Summary: Hinata is no longer ticklish. Kageyama is skeptical.
Word Count: 1537
Warnings: Minor post-time skip spoilers; alcohol consumption; tickling.
A/N: Quick shoutout to @happyandticklish because of their mention in this post which pulled me out of a writing rut earlier this year and compelled me to write 90% of this fic. Let's ignore the fact that it took me several months to finish the last 10% and celebrate the wins for now. Merry Christmas!
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A sip into his third drink, it dawned on Kageyama the absurdity of this situation.
He’s exaggerating, really, feeling rather at home in one of Miyagi’s many local bars, cheapest beer in hand. What’s strange to him is that exactly 7 years, 3 months, and 13 days after breaking up, he and Hinata are getting drunk together.
It was surprisingly easy to fall back into friendship after crossing paths on the court once more as professional athletes. After just a few text exchanges, the clumsy small talk of reconnecting with an ex eased into familiarity. Their shared love of volleyball – the strongest bond they had in their relationship – had only grown since high school, and conversation came easily.
Typical life drama spills from Hinata’s mouth just like the shot from his glass. “I just don’t understand why my PT would recommend Bulgarian split squats when the problem is in my knee – maybe I should call Ennoshita-senpai, do you still have his number?”
Soon enough, Hinata is pulling out his phone and going through dozens of saved internet clips of fitness trends, and Kageyama presumes that he’s added strength training to his regiment.
Swiping past a video titled TOP 5 EXERCISES FOR A NICE ASS (“Eugh, ignore that – ” ), Hinata chuckles a bit at the next one. “Atsumu wants to try this.”
Kageyama squints at the overly-edited TikTok, bright and loud in the rather empty corner of the bar they’ve inhabited. An influencer-type gym bro hangs from a pull up bar while another influencer-type gym bro clings to his torso. Bro #1 does pull up after pull up while Bro #2 hangs on with progressively stranger grips. Kageyama scoffs. It’s a weird exercise meant to look cooler than serve a purpose.
“I don’t see how that’s any better than a normal weighted pull up.”
“That’s not the point!” Hinata chuckles. “Atsumu just wants to post more to his socials, and this kind of stuff generates clicks.”
“Sounds to me like he’s just looking for a reason to climb you,” Kageyama teases. He has eyes – Hinata’s teammate has a crush and doesn't make any sincere attempt to hide it during matches and interviews.
Hinata laughs at the joke, and Kageyama isn’t sure if he even realizes blondie’s affections. “It’s teamwork if you squint.”
Kageyama hesitates before chancing another tease. “Well, I don’t know how you’d be able to handle all of that contact anyway.”
Hinata looks puzzled, and Kageyama gestures vaguely at his torso. “You know, I can’t really remember a time someone could touch you here without seeing you lose it.” Kageyama isn’t sure when he’s expecting. A blush, an averted gaze?
But Hinata takes the comment in stride, rolling his eyes and responding easily: “Well yeah, that was ages ago. I’ve grown out of that.”
Kageyama opens and closes his mouth once, twice. “I… don’t think that’s how being ticklish works.” He knows for himself how devastatingly the feeling blooms underneath your skin and turns you inside out. “How can you be so sure?”
Hinata takes a sip of beer (Kageyama’s – his shot is currently soaking into the table) and shrugs. “I've learned how to stop it. When it happens, it feels all GWAA at first, but then my mind just goes, WHAM and BAM against the sensation, and it’s gone. Get it?”
For once, Kageyama does not get it, but he doesn’t challenge the explanation. Instead, and against his better judgement, he lets memories flood into his head. Hinata’s body, Hinata’s laugh – the nostalgia is almost overwhelming. He wants… he wants…
“Want to try?” Hinata juts his hands out. “Go for it.”
Kageyama unfurrows his brow, wiping the apparently obvious skepticism off his face – he hopes that that was all that was on his face. And he doesn’t have words, only one.
“Okay.”
Heart pounding, he brings his hands up to Hinata’s abdomen and pokes experimentally. Sure enough, there’s no flinch, no hidden smile, no stifled giggle. Emboldened by the lack of a reaction, Kageyama lets his fingers prod up Hinata’s sides and down to his hips. He feels sturdier than Kageyama remembers, high school pudge having lost the battle to a second puberty that hardened his abs and gave way to a stronger, more muscular physique.
Realizing that he’s straying from the task at hand, Kageyama suddenly changes course, fluttering his fingers up into Hinata’s armpits. Still, nothing.
Hinata is smug. “See?”
The boyfriend title lit a fire under their dynamic when they first started dating all those years ago. Though they were able to execute their quick move with newfound lightning, scuffles between them started and ended with even more heat than when they first met. In retrospect, the relentless need for proximity and touch – only so actionable on Karasuno grounds – was likely the catalyst that devolved their competitive energy into near-constant roughhousing.
