one piece!!!, solo leveling, love and deepspace, jujutsu kaisen
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• minors
• biphobes
• terfs
• zionists (free palestine 🍉)
• those who are weird and shamey about niche kinks
Love and Deepspace
In his hands. - caleb x reader
cw: nsfw!! female reader, hand kink, cnc-ish, fingering, G-spot stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, verbal teasing, praise, use of term "babygirl", aftercare, some mild possessiveness, caleb is a meaniehead
I'm yours. - caleb x reader
cw: nsfw!! female/afab reader, first time having sex (could be loss of virginity or just first time with each other), penetration (penis in vagina), oral sex/eating out, marking/biting/hickies, G-spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, body worship, sex drunk caleb
Interrogation - caleb x reader
cw: tickling, playful interrogation, verbal teasing, slight yandere/overprotective vibes because caleb is caleb
Greedy. - sylus x reader
cw: nsfw!! tickling, cnc, verbal teasing, begging, struggling, etc.
No Escape - sylus x reader
cw: nsfw!! female reader, predator/prey, chase/capture, mild primal, tickling, biting, ass spanking & pussy spanking, getting fucked from behind, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (hinted at end). this one gets kind of intense & has a little bit of cnc vibes, read at your own risk!
The Strawhats tickling you - strawhat pirates x reader
cw: gn reader, tickling, fluff
Jealous - zoro x reader
cw: nsfw!! jealous!zoro, female reader, rough sex, no foreplay, penetration (penis in vagina), biting/marking, mild choking, creampie, fingering, g-spot stimulation, slight possessiveness, no use of (y/n), roronoa zoro is emotionally constipated
The Strawhat pirates when they realize they love you - strawhats x reader
summary: gender neutral reader. something wholesome for a change. this can be interpreted as platonic, romantic, or whatever other kind of relationship you want!
Being a Brat to Sir Crocodile - sir crocodile x reader
cw: nsfw!! female reader, bratting, brat taming, spanking, rough sex, penetration (penis in vagina) unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, G-spot stimulation, slight degradation (use of the term "slut"), no use of y/n
Zoro and Sanji finding out you have a voice kink - zoro x reader, sanji x reader
cw: nsfw!! female reader, lots of sexual tension and buildup, casual sex/hookup, premature ejaculation, oral sex (vaginal), blowjobs, penetration (brief vaginal fingering & penis in vagina), spanking, biting, light breast play/nipple sucking, cumming in mouth, missionary and doggy style, creampie, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, no use of (y/n)
Jujutsu Kaisen
Behind the Blindfold - gojo x reader
pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5
cw: tickle kink, female reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex, hand kink, size kink, enemies to lovers (kind of), dubcon, light humiliation with verbal teasing, squirting, penetration (penis-in-vagina), blowjobs, creampies, body worship & praise, edging, switching, big dick, aftercare/post-sex cuddling
cw: female reader, hand kink, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, penetration (fingers in vagina), g spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, tasting your own cum
Double Teamed - satoru gojo x suguru geto x reader
cw: stalking, peeping tom, voyeurism, obsession, fear play
Sub!Nanami - nanami x reader
cw: female reader x nanami, gentle femdom, male submission, marking, collar & leash, light pet play, objectification, edging, forced oral, subspace, possessiveness
JJK men getting tickled - gojo x reader, suguru x reader, choso x reader, nanami x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader
cw: gn reader, tickling, fluff
JJK men tickling you - gojo x reader, suguru x reader, choso x reader, nanami x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader
cw: gn reader, tickling, fluff
"You like this, don't you?" - gojo x reader
cw: female reader, use of the term "princess", hand kink, light choking, fingering, finger sucking, voice kink, tickling, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, light cnc vibes, light humiliation, aftercare, gojo satoru being a menace
The Coffin of Andy and Leyley
Tender Meat. - andrew graves x reader
cw: NSFW!! DARK KINKS!! heavy cnc/nc vibes, read at your own risk!female reader, home burglary/break in, noncon/cnc-ish, bondage, knife play, cutting off clothes, degradation (use of term "slut"), breast fondling, panty sniffing, pussy spanking, fingerfucking, penetration (penis in vagina), multiple sex positions, spanking, biting/marking, creampie, threats of violence, mention of cannibalism,cigarette smoking,reader is alive at the end
Umineko
Road Head. - amakusa x reader
cw: nsfw!! female reader, car sex, oral sex, penetration (penis in vagina), marking/biting, navel worship, breast play, creampie
cw: nsfw!! dubcon/cnc, tickling, pinning/manhandling, hatefucking, multiple positions (missionary, legs over shoulders, doggy style), overstimulation, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, g-spot stimulation, clitoral stimulation, brief nipple play, brief foot licking/kissing, ear biting, some cuddling/aftercare at the end, terms of endearment (princess, babygirl, sweetie, etc.), sarcastic use of "daddy"
a/n: hello! i'm finally back with more degenerate knismo bullshit after months of writer's block. this was heavily inspired by msbyslilbimbo's fic. it altered my brain chemistry permanently and now i can't stop thinking about hatefucking gojo satoru. please enjoy!!
