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gaycragula · 1 year

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Price x male reader, they're married and the reader was also in the military, but due to injuries isn't anymore. And lettuce just coming home and giving his husband a massage cuz he knows his husband is hurting and the only way to relief the pain is through massages

Massages

Pairing: Captain John Price x Male Reader Warnings: Nudity though there's nothing descript Word Count: 791 Masterlist

You’d been soaking in the bathtub for a little over half an hour. Your house had been almost silent, save for the crickets chirping outside. So, when you heard your home alarm go off, your immediate thought was Oh shit, someone’s in the house. Did I forget to lock the door? You moved to get out of the tub before your husband’s voice cut through the silence of the house. “Love? I’m home.”

Price was home a couple days early. You called back out to him where you were, relaxing back in the tub with a low, relieved sigh. Soaking in warm water seemed to help soothe the ache in your muscles. Unfortunately, however, it did nothing to help the cramps and overwhelming pain you got in your shoulders since the injury that got you discharged from the military. The seemingly constant pain that only either dulled or got worse, never went away. And, today seemed to be one of your worst days.

The only thing that ever seemed to help were massages, specifically Price’s. He had given you one while he was home once and you had never felt better. When he left, you went out to get a professional one done. It didn’t feel the same as Price’s and ended up making you hurt more than if you hadn’t gone and you almost would’ve called yourself disappointed..

The bathroom door opened to reveal your husband. “Welcome home, John,” you smile, leaning back in the tub to look at him. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything done. I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”

Price stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and started stripping. “No need to apologize, love,” he hums, setting his clothing in a neat pile next to the door. He ran a hand through your hair and you sat up to let him slip in behind you. “How’re your shoulders doin’ tonight?” He asks, running his hands over the skin.

“One of my bad days,” you hum, leaning back against the man with a quiet breath. His fingers danced over the skin of your shoulders before he gently nudged you forward.

“Massage?” He offers, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. You hummed, nodding as you sat up in a comfortable position. Price moved to the edges of the bath behind you so he was sitting above you, making it a little less awkward to give the massage.

His hands first ran over the skin of your shoulder blades before his thumbs pressed into the divots of skin between your blade and your spine. You let out a relieved breath with the movement and Price could feel your muscles relax under his fingers. His thumbs moved up to your collarbone and up the back of your neck before they trailed back down and repeated the motion.

With every draw of the motion, the pain in your shoulders dulled and you let out short breaths and sighs. His fingers brushed just under your shoulder blades before they flattened out over the broad bone and his palm applied pressure against it as he slowly rubbed over the bone.

His hands worked magic into your skin and muscle, dulling your pain almost to the point where you couldn’t feel it. They worked your knots gone, your cramps dulled, and they sent shivers down your spine when he fingered over your spine. You let out a sigh when Price removed his hands and slipped back in behind you.

“Thank you, captain,” you whisper with a smile, leaning back into him. “Feels much better.”

Price chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Anythin’ for you, love. I hate seein’ you in pain.”

You laughed quietly, holding his head down so you could return the kiss. “What brought you home so early?”

“Is it a sin to want to see my husband?” Price scoffs lightheartedly, nuzzling his beard against your cheek which brought another laugh from you. “Just wanted to see you. It felt like I’d been away too long, missed you,” he hums, tracing his fingers down your arm. “I love you.”

You felt yourself flush and shift against Price. He had always been straightforward and it always affected you the same way. “I love you too, John,” you murmur back, just loud enough for Price to hear. He pulled you back against him, pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your neck.

You wouldn’t trade your time with Price for anything, no matter how spread apart it is. Every second spent with the man brought you an overwhelming amount of joy and you hoped, knew, he felt the same.

#price x male reader #price x reader #cod mw2 x male reader #x male reader #x reader #captain price x male reader #fluff #massages #bathtime massages #i love price so much

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oodlesodoodles · 1 year

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#Doodle page #Harrykim #Kimharry #And a bit of #Newmann #Too!!#Massages #Who wants a body massage body massage machine go #Inspired by real life

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sincerelybubbles · 10 months

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can't stop thinking abt having sore muscles around the pro hero!ua boys

(probably bc my muscles have been sore for days after jet skiing)

warnings: none, all fluff

of course, bakugo is lecturing you about not stretching first and drinking enough water.

