haihaaaaaaaai!!!! i see you’ve stumbled on my blog (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) welcome!
FYI, this is mainly a tickle blog, aka just a silly little place where i repost amazing (tickle related) art, occasionally write stuff, and just chill. My blog is fully SFW so fellow minors are welcome to interact with it. Please do not interact with me in any way whatsoever if you post NSFW content, i am a minor.
To find out more about me, my boundaries, and general information about my blog, look under the cut. :)
oo, you‘re interested? yay! (˶˃⤙˂˶)
Things about me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
My name is vic, friends may call me vi or any other nickname that isn’t weird. :)
I do not know my MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) as it changes every time i take the test .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
I am a True Neutral (Moral Alignment Test)
If I had to describe myself with adjectives i would say I am bold playful, open, and (usually at least a little) funny
I think that’s it about myself. But before we move onto my boundaries I will briefly explain what all my shortened words mean in case you do not understand them (ᵕ—ᴗ—) :
DNI : Do Not Interact
SFW : Safe For Work
NSFW : Not Safe For Work (18+)
tk : tickle
fics : fan fictions
Also, if any of my irls (or online friends that don’t know i like this stuff) found this blog. um. don’t tell me. or anyone else. just shhhhh keep it in your head.. pretend this never happened.. and stop scrolling for your own sanity
My boundaries ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
DNI if : You are a Lovejoy fan, a Wilbur fan, a Melanie Martinez fan, over 25 years old (with the exception of blogs i follow/interact with first), if you post NSFW content, if you are racist, a proshipper, xenophobic, homophobic, or transphobic. (or a nazi, anything like that honestly just get the hell away)
You are on thin ice if: You are a Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss fan, if you are a DTEAM fan, over 20 years old, someone who likes to argue, or just annoying.
Please interact if: You are in any fandom I’m in, if you are a fellow SFW tk blog, or if you’re just chilling :)
What you can/shouldn’t do ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
Here is a list of things i would be comfortable with and that you can do, followed by a list of things i would be uncomfortable with and that you should not do. The list of things you can do is if you do not fall in the DNI criteria of the previous list.
What you can do: Dm me to talk (IF you are not over 20 years old), ask for my socials (although, the most i’d probably give you are discord and tik tok) , give me non romantic compliments (e.g. “smart; funny; silly; …”), reblog or like my posts even if you are not a tk account (just don’t use a main tag for a fandom), send me asks, and just enjoy my content :)
What you shouldn’t do: Dm me in hopes of romance, dm me for sexual matters, tease me if i do not know you, ask for teases if i don’t know you, dm me in hopes of seeing my face/body, interact with me in any way if you are in the “DNI” category, give me weird pet names, sexualise me, or be weird.
Now that i’m done talking about myself, let’s talk about my blog.
About my blog ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
My blog has two “sides”, a non tk related side, and a tk related side. Regardless of what you are following me for, be aware that the other “side” exists.
About tk related things :
This is not a fetish, nor a kink, for me tickling is just a playful and cutesy thing between friends or characters.
I might post some more fics, headcanons, or other things. If I do post them, expect them to have characters from these fandoms (this is also the list you can request from if my fic requests are open!) :
- Ace Attorney
- Assassination Classroom
- Death Note
- Horimiya
- Jujutsu Kaisen
- Mob Psycho 100
- My Dress-Up Darling
- Project SEKAI
- SK8 the Infinity
- The Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo
- The Invisible Man and His Soon-to-Be Wife
- Undertale
- Witch Hat Atelier
- Wonder Egg Priority
(i am also in other fandoms, however, it is far less likely for me to repost stuff from those fandoms, so i left them out.)
Please understand that i cannot write for fandoms i know nothing about, so if you request a fic that contains characters from a show i have not watched, I will not be able to fulfill your request.
About fanfics :
As i said, the fandoms i’ll write for are the ones listed above. I am not good at writing fics, which is why my requests are usually always closed.
On the rare occasion that my requests ARE open, here’s a general set of rules you should follow if you want to request something/what i will and WON’T write :
What i will write :
- tk fics (obviously..)
- occasional fluff non tk fics
- x readers
- two characters from different fandoms (as well as i can manage)
- ships (ONLY LEGAL ONES!!!!!! No adult x minor or incest.)