"fuck you."
"love you too, princess."
"don't call me that!"
"whatever you say, babygirl."
"ugh, don't call me that either!"
another day, another headache. gojo satoru was the bane of your existence. had been ever since the two of you became partners. he was fucking insufferable, always encroaching on your personal space with both subtle and overt flirtations. his cockiness drove you insane, and his unbreakable persistence could only be described as aggravating. you've lost track of how many times you've shot him down, the number of insults you've flung to try and push him off his high horse, all of the ways creative ways you've cussed him out. nothing works. he's drawn to you like a moth to light, saying and doing whatever he can to piss you off.
it came to a head after the work party that night. after going back and forth with him for hours in front of all your exasperated colleagues, you decided that you were done being social and had retreated to your room at headquarters. you wanted to change into something more comfortable, slip off your heels and evening dress in exchange for comfortable pajamas and slippers.
but then, just as you were about to hit the showers and call it a night, you heard a loud knock at your door.
to your disdain, you discovered that it was gojo on the other side of the door, staring you down with his dark glasses hanging over the bridge of his nose, revealing the ravenous look in his cerulean blue eyes. which led to the heated exchange you were having now.
"what the hell do you want?" you frown. "i'm sure there's some poor naive girl out there somewhere, just waiting for a text back from the 'world's strongest sorcerer'. why don't you go bother her?"
you say it mockingly, but he just laughs it off. per usual.
"the other ladies can wait," he smiles. "i'm all yours tonight."
"ew. please go away."
you try to close the door on him, but he easily pushes it back open and lets himself inside. the knob hits the wall, leaving a small dent as the door slams shut behind him. you're now alone with gojo satoru, alone where no one can save you.
your heart skips a beat as you stare up at this giant, handsome, behemoth of a man who's eyeing you up like tender meat.
"don't you ever get tired of being an insufferable brat all the time?" he asks in an airy voice, piercing blue eyes fixated upon your own. "there's no way you actually hate me this much."
"leave me the fuck alone!" you snap, backing up as he intrudes on your personal space. with every step you take backwards, he takes a long stride forward, always close enough for your breath to mingle. soon your find yourself at your bedroom doorway, just a few feet away from the bed. and you know if he makes it there, it'll be the end for you.
"you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you sick."
you finally stumble and fall onto the bed, and he takes the opportunity to crawl over you. he grins down with glee. you glare up at him with contempt.
"not even in your wildest dreams."
he leers at you from his massive height with a terrifying, threatening look. as if he'll pounce at any second.
"i'll do it," he growls, his dropping to a low, deep whisper. "if it means you'll finally shut the fuck up."
"don't fucking touch me."
"or else what?" his playfulness returns in the form of a devious smirk. "you'll scream? cry? moan?"
you fight to stand back up, but he grabs your wrists and pins them besides your head, trapping you in place. and try as you might, you're unable to push him off or gain any leverage.
"i wonder what kinda freaky shit you're into," he ponders while eyeing you up, taking in the sight of your tank top straps sliding off your shoulders and the hem of your shirt riding up. "come on, be a good girl and tell daddy all about your sick, twisted fantasies."
"fuck off!!"
"that's it, keep fighting. just like that," he giggles, a deranged smile spread across his handsome face. "i like when you put up a fight."
you curl your legs into your chest and try kneeing him in the gut, but it does little to deter him. instead, he simply climbs on top of you and straddles your waist, leaving you even more exposed and vulnerable. jolts of panic strike through your heart, instilling a strange mix of fear and anticipation within.
you've never seen him this way. so unhinged, out of control, and borderline feral. it's like something inside of him finally snapped, and he could no longer hold himself back. you find yourself struggling to keep up the tough girl act as well.
but you're not quite ready to back down. not yet.
"let go of me," you warn, tugging at your wrists.
"you're not really in a position to make demands, don't you think?" he smiles, leaning down to whisper threats in your ear. "there's no escape now. i can do whatever i want."
his words frighten you, no longer containing the same lightheartedness they usually do. he's serious. he's really going to try something.
so why do you suddenly feel so turned on?
