Hello! You can call me Jin. I write sfw tickle scenarios, fanfics, and headcanons, but I also post some irl content which will be tagged as such. Feel free to send me asks, headcanons, questions, and dms.
As my username suggests I am a lee, and I am open to teases as long as they are nonsexual since I am extremely acearo (asexual and aromantic) and sex repulsed. If you send me sexual asks or dms, consider yourself blocked.
In addition I am agender, polyam, queer, and poc so I also ask you do not follow me if you have an issue with the aforementioned information including me being acearo.
Possible trigger warnings: mentions of eating disorders, self harm, suicidal thoughts plus general mental health issues. I am also AuDHD (level 1 autism).
Fandom List: Fandoms that I will not write fics for will be marked with a *. All written work will be tagged Jin writes, scenarios will be tagged Jin's scenario writing, fanfics will be tagged Jin's fics, and headcanons will be tagged, you guessed it, Jin's headcanons.
My masterlist
Anime and Manga-
One Piece (mostly caught up with manga, anime and live action)
Wind Breaker (caught up to chapter 179)
Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (finished manga)
Haikyuu (finished manga)
Bnha/Mha (fandom ver only)
Chainsaw Man (caught up on the anime, up to chapter 93 of the manga)
Mob Psycho 100 (anime only)
Fullmetal Alchemist (finished manga)
Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko's Basketball (I've watched/read everything up to the movie)
Spy x Family (mostly caught up on manga)
Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK (anime only but I plan on reading the manga at some point)
Given (caught up through volume 7 I think)
Sk8 the Infinity/Sk8
Sasaki and Miyano (caught up on written chapters for the most part)
Hirano to Kagiura (caught up on written chapters for the most part)
Seaside Stranger (caught up on written chapters for the most part)
Yuri on Ice
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
Beastars (season 1 only)
Classmates/Doukyuusei (finished manga)
Mashle: Magic and Muscles (I've read through where season 1 ends I think)
Assassination Classroom*
Black Butler
Death Note
Ouran High School Host Club (anime only)
Kdramas and Manhwa-
Cinderella and Four Knights
BJ Alex (finished)
Painter of the Night
Full Volume
On or Off
Strong Girl Do Bong Soon
Squid Game
Doom Breaker (through episode 10)
Cdramas and Donghua-
The Untamed/MDZS/Mo Dao Zu Shi
Scum Villains Self Saving System
Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF/Tian Guan Ci Fu (season 1/finished the novel)
Thai BL Dramas-
TharnType (season 1 only)
Until We Meet Again
Cartoons/Comics/TV Shows/Webtoon-
Gravity Falls* (I plan on rewatching at some point but I'm not familiar enough with it currently to write a full fic)
Heartstopper (up to date on webtoon sort of and season 1 of netflix series)
Avatar the Last Airbender*
Doctor Who (10th-12th Doctor)*
BBC Sherlock*
Kpop*- I do not write about real people but I will discuss cute moments and general stuff about the groups and music
Ateez
Stray Kids
Monsta X
Seventeen
TXT
Oneus
BTS
Xlov
VIXX
Taemin
Literature*- I won't write fics for most literature I read bc I read a ton since I'm an English major, so I haven't touched most of these series to be able to do them justice in a fic
Author's Note: As always, me posting written work is few and far between. This is a tickle fic, so if that's not your thing, feel free to scroll on by. It's set after the timeskip, so additional warning for spoilers for haikyuu. Tagging @duckymcdoorknob and @ticklishfanart for helping me with this pure brainrot of a fic.
Volleyball practice should have been simple. Especially without the freak duo giving him constant headaches with their incessant bickering. Although he did have to admit, it was quite amusing to egg the two on. Spiking drills were at the top of their list of warmups, which should have been one of the more peaceful moments of his day.
“Tsukki!!”
Tsukishima resists the urge to roll his eyes. He sighs and brings the volleyball he was spinning between his hands to a stop, “What no—”
Quite literally choking his words, he finds himself knocked to the ground, if not completely bowled over. With a grimace, he cracks an eye open to stare at the overexcited manchild that is his teammate, Koganegawa. Curse the latter for being so big. Curse the latter for being surprisingly heavy. He rubs his neck with a groan, where the aforementioned big setter had hooked his arm around the front of before the whole falling over thing.
Before Tsukishima can voice his protests, he ends up yanking on Konegawa’s wrists instead.
“Tsukki. Tsukki. Tsukki.”
Before and after each Tsukki is followed by a poke that makes Tsukishima want to leap onto the nearest tall surface where his teammate can’t reach him.
Konegawa throws his head back with a laugh. “Awww,” he coos, “You’re like my own personal squeaky toy.”
Tsukishima, unexpectedly, starts shrieking louder at Koganegawa’s teasing whilst hiccupping and snorting at the stupid feeling akin to soda bubbling up from his chest to his nose. The former is used to Yamaguchi’s shy yet cheeky tickling, Akiteru’s annoying tickling style, probably like any other older sibling, the occasional whirlwind of tickle fights from his high school days at Karasuno, and the downright torturous tickling technique of the hyperactive duo, Kuroo and Bokuto.
The pads of Koganegawa’s fingers were softer than Tsukishima was used to, but there was no denying the raw strength of his hands. Tears collect at the corner of Tsukishima’s eyes at the maddening sensation of Koganegawa rubbing gentle circles on the sides of his stomach. He squirms and twitches as giggles pour out of his mouth, yet his teammate’s fingers seem to dance along with the motions of his body.
“ACK—Stahaphap,” Tsukishima cries when Kogangawa, the bastard, skitters up and down his ribs, stopping just short of his underarms.
Legs drumming on the floor in his hysteria to escape, he simply subjects himself to switching from weakly battering at his peer’s hands to covering his own eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
“Tch. Don’t. Now don’t you dare hide that cute face from me.” Koganegawa scratches at the palm of Tsukishima’s right hand. “Oh? What kind of sound was that?”
The latter doesn’t miss the way Koganegawa’s voice rises in pitch. Additionally, he doesn’t miss the way his teammate pins one of his hands above his head and starts spidering their fingers around the palms of his hands.