"wouldn't be this fuckin' sore if you listened t'me for once," he'd grumble, already moving to the kitchen to cook so you can take pain meds.

he would insist that you lay on an ice pack if your back is sore in any way, already worried about an actual injury and not just a slight strain. once you're able to convince him that you're okay, just a little sore, he agrees to give you a massage. surprisingly, he doesn't complain much about it idea, simply just motions for you to lay down so he can help you out.

and when he's done, he'll be sure to gloat about his superior massage skills while secretly grabbing his phone to set an alarm to remind you to take medicine again in a few hours.

midoriya would be the first to remind you that sore muscles leads to muscle growth, especially if you're sore after working out.

he is the water police though, constantly insisting that you finish your bottle before jumping up to grab you a new one the second you're finished drinking.

he's also spoiling you rotten, fully aware of the way your body would ache from standing up to do simple tasks. so, he's jumping up any time you so much as move your finger, asking what you need.

"i'll get it, i'll get it! just stay there," he insists, holding up a hand to stop you from jumping up to grab your blanket.

overall, he's just too sweet to see you in pain, so he's doing everything he can to help you feel better. pain meds? he's running to the store. ice pack? there's one chilling in the freezer right now. you want heat? he's already boiling water in the kettle for your hot water bottle.

kirishima teases you for a few minutes when you complain about being sore, giant smile stretching across his face.

"i heard that cuddling with your super storm and manly boyfriend is the best remedy, actually," he jokes, scooping you up to rest against his chest, laughing when you squeal.

he is happy to grab you medicine, water, and a snack while resting with you for the day. if you're truly too sore to get up and do much, he's more than happy to lay down with you, watching whatever crappy netflix show you pick and doing whatever he can to keep you laughing throughout the day.

when you tell sero you're sore, he's reaching over to grab massage lotion before you can even finish your sentence.

"any excuse to get my hands on you," he jokes, nudging you to roll over so he can help soothe your aching muscles.

despite his teasing, he is focused and precise, doing what he can to help you feel better as quickly as possible. he's no stranger to aches and pains, slinging himself around by his tape isn't exactly easy on his joints and muscles, so he's happy to return the many many massages you've given him after patrols.

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chososlittlestuttyboy · 7 months

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PANTALONE🩷

Top!PANTALONE x gn!black!reader

YES YES I KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN 156 YEARS BUT I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS🫶🏾😔

#pantalone #male reader #Pantalone x male reader #M4M #massages #ABO #black male reader

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msterpicasso · 2 years

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@rainmairina

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randomreasonstolive · 10 months

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Reason to Live #9343

Deep muscle massages. – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

#sad #help #hope #reason to live #depressed #depression #empty #alone #mental illness #anxiety #trauma #guest submission #mental health #deep #muscles #massage #massages

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nocontextmythical · 2 months

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i'm tellin' ya.

#gmmore #good mythical more #gmmore 2267 #preening #massages #stares #death #🍋

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softsnzstuff · 1 month

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sick & achy Steve please!! If Eddie can shred on a guitar he’s gotta have magic massage hands too

Oooh I love this one and lucky for you my flight is delayed 😩 I hope you enjoy this little ficlet, Anon ❤️

Set in my Rockstar AU

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“I’m back!” Eddie called out as he shut the front door with his foot. He made his way deeper into the apartment. “Hellooo? I know there’s a really handsome but unfortunately sick guy in this place somewhere.”

“On the- HAESSSH!! iiSSHHiew!! On the couch…” Steve groaned and ran a hand through his hair, propping himself up.

“Bless you! Well I guess you’ll be needing these…” the older man pulled a box of tissues from the top of the grocery bag he was carrying and put it on Steve’s lap.

“Thag’ks.”

