#ler gojo

[highdefhoetry]

Behind the Blindfold, ch. 1 [Satoru Gojo x Reader]

tags: NSFW!!! tickle kink, female reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex (vaginal), hand kink, size kink, size difference, reader is short, enemies to lovers (kind of), dubcon (reader is resistant but only because she's denying feelings), light humiliation with verbal teasing, squirting, light/gentle domination, reader is tsundere with trust issues, gojo is kind of a fuck boy

summary: when you take a job exorcizing curses overseas, you find yourself struggling to resist the charms of a certain jujutsu sorcerer.

word count: 4,700

read on ao3 here!

You knew you would come to hate this man the moment you laid eyes on him.

You knew his type. Arrogant, cocky, full of hot air and self importance. The kind that used his charm as a weapon and manipulated his victims with sweet nothings and playful banter. You almost gasped when you first locked eyes with his big, beautiful baby blues. His bright smile enchanted you further, almost making you blush when you found yourself staring. And when he stared down at you from his massive height, sizing you up, trying to decide how he was going to consume you, you almost felt your resolve wear down as he focused all his attention onto you. 

Almost.

What made Gojo Satoru so dangerous was his self awareness, how he carried himself with such certainty knowing he would always emerge victorious, whether he was conquering a curse or conquering someone’s heart. If you had known the higher-ups in Tokyo had paired you with someone like this, you would have turned the plane around and gone back the way you came. To you, there was nothing more treacherous than a man who was both attractive and talented, especially when he was aware of it.

You couldn’t let yourself get close. Falling for him would mean certain annihilation. Set on self preservation, you vowed to keep him at a distance and surround yourself with walls too high for him to climb.

But as you soon learned, even the strongest resolves could be worn down with the right touch.

---

When you were introduced to your new partner, you almost quit on the spot. 

You had been summoned to Japan in the late fall, when curses tended to run rampant and even the special grade sorcerers had trouble keeping up with their attacks. That’s where you came in. The sorcerers in this country rarely requested backup from foreign countries, even their own allies, so when your clan assigned you to this job you knew things were serious. Hailing from the other side of the ocean, you arrived in Tokyo ready to earn your pay and leave. A job was a job, and nothing more.

But you didn’t anticipate having to work with a man like him.

“Satoru Gojo. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, at your service. And you are?”

His casual, overly familiar way of speaking set you off immediately. You hadn’t asked, yet he announced himself with a great deal of self-importance. The way he was reclining on the sofa, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table, barely giving you the time of day despite knowing you’d be working together closely for the time being really pissed you off. Especially because he hadn’t bothered to get briefed on anything. As if he was too important for such matters.

“The strongest, huh?” you said with arms crossed, unamused. “According to who?”

He turned his head towards you, but you couldn’t tell if he was actually looking at you or not since his eyes were hidden behind a dark blindfold. He stood up with a smirk, making his way to you slowly yet confidently. He stood in front of you, towering over your body at his massive height. He had to be at least six feet tall, maybe more. Having him leer at you like this made you feel two inches tall.

“According to me, of course.” 

You rolled your eyes, unfazed by his arrogance. 

“Hmm… are you really capable of handling special grade curses?” He looped around you, sizing you up. “You’re quite small for a sorcerer.”

You furrowed your brows in annoyance. He wasn’t wrong; you were short in stature, but that had nothing to do with your abilities. As a matter of fact, you were considered quite gifted in your own country, the best of the best in your clan. But the difference was that you were humble. The polar opposite of this annoying bastard.

You already couldn’t fucking stand him.

You weren’t going to take his bait, though. He was probably saying that to get a rise out of you, and you wouldn’t let him. You had to hold your ground now, or else your partnership would start off with an imbalanced dynamic.

“Size has nothing to do with ability. But I’m sure you know that already.”

He threw back his head and laughed.

“Haha! She’s a feisty one. I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”

You rolled your eyes and made yourself scarce, not wanting to spend any more time with this aggravating man than you had to. You prayed this job would end quickly, so you could go home and forget about him. Your sanity depended on it.

---

To your dismay, the tension between you two steadily built up over the course of several weeks.

You were in Japan longer than anticipated, due to the sheer amount of curses that had spread throughout the city. It seemed like every day you were handling a new case, rushing around from place to place with fucking Gojo at your side. Gojo, who jumped at every opportunity to poke and tease you. Gojo, who always stood a little too close. Gojo, who seemed to double down when he sensed that you were at the limits of your patience. Gojo, who one day discovered a secret you had sworn not to share with anyone ever again, in the absolute worst way possible.

“(Y/N), don’t you ever smile?” he said on the way back to your living arrangements one evening. You’d told him you were heading back alone, but he insisted on following along with you after making some excuse about the rise in violent crime in Tokyo recently. Whatever. It was complete bullshit, just like every other fucking thing that came out of his mouth.

“I smile a lot when I’m not around you,” you spat back with venom.

“So cold, (Y/N). And I’ve been nothing but kind and welcoming to you this whole time.”

He moved in closer, “accidentally” brushing an arm against yours. You instinctively fluttered away.

“You’re being nice because you want something from me.”

He was quiet for a moment, but only a moment.

“Well, you’ve got a point,” he grinned, turning his face towards yours. Again, you couldn’t see his eyes, so you weren’t certain what lied beyond his half-hidden expression. “I do want something from you.”

“See? I told you. But you’re never going to get it.”

“Never say never. I can be very persuasive.”

“And I can be very stubborn,” you barked. “So let’s keep things surface level and just focus on the job.”

“All work and no play makes (Y/N) a dull gal.”

He slid closer again, until the two of you bumped shoulders. You felt your heart begin to race and tried to silence the steady beating. You had locked away those kinds of feelings long ago, and you weren’t about to release them now. No matter how much your body screamed for touch.

“Don’t you want to know what it is that I want from you?” He leaned down, his face a little too close to yours. He walked with so much confidence and self-assurance, even when he wasn’t not looking where he’s going. You couldn't wrap your head around it.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask.” you respond with callousness, walking a little faster. You’re almost at the apartment. Almost to freedom. 

“I’ll tell you anyway,” he said when you reached the front door, leaning against it before you could dig your keys out of your bag. “It’s you.”

You stared at him with mouth slightly agape, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“... What?”

His grin grew bigger. “You.”

Your brows knitted together as you spoke, still in somewhat of a daze. He couldn’t be serious. There was no way.

“What?”

“I’m speaking your language, am I not? Perhaps I should say it in a different way.”

He approached you slowly, until your back was against the wall and his hand rested beside your head. He closes the gap between you, nearly pressing his body against yours. You stare up at him, boring holes into the blindfold, wondering if he was looking back.

“Why the hell do you want me?”

“Why not?”

“You could have anyone else in the world. You don’t need me.”

“I could. But they’re boring. You’re not.”

You scoffed, steadily inching away. “Well, too bad. Because I don’t want you.”

“Is that so?”

He cornered you again, leaning over until you felt his breath on your face. It was cool and minty, fitting for a man like him. You tried to scowl harder, but it became more difficult the closer he got. You couldn't remember the last time someone else was this close to you. You wish you could forget how it feels.

“You know, I’d really like to see you smile at least once. You’re always so serious.”

His words scratched something in your brain that you had buried long ago, dragging it back to the surface to run rampant. Your already quickening heartbeat increased more, your breath hitched with anticipation. There was no way… you had to stop this before it got started, or else you’d be in a lot of trouble.

“Try being funnier then.”

His mischievous grin only grew bigger as his aura suddenly became more menacing. He held his fingers in the air, wiggling them threateningly in your direction as your stomach dropped to the ground.

“Orrr… I could try a more hands-on approach.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, but I would.”

“Wait, no! Don’t-”

Before you could protest any further, you burst into laughter. He put his hands on your waist and started to softly scribble your sides, making you jerk around to try and get away from his hands. His touch was gentle, yet tortuous. You couldn't even try holding back your giggles; it felt way too ticklish. You yelled at him to stop, then crumpled over as your knees weakened.

“Ahh, she’s ticklish… I’ll have to remember this for later.”

His words were like fire to oil. You shrieked a little louder, squirmed around a little harder. Why did he have to go and say that?! You cursed yourself for allowing yourself to get into this position. Now he was going to figure you out.

Fortunately, he stopped after just a few seconds and laughed heartily.

“Ahahaha! (Y/N), you have a beautiful laugh! And your smile is dazzling. It’s a shame you don’t share it with the world more often.”

You didn’t have it in you to come up with a good comeback. You were still giggling lightly, arms wrapped around your body defensively in fear that he’d strike again. You felt your face heating up and fought the urge to hide it. That would only make you look flustered, and then he’d win. That long lost fuzzy feeling you had long forgotten had come back in full swing, and you noticed how you'd started rubbing your legs together as sudden desire filled your body…

You stared at him for a moment before suddenly rushing through the front door. You managed to get inside quickly enough that he didn't have a chance to stop you. You heard him say something as you slam the door behind you, but paid it no mind. 

You wouldn't let him get any closer. He had already seen too much.

---

Of course, Satoru Gojo would not fucking let it go.

It became the topic of conversation for the next few days, the one thing he droned on about no matter how many times you shot him down. It was both annoying and panic-inducing, but thankfully he hadn’t yet asked about that. While the two of you are waiting for the next assignment in the break room at the school, he brings it up again as you lay on the sofa pretending to be asleep. 

“So, are you finally gonna tell me what happened the other night, (Y/N)?” he crouches down to face level with you. “You ran away like a little frightened mouse and left me all alone in the cold night.”

“I said leave it alone!” you sigh, still not opening your eyes. Why couldn’t he just ignore it and let things get awkward between you two, like a normal person?

“I can tell something’s on your mind,” he says, circling around to your front. “Talk to me. I’m your partner, right? We should keep the lines of communication between us open.”

“Yeah, for work,” you reply. “This is personal, and I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

You expect him to respond with one of his silver-tongued lines, but instead he falls quiet. It’s unusual; you look over and notice that he’s watching you curiously, with the smallest hint of a smile. 

“Those walls of yours are pretty formidable, (Y/N). Doesn’t it get tiring, keeping them up all the time?”

You frown, nervous about where the conversation is leading. You debate getting off the sofa, but decide against it. He would just follow you if you tried to leave, anyway. He was annoying like that.

“Isn’t it tiring trying to wear someone down?”

He let out a chuckle. It was odd to you how laidback he was, despite how cold and off-putting you’d been from the start. As if nothing really got under his skin. You wondered if it was even possible to piss him off. 

Then he stands up, and you suddenly get very nervous.

“You’re right, (Y/N),” he says in a low, sultry baritone. “I’ve been too demure with you. I think you require a more aggressive approach.”

You immediately try to push yourself up, but he blocks your exit by placing his hands on the couch cushions behind you, trapping you on the sofa. 

“Whatever secrets you’re keeping will be mine. And if you refuse to play along, I have ways of making you talk.”

Ba-dump.

His words cause goosebumps to line your arms. You hid it as best as you could.

“I’m not playing your stupid little game. I’m not a prize to be won.”

You try to hold your ground, despite the odds stacked against you. You keep your eyes steady on him as he unties his blindfold, letting his silver locks fall over his face as those captivating blue eyes stare back at you. Once more, you let out a tiny gasp when you see them sparkling back at you. His grin gets bigger, his eyes get hungrier. 

“No, no. You’re much more than that, (Y/N).”

His face leans towards yours, his lips so close they’re practically brushing against your nose. 

“Why me? Why do you have to bother me?”

“Because you’ve captivated me. I can’t get enough of you. I know so much, yet so little. I’ve noticed your little mannerisms, experienced the depths of your fury, witnessed the brute force of your cursed technique, but still you remain a mystery to me.”

You realize that he’s taken your wrists in both hands, pressing them into the fabric of the sofa.

“I want to know everything. What makes you tick, what fuels you, what turns you on and sets you off.”

You feel his lips brush against your ear, and your entire body shudders.

“Won’t you open up to me, just a bit?”

Ba-dump.

Again, your heart feels like it’s jumped into your throat.

You stifle a squeal and try your best to keep quiet, but your breath gives you away. Your chest rises and falls sporadically, as if you’re on the run. Your mind races at top speed, seeking the proper words, until you can no longer keep it in and let the floodgates break through.

“...Make me.”

The break room clock ticks onwards as the seconds pass. The silence echoes through the room, suffocating your thoughts as the tension between you builds and builds. You watch as a sadistic smile creeps across Gojo’s face, and brace yourself when you feel his hands shift. He holds your wrists above your head while his free hand locks around on your ribs.

“Oh, I will. But I don’t think you’ll like my methods of interrogation. You seem to have forgotten that I know about your little secret weakness. You know… this one?”

He tickles your ribs, gently scritching the tips of his fingernails on the sides of your chest, and you immediately erupt into laughter. You try to twist your body away, but his hands are holding you firmly in place. All you can do is squirm a bit as he tickles down your sides, under your arms, back to your ribs, smiling like a maniac the entire time.

“I can’t believe how sensitive you are to this. And the best thing is, you can’t do a thing to stop me."

Ba-dump.

His verbal teases are the nail in the coffin. You squeal loudly and arch your back as he teases the back of your ribcage, digging there gently to torment you further. You hate every second, you love every second, you feel an amalgamation of emotions and desires swirl inside you. All while he’s taunting and teasing you endlessly.

“Look at you… such cute reactions. I can’t help but do it more. Tell me, where are your other ticklish spots? I’ll find out anyway, but I’ll give you a chance to confess first. Maybe I’ll go easy on you…” he pokes your sides and laughs when he sees you jump. “...Or maybe not.”

You couldn’t answer him anyway, the way you’re laughing and screaming. You can barely form words to beg him at this point. He’s tickling you so much, more than almost anyone ever has, and it’s driving you crazy and spurring you in ways you never imagined. 

“Stop! Stahahap…” you manage to spit out through fits of giggles. He slows down a bit, opting to stroke your sides and stomach for some reprieve.

“You’ve got to be one of the most ticklish people I’ve ever met,” he observes as his fingers trail across your shirt, making you giggle more. “Are you really this ticklish everywhere, or am I just that good at it?”

“F… fuck off …” you curse breathlessly. It makes him laugh.

“It’s going to be so much fun playing with you,” he leans in again, his whisper tickling your ear. “You better spill all your secrets. Sensitive little thing like you won’t last much longer.”

The little moment of mercy he’s given you has allowed you to take note of your body. Your thighs are pressed together, instinctively rubbing against themselves. You could’ve kicked him in the gut, or kneed him in the chest, yet here you were, practically giving him free rein of your body without a fight. You haven’t, but you feel like you’ve peed yourself, your underwear feeling wetter than usual. And you know exactly why.

“You can’t break me…” you spit out. 

“I can’t? But you’re already half-broken.”

His touches get more purposeful, his fingers apply a bit more pressure. He glides his hand upwards, resting it on the skin under your arms. One of your worst spots. You start to squirm and giggle nervously even though he hasn’t started.

“You know what I’m after. Confess, or I’ll keep going for the rest of the night.”

He spiders your underarms, and you practically explode. You desperately try to pull your arms down, but he presses them tighter, limiting your movement even more. You squeeze your eyes shut and hear yourself splurt out half-hearted begs, knowing they’d go ignored. Was he really going to keep tickling you like this until you surrendered? If it was anyone else, you’d assume no, but this was Satoru Gojo, and he was known for his relentlessness.

“Okay, okahahay! Stop already!”

“Well, (Y/N)? Have I ‘made you’?” he says playfully, finally letting up on his tickle attack. His smile is so innocent, as if he didn’t just spend the last hour tickling the shit out of you. You take time to catch your breath, noticing how warm your skin has become and feeling a bit self-conscious knowing that your hair is probably looking wild and unkempt.

That’s when he finally looks down.

There’s a small wet spot on the sofa, almost undetectable. But the eyes of Gojo see all. When he looks back at you, it takes everything in your power not to crumble.

“My, my… what do we have here.”

He presses his hand against your underwear, rubs his thumb on the fabric that covers your clit. The sensation makes you moan, loudly, and your body writhes in a different way than it did before. Your eyes meet his once again, and you already know in your heart what he’s about to ask.