Rather Tsukishima wishes Koganegawa misses the way his back arches then slams back down to the court as a flurry of even more mortifying sounds break free from his voice. “WAIT. WAIT. WAIHAIT,” he stammers, tripping over his words as he tries to keep up with Koganegawa’s unpredictable movements.
The latter’s mouth drops open. “No way this is affecting you this badly, dude.” As Koganegawa continues to snicker at Tsukishima’s predicament, the universe decides to spite Tsukishima even more.
Although he's been trying his best to ignore the unamused stares of his other teammates, he can’t ignore the shadow that stops above his face. Oh. Out of all people, why did it have to be him?
“Aye, aye, captain,” Koganegawa replies with a mock salute when the captain of their team tells the former to continue what he's doing while the rest of the team takes a break. With a groan, Tsukishima prays for actual death.
And were those camera shutter clicks he was hearing in the background!?
The awareness of a giant claw wriggling on top of his entire stomach sends uncontrollable bouts of sheer anguish throughout his body. Instead of breaking out into loud laughter, he’s cut off by a shrill scream that hurts his own ears.
“Wahhhh…” Koganegawa’s eyes sparkle with equal parts amazement and mischief. “I knew you were on the leaner side, but, like, I can cover your whole torso with one hand.”
Fucking asshole is what Tsukishima would like to say if he weren’t too busy twisting and turning and cackling until literal sweat starts to drip down his forehead. Screw the stamina he’s built over the year through hours upon hours of volleyball practice. To hell with the extra weight and strength training he’d agreed to do with his older brother.
Sure visible abs look aesthetically pleasing, but for the ever loving god, he wishes he still had some semblance of that baby fat layer to protect his torso from the borderline painful ticklish touches.
Having to endure his teammate’s taunts and endless ribbing, pun a thousand percent not intended, turns his brain into mush. Tsukishima laments the small part of himself that desires for the tickling to prolong until practice ends, because, then, at least, he won’t have to look his other teammates in the eyes.
Koganegawa claps his hands like a toddler. A grown ass toddler with a downright evil idea that the former would rather not be subjected to. “I wonder which one of these buttons will produce the greatest amount of power?”
“You mother—”
“Drumroll please,” his teammate announces like he’s some ringleader in a circus, tapping on Tsukishima’s sides in rapid succession. Meanwhile, Tsukishima feels an uncomfortable build up of snot forming behind his nose as he snorts and chortles to the rhythm of Koganegawa’s jabbing motions.
By this point, salty tears fully hinder Tsukishima’s vision and he’s decided that he’d take being ganged up on by tornado-like trio of Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata as opposed to the hellspawn of satan he’s stuck with now.
“In this corner we have…WHOA,” Koganegawa yells as he wiggles his thumb and index finger around the top right muscle of Tsukishima’s abs. “Easy there, buddy. No need to react so strongly.”
Koganegawa did not just say that to him. Oh that little, well, big shit was going to get once this situation ended. “FUHUHUCKKK!”
“Hehe. I guess the adage of the non-dominant side being more sensitive than the dominant side is true. Man, I can’t believe you’d react this badly, but anyways, here come the tickle crabs.”
Yeah. Tsukishima was going to kill the bastard. And he would have started the process in the moment if it weren’t for flopping so hard on the ground that he bonked his head on the ground a few times or squealing himself hoarse.
Left. Right. Left then right.
Koganegawa snickers. “I think I like the set of abs righttttt here.”
More shrieking. Why was Tsukishima’s lower stomach so damn ticklish? His body tenses under his teammate’s hands, yet his strength all but crumbles from something as childish as tickling.
“Yup,” Koganegawa sings, “I think the giggle buttons down here generate the most energy. Let’s stay here for just a little bit longer. I don’t want to kill my best bro Tsukki now do I?”
Tsukishima’s sanity is simply gone; the electric sensations shooting throughout his body is the only thing he can focus on.
This fiend starts scribbling up and down Tsukishima’s arms, every once in a while taking a dip into his underarms to hear him yell. “And to think Mr. Grumpy over here used to think volleyball was just a club. Now look at him? All giggly and excited to play volleyball, and for a professional league no less.”
“How…How the fuc—”
“You’re just like a little kid all smiley like that,” Koganegawa hums while squeezing Tsukishima’s hips with an excited vigor that could only be matched by a child that had too much caffeine. “That sound is too adorable, you know that right?”
His eyes crinkle shut, tears shoved out by force when he screeches at the highest register of his voice.
Make it stop. Make it stop!
“Ooh! Ooh! I have an idea.” Tsukishima can imagine his teammate clapping at his oh so wonderful thought. “Rrribbit…rribbit…”
He already knows his thighs are sensitive from a not so nice encounter with Kuroo featuring a leg massage that really wasn’t a massage. The backs of them are one of his worst spots, but when Koganegawa hops to different areas, he wants to jump away.
“HEHEHELP!”
“Nope. No one here to help you out giggles. Hehe. Giggles. That’s funny.”
Funny to that idiot perhaps. Tsukishima is still dying. Maybe Yamaguchi or his family will miss him. He will not miss being subjected to this type of torture. Sure, he was aforementioned, more muscular now, but oh why oh why couldn’t he be less ticklish.
With a shaky hand, he runs a finger down his teammate’s sole, only for his hand to be snatched up and tickled by said teammate, sending more jittery feelings shooting up his arm.
Koganegawa coos at Tsukishima once more. “Awww. Did the widdle baby think he could get away with turning the tables? The poor thing reduced to a puddle of laughter when you poke at his thighs.”
They. Had. A. Two. Month. Technically a three month. Age. Gap. Why was he suddenly the baby? Sure, Akiteru had a habit of teasing him like this on rare occasions, usually while the latter was crying, but it somehow feels worse when the fucking manchild does it to him.
For shame, brain. For shame.
More shutter clicks!? Well…at least none of his other teammates had filmed anything.
“Tsukki-poo,” Koganegawa sings, “You look pretty tuckered out there, but sure you can handle a teensy weensy little more tickling, can’t you?”
And that was up to Koganegawa to decide and not him!? No. No. No. No!
