#blue lock tickle

[ticklish-n-stuff]

We need some ler bachira up in here don't you think sis?

Please remember to take care of yourself, though! Love ya <3

Tickle monster

WAHAHA! First blue lock fic! :D

I'm a bit nervous but I like how it turned out! Aside of being insane over Bachira, I'm also mentally ill for Rin so I decided to make him the lee uwu. He's just so wreckable!!!

Anyways I hope this is alright!

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Bachira x Rin (uhh...)

Lee: Rin

Ler: Bachira

Warnings: Tickles!

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Ever since Bachira got separated from Isagi, it's been hard to uhh... indulge in certain moods he gets. But today it was a really bad one, his fingers were itching to make someone squeal in laughter. Plus, this was a good way to get closer to his new roomates, right...? Well they surely fit up to the weird standards, I'm sure a bit of tickling won't hurt.

The first one to come to mind was Aryu as he was the most easygoing one, but to Bachira's surprise he wasn't ticklish?!

"Sorry to dissapoint, that wasn't very glam of me" were his words, but no hard feelings. Bachira just had to pick another target! It can't be that hard, right?... Right?

The next one was Tokimitsu. He was constantly at the verge of cardiac arrect, so he had to be ticklish, right? Don't ask how Bachira reached that conclusion. Speaking of reaching, he slowly snuck up behind Tokimitsu and gave his sides a surprise squeeze. "Gotcha!~"

"GYAH!! B-Bachira!...".

Bachira's ears perked up at the squeal, thinking he had finally hit the jackpot, but it was simply just Tokimitsu getting startled. Once the intial shock passed, he didn't react to the brunnette's pokes and prods. Guess all that muscle ain't just for show.

"Huh, I'd for sure thought you'd be ticklish...".

"Ehehe sorry... but, why did you want to tickle me?".

"Oh well that's simple! I just find it a lot of fun to make others laugh~ But so far, I've been unsuccessful with you and Aryu..." Bachira sighed in defeat.

"Umm... h-have you tried tickling Rin?".

"No, but I doubt someone as serious as him could be ticklish".

"Well, you'll never know until you try...~".

"Hmm...".

Bachira stood by the doorway, observing Rin doing his usual stretches after practice. He was even shirtless but... could sour puss Rin actually be ticklish? There's only one way to find out.

"Hey, Rin-chan! What'cha doing?~".

"What's it look like?" Rin didn't even bother to look up at him, his whole focus on his yoga poses.

Bachira only chuckled at the blunt reply, watching his movements with interest. Rin merely glanced at him, but didn't care to shoo him away. He then did a more complex pose, making the brunnette gasp in awe.

"Wow! You're really good at this, Rin-chan! You didn't even falter at all~" Bachira praised him as he absentmindedly ran his finger down the exposed spine.

The sound that came out of Rin's throat was almost unrecognizable, it was like he chocked on air as he came tumbling down to the ground. But to Bachira, that could only mean one thing...

"Hey, Rin-chan, would you happen to be ticklish?~" Bachira asked innocently as he crouched down to where Rin was. What he wasn't expecting was for the stoic boy's cheeks to heat up from the question.

"Don't ask stupid things..." Rin tried to brush him off, but Bachira was too stubborn for his own good.

"So... will you laugh if I do this?~" the brunnette let out a 'lil giggle as he reached out to lightly squeeze at Rin's hip.

"Ah—" he let out a loud gasp, his entire body instantly tensing up. Bachira looked down at him with a mischevious grin. "Bachira I swear—" but before Rin could finish his threat, Bachira straddled his waist. His fingers quickly worming their way to the bare sides and toned stomach.

"Look at that! You're so ticklish, Rin-chan~" Bachira cooed down at him as Rin wriggled under him. Trying and failing to hold back his reactions.

"Mhph...!" he didn't even dare open his mouth, as that would unleash all those embarrassing sounds he's trying to desperately hide.

"C'mon! I'm not stopping till I hear you laugh~" Bachira crawled his fingers up to Rin's ribcage, softly digging between them.

"Gyah-!" Rin arched his back slightly, his eyes widening as soft titters started to slowly spill out. "Hngh... B-Bachira...".

"Oooh I must be getting close to a sweet spot, huh?~ I wonder..." then his hands finally reached Rin's armpits, and that's when the damn broke.

"W-WAIT! PFFT! AHAHAHAHA!" Rin cackled out like a madman, playfully kicking his legs out from behind. As he clamped his arms down with all his might, but that only kept Bachira's fingers trapped against the sensitive spot.

"Well now I can't get out! Guess all I can do now is... tickle tickle tickle!~".

Rin squealed in ticklish glee from the tease. He threw his head back in hysterical laughter. It was very pleasing watching the usual stoic player with bright, red cheeks and giddy smile.

"S-STAHAHAPH!".

At that, Bachira seemed to snapped out of his tickle monster trance. As fun as it was to watch Rin laugh himself silly, he didn't wanna torture the guy. So he quickly slipped his hands out from his armpits and got off of him.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I took it too far..." Bachira felt a bit guilty, what if now Rin hated him?

After catching his breath, Rin stood up to meet Bachira's eyes. Even though his face was back to it's usual stoic demeanor, there was still a slight, pink blush left on his cheeks. "It's fine... it wasn't so bad..." he mumbled out.

The words caught Bachira off-guard, did Rin actually enjoy that?! He didn't tell him to stop 'till he had reached his limit and now he says that?! Bachira's face lit up with joy, causin Rin to glance away, trying to hide his growing blush.

"Maybe we could do this again~".

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[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 10: Ghost

Summary: Rin loves scary movies, and Bachira loves his boyfriend, so he swallows his fear for a, hopefully, fun date night. It doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,286

Someday I will write ler Bachira, but that day is not today. I'm happy for the opportunity to finally get to write Rin tho (expect an Isabachirin fic soon)! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Rin-Rin!" Bachira called, and that was the only warning Rin had before his boyfriend was barreling towards him, running and jumping onto his back.

"Get off," he hissed, prying at the hands that clung to him like a koala bear.

Slipping off of him, Bachira reattached himself at his side with a wide smile, "Hey."

With a pained sigh, he peered around the hallway to be sure they were alone. They were open about their relationship, but he preferred for them not to be so affectionate in public, not that there was ever much privacy in Blue Lock. 

"What do you want?"

"Let's go on a date!"

That brought the faintest flush to Rin's face as he nodded. "Fine. Where?"

"Come to my room tonight. I got it all to ourselves."

"Alright. I'll see you then," he brushed back Bachira's hair and kissed his forehead. "I have to get back to training."

