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thebest-medicine · 2 months

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Day 28: Massage

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C1 Vox Machina - lee!Vex

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

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A/N: Perc’ahlia gang rise! They both seem the type to be ticklish but in denial about it and embarrassed. Revenge would be wicked.

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Percy’s fingers work their way down along Vex’s shoulder blades, tending to the sore muscles. As he works out a particularly tense knot, she lets out a delighted little sigh of relief.

Smiling down at her, Percy leans in to kiss the skin along the back of her neck. It shudders under his lips, another small noise escaping her throat—this time —she quickly transforms it into a sound of pleasure. It’s a clever disguise, but one that Percy could see through any time with ease.

“Ticklish there? Sorry.”

“What? No, not at all, darling.”

He leans back down to her neck; unlucky for Vex’ahlia, she can’t see the smirk on his face from her angle.

She hears him take a deep breath, tries to turn to ask him what he’s doing, and then the room erupts with noise. Loudest of them all is Vex’s shriek of surprised laughter. There’s the thumping of squirming limbs against the mattress, the silly sound rippling out of Percival’s mouth and across the skin of her neck, the laugh he lets out a moment later when he pulls back and starts massaging again, pretending as though nothing happened.

“You little bastard!” Vex hisses, barely holding in a laugh. She turns, pushes him away, and he’s smiling wide as he falls next to her on the bed.

Percy turns to take her in—blushing and failing to hold back a smile.

“‘Not at all’ ticklish, hmm?” He prods. “That seemed rather ticklish.” He skitters his fingers along the backs of her ribs.

“Not.” She digs in her heels, biting her lip to fight back a smile. Then, Vex’ahlia is on him, fingers wiggling deftly into his sides.

Neither of them are fighting off their laughter now, Percival from the tickling nails climbing under his nightshirt and Vex from the high of turning the tables on him.

“See how you fucking like it–” Percy hears her grumble before she’s ripping his shirt up and throwing the bottom of the fabric onto his chest and in his face.

“NO–” He utters, pawing the shirt back away from his face just as she leans in to blow raspberry after raspberry on his stomach.

Percy’s hands are tangled in her hair a moment later, his feet beating against the mattress as hers were just a minute earlier. He cries out a desperate laugh as she takes her time, fucks with him a bit longer, until he calls out. “Fuck, mercy! Please!”

She relents, satisfied in her victory to make up for the prematurely ended massage.

Percy heaves a few breaths. “Remind me never, ever to piss you off.”

“Better not even dream of it.”

She’s not sure she wants to push for him to get back to the massage tonight, though… despite what he may say, the temptation of revenge would be much too inviting, and she didn’t feel like taking any losses tonight.

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dusktexanler · 15 days

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Had a foot worship/tickle session today with a local friend, and it was such a blast. She took pics of the aftercare foot massage

#tickle content #foot massage

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city-tickles · 9 months

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When you want to practice reflexology but you’re also ticklish

#tickling #ticklish #foot tickling #mainstream tickling #cute tickling #couple tickling #f/m tickling #ff/m tickling #tickle community #massage tickling

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graystevensfeet · 1 month

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do you prefer soles up⬆️ or soles down⬇️?

I’m personally a soles down guy. something about the vulnerability of it, the wrinkling of the soles and the draping toes, really puts me in a lee mood, like I’m waiting for someone to come sit on my ankles to destroy and worship my feet simultaneously for hours…just me? 🤭

#malefeet #malefootworship #malefootfetish #male toes and soles #mens toes #boyfeet #gayfeet #male foot tickling #feettickling #tickle me please #foot massage #lickmyfeet #lick my toes

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months

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Sore Spot (Blue Lock) ❄Squealing Santa 2023❄

@ticklish-n-stuff MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Happy Holidays or Happy Winter! Whatever you celebrate my dear friend- it is I! Squiggily, your squealing santa this year! >:D For this fic, I've went with:

-Blue Lock: Bachira and anyone else [I like the ticklish massage troupe, but feel free to use whatever!}

I know you like Rin too, so I figured why not create some good ol' BachiRin for you this season? :3 I hope you like it and have a fabulous rest of your 2023!

Summary: After a long night of practice with Rin, Bachira's aching all over. Feeling bad, Rin helps him out, only to uncover an interesting truth (Word Count: 1k35)

It wasn’t often Bachira was seen like this. Anyone who met him could tell you he was always smiling, always laughing- an eccentric ball of sunshine that wormed his way into all their hearts.