Lifting Tsukishima’s hands above his head, Koganegawa pins Tsukishima’s wrists with his heels. “Now. Now. Let’s see here. A…little birdie told me that someone has very sensitive underarms.”
“Fuck off,” he sneers.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a potty mouth you have there.” His teammate shrugs. “Oh well. It’s your funeral then.”
Tsukishima thrashes harder, kicking his legs and bucking his hips, albeit with limited mobility.
“Whoa there. Let’s keep those legs under control. Don’t make me go back to those thighs again.”
Well shit. More struggling in vain? General hopelessness? Or continuing to die like he has been? Especially with the god awful way Koganegawa traces an index finger around and around and up and down both sensitive hollows.
He breaks out into loud giggles while twisting his head from side to side. “Nohohoho. Stahap!”
“It’s just one little finger, and you can’t even deal with that? You’re such a little toughie.”
Two fingers he wants to shoot back, but he’s too busy laughing to voice his complaint. Damn him for having such a big weakness in such a vulnerable place.
Sticking his tongue out, Koganegawa positions his thumbs right between Tsukishima’s highest rib and the bottom of his armpit and begins to jiggle the skin there . “I wonder what will happen when I do thi—”
“HYEEAHACK!”
“Hehehe. That’s, uh, quite the reaction there, buddy,” Koganegawa chuckles to himself, “I like it up here though.”
Tsukishima thinks Koganegawa and maybe, just maybe, his other teammates are enjoying his nonstop suffering, but he certainly isn’t. He about launches the former off of him when the dickhead starts tickling the center of his underarms with all of his fingers.
He just hopes Koganegawa will stop before he, like, passes out or something, and he’s not a hundred percent sure it wouldn’t come down to an extreme such as that.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he tries to catch his breath when Koganegawa stops pinning his arms and rests his hands on the sides of Tsukishima’s waist. Tsukishima doesn’t tense that hard at the motion.
He regrets relaxing when Koganegawa blows a few raspberries on the center of Tsukishima’s stomach, right over his belly button that might be even more ticklish than his abs. “PIHISSIS OFF!” he howls, a fresh set of tears warming his face and neck.
And…they. Don’t. Stop.
“EHEEHEEEHE! OHOHO GOHOD! STAHAHAHEHEAP!”
His teammate’s movements come to a stop, fanning Tsukishima’s face. “Easy there…Don’t die on me. Your face can really get red fast, can’t it?”
The latter throws an arm over his eyes. Talk about embarrassing.
“I…hate…you…you so much,” he gasps, residual giggles falling from his mouth with every rise and fall of his chest.
“Yeah…” A teammate that Tsukishima hasn’t bothered to learn the name of flashes a phone screen in front of his eyes. “I recorded most of that, what about you guys?”
A symphony of hums and yups and me toos accumulates around the court. Mourning his current predicament, Tsukishima debates digging himself his own grave. He’ll ask Akaashi for help, grimacing at the mild thought of the deadlines the latter has to make.
He should ask Yamaguchi to write his obituary for him. A wide hand appears in front of his face, one that he somewhat thanks for having a bottle of water in it.
Tsukishima welcomes the cooling sensation going down his throat, gone hoarse and scratchy from laughing so hard. Once his chest begins to rise at an even pace, he uses both hands to push himself off the ground and stand up.
Koganegawa gives him a dopey smile.
Bastard.
“Hehe, Tsukki! Did-ya have fun there?”
A middle finger is Tsukishima's reply.
A couple of rapid pinches to his left side has him crumpling to the ground again squealing, “Gahahad DAHAHAMNIHIHIHIT!”
Koganegawa snickers at his misfortune. “Don't be all mopey all the time. We both know that's a lie.”
“Okahay,” he says, trying to twist away from the former's ticklish touches, “Just stahap.”
Continuing to protest when Koganegawa puts him in a headlock and starts ruffling his hair, another weight slings itself around Tsukishima’s shoulder. At least whoever this is knows their own strength.
“I just wanted to remind you guys that we still have practice to attend to,” their captain announces, “Back to spiking practice now shouldn't we.”
They both nod, jogging off back to the rest of their teammates.
Mid-way, Tsukishima hears the captain calling him back again with a, “Not you just yet. I actually wanted to talk to you about something, Tsukishima.”
“Yes sir?”
“You know,” he chuckles, “I have a feeling that you don't want to hear this sort of thing, but I think this side of you that Koganegawa was able to show was a good thing.
“Oh come on, you don't have to make that kind of face, now do you? You're not one to open up very easily, and I'm not sure you know the rest of your teammate’s names except for him.”
Tsukishima opens his mouth.
“Frankly, I don’t know if you've addressed me by anything that isn't a formal title. I'm not even sure if you know my name.”
Well. . . His captain isn't wrong per se. “Can you guys at least delete that video and those pictures?” Tsukishima deadpans.
The former throws his head back with a laugh.
“If I'm going to ‘open up,’ I rather not have that be my first impression.”
“Actually…” Tsukishima yelps when his captain sneaks a few pokes to his stomach. “I think that we, not that I can really speak for the rest of the team, really appreciate seeing all of you, not just the tactical middle blocker.”
“Hmph….It's still embarrassing,” Tsukishima grumbles.
He narrows his eyes at the way the rest of the team interacts with Koganegawa, smiling and chatting without a care in the world between spikes.
Ping!
His captain pats him on the back after looking down at his phone. “Yeah. I don't think you're going to get any of that deleted any time soon.”
Noticing all the pings of excitement, Tsukishima grimaces at the sight of his teary, reddened face flooding the Sendai Frogs group chat.
An additional ping has him, yet again, regretting his life decisions. “Cute as ever Stingyshima,” he reads from his conversation with Hinata. He decides to mute his notifications at this update, knowing very well that it's not long before the rest of Karasuno, plus Bokuto and Kuroo find out.
Koganegawa has done enough teasing today; he'd rather keep some of his dignity intact. He sighs. It is what it is. Part of him believes that maybe, just maybe he'll fit in okay with this new team.
Sure. The circumstances weren't ideal with the mess that is the socializing part of volleyball, but he can't deny that he loves it all the same.
“Alrighty then, back to practice shall we?”
