#jjk tickles

[little-lee-froggie]

What’s this? A new fic? In this economy? I don’t believe it! I actually finished a new fic 🫢 I have another one in the works as well for a different fandom, but it’s not quite done yet, but for now, take a Jujutsu Kaisen fic! :) Let’s get into it:

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Warnings: none! :) (please tell me if I’m forgetting one)

Ler: Yuji Itadori

Lee: reader

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You had had probably one of the most crapy day ever. You couldn’t figure out why, but you just felt really bad through out the whole day, and everything just wasn’t okay for you.

When the day’s activities was finally over, you went back to your dorm room and sat in a ball in the corner to cry. As you cried, you felt like you were being consumed by dark thoughts, like everything was fading away, and you were spiralling and spiralling and-

“[NAME]?”

You looked up from your knees to see Itadori standing there as you start trying to wipe away streaks of tears on your cheeks. You didn’t want to be a burden. “O-oh, hi Yuji! What brings you he-“

Your sentence was cut off by him hugging you. You were surprised for a second, but returned the hug. 

“It’s okay to be sad you know. You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. That’s actually why I came to your room… you seemed kinda off all day, and I wanted to try and see if I could help” he said, giving a quick squeeze then parting the hug. 

The look you gave him was a strange mix of pain and gratefulness, but you quickly changed it for a painfully fake smile.

“I’m okay, don’t worry! I j-just… got a really bad splinter, so I was crying…”

As you tried to give an explanation, Itadori listened to you, even though he knew you were lying.

Once you were done with your fake reasons as to why you seemed sad, he just looked at you.

“You know, a genuine smile would look better to me” he said simply. “Is there anything I can do to make that happen?”

You froze, resting your face. “No, I’m fine, r-really! I promise, I don’t need anything, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you”

He sighed, looking at you. “Oh [NAME]… I didn’t want to have to do this, but I guess I have no choice” he said, and a second later, you felt a poke on your side.

You eyes widened when you realized what was going to happen as you made a squeak-like sound.

“[NAME], are you ticklish~?”, he said, teasing a bit now as he started squeezing your sides before you could answer.

“Yuhujihihihi!!! Ahahaha, hehehey!!”, you say, your laughter ringing out, making Itadori happy. “What is it? Don’t tell me this tickles! Wow, it would be kinda flustering for you if that were the case, wouldn’t it?”

A slight blush appeared on your face, as you couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Shuhuhush!! Dohon’t sahahahay thahat!!”

“Aw, but why not? It true, isn’t it? Clearly it is, you’re blushing! How sweet~! And I was right, and genuine smile is much better!”. 

He wasn’t fully teasing you, it was mostly complements, especially on things like your laughter, but it was flustering all the same, and he would always to point out when you made a new sound, when you started to blush more, when he found a bad spot- well, you get the picture.

“Yuhuhuhujihihi!!! Ahahahaha, thahahat- thahahat tihihick-“ you stumbled on the word tickle, regretting getting yourself stuck in a corner that you knew you weren’t getting out of. 

“It what? Why can’t you say it, huh~? Is something the matter?”, he said, teasing you.

“Ihihihi cahahahan’t sahahay it!!”, you confessed easily, thinking that would be better than denying it.

“Can’t say what? What is it you can’t say, can you tell me?”

You face was bright red, and you had a big smile. You knew you couldn’t say tickle, so instead you just said: “Ihihihi cahahahan’t!! Yohou figuhuhure ihihit ohout!!”

Itadori gasped as if you had just said the most offensive thing ever, but his voice didn’t loose his teasing tone. “That wasn’t very nice of you, [NAME]! Apologize~!” 

You just shook your head, laughing to much to speak.

“No, huh? You aren’t going to apologize? Then I suppose I’ll have to make you apologize~.” As he said this, he moved his hand to your thighs and started squeezing, making you shriek in laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-YUHUJIHIHIHI!!!” 

Itadori smiled somewhat innocently, and simply said “Oh? Does it tickle? Hmmm… apologize then”

“OHOKAY OHOKAY!!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!!”, you said, laughing hysterically.

“There we go!”, he said with the same smile, slowly coming to a stop. “You okay?”

“Y-yeahah…. Thahanks, I needed thahat…” you softly smile at him, and he pulls you into a hug.

“Of course, anytime! Just, please don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not? Honestly, it’s almost worse than just seeing you sad, so please, talk to me, okay?” As he says this, he lightly skitters his nails over your back to make you all giggly. “Or I’ll just have to tickle you”

You just squeak and giggle. He stops tickling you, and just holds you as you start to tell him what was going on and explain long why you were sad. And he listens for as long as you need.

You were really grateful to have him as a friend.

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Okay, that was the fic!! I really hope you enjoyed! This one isn’t the one that I said I was working on either, I actually made it in like half an hour today- idk how I did that, but I’d guess it was because I had an idea, and I just wrote that out! I hope you have a lovely day/night, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

#jujutsu kaisen tickling #tickle community #tickling #t-word content #tickle fluff #lee!reader #Ler!yuji #ticklish reader #Yuji x ticklish reader #Yuji x reader #Jujutsu kaisen x ticklish reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk tickles #Jjk x ticklish reader #jjk x reader #Ler!itadori #itadori x reader #itadori x ticklish reader

[giggle-bee]

started reading jjk and I want to wreck gojo so bad

he’s adorable and I know he could kill me which is precisely why I want to squeeze his sides and pinch his hips and make him squeal and cackle

#whatagirlwants

#honey #buzz #jjk tickles #lee!gojo #hivemind #I’m such a simp for nanami it’s unreal

[feathergil]

[ gojo and geto - jujutsu kaisen - squealing santa for @tickle-fight-club ]

what did gojo do this time...

Image ID: A digital illustration of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen. Gojo is pictured laying on his stomach with his elbow as support, and Geto is sitting on his back. Geto's hands are tickling Gojo under his arms, while Gojo adorns a hysterical expression on his face. Geto is pictured as menacing, with a small evil face illustration floating near his shoulder.

Image Caption: [Geto] You take it back? [Gojo] YEHEHES!! [Geto] Do you really? Huh? [Gojo] N-YES! [Geto] No? Alright..

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND THANK YOU @squealing-santa FOR THIS FUN EVENT WOOOOOO!!

#feathergil #jujutsu kaisen tickle #jjk tickle #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #tickle art

[otomiyaa]

😳 check out this art on twitter..

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #tickling #art #satosugu #geto #gojo #tickle community #reminds me I haven't seen JJK s2 yet

[msbyslilbimbo]

Gojo has a thing for tickling >:(

It’s probably a little something, something he accidentally discovered when he was a teen and harassing poor Suguru because he was just so helpless and looked so pretty laughing and squirming.

And let’s be real- if Suguru did mind, he didn’t say anything.

But it’s just something that has this weird twist on him, a branch of foreplay that keeps him in an act of dominance that may not have even needed to be there.

Like now.

The feeling of you writhing on top of him has his head spinning wildly, hips moving and shifting and lips battling has him in his own paradise he could happily get lost in.

Lips battle for dominance, tongues lacing to tease and teeth clacking against one another for feral carnality and lust. It's a miracle he's able to hold his own, you're a goddess incarnate, especially now as you're draped on top of him, tits bouncing with each slurp against each other filthily.

