#ticklish!Hisashi

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Lovelynim's tickletober Day 25: "No."

Otomo Hisashi x Tsuchiya Mao

A/N: This day prompt was possible thanks to always sweet @otomiyaa 💕 I hope you like this love! 💖💖

"Mao, do you want candy?"

"No."

Oh his boyfriend was adorable. Hisashi tried his best not to burst out laughing as he watched Mao curled up in a ball on the bed, trying to hide his face under the blanket. Hisashi hoped it wasn't too hot under there.

"Are you angry, Mao?"

"No."

Oh, of course he was upset. Adorably upset. The reason? Hisashi had taken a short video of Mao, just a few hours earlier, while he was tickling him. It was such a short video, probably five seconds long at most, but Mao had always been camera shy. Hisashi knew this and liked to tease him from time to time by taking photos of him while he was doing something or videos when they were on dates; Mao would usually just hit him playfully on the shoulder and let him be, but this time... it seems that little video affected him too much.

Hisashi smiled softly and he sat by the edge of the bed when Mao was hiding under the cover.

"Mao? Are you hungry?"

"No."

"I feel like you really are angry."

"No."

"Is 'no' the only word you know now?"

"... No."

This time, Hisashi really couldn't help but giggle. "Mao, love, I'm sorry. I will delete the video if you want. You just looked so adorable giggling like that, I couldn't help myself."

Mao didn't say anything, but Hisashi could see he sighed. Oh, was his apology working? But Hisashi knew that a small apology wouldn't be enough, he had to go the extra mile.

"You can also tickle me if you wa-!"

Hisashi jumped when Mao suddenly sat up, his eyes wide and sparkling... Oh no.

"Really?!

'No', Hisashi wanted to say, just to tease him, but instead, he nodded and smiled at his cute boyfriend, his hair a mess.

"Yes, Mao. Here, you can even tickle this spot I hate so much," he said, rolling his eyes as he moved one of his arms away from his side and pointed at his armpit.

"You won't stop me?!"

That made Hisashi hesitate, he chuckled nervously, but nodded. "Y-Yeah, I won't s-stop- ah! W-Wahahait! I'm not reheheady! Hold on! Ahahahaha!"

Hisashi fell back onto the bed with Mao quickly straddling on his hips, his light, sneaky hands quickly nestling against the hollow of his armpit, his fingers wiggling rapidly, vibrating and digging into Hisashi's most ticklish spot. Hisashi burst out laughing, his arms clamped at his sides on their own, trapping Mao's hands in that terribly ticklish spot.

Hisashi could hear Mao's giggle and he knew that he could put up with a few silly tickles just to please Mao.

"AHAHA! N-No! Wahahahait!"

Well, now he wasn't so sure as Mao had trapped one of his hands under his knee and he had pushed up the other one over Hisashi's head to expose his armpit to his tickly fingers.

"MAHAHAO! MAO!"

"You said you wouldn't make me stop, Hisashi!"

All for a little video... after this, he definitely wouldn't delete it!

[ticklygiggles]

SOOOO CUUUTE EKGDNFKDKKF THIS IS SOOO GOOOODDD AAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD BABY NOMNOMNOMNOM

On Camera

Hisashi x Mao

A/N: I saw Tasogare Outfocus episode 1 - 5 last night, and poof, this fic was suddenly in my head. I'm an anime-only for now but definitely want to check out the manga too^^ thank you @ticklygiggles for your support!

Summary: Mao finds himself tickled to death again, again and again by his ruthless boyfriend Hisashi. He wonders if there is any chance to turn the tables... (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Tickling, bondage, no smut.

Word Count: 2.6K

Ah, the lights were on but they looked blurry. His chest felt like it was burning, as did everywhere he was being touched. And no, it wasn't even that kind of touch. But he surely was dying.

"HISA-ahhh! S-staha-nohoho w-wait!"

Mao could barely comprehend what he was saying, or trying to say. He could feel Hisashi's mouth on his neck, making the little hairs stand as he tickled him with his lips, his tongue, his breath.

"Does it tickle?"

All that, and Hisashi still had the nerve to ask him the obvious. Mao nodded tiredly. He felt dizzy and lightheaded from laughing so much. He could barely register the sound of his own voice as he felt his entire body react to the ticklish onslaught.

Already for a while now, he lay trapped in Hisashi's arms. His sides and ribs were suffering an endless ticklish terror, which would switch to other spots such as his stomach, hips, armpits and neck, only to return to those sweet spots between his lower ribs again. On repeat.

Hisashi was an absolute monster, and still, a monster he loved.

"AHH-I c-cahahan't! Hisahahashi!" Mao begged. He blinked his eyes and felt how tears were streaming down his cheeks. Even the funniest movie wouldn't be able to make him laugh like this. It was a feeling out of this world.

"Of course you can. Laugh some more for me, Mao," Hisashi whispered in his ear while his fingers remained buried under Mao's shirt, tickling him to death in multiple places.

Ah, those words of encouragement only made Mao feel even more flustered.

"Plehehease, h-have mehehercy!" he giggled tiredly. His stomach did start to hurt a bit from laughing so much at this point.

When he finally felt the tickle attack slowing down, he managed to turn himself in Hisashi's embrace, and he faced him.

"Are you done?" he asked breathlessly. Hisashi wore the most beautiful smile.

"I think so," he chuckled.

"Geez, you always do this," Mao said, leaning his head against Hisashi's shoulder to rest some more. He really was out of breath this time.

"It's because you're so ticklish," Hisashi muttered, his fingers creeping back under Mao's shirt. For a moment he tensed up when he anticipated more tickles, but the next minute they were kissing passionately, surprising Mao that he still had some air left to kiss his evil lover long and deep.

He loved Hisashi, he would even say he loved his tickle attacks. But... wasn't it getting a little unfair at this point? Sure they'd had the conversation a few times before.

"You're so ticklish Mao," Hisashi would say after wrecking him completely. And whenever Mao would try to tickle him back, he could barely get a similar reaction out of him.

"Were you trying something~?" Something like that would be Hisashi's response whenever Mao tried to tickle him. And 9 out of 10 times it would result in Mao's very own demise. By now, he knew to be careful.

Still, after getting tickled to tears just now, again, he really started to wonder if there was no way for him to make Hisashi laugh like this. Something more than a giggle would already be appreciated.

Mao would often think that, but this time it wasn't like other times: getting tickled to death by Hisashi, fantasize about getting his revenge, then forgetting about it. Repeat.

No, this time the thought stayed, and started to grow. What if...He would find a way to carefully discover if Hisashi really could laugh for him too. Whether he had any ticklish spots. And also whether it would be possible to, just a little, make him... beg?

Mao blushed and felt like trash for thinking it. But the image of Hisashi squirming under his touch, giggling, moaning and laughing while begging him to stop tickling him... It was a certain thought that had Mao end up in the bathroom by himself the next day.

Pfff. Even that little round of solo pleasure wouldn't let him get over it, so he decided to think of his plan. And the moment he replaced the 'don't be ridiculous'-thought with the 'but how can I make this happen'-planning process, his creativity as a filmmaker started.

Speaking of film...

"Mao? Is something wrong? You've been spacing out the past few days. I can tell something's on your mind."

Yes, it indeed took at least a few days to come up with the plan. And this little interrogation about his feelings was all part of it.

"....No, nothing," Mao lied. He wanted Hisashi to pry a little, at least. Hisashi stood closer to him and cupped his face.

"Tell me what's wrong. Your face is all red too," Hisashi said, rubbing Mao's cheek with his thumb. Mao closed his eyes when he leaned in for a kiss. Ah, he loved Hisashi so much...

"It's embarrassing," he mumbled after the kiss. Hisashi looked at him with those beautiful eyes.

"What is?"

"There is something I would like to try," Mao finally admitted. Ah, even when it was all part of his act, it was still embarrassing. What if Hisashi would be grossed out? They had made jokes about it before. Well, particularly Hisashi was the one to joke about it.

"What do you want to... oh?" Hisashi noticed the camera that stood in a different position.

"When did you put that here?" Hisashi walked towards the camera and studied the angle, right beside their bed. He then pointed at it.

"Erotica? Do you want to...?" he asked with a curious but excited look in his eyes.

"I wanted to try something o-on you," Mao mumbled shyly, and he revealed the other part of his plan, taking them from under the bed. Restraints.

Hisashi's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow. Really? I am flattered," he said with a smile. But then when he realized Mao was serious, he blushed and nodded.

"I mean, of course! I told you before, if there's anything you would like to try, do tell! So, do I go first?" he asked, and Mao's stomach already made a backflip at the word 'first', since he knew Hisashi would eventually want to try the same thing on him.

"Do I undress?" Hisashi asked when Mao didn't answer, and he walked towards the bed and started to unbutton his pants.

"N-no no, wait... Just your shirt, please," he suggested shyly. Hisashi looked surprised again, and then smug.

"Ah, I see. Of course!" He didn't bother to button his pants up again, but he did take off his shirt and sat down on their bed. He reached up with his arms, placing them wide first, and then together.

"Like this? Or this?" He was so cooperative! Probably because Mao was being so shy about this, which were his true genuine feelings. But also part of the plan... He had an inkling it would get Hisashi to cooperate sooner, but he hadn't thought it would actually be this easy.

"L-like this," Mao said, sitting down beside him and grabbing his arms, helping them spread wide above his head again.

"Only my arms~?"

"No, the legs too."

He tied each arm and leg to the bed, admiring how handsome and sexy Hisashi looked like this. So irresistible that he couldn't help himself and kissed his lips.

"Hmmh," Hisashi made a cute sound. "Mao. You're forgetting something."

Ah. Hisashi even reminded him that the camera was still off. Mao couldn't believe Hisashi seemed this determined to make, what was probably in his mind, some steamy porn of their own. However, Mao had different plans. On shaking legs, he got up from the bed and turned the camera on.

If Hisashi would happen to be ticklish, not only could Mao finally have his deserved revenge on him for all those times he was tickled to death. He would actually have it on camera too...

"Ready? I'll m-make you feel good," Mao said, staring down at Hisashi with a blush on his face. He straddled him and put both his hands on Hisashi's chest.

"I'm all yours," Hisashi said with a seductive smile. And he meant it. Mao could see the determination in his eyes. He started off by still making Hisashi think he was just going to fondle and touch him in the erotic kind of way, by rubbing his hands against his chest, admiring the beauty of his body.

