Hello, and welcome to my tickle blog!~ I wanted a place where I could post anything tickling related, including my own tickling fanfictions, so - I made this.
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- p.s. , i also roleplay :) message me if interested!
hi!! congrats on 2k followers :) hb eruri with lee!levi?<3
Levi is so good at holding in his embarrassing laughter, even if one of his worst spots are being attacked. He’ll crack eventually under Erwin’s careful fingers tho 😌
A/N: please remember to use the right keys when copying / pasting!! pressing ctrl v when you have smth in your paste bar when you really meant to press ctrl c may mean you'll have to redo an hours worth of work!! i speak from experience
Word Count: 1,152 (under the cut)
"Does this hurt? I can rub a bit softer if you need me too-.."
Nick shook his head, side-to-side, showing content with the way Charlie massaged his feet.
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Nick had been on his feet all day at rugby practice. His soles were killing him, causing pitiful winces each time he took a step with them. Not anymore though, thanks to his lover, Charlie. He always had a soft spot for the boy, allowing him to do anything he wanted to Nick. Now, Charlie had noticed the pain Nick was enduring with his roughed-up feet, and it made him feel bad.
So, he asked, "need a foot massage?" Nick agreed, and sat down on his sofa, laying his socked feet onto Charlie's lap. The boy blushed when Nick began to wriggle his toes around inside the soft cotton fabric, prompting him to cover his face. "You alright?" Nick questioned, sorta confused. Charlie nodded, and gently pulled Nick's feet closer to him, cradling the pair in his hands. "You ready? Be sure to tell me if it hurts, alright?"
Nick grinned, and replied, "-alright!~ I'm sure you're great at these, hah.."
The truth was, Charlie had not once in his life given a successful foot massage. This was just out of the kindness, and maybe even curiosity, of his heart. Hopefully, he wouldn't cause more harm than good.
Nick stretched his body out on the sofa a bit more, turning to the side. He laid there, with his feet still in his boyfriend's lap, but in a new position. Nick had never experienced a massage like what he was about to before, so he assumed that it'd take a while. Only natural to get comfy - he thought, turning on the television.
Charlie gripped one of Nick's ankles, then began to lightly squeeze the ball underneath his big toe. He rubbed it, up and down, for a few seconds before noticing Nick's toes twitch. Was this something he casually did, for no reason? Or was the massage too rough, somehow causing him to wiggle his toes? Charlie was an overthinker, and his overthinking skills were just now beginning to show. "Are you alright? This isn't too hard, is it?"
"Hm? Nah, this feels pretty good!" Nick reassured him. Charlie smiled at the boy then resumed his rubbing, traveling down to Nick's arch. His thumb softly pressed onto the soft sock, transmitting a rather tickly feeling onto Nick's skin. "Heh, that tickles~! Go somewhere ehelse,"
"Huh? Oh, sorry-" Charlie swiftly responded, taking his hands off Nick's larger feet. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this. It was just light rubbing, and squeezing, but Charlie found it to be beyond his expertise. He had already promised Nick a massage though..
Charlie thought for a few moments, then had a lightbulb idea. He never said the massage wouldn't tickle, right? Perhaps if he tickled Nick, his laughter would replace his feet being helped. After all, laughter is the best medicine.
Nick seemed happy with the situation - he got to have his aching feet catered to, whilst watching T.V. and resting. Little did he know, all of these things would be thrown out the window by a few tickly little fingers.
Charlie gently rubbed the foot he held in the center of the arch, with his two thumbs. It actually felt good to Nick, which was Charlies original goal. Not anymore though. Charlie scratched the foot he held with his thumbnails, and watched Nick and his cute toes squirm. "Ihis this aha part of the mahah-hasage?!" The ginger (dont @ me, he's ginger.) boy giggled subtly, trying to hold back the full-blown laughter he could release at anytime.
Charlie nodded, pretending as if this was a normal part of the procedure. Worried that Nick could pull his feet away and escape, Charlie wrapped his arm around both Nick's ankles, forming an armlock. "I'm awfully sorry for this, ya know?"
Nick fearfully stared his lover in the eyes, and watched as his doom appeared in front of him. Charlie fluttered his fingertips across the soles of Nick's socked feet, lightly scratching at the undersides of his toes.
"Noohaho! Stohoap itahaihit tihickleees!!~"
Nick's reaction changed when he felt fingers slide underneath his toes, not in a positive way though. He giggled and pleaded for the boy to release his ankles, but no, Charlie was having far too much fun. Next stop was Nick's toes. First one, his big toe. Charlie poked and prodded at his sensitive toe, catching sight of Nick as he squirmed in place, trying to pull his feet back - unsuccessfully. Charles grip on his ankles was too strong, even for the rugby player.