“(Y/N).... Do you like being tickled?”

Ba-dump!

“I, um…” you wonder if it’d be best to keep quiet, lest you indict yourself. Although you know it’s already too late. 

“Aha! So this is what turns you on. I can’t believe I didn’t notice until now.”

With both hands now free to do what he pleases, he starts gliding his fingertips down your inner thighs, then back up and again. Down and up. Up and down. Gently, tenderly, like the touch of a lover’s. It’s both ticklish and arousing; you let out breathy moans in between soft giggles.

“Who would’ve thought you’d have such an odd kink? I’ll admit it, though, it is pretty hot seeing you writhe around like this while begging. I understand why you were so guarded and resistant now. It is a bit embarrassing, huh?”

“Shut up…” you say, your words fluttering through the air weightlessly.

He leans forward and plants two soft kisses on your inner thighs, one between each leg. You let out another moan, each kiss sending shockwaves through your skin. He raises his head and looks at you once more with those big, baby blues.

“But you like being embarrassed, too. Don’t you?”

You open your mouth to speak, but only a moan escapes.

He lowers himself once more, and you feel him grab the hem of your underwear and pull it to the side. Then, the feeling of his warm tongue licking your clit, placing wet and sloppy kisses all over your other set of lips. It’s only been a few seconds, but you’re already moaning and begging for more. You press yourself into him deeper, run your fingers through his hair before gently grabbing and pulling. You hear him moan lightly, and the feeling of it vibrates across your pussy, causing you to groan in pleasure. He observes this and vocalizes more, making growling and grunting sounds as his mouth goes to work. He eats you ravenously, taking note of your moans and reactions to each technique. He runs his hands up your ass until they reach your back, then pulls you closer, keeping his face buried in your pussy.

It’s not enough to bring you all the way, though, and he starts catching onto that after some time. He lays you down, raises his head to look at you again, maintaining eye contact as he runs his hands up your body, purposely tickling you a bit so he can see you laugh again. He’s above you now, staring deeply into your eyes with a look of mischief. But there’s something else there as well. Adoration? Or amusement? 

“You don’t need to be so shy anymore,” he croons, leaning down. “Doesn’t it feel nice to open up like this, heart to heart?”

You feel your brows furrow again, and look away for a moment as your heart goes to war with itself. It was nice, wasn’t it? That momentary pleasure, fleeting yet intoxicating. Nothing like this ever lasted long for you. Satoru Gojo was no different. Your expression must have troubled him deeply, because his smile quickly faded as you remained silent.

“...So what now? You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now you can add me to your list of conquests.”

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused by your words.

“Conquests?”

Then, after puzzling it over for a moment, the realization seems to dawn on him. He chuckles a bit, the smile returning to his face.

“I get it. You think I’m some kind of playboy.”

You watch him curiously as he leans closer, his lips almost touching yours. His hands rest comfortably on the tops of your knees, gently caressing them.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, you should have said so. I would have told you that you’re the only one I’m interested in right now.”

He kisses your cheek, then the other. His lips brush against your nose and then kiss your forehead. It’s so sweet, you almost want to cry. 

“You’re going to hurt me eventually,” you confess, the last of your walls coming down. “No matter how it goes, that’s always how it ends.”

“Does it have to be that way?” he brushes a few strands of hair off your face, smiling warmly. 

“That’s how it goes for me.”

He cups your cheeks, and your butterfly heart beats its wings against your chest.

“(Y/N)...”

He kisses you, and it tastes just as sweet and feels just as good as you imagined. You bring your hands up and grab the back of his neck with one, running your fingers through his hair with the other. You pull him closer with a bit of force, making him moan into the kiss as you start to gently bite and suck at the bottom lip. He returns the favor, with just as much passion and desire. He starts to press his body against yours, and you feel his erection pushing through his tight pants. You can’t get a good feel of it yet, but you imagine his dick must be as big as his ego. 

You purposely grind your hips upwards, humping your mound into his erection. He responds by pulling away and kissing down your jawline until he reaches your neck. You let out a small squeal - it’s another sensitive area, hyper ticklish like the rest. His soft kisses only serve to arouse you further. You giggle and moan, feeling his hands sliding your underwear down your legs and over your ankles. Giving him full access.

He tests your wetness and smirks when he feels it between his fingers. Slowly, slowly, he puts one finger inside you, and the sensation makes you yelp. He starts off slow, gliding in and out with ease, carefully curling his finger in search of that spongy spot inside. He finds it with little effort; in seconds you cry out as your body reacts instinctively. It feels kinda like you’re peeing and cumming at the same time. 

“So you’re a squirter too,” he grins victoriously, more power going to his head. Just what he needed. You collapse back on the sofa, your skin damp with sweat as you catch your breath.

“Fuck…” is all you can get out.

He chuckles in response, still thrusting his fingers into you. His hands are large and strong; you had taken note of them early on, dreaming of how they’d feel against your skin or pushed inside you. He started with one, then two, and now three of his fingers pump rhythmically as you moan and let out more cries of pleasure. His other hand sneaks under your dress, caresses the sensitive area under your breasts that he discovered earlier. The ticklish feeling, plus his steady thrusts, are sending you over the edge.

Sadly, the moment is interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Shit!

Gojo lifts his head, and you take the chance to pull yourself up. His fingers slide out and he backs off, giving you room to yank your underwear back on and smooth down your hair. You’re not sure how your face looks, but you pray that your flushed, damp skin won’t give you away. Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo is as calm and collected as ever. As if he hadn’t spent the last few minutes fingering and eating the fuck out of you.

“Hey, (Y/N)...” Gojo starts to say something, but you cut him off.

“This never happened,” you hiss, right before the door swings open.

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #female reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #tickling #tickle kink #ler gojo #ler satoru

[riisada]

ok i mean this in like. THE LEAST KINKY WAY POSSIBLE. this is not a kink. (there's a lot of talk abt ass but like in a nonsexual way) I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A KINK. THIS IS SFW NOT GET OFF MY ASS.

ok. AND SPEAKING OF ASSES. gojo satoru is absolutely DELIGHTED when he finds out you have a ticklish ass.

(AGAIN. THIS IS NOT SOME KINKY THING GO AWAY.)

satoru loves to smack your ass in a nonsexual way just to see you get angry and swat him away. but imagine his mischievous smirk of GLEE when he drags his nails down your ass and you SNORT.

hes immediately throwing you down onto the couch and straddling your waist so you cant get up. he then gently drags his nails all over your ass and absolutely DELIGHTS in the snorts and squeals you let out.

"does my pretty girl have a ticklish ass? yeah? *chuckles* coochie coochie coo baby~"

HES SUCH A TEASE OMFG STFU.

"i didnt even know you could be ticklish here! wow you really are super sensitive, huh?"

STOP.

just continuously drags his nails all around and over your ass as you just helplessly laugh and squeal.

#um idk what im saying but it came to mind bc tdy i discovered that i have a ticklish ass. #i didnt even know that that was like #a thing #like i js didnt think that asses could be ticklish #but apparently they can be! #tickle fluff #tickle content #ticklish reader #tickle fic #lee!reader #lee reader #sfw tickles #ler!gojo #ler gojo #lee #ler #tickle thoughts

[queenendless]

Giddy Giant

Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !

Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.

Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.

Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.

*DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY AND/OR EDIT MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT, REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW, THNX.

Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.

But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.

So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.

To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.

Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.

You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.

Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.

But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.

The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.

And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.

For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.

His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.

You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.

Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.

His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.

Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.

“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”

Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.

Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.

He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”

“Careful what you wish for.”

Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.

“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”

Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.

“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.

“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”

You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.

“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”

Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.

“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.

“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”

“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.

“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.

His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.

After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.

Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”

He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.

“Welcome home.”

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[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 20 - Curse

Jujutsu Kaisen - Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo

Satoru was, by far, the best companion Suguru had at the Jujutsu High. Not that he disliked any of his colleagues, but there was something different in their relationship. That being said, Satoru could also be a huge and annoying pain sometimes.

And this was one of these times.

“Come ooooon,” Satoru whined, poking Suguru’s cheek over and over. “You collect a ton of them, why can’t you spare one for me to play with?”

Suguru sighed, looking at the white-haired guy with the corner of his eyes. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be? It’s better if you practiced against another pers-”

“I don’t want to practice,” Satoru whined loudly, looking like a kid throwing a tantrum. Heavens, he was really testing out Suguru’s patience this time. “I want to play, it’s different!” A cheeky smile took place in his face. However, when the curse’s master paid attention to his partner, he could see through Satoru’s dark glasses, spotting the malice in his eyes. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Fine,” Suguru said, remembering a particular curse that would be useful to entertain the mighty Satoru. “But I have one condition,” he said, looking at the other guy with a grin. “You can’t fight it.”

“Haaah?! How is that any fun?”

“Just take its attacks like a man, or are you scared it might end up killing you? I want to test your endurance,” Suguru said with a twisted intention, but he also knew how effective it was to taunt Satoru into these kinds of things.

“Whatever,” Satoru huffed, getting back into his feet and taking a few steps forward. “Bring it, I’ll show you who’s scared of who.”

“I’m sure you will,” Suguru muttered, making a gesture with his hands to summon the said curse. Materializing its body in front of them, the octopus-like creature began to crawl towards Satoru. Suguru leaned back into his seat, waiting for the scene that was about to unfold.

Satoru decided to stick to the rules. If anything, he could just use his technique and blast that thing away. As the curse got closer, he prepared himself, watching as it shot one of its tentacles and… grabbed his hand?

“Remember: no attacking it, just bear it,” he repeated himself, watching as the curse pulled himself towards Satoru.

“As if this thing can bea- ack!” He grunted once the curse tackled him down to the ground. Was that the best it could do, Satoru thought, but a different feeling went up to his mind before he could continue with his snark. “Whahahat?!”

“Is something wrong? Too much for you?” Suguru smiled, hearing the first giggles come out from his cocky classmate.

“T-tihihihickling? Whahat arehehe yohou, a kihi- ahAHa, shihihit!!” Satoru laughed, trying to free his hands from the curse’s grip, battling the urge to laugh as that thing wiggled its free limbs into his sides, ribs, armpits and, honestly, anywhere within its reach.

“It’s called strategic thinking, Satoru,” he spoke in a lecture-like tone, cocking his head to the side, “but if this little curse too much for you, I can dismi-”

“ShuHUhut up!” Satoru laughed, kicking his feet in the air as he felt tickling getting worse. “Ihihit’s nohohot too m-much!”

“So you certainly can take it some more, no?” Suguru teased, even forgetting what he was doing earlier to watch Satoru’s struggling, just waiting for the moment when the white-haired would give up… so he could tease him some more.

A/N: Do this make sense? Probably not. Do I care? No. Did I enjoy writing it? Yeah, pretty much, ehe

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen tickling #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #satoru x suguru #lee!satoru #ticklish!satoru #ler!suguru #tickle fic

[tastybluesprite]

Snow

Yet another Satosugu fic!!! I’ve been obsessed with them so much lately lollll. It snowed where I live so it inspired this fic. Hope you like it! Also made it so it can be seen as a ship or just casual friends.

Warnings: None aside from tickling and tooth rotting fluff, so if that makes you uncomfortable or it’s not your thing feel free to just keep scrolling.

Summery: Geto finds out what happens when you try and start a snow ball fight with Gojo.

“Suguru! Suguru it snowed!!!” Gojo cried excitedly as he pointed to the window of his friends Jujutsu high dorm room. Geto groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh… Satoru do we really have to do this now? Todays a day off and I want to sleep.” Geto mumbled, trying to role over.

“Not today!” Gojo explained. “Suguru Geto you are getting up and getting your tired ass dressed now! I want to go out!” Gojo whined as he tugged at the blanket Geto tried cocooning around himself.

Eventually the black haired teen sighed. “Alright. Fine you win. We’ll go outside.” Geto said in resignation. God Gojo was all too much like a puppy who needed a walk. Geto couldn’t help finding that honestly a little adorable.

Geto kicked Gojo out so he could change, putting his hair up in his usual man bun.

They pulled on their coats and Geto followed an exited Gojo outside.

“Gojo be careful. It’s icy out here.” Geto warned as Gojo hopped along the court yard happily.

“Stop being such a worry wart…” Gojo said trying to assure him as he enjoyed the feeling of walking in the snow.

Geto just stood there enjoyed the feeling of the snowflakes on his face as Gojo started trying to build a snowman.

“Hey Suguru you gonna help me or what?” Gojo asked witha. Grunt as he struggled to roll the now heavy snow ball.

Geto huffed out an exasperated chuckle as he joined him to help push the slowly growing snow ball.

Unfortunately they pushed too hard because the snow ball started to break apart, and due to the force of pushing, they both fell to the ground in the snow.

Satoru was too busy rolling on the floor and laughing at the silly situation as Geto huffed.

“It’s not that funny…” He said with a frown.

Gojo then pointed to Getos face as he kept laughing. “Th-there’s snow all over you…” Gojo managed through his hysterical giggling.

Geto looked down to see snow all over him. He the shot a lighthearted glare, making a smaller snow ball and throwing it at Gojos face.

Gojo was taken by surprise when the ball hit him and his laughter stopped abruptly.

“Oh you little…” Gojo then shot his own playful glare as he made his own snow ball and threw it back to Geto.

Soon it got physical and they were pushing and kicking at one another.

The two grunted and groaned as they landed blows to each other. At one point Gojo accidentally jabbed Getos side, who let out a small shriek and flinched back.

Gojo paused, stunned at what just happened, then slowly smirked.

“What’s this Suguru…? Is somebody ticklish?” Gojo teased, going for another poke.

Geto backed away on the ground, which they were both still on, throwing his arms up In defense.

“N-no… no no no, Satoru don’t you dare!!” Geto protested, his voice sounding more frantic as Gojo got closer.

Gojo was smirking only wider as his fingers wiggled in his face. Soon he jumped up and pounced on him.

“W-wAH! YOU MOTH- AHHahahaahaha!!!” Geto unfortunately was interrupted by high pitched laughter as Gojos hands snuck under his jacket and found his sides. Because his hands were basically trapped under his coat, Geto was pretty much stuck. He squirmed and writhed around on the floor as Gojo towered over him more and more.

“Awe so you are ticklish! That’s adorable!” Gojo cooed as he watched his friend laugh uncontrollably and squirm around.

Soon Gojo made his way up and into his ribs as he massaged his fingers against the sensitive bones. Geto squealed out and his laughter grew.

“G-GohOhoHoHOHOhojohoho!!!!” Geto cried as he tried pushing his friend off him uselessly. “Th-thahahahats COHoHohold!!!”

Gojo only smirked more. “Oh really? Let me warm up my hands then…” he went farther up and stuffed his hands into the quite warm hollows of his armpits.

Geto shrieked as he began squirming more violently.

“GEHEHET OUHUHUT OHOHOF THEHERE!!” Geto screamed out in his laughter in his frantic and desperate struggling.

Gojo kept it up for a bit, tickling wherever he could reach. He then went down to his friends hips, gently kneading them.

Getos laughter became hysterical and soon he was near silently laughing, kicking his legs desperately as he desperately pushed against Gojos hands.

Gojo chuckled and soon stopped, allowing Geto to breathe.

Geto stayed like that on the floor and Gojo burst into more laughter.

Geto just lay back on the ground, panting with exhaustion. His eyes wide with a bit of shock. Geto soon frowned and shot a glare at his white haired friend.

“Geto y-your face is all red!” Gojo cried out while giggling. It was true. Getos face was flushed a bright red color. Wether it was from the laughter or embarrassment who’s to say. Geto would claim it was just the cold.

The back haired teen just rolled his eyes and grinned. “Alright then Satoru. Why don’t we make your face red too? Your my friend so it’s only fair we match…” Geto smirked as he wiggled his fingers slowly.

Gojos eyes widened as he quickly got up and bolted, the two starting a game of chase, with Geto gaining on him.