What i won’t write :
- illegal ships
- smut/anything related to sexual stuff
- fics with characters from shows i have not watched
- stuff with feet…. sorry it just icks me out
- stuff with bondage… again sorry just an ick, most i’ll do is pinning someone down but NO restraints
- noncon, self explanatory
- fics with ocs (again, i can’t write for them if i don’t know them…)
My current fics (fic, rather..) :
The Disastrous Life Of Saiki.K :
- A Hero’s Weakness (lee!Saiki, Ler!Yuta)
About non tk related things :
I think i’ll mainly just reblog random poetry, art, or write about stuff happening in my life, nothing too hard to understand hopefully. If you found my blog because of those things, then welcome! There are no age limits for interacting with my regular, non tk related posts (so long as you’re normal about them and don’t make them sexual)
Once again, thanks for stopping by and thank you for reading my introduction. :)
vi outᯓ★
Started my blog on August 14th 2024 at 09:53am (CET)
(yes the exact time is necessary)
Last updated on June 4th 2026 at 15:10 (CEST) (˵ •̀ᴗ•́˵)و
A/N: @lovelynim I wish you a wonderful happy birthday~ How quickly did another year pass. I hope, that the new year will only have nice and exciting moments for you. It's my first time writing for these two, so I hope they're not too OOC. Have a great day and enjoy it to your fullest.
Summary: Surprise
Words: 1,689 words under the cut
The first sign that something was wrong was that Qifrey wasn't humming. Olruggio noticed it while sitting at the atelier's kitchen table, a steaming mug of herbal tea resting between his hands as he watched the other moving around.
Normally, Qifrey filled every room he entered with some sort of noise. Humming while organizing books, chatting with the girls or muttering to himself while drawing glyphs - even his footsteps somehow carried an energetic rhythm with them. Today, however, the atelier felt oddly quiet.
Not silent - Tetia had certainly made enough noise before the girls left for somewhere, but quiet enough that Olruggio found himself paying attention. He glanced toward the workshop. Qifrey had passed by the doorway three times in the last ten minutes. Each time carrying something different. First a stack of books, then a basket, then a bundle of cloth.
Every single time, he had spotted Olruggio watching and immediately turned around, avoiding his watchful eyes. It was suspicious. Olruggio took another sip of tea and waited. Sure enough, less than a minute later Qifrey appeared again. This time carrying absolutely nothing. The moment their eyes met, Qifrey smiled. "G-Good afternoon, Olruggio."
Olruggio raised an eyebrow. "...We've already spoken three times today." "Have we?" "Yes." "Oh." Qifrey laughed - it sounded forced, not as he remembered his friend laughing. The ravenhead narrowed his eyes. There it was again- that tiny hesitation, the almost imperceptible stiffness in Qifrey's shoulders. Most people wouldn't have noticed it.
Olruggio had known him for years. He noticed. Qifrey started backing away. "Well then, I should get back to-" "Qifrey." The witch froze. "Yes?" "What are you hiding?" Immediately, the white-haired smiled wider. "I'm not hiding anything." The answer came far too quickly.
"Mm." "Really." "Mm." A brief silence settled between them, then Qifrey pointed vaguely toward the workshop. "I- I have work to do." "You've been walking in circles for the last ten minutes, surely you can answer my question first." Qifrey blinked. "...Did I?" "Yes." "Oh."
Olruggio sighed. It was almost impressive. For someone so clever, Qifrey could be remarkably transparent whenever he became excited about something. The realization seemed to dawn on Qifrey as well. A faint blush crept across his cheeks. "Perhaps I am a little… distracted."
"That's one way to put it." Qifrey coughed. "Anyway." He turned, wanting to escape that situation as soon as possible, Olruggio wouldn’t let him though. The sound of a chair being pushed back could be heard- the sound made Qifrey stop. Slowly, he looked back over his shoulder. Olruggio was already walking towards him, stopping directly beside him.
"Tell me what you're hiding." "No." "Why not?" "Because it's a secret- aHh!" Qifrey immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. Olruggio's grin widened. "A secret, hm?" "..." "A secret from me." "It isn't like that." Qifrey looked away, the blush on his face deepened. That only made Olruggio more curious.