"go to hell."
"only if you're there too, sweetie."
the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear makes you shudder. of course he notices, his smile widening as he makes his observation.
"oh? are your ears a little sensitive?" he doesn't wait for an answer. his teeth gently sink into your lobe, lips pressed against the delicate skin. you're not prepared for how intense the sensation is and cry out, a mix between a gasp and a moan.
shit.
"ahh," he purrs, soft lips pressing a kiss on the tips of your ears as he speaks. "so this is where you're weak."
before you can spit out a sharp-tongued comeback, he bites down again and elicits more embarrassing sounds out of you. you're desperate not to react too much, biting your lip and holding back the tittered noises emerging from your throat, but it's no use. his slick tongue, the deep baritone of his voice, the feeling of his silky smooth lips on a very sensitive part of you. it's enough to break down the last remnants of your walls. and when he starts to kiss a path down your neck, that's when you finally shatter.
"ahhhh!"
the first little giggle bubbles out. the sound makes him freeze in place, gears turning in his head as he grins down at you hungrily.
"you're ticklish."
you want to die. gojo satoru was the LAST person you wanted to find out about this. your life will never again know peace. but more pressing matters were at hand, such as how quickly he maneuvers his hands and yours to successfully pin them above your head with only one of his own. with his right hand now free, he immediately clamps down on your ribs before you even have a chance to protest. you burst into laughter, unable to even try and hold it back any longer. his nails dance across the dip in your waist, pinching every now and then to throw you off.
"damn, you're really ticklish," he taunts, skittering long fingers from hips to ribs. "you really can't take it at all, can you?"
"fuck you!" you manage to splurt out through panicked laughter, desperately trying to twist your way out of his grip. but it's no use. his immense strength keeps you in place, unable to do much except laugh and squirm. he pokes and prods your underarms, making you scream in an entirely different way from how ticklish the sensation is. now it's impossible to get any words out, with the way you're shrieking and gasping for air.
and he's mocking you. with little tittering noises and a playful giggle. it only makes everything worse. you've never been so humiliated, forced to laugh and struggle at the hands of the guy you hated most in the world while he was having the fucking time of his life.
"what an embarrassing weakness to have," he teases, pausing only to push his hands under the hem of your shirt. "i'll have to remember this."
"let me go!" you growl, gasping against when you feel his calloused fingertips glide across your nipples. they get hard almost instantly, extra sensitive now that your nerve endings are electrified from the tickling.
"not until you get rid of that rotten attitude of yours."
he teases your nipples for some time, stroking the sensitive patches underneath your breasts as well before sliding his hands down your stomach. he ghosts his fingers across your skin, barely touching you yet causing you to squirm and whimper. that evil ass grin returns as he plots his next attack.
"i'm barely doing anything, and you're already such a mess," his relentless taunting continues as he softly tickles your belly, tracing light paths along the waistband of your shorts and circles around your navel. it's almost worse than how he was tickling you before. it's maddeningly gentle, too much for you to handle in your weakened state. you giggle uncontrollably, feeling silly about how easily he's taking you down.
"if i knew it was this easy to break you, i would've done it a lot sooner," he hums cheerfully, tormenting you further by spidering your lower belly.
"f... fuck..." you barely have the energy to talk back.
but then things take a turn for the worse. he slips his hand down your shorts and discovers...
"...oh?"
shit. SHIT. you're soaking wet. there's no hiding it now. he looks back at you, smirking like a devil.
"you actually like this? adorable."
the tickling begins anew, but this time he lets go of his vice grip and uses both hands. even with your wrists free, there's little you can do to stop him from tickling every inch of you. his hands clamp around your sides, fingers drilling into the back of your ribs until you scream. they sneak into your pits, still tickling even after you yank your arms down in a futile attempt to protect your weak spots. you're laughing harder than ever, unable to do so much as beg or plead. it feels like it goes on forever, until you feel one of his hands brush against your mound again. the feeling of him gently rubbing your swollen bud melts your laughter into moans. the sounds mix together as his hands work their magic.