Soon the two were tumbled the the ground and laughing as Geto lunged at Gojo, his fingers aiming to tickle any spot they could reach. Gojo cackling wilding under him and his arms and legs flying around wildly trying o squirm away and fend off his best friend.

It’s safe to say they had a lot of fun. Geto soon figured maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.

Thx for reading ❤️

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[thecursedanon]

Amusement Park Shenanigans

Alternate title: Never agree to go to an amusement park w/ Gojo. Characters: Switch!Yuji, Lee!Nanami(technically switch!Nanami, but only briefly.) Ler!Gojo, Megumi, Nobara. (brief mentions of Shoko, Suguru and Haibara.) Genre: Fluff (also some hurt/comfort if you squint enough at certain points) Word count: 6388 Description: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos. Part 2: (click here)

It was a comfortable day, the weather was beginning to cool down as they just entered into fall. The leaves began to change into varying shades of amber or red, and everyone seemed a bit more light and cheerful at the beauty of the changing season.

Well… not quite everyone… 

You may not be very light or cheerful if you were stuck at an amusement park chaperoning a gaggle of students.

“Can we leave now?”

“Aw come on, Nanami,” Gojo pouted. “Lighten up! We're at an amusement park, you mean to tell me you're not having any fun?”

Or if you were Kento Nanami.

“Not in the slightest.” He retorted, still unsure just how he ended up accompanying them to begin with. It’s entirely possible Satoru had suggested he tag along and rather than argue with him, which would require paying attention, he half listened and just agreed to whatever childish assertion he had made. 

Satoru grinned at his friend’s discontentment. “Where's your sense of childlike adventure and amazement?? Just look at Yuji, he's having fun.”

The white haired teacher gestured to Yuji, who was currently stumbling around the park like a baby giraffe learning to walk, evidently dizzy from one too many go-arounds on the rollercoaster they just returned from.

They had stopped in an out of the way area of the park so that the boy could recover… which evidently wasn’t going well.

The pink haired teen eventually lost his fight with gravity and fell over, if this had been a cartoon you probably could have seen stars circling around his head.

“See? Childlike amazement.”

Yuji gave a grin to the others, a dazed look on his face. “I'm having so much fun!! Just tell me when the ride is over!”

Nanami gives the boy a silent look of concern as he sighs. 

“Alright alright, take five, ya finger eating freak.” Gojo laughed and bent down to pat the pinkette on the head. “But hey, don't just take Itadori’s word for it--” Suddenly Gojo was beside Nanami, whispering to him. “Because the kid is a little… strange.”

The next moment, Gojo was beside Megumi, who had a bright pink sakura flower balloon tied to his wrist and looked as though he was being held there against his will. “Megumi, you're having fun with your beloved sensei's, right?”

Megumi grunted in annoyance. “Somehow this is worse than that time you rented a bouncy house when I was ten…”

“Hey, kids love bouncy houses!” Gojo argued.

“Too bad it wasn't for them.” The edgy teen sighed, recalling what was apparently a painful memory for him.

Satoru pouted, pinching his emo son’s side, producing an uncharacteristic yip from the boy. “You can't argue that it wasn't a totally fun Friday night!”

“Fine… allow me to rephrase my question.” Nanami readjusted his sunglasses with a sigh, not bothering to cover up his annoyance with being dragged to a place full of people on one of his mythical days off. “Can I leave now?”

“Haaaah?? Why would you want to leave???” Gojo reacted as though he'd just witnessed a terrible accident in slow motion… kind of like Megumi recalling the bounce house incident . “This is family bonding day! And last time I checked you're still part of this family-- whether you like it or not!!” he quickly added at the end, sensing Nanami was about to deny it.

Nanami glanced at the group of kids they were chaperoning. “You know I hate amusement parks.” He said, this time quieter so only Satoru could hear him.

Gojo blinked in confusion from behind his sunglasses as he tried to pull a lost sequence from his memory. Did he know that? Now that he mentions it… he did recall something about an amusement park… but what?

While Satoru was silent (for once), Nanami took this as his chance to really try to convince him. “And besides… I doubt the kids would even notice I'm gone.”

Satoru stared blankly at the blonde, still attempting to force the two remaining neurons that weren’t focused on being a menace to spark the memory that was just evading his grasp… Can you hear the dial up tone?

“Hey… that’s not true!” Yuji interjected, pulling himself together as he stumbled towards his father figure. “I’d notice you were gone.”

Nanami’s face softened as he looked at Yuji. “Itadori… wouldn’t you have more fun running around with your friends? I’ll just slow you all down.” he responded, his tone less harsh than before.

“No way, I won’t have nearly as much fun without you here.” He frowned, hitting Nanami with one of the classics… the puppy dog eyes. (dun dun dunnnn)

“Y-Yuji.” Kento warned, shifting his gaze uncomfortably away from his student but no matter where he looked there Yuji was… leaning more and more into the act.

“OH! I remember now!” Gojo said suddenly, inadvertently startling Yuji and causing him to fall over, evidently still not fully recovered from all the roller coaster rides.

Nanami flinched inwardly as Gojo leaned closer to him. “What?”

“Come on, Kento… how can you say no to that sweet boy? He looks like he’s about to cry…” The chaotic teacher cooed at Yuji as he resumed his puppy dog eyes… from his new spot sitting on the ground.

Nanami huffed, turning away again as he crossed his arms. “Itadori… Just because that works on Megumi and Gojo doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me..”

“How hurtful! I think you owe us an apology for being so grumpy…” Satoru mused, winking at Yuji as if to tell him to follow his lead.

“I am not apologizing to you…” Kento grumbled, briefly shooting a glare to the white haired man.

“No? Be reeeeeally sure about that before you respond.” Gojo warned the blonde teacher.

“I said no.”

Satoru sighed softly with an almost threatening grin on his face, slowly slipping his sunglasses off and attaching them to his shirt collar. “I didn’t want to do this… but you leave me no choice.”

Nanami scoffed and turned back around to face him, upon locking eyes with the older man, he felt a familiar wave of panic flood over him. “Satoru…” Panic he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Gojo grinned even more as he rolled up his sleeves, approaching him slowly. “Yes, Kento?”

“Wh-What are you doing…?”

Kento mentally swore at himself for backing away from Satoru, he should be standing his ground right now… but that look… he recognized that look a little too well. And he didn't like it… (or did he?)

“Well, since you’re being such a grump I figured I’d fix your attitude for you.” Gojo hummed, a predatory glimmer in his eyes as he began to close the gap between them, raising his hands. “A few pokes here, a few squeezes there… and a whole bunch of tickles right there and voila! Good as new! One happy giggly Nanami ready to spend time with us without much complaint!”

Nanami’s eyes widened as he felt the color drain from his face. “Satoru… I will end you if you do this in front of the students.” he hissed as he began to back away again.

“What students? They’ve all scampered off… well, except for that kiddo right there.”

As if on cue, Itadori hooked his arms around Nanami from behind, grinning at the soft gasp he received. “What's wrong, Sensei? You look a little nervous…” the teen grinned.

“Itadori,” Nanami struggled in his hold to no avail, Yuji was using all of his strength to contain the stoic teacher in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides to stop him from breaking free. “if you don't let me go right now, so help me…”

“Threatening the students now, Nanami??” Gojo gasped melodramatically, slowly reaching his hands forward towards his squirming torso. “I'm shocked! Now I really have no choice but to adjust your attitude~”

Kento paused, his eyes catching sight of the slightly wiggling fingers that were inching closer. He felt another wave of panic rush over him, but attempted to not let it show, steeling his face as he forced himself to look away from Satoru. “Yuji… please let me go. I'm sorry for upsetting you.” He tried his hand at reasoning with the student as a last resort.

Unfortunately, he didn't receive any support there either. Yuji smiled, angling his head upwards to rest his chin on the back of Nanami’s shoulder. “There's no need to be sorry… I know crowds aren't really your scene.” He sympathized. “But… I did mean what I said. I do want you here… so I'm sorry for ambushing you like this.”

“Oh, so you can apologize to him, but not me??”

“Of course I can, I actually care about him.” Nanami retorted dryly, despite his impending doom.

Satoru gasped, his eyes dancing with amusement. He leaned in closer, speaking in a quieter tone. “You know, Nanami… if you wanted to be smothered with tickles so badly, all you had to do was ask~”

Satoru leaned back, allowing his teasing words to sink in for full effect before cracking his knuckles dramatically. “Alright Itadori, make sure to hold him niiiice and still for me, okay? Our dear sweet Nanami here turns into a wiggle-worm when he gets laughing.” he grinned as Yuji nodded in support, tightening his arms around him, but not so much so that it caused him any real discomfort.

“Both of you… this is ridiculous.” Nanami sighed, hoping if he didn't give the reaction he was looking for hoping that he'd grow bored quickly and go back to whining… as much as Kento hated his incessant whining. “Can you both stop being so chi--” he promptly stopped mid sentence as he felt Satoru grab his sides, lightly fluttering his grip.

“I'm sorry, what was that Nanami?” Gojo grinned. “I didn't quite catch that… what should we stop being?”

Kento took a subtle steadying breath, locking eyes with his tormenter with a blank look on his face. He didn't even dare to so much as flinch when Gojo touched him.

“As I was saying… can you both stop being so childish?” He answered calmly, outwardly unfazed by the maddeningly light teasing touches Satoru was administering to his sides.

Inwardly though… he was struggling to maintain his composure, trying desperately not to show any signs of weakness despite how god awfully, completely and utterly ticklish it felt... 

“Childish? Nanami… there's nothing wrong with a little tickling, It serves as a great bonding experience!” Satoru said cheerfully, leaning in closer to tease the blonde. “Especially when you're as ticklish as we both know you are…~”

Nanami choked back his retort, focusing his efforts on keeping his icy composure. “Satoru… the last time you… did this- was when we were in school together.” He reminded his colleague, careful with his words so as not to fluster himself any further than he already was inside. “I've long since grown out of that childish sensitivity…”

But unfortunately nothing slips past Satoru and his infamous Six Eyes, the cheeky little bastard.

“Oho, did you now?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at his bold assertion, taking his defiance as a full blown challenge. “Well in that case, you shouldn't mind this then… right?”

He walked his fingers slowly up and down his sides, inching closer to his ribs with each trip up.

Nanami broke eye contact with him in an attempt to not react, feeling flustered at the teasing look in his eyes. “Of course I mind it… I don't like being touched by you.”

Yuji blinked, surprised at his calm and even tone. Had this been him instead of Nanami he would've been on the ground in a heap of giggles by now. “Hmm…”

Gojo knew better though, he knew he was slowly chipping away at his defenses. He could see the subtle cues, feel his muscles twitching. “Yes, Yuji? What ails you, my dear boy?” He asked, glancing over Kento’s shoulder to meet Yuji’s gaze- well, what he could glimpse of it with how the pinkette had his face angled, anyway.

“Maybe he's right,” Itadori said with a note of genuine seriousness. “Maybe he's not ticklish anymore… I know I'd be a mess right now.”

“Well, that's because you're hopelessly ticklish~” Gojo teased his student with a wink, grinning at the flustered look Itadori shot him. “So is Nanami though, maybe even just as bad as you.”

Nanami clenched his jaw in aggravation, barely resisting the urge to blush. “I am not. And stop talking about me like I'm not here!”

“But he's not reacting… not even his breathing is off.” Itadori ignored his teacher's protest, continuing to converse with Satoru.

“Well, Itadori, that's because Nanami here is what we call; ✨stubborn✨, and also shy.” Gojo grinned at his students' newfound curiosity, using this to his advantage as another form of teasing. “He needs some gentle reassurances that it's okay if he gives in to the nice tickly tickles and starts blushing and giggling like a schoolboy.” 

“Shut up. I most certainly do not giggle.” Nanami hissed in protest, feeling his face flush.

Whoopsie, that was a big chunk of his facade chipped away, watch your step everyone…

“Aww, see? He's already getting blushy.” Gojo cooed, brushing his fingertips against the bottom of the blonde's ribs. “It's okay, Kento… I don't mind being patient. That cute little laugh of yours is well worth the wait.”

Nanami took a sharp intake of breath, hating the feeling of how each gentle swipe across his ticklish midsection was chipping away at his sanity. “It's not… cute.” He forced out from behind gritted teeth.

Itadori raised an eyebrow, feeling his sensei tremble ever so slightly in his hold. “Does he really have a cute laugh?” He asked, grinning.

“No!”

Gojo laughed at Kento's quick rebuttal. “Yuji, come now, what about Nanami isn't utterly adorable~?” He continued dancing his fingertips lightly across what wasn't blocked off of Kento's ribs. “You know what's reeeeeally adorable about him?”

“What's that?”

“That he can't handle being teased... He gets extra giggly and blushy~” Gojo grinned, leaning in to speak quietly to Yuji, but just loud enough for Kento to still hear. This somehow made the snarky bastard's teases worse.

“Dammit… st-stop it already…!” Nanami huffed, squirming uselessly.

“Naaanami… does this tiiiiickle?” He teased, cooing at him like a damn toddler.

The younger teacher let out a growl of frustration, turning his head to face away from Gojo in a weak attempt to hide his darkening blush. He felt his body beginning to tremble as Gojo completely demolished his defenses.

“Come onnn… let us hear that adorable laugh~” he grinned, deciding to take things up a notch. He honed in on the sensitive spots between his ribs, giving light scratches to the area.

“Stop… I mean it…” he growled, forcing back any embarrassing sounds that may have tried to escape his throat. 

“What's this?? Do I see a smile on your face? but I thought you weren't ticklish anymore, Kento. What gives?” Gojo teased, grinning devilishly.

“Maybe he's finally starting to have fun spending time with us.” Yuji grinned. Thanks Yuji… we knew we could count on you to not bully Nanami too.

“Ooo, maybe! Does that mean you're actually going to ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“Not on your life.” Kento hissed, his lips trembling as they formed a panicky smile.

“Aww! You're so mean to me…” Satoru whined, an evil glimmer in his eyes as he stilled his movements. “Fine then, since you're going to be so mean, maybe I'll go for your extra tickly spots… now where were those again…?” 

Nanami froze up as he felt Gojo pull a hand back to tap his chin in thought. In the process of doing so, he skimmed his fingertips against Nanami's waist, more specifically along the edge of his stomach. “S-Satoru…”

“Where oh where were those…” Gojo mumbled to himself, unable to keep the grin off of his face as he dropped his other hand, his fingers grazing Nanami's hip. “Oh… I just can't remember… the years are really starting to affect my memory!” He reached up to gently tap Kento's forehead to add emphasis to his words, but on the way up he brushed his fingers lightly against his neck.

Each ‘accidental’ touch, caused Nanami to flinch, the older of the two making sure his victim was well aware he knew exactly where his worst spots were… in his own chaotic Gojo way, of course.

“It’s a shame, really.” Satoru sighed, while he had Nanami distracted and on edge he mouthed a command to Yuji. 

The pinkette grinned mischievously, nodding his compliance as Nanami watched his other teacher cautiously.

“But, what can ya do? That's just life… as we get older, we become slower to react.” The white haired man shrugged, making sure both of his hands were perfectly visible as he did so.

And that's when he struck.

Itadori, without moving too much, reached down with a clawed hand and clawed into the spot along his waist that Satoru had sneakily pointed out earlier, having seen that Yuji was paying attention. (For once.)

Nanami gasped sharply, barking out an involuntary laugh. Shock crashing over him. “No, I-Ihihitadohohori!” The dam finally broke, laughter pouring freely from his lips. “Wahahahait!”

Satoru let out a low whistle. “What's this? I thought big scary Nanami wasn't ticklish anymore?” He smirked.

Nanami blushed, unable to stop the laughter that spilled forth. “Gojoho Ihihihi swehehear… I'm gonnahaha kihihihill you!” He threatened, though his words were… less than intimidating to say the least.

“Wow, you were actually right, Gojo.” Yuji chuckled. “His laugh is pretty cute.”

“Itadorihihi Hohohow could youhuhu?!” Kento's complaints about Yuji's betrayal were broken up by his warm, light laughter. 

Yuji grinned, moving around with his writhing teacher. “You also weren't kidding, he's really squirmy!”