Whatever this was, it clearly mattered enough that Qifrey was willing to suffer through embarrassment to keep it hidden, which meant Olruggio absolutely needed to know. "For someone who claims to be mysterious," Olruggio said, "you're terrible at this." "I’m not." "You are." "Then why are you blushing?" "I am not blushing," Qifrey groaned.
Before he could retreat, Olruggio stepped behind him, cutting off his escape route. Years of friendship had taught him exactly how Qifrey reacted when cornered. Predictably, Qifrey immediately tried to sidestep and Olruggio caught him around the waist. "Olruggio!" The ravenhead rested his chin on Qifrey's shoulder. "Last chance, tell me what you’re hiding."
"No." "Tell me!" "NoOHoho." The answer dissolved into startled laughter as Olruggio's fingers found his sides, pressing softly into them. Qifrey jerked so hard he nearly knocked them both off balance. "Ah!" His hands immediately grabbed Olruggio's wrists, but that didn’t stop the other from his friendly interrogation.
Soft, helpless laughter spilled out of his lips before he could stop it. "Olruhuggiohoho! D-Dohohon't!" "Then talk." Qifrey squirmed in his grasp. The movement only made things worse. He had always been sensitive, unable to control his reactions when being touched.
Luckily, Olruggio was the only person who knew about it and made use of it whenever he felt like it or just wanted to mess with him. Years of friendship had told him that, and the other hadn't lost his skill, although it has been months since the last time he had suffered this treatment. He became painfully aware of this, when the other moved his fingers to his ribs.
Qifrey was laughing so hard he could barely stand anymore. "Ohohoho noHoho! NoOHhoot thehEhre!" "That's not an answer." "It means nohoHoho!" Olruggio couldn't help laughing himself. The sound of Qifrey's laughter was so infectious - bright and warm- completely different from the composed image he showed the rest of the world.
For a moment, Olruggio almost forgot he was interrogating him. "What are you hiding? Come on, you can tell me~" he asked again in a teasing voice, fingers wiggling to his stomach and around his navel. "Nahahaha! I cahahan't tell you!" "Why?" "Because then it wohohon't be a surprise!" The moment the words escaped him, Qifrey froze. Olruggio froze too.
Using the other’s distraction, Qifrey managed to wriggle free at last and stumbled forward triumphantly. "Forget I said that!" His victory lasted exactly two seconds. A stack of books lying on the floor caught his foot. Qifrey stumbled, tried to windmill with his arms to regain his footing, but fell with a thumb to the ground in the end. "WAHH!"
Both men were staring at each other, before laughing. Olruggio was the first to find his voice again. "Are you alright?" he asked, offering him a hand. Qifrey wiped a tear of mirth from his eye and accepted it, pulling himself up. "Yeah, thank you." "You're welcome." The moment he stood again, Olruggio noticed a quill resting on a nearby worktable and he smiled.
He still had something to do. Qifrey saw the look on his face but before he could even try to start another attempt to run away, Olruggio had cornered him against a wall, looming over him like a predator, the quill having disappeared from the table.
"You still haven't answered my question yet." "Don't-" Qifrey panted. Olruggio gently brushed the feather beneath Qifrey's chin, making the white-haired squeaked. "HIYAH!" The sound startled both of them. Olruggio immediately lost all self-control and laughed while Qifrey covered his face. "Ihit tiHickles!" "I hope it does, old friend~"
The feather danced lightly across the side of Qifrey's neck, sliding along his ear. The reaction didn't take long to come. "AHAHHAH! IHIHIHI!" Qifrey jumped nearly a foot into the air. "Oh, that's even worse than when I tickled your sides." "O-OHohHlru- ehHEHEHeh!"
The feather returned to tease the soft skin under his chin and Qifrey bend his head to his side in a fruitless try to escape its touch, dissolving into helpless giggles. "Hihihihi!" "There?" "N-Nohoho!" "How about here~" The feather brushed his neck again, leaving a trace of goosebumps. Qifrey let out another high-pitched squeal and slapped a hand over his mouth.