“I also got!! These delicious popsicles. I may have eaten one on the drive back… some soup… more nighttime meds as requested. And uhhhhh in here somewhere…. cough drops!!”

Eddie beamed, definitely proud of the successful run to the store. “I can make you some of this soup for lunch. Is there anything else I can get you while I’m up?”

“Do we have any Advil? I’m just so achy.”

Steve frowned - his whole body felt heavy and exhausted.

“Yeah I’ll get you some!” Eddie had already started heading to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen to shake out some pills. “But what you really need might be a Munson Massage.”

Steve perked up at this. Eddie gave amazing massages. Being so quick and sharp on his guitar, there really wasn’t much those hands couldn’t do…

“Could I really be so lucky?” Steve teased, sitting upright as Eddie handed him the pills and a glass of water.

“Absolutely babe. Take your meds and take your shirt off, I’ll take care of everything else.”

Steve did as he was told, shivering slightly when his shirt came off. Eddie came up behind the couch, unscrewing a jar of Vicks Vaporub.

“Alright Stevie, just relax.”

Eddie grinned and breathed on his hands to warm them up before rubbing a thin layer of Vicks onto Steve’s back. He used his thumbs to rub deep pressured circles along Steve’s shoulders and neck.

The younger man almost melted into the touch, body immediately relieved of tension and stress.

Eddie slowly worked his way up to massage the base of Steve’s head - where he sometimes got headaches when he was sick.

“Your hands are truly magic, Eddie…” Steve almost moaned, tilting his head back to look up at his partner.

“Don’t I know it.” He winked.

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #snzblr #ask box #kb au’s #rockstar AU #sickfic #fever aches #massages

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last-capy-hupping · 2 years

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All the thanks and praise to the amazing @mysandwichranaway for letting me commission him for this amazing illustration of the massage scene from chapter 10 of Anywhere With You.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #fanfic #silmarillionfanart #silm fanart #mysandwichranaway #for me!#modern au #silm au #massages #totally just bros #freckles!#that hair!#wanna brush him like a pony

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lilypadlys · 4 months

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Domestic December Day 21 - Massages

Terzo massages your back while you do paperwork

Notes: Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Massages below the cut or on AO3

Today was, for lack of a better phrase, hell. Your day started at five A.M. when you were woken up by a missett alarm on your phone and you couldn’t get back to sleep. It wouldn’t have been as bad if you’d gone to bed on time but midnight mass saw to it that you were up until two. Running on three hours of sleep, you just decided to drown yourself in coffee and pray to Satan that you could get through the day.

You make your way to the kitchens and attempt to make pleasant conversation with the kitchen ghouls and medical wing staff, the only other souls awake at this unsatanly hour. Stardust, one of the quintessence ghouls who works in the infirmary hands you a huge mug of coffee which you gratefully accept. She also gives you a blueberry muffin and a sympathetic look.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nah. Got about three hours. I’ll be fine though.” You shrug.

You thank her for breakfast and head out while munching your muffin. The caffeine helps marginally and feeling slightly more alive, you make your way to Sister Imperator’s office for the day’s chores. To your sheer delight (not) she hands you a huge stack of the ministry’s paperwork and tax forms which you take back to your office with a sigh.

It’s just one of those days.

You get started on your work as best as you can, but by lunch your head is nodding and eyelids drooping. You’re not sure you can make it through the rest of the day.

Just then you hear a knock at your closed office door. Your door policy is explicitly clear. If the door is closed, it better be an emergency for you to be interrupted. Siblings and ghouls alike have learned that lesson the hard way.

“Come in!” You call.

“Ciao amore.”

“Hullo Terzo.” You can’t help but roll your eyes good naturedly and smile. Your lover is the one exception to the emergencies only rule.

“And what emergency have you brought for me today?” You make little air quotes.

Terzo puts on a playful pout. “Just that I miss you oh so very much my dear.”

“You saw me at mass. And we share a bedroom”

“But that was hours ago.” He whines. “Then to wake up with the bed cold and empty!” He fakes a swoon.

“Not my fault you sleep like the dead and didn’t hear my alarm.”