Bachira wrapped his arms around Rin's neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss, then skipped away with a wave. "Bye Rin-Rin!"

He only just rounded the corner when Isagi's teasing voice rang out, "You two are cute."

"Huh? How long have you been here?"

"Well," Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "I was coming by, but I didn't want to interrupt you guys, so…"

"That's okay. Thanks for letting us have the room."

"Of course, what are you guys doing anyway?"

"Hmm…" Bachira shrugged. There wasn't really anything romantic to do in Blue Lock if they didn't pay for a day out. "I don't know. Watch a movie, maybe?"

"Oh, Rin likes horror movies doesn't he?"

"He does?" He had never mentioned that to Bachira before.

"I think so. He got excited when we were talking about the new Earthworm Man movie."

"Thanks Isagi, but I have to go get everything ready now!"

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Rin couldn't help the small smile that graced his face when he entered the room.

Bachira, bright-eyed and messy haired, peeked out from beneath his makeshift blanket fort, waving animatedly. 

"What's all this?" 

"The perfect setting for our date!" He grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "I even bought this!"

"Why do we need that?"

"To watch a movie. I found an American one I think you'll like."

Walking closer, Rin squinted at the screen, smile widening at his choice. "That sounds good."

It was awkward, getting onto his knees and shuffling into Bachira's fort, but it was worth it when he was greeted by a loving embrace and sweet kiss. 

Bachira's hands wrapped around his waist, pressing his body against Rin's, who ran his hands through Bachira's hair, pulling at the strands that were soft and lovely and smelled like vanilla. 

Bachira's lips were pillowy against his own, and Rin found himself sinking deeper and deeper, breathing the same breath, skin moulding into each other as his hands cupped his cheeks, so soft and warm that Rin felt the heat pooling into his palms.

Breathless, Bachira finally pulled back, tired and smiling, laughter on his tongue. "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah," he was fully smiling now, "Yeah. I guess we should."

They cuddled up together, Rin laid against Bachira's chest, haphazardly balancing the phone on his stomach as the movie began. 

It wasn't… that bad. At least, it was better than Bachira thought it would be.

He never watched any horror movies, not since the ones he saw as a child that gave him nightmares. But that was years ago. He thought he'd outgrown those childish fears, and, just in case, he'd even picked a movie that sounded more funny than scary. After all, who would be scared of a haunted VHS tape?

Bachira. Bachira was scared.

But he was doing a fairly good job at hiding how every second of this film made his skin crawl and how badly he was waiting for a, hopefully peaceful, end. Except for flinching at the occasional jumpscare, he'd smile whenever Rin glanced up at him and nod along to his commentary—Rin-Rin always took everything so seriously. 

Eventually, it seemed he couldn't stop his nerves from getting the best of him.

"Bachira," Rin spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at him with those big, beautiful, concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"

Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to reassure his boyfriend, he realized that he was shaking.

Oh. That wasn't good.

"Bachira," Rin repeated, sitting up and twisting to face Bachira as the forgotten phone fell to the floor, discarded. Gently, he reached out and squeezed Bachira's hand, a heavy frown etched into his face.

"I… I'm okay. Just got a little spooked."

"Are you sure?"

Bachira could still hear the movie playing, not that he could understand it without the Japanese subtitles. "The movie, you should—"

"We don't have to watch anymore."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, but you clearly didn't," Rin's frown deepened, and he pulled Bachira into a tight embrace, holding him until his racing heartbeat settled.

"Sorry," Bachira mumbled, face pressed against Rin's chest. "I ruined our date."

"No you didn't," he looked almost offended as he shook his head, pressing a kiss to Bachira's forehead. "I'm content as long as I'm with you."

"Wow, even you can be sappy, Rin-Rin."

"Shut up," he lightly scolded without any of the usual bite to his words. "Now are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks," he tilted his head upwards, pecking his cheek.

"I hope you aren't still feeling bad about this."

"I'm not," he lied.

Rin sighed, pinching his cheek and lightly pulling it until Bachira whined.

"Listen, you are very thoughtful. It was very nice of you to do this. I was having a great time, and I still am. Understand?"

Bachira smiled faintly. "You know… I really, really like you, Rin-Rin."

He smiled back. "I like you too, but…" his smile turned mischievous as his fingers curled around Bachira's sides, lightly squeezing, "I like your laugh more."

"Do yohohou?" He asked, giggling softly.

"Yeah. And I think I'd really like to hear it some more."

It wasn't unusual for them. Ever since Bachira decided to randomly start poking his sides during practice, tickling had become relatively commonplace. He knew that Bachira was prone to tickling all of his other friends, but Rin once again preferred for it to be something private, something intimate to be enjoyed by them.

There was an odd satisfaction that accompanied getting Bachira to squeal when Rin tickled him just so or in seeing how quickly he could get him to beg for mercy, but now wasn't one of those times.

Now, he only wanted to see Bachira smile, carefree as usual.

Still hugging him, Rin tilted his head to nuzzle into his neck, bringing up a hand to skitter his nails across the base of his neck. Immediately, it produced a series of quiet, breathy giggles that warmed his heart.

"Is this okay?" He asked, because while they were prone to these playful interactions, he'd never tried using it to cheer up Bachira. Hopefully it'd work, especially considering how much he seemed to love it.

"Yehehes!" 

Rin smiled. His boyfriend really was adorable. 

"Okay, I hope you don't regret that."

Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, light prodding and squeezing that kept Bachira giggling and smiling without ever wanting to stop, intermingled with sweet, soft kisses that Bachira really didn't want to stop.

"I love you," he murmured after they has finished, Bachira a tired, loved, giggly pile of goo in his lap.

"Love you tohohoo," he answered, grinning and pecking his lips again.

There was no way he could ever stay upset when he was with his Rin-Rin.

[otomiyaa]

@giggly-squiggily 👀 Ticklish Chigiri 👀👀👀

[giggly-squiggily]

Fiesty (Blue Lock)

Heyo everyone! It's come to my attention that despite loving these boys very much, I have yet to write anything with Kunigami and Isagi. I am ashamed, and shall repent by bringing you this fic of the boys being dorks together :D I hope you like it!

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@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibsstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset (I know y'all aren't on my Taglist but like-blue lock! :D)

“Whoops, my bad!” Kunigami called out as his shirt flew, landing on Isagi’s face.

Normally Isagi would brush it off with a “It’s cool, man” or something to that nature, maybe even bring it back to the self-proclaimed hero.

Today though: today he was feeling a bit feisty. So much so he balled up Kunigami’s shirt and slugged it as hard as he could towards the back of his head.