"Say, Nick, would you mind if I took off your socks? Might help the massage become a bit more effective."
"NOHO-! Dohont take them off I SWEAR Chaharlie.. Ihill get you back for this..~" He whined, like a little baby that didn't get its way. He was as cute as one too, with his cherry-red face, and adorable smile.
"Oh, you will? Well, we'll see." Charlie peeled off the boy's socks gently, teasing him with little whispers and pokes to the toes. Nick tried to prop himself up on the couch, his goal, reaching the sadistic ler, but to his dismay; it wasn't possible.
Charlie slowly slid his fingernails across Nick's warm soles, taking a sh*tload of laughs from his soul. "Naha~! STAHAHP IHITAHAHAHA HEHELP!~"
He roughly scratched his nails across the other boy's feet, clawing - up and down. His fingers went from his toes to the balls of his feet, melting Nick into a giggly ball of ticklishness. He didn't know how much more he could take from the sadistic switch, when he felt his stomach flip upside down. All this laughter couldn't be good for his insides.
"CHARAHLIE MYHA TUHUMMY HUHURTS!!-" He shouted between howls of laughter. When Charlie finally understood what Nick was saying, he released his ankles, and crawled over top him. "You alright? I didn't hurt ya, did I?" He was genuinely worried that he had hurt his boyfriend - and that was most definitely never his intention. He just wanted to make the cute guy laugh a bit. It was surely a harmless joke.. besides the endless scratching of his soles and torture of his toes. But besides that..
'Yehes, I'm alright- come here." Nick pulled Charlie by the waist onto his chest, making the boy fall down onto him. Nick ran his fingers through Charlie's hair, and placed a hand on his ribs. "Really thought you could get away with that, huh?" He whispered.
Charlie gulped. Then, removed himself from the couch and scurried to the bathroom, quickly locking the door. Maybe next time Nick would be able to get him - or, maybe he would just wait for him to come out. Either way, Charlie would see some revenge in his future.
A/N: decided to write this after i said i was going to bed, hope whoever reads enjoys! pls excuse if anything isnt accurate, havent watched aot in a bit
Word Count: 938 (under the cut)
"Jehean!-"
Laughter filled the pub, with stray giggles and conversations flowing in the beer-y air. Going to a bar at midnight didn't seem like quite a smart decision for Armin Arlert, but Jean had convinced him that no matter what - he'd be safe by his side. And he believed him. Rightfully so, of course; Jean would protect Armin from any thugs with all his might and no hesitation. Their relationship was.. complicated, to say the least. But, dating or not, they always enjoyed a good time at their favorite hang-out spot.
"Yes?~ What's up?" Jean chuckled, placing a hand on Armin's shoulder. He had a tendency to flirt with the blond boy without even noticing, right now being one of those times. Armin sat up straight in his seat, placed his hands on the table in front of himself, and pretended he was a waiter of sorts. It was clear he was drunk as sh*t, with not a single sober thought in his mind. "What would youu.. like to orrder..?!" He shouted, not noticing the volume his voice held.
"Shh, quiet down, Armin!- You're gonna get us kicked out.."
Jean's hand politely rubbed Armin's shoulder, in an attempt to keep him calm and quiet; and to his pleasure, it worked. Armin kept his voice down, and seemed less buzzed with each rub to the shoulder he was given. Jean thought it may just be the soothing touch of his hands, and he was probably right. If only he didn't make the mistake of accidentally traveling downward a few centimeters, just barely rubbing against Armin's ribs. "NAHAHA!~"
"Wha-? Armin, quiet down..!"
Jean surely didn't mean to tickle Armin, but even if he did, why was his reaction so strong? It was a simple touch to the ribcage, and very gentle at that. "Are you alright? The hell is wrong with your ribs?"
Armin giggled and looked into Jean's eyes, staring as if he'd never seen pupils of any sort. "Beeheer mahakes me tickuhlish..~" He slurred almost every word he'd muttered. Maybe beer did make him ticklish as god knows what if he laughed like that. "What? So you're extra ticklish when you're drunk..?~"
Armin nodded, and replied, "yup!"
Jean's mind swirled with thoughts, questioning his morals. Would it be wrong to tickle him under such circumstances? The taller boy discussed with his mind for a few moments, then came to his own conclusion. It's totally fine. It's not Jean's fault Armin has this crazy condition, right? And who could actually resist those cute giggles that come from Armin? Jean sure couldn't. And he wouldn't try to either..
