omg 👀 your writing is so amazing. could I maybe request anything with ler Sylus x lee reader? if thats ok ofc 🙏🙏
note-first of all omg I am so nervous to even post this because you are like an og in the tk fic community so I’m so sorry if this fic doesn’t live up to your standards thanks so much for sending in a request and I hope you’re having an amazing day 🥺🥺🤍and sorry for taking forever to post this xx
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You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a slow smirk playing on your lips.
“Let’s be honest, Sylus” you drawled, tilting your head in mock sympathy. “I could take you in a fight if I really wanted to.”
Sylus, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, merely raised an eyebrow.
You grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“I mean, you’re strong, sure” you continued, waving a hand dismissively “but I’m a hunter. I’ve got the reflexes, the speed, the skill.”
You pushed off the wall, stepping closer, your tone turning saccharine sweet.
“Honestly, I just let you pretend you’re stronger” you sighed dramatically. “Wouldn’t want to hurt your ego, after all.”
Sylus was silent.
Too silent.
Your smirk widened. “What? No comeback?” You leaned in, tapping his shoulder. “Aww, is the big bad boss pouting?”
Still, nothing.
His expression remained unreadable, the kind of stillness that sent a faint warning through your instincts but you ignored it.
You poked his chest. “Oh, come on, don’t sulk” you teased. “I promise, you’re at least top ten in my strongest people list.”
Sylus simply set his wine down.
A chill ran down your spine but before you could register the shift in atmosphere
Scarlet rope materialized out of nowhere
it was his evol
In a split second, your wrists and ankles were bound, the glowing red like silk tightening effortlessly around your limbs.
And then you were on the bed.
Pinned. Stretched out. Completely exposed.
Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you struggled against the restraints.
“Sylus!” you snapped, twisting your wrists. “That’s-this is,what the hell?!”
Finally, he spoke.
“Hm.” He stood from the couch, rolling his sleeves up at an agonizing pace. “Strange. Weren’t you just bragging about how strong you are?”
Your stomach dropped.
Sylus’s smirk was slow, sharp and filled with danger.
“What happened to all that confidence, sweetheart?” he purred, stalking towards you.
“I—Sylus, this is cheating!” you argued, still struggling. “You’re literally using your Evol—this is completely unfair!”
He sighed dramatically, shaking his head.
“Unfair?” he echoed, amusement dripping from his voice. “and here I thought you were so much stronger than me.”
You glared at him, heat rising to your face.
Sylus reached the bed, tilting his head as he looked down at you bound, helpless and completely at his mercy.
“You were running your mouth quite a bit earlier” he mused, trailing a finger along your abdomen. “But now? You’re struggling. Squirming. Already looking so…” His eyes darkened. “Weak.”
You flushed, tugging harder at the restraints. “I am not weak” you hissed.
Sylus simply chuckled, dragging a single fingertip down your abs, tracing the outline of your abs
“Keep telling yourself that, sweetie” he murmured. “I’ll enjoy watching that little tough act completely dissolve.”
His fingertip trailed lower, skimming just beneath the hem of your shirt. You stiffened, your breath catching as his touch lingered there, teasing, threatening to dip further. His smirk widened, sharp and predatory, as if he could hear the way your heart raced.
“So strong” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with mockery. “And yet…” His hand slipped under your shirt, his palm warm against your skin. “You squirm like a child at the slightest touch.”
You clenched your jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction but his fingers danced lightly over your stomach, tracing patterns that sent shivers up your spine. You bit your lip, refusing to let the laughter bubbling in your chest escape.
But then his fingers curled, pinching gently at the softness of your belly.
A giggle burst from your lips before you could stop it, high-pitched and entirely involuntary. Your face burned as Sylus’s eyes lit up with dark amusement.
“Oh?” he purred, his voice like velvet. “What’s this? A hunter, brought to their knees by a little tickling?” His fingers pinched again and you jerked against the restraints, another laugh escaping despite your best efforts.
“Sylus—stop!” you demanded, though your voice wavered, betraying the laughter you were desperately trying to suppress.
“Stop?” he echoed, tilting his head as if considering it. But his fingers didn’t stop. Instead, they moved lower, digging into the sensitive spots just above your hips. You writhed, laughter spilling out of you in uncontrollable bursts.
“A hunter” he continued, his tone dripping with faux sympathy “shouldn’t have any weaknesses and yet…” He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Here you are, completely at my mercy, giggling like a fool.”
You glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the way your body trembled with laughter. “This—this is cheating!” you managed between gasps. “You’re using your evol and and tickling me! That’s not fair!”
Sylus chuckled, the sound dark and rich. “Fair?” he repeated, his fingers still dancing across your stomach. “Life isn’t fair, sweetheart and neither am I.”
His hand stilled for a moment and you thought—hopedhe might stop. But then his fingers dug into your sides and you shrieked, arching against the restraints as laughter overtook you completely.
“Sylus!” you cried, your voice breaking with laughter. “I swear—I’ll—I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his smirk widening. “Fight me? Overpower me?” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You can’t even handle a little tickling. How do you expect to take me in a fight?”
You wanted to retort, to snap back with something clever but his fingers found another sensitive spot and your words dissolved into helpless laughter. Your body twisted and turned but the scarlet ropes held you firmly in place, leaving you utterly at his mercy.
Sylus watched you with a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. “Adorable” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re even weaker than I thought.”
“I’m not—” you started but his fingers dug in again, cutting you off with another burst of laughter.
“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “But we both know the truth.” His hand stilled, resting lightly on your stomach as he leaned in, his face inches from yours. “You’re weak and vulnerable and no amount of bravado will change that.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. His gaze was intense and you felt the weight of his dominance pressing down on you.
But then his fingers twitched and you braced yourself for another round of torment. Instead, he leaned back, releasing you from his touch. The scarlet ropes dissolved into nothingness, leaving you free but still trembling.
“Consider this a lesson” he said, standing and straightening his sleeves. “Next time you feel like running your mouth, remember who holds the power here.”
You sat up, glaring at him, though your face was still flushed and your body still tingled from his touch. “You’re insufferable” you muttered.
Sylus smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “and yet” he said, turning to leave the room “you’re still here,with me.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, you couldn’t help but smile despite yourself. Insufferable, yes. But he was yours—and you were his and somehow, that thought sent a thrill through you
summary-when the god of mischief doesn’t know how to make a human laugh;he resorts to drastic measures.
You were seated at the long dining table, legs pulled up to your chest, nursing a warm mug of tea. Across from you, Loki sat with his back ramrod straight, his fingers delicately slicing through the pages of a novel written in a language you couldn’t even pronounce. He wasn’t reading so much as glaring at it, as if the book had insulted him.
The two of you had eaten in near silence again tonight. Not out of tension just… the usual way of things. It was always a little quiet, a little careful. You had long grown used to it.
But tonight, something in your chest pulled. Something yearned.
He looked up at you once eyes like two ancient emeralds, guarded, assessing.
You offered a little smile. “You don’t have to keep reading if you’re not enjoying it” you said softly, your voice never louder than it needed to be.
“I’m not reading it for enjoyment” Loki replied dryly. “I’m reading it to confirm that this realm still doesn’t know how to write compelling endings.”
You chuckled weakly. “Well… not everything has to end with betrayal and blood.”
He arched a brow. “Says who?”
Your fingers wrapped tighter around your mug. For a moment, you studied him not the illusions or theatrics but him. The way his shoulders stayed tense even when he was supposedly relaxing.
The way his eyes flicked to exits, then to you, then to exits again. Always calculating. Always… separate.
“mind if I…sit closer?” you asked. Quiet. Hesitant.
Loki blinked slowly, as if the question had been in a foreign tongue. “You are already quite near,the table is not that large.” he said with such sass that was almost passive aggressive
You swallowed and gestured to the seat beside him. “I mean next to you.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Why?”
The question was so simply asked, so coldly delivered, that you felt it in your chest like a crack of ice forming.
“I… don’t know.” You looked down. “I just want to.”
You didn’t move from your place but the air thickened anyway. Minutes passed.His book remained open, unread.
When you tried sitting closer,a little more bravely this time, it was with an even gentler tone. “I know you’re not very fond of skinship but maybe just once we could”
“I said no.”
His voice wasn’t loud but it was sharp,your mouth closed. He didn’t look up from his book this time didn’t meet your gaze.
You nodded slowly. “I’m sorry” you murmured.
It was quiet again. Then, too quickly, the silence bloomed into something else:
“I’m not some mortal pet to be coddled” Loki snapped suddenly, more cruelly than the moment required. “You don’t get to tug on my sleeve like a child begging for scraps of affection. Is that understood?”
Your breath caught. You stared at him for a second, stunned, before blinking hard. Once. Twice.
The tears came faster than you wanted. You tried to hide them by ducking your head and clenching your mug tighter but your shoulders gave you away.