“I fucking love you,” he murmurs, teeth sinking into your lip.

When a massive paw clamps down on your ass to make you moan, blunt nails gripping the plush of flesh in his hands, Satoru is thrown off when you let out a breathy laugh.

Quiet, and easy. But still, a laugh.

He pulls back in confusion.

Your eyes are blown with pleasure and your lips are glossy with spit, but the way your body is tense tells him everything he needs to know about your little reaction.

"What's wrong?" You pant.

"There's no way."

"No way what?" You're a pretty liar, he'll give you credit there.

"There's no fucking way," he sneers, sinking his teeth into his own lip as his blue eyes look you up and down. His fingers briefly tickle you again, and you whine and giggle a hiss out.

"Don't-"

"Is this pretty little ass ticklish too, babygirl?”

"It’s not!" You say petulantly.

"You're not really in a position to lie to me, are ya?" He teases, letting his fingers slowly start their rhythmic tickling once again, and you let out a string of giggles despite yourself, whatever you could try to conjure into a lie being outed as such.

“Satoru!” You squeal, head bumping against him as a way to make him stop. Your nerves are electric with each scritch of his fingers along your sensitive ass and back, fingers fisting locks of his fluffy hair to ground yourself from the electric feeling. "Stohohop it!"

"Liar's get tickled, babe. You know the rules."

“Toru-!” You whine, shoving his chest while his fingers continue to skitter over your lower back and thighs. “I can’t- ha!”

“Need you to use your words, babygirl,” he chuckles, landing a loud spank to your ass. That, immediately, has you replacing your giggles with moans to sing in the air, but the moment is cut off when he just tickles you some more.

"Th-This-This isn't sexyyyyyy!" You groan around laughter.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, this is fuckin' hot."

With your gyrating hips over his, you’re met with his own anatomy reacting to you, stiff and firm under your writhing victimization. His eyes are blown with pleasure, hazy and leaving all coordination to his fingers. His teeth sinks into his lip.

Fuck, he's so turned on it's painful.

“A-ahHA-Re you fuhuhucking ha-AH-ard?!”

“I’m not not hard,” he snicker. He leans down to sink his teeth into the juncture of your throat, making you whine. “Fuck, baby.”

“I chahahant come like thIHIHIS!”

“You’re a fat liar.” Once again, the hands stop tickling you, and one of them darts straight between your legs to stroke the new, surprising wet spot on your panties. You mewl happily as the sensation, and he smirks, “you like this too, don’t you?”

You can’t say anything, he starts tickling you again, this time moving up to your sides and stomach and making you whine and cackle loudly, but one hand stays buried between your thighs, slipping past your underwear and slipping two fingers inside of your velveteen walls through the soaked lace. Your arousal is shrouded in laughter and whines, seeping through your panties and staining the fabric of his pants. “Holy fuck.”

“Satoruuu!” You whine.

Your hips, in search of something to feed the throbbing between your hips, grates against his, the zipper of his pants slotting almost too perfectly between your legs to nip at your clit, and you whimper in delight as you’re finally getting the relief you need in addition to the feeling you’re getting with this…. Sensation.

“Gonna cum-“

“Told you.”

“Dont w-HAHA-hahahanna!” You plead. “Not like this!”

He smirks and sinks his teeth into the meat of your bouncing breast, another sing of pleasure passing your lips.

“I don’t think you have a say in it, doll.

“Gonna make you love cumming like this.”

#my number one kink and boy ndbjbbjda #love him so muchhhhh #hot honey//tickling #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru jjk #gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo imagine #gojo jjk #jjk #jjk smut #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #18+ content #minors dni #smut #not safe for minors

[highdefhoetry]

jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

Gojo

Gojo is playfully sadistic, and you discover that the hard way. He finds out how ticklish you are very quickly; he’s handsy, and painfully observant. You try to stifle your laughter and keep your body still every time his large hands roam around your waist, but nothing gets past his Six Eyes. He sees how hard it is for you to hold back your reaction, how much your body trembles when he caresses you gently. It’s not long before he starts tickling you for real, cherishing the sound of your wild giggling.

Now that he knows you’re ticklish, it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you. Your stomach seems to be his favorite spot, but he’ll get you anywhere if he has access to it. He uses his size and strength to his advantage, often pinning you down so tight you can barely move. When he’s got you trapped, he grins down at you with that feral smile of his, one that sends icy shivers down your spine. He loves watching you try struggling to break free, knowing it’s futile, knowing you have no way to escape what’s coming until he’s satisfied and lets you go. Then, after a few long moments of anticipation, he starts tickling every inch of your body, poking and prodding into your sensitive skin as he searches for your worst spots. And when he finds them, he teases you endlessly.

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

“You cryin’? Can’t take it? That’s too bad. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He gets so excited, grins like a madman as he watches you giggle and squirm beneath him. And when he finds out you actually like it? It’s all over. He teases you whenever he can, just to see you get flustered and shy, then tickles you even more.

And after seeing how much fun he has tickling the shit out of you, you start to wonder if he’s got a thing for it, too!

Geto

Geto finds out you’re ticklish pretty easily. He did it one day when you were having one of your lighthearted arguments and was amused at how easily his tickles took you down. Now, he tickles you mostly just to annoy you, but also because he thinks it’s cute how sensitive you are. He seems to focus more on your sides and underarms, since those are easiest for him to grab on a whim. He’s a fan of interrogation, often tickling you until you agree to do or say what he says. 

“Give up yet? I’m not stopping until you do!”

“Beg all you want, I’m gonna keep tickling you if you don’t do what I say!”

He laughs along with you, soaking up your sweet laughter and bubbly smile. He’s usually more playful than mean, letting up when you admit defeat or agree to his demands, but sometimes he has a cruel streak. One time, he tickles you until you have tears in your eyes and can barely breathe. His big hands roam up and down your body, tickling your helpless body as you shriek and squeal. Even when you say uncle, he keeps going while laughing along with you. When he finally lets up, it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath. He feels a little guilty for tiring you out, so he gives you plenty of hugs afterward and apologizes for going too far.

But when he finds out that you actually like being tickled, he just smiles and laughs a little to himself. 

“Really? No wonder you always antagonize me. I guess I’ll just have to tickle you more, then.”

And he does! He might not be as into it as you are, but he loves doing it anyway. Especially because that means he gets to see your beautiful smile.

Choso

Choso finds out that you’re ticklish by complete accident. And when he does, he plays it cool. He acts like he didn’t notice the way your body quivered when he touched your waist, or the quiet, squeaky noises you made when his hand ran down your side. He raises a brow, smirks softly as he watches you shiver from his touch, but he doesn’t comment on it right away. He waits for the right moment to get you, and when you’re least expecting it, he takes you by complete surprise. 

He straddles your waist because that gives him access to most of your body, and he knows you’re not strong enough to fight him off. He keeps a neutral face for the most part, but you see a small smirk creep across your face as you start to laugh preemptively. He’s the type to comment on all your reactions, not realizing how much his words are flustering you until your laughter increases in pitch.

“Woah, you’re already laughing before I even touch you? You must be really ticklish."

