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Beach Competitions | Oikawa Tooru & Kuroo Tetsurou
Commissioned by @wertzunge
A/N: final commission for Maaaaax! Max, thank you so much for your always kind support and for being so so kind and patient to me! You are an angel ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you again!
Summary: Ah, the beach. The perfect place to relax and have a good time in peace and quiet... right?
Oikawa watched the Nekoma team coming out from a van he thought was way too small and cramped for all of them to fit together. He heard his own teammates giggling and whispering to each other as they saw some of the tallest boys almost tripping on their way out, including Kuroo who yelled and even hit someone on the head out of pure embarrassment. Oikawa had to laugh too and he made sure to tease Kuroo about it through the whole day.
The sun was warm right above their heads. The sea breeze felt good on the skin sticky with sweat. The smell of watermelon mixed with the smell of salt, warm sand and sunblock. Both teams were opening umbrellas and tents, chatting happily, kicking sand between them to blind the other, and mingling together as a little improvised family. All the stress of the third years about graduation and the future was kept locked in a little box that would be opened later, when the daily routine began again.
Meanwhile, Oikawa made sure to enjoy his break to the fullest. He competed in a swimming race against Iwaizumi and Haiba Lev and both Seijoh players lost miserably against Lev’s long legs and arms. Oikawa also joined a funny conversation with Mattsun, Takahiro and Kai Nabuyaki. He was very surprised to see the Nekoma vice-president laughing so much at Mattsun’s jokes, he even apologized for how loud he was being.
Oikawa even timidly approached that little setter, wanting to share some advice and stuff, not before laughing his head off when he saw Kenma’s face and limbs completely white, covered in sunscreen. Kenma, although shy and quiet, did answer Oikawa questions and thanked him for his advice.
Oikawa did many things, but above them all… he challenged Kuroo in every single thing he could think of. Watermelon seed spitting, volleyball, a race, another swimming competition, even sandcastle building. Both captains did their best even when throwing a frisbee, and for everyone else it was a little fun to see them yelling at each other– or at least that was what Oikawa thought as he heard the other's laughter when he and Kuroo almost pulled their hair to prevent the other from reaching the finish line in their third consecutive race.
Unfortunately for Oikawa, each of these competitions ended in an embarrassing tie. No matter how much he sweated and how much his muscles ached, Kuroo always caught up with him. Oikawa hated that, but it also fired him up even more to have such a formidable rival. However, frustrated by the conclusions of his competitions with Kuroo, Oikawa jumped on him and thus began a wrestling match; wet, flushed bodies getting covered in sand with every pirouette they took on themselves, trying to pin the other down.
One moment Oikawa had the lead, but in the blink of an eye, Kuroo was yanking on his arm in a certain way, successfully throwing him to the ground, but then Oikawa would catch Kuroo's leg and turn him over to his original position with his back pressed against the sand.
“Stay still you damned cat!” He screamed, trying to put Kuroo in a necklock.
“You move away and just give up!” Kuroo would yell back and then a bunch of random screams and grunts would fill the air.
“Oi, you two!”
“Dammit!”
Just when Oikawa was going to set the perfect necklock to finally pin Kuroo down, Iwaizumi’s voice unfocused him and he quickly moved away from Kuroo to prevent a terrible and unfair loss to him.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa wined, dragging his tired and hot body towards the rest of the team. “I was about to win!”
“Ha!” Kuroo laughed sarcastically, also breathing heavily as he followed Oikawa. “You wish! I was clearly the one about to win!”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and Matsun, Makki, Kai Nabuyaki and Yaku Morisuke tried to keep from laughing as they gave them both a bottle of sport beverage.
“Yes, yes. Hey, we were thinking,” Iwaizumi said, pointing at the rest behind him. “We got an amazing challenge for you both. This will be the definitive one! Someone has to win, no matter what."
That made Oikawa and Kuroo's eyes shine with excitement.
“What is it?!” Oikawa asked, shaking Iwaizumi's shoulders.
“First, you both will be buried in the sand,” Yaku Morisuke purred and he pointed at two big holes in the sand, perfect for them to fit in. Oikawa frowned. They really had everything prepared, huh?
“Yaku, what are y'all planning?”
Yaku rolled his eyes and Oikawa thought him and Iwaizumi were so alike. “Shut up, Kuroo, and just get in. Or what? Are you a coward?”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Kuroo was already sitting comfortably inside the hole, Oikawa following suit.
When they started to bury them in the sand, Oikawa was thankful they chose a place with a nice shadow, at least it wouldn't be hot while doing whatever game they had in mind. The sand was refreshing against his warm skin, Oikawa thought he could fall asleep at any second. It was strangely comfortable and the sound of the waves lazily crashing against the shore surely lulled him into a peaceful state.
“Sleepy?” Makki asked him playfully and Oikawa grinned groggily. “You can step out, you know? And rest a bit.”
“That would mean that I admit that Kuroo Tetsurou beat me at something and I'm not going to allow it,” he said, loud enough for Kuroo to listen. “It's my honor at stake, Makki."
“Haha, just you wait, Oikawa. No matter what, I'll definitely win this one.”
“Don't be so sure,” both Yaku and Kai said and Oikawa couldn't help but feel a little nervous, seeing the playful look in their eyes.
Oikawa blinked, noticing that they were all buried now, only their head and feet sticking out. He tried to move, but he could barely do so under the weight of the sand. He got a bit more nervous, but still tried to act tough, although he could clearly see Kuroo was also sharing his feelings. Oikawa cleared his throat, but before he could say something, Mattsun spoke up.
“Okay, so this game will be easy… for us at least,” they chuckled and Oikawa felt his ears heating up, for some reason. “This is an endurance test. We'll be tickling you as best as we can. The first one to give up, will be the loser. The one that holds up the most, will be the winner. Easy right?”
“What?!” Both Kuroo and Oikawa yelled and their faces flushed. Any trace of sleep vanished at once.
They both knew that if they complained, it would mean that they were not brave enough to face this challenge, so they both decided to stay silent, or at least, without complaining about this silly and childish idea.
“It's fine,” Oilawa said, trying to look calm. “But why am I having three people to tickle me and Kuroo only two?”
“Hehe, are you jealous? You think you won't take it. You should give up now.”
Suddenly, a little blond head poked from behind Yaku and Kuroo gasped. “Kenma?!”
Kenma looked at him with disgust. Oikawa was wrong, he definitely was more like Iwaizumi. “I don't want to do this either, but I was forced to,” he said, crossing his arms above his chest.
“We hid his phone,” both Yaku and Kai grinned. And with that, they started to position themselves.
At his feet, Oikawa found Makki, Mattsun by his legs and Iwaizumi by his torso. Beside him, Kuroo was also being surrounded: Yaku at his feet, Kai at his legs and Kenma by his torso. Oikawa felt nervous flutters inside his tummy and his body started to tingle in anticipation. How would Mattsun and Iwaizumi tickle him if he was buried like this? He really didn't want to know.
“W-Wait, wait wait!” Kuroo begged, a trace of laughter already lacing to his words. “C-Can I at least laugh?”
“You both can laugh,” Iwaizumi explained calmly. “But if you tap out, Oikawa will be the winner.”
“Keke,” Oikawa cackled mockingly. “Are you admitting you are more ticklish than me, Kuroo? You can give up already if you're so scared!”
“Now.” Oikawa gasped when something dragged up his left sole. His eyes widened when he saw Makki smirking at him with an eyebrow raised. Oikawa gulped. “You should keep your mouth shut for now, Oikawa.”
“H-Hmph!"
“Okay, are you guys ready?” Kai asked, grinning at both captains. “Your safe word is ‘watermelon’”
“So original… ouch!” Yaku whined.
“Okay. In three- now!”
“Hah?! What about two and– fuck!”