So when he came to breakfast with a pinched expression and moving so slow it was as if he aged several years, concerns were high.

“Bachira..are you alright? You don’t seem very glam right now.” Aryu noted as said boy sat down, wincing as he did.

“Did you get hurt? Oh man- what are we gonna do? The next game is soon- Ah! That was insensitive, wasn’t it?” Tokimitsu panicked, looking ready to both pass out right there and bolt for the intercom installed for emergencies. “I should-”

“Relax.” Rin cut them both off, turning his cool gaze onto Bachira. “What happened?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing..” The smallest of the team tried to smile, but it came out more a grimace. “I think I overdid it at practice the other night. I’m just really sore, that’s all.”

Tokimitsu made a small noise of relief, and Aryu seemed satisfied. Rin though- he eyes darkened some with…guilt? Remorse? “That was my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

“What, no way Rin-Rin! I had fun!” Bachira grinned, perking up and immediately regretting it. “Hmm! R-Really; I had a great time. I just forget my own limits, that’s all, hehe.”

Just then, Isagi walked up, carrying two trays of food. “Bachira, you forgot to get breakfast. I grabbed it for you- what’s wrong?”

“Rin overworked him last night and now he’s sore all over.” Aryu piped up. Isagi gaped, Tokimitsu choked on his milk and Rin buried his face in his hands as Bachira laughed hysterically, ears red.

What a morning to be alive.

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Throughout the day, Bachira’s soreness was slowly proving to be a problem. He was barely moving through drills, gasping for air after short runs across the field and wincing anytime he was passed the ball. The longer he watched him go, the worse Rin felt.

Yes, Bachira chose to practice with him last night, and yes he insisted on going all out in spite of Rin’s warnings, but that didn’t change the fact he felt responsible for the dribbler.

When the day ended and Bachira was whimpering through taking off his shirt, Rin finally had enough.

“That’s it.” He got up, closing the distance between them. “Put your arms up.”

“Huh?” Bachira blinked at him but did as he was told. With some difficulty- why the hell did Ego-sensei make these things so tight? Rin managed to pull off Bachira's training top without hurting him too badly. “Thanks, Rin-”

“I’m not done.” Without another word, he walked across the locker room, grabbing a clean towel from the stack nearby and spreading it over an empty bench. “Can you lay down?”

“Uh, sure-”

Rin pointed. Bachira blinked before doing so, lying across the towel on his belly with a soft groan. “Wow, RinRin, I didn’t know you could be so demanding, hehe~”

“Shush. You’re hurt. I’m just making sure you can play tomorrow.” Rin got another towel, kneeling on it as he sat before Bachira. “If you drag us down, I’m kicking our ass.”

“Sure, sure.” Bachira winked, then cringed when Rin pressed into his shoulder. “Mm!”

“Don’t be a baby.” Rin scoffed, but he did lighten his touch. Nothing was broken, but he could feel the knots in the older boy’s shoulders with each pass. He really did overwork himself last night. “Is this better?”

“Mm! Mmhhmhmhmmhmhmhmmhm!” Muffled laughter could be heard then. Bachira had his face pressed into his arm, lips curled into a wobbly grin. He gave a shaky thumbs up instead. Rin rolled his eyes with a small huff.

“Ticklish?” He pressed in. This time Bachira barked out a giggle. “I thought it hurt?”

“It dhoohohhoes! Buhuhuhut it ahahahalso fhehehheheels nihihihihice?” Bachira giggled through groans of pain, torn between melting at Rin’s touch and flinching away. “The tihihihihickles dihihihiistrahahahct frohohohohm it!”

“...Huh.” He supposed that was a good thing, then. Rin carried on, bringing both hands to Bachira’s back as he worked from top to bottom. The entire time Bachira was a giggly mess, his feet peddling behind him as he struggled not to wiggle away. When Rin got a tad close to his armpits, he nearly jerked his arms down. It took a white knuckle grip on the bench to keep them out of the way.

“You’re so ticklish.” Rin mused, almost laughing at the efforts Bachira was making not to lose it. Once he was sure the muscles weren’t tight anymore, he popped the question. “Are you still hurting?”