Unfortunately, that happened at the exact moment the front door opened. The workshop fell silent. Both men froze. Coco, Agott, Tetia, and Richeh stood in the doorway. "..." "..." "..." Tetia blinked. "Um." Qifrey's face turned scarlet. Olruggio lowered the quill behind his back, taking a step back from his friend, who still was corned to the wall.
Coco looked between them, both clearly trying not to look at her. An awkward silence followed. Thankfully, Tetia burst forward before anyone could ask questions. "Master Qifrey! We finished everything!" Qifrey immediately seized the opportunity. "Excellent!" he clapped his hands together - his voice cracked halfway through the word though.
Olruggio coughed into his hand. Agott narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What exactly were you two doing?" "Nothing." The answer came simultaneously from both men. That only made it look worse. Richeh tilted her head. "Why are you both red?" "No reason." "Absolutely no reason." Another suspicious silence followed. Then Coco smiled.
"We actually came back because we wanted to surprise Master Olruggio." Olruggio blinked. "What?" "We planned a picnic." "A picnic?" Tetia nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we prepared everything this morning." "We wanted it to be a surprise," Richeh added. Coco grinned. "You always help everyone, so we thought it'd be nice to do something for you."
For a moment, Olruggio simply stared at them, processing what they had said. Then his ears turned red - very red - and he immediately looked away. "...You didn't have to do that," he mumbled. "We wanted to." The girls smiled. Olruggio rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with being the center of attention. Qifrey noticed it instantly.
The teasing smile that appeared on his face was one Olruggio knew very well. "Olruggio is touched." "I'm not." "He definitely is, good job everyone." Olruggio shot him a glare and Qifrey's grin only widened. That’s for earlier. Thankfully, he redirected the girls before they could focus on Olruggio's embarrassment any further.
"Well then, let's go everyone." The girls immediately began talking excitedly about everything they had prepared as they made their way out. As they headed outside, Coco glanced back at the two adults walking behind them and smiled to herself.
Master Qifrey and Master Olruggio really were good friends - though she could've sworn she'd heard a lot more laughing than usual before they opened the door. She shook her head. Surely, she had only imagined it, she thought before joining Tetia and the others.
Behind them, Qifrey and Olruggio followed at a more relaxed pace. For a moment, neither said anything, then Qifrey leaned slightly closer. "They almost caught us, be more careful next time!" Olruggio snorted. "So, you want me to tickle you again?"
Qifrey looked horrified at the other's teasing grin, then both men laughed with Olruggio patting his back in a friendly manner. The argument settled, they continued after the girls, side-eying one another with matching smirks as the afternoon sun warmed the path ahead.
hai haaaaaai!!!! maya you the goat your art is so peakistan could thou pleasings draw WHA tk art…… i’d love love love either ler Qifrey with his daughters (they’re litcherally his kids) or maybe lee Qifrey 👀👀👀👀👀 howevers the choice be yours
MY SMELLYS... thank u!!! YOU are the goat too!!!!!!! stay tuned for more wha content. ..eventually
A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. yes i have officially written for jjk ! i have been in immense hyper fixation for the longest time and im afraid i will only write for them for a while muhaha! no beta we die like blobkuna >:) - bunny 🔮
The curse alarms rang through the dorms, alerting all students and faculty to the high use of cursed energy throughout the building. A safety precaution, merely to stop any threats of unsuspecting curse attacks, but now? Now the blaring was caused by none other than Jujutsu High’s own students. The ringing of the bell thumped in time with the pounding of Gojo’s heart rate, as he raced through what felt like never-ending hallways.
Behind him, hot on his heels, was his best friend, Suguru Geto, chasing him down with the most predatory look one could acquire. Gojo dared to steal a glance, and upon looking, he let out a less than manly squeal, before trying to pick up the pace. The curse spirit manipulator was pulling out his largest curses just to obstruct Gojo’s path, consequently triggering all the alarms within the radius. “Come back here, Satoru!” Suguru called, taking a very ungracious turn around the corner when Satoru did.
“Stay away from me, you heathen!” The Six Eyes user cursed. He was so close to his room, he could almost taste freedom.