The effect was anticlimactic. The shirt unfurled halfway there. What was supposed to be a satisfying whack turned into it haphazardly landing on Kunigami’s own face, briefly blinding him.

Silence. The two boys just kinda sat there as they let what just happened sink in. Slowly, Kunigami pulled it off, turning to look at Isagi with raised brows. The brunette stiffened- an apology on his lips.

Then that feistiness came back and he opted to square his shoulders, raising his chin with a mild glare. No words though- just a glare. The silence stretched.

“...Do you wanna fight?” Kunigami blinked- his tone lacking any anger despite the words. If anything, he sounded more amused. Isagi felt his temper flair some as he glared harder- hoping the shape of his mouth was a tight lipped frown and not a pout. “Is that what we’re doing right now?”

“Y-Yeah! We’re fighting!” Isagi finally spoke, puffing up. “Let’s go, you and me! Right here, right now!”

Kunigami stared at him, unreadable. Then he grinned, standing up and rolling out his arms. “Alright. A fight it is.”

Isagi pulled up further, readying himself. It was also at this moment he realized he had no idea how to fight. He had never been in one before- he’d only seen the kids at his school get into them, and even then he stayed out of it.

Kunigami closed the gap while he realized this, and after looking into the ginger’s eyes, he realized this wasn’t the kind of fight he expected at all.

“Wait- wait I take it back! I take it ba-ahhahaack!” Isagi went to run, but Kunigami had him by the collar, pulling him into his chest. Seconds later, fingers were flying up and down his sides, making him yelp and kick. “Kuhuhuuhuhunighahahahahahmi!”

“Come on, Isagi- you don’t run from a fight you initiated!” The older boy chided gently, pulling up an arm with one hand and pinching up his ribs with the other. “That makes you look weak! When you challenge someone to a fight, you have to be prepared to go all out!”

“Buhuhuhut I dohohohon’t wahhahahanahaha fiihihihght no mohohohore!” Isagi cried through his giggles, clawing at the hand stubbornly attached to his mid-set ribs. “Iihihihih’m ahahahhall abohohohout thahahaht phahahahahcefihihihist lihihihife nohohohw!”

“Pfft- yeah, says the guy who’s not afraid to get physical on the soccer field.” Kunigami laughed good naturedly, daring to drop a hand to Isagi’s lower ribs just to hear him scream. “Where’s all that edge? That fiest? That zest of life you had five minutes ago?”

“Whahahaht the hehehehehell ahahahre yhohohohou gohohohoing on abohohohout?” Isagi snorted through his laughter, legs growing weak with each squeeze to that terrible spot. He tried to rip himself away, but a quick tug and sweep left him flat on his ass, trapped within a leg grip as Kunigami dug into his belly. “AHehahahahahahah noohoohohoho!”

“Eh, a bunch of words I heard Gagamaru say when describing dumplings. I think their lyrics to a song? You know his odd taste in music.” The hero snickered as he dug both hands in, leaving no spot on Isagi’s belly untouched as the brunette writhed about. “Hey, you’re always humming those silly anime tunes of yours- why not sing me something? Anything! Then I’ll let you win this fight.”

“LIHIHIHKE HEHEHHELL! GEHAHHAHAHHA!” Isagi all but howled at the tickles, cheeks on fire and starting to hurt from how much he was smiling. “I CHAHAHAN’T SIIIHHING FOR SHIHIHIHIHIIHIHI-EHEHEHE!”

“Who can? Well- he can.” Kunigami hummed as he moved his hands to Isagi’s armpits, making him nearly croak from silent mirth. “Well, I guess I can count this squawking of yours as music. It’s a new version of screamo, yeah?” He finally let him be, pulling his hands back and gently patting Isagi between the shoulderblades as Isagi gasped for air. “There- still want to fight?”

“Gehahah…ahahah…yohoohu’re an ahahaass.” Isagi groaned, jerking with a giggle when Kunigami pinched his sides. “Yoohohu started it- the whole fight thing!”

“I did? Oh- wait, yeah I did.” Kunigami released him fully, pulling back as Isagi turned to face him. “Sorry- I didn’t know anyone else was in the room. I should be more mindful.”

“Pfft- it’s fine, really. I don’t know what got into me.” Isagi smiled, lightly kicking him in the shin. “I threw it back pretty hard, so I’m no better.”

“That was hard?” Kunigami asked- followed quickly with them saying in unison “That’s what she said”. Isagi cackled, delighted, and Kunigami wheezed. Laughing like children on the locker room floor, they carried on changing into sweats before making their way to the main room, still laughing.

“What’s got you so giggly?” Chigiri asked, unable to fight off a grin as Kunigami sat beside him. “Bit by the tickle bug or something?”

Isagi blushed a few feet away as Kunigami laughed more. Shaking his head, he turned to Bachira- finding the other curled up half asleep against both his and Isagi’s futons. “Scoot over some.”

“Cuddles if I do?” Bachira pouted up at him, sprawling out further. Isagi snorted, nodding as he gently moved him, fitting perfectly into Bachira’s arms.

“Always.”

Thanks for reading!

[intheticklecloset]

Play With Me (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira wants Isagi to tickle him. Isagi happily obliges...then gets some tickles of his own as a reward!

A/N: I love these two so much oh my goooooosh. THEY ARE PRECIOUS. I love their playfulness with each other and open affection for one another and just - all of it! BachIsagi has my whole heart! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 1388

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A pair of golden eyes popped into Isagi’s vision, and he smiled.

“Hey,” he said, untucking his hands from behind his head, expecting Bachira to lean down and kiss him, or at the very least settle in for a good cuddle session.

“Hey,” Bachira replied, then promptly turned around and flopped backward so he was lying as dead weight on top of his boyfriend.

Isagi felt the air woosh out of him and he coughed in surprise, groaning, “Bachira! You’re heavy; get off!”

“Make me,” Bachira replied.

Isagi smirked. Ah, so he wanted to play, did he? He obliged, digging his fingers into the smaller boy’s ribs, dancing up and down lightly, teasingly. Bachira giggled but barely even twitched, not yet bothered enough to actually squirm.

Well, that was going to change.

Isagi wrapped his arms around him in a hug, digging into his sides even harder, grinning as Bachira cackled above him, hands lightly grasping his arms but not pushing away yet.

“Like this?” Isagi teased into his ear, and Bachira nodded.

For a moment the taller boy scribbled playfully along his sides and ribs, eventually slipping around to his tummy, which made his boyfriend squeal happily and grasp his arms a little harder – the first sign he was starting to break.