“Hhhmhmhmm…hm.” Bachira sat up a bit, rolling his neck and shoulders. “Actually- no, I feel really good! Thanks, RinRi-EHHEEHEHEHHEHEHE!” Before he could even finish speaking, tickly fingers were back at his shoulders, pinching and scratching along the sensitive skin. “Aehahahahhahhahhahaha! Rihihihin-riihihihin whahhhahhahait! Whahahahait it tihihihihihiihickles!”

“I know. We already established that.” Rin fought down a grin as Bachira cackled and flailed, no longer chained down by his previous soreness. “Stop flailing so much, you’re getting your sweat everywhere.”

“I cahhahahahn’t hehehehelp iihihhiihihit! Aheahhahahah it tihihihihickles toohohohoho muuhuuhuhuhch!” Bachira squealed through his mirth, cheeks pink and smiling big. It was the first time he truly grinned since the day began. That alone vanished Rin’s guilt. “Rihiihihihin pleahhahahahhase!”

“Hmm…eh, alright.” Finally stopping, the green haired teen pulled his hands back, watching Bachira half curl into himself. “If we kept going, you’d get even more sweaty. Gross.”

“Whohohos fahahault is thahaht, RinRin?” Bachira giggled, making it a point to shake out his hair. Rin recoiled, making Bachira laugh harder. “Yohohou’re fahahhace! Hehehehe!”

“Ugh, whatever.” Rin rolled his eyes as he got up, tossing his floor towel into the hamper on the way to the baths. “Hurry up and get clean before lights out. You should be able to move better by the morning.”

“Aww, RinRin~” Bachira sang, running after him. “Thank youuuu~”

“Don’t run in the shower-gh, let go of me, you’re nasty!”

“Never! I’m gonna hang on to you forever!”

Just outside the locker room, Tokimitsu blinked, hesitating to go in.

“Aryu was right…they really are..." He ran from the door, ears hot and mind racing.

What a time to be alive.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #bachira meguru #rin itoshi #implied Bachirin #some minor misunderstandings lols #tickly massage #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #fluff #ticklish-n-stuff #sakura-chan :3 #Friend :3 #I won't lie I screamed in glee when I got you this year hehehe

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thebest-medicine · 6 months

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my friend: describing his first ever massage today and how it tickled too much when she rubbed/worked on the sides of his back and ribs

me: *nodding and being super normal* oh… that, uh, *checks notes* sucks.?

#tickling #lee problems #sigh I wish that were me #tickles #jdfjgkg #massages never really tickle much for me #I need an explicitly tickly one hehe #mine #personal

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simpingforcys · 6 days

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I lowkey hate the canon fact Turbo likes foot rubs.

#BECAUSE I DONT #I REALLY DONT #MASSAGES EITHER HURT ME OR TICKLE ME #AND I HATE THEM #wreck it ralph #Turbo time #king candy #I..#there’s just so much to unpack here

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daisylovestickles · 2 months

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Story Time With Daisy

So I went to the chiropractor today to get a massage on my neck. I was already running a little late because work decided to schedule a meeting at the same time my massage started. I walked in all frazzled, and luckily the masseuse was very understanding. She had me lay face down so she could start working on my neck.

We started with small talk, which I was comfortable with because I’d been there before. But things got a little awkward when she started rubbing a tense muscle connecting the back of my neck and shoulder blade.

And I giggled. Out loud.

It took her a moment to realize what was happening. BUT THEN SHE REPLIES WITH

“Well someone’s a little sensitive there, aren’t we?”

LIKE NO DUH

I don’t think I spoke another word for the next five minutes I was so embarrassed!

#story time with daisy #sfw tickles #daisy confessions #ticklish massage #I’m never going to live this down #why do I have to be so damn ticklish

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trashyswitch · 6 months

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Day 28: Massage

Emile treats Remy to a massage in an attempt to help him relax. But much to Remy's dismay (and Emile's excitement), Remy's a little bit ticklish on his back ribs and lower back. Can he tolerate it, even while Emile finds it funny?

Day 28! Another massage fic, cause why not. Remy and Emile are back, baby! I hope you like it!

Dr. Picani walked up to Remy, and smirked at him. “I want you to close your eyes and come with me.” Emile told him.

“Oooh? A little surprise? For moi?!” Remy reacted, surprised.

“Yup! But close your eyes first!” Emile ordered with a giggle before grabbing his hand. When Remy had his eyes closed and his left hand over his eyes, Emily brought Remy into the usual therapy room and closed the door. “Open your eyes.” Emile told him. When he opened his eyes, Emile presented the room to him excitedly. “Tada!” he declared happily.