Loki froze.
It wasn’t the first time you’d cried in your life but it was the first time you’d ever cried in front of him. He looked at you now not through you, not past you but at you. As if suddenly realizing that your silence wasn’t submission. That your kindness didn’t mean you were invulnerable.
Your lips trembled.
You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry” you said again, this time even smaller. “I didn’t mean to… bother you.”
He said nothing.
You pushed back from the table quietly and left your mug half-full. Your soft footsteps echoed as you padded down the hall toward your room, a little smaller than before. A little lonelier.
The door to your room clicked shut behind you, muffled by the worn rug beneath it. You didn’t cry much, not really. Not loudly, at least. It was more of a quiet thing—like the way rain sometimes taps gently on windows without ever becoming a storm.
You curled up on your bed without changing clothes, pressing your face into the pillow. You weren’t angry with him. You knew what he was like. You knew he didn’t mean to be cruel but tonight… it still stung.
In the dining room, Loki remained seated long after you’d gone. He hadn’t moved a muscle. His fingers rested motionless on the book, eyes fixed on nothing.
He wasn’t used to guilt.
He didn’t wear it well.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t hurt people before—he had, more than he could count. It was that hurting you hadn’t been part of the plan. You, with your gentle voice and wide eyes. You, who never asked for anything but time. Who treated him like he was just… a person. Not a god. Not a monster. Not a villain. Just Loki.
He exhaled sharply and flicked his fingers,the book vanished in a puff of green.
Alone now and irritated with himself, he summoned a floating illusion screen mid-air—an earthly laptop materialized, complete with glow. He gave the illusion an annoyed squint.
He muttered to himself. “If mortals weep, they must also laugh. There must be… something.”
A moment of silence. Then, a begrudging breath.
He tapped the air like it was a keyboard.
→ ‘how to make a human laugh after you yell at them’
He scrolled.
“Try a heartfelt apology.”
“Talk it out.”
“Offer a comforting gesture, like a hug.”
“Useless” he hissed, swiping past all the emotional sincerity like it was poison.
Then his eyes landed on a different entry.
‘99 Foolproof Ways to Make Someone Laugh Instantly!’
• Tell a bad joke
• Use a funny voice
• Start a tickle fight
• Pretend to be a dinosaur
• Wear a banana costume…
Loki stared at the screen.
“…Tickle.”
He said it aloud like he was testing the word’s structural integrity. “Humans are soothed by being… attacked… in soft, rapid bursts?”
He paced. Thought. Pursed his lips.
“No one could possibly expect me to—” He stopped. “Well…”
A grin began to curl at the edges of his mouth. Mischief slithered into his posture.
“Oh, very well” he said to no one in particular. “If you won’t accept an apology from the God of Mischief… then you leave me no choice.”
You were lying under your blanket, still curled inward, when your lamp flickered oddly. Then the air shimmered like heat rising off pavement and Loki appeared beside your bed in an instant.No illusion
Real Loki.
You startled slightly. You’d almost drifted off.
“Sorry” you mumbled. “I just needed—”
He raised a hand, silencing you with a look. Not stern. Not cruel. Just… focused.
“Don’t speak” he said quietly “there will be no use for words tonight,only action”
You blinked up at him, confused, still clutching your blanket to your chest.
He looked… awkward. Restless. Like a cat that had been cornered and handed a baby to hold.
“I…” he began, then stopped, clearly displeased with how the word even felt in his mouth. He straightened. “I require you to lay still.”
“…What?”
But before you could process it further, Loki sat beside you on the edge of the bed. Not fully, not relaxed—but with his long legs angled carefully and hands resting on his knees.
You felt your breath hitch. He never sat close.
He didn’t look at you as he muttered, “Apparently, a proven method for diffusing emotional distress among humans involves the application of… ah… manual stimulation to areas of heightened sensory response.”
You squinted. “what are you trying to say—”
“I am going to tickle you.”
You stared. Blinked. “…What?”
His eyes met yours finally and there was something wicked and wounded in them at once. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
and then before you could so much as protest he reached for you.
His fingers, elegant and ice-cool, gently brushed your sides. You flinched hard, letting out an involuntary yelp.
“Loki, no—!”
But he was already smiling just barely. A tilt of the lips. A flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Oh yes” he said smoothly. “This is the method I’m going with.”
He reached again, this time digging his fingers into your ribs, lightly, quickly.
You squirmed violently, shrieking with a gasp-laugh that startled even you. “L-Loki—! Stop it, that’s not—!”
“Not what?” he asked with mock curiosity, his fingers already moving again, now targeting your stomach with merciless precision.
“Y-You can’t just—tickle me—because—!”
“You were crying” he said calmly, still tickling. “Now you’re laughing. Logic.”
You tried to grab his hands but the moment your fingers rose, glowing bands of green magic wrapped gently around your wrists, holding them suspended in the air high up.
Your eyes widened. “That’s cheating!”
He smirked wider. “Everything I do is cheating.”
“Loki—!” You gasped and kicked slightly but his fingers found the spot under your arms and dug in again with maddening slowness.
“No one said apologies must be boring” he murmured, eyes flicking down to watch your reactions with disturbing interest. “This seems far more effective.”
“I’m gonna die!” you choked, laughing uncontrollably, eyes streaming now not from sadness but from the absurd betrayal of your own body.
“I doubt it” he said dryly. “You humans are remarkably resilient when properly motivated.”
He shifted his fingers lower, trailing quick fluttering touches down your sides, then back up to your ribs, alternating pressure with maddening finesse. It wasn’t wild or chaotic it was calculated. A symphony of ticklish torment designed to wring every last laugh out of you.
You twisted under him but the magic held your wrists just far enough apart to be useless. You could only writhe, squeal and laugh until your voice cracked.
Then just as suddenly it stopped.
He lifted his hands and let the green bindings dissolve. You fell limp into the sheets, flushed, gasping, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
Loki leaned back slightly, watching you with unnerving calm.
You blinked at him through watery eyes. “You’re… deranged.”
“Quite possibly” he agreed, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve. “But you’re not crying anymore.”
You glared but it was weak—your lips were already curving upward despite your best effort. “So that’s your grand solution? Magical handcuffs and psychological warfare?”
He shrugged, as if tickling someone to the edge of hysteria was standard reconciliation procedure. “You wouldn’t accept words. I had to improvise.”
“…You could have just said sorry.”
He gave you a dry look. “That word has never once crossed my lips sober.”
You giggled, softly now, still catching your breath. “You’re unbelievable.”
Loki tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. Then, after a long moment, he did something shocking.
He reached out again not to tickle but to gently brush a strand of hair from your cheek.
The gesture was fleeting. A flicker. Gone in a breath. But your heart leapt all the same.
“Sleep” he said.
You blinked. “You’re leaving?”
“i am” he replied, standing. But then… he paused.
“but would it comfort you if I stayed?”
Your throat tightened. “…Yes.”
He didn’t respond right away.
Then, with a sigh so soft it might’ve been imagined, he turned back, conjured a small cushioned bench with a wave of his hand and sat just beside the bed close enough that if you reached out, you could graze his coat.
“I’ll be gone before morning” he said quickly.
You smiled into your pillow. “Of course.”
The silence this time was full not awkward or empty. Just soft. Just enough.
one where sakuna has no idea what stretch marks are and reader has done and they’re on tickle spots
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You huffed, tugging your shirt off and tossing it onto the bed. Sukuna sat nearby, legs spread in his usual dominant sprawl, watching you with his usual lazy expression.
His presence alone made the air thick with tension but you were too caught up in your own frustration to care.
Your fingers pinched at the skin on your hip as you let out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. I hate these stupid stretch marks."
Sukuna blinked. "What?"
You frowned, twisting to get a better look at yourself in the mirror. "These lines. They're all over my thighs, hips and belly,look !” You gestured wildly, your voice rising with exasperation. "They're barely visible but I know they're there,It's so annoying."
Sukuna didn't respond. Not verbally, at least.
Instead, he stared at you, unmoving, his sharp gaze darkening with something unreadable.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
His jaw tightened. "You're an idiot."
You blinked. "Excuse me?"
Before you could protest further, Sukuna grabbed your waist and yanked you onto his lap, making you yelp. His large hands easily engulfed your hips as he pulled you closer, his expression carved into something dangerously serious.
"You whine too much over nonsense” he muttered, his claws dragging over your skin, tracing the faint lines you had just been complaining about.
You shivered at the sensation, squirming slightly. "It's not nonsense! They're ugly!"
Sukuna let out a low growl, squeezing your thigh almost possessively. "They are marks,that's all. Your body changes so what?" He leaned in, scrutinizing the stretch marks with narrowed eyes. "I don't even understand what you're crying about."