Then he pulled out the big guns.

Still keeping one arm wrapped around his waist, Isagi slipped his opposite hand between them to scribble at his back.

“Ah! Ehehehehehehe – Isagi!” Bachira shrieked, giggles finally morphing into laughter as he began to squirm. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes. I think you want me to tickle you riiiiight here,” Isagi teased, finding that death spot between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades.

Bachira nearly screamed, arching out of Isagi’s grip so hard he was able to break free, but not hard enough to fully dislodge the other boy. Soon they had rolled over, with Isagi sitting on top of Bachira and the shorter of the two face-down on the bedroll.

Isagi braced Bachira’s hips with his knees, sat on his waist, and clawed at his back freely like a cat with a scratching post.

“AH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA ISAGHIHIHIHIHI!!” Bachira cried, laughing loudly into the bedroll, gripping the blankets in his fists to have something to ground himself on.

Isagi chuckled. “Yes, bumblebee?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Are you telling me, or asking for more?”

Bachira’s ears turned pink as he laughed, trying and failing to buck Isagi off of him. “MY BAHAHAHAHAHACK!!”

“What about it?” Isagi asked, grinning like a goon. He always loved making Bachira lose his grip like this; the best part was, his boyfriend had asked him to help him let go. It was a level of trust he loved and wanted to be worthy of.

Bachira tapped his palm against the bedroll. “GEHEHEHEHENTLE!!”

Isagi instantly abandoned Bachira’s shoulder blades and lightened his touch, pinching and scribbling at his sides close to his hips instead. He knew the code word well enough by now – don’t stop, but don’t tickle his worst spot, either.

“Ticklish little bumblebee,” he teased softly, enjoying the light, airy giggles he was receiving for his efforts now. Bachira looked so content and relaxed; it was hard to remember to keep going when all Isagi wanted to do was kiss him. “Giggle for me, little bug.”

Bachira snickered quietly, not even moving a muscle to stop him for a minute or so until Isagi started climbing back up to his topmost ribs and underarms.

“Ehehehehehe! Isagi…” he whined, clamping his arms down protectively.

Isagi tickled just beneath the opening to his armpits, leaning down to speak directly in Bachira’s ear. “Let me in, little one~”

“Nohohohohohoooo,” Bachira protested weakly but eventually lifted his arms enough for Isagi to get what he wanted. Then he was laughing again, kicking his legs behind him. “Ahahahahaha, Isagi, plehehehehehease!”

“Please what? You asked for this,” Isagi chuckled. “You can get out any time. You know that.”

Bachira blushed and tried to hide his face, but it was hard when he was forced to look to one side or the other for the sake of breathing. Finally, however, after another minute Isagi dared to dig his thumbs into the smaller boy’s back again while still drilling into his armpits, and finally the dribbler squealed and cried, “OKAHAHAHAY, ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Isagi let up but didn’t let go, leaning down to pepper Bachira’s cheeks with kisses, making him giggle in an entirely different way. “You’re cute, bumblebee.”

“Nohohohoho, you!” Bachira shot back.

Isagi ruffled his hair lovingly and finally climbed off of him.

He really should have realized what doing that would mean.

Bachira had him pinned on his back so fast Isagi got whiplash from the sheer speed of the maneuver, looking up at his boyfriend’s gleaming golden eyes with a shiver. “Wait, no—”

“Your turn~” Bachira giggled, giving him two seconds in which to protest if he didn’t want reciprocation. When the time was up, the smaller boy grabbed onto Isagi’s sides and squeezed playfully.

Isagi’s hands flew down immediately – he didn’t have the same self-control his partner did – and gripped Bachira’s arms as he squealed with mirth, trying to roll over but unable to go too far thanks to Bachira’s knees on other side of him.

“I just love hearing you laugh,” his boyfriend teased, grinning. “Tickle, tickle, Isagi~”

“Plehehehehehease! N-No fahahahahahair!” Isagi whined, bucking his hips when Bachira started pinching them.

“You can get out at any time~ Why don’t you say something if you want me to let you go?”

Isagi’s responding blush and more frantic giggling was the only response he got.

“Just what I thought. You wanted me to play with you! I saw it in your eyes when I came over here.” Bachira beamed down at him, suddenly darting up to drill into his bottom ribs. “Now it’s my turn to make you laugh!”

“BAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!” Isagi shrieked, bucking and squirming harder than before as his worst spot was assaulted mercilessly. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE—”

Then Bachira did something completely unexpected. He grabbed onto both wrists and shoved them above Isagi’s head, looming over him and pinning him down with a strength that was surprising to the taller boy. He tried to wriggle free, but it was pointless.

“H-How…?” he stammered, blushing under Bachira’s intense smirk.

“You like it? It makes it so much easier to tickle your ribs this way~”

And with that, the dribbler went right back to tickling his worst spot – this time without the protection of his arms or even the ability to squirm as much as before.

Isagi’s eyes went wide as he burst into laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHACHIRA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL?!”

Bachira giggled along with him. “The Monster told me you’d like it more if I pinned you down! Looks like he was right~”

“THE MOHOHOHOHONSTER CAN KIHIHIHHISS MY – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Now, now, Isagi. The Monster is only trying to help!” Bachira switched to vibrating his fingers into Isagi’s bottom ribs, making his boyfriend completely lose his mind laughing. The sight made the smaller boy smile, even if he was struggling to keep him in place by now.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP WHOHOHOHO?!” Isagi cried, arching his back helplessly as his boyfriend continued to assault his worst spot with deadly precision. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

Bachira hummed. “You sure? You haven’t said the magic word yet!”

Isagi’s cheeks were red hot, but he managed to cackle out, “GEHEHEHEHEHEHENTLE!!” and finally gain some ticklish relief as his partner released his wrists from his grip and moved back to his sides, scribbling lightly. Isagi took a minute to catch his breath between giggles and muttered, “Y-Yohohohohou’re a mohohohohohonster in your own rihihihihight, buhuhuhumblebee.”

Bachira’s eyes lit up, and at first the taller boy thought it was because of the compliment, but then: “Call me that again.”

“W-Whahahat? A mohohohohonster?”

“No! The other thing.”

“Buhuhuhuhumblebee?”

Bachira finally slowed his tickling to a complete stop, leaning down to hover over Isagi’s face with his own. “I like hearing you say that when you’re giggling. It’s…” He struggled to find the right word, then shrugged and gave up, kissing his boyfriend with everything he had.

Isagi hummed, gripping his waist to pull him down even further, running his fingers through his hair. “Bumblebee…”

“Yoichi,” Bachira murmured in return, then kissed him again. “Thanks for always playing with me.”