Gojo smiled at the two of them, his mischief briefly shifted into warmth as he was brought back to a happier time.

Watching Yuji and Nanami now, he sees years of anguish and pain melt away even if just for a moment. 

For that moment, Satoru can see a young Nanami being absolutely destroyed with tickles by Haibara, Geto and himself while Shoko shakes her head and giggles at their antics.

It's definitely been far too long.

Gojo blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Geez Yuji, I told you to keep him still.” He chuckled at how Itadori was practically hanging off of Nanami's back as Nanami had managed to double over with laughter.

“Hey, it's a lot harder than it looks!” Yuji laughed, his fingers dancing relentlessly along the side of his stomach.

“You have superhuman strength and can call on the power of the king of curses… and this is difficult for you?”

“Listen--” Yuji laughed again. “I can be strong all I want, but there's only so much I can do without any help!”

“Surprisingly wise words from you, Itadori.” Gojo grinned mischievously. “Alright alright, I'll help.”

He reached forward, grabbing a hold of Nanami whilst simultaneously administering some quick sneaky tickles to Itadori.

“Hehehey! Do you want mehe to fall?!” Yuji complained, trying to shift away from Gojo's soft pokes and scribbles while keeping his balance.

“Ehh… you've already fallen twice today… What's a third time?” He grinned, tickling Itadori’s neck with one hand, and targeting Nanami's hip with the other.

“Nohoho! Sahahatoru gehehet away!” Nanami laughed, trying desperately to escape the two tickle monsters he had attached to him.

Itadori let out a childish squeal as he flailed, finally falling off of Nanami’s back. He still had a partial grip on his mentor and ended up pulling him to the ground with him.

Gojo laughed, releasing both of them from his tickly hold. 

Nanami had managed to twist around, catching Itadori and breaking his fall with his arm.

Itadori giggled softly as he recovered from the tickles. He felt Nanami carefully press his hand into the back of his neck, then his shoulder, then brush against the back of his head silently assessing the teen making sure he wasn't hurt.

Had it been Gojo who had fallen with him, he wouldn't have cared, and not bothered trying to break his fall. But since it was Itadori- he didn't want him to get hurt.

Once he determined Yuji was okay his body went limp, resting back against the ground while he focused on steadying his breathing.

“Thanks a lot, Gojo…” Yuji huffed, a smile still etched on his face.

“To be fair, I didn't say who I was helping...” Gojo teased, kneeling down beside the teen.

Kento huffed indignantly, his arms tightly wrapped around his middle as he caught his breath. “You're both terrible…” 

Satoru turned his gaze to Nanami, an evil smile on his lips. “Oh, Kento… you didn't honestly think I was done with you yet, did you?” His blue eyes sparkled with a predatory glimmer as he launched himself onto the blonde, thanks to limitless Nanami wasn’t able to put up much fight. 

“Really?” Nanami glared up at him, his sunglasses long since fallen off his face from all his struggling earlier. 

Satoru smiled triumphantly from his spot on Nanami’s thighs.

“You can’t even take me on without the use of your stupid limitless ability?” The stern teacher asked dryly, knowing any struggling his did would be pointless. He wasn’t going anywhere as long as Satoru kept limitless active.

“I thought I’d save us some time… we both know I was gonna overpower you anyways.” Gojo grinned, leaning down and draping his body lazily across Nanami’s to keep him more securely in place, and in doing so he was able to murmur teases into his ear. “All I’d have to do to get the upper hand is…”

He grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hip and began squeezing them relentlessly. “This…”

Nanami gasped sharply, unable to grab the offending hands because again, limitless. “Sahahatoru! D-Dahahahammit stop!”

“Or this…” Satoru shifted his hands upwards, scribbling his blunt nails against the sides of his stomach over his shirt, drawing even louder laughter from the blonde. The fact he could barely move to protect himself made it so much worse.

“Or… this.” Gojo grinned, pressing his lips to his neck and blowing a raspberry against it whilst administering gentle scritches.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT!” Poor Nanami couldn’t even arch his back with Gojo a firm weight against him.

“I think you should’ve just rode the ferris wheel with me.” Satoru teased, blowing another raspberry.

“EHEHEHENouGH Alreheheheady! Ahahahaha!”

“I thought you didn’t giggle, Nanami sensei.” Yuji grinned in amusement, sneaking in some teasing pokes to what he could access of Nanami’s ribs.

Gojo grinned, angling his body in a way that the pinkette had more access the right side of his body while still keeping him firmly held down. 

“You didn’t seriously-” small raspberry. “--believe him over me-” slightly bigger raspberry. “--did you?” BIIIIIG raspberry, followed by what Kento would firmly deny was a squeal. Because if he doesn't giggle, then he CERTAINLY doesn’t squeal. 

Itadori giggled at his reactions, scooting closer to scribble his fingers up and down the side of his ribcage. “No, but I also didn’t have a basis to doubt Nanami either.”

“Oh yes you did.” Gojo laughed, pulling his face away from the blonde’s neck to glance at Itadori. “You had to know he was lying the minute he denied being ticklish still.”

Well fine… If he can’t get Satoru then… “Ihihihi-- I thohohohught Ihi told you tohoho stahap talking about mehehe like I’m not here!” Kento shot his hand out, grabbing hold of Yuji’s side and giving it fluttery squeezes, drawing surprised laughter from the student.

“Aieee! Hehehehehey! Hohohohow are you moving?! Stahahap that!” Yuji squealed as Kento latched onto his ribs next. “Gohohohohojo hehehehelp!”

“Nahhh… You’re a big boy… you can deal with him yourself.” Satoru grinned, alternating between his hip and stomach side with gentle scratches. “It’ll be a good training exercise for you… let me juuust… piss him off a little more for ya~”

“Gohohohohojo!” 

“Sahahahahtoru, I swehehehear to god!”

Satoru ignored both of their protests, pushing his shirt up so he could attack his exposed skin directly. “So If my memory serves correctly, your ticklish spots are as follows,” he grinned, sitting upright. “Hips, Neck, this cute spot here~” he emphasized by fluttering his fingers briefly against his stomach sides. “Ribs are decently tickly… Am I missing anything, Nanami? Am I hitting all the nice tickly spots?”

“S-Satoru… dohon’t.”

“Don’t what? I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I mean it…”

Satoru grinned. “But Kento, I promised to smother you with tickles… and I wouldn’t wanna disappoint you. So come on, answer my question~”

“Go to hell.” He hissed in response.

Gojo’s grin widened. Welp, nice knowing ya, Nanami.

“On second thought, maybe I will help you, Itadori.” He reached out and grabbed Nanami’s wrist and yanked it away from the pinkette, pinning it above his head quickly and firmly. In a flash, he snatched his other hand and pinned it above his head as well.

Yuji fell back with his arms around his midsection, giggling softly as he panted from the after tickles.

“Gojo, let me go right now.” Kento growled.

Satoru leaned down, grinning that evil grin at him. “Do you really think you're in a position to give me orders?”

“What are you… no… don’t you dare-- nononono!”

Gojo leaned down further, pressing his lips against Kento's exposed stomach and blowing a giant raspberry against it, eliciting an honest to god shriek in response.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT!” He let out another shriek as the arrogant teacher dispensed yet another devastating raspberry against his toned abdomen. 

Yuji sat up, stunned by the sound of his loud laughter. “Holy shit, Gojo don’t kill him!”

The teacher in question grinned, placing another raspberry against a different spot on his stomach. “Jealous, kid? Don’t worry, I have plenty of tickles to go around.” He winked at the pink haired student, who giggled nervously and wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously.

“GOHOHOHOHJO STAHAHAHAHAHAAP!” Nanami pressed out between deep belly laughs, his face flushed and his eyes tightly shut.

“Aww, but why when you’re having so much fun?” Gojo teased, placing another raspberry. “I remember this used to be your favorite~” 

“I SWEHEHEHEHEAR TO GAHAHAHAD, I WIHIHIHILL EHEHEHEND YOU!”

“Man, you’ve definitely gotten more stubborn and resilient… usually by now you would’ve been apologizing profusely and crying with laughter while begging me to stop.” Gojo chuckled, pausing his ruthless onslaught. “Or maybe…”

He leaned back to admire his handiwork, Kento a breathless blushing mess beneath him. “Maybe you don’t really want me to stop…” his grin widened when he saw Nanami open his eyes and attempt to glare at him. 

“W-Why would… you possibly think that… i…” He gasped out softly, still attempting to catch his breath. 

“Well… why else would you be so grumpy and resistant this whole time unless you wanted to egg me on?”

“To be fair… he is normally like this.” Yuji pointed out.

Satoru shifted so that he could hold both of Nanami’s arms down with one hand, using his newly freed hand to administer swift tickles to Itadori’s side. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on anyway???”

Yuji squealed and recoiled sharply from Gojo’s skilled fingers. “Ihihi wahahas just being hohohonest!”

“And now you’ve distracted me and given him time to think out his response,” Satoru huffed. “You’re definitely gonna get it later, now.”

Itadori squeaked, wrapping himself back up with his arms.

“Well Kento? I’m waiting, why are you egging it on if you don’t like it?” The older teacher turned his attention back to the now less breathless blonde, thanks to the intermission brought to you by Itadori and his big fat mouth.

“Because I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of breaking, that’s why.” He retorted, his face less flushed than previously.

“Ehh! wrong!” Satoru unleashed another tickle attack, his fingers scribbling all across his neck. “Try again!”

“Sahahahahatoru Stahahap!”

“Not until you admit it.” Gojo smirked. 

“Ahahahadmit whahahahat?”

“Admit you missed being wrecked, ya big softie!” He cooed, tracing his fingers along each rib.

“I dihihihihidn’t!” Nanami yelped, squirming as much as he could under his colleague’s technique.

“Wrong again. Itadori, be a peach and come help me, won’t you? It seems Nanami requires more reassurance.”

“Ihihihitadori dohohohon’t!”

“You’re not going to tickle me again, are you?” Itadori asked carefully, eyeing his teacher suspiciously.

“I will if you don’t get your ass over here In the next five seconds.” he responded, an evil glimmer in his eyes.

Itadori let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper as he quickly shuffled over. 

“Gojo, Itadori… don’t even--” His protest was interrupted by another shriek as Gojo blew a massive raspberry against his stomach side.

He released Nanami’s wrists, which Yuji instantly snatched up and pinned down. Gojo used his newly freed hands to drill his thumbs into Kento’s hips as he continued his torturous trail of raspberries and tickly death along his stomach area.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHATORU DOHOHOHOHNT!”

“You know how to make it stop, Nanami~” Gojo hummed, administering another devastatingly massive raspberry against the side of his stomach.

“JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAHAIT UNTIL I GEHEHET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHITCH!” The usually stoic teacher threatened between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

Yuji snickered quietly. “He’s definitely stubborn...” the pink haired teen grinned, shifting so that he could pin Nanami’s hands down with his knee. “Let me take a crack at it!”

He began to claw at his mentors exposed ribcage, his fingers gentle but quick as they expertly sought out sensitive spots. “Nanami~ Does this tiiiiickle?” Yuji teased.

“IHIHIHITADORI! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OFF! STAHAHAP HELPING HIM!”

Gojo chuckled, pausing his attack to glance up at Itadori. “You’re getting pretty good at this, I’ve taught you well~” 

Yuji grinned at the praise from Satoru. “Heh… thanks. I’m just doing what tickles really bad from my own experience.”

The pinkette noticed the higher he moved up Nanami’s ribs, the more he struggled. “Gojo… are you sure those were all of Nanami’s ticklish spots you named off earlier…?”

“Hmmmm? Think I missed a spot?” Satoru played along, grinning that cheshire grin at his student. “It’s entirely possible… he never did confirm or deny if I named ‘em all.”

“Nanami?” Yuji looked down as he stilled his hands, allowing his teacher to attempt to catch his breath. “Did he miss a spot?” he asked innocently, but that smile on his face was anything but.

“I swehehear to god…” He panted. “Whehen I get my hands on you…”

“Now Nanami… that doesn’t sound like an answer to his question~” Gojo grinned, prodding his stomach side and producing a small yelp.

“It’s okay, Gojo.” Yuji responded with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll find out for myself.”

Then he struck. Digging mercilessly wiggling fingers into his armpits. 

And boy, did Nanami absolutely lose it. Any semblance of composure? Yeah no, gone, we don’t know her. 

Much like Yuji isn’t going to know peace when Nanami gets his hands on him. Rip Yuji lol.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He absolutely howled with laughter, struggling with all his might to break free. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!”

“WHOA! Gojo you didn’t just miss a ticklish spot, you missed the ticklish spot!” Yuji found himself laughing along with his mentor in amusement.

“It looks that way,” Satoru smiled, shaking his head. “So, Kento? Anything you wanna say?”

He grinned, leaning down and placing his elbows on either side of the hysterical blonde, resting his face on his hands as he watched him. In doing this, he was almost entirely draped over him again, greatly limiting his movements.

“SAHAHAHATORU I HAHAHAHATE YOU!”

Satoru chuckled, “Not quite… I think what you mean’t to say was, ‘Satoru, I actually love spending time with all of you.’ and ‘I actually like being tickled.’”

Yuji giggled, speeding up his tickles.

“GAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAHAHAHANT… PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He cried with laughter, tears prickling at the corners of his tightly shut eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE YUHUHUHUJI!”

For a moment, Itadori felt a little bad and looked at Gojo, who shook his head. “Trust me, kid… you’re gonna wanna keep going.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” was the blue eyed teacher’s vague and careful response.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter started to become hoarse as he tried to hide his face in his bicep. “OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’LL RIDE THE STUHUHUHUPID FERRIS WHEEL WIHIHITH YOU!”

“Noooo… we’re way past that, the other paaaart.” Satoru reminded teasingly, pinching his side.

“AHAHAHA! FIHIHIHIHINE!! I LIHIHIHIKE SPEHEHEHENDING TIME WITH YOUHUHUHU GUYS!”

“Aaaaand?” 

Oh, Gojo was sooooooo going to get it when he got ahold of him.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” 

Yuji looked up, grinning upon seeing Megumi standing there; pink balloon and all. “Hey Megu-- ACK!”

Nobara came running out of nowhere and knocked Yuji off of Nanami. “Hey, stop picking on Nanami!” she scolded.

Satoru sighed, grinning. Eh… close enough. He rolled off of Nanami lazily, remaining propped up on his elbows next to him.

“Ow! Jeez Nobara! It’s not like I was hurting him or anything, you didn’t have to knock me over.” He mumbled, sitting up.

“He very clearly was struggling to breathe.” Megumi pointed out, eyeing Satoru. “I’m gonna guess this was your idea?”

“How’d ya know, Gumi?” He asked cheerfully.

“Whenever there’s chaos going on you’re the cause.” The edgy teen pointed out, sitting on the ground with the others to feel included.

“Are you okay, sensei?” Nobara asked, helping Nanami up into a sitting position. “Want me to kick his ass?”

The blonde shook his head, a smile still on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “No… That won’t… be necessary…”

Yuji giggled, leaning over and hugging Nanami. “Sorry I went a little overboard… It was just really nice to see and hear you laugh… I hope you’re not too mad at me.”

Nanami sighed as he (mostly) caught his breath, he reached up and hooked his arm around Yuji’s shoulders, cupping the back of his head as he pulled him closer into the hug. “I’m not mad… embarrassed, but not mad…”

“Why are you embarrassed?” Yuji pulled back slightly to look up at him, confused.

Nanami retorted with a ‘You’re joking, right?’ expression on his face.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, we all goof around like this all the time.” Itadori grinned, beaming up at Megumi, who quickly looked away to avoid blushing at the implication. He then turned his gaze to Nobara, who also looked away with a casual whistle. 

“He’s right,” Satoru chimed in, sitting upright. “It just means we really like you when we pick on you like this.” Yuji nodded in agreement.

“You could like me a little less.” Kento muttered.

“You rested enough to chase down Itadori?” Satoru asked, grinning.

“Not quite…”

“Why would he chase me down?” Yuji pulled away from Nanami, eyeing the stern teacher carefully.