He scoffs and waves his hand. “Beauty sleep is important. Besides, I hear you didn’t get enough rest last night.”

You sigh. “Did Starry send you? I told her I was fine-”

“Ah ah ah,” He stops you. “She was just looking out for your wellbeing. And now that I’m here I can see it for myself. You must rest tesoro. You are exhausted.”

“But I need to finish this.” It’s your turn to whine as you gesture down at the paperwork scattered on your desk.

“So stubborn.” He tuts, already crossing to you. “At least let me help you relieve some tension, hmm?” He mimes rubbing your shoulders. “That way you can still work but at least feel a little better.”

You consider his offer and nod. A massage does sound amazing. And if it would get him to let you get back to work all the better.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course amore.” He removes his gloves and sets to work rubbing your neck and shoulders.

Almost immediately you melt into his gentle hands. He starts slow and easy, just running his hands over your shoulders, feeling out the tight spots. Then with a tap to your shoulder blade as a warning, he digs his fingers in slightly and begins to work your tense muscles.

Your pen falls out of your hand and your head droops as he presses the heel of his hand into a particularly sore area. You can’t help a slight groan at the pressure and ache.

“Hurts? I’m sorry cara. This will make it feel better I promise.”

“Isfine.” You slur, not even looking up. You wave a hand to tell him to keep going. You’re not getting any more work done, you can already tell.

One shoulder loosened up, Terzo moves to the other and repeats the process of gently massaging your sore muscles. He alternates using the tips of his fingers and his palms, as well as modulating the pressure.

By this point you’re slumped over your desk, chin resting on your folded arms.

“No wonder you're sore if this is your idea of posture.” He teases.

It’s a testament to how tired you are that you don’t snap back with a playful snipe of your own.

“Up.” He pats your shoulder. “We’re heading to bed. I’ll finish massaging your back and then you’re taking a nap.”

You make to protest but he shushes you.

“Ah ah. I don’t want to hear any excuses. See, you're yawning.”

You stifle your yawn too late and roll your eyes. All the same, you stand and let Terzo guide you to the door.

“After you’re rested, I’ll send a ghoul to assist you with the rest of your work. Until then,” He scoops you up effortlessly and you hum happily. You press your cheek to his chest to feel his steady heartbeat. After shutting your office door behind the two of you, he carries you back to your shared quarters. He lays you on the bed before turning to rifle through your dresser. When he returns it’s to hand you a change of comfy clothes.

The both of you change into lounge clothes, and Terzo even washes off his papal paints. You raise a brow.

“I wouldn’t want to smear the sheets now would I? I’ll reapply them later. Now get comfortable, amore.”

You lay on your stomach as he stands next to the bed. As promised, he resumes the massage, paying special attention to your back. You sigh contentedly as he works out a knot that had been plaguing you for a week. You’ve completely melted into a puddle by this point, relaxed and sleepy.

“Nap time then?”

“Uh huh.” You agree without protest.

“Rest well tesoro. Sweet dreams.”

Terzo joins you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. As you settle down, head on his chest and arms around him, he pulls the covers up over the two of you.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #papa terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #terzo/reader #massages #fluff #domestic december 2023 #lys writes

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fullsaw · 6 months

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I know 90% of my favs have horrendous back pains i need to give them massages

#babygirl posting #you know the ones by now #rocket raccoon #baby bear #buster moon #jerry sing 2 #jon sims #martin blackwood #back pain #massages

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Ohhh I saw ur fic/drabbles are open so can you maybe do a Spy x Family fic for lee!Loid and Ler!Yor? I would love to see Yor trying to get Loid to laugh bc he’s too stubborn and serious to do so. (Bonus points for making Yor find a particularly sensitive spot and going to town on it)

*squee* God I love these prompts! :D Spy x Family will forever have my heart and soul, as will Lee!Loid!

Decided to make this more Yor and Loid focused since I have a fic of Anya coming up soon! :D I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“Mm…what a day.” Yor rubbed her hands over her face with a groan, pushing back her bangs as she sank into the couch. Out of her work clothes and dressed for comfort, she stretched her arms high over her head and leaned back, sounding off an array of cracks along her spine. “Ahhh…sorry, that was rude, wasn’t it?” Yor blushed under Loid’s raised eyebrow.