Kuroo laughed right away, Oikawa could hear his teammates making fun of him, teasing him about how ticklish he was and that he was definitely going to lose. Kuroo didn't even try to stop laughing, once the dam was broken, there was no coming back; Oikawa knew this very well, that was why he tried to hold back as best as he could, but the tickling to his feet was relentless.
Fingers brushed all along his soles, the sand sticking to his skin only making the sensation worsen, especially when the tickling moved under his toes. A reluctant, wobbly smile stretched his lips as Oikawa tilted his head back, tightly shutting his eyes.
“Hmm? Perhaps Oikawa will be able to win?” Makki said, wiggling his fingers between Oikawa’s toes, making him snort but still no laughter came from his mouth.
“Kuroo over there really is having a hard time, huh?” Mattsun giggled, and Oikawa imagined him looking at Kuroo with that teasy grin of his.
“Kuroo is the most ticklish person I know,” Yaku said, his fingers glued to the exact spot in Kuroo's feet that had him laughing nearly in hysterics. “I'm surprised he even agreed to this.”
“Well,” Iwaizumi said, making Oikawa jump when he poked his cheek. “It's not like we asked them, right?” The rest laughed, but Oikawa could barely hear them over his internal screaming.
“Oikawa is the most ticklish person we know,” Makki said, insistently wiggling his fingers under Oikawa's toes. “But he's holding himself very well.”
Could it really be said that he was ‘holding himself very well’? No matter how hard he tried to move his feet away from Makki's toes, Oikawa could barely move under the weight of the sand. His face was red and hot and it wasn't because of the sun, he was short of breath and if he dared to open his mouth, he knew that his loud and embarrassing laugh would escape.
Thankfully for him, (and Kuroo), the tickling suddenly stopped. They both went limp, breathing heavily and twitching slightly. A well deserved break-
“Just kidding!”
“AHAHAHA!”
Those bastards! Oikawa's laughter came out embarrassingly loud, even louder than Kuroo's. He didn't think Makki would start tickling him all over again– and he knew Yaku was also wrecking Kuroo all over again. Oikawa shook his head, feeling tears of laughter clinging to his lashes as he twisted his feet as best as he could, but it was all useless and his damn laughter wouldn't stop for even a second.
“Okay, time for stage two!”
“Whahahahat nohohow- ahahack! Nohohoho!”
Oikawa didn't notice when or how, but Mattsun on his side and Kai over Kuroo's had dug two holes in the sand around their thighs. The sudden warm touch of hands squeezing his muscles startled him and he squealed before falling into a louder laughing fit, if that was possible. Kuroo was not doing any better, but Oikawa couldn't tell anymore who was laughing the most and the hardest.
“It's a little higher,” Kenma mumbled, instructing how to properly tickle Kuroo's thighs. “It's the upper muscle- ah, right there.”
“KeheHEHEnmaha!”
Oikawa was nearly seeing stars. The safe word almost slipped out between his laughter, but no! He had to stay strong, there was no way Kuroo Tetsurou could win against h-
“AHAHAHAHA! Plehehehease not thehehere!”
“Hehe, time for stage three,” Iwaizumi said, giggling as he buried both hands into the sand. Another two holes directly above Oikawa's tummy. The clawing around his belly button was enough to have him in hysterics.
“KEHEHENMAHAHA! I hahahate yohohou!”
“And I hate your stupid laugh, give up already so I can have my phone back,” Kenma said as he found Kuroo's underarms under the sand. The poor Nekoma boy was losing it as Kai and Yaku giggled maliciously.
Oikawa suddenly thought that he and Kuroo were actually receiving some kind of punishment? It was true that they had been too loud and had accidentally pushed someone several times… He had been exceptionally annoying towards Iwaizumi, complaining about Kuroo all the time and dragging him into his silly games.
“WAHAHATERMEHEHELOHON!”
Yaku, Kai, Kenma, Makki, Mattsun and Iwaizumi all groaned loudly when both boys screamed the safe word at the same time. The tickling stopped and Oikawa and Kuroo were left breathless and laughing themselves silly.
“It seems our plan didn't work out. They'll keep being annoying.”
Oikawa heard them and when he could finally breathe almost normally, he looked over at Kuroo.
“Tr-Truhuce?”
Kuroo looked at him and nodded. “Tr-uce.”
“Hey, you both. It's time you guys stop– oh.”
Exhausted after all their competitions and the tickling on their most sensitive spots, Oikawa and Kuroo finally succumbed to sleep. The other boys laughed and sighed in relief. At the very least, everyone would have a break for at least an hour!
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! tickling#kuroo tetsurou#oikawa tooru#ticklish!kuroo#ticklish!Oikawa#tickle fic#mia's things#mia's commissions#commissions
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The Façade will always fall (Tendou x shy!reader)
Y/N=your name
L/N-last name
T/N=teacher’s name
F/C=favorite color
Background: you are a first year at Shiratorizawa who struggles (quite) a bit with certain aspects of school (essay writing, presentations, being taken advantage of for projects, etc.) and Tendou is a 3rd year and was assigned to be your tutor by the school after the first one had transferred schools for a better basketball program. And you’re in a dance club.
With all of that out of the way let’s get started:
3 MONTHS AGO…
YOUR POV(1st person):
Today felt harder than usual. And by that I mean everything in my day from the small mundane things like getting out of bed and eating breakfast (which spoiler alert I did not do like usual honestly) all the way to the big test I had been grinding study hours for which made me worry I was going to have to get more help from my new tutor that I still haven’t met yet.
We weren’t even halfway through the day when I knew what the outcome of my worst classes would be. Even though I know I’m meeting my new tutor after this class I’m heading to. At least I’m supposed to meet them during lunch which gives me a decent chunk of time to work.
English
The class where I constantly had issues being the one who was too shy to make groups myself and was the one who always ended up doing all the work. Even at some points having to stutter through 90% of the presentation because my groupmates didn’t feel like contributing.
I thought about what sadistic plans my teacher had for our class while I was walking to English whether it was an essay, popcorn reading, or worst of all: group project.
I arrived at my class 2 minutes early as usual and slid unceremoniously into my seat in the middle of the room and took out my book as my peers steadily entered the classroom and also took their seats.
The first 5 minutes of class were normal with us having to write a 2 paragraph composition based on a thought provoking question and us sharing with the class what our answers were. I never wanted to share my opinions out of fear that my opinions and answers would differ from my classmates’ answers.
But right as the teacher was about to call on another student to share when the class phone rang. The teacher sighed as she walked over and answered the phone only conversing for a measly 15 seconds with her only answer being “ok I’ll send her over there now”. The murmurs spread through the class with assumptions of who it could possibly be.
When the teacher finally quenched our need to know who this lucky soul was to be able to leave:
“Ms.L/N you are needed in the office”
“Mrs.T/N may I please return here to retrieve the work later?”
“I’ll see about that, the assignment may be waived entirely”
I walked hurriedly and anxiously towards the office mulling over what the reason could be for me needing to be there.
As I sat and waited in the office I finally heard my name be called by the counselor
I walked in and there was the counselor and sitting across from her is a boy with venetian red hair and a pleasant aura surrounding him.
“Ms.L/N I know you were supposed to meet your tutor during lunch but I thought it would be most beneficial for you to meet him now. Y/N L/N meet your tutor 3rd year Satori Tendou. He will be assisting you for the rest of the year.”
“N-nice t-to meet y-you T-Tendou-san.” I say as I shakily bring my hand out for a shake knowing what’s what I was trained to do. “Well it’s nice to meet you too Y/N-chan! I look forward to helping you out!”
I liked this guy already. Which was rare because 90% of the time people’s first impressions for me were not positive as people thought timid=needs to be infantilized. And he didn’t do that. All he did was show genuine interest in a genuine fashion.