“Ohhh… I forgot to tell you.” Gojo grinned more. “Yeah, there’s a reason I ‘forgot’ his worst spot… It’s because he absolutely destroys anyone who targets it as retaliation.”

Yuji squeaked, noticing the evil glimmer in Nanami’s eyes.

“Yeahhh… Let’s just say ratio can be used for more than pain… Suguru and I learned that one the hard way.” He snickered at the terrified look on Itadori’s face.

“Y-You set me up!”

“I did nothing of the sort, you’re the one who decided to try that spot.” Satoru grinned. “I’d probably start running if I were you… the more tired he is the more head start you have, and since you’ve wasted so much time letting him recover… I’d say you have about a minute to get as far as humanly possible before he hunts you down.”

Yuji yelped and sprung up, taking Gojo’s advice and running away, causing the others to laugh.

“Hey, Megumi, where’d your balloon go?” Nobara asked.

Megumi smirked and shrugged. “Beats me…” 

Nanami was about to get up and go after the pinkette when Gojo leaned forward, hugging his colleague, causing him to tense up. “I’m sorry, Kento… I forgot you used to go to the amusement park with Haibara on the weekends…” he whispered. “But I think he would still want you to go out and have fun… I know Suguru would want that for me.” 

Nanami untensed, frowning as he thought about his deceased best friend. He hugged him back hesitantly. “I miss him… a lot…”

“I know… I do too.”

After a moment they let go. “Hey Satoru…?”

“Yea?”

“...Thanks…” He looked away as he quietly continued. “I… needed that.”

Gojo grinned. “Anytime, buddy~”

Nanami looked around curiously. “Now then, which way did Itadori go? I need to have a talk with him…”

“He went that way.” Nobara pointed off in a direction.

“He should be pretty easy to spot,” Megumi said casually, sipping his drink. “Just look for the person running frantically with a pink sakura balloon attached to his belt.”

Nanami smirked, nodding his thanks as he got up and took off after the pink haired teen.

“I so wanna see this…” Nobara giggled, getting up too. “You coming, Megumi?”

The raven haired teen shook his head, to which Nobara shrugged at and went running after them. “Nanami sensei, wait up! I wanna help!!”

Satoru chuckled and shook his head before turning to address his adopted son. “Did ya have fun today, kiddo?” he asked as he ruffled his dark hair.

Megumi grunted in response.

A shriek nearby distracted them momentarily, causing them both to laugh. Evidently Yuji had been caught.

“I’ve had worse days.” The teen answered, standing up with his parental figure.

Gojo grinned, his face brightening as he threw his arm around his edgy emo son’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they began walking. He knew that was Fushiguro for; ‘Yes dad, I had a wonderful time today.’

“Good. Now then… let’s go get some snacks or something, I saw they were selling cotton candy as big as your head at one of these stalls…”

“I'd be more impressed if they had cotton candy the size of your mouth.”

#jjk tickle #jujutsu kaisen tickle #sfw tickling community #tword community #tickle content #tickle fanfic #Lee!Nanami #Ler!Gojo #Switch!Yuji #Lee!Nanami my beloved #Gojo being Gojo xD #this started as a joke in my brain #but then i just started coming up with funnier ideas while i was heading home from work #and i was driven by my desire to add to the lee!Nanami population wheeeeee #Gojo is a teasy bastard ler and you can't convince me otherwise #poor nanami never stood a chance #yuji my sweet summer child... #how easily youre roped into his shenanigans #okay but ratio being used to make ticklish people even more ticklish??? where do i sign??? #Suguru and Satoru both being little shits and getting wrecked by ticklish!ratio brings me so much serotonin <3 #megumi is a mood as usual #he's so fed up with everyones shit but still plays along because he likes to be included #whoops how did that balloon get there? #p.s nanami totally didn't mind the tickles bye #I intended to add Inumaki & Maki & even Panda but didn't want to make this even longer #whoopsies... #also rip Yuji #he's probably deceased now that Nanami got ahold of him #Gojo's next lmao #I kept cracking up laughing at the childlike amazement part and i'm not even sorry for it

[infrequent-creator]

Trapped

Ler : Gojo? Technically

Lee : Yuuji

Summary; Yuuji gets tied up in demon traps by Gojo, just trying to contain him, but little did he know that it would reap a different result.

Word count: 527

Tw: bondage, tickles

<3

“Wakey wakey~” Yuuji stirred slightly at the voice.

“Mmm five more minutes…” he grumbled mostly asleep.

“No can do kid, I gotta talk to you right now.” The boy’s eyes fluttered open to see a very handsome man wearing a blindfold

“H-Huh? Wha.. where.. where am I?”

“Who am I talking to right now? The boy or the beast?”

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? I’m Yuuji Itador! I’m a student at.. hey wait a minute! You’re that guy! You fought that monster with me and then it…” He paused, recalling the memory.

“Then I ate the artifact you were after..”

“Ah so you do remember. Good. That shows you’re still in there somewhere.”

“What do you mehehean?” Yuuji started to giggle at a funny feeling along his sides. He couldn’t place it, but it was making him squirm.

“Why are you laughing, demon?”

“D-Demon? I-I’m nohohohot a demahahan..” The sensation started to tingle up to his ribs, nearing his armpits.

“You fool… this mere toilet paper does nothing to me~” a voice spoke out do nowhere.

“Ah.. so the demon traps are too weak. Strong enough to hold, but not enough to hurt you. Tell me Yuuji, does it tickle? Is that why you’re laughing?” There was a lilt in his voice, making the pink haired boy blush.

That was it! It was ticklish! The sensation finally spread to his armpits causing him to squeal, and wiggle around vigorously.

“P-Plehehehhease mister!! Let me gohohoho—AHAHA!!” Finally the feeling spread to his sensitive hips, making him arch far enough to fall over onto his back.

“Awww, you look like a little pill bug that got flipped on it’s back. Here, watch this..coochie cooo..” The man cooed, his fingers skittering along the slender bones.

“AHAHAHA!! W-WhahAHahat do youhHUHUhu wahahAHAHANT?!” He was losing his mind over the combination of gentle scritches along with the tingly tickling from the possession charms.

“I want to know if you’re violent in there, if that demon could snap and be a danger to us at this moment..” Gojo slowed his skittering and switched to poking at his thighs.

“But you aren’t scary at all are you, little Yuu-chan~” the man teased in a playful tone. The younger one couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up and fell over on his side to avoid the evil pokes. His legs kicking back and forth as the giggles bubbled up his throat.

“IM *hic* NOHOHOT!” A hiccup suddenly came out causing Gojo to stop.

“Interesting, you hiccup when you laugh too much? Adorable..”

“*hic* N-No it’s not!” He tried to defend but the additional hiccups weren’t helping his case.

“Alright then, I’ll go discuss this with the elders. I’ll comeback here and either let you free, or kill you. Sound good?” He smiled brightly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Ohkahay.” He nodded.

“Perfect. You just sit tight, and I’ll be right back.” He stood up, making his way towards the door.

“W-Wahait! The w-wraps still tihihickles!”

“Don’t worry, you’re a tough boy. You can handle it. Byeeee Yuu-chahahan.”

“Plehehease! H-Hurry bahack!” Yuuji lay on his side giggling like a child for the rest of the evening.

THE END

#tickle #tickle community #tickle kink #trash writes #Alex writes #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk yuuji #lee!yuuji #ler!gojo #ticklish!yuuji #Yuuji #itadori yuuji #jjk tickle fic #jjk tickle #tickle fic #jujutsu Kaisen tickle

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hi, i'd love to see a gogo/geto fic if you're interested!!! maybe training turned tickle fight, possibly lee!gogo?? sorry this isn't super specific ahhhhh

"You're slowing down," Geto says, aiming a kick at his friend.

Gojo dodges with ease. "Hell no I'm not!"

Geto jumps out of range of Gojo's fist. "Then I'm speeding up." He aims another punch. "Either way, you're losing."

Gojo ducks and charges at Geto's legs. The other second-year jumps up just in time. "Overconfidence loses the fight."

Geto aims a jab somewhere around Gojo's torso, meaning to get him a little off-balance. He realises too late that he's not putting enough force into it.

Gojo yelps and jumps back. Geto stares.

And then—

"No," Gojo says, suddenly looking almost nervous.

"Why not?" asks Geto, approaching.

"That's cheating—"

In an instant, Gojo is face-up on the ground, Geto sitting on his legs and digging his fingers into the sorcerer's sides.

"Sh-shihihihit—Suhuguru!"

"Come on, Satoru," Geto taunts. "Fight back. What was it you said about me going to lose?"

Gojo squirms, kicking his feet against the grass. "I hahahate you! Stohohop it!"

"Make me," Geto retorts, fingers spidering up to Gojo's upper ribs where he knows is a bad spot. "Or else I win."

"F-fihihihine! You wihihin, stohop!"

Geto pretends to think about it, pausing for just a second. "...No, this is fun."

"S-Suguru!"

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[alinatk]

Satoru Gojo's Ticklish Punishment

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto | Utahime Iori Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto Ler!Utahime Summary: Satoru Gojo is many things. Annoying and arrogant are adjectives that are at the top of the list and not even your friends can take it anymore, so why not make him change a little and at the same time have fun with a little revenge?

"G-Guys, what does that mean?"

Gojo had agreed to go to Geto's apartment to discuss the new mission they received the day before, but the last thing he expected was...

He was sitting in an armchair, his arms tied behind his back and his legs stretched out, also tied on the living room coffee table.

"It was one of my sleeping curses, you were only unconscious for as long as it took for us to contain you" It was Geto speaking, he was standing next to him, leaning on the same armchair.

"I asked Geto to help me, I wanted to get revenge on you" Utahime was sitting on the coffee table, next to Gojo's feet, with a triumphant expression on her face.

"What? but why?" Gojo's eyes widened. "And why did you agree to this, Suguru?"

"Ah, I had nothing to do, so it's a chance to have fun and get out of the boredom" He smiled.

"A chance to have fun? But-" He stopped talking when he felt a scratch on his sole. "H-Hey, Utahime!"

"It is really true!" She had a sparkle in her eye.

"Y-You.." He had already understood. "You can't ahahahahahahahahaha" And he couldn't help but laugh when he felt her fingers moving across his sole.

"Yes, I can, and how can I! You keep disrespecting everyone, especially me, it's time to stop" She used her index finger to trace imaginary lines and paths that went from the heel to the base of Gojo's toes. "Geto agrees with me"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha Utahime, w-wahahahahahahahahait!"

"She's right, Satoru, how many times have I told you to treat your elders more respectfully?! At some point the consequences would arrive" He smiled.

"Wait a minute, you can't ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" He couldn't finish the sentence.

"I'm tired of waiting" Utahime started scribbling his fingers all over Gojo's right sole.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohohohohohohoho" He laughed as he tried to shake his foot away from her hands. "hahahahahahahaha stop stahahahahahahahahahap"

"Oh no, we're just getting started. You come too, Geto" She pointed to Gojo's left foot.

"S-Suguru nohohohohohohohohoho take me out of here ahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"I will eventually, but for now.." He joined Utahime, trailing his fingers along his sole.

"AHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahaha no nohohohohohohohohohoho wait ahahahahahahahahaha" Gojo was overcome by sensations.

Utahime strummed harder, concentrating on the center of her sole, while Geto covered the entire sole of the foot with softer strokes. But they both watched as Gojo laughed and doubled over, trying to free himself from his bonds.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no nohohohohohohohoho stahahahahahahahap" Gojo was a mess, his face slightly red, his hair disheveled and tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Did you hear that, Geto? He doesn't want us to stop" She giggled.

"Haha, how mean, Utahime" He stopped. "Let's give our friend a break"

"E-Enough.." Gojo said trying to catch his breath. "Get me out of here"

"That's up to you, Satoru.. Are you going to change your behavior?" Geto went to his side, leaning on the armchair again.

"I also want you to apologize to me!" Utahime said, crossing his arms.

"Me? You're the ones who should be apologizing! You can't just-" He was interrupted.

"Yeah, you said it right, Geto" Utahime sighed. "He's proud and doesn't make it easy"

"Yeah... But it's okay, there's another spot I want to test" He said, poking Gojo's ribs.

"AH! He shrank away. "You wouldn't dare.."

Geto knew about Gojo's sensitivity, he had discovered it naturally with a few touches here and a few pokes there, until one day he took better advantage of the opportunity and Gojo ended up laughing and completely defeated on the floor.

"I have nothing to lose.." He smiled and fingered her ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUGURU NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Wow.." Utahime watched, amazed, as Gojo bent, thrashed and laughed against Geto's tickles. "I want it too"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" This time it was Utahime who squeezed his ribs while Geto held him by the shoulders, keeping him leaning so he wouldn't get in the way. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT, PLEASE!" And they stopped.

"Oh, I'm surprised you say such a polite word like that" Geto mocked. "But you still haven't said what we want to hear"

"Make it easy on yourself"

"I-I don't.." Was all Gojo said while breathing heavily.

Utahime and Geto exchanged a look, at the same time they sighed, but they weren't surprised. While Utahime sat down again near Gojo's feet, Geto pulled a chair to the side of the armchair and sat down.

"You asked for this! " They said together.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" Gojo was surprised by Utahime's fingers running over his soles and Geto's fingers pressing his ribs. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL DIE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP"

"Begging won't help, even though it's great to hear from you" That's what Utahime said and Geto approved with a smile.

Gojo wasn't able to think straight, he could feel the way Utahime's fingers slid across his soles, hitting all the sensitive spots and the way Geto's fingers traced his ribs, alternating between squeezing them one by one. He wouldn't last long.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORY" He finally give up.

"What did you say, Satoru? I couldn't understand.." Geto wouldn't miss the chance to tease him.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SORRY, I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He screamed and they stopped.

"Thank you for doing this voluntarily, Gojo, I forgive you" She smiled and turned to leave.

"And you have nothing to tell me, Satoru?" He threatened to tickle him again.

"I-I'm going to change!" He said quickly.

"Haha, that's good, I'm pleased" He smiled and free him. "Now we can talk about the mission"

But Gojo just stood there, recovering and thinking how much he liked and hated those two at the same time.

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[highdefhoetry]

Behind the Blindfold, ch. 3 [Gojo Satoru X Reader]

tags: NSFW!!! tickle kink, female reader, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, gentle femdom, edging, switching, vaginal fingering, oral sex (vaginal), creampie, body worship & praise, aftercare/post-sex cuddling, hand kink, hand worship, finger sucking, big dick, size kink, size difference, reader is short, enemies to lovers (kind of), dubcon (reader is resistant but only because she's denying feelings), light humiliation with verbal teasing, reader is tsundere with trust issues

summary: you can't deny the power gojo satoru now holds over you. but that doesn't mean you can't turn the tables on him.

word count: ~4,400

read part 1 here! read part 2 here!

read on ao3 here!

“(Y/N)? Hellooooo?”

The sound of Gojo Satoru’s voice yanks you back into reality. Thrown off by the sudden interruption to your daydream, you knit your brows together and return his overconfident grin with a scowl. The rest of the first and special grade sorcerers stare back at you unamused, scattered in seats around the room, reminding you that you’re on the clock. A meeting about some schoolyard curse that kept reappearing or whatever. You had only been half listening.

“Sorry,” you grumble, sinking down into your chair. You hear Gojo snickering to himself next to you and silently cuss him out.

You couldn’t get him off your mind. Not since that night. His hands had left imprints on your body, your skin now haunted by the ghost of his touch. Every time you close your eyes, you see those beautiful baby blues staring back at you. And when you sleep, the same scenes replay in your mind like a rerun of a movie. Gojo, slipping his giant fingers into you. Gojo, teasing you in a muttered baritone about your body’s reactions to his touch. Gojo, licking your juice off his fingers like it was the best goddamn thing he’d ever tasted.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Meeting’s over.”

Someone’s voice snaps you out of it again, you’re not sure whose this time. The sound of metal chairs scraping against the concrete floor spur you to stand up and leave, as well. The room clears out quickly as the rest of the sorcerers make their exit, all but one. He waits for you at the door, leaning against the wall as he stares at you with eyes hidden behind a dark blindfold.