"That feels like a great massage." Hisashi hummed and closed his eyes. Mao felt nervous when he replaced his handpalms for his fingers, dragging them softly up and down Hisashi's sides.

"I hope it feels good," he replied. He watched Hisashi's reactions closely. Maybe he wasn't ticklish after all, since the way he was being touched now was the kind of tickle that would already make Mao sound like a squeaky toy.

"A-ah..." Hisashi made a tiny sound when Mao reached his lower sides, where he made little circles with his fingers, adding a little more pressure. He noticed a little twitch. A twitch!

"T-taking it slow, aren't you?" Hisashi asked, opening one eye, still with that same smile. Mao nodded.

"We shouldn't rush it, right?" he said, and without warning he curled his fingers and tickled Hisashi very intentionally. It worked. Hisashi jerked all of a sudden and let out a surprised: "OHh!"

Mao's eyes widened. "Sorry, what did I do?" he asked. Of course he knew very well. He wanted to hear him say it.

"Nothing! Nothing, you just surprised me that's ahahall, h-hey, M-Mao? W-what nohohow?" Hisashi broke down in soft restrained giggles when Mao repeated the same touch again and again.

Yes, yes yes! "Does it tickle, Hisashi?" he asked. He could see the realization on his boyfriend's face.

"Mao y-you cahahan't be s-serious!" The more Mao tickled him - the soft kind, the more Hisashi giggled. Mao tried to squeeze, pinch or claw, but found they were not as effective as the soft brushing with his fingertips against Hisashi's smooth sensitive skin. His boyfriend arched his back and whined.

"Does it tickle?" Mao asked again, and when he found the perfect opening and tickled Hisashi's arched lower back, he was pleased to hear the little surprised squeak coming from him as he fell back. So sexy!

"It doesn't! You lihihittle- wahhah!" Hisashi really did seem to realize this had been Mao's intention all along.

With his hands stuck between Hisashi and the bed, Mao continued to lightly scribble at his lower back. Hisashi's mouth opened slightly as more of those beautiful giggles filled the room. Mao wanted more than that. He needed more.

"Ah, so it doesn't tickle. I see," Mao said, showing off his look of disappointment before suddenly moving his hands back up and wiggling all ten fingers against Hisashi's ribs.

"HEY! Hohohold on- ahhahah no!" Hisashi cried out. Mao's eyes widened in disbelief. This worked, it really did! Entranced, he let his fingers climb up further. Those exposed and vulnerable armpits, they had to be ticklish They had to....

"Mahahahao no not there- don't you dare- don't you dahahare!" He sensed that the longer Hisashi was subjected to this, the more nervous and ticklish he seemed. His smug appearance crumbled and that bright smile had only become more beautiful.

"Why not? It won't tickle you, would it?" Mao said, cringing from his own cold boyfriend act, but he couldn't help himself! He was finally winning!

"I s-swehehear I'll gehehet you- NOHohh!" Hisashi laughed like Mao had never heard him laugh before. It was more like a cute howling sound. Tickling his armpits with wiggling fingers, brushing, digging, scratching very lightly, Mao noticed that he had found a goldmine.

Hisashi shook his head, his beautiful blond hair moving from side to side and his arms and legs were kicking and fighting against their restraints.

"Does it... tickle?" Mao asked, finding himself return to that question again, not only because it was the exact way Hisashi would tease him, but also because it was kind of his indicator whether he was going too far or not. He figured, if Hisashi would want him to stop, he'd surrender and admit the obvious: how much it tickled.

Or wouldn't he?

"Nohoho! Gahaha- Mahahao!" That still wasn't anything close to surrendering, but the moment Mao hit that sweet spot under his arms, Hisashi's hips bucked so much that Mao fell right off him.

Not that it would stop him. He sat on the side and leaned over him, still aiming for both those ticklish armpits. Meanwhile he glanced at the camera, making sure he wasn't blocking the view of Hisashi's beautiful laughing face.

"Heeheee- nahahah do nohohot!" Hisashi laughed when Mao's dancing fingers finally decided to try some other spots, even though it was just tempting to tickle his armpits until Hisashi would give in.

He lowered his hands to his hips and squeezed, enjoying the way Hisashi bucked in response. With his pants unbuttoned, chest bare and that huge smile on his face, he had never looked so sexy before.

"Eyaahahaha! Not thahahat!" Mao grinned. He finally broke him. It didn't matter anymore whether it was the soft or rough kind of tickle. Hisashi seemed sensitive to all of them now. He was laughing hysterically, there was still restraint on his arms, but no more on his voice. He had no energy left to hold back, or keep in control.

If Mao wasn't mistaken, it could be any second now. Just a liiittle more...

"AAHH! Hahaha not thehehere- ohohoh eeeek!" Hisashi sounded hilarious when Mao - after a tickly trail down his boyfriend's sensitive thighs and knees - started to tickle his bare feet.

Mao was impressed for how long Hisashi had taken the playful tickle torture before finally giving in.

"Ahahalright it t-tickles! It tihihickles Mahahao! You wihihin nohohow!"

Smiling proudly, Mao couldn't help but tickle Hisashi's soles some more. It would've been a crime if his beautiful feet weren't ticklish, but luckily there was plenty of sensitivity there to make him laugh.

"Mahahahao!"

"Oh, I didn't catch that, what did you say?" Mao asked playfully. Hisashi stared at him with that gorgeous smile.

"Plehehease! Staha-stpo hehehe! It tihihickles! No mohohore!"

He was begging, yes!!! Mao grinned like a fool. Hisashi was so cute!

"Ahahh!! It tickles - y-you win, alright? Now... get back over here," Hisashi panted. Mao couldn't deny he wanted the same. He climbed back on top of him and immediately crashed down with his lips on Hisashi's, kissing those lips that were smiling so beautifully mere seconds ago.

And for a moment he forgot the camera was still running. They made out - even when Hisashi was out of breath, he still managed to kiss Mao until he felt light in the head.

Though shaky and clumsy, in the middle of their kissing he managed to untie Hisashi's arms, and even though Hisashi's ankles were still tied to the bed, he had plenty of freedom to devour him now.

Mao felt how Hisashi pinned him down firmly, and for a moment he thought he was going to be really in for it now - that tickly revenge. But when they pulled apart and he noted the expression on his boyfriend's face, he gulped.

"I don't think I can hold back now. You've had your fun, now let me have mine," he said breathlessly. Mao's eyes widened, it had been a while since he saw that predator look on Hisashi's face, and he knew they were probably going to make love until dawn at least.

"I'm all yours," Mao said shyly, before entering the continuation of their blissful night together. And the camera? .... He was going to find out later that it was still running!

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Day 16: Doctor

Lee!Mao / Ler!Hisashi

My favourite pairing of all time lol! They are so damn cute!

Mao feels arms wrap around his waist as he checks the rushes from the new movie they filmed. Hisashi clings to him, face nuzzling his neck, "Maoo are you still working?"

Mao chuckles now leaning his head towards the blond, "I'm almost done Hisashi"

"Hm..." A huff of disappointment escapes Hisashi, but he waits.

Mao continues organising the footages and once he was close to shutting down, Hisashi gently pulls him backwards towards the bed breathing on his ear, "You know Mao... working too hard could be considered an ailment"

Rolling his eyes Mao smiled, "Are you gonna diagnose me doctor?"

Leaning to the side as Mao lied down on his back Hisashi pats his chest assuring "Alright I will... lets see now?"

Mao stiffens when Hisashi caresses his side slightly, making patterns over his ribs as well, "There seems to be the constant thought process of wanting work so badly..."

Mao giggles when Hisashi tickles his stomach a little, "Your gut is resistant too"

With a squeak, he recoils as Hisashi tickles his naval, "Ah! It tickles..."

Unable to hide a smile Hisashi continued, "I'm not done with my diagnosis... doctors orders Mao..."

Giggles tumble as he continues his "diagnosis" over Mao, Hisashi is enjoying this a little too much.

"What about here?" Surprised, Mao squeals when Hisashi tickles his armpit, a sneaky move making him cackle suddenly, curling further towards him.

"Ahahaha Hisashihi plehehehease"

"Ticklish? Then that's a symptom" Hisashi teased more, now kissing his nose, easing the torture a little, "sorry... you are so cute when your giggling"

Mao blushing shakes his head in amusement, "You're unbelievable, Hisashi."

"But still hot?"

Mao playfully hits him with the plushy, further leaning to deepen his kiss despite the tumbling giggles. They dorm might feel a rom com drama going on if sweetness like this happens every day

[bookie2020]

Yandere class 1a with reader having Soundwave quirk! Which if they spread their hand out or form their hand as a finger gun it shoots out a dangerous sound

Being the niece of yamada hisashi pro hero mic came with good perks especially being at ua, but it also was hard to gain the respect of everyone in the class. Time and time again people accused me of cheating to get inside and that my spot deserves to be given to someone else and personally I agreed. So I did what any sensible person did and gave anyone who had an issue with my spot in 1A a fat ass taste of my quirk and sent most of them to the hospital- wait scratch that I sent all of them to the hospital. One thing my uncle taught me was that even if people try to get you to shut up and take something that’s the exact time you have to get louder! So I did. Right off the first day of school I met a wonderful guy named Izuku midoria and his quick is seriously powerful but he can’t control it which is perfect when everyone always tries to hold back with me. I got someone that would go toe to toe with me on my every whim.

He was always by my side so it made training easier though strange notes started appearing in my locker expressing there love of my quirk and it was cute for a while. I tried to find the person for weeks but to no avail and honestly I stopped wanting to find them when the constant showering of love turned into notes of how to take me down and render me powerless.

There were multiple people I was suspicious about but izuku failed to ever cross my mind. A couple weeks after the fights to determine our ranks I had gotten closer with the whole class at the swimming pool with once I won the race and got to show off for once without rumors spreading. Bakugo was pretty hard to get along with during sparring which could really just be called random attacks throughout the entire day. Denki, sero and I hit it off like crazy we would always hang out after school and pull pranks on each other since our quirks were perfect for it.

One time sero literally appeared out of nowhere like spider man and grabbed my sweeping me off my feet literally and threw me into a bundle of electrical charged tape that was so ticklish I thought I was going to die. I blasted there pants off right in front of aizawa sneakily and they got stuck with detention. I mean hey I gotta get my lick back some how.