Isagi smiled and brushed his cheek. “Always.”

[squiggilydrawsthings]

Haven’t posted on here in awhile- have some Lee!Chigiri! :D Cause..yes :3

[loveume]

# kaleidoscope 🎐

"didn't know you were trying to go cross-eyed."

you look up from where you're leaning at your vanity mirror, nose almost touching the reflective glass you stare into, to meet the teal eyes that study you curiously.

sae stands just across the space of your shared walk-in closet, seemingly deciding which watch would go best with the sleek prada suit he wears. he looks handsome, terribly handsome like he always does.

"i think my makeup looks weird." you tell him, turning so he can take a look for himself.

it's not your makeup that nags at you, well it is but it's also your hair and this dress and your shoes. your face? everything feels wrong, like you're in a body you don't belong in looking at a person you don't recognize.

it takes sae a moment to respond, his eyes raking over you with precision.

"your makeup looks pretty, matches your shoes."

you glance down towards the black heels adorning your feet, beads twinkling up at you.

"that's not what's actually bothering you, is it?" sae asks as he slides his watch of choice on and clips into place.

"no." you let out a heavy sigh, sinking down onto the seat in front of your vanity.

he gives you time to gather your thoughts, your husband is never one to push. especially in situations like these.

you keep your eyes on your shoes, tapping the toes together ever so slightly. "sometimes i look at myself," you pause to take a breath, "and i don't see me. like i don't belong in this dress, and these heels. i don't deserve to wake up in our bed and eat in our kitchen. i feel like a....fraud." you cover your face with your hands as you finish voicing your thoughts.

it only takes a few moments before you feel the fingers of both of sae's hands curl around your wrists, gently lifting them away from your face.

your eyes meet his and he sees how watery they are and how your bottom lip wobbles. you see the worry etched into his brow and the unsettled expression on his face.

"you're not a fraud." he says in that blunt way that is so itoshi sae. "you belong in that dress and those shoes. you belong here in our home, with me. you're you, and nothing will change that. no matter what awful tricks your brain wants to play on you."

you blink back your tears and give him a soft smile, hands squeezing his.

"thank you."

one of his hands reaches up and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, titling it up.

"you're welcome," he replies, kissing your cheek, "now finish getting ready, the sooner we show up to this ridiculous event the sooner we can abandon it for our bed."

[shinriha]

I really love how unseriously serious they are

[hiorintruther]

Sometime is wish the homoerotic undertones of Blue Lock could be somewhat canonised for Ryusae specifically…

Purely because I think Shidou would use it to absolutely harass Rin to no end. Like, they’re currently stuck on the same team together so imagine Shidou just walking past Rin one morning and going “how goes things, future brother-in-law?” and Rin being absolutely LIVID at the notion that Sae has somehow made his life EVEN WORSE by dating the person he hates probably second most in the world (the first being Sae himself, of course).

Or Rin commenting on how Shidou’s performance on the field was “lukewarm” and Shidou just responds with “funny, that’s not what your brother told me last-“ and he wouldn’t get to finish because Rin has already gone in for a punch. Of course, Shidou is being all talk here. He just wants to really twist the knife and see what happens.

Or maybe one day Loki chastises Rin’s personality and Shidou takes the opportunity to say smth like “y’know, when me and Sae have kids I want their uncle to be someone who’s actually fun to be around”.

Or Shidou just drops random one-liners during training that have varying degrees of truth behind them (aka they’re usually completely untrue and Shidou is fully just trying to wind Rin up), like “I’m planning mine and Sae’s wedding rn. Do you want to be my best man coz I think Sae’s first choice is Aiku.”

Some other random one-liners I think Shidou would make up to piss Rin off include:

“I hope family dinners don’t get to awkward… since we’re colleagues, and all. Ideally I wouldn’t want to impose myself but you know how demanding Sae can be.”

“I’m so glad I don’t have your number coz some of the stuff I send Sae is for his eyes only.”

“What emojis do you associate Sae with? I’m changing his contact name atm. I was gonna go with red heart, peach, tongue, blushing face… but I need a second opinion.”

“God I miss Sae! Next time I see him I’m gonna hug him so tight and never let him go and stroke his luscious, soft hair that combs through my fingers while we make out and-“ (gets punched)

“What sort of presents does Sae like? I’m just thinking ahead to our anniversary. I wanna surprise him.”

*waxing shitty, made up poetic about Sae at 3am: “…and his (Sae’s) thrilling aura of power that could change the heart of any beast… unlike his brother whose vibes are constantly rancid…”

Like he doesn’t have to make jabs at Rin’s appearance or performance on the field. The mere fact that Sae is dating Shidou is enough to fill Rin with unbridled amounts of rage, which ends up becoming an impossibly easy punchline. Rin ends up getting so angry and violent-minded that he fumbles over his comebacks and ends up making a fool of himself. Idk I just think Shidou would be able to find every possible way to use his relationship with Sae to drive Rin up the wall. Kaneshiro please canonise Ryusae specifically because I think Shidou would find it a comedy goldmine.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Heyo friend! I just realized you're taking requests for Tickletober! If it's alright with you, I'd love to see some Blue Lock from ya! (But only if you want to :3) Could I request Day 13 with Rin and Bachira? I love the idea of Bachira being a silent as the wind when he wants to be- combined with his natural tickle monster energy, poor Rin is in for one heck of a surprise lols!

You don't have to accept this if you're not interested- either way I hope you have an amazing day! I can't wait to see what you have in store this tickletober! :3 Take care and stay hydrated!

Tickletober day #7 & #13: Flustered & Sneak attack

HII SO OK I HOPE YOU BOTH DON'T MIND THAT I COMBINED THESE TWO CAUSE I RLLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR RINBACHISAGI SO WHY NOT :3

HOPE YOU BOTH ENJOY! AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💖💖💖

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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)

Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Warnings: Tickles!

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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans. 

Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires. 

“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.

“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.

“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach. 

“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.

“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.

“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.

“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!” 

The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly. 

“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow. 

“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late” 

It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?

“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.

“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.

“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.

Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.

“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back. 

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[lee-lucius]

Loving Distractions

Summary: All Isagi wants is to finish his schoolwork and settle in for a relaxing night. Bachira has other plans.

Word Count: 1,086

I'm back with another Blue Lock fic! Sorry it took so long, but school starts again next week, and I'm a little frazzled trying to get all my summer assignments done 😅 But I should be posting more soon, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Isagi," Bachira whined, flopping down onto the couch, his feet propped on its arm and head worming its way onto his boyfriend's lap. "Are you done yet?"