Tsukishima shakes his head. Nonsense. Complete and utter nonsense. After using so much of his stamina up getting absolutely destroyed by Koganegawa, on top of volleyball, he still has work to attend to.
Perhaps he can convince Yamaguchi to pick up some specialty strawberry shortcake flavored chocolate from the candy shop Tendou works at. He'll probably request the actual dessert too based on the way he feels.
Drowning his sorrows in confectionary goods sounds like a great idea.
“Hey! Tsukki, hey!” Koganegawa shouts.
Despite his not so successful attempt at getting Koganegawa back for tickling the ever loving hell out of him, he decides that if he has to look like a lunatic, his teammate should look like an even bigger idiot than he already is.
No matter how much he complains, he's stuck with the latter. Just like a parent and the giant toddler clinging to their leg.
But mark his words, Tsukishima will be paying Koganegawa back. He flinches at the curious hands prodding his waist when he raises his arms to finally start practicing again.
Especially if he has to deal with more incessant tickling from members of yet another volleyball team. Tsukishima is a simple man. He may be stupidly ticklish, maybe even to the extent that he could consider it a weakness, but he sure does know how to dish out some well earned payback.
A/N: Here's another fic for intheticklecloset's Tickleween event! This one is for prompt: #20 Vampire & #25 Blood
Word count: 1,689
This is a fluff/tickle fic for Wind Breaker. If either of those aren't your thing, may your journey continue onward! If you're here for them, welcome and I hope you enjoy!
“Are you sure you don’t want any?” Seiryu asked. His brother sat in front of him, eyes closed as false blood was gently applied to his chin. “We are vampires you know.”
Tsubaki looked up, smiling with pride at their combined effort. Not only did the three of them look great, but they’d managed to help costume Furin for the school’s Spooktacular event. Now with everyone else ready to go, they set about making final touches their own outfits. Uryu and Seiryu were wearing a realistic but delicate blood spatter pattern across their clothes and faces. When they stood next to each other, it looked like they’d attacked someone in tandem. A rather clever detail for sure, but…
“Mmm, thanks, but I think I’m going to go for a more lavish vampire look,” he replied, carefully guiding mascara onto his lashes.
“Even fancy vampires have to eat,” Seiryu teased. “Feeding off of others; that’s the main thing that makes them scary, you know?”
Still waiting for the makeup to dry, Tsubaki leveled his eyes at Seiryu in leu of an eye-roll. “Who said I had to eat blood? Maybe I’m a different kind of vampire?”
“Oh? I hadn’t considered that…” Seiryu replied.
Uryu’s eyes opened in interest and looked towards Tsubaki’s voice.
“What kind of vampire would you be then?” Seiryu asked, moving to apply another layer to Uryu’s markings.
Tsubaki tilted his head in thought and his deep, blood-red nails sparkled in his periphery.
“I don’t know,” he replied, trying to keep the smile out of his voice as he slowly approached the twins.
Seiryu saw Tsubaki sneaking towards them out of the corner of his eye, but Uryu had his back to him and was none the wiser. Tsubaki also wasn’t wearing heels yet, making his movements unusually silent.
Seeing the play at hand, Seiryu hesitated with the false blood and kept his expression neutral as he pretended to look over his work.
But Uryu could feel it—the subtle vibe change. He scanned his brother’s face and caught a glimpse of Tsubaki sneaking toward him in a mirror across the room. Anticipation shimmered across his skin but he held his nerve until the very…last…second. Uryu grabbed Seiryu by his upper arms, his eyes widening in surprise as he was spun and tossed into Tsubaki’s embrace.
“Pfft! You’re not who I was going for!” Tsubaki laughed as he hugged Seiryu. “But I’m sure you’ll be delicious!”
Uryu tilted his head.
“But I thought you said you didn’t eat blood?” Seiryu mused, the fangs in his smirk disappearing when a set of nails drummed along his side.
“No, I was thinking of something a bit more...laughable?”
Seiryu clamped his mouth shut and tried to twist free from Tsubaki’s grip.
Uryu took a few healthy steps back.
“Like you said, vampires have to eat and your laughter sounds like a perfect first course!“ Tsubaki cooed, wiggling two nails into each of his hips.
A smile crept onto Seiryu’s face and he gave up struggling to stifle the laughter fluttering in his chest with his hands.
“Come on, cutie, where are those adorable giggles of yours?” Tsubaki sang, adding more fingers and making Seiryu shudder. “So much resistance and yet you were going to sacrifice poor Uryu to the same fate!”
“YOU—yo-you!” Seiryu tried, shouting to distract from the ticklish trails wiggling across his stomach. “We-Were gohing to gehet him first!”
Tsubaki clicked his tongue and skittered his nails under the outer layers of Seiryu’s outfit. “And yet you didn’t help your own brother?”
“He didn’t hehelp mehehe eiheheehither!”
Uryu lifted his chin. He didn’t know what exactly his brother had been up to but was glad to dodge one of Tsubaki’s tickle hugs.
Seiryu puffed out his cheeks in the effort keep it together, but Tsubaki’s nails seemed to tickle the laughter itself and before he knew it loud chuckles pushed past his lips.
“Stohohoha! Stohop! You’re gohohoing to mehes up my mahakeuhuhup!”
“Oh as if,” Tsubaki grinned, lightening his touch and blitzing his fingertips all over his stomach. “Now give me some of those precious giggles!”
“AH! Ahehahaheha!” Seiryu gasped, kicking his feet to try and escape. “Nahahaha! Nohohahat thahahat! Wahahait wahahait wahahait!”
“Nope! Can’t do it!” Tsubaki beamed. “You’re just too cute, thinking you can keep your giggles from me with a tummy this ticklish!” To his immense amusement, a blush rose to Seiryu’s cheeks. He scribbled his fingers up to the bottom of Seiryu’s ribs and he tossed his head back in ticklish laughter.
“AHAHAHA! URYU HEHEHELP!”
Uryu only blinked at his brother as Tsubaki traced and scratched slowly up his ribs.
“If you dohohoHON’T HEHE’LL GEHEHET YOHOU TOOHOHO!” Seiryu cried.
“Awe whaaat? I didn’t say that!” Tsubaki smirked, scratching between Seiryu’s ribs and making him cackle.