With the girls in my class it was easier to get along with them because I never felt a shred of anxiety with them, I felt safe and wanted. I mean don’t get me wrong guys are great but girls are nurturing by nature. We lived together like a family and when everyone was going through a tough situation we all helped each other out, especially when todoroki shared his family problems with me and Deku during a meal at apple bees. Sudden sure but it was better than when deku literally yelled out “THANKS FOR PASSING YOUR QUIRK ONTO ME ALLMIGHT” right when I had rounded the corner on a late night snack run while standing next to boney looking man who unsurprisingly was all might.

These past couple event made us tight nit especially after the lov attack. Me and bakugo got captured and that dumbass tomura got handsy with me right in front of katski just to make him join. When all might had appeared and broke chains cuffing my hands I immediately spun around to kill him myself but it was too late when our classmates jumped into the air and bakugo grabbed me forcibly dragging me out of there.

I knew it was unfair but I resented my class for a while. It was defiling to have been touched by a pervert like that and not be able to fight back. My friends tried to approach me like normal but I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. I started hanging with the workshop students for a while and started to see the serious differences in treatments. In 1A I almost felt stifled like everyone was watching my every move. If I tried to talk to someone outside our class someone would swoop in dragging me somewhere else as a joke or just blatantly cut in a conversation. It got worse.

People I used to talk to started to leave the school or come back with bruises on their faces or arms saying they couldn’t meet with me anymore. I started to think that after a while people were belittling my efforts and believing in baseless rumors again. It shut my whole personality down and made me think.

Wouldn’t it have been better to just stay with them?

(That’s all I got for now I’m sorry I know it’s not super good it’s just my first time writing a oneshot for a whole class)

[regularme12]

Twilight Out of Focus Tickle Asks

This anime is SUPERB!!!

1. Who's the most ticklish character?

Inaba. Dare I say more? Yes. Yes I dare. I just LOVE it when stoice emo male characters turn out to be the most ticklish, so that's why I said it. Even though he's insanley ticklish, and a tickle fight broke out among the 2nd and third years he some how manages to escape while he still can. And he always does it effortlessly until one annoying pink haired man came along. Yet another tickle war broke out, and Inaba started inching his way to the door without being seen, until his boyfriend was like "Where you think you're going, Mr. Hopeless Romantic?" And he grabbed him by his sides and started screaming. What Yosino thought would be a small chuckle, or no chuckle at all because he doesn't even look ticklish, came out as a squeall and hard giggles. Everyone looked at him in awe, since this was news to them. They haven't even decided the fact Inaba was ticklish, so they were all suprised at the blue haired's reactions. Safe to say, No one would let him live it down.

2. Who's the character that everyone would assume was ticklish, but really wasn't?

Mao. Only bc he has that personality that everyone would love to tickle, bc he looks like he can create really cute and hilarious reactions. But on one faithful night, Hisashi went to ticklr him bc Mao tickled him first, he came to a conclusion that Mao wasn't even flinching. So yet again, Hisashi became Mao's tickle toy, and it wasn't fair bc Mao isn't ticklish.

3. Who's the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles?

I was gonna say Inaba but it's gotta be Hisashi. The blonde haired can cackle and snort doesn't matter if they tickle his worst spot, or not. And everyone finds it funny, leading him to be ganged up on, with no help to Mao. Mao just casually told every 2nd year who was apart of the film club, that his loving boyfriend sounds like a pig when getting tickled. And what's the best way to find out if he wasn't ganged up on?

4. Who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others?

I feel like it's GOTTA be Yoshino. Yeah, he wasn't there for a long amount of time, but still. He manages to find a tickle fight, somewhere somehow, and goes and tells everyone else. He even goes and tickle someone, it being Inaba bc they boyfriends your honor. And that did NOT help Inaba and Yoshino to get closer. No sir.

5. Who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about?

Ichikawa. It's his ears. Him and Jin was having their usual love routine, until Jin started licking and biting his ear, his his hands was down the latter's pants. Jin heard and felt a lil giggle and his chest rise so he asked him, "Are you ok? Or does this... tickle?" Ichikawa started protesting and pushing on Jin's shoulders, to no avail. Jin kept doing what he was doing to his boyfriend. Safe to say, after Jin got done, Ichikawa made him lose boyfriend priveleges for 3 weeks, 1 if Jin promises not to tell anyone bc that's his worse spot.

6. Who's the more likely to win gang tickle wars?

Mao. Bc he's in fact NOT ticklish. Such a disadvantage, bc he can get ANYONE and EVERYONE if he so much as pleases to, and yes. He does please to.

7. Which character has a kink for tickling?

It's a tie between Ichikawa and Yoshino bc they're both into bl and there's a lot of tickling in bl, but my gut's saying Yoshino. The pink haired just finds tickling really cute and affectionate, he even wants his beloved bf to tickle him, but Inaba never gets the hint, so Yoshino decides to provoke him by tickling the blue haired first, but still. He's so oblivous all the time. Sorry Yoshino.

8. Which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them?

I'm gonna throw you guys a curve ball and say Rudy, though Jin is second up there. Rudy didn't know he was ticklish bc he didn't have a lot of affection growing up (this is gonna be a hc) So he really wasn't tickled since he was 10. He thought he grew out of that by now. But it was haunting when all the 3rd years ganged up on him, tickling him to peices.

9. Which two characters have tickle fights all the time?

Ichikawa and Jin. After Ichikawa kept requesting different bl mangas to the other, Jin always happens to read a tickle scene and think to himself. "Yeah, I'm gonna do this to Ichikawa." So it leads Ichikawa to tickle Jin afterwards, creating this one huge messy tickle fight. And it happens. All. The. Time.

10. Which character only let's one specific character tickle them?

Hisashi only let's Mao tickle him. He think's it's cute how his boyfriend gets all serious when tickling him, but he would NOT let anyone else do that to him. Bc what he thinks about tickling is thag it's a really loving and affectionate thing that one lover does to another behind closed doors. He would feel sp embarrassed if Mao tickled him infront of other ppl. Ichikawa even put in a tickle scene one time and he had to kindly decline it, so the class preisdent of the film club had to redo the scene.

THIS WAS SP FUN TO MAKE!!!

[ilentari]

Sneak peak to second chapter of Crave

Hisashi outright squealed with delight, spinning them in a circle and giving Yoichi a squeeze. “That was so cute!” he cooed. “You never refer to me like that! Adorable! Say it again!”

Yoichi sighed. At least Hisashi had dropped the dad thing. “Nii-chan.”

His face was promptly covered in little butterfly kisses. Usually, Yoichi would hate such a thing, and smack his brother away before wiping his face off in disgust. At the moment though, he just couldn’t care. The affection was nice. The adoring look in Hisashi’s eyes was nice. His brother’s overbearing love was nice. It was so nice to not have to worry about things for once. He could let Hisashi do the worrying.

“You’re the cutest little brother, I love you so much!” Hisashi was gushing. “I love yo—” His brother abruptly cut off, and there was a long pause. “…Yoichi, what did you do to my computer?”

Oh, right. That.

Yoichi raised his head from where it rested on Hisashi’s shoulder and smiled proudly. “I destroyed it.”

Hisashi huffed in irritation, snapping out a scolding, “Yoichi!”

Yoichi didn’t care. So what if Hisashi was upset? He could deal with that later, now was the time to relax. He let his head fall back down with a content sigh.

“That was important information!” his brother went on.

Yoichi shrugged minutely. “I don’t care. Now it’s mine.”

“What do you mean it’s yours?” Hisashi asked suspiciously.

Whoops! Yoichi hadn’t meant to let that slip, it had just kind of come out. Whatever, surely it wasn’t a big deal. “Nothing.”

Of course, his older brother was nothing if not intelligent. “You copied it before you destroyed the computer, didn’t you?” Hisashi guessed accurately.

“No,” Yoichi said unconvincingly, letting his eyes slip closed as he snuggled into the crook of Hisashi’s neck.

But his attempt to bask in his relaxation was foiled when fingers skittered over his side, and Yoichi squirmed in annoyance. “Where’s the information, little brother?” Hisashi prodded.

Yoichi didn’t answer, lazily trying to swat Hisashi’s hand away. Hisashi easily dodged his attempts and dug his fingers into Yoichi’s ribs, pulling a reluctant giggle from him. Unfortunately, being brothers meant Hisashi knew all of his ticklish areas, and Hisashi mercilessly exploited them as Yoichi began to laugh and writhe in his arms.

“This is an official interrogation!” Hisashi announced in a goofy voice, a smile stretched across his lips in the face of Yoichi’s bright laughter. “You’re under arrest for breaking and entering, and theft of private property. Hand over the information now and all charges will be dropped!”

Why was his brother talking to him like that? If Yoichi could stop laughing, he would ask. As it was, he could only giggle helplessly under Hisashi’s “attack”, trying to simultaneously cling to his brother and fend him off. Thankfully, Hisashi seemed to realize Yoichi couldn’t answer, and backed off long enough for Yoichi to choke out, “Pocket!” in between gasps as he tried to regain his breath.

[intheticklecloset]

Haikyuu!! Sentence Starters #11-20

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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11) Lee Suga, Ler Kageyama

“Stop,” Suga pleaded quietly, giggling. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Kageyama held him closer and continued rubbing his nose underneath Suga’s left ear. “I’m barely touching you.”

“But it tickles.”

“Hmm.” Kageyama smirked, sliding his hands under Suga’s shirt and wiggling gently against his sides. “I’ll show you what tickles.”

“Noooo…” The silver-haired setter whined, giggling even harder, trying to arch away from his teasy boyfriend. “Stohohohohohop, Tobio…”

“Why should I? You clearly like it~”

“Mhmhm…no I dohohon’t,” Suga protested, but it was weak at best and both of them knew it. Kageyama sought out the older setter’s navel with this forefinger, circling it gently once he found it. Suga arched away from him. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Relax,” Kageyama murmured, going back to nosing his ear as well. “I’ll be gentle.”

And he kept his promise, wiggling softly into the tiny space that always made Suga cackle like a hyena, and the night was filled with plenty of tickles and cuddles and kisses.

*

12) Lee Tsukishima, Ler Tanaka

“Little brat,” Tanaka muttered under his breath, turning away from Tsukishima with a grunt.

“What was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I stutter?” The second-year turned back to snap at him. “I said you’re a little brat.”

Tsukki was undeterred. “It’s not my fault you expect more of me than I can offer. One can only practice so much before they need to balance it with rest. Ask Daichi. I’m sure he understands.”