“Great! Feel free to use any empty study rooms in the library. Oh and you will both be excused from your classes for the rest of the day to get acquainted with each other!”
And as they say the rest was history…
PRESENT DAY
“Alrighty Y/N-chan you can do this! I believe in you!”
“I-I don’t know a-about that what if I fail?!?!”
“With research that good it won’t matter how you choose to present it! But if the actual presentation aspect is what’s scaring you, then we can work on that! Besides, I know how excited you’ve been about this topic! You can’t give up now!”
He wasn’t wrong. I had been looking forward to researching and debating the efficacy of certain media types in regards to Ethos, Pathos, Logos in the form of persuasion.
“Why don’t we practice the wording and style of your presentation? I think practicing will help calm your nerves.”
“O-okay. Why music can enhance the efficacy of product advertisement…”
I was just winging it honestly as he looked interestingly at me while I was talking. Not speaking. Just all eyes on me flitting between my face and the computer with my slides.
“...so in conclusion contemporary music is most effective at enhancing the efficacy of product advertisement.”
“Ok that was great! You should probably tweak your introductory title to… aha! ‘Why contemporary music is the most effective advertisement enhancement.’ easy!” He said all of this as he swiftly edited the thesis of the title slide.
“Th-thank y-you T-T-Tendou-san”
“It’s no problem really. It is my job after all.” That was true. He was assigned to be with me and probably had no choice in the matter.
“So just to check again before the end of our session. Are you feeling confident about your presentation?”
“I mean I’m sure it could be better in some way or another but I think I’m ready?”
Now Tendou was NOT an oblivious guy by any stretch of the meaning and was terrifyingly observant.
“Hmm…ok if you say so” he said while squinting at me as if I was sitting across from him while playing among us and was the imposter. Everything about his facial expression screamed ‘this seems sus’
TENDOU’S POV
And with that we parted ways and went back to our dorm rooms respectively. What I had forgotten was we had dorms in the same directions and she had probably not realized that. So I just opted to tail her at a medium distance.
I noticed as soon as she thought I was gone she shifted from walking what people would consider normal and just started…trudging?
Wait
That could only mean one thing. I know that trudge as I did that too throughout my school years. That’s the gait of a person who is trying to look tired but is really just super unhappy.
But that doesn’t make any sense. I never see people harassing or bullying her around the halls or anything. But then again I know nothing about her peers in her classes. At least there’s still daylight and I know her English teacher is still here.
I quickly sprinted back to the classrooms trying to remember which room was T/N’s room.
Turns out I caught her just in time as she was just packing up her equipment.
“Ah good evening Tendou. Can I help you with something?”
“Actually yes! You see the girl I tutor is in your class right before lunch and I know she has a presentation tomorrow. So what I was wondering is if I could come in and watch her present because I know how hard it is for her.”
“Um sure? Which student are you tutoring?”
“Oh. Y/N L/N.”
“Ok fine. I have her presenting 7th overall”
“Sounds great! Thank you so much!”
“You’re very welcome”
As she was saying that I took off towards my dorm and plotted my before-school-interception mission
NEXT DAY BEFORE SCHOOL.
YOUR POV
I was going down the stairs of my dorm when I kind of just…stopped and had a wave of fear overcome me knowing my presentation was in just a few hours.
All I could think about at that point was how everyone was going to laugh at me just like last time and how I’ll fail because it got too overwhelming and I had to go not be bullied and ridiculed again.
But I kept telling myself that I practiced for this and I wasn’t going to let Tendou-san’s help go to waste because of my cowardice.
And looking at the time I realized I would have to run to get there with enough time to serve as a buffer in case something happened.
I got to the hallway where my first class was and sat down to finish up/correct any problems on my math homework since that would be easy.
So just as I finished checking over the first problem I see a pair of feet stop in front of me
“Ohayo Y/N-chan! How are you?” Tendou said as he was bending down so his eyes could meet mine
“O-Ohayo T-Tendou-san. I’m fine just reviewing some math work.”
“Sounds pretty responsible of you. I don’t know many people who just check it over more like doing it for the first time”.
“I just like to make sure I keep my grades up where I can.”
“That’s still very smart” he said as he poked my side
“Eek!”
“Oh my~is my Y/N-chan ticklish?”
Uh oh. Keep cool. Make it seem like you’re NOT flustered.
“U-uh no”
“Really? Cause that sounded like a laugh to me~”
Fuck. Busted big time
“N-no it wasn’t” I was sure this would convince him
But it didn’t
“Well then I’m sure this should be fine then!” As he proceeded to run his fingers up and down my sides
But of course a façade can only stay up for so long
“It’s fine j-just sensitive”
“While we’re at it why don’t you tell me why you seem so mopey recently”
“I-ihihihim nohohohot mohohohopehehey” fuck. Well I knew it was a matter of time
“Really cause last night you seemed kinda down” he said as he switched from just running his fingers up and down my sides to full on tickling me
“Nohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho stahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahap”
“Well well lookie at what we have here~ are you sure you’re not ticklish my little kouhai?”
“Ihihihihihihihihihi hahahahahahahahahave tohohoho keheheheheheheheeheheep workihihihihihing” I kept trying to squirm free from his grasp and try to stop laughing and regain composure
He decided this wasn’t enough to get me to crack and let something slip so he decided to slide his fingers down a few inches to my hips and went WILD with the scribbling and squeezing
“nohoHOHOHO STAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAP PLEAHEHEHEHEHHESE”
“Oh dear it looks like my precious little kouhai can’t handle her tickles to her wittwe hips huh? Are you finally going to tell me why you’re mopey? Or shall I continue?”
“Youhuhuuhuhu cahahahahnt I hahahahahahahahahahave clahahahahahahass”
With that statement he looked up at the wall clock in front of us “oh we have plenty of time~ feel free to keep giggling though it’s like music to my ears. Or you can tell me why you’re sad and gloomy”
“FIHIHIHIHIHIHINE YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN I’LL TELL I'LL TELL”
“Well a deal is a deal” and with that he stopped his incursion of tickles but still held on to my midsection for support in case something happened
“S-so l-last night I-I-I started to doubt my work and I had to think about my group mates and their portions of the presentation and if I-I d-don’t th-the b-b-b-bullying wi-will st-start a-again I” and I couldn’t finish as I choked up and started crying
“It’s ok it makes sense to be nervous and second guess yourself but what’s important to remember is bedtime anxiety decides nothing is good enough and makes everything seem like garbage. As for the other point you brought up about your group; fuck em. They did nothing and therefore deserve the F that is inevitably coming for them. I’m excited to see your hard work payoff and I don’t think they should get any credit.”
“B-b-but what will they think of me!?”
“Who cares because you’re my friend and I’ll be here for you. Just like you’ve been there for me when I was sad. Now the only edit you have to make is take their names off the powerpoint and you’ll be done!” As he said that he slipped my laptop out of my bag and proceeded to do just that. He even was kind enough to put a footnote saying: ‘L/N Y/N’s tutor Tendou Satori has removed the names of the people who contributed nothing to this project (・ω<)’
“Now let’s get your little face cleaned up and get you to math.”
TIMESKIP TO THE PRESENTATION
“Alrighty can L/N’s group please come up?”
And she was interrupted by Tendou slamming the door open and looking at me with something I could only explain as an excited gleam in his eyes and ran to the back of the room.
He sat at the back of the room attentively looking at me and giving a double thumbs up as well as a smile
My group mates came up with me and just as they were exiting their seats the teacher said rather suddenly “oh you three do not need to go up as L/N-san has been separated due to lack of effort on your part. Whenever you’re ready, L/N.”
And with that I started. And I winged my speech just like the day before.
Something about Tendou being there helped. Like it was just the 2 of us in that study room again and no cares in the world.