Kageyama once made the mistake of barking out a laugh when Hinata grabbed his thigh a little too abruptly during one of their tussles, and for weeks he did not know peace. With a guaranteed upper hand, Hinata gleefully abused the uncharacteristic and novel weakness until Kageyama tapped out.
Hinata’s slippery, and for Kageyama, retribution required an ambush. One Friday, following a particularly tiresome practice, Kageyama waited for Hinata to cozy up for a nap after a warm shower. Pliant and docile, he barely put up a fight as Kageyama went to work, pinning him down for an hour and cataloging which spots and touches brought him to tears. Hinata quickly learned to behave after that.
It’s not at all difficult to recall the hotspots littered around Hinata’s body. Hands still hovering under his arms, Kageyama carefully angles his fingers inwards and presses deeply into the hollows.
Immediately, Hinata lets out a shrill chirp, springing back and shooting his arms down, and Kageyama knows that he has won.
Hinata’s face blooms with red. “I – uh. Wow, okay. That was weird.”
Kageyama has evidently flipped the switch that powers Hinata’s confidence. Endeared, he scoots his barstool closer, boxing Hinata between body and table. “Let’s try it again, call that a fluke?”
Hinata shies away, “Ah, no, that’s not necessary. Kageyama-san, did you get a haircut?”
While he did recently get a trim and is charmed by the possibility that Hinata actually noticed, Kageyama pointedly ignores the overly-respectful attempt at deflection. “Don’t worry, I still believe you. Round two?” Expertly avoiding Hinata’s flailing hands, Kageyama begins to worm his fingers under his arms again, and Hinata doubles over, pinching his face into a desperate expression. Kageyama finds the same sweet spot as easily as he recognizes the lopsided quirk of Hinata’s smile and coos softly when Hinata can no longer suppress his laughter.
“Aw, but I thought you weren’t ticklish anymore?”
“Ohoho my God, you suck,” Hinata chokes out. “You’re - ah! You’re eating this uhuhup.”
“Mm, maybe.”
Kageyama pinches downward, locating the uppermost rib on Hinata’s right side, and massages it with his thumb. Hinata’s laughter rises in pitch, and he nearly falls out of his seat as he tries to pry Kageyama’s fingers from his body. Although he is able to yank on one of Kageyama’s wrists, dislodging the attack, Kageyama brings his free hand up to flutter at Hinata’s neck, and he squeals in surprise.
Scratching lightly under the hairline just past his ear, Kageyama is transfixed by Hinata’s reactions. His sensitivity is the type to compound over time, so Kageyama exerts even less effort than previously to keep his struggles at bay. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight before him: the Black Jackal’s own fiery ace, reduced to a pretty little mess. Kageyama can’t even bring himself to feel bad, knowing from experience that Hinata can take a lot more despite apparently being out of tickle fight practice all these years.
Hinata’s eyes sparkle as he looks up through nearly-wet eyelashes, and he catches Kageyama’s gaze. “You’re liking this a lihihittle too much,” he grits between his teeth in a failing effort not to laugh.
Kageyama responds by bringing his hand back down to the same rib for another tweak. Hinata shouts in protest, but Kageyama notes the lack of bite in any of Hinata’s words. “I can say the same to you,” he says, tapping his fingers against the spot.
Hinata looks bashful for a moment, turning his face into his shoulder, then suddenly surges forward. Kageyama’s nerve endings ignite as he feels a squeeze right above his knee.
“Hey!” Kageyama withdraws his own hands from their mission to protect his thighs.
Hinata’s confidence is back, and he has challenge in his eyes. “I remember those times too, you know.” He looks like he’s about to pounce again, hands poised for attack.
Excited panic pools in Kageyama’s stomach, and he really does not want to be kicked out of the bar for screaming like a little girl. “W-wait! Okay. Truce?”
Hinata makes a show of considering his options, sighing heavily, looking up, and tapping a finger against his chin in faux contemplation. After a beat, he extends his arm.
“Fine. I won’t let you off the hook so easily next time.”
Next time. Kageyama reaches over, finds the hand that he hasn’t held in years, and shakes it.
Though I have met so many amazing cool people here, and other blogs that I think definitely are existing within a kind of 'stardom' now due to the amazing content they put out, these are the OG blogs little Quill looked up to when I was first starting out, before I even made a blog:
@otomiyaa
@ticklishraspberries
@tickles-tea
@ssnicker-doodless
@ticklishdreams
@wigglywormy
@thebest-medicine
@ttickles
@hypahticklish
@spritewrites
@tickle-bugs
@wordstrings
@fanficsandfluff
I had the usernames memorized and would just look them up sometimes to scroll through the most recent posts lol. And of course the very first tumblr blog I ever found, @nhasablogg. I think it was a Maze Runner fic that I had stumbled upon, but it was the first fic where I was like, yes, that's it, that's exactly how I feel about this interest, after years of only having fanfiction.net and deviantart (and occasionally quotev) to rely on. Half the early fandoms I got into I watched/read just because they had fics of that fandom lol.