Remy looked around, and noticed that the room was pretty much the same…only it was set up as a massage room instead of a therapy room. “Wow…It’s kinda…looks like you moved only 3 things, Emile.” Remy admitted.

Emile laughed as he placed his hands on Remy’s shoulders. “Well, kinda…but that doesn’t matter. You need a break, and I’m going to provide you one.” the doctor decided.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Emile, you don’t have to…seriously-”

“Shhhh.” Emile gently laid him down onto the bed, and . “Just lay yourself down…get yourself comfortable…relax…” He told him. “And let me massage your troubles away.” Emile started rubbing into his shoulders and kneading his lower neck. “B-But…Buuut…Oooooh mygod- that’s good.” He reacted, surprised to feel such professional massages against his neck. Did Emile have a secret massage therapy degree or something?!

“See? Worry not. Just unwind and allow yourself to rest.” Emile told him softly. “Dr. Picani will take care of you.”

“Mmmm…Ohyeah…Ooooh yeah…Mmmmmhmmm…” He mumbled, grunting and humming. The massage felt amazing. Emile was such a nice person to come up with an idea like this…he had no idea what he did to deserve it.

“How about here? Is this too painful?” Emile asked, moving down to his back.

“Oooohgosh-” Remy grunted and let out a breath. “It’sfine. Fine. Good.” He replied with an awkward smile.

“You sure?” Emile reacted.

“Positive.” He replied. “Don’t underestimate me and my pain tolerance.” Remy warned.

“Or else what?” Emile asked, poking his side. “You’ll leave your massage early?” He teased.

Remy jumped and attempted to slap Emile with his hand behind his back. “Dohon’t poke me!” Remy warned.

“Awww.” Emile went back to massaging his back again. “Alright.”

Remy held onto the side of the bed as he tittered and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh no, oh no! “E-Emile-!”

“Hm?” Emile replied.

“W-Whahat did I j-juhust say?” Remy asked.

“Oh? Does it hurt too much?” Emile asked, removing his fingers.

“Noho…No. It just tickled a bit…that’s all.” Remy admitted.

“Oh?” Emile reacted, before moving to the same spot. “This…” Emile pushed down a little bit on the spot on his back. “Tickled you?” He asked.

Remy felt a smile grow onto his face as plenty of giggles filled his lungs. “E-Ehemile!” Remy reacted. “Dohohon’t eheven think about tickling me.” Remy warned.

“Does that mean you admit it?” Emile asked.

“Admit what?” Remy asked for clarification.

“That you’re ticklish.” Emile replied.

“Well…well yeah, but-” Remy squeaked and hugged himself as Emile started kneading his lower back. “WAHAIT! EMILENO!” Remy shouted.

Emile giggled and rubbed the lower back near the buttocks. “How’s this area?” Emile asked, rubbing his back with his thumbs.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Aha lihihittle ticklyhyhyhy, buhut not bahahad.” He admitted softly. “Oh, that’s good. We don’t exactly want to kill you during your relaxing massage, do we?” Emile teased.

“Ihi’d rather nohohot behe kihihilled todahahay.” Remy admitted.

“Aw man…” Emile placed his fingers near Remy’s spine. “Would you rather be killed tomorrow?” Emile asked.

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho!” Remy replied.

“What about Monday?” Emile asked with a giggle as he moved his fingers up his spine towards the back ribs. Emile chuckled and shook his head. “Plehease nohoho! HahahAHAHA!” Remy gripped the bed as he let out some extra pent-up giggles he had saved up in his lungs. “EHEHEMILEHEHEHEE! TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” Remy reacted.

“Goodness! Looks like I found a ticklish little pot at the end of the rainbow~!” Emile teased.

Remy snorted and cackled a little harder. “GOHOHOHOD! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Remy pleaded. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAA!” Remy shouted.

“I’m not killing you! I swear!” Emile reacted, stopping his fingers.

Remy’s laughter lessened back to softer, more breathless giggles as he tried to calm down. “Ihi…” He looked at Emile. “I thought this was a massage appointment!” Remy admitted.

“It’s not completely a massage appointment.” Emile admitted. “It’s more a ‘loosen and relax’ appointment.” Emile explained.

“T-tickle fights only tense me up and make me jumpy.” Remy admitted. “Tickles don’t exactly help me calm down.” Remy admitted.