He barely held back a sigh, bringing up a hand to massage his temple. "No, like I told you," he paused, glancing at the clock, "three minutes ago, it's going to take at least another hour."

"Can't you take a break?" Bachira pouted, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. It was harder to resist than Isagi wanted to admit.

"Not yet."

"Please?" He stole Isagi's hand from his head, interlocking their fingers and bringing it down to his mouth to press chaste kisses to his wrist.

Smiling despite himself, Isagi set down the pen in his other hand, smoothing out Bachira's bangs and kissing his forehead. He'd done a surprisingly good job at leaving Isagi alone to start working on his paper, but in the last hour or so, it seemed Bachira had run out of patience and couldn't help trying to distract his partner. Normally, Isagi wouldn't mind it, but the assignment was due tomorrow, and he didn't plan on pulling another all-nighter.

"I'll be done soon; I promise. But the more you interrupt me, the longer it'll take."

"But I need attention! I'm gonna die of boredom!" Bachira cried, dramatically posing with a hand draped over his forehead, still never releasing his hold of Isagi.

"I think you'll be fine."

"That's neglect, you know," his pout grew; pulling Isagi's arm closer, he clasped onto it with both of his, hugging it tightly to his chest. "Fine. You can keep working, but I'm staying here."

Isagi laughed, rolling his eyes at Bachira's antics, but it gave him an idea. If Bachira wouldn't move, then Isagi would have to make him. 

"Fine," he repeated, taking in their position. Bachira was half-sprawled on his lap, still looking up at him with pleading eyes and a sulky expression. Isagi would have to fix that. "I guess I can take a small break."

Bachira's pout was replaced by a wide, wobbly smile and his eyes shone with excitement, not from Isagi's words, but from his hand in Bachira's grasp that had begun tickling his neck.

With a noise of protest, Bachira squirmed, scrunching up his shoulders as a meager defense from Isagi's blunt nails that lightly grazed his skin.

"Hehehey!"

"Hey." He smirked, wrapping his other arm around Bachira's waist to dig into his stomach. "Are you still bored?"

Giggling sweetly, he shook his head, grip tightening on Isagi's arm. "Thihihis ihihisn't whahat I meahahant!"

He leaned closer, whispering in Bachira's ear, "Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"

Isagi chuckled at the bright blush blossoming on his boyfriend's face, unable to resist pecking his cheek.

"I dohon't knohohow whahat yohou meahahan," he managed between his growing laughter, something uncharacteristically shy in his tone. 

They both knew that Bachira loved it, and Isagi, admittedly, enjoyed it more than he thought most other people did, but there was always a hint of embarrassment that Isagi noticed whenever he teased Bachira about it. Every time, Isagi found it surprisingly adorable, and it only spurred him on.

"Really? Then maybe I should get back to work," he stilled his hands, pausing as Bachira fought to catch his breath. "Unless… you really don't want me to stop."

"Don't stop," he breathed, the plea falling from his mouth not even a second later, before he could realize what he was saying or let his embarrassment overcome his desire.

Isagi grinned, a laugh bubbling in his throat as he repositioned them so that Bachira was leaning against his chest, head resting on his shoulder and still inexplicably clutching Isagi's arm. Maybe he thought it would stop the tickling from getting worse or Isagi from returning to his essay—not that he would now; he was having far too much fun.

"I guess I can play for a little longer," he hummed, lightly trailing kisses down Bachira's neck, who giggled lightly, leaning into the touch. His free arm wrapped around Bachira's waist to support him and trailed upwards, pinching along his side.

It was a beautiful sight. Bachira's dual-colored hair fell around him in messy waves, almost obscuring his face as he just barely squirmed. His eyes were squeezed shut, but Isagi could imagine the gleeful shine he'd see in them if they weren't. A wide smile and the faint blush dusting his cheeks painted a picture of pure joy as precious giggles continued pouring out of him.

Isagi was enamored, to say the least. 

"You're adorable," he murmured, because he had never been very good with words, and he certainly didn't have the ones to describe how utterly infatuated he was with Bachira in this moment, and every moment, really. He could never explain how Bachira always challenged him, always pushed him to be better, always left him with an unshakable confidence because he knew that Bachira believed in him, or the way that his heart stuttered and his breath stopped whenever Isagi saw him laughing like this, the way he felt an unbelievable warmth in his chest that made him want it to never end, the way that he knew he'd never be happier than he was right now with the boy who had stolen his heart.

"Yohohou sahay thahahat evehehery tihihime!" Bachira smiled, peeping an eye open to stare at Isagi, and he knew he must have felt the same way.

"'Cause it's true," he smiled back, and he knew he'd never need to explain it. Because Bachira knew, he could feel Isagi's love for him in every action, every word, even if he'd never find the right ones.

Isagi stopped the tickling, wrapping his arm tighter around Bachira and pulling him in for a kiss. When it ended, Isagi was light-headed and giddier than before, wondering how he was lucky enough to end up with him.

Bachira was still giggling quietly, as he finally released Isagi's arm to envelop him in a hug. 

His smile growing, Isagi relaxed in the arms of his boyfriend, kissing his forehead again and pushing down any remaining concerns for his work to accept their usual Bachira-mandated post-tickles cuddling session.

It was his fault for letting his guard down.

"You're adorable too," Bachira cooed, and that was Isagi's only warning before Bachira dug his hands into his ribs, making him yelp and cackle.

His assignment long-forgotten, they enjoyed another night of love and laughter together, with many more to come.

[otomiyaa]

Chigiri x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 17. “You have three seconds to run.” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

aaaa work is super busy and I have date-weekend with my boyfriend planned BUT I cannot let this week go by without putting that chigiri request out there (because I saw the movie hehe hypehype) so here goes!

Chigiri Hyoma. You loved him, of course you did. He was your boyfriend after all. You were already approaching your 2-year anniversary and had moved in together recently.

Living together with your lovely boyfriend however, it reopened your eyes to how conveniently pretty he was. Whether he was ill, moody, lazy, hungover, exhausted and sweaty after a soccer match, it didn't matter. Chigiri looked like he could step out and pose for model work any second.

And then there was you.

"Geez!" you whined trying to get your hair the way you wanted it. It was not cooperating! You were freshly showered, dressed in your best outfit to go to work, and still, you looked like you just mopped the floor. With your head.

"Morning." You froze and looked to your side to see Chigiri shuffle into the bathroom. He yawned and scratched his tummy, only getting out of bed just now since he didn't need to get up as early as you today.