“Ready, partner?” Gojo smirks. 

You let out a deep sigh.

You thought it had just been a one-off thing. That once he had left your apartment the next morning, he’d start ignoring you or treating you coldly as most men did after hooking up with you. But you’d been sorely mistaken. 

Fucking Gojo Satoru had only made him cling to you more. 

You had kicked him out the next morning after the two of you woke up. Surprisingly, he’d gone without a fight, leaving you with only a few parting words and a smile, playful smile.

“See you later, (Y/N).”

You’ve wondered since then what would have happened if you’d let him stay. But you tried not to linger on these thoughts for too long. 

Fortunately, he still kept things professional when you were on the job. For the most part. You were grateful for that; the last thing you wanted was for your personal matters to seep into business. Although the other sorcerers were starting to catch on to your… “situation”, the two of you made sure to act appropriately with one another when surrounded by others. 

But he still took every opportunity to rile you up when no one else was looking. Whether that was whispering all of the dirty, disgusting things he was going to do to you next time he came over, or sneaking his hands and fingers under your clothes to tickle you and make you squeal at times when you were supposed to be quiet. Then, the other day, while you were alone in the hallway, you suddenly found yourself pushed up against the wall with both of Gojo’s hands groping your ass from behind. He somehow managed to sneak his fingers under your pants, sliding beneath your panties and into your hole in one swift, smooth motion. And before you could get a sound out, his other hand clamped over your mouth to silence you. It was big enough to cover the lower half of your face, almost smothering both your airways. All while he was pumping those big fucking fingers of his in and out, in and out, in and out, growling in your ear about how tight you were and how he loved being inside you…

“Yoooo, you’re really out of it today,” Gojo waved a hand in front of your face, and once more you were disoriented as your mind returned to the present. 

Had you zoned out again? For fuck’s sake, you were a special grade sorcerer! You couldn’t keep letting yourself get distracted like this.

“I’m fine,” you lightly smack his hand away and turn to leave. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“To wherever the hell they assigned us.”

Gojo threw back his head and laughed. 

“Damn, you really weren’t paying attention at all,” he chuckled. “No work today. There haven’t been any special or grade 1 curses detected in Tokyo in the last 24 hours.”

“...Huh?”

Shit. You were starting to get pissed off. This man was really throwing you off. And he knew exactly what he was doing. Getting you all worked up, pressing all of your buttons, hitting you with those one liners that left you breathless and winded…

“Something is distracting you,” he sings, closing in on you while your back is against the wall and you’re still in a daze. “Wanna talk about it?”

He’s got you trapped again. Not that you mind. There was something to be said about having a giant, gorgeous man like him ogling down at you from his massive height. Licking his lips, eyeing you up like a five course meal he planned to devour. And you intended to let him feed upon you. Your head barely reaches his chest, which means you have to slightly strain your neck to look up at him as he towers over you. It’s like his whole body has encompassed you, and you’ve done nothing to stop it.

“I have nothing to say,” you respond with a gulp.

“Is that so?”

Something snakes itself under the hem of your shirt and climbs up your sides, then sneaks around to your back. You jump at the ticklish sensation, letting out a small yelp that earns a chuckle from Gojo.

“Oh, sorry. This is one of your weak spots,” he says in a honey-sweet voice, void of any remorse. “The back of your ribcage, right? If I remember correctly, you can’t handle any light touches here.”

He feathers your skin with the tips of his fingers and grins wider when you flinch and twist away. You grab his arms, knowing it’s futile, but cling to them weakly for some kind of leverage as you burst into laughter. He always does this, goes for your worst spot right away so he can see you squirm and writhe around like an animal caught in a trap. So humiliating.

“Your back is pretty sensitive too. You freak out whenever I do this.”

He runs both index fingers up your spine and laughs when you squeal and arch your back.

“S-stop!”

“Why? Are you getting turned on?”

“Shut up!”

He starts to hum as he torments you, tracing patterns and shapes on your sides as you giggle and try to wrap your arms around yourself protectively. He’s only lightly tickling you, nowhere near as intense as before, but it’s still making you weak. What’s worse is how much you are enjoying it.

“You like it when I do this. Admit it.”

Hearing that makes your cheeks flush even more. Did he just read your mind? Shit. You hope he hasn’t noticed your warmed cheeks, pray it’s not too prominent. 

“See? Your skin is flushed, and you’re avoiding my eyes.”

God damn it. He stops tickling you momentarily to grab your chin and force you to look up at him. You fight it at first, refusing to open your eyes, but he is a patient man. He gently runs a thumb across the bottom of your lip, back and forth, back and forth, until you finally surrender your gaze. You stare at the gorgeous face of Gojo Satoru, half-concealed by the blindfold, wishing you could see the insatiable hunger of the Six Eyes. 

“You’re embarrassed. Why? It’s just me,” he smiles. 

“Because… you do this on purpose,” you retort. “You mess with me to get a rise because you think it’s funny.”

That makes him laugh again, more lighthearted than malicious. He holds your chin steady, running his fingers through your hair with his other hand.

“It’s true. I like to see you this way, all flustered and shy. It’s cute.”

His words make you pout, which only spurs him on further.

“Especially when you make that face. I can’t get enough of you, (Y/N).”

There’s no hint of mockery in his voice. Only genuine adoration. You’re still not sure if it’s a trick, or one of his seduction tactics in play. It’s impossible for you to get a read on Gojo Satoru’s intentions with you, no matter how much you analyze his words and actions. It drives you insane. It makes you want even more.

“You’ve only been here for a short time, yet look how much power you now hold over me,” he continues, simply admiring the look on your face as he sweet talks you. “I’m in trouble if anyone else finds out about my new weakness.”

“Tch! Very funny,” you roll your eyes and place your hands on his to try and pull them off your face.

“You’re being dismissive again,” he pipes up in a sing-songy voice. “Yep, that’s right. I’m starting to catch onto your little mannerisms. How does it feel, being known so intimately by another?”

You scowl at him again. “You don’t know me at all.”

“Oh, but I do,” he smirks, caressing your bottom lip and chin as he speaks. “I know you are guarded. Cautious. You don’t let people in easily, and you don’t like being emotionally vulnerable. Is it because you have been hurt in the past?”

Your frown deepens, but you say nothing. He lets go of your chin for a moment to slip a finger under his blindfold and pull it up. Your eyes lock onto his; he gazes into your soul with an intensity that makes you feel like your whole body is trembling. As he looks you up and down, admiring your face and form, his smirk grows wider and wider.

“Aha, yep! I see it now,” he sings. “A soft little heart that wants to be held and loved. The one you’ve been hiding behind that cold exterior.”

He leans down, whispering into your ear as goosebumps once more creep down your back. There’s no use trying to come up with a response. He’s won you, check and mate.

“I’m spot on, aren’t I?”

He is. Despite your strength and resistance, you find yourself turning to putty in his hands, melting at his every touch. You hate it. You love it. You will never admit to it, not out loud. But your body language was more powerful than words. Your hips gravitate towards his, slowly humping against his growing erection. Your clit had been throbbing for a while, your underwear slightly wetter than usual. Things unseen, yet not unnoticed by Gojo Satoru. Taking your chin in his grasp once more, he pulls your face forward and presses his lips against yours in a kiss while his free hand rubs against your mound. As you moan softly into his lips, you notice that he tastes sweet, probably from those damn rice cake pastries he eats all the time. You lose yourself in him, succumbing completely to his skillful hands and passionate kiss. When he finally pulls away, his hands cup both your cheeks as he once again forces you to look him in the eyes.

One of his thumbs strokes your lips again, but this time your lips move towards it. You slowly take his hand in yours and guide it into your mouth, sucking gently on his thumb, your eyes fixated on his. He must not have been expecting it, because he freezes for a moment while a look of surprise flashes through his wide, cerulean eyes. After running your tongue around his thumb, you release it and take in his index finger next. It’s large and thick. You practically have to deep throat it to get the whole thing to fit in your mouth. His skin is rough and dry, especially around the knuckles. There’s a fresh, soapy taste to it, the remnants of washed hands. That was one thing you really liked about Gojo. He was always very clean.

After a few seconds, you slip his finger out of your mouth and start kissing the palm of his hand. God, it really is huge. It almost covers your entire face. The skin on his palms is just as rough and calloused as his fingers. Your soft lips grazing over it feel strange, in a way. Tenderness connecting with tenacity. 

“My, my…” he finally speaks up, a smirk returning to his face. “I knew you liked my hands, but I didn’t know you liked them this much.”

“...They’re nice,” you confess.

“Do my ears deceive me?” He suddenly pushes up against you, causing your back to slam onto the wall behind you. “Has the prickly (Y/N) finally warmed up to me?”

“Don’t make a big thing of it,” you say with a small gasp.

One beat later, and your surroundings have changed. You look around and notice the familiar walls and furniture of your living room. But… you were just at headquarters. How the hell did you end up back here? 

“Huh? Gojo did you just…?”

“Sorry,” he smiles as his teeth sink into your neck. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You're given no time to think about whatever the fuck just happened. You cry out from the sudden pain, signaling him to pull back. But he doesn’t stop, opting instead to kiss up to your ear and nibble there. You’re caught between moans and giggles again, having two powerful errogenous zones stimulated at once, and bury your hands in his silver hair so you have something to grab while he stimulates every fucking nerve in your body. Meanwhile, his own hands run up and down your chest, cradling your breasts and tweaking your hardened nipples with his fingertips. He strokes the tender spot under your breasts, ushering more moans and stifled giggles from you. His mouth trails down again as he peppers kisses all over your tits, stopping only to lick and suck your nipples. You gently pull at his hair, and the two of you moan in harmonic unison.

It only lasts for a few seconds. He suddenly lifts you up, tossing you over his shoulder to carry you into the bedroom. It happens so quickly you barely have time to protest; before you know it, your back falls down onto soft bedding and you’re staring up at the giant that is Gojo Satoru, who’s watching you with the eyes of a hunter about to consume his prey. He yanks his shirt over his head, unbuckles the belt on his waist as his eyes become more feral, more depraved. You begin to strip as well, peeling off your dress before unclipping your bra and tossing both to the side. You see his growing bulge threatening to break through his tight boxers and sit up, finding yourself unable to ignore it. You press your lips against the black fabric and smile when you hear him groan softly in response. You want to tease him, give him a taste of his own medicine for once, and continue kissing his hard cock through the soft layer of cloth.

He starts to lose it. He grabs your head, pulls it forward as his groans get louder, but your light kisses remain the same. You slip your two index fingers under his waistband and take note of the way his skin quivers and flinches at your touch. Interesting. You’d have to come back to that later. You slowly pull his boxers down, rendering him nude, allowing his monster cock to swing free. You can see the pale, thick member steadily pulsing; he got hard so quickly, just from this light teasing. You start to realize how truly powerful you are against him. Perhaps it was time to act on it.

You gently take his cock on one hand and kiss the tip. Your tongue peeks through your lips, swirling against it slowly and methodically. First in one direction, then the other. Sometimes with your entire tongue, and sometimes just the tip. The noises coming out of his mouth are absolutely delectable. Half moans, half whimpers, desperate sounds from a man quickly losing his composure. You keep that up for god knows how long, waiting for the right moment to take him in your mouth completely. His dick twitches and pulsates, tries leaning into your mouth, but your tongue remains solely on the tip, and your hand prevents him from thrusting any further.

“(Y/N),” he groans, sounding even more desperate. “Please…”

Wild. Gojo Satoru was starting to beg. You feel a smirk creep across your face, unearthing more of your hidden power. 

“Please what?” You ask innocently. When you swirl your tongue against his tip again, he lets out an uncharacteristic cry you never once expected to come out of the strongest sorcerer in the world. He clasps his hands on the side of your head again, but before he can bring your head closer, you take his hands and hold them out in front of you.

“You want more? Then beg.”

His eyes widen momentarily, faintly glowing in the dark, curtained room. He scoffs and starts to smile, but it quickly fades when he sees the look in your eyes and realizes you mean business. You sit at the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other, grinning as you watch the gears turn in his head. You wonder what he’ll do now, if he’ll try to regain his dominance or surrender to you. As he stands there in awe, you break the silence with another firm command.

“On your knees.”

In a heartbeat, he obeys. Your chest flutters at the sight of Gojo Satoru kneeling before you, sitting between your knees like a devotee at the foot of a goddess. You uncross your legs, and he puts his hands on your calves, kissing up your shins until he reaches your inner thighs. You gasp, whimpering at the soft gesture of worship.

“Please… let me come inside you…” he whispers in between kisses, moving from one thigh to the other while caressing your calves with his hands. His silky lips trailing across your sensitive skin bring you pleasure unlike any other. You spend a few moments here, enjoying your command over the once-proud sorcerer before taking it further.

You lift up your foot and press the sole against his bare chest, pushing him back slightly. His gaze shifts up, and he gawks at you like a spurned lover.

“Show me how badly you want it,” you demand. 

He mutters out a quiet “Yes, Miss”, making your heart melt as he takes your ankle in hand. 

He plants small kisses on the top of your foot, then drags his lips across your ankle before kissing a path up your legs. He peeks at you when his lips reach the space between your thighs; your clit throbs when you meet his gaze. His eyes carry a quiet neediness, a longing for instructions, and he waits patiently for your next command.

But instead of using words, you simply grab his head, take his hair in your fists, and pull his face forward into your mound. The feeling of his warm tongue on your clit makes you release a moan so loud it echoes off the walls. With that pretty face of his buried in your pussy, he dances his tongue around your throbbing clit and groans in pleasure as he eats you out like never before. You can feel his warm breaths on your pussy lips, hear his jagged breathing as he gulps in air every now and then. You hold his head still, planning to keep him there until you’re goddamn satisfied. You’re not sure how much time passes, but after some time you decide he’s done enough. When you sense your growing wetness, you pull his head back and force him to look up at you.

“...Good boy.”

His eyes light up, and once again Gojo ogles you with a mixture of disbelief and awe. You place a hand on his neck, coaxing him onto his feet before barking out another order.

“Lay down.” You nod at the space next to you on the bed.

He practically leaps onto the bed, his dick still hard as it bounces in the air. He looks up at you expectantly, with a hint of curiosity sparkling in his eyes. You carefully climb on top of him, rubbing your pussy lips against the tip of his cock while you try to decide whether or not to let him in yet or torment him a while longer. He groans again, this time with a bit more frustration. 

“What’s wrong, Gojo?” You tease, keeping a steady rhythm as you gently grind against him. 

“Come on…” he whines, placing his hands on your hips to caress them.

“You want to come inside me?”

“Yes, god damn it. Yes!”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Fuck!” He digs his nails into your hips, slowly losing what little composure he has left. “You feel so fucking good, I need to be inside you…”

Hearing that unleashes a wave of desire within you, and in mere seconds your pussy takes him in. You grab the base of his cock and slowly lower yourself onto it, guiding his dick into your hole little by little. When he’s halfway inside, he cries out in pleasure, and when he’s all the way in, you’re almost certain he’ll come in seconds. But with a great deal of self control, Gojo remains hard as you start to bounce. Up and down, up and down, getting faster and deeper with each stroke. Your hands brace themselves on the firm mattress, beside his head, and you get a clear view of his strained facial expressions as his eyebrows knit and unknit, his lips part and mouth gapes, his breath shallow and sharp. His hands are locked on your hips, gripping them for dear life every time you lower yourself into him. A bit out of breath, you stop momentarily to rest and lean forward to kiss him on the lips. As you feel his dick pulse inside you, you start to run your hands down his sides and across his stomach. You feel his skin quiver as it did before, slightly flinching away from your hands. You smile into the kiss and make your touches more purposeful, grazing the tips of your fingernails on the sides of his chest.

His reaction is instant. He lets out a small yelp and grabs your wrists.

“D… don’t,” he pleads, panting heavily. His cock throbs inside you again. You free yourself from his grasp and place your hands on his waist once more.