Uryu flinched a little at the sound, knowing all too well what he was experiencing. However, he was not about to be tricked after watching what Tsubaki also wanted to do to him according to the expression he wore.
“AHHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Seiryu begged, eyes shining with tears.
Uryu squinted at him.
“NO TIHIHICKLE TRICKS FOR THE REHEST OF THE NIHIHIHGHT!”
He squinted more.
“PLEHEHE! I PROHOHOMISE!”
Before Tsubaki could process past Seiryu’s peals of laughter, Uryu had swept out of view. Fingers were already wiggling into the back of Tsubaki’s underarms by the time he realized a promise had been uttered. A squeak of surprise left him and he squeezed Seiryu’s sides in retaliation.
The adorable squeal Seiryu made was coupled with Tsubaki’s as his sides were squeezed again and again.
“Eeheep! Uryu dohohon’t!” Tsubaki giggled, his fingers’ dexterity diminishing with each squeeze.
Uryu shrugged, switching to tasing Tsubaki’s sides instead.
“Ah! Ahehe! Thahat’s! EEK! Noho thahahats wohohorse!” he tittered, squirming under the well placed pokes and abandoning his tickling efforts to keep hugging a now struggling Seiryu.
Uryu returned to his underarms with quick, light scratches. It was easy enough to block if you brought your arms to your sides.
“Eeek!” Tsubaki squealed, bringing his arms to his chest and twisting away.
Seiryu wasted no time breaking free from the hug trap. He only took a few seconds to catch his breath before joining Uryu’s efforts to corner Tsubaki.
“Eehehee! Stohohop thahahat!” Tsubaki snickered, torn between not getting himself trapped and squirming away from Uryu as he continued to relentlessly wiggle his fingers into his underarms. The choice dissipated entirely when a second pair of hands began skittering across his midriff. He’d watched the twins do this to many other tickle targets, but knowing what they were going to do gave him more anticipation than foresight.
“Ohohonohohoho!” Tsubaki laughed, sinking to the floor as the twins sandwiched him between two sets of tickling fingers.
“What do you mean ‘oh no’?” Seiryu asked, unable to conceal the smirk on his face. “You said you were a laughter vampire, we’re just helping you feed!”
Uryu nodded, a the smallest smile on face as he caught his brother’s eye.
Seiryu followed his gaze and grinned in delight.
“Ihihi cahan’t eheheheat my own lahahahaughterahahaha! That! Thahat’s nohohot how ihihihit wohohorks!” Tsubaki giggled only to squeal in surprise as something fluttered behind his knees and sent him crashing down onto them.
Seiryu brandished a prop feather duster in front of Tsubaki before descending it onto his folded legs. He barely had time to gasp before bright laughter erupted from his lips.
“Oh? feather ticklish I see?” Seiryu asked, pulling the duster away as Tsubaki swatted at it. "That's so cute!"
Uryu resumed going after his underarms and sides from behind, making Tsubaki flop backwards onto his lap.
“EEHEHE! Ohoho my gahahahahaha!” Tsubaki laughed, trying and failing to sit up as Uryu poked sporadically around his stomach and the bunches of feathers continued to flit across his skin. “Hehehehe! Lehehehe! LEHEHET ME Uhuhuhuhup! Youhou’ll mehehehess uhup my hahahahair!”
“We’re not even holding you down,” Seiryu sighed, slowing his tickles with the duster while Uryu ceased his poking. “Also, what do you take us for? We didn’t want your squirming to mess up your hard work and knew we had to take you to the ground to get you to stop.”
Tsubaki rolled his eyes and moved to sit up. “Hohohow cohohonsiderAH! PFFT! EEEHEhehehehe!” He laughed, the strength in abs being replaced by giggles as he flopped back down again.
Seiryu grinned, having resumed the feathers’ ticklish sweeping across his legs. “Are going to be nice to my brother for the rest of the evening?”
Uryu looked up in surprise.
“Youhohohou meehehehehe! Mean the ohohohone cuhuhurtently ahahaha! Acting as my pihihihillow?” Tsubaki snickered, flinching when Seiryu skittered fingers across his knee. “OBVIOUSLEHEHE YEHES!”
“Hmm, okay,” Seiryu said, relenting and offering his hand.
Uryu blinked while Tsubaki came down from his giggles. He took the offered hand and Uryu supported his back as he sat up.
“Ohohokay, nohow that thahat is over, everyone still look ohokay?” Tsubaki asked, turning to look at where he’d been laying on Uryu and straightening his jacket.
“It seems to be the case,” Seiryu nodded,helping Tsubaki and Uryu to their feet. Tsubaki looked at a nearby mirror, but other than some smoothing, the hairstyle he’d chosen for this evening was indeed intact. Seiryu appeared beside him, his own hair a bit more mussed with all the flailing he’d been doing. He’d begun to straighten it out, only to stop short upon hearing familiar giggles.
Seiryu turned as Uryu recoiled from Tsubaki’s wiggling nails, a ticklish smile on his face as he held his side.
“Hey, you said you’d be nice,” Seiryu smiled, his brother snickering as Tsubaki closed the gap.
“I am!” Tsubaki grinned, slowly creeping after Uryu as he inched away. “He can get away if he wants to, I just wanted to see which of your laughter was sweeter!”
“And the verdict?” Seiryu asked, smoothing down his clothes.
“Hmm…” Tsubaki mused, putting a hand to his chin while the other scribbled more giggles out of Uryu. “I think I’m going to have to say...both of them!”
Seiryu shook his head. That’s what he’d thought he’d say.
jshfnvkfjdhsh tickles as a method of cancelling out overthinking
i have really bad rejection sensitivity so this kinda stuff hits but just. a ler who can sense when you're spiraling. when you're starting to feel afraid of things you know won't really happen. anxious, abandoned, left out, whatever- but having all of that immediately shut down with a couple scribbles to... well, anywhere. your insecurity met with a soothing smile... but some strangely glinting eyes to match...
or maybe you tell them yourself. it's hard being vulnerable or asking for reassurance but you do it anyway- begrudgingly, and the discomfort and dread that swirls around in your chest during and after you do so feels like it's about to kill you. until that heavy ache is replaced with frantic butterflies, at least, because suddenly you're having your sides squeezed and a hand scribbling across your belly.
tickled so much that you can't overthink anymore, because you can't think at all, not about anything beyond how badly the fingers wiggling around in the crook of your neck tickle, or how much you want to squirm when they scribble their fingers in your underarms, or when they somehow reassure and tease you in the same sentence so they comfort and fluster you simultaneously-
when there's no need to worry about anything, and they make sure you can't. they're here to tickle it all out of you.