“Daichi’s not here right now, genius,” Tanaka grumbled. “And if you keep using that tone with me, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“You? Teach me a lesson?” Tsukki smirked, looking down his nose at Tanaka. “And how exactly would you do that?”

Tanaka paused. Tsukki definitely had height to his advantage, being the tallest member of the team. And whether he showed it off or not, he was also really strong and quick on his feet. His mind was even faster. So how could he assert his dominance?

Finally, he plunged forward and drilled his fingers into Tsukki’s ribs. “Like this!”

Tsukki shot his arms down protectively, shoving at the smaller boy, but much like Hinata, Tanaka was unbothered by the obvious advantages he had over him. He clung onto the first-year for dear life, digging harder and harder with every second until finally Tsukki was physically unable to hold back anymore.

“S-Stohop it,” he grunted, gripping Tanaka’s shoulders. “Get ohohoff.”

Tanaka smirked up at him. “Was that a giggle?”

“Plenty of people are t-tihihicklish. Why is it a surprihihise that I’m ohohone of them?”

“Andyou just admitted you’re ticklish? Dude!” Tanaka wormed one hand up to the blonde’s underarm. “This is my lucky day!”

Tsukki grunted, then spilled a few more giggles. “Get – get ohohohoff of me, you mohohoron – stohohohop it, I dohohohon’t – Tanaka!”

The second-year grinned wickedly. Oh, he was definitely going to exploit this weakness as much as humanly possible.

*

13) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Don’t! It’ll work this time!”

Kageyama glowered at Hinata. “You’ve said that the last five times you’ve tried it, moron.”

“I mean it this time!” The redhead held out his hands expectantly. “Give me another one.”

With a roll of his eyes, the setter tossed another ball to him as requested, then stood back and watched as the tiny middle blocker set up to serve, hit the ball…and just barely tipped it over the net. Hinata groaned.

“Told you.” Kageyama grabbed another one and walked up to him, thrusting it at the redhead. “Your serves suck. Like, really. They’re awful.”

“Why do you think I’m practicing them, Bakageyama?” Hinata snapped, snatching it from him and turning his back to set up again.

Kageyama grabbed him from behind and dug into his ribs, grinning when Hinata shrieked, dropped the ball, and started flailing helplessly as hysterical giggles poured out of his mouth.

“S-Stahahahahap! Kageyahahahahama!”

“You’ve got to get better. You can’t always rely on Yamaguchi to save your dumb butt because you can’t serve.”

“I knohohohohohohow! Stohohohohohohop!” Instead, Kageyama wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him tightly in place, then used his free hand to knead into Hinata’s bottom ribs. Hinata exploded with laughter, squirming and kicking. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“I’m just getting you pumped up to do better,” Kageyama teased, smirking. “What’s the problem?”

“IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!! KAGEYAHAHAHAMA, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Not until I’ve motivated you a little more.”

*

14) Lee Kageyama, Ler Tsukishima

“You? Saying please? And apologizing? Not the king himself~”

Tsukishima’s taunting words were like throwing gas on a flame, making Kageyama squeal even louder, despite how badly he wished he could keep his reactions inside. He squirmed on the floor of the gym, having been made completely helpless within seconds at the blonde’s precise touch along his sides and ribs. And now his cursed teammate had started scribbling over his belly, forcing him to plead whether he wanted to or not.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He cried, hating himself for how pathetic he sounded right now. And at the hands of Tsukishima, of all people. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY, ALL RIHIHIHIGHT?!”

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Tsukki demanded coolly, never letting up, showing no remorse.

Kageyama swore he’d kill him when this was over. “FOHOHOHOHOHOR BEHEHEHEING UNCOOPERATIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE!!”

Tsukki started vibrating into his belly. “And?”

“AND NOHOHOHOHOT LISTENING TO YOUR ADVIHIHIHIHIHICE!!” Kageyama screeched, arching his back, laughing so hard tears came to his eyes. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP, PLEASE, TSUKKIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Hmm. I suppose that’s good enough for now.” Tsukki finally relented, getting to his feet. “Just don’t do it again, and I won’t have to punish you again. Clear?”

I hate you, Kageyama thought but wisely didn’t say aloud. Instead he groaned. “Yeah, we’re clear.”

*

15) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

“Can’t take it, huh?” Asahi murmured, grinning into the back of his boyfriend’s neck as he gently pressed into his lower ribs.

Noya squirmed in his ticklish bear hug trap, digging his heels into the floor and clenching his teeth to hold his giggles in. “S-Stohohop, Asahi, I c-cahahan’t…”

“You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” The ace continued to tease, gripping him tighter and beginning to lay back on the floor, taking any and all purchase from his little libero. “My sweet, ticklish little Yuu.”

“Stohohohohohohop!” Noya squealed, losing his battle against his giggles more and more with every poke and prod to one of his worst spots. “Asahi! Plehehehehehease, nohohohohoho!”

“But you’re so cute,” Asahi whined, digging in a little harder and kissing his neck at the same time. “I can’t possibly resist~”

“Ahahahahahahasahi! Knohohohohohock it ohohohoff, y-you’re mahahahahaking it worse!”

“How am I making it worse? By teasing you? But I thought you liked teasing~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“All right, I’ll shut up…” Asahi chuckled, suddenly rolling over so he had Noya pinned to the floor on his stomach, straddling him from behind and skittering all over his back. The libero squealed and finally burst into a long string of bright, bubbly giggles. “…but only to better hear your beautiful laughter, my dear~”

*

16) Lee Noya, Ler Tanaka

“Dude, you’re super ticklish here?” Tanaka laughed, keeping Noya firmly pinned to the wall as he scribbled all over the libero’s lower back. “That’s freaking hilarious!”

Noya bit his lip on a squeal, but couldn’t hold back his giggles. “S-Stohohohohop, please, it t-tihihihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

“I can tell!” Tanaka snatched up both of his wrists and pinned them above his head, then slipped his free hand under Noya’s jersey and skittered along the bare skin.

Noya sputtered and squirmed. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes.” Tanaka smirked. “I wish the others were here to see this.”

“Shut uhuhuhuhup, you bihihihihihig idiot!”

“How dare you?!”

“Nonononono wahahahaha-AHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Noya screamed and exploded with laughter when Tanaka moved further up and started pinching along his back ribs. The libero squirmed helplessly against the wall, hysterics bubbling out of him faster than he had a hope of stopping them. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, OKAHAHAY?! TANAKAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Tanaka laughed. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOP TAHAHAHAHAHALKING!!”

“All right. I’ll just keep tickling, then.”

“NO THAT’S NOHOHOHOHOT WHAHAHAHAT I MEHEHEHEHEANT--!!”

*

17) Lee Kinoshita, Ler Noya

“Stop whining.” Noya nudged Kinoshita playfully. “It’s just measurements.”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m…” Kinoshita ducked his head. “I think I might be too ticklish for this, Noya.”

“Dude, if I can do it, you can do it.” Noya held up the measuring tape and grinned. “Come on.”

Kinoshita braced himself as he raised his arms outwards in a T-formation, trying to take slow, steady breaths as the libero wrapped the tape around his chest, jotted down the number, and returned to his waistline.

He giggled as the tape closed over his hips, making Noya smirk up at him. “Seriously, dude?”

“I told you,” Kinoshita shot back, instantly bringing his arms down as soon as he was able to. “I’m really ticklish.”

“No kidding. How sensitive are your hips?” The libero ditched the tape, grabbing onto Kinoshita’s waist with his hands and squeezing.

“AIEE!!” Kinoshita yelped, grabbing Noya’s shoulders and pushing desperately. “Nohohohoho, get awahahahahahay!”

“This is hilarious, Hisashi!”

“I’m g-glahahahahahad you thihihihihink so! Now stahahahahahap!”

Noya let up, grinning as he grabbed the tape measure from the floor. “Cute.”

*

18) Lee Iwa, Ler Oikawa

“Act your age for once, dang it!” Iwaizumi snapped, grabbing Oikawa’s wrists and shoving them away before they could make contact with his sides.

“Aww, but that’s no fun,” Oikawa pouted, making himself comfortable on Iwa’s lap on the couch.

Iwa was nervous. He was – for all intents and purposes – stuck here, and if Oikawa got it into his head to start playing around, there really wasn’t much he could do about it other than fight with his words. So fight he did.

“That’s such a childish thing to do. Knock it off.”

“Childish? Are you calling me a child, Iwa-chan?”

“You area child.”

Oikawa pouted again, but there was a twinkle in his eye. He reached for Iwa’s sides again, and when Iwa moved to stop him again, he snatched up both wrists and pinned them to the couch above his head, leaning in close to his face with a smirk. “You don’t really want me to knock it off, though, do you?”

Iwa’s face turned dark red. “Shut up.”

“Because you like being tickled, don’t you, Iwa-chan?”

“Shut up, Toru.”

“Poor, ticklish little Iwa.” Oikawa chuckled, reaching to grab a thigh, enjoying the sharp jerk he got in response, how he had to fight to keep his friend pinned in place, helpless to the laughter that was coming his way. “All dressed up and nowhere to go.”

“I-I’m in my PJs, genius,” Iwa spat before tossing his head back with a shriek of involuntary laughter.

Oikawa kept kneading his thigh. “Your Sesame Street PJs. Who’s childish now, hmm?”

“Toru, I s-swear to g-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

*

19) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“Where did all that confidence go?” Iwa asked, smirking.

Oikawa pressed his lips together. His heart was racing. Iwa took charge on the court sometimes, but almost never off of it, and certainly never like this. The setter had quickly gone from being his normal smooth, teasing, flirting self to this – pinned to the bed with his wrists in Iwa’s grip, the ace looming over him with a smile. And god, if it wasn’t making him flustered as all get out.

“I’m still confident,” he managed, swallowing. “Confident that I’m about to regret everything.”

Iwa chuckled. “You’re right about that. Let me ask you something, Toru.” He pinned both wrists together with one hand and used his other to gently squeeze the setter’s hip. “Are you still ticklish?”

Oikawa’s blush was all the answer he needed.

“W-Wait, wahahahahahait, Iwa,” he sputtered, a huge smile spreading across his face without permission. He squirmed helplessly. “D-Dohohohohohon’t do thahahahahat!”

“Why not? You deserve it, you know.” Iwa found the hollow of Oikawa’s hip with his thumb and pressed in deeply.

Oikawa jolted, trying to twist his body away from the ticklish touch. “Nohohohohoho! N-Not thehehehehehehere!”