“…and with that I am happy to leave all of you with the conclusion that contemporary music is the best at enhancing the efficacy in persuading people in advertising.”
There was a dead silence for a second before the room went CRAZY. I heard loud and clear above the crowd Tendou screaming “ENCORE ENCORE! THAT WAS AMAZING”
I wanted to burst into tears from the joy 🥹
TIMESKIP TO LUNCH
“Well well well look at my perfect little kouhai who aced her presentation~” Tendou had said this as he came up to me when I was sitting alone at lunch
“H-how do you already know?!?”
“I have my ways” honestly I wasn’t even gonna question it knowing he was like a wizard basically
“Now why don't I introduce you to my friends from volleyball. I think they would really like you!”
And just like that my love story with him begun.
And that’s how this chapter of my life ended.
#shy!reader#tendou x reader#tendou x you#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x reader comfort#haikyuu tickle#haikyuu!! tickling#ticklish!reader#lee!reader
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i have rotated the thought of bokuto owning a cat in my head a few times
#haikyuu#bokuto#bokuto koutarou#my art#doodle#i think he loves both cats and dogs#but him having a cat specifically tickles my brain#i have more pet doodles but i want to clean them up lol
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I sketched this MONTHS ago and finally decided to go in and finish it teehee
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Commission for our dearest Ginny!! 🤭💖✨ (@otomiya-tickles)
Loosely based on a fic by the lovely Mia
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Thank you so much again for commissioning me! 💖💖
It was a pleasure working on this! ✨
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Uhhh greetings people 0-0 been awhile sorry I’ve been gone….here’s something I started in 2023 and I decided to finish it and post it in 2024-
#Haikyuu Tickles#Lee Nishinoya#Tickling#Gang tickles#Tickle art#Skye’s art#Skye posts#First post in 2024#have a lovely day and or night!
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"i'm sure. i promise."
suna rintaro x reader
summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.
hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol
warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol
a/n: THIS IS MY WORK! TRANSFERRED FROM MY OLD ACC
a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍
this. was. the worst.
to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.
now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.
you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.
you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.
anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.
after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.
a fatal mistake.
she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.
she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.
you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.
though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.
are these the kinds of girls rin likes?
she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny
i wish i could be half as pretty as her
what if rin still likes her?
what if rin doesn't actually love me..?
you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.
you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.
you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.
rinnie <3: where'd u go
rinnie <3: where r u
rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go
rinnie <3: bubs?
rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me
rinnie <3: what did i do
rinnie <3: im sorry
rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u
rinnie <3: r u ok
rinnie <3: WHERE R U
rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go
rinnie <3: BABE
rinnie <3: WHERE R U
There are 83 more messages from rinnie <3. Click to continue!
oops.
you: sorry babe
rinnie <3: WHERE R U
you: i went outside for some fresh air
you: im at the park across the street
the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.
"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.
"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"
"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."
though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.
"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."
you giggled slightly at this.
"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."
he gave you a small smile.
"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."
and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.
"WOAH- rin where are we going?"
"home."
"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"
"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."
"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."
he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."
"right."
there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.
"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."
you smiled softly.
"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.
"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.
"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."
you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.
when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.
"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"
he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"i'm sure. i promise."
#suna#suna rintaro#suna rintaro x reader#haikyuu suna#suna fluff#suna x reader#suna comfort#haikyuu comfort#haikyuu x reader#suna scenarios#haikyuu tickles#suna drabble#haikyuu drabbles
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true love and hug for kenma x lee!reader? thank you for your services ☺️🫡
{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}
But of course friend! :D Thank you for giving me the chance to write for Kenma!
True Love: "I could do this all day." + Hug: "I just want a hug!"
“(Y/N)”
Silence. The only sound coming from you were the small beeps and clicks of your handheld.
“(Y/N)?”
More silence.
“Babe!” Kenma spoke louder, finally getting your attention. “I want a hug.”
You blinked at him slowly, something suspicious. “A hug…?”
“Just a hug.” He insisted, watching you consider. After some time, you opened your arms, letting him crawl in your lap and get comfortable. “Mm..I could do this all day.”
“I bet you could.” You hummed before returning to your game, resting it on his back. For a while, that’s how you two sat, the only sound to be heard coming from your handheld.
Then…
“Eeh!” You jerked when he poked your sides, nearly fumbling the level you were on. “Kenma!”
“What?” He asked, creeping his fingers up your sides one at a time as you twitched and giggled. “I’m just laying here!”
“Yohoohu’re a snehahahak! Ahehahaha, quuhuhhit it! Yohoohohu’re gohahahnna mahahahke me lohohohoose!”
“Good. You can spend more time with me if you lose.” He declared, giggling as you gasped through breathy snickers. “Better yet- try to win whileI tickle you!”
“Ehehehehehvil! Ehehehehevil, I sahhahahy! Aheahhaha, Keheehenma!” You cried out, twisting and dancing in his arms as you struggled to keep your winning streak. “Lehhehet me fihihihinish the lehehehhevel!”
“Finish it then!” He taunted, digging into the sensitive spots along your hips. You all but squawked, dropping your handheld onto the mattress as you grabbed at his hands. The screen read: “Winner!” “Oo, you won! Good job!”
“Yeheahhahah, nooohohohw gehheheheht! Aheahhahah!” Unable to fight you off, you fell back into the pillows, laughing and squealing beneath him as Kenma danced his fingers all over your torso. “Whahahait pleahhahahahhse! Gehahahahahhahaha!”
“Aww, you’re cute! I really could do this all day!” He laughed, kissing his rosy cheeks with the sweetest of smiles. “Let’s play a new game, shall we?”
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k24#tickle#tickle dabble#haikyuu!!#kozume kenma#reader#kenma x reader#fluff#I love writing Kenma so much akjlrjaejkraekjr
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Hey! For the tickletober prompts, how about lee!kenma, ler!kuroo and day 27? Kuroo finds that Kenma can't stand when he tickles him with his mouth (nibbles, kisses, raspberries, etc). Hope you are doing great! 🥰
Tickletober day #27: Hysterical
I think I had a bit too much goofy fun with this one. I haven't watched Haikyuu in 50 years so sorry if characterization is off.
Funnily enough, this req. reminded me of my undying love for Yaku. He was my fave Nekoma player cause shortie hehe/j
Btw this is meant to be timeskip
Hope you enjoy! :D
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Kenma x Kuroo (romantic)
Lee: Kenma
Ler: Kuroo
Warnings: Tickles!
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After a long day of work, what better way to unwind than by having your boyfriend snuggle on your lap while they play videogames? Kuroo could think of a few things. To be honest, he wanted Kenma’s attention, but when blondie was in gamer mode, no god on this earth could stray him from his path. Well… thinking back, there was always a way to get stubborn Kenma away from his game.
The signature cheshire smirk graced Kuroo’s lip as he tightened his hold around Kenma’s waist. He then took a deep breath and…
“GAH! PFFT! KUROO NOHOHO!” his gaming device went flying off his hands as Kenma’s whole body jolted aggresively.
“Aww, still ticklish KenKen?~”
“Don’t call me that- EEP! WAHAIT! STYAHAHAHAP!” the half blonde threw his head back, which frankly inly made it easier for Kuroo to keep nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck.
It was no secret how ticklish Kenma was, it was a prominent trait all throughout childhood. But Kuroo is the only one to know just how much mouth tickles affect him in particular.
“Oh? Then how about here then?~” the rooster head’s teeth grazed along Kenma’s earlobe, earning a dramatic gasp.
“T-THAT’S STILL SO BAHAHAD- AH KUROO‼” Kenma screeched in ticklish glee as he was suddenly pinned on his back, with a smug Kuroo staring down at him with a thirst for more.