Imagine being sandwich-hugged by two friends and as they're hugging you, one of them randomly starts digging their fingers into your ribs causing you to snicker and as the other friend catches on as to what's happening, they start nuzzling into your neck while scribbling around your stomach, making you giggle more. As they're tickling you, they comment about how cute your ticklishness is, how they have you all trapped in their arms no matter how much you squirm and try to push their hands away, that they're not gonna stop until they feel like it, and how flustered and blushy you're getting over a few words!~ And then after a while, they cease their tickles, continuing to hug you and still rambling on about how ticklable you are, and that they might even tickle you again just for the heck of it!
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
All this does is tell me that you don't see me as a person. All I am is a content machine, and if I'm not working fast enough, you'll feed my writing into a different machine and gobble down whatever it shits out for you.
TBF this problem has been growing for a while. The rise of Generative Artificial Garbage simply makes it really, really stark.
Author's Note: As always, me posting written work is few and far between. This is a tickle fic, so if that's not your thing, feel free to scroll on by. It's set after the timeskip, so additional warning for spoilers for haikyuu. Tagging @duckymcdoorknob and @ticklishfanart for helping me with this pure brainrot of a fic.
Volleyball practice should have been simple. Especially without the freak duo giving him constant headaches with their incessant bickering. Although he did have to admit, it was quite amusing to egg the two on. Spiking drills were at the top of their list of warmups, which should have been one of the more peaceful moments of his day.
“Tsukki!!”
Tsukishima resists the urge to roll his eyes. He sighs and brings the volleyball he was spinning between his hands to a stop, “What no—”
Quite literally choking his words, he finds himself knocked to the ground, if not completely bowled over. With a grimace, he cracks an eye open to stare at the overexcited manchild that is his teammate, Koganegawa. Curse the latter for being so big. Curse the latter for being surprisingly heavy. He rubs his neck with a groan, where the aforementioned big setter had hooked his arm around the front of before the whole falling over thing.
Before Tsukishima can voice his protests, he ends up yanking on Konegawa’s wrists instead.
“Tsukki. Tsukki. Tsukki.”
Before and after each Tsukki is followed by a poke that makes Tsukishima want to leap onto the nearest tall surface where his teammate can’t reach him.
Konegawa throws his head back with a laugh. “Awww,” he coos, “You’re like my own personal squeaky toy.”
Tsukishima, unexpectedly, starts shrieking louder at Koganegawa’s teasing whilst hiccupping and snorting at the stupid feeling akin to soda bubbling up from his chest to his nose. The former is used to Yamaguchi’s shy yet cheeky tickling, Akiteru’s annoying tickling style, probably like any other older sibling, the occasional whirlwind of tickle fights from his high school days at Karasuno, and the downright torturous tickling technique of the hyperactive duo, Kuroo and Bokuto.
The pads of Koganegawa’s fingers were softer than Tsukishima was used to, but there was no denying the raw strength of his hands. Tears collect at the corner of Tsukishima’s eyes at the maddening sensation of Koganegawa rubbing gentle circles on the sides of his stomach. He squirms and twitches as giggles pour out of his mouth, yet his teammate’s fingers seem to dance along with the motions of his body.
“ACK—Stahaphap,” Tsukishima cries when Kogangawa, the bastard, skitters up and down his ribs, stopping just short of his underarms.
Legs drumming on the floor in his hysteria to escape, he simply subjects himself to switching from weakly battering at his peer’s hands to covering his own eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
“Tch. Don’t. Now don’t you dare hide that cute face from me.” Koganegawa scratches at the palm of Tsukishima’s right hand. “Oh? What kind of sound was that?”
The latter doesn’t miss the way Koganegawa’s voice rises in pitch. Additionally, he doesn’t miss the way his teammate pins one of his hands above his head and starts spidering their fingers around the palms of his hands.
Rather Tsukishima wishes Koganegawa misses the way his back arches then slams back down to the court as a flurry of even more mortifying sounds break free from his voice. “WAIT. WAIT. WAIHAIT,” he stammers, tripping over his words as he tries to keep up with Koganegawa’s unpredictable movements.
The latter’s mouth drops open. “No way this is affecting you this badly, dude.” As Koganegawa continues to snicker at Tsukishima’s predicament, the universe decides to spite Tsukishima even more.
Although he's been trying his best to ignore the unamused stares of his other teammates, he can’t ignore the shadow that stops above his face. Oh. Out of all people, why did it have to be him?
“Aye, aye, captain,” Koganegawa replies with a mock salute when the captain of their team tells the former to continue what he's doing while the rest of the team takes a break. With a groan, Tsukishima prays for actual death.
And were those camera shutter clicks he was hearing in the background!?
The awareness of a giant claw wriggling on top of his entire stomach sends uncontrollable bouts of sheer anguish throughout his body. Instead of breaking out into loud laughter, he’s cut off by a shrill scream that hurts his own ears.
“Wahhhh…” Koganegawa’s eyes sparkle with equal parts amazement and mischief. “I knew you were on the leaner side, but, like, I can cover your whole torso with one hand.”
Fucking asshole is what Tsukishima would like to say if he weren’t too busy twisting and turning and cackling until literal sweat starts to drip down his forehead. Screw the stamina he’s built over the year through hours upon hours of volleyball practice. To hell with the extra weight and strength training he’d agreed to do with his older brother.
Sure visible abs look aesthetically pleasing, but for the ever loving god, he wishes he still had some semblance of that baby fat layer to protect his torso from the borderline painful ticklish touches.
Having to endure his teammate’s taunts and endless ribbing, pun a thousand percent not intended, turns his brain into mush. Tsukishima laments the small part of himself that desires for the tickling to prolong until practice ends, because, then, at least, he won’t have to look his other teammates in the eyes.