"that's right, baby," he coos, circling his thumb on your bud and pushing two long fingers inside your wet hole. "keep making those pretty little noises for me."
you can't hold yourself back. he's curling his fingers against your walls, massaging that spot until you're singing like a bird. it's not long until you cum hard, squirting all over his hand and onto the bed sheets beneath you. he's grinning victoriously, yet another conquest that'll go straight to his head.
your eyes roll back into your head, and you sigh in defeat.
but he's not done yet. the sound of rustling clothes bring your attention back to him, and in a few moments he's huddled over you again, this time shirtless, clad only his black boxers. he soon yanks them down, freeing his dick from its confines. and damn, is he big. you finally understand where the cockiness comes from. he's a good 8 or 9 inches, with a thick girth and pale skin a full shade lighter than the rest of his skin. it's curved to one side, and you see the tip already leaking precum. he tears off your shorts next, then your shirt, faster than you can blink.
and then, he presses the tip against your hole.
you cry out loudly, the feeling of him inside you sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. he goes slowly, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of your tight walls clenched around his massive dick, groaning as it pulses within. after a few slow strokes to get you warmed up, he finally starts pumping in and out at a steady pace.
"fuck..." he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby..."
your lips part, and moans falling from your lips like quiet dewdrops. his hands rest on your waist, holding you in place and tickling you slowly to turn you on even more. you let out airy giggles, involuntarily clenching around his dick. realizing this, he tickles harder, leaning forward and digging into your underarms to make you struggle and thrash even more. he gets creative and lifts your ankles, resting them on his shoulders and granting him easy access. he tickles your feet too, alternating between kissing and licking and stroking his nails down your soles while thrusting into you.
it's too much stimulation. you cackle, moan, and whimper, feeling overwhelmed at how intense everything feels. it's like your entire body is electrified.
when he gets close, he suddenly pulls out, droplets of sweat falling onto your skin and mixing with your own. then, in a flash, he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips against his so he can fuck you from the back. you let out gasp after gasp as he hits you deep, the sound of skin smacking together and moans harmonizing filling the room. and once again, he tickles as he fucks you, dancing his fingers up and down your sides while you're completely helpless. you collapse forward, succumbing to the sensations, too weak to even struggle.
he pumps into you harder, faster, until he finally bursts and cums inside you. his warm cum fills you up, so much that it leaks from your hole when he pulls out. sweaty, exhausted, and out of breath, you lay there limp with messy hair strewn about your face and mouth agape, desperate for air. he collapses beside you, not nearly as winded as you but still just as flushed and damp.
"well?" he turns towards you, wrapping his long arms around your body. "is the snotty princess finally satisfied?"
you let him pull you into his embrace, finding comfort in its large expanse. you press your butt up against his dick, which throbs a little as he grinds back into you. a million thoughts swirl through your mind, nerve endings still on fire from all the stimulation. you just fucked the guy you hate most. and it was amazing. and now you were cuddling. how the hell did this happen?
and were you truly satisfied with just one round?
you mull it over for a few moments before responding to him with two little words, closing the casket on your own tomb.
"eat me."
a wide, sadistic smirk curls the corners of his lips upward. he bites down on your ear, locks his hands around your waist once more, and chuckles when he hears your giggles renewed.
Just thinking about a shy or insecure mc who never or very rarely laughs out loud, like an audible sound, but instead covers her mouth, shakes a lot and makes soft snickering or gentle tittering noises. No doubt, Sylus loves those cute little sounds and makes it his sole purpose in life to make you laugh whenever he can and finds every chance to hear your breathy giggles, but he really wishes he could hear what your actual laugh sounds like and hates that you always hide your face with the back of your hand.
So when he finally discovers that tickling you- even the slightest poke on your stomach or side- is enough to elicit your true, unfiltered laughter, he almost faints. Drops dead. Worships your sensitivity to his touch- oh lord it's his own touch how blessed is he- and finds it absolutely fucking adorable. Finding every and any minor excuse or reason to pounce on you and tickle you (gently, of course) till you're breathless and your softly heaving chest rests upon his rapidly beating one. Because the second he hears the almost nectarine melody that flows from your soft parted lips, your small figure quivering in his arms and tiny hands grabbing at his as you attempt to put up a weak fight against him, he immediately disconnects from any and every other noise around him, honing his hearing purely onto your sweet, oh so honey-sweet laughter.
And the moment he sets eyes on that twinkling wide smile, those rosy red tinted cheeks, disheveled hair, and half-closed eyelids that take the shapes of upside-down crescent moons, your chin tilted back and neck scrunching up occasionally when his teasing fingers brush up against the skin around the area, Sylus instantly melts. A hopeless goner. Like butter in a frying pan under steaming hot temperatures. His heart goes insanely wild at the spot. Because oh he is so down bad. Addicted. Intoxicated with your music that needs no rhythm because it has one of its own. He locks this valuable secret within his heart and throws the damn key to hell, swears to never let anyone else discover it. Because this is your own little thing, something intimate to be shared and cherished between just the two of you. Something precious. Praying to the gods because oh thank the lord that he can finally, finally hear his kitten's true laughter and see her smile so unhidden. So genuine. So real.