The two bounded around the academy, weaving their way around corners and swivelling past anyone that had the misfortune of crossing paths with them in their current situation. They narrowly avoided toppling principal Yaga over in the process. The man glared at the two, hurling curses and threats in their direction but neither of them payed him any mind, they were far too busy lost in their own bubble of mirth to acknowledge anyone but them. When Gojo finally saw the pass for his room, he dove through the door, almost managing to lock it behind him before Geto could weasel his way in. Maybe in another universe, Gojo had made it in time. Unfortunately for his unparalleled universe, the raven haired boy had tackled him onto the floor just as he opened the door to his room.
The boys tussled around on the carpet, causing enough friction for Gojo’s already disheveled hair to stand up on end. “Suguru, get off! You are such an asshole, you really had to chase me through the entire building for this?!” Satoru complained, while still batting off his best friend’s hands. Suguru chuckled.
“Oh, cmon Satoru, all of this hassle could have been avoided if you’d have just answered my question honestly.”
“I did! I answered your stupid question and you chased me down anyway. Like the barbarian you are!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp as Suguru managed to pin his arms to his chest, perching himself comfortably on his thighs. Suguru’s eyes trailed over Satoru’s body and the white haired boy felt every nerve in his body light up with just a glance. The other hummed.
“No, I said answer honestly. You clearly lied to me, or you wouldn’t have taken off the way you did. Poor Satoru, who fought tooth and nail to not get caught, but look at where he is now.” The smug smirk on Suguru’s face was borderline sadistic as he purred out tease. Gojo kissed his teeth and grimaced.
“That was honest. I’m the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern world, that question should have an obvious answer.” And that bratty comment caused Suguru to click his tongue in amusement.
“Is that so? I wasn’t aware that a requirement for being the strongest meant that you weren’t allowed to be ticklish.” There it was! An insanely obvious pink hue settled itself on the eldest’s face, not going unnoticed by his cocky bastard of a best friend. “Oh? Have something you want to say, Satoru?”
“You- Of course not! I’m not ticklish, that’s for stupid and weak sorcerers like you, Suguru. I, of course, am able to withstand such childish activities.”
“Oh really?” The shorter raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely.” Gojo huffed out his chest in pride, as far as Geto’s arms bounding him would allow.
“So you didn’t flinch when I accidentally pinched you earlier?” He asked. Holding Satoru’s arms across his body securely, Suguru used his free hand to briefly tweak at the other’s sides. Anyone else would have assumed that Gojo hadn’t moved a muscle at the action, but with Suguru being so in tune with Satoru’s every little move, he didn’t miss the way his muscles slightly tensed up and how his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. How interesting. “And you absolutely, most definitely didn’t flinch when i touched you right there?” He continued.
“Nope. If it weren’t for the fact that your fat ass is literally crushing me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to feel your presence, it bothers me that little.” Geto snorted at the quip.
“Well then, you would probably be the worst curse user in all of history if you weren’t able to feel me right now.” And then there was a lull as Suguru scanned over his friend again. Gojo tried not to writhe under his scrutinising looks, he tried to keep it to a mere shuffle to not show how nervous he truly was.
“Not ticklish, you say?”
“How many times do I have to tell you, no I-I’m n-ngh! Would you stop that!” In the middle of his sentence, Geto delivered another poke to Gojo’s already quivering tummy. The muscle tightened and twitched on impact, making it harder to put up the front that Gojo is working hard to keep up. The dark haired man snickered. However painfully annoying Gojo was at times, he could also be so undeniably cute. Suguru use his two index fingers to walk a gentle path from the bottom of Gojo’s hip all the way to his top ribs, and he relished in the shudder it caused in the elder.
“So, I suppose it really wouldn’t bother you if I tested out my theory, yes?” He inquired. The question caused Gojo to stutter. He couldn’t be serious!