He has a lot of experience tickling other people, being a big brother and all. He knows which spots are the worst, and exploits them as much as he can. But he also finds your secret hidden spots, like the back of your neck and that crease between your thighs and hips. It tickles so bad you almost lose your mind.

“You laugh so hard when I tickle you here, this must be a bad spot for you."

And as he explores you more, he starts making guesses as to which spots are the worst.

“I just know you’re ticklish, riiiight… here.”

Then, when he's discovered all of your sensitive areas, he'll tickle you all over, giving plenty of attention to each little spot that makes you scream.

He’s mean in his own way, but he knows when to stop and give you breaks. After you’re done playing, he makes sure you drink water and gives you lots of cuddles. But of course, he'll sneak in a few tickles too, when you're least expecting.

He's pretty nonchalant when he finds out you like being tickled. He shrugs and gives you a half-smile, responding in his typical neutral tone.

"Tickling, huh? I should've known. That's pretty cute, though. Now c'mere..."

Nanami

Nanami loves punishment tickles, much to your surprise. You didn’t think a man as serious as him would be into something most people consider childish and juvenile. You thought wrong. 

Nanami was stern and tolerated no nonsense. You couldn’t resist messing with him and were constantly trying to get him to crack a smile or show any kind of emotion. You try tickling him at one point, gently poke his sides to see how he’ll react. His expression is unfaltering; it’s like you’re jabbing a rock. You give up, but find other ways to get on his nerves.

After acting like a brat all day without consequences, you’re taken aback when he suddenly grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. Fear strikes through your heart, and you wonder what he’s planning to do. Then, he digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you there until you scream. It comes as a complete shock, and since you didn’t see it coming, you find it impossible to control your reactions. He’s quite rough, opting for harder tickles instead of soft teasing ones, holding you firmly in place while you thrash around madly. He’s not messing around anymore; he wants to see you suffer. He keeps his expression hidden behind thick goggles and watches you writhe under his hands without a hint of a smile on his face, barely saying a word while he tickles you mercilessly.

“This is what you get. You just don't listen."

You try begging, bargaining, saying anything to get him to stop, but he keeps tickling you until you’re completely out of breath and worn out from all the struggling. 

“Are you ready to be good?” he asks as he grabs your chin, yanking it upwards after he finally stops. “Or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

Even if you say yes and promise to listen, he still tickles you more to show he means business. Then he pats your head and cups your cheek, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He may be strict, but he does cares for you.

Tickling becomes his go-to method when he wants you to behave. You pretend to hate it, but he can tell how much you love it. You wouldn’t keep bratting him so much otherwise.

Toji

Toji is a true sadist. He usually prefers harder play, but when he finds out how ticklish you are and how much it makes you cry and beg, he bares his teeth in a wicked grin and makes a habit out of tickling you incessantly. He becomes addicted to your suffering, often tickling you to the point of tears. And when he’s in this kind of mood, he won’t stop even if you threaten to piss yourself. He’ll mock you, parroting back your pleas and futile attempts to appeal to his humanity. 

“‘Stooop, it tickles!’ It’s supposed to, sweetie. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? Beg harder and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

He never does. His hands dig into your ribs, spider up and down your sides, attack you at random so you can’t anticipate his next move. He tickles hard, to the point where you can barely form words or sentences, and seems partial to your hips and thighs. The way he squeezes them and kneads your skin makes you shriek in a high-pitched tone that could break glass.

“Cry all you want. You can’t do anything to stop me.”

He’s right. All you can do is thrash around and pray that he’ll stop soon.

You’re a complete mess when he finally lets up. You feel your tangled hair plastered with sweat against your face and forehead as you gasp desperately for air, all while he smiles down at you like a wild dog about to chew up its toy. He looms over you, and you fear that he’ll start up again, but instead he leans forward and kisses your head.

“I like seeing you this way,” he says. “We should play again another time.”

Sukuna

Sukuna is a complete monster. A tickle monster, in fact. Having four strong arms comes in handy when you’re a ler, and when he finds out you’re one of those ticklish humans who absolutely can’t stand it, he takes advantage of you every chance he gets. 

The first time he tickles you is unintentional. He treats you like a pet, commanding you to sit next to him so he can caress and fondle your soft skin and supple body whenever he pleases. The tips of his long, sharp fingernails lightly graze your arms, shoulders, and neck, prompting a few spluttered giggles from you. He takes note of your reaction, strokes the same spots again, and smirks when you laugh and squirm around once more. He does this for a while longer, enjoying the stifled squeals that escape your lips and the way your body twitches with every touch. 

“What’s the matter, pet?” He teases as he slides a finger down your spine. “Hold still, or I’ll make you.”

At a certain point, he can’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists with two hands, then pins you down with your arms stretched above your head, giving him access to your entire upper body. Your heart bangs against your chest, drumming intensely as the King of Curses stares down at you with lust and hunger. With his two free hands, he starts to slowly stroke his nails up and down your sides, never relenting or changing the pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You can’t move a muscle, and there’s no hope of wriggling out of his grasp, so all you can do is laugh. He starts exploring you, lightly tickling your underarms until you scream and spidering your stomach with all ten fingers. Surprisingly, he seems to like giving you lighter tickles. Probably because those drive you insane more so than harder ones.

He doesn’t let you go until he’s had his fill of your laughter. Then, he leaves you to recover on your own as he tends to other matters. It’s what you’ve come to expect.

Later on, when he finds out you’re into it, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“What, you actually enjoy this?” He throws back his head to laugh. “You are an interesting human. I think I’ll keep you around.”

#tickling #tickle kink #jjk headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #Sukuna x reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk nanami #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[riaki]

hs satoru knows he’s hot; he flaunts it everywhere he gets the chance to. but still, every now and then he’ll get on his knees like he’s about to throw himself on your feet and beg for your hand in marriage— only to ask you, “baby, do i look cute?” and then you can scoff and roll your eyes, but satoru insists he needs validation from you and you only. totally not because suguru gets more girls than he does, and so when you bring it up, he tells you he can have all the girls on the block ogling him like hes a mouthwatering snack and they’ve been starved for months, but none of their attention matters to him like yours does. sometimes, when you go out on a bright n sunny afternoon to browse the streets of tokyo, he’ll swipe his glasses off and wipe an imaginary droplet of sweat off his face to woo the ladies (who are buried in their phones), and when you scold him all he does is give you an innocent look and whine, “aww, but i was only trying to make you proud, sweetheart.” and then he’ll laugh and say none of the women hold his interest like you do when you smack him across the shoulder.

(just tell him he looks hot, and he’ll melt— but not before you do with the look he gives you; the kisses he peppers your face with afterward. he tries to make it an equal exchange.)

#gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jujustu kaisen #satoru x reader #billet-doux #take this cus i’m supposed to be swimming rn but ion wanna #tell him he has rizz but only w girls and he’ll cry #he’s a ladies man and suguru is an everyone’s man #skill issue #gojou satoru x reader #he tickles u when ur upset cuz he likes seeing ur pretty smile n feels uncomfortable when it’s not there to greet him #gojo fluff #jjk fluff

[queenendless]

😂Ticklish Remedy(Student!SatoSuguxStudent!Fem!Reader)😂

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out! I gotta write more JJK tk fics in the future. This one I rushed, it's true.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, more exposition than tickles but obvious tickles, mention of reader gaining seer vision cursed technique powers for possible future plot development, Shoko Ieiri cameo, and SatoSugu poly loving.