I love your work so much btw. One of the best nsfw writers out there
Pleaaasse consider doing a short part 2 to this one: https://www.tumblr.com/msbyslilbimbo/758749459654066176/bvhbfdgvv-gojo-tickling-you-while-geto-sleeps-just
Obvs no pressure but it was sooo good!
UR SO SWEEEEEEEET 🥹☺️ ofc I’ll do it, it was one of my favessss to doooooo!!!
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fifteen fingers dance over your body as four eyes glare down at you, five other fingers being used to cover your mouth and keep your screams of ticklish agony down. “wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors like you woke me,” geto reminds you.
“otherwise we’d have to make them come over here and tickle you too. hear that toji guy’s a little bit of a freak,” gojo teases.
with your exhausted arms pinned under the heavy weight of geto’s body, you helplessly fist your hands and slap his lower back as his stays buried under your arm, scratching meticulously against the nerves. every now and again, his touch dips to your highest rib, causing a new wave of shriek to come out of your covered mouth, and he merely smirks at you. “perhaps you should’ve thought twice before you woke me, angel girl.”
fuck you, you think to yourself, and as if reading your mind, gojo clicks his tongue, “oh, she hates you right now.”
“and i hate being woken up at obscure hours because you decide to tickle her, yet here we are.”
gojo’s hands stay busy with dancing over your tummy, scratching at the small pudge below your navel before squeezing the sides of the small divot. “what’s the matter, hmm?” he croons, and you wail under geto’s hand. “ticklish lil’ belly button?”
fuck you! your thoughts continue. your brain is mush otherwise, only fixated on the digs and scratches against your sensitive flesh, sending chills down your spine and making all of your nerves leap into panic. your body jerks and twists as much as it can, but given the time they’ve taken to break you, there isn’t much fight left. especially with gojo sitting on your knees, rendering your lower half completely immobile.
when his nimble fingers slither down to your hips, you shriek again, so loud you taste metallic, so forceful you feel geto press harder to suppress your misery, and gojo laughs at your agony, “ooo, i think i found the tickle spot!” he sings. he absolutely digs into your writhing hips, thumbs drilling cruelly into the bones. you sob under geto’s hand, body going limp as all signals in your brain cross at the sensation. every fiber of your being, bit of your soul, every cell in your body fixates on the tickling of your hips, and you’re left to laugh and laugh as this goes from tickle torture to tickle hell.
“if you lick her navel, she’ll moan, satoru,” geto reminds him.
“maybe i don’t want her to moan,” the white haired male shrugs. “maybe i want her to break.”
your heart sinks, and your eyes screw shut to try and block out the sensations and teasing words from both men, and in your fight, a tear rolls down your cheek, slipping over geto’s fingers.
with that, he stops tickling you, and gojo follows soon after.
“if you want her to break, i think you’ve succeeded,” he says softly.
gojo shrugs, “guess the big tough girl can always be taken down by some tickles,” he snickers. his long legs swing off of you and his body lays down next to you, while suguru gathers you in his arms and holds you close, shushing you while you whimper and cry softly.
“it’s over now,” he soothes. “you did so well.”
“i want those pretty feet next time, suguru,” gojo hums. “taste those pretty toes, tickle up those arches-“
“enough,” geto shushes, noticing your whimpers and curls for him to protect you. “you’ll have all the time in the world to tickle her later, yes? for now, she needs rest.”
“you’re right,” gojo sighs, laying down next to you. he props his head with his hand and lets a warm hand circle your belly, working out the phantom tickles. you sniffle and jerk away, but at the warm, heavy palm, you mewl and curl into his touch. “because next time, im tickling your hips until you safeword. until pretty tears come out and you’re begging for me to stop.”
geto chuckles, “i look forward to watching that.”
you whimper.
because you know gojo is always a man of his word.
You are one of my favourite nsfw tickle writers. Do you still take requests?
I’ve got a potential one where the reader-(maybe she’s a little more modern but still loves the traditional stuff)- always calls herself a feminist and lives to be independent. Maybe she tells gojo phrases to wind him up (eg, you don’t own me, I’m stronger than u etc) before he snaps, pins her and tickles her to tell her ‘who’s really in charge’.
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You and Gojo just are at each other’s necks like ravenous dogs, you’re one of the few women in his life who have absolutely no interest in falling for his charm, swooning at his wealth, taking curiosity about how strong he is.