“No, I don’t t-think that’s necessary, Suguru.” He cursed at the way his own voice wobbled. “Cmon, let’s just forget this and go and play poke- n-nO fuhuck! s-stop that!” Satoru had to clench his jaw the second he felt Suguru’s nibble fingers pinching a line up his ribs. The touch was gentle and warm, all the things Suguru is to Satoru, the softness usually making him feel so comfortable. But right now, his stomach felt like it was doing backflips and his teeth ground together just to stop the titters threatening to escape. He could fight this, he thought. He’s Gojo Satoru, and he’d be damned if he let some tickling affect him. The shorter boy was still trailing his ribs with soft fluttering techniques, and he smiled down at his friend, who had slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Careful, Satoru, I think I almost heard a giggle there. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re ticklish, do you?” He teased. His voice was low and sultry, in a way that made Gojo want to hollow purple him half way across the world. A furious blush began to rise on his cheeks, both from holding in his laughter and from the teasing voice. Geto then began to skitter his fingers lightly across his tummy, watching how Gojo began to twitch to the side. “You know, if you want to escape this so bad, you could just put up infinity. It surely can’t be that much of a distraction for you to not be able to use it.” Geto chided. That bastard. He was right, though. It absolutely shouldn’t be that hard to put up infinity under such minimal pressure. He was the strongest sorcerer in the world, a few touches shouldn’t stop him. Yet, the truth of the matter is, Gojo had been trying - and evidently failing - to get his infinity up for the last two minutes. They both felt the loose cursed energy hang in the air like an unspoken truth, before immediately fizzling out when Geto flexed his fingers the tiniest amount. How humiliating.
“G-Go fuHuck yours-sehelf, Suguru.” The older choked back. He tried not to look at his friend, tried to avoid eye contact because he knew that would be the one thing to break him. His heels began to dig into the carpet. He felt an involuntary grin being etched onto his face, behind his hands.
“Oh, that’s not very nice. I thought I was your best friend, Satoru.”
“As if. I’m g-gohonna kiHIll you, Suhuguru!” Oh shit. The dam was breaking. Small huffs of laughter were beginning to slip through the cracks and he still could not get his damn infinity up! He heard Geto hum and threatened to crack an eye open, just in time to watch the other slightly roll up his shirt. A devastating pause.
“Do you think this is ticklish, Satoru?”
“Is wha- gAH! no! Y-Yohohou fuhUhucker!” Nothing could have prepared Gojo for an index finger to be planted right into his navel and subsequently scratch around the edges. He arched his back to the side and began twisting his head in ticklish agony. A bright flurry of giggles and chortles were coming out of the wood works and not even god himself could stop them now.
“Oh, look Satoru! We’ve found your laughter after all. Oh, that’s good, I was starting to think maybe I had gotten this all wrong.” Geto snarked, a shit eating grin taking over his features. “Or perhaps I am still wrong. Tell me, Satoru, does it tickle or not?” Suguru bastard Geto. Gojo, trapped in this very unfamiliar sensation, was struggling to comprehend what he should do. Should he cover his mouth to stop the laughter? Cover his face to hide his embarrassment? Cover his tickle spots so Suguru’s hands couldn’t reach them? Or should he just scrap every idea in that pile and kick his best friend in the balls to get away. All such viable options. His mind races a mile a minute and still it wouldn’t be able to catch up to the speed in which his laughter was coming out in.
“Suguhuhuru!“ He yelped, grabbing his best friend’s wrists. “S-Suhuuhugu! FuhuhUHuchk off! Shit! Whehehere’s my infinihihity!” He cursed continuously, feeling how Geto had thrown his other hand into the fray. One hand digging in his navel and the other one skittering across his ribs in the most torturous of ways. Gojo began to contort his body to try and escape, but Geto kept a solid weight pinning him down. “Fuhuhuck Suhuhuhugu- I-I can’t! Ihihi cahaHAHan’t.”
“Sure you can, Satoru! You can and you will.” There was a sick and sadistic smile on the younger’s face right now. “All you have to do is admit to me how utterly and helplessly ticklish you are, and I’ll let you go.”
The look on Gojo’s face was comical as he cried out “Hehehell no!” Stubborn as ever. Suguru tsked at the attitude.
“That’s fine by me, I can keep this up all day. I wonder where else you’re sensitive. Hmm, let me see…” His voice trailed off as he went back to overseeing which ticklish spots would be his next victim. Gojo saw a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Whahatehever you’re t-thihinking don’t you even dar- Suhuguru! NYAHAhahahaha gohohohohohod!” Satoru screeched when hands shot under his arms, burying themselves and solidifying an unruly, ticklish sensation. His arms clamps by his sides, head thrown back and back arching, trying everything to stop the feeling. Suguru chuckled at the state of his best friend.