“Look who’s sensitive now,” you mutter in a low voice while lightly spidering his sides. Now his vocalizations sound more like soft giggles. It’s different from his usual cocky laugh; slightly higher pitched and breathy. And as hard as he’s trying not to struggle, you can see his muscles tense at your every touch. 

He’s ticklish.

You feel the walls of your pussy clench around his dick and chuckle when he moans in response. It feeds your ego even more, and as your smirk returns you realize why Gojo acts like Gojo. Holding this kind of power over someone gave you a head rush unlike any other. You tease him a bit more, tickling up and down his waist for a few more seconds just to hear his sweet, melodic laughter while avoiding his hands thrashing about. You burn the image of Gojo Satoru giggling and squirming around beneath you into your mind, knowing this memory will remain in your heart always. 

“Fuck, stop!” he wheezes, and after a few more seconds you desist and show mercy. 

Still with your hands on his waist, you start bouncing on his dick again, relishing in the way his panicked laughter melts into breathless moans. You can feel it; it won’t be long before he finishes inside you. You bounce faster, feel his cock shoving into you even deeper, crying out from his massive size and how fucking good it feels to have him fill you up, until he finally bursts and you feel an explosion of cum inside you. His dick twitches and throbs, letting loose smaller bursts until it finally dies down. You watch as his breathing steadies, take note of how flushed his usually pale skin has become and how damp his skin is from sweat. You carefully lift yourself off his dick and feel his cum dripping out of you, then wonder if he’s watching it too. He is. His eyes drift down to your pussy once more, and you see him smile widely as he watches his cum leak out. Something about that moves you; you lean forward to kiss him before flopping down beside him.

You lay there for a while, trying to catch your breath. He puts a hand on your cheek and turns your face towards his own, then kisses you deeply.

“I suppose you were right. I don't know everything about you,” he says when he pulls away. “Although this really shouldn't surprise me. You are a control freak, after all."

“Shut up, jackass."

You snake your arms around his waist and snuggle up closer, pressing your forehead into his chest. When you look up at him again, he takes your chin in hand and presses his lips against yours.

“And you’re amazing…”

“Mmm…”

Gojo leaves a trail of kisses on your jaw, your cheek, your eyelids and forehead. His way of showering affection on you like this makes your tender heart beat even faster. And laying with him, wrapped in each other’s arms with hands wandering all over, makes you wonder if paradise is half as good as this. You know this won’t last long, that eventually you’ll be summoned back home to the other side of the world, never to see him again.

But for now, you were content to stay in his embrace.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #female reader #minors DNI #ler gojo #lee gojo #tickling #tickle kink #jujustsu kaisen smut

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello! I was wondering if I could submit a prompt.

💜 Angel, platonic jujitsu kaisen

Lee!Megumi Ler!Gojo

Ler!Gojo beloved! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D And Megumi!!!

Angel: "What happens if I do this?"

“Hey hey, Megumi!” Gojo appeared, and just like that Megumi’s day had been ruined.

Okay- that wasn’t fair. But it did get harder.

“It’s my day off; whatever you’ve got in mind today I don’t want any part of it.” He turned his head away, tsking when Gojo put on his best pout. “That won’t work.”

“Aww, but my super intense puppy eyes always work on you!” Gojo whined, completely ignoring Megumi’s look of confusion.

“You’re what-”

“Alright- looks like I’m gonna have to use a new approach!” Gojo winked before shooting a hand out, grabbing the space below Megumi’s ribs and squeezing. “What happens if I do this, huh?”

“Ah! Grk-No! No, get o-off!” Megumi all but jumped out of his skin when his side was attacked, biting his lip as he grabbed at the hand. “G-Gojo!”

“That’s my name! Aww, is whittle Megumi ticklish? Huh? Is he?” Gojo cooed at him, easily pushing his student over as he brought his other hand into the game, clawing at his belly. “Aww, look how much you’re laughing! You must be enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Gohohohoohohohojo, enoohoohohohohough!” Megumi cackled out, arching against his mentor’s playful hands. “Yohohoohohohu’re soohohohohoo embahahhahahahrahahahhassing!”

“Aww, are you embarrassed, Megumi? Is that why you’re so red?” Gojo teased, shooting a hand up to the younger sorcerer’s armpit, cackling when he squealed. “Look how blushy you are! And what a cute wittle noise! Aww, I bet you’re having the time of your life, huh?”

‘GOHOOOHOHOJOHOHOHO, STHAHAHHAHP!” Megumi cried out, trying in vain to push himself away with his heels. Altering his plans of escape, he tried to kick the white haired man in the face, only for Gojo to catch his ankle with ease. “Coohohoohohme ohohoohon, Lehehhehet me gogoOOHOHOHOOHOHO NOHOHOOOO!”

“Huh? What?” Gojo teased, his fingers flying over Megumi’s socked foot as the other shrieked with laughter. “What’s that? You wanna spend time with me today, Megumi? Aww, you’re too kind!”

Needless to say; Megumi's day with Gojo was filled with laughter.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #jjk #gojo saturo #fushiguro megumi #platonic #Gojo is a teasy ler akjerjkakjrajkr

[thelastsaiyanprincess]

ler gojo SAVE ME

#SAVE ME LER GOJO

[tastybluesprite]

Great Heights

FINALLY I get to write for these two dorks. I miss them so much. I randomly came up with this idea from a tiktok animation skit I saw with Yuji and Megumi. I woke up in the middle of the night and was like “woooooaaahh…..” and got to work right away. Now this is the result lmfao. Enjoy! (I hope)🙏❤️

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that makes you uncomfortable just keep scrolling :)

Summery: Geto is secretly afraid of heights, but what happens when Gojo wants to ride a Ferris wheel with him? (Takes place a bit before the time of hidden inventory arc)

If Geto made it out of this alive he was going to kill Satoru Gojo. Well… maybe he was being a little dramatic. But still.

It all started when they decided to take a trip to an amusement part. Gojo absolutely loved scary roller coasters. He enjoyed the thrill. Geto didn’t have much issue with the coasters either. Even if he wasn’t a big fan, they were over pretty quickly. It was more of a heights problem he had with them. But again, they were over quick enough that he was ok.

“Wooo! That was a great one!” Gojo cried as they left another ride they had just went on. Geto smiled slightly as if to show agreement.

Gojo, being the loud and energetic type, was having the time of his life bouncing the two of them around all over the park. Suddenly Gojo stopped in his tracks.

“Suguru! Look a Ferris wheel!!!” The white haired teen cried as he pointed to the large attraction a few feet away from them.

Suguru looked at the giant wheel with apprehension.

“Eh… I don’t know Satoru… it’s probably not even that fun…” Geto made a weak attempt of trying to convince him otherwise. But Gojo was dead set.

“Oh come on! I’ve always wanted to go on one of these! Pleeeeease?” Gojo whined a little. “The lines not even that long right now!”

Geto looked at it and sighed. “Ok, fine.”

Gojo whooped as he dragged his man bun haired friend to the line.

Gojo was right. Unfortunately for Geto, the line wasn’t that long. Soon enough they were loaded into a cart and had the metal bar lowered on them.

The wheel began to move and they started descending up. As it moved Geto was honestly started to enjoy it. It was a lot more relaxing than he anticipated.

Soon the cart made its way to the very top, which was a little bit worrying, but Geto figured it was going to move again and they’d be down soon enough.

Unfortunately after some time, they realized it was not going to be moving anytime soon.

“Uh oh. Looks like the Ferris wheel broke. Bummer.” Gojo sighed. His voice sounding downright bored.

Geto however remained silent.

Gojo continued to mutter about the situation sucking that the ride stopped working, also wondering if they could get their money back for this. But he realized he was doing most of, if not, all of the talking.

“Hey Suguru you haven’t said anything this entire time. You ok?” Gojo asked, inspecting his face.

“Ah- no. I’m ok.” Geto said quickly, trying to offer a sort of smile. Gojo couldn’t help noticing the tension in his voice. He also noticed the way Geto was a bit too tightly gripping the metal bar in front of them, in fact so tightly his knuckles had turned almost completely white. His face seemed a bit more pale than normal also.

That’s when it suddenly clicked in his brain.

“Wait a second… Suguru… are you afraid of heights?” Gojo asked with a teasing flair in his voice.

“Ah- n-no I’m not… I’m just not really finding it all that fun to get stuck up here.” A likely excuse.

Gojo smirked. “Aw it’s ok… you don’t have to put on a brave face for wittle ole me…” He then started poking Geto at his side a little as he continued smirking.

“AH! S-Satohoru!” Geto cried out as he tensed up all the more, swatting at Gojos hand. “S-Stop that!”

Gojo grinned as he went from poking to squeezing at his sides.

“G-Gohohohojo!!! Y-yohohohu’ll mahahahake uhuhuhus fahahahall!!!” Geto cried as his giggles turned to laughter. He was now squirming even more.

“Oh come on do you think I’d actually let you fall? I’m honestly hurt that you think so little of me…” Gojo then went for his stomach, scribbling gently.

“GOHohOhoJoHOhohoho!!!” Getos laughter only intensified as he kicked his feet around below them, trying weakly to fend off Gojos hands.

Even though Geto wanted to kill that white haired bastard, his fear started to leave him. His stress went down and suddenly the heights didn’t feel so scary anymore. A little nerve wracking sure, but he wasn’t as afraid.

Soon the wheel started to move again and they eventually made it off the ride.

Gojo stretched his arms out as they walked. “Well that was actually pretty fun!” Gojo said energetically. He saw how Geto was being all quiet again and his smile went from being teasing to being a little more softer and genuine.

“Don’t worry~ I won’t tell anyone~” Gojo huffed out playfully out as he swiftly poked his friends side. Suguru gasped and flinched away from the touch as he gave an annoyed look.

“Shut up.” He said, sounding more tired than anything.

But when he turned back away from Gojo, he couldn’t stop the smile that creeped on his face. Maybe he’ll wait a little longer after all before he killed that idiot.

Thx for reading ✌️❤️

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[rachi-roo]

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Game Over!

Woooow! Been a while since I've written something so out of the blue! With everything going on in the show, I needed something softer ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I know Sukuna is the bad guy but.... Come ooooon, he's so scrummy! XD

You'll have to use your imagination with this one! I know that this isn't how Sukunas powers work with Itadori, being able to possess individual limbs and control them at times, but FICTION BABY! It can work how I want! ヽ(^○^)ノ

Please enjoy! Weeee!!

Summary: Itadori is having a rest day, enjoying the peace when a certain curse pops up, claiming he's bored and starts causing trouble!

Lee!Itadori, Ler!Sukuna

Tw: Lil swearing

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Peace. That was something that didn't occur very often at Jujutsu High School. So when it did, it was taken advantage of.

Yuji was resting in his dorm, recovering from an injury he sustained during his training, playing games on his phone in a comfy reclined position, his strained ankle propped up on a cushion.

"Tsk..." He sighed, watching his mobile screen flash with the words 'Game Over' as he failed a second time to beat that level.

Try again.

The level started up again, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he tapped the coloured blocks and pointers, trying his best to win. He felt a numbness creep up into his fingers, that sensation when you've been laying with your phone for too long.

Game Over. "Darn it..." He huffed, shaking out his hand, flexing his fingers to try rid them of the tingling pins and needles before starting the level again.

A few moments into the game, he realised his left hand, the one that was feeling tingly, had gone completely numb. Yet, he was still playing the game and winning, too! That's when it clicked. It wasn't pins and needles.

"Hey-" He lightly bonked his numb hand with the other, scowling as he watched his thumb continue to play against his will. Sukunas little mouth appearing on the back of said hand.

"What?" The curse grumbled.

"Gimme my arm back, right now." Yuji demanded, taking the phone from his, well, Sukunas grip. The other grumbled in protest, an eye and a mouth morphing from Yujis cheek.

"Come on, brat. I'm bored. You've been sitting here all day! Entertain me!" The curse sneered, irrigated by Yujis scolding.

"I've been sitting here all day because I'm injured. Now, gimme my arm back or-"

"Just let me play on that telephone device, I'm getting the hang of that game you were playing."

Yuji snickered. "Pff- Telephone device. Oi!-" He gasped as his possessed hand tried to snatch his phone away. "No! You're not even supposed to be controlling my arm right now!"

"Come on! You're no good at that game anyway!" Sukuna argued, still trying to grab the phone away. It was an odd sight. Fighting with your own arm isn't something anyone would ever get used to seeing or doing.

Yuji sat up, holding the phone over his head, trying to keep it away from the arm Sukuna had control over. "Quit it! I said no!"

"You greedy brat! Clearly, that Gojo fool hasn't taught you any manners!" He seeithed with rage, suddenly ramming his possessed hand up under Yujis arm.

"GYAH!?" The other yelped, bringing his arm down to try and protect himself as a tickling sensation shot through his core. "Hehey! C-Cut that out!" He scolded through his choked giggling as he tried to hold it in.

"Ha! What a pathetic weakness to have." Sukuna sneered, using Yujis possessed arm to attack him with tickling. He knew not to actually harm the boy, not yet anyway.

"W-Who the heheck taught you this!? Stohop!"

"I've witnessed you be tickled by Gojo and your other worthless human friends many times. You always lose pitifully the moment any of them touch you."

Itadori grabbed onto his possessed wrist, trying to pull it away as he clamped his arm down. "Cut it ohohout! KyahaAHAHAAA! NohoOO!"

He squealed, feeling Sukunas clawed fingers scratching over his ribs. Getting tickled by yourself would usually be impossible, but when your own damn arm has been possessed, it's a whole different and ridiculous situation!

"Yeah, that's right, kid. Suffer! Scream for mercy under my hand!" Sukuna laughed, enjoying the fact he could bully Yuji like this without any repercussions.

"Enough! Suhuhukuna! Ahaha! Get ohoff! WAH-!" He yelped as Sukuna clawed at his tummy, making him curl up like a woodlouse, giggling and hiccuping with a smile on his face.

"Kyahaha! N-Nohot thehehere! Thihis is stupid!"

"Not as stupid as you look. Tickling yourself. Imagine if someone were to walk in right now? Perhaps you should hand over the telephone device and let me entertain myself." The curse smirked from Itadoris cheek, squeezing up and down his side.

"Noho WAHAahahaAY! Aha!"

Sukuna chuckled at Yujis reactions, cruely digging into the boys hip as his safe hand swatted and blocked the attacks with all his might.

"I didn't want to have to do this to you, boy. But you've left me no choice. You are simply too disrespectful." Then, something awful happened. Truly devastating.

Both Yujis arms went numb.

"No, no, no, no, no! WAHAHAIT!" Poor Yuji didn't stand a chance, he was attacked on both sides by his own hands. Hugging himself as Sukuna tickled up and down the defenseless sides.

"Fuhuhuck! Ahah! Noho! Shiiiit! GyahAHAAA!"

He arched his back, his legs kicking into the mattress, scuffing up the sheets as he flailed.

"Eeheheee! Mehercy!"

"Mercy? You do know who you're talking to, right?" Sukuna grinned, rolling up Itadoris shirt and raking his fingers up and down his exposed abs. "How do you like that? Hmm~?"

"NYAHAHA! Fahaha-!... *gasp* PLEeeEHEHESE!" The vessel gasped and wheezed, fighting for a breath between his laughter.

He was stuck on his back like an upturned turtle, his legs flailing as he shook his head, messing his hair up something awful whilst Sukuna tickled his ribs with devilish precision, drumming and kneading into each bone.

"Such a fragile body. Tickling really is a problem for you, isn't it? Your poor sensetive flesh, so easily manipulated."

"Shuhut uuup! WaaAHAHA! T-Thihis isn't fahair!"

His high-pitched boyish cackling echoed down the hallways of the school.

"I can't breheEEEHEHEATHE! PFF- Aaaaha! *hic* NYAHA- *hic* AAAH-!" He hiccuped between bouts of laughter. His cheeks were a rosy red glow as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The curse laughed at him as he struggled, completely helpless as Sukuna dug circles into his hips. "Foolish boy... Are you going to be kind and allow me to entertain myself in exchange for my mercy?"

"Fuhuck it! Yes! Yes FINE! Juhust staAHAaahap!"