Koganegawa claps his hands like a toddler. A grown ass toddler with a downright evil idea that the former would rather not be subjected to. “I wonder which one of these buttons will produce the greatest amount of power?”
“You mother—”
“Drumroll please,” his teammate announces like he’s some ringleader in a circus, tapping on Tsukishima’s sides in rapid succession. Meanwhile, Tsukishima feels an uncomfortable build up of snot forming behind his nose as he snorts and chortles to the rhythm of Koganegawa’s jabbing motions.
By this point, salty tears fully hinder Tsukishima’s vision and he’s decided that he’d take being ganged up on by tornado-like trio of Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata as opposed to the hellspawn of satan he’s stuck with now.
“In this corner we have…WHOA,” Koganegawa yells as he wiggles his thumb and index finger around the top right muscle of Tsukishima’s abs. “Easy there, buddy. No need to react so strongly.”
Koganegawa did not just say that to him. Oh that little, well, big shit was going to get once this situation ended. “FUHUHUCKKK!”
“Hehe. I guess the adage of the non-dominant side being more sensitive than the dominant side is true. Man, I can’t believe you’d react this badly, but anyways, here come the tickle crabs.”
Yeah. Tsukishima was going to kill the bastard. And he would have started the process in the moment if it weren’t for flopping so hard on the ground that he bonked his head on the ground a few times or squealing himself hoarse.
Left. Right. Left then right.
Koganegawa snickers. “I think I like the set of abs righttttt here.”
More shrieking. Why was Tsukishima’s lower stomach so damn ticklish? His body tenses under his teammate’s hands, yet his strength all but crumbles from something as childish as tickling.
“Yup,” Koganegawa sings, “I think the giggle buttons down here generate the most energy. Let’s stay here for just a little bit longer. I don’t want to kill my best bro Tsukki now do I?”
Tsukishima’s sanity is simply gone; the electric sensations shooting throughout his body is the only thing he can focus on.
This fiend starts scribbling up and down Tsukishima’s arms, every once in a while taking a dip into his underarms to hear him yell. “And to think Mr. Grumpy over here used to think volleyball was just a club. Now look at him? All giggly and excited to play volleyball, and for a professional league no less.”
“How…How the fuc—”
“You’re just like a little kid all smiley like that,” Koganegawa hums while squeezing Tsukishima’s hips with an excited vigor that could only be matched by a child that had too much caffeine. “That sound is too adorable, you know that right?”
His eyes crinkle shut, tears shoved out by force when he screeches at the highest register of his voice.
Make it stop. Make it stop!
“Ooh! Ooh! I have an idea.” Tsukishima can imagine his teammate clapping at his oh so wonderful thought. “Rrribbit…rribbit…”
He already knows his thighs are sensitive from a not so nice encounter with Kuroo featuring a leg massage that really wasn’t a massage. The backs of them are one of his worst spots, but when Koganegawa hops to different areas, he wants to jump away.
“HEHEHELP!”
“Nope. No one here to help you out giggles. Hehe. Giggles. That’s funny.”
Funny to that idiot perhaps. Tsukishima is still dying. Maybe Yamaguchi or his family will miss him. He will not miss being subjected to this type of torture. Sure, he was aforementioned, more muscular now, but oh why oh why couldn’t he be less ticklish.
With a shaky hand, he runs a finger down his teammate’s sole, only for his hand to be snatched up and tickled by said teammate, sending more jittery feelings shooting up his arm.
Koganegawa coos at Tsukishima once more. “Awww. Did the widdle baby think he could get away with turning the tables? The poor thing reduced to a puddle of laughter when you poke at his thighs.”
They. Had. A. Two. Month. Technically a three month. Age. Gap. Why was he suddenly the baby? Sure, Akiteru had a habit of teasing him like this on rare occasions, usually while the latter was crying, but it somehow feels worse when the fucking manchild does it to him.
For shame, brain. For shame.
More shutter clicks!? Well…at least none of his other teammates had filmed anything.
“Tsukki-poo,” Koganegawa sings, “You look pretty tuckered out there, but sure you can handle a teensy weensy little more tickling, can’t you?”
And that was up to Koganegawa to decide and not him!? No. No. No. No!
Lifting Tsukishima’s hands above his head, Koganegawa pins Tsukishima’s wrists with his heels. “Now. Now. Let’s see here. A…little birdie told me that someone has very sensitive underarms.”
“Fuck off,” he sneers.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a potty mouth you have there.” His teammate shrugs. “Oh well. It’s your funeral then.”
Tsukishima thrashes harder, kicking his legs and bucking his hips, albeit with limited mobility.
“Whoa there. Let’s keep those legs under control. Don’t make me go back to those thighs again.”
Well shit. More struggling in vain? General hopelessness? Or continuing to die like he has been? Especially with the god awful way Koganegawa traces an index finger around and around and up and down both sensitive hollows.
He breaks out into loud giggles while twisting his head from side to side. “Nohohoho. Stahap!”
“It’s just one little finger, and you can’t even deal with that? You’re such a little toughie.”
Two fingers he wants to shoot back, but he’s too busy laughing to voice his complaint. Damn him for having such a big weakness in such a vulnerable place.
Sticking his tongue out, Koganegawa positions his thumbs right between Tsukishima’s highest rib and the bottom of his armpit and begins to jiggle the skin there . “I wonder what will happen when I do thi—”
“HYEEAHACK!”
“Hehehe. That’s, uh, quite the reaction there, buddy,” Koganegawa chuckles to himself, “I like it up here though.”
Tsukishima thinks Koganegawa and maybe, just maybe, his other teammates are enjoying his nonstop suffering, but he certainly isn’t. He about launches the former off of him when the dickhead starts tickling the center of his underarms with all of his fingers.
He just hopes Koganegawa will stop before he, like, passes out or something, and he’s not a hundred percent sure it wouldn’t come down to an extreme such as that.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he tries to catch his breath when Koganegawa stops pinning his arms and rests his hands on the sides of Tsukishima’s waist. Tsukishima doesn’t tense that hard at the motion.