“Not where? Not here?” Iwa pressed in again, enjoying how his boyfriend squealed and arched his back at the touch, helpless to the flood of giggles leaving his mouth. “But you’re just so sensitive here. How can I not play with you just a tiny little bit?”

Oikawa groaned, face and ears bright red. “I hahahahahahate you.”

Iwa chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”

*

20) Lee Tsukishima, Ler Kuroo

“It’ll give you motivation!”

“It absolutely will not.” Tsukishima glared at Kuroo. “Don’t touch me.”

Kuroo gave him a lazy smirk. “I’m perfectly capable of taking you down if I have to, you know.”

Tsukki paused. There weren’t many people he was nervous around, but he had to admit, Kuroo was one of them. Especially when he was being threatened like this. “Just don’t. It will only make me angry.”

“How can you be angry if you’re laughing?” Kuroo teased, and lunged for him.

Tsukki fought the entire way to the gym floor, causing Kuroo more problems than he’d originally anticipated, but eventually the upperclassman won the battle and rolled the blonde over onto his front, straddling him and pinning him in place.

“There now, was that so hard?”

“Screw you!” Tsukki snapped. “Get off!”

“I’ll get off once you lighten up a little.” Kuroo scribbled his fingers along the blonde’s sides, ribs, and back, searching for giggles that Tsukki successfully held back. “Oh, come on, this is no fun. Laugh a little, Tsukki!”

“I w-will not l-laugh,” Tsukki growled, but his resolve was quickly broken when Kuroo reached up into his underarms. He shot his arms down protectively, but it was too late. The Nekoma captain had found purchase and was now digging, and any resistance the blonde had left crumbled when his body betrayed him and he started giggling quietly into the floor. “Nohohohoho!”

“There you go,” Kuroo teased, pressing harder. “Just let it out, glasses. You’ll feel better, trust me.”

“Nohohohohohoho, I h-hahahahate—” Tsukki bit his lip hard to hold back a squeal. Kuroo had started drawing tiny, precise circles right in the crease where his underarm met his shoulder, and it wa driving him up the wall. His giggles quickly gave way to soft laughter. “Nohohohohohoho, dohohohon’t do thahahahahahat! P-Plehehehehehease, Kuroo…!”

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, KIDS. LIKES ESPECIALLY REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. ALL WORKS © angrymongol01 - 2021.

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How to relax?

Can you please write a Mihashi and Abe tickle fight? Here you go my lovely! I tried but i don’t think i got their characters just right. I hope this is good enough for now, loved the prompt and it really made me excited since I haven’t gotten idea or headcanons or anything. :( Thank you!!!!

Practice had been rough on everyone lately, Mihashi had finally started to feel more comfortable shaking his head at pitches, and Abe was getting better at accepting that. That didn’t mean the transition went smoothly though. No matter how many times Abe, Tajima, Coach Momoe, and ven Hanai encouraged and reinforced the pitcher that it was okay, there was still a stiff hesitation before each shake.

Even though Abe had been banned from practicing he still showed up for all afternoon meetings, he had been yelled at by Momoe for trying to show up for the morning ones as well. “You need your rest so you can heal!” And so the afternoon was his only connection to practice for those two weeks.

Even without Abe’s catching the team seemed to be coming along nicely for the tournament. All of their goals were taken seriously and their determination to reach them kept them doing their best.

Abe watched Mihashi pitch from his spot off the field. He was proud of how much progress they had all been able to make. In his review of that progress he spaced out, remembering each game up until their last, thoughts wondering what their upcoming ones would be like. He only came back down from his daydreams when Mihashi called out to him, he was jogging towards him from the field while the rest of the team began to head to the changing rooms. He must of missed Hanai’s call to end practice.

“A-Abe-kun. It’s getting late… do y-you have everything… packed up?” the pitcher asked, a dumb grin spread across his face as he stopped in front of the other boy, hands fidgeting with anything within their reach unconsciously. The habit irked the younger but he managed to keep calm. ‘Don’t scare him.’ He reminded himself. ‘No yelling.’

“Yeah.” he managed. Hisashi smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels refusing to make eye contact. They stayed like this for over fifteen seconds. ‘Doesn’t he need to change still? Idiot, he’s going to catch a cold out here like this!’ Abe felt himself becoming annoyed, not an uncommon occurrence.

“Aren’t you going to go get changed?” he asked with a strained smile moving across the expanse of his face. Mihashi was quick to nod and run off into the direction of the changing rooms. Abe sighed, ‘He was probably waiting to be dismissed or something.’.

He stood up without his crutches and walked over to where he set his bag. It wasn’t a far distance so he knew his doctors would allow it. He really only used his crutches to walk to his the school and back, and then to travel around the school when needed. Even though the doctors had given him the okay the team wouldn’t let him walk home by himself. His eye twitched at the thought. He really did appreciate their care, but he hated being babied like this! They were so over the top sometimes. Mihashi had been the one to walk home with him most often, no one else had really tried to take the role from him either. They had even fallen into a sort of routine. He’d gather all of his things while the others went to change, then they would split into their groups and slowly split off from each other when needed. They would say their goodbyes, but Mihashi stayed with him till he reached his front door, then would go back in the direction of his own home.

It was only a few minutes before Mihashi returned ready to head home after a long day at practice, but something was wrong. His bags dropped to the floor and his mouth was flopping open and closed again. He didn’t think he had done anything that would earn this reaction, but the pitcher ran towards him trying to stutter out a sentence to the best of his ability. Abe nearly fell, unbalanced in his confusion.

“Crutch...Walk...S-sit!” was all he could manage, but after a few seconds of translating abe came to a conclusion, ‘I guess I never did mention that I could walk short distances to the teammates that weren’t in his classes…’

“It’s okay, the doctor said I’m allowed to walk short distances as long as it doesn’t hurt.”

Anyone could see the tension seeping out of Mihashis posture as he sunk to the ground in relief. The second half of the battery following not long after.

Abe wasn’t sure what to do. Mihashi wasn’t moving except for the steady, albeit fast, rise and fall of his chest. What was the best method of helping him relax? He replayed all of the methods he had seen so far. Batter on third was out of the option, they weren’t in a game, and holding his hand was also out since his own hand was cold with worry. After a few more seconds of thought he remembered their newest ‘Instant relaxation’ method, he thought they called it. He would have to give it a try, otherwise they might be here all night.

Without second guessing himself the catcher's hands found their way onto his pitchers ribs and squeezed once. The reaction was immediate.

With a squeak and jolt Mihashi went up, then straight back down as the second attack came. Takaya was shocked himself that someone could have that response to just a few well placed tickles.

    The giggles started, and before either boys knew it Mihashi was squirming on the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the tingling feeling traveling through his body. As an older brother, Abe had had practice at reducing annoying boys into helpless mush, he knew the best tactics to keep his prey guessing. He switched from ribs to belly, belly to neck, then neck to knees. Begging was soon to start up, “Nahah, Ihih! Noho mohohohoree Ahabe-Kuhun!”

Soon enough the other half of the battery was forced to defend himself. Meek Mihashi didn’t want to be too exhausted when he got home from a hard days of practice, even if he claimed he could pitch more! Against his better judgement his hand soon reached Abe’s ribs and dug in. The unexpecting boy fell to the side in his shock, hands retreating from his prey in the act to get rid of the treacherous hand the shifted to his side. He debated running but knew if he were to try to stand he would probably fall back down from his knee. “Mi-Mihahashihi!”

Abe didn’t know exactly what he was trying to say, but even if he did, it came out almost as incoherently as Mihashi when he was scared. He blabbered on and on while his hands held a death grip on Mihashi’s wrist and his head was shaking back and forth. He hadn’t been on the receiving end in a longer time then he could remember, he had even forgotten what it felt like! Being honest with himself he knew he wouldn't be able to last long, the tingles running across his body felt too strange and out of place for him to be able to handle.

He would never know how the others did this regularly, some even asking for it, dang Mizutani. He had only been tickled for a few seconds and he was already weak, thankfully it wasn’t long before Mihashi slowed his fingers, Abe was just glad that the tingling feeling was fading away. He was confused when the pitcher scuttled back and began to fiddle with the straps to his bag. His confusion didn’t last long though when he heard voices from behind him.

“Amazing!”

“Abe’s ticklish? Mahh, why didn’t we know?”

“His laugh… I don’t know whether to be happy or scared…”

The catcher threw his arm over his face in embarrassment and irritation. His laugh wasn’t that scary… And what were they doing just hovering there all creepy-like to begin with! He knew the team was never going to live this down, once he was fully recovered he would probably have to watch out. He had never been so glad to be going home, he couldn’t even look a single one of his teammates in the eye when they said goodbye, not without a few jabs at his expense before leaving though. ‘Just you wait,’ he thought, unaware of the scary grin spreading across his face. He’d give them a reason to be too scared to ever attempt to tickle him again.

The tension stayed between the battery as they walked, now alone, with heavy blushes upon their cheeks. It took Abe longer to get to his house then he was used to, ‘Dang crutches.’, but before leaving he knuckled his pitchers head as best as he could before heading towards his door. They shared quiet goodnights before Abe’s front door shut and Mihashi began his walk to his own house.

When the youngest Abe decided it would be a good idea to poke fun at his brothers flushed face… well it wasn’t long before Takaya found another target for the night.

[ticklygiggles]

CUTECUTECUTECUTENFIEKFKENFKDKDKDKFNNFF IM BLESSED AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Day 15: Faking it

Mao x Hisashi | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 600

"You sure you want to keep watching?"

Mao looked at Hisashi who just asked that question and he chuckled. "Yes, of course."

He could sense his boyfriend was a little uneasy, sitting here together with Mao and watching several recordings of his rehearsals. Mao was interested in seeing them of course, but Hisashi was also eager to hear his feedback. However as the recording progressed, Mao thought that Hisashi might regret his decision to watch this together since he started to appear more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"That part was cringe," Hisashi quickly said at some point. "Forget about it."

"No, it wasn't. You just need to study your lines some more," Mao said in all honesty.

"Heh. I love your honesty," Hisashi said. Mao then blinked in surprise when the next scene that was shown was Hisashi with his co-star... tickling him?

"Haha! No! Don't tickle me, hehe!" Hisashi's character laughed. Mao blinked. Well, it was acted very well since he didn't recognize Hisashi's usual tickle laugh in this. But... He side-eyed Hisashi who firmly stared at the screen.