“H-hold up! Can’t wehe talk about this?!” the shorter male spewed out through nervous giggles. Even without being touched, he was already a flustered mess.
“Less talking, more laughing~” Kuroo leaned down, his hands latching onto his boyfriend’s sides while he kissed and nibbled that sweet spot below Kenma’s ear, close to his neck. With wiggling fingers and kisses attacking him, Kenma could only do one thing.
“BAHAHA! K-KUROO! YOU AHAHASS! S-STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T!” Kenma’s face was as red as his old volleyball uniform. His brain slowly turning to mush as the overwhelming ticklish sensation drowned him in giddy pleasure.
“But honeyyy, you’re so cute and ticklish~”
At Kuroo’s tease, Kenma let out a high-pitched squeal through his already hysterical laughter. It wasn’t long until his body started to grow tired and stopped trying to squirm away. His laughter dying down to soft hiccups.
“Ahaha- *hic* Kuroo, please..!”
At the cute, breathless whine from his boyfriend, Kuroo finally relented. Opting to lay beside him and hold him close to his chest.
“Better, princess?~”
“Shut up…” Kenma’s voice grew muffled as he burried his face against the taller one’s chest, but Kuroo certainly caught the smile left on his face. Yes, nights were meant to be spent like this.
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#augtickletober2023#tickletober2023#haikyuu#haikyuu tickle#haikyuu tickle fic#kozume kenma#kuroo tetsurou#lee!kenma#ler!kuroo
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congratulations on 1k you’re amazing !!! could you do hinata from haikyuu ???
"you became karasuno's best jumper with feet this sensitive ??"
omg it has been forever since i have tormented this cutie, hasn't it ? ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ kyaaaa i can never get over how totally adorable he is !! he has such an energetic personality, so he should be able to withstand a good amount of abuse, right ? ufufu.
at this rate, tama will probably get kicked from the team for disorderly conduct, huh... (￣ω￣)
please enjoy ! and thank you so much for your continued support !
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I CLICKED THE WRONG BUTTON GOD DANG IT I'M SORRY I UNFOLLOWED YOU FOR A SECOND 😭😭😭
Anyway, I don't usually submit reqs to you bc I know how many you get and how busy you are and I hate to bug you, but I'm hoping if I'm speedy quick about it I might have a chance? 👉🏻👈🏻
Might I humbly ask for lee!kageyama, ler!hinata, and ribs as the tickle spot? Please feel free to pass if you're not up for it! Love your work, keep up the awesome, and have a good week! 💖
Hehe, don't worry! Not bugging at all, please don't say that! I humbly accept your request and I think you'd be happy to know that you were the second ask, yay! Thank you very much and have a good week yourself! And I hope you enjoy this!
“You were the one that said the winner could punish the loser however he wanted!” Hinata said a bit too eagerly, already straddling Kageyama’s hips to prevent him from escaping. Kageyama’s arms were trembling above his head, but he stubbornly tried to keep them up. “I mean… yes, but I didn’t think you’d want to tickle me!”
Hinata giggled and he raised his hands, fingers spread. “Ten seconds. I will tickle you for ten seconds. I’m sure tough Kageyama can stand it, huh?” Kageyama made a sound deep inside his throat that had Hinata laughing as he set the timer. “Only ten seconds. Get ready, I’m starting in one… tw- now!”
“You sahahAHAID THREHEHE!” Kageyama fought the overwhelming urge to pull his arms down as Hinata clawed at his ribs, starting from the lowest to the highest closer to Kageyama’s underarms, those that had him cackling with loud laughter and that Hinata loved to pay more attention. “I hahahate you so muhuhuhuch! Tihihickling is sohoho unfahahair!” Hinata giggled, tensing his legs around Kageyama’s body when he started to buck his hips. “If you keep complaining I will add five seconds more.” Kageyama shrieked, shaking his head. “NOHOHO! I’m sorry! I’m sohohohorry- ahahaha!”
“Okay, eight seconds left.”
“YOU LIHIHAHAHAR! I HAHATE YOU!”
#3 sentence fic#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! tickling#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#ticklish!kageyama#tickle fic#mia's things#mia's drabbles
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Oikawa x fem!artist!reader
You are a current sophomore at a CSU school majoring in Arts.
(V/M/N)=venmo
Y/N=your name (dur)
H/C= hair color
It is currently 8 am and you are very late for your first class.
“NOOOOOO I'm going to be laaaaatttte”
As you run across campus you bumped into a boy with satiny fudge brown hair. Your papers fly around.
“AHHHHHH NOOOOOOO. I’m so sorry.”
You apologize as you grab your papers. The boy stands up and grabs the remaining papers.
“Oh, it's ok,” he said in a Japanese accent.
You look surprised and say in Japanese. “Thank you for helping me”
The boy looks at you and says back “Oikawa”
You run away and smile at Oikawa. “Y/N” you yell back.
“IMA BE LAAAAAAAAAATTE”
Oikawa laughs and sees you run to the Art building.
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You somehow made it to class and began to do your project. You look at your drawing book and begin to draw. The more you draw the more you realized that you end up drawing Oikawa. You look at it and begin to blush.
You yeet the book to the floor and the teacher looks at you in concern.
“Your drawing is looking wonderful Y/N.” The teacher says looking at your drawing in amazement.”Might I ask who was the inspiration behind the drawing?”
You look at her and begin to blush.
“It's… it is just a random person that I met.”
She looks and begins to smile. “The most random things can end up being our greatest accomplishments. I’d love to see this boy looking at the stars or a lake. Good work.”
You look at the drawing again and begin to smile. This was the first time that your Art teacher ever noticed your work.
Classes were over for the day and you began to look for food. As you decided to go for Burger King (A/N rip our BK), you noticed a tall figure you seemed to have recognized. You tap his shoulder and sure enough, it was Oikawa.
“Oh,” you said. “It is you again”
“Well well well if it isn’t the cute art major~ whatcha got there?”
“Oh, this?” You take out your picture, then realize what you are doing. “It’s just a drawing for practicing,”
Oikawa just smiles, not pressuring the obvious that it was him you drew 😏.
“You’re very talented you know!”
“I mean I think I’m pretty mediocre and have a lot to improve on before I’m willing to accept compliments and or commissions”
“Well I think you are good at it and I would pay for your work”
“While that’s very kind of you to say but, there is no reason to blow smoke and flatter me over it”
You obviously know that you always say these things. You never accepted any compliments from anyone. Always trying to find anything that you need to work on. It’s always been your flaw.
“Well it’s amazing”
You looked surprised. Oikawa is looking directly at you.”I know what it’s like to be negative about yourself.”
All you do is nod at him.
“So allow me to tell you everything I like about it”
“I like the attention to detail, your ability to make it look super realistic but ethereal at the same time!”
“I-I m-mean i-it’s the bare-”
“Bare minimum nothing! Your work is still beautiful! In fact, I want to buy it when you’re done so I can hang it in my room!”
“B-but i-it’s not good-”
“Nonsense! You work hard and it’s time you see the value of your work!”
“What’s your price?”
“I-I c-could d-draw a better one i-if y-you w-want”
“Nah I like that one. I’m thinking $200 minimum offer”
“Th-that’s a lot for me to ask you f-for I-I-I m-mean w-we a-are in college”
“It’s fine, but now I wanna pay a minimum of $250 and every time you insult your work I’m raising my offer by $50”
“Damn it. Seriously why me though? There are so many more talented artists in my class alone who could do much better, much faster, and much prettier”
“$300. I’ve seen their art and honestly doesn’t speak to me. Their best work pales in comparison to your ‘worst’ work like you say that piece is just for practice but it still looks waaaaay better than a lot of people’s best work. And honestly, it makes me excited to see what you can do at your fullest potential. Which is why I’m willing to invest in you. And now my offer went up to $350”
“While that’s very nice of you I still believe that I’m not very good and that I have a long way to go before I get to the level I want to be”
“So how long does it normally take you to draw stuff like this?”