His fingers tightened slightly around your hip, testing the elasticity of your skin. His claws ghosted along the sensitive area and before you could stop it, a giggle slipped past your lips.
Sukuna's eyes snapped to yours.
You stiffened.
A slow, dangerous smirk stretched across his face.
"Oh?" His fingers flexed against your lower belly, his curiosity shifting into something much more devious. "What was that?"
Your breath hitched. "W-Wait, hold on-"
Too late.
Sukuna wasted no time in launching his attack. His claws skittered across your hips, dipping into the curves of your waist before trailing to your thighs. You shrieked, twisting in his grasp as laughter bubbled out of you uncontrollably.
"AH! Sukuna—!"
"Now this" he rumbled, enjoying the way you trembled under his touch "this is much better than all that whining."
He dug his fingers into the flesh of your lower belly, drawing another peal of laughter from you. You squirmed helplessly in his lap, gasping between giggles but Sukuna's grip was firm unyielding.
"Stop! Hahaha! | c-can't—!"
His smirk widened. "Then stop being stupid."
He kneaded at your hips, his claws grazing every sensitive spot he could find. You were breathless, barely able to think through the ticklish onslaught. But through the haze of your laughter, you caught the way he was watching you not just amused but satistied.
The way your pout had melted into giggles.
The way your body shook-not in frustration, but in something much sweeter.
Sukuna hummed, finally slowing his assault.
He dragged a hand up to cup your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against your cheek, his voice softer, but still rough.
"You're lucky I like you" he muttered. "Even when you're being an idiot."
You pouted-only for him to dig his fingers into your side one last time, making you squeal.
"Okay, okay! I get it!" you gasped between lingering giggles, swatting at his hands.
"Truce!"
Sukuna chuckled darkly, pressing a quick bite against your shoulder before settling back. His grip on you remained firm, as if he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
"Good" he said, smirking against your skin.
"Now shut up about your so-called 'ugly marks' before I decide to tickle you until morning."
JJK characters and their favorite spot to tickle you
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gojo ۶ৎ literally anywhere,thanks to his six eyes
You should've known better than to challenge Gojo to a game of reflexes.
The moment you even thought about dodging, his Six Eyes locked onto every minute movement-every tensed muscle, every slight shiver.
"Ohhh?" Gojo purred, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to your stomach. "You flinched before I even touched you. That's cheating."
"N-No, I didn't-AH!"
In the blink of an eye, his hands attacked, skittering from your ribs to your underarms, then down to your thighs. You shrieked, twisting helplessly in his grasp, but he was relentless.
"See, this is why having the Six Eyes is so unfair," he teased, fingers ghosting over your belly before dipping into your sides. "I can see exactly where you're most ticklish at any given moment~"
"Gojo—! Hah! T-That's not-fair—!"
"But l like being unfair," he grinned, watching your laughter bubble over like music to his ears.
He could-and would-do this forever.
Sukuna ۶ৎyour bellybutton,his button to use
You had no idea how this had happened.
One moment, you were lying comfortably in Sukuna's lap, and the next, his fingers were pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, circling your navel with unsettling precision.
"What-wait, what are you-?"
Sukuna smirked, his clawed fingers tracing slow, agonizing circles around your bellybutton. "Tch. Such a pathetic little weak spot. This tiny thing is all it takes to break you?"
You bit your lip, already feeling your body tremble at the sensation. "D-Don't—!"
Too late. He suddenly pressed his thumb inside, rubbing in a way that sent electric jolts of ticklish agony through your body.
"SU-KUNA-!" you howled, legs kicking violently as he chuckled darkly above you.
"What a delightful little reaction," he mused, watching you writhe. "I think I'll keep playing with it a little longer."
You were doomed.
Nanami back of your neck ,his favorite intimate spot
You sighed, stretching lazily after a long day.
Nanami, sitting beside you, reached out and ran his fingers gently along the back of your neck, making you stiffen.
"N-Nanami-"
He hummed, pretending not to notice how you shuddered under his touch. "Hm?Something wrong?"
His fingertips trailed feather-light up and down, ghosting over the sensitive skin right at your nape. A small giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it.
Nanami smirked slightly. "Ah. So that's what this is."
You tried to move away, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
His fingers tickled just beneath your hairline, while his lips pressed slow, warm kisses along your neck.
"You're much cuter when you relax" he murmured against your skin, enjoying the way you melted into helpless laughter in his arms.
toji your feet,casual torture
You should've known better than to rest your feet on Toji's lap.
At first, he let you be, absently scrolling through his phone. But then-slowly, sneakily-his fingers began to trace soft patterns against the soles of your feet.
You twitched."...Toji?"
"Hm?" he hummed, pretending to be oblivious.
Then, his nails scratched just under your toes.
A squeak escaped you and you immediately tried to pull your feet back but his free hand clamped down on your ankle.
"You're imagining things” he said smoothly, even as his fingers danced over your arch, drawing out a helpless giggle from you.
"You-! Hah! You are doing it!"
Toji finally glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? Am I?"
He definitely was.
Geto Your ribs,his target practice
"You know” Geto mused, tilting his head as he straddled your waist "I think you underestimate my precision."
You barely had time to process what he meant before his fingers dug into your ribs just right-hitting the exact sensitive spots between each bone with terrifying accuracy.
"W-WAIT-!"
He smirked. "Oh? You're already laughing?"
You thrashed under him but he barely flinched, his hands alternating between kneading and pinching up your ribcage. Your laughter came in gasping, breathless waves as Geto continued his cruel, methodical torture.
"Such a lovely sound” he murmured, watching you squirm beneath him.
You gasped for breath between peals of laughter. "S-STOP—!"
Geto only grinned, fingers flexing for another round. "I don't think so."
Megumi your sides,his way of showing affection
"You're mad at me again” Megumi sighed.
You crossed your arms, glaring at him from the couch. "No, I'm annoyed at you."
"Same thing."
"It's not-HEY!"
Megumi's hand suddenly shot out, giving your side a quick, calculated squeeze. You jolted, nearly jumping out of your seat.
"You-!"
Another poke, right against your ribs.
You barely choked down a giggle, whipping around to glare at him. "Megumi-stop that!"
He huffed, smirking just a little. "You're less annoying when you're laughing."
Before you could yell at him, he struck again gentle but effective squeezes along your waist that made you squirm involuntarily.
can you do a L x reader where reader is nothing L while he’s trying to work and he gets up and just tickles them crazy! Take as much time as you need!
when annoying your boyfriend L takes a wrong turn ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
The room was silent except for the rhythmic tapping of L’s fingers on his keyboard. He sat in his usual crouched position, his dark eyes fixed on the multiple monitors in front of him.
The glow of the screens reflected off his pale face, highlighting the bags under his eyes. He was deep in thought, piecing together clues for his latest case, when you decided to interrupt again.
“L, come on! You’ve been sitting there for hours” you said, leaning over the back of his chair. “Don’t you ever take a break?”
L didn’t look up. “I’m working” he replied in his usual monotone voice. “and you’re distracting me.”
You pouted, walking around to face him. “But you’ve been working all day! Don’t you want to do something fun? Like… I don’t know, eat cake? Or watch a movie? Or—”
“No” L interrupted, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I don’t.”
You sighed dramatically, plopping down on the floor next to him. “You’re so boring. How can you just sit there all day and not go crazy?”
L finally glanced at you, his expression as blank as ever. “I’m not the one who’s been talking nonstop for the past hour.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a slight raise of his eyebrow. “Well, maybe if you paid attention to me once in a while, I wouldn’t have to annoy you so much.”
L didn’t respond, returning his focus to his work. You groaned, flopping onto your back and staring at the ceiling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
For the next hour, you continued to pester him, asking random questions, making jokes and occasionally poking his arm. L remained calm, answering your questions with short, clipped responses and ignoring your attempts to get a reaction out of him. But beneath his stoic exterior, he was growing increasingly annoyed.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, L closed his laptop and turned to face you. “Are you quite finished?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever.
You sat up, grinning. “Depends. Are you finally going to take a break?”
L stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Actually, I need your help with something.”
Your eyes lit up. “Really? You never ask for my help! What is it?”
L held up the handcuffs, examining them closely. “These are a new design. I need to test them on someone to see how effective they are. Would you mind?”
You hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? What do I have to do?”
L gestured for you to stand up. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
You did as he asked, feeling a slight thrill at being involved in one of his experiments. L fastened the handcuffs around your wrists, his movements precise and efficient. “How do they feel?” he asked.
You wriggled your hands a bit. “A little tight but not too bad. What’s next?”
L didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped back and tilted his head, his gaze drifting down to your stomach. You were wearing a crop top and your belly button ring glinted in the light. L’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were studying a particularly intriguing puzzle.
“Your piercing” he said suddenly. “How long have you had it?”
You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Uh… a few years, I guess. Why?”