"Hisashi~?" Mao asked. Hisashi looked back.

"What? My acting wasn't convincing?" he immediately asked. Mao glanced at the screen again and hesitated. He then paused the video.

"Just now... "

Mao wasn't sure how to continue, but Hisashi already sighed and smiled charmingly.

"The tickle scene? Yup. I think you caught me," he said.

"It didn't sound like you at all. I'm surprised, and impressed," Mao said, and he reached out to poke Hisashi's side. Hisashi jumped immediately and caught Mao's hand.

"Are you now? Well, I guess it wasn't hard for me to act. It didn't tickle at all."

Mao stared at the screen again where they paused right when the aftermath of Hisashi's fake laugh could be seen.

"Huh?" He knew Hisashi was very ticklish. How could he say it didn't tickle? Did his co-star fake the tickle attack? It looked so real though.

Hisashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I... I only feel ticklish when you do it to me, Mao," he finally confessed. Mao's eyes widened.

"....Huh?!"

Hisashi smiled. "Silly, huh? That there..." Hisashi pointed to the screen. "Doesn't tickle me at all. Only this..." His hand that was still holding Mao's hand to prevent him from tickling him now slowly guided him until Mao's hand was pressed against his stomach.

Mao curiously curled his fingers, tickling Hisashi lightly, and he could feel, hear and see him react.

"I-it tickles," Hisashi whispered. Oh god. Oh boy. Mao thought he would die here. Hisashi only felt ticklish when he tickled him? And there on the video recording it was Hisashi faking his ticklish reaction?

"Hisashi!!!!" Mao suddenly tackled him, hugging him and tickling him like an overly excited puppy.

"Mahahao! Cahahalm down- ahahaha!" How could Mao calm down with his boyfriend being so... so cute! So irresistible! So unique!

"I love you Hisashi!" Mao confessed without stopping the tickle attack.

"Ahahalright alright! Ahahaha hang ohohon, Mahahao!"

His reactions were genuine. Hisashi really was feeling ticklish right now. Mao couldn't believe that he was the only one who could make him like this... With other people, Hisashi was faking it. But with Mao, he was ticklish for real.

"Thahat's enough ahaha, Mahahao! L-let's- nooohoho!" Mao wouldn't let Hisashi talk and only tickled more. Hisashi being ticklish for just him was a gift he wasn't going to waste for any second of their precious lives together.

"I love you, Hisashi!'

"You ahahalready sahahaid that- wahaha!"

No, Mao wasn't stopping. Hisashi was that adorable!!!

[otomiyaa]

Masterpost 2.0

Fics written 'post-retirement' cuz I'm a clown

* = explicit | red = Only AO3

Note: Reblogs of fics and various reuploads from my old blog are not included.

However these can be found in the #otomiya!writes tag.

❥ Update: 31.10.2024

The Apothecary Diaries

Jinshi's Surprise | Switches!Maomao x Jinshi

Boku no Hero Academia

All I Want For Christmas: D&D | Lees!KiriBaku x Ler!Deku

Deadpool

No Spoilers! | Lee!Reader x Lers!Deadpool & Wolverine

Dungeon Meshi

Tickle Fight | Lee!Kabru x Ler!Laios

Ticklish For You | Switches!Marcille x Falin

Free!

Sweet Revenge (collab, reupload) | Lees!Reigisa & Lers!Sourin

Gakuen Babysitters

Second Declaration of Love (collab, reupload) | Switches!Hayaryuu

Genshin Impact:

From 🐺 To 🐶 | Switches!Wrioney

Lyney's Trick | Lee!Gaming & Ler!Lyney

Quality Time | Switches!Wrioney

Terms & Conditions | Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham

TGI Tournament | Various Lees & Lers

Traveler's Training | Lee!Sethos & Ler!Aether

Given

Last Christmas: A Festive Breakfast | Lee!Uenoyama x Ler!Mafuyu

Haikyuu

Better Setter! (Reupload) | Lees!Kenma, Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo

Jingle Bell Rock: Secret Snack | Lee!Tsukki x Ler!Yama

Snowed In (Reupload) | Lee!Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma

Honkai Star Rail

The Foreigner | Lee!Sampo & Lers!JingRen

The Kiss | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Sharing is Caring | Lee!Caelus x Ler!Dan Heng

Small Spoon | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Kaiju No. 8

Kaiju Experiment | Lee!Kafka & Ler!Reno

Love and Deepspace

A Date Worth Remembering (collab) | Switches!Zayne x Reader

Ebb and Flow | Lee!Rafayel x MC

Exclusive Tutorial | Lee!Zayne x MC

Midnight Moment | Lee!Xavier x MC

Nu: Carnival

Wreck The Sun Lord Party | Lee!Dante x Ler!Eiden

Obey Me

Not a Competition | Lee!Reader & Lers!Lucifer, Satan

Super Mario Bros

Luigi Wins (By Doing Absolutely Nothing) | Lee!Luigi x Ler!Bowser

Tasogare Outfocus

On Camera | Switches!Mao x Hisashi

Popsicle* | Lee!Giichi x Ler!Jin

We're Dating | Lee!Shion x Ler!Rei

Twisters (2024)

Surprises | Lee!Kate x Ler!Tyler

Wind Breaker

Nirei's Discovery | Lee!Sakura & Multiple Lers

Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii

Love is Hard for a Broke Otaku | Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka

Yuri On Ice

New Year's Resolutions (collab) | Switches!Victuuri

Remissio (collab, reupload) | Switches!Victuuri

Tickle headcanons can be found here:

Link to my MDZS/TGCF tickle masterpost:

Tickletober 2023:

X Reader Tickle Drabbles:

Tickletober 2024:

[intheticklecloset]

“Stop whining” Noya with lee!Kinoshita would be cuuuute<3

“Stop whining.” Noya nudged Kinoshita playfully. “It’s just measurements.”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m…” Kinoshita ducked his head. “I think I might be too ticklish for this, Noya.”

“Dude, if I can do it, you can do it.” Noya held up the measuring tape and grinned. “Come on.”

Kinoshita braced himself as he raised his arms outwards in a T-formation, trying to take slow, steady breaths as the libero wrapped the tape around his chest, jotted down the number, and returned to his waistline.

He giggled as the tape closed over his hips, making Noya smirk up at him. “Seriously, dude?”

“I told you,” Kinoshita shot back, instantly bringing his arms down as soon as he was able to. “I’m really ticklish.”

“No kidding. How sensitive are your hips?” The libero ditched the tape, grabbing onto Kinoshita’s waist with his hands and squeezing.

“AIEE!!” Kinoshita yelped, grabbing Noya’s shoulders and pushing desperately. “Nohohohoho, get awahahahahahay!”

“This is hilarious, Hisashi!”

“I’m g-glahahahahahad you thihihihihink so! Now stahahahahahap!”

Noya let up, grinning as he grabbed the tape measure from the floor. “Cute.”

[secretblog1212]

How to relax? (Repost)

Can you please write a Mihashi and Abe tickle fight? Here you go my lovely! I tried but i don’t think i got their characters just right. I hope this is good enough for now, loved the prompt and it really made me excited since I haven’t gotten idea or headcanons or anything. :( Thank you!!!!

Practice had been rough on everyone lately, Mihashi had finally started to feel more comfortable shaking his head at pitches, and Abe was getting better at accepting that. That didn’t mean the transition went smoothly though. No matter how many times Abe, Tajima, Coach Momoe, and ven Hanai encouraged and reinforced the pitcher that it was okay, there was still a stiff hesitation before each shake.

Even though Abe had been banned from practicing he still showed up for all afternoon meetings, he had been yelled at by Momoe for trying to show up for the morning ones as well. “You need your rest so you can heal!” And so the afternoon was his only connection to practice for those two weeks.

Even without Abe’s catching the team seemed to be coming along nicely for the tournament. All of their goals were taken seriously and their determination to reach them kept them doing their best.

Abe watched Mihashi pitch from his spot off the field. He was proud of how much progress they had all been able to make. In his review of that progress he spaced out, remembering each game up until their last, thoughts wondering what their upcoming ones would be like. He only came back down from his daydreams when Mihashi called out to him, he was jogging towards him from the field while the rest of the team began to head to the changing rooms. He must of missed Hanai’s call to end practice.

“A-Abe-kun. It’s getting late… do y-you have everything… packed up?” the pitcher asked, a dumb grin spread across his face as he stopped in front of the other boy, hands fidgeting with anything within their reach unconsciously. The habit irked the younger but he managed to keep calm. ‘Don’t scare him.’ He reminded himself. ‘No yelling.’

“Yeah.” he managed. Hisashi smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels refusing to make eye contact. They stayed like this for over fifteen seconds. ‘Doesn’t he need to change still? Idiot, he’s going to catch a cold out here like this!’ Abe felt himself becoming annoyed, not an uncommon occurrence.

“Aren’t you going to go get changed?” he asked with a strained smile moving across the expanse of his face. Mihashi was quick to nod and run off into the direction of the changing rooms. Abe sighed, ‘He was probably waiting to be dismissed or something.’.

He stood up without his crutches and walked over to where he set his bag. It wasn’t a far distance so he knew his doctors would allow it. He really only used his crutches to walk to his the school and back, and then to travel around the school when needed. Even though the doctors had given him the okay the team wouldn’t let him walk home by himself. His eye twitched at the thought. He really did appreciate their care, but he hated being babied like this! They were so over the top sometimes. Mihashi had been the one to walk home with him most often, no one else had really tried to take the role from him either. They had even fallen into a sort of routine. He’d gather all of his things while the others went to change, then they would split into their groups and slowly split off from each other when needed. They would say their goodbyes, but Mihashi stayed with him till he reached his front door, then would go back in the direction of his own home.

It was only a few minutes before Mihashi returned ready to head ho0me after a long day at practice, but something was wrong. His bags dropped to the floor and his mouth was flopping open and closed again. He didn’t think he had done anything that would make Mihashi reaction, but the pitcher ran towards him trying to stutter out a sentence to the best of his ability. Abe fell to the nearly became unbalanced in his confusion.

“Crutch...Walk...S-sit!” was all he could manage, but after a few seconds of translating abe came to a conclusion, ‘I guess I never did mention that I could walk short distances to the teammates that weren’t in his classes…’

���It’s okay, the doctor said I’m allowed to walk short distances as long as it doesn’t hurt.”

Anyone could see the tension seeping out of Mihashis posture as he cunk to the ground in relief. The second half of the battery following not long after.