Emile bit his lip as he felt Remy tense up the moment he felt his back. “I can see that…Why is that?” Emile asked, tilting his head.

“Ihi don’t know…It just does.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and started slowing down his back rubs. “How about…I slow down the massages a bit.” Emile offered, drawing circles with his thumbs. “Mmmmmhmhmhmmm…Ohokahay.” Remy replied. “Ihit feels…” He gasped and squealed in a high-pitched voice. “eeEEK! Hehe…Hehe! Suhuhure.” Remy replied.

“Okay.” Emile focused his hands on his upper back to give Remy a bit of a break from the tickles. Though it still tickled a little bit, Emile was able to manipulate his hands so it was a little more bearable. “Is this a little better?” Emile asked him softly.

Remy sighed, letting out a couple giggles. “Yehes…this ihis behetter. Sooo much betteher.” Remy replied.

Emile smiled and kept it up for a little longer. He kept things somewhat quiet for a bit, letting Remy rest softly on the bed. He wanted to ensure he stayed calm and comfortable while in his massage room.

“So…Whehen did yohou…get your massage degrehee?” Remy asked him.

Emile smiled. “I got it at around the same time I got my psychology degree. I was very spry back then, and worked my head off for both degrees.” Emile told him. “I remember I had to finish my anatomy exam, and then head right to my graduation to get my Massage Therapy degree.” Emile told him.

Remy smiled. “Wow…That’s a lot.” Remy reacted softly.

“It was…It was the most stressed I’ve ever been. I couldn’t technically take a break. But…thankfully, some of my courses ended up turning into my breaktime, so it turned out fine.” Emile told him.

“That’s…wow. I wohould never be able to doho that.” Emile admitted, still slightly giggly.

Emile smiled and rubbed into his back ribs again, making Remy squeak. “Well…I did. So beat that.” Emile declared.

“BAHAHA-” Remy pounded his fists into the bed. “EEEHEHEHEHEHE! EMILE NOHOHOHO!” He shouted.

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a giggle. “I couldn’t resist.” He admitted.

Remy sighed and hid his face in his arms. “Picani…I can’t relax when you’re tickling me like that.” Remy told him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I promise.” He told him, before rubbing into his neck and shoulders. “There. Is that better?” Emile asked him.

“Mmmmm…Mmm hmm. Thaaaat’s soooo much better.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and massaged his neck and shoulders for a while. He didn’t dare go back down to his back, for fear of tickling him again. He rubbed through the traps, moved his fingers up to the spine of his neck, up to the lower scalp and scratched there a bit, before going back down to the lower neck and shoulders.

Then, Emile grabbed some oil and started rubbing it all over his neck and shoulders, before moving down his back, and down to the lower back before moving back up to the neck and shoulders. All the while, Remy was groaning and humming softly and contently. Emile seemed to just know the spots to go for. It was…rather inspiring, actually.

After about 30 minutes of proper massaging with minimal tickles, Emile removed his hands and cleaned up his back a bit. “There. How do you feel now?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and brought his head to the right to look at him. “I feel like a million dollars.” Remy told him.

Emile smiled and dabbed his hands with a towel. “I’m glad.” he replied. “Now: I want you to take your time getting up. And if you feel any muscle aches or headaches, don’t worry…It’s normal, and it should go away in a day or two.” Emile told him.

Remy nodded his head and slowly began to get up. “How much do I owe ya?” Remy asked, pulling out his wallet.

“Oh my gosh, Remy…” Emile shook his head and pushed Remy’s hand of cash away. “It’s all on me.” Emile told him.

“B*tch, no! I’m paying you.” Remy ordered, pushing the money back.

“Nonsense. Take it back.” Emile insisted. “Emile…” Remy warned.

“Helping my friend is reward enough.” Emile told him.

“No, no. I’m not going to allow myself to take your love for granted. Take it.” Remy insisted.

“You never take me for granted. So don’t worry about it. My treat.” Emile said.

“Oh my go- At least let me buy you a coffee, or something!” Remy begged.

Emile chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Fine…A cappuccino?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and nodded his head. “With pleasure.” Remy pulled out his keys and rang them in his hand. “Be right back!” Remy declared, running out of the room. Emile chuckled and shook his head as he put the fold-up mattress back into the closet. It’s a good thing he holds onto that thing after all these years…

#massage #neck massage #back massage #back tickles #teasing #a little treat #therapist Dr. emile picani #massage therapy #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!emile #lee!remy #fluff

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