L stepped closer, his expression as calm as ever. “I’ve always found body modifications fascinating. The human body’s ability to heal and adapt is remarkable. Have you ever experienced any complications? Infections, for example?”
You shook your head, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze. “No, not really. I made sure to take care of it properly.”
L nodded, his eyes still fixed on your stomach. “Interesting and does it still cause any discomfort?”
“Not really” you said, shifting uncomfortably. “Why are you so interested all of a sudden?”
L didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out and gently poked your stomach, just below the piercing. You let out a startled shriek, jerking away from his touch. “L! What the hell?”
L tilted his head, his expression unchanged. “You laughed. Why?”
You glared at him, your face turning red. “Because it tickled, you idiot!”
L’s eyes widened slightly, as if he’d just made a groundbreaking discovery. “Tickled?” he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity. “Fascinating.”
Before you could react, he poked your stomach again, this time with a bit more force. You burst into laughter, squirming in an attempt to escape his touch. “L, stop! That’s not funny!”
But L wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked more serious than ever. “This is an interesting reaction” he said, his tone clinical. “The human body’s response to tickling is a complex neurological phenomenon. It’s often associated with vulnerability and trust, as the sensation can only be triggered in certain areas.”
You tried to back away but L followed you, his fingers now exploring your sides. You let out another peal of laughter, your legs giving out beneath you. L caught you easily, lowering you to the floor with surprising gentleness.
“Your laughter is quite… intense” he observed, his voice calm despite your frantic squirming. “I wonder if other areas are equally sensitive.”
“L, I swear—” you started but your words were cut off as he dug his fingers into your ribs. You screamed with laughter, tears streaming down your face as you tried to wriggle away. But with your hands cuffed behind your back, there was no escape.
L continued his “experiment” with the precision of a scientist, methodically testing every spot that made you laugh. He took mental notes, his expression never wavering from its usual blankness. “The sides are particularly sensitive” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “And the area just below the ribs… fascinating.”
By the time he finally stopped, you were a giggling, breathless mess on the floor. L stood up on his heels, studying you with a thoughtful expression. “That was… enlightening” he said, his tone as calm as ever.
You glared at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by your flushed face and tear-streaked cheeks. “You’re the worst” you muttered, still trying to catch your breath.
L tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Perhaps. But now I know how to silence you when you’re being… disruptive.”
You groaned, letting your head fall back against the floor. “I hate you.”
L walked off, brushing off his pants. “No, you don’t” he said simply. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
and with that, he walked back to his chair, leaving you cuffed and helpless on the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh, despite yourself. L was impossible, infuriating, and utterly unpredictable and somehow, that was exactly why you couldn’t stay mad at him.
where reader is insecure and somebody idc who takes it upon themselves to change their mind
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The air was still and warm in the bedroom, the only sounds coming from the occasional rustling of the blankets as I shifted.
Sukuna was beside me, arms folded behind his head, exuding his usual aura of dominance even in repose.
I, on the other hand, was curled up comfortably in my oversized sweater, enjoying the rare moment of peace between us.
It had been a long day, and I just wanted to rest. My sweater, slightly too big for me, had ridden up without my notice. That is, until I felt it—a light, deliberate touch against my exposed stomach.
I tensed immediately. The rough pads of Sukuna's fingers dragged lazily across my skin,his touch both possessive and casual, like he had every right to do so. I jolted, my hands snapping down to yank the fabric of my sweater back into place.
"Don't do that” I muttered, shifting away from his reach.
Sukuna went unnervingly still.
For a second, I didn't think much of it, too busy adjusting my sweater to fully process his reaction. Then, when I glanced up, I saw the way his expression darkened. His eyes, glowing faintly in the low light, fixated on me with something between irritation and... confusion?
"You just gave me attitude" he noted, his voice deceptively calm.
I swallowed, suddenly regretting my reaction. "I just-"
"Over this?" His fingers twitched and I flinched slightly, anticipating another touch.
"I don't like my stomach" I admitted quickly, my voice small. "I don't want it touched."
Silence.
Sukuna's gaze flickered down to where my sweater now covered every inch of my torso, his jaw tightening. For a moment, I thought-hoped-he might let it go.
Then, a slow smirk curled his lips, one that sent a chill down my spine. "You think I care about your stupid insecurity?"
I barely had a second to react before everything went black. Then, the next second, I was bound to the bed.
My breath hitched as I realized my wrists were secured above my head with thick, red-threaded restraints. My ankles, too, were caught in a similar hold, keeping my legs from curling up in defense. My sweater?
Gone. I was left in nothing but my bra and panties, my stomach completely bared to the cool air.
My panic only increased when I saw Sukuna looming over me, his expression twisted in something between amusement and displeasure.
"You gave me attitude because of this?" he repeated, his clawed fingers dragging along the soft skin of my belly, making me shudder. "All because you hate this part of yourself?"
I squirmed, my face heating up. "Sukuna-let me go!"
He ignored me. "You really thought l'd let this slide?" His grin widened, and something wicked flickered in his eyes. "You're mine.Every inch of you belongs to me. If I want to touch, I will."
I let out a sharp breath, my heart hammering as his fingers trailed dangerously slow across my abdomen, just barely ghosting over my belly button.
"S-Sukuna, stop—!"
"You really are an idiot" he mused. "Getting all worked up over this of all things."
Then, before I could react, the mouth on his stomach opened.
My eyes widened in horror but before I could even let out a proper protest, I felt it—a hot, wet tongue dragging up the center of my stomach.
I squeaked, my back arching against my will.
I gasped, the sensation so bizarrely unexpected that I had no idea how to react.
The warmth of his tongue sent an uncontrollable shudder through me and to my utter humiliation, l let out a small, breathless giggle.
Sukuna froze above me. Then, his smirk returned, wider and far more sinister.
"You laughed?"
My face burned. "No, I didn't!"
"You did." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Oh, this is precious."
I barely had time to brace myself before his fingernail traced a slow, teasing circle around my belly button.
I twitched violently, another helpless giggle slipping from my lips as I jerked against my restraints. "Sukuna, stop-!"
His other hand squeezed my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with an almost possessive grip.
"Tsk, tsk." He clicked his tongue. "You make such a fuss about this body and yet look at how easily it betrays you."
I let out a sharp gasp as his other hand skated up my ribs, his claws barely grazing the sensitive skin. It sent shivers down my spine, my entire torso so exposed and utterly helpless under his attention.
"Sukuna!" | whined, feeling my face heat up more and more as he continued his torment.
His grin widened as he watched me squirm.
"So sensitive here, huh?"
"S-Stop teasing me!" | twisted, my arms jerking against the restraints, but they held firm. My stomach was completely at his mercy.
"Stop?" He chuckled. "Oh, no, no, no. You started this." His nails danced along my ribs, his tongue lapping at my navel, and his hand gripped my hips like he was marking ownership into my very flesh.
I was overwhelmed. The mix of sensations
his touch, his mouth, the way he relished every reaction I gave him-it was too much.
I was giggling uncontrollably now, breathless, my body betraying me completely.
"You really thought I wouldn't notice how cute you are?" Sukuna's voice was laced with amusement. "You really thought l'd give a damn about some human insecurity? I love this stomach."
I gasped when he nipped at my side, his fangs just barely grazing my skin.
I shivered.
"I-!" | sucked in a breath. "You're so mean!"
Sukuna laughed, his fingers skimming my belly once more, his nails featherlight against my heated skin. "You're the one who asked for this, pet."
"I did not!" I protested but my words were cut off when his tongue flicked against my belly button again, making me squeak.
His hands tightened around me, holding me still, while he dragged his teeth ever so lightly down the center of my abdomen.
"You belong to me" he murmured against my skin, his voice sending a shudder through my already overwhelmed body. "and I don't ever want to hear you talk down on yourself again. Got it?"
I nodded frantically, my cheeks burning.
His smirk deepened, his grip on my hips unrelenting. "Good."
His tongue dragged one more time across my belly before he finally pulled back, looking far too satisfied with himself.
I was left panting, flushed and absolutely flustered.
Sukuna leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You should start loving yourself more, pet. Otherwise..." He traced his nail one last time over my ribs. "I'll have to teach you like this every time."
I just found this blog, I read it and I love it! 💖 Especially with Sukuna in modern days, irritated and confused by new world ideas 😆
So as the requests are open, may I ask for Sukuna and reader in modern days, when reader is always curious about Sukuna, askin questions and once they asked him is he ticklish. Sukuna is confuse and as reader explain him what tickles are, he grow too curious for reader`s poor ticklish body sake. Pretty please! 👉👈
Sukuna discovering what tickling is
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You were perched on his lap, your legs dangling over one side of his throne-like chair while his large hands rested casually on your waist. He was reading something—some old, dusty book he found interesting but his attention wasn’t entirely on it.