He regrets relaxing when Koganegawa blows a few raspberries on the center of Tsukishima’s stomach, right over his belly button that might be even more ticklish than his abs. “PIHISSIS OFF!” he howls, a fresh set of tears warming his face and neck.
And…they. Don’t. Stop.
“EHEEHEEEHE! OHOHO GOHOD! STAHAHAHEHEAP!”
His teammate’s movements come to a stop, fanning Tsukishima’s face. “Easy there…Don’t die on me. Your face can really get red fast, can’t it?”
The latter throws an arm over his eyes. Talk about embarrassing.
“I…hate…you…you so much,” he gasps, residual giggles falling from his mouth with every rise and fall of his chest.
“Yeah…” A teammate that Tsukishima hasn’t bothered to learn the name of flashes a phone screen in front of his eyes. “I recorded most of that, what about you guys?”
A symphony of hums and yups and me toos accumulates around the court. Mourning his current predicament, Tsukishima debates digging himself his own grave. He’ll ask Akaashi for help, grimacing at the mild thought of the deadlines the latter has to make.
He should ask Yamaguchi to write his obituary for him. A wide hand appears in front of his face, one that he somewhat thanks for having a bottle of water in it.
Tsukishima welcomes the cooling sensation going down his throat, gone hoarse and scratchy from laughing so hard. Once his chest begins to rise at an even pace, he uses both hands to push himself off the ground and stand up.
Koganegawa gives him a dopey smile.
Bastard.
“Hehe, Tsukki! Did-ya have fun there?”
A middle finger is Tsukishima's reply.
A couple of rapid pinches to his left side has him crumpling to the ground again squealing, “Gahahad DAHAHAMNIHIHIHIT!”
Koganegawa snickers at his misfortune. “Don't be all mopey all the time. We both know that's a lie.”
“Okahay,” he says, trying to twist away from the former's ticklish touches, “Just stahap.”
Continuing to protest when Koganegawa puts him in a headlock and starts ruffling his hair, another weight slings itself around Tsukishima’s shoulder. At least whoever this is knows their own strength.
“I just wanted to remind you guys that we still have practice to attend to,” their captain announces, “Back to spiking practice now shouldn't we.”
They both nod, jogging off back to the rest of their teammates.
Mid-way, Tsukishima hears the captain calling him back again with a, “Not you just yet. I actually wanted to talk to you about something, Tsukishima.”
“Yes sir?”
“You know,” he chuckles, “I have a feeling that you don't want to hear this sort of thing, but I think this side of you that Koganegawa was able to show was a good thing.
“Oh come on, you don't have to make that kind of face, now do you? You're not one to open up very easily, and I'm not sure you know the rest of your teammate’s names except for him.”
Tsukishima opens his mouth.
“Frankly, I don’t know if you've addressed me by anything that isn't a formal title. I'm not even sure if you know my name.”
Well. . . His captain isn't wrong per se. “Can you guys at least delete that video and those pictures?” Tsukishima deadpans.
The former throws his head back with a laugh.
“If I'm going to ‘open up,’ I rather not have that be my first impression.”
“Actually…” Tsukishima yelps when his captain sneaks a few pokes to his stomach. “I think that we, not that I can really speak for the rest of the team, really appreciate seeing all of you, not just the tactical middle blocker.”
“Hmph….It's still embarrassing,” Tsukishima grumbles.
He narrows his eyes at the way the rest of the team interacts with Koganegawa, smiling and chatting without a care in the world between spikes.
Ping!
His captain pats him on the back after looking down at his phone. “Yeah. I don't think you're going to get any of that deleted any time soon.”
Noticing all the pings of excitement, Tsukishima grimaces at the sight of his teary, reddened face flooding the Sendai Frogs group chat.
An additional ping has him, yet again, regretting his life decisions. “Cute as ever Stingyshima,” he reads from his conversation with Hinata. He decides to mute his notifications at this update, knowing very well that it's not long before the rest of Karasuno, plus Bokuto and Kuroo find out.
Koganegawa has done enough teasing today; he'd rather keep some of his dignity intact. He sighs. It is what it is. Part of him believes that maybe, just maybe he'll fit in okay with this new team.
Sure. The circumstances weren't ideal with the mess that is the socializing part of volleyball, but he can't deny that he loves it all the same.
“Alrighty then, back to practice shall we?”
Tsukishima shakes his head. Nonsense. Complete and utter nonsense. After using so much of his stamina up getting absolutely destroyed by Koganegawa, on top of volleyball, he still has work to attend to.
Perhaps he can convince Yamaguchi to pick up some specialty strawberry shortcake flavored chocolate from the candy shop Tendou works at. He'll probably request the actual dessert too based on the way he feels.
Drowning his sorrows in confectionary goods sounds like a great idea.
“Hey! Tsukki, hey!” Koganegawa shouts.
Despite his not so successful attempt at getting Koganegawa back for tickling the ever loving hell out of him, he decides that if he has to look like a lunatic, his teammate should look like an even bigger idiot than he already is.
No matter how much he complains, he's stuck with the latter. Just like a parent and the giant toddler clinging to their leg.
But mark his words, Tsukishima will be paying Koganegawa back. He flinches at the curious hands prodding his waist when he raises his arms to finally start practicing again.
Especially if he has to deal with more incessant tickling from members of yet another volleyball team. Tsukishima is a simple man. He may be stupidly ticklish, maybe even to the extent that he could consider it a weakness, but he sure does know how to dish out some well earned payback.
Sorry we really went from free the nipple, take back the night, slut walks, and ending gender/sex segregation in sports being fucking milquetoast feminism 101 concepts to fucking girl dinner and "I just worry about fairness if we let trans girls play against cis ones" and "it was right of that woman to call the cops on a black man for existing near here in public during the day time because men are all violent monsters" and "radical feminism isn't transphobic we just need to kill all men including trans ones those oppressive traitors" and I will legit never be able to be normal about it. What the FUCK happened. I'd say I wonder what the feminists of my youth would say about this but I'm one and lemme tell ya I want to throw up. Go fucking read bell hooks or do something else useful please because all of this learned helplessness, gender essentialism, and transphobia dressed up as feminism is actively holding us back.