Your jaw dropped. Bed-head boyfriend Chigiri had entered the conversation, and he looked stunning as ever. "It's unfair," you said.

Chigiri cocked his head. "What is?" He yawned again and uncharmingly stretched himself. Yet, he looked like a model.

"Here I am, suited up for work. And you just got out of bed, looking like a princess woken up from her slumber andー" Your eyes widened. Chigiri gave you a stare.

"What did you say?" he asked.

Oh no. Oh no no no no eeeek! You blushed and quickly turned back to the mirror.

"N-n-nothing! You're just s-so pretty, even after waking up. W-while there is me, just showered, dressed neatly and I look like this."

"We can talk about that later, since I disagree," Chigiri said, looking you up and down and making you blush even more.

"But, what else did you just say?"

"N-nothing!"

Princess. The forbidden word.

You had teased him with the nickname a lot in the beginning of your relationship, and it had kind of turned into a thing. Chigiri would unleash his tickle punishments of terror onto you anytime you would call him princess. Literally, anytime.

It just gradually became an unwritten rule. Call Chigiri a princess? Get wrecked. You had gotten used to it and knew to be careful, except just now. You were too busy whining and dropped your guard!

Chigiri shrugged. "Hmmm, 'kay."

You sighed in relief when he merely stood by the sink to throw some water in his face. Then when he dried himself with a towel, looking so pretty it hurt your eyes, he eyed you calmly.

"I'm still getting ready so, you have three seconds to run." You gulped.

"What? Why would I, hehe, run?" you asked nervously. Chigiri chuckled.

"You don't know? For calling me the P-word, and for lying about it of course. Now off you go, sweetie. Go somewhere I can tickle you comfortably. Or we can do it right here," Chigiri said, gesturing at the narrow space of the bathroom. You took a step back, realized he was serious, and then indeed ran.

"S-sweetie! I know something better, we can save it for after I come back from work! Don't you dahahare- EEEEHehehe!" you screeched when all of a sudden you felt two arms around your middle as Chigiri caught you from behind.

Ack, you barely heard him move. He was that fast! You didn't even make it to the bedroom.

"Don't worry. I've never tickled you for longer than 5 minutes at least. The punishments are quickー" he said, and he immediately tickled your sides while hugging you.

"But powerful," he finished, and you and your hysterical laughter were then all that could be heard.

"GAHAHA nohoho! Bahahaby I'm sohohorry!"

"Sorry, for what?"

"Hehehehe nohoho!" you answered sheepishly, struggling and squirming in his strong grip. He easily dragged you to the floor where you tried to crawl away, but Chigiri caught you and flipped you over with zero effort. He then sat on your thighs and tickled your sides and tummy mercilessly.

You threw your head back and howled. "NAhahah not thehehere!" you cried, but regretted this when he indeed stopped tickling you there, only to move his fingers further up to aim for your armpits. You shook your head hysterically.

"NO- I m-mean gohoho bahahack! Not my ahaharmpits, plehehease!" Chigiri smirked.

"I'll consider it." It was sarcastic, since he started to tickle your armpits right away, making you cackle for your dear life.

And damn that Chigiri. He had to be the prettiest tickle monster in town. You felt your chest flutter as you looked up at him while he tickled you until you could barely laugh.

The moment you were reduced to silent laughter and tired giggles, he stopped, knowing your limits very well. Smiling fondly, Chigiri leaned in and kissed your lips. He wiped away a tear from your eye and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You look beautiful. But now, you look even more beautiful."

You felt dizzy when he helped you back on your feet, and you were kind of like a doll as your boyfriend dragged you back to the bathroom. There he helped you fix your hair and clothes which he had messed up a little with the tickle attack, while you recovered and caught your breath.

You shyly looked at your reflection in the mirror, and did wonder why you looked different than earlier when you felt so unsure. It indeed wasn't so bad anymore.

"It's because laughter makes you the prettiest," Chigiri answered as if reading your mind. You turned around when he finished brushing your hair, and the two of you shared a tender kiss.

"O-oh.. Does that mean you want me to call you 'princess' more often?" you asked, without thinking of the consequences of course. Chigiri looked at the brush and back at you.

"Are you serious about this? When do you leave for work?"

"A-another 30 minutes to go," you mumbled. Chigiri nodded, held up the brush with one hand and wiggled his fingers with the other.

"Well then, I guess you can spare another five minutes for round two."

Gulp! You were amazed he was so motivated to make you pay for mentioning the word princess with another tickle attack, but you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth and the giddy feeling you had after he tickled you.

At least you were starting the day feeling better now, and it was all thanks to your sweetest, prettiest boyfriend Chigiri.

[bluismie]

a Shrine AU idea I had when I was doodling yesterday

[giggly-squiggily]

ler!chigiri w/ an s/o reader with really stiff shoulder and a sore back and he massages it for her but he gets a little too close to sides/neck/lower back and NO IT TICKLES SO BAD and then hes like teasing her (u can do g/n too) and stuff and just ASJHAS

(for the limited requests thing)

THANK YOU SO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY

{REQUEST ARE CLOSED! This is an older one!}

No cause the way I couldn't freaking find this dang thing until now-

ANON! :D Hi! Yes! This lovely request! :3 I thought Tumblr ate it and then I found it through mobile and just- anyway! I love Chigiri so much, and this request is beautiful! I did end up making it more a proper tickle fight, but I kept in a good portion of Ler!Chigiri for you! As all of my Reader fics, they are gender neutral for inclusivity! I hope you like it :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“That’s a new position.” Chigiri blinked at you over his book, watching you back bend as far as you could with a low groan. “Trying out for the next exorcist movie?”

“If the pay is in spa tickets, sign me up.” You leaned back a bit further, only to lose your balance and fall. Before you could hurt yourself, Chigiri was right there, catching you in his lap. “Whoa- my hero.” You smiled up at him- it fading some at his concerned look. “What?”

“Does your back hurt that bad?” He asked gently, brows furrowing when you nodded.

“Thought if I tried popping it it’d feel better, but I was wrong.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck with a small groan. “I’ll be fine- I just need to run a hot bath and take some painkillers. That’ll solve it.”

“Sounds good..hey, do you-erm..” Chigiri took your hand before you could stand, suddenly shy. You watched him fumble with his words, cheeks pink as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to erm…help?”

You blinked. “With my bath?” You asked, grinning slyly as you watched him blush more and stammer.