You know it bothers him because he’s always trying to get that reaction out of you, make you crumble at his feet and beg to be spoiled.
"I don't need you to spoil me, Gojo- I'm a big girl. Find someone who will buy into your bullshit."
"You want it to be you so bad it makes you sick."
"It'll be a cold day in Hell before I ever crave your attention."
Needless to say, the tension between you both is thick, it makes everyone uncomfortable and look amongst themselves, not wanting to get in the middle of the pissing contest you both are involved in. It's always been this way, a battle of dominance of top dog, and neither of you have plans to back off.
Even now, as the clock in your home strikes two in the morning, papers sprawled over your table and cold coffee in your cups, the battle persists, neither of you willing to throw in the towel about how to actively finish and approach this mission. You feel the shift in the air as agitation grows from you both, annoyance swirling in the atmosphere, you slowly feel your sanity slipping with each tick of the clock above your head.
You sigh, "more coffee?"
"I'd rather a bullet to the skull," Gojo grumbles, big hands scrubbing down his face. Regardless, he passes you the ceramic mug, and you sigh and snatch it from him, shambling to the coffee pot in the kitchen.
"Believe me," you murmur. "This isn't exactly how I want to be spending my time either, let alone with you."
"Why, aren't you such a delightful host."
You scowl at him, "take your coffee and shut the shit up." You pass him the mug, and he takes it from you, no gratitude sent your way.
If anything, he chews his lip bitterly, and you wonder if it's time to call it, before you actually rip each other to shreds.
"Y'know, I've been wondering, princess," he hums, relishing in the glare you send him.
"Don't call me that like we're friends or some shit."
“This attitude of yours,” he begins, swirling the dark coffee around his mug. “Is it able to be fucked out of you or something?”
“Excuse me!”
“You heard me,” he chuckles, standing up and looming over you. The extreme height difference sends a shrill through your body, and any normal woman would be backing down like a dog in submission. You however, have no intention of doing that. His smirk becomes more toothy, “I wanna know, what makes this sexy body of yours loosen the stick up your ass? What freak shit are you into that makes you less you, because I’ll do anything if it means the little ‘im too good’ attitude fucks off for a few hours.”
“You wish.”
“I sure fucking do,” he says. His tone has turned more predatory, firmer, not the usual playfulness you both usually hurl at each other. "You want it? I'll do it."
"Need I remind you that you are a guest in my home," you hiss, venom dripping from your tone. "And I'm close to changing that for you."
"You and what army?" he chuckles, reaching out for you.
“Get your filthy paws off of me you damn, dirty, bastard!” You snarl, hands instinctively coming up to conceal yourself from him, backing out of the kitchen and into the living room.
He grins at you, “oh yeah, that’s the fight I’ve been looking for!”
“Gojo!” You hiss, trying to snap him out of it. Your little heart pitter patters in your chest, a sick feeling swirling in your gut in anticipation. You’ve never seen him like this, like a beast taking instead of asking, a monster who’s about to pounce.
He backs you both into the arm rest of your couch, sending you scrambling over the back; your shoulders hit the soft cushions of your couch, and Satoru is quick to follow, knee planting between your thighs and thick body blocking your view from any reprieve of Gojo Satoru. His body is all you see, his scent is all you smell, all you feel is the warmth emanating from his body and the knee between your legs, forcing them open to his wandering eyes.
“What’re you going to do?” You snap.
He shrugs, “nothing planned. But I’ll do anything to make you get off this fucking high horse you put yourself on. Why?” He leans down to be closer to you, his expensive cologne and heat from his face swirling in your senses, “scared?”
“No,” you choke. It’s not a lie, you’re not scared of Gojo Satoru, you’re not scared of anything, but the heat between your legs is sweltering, demanding attention but you’re too stubborn to give it to him.
Why are you so antsy for his potential time to strike?
Rather, why do you wish he would?
You’ve pride yourself on being stronger than him, your rejections and shutting him down is impenetrable, so why now is your body responding eagerly to his advances?
“I think you are scared,” he hums, hand tracing up your body. You shiver and instinctively shrink to the other side, making him smirk. “I think that hearts pounding at the idea of what I might do to you. How badly you want me to wreck you.”
“If you don’t get your hands off of me, turn around, and leave my house, I swear I’ll-“
You’re cut off as he wraps a hand around your throat, gasping and squirming slightly as his thumb rolls back and forth over the delicate skin. “What’re you gonna do? Hmm?”