"Hmm... No."

"WHAT?! B-But yyYYAHAHA!" Itadori howled with laughter as Sukuna dug into his armpits, clawing and shaking his fingers into the vulnerable pits. "NO! NohoHOOO! HahaAHAHAAA! STAAAAHAP!"

"Now, what was it that stupid Gojo would say when he's punishing you with this method? Aah, something along the lines of... Tickle, tickle, tickle~" Sukuna sneered a cruel toothy grin. He was going to enjoy this.

After some time, the tickling finally stopped. Itadori was laid on his front now after managing to flip himself during the struggle. His clothes were ruffled and rolled up in various spots where Sukuna had gained access for tickles.

He panted heavily with his cheek squished into his pillow as he watched Sukuna play the game on his phone that he had just been tortured over.

Still not in control of one of his arms, the boy sighed, wiping his forehead with the other arm, shaking out the numbness as it returned to normal.

Game Over. Sukuna grumbled, tossing the phone aside after just a few minutes. "Bored now."

"You son of a-!"

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Thanks for readiiiing! Love you all! (*つ´･∀･)つ💕

#rachi roo #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #lee!Yuji #lee!itadori #Sukuna #ler!sukuna #ticklish Itadori #jujitsu kaisen tickle #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen tickle

[feathergil]

pls kind sir i beg,,,

grace us with lee!itadori and ler!gojo 🙏

i will pay you generously (in monopoly money)

gojo doesn't believe in free speech apparently

#pls dont tag as ship #feathergil #jjk tickle #jujutsu kaisen tickle #tickle art

[ragewerthers]

A Man, A Menace And A Massage

Summary: After a tough day of training Megumi is feeling a little worse for wear, but perhaps his caring and doting boyfriend can help make him feel just a little bit better?

Or... he can be an absolute menace.

A/n: Merry Belated Squealing Santa @lovelynim! :D I'm your stand in Squealing Santa writer and I hope that you enjoy this fic! You gave me so many fantastic prompts for sweet Itadori and Megumi that I decided that I was going to use them all! The prompts were:

1) Oh? You are ticklish here? You mean right *here*?

2) A "massage", but the lee can't stop giggling and the ler wonders why

3) Ah, your feet/arms got stuck? Let me "help" you

4) You. Ten seconds to run. Now.

5) "Tickle monster? What nonsense are you talking about? I hope that the year has been treating you well and I hope that you enjoy the shenanigans I wrote for these two! And thank you again to @hypahticklish for hosting this years event! You've done an amazing job and I appreciate all the hard work you put into it! :D

Word Count: 2708

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Did Gojo Sensei really have to go that hard?

No.

Well… yes… but also no.  But that was beside the point!

Itadori’s precious boyfriend was suffering!  He was in pain!  He was only hanging on by a thread to this mortal coil! “Oi, Itadori… stop looking at me like that.  It’s just a pulled muscle in my shoulder,” Megumi cut in through the haze of Yuji’s thoughts as he literally saw his pink haired menace staring at him like he was getting ready to take his last breath.

“But you said you’re hurt!  You never say you’re in pain!” Itadori interjected from his spot on the opposite end of the sofa.  A place he had been banished to after attempting to feed Megumi his dinner.  Which would’ve been all well and good had it not been hot ramen.

A man can only get slapped in the face with boiling noodles so many times before he has to choose his safety over severe third degree burns.

“I said that I was ‘sore’, Yuji.  It’s a common occurrence when your teacher is a… well… a Gojo,” Megumi said with a little shake of his head, instantly regretting the movement as he tensed and let out a little growl of pain.

Itadori was instantly by his side, completely disregarding the cushion barrier Megumi had erected after the ramen incident.

“Fushiguro?!  Are you okay?!  Do you need water?  A doctor?  Should I call an ambulan-mmpfth!”

The cushion of his fallen wall helped Megumi to quell Itadori’s spiral into madness as he quickly pressed it to his boyfriend's face.

“Yuji… I’m going to remove this pillow and when I do, I want you to be calm, cool and collected for me, okay?  I’m fine.  It’s a muscle that’s just being difficult.  A hot shower, a little rest and I’ll be good as new.  Okay… the pillows dropping in 3…2…1…..” 

Slowly, Megumi lowered the pillow and instantly regretted it as he was met with the saddest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen.

“No.  No, Yuji, not the look.  You know that’s unfair,” Megumi tried to dissuade as he watched the intensity of the stare grow.

“I just want to make sure you’re really alright, Fushiguro.  Please?  Is there anything I can do?  I don’t like knowing you’re in pain and that there’s something I could be doing but you’re not letting me.”

Megumi could already feel the flush starting to climb up his neck and reach his ears as he listened to the absolutely sincere concern in his boyfriend’s voice.

What was worse is that he knew that Itadori was well aware that he was on the precipice of cracking.

“Come on, Fushiguro… let me help you?”

Damn Itadori and his sweetness!  For a man literally turned into a vessel for pure evil, how was Itadori just so… good?

With a deep sigh, Megumi knew that he had no choice but to accept some help.  Maybe this could actually be beneficial?

“Okay.  But!” he said quickly as he saw the bright grin instantly return to Itadori’s face and watched his boyfriend's energy level spike up to 100.  “No more feeding me, no babying me and please, no more treating me like you’re about to light some incense for me.  Got it?”

Itadori quickly nodded at all the conditions and stood up, offering his hand to his boyfriend.

Quirking an eyebrow, the dark haired sorcerer carefully took the offered help as he stood from the couch  “I can see the wheels turning, Itadori.  What are you planning?” he asked carefully, earning himself a chuckle in return.

“I was thinking about it and I know what I could do to help you.  It would allow me to stay close and look after you without coddling you,” he said as he began to lead them toward Fushiguro’s bedroom.  “I think a nice massage would be just the ticket for getting your muscles to start to relax.  Many athletes find that it's nice to get one after a heavy workout.”

“Or if your Sensei has handed your ass to you over… and over… and over again,” Megumi mumbled, though a small smile was already lifting up the corners of his lips as he followed Itadori.

This might not be so bad.

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Oh god… it was so bad.

Megumi could feel his sanity slowly slipping away as he lay there on his bed, his arms cradled under a pillow so he could rest his head comfortably while Itadori sat carefully on his thighs..

Now all of those were well and good and to be perfectly honest, the massage had started out amazing!

Itadori had made sure that Megumi was comfortably settled on his stomach, that he had all the pillows he needed, that he didn’t feel too much pressure as Itadori settled on him.

Then the massage itself started and oh…  

Itadori’s hands were careful and precise.  Soothing along the planes of his shoulder blades, finding knots and working them out.  Letting his fingers massage along his spine  and down to his lower back where he hadn’t realized he’d also been feeling some soreness.

All in all, the first ten minutes had been so utterly pleasant that Megumi wondered why he hadn’t asked Yuji to do this sooner.

But then, Itadori’s fingers had strayed a little too close to his sides, right where his lower ribs were, and Megumi had flinched.

And sweet Itadori.  He thought it was an area that needed extra attention.

“Oh!  Fushiguro!  This must be when Gojo Sensei sent you into the bushes!  Here… take a few deep breaths and I’ll get those aches worked out!”

Now here Megumi lay, trying with all of his will power not to make a sound or a movement that would let Itadori on to a very well kept secret.

Megumi Fushigoru was ticklish.

Every pass of Itadori’s fingers along his lower ribs only made Megumi tense more, his face buried into his pillow as he fought the far too embarrassing sounds attempting to escape him.

“Megumi, you are really tense here!  This isn’t even as bad as your shoulder was!” Itadori said lightly, as he let his thumbs begin to rub what he thought were soothing circles into the backs of Megumi’s ribs.

What Itadori was really doing was creating a new level of torture unknown by mankind until this point in history!

“You’ve also gone really quiet, Megumi,” Itadori asked, an extra little squeeze to his sides making the sorcerer flinch again as a slightly high pitched whine escaped him.  “Was that a good squeak or a bad squeak?”

Megumi shook his head, knowing that if he answered there would be no back tracking and saving himself.

“Well,” Itadori mused, sounding slightly confused as he let his fingers settle somewhere near Megumi’s hips for the moment.  “I’m gonna assume that things are still okay since you haven’t bucked me off yet.  But I think you’re really starting to loosen up now!  You don’t feel so tense!  And I think I know why.”

Megumi had taken the small reprieve to try and rebuild his iron will like he had tried to build his cushion pillow wall earlier.  “W-Why do you think that is, Yuji?” he asked, his voice still slightly unsteady to his own ears, but hopefully it was something Yuji wouldn’t pick up on.

“Because I think I’ve found the spot that holds all your tension and once we work it out you’ll feel good as new!” Yuji said, sounding proud and excited all at once.  “It’s right here!”

Without any warning, Yuji’s hands moved up and gave a few quick squeezes against Megumi’s lower ribs.

Three things happened in an instant.

First… Megumi’s poor body, completely unprepared for the sensation, instantly flailed as a wild cackle escaped him.  His iron will completely collapsing, much like his pillow wall had.

Second… Itadori’s hands ceased their movement and quickly moved from where they had momentarily been resting against the warm skin of his boyfriend's sides.

And third… the room fell into an almost deafening silence as both parties attempted to process what had just happened.

“..... OH!” Itadori’s shout of recognition startled poor Megumi as he already began attempting to shimmy his way out from under the man, trying to dislodge his arms from under the pillow.

“No!  Itadori!  Don’t you da-AHARE!” Megumi instantly collapsed back onto the bed as he felt ten evil fingers scribbling up his sides and over his ribs, drawing out ridiculous giggles that he had been fighting for far too long.

“So this is why you’ve been so tense and quiet throughout the whole massage!” Yuji laughed, gently testing out different spots now that he had connected all the dots.

“St-Stahahahap!  I cahan’t hehelp that I-I’m tihihi….. tihihic…. AH!  S-Sensitihihihihiive there!” Fushiguro squeaked out, his cheeks already blushing as he attempted and failed to say that terrible word.

Facing curses was a piece of cake.

Saying the word ‘tickle’?  Now that was a true challenge.

Sadly for Megumi, this seemed to be a little extra fuel to add to the fire that had taken hold of his mischievous boyfriend.

“Oh? You’re ticklish here? You mean right here?” Yuji cooed, his fingers now vibrating against Megumi’s upper ribs where they had slowly been migrating to.  He’d managed to slither his way down from sitting on Fushiguro’s legs to easily laying on him, allowing him to keep his boyfriend in place as he continued to explore his vulnerable sides.

The ticklish touch made Megumi snort loudly as ridiculous laughter instantly escaped him, his arms trying to come down where they were currently trapped under his pillow no thanks to Yuji’s past kindness of wanting to make him comfortable and his new evilness at trapping him between the bed and his body.

“Yehehehehes! I’m tihih…. tiihihicklish there y-you bahahahastard!” Megumi cried out through his laughter, the quick vibrations against his upper ribs sending electric ticklish jolts racing through his body.

Yuji chuckled at the sweet noise, basking in the sounds of his boyfriend laughing so freely and openly in a way he never thought he’d get to see.  “Awww, no need for such words, Fushiguro!  Look at how happy this is making you!  And look at that blush!” Yuji cooed against Megumi’s quickly reddening ears, making the poor man shiver and try to bat the other man’s face away. Unfortunately this was only a reminder of his poor arms being pinned out in front of him under his own pillow and his terrible boyfriend.

It was also a reminder to Itadori that he was going to be able to tease his sweet boyfriend for just a little bit longer without fear of being batted away.

“Ah, your arms got stuck? Let me help you then, Megumi,” Yuji said softly, letting his fingers lightly scribble upwards till they were just nestled under Megumi’s armpits. 

Megumi instantly jolted at the soft touch to what he knew was his worst spot, his head shaking back and forth as frantic giggles bubbled up out of his chest and his legs kicked out frantically behind him.

“D-Don’t you dahahahare, Itadori!  I swehehehar you’ll regrehehehet this!” he warned, though he knew that his threats were falling on deaf ears as he heard the man hum above him.  Then he felt an exploratory little flutter of Yuji’s fingertips against his death spot and he snorted as he tried and failed to bring his arms down once more.

“Hmm… I think this might be where you’re stuck?  Let me see if I can’t untangle you,” Itadori teased before instantly beginning to spider all over the completely vulnerable area, only just staying in place as Megumi squirmed wildly before falling into the most hysterical laughter yet.

“OH GAHAHAHAD!  NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Megumi cried out, his poor armpits absolutely defenseless against the ridiculous tickling of his boyfriend.  He tried to rock side to side to dislodge his menace, but Itadori stayed put, applying more pressure in the center of his armpits or right under the hollows near his upper ribs, always keeping the other sorcerer guessing and driving Megumi crazy with laughter. “What?  What was that, Megumi?” Itadori giggled, a bright smile on his face as he began to massage deep circles into the middle of Fushiguro’s armpits, making the man buck and snort like some sort of rodeo animal underneath him.

“TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Megumi cackled, tears of mirth in his eyes as more laughter exploded out of him and leaving him unable to make a sentence any more succinct than that.  “YAHAHOU MAHAHAHAONSTER!”

"Huh?  What did you say?  Tickle monster? What nonsense are you talking about?" Itadori teased, unable to help using that word again and blowing a light raspberry against the side of Megumi’s neck, drawing out what could only be described as the world's most adorable squeal.

And with that noise now permanently etched in Itadori’s heart and memory he fell into his own heavy laughter, his fingers stopping their relentless attack as he rolled off his boyfriend to lay beside him.

As soon as he felt the weight of his boyfriend off of him and those evil, evil hands away from his worst spot, Megumi quickly pulled his arms down, curling in on himself as residual giggles continued to escape him and his tears of laughter still clung to his eyelashes.

The worst part of it all was that even though this had been a completely and utterly uncalled for attack… Megumi could honestly say he felt looser and more relaxed than he had in a long time.

Glancing over at his boyfriend, he could see that Itadori was still caught up in his own laughter at having gotten Megumi to make such a ridiculous noise thanks to something as simple as a raspberry.

Shaking his head as he continued to catch his breath, Megumi reached over and nudged the other man's shoulder, trying not to laugh along with Yuji’s infectious giggling.

“Oi!  It wasn’t that funny you monster!” he tried to chide, but that only seemed to urge on Itadori’s laughing fit.

“Ohoho my gahahad, Megumihihi!” Itadori cackled, covering his mouth as he laughed at the memory of that sweet sound still replaying in his head.  “Thahahat…. wahahas so c-cute!”

Megumi was now blushing for a whole other reason and rolled his eyes fondly.  “Well I hope you enjoyed yourself because that is the last time you are ever giving me a massage or catching me off guard like that again,” he warned playfully, watching as Yuji slowly began to calm down.

“Awww!  Don’t be like that, Megumi-kun!  You have the most wonderful laugh and it would be a shame never to hear it again!” Itadori cooed, making Megumi blush at his words though the smile still remained on his lips.

“I swear, you are without a doubt an absolute menace and I hope you know that I will be getting my revenge, Itadori,” Megumi warned, a playfully evil smile slowly emerging as he watched Yuji shift a little nervously.

“B-But… but I was just helping!  Besides… I’m… I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh?”

“Really!  It wouldn’t be worth trying!  Besides… what about your arm?  Aren’t you still sore?”

As they spoke, Megumi had already started to shift closer as Itadori tried to carefully inch his way back and off the bed.

But never let it be said that Megumi isn’t a man who plays fair.

“You. Ten seconds to run. Now.”

Itadori was off the mattress in a flash, the sound of his footsteps already sounding like a distant echo as Megumi sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The smile that still remained on Megumi’s face was all the proof he needed that Itadori’s actions had honestly been as beneficial to him as he had thought, though he hadn’t quite anticipated how he would achieve it.

Standing up, he rolled his neck, feeling the stiffness all but gone from his muscles.

And now that he felt so invigorated, it was definitely time to give Itadori a taste of his own medicine.

“TEN!  Here I come, you menace!” he called out, racing out of his room to give chase to his ridiculous, wonderful, kind-hearted mischievous tickle monster of a boyfriend.

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