“Not at all.” He reassured her with a smile. If anything, he ached to do that himself. The last time he popped his spine however, he ended up throwing out his back. As are the woes of getting older. “Seems like you’ve had quite the day?”

“Nothing I can’t handle- it just feels so nonstop lately.” She sighed, reaching down and rubbing her feet, trying to ease the ache residing in them. “Between work and…well, work; City Hall has been keeping me busy.”

“Hm.” Loid hummed in agreement, knowing the feeling all too well. His spy work has been especially difficult- with an increase in smaller missions piling up on his current one he’s had very little time to actually rest.

He was about to make some sort of relatable commentary when he found himself watching her face. While she kept a smile on her lips for the most part, her expression today reflected her most recent lifestyle. Hunched over and tired, she looked as if she could fall apart at the seams.

Without really thinking about it, his hand found her shoulder, fingers prodding the closest pressure point there.

“Eh?” Yor startled, eyes widening in surprise. Loid almost jerked his arm back. “Sorry, I should have asked-”

Yor suddenly seemed to…well, melt. Her eyes drooped closed as her shoulders slumped, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Whatever you're doing, please…don’t stop.” She requested a tad breathlessly.

Well, how was he to turn down a request like that? Nodding, he worked his hand along her shoulder and upper back, pressing into tightened muscles and gently easing away the aches along Yor’s spine as she continued to press and knead into her own. A small smile of relief spread along her lips, sending shivers up Loid’s spine. He couldn’t say why seeing it felt so rewarding- perhaps he just took pride in his work as a spy.

Knowing pressure points to incapacitate his targets is just part of the job.

Yeah- that’s probably it.

Before long, Yor was sitting up, shaking out her shoulders with a soft sigh. She seemed more relaxed now; her expression lighter than earlier. “That was…wonderful. I had no idea you could do that, Loid.” She turned to smile at him, making him blush. “I’m learning so many things about you everyday.”

“Heh, yeah…well- I am a doctor. Part of my job is to relieve my patients any way possible.” He played off the praise as he turned to a nearby book, suddenly seeking a distraction. “I should-ergh!”

“Loid?” Yor blinked, shooting forward when he suddenly grunted, brows pinching together in pain. “Are you alright?”

For the most part? Yes. His back however? Not so much.

“I’m alright…just sore.” He laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively. “Looks like we’re both full of aches today.”

Yor watched him, tilting her head curiously. Then she nodded. “Let me help.”

“....Huh?” Loid blinked.

“I…I’m not as practiced in massage therapy as a doctor such as yourself,” She shook off her hesitation, raising her fists up with an encouraging smile. “But I know a few tricks that can help relieve stress! Please, allow me to return the favor!”

Loid paused, hesitant. The idea of someone touching him so gently was…new. He rarely let his guard down around people- not even Anya. How would he react?

Seeing her warm expression helped him make his decision.

“Well…alright.” He conceded, trying not to fluster again when she clapped. “If you insist…”

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Turns out, he really should have hesitated more.

“Rrk! Y-Yor, is this really how it wo-RKS!?” Loid gritted his teeth, the elbow digging into his back doing more harm than good. When Yor offered to massage him, he figured she’d go for a more delicate approach.

“Trust the process, Loid! I promise it hurts now, but once I’m done you're gonna feel amazing!” Yor sounded reassuring- surely this was part of the process?

Another wave of pain shot through his back- maybe not.

“Yor-Erk! Yor, wait!” He groaned, feeling her pause. “While the gesture is appreciated, perhaps you could try something a bit more…gentle?” He tried to keep his voice light, hiding the ache in his tone.

“Lighter? Oh! I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m so sorry!” Yor adjusted, sitting back on his hips and patting his back. “Sometimes I forget how much force to use. If it’s alright with you, could I try again? With a much lighter touch of course.”