“I… I’ll…” your babbles fall on deaf ears.
“You really don’t think I can’t smell that pretty pussy weeping out for me? Think I don’t know the ways you’re completely at my mercy and you fucking enjoy it? Please, I’ve known you for too long, angel girl. And if you really wanted me off, I know how strong you’d be fighting. So,” he leans down to be nose to nose with you, “why don’t you be a good girl, and tell me what you want me to do to you, to make this partnership work?”
“I don’t want you to do shit,” you tremble, thighs pinching around his. He grins and you shove his shoulders, “get off of me!”
“You’re just waiting for me to be the big bad gojo you’ve always seen me as, ain’t ya?” He says, hand leaving your neck and trailing back down your body, fingertips featherlight as he walks down the middle of your torso; you squirm, and he clicks his tongue, “what’s the matter? Sensitive? Is my big bad partner ticklish, maybe?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you growl between your teeth, but your body betrays you as your hips rise up to a grind at the mere mention of being tickled.
The lightbulb above gojo’s head goes off, and you whimper softly. He’s got you. “Ohh, that is just precious. You're ticklish.”
“Shut the fuck up!” You shove at his shoulders again.
“You're trembling, babygirl. Is it because you’re so ticklish that you can’t stand being tickled, too ticklish for your own good?”
For the first time in your history of knowing Gojo, you heel and relent, lips wobbling as his continue to walk his fingertips up and down, now they’ve taken the liberty of tapping at your ribs, ghosting over your navel, causing goosebumps to raise at the tender touch. But to your horror, you don't stop him, and you hate the way he bites his lip at you, "or maybe... I've got it all wrong."
"Satoru," you plead.
"Maybe," he leans down to be close to your ear, making you whimper.
"You like it."
You open your mouth, but your lips are opening and closing with no sound, desperate to deter him but desire brews in your chest at the idea of being tormented so ruthlessly, gluttonous for punishment you know he'll give you.
"I think I have my answer."
With that, immediately, the hand not propping him above you darts under your arm, slender fingers prodding the warm skin. You shriek and jam your arms to your sides, simply pinning the offending touch there. Even so, the meek attempt at protection doesn't stop Satoru, curling his fingers cruelly as he tickles the tender, rarely touched skin. "That's my girl!" He teases, and you whine and try to shove him away with one free hand, howls of laughter falling from your lips, he snarls and grabs your wrists into one of his big hands, "can't have you fighting back on me, can I? Not when you obviously want this so bad."
He's right, fuck he's so right, and you scream at the lack of protection as he digs right back under your arm, fingers teasing the hole of your tee shirt to the side to tickle the bare flesh, causing octaves of your laughter to rise. Your legs flail under him, knees knocking into his back but damn, the feeling is so delicious, it makes you feel relief and it makes you buck your hips into the thick meat of his knee still nestled comfortably against your cunt.
It sends pleasure to course through your body, momentarily pausing your titters to let a moan slip out.
"Oh," he snickers. "Oh you like it that bad, huh?" He's laughing now, laughing with you and mercilessly continuing his torment. Before you can process, he switches his hands to now tickle under your other arm, making you completely cackle. "Pretty cute of you to crumble under some tickles, don't you think?"
"Ssssshut up!" You whine, but instead of the bite it held before, it's filled with childish giggles and simple laughter. Your body becomes even more sensitive with each word he teases, with every second slender fingers tickle you,
"What would everyone think if they knew that you, so big and bad, can come completely undone from a couple of seconds of tickling? Pathetic." You whimper around a flood of giggles, trying your hardest now to fight under him and pull your arms free, to no avail. If anything, he pulls your arms tighter, flatter against the couch, "yeah, that's more like it, dontcha think?"
Your entire body becomes electric at the stimulation, fight or flight being activated with every crook of Satoru's fingers. Tears of mirth sting your eyes, screwed shut and trying to ignore the dastardly feeling of your skin crawling.
It’s a rush, something you’ve never felt before, being so excited for his touch but dreading every second of it, you feel the scratch in your brain being itched as you’re tickled for punishment, tickled for sport, tickled for his pleasure- the fact that you love it too is merely a plus for him.
Even if you hated it, you’d still be at his mercy.
This, you’re certain of.
He releases your hands to instead drill both of his thumbs into your hips, curling the rest of his big hands around them to keep you in absolute stitches. Your hands desperately circle his wrists, but to his enjoyment, you’re not trying to pry him off.
You’re just squeezing him to ground yourself.