“Nya haha? You do make the strangest sounds, Satoru, quite adorable if you ask me.” His voice was dripping in honey and Gojo really was finding it hard to compute what he was saying while being over taken by laughter. “Tell me, Satoru, are you Gojo Satoru because you’re ticklish or are you ticklish because you’re Gojo Satoru?” He punctuated his statement by drilling further into the boy’s armpits, the fabric of his uniform hardly acting as a barrier for the ticklish onslaught.
“EEYAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi- fuhuhuHUCK! I’m gohohonna- g-geheheht yohohohou so bahad!” He cried. The taller’s arms cradled around his chest, his body began to give up on him and his jerking was slowing down. He had no choice but to take his very sensitive punishment. “Suhuhuhuhuhguuhuhu!” It came out as a whine from the back of his throat enveloped in between his giggles.
“Tohoruhu.” Suguru mocked back.
“M-Mohohohove p-plEHEAse! ihihihihi cahahahan’t.” He was becoming desperate as tears of mirth began to glisten in his crinkled eyes. Suguru chuckled, admiring the way his best friend’s nose crinkled with laughter.
“Begging already? You really want me to move away from this spot?” A half rhetorical question that was answered with a desperate nod. He grinned like the cheshire cat. “Oh, alright. Since you finally learned what manners are. Let’s see… where haven’t we been yet, Toru?” He scanned and searched the expanse of Gojo’s vulnerable frame, in search of the final kill. His fingers pinched and prodded anywhere he could get his hands on in search of a singular spot that would get him the reaction he wanted. His hunt for that spot was soon over when he lightly skittered his nails across the other’s inner thigh, rewarding him with a jolt unlike any other. Suguru smirked.
“Satoru~” He purred and Gojo felt his stomach drop. Geto shifted slightly, just enough so that he was able to pry the taller’s legs open and have easy access to his thighs. “Is there anything you want to say before I do what we both know I’m going to do?” He cocked his head to the side playfully as he watched his friend’s legs start scrambling for purchase.
Suguru almost had to cover his ears from the volume of the absolute shrill scream that ripped out of Gojo’s throat. His back arched briefly before slamming down simply at a few nails scribbling against his inner thigh. Every nerve ending in his system was suddenly alight and screaming at him to get away from the feeling. His already heightened senses felt like they’d been dialled up to 100, his laughter coming out in roars, howls and chortles. Gojo reached up to pull at his own hair, physically feeling like he was being driven to madness at the feeling.
“Oh, I like this spot, Satoru. Look how it’s gotten you all worked up.” Geto’s voice was barely audible above Gojo’s screams. He felt devious enough to dig his index fingers into a spot well too close to the other’s groin and indulged in the involuntary snort that followed after. “Honestly, Satoru, you’re laughing so much it’s making me forget how oh so not-ticklish you are.” He couldn’t take it anymore. The white haired man was convinced that if he laughed anymore he was either going to piss himself or pass out, whichever more embarrassing method came first. He made a mental note to never mess with Suguru again, deciding to put his pride aside for the sake of his sanity.
“OHOHOKAY! ohohkahahahay OKAY! ihihiHIHIHI LIHIHIHED!” He screamed. It was honestly a mission just to get those words out. “ihihihi— JEHEHEHESUS! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Bingo.
“Oh? But that can’t be right, Satoru. You’re not ticklish, remember?” In hindsight, Suguru was an asshole, and he should have expected the teasing.
“GohOHOHOhohoho f—fuhuhuhuck yohoURSEHELF! NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! SuhUHUHU— gahahahahad plehehehease!” The tear streaks were beginning to make his face feel sticky and his jaw hurt from smiling so much. “P-Plehehehehehase ihihiIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! I— *snort* MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP.”
There was an incredible sense of self-satisfaction that Geto felt when he finally pulled his hands away. Gojo lay there, writhing and clutching his stomach with residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. His whole face was flushed with a bright red and his white hair was sticking up in several directions. This is what true victory felt like. Geto pulled himself away and sat by Gojo on the floor, watching him come back to reality. A dazed, tickle induced smile remained on his face.