You’d noticed how his fingers occasionally squeezed your sides, almost like a reflex, as if he enjoyed reminding you who was really in charge.
Despite his usual cold demeanor, Sukuna had his moments of surprising softness when it came to you. The slight shift in his expression whenever you teased him, the way he sometimes allowed you to sit this close without a word of protest it all pointed to the fact that, for some reason, he had a soft spot for you.
You couldn’t help but giggle as you studied his sharp features and furrowed brow. “Sukuna” you said, a mischievous lilt in your voice.
He didn’t look up from his book but one of his four eyes turned to glance at you. “What?”
“Are you… ticklish?” you asked, grinning up at him.
That caught his attention. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting into something between confusion and suspicion. “Ticklish?” he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him.
“Yeah, ticklish!” you chirped, unable to suppress your amusement at his puzzled expression. “You know, like… sensitive to touch in a way that makes you laugh? Like this—”
In a moment of boldness or foolishness, you reached out and lightly wiggled your fingers against his stomach. Of course, his abs were like steel and your “tickling” attempt had absolutely no effect.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “What are you doing?”
You burst into giggles at your own ridiculousness, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. “I was just testing it out! You don’t seem very ticklish, though. Too bad.”
His smirk widened, and there was a glint of something wicked in his eyes. “Oh? So that’s what you were trying to do?”
Before you could process the shift in the air, Sukuna’s hands moved lightning-fast. One large hand squeezed your stomach, his fingers digging in just enough to make you squeal and curl up instinctively.
“Ah! Sukuna!” you yelped, laughter spilling out of you as you squirmed in his grasp.
“Hmm” he mused, tilting his head as if studying you. “So this is what you meant by ticklish?”
“Y-you can’t just—!” you started but your words dissolved into more laughter as his other hand joined in, pinching your sides with an almost surgical precision.
“Interesting” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re awfully sensitive, aren’t you? and here I thought humans were supposed to be resilient.”
“Sukuna!” you gasped, squirming and trying to push his hands away but he was far too strong.
“Stop? Why would I do that?” he drawled, his smirk growing as his hands traveled lower, giving your thighs a firm squeeze. The sudden change in location made you jolt, and your laughter took on a higher pitch.
“Ah, so it’s not just your stomach” he noted, his tone smug. “Your thighs, too? How… fascinating.”
“S-stop analyzing me like I’m some kind of experiment!” you managed to sputter between laughs, your face burning with embarrassment.
“Why not? You brought this upon yourself” he said, his hands pausing for a moment as he considered his next move. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he poked a finger directly into your bellybutton.
Your reaction was immediate and explosive. You let out a squeal, your body curling up even tighter as you tried in vain to shield your most vulnerable spot.
“Well, well” Sukuna drawled, clearly enjoying himself. “What do we have here? This little spot seems to be particularly sensitive.”
“Don’t you dare!” you warned, your voice shaky from laughter.
He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Oh, I dare.”
With infuriating slowness, his fingers returned to your bellybutton, poking and prodding as if testing just how much you could handle. Your laughter was uncontrollable now, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you writhed in his lap.
“Sukuna, stop! Please!” you begged, your voice barely audible through your fits of laughter.
“Begging already?” he teased, his tone mockingly sweet. “I thought you were tougher than this, little one.”
“I’m—serious!” you choked out, your attempts to grab his wrists utterly futile against his overwhelming strength.
He chuckled, his deep, rich laughter sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, I believe you. But you should’ve thought of that before you decided to test me. Now, I’m curious.”
and curious he was. Sukuna explored every ticklish spot he could find, his hands alternating between squeezing your sides, pinching your thighs and tormenting your bellybutton. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost as if he were savoring your reactions.
“Such a strange weakness” he mused, his voice filled with mock wonder. “To think that something so small could reduce you to this.”
“Sukuna, I swear—”
“What? You’ll fight back?” he interrupted, laughing as you tried and failed to push him away. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re completely at my mercy.”
As if to prove his point, he gave your bellybutton one last, particularly cruel poke, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Eventually, when you were breathless and trembling in his lap, he finally relented. His hands stilled, resting on your waist as he looked down at you with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
“You’re lucky I don’t decide to make this a daily activity” he said, his smirk firmly in place.
You glared up at him, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re a monster.”
He chuckled, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “and yet, you seem to like sitting on this monster’s lap.”
Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, muttering something incoherent under your breath.
He tilted his head, his expression mockingly innocent. “What was that, little one? Speak up.”
“Nothing!” you snapped, your voice tinged with both embarrassment and lingering laughter.
“Hmm” he hummed, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his hands still resting on your waist as if to remind you who was in control.
“Consider this a lesson” he said, his tone smug. “Don’t challenge me unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to forget this.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it” he replied, his grin widening.
As infuriating as he was, you couldn’t deny that there was something oddly endearing about the way he looked at you in that moment his crimson eyes filled with amusement and just the faintest hint of affection.
Hiii, fic idea. Gojo lovesss to tickle the reader and the reader has always implied (even lied) that their thighs are most ticklish until gojo finds out their navel is actually most ticklish. Punishment tickles follow…. (Tickle spots were just examples, feel free to change) absolutely love your writing 😁
what happens when you lie to satoru about your ticklish spot
You should have known better. Telling Satoru that your thighs were your most ticklish spot? A rookie move.
It had worked for a while, of course. He’d teased you mercilessly about it but never crossed the line. However, somehow, the universe had betrayed you.
Or rather, Gojo Satoru’s insatiable curiosity and knack for reading you like an open book had betrayed you.
And now here you were, pinned beneath him on the couch, arms trapped above your head by one of his hands. His weight on your hips kept you from squirming away. Worst of all, the smugness radiating from his stupidly perfect face was enough to make you want to scream.
“Soo” he drawled, his free hand hovering ominously over your stomach, fingers twitching in anticipation. “Turns out my sweet, innocent little baby has been lying to me all this time.”
You glared up at him, cheeks already flushed. “It’s not that serious, Satoru.”
“Not that serious?” His eyebrows shot up, his mouth pulling into a wide, wicked grin. “You lied to me about your ticklish spot. That’s, like, the ultimate betrayal of trust in a relationship.”
You rolled your eyes, attempting nonchalance despite your heart hammering in your chest. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Oh, I’ll show you dramatic” he said, his voice dropping into a teasing lilt that sent a shiver down your spine. “You thought you could outsmart the strongest, huh? Well, now the strongest knows your real weakness,your precious little bellybutton.”
Your stomach tensed instinctively as his fingers descended. “Satoru, wait—”
Too late.
The second his fingers made contact, wiggling mercilessly against the sensitive dip of your bellybutton, you exploded into uncontrollable laughter. Your legs kicked out helplessly and you twisted as much as you could but he had you completely immobilized.
“Aw, poor baby” he cooed, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Is it too much? Does it tickle too much?”
“Satoru!” you gasped between fits of laughter, tears already gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Stop please!”
“Stop?” he echoed, tilting his head like he was genuinely considering it. “Hmm, nah. Not when you’re laughing this hard. This is gold.”
He didn’t just stop at tickling your bellybutton. Oh, no. His fingers moved to lightly trace along the edges of your hips, skimming over the soft skin there before returning to the spot that made you laugh the hardest. His grin only widened as your laughter turned into breathless squeals.
“You should’ve seen your face when I figured it out” he teased, his tone infuriatingly smug. “You got all wide-eyed, like, ‘Oh no, he knows!’ Cute. Really cute.”
“I—hate—you!” you managed to sputter, though the breathless laughter undercut any real venom in your words.
“Hate me? Ouch, sweetheart, that cuts deep” he said, fake pouting. “But, you know, actions speak louder than words and judging by how you’re squirming under me, I’d say you love this.”
“I do not!” you shouted, your voice cracking on the last syllable as his fingers drilled into your bellybutton again.
“Sure you don’t” he replied with a wink. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep going until you’re ready to admit I’m your favorite person in the whole wide world.”
“You’re—not—my—favorite!” you gasped, your body arching in a desperate attempt to escape his relentless attack.
“Wow, the denial.” He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. “Guess I’ll just have to work harder.”
He shifted slightly and you thought for one blissful second that he might let up. But instead, he leaned down until his face was right above yours, his bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
“You know what I love about this?” he murmured, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Your bellybutton’s like a little button and every time I press it…” He poked the spot, earning another squeal from you. “You laugh like the adorable little thing you are.”
“Satoru!” you cried, both mortified and breathless from laughter.
“Say it” he teased, his fingers dancing along your sides before diving back to your bellybutton. “Say I’m your favorite.”
“Never!”
His grin turned downright devilish. “Wrong answer.”
What followed was pure torture. He used every trick in the book—light, feathery touches that sent shivers down your spine; relentless circles that made your laughter turn silent; and even little pokes here and there just to keep you guessing. He didn’t stop, not even when tears of laughter streaked down your cheeks.