Credit for characters and art used goes to Gege sensei.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy.

Why were you in such a pathetic mood?

Waking up from a messed up dream in a cold sweat?

Coming back from a mission where more damage than saving was done?

Or a hard downpour out of nowhere soaked you and would be around for the remainder of the evening?

All of the above.

In this life, you are the quiet, sweet protective being. But it takes certain things to set you off. All of the above, for instance.

Another big one would be the only friends turned found family you ever had and known getting harmed in any way, whether from slander from those foolish higher ups or certain corrupted humans you were obligated to save and not harm for retribution despite getting injured on the job because of them. Those indeed pissed you off.

That wasn't the case this time.

Nah, you're just having one of those days.

You had just left the shower, clad in a dry tee shirt and short shorts, going stomach first flopping on your dorm room bed in a downtrodden sense, when a loud knock on your door made you moan in refusal, smothering your face in your pillow.

"L/n? Sweetie? Y/n-chaaaaaan~?!"

Satoru's loud rambles; his voice always making you smile, now sounded irritating to you. "Go away." Your muffled yell made a new voice join in.

"Y/n? Honey? Are you alright?"

Suguru's concerned voice made you feel bad at behaving this way towards them when it wasn't their fault at all. "Not really."

"Excuse us. We're coming in." Suguru's warning was followed by your dorm room door sliding opening as their heads popped up through behind the door, your weak wave giving them the prompt to just come in.

They were both still in uniform but also in socks and slippers, as Satoru flopped down, jostling the bed, before spooning you from behind and Suguru sliding your door closed before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you and held your hand in his; rubbing comforting circles on your knuckles with his thumb when he asked.

"How bad?"

Your hesitant sigh didn't bode well. "I was sent alone to exorcize a second-grade curse spirit after it ended several regulars working at a cemetery."

"Yaga-sensei told us." Suguru's pitying gaze made you whine weakly. "We're sorry we couldn't go with you."

Flashes of your nightmare from early morning resurfaced; your pinched expression being a sign of your discomfort. "The same nightmare happened again. Just … bloodied corpses … of those I care for …that shadowed, stitched forehead bastard's smile ... and I'm unable to move or scream or do anything …" Your voice wavered as your form trembled with a deep-rooted frustration and pain on this particular dilemma.

You still had no freaking idea who or what it was; human or cursed spirit, let alone why you kept having these dreams. A warning? Perhaps. You were slowly climbing up the ranks in terms of developing your Innate technique; as odd as it was in getting impactful visions followed by side effecting migraines. And this was yet another unknown future threat standing in your way.

"Plus I got rained down hard coming back here. So there." You pouted, taking Suguru's hand in your own, just to splat it over your face, amusing the latter despite the gloomy vibe.

"That bad, huh? God, quite the depressing mood bundle you are!" Satoru sighed loudly.

You jammed your thumb over your shoulder into Satoru's cheek, dryly retorting. "Obnoxious creep." You thrusted your pointer finger of the same hand forward in Suguru's face. "Weird bangs guy."

"Now sweetie, I know you're just saying those things because you're down in the dumps… but it still wounds me!" Satoru mockingly cried out, ruffling your hair, further driving the point of getting stabbed in the feels.

"Honey, you're wrong. About my bangs, I mean. Satoru … nah that's right on the mark." Geto poked your nose, smirking like the smart ass he is, rubbing salt in the wound.

"Hey!" Gojo flared up, dagger eyes on his bestie at the betrayal.

You snorted at their interaction. Satoru's face stubbornly set in a pouting expression, when the sound you just made gave him quite the amusing idea as he kissed your forehead down from up above you. "So, what you need right now is some serious cheering up, 101."

A twisted smile suddenly wormed up on his face. It makes your gut squirm with nerves.

"Suguru~" The sing-song tone to his name snatched the younger man's attention. "It seems our lovely girlfriend is too grumpy for our liking~!"

The same twisted feeling inside you doubled as Suguru smiled at you in the same manner.

"Yes … we should remedy that right away."

Able to read each other's thoughts down pat; synced as the best friends they are, meant they were both on board for their evil agenda.

"Uh, chotto matte," Your Nihongo Jouzu reflexes came spilling out as nervous giggles did as well, fidgeting as your attempts to get up and pull away from Satoru's hold were futile for his arms tightened around your waist and pulled quick enough to flush your back against his front. "Not that. Anything but that!"

"Y/n-chan … if you plead more, I'll consider it." Suguru calmly mused as he climbed up on your bed, trapping your legs in between his knees, coyly smiling. "Maybe~"

A squeal sprung free from your lips as the spider-like fingers of Satoru squeezed your sides before wriggling into your ribs. "I'd rather she beg. After all, she wants this so much~!" Satoru smugly taunted, that fat ass smirk plastered on his face when you jabbed your elbow hard in his side.

"Liar liar pants on fire – AAH~!" Your retort was cut off by your own shriek as Satoru's fingertips slithered around to deeply drag across your belly.

"Oh ho, you're gonna get it now!" Satoru's deepened tone spoke doom for you. Suguru's snickers only added to it.

Your spastic, laughing form was kicking, flailing, and bouncing to both their inner amusement and glee; the bed squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall many times in the process.

"Cootchie cootchie coo~!" Satoru's fingers slid through your shirt sleeves to pinch and wring the bare skin of your armpits.

"Tohohohohoru you ahahahahahass~!" You slam your shoulders into his in another attempt to push him off, but that lean skinny bode hid such strength beneath.

"Hey! I have a fine ass, I'll have you know!" Gojo's pursed lips were made to good use as he began doing raspberries from the crook of your neck to the base of it to under your ear, speaking in between every tingling blow. "Very. Fine. Indeed!" His snowy hair added to the ticklish sensation as his puffy locks brushed your cheek.

"You twohoohoo beheheheheter stahahahap or I swehehehear I'll – EEK~!" You squeaked harder as Suguru exchanges wiggling squeezes between your shaking kneecaps and your thighs. "Suhuhuhuhugu qu – quihihihit it~!!"

Geto snorted. "Jackass is more like it."

"Your face up my ass the other day spoke otherwise, if you recall~" Satoru's buzzing wet lips pulled from your neck to give bedroom eyes to Suguru.

Who returns the look, just as gluttonous for another go. "The face you made proves you enjoyed it just as much~"

Their raunchy talk was halted as a pillow got whacked in Suguru's face, followed by said pillow being thrown to Satoru's, who barely caught it in one hand. But that enough commotion lets you slip free from his loosened grasp.

Though the truth was he let you go free for now, laughing slowly at the look of sheer disbelief on his raven haired lover's face at what you just pulled, the more bangs loosely gracing his forehead from the commotion.

"Ooh, you're in trouble~!" Gojo singing spoke of doom.

Your panting, pink cheeked self could only have a moment's reprieve as chills raked your skin at the dark edge tainting Suguru's almond eyes. Unlike the smile in your nightmares, bearing callousness and insanity, Suguru's bore a more eerily calm smiling face.