Loid nodded, closing his eyes. This time when her hands touched his back, it was feather like. “That’s better…thank you.”

Yor hummed happily, sounding pleased. She pressed with gentle pressure, kneading her fingers into his spine as she slowly worked down his back.

Things were going well- Loid could almost fall asleep to this.

Almost.

“Hm!” A sudden ticklish feeling shot through his torso, making Loid press his lips together in surprise. He hadn’t expected her hands to dip to his sides like that. “Y-Yor! What are you dohoing?”

“Massaging your back- the muscles here can get rather strained if not worked on.” She spoke matter of factly, but the spy was sure he heard a drop of mischief in her voice. Her hands worked their way back to his spine, pressing softly into the muscles. “It’s all part of the treatment.”

Loid bit his lip, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as her hands continued to knead. It was at that moment he remembered just how ticklish his back was. A spot rarely touched- his friends only ever went for his ribs or his feet when tickling him.

When was the last time he’d been tickled there? It honestly felt kinda nice.

“Hm? You’re shaking more than usual? Is it too hard?” Yor lightened the pressure back to featherlike, further increasing the tingles running across his nerves. Loid bit the inside of his cheek as a reluctant smile started tugging on his lips. “Yohohor! Hahahang on!” He grunted out, unable to hold back a few rebellious giggles.

“Ah, so you are ticklish.”

That was the only warning he got before hell broke loose.

“Ah! Ahehahahahaha! Y-Yohohor! Wahhahahahit!” Loid yelped as ten fingers scribbled against his back, pinching his shoulder blades and tracing random shapes against his spine. Squirming, he reached out and grabbed a nearby pillow, shoving his face in an attempt to muffle the growing giggles. “It tihihihiihckles! Aheahhahahah!”

“Does it now? I never knew someone with a ticklish back before!” Yor smiled gleefully as she carried on her gentle tickles, daring a hand up to his neck and giggling when Loid scrunched up in response, laughter increasing in volume. “Careful now, we don’t want to wake Anya.”

“Ihiihihihim trhiihiihiihihying!” Loid yelped, squirming beneath her as Yor found a particularly bad spot near the base of his ribs, making him squeak. “Stohohoohhohop tihiihihihckling meehehhehe!”

“It’s all part of the massage.” She responded, slipping her fingers into his armpits just to hear him cackle. “I can’t just not massage you here- there’s so much tension!” She laughed when he shot his arms down, inadvertently trapping her hands. “Kinda need those back, Loid.”

“Thehehhehehen stahahhahap tihiihihihckling mehehehee!” He managed to choke out, unable to keep his face hidden within the pillow. All his squirming and wriggling only opened more spots for Yor to tickle, leaving him completely defenseless. “I fehehehheheel behehehehehetter! Plehehahahhahhase!”

“Well, if you insist.” Yor pretended to think about it before finally stopping, letting her hands drag down his back in one last flourish before finally pulling away. “Feel better?”

Loid was a mess of breathless laughter, cheeks hot and hair askew. His eyes were misted over with mirthful tears and his limbs felt like gelatin. Did he really feel better?

Yeah, he actually did. “Is it weheheird…to say yehehes?”

Yor chirped with joy, satisfied. “Not weird at all. I’m glad to be of help.” Without thinking much of it, she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face.

A big mistake on her part.

“Gotcha!” He declared, quickly flipping over and rotating their positions, pinning her to the couch below him. “This is what you-” His leg suddenly gave out, and he found himself nearly falling into her. “Whoa-”

He trailed off, staring into wide red irises as Yor sucked in a breath. They were close- really close. Nose to nose, lips only inches apart. The hand pinning her wrist above her head loosened some, but she didn’t push him away. Her free hand reached up and knotted itself into his shirt, gently tugging on it. “Hey…” She started to smile.

“Hey…” He breathed back, feeling himself relax. Her eyes started to close. He began to lean in…

Her lips tasted like coffee and sugar, just as he imagined they would.

I hope this was good!

#spy x family #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #yor #loid #massages #first kisses #yoid #lee!loid has my heart and soul #as does Yor #really this entire family I love

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