Abe wasn’t sure what to do. Mihashi wasn’t moving except for the steady, albeit fast, rise and fall of his chest. What was the best method of helping him relax? He replayed all of the methods he had seen so far. Batter on third was out of the option, they weren’t in a game, and holding his hand was also out since his own hand was cold with worry. After a few more seconds of thought he remembered their newest ‘Instant relaxation’ method, he thought they called it. He would have to give it a try, otherwise they might be here all night.

Without second guessing himself the catcher's hands found their way onto his pitchers ribs and squeezed once. The reaction was immediate.

With a squeak and jolt Mihashi went up, then straight back down as the second attack came. Takaya was shocked himself that someone could have that response to just a few well placed tickles.

   The giggles started, and before either boys knew it Mihashi was squirming on the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the tingling feeling traveling through his body. As an older brother, Abe had had practice at reducing annoying boys into helpless mush, he knew the best tactics to keep his prey guessing. He switched from ribs to belly, belly to neck, then neck to knees. Begging was soon to start up, “Nahah, Ihih! Noho mohohohoree Ahabe-Kuhun!”

Soon enough the other half of the battery was forced to defend himself. Meek Mihashi didn’t want to be too exhausted when he got home from a hard days of practice, even if he claimed he could pitch more! Against his better judgement his hand soon reached Abe’s ribs and dug in.the unexpecting boy fell to the side in his shock, hands retreating from his prey in the act to get rid of the treacherous hand the shifted to his side. He debated running but knew if he were to try to stand he would probably fall back down from his knee. “Mi-Mihahashihi!”

Abe didn’t know exactly what he was trying to say, but even if he did, it came out almost as incoherently as Mihashi when he was scared. He blabbered on and on while his hands held a death grip on Mihashi’s wrist and his head was shaking back and forth. He hadn’t been on the receiving end in a longer time then he could remember, he had even forgotten what it felt like! Being honest with himself he knew he wouldn't be able to last long, the tingles running across his body felt to strange and out of place for him to be able to handle.

He would never know how the others did this regularly, some even asking for it, dang Mizutani. He had only been tickled for a few seconds and he was already weak, thankfully it wasn’t long before Mihashi slowed his fingers, Abe was just that the tingling feeling was fading away. He was confused when the pitcher scuttled back and began to fiddle with the straps to his bag. His confusion didn’t last long though wehn he heard voices from behind him.

“Amazing!”

“Abe’s ticklish? Mahh, why didn’t we know?”

“His laugh… I don’t know whether to be happy or scared…”

The catcher threw his arm over his face in embarrassment and irritation. His laugh wasn’t that scary… And what were they doing just hovering there all creepy-like to begin with! He knew the team was never going to live this down, once he was fully recovered he would probably have to watch out. He had never been so glad to be going home, he couldn’t even look a single one of his teammates in the eye when they said goodbye, not without a few jabs at his expense before leaving though. ‘Just you wait,’ he thought, unaware of the scary grin spreading across his face. He’d give them a reason to be too scared to ever attempt to tickle him again.

The tension stayed between the battery as they walked, now alone, with heavy blushes upon their cheeks. It took Abe longer to get to his house then he was used to, ‘Dang crutches.’, but before leaving he knuckled his pitchers head as best as he could before heading towards his door. They shared quiet goodnights before Abe’s front door shut and Mihashi began his walk to his own house.

When the youngest Abe decided it would be a good idea to poke fun at his brothers flushed face… well it wasn’t long before Takaya found another target for the night.

[otomiyaa]

On Camera

Hisashi x Mao

A/N: I saw Tasogare Outfocus episode 1 - 5 last night, and poof, this fic was suddenly in my head. I'm an anime-only for now but definitely want to check out the manga too^^ thank you @ticklygiggles for your support!

Summary: Mao finds himself tickled to death again, again and again by his ruthless boyfriend Hisashi. He wonders if there is any chance to turn the tables... (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Tickling, bondage, no smut.

Word Count: 2.6K

Ah, the lights were on but they looked blurry. His chest felt like it was burning, as did everywhere he was being touched. And no, it wasn't even that kind of touch. But he surely was dying.

"HISA-ahhh! S-staha-nohoho w-wait!"

Mao could barely comprehend what he was saying, or trying to say. He could feel Hisashi's mouth on his neck, making the little hairs stand as he tickled him with his lips, his tongue, his breath.

"Does it tickle?"

All that, and Hisashi still had the nerve to ask him the obvious. Mao nodded tiredly. He felt dizzy and lightheaded from laughing so much. He could barely register the sound of his own voice as he felt his entire body react to the ticklish onslaught.

Already for a while now, he lay trapped in Hisashi's arms. His sides and ribs were suffering an endless ticklish terror, which would switch to other spots such as his stomach, hips, armpits and neck, only to return to those sweet spots between his lower ribs again. On repeat.

Hisashi was an absolute monster, and still, a monster he loved.

"AHH-I c-cahahan't! Hisahahashi!" Mao begged. He blinked his eyes and felt how tears were streaming down his cheeks. Even the funniest movie wouldn't be able to make him laugh like this. It was a feeling out of this world.

"Of course you can. Laugh some more for me, Mao," Hisashi whispered in his ear while his fingers remained buried under Mao's shirt, tickling him to death in multiple places.

Ah, those words of encouragement only made Mao feel even more flustered.

"Plehehease, h-have mehehercy!" he giggled tiredly. His stomach did start to hurt a bit from laughing so much at this point.

When he finally felt the tickle attack slowing down, he managed to turn himself in Hisashi's embrace, and he faced him.

"Are you done?" he asked breathlessly. Hisashi wore the most beautiful smile.

"I think so," he chuckled.

"Geez, you always do this," Mao said, leaning his head against Hisashi's shoulder to rest some more. He really was out of breath this time.

"It's because you're so ticklish," Hisashi muttered, his fingers creeping back under Mao's shirt. For a moment he tensed up when he anticipated more tickles, but the next minute they were kissing passionately, surprising Mao that he still had some air left to kiss his evil lover long and deep.

He loved Hisashi, he would even say he loved his tickle attacks. But... wasn't it getting a little unfair at this point? Sure they'd had the conversation a few times before.

"You're so ticklish Mao," Hisashi would say after wrecking him completely. And whenever Mao would try to tickle him back, he could barely get a similar reaction out of him.

"Were you trying something~?" Something like that would be Hisashi's response whenever Mao tried to tickle him. And 9 out of 10 times it would result in Mao's very own demise. By now, he knew to be careful.

Still, after getting tickled to tears just now, again, he really started to wonder if there was no way for him to make Hisashi laugh like this. Something more than a giggle would already be appreciated.

Mao would often think that, but this time it wasn't like other times: getting tickled to death by Hisashi, fantasize about getting his revenge, then forgetting about it. Repeat.

No, this time the thought stayed, and started to grow. What if...He would find a way to carefully discover if Hisashi really could laugh for him too. Whether he had any ticklish spots. And also whether it would be possible to, just a little, make him... beg?

Mao blushed and felt like trash for thinking it. But the image of Hisashi squirming under his touch, giggling, moaning and laughing while begging him to stop tickling him... It was a certain thought that had Mao end up in the bathroom by himself the next day.

Pfff. Even that little round of solo pleasure wouldn't let him get over it, so he decided to think of his plan. And the moment he replaced the 'don't be ridiculous'-thought with the 'but how can I make this happen'-planning process, his creativity as a filmmaker started.

Speaking of film...

"Mao? Is something wrong? You've been spacing out the past few days. I can tell something's on your mind."

Yes, it indeed took at least a few days to come up with the plan. And this little interrogation about his feelings was all part of it.

"....No, nothing," Mao lied. He wanted Hisashi to pry a little, at least. Hisashi stood closer to him and cupped his face.

"Tell me what's wrong. Your face is all red too," Hisashi said, rubbing Mao's cheek with his thumb. Mao closed his eyes when he leaned in for a kiss. Ah, he loved Hisashi so much...

"It's embarrassing," he mumbled after the kiss. Hisashi looked at him with those beautiful eyes.

"What is?"

"There is something I would like to try," Mao finally admitted. Ah, even when it was all part of his act, it was still embarrassing. What if Hisashi would be grossed out? They had made jokes about it before. Well, particularly Hisashi was the one to joke about it.

"What do you want to... oh?" Hisashi noticed the camera that stood in a different position.

"When did you put that here?" Hisashi walked towards the camera and studied the angle, right beside their bed. He then pointed at it.

"Erotica? Do you want to...?" he asked with a curious but excited look in his eyes.

"I wanted to try something o-on you," Mao mumbled shyly, and he revealed the other part of his plan, taking them from under the bed. Restraints.

Hisashi's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow. Really? I am flattered," he said with a smile. But then when he realized Mao was serious, he blushed and nodded.

"I mean, of course! I told you before, if there's anything you would like to try, do tell! So, do I go first?" he asked, and Mao's stomach already made a backflip at the word 'first', since he knew Hisashi would eventually want to try the same thing on him.

"Do I undress?" Hisashi asked when Mao didn't answer, and he walked towards the bed and started to unbutton his pants.

"N-no no, wait... Just your shirt, please," he suggested shyly. Hisashi looked surprised again, and then smug.

"Ah, I see. Of course!" He didn't bother to button his pants up again, but he did take off his shirt and sat down on their bed. He reached up with his arms, placing them wide first, and then together.

"Like this? Or this?" He was so cooperative! Probably because Mao was being so shy about this, which were his true genuine feelings. But also part of the plan... He had an inkling it would get Hisashi to cooperate sooner, but he hadn't thought it would actually be this easy.

"L-like this," Mao said, sitting down beside him and grabbing his arms, helping them spread wide above his head again.

"Only my arms~?"

"No, the legs too."

He tied each arm and leg to the bed, admiring how handsome and sexy Hisashi looked like this. So irresistible that he couldn't help himself and kissed his lips.

"Hmmh," Hisashi made a cute sound. "Mao. You're forgetting something."

Ah. Hisashi even reminded him that the camera was still off. Mao couldn't believe Hisashi seemed this determined to make, what was probably in his mind, some steamy porn of their own. However, Mao had different plans. On shaking legs, he got up from the bed and turned the camera on.

If Hisashi would happen to be ticklish, not only could Mao finally have his deserved revenge on him for all those times he was tickled to death. He would actually have it on camera too...