"Indeed … it's on."

He dodged the kick to his face by your freed foot, toothily smiling as he caught your ankle, viewed your squirming foot with scrutinizing intrigue, before dragging his finger up and down your sole lightly enough to have you become a cute chortling mess.

Your other foot moved to kick his arm to free yourself when Gojo snatched it straight away, clicking his tongue to scold you. "Naughty, naughty~"

The two looming devils you love jumped you!

Shoko Ieiri, twirling her non lite cigarette between her fingers, jumped at the ear-piercing scream striking the air of the dorm, high tailing to the source as curiosity beckoned her.

Discovering the loud slamming ruckus jumbled in as well, it all is coming from your room followed by your jumbled cackling wordplay in the mix had her sliding the door open, her cigarette nearly slipping from her grasp at the sight she just witnessed.

You were flipped to lay on your stomach, laughing your sweaty red face off, as both those bastards each straddled a thigh of yours, with a footsie for each to tickle savagely.

"And this is why I stopped questioning why this is your norm now." Shoko shrugged.

"She whacked us with her pillow!" Suguru gruffly complained as his fingers wringed through your toes.

"Hilarious move on her part but she did wound my pride." Satoru's mirthful grin then drooped as his pride did deflate. "So, retribution!" Killing your restraint as he nibbled on your padded piggies.

"SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKO~!!! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE THEHEHEHEHEHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP~!!!"

Your flailing calves nearly whacking them were immediately taken care of as their forearms wrapped around them to hold them in place, their hands squeezing your ankles in their ironclad grip. Suguru nibbled and dragged his teeth and tongue down your wrinkled sole while Satoru's lips and tongue suckled and wriggled between your toes.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHESE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY~!!!"

"Yeah, as the resident healer of our group, I see the telltale signs she's gonna pass out at this rate." Shoko nearly toppled over you as your hands needed some support to dig and squeeze your fingers in something to keep your unhinged self-grounded.

Suguru hummed in contemplation. "Hmmm … while seeing and hearing our love in this state does please me greatly, this overall was supposed to cheer her up."

"Your cheering up brand is quite savage indeed." Shoko's apathetic tone made them both stifle a groan; Satoru's vibrating through your foot made you squeal louder, as he finally popped his mouth off your saliva covered minies.

"Alright, alright! We will," Satoru gave a big wet smooch to your topside. "I'd say we're even now."

Suguru kissed your other topside in the same manner, before their arms released your calves, moving off your thighs so they could lay your legs fully down on your rustled sheeted bed.

You breathed in and out your relief as tranquility came at last; giggles from ghost tickles slipping in, releasing your hold on Shoko's arm to fold yours and use them as your personal resting pillow. "Ah … f … freedom … thank you." You were now more exhausted but less depressing. Pro? Perhaps. For now, anyway.

"Y/n." You leaned your head into Satoru's smooth warm hand as he brushed your hair strands sticking to your forehead aside, rubbing your forehead before brushing your hair back in gentle motions, as he flopped down on his stomach on your right side, resting his cheek on his free forearm, the vibrant Six Eyes looking at you over his lowered shades, straightforward truth teeming in them. "In this life, you can't save everyone."

You frowned at that, blunt and to the point, when Suguru also flopped down the same way on your left side, his giant firm hand rubbing massaging circles on your back, surging with tender care, bringing blessed sighs out of you, as his eyes met yours next, teemed with solace. "Nor will the fear of the unknown go away just like that."

"We can't promise that nothing will happen to all of us later on down the line, either." Satoru's distaste for it showed.

"But we can promise that when they do, come what may, we'll give it our all." Suguru's empathy shined through in his beautiful almond eyes.

"We have to in order to be the strongest duo, after all." Satoru chuckled as his cheek nuzzled yours.

"Eh? And me?" You pouted.

"Then trio." Suguru pecked your lips just to see that smile of yours blossom.

"Ahem!" Shoko fake coughed, sitting against the front of the bed on the floor, plopping her head back, lips puckered and batting eyes at you all in fake sadness.

"Okay, squad then! Point being! Whatever comes our way, we face it together, as best we can. We are there for each other. None of us should be alone. Right?" Satoru's sincere toothy smile sealed the deal.

You sighed deeply. "Fine … but any more savage tickling cheering up schemes in the future are off the table! I swear to God –!"

"Hai hai." The duo agreed in unison as they each pressed a deep noisy smooch to your cheeks.

"Ehem." Shoko pointed at her own face, wanting smooches too. That brought laughs out of all three of you before you kissed her forehead, and the guys kissed her cheeks.

The downpour had finally ceased, and you fell asleep from the tiring experience that toppled the rest.

"Too precious for this kind of life, she is." Shoko smiled faintly as the guys kept their eyes on yourself, softly breathing, slowly lifting and lowering your slumbering self.

"Suguru? Those dreams of hers …"

"Premonitions, you mean?"

Satoru nodded. "It's been happening for weeks now."

"She could be a cursed Seer of sorts. See the future and all that." Shoko interjected.

"Her cursed energy has been increasing. Her output as well. Still … I say we keep close to her. Keep our guard up." Suguru suggested.

"And if Yaga-sensei sends her out solo tasking again?" Satoru dreaded that possible outcome.

"We should inform him of this. If a possible dire threat does arrive in our future, I'd suggest one of us go with her on missions just in case. We both can handle solo missions just fine."

"Then I call dibs~!"

Suguru's eyes narrowed intensely. "My idea, my dibs."

Satoru flared up. "Eh~?!"

Your groggy stirring mumbles alerted the bois to keep it down, your settling down leaving them puffing out their reliefs.

"Compromise then, Satoru~?"

Said man groaned. "You're lucky you're you."

Suguru chuckled at that before smooching his snowy haired lover over your resting head.

"Your throuple is a cursed miracle in and of itself, alright." Shoko murmured, toying with the cig between her lips.

Your throuple life story.

Cursed miracle indeed.

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[little-lee-froggie]

Hello! I’m baaaaack!! And with my first jujutsu kaisen fic! It took me so long to write such a short story- sorry for the wait (if anyone was waiting, tho I doubt). Anyway, I won’t talk for to long. Let’s get into it:

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synopsis: Inumaki finds out about the readers ticklishness, and there’s no way he’s going to pass up the opportunity to see them smile :)

ler: Inumaki

lee: reader

fandom: jjk

warnings: none, just scroll if you don’t like tickling! ☺️ (Please let me know if I missed any)

You were just sitting on the small couch in Inumaki’s room. You both often went to each other’s rooms, so often that you could both just go in without each other’s permission, so often that if one of you was looking for the other they’d check their own room first before the others. 

Inumaki was out on a mission at the moment, so you were just on your phone scrolling through Tumblr. Suddenly you heard the door open and Inumaki walked in. “Hello! How was the mission?”. He smiled, you could tell from his eyes, and signed to you; “It went well, but I’m tired. Can I rest on you?”. You nodded, allowing him to lie down on you, his head resting on your lap, his face pushed into your stomach. You smiled at him and gently ran your hands through his hair. 