“No, with your back! I can massage it for you.” He quickly got out, slightly glaring as you giggled. “I used to do it all the time for the guys back in Blue Lock- what, what?” He fumed more as you laughed harder, a hand over your mouth to hide your smile.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’m still thinking of your face!” You snickered, leaning in and pecking his lips before he could fuss. “But seriously; if you’re offering. I’d love a massage, Hyoma. Thank you.”

Chigiri tried to stay pouty, but another few pecks to his face had him giggling softly and lightly shoving your shoulder. “Okay okay- fine. Get on the couch.”

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“Hmmmm..” You let out a low sound as he dug at the knots in your shoulders, the initial pain fading into relief as he went. “That’s nice…”

“I’m glad- any way I can help I will.” He smiled down at you, comfortable sitting on your hips as he pressed along. “Let me know if I need to lighten the pressure.”

You gave a lazy thumbs up as you rested, closing your eyes. He had magic hands, you’ve decided at that moment. His earlier comment came back to you then. He gave massages to the guys back in Blue Lock?

Team Z must have been truly blessed.

While you lingered on that thought, you didn’t notice Chigiri’s hands getting closer to your armpits- the touch growing lighter and lighter until…

“AH!” You arched with a squeal, arms shooting down and a foot kicking. Behind you, Chigiri giggled. “Hyoma!”

“Sorry- I was thinking of your face.” He threw your earlier words back at you as he carried on “massaging” your armpits, prodding and pressing as you squeaked and thrashed beneath him. “You’re just so cute when you laugh, I wanted to see it again. Or at least- hear it anyway.”

Aheahhahahhaha! H-Hyohohohohoma-AHAHAH!” His hands dropped briefly to your ribs, running up and down your sides as you twisted against the couch. It was a precarious development; you didn’t want to send him flying at risk of his knee injury, but also didn’t want to remain lying there and taking it! Decisions decisions..

“Heh, you’re really adorable when you laugh, (Y/N). I could do this forever.” Chigiri dropped his hands to your hips, squeezing. “I just might- I wanna tickle you until the sound of your precious laugh is forever ingrained in my brain. I wanna be able to hear it even when you’re not around.”

Oh hell no, he did not just sweet talk you-

Face on fire and heart racing, you felt yourself filled with a new sense of determination as you twisted, somehow flipping onto your back without knocking him over. “Cohohohome hehehere!” You cried at his surprised expression, grabbing into his sleeves and pulling.

“Wait, wahhait the masahhahahahahahahhge!” Chigiri yelped before bursting into giggles, weakly pawing at your hands as they squeezed his sides rapidly. “(Y/N)! Aheahhahahahah!”

“What? Huh? Sorry- I was too busy laughing at your face!” You crooned back, bursting into giggles once more when he went back to tickling. “H-hhehehey, no! It’s miihihihy tuhuhurn!”

“Nohoho wahahahy! Yohohou geheheht th-ihiihihihihihis! Ehehahahhaha nohhohoho!” Chigiri laughed just as much, both tickling and trying to block your hands from his knees. “Nohohohot thehehehehre!”

“Yhehehes thehehe-EHEHEHE!” Your efforts to go for his worst spot were thumped when he went for your stomach, making you crumble. “STAHAHAHP!”

“YOHOHOU STHAHAP! EHHEEHE!”

Your tickle fight carried on- both of you laughing and attacking each other. Eventually though, it all came to an end; both of you simultaneously giving up and collapsing into the couch.

“Ahehehe..ehhehehee..ghohohd.” You groaned, chest light and body feeling significantly better. “Hehehey, I feheheel behehehtter.”

“Pfft- grhehahhat.” Chigiri laughed, scooting up so he could lay beside you, pulling you into his chest. “Glahahad to hehelp.”

“Hmm.” You smiled and closed your eyes, legs intertwined and arms around each other. You could fall asleep like this…

“Hm. Hyoma?” You poked him gently, watching him open an eye. “I’m hungry. Can we order food?”

He blinked, then he laughed, pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Yeah, we can order food.”

“Yay.”

Thanks for reading!

[intheticklecloset]

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BachIsagi (Blue Lock)

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“Uh-oh, did I find a good spot?”

“IHIHIHIHIHISAGI!!”

Aryu and Tokimitsu exchanged knowing smiles, and Rin rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

Bachira’s arms were clamped to his sides, his legs pumping the air wildly like he was trying to ride a bicycle out of his situation, head tossed back as throes of laughter spilled from his lips. Above him, Isagi knelt at his side, fingers digging deep into his armpits. Or, trying to, anyway. It was hard to keep up when the smaller boy was writhing around like that.

Still, he was determined.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHE ISAGI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira pleaded, rolling onto his side to try and escape but only succeeding in giving his boyfriend an easier way to drive him crazy with tickles.

“Please what?” Isagi teased, hurriedly straddling his hip and prying one arm up so he could more easily access the ticklish hollow of his armpit. “Please keep going? I’d be happy to!”

Bachira’s back arched as he burst into a fresh round of cackling, trying and failing to roll back over, bring his arm down, anything at all. He couldn’t use his other arm to try and fight him off now – he was lying on top of it and couldn’t even reach Isagi if he tried to!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira cried, a snort slipping out of him that made him blush and Isagi’s eyes light up with elation. “NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“I’ve never gotten you to snort before!” Isagi exclaimed, shifting positions again so he was practically lying on top of the smaller boy, arm stretched even higher above him now as the blue-eyed striker scritched his nails into his underarm relentlessly.

The brunette’s laughter went silent for a moment, his blush turning from a pale pink to a rose red in seconds. Isagi smirked. He knew it flustered Bachira out of his mind to get up in his personal space like this when he was being tickled, and now that he’d heard him snort once, he was determined to make him do it again.

“Aww, you’re not even protesting anymore. Are you loving this, bumblebee?” he teased softly, leaning down to kiss his neck.

“EEEP!!” Bachira squealed, trying his best to scrunch up in his helpless position.

“Oh? Ticklish here, too?” Isagi moved his tickling around to Bachira’s shoulder blades, kissing his neck again at the same time.

It was only a couple of seconds before he felt Bachira tapping out on his own back.

“Ehehehehehehenough,” the brunette wheezed, mirthful tears threatening to spill. “Plehehehease, Isagi.”

Knowing a full stop when he saw one, Isagi relented immediately, moving his kisses to Bachira’s cheeks and his hands down to his waist, holding him as close as he could in this awkward position they’d found themselves in.

“God, I love you,” he murmured into his boyfriend’s hair.

Bachira grinned up at the ceiling as he caught his breath and pulled him in closer. “I loved you first.”

[squiggilydrawsthings]

Expectation vs Reality

(Don’t worry they kissed and made up later)