Hi! D!anon here. So I thought of an idea for you, it’s college!aus, ticklish!Cas and ticklish!Dean. So Cas has been working on a massive project for a class, so he hasn’t been able to hang out with Dean very much. Late one night, he finally finishes the project to Dean’s relief. But then Cas starts in on some more homework. Dean is having none of that so he decides to “persuade” him to come relax and not do schoolwork. Cas relents to Dean’s persuasion, but while they’re cuddling,Cas gets revenge
a/n: changed it to a high school!au because i don’t know anything about college haha
also, i barely proofread this so i apologize in advanced for any mistakes
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Dean had had enough. There was something that was bothering him. It wasn’t the unfinished homework shoved to the bottom of his book bag (which he wasn’t planning on working on), and it wasn’t the fact that his little brother started hanging out with the mischievous trickster of the school (okay, maybe it bothered him a bit, but that’s not the point).
No, it was that… that damn research paper. And it wasn’t even assigned to him.
OKAY BUT KAI HAVING STUPIDLY TICKLISH HIPS IS SO CUTE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE JAY JUST LATCHING ON AND SENDING TICKLISH SHOCKS THROUGH THEM UNTIL KAI IS SNORTING AND SOBBING BUT STILL LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT.
YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW I FELT WHEN I READ THIS. IH MY GOD I FELL TO MY KNEES AND SOBBED IGM NOT DOING OKAY
i present to you this piece on how i feel qbiut this. warm, overwhelming and silly all in a butterflies sort of way
Notes: I got the amazing @tiklart to create a gift for this year which I was hella stoked for, so I present, a Squealing Santa fic that has nothing to do with Christmas but is set IN winter, so that counts for something~ Thanks again to the amazing @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I couldn’t decide on a prompt to pick, so I combined all of them lol. Hope you enjoy, and merry early Christmas!! ^^
Warning for mentions OF sex, but no actual sex occurs
Giftee: @tiklart
Prompts:
(1) “I love the grumpy tropes, where they refuse to admit they are ticklish but obviously are”
(2) “I love ticklish backs”
(3) “Randomly finding out they are ticklish and exploiting it”
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Ship: Eruri
Summary: Levi and Erwin have an unspoken something that both of them are in denial of.
Both of them refused to acknowledge what was happening. It was impossible for them not to know what was going on, of course, but if neither one said anything they could almost pretend like things were still normal.
really getting into the whole "I'm not ticklish" *proceeds to get tickled to death* trope. because I'm really not the most ticklish lee at the beginning of sessions but once I start laughing, I can't stop. the verbal teasing I'm imagining is fucking WACKO.
thinking about the sultry, teasey voice going "oh, you aren't ticklish? you AREN'T ticklish? what's this then?" as my giggles get louder and louder. I'm getting butterflies thinking about it.
Maybe some wolfstar tickle fluff where Sirius finds out that Remus has a stupidly ticklish neck? If not that's fine! Love your fics!
aw thank you!! i don't really see this turning into a full-length fic but i wrote you a little drabble for the idea, i hope you like it!! it's a little ~spicy~ at first but nothing explicit happens and it quickly derails into tickles lol :)
Sirius leans close, warm breath brushing against the collarbone of the boy before him, eyes dark with something like desire.
Remus lets out a shaky breath as the sensation goes from teasing air to deliberate lips kissing at the prominent curve of the bone, before creeping up towards the vulnerable skin of his throat.
The moment should be sexy, enticing, straight out of a wet dream, but Remus feels a giddy nervousness rise up within him as the lips on his neck begin to tickle rather than pleasure him.
The first giggle slips out when long hair drags across his skin, and Sirius pulls back and looks at him with confusion.
"Something funny?" he asks.
Remus, not thinking properly after all the kissing and wandering hands, shakes his head. "Just tickles," he admits, as if telling Sirius Black that information isn't like signing a contract with the Devil.
And the grin that appears on his face is certainly devilish, or at least, that's what Remus thinks before Sirius is back on him in a flash, this time with intent, lips placing quick, sloppy kisses to the left side of his neck, while long fingers scribble across the right.
Remus squeaks, a noise he'll deny for all eternity, and tries to scrunch his shoulders up for protection, but there's no use.
"Oh, Moony, I knew you were ticklish, but I never thought it'd get in the way of such activities!" Sirius croons. "Here I am, trying to make my boyfriend feel good, and he's giggling at me! Can you believe that?"
"I dohon't giggle!" Remus replies, half-heartedly pushing at the other's hands.
"I'm afraid you do, darling, and it is absolutely adorable."
And while the night goes differently than originally intended, it still ends with them both flushed, red-faced, and breathless.