You sat like that for about a minute when he nuzzled his face further into your stomach, catching your of guard. You squeaked and flinched slightly. Inumaki looked up at you, then quickly signed out “you ok?” “I’m fine, my stomach’s just a bit… sensitive” “did I hurt you?” “No, it just-“ you paused. You couldn’t say that word out loud, so you signed it instead. 

“Tickles”

Inumaki’s eyes flashed with mischief. He used his position to his advantage, not allowing you to run a lightly squeezed your side. “Ahaha!,” you giggled slightly in response. He smiled again and started poking at your stomach.

“T-tohohoge!! Ahah whahahat ahahare you dohohoing??” Inumaki just chuckled slightly. He was thinking of all the things he would say to you right now if he didn’t have cursed speech or his hands weren’t busy right now. 

Since he couldn’t tease you with words, he opted to now sit up on your lap and tickle your neck with one hand and draw circles on your side with the other. 

They way you scrunched up and giggled at these new sensations felt very endearing to Inumaki. He smiled at you. Even though he was still tired, you’re laugher gave him energy again, a reason to stay awake. 

He stopped for a minute to let you catch your breath. He signed to you “Do you want me to stop?”. You didn’t want it to stop, but it was once again to flustering to say out loud so you signed it to him.

“It’s fine, I actually-“ you paused for a moment, worried about what he would think, but then you remembered that this was your best friend, you can trust him. “I actually like being tickled”

His eyes widened, then filled with a look of happiness. He didn’t waste one more second, he started to tickle your sides. 

They way Inumaki tickled you was nice. It was gentle so he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was definitely not going easy on you. 

“Ahaha!!,” you laughed, lightly pushing on his hands. Your smile made him calm. He likes seeing you happy like this, it makes him feel happy as well. 

After awhile, both of you got tired. You guys hugged on the couch, his hands lightly ghosting over your sides until the twi of of you fall asleep. He loves that you like it, so always be on the lookout for sneak attacks, even during training. It’ll not like Gojo would make him stop. Inumaki certainly keeps you on your toes!

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Ok, that’s all for now! I hope you enjoyed :)) Sorry if I don’t write or post any new fics for awhile, I get unmotivated easily lol. I hope you have a lovely day/night! Byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

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[giggle-bee]

So would you prefer rasberries from Nanami or Gojo?

AHEJEGEKEHRHEHHR

you can’t just ask me that!!!!!

hmmmmmmmmmmm both sound good but I feel like gojo would be far more teasy and I would explode

So I’ll go with nanami :3

#honey #bee answers #jjk tickles #squishy bun

[13phantom13angel13]

Thief

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A/N: Hello! It is I! Your Squealing Santa! Surprise! You really gave me some damn good prompts and pairings. I had such a hard time choosing! Anyways, this was my first time writing for JJK. I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to write! Happy holidays! @giggly-squiggily

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The christmas season had rolled around at Jujutsu High. The pleasing aroma of gingerbread, peppermint, and chocolate filled the air of the dorms’ kitchen. Anyone who entered the building would be smacked in the face by the sweet scent…the sound of bickering.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto stood in the kitchen bickering with each other. Geto, wearing an apron with some flour and chocolate smudged on him; Gojo wearing a shit eating grin as he held up one of the fresh gingerbread men that was just pulled out of the oven.

“Dammit, Satoru! Would you quit eating the cookies!? You’re going to eat them all before we can even decorate them!” Geto snarled at him, swatting him away with the spatula he wielded.

“I will do no such thing!” Gojo argued back, dodge by him with ease as he took another bite of the cookie. “I can’t eat all of them in one sitting.” He smirked as Geto’s jaw clenched.

“That’s literally the third one you just ate. If you eat one more, there will be consequences.” He growled out in annoyance. Gojo chuckled deviously at the threat.

“I would like to see you try, my dear Suguru.”

Geto’s eye twitched as Gojo took another bite of the sweet delicacy he stole.

“Get your thieving ass out of the kitchen, you menace.”

The challenging grin that spread across Gojo’s face made Geto want to punch him. Then he spoke the famous last words.

“Make me.”

It was Geto’s turn to smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, taking the apron off from around his neck as he approached the cocky pale haired man with cracking knuckles. Gojo’s grin fell as he recognized the mischievous twinkle in his boyfriend’s eyes. He gulped as he took a couple of steps back.

“Now, Suguru. Think about this.”

“Oh, I have thought about it,” Geto stated as he boxed Gojo in against the adjacent counter. “And I think this is a suiting punishment for your crime, cookie thief!”

Gojo squealed as Geto’s fingers descended upon his sides. Bubbly giggles came spilling past his lips as he squirmed in place.

“Suhuhuhuguruhuhuhu! Nohohoho fahahahahair!”

“It’s plenty fair! I told you to stop eating the damn cookies but you didn’t want to listen. Suffer the consequences!” He scolded as his fingers traveled across his stomach. Gojo giggled harder.

“Tihihihihickling is agahahahahainst the ruhuhules!”

“Pfft! According to whom, exactly? Not you, that’s for sure!” Geto’s fingers traveled up his ribs, his giggles turning into laughter.

“AH! NONONONOHOHOHO!”

Geto laughed with him.

“You sounded like Santa! That’s how you get into the holiday spirit. Not by stealing cookies. Now, are you ready to apologize?” Geto asked the near hysterical man in front of him. Gojo shook his head as wiggling fingers traveled higher on his rib cage. Geto clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Suit yourself.” With one hand, Geto attacked Gojo’s armpit. With the other, he grabbed his hip and squeezed in such a torturous fashion that Gojo actually screamed.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SUGURU NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Loud, boisterous laughter exploded from him as his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Geto followed him down with tickling fingers still attached to their targets.

“Give it up, Satoru. We both know you’re too ticklish to keep this up much longer.” Geto said with a fond chuckle. Listening to his boyfriend laugh was one of his favorite things in the world.

By this point, Gojo’s cheeks had turned a pretty decent shade of red. Not enough to be alarming, but enough to know he was reaching his limits. Tears of mirth glistened in the corners of his eyes as he weakly batted at Geto’s hands.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!! YOU WIHIHIHIN!!” Gojo screeched in hysterics.

“Are you going to stop stealing cookies and leave me alone to bake in peace?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! SUGURU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gojo begged as the first tear trickled down his cheek. That was his signal to stop.

Geto withdrew his hands and sat beside Gojo, rubbing his back gently as he caught his breath. Gojo peered up at him as he wiped his eyes.

“That was rude and uncalled for…” He panted softly. Geto gave him a flat stare.

“What’s rude and uncalled for is stealing my cookies. Now shoo. I have to finish up these cookies so they’re cooler enough to decorate this evening.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m going.” Gojo got to his feet, exchanging as gentle kiss with Geto as he walked out of the kitchen to leave his boyfriend in peace.

Lesson learned, Gojo. Don’t be a cookie thief.