Jean scooted his chair around, so that he was facing Armin. His fingers sneakily crept onto Armin's covered tummy, where they'd rest for a few seconds. The drunk boy looked confused, a curious expression plastered on his face. But before he could slowly stutter out a question, such as, "what's going on?-", Jean attacked. His fingers clawed at the guy's super-sensitive stomach, making him laugh harder than he had ever before. He even tried to stand up and run away, but Jean had already grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back into his seat.
The sadistic side of Jean took over, telling him to scoot forward, and lock Armin's legs around his own - leaving no method for escape. So, he did. His legs were crossed with Armin's, so tight that none of the two boy's could move. Now, he continued with his immoral decision. To break this boy with tickles. His fingertips latched onto Armin's bare sides, pinching and scratching them mercilessly. With the insides of Armin's shirt being infiltrated, there were many new areas to explore, such as one that could possibly kill him if tickled skillfully enough. (joking)
"Hm, I think it's a little funny.." He teased, whispering in Armin's ear. The ticklish boy went absolutely ballistic when he felt the warm breath of Jean tickle his ears. 'GEHET AWAHAYA!-"
Jean was amazed at the sensitivity of his friend, but also with the patience of everyone in the bar. Nobody even turned an eye when Armin screamed bloody murder.
Seeking an even better reaction from the survey-corps member, Jean stuck his fingers into both of Armin's armpits, roughly massaging them with his own thumb. Jean's thumbs circled around the centers of his death spot. "Noho, ihicahant- ta-HAKE THIHISAAHSHIHIT!!~"
"Ah, yes you can..~" His other fingers joined in on the ambush, skating across the slightly sweaty skin underneath Armin's arms. He shook in his seat, flailing his arms around - surprisingly not hitting Jean. The last thing he thought to do was close his arms. This only trapped those skilled fingers in the most ticklish spot he had. Jean's fingers pounded against the walls of his arms, whilst poking the tops of his pits.
"BAHAHA, STOHAOP IT JEHEAN I HAHATEHAH YOUHOYOAH!~"
"You don't mean that, sweetie~ you loove me!"
Armin lifted his arms, trying to get Jean's fingers to scurry off back where they came from, but there was one more problem the drunk boy didn't realize. His shirt basically trapped the other man's fingers onto his body - so lifting his arm's was doing barely anything. In fact, it only gave Jean the opportunity to scratch a sensitive patch of skin above his armpit, below his actual arm. "NAHASTOHOP!~ IHIT TIHICKLESAHAHHE!!"
"Hm.. should I stop? I dunno.."
Jean sighed and removed his hands from under Armin's shirt. This was surely a memorable experience that they'd both never forget. Jean's reason for remembering would be for pure humor. Armin's however.. revenge.
A/N: hello!! first fanfic on this page, hope u enjoy :p wrote this at 10:30pm, finished at midnight- so excuse any silly errors!
word count: 1,258 (under the cut)
"Ash? Babe-! Answer mee..." Eiji whined into his boyfriend's muffled ear. Nearly all his words were ineligible to Ash, who was now re-adjusting his headphones so he could focus on his game. This wasn't usual for the blonde - whenever Eiji wanted some extra love or cuddles, he would be right there, ready to help him out. But now? He was being a total a**hole, ignoring his supposed 'favorite person in the world'.
Eiji sighed and laid down on their bed, feeling a sting of sadness stab him in the heart. Why the hell was Ash acting like this? Was his game so important that he couldn't be there for Eiji? It's not like he was going through a hard time, he just simply wanted attention, but still!
"If you keep ignoring me, I'll cry-!" He exclaimed, still spread out on the bed. The chances of Ash even hearing him mutter those words were low, considering he had headphones on, so he let that one slide. Eiji desperately wanted Ash to hold him close, or give him any sort of affection now. "Did I do something wrong, babe?" He worriedly asked Ash as he propped himself up. But no, there was not a single word that'd came from the boy's lips. It was useless. Ash was dedicated to the silent treatment, or whatever cruel punishment this was. But, Eiji was genuinely sick and tired of it.
Sliding off his bed, Eiji pressed his chin on Ash's shoulder, and began to pout. "Helloo? Anyone there..? Puh-lease answer me, Ash." The blond showed no signs of acknowledgement toward his lover. He just sat there at his desk, clicking and clacking his keyboard, sliding and skillfully moving his mouse, but none of this is what Eiji wanted.
Out of sheer annoyance, Eiji gripped Ash's shoulders with his cold palms, and started shaking him (gently, of course). To his surprise, Ash had no reaction at all. He kept doing his thing, paying zero attention to any outside forces. For now, at least. Little did the busy gamer realize, Eiji had a few methods to make him speak up his sleeve. The black-haired boy's palms gradually began to move to Ash's back, giving the area a slight massage. Ash even had the audacity to let out a soft groan in return.