"Ready? I'll m-make you feel good," Mao said, staring down at Hisashi with a blush on his face. He straddled him and put both his hands on Hisashi's chest.

"I'm all yours," Hisashi said with a seductive smile. And he meant it. Mao could see the determination in his eyes. He started off by still making Hisashi think he was just going to fondle and touch him in the erotic kind of way, by rubbing his hands against his chest, admiring the beauty of his body.

"That feels like a great massage." Hisashi hummed and closed his eyes. Mao felt nervous when he replaced his handpalms for his fingers, dragging them softly up and down Hisashi's sides.

"I hope it feels good," he replied. He watched Hisashi's reactions closely. Maybe he wasn't ticklish after all, since the way he was being touched now was the kind of tickle that would already make Mao sound like a squeaky toy.

"A-ah..." Hisashi made a tiny sound when Mao reached his lower sides, where he made little circles with his fingers, adding a little more pressure. He noticed a little twitch. A twitch!

"T-taking it slow, aren't you?" Hisashi asked, opening one eye, still with that same smile. Mao nodded.

"We shouldn't rush it, right?" he said, and without warning he curled his fingers and tickled Hisashi very intentionally. It worked. Hisashi jerked all of a sudden and let out a surprised: "OHh!"

Mao's eyes widened. "Sorry, what did I do?" he asked. Of course he knew very well. He wanted to hear him say it.

"Nothing! Nothing, you just surprised me that's ahahall, h-hey, M-Mao? W-what nohohow?" Hisashi broke down in soft restrained giggles when Mao repeated the same touch again and again.

Yes, yes yes! "Does it tickle, Hisashi?" he asked. He could see the realization on his boyfriend's face.

"Mao y-you cahahan't be s-serious!" The more Mao tickled him - the soft kind, the more Hisashi giggled. Mao tried to squeeze, pinch or claw, but found they were not as effective as the soft brushing with his fingertips against Hisashi's smooth sensitive skin. His boyfriend arched his back and whined.

"Does it tickle?" Mao asked again, and when he found the perfect opening and tickled Hisashi's arched lower back, he was pleased to hear the little surprised squeak coming from him as he fell back. So sexy!

"It doesn't! You lihihittle- wahhah!" Hisashi really did seem to realize this had been Mao's intention all along.

With his hands stuck between Hisashi and the bed, Mao continued to lightly scribble at his lower back. Hisashi's mouth opened slightly as more of those beautiful giggles filled the room. Mao wanted more than that. He needed more.

"Ah, so it doesn't tickle. I see," Mao said, showing off his look of disappointment before suddenly moving his hands back up and wiggling all ten fingers against Hisashi's ribs.

"HEY! Hohohold on- ahhahah no!" Hisashi cried out. Mao's eyes widened in disbelief. This worked, it really did! Entranced, he let his fingers climb up further. Those exposed and vulnerable armpits, they had to be ticklish They had to....

"Mahahahao no not there- don't you dare- don't you dahahare!" He sensed that the longer Hisashi was subjected to this, the more nervous and ticklish he seemed. His smug appearance crumbled and that bright smile had only become more beautiful.

"Why not? It won't tickle you, would it?" Mao said, cringing from his own cold boyfriend act, but he couldn't help himself! He was finally winning!

"I s-swehehear I'll gehehet you- NOHohh!" Hisashi laughed like Mao had never heard him laugh before. It was more like a cute howling sound. Tickling his armpits with wiggling fingers, brushing, digging, scratching very lightly, Mao noticed that he had found a goldmine.

Hisashi shook his head, his beautiful blond hair moving from side to side and his arms and legs were kicking and fighting against their restraints.

"Does it... tickle?" Mao asked, finding himself return to that question again, not only because it was the exact way Hisashi would tease him, but also because it was kind of his indicator whether he was going too far or not. He figured, if Hisashi would want him to stop, he'd surrender and admit the obvious: how much it tickled.

Or wouldn't he?

"Nohoho! Gahaha- Mahahao!" That still wasn't anything close to surrendering, but the moment Mao hit that sweet spot under his arms, Hisashi's hips bucked so much that Mao fell right off him.

Not that it would stop him. He sat on the side and leaned over him, still aiming for both those ticklish armpits. Meanwhile he glanced at the camera, making sure he wasn't blocking the view of Hisashi's beautiful laughing face.

"Heeheee- nahahah do nohohot!" Hisashi laughed when Mao's dancing fingers finally decided to try some other spots, even though it was just tempting to tickle his armpits until Hisashi would give in.

He lowered his hands to his hips and squeezed, enjoying the way Hisashi bucked in response. With his pants unbuttoned, chest bare and that huge smile on his face, he had never looked so sexy before.

"Eyaahahaha! Not thahahat!" Mao grinned. He finally broke him. It didn't matter anymore whether it was the soft or rough kind of tickle. Hisashi seemed sensitive to all of them now. He was laughing hysterically, there was still restraint on his arms, but no more on his voice. He had no energy left to hold back, or keep in control.

If Mao wasn't mistaken, it could be any second now. Just a liiittle more...

"AAHH! Hahaha not thehehere- ohohoh eeeek!" Hisashi sounded hilarious when Mao - after a tickly trail down his boyfriend's sensitive thighs and knees - started to tickle his bare feet.

Mao was impressed for how long Hisashi had taken the playful tickle torture before finally giving in.

"Ahahalright it t-tickles! It tihihickles Mahahao! You wihihin nohohow!"

Smiling proudly, Mao couldn't help but tickle Hisashi's soles some more. It would've been a crime if his beautiful feet weren't ticklish, but luckily there was plenty of sensitivity there to make him laugh.

"Mahahahao!"

"Oh, I didn't catch that, what did you say?" Mao asked playfully. Hisashi stared at him with that gorgeous smile.

"Plehehease! Staha-stpo hehehe! It tihihickles! No mohohore!"

He was begging, yes!!! Mao grinned like a fool. Hisashi was so cute!

"Ahahh!! It tickles - y-you win, alright? Now... get back over here," Hisashi panted. Mao couldn't deny he wanted the same. He climbed back on top of him and immediately crashed down with his lips on Hisashi's, kissing those lips that were smiling so beautifully mere seconds ago.

And for a moment he forgot the camera was still running. They made out - even when Hisashi was out of breath, he still managed to kiss Mao until he felt light in the head.

Though shaky and clumsy, in the middle of their kissing he managed to untie Hisashi's arms, and even though Hisashi's ankles were still tied to the bed, he had plenty of freedom to devour him now.

Mao felt how Hisashi pinned him down firmly, and for a moment he thought he was going to be really in for it now - that tickly revenge. But when they pulled apart and he noted the expression on his boyfriend's face, he gulped.

"I don't think I can hold back now. You've had your fun, now let me have mine," he said breathlessly. Mao's eyes widened, it had been a while since he saw that predator look on Hisashi's face, and he knew they were probably going to make love until dawn at least.

"I'm all yours," Mao said shyly, before entering the continuation of their blissful night together. And the camera? .... He was going to find out later that it was still running!

[otomiyaa]

Day 15: Faking it

Mao x Hisashi | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 600

"You sure you want to keep watching?"

Mao looked at Hisashi who just asked that question and he chuckled. "Yes, of course."

He could sense his boyfriend was a little uneasy, sitting here together with Mao and watching several recordings of his rehearsals. Mao was interested in seeing them of course, but Hisashi was also eager to hear his feedback. However as the recording progressed, Mao thought that Hisashi might regret his decision to watch this together since he started to appear more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"That part was cringe," Hisashi quickly said at some point. "Forget about it."

"No, it wasn't. You just need to study your lines some more," Mao said in all honesty.

"Heh. I love your honesty," Hisashi said. Mao then blinked in surprise when the next scene that was shown was Hisashi with his co-star... tickling him?

"Haha! No! Don't tickle me, hehe!" Hisashi's character laughed. Mao blinked. Well, it was acted very well since he didn't recognize Hisashi's usual tickle laugh in this. But... He side-eyed Hisashi who firmly stared at the screen.

"Hisashi~?" Mao asked. Hisashi looked back.

"What? My acting wasn't convincing?" he immediately asked. Mao glanced at the screen again and hesitated. He then paused the video.

"Just now... "

Mao wasn't sure how to continue, but Hisashi already sighed and smiled charmingly.

"The tickle scene? Yup. I think you caught me," he said.

"It didn't sound like you at all. I'm surprised, and impressed," Mao said, and he reached out to poke Hisashi's side. Hisashi jumped immediately and caught Mao's hand.

"Are you now? Well, I guess it wasn't hard for me to act. It didn't tickle at all."

Mao stared at the screen again where they paused right when the aftermath of Hisashi's fake laugh could be seen.

"Huh?" He knew Hisashi was very ticklish. How could he say it didn't tickle? Did his co-star fake the tickle attack? It looked so real though.

Hisashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I... I only feel ticklish when you do it to me, Mao," he finally confessed. Mao's eyes widened.

"....Huh?!"

Hisashi smiled. "Silly, huh? That there..." Hisashi pointed to the screen. "Doesn't tickle me at all. Only this..." His hand that was still holding Mao's hand to prevent him from tickling him now slowly guided him until Mao's hand was pressed against his stomach.

Mao curiously curled his fingers, tickling Hisashi lightly, and he could feel, hear and see him react.

"I-it tickles," Hisashi whispered. Oh god. Oh boy. Mao thought he would die here. Hisashi only felt ticklish when he tickled him? And there on the video recording it was Hisashi faking his ticklish reaction?

"Hisashi!!!!" Mao suddenly tackled him, hugging him and tickling him like an overly excited puppy.

"Mahahao! Cahahalm down- ahahaha!" How could Mao calm down with his boyfriend being so... so cute! So irresistible! So unique!

"I love you Hisashi!" Mao confessed without stopping the tickle attack.

"Ahahalright alright! Ahahaha hang ohohon, Mahahao!"

His reactions were genuine. Hisashi really was feeling ticklish right now. Mao couldn't believe that he was the only one who could make him like this... With other people, Hisashi was faking it. But with Mao, he was ticklish for real.

"Thahat's enough ahaha, Mahahao! L-let's- nooohoho!" Mao wouldn't let Hisashi talk and only tickled more. Hisashi being ticklish for just him was a gift he wasn't going to waste for any second of their precious lives together.

"I love you, Hisashi!'

"You ahahalready sahahaid that- wahaha!"

No, Mao wasn't stopping. Hisashi was that adorable!!!