“Uh like, 2 days tops?”
“Great! See you can make cool things in the blink of an eye which probably means the stuff that takes you a while is better than historical art right!?”
“Y-you d-do m-make kind of a good point there I guess more time does typically mean higher quality work”
“See now you’re starting to get it! How much longer do you think?”
“Well that depends on if you want a clear protective coating or not”
“The coating sounds cool but how long will that take?”
“Well if I coat it, it will take an extra 45 minutes but without it, I’d guess 2 more hours since I am barely finishing the line art and still have to do flat colors, shadows, highlights, and a light glitter coat for an enhanced highlight effect”
“Sounds great! Say do you have any more classes today?”
“No, but do you?”
“Nah and I’ve got no practice today either so I could honestly spend the whole time with you and that makes me happy”
I blushed and looked down twiddling my thumbs and stammering when
Out
Of
No
Where
He leaned over and kissed my forehead
“Let that be a little symbol of my faith in you and your work”
I blushed HARDER and picked up one of my skin-toned markers for the base color and swiftly got to work being careful not to miss any part and be able to blend and looked up periodically to make sure I was getting the color right
“You look like you’re gonna kill someone,” he said while giggling
“I’m just in th-the z-zone right now a-and I g-gotta get the colors right”
“Oh makes sense. So uh… what’s being an art major like?”
“It’s not like people think it is, sometimes we gotta draw naked people and that’s kinda awkward. I d-don’t know if y-you can tell b-but I’m not that great at conversations”
“That’s totally cool, I don't mind! Do you do any extracurricular activities? Like I'm in volleyball here for example.”
“Oh uh…I’m on the dance team b-but i-it’s not that special”
“That’s so cool! I envy what you guys are able to do!”
“O-oh um th-thank y-you”
LE TIMESKIP
“Phew, that took a while! Now for the clear coat”
“Wow, it looks amazing Y/N-Chan!!”
“It’s not all the way done yet silly!”
“Are you excited to commission for the first time in a while?”
“I guess but if I’m being honest I didn’t think about it at all”
“What's your Venmo Y/N?”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“I wasn’t kidding about paying you $350 now tell me your Venmo before I make you”
“You seriously don’t have to pay I’m happy to give it to you for free! It was originally supposed to just be for practice anyway”
“Well Y/N you leave me no choice but to force it out of you”
He walked up to me and the closer I got the more I realized how smol I was
Then he grabbed my wrists (gently though what a gentleman) and twirled me around 180° into his back and put his chin on my head
“Last chance Y/N what’s your Venmo before I make you give it to me. I’m not letting your hard work go unrewarded or unpaid”
“That’s so much though for something not that great! I’ll take $10 and no higher”
“Oh how tragic, I’m still paying you the $350 and giving you a little extra something on top of that because you still aren’t understanding your worth and I’m gonna use you being in my arms to teach you that lesson” and he said this with a smirk on his face
He then walked us both out to his car, us and all our shit in tow.
And once we were both inside the car he started peppering kisses on my forehead and cheeks with his fingers interlaced with mine only to then nuzzle my nose with his and then he started talking again:
“I’m barely getting started but are you flexible by any chance?”
Weird question but ok
“Uh y-yeah, why?”
“Can you try to put your wrists through the headrest?”
“Y-yeah, n-nothing b-bad is gonna h-happen r-right?”
“Of course not! Think of it as me showing you how great your artwork is detail by detail!”
He then raised the headrest and gave me time to slide my wrists into it to see if they would fit
That is
Only for him to lock it around them within 5 seconds of me putting them in the smallish opening
“Haha! Now I can show you and see you smile as I compliment your work! Why don’t we start off with the details of the face? I don’t even think a camera could possibly do justice to how I look but you did!”
He then proceeded to kiss all over my face and when he started butterfly kissing all over my nose he was kind enough to push my glasses up so he wouldn’t accidentally smudge my glasses {ayo where the fellow glasses peeps at~red}
“The hair detailing is just– FLAWLESS I love how much it captures what a perfect hair day looks like! So well done there!” and as he says that he starts ruffling my hair and then there was a fun little series of head pats and re-smoothing my hair as well as curling my H/C around his finger while looking into my eyes
“I d-don’t understand why y-you’re b-being s-so k-kind t-to m-me”
“Gotta make up for you not being kind to yourself Y/N, and I’m gonna make you love and feel proud of your hard work!”
He then reclined the seat back a good amount and climbed over to be directly in front of me
“Wouldn’t want you straining your neck right?”
He then carefully put the image I drew of him on the back seat and smiled at me before running his fingers up and down my entire torso
“I guess we should move this out of the way shouldn’t we?”
He then pushed my shirt up and tucked it under my bra line
“That’s much better! Wow, I can kinda see some little abs there! How cute! I gotta see how strong they are!”
He started speedily fluttering his fingers all over my ever so slightly defined 4-pack and I started trying to hide my blushing face
“Aww don't hide your cute face from me! That’s so mean Y/N-chan!”
“Waihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihait pleaheheheheheheheehehehehehehehese nohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho. Ihihhihiihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihit’s uhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhugleheheheheheheheheehehehehehehehehehy”
“ *GASP* HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT Y/N-CHAN!! YOUR FACE AND TUMMY ARE CUTE!”
And he started tickling me with his nails going up and down my torso, front and back while I squirmed and squealed with laughter and delight and tried my hardest not to blush as this tall handsome playboy of a man was just cooing at me like I was a little baby
“Who’s such a cutie with a cute tummy? You are! No- don’t you try to hide or argue you are cute!”
And then he moved his hands up to my armpits and it was fucking over for me
“waihaihaihaiHAIAHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE NOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRE I’IHIHIHIHIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO ANYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHNG”
“Anything you say? Well then, you just have to say 3 simple things: that your art is worth the price I offered, that you’ll accept the amount, and that you’re adorable. Can you do that for me? If you can I’ll let you go, but if you don’t you get an extra 5 minutes before I let you try again”
“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY”
“Great now say it!” he had slowed down the merciless tickling and brought his hands down to the area around my belly button
“Myhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy ahahahahahahahahahrt ihihhhihihihihihhihihihihs wohhohohohohohhohohrth the threhehehehehehehehe fihihihihihihifty ahahahahahahahahahahahahand I’hihihiihihihihihihil ahahahahahahacehehehept ihihihiit”
“Aaaaaaaand?”
“I’hihhihihihihihihihihihihihihim adohhhohohhhhohohohohohohohohrable”
“Good girl!” he finally stopped but before he did entirely he booped my nose and gave me a kiss as well as a raspberry on my tummy
“Now. what’s your Venmo? Or do you use cash app?”
“Venmo”
“So what’s your Venmo?”
“(V/M/N)”
“Perfect.”
He then, while still having me in straddle btw, got on his phone and got onto Venmo and sent it to me
Then he put his phone away and looked at me again
“You’re so pretty you know that?”
“I-I-I uh-uh-uh I-”
“Well in case it wasn’t clear to you before you are beautiful. It does not matter what you say I still don’t think you are capable of ever being lackluster whether in looks or talent”
And before I could even refute him he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me very passionately.
As his lips slowly detached from mine, he also released my wrists from their locked position under the headrest.
“I know this is going to seem strange but… will you go on a date with me?”
“Would it be strange if I said yes?”
“Absolutely not my dear Y/N”
might make a part 2 maybe not
IDK
~Red
#oikawa x reader#lee!reader#ler!oikawa#haikyuu!! tickling#ticklish!reader#artist!reader#haikyuu x reader fluff#college au#CSU x anime-fics
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That Darn Cat
Author's Note: So sorry for the very, very, very late upload and me being almost nonexistent on this website. In short, a bunch of life changes happened, and I 1000% don't get paid enough to do as much work as I have to do.