"So, you do speak, huh?" Eiji teased. Ash said nothing at all, which made Eiji a bit embarrassed... Now he was really mad. Not only did Ash take a massage with no shame after ignoring his boyfriend for so long, he also decided to lean back in his chair - subtly glancing at Eiji.
Oh it's on.
Eiji grasped the head of Ash's chair and spun it 180 degrees, forcing him to face his interrupter. The chair being spun also meant the wires on Ash's headphones were pulled from the jack in his computer, also causing the computer to slightly turn to the left; where he could barely see the screen.
PLAYER ONE: DEAD
Ash's head slowly turned to see that his screen read, 'DEAD'. "Oh, you little sh*t.." He whispered under his breath. Like a cat, Ash pounced onto Eiji, laying him down on their bed. He wrestled the boy down - getting a firm grip on his wrists, which were now propped above his head. Roughly kicking his feet, Eiji pleaded for Ash to release him, apologizing over and over again. "I'M SORRY!- Let me GO!"
"Baby, you know what I was doing?"
Eiji raised an eyebrow, and curiously asked, "what..?"
"Who wanted to farm extra coins for the new season pass coming up..?" Ash questioned, with a slight attitude. Eiji processed his thoughts for a minute, then responded, "Me..?- Ah... oh fu*k." It had turned out that Ash was on Eiji's account for his favorite game, helping him out a bit. Eiji didn't know this, of course.. but he couldn't help but feel horrible for getting upset.
He began his trail of apologies, beginning with the classic, "I didn't know!-"
Ash leaned into Eiji's face, then started to comfort him. "It's okay, sweetheart. But.. I certainly don't think this behavior should go unpunished.. do you?"
The pinned boy let out a sudden stream of giggles when Ash began to blow soft raspberries on his neck, moving down to his collarbone. Eiji's hands were held above his head, leaving him defenseless against the cute - yet torturous giggle-inducing blows from his boyfriend's lips.
His giggles turned into full-blown laughter when Ash released one of his hands, using it to dig inside Eiji's armpit. "Nahaha!- Stohop itaha!" He wailed, trying his hardest to shove the larger body off of him. He didn't use his full strength though; because a small part of him really wanted this. He enjoyed small bubbly moments with his best-friend (and much more than just that), which they both came across often. That's not to say if he used all of his force he would be able to push Ash off though.
"This is what you get for being a meanie, babe-" Ash poked and prodded at the sensitive skin under Eiji's arms, which was super sensitive due to the light fabric he was wearing. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!-"
Eiji howled with laughter, laying his head back, softly pounding it against the mattress. His feet swung up and down, side to side, whilst his free hand balled into a fist, carefully hitting Ash's back. "Oww..! That hurt.. maybe I should teach you a lesson, huh?" He playfully exclaimed. Ash swiftly slid down to Eiji's waist, sitting down on it, lightly. He lifted up Eiji's thin shirt and got to work with his tummy. His head instantly shot down to the other boy's bare skin, softly blowing more cute raspberries on the toned body. Ash's hair also counted a tickling device, gliding across Eiji's chest.
"Nahao!- Stahop IHITAH STOHOHOPAH-!" He shouted, still banging his head against the mattress. Ash's lips began to produce rougher blows, leaving small trails of saliva on the Japanese boy's tummy. The harder and sloppier the raspberries, the more laughter Eiji would let out. Ash noticed this and prepared himself. He inhaled deeply, then plopped his lips on the center of Eiji's tummy, releasing the biggest raspberry he could create on the poor boy's body.
Eiji couldn't take much more, and it was rather clear too. A few teardrops fell from the boy's eyes because of how much he was laughing. Ash put a halt to the tickling in order to check on Eiji.
"You okay? Did I go too far?" If Eiji was being honest, the raspberries were complete hell to his delicate skin - but Ash likely enjoyed those moments, therefore causing him to say, "er- no! I'm fine,"
"I'm sorry for ignoring you, alright? I just wanted to make sure I got you what you wanted."
Eiji nodded, giggling because of how cute Ash was at the moment. Ash began to giggle too, and it was almost as if the smaller boy had released laughing gas. He wasn't even being tickled - but he couldn't stop laughing. "Come here," Ash whispered, laying down on his back. Eiji followed suit and took a spot under his arm. They cuddled, until Eiji finally fell asleep from the tiredness of his punishment.
"I love you," Ash mumbled in the sleeping boy' ear, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Maybe one day Eiji would be able to get revenge on his lover.. but he was content with how things had turned out. He didn't want revenge, perhaps he wanted a replay?