“You’re so unreal,” he snorts. “You go on and on about how much you don’t like me and you’re too good for me, and yet, im the one who’s making you crumble. Have you no shame? No pride?”
You don’t say anything, you wouldn’t even if you could, you’re so overstimulated that your brain is a complete mush that can only focus on the tickles satisfying you.
His hands move to either side of your navel before cruelly digging in, and your eyes bug out of your skull. You shriek, and he laughs at your agony, “ohhhh, I got the tickle spot don’t I? Right on this sexy tummy? Wonder if I can make you beg just by staying right here.” He’s grinning, you can hear it in his voice, but your vision is crackling and dizzying and you can’t focus, so you screw your eyes back shut and wait for the cruel feelings to pass.
Your body is growing so tired of fighting, writhing uselessly under Satoru’s massive frame and hips rutting into his planted knee, teetering an orgasm that you long to have. He’s evil, he’s cruel, and your body trembles in absolute pleasure.
“You wanna cum so badly,” he snickers. “I don’t know if you deserve it, baby. Not after the attitude you’ve given me all these months.”
“Please,” is all you can snort out. Your eyes bug out of your skull as one of the hands torturing you darts between your legs, heel of his palm rutting against your covered pussy. His index finger on his free hand gently tickles the divot of your navel, and you keen at the feeling. You groan as your back arches into the touch, signals in your brain crossing and confused as to how to respond to so many sensations.
You want to moan, you want to scream, you want to wail in despair and cry in delight, you want to make him pay but you want to stay under him forever, being nothing more than a toy for his amusement.
He stops tickling you, slipping his hand under the waistband of your pants to slip his fingers inside of you, clicking his tongue in satisfaction, “sucked me right in, pretty girl. Told you that you couldn’t lie to me.”
“Satoru,” you mewl, arching your back. “Please-“
“I know, you want to cum,” he says softly.
“No,” you whimper. You grab his collar and pull him down towards you, snarling your teeth at him.
“Tickle me.”
He grins. You nod desperately, “keep going. Don’t stop.”
“You’re too much, sexy,” he snickers, but he jams his free hand back under your arm, tickling there with less fervor as to let you focus on your building orgasm but just enough to make you laugh in mirth.
Your stomach hurts with laughter and your entire body is clammy, beads of sweat gather at your hairline from all the writhing.
It must be a sight to see as you slowly stop laughing, teeth sinking into your lip as you furrow your brows in focus and fucking cum.
Your jaw slacks and your eyes fly open, back arching off the mattress with excitement. Your body trembles from head to toe, little titters breaking the euphoric moans pouring from your mouth. Your walls flutter and your clit pulses angrily, overwhelmed with pleasure to work you through the orgasm wracking through you.
And the whole time, satoru tickles you. He says nothing. But you feel his heavy eyes on you the whole time.
It isn’t until you’re actively trying to get away from him and so much stimulation that he stops, slipping his soggy fingers out of you and popping them in his mouth to clean them. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Satoru,” you whimper, body still trembling.
“I know,” he shushes, hands smoothing down your arms that shove him away to try and bring you back down to earth, releasing you from the phantom touches you’re been subjected to. “For a broad who hates me, you did really well for me.”
Your chest is still heaving as you slowly close your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself as your brain swims to work through so many racing thoughts and emotions.
You’re not sure when or how, but within seconds, there’s a glass of water on the coffee table and a blanket around your shoulders. Your shivering stops as you nuzzle into the blankets, smiling softly.
“Thank you,” you whisper softly as he gently smooths your hair down.
He leans down to be close to you, “give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.” You laugh softly before angling your head to give him a soft kiss, lips moving in harmony and eliciting sweet noises from you.
You whine as he parts, pressing a kiss to your head next. Then, he clicks his tongue.
“You ever give me attitude again,” he rasps, carding his hand through his hair. “I’ll do that shit in front of everyone. Let everybody see how much of a desperate whore you get. Got it?”
You blink sleepily up at him, smiling easily, but unlike in the past, there’s no venom or determination in it to rile him up- just a simple, satisfied smile.
“You promise?”
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secret sadist sung jinwoo, who can flip his aura from unimposing to intimidating in a split second. one minute he's a regular guy in a tracksuit. the next, he's a terrifying monster hellbent on wrecking you. he'll dom you in a worn out hoodie and athletic shoes, keeping a calm and cool demeanor while he coaxes little cries and whimpers out of you. a wicked grin spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.
you'd never expect someone like him to get so much joy from inflicting pain and torment on others. the harder he hits you, the harder he gets, and when he shoves himself inside you, you realize it was worth suffering through the torment.