Thanks for being so patient with me. This a sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby and is a product of my brain just going feral. If that what it takes to write fics, then that's what it is, I guess.
Tagging @myreygn @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart and a special shoutout to @parker-fluff for being my test subject to @italeean (I hope this is a nice wake up call Elle).
It was no secret that Tsukishima was an observant person. Both on and off the court, his teammates and friends know that although he doesn’t say much, he’s always watching and thinking. Thus, it came to no one’s surprise that he had picked up on a substantial amount of Kuroo’s likes, dislikes, routines, and habits in the few months they had been dating.
Despite the latter’s mess of a hairstyle, Tsukishima had found that he loves running his fingers through Kuroo’s hair and scratching at the base of Kuroo’s neck; his boyfriend, of course, loves it too. He adores the way Kuroo melts into his touch and how Kuroo hums under his breath, recording these little moments in his heart to be played over and over again until the day comes when he can’t remember.
Tsukishima isn’t the kind of person for grand gestures. He shows his love through small, handcrafted gifts made from the leftover scraps from Yamaguchi’s many art projects, daily updates about what he’s doing, sending pictures, finding scented candles that remind him of his loved ones, and reminders about important dates like quizzes and doctor’s appointments.
But lately, Tsukishima notices that the third year’s replies to text messages and phone calls decrease in frequency. It’s not as if he doesn’t understand. Third years have college entrance exams, plus his duties as a volleyball captain with a team going to nationals. He has his own exams and volleyball practice to attend to. Sure, he wants Karasuno to beat Nekoma if given the chance, but he plans on giving his boyfriend a needle-felt cat and maybe a kiss, no matter the outcome.
Instead of mourning the time he’s losing and whining to his boyfriend to pay attention to him, he finds himself worried about Kuroo because he knows that trying too hard not to let go is like trying to hold onto wet sand. And, yet part of him is still insecure because this is his first relationship, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. He has a small but strong support system, but they’re people who know the deeper parts of him that he hides behind walls.
After blurting these fears out loud on accident while talking with Kenma to double-check if his observations are correct, Tsukishima finds himself with a free bus ticket to Tokyo. During the many hours it takes to get from Miyagi to Tokyo, he can’t help but think he’ll see a side of Kuroo that he’s never seen before.
Regardless, he wants the latter to open up to him and show him every side, the bad, the sad, the ugly, the calm, the cheerful, and everything in between. In time, he hopes to do the same.
This afternoon, on the rare day that Kuroo takes a break from studying, his boyfriend is practically sprawling on top of Tsukishima’s lap while Tsukishima runs his fingers through the former’s hair.
“I want, uh, want to do something for you,” Tsukishima says, his face heating up a little as he breaks the silence in the room.
“Hmm?” Kuroo mumbles in response, “But you already do so much for me, love.”
Tsukishima debates hiding his face behind his hands. He absolutely adores how Kuroo still makes him feel like a giddy little kid, as surprising as it is to imagine him that way (Yamaguchi won’t stop making fun of him, not that he minds).
“I know…” He takes a deep breath and leans down to plant a kiss on the back of Kuroo’s neck. “You’ve been really stressed lately, and I just want to help relieve your pain in any way I can.”
Kuroo pushes himself up on his forearms so he can look Tsukishima in the eye. Kuroo’s gaze is filled with such warmth and understanding that Tsukishima falls in love with him over and over again. No matter Tsukishima’s limited and feeble attempts to comfort his boyfriend, Kuroo always treats him with such kindness and grace, letting him warm up at his own speed. He admits that opening up again is hard, but he’s willing to do it for Kuroo.
“All right. What do you want me to do, then?”
Tsukishima bites his lip. Okay, maybe he hasn’t thought this through enough. He tries to think of something, anything that he can do to erase the tension lines in his lover’s face and the stiffness in his lover’s shoulders, until a small voice in the back of his mind has him fighting back a smirk. “Can you lie down on your stomach?”
“Like this?” Kuroo asks, stretching himself out on Tsukishima’s bed with his arms crossed over his head.
Tsukishima slings his right leg over Kuroo’s body and sits down on his butt.
“Ooh. I think I’m going to like this.”
This time Tsukishima actually smirks now that Kuroo can’t see him. He expects his boyfriend to squirm or even at least twitch when he squeezes Kuroo’s sides. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a loud shriek followed by rapid giggling. “I’m just trying to give you a back massage, darling. Won’t you be good and stay still for me?”
The only response he gets is a shaky fuck off.
“Tch. I guess someone better teach this naughty cat a lesson.” He grins at the way Kuroo immediately starts squirming at his words. “Oh? The flirty tom cat can’t take what he dishes out. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to behave.”
Okay.
Tsukishima knows he should feel a little guilty, but his boyfriend’s squeaks and snorts of protest as his drums his fingers on Kuroo’s sides. But he loves the way the latter shakes his head from side to side, making his bed hair even messier than usual. Scratch that, he kind of loves everything about the figure cackling even harder than Tsukishima had been before when he skitters up Kuroo’s ribs.
“Naaahaahahat there,” the latter begs, trying to grab Tsukishima’s hands.
Kuroo fails every time.
“Hmmmmm?” he says while alternately poking each side of his lover’s ribs just to see him jump. “Then…how about here?”
The cackling gets replaced by a long howl that’s almost painful to his ears.
Good.
He snickers. “Attention neighbors of this small apartment with hopefully thick walls, I need to report a murder. Cause of death some fingers resting on a set up very, very, very ticklish underarms.”
Leaning down next to Kuroo’s left ear, Tsukishima asks, “Left, right or both.”
And he thought his boyfriend was a little sadistic when Tsukishima was getting tickled the last time.
“FUUHUCK,” Kuroo screams, his arms clamped to his sides.
“Oh, it can’t be that bad. I’m not even doing anything.” Tsukishima squints at the shiny dot on his lover’s face. “Wait? Is that a tear I see?”
Kuroo whines.
Tsukishima, with some strength he didn’t even know he had, flips the latter over and pins Kuroo’s hands over his head. “Nope. That absolutely won’t do. I want to see that cute face of yours.”
It takes everything in him not to coo at his boyfriend on the spot as he looks down with a soft smile on his face. Kuroo’s face is flushed, more so than any match he’s seen him in. He relishes the way Kuroo tries in vain to hide his face in his arms. Even the bright red color of his ears matches his face.
Kuroo is so hot like this.
Another squeak of protest breaks the silence.
Tsukishima’s smirk returns at the sound. “Sounds like someone is a fan of that.”
“Nohohoooo.” Kuroo replies, now giggling and squirming from anticipation.
“Now, raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”
“WHAT,” his lover squawks, mouth agape.
He plants a kiss on Kuroo’s forehead. “You heard me love. Or…do I need to do something a little more drastic?”
“I-Ihii…whaaa…?” Kuroo replies, his face growing redder and redder by the second.
“Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry I have an even better idea for you.” He uses one hand to pin both of his lover’s wrists and uses the other hand to grab the latter’s chin so they’re looking at each other. “Please move dow-no, you will move down so I can sit on those pesky arms of yours.”
Somehow Kuroo’s face grows even redder at the command but scoots down like he’s told, albeit while glaring at Tsukishima. Nope. Tsukishima is definitely not proud of himself for that one. Not at all.
Turning around, yet still keeping a strong grip on Kuroo’s wrists, he uses his right leg to pin his boyfriend’s right arm and his left leg to pin his boyfriend’s left arm until he’s more or less just kneeling on them. “Yes…Yes, this is much better,” he says with a low hum that rumbles in his chest.