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[feathergil]

[ gojo satoru - jujutsu kaisen ]

silly man deserves to get tickled silly <3

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[chibimochii]

Oh?? What is this?! JJK? From me~✨

To the amazing @italeean thanks for commissioning me sweetheart— I love Inumaki, and it was a fun challenge to draw them! (*'▽'*)💞

#mochiispeaks #jjk tickle #Jjk tickle art #Ler!Inumaki #Lee!Yuuta #mochii commissions

[msbyslilbimbo]

toji tickles you, bc he knows it’s punishment from him that you’re not used to :/

and he is. cruel. he’s so mean to you about it because it’s a punishment after all, but the way he hooks his thumbs under your arms to tickle you, or ruin your orgasms by scratching blunt nails under your knees is just too much sometimes. sometimes, when he’s eating you out, he lets his tongue roam up to your bellybutton, lapping there hungrily while you shriek and try your hardest not to push his head away or- god forbid- kick him away. if you’re good, he rolls his thumb over the swell of your clit vigorously to make you cum, conditioning you to love what he’s doing like a dumb dog. if you do kick or hit him, or he’s just not feeling nice, he gives you a flurry of raspberries on your tummy while nails skitter over your ribs until it doesn’t even arouse you anymore and all you can focus on is tickling fingers and them not stopping as overstimulation and panic floods your mind and between your legs as you weakly push his head away to no avail.

but today he’s just in a bad mood.

his texts are blunt and short, he’s not using any pet names or even any dirty talk, it’s like you’re talking to a stranger. you pout with every blah text, ultimately before you turn off your phone and ignore the buzzing from your boyfriend.

a few hours pass before toji finally comes home, teeth bared in a snarl as he stalks up to you. in a panic you stand up too, “toji…?”

“why the fuck did ya stop texting me?” he snaps.

a chill shrill’s through your spine, “i… felt like you didn’t want to talk-“

“of course i fuckin’ did,” he says, only to then grab you and hoist you over his shoulder, ignoring your pleads of forgiveness. “only fuckin’ thing gettin’ me through the day, and you have the nerve to ignore me?”

“toji!” you mewl. “please! be nice! im sorry!”

he scoffs as you finally cross the threshold into the bedroom, and he tosses you on the bed and crawls after you to climb. he uses two big hands to hold both of your wrists above your head, and he works himself between your legs, keeping you fairly immobile from the figure between your thighs. “the hell’s being nice ever gotten me?”

you whine as a massive hand comes square on your tummy and scrabbles over the quivering flesh, no build up or anticipation needed before he dives in and just starts tickling.

“n-no!” you choke.

“‘no,’” he mimics right back, voice pitched and face bored. “like hell im gonna listen to you.”

“why!” you wail. “i didn’t even do anythihihing!” your knees nail into his tailbone in an attempt to get away, and you arch your back upwards to try and get some slack in your arms, but all he does is adjust them tauter and flatter against the bed.

“maybe i just wanna be the bad guy, huh?” he grumbles. “maybe i just wanna be the big, mean, evil guy who tickles you because i want to, eh?”

he is mean. you’d been nothing but good and patient all day, keeping up chores and housework so when he comes home it’s pristine, and all he wants to do now is tickle you until you cry.

“i dohohont wanna be tickleddd!” you demand, and he merely gawfs at your audacity.

“hate to tell you princess, don’t fuckin’ care what you want.”

thick fingers pinch at the meat of your hips and dig ferociously into the sides of your tummy, only to skitter back up under your arms where you sob. The sensations are maddening, but the signals in your brain slip when, in your search for freedom, you pant a moan out when he’s hard, hard as a rock nuzzled against your pussy. the rutting sensation feeling so good, you keep going, laughter turning breathy as torment crosses into pleasure. your eyes cross as you twitch, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him closer, albeit your torso still fights him off.

he smirks, “i think you’re full of shit sayin’ you don’t want this.”

it’s a case of a good thing becoming a bad thing, as releases your hands to slip a beefy hand down to your shorts, where he toys with the fabric; one hand tickles under your arms, one working the hem to the side to tickle your sticky pussy lips.

“toji!” you yelp, trying to tighten your legs to get him out of there to no avail. he’s stuck between your legs, and there’s nothing you can do about it but laugh and laugh.

your hands shove at his big shoulders as best as you can, given the tickling under your arms, but you’re convulsing from the overstimulation, tickling being the only thing on your mind as you writhe and plead for him to have mercy.

there’s a heat brewing between your legs as you flail to get away, one that pleads you to stay for the idea of a soul wracking orgasm from him toying with you, the other desperate to get away from the tickles.

he licks his lips, “maybe that’s why I like doin’ this to ya so much,” he says, leaning down and worming his head between your arm and head to whisper in your hypersensitive ears.

“makes me horny watchin’ ya squirm.”

@highdefhoetry 🙈🙈🙈 im sorry this was goofy

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[highdefhoetry]

jjk men getting tickled

disclaimer: although this is pure fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not reblog, do not like, do not follow.

"Stop, please! I can't take it!"

Gojo isn’t used to physical affection, or the sensation of touch in general. Due to his constant application of his cursed technique as a defense mechanism, he often goes weeks or months without experiencing the touch of another. Because of this, it takes a while for him to let his guard down around you. When you finally build enough trust, he releases his cursed technique and lets you get close. That’s when you learn how ticklish he is.

While you’re cuddling, you notice the way he flinches when you wrap your hands around his waist, how much his body quivers when you brush your fingers across his bare skin. You really don’t even have to try and tickle him - he’s just that sensitive. Caressing his cheek, kissing his neck, stroking his chest and stomach. All parts of him give the best reactions. He can’t hold back his frantic giggles or stop himself from squirming around, especially when given light tickles. Those weaken him more than harder ones.

His laugh is airy and melodic, almost like a song. It’s absolutely precious and makes you wanna tickle him even more so you can keep listening to the sweet sound of his voice as it reaches higher octaves. His smile is bright and joyful, jarringly different from that cocky all-knowing smirk he usually wears. He flails around like crazy, rolls from side to side trying to escape, tries to beg you to stop but can't get the words out since he's laughing too hard. Pink blush dusts his cheeks, and seeing how embarrassed he looks when you're done makes you fall a little more in a love with him.

Mostly he hates being tickled, but part of him can’t help but enjoy the attention. He’ll pretend to be grumpy afterwards, but that can be remedied with a big hug and plenty of kisses.

"Wait, nonono! Okay, okay, I give up!"

Geto is the king of “I’m not ticklish”. He swears it up and down, denies it when you ask, and goes out of his way to prove it by allowing you to try. He lets you discover this “fact” for yourself, smirking victoriously when you tickle his sides and underarms with no reactions. Even when you explore the rest of his body, testing out all of the usual spots, he remains unfazed. You start to feel discouraged when you look at his handsome face and see his pleasant, neutral expression has remained unchanged.

That is, unless you make a sneak attack. Later on, when he’s not paying attention, you creep up behind him and poke his sides, just to see what’ll happen. He lets out a shriek, yanks his arms down, but it’s too late. You’ve already seen the mask slip. You clamp your hands around his ribs, dig into them while he yells and tries to fight you off. That spot seems to be his worst.

His laughter is loud and booming, different from the one he makes when he’s cracking a joke or making fun. He starts begging almost instantly, tries to grab your hands to stop you, thrashes around in a desperate attempt to escape. When appeals to your mercy don't work, he starts making soft threats, says he’s gonna get you back good, but you can barely hear them through his spluttered laughter. When you finally stop, he pretends to be tuckered out, until you let your guard down. Then he pounces on you, pinning you down so he can give you a taste of your own medicine.