“Okay—okay!” you finally gasped, your voice hoarse from laughing. “You’re my favorite!”
He paused, his fingers hovering just above your skin. “What was that? Didn’t quite catch it.”
“You’re my favorite!” you repeated, glaring up at him despite your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.
“That’s better” he said, leaning back with a self-satisfied smirk. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Harder than your big head” you shot back, your sass returning now that you could breathe again.
His grin widened. “Oh, look who’s getting feisty again. Careful, sweetheart or I might have to go for round two.
“You wouldn’t dare” you said, narrowing your eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, his hand inching back toward your stomach.
“Don’t even think about it” you warned.
“Too late” he replied, his fingers diving in for another quick tickle that had you squealing all over again.
“You’re insufferable!” you cried, swatting at him as he finally released your arms and flopped onto his back beside you.
“And you’re adorable” he countered, grinning as he pulled you into his chest. “Seriously, though, your laugh is the best thing ever. I might have to make this a regular thing.”
“Over my dead body” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Love you too, sweetheart” he said, his voice full of amusement.
You groaned, burying your face in his chest to hide your blush. Dealing with Gojo was exhausting but you couldn’t imagine life without him.
Yuji never expected to find himself in the middle of Sukuna’s domain—again. He had been minding his own business, grabbing a snack after an exhausting mission, when the King of Curses decided it was time for some unwanted bonding.
One second, Yuji was biting into a rice ball; the next, he was face-to-face with Sukuna’s grotesque yet regal throne.
“Seriously?” Yuji groaned, brushing grains of rice off his shirt. “You couldn’t wait until I finished eating?”
Sukuna, perched on his throne with an aura of smug dominance, sneered. “Your pathetic meals are irrelevant. This is my time, brat.”
“Your time sucks.” Yuji crossed his arms. “What do you even want?”
Sukuna stood, cracking his knuckles. “To remind you of your place.”
Yuji sighed, rolling his shoulders. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”
He didn’t even wait for Sukuna to lunge first. Yuji dashed forward, aiming a flying kick straight for Sukuna’s smug face.
Sukuna, however, moved faster than Yuji anticipated. With the precision of someone who had been fighting for centuries, he caught Yuji’s foot mid-air, gripping it tightly.
“Too slow, brat” Sukuna taunted.
Yuji struggled, hopping on one foot as he tried to yank himself free. “Let go!”
Sukuna’s grip didn’t waver but his sharp claws accidentally grazed the sole of Yuji’s foot in the process. The result was instantaneous.
“Pfft—hah!” Yuji let out a loud, involuntary giggle, his entire body jerking as if struck by lightning.
Sukuna froze, his expression morphing from predatory confidence to utter confusion. “…What was that?”
“What was what?” Yuji asked, his voice strained as he tried to suppress another giggle.
“That sound” Sukuna said, narrowing his eyes. He tightened his grip on Yuji’s ankle, letting his claws drag along the same spot.
“HAHA—stop that!” Yuji yelled, flailing to escape Sukuna’s hold.
Sukuna blinked, the pieces clicking together in his head. “You mean to tell me that this ridiculous weakness of yours is… this?” He dragged his claws lightly across Yuji’s sole again, watching with delight as Yuji erupted into uncontrollable laughter, his struggles becoming more frantic.
“S-Stop it! You jerk!” Yuji gasped between fits of giggles.
For a moment, Sukuna simply stared, processing this new information. The King of Curses ancient, powerful, feared by all had just discovered that humans were ticklish and not only that: his vessel, the annoyingly persistent thorn in his side, was extremely ticklish.
“What a pathetic creature you are” Sukuna said, though there was an unusual note of fascination in his voice. “You mean to tell me that something as simple as this renders you powerless?”
“It’s not funny!” Yuji protested, still squirming.
“It’s hilarious” Sukuna countered, his sinister grin widening. “The mighty vessel of Sukuna, undone by a little… tickling.” He punctuated his statement by lightly scratching the bottom of Yuji’s foot again.
Yuji shrieked with laughter, desperately trying to kick his way free. “I swear, I’m gonna—HAHA—kick your ass!”
“You can barely stand!” Sukuna mocked, holding Yuji’s foot steady with ease.
Finally, with a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, Yuji managed to wrench his foot out of Sukuna’s grasp. He stumbled backward, clutching his knees and glaring at Sukuna with teary eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Sukuna, still standing there with a mix of amusement and incredulity, tilted his head. “You truly are the most ridiculous host I’ve ever had.”
Yuji straightened up, breathing heavily. “Ridiculous? You’re the one acting like you just discovered fire or something!”
“Because this is absurd” Sukuna replied, his grin returning. “Of all the weaknesses you could have, it’s this. Tell me, brat, are all humans like this?”
“No!” Yuji lied, his voice cracking slightly.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Yuji threw his hands in the air. “Fine! Maybe some humans are ticklish, okay? It’s not a big deal!”
“Not a big deal?” Sukuna repeated, his tone dripping with mockery. “You were flailing like a fish out of water.”
“That’s because you wouldn’t stop!” Yuji shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Sukuna laughed—a deep, rumbling sound that made Yuji’s stomach twist. “Oh, this is delightful. I’ve tormented countless humans over the centuries but this? This is something entirely new.”
Yuji groaned, rubbing his face. “Great. Just what I needed—Sukuna finding a new hobby.”
Sukuna stepped closer, his grin never wavering. “Don’t worry, brat. I won’t waste this discovery on anyone else. This little… quirk of yours is mine to exploit.”
Yuji took a cautious step back. “Stay away from me.”
“Oh, come now” Sukuna said, his tone mockingly sweet. “Surely you don’t think you can escape me in my own domain.”
“I can try!” Yuji shouted, turning on his heel and sprinting away.
Sukuna didn’t chase him right away. Instead, he stood there, watching his vessel flee like a frightened rabbit. He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Humans truly are fascinating creatures.”
Somewhere in the distance, Yuji’s voice echoed: “I can hear you, you jerk!”
Sukuna smirked, his claws flexing. He didn’t need to chase Yuji. In this domain, escape was impossible and besides, he had all the time in the world to enjoy his newfound discovery.
For now, though, he’d let the brat have his head start. After all, where was the fun in ending the game too quickly?
Oml, I love your work, pls pls pls another part of hisoka unfair methods. Need belly button tickles lmao
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You were mid stretch, your body bent over as you reached for your toes. Today was supposed to be a calm day just a little bit of exercise and maybe some banter with Hisoka, who had somehow wormed his way into your workout routine.
Of course, peace and Hisoka rarely existed in the same space.
“You’re surprisingly flexible” Hisoka commented, his voice smooth and teasing.
“You’re surprisingly annoying” you shot back, rolling your eyes without looking at him.
Behind you, Hisoka chuckled. That low, musical laugh of his always carried a hint of danger, like he knew something you didn’t. You didn’t trust it—or him, for that matter but there wasn’t much you could do when he decided to grace you with his presence.
“Aw, don’t be like that” he said and before you could respond, you felt a quick poke against your bellybutton.
“Hey!” You yelped, jerking upright and spinning to glare at him. “Quit doing that! It grosses me out!”
But as you spoke, your words betrayed you. A laugh bubbled up, slipping out before you could stop it.
Hisoka’s golden eyes lit up like a cat that had just found its favorite toy. He stepped closer, looming over you with that unsettling grin plastered across his face. “Oh?” he purred. “Grosses you out, does it?”
You took a step back, holding your hands up defensively. “Yeah, it does! So don’t—hey, are you listening? Don’t do it again!”
But he didn’t seem to hear or care. Instead, he tilted his head, his grin widening. “Interesting. That laugh just now… it sounded more like you enjoyed it than anything else.”
You shook your head quickly, your face growing warm. “I did not enjoy it!”
“Liar” Hisoka sang, closing the distance between you in one swift motion.
“Hisoka, don’t!” you warned but the mischievous glint in his eyes told you it was already too late.
With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. His strength was ridiculous; no matter how much you wriggled or tried to break free, it was like your wrists were glued in place.
“Let go!” you whined, your voice climbing an octave as panic set in.
“Hmm, no” he said simply, straddling your waist with an infuriatingly casual grace. “Not when I’m having this much fun.”
“Fun for you, maybe!” you snapped, squirming under his weight. “This is harassment!”
Hisoka’s grin only widened. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Besides…” He leaned down, his face just inches from yours. “Something tells me you’re not entirely against this.”
“Get off of me!” you demanded, your tone more petulant than intimidating.
But Hisoka didn’t budge. Instead, he brought his free hand to your stomach, his fingers hovering just above your bellybutton.
“Don’t you dare” you hissed, glaring up at him.
He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your cheek. “Oh, I dare.”
And with that, he struck.