Kuroo pouts up at him. It’s so fucking adorable that Tsukishima wants to take a picture, so he does as the former only pouts harder at the action. “You don’t want to bully your poor boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t do something like this to him, would you?”
“Sorry, dear.” He uses his right hand to massage circles onto the base of Kuroo’s neck. The all-familiar hum follows as he moves up the back of the latter’s head and kneads on his scalp.
Once Kuroo is sufficiently relaxed, he digs a single finger into the center of Kuroo’s right underarm. His lover almost leaps off the bed with a high-pitched squeal. It’s music to his ears.
“SHIHIIT,” Kuroo screams before breaking into desperate laughter and flopping around like a fish out of water.
“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tsukishima teases, “It’s just one little finger. How bad could it be?”
“IIIHIIT’S BAAHAHAD." His boyfriend’s legs wave back and forth in a frantic matter, reminiscent of something straight out of a horror movie.
Kuroo has many sides, sides that Tsukishima has yet to see, but he thinks this might be his favorite. In everyday life, both on and off the court, his lover is calm, cool, and poised. This side of Kuroo is a wild beast he can’t wait to tame. He wants to learn which buttons he can push, and perhaps what his boyfriend will do in return.
“Hmm? I don’t know. I think you can get more desperate than this. I guess we’ll just have to see, then.”
“FUUHUCK OFFF!” Kuroo tries to hiss but it ends up sounding like the high-pitched sound of a tea kettle going off.
Tsukishima settles into a rhythm. Alternating between left and right with a single finger right in the center has Kuroo practically wailing. Spidering around the edges until little hiccups and snorts start to filter through his lover’s laughter. Raking his fingers from the middle of Kuroo’s ribs up to the bottom of his biceps makes him blubber and babble like a brook filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes.
And, once Kuroo almost gets used to the pattern, he wiggles all five fingers into each underarm which has the former straight up screaming like he’s being murdered.
After the nth round of this routine, because Tsukishima has all but forgotten…oops, Kuroo’s begging and pleading becomes incoherent.
“FUUHUHUUU! NGHHHH! NAAAAA MOHORE!”
“Really, more?” Tsukishima asks. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”
Tears stream down his boyfriend’s face as his laughter finally goes silent. “I…c…an’t…”
“Okay. Okay. I think you’ve had enough, silly,” Tsukishima replies with a chuckle, crawling off Kuroo’s arms and helping the latter sit up. Biting his lip, he says, “I didn’t take it too far, did I?”
“What!” Kuroo squawks, waving his hands in front of his chest and then covering his face with his hands. “No. no. I…uh…kindoflikedit.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Say it again.”
Kuroo tries to hide his face in his hands again. “Nooooo,” he whines. “You already heard it once. I’m not saying it again.”
“Oh come on,” Tsukishima says, bending down to give his boyfriend another kiss, “Be good and tell me again, clearly this time. I want to hear every word.”
Another sound akin to a wheezing kettle comes out of his lover’s mouth. “Oh. My. God. You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“But I can, and I will,” Tsukishima replies. He could get used to this. Kuroo all flustered for him. “Now say it.”
“Nooooooo.”
“I’m waiting.”
“...Fine.” Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I. Liked…it.”
“Well…I guess that makes two of us, then,” Tsukishima peppering Kuroo’s face with kisses until his boyfriend is giggling.
“As long as I get to get my revenge, of course.” Kuroo reaches over to squeeze Tsukishima’s thigh just to hear him squeak.
If he was a different person, he would be pouting, but he settles on prying his lover’s hands away from his face and planting a kiss upon his lips.
“But…We need a safe word or something, so we know for sure if we go too far,” Kuroo says after their lips part, his voice coming out more breathy than normal.
“Mhmm. Yeah. I don’t want to actually kill my boyfriend.”
Kuroo glares back at him in a playful manner. “Based on today, you’re sure as hell going to get as close to that as possible.”
“You love me anyways,” Tsukishima replies while pulling Kuroo into his arms.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
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Kuroo is probably very good at his office job, but like, what if he wasn’t, and then his coworkers tied him up and tickled him??? What if that happened huh?? I love stupid fantasies like this. Tickling can be a punishment for anything and everything.
Also I was too lazy to draw four random office worker lers so you’re going to have to deal with nonsensical floating arms
#ticklishfanart#haikyuu tickling#lee!kuroo#he’s so hawt#love him#I want him to be tickled in every situation#this is kinda suggestive huh#spicy#just in case#I mean look at those tight tight pants
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~ Now what did we say about those gaming all-nighters? 🙃
~ Nohoho! 🤣
~ Exactly 👌😎
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Just a little time-skip thingy I had lying around for a while 🙃🥰
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[Drabble Reupload] - The requested IwaKage drabble, recovered thanks to the wonderful @wertzunge! Warning, this was probably written around 2016/2017, very old, very bad. Hope you still like it anon!
“Pfft… hey, wake up, you’re tickling me…!” Kageyama huffed when a certain tingly feeling around his stomach area woke him up. He was tangled up in Iwaizumi’s embrace as the small spoon, with Iwaizumi hugging him from behind and both his hands positioned on Kageyama’s bare stomach beneath his shirt.
A comfortable position, until Iwaizumi had started to move his fingers around, enough to tickle Kageyama out of his precious sleep.
“Hmmphh...” Iwaizumi replied in his sleep, not even waking up because of Kageyama’s giggly protests and his squirming movements.
No, he increased the movements of his fingers.
“I-Iwaha-stop!” Kageyama threw his head back, colliding with Iwaizumi’s shoulder and he arched his back, but Iwaizumi’s fingers skittered their way up his bare abs, wiggling, scratching and feeling around curiously.
He had always known Iwaizumi was a deep sleeper, but this was just insane.
“Wake uhup I c-can’t sleep like thihis!” Kageyama whined, and even though he continued to squirm, he knew he was helpless against Iwaizumi’s strong grip.
“PFahah-H-Hahajime!” Kageyama cackled, and he arched up again, his arms helplessly moving around in order to fight off his tickly boyfriend. But to no avail.
Even while sleeping, Iwaizumi was just too strong. “Stoohohop!” Kageyama whined, and he gazed at the alarm clock. Still only 4 in the morning. Shit, he had a looog way to go… Once morning light came, and Iwaizumi’s beautiful eyes opened, Kageyama was a mess.
“Hey. Goodmorning,” Iwaizumi hummed, still oblivious, and he gulped when Kageyama turned his head towards him, showing the bags under his eyes and his flushed cheeks. His heaving body was shaky from laughing and giggling so much, and his arms were hanging weakly beside his body, having given up their fight one hour ago already.
“What happened?” Iwaizumi asked, and he gulped when Kageyama tightly gripped his hands which were still positioned on Kageyama’s waist - the tickle spot he had been exploiting the last couple of minutes before he woke up.
“Nothing!” Kageyama growled, throwing off Iwaizumi’s hands so he could finally sit up and gather his breath, his body still felt tingly all over and his muscles ached from laughing and squirming so much.
“You’re unbelievable,” he panted, and he failed to climb out of bed due to his exhaustion, and he fell back next to his boyfriend who yawned and stretched out with a content smile.
“Looks like you had a tough night, love. Hey but guess what? I actually dreamed I tickled you to death, and you loved it,” Iwaizumi said lovingly while he nuzzled the back of Kageyama’s neck.
“Huh?!” Kageyama lifted his head momentarily before collapsing again, making tired and whiny noises.
“Care to make this reality for me?” Iwaizumi said, and Kageyama’s eyes widened and he sputtered in protest when his lover was climbing over him already.
“N-No you see- while you were asleep you acutally -nohoho Iwahahaizumi let me tahahalk! Not agaain!” And still not knowing he already wrecked his poor boyfriend during his lovely dream, Iwaizumi once again took the pleasure of tickling Kageyama into a laughing mess.
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