You pride yourself on what you've learned. It’s not that he isn’t ticklish. He’s just really good at hiding it!

"Please, no more..."

Choso is the king of tickle fights, being a big brother and all. He almost always wins, being ridiculously strong and somewhat of a sadistic ler, plus he protects himself well enough that it’s almost impossible to get at his ticklish spots when you’re in the moment. If you’re patient enough, however, you can get him good when he lets his guard down. And when you do, the tables quickly turn.

His laughter is deep, yet quiet. He doesn’t laugh loudly or erupt into fits of giggles, being able to control his vocal reactions better than most people, so most of the time it comes out as a soft snicker. But when he’s tickled, he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen and tries hiding it by clamping a hand over his mouth. That makes it easier for you to tickle him more, giving you an opening to get his underarms. He’s really weak to tickles there. He wiggles around like a worm, tries rolling up into a ball, and buries his face in his hands. Getting tickled makes him feel shy. If you tease him about how bashful he gets, his face will turn red and he’ll laugh even more.

He’ll half-heartedly beg you to stop, but not enough for you to take it seriously. You can tell he enjoys it for the most part - if he really wanted you to stop, he could easily overpower you. You wouldn’t dare tease him about it, though - you knew what would happen if you did.

"Enough...!"

Nanami is one of those people who truly isn’t that ticklish. Any attempts to tickle him are almost always met with a deep sigh and an annoyed grumble rather than laughs. He’s immune to pokes, prods, and surprise attacks, and his stony demeanor remains unchanged no matter where you touch him. You almost give up, until one day you start paying a bit more attention and realize how hard he’s trying to keep it together. Specifically when you lightly graze his sides or his lower back. 

You notice how hard he grits his teeth, how red his face gets, how tense his muscles become the more you tease and torment his waistline. The corners of his lips twitch up, yet he refuses to crack a smile. He’ll whisper to you in a stern voice, “Stop,” or warn you with a threatening “Enough”, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. He controls his laughter pretty well, keeping up his stoic facade until you're finished.

When you finally let up, he acts irritated and complains about how your childishness always gets in the way of his work. But you can tell he’s a bit more relaxed, his shoulders less tense, his mood a bit lighter. Besides, if he really hated it so much, he would have simply put a stop to it. You’ll never get him to admit it, though!

"Fuck you!! Gahh, knock it off!"

Toji is surprisingly ticklish, and he really fucking hates it. He’s also great at hiding his reactions for the most part, but only for so long. He stifles his laughter when you claw at his ribs or dig under his arms, but keep it up for long enough and he’ll eventually crack. It’ll start as a quiet, rough giggle, then get louder and louder until he’s laughing his head off. He melts in your hand when you lightly spider his stomach, which ends up being his worst spot.

His laugh is just as scary as he is. He cackles wildly, thrashes around like an animal caught in a trap, spews out profanities and every swear word in the book. He’ll threaten to kill you, to break your fingers, all while giggling uncontrollably and attempting to fight you off. He won’t beg, ever, but you’ll hear the growing panic in his laughter the longer you tickle him. He’ll genuinely do whatever it takes to get away, so you have to be careful not to get hit by one of his flailing limbs. 

Tickling him will have dire consequences. He’ll get you back immediately, pin you down so tightly that you can’t move a muscle, then he’ll tickle you mercilessly until he’s satisfied with his revenge. It’s totally worth it, though. Seeing a giant, strong man like him taken down with tickles is oddly satisfying. 

"I don't recall telling you to stop."

Sukuna also isn’t particularly ticklish. He prides himself on having no weaknesses, being the strongest sorcerer in all of history. You didn’t dare instigate tickles with him; you didn’t have a death with, after all. You only touch him when he commands it.

However, he does seem to enjoy your light tickles from time to time, sometimes even demanding them. He loves when you run your nails up and down his back, purrs when you caress his neck and ears, lets out little content noises when you lightly stroke his chest. His “moods” are random and unpredictable; every now and then he’ll bark out an order for you out of the blue, demanding your soft touches. He doesn’t really laugh or giggle, but you do see goosebumps lining his skin whenever you give him this treatment. You love the way he sighs from your gentle touches; he just seems so relaxed. Not many people get to witness the soft side of Sukuna.

Of course, he’ll never confess how much he likes it. He won’t even say “tickle” or any variant, instead opting to dance around the word. It dawns on you much later why this is - it embarasses him. If anyone were to discover that the King of Curses enjoyed something so silly and cute, his ruthless persona would be destroyed. You know better than to spill his secrets, so you keep your mouth shut. But you can’t help but laugh to yourself every time he asks you for more.

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💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

pairing: gojo x geto (switches)

i personally hc that geto and gojo are both ridiculously weak to raspberries and while gojo flails and squirms while scream/laughing, geto goes absolutely limp and can’t fight back since his laughter overtakes him

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XOXO: "Hey, do you like raspberries?"

“Suguru! Do you like raspberries?”

Before said man could respond, Gojo threw himself across his torso, shoving up his uniform shirt and blowing a loud raspberry against his skin.

“Hmmmphehehehehehehahaha!” Geto wheezed, doubling over like a ragdoll at the feeling. His stomach wasn’t his worst spot, but it still tickled fairly badly. “Sahhahatoru-” Another wheeze cut him off when the white haired teen did it again. “Oohohokay, ohohohohay sthahahhap!”

“Wimp, hehehe.” Gojo grinned, starting to sit up. In his move, he missed the look Geto was throwing his way. “You couldn’t handle it after two-Whoa!”

His body was thrown without warning, the world twisting as he found himself in a similar state he trapped Geto. “Wimp huh?” The green haired teen growled playfully, tugging up Gojo’s shirt as the other began to sweat. “What about you then? Do you like raspberries?”

“Suguru-Sugu- let’s talk about th-IIIIIHHIHIHIHIIS!” A scream ripped from his throat as Geto pressed his face into his stomach, blowing with all his might.

“Oh my god, you’re so ticklish!” Geto cackled against him, nearly taking an elbow to the face as Gojo thrashed and squirmed beneath him. “Want another one? Yes? Okay!”

“Suhuhuuhhuuhguhuuhuhu-EHEHEHEHHEHHEEK!” Gojo all but exploded in mirth as another raspberry was blown into his gut. “It tihiihihihiihckles!”

“No, really? And here I thought you had a joke for me.” Geto grinned, giggling as he watched Gojo’s feet kick like a cricket. “Want one more?”

“No! Nohohohohoho, dohohoohn’t!” Hands grabbed his hair, pulling him up with such vigor Geto hissed. “Shihihiht, my bahhahad, mahahahn!”

“You’re gonna make me go bald pulling it like that.” Geto snorted, squeezing Gojo’s lower ribs to retract his arms. “How am I gonna explain that one to Shoko?”

“I don’t know- maybe she likes bald men.” Gojo sat up, snickering at the mental image of Geto bald and shiny. “She can do her makeup in the glare.”

Geto tried to glare, softening instantly when Gojo wheezed so hard he fell over. Soon he was laughing just as much, shoving at his friend with a smile. “I hahahate you.”

“Lohohove you toohoho, Suguru.”

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