The moment his finger poked your bellybutton, you erupted into laughter. It was loud, uncontrollable and completely humiliating.
“HAHA—stop it! Stop!” you gasped, writhing beneath him.
“Why would I stop?” Hisoka asked, his tone mocking. “This is far too entertaining.”
He didn’t just poke this time. His fingers danced around your bellybutton, alternating between light strokes and quick jabs. The sensation was maddening just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to hurt.
“Hisoka, I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, your laughter making the threat far less convincing.
“Hmm, you don’t sound very threatening right now” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “In fact, you sound rather… helpless.”
You thrashed against him but his grip on your wrists remained firm. He was infuriatingly strong and every movement only seemed to encourage him.
“Please—HAHA—please stop!” you begged, tears of laughter streaming down your face.
“Oh but I’m just getting started” Hisoka said, his fingers never slowing. He focused on your bellybutton now, swirling his finger around it in a way that made you scream with laughter.
“You’re insane!” you yelled, though the words were barely audible through your giggles.
“Perhaps” he admitted with a shrug. “But if that’s the case, what does that make you? After all…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re the one who let me pin you down so easily.”
You groaned, trying to twist away from his relentless tickling. “You’re the worst!”
“And yet” he said, poking your bellybutton again for emphasis “here we are.”
Your laughter hit a new pitch and you couldn’t tell if you were about to die from lack of oxygen or sheer embarrassment. Probably both.
“Okay! Okay! You win!” you cried, desperately trying to catch your breath. “Just stop already!”
Hisoka tilted his head, considering your plea. His fingers slowed, then stopped altogether, though he didn’t release your wrists just yet.
“Hmm” he mused, a wicked smile still on his lips. “Begging suits you.”
You glared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to recover. “You’re a psychopath” you said, your voice shaky.
“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered” he countered, finally releasing your hands.
You immediately sat up, scooting away from him as fast as you could. “You’re never allowed near me again” you said, pointing a trembling finger at him.
“Oh, come now” he said, lounging on the floor as if nothing had happened. “You have to admit, that was fun.”
“For you!”
“For both of us” he corrected, his grin widening. “Don’t think I didn’t notice those little smiles between your screams.”
You felt your face heat up again. “I was laughing because I couldn’t help it, not because I liked it!”
“Of course” he said, though his tone made it clear he didn’t believe you.
You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re delightful” he said, standing with a flourish. “Shall we do this again sometime?”
“Absolutely not!” you said, standing up as well.
“Hmm, we’ll see” he said, his tone as playful as ever.
As he walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder how you always ended up in these ridiculous situations with him. But one thing was certain: Hisoka wasn’t going to let you forget this anytime soon.
Love your fics soooo much!! One of my favourite nsfw tickle writers! Would you do a fic where there reader is taking to a guy (maybe unintentionally flirting even) and she gets punished for it by Sakuna or any of them rlly?)
when talking to a neighbor takes an unexpected turn
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It had been a perfectly normal day. The air was crisp, the sky cloudless and I was just about to make a cup of tea when a knock at the door interrupted my quiet moment. I opened it to find my neighbor standing there, holding an empty measuring cup.
“Hey” he said with an easy smile. “Sorry to bother you, but do you have some sugar I can borrow? I just realized I ran out.”
I smiled back, naturally polite. “Of course, give me a second.” I disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a small jar of sugar and handing it to him. “Here you go. Make sure to return the jar, okay?” I added with a playful chuckle.
“Absolutely. Thanks so much” he said, lingering for a moment. He made some small talk nothing out of the ordinary asking about the weather, if I’d heard about the neighborhood barbecue coming up. I responded cheerfully, happy to engage in a bit of harmless conversation. It wasn’t like I had much else going on.
The moment seemed unremarkable, but that all changed in the blink of an eye.
Literally.
I hadn’t even turned back toward my living room before I felt the world shift. One second I was standing at my front door and the next, I was lying flat on my back in my bedroom, limbs spread out and tied to the corners of my bed. The jarring transition sent my heart racing as my eyes darted around the room.
What the hell just happened?
“S-Sukuna?!” I stammered as my gaze finally settled on the figure looming over me. His crimson eyes glinted dangerously, his expression eerily calm—too calm.
“You’re quick to call my name now” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Where was that loyalty when you were standing there flirting with the neighbor like a common street whore?”
“What are you talking about?!” I snapped, trying to tug at the bindings on my wrists and ankles. “I wasn’t flirting! I was just being nice h-he needed sugar!”
Sukuna tilted his head, his gaze cold and calculating. “Oh, you’re just nice now? Smiling at other men, laughing at their stupid jokes. Do you think I didn’t hear you?” He leaned closer, his tone dipping into something more dangerous. “Let me make something very clear to you. You are mine. My property doesn’t talk to other men, let alone flirt with them.”
“I wasn’t flirting!” I protested, my voice cracking slightly under the weight of his intense stare. “You’re overreacting!”
A slow, sinister smile spread across his face. “Overreacting? No, I don’t think so. In fact…” His claws extended, sharp and deadly, glinting in the dim light of the room. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
Before I could respond, his claws descended, not with the violence I expected but with terrifying precision. One pair of hands latched onto my sides, his claws tracing slow, deliberate circles over my ribs. Another pair ghosted over my armpits, while the last pair moved down to my hips and inner thighs.
“What are you doing?!” I yelled, jerking against the bindings.
Sukuna’s grin widened. “Teaching you a lesson. Let’s see how much defiance you have left after this.”
The sensation hit me like a lightning bolt. His claws dragged against my skin in a way that was maddeningly light but unbearably effective, sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness radiating through my body.
“N-no!” I gasped, biting back a laugh. “Stop it, Sukuna! This isn’t—ha—funny!”
“Funny?” he repeated, his tone mockingly curious. “I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to remind you that you’re mine.” His claws worked with terrifying precision, alternating between slow, teasing scratches and sudden, unpredictable jabs that left me gasping for breath.
I writhed against the bonds but there was no escape. The sensation at my ribs and armpits was relentless, but the claws at my hips and inner thighs were a new level of torture. Every time I tried to twist away, his claws found a new spot to attack, as if he had mapped out every single ticklish nerve ending in my body.
“Okay! Okay!” I managed to choke out between helpless bursts of laughter. “I get it! I get it—ha—please stop!”
But Sukuna didn’t stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to amuse him. “Oh no, we’re just getting started” he said, his voice calm and unyielding. “If you had time to flirt with your neighbor, then you certainly have time for me.”
“I wasn’t flirting!” I shouted, though my words were barely coherent through the laughter spilling uncontrollably from my lips. My stomach ached from the strain of it, tears streaming down my face as Sukuna’s claws continued their merciless assault.
His hands at my sides moved to my belly, where he began tracing maddening circles around my navel. “Such a sensitive spot” he mused, his tone almost clinical. “It’s fascinating how easily your body betrays you. Perhaps if you spent more time obeying me and less time entertaining others, you wouldn’t be in this position.”
“You’re insane!” I managed to yell, my voice high-pitched and breathless.
Sukuna chuckled darkly. “Perhaps. But you should’ve considered that before disrespecting me.” His claws at my hips pressed just slightly harder, sending fresh waves of ticklish agony through my body.
I thrashed against the restraints, my resolve crumbling with every passing second. My laughter turned into breathless gasps, my protests dissolving into incoherent babbling as Sukuna’s claws explored every ticklish inch of my body with terrifying efficiency.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he paused. His claws hovered just above my skin, and I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest heaving.
“Do you understand now?” he asked, his tone calm and measured, as if he hadn’t just spent the last several minutes reducing me to a helpless, giggling mess.
“Yes” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, what?” he prompted, his claws twitching ever so slightly, a silent threat.
“Yes, I understand” I said quickly, desperate to avoid another round of his merciless tickling. “I’m yours, okay? I get it.”
Sukuna’s smile returned, satisfied and predatory. “Good” he said simply, his claws retracting as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Let this be the last time I have to remind you. Do you understand?”
I nodded frantically, my body still trembling from the ordeal.
“Good” he repeated, his voice a low growl. He pressed a fleeting kiss to my forehead before rising to his full height. “Now, clean yourself up and stay away from that neighbor. You won’t like what happens if I see you talking to him again.”
With that, he disappeared as suddenly as he’d appeared, leaving me tied to the bed, breathless and utterly defeated.
As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, one thought echoed in my mind: I really needed to stop answering the door.
hello.. i have a quick request.
for the christmas season, could you possibly make a quick light x L drabble about how Light was decorating, but tripped over his feet, and low and behold - he's now tangled up in the christmas lights, sooo obviously L has a bit of fun with it <3
of course, it's optional! thank you either way :)
Light tangled up in the Christmas light’s is L’s gift
note-I’m sorry I’m a little late I hope you’re still able to enjoy it although Christmas is over ! Happy holidays everyone 🤍)
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Light let out an exasperated sigh as he stretched the string of twinkling Christmas lights across the living room. Decorating was not exactly his idea of a productive evening but L had insisted it would help them “blend in” with the season and avoid suspicion.
As usual, L himself wasn’t contributing much perched on a nearby chair, knees pulled up to his chest, his dark eyes followed Light’s every movement like a predator observing its prey.
“Are you going to help at all?” Light asked, shooting him a sharp glance.
“I am helping” L replied in his usual monotone, thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “Supervising is a critical aspect of the process.”
Light rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about useless detectives as he carefully stepped over the tangled heap of lights on the floor. However, fate seemed to conspire against him.
One wrong step and his foot caught on the wire, sending him sprawling forward. The lights wrapped around his legs and as he tried to catch himself, his arms got tangled as well.
“Dammit!” Light growled, struggling in vain to free himself. “L! A little help here?”
L tilted his head, staring at the scene before him with a peculiar intensity. A small, eerie chuckle escaped him, the kind that made Light’s annoyance flare.
“L” Light snapped “stop laughing and help me out of this.”
“Oh, I’m not laughing at you, Light” L replied, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered in his tone. “This is… an unexpected opportunity.”
Light froze, narrowing his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
L slid off the chair, moving with his usual languid, cat-like grace. He crouched down next to Light, his wide eyes scanning the mess of lights trapping the younger man. “How much mobility do you have, Light?” he asked, his tone clinical but with a distinct undertone of curiosity.
“None” Light huffed, wriggling his arms in demonstration. “I can’t move at all. Now get me out of this!”
“Hmh” L murmured noncommittally. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from Light’s. Light flinched slightly at the proximity, but L didn’t seem to notice or perhaps he simply didn’t care. His hand reached out, tugging the hem of Light’s shirt upward to expose his abdomen.
“What are you—” Light began, his voice sharp with indignation. But before he could finish, L’s fingers brushed lazily against his ribs, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent an involuntary jolt through Light’s body.
“Stop!” Light barked, jerking against his restraints, but the lights only tightened around him. “What are you doing?!”
“Testing a hypothesis” L said, his voice as calm as ever. His fingers danced over Light’s ribs, then drifted lower to his abdomen, where they began a series of light, strategic pokes and scribbles.
Light sucked in a breath, biting down hard on his lip to suppress a laugh. “Cut it out” he demanded, though the quiver in his voice betrayed him. “This isn’t funny.”
L’s expression didn’t change, his gaze fixed intently on Light as though he were a particularly interesting puzzle. “On the contrary, I find it quite fascinating” he said. “Your reactions are most… illuminating.”
Light’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He squirmed, trying to twist away from L’s fingers but the lights kept him firmly in place. The soft, lazy scratching against his ribs intensified and despite his best efforts, a breathless chuckle slipped out.
“Stop!” Light repeated, his voice cracking slightly as more laughter bubbled up. “L, I mean it!”
“Hmm” L said again, as though considering Light’s request but his fingers showed no signs of stopping. Instead, he shifted his attention to Light’s sides, where his touch became more methodical. Light’s laughter grew louder, his composure unraveling with each passing second.
“Alright, alright!” Light gasped, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “You win, okay? Just stop!”
L finally pulled his hands back, tilting his head to study Light’s flushed face. “Interesting” he murmured. “It seems Light’s stubbornness has limits after all.”
“You’re insane” Light muttered, glaring at him through ragged breaths. “Completely insane.”
“Perhaps” L said, rising to his feet. “But I believe I’ve proven my point.” He turned and began to walk away, leaving Light tangled on the floor.
“Wait! Aren’t you going to untangle me?” Light shouted after him.
L paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder with the faintest hint of a smirk. “You seem quite capable of solving difficult problems, Light. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
And with that, he disappeared, leaving Light to fume—and plot his revenge.
hello! Happy late thanksgiving! And I was wondering if you could do a hxh with kurupika x spider reader where like he is fighting them and he finds out they’re ticklish and like tickles them until they give up the fight and maybe like information too or something! Anyway I hope you have a wonderful morning/afternoon/night!
kurapika using an effective technique to get information out of you
You sat in the corner of a room, wrists bound tightly above you with Kurapika’s chains. You’d been careless, too confident in your abilities as a member of the Phantom Troupe.
Now, here you were, the captured prey of someone whose hatred for your comrades burned like an unquenchable fire.
Kurapika leaned against the wall opposite you, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. The air was thick with tension, his gaze unyielding as it bore into you.
“I want information about the other Spiders” he said, his voice calm but laced with steel.
You scoffed, masking your fear with defiance. “You think I’d betray the Troupe? Kill me now if that’s what you’re after because you’re not getting anything out of me.”
Kurapika tilted his head slightly, as if considering your words. He didn’t respond immediately and the silence stretched uncomfortably.
“I expected as much” he finally said, his tone still infuriatingly composed. He crossed his arms, his chains clinking softly with the movement. “But everyone has their limits.”
You shifted, testing the strength of the chains around your wrists. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t budge. His nen-infused restraints held you firmly and every attempt to break free only served to tighten them further.
“Go ahead” you spat. “Torture me, beat me—do whatever you want. I’ll never betray my family.”
Kurapika gave a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Torture? You think I’m going to waste time breaking bones and spilling blood? No, I have other methods.”
You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what he meant. He crouched in front of you, close enough that you could feel the oppressive weight of his nen but still out of reach.
“I’ve done my research on you” he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “You like to keep your past buried, don’t you? Pretend that you’re nothing but a loyal Spider, when in reality…” He trailed off, letting his words hang in the air.
You froze, your heart skipping a beat. What was he talking about? You kept your composure but inside, panic began to creep in.
“Don’t act like you don’t know” he continued, his gaze piercing. “The village you left behind. The people you abandoned. Should I name names?”
“Shut up” you hissed but your voice lacked its usual venom.
He smirked, clearly sensing the crack in your armor. “Ah, so I’m onto something. Good.”
You clenched your teeth, trying to keep your breathing steady. You couldn’t let him get to you.
“Still not ready to talk?” Kurapika asked, his tone almost conversational now. He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “Fine. Let’s try something different.”
Before you could react, his hands darted toward your sides, fingers brushing against your ribs.
“W-what are you doing?” you stammered, trying to squirm away but the chains held you firmly in place.
Kurapika didn’t answer. Instead, his fingers began to move deliberately, tracing over the sensitive spots just beneath your arms. The sensation was light at first, almost teasing but it quickly grew unbearable.
You bit your lip, refusing to let out a sound but your body betrayed you. Your shoulders twitched involuntarily and a strangled laugh escaped before you could stop it.
“Interesting” Kurapika mused, his voice annoyingly calm. “I didn’t think someone like you would have such a weakness.”
“S-stop!” you managed to gasp, twisting against the chains as he continued his relentless assault.
“Oh, I will” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “As soon as you start talking.”
“I’m not—” Your words dissolved into helpless laughter as his fingers danced along your ribs, exploring every ticklish spot with precision. It was infuriating, humiliating, and utterly effective.
Kurapika’s expression remained neutral but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched you squirm. “Tell me about the Troupe” he said, his tone soft but insistent. “Names, locations, plans. The more you resist, the longer this goes on.”
You shook your head furiously, tears streaming down your face from the effort of holding back your laughter. “N-never!”
He sighed, almost as if he pitied you. “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that. But everyone has their breaking point.”
With that, he shifted his focus, targeting the sensitive hollows of your armpits. You yelped, unable to hold back the uncontrollable laughter that burst from your lips.
“S-stop it!” you cried, thrashing as much as the chains allowed. “You’re insane!”
“Perhaps” Kurapika said coolly, not pausing for a moment. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to avenge my people. Even if it means breaking you like this.”
Your laughter echoed through the room, loud and unrestrained. You hated how easily he had reduced you to this state, hated how powerless you felt under his touch.
“I… I don’t know anything!” you lied, hoping to end this torment.
Kurapika paused, his fingers hovering over your sides. “Is that so?”
“Yes!” you gasped, seizing the brief reprieve to catch your breath.
He studied you for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
Before you could protest, he resumed his attack, this time alternating between your ribs and your armpits with maddening precision.
“Alright! Alright!” you finally screamed, unable to take it anymore. “I’ll talk! Just stop!”
Kurapika immediately withdrew his hands, his expression returning to its usual seriousness. “Good”he said, straightening up. “I’m listening.”
You glared at him, still catching your breath. “I’ll tell you what I know but you leave my past out of this. Got it?”
“Agreed” Kurapika said, though the glint in his eyes told you he’d already won this round.
As you began to speak, your heart heavy with guilt, you couldn’t help but wonder how someone so composed could resort to such unconventional methods. One thing was certain: you’d never underestimate him again.
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