“You alright there, dude? You look like you’re coming down from the most insane high right now.” He snickered. He was absolutely right.
“Ihihif yohou tell a-anyone abohout thihis, I am gohoing to hollow purple you ihinto next week.”
The giggly threat was enough to bring Suguru’s own laughter out, and suddenly the room was filled with two sources of laughter. He smiled fondly at his best friend, his one and only, before holding out his hand to pull him up.
I absolutely missed the interaction of Reigen (aka the unofficial father of many children) and Teruki.
So I tried to fix it—
(I apologize for the crooked Japanese at one point, I decided to show off with the translator and I have no idea how correct everything is written there, haha)
Summary: Geto decides to be a menace to you for no reason... but you're not complaining.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Geto
A/N: This is for the anon that asked about a Geto x Reader fic!! I hope you enjoyy ~
It was one of those rare, blissful afternoons when everything felt still. No missions, no cursed spirits, and no obligations demanding your attention. Geto laid stretched across the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the picture of ease. His long, dark hair fanned across the cushion, catching the late afternoon light.
You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, flipping through a book, but your mind wandered as you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. He looked way too smug, like he had a secret you weren’t in on.
“You’re fidgeting,” Geto murmured without moving, his voice smooth and low, with just a hint of amusement.
“I’m not fidgeting,” you said defensively, shifting your legs.
His lips curled into a small, lazy smirk. “You are.” His golden eyes slid open, sharp and observant, and you knew immediately... you were doomed.
“What’s that look for?” you asked, suddenly wary.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, the smirk never leaving his face. “You just seem... bored.” He pushed himself upright with a stretch, muscles shifting beneath his loose shirt. "And I think you’re about five seconds away from regretting that.”
You blinked. “What-"
Before you could finish, Geto pounced with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to take you apart. His hands shot to your sides, his fingers fluttering across your ribs.
“HAHA-WAIT! Getoho!” you burst out, twisting wildly under his touch, but there was no escape. His hands were merciless, digging into every ticklish spot they could find.
“You’ve made a mistake,” Geto said in a soft, almost sing-song voice, his smile widening as your laughter grew louder. “And now I have to fix it.”
“Gehehet-hahaha! Stohohop!!” you gasped, trying to shove his hands away, but he was quick, dodging your frantic attempts with ease.
“Stop?” he repeated, feigning innocence as his hands skittered down to your waist. "You’re laughing too much to mean that.”
“I mehehehean it!! Hahaha! I SWEHEHEAR!!"
He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. His hands slowed, just enough to give you hope, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips right to your ribs.
"Wait NOHOHO-"
The raspberry was loud and obnoxious, sending a shockwave of tingling vibrations through your skin. Your laughter exploded uncontrollably.
“HAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHETOHOHO!” you shrieked, thrashing beneath him, but he only grinned wider.
“Look at you,” he teased, blowing another raspberry just beneath your ribs. “I didn’t know you were this ticklish.”
“YOU-NAHAHA-ARE THE WORST!”
“Oh?” His voice was light, playful, but his hands were relentless. His long fingers danced along your belly, then dipped into the space between your ribs. Another raspberry followed, this time against your stomach.
“NAHAHAH OKAHAHAHAY, OKAY!!” you pleaded between gasps of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t breheheheathe!”
Geto chuckled, clearly having too much fun to stop. “You should’ve thought of that before,” he murmured, blowing a smaller raspberry on the soft spot near your collarbone.
You practically howled. “I HATE YOU! Hahaha! I-stop, I mean it!"
“No, you don’t,” he said with a soft laugh, his voice velvety and smug. “Admit it, you’re having fun.”
You tried your best to glare at him through your laughter, but it was impossible to keep a straight face when he was still attacking your ribs.
“Okay-hahaha-MERCY!” you finally cried, flailing helplessly beneath him.
For a moment, Geto pretended to consider it, tilting his head with an exaggerated look of thought. Then, with one last smirk, he blew a final raspberry right at the crook of your neck.
“HAHAHA! NO MORE!” you yelped, slamming your hands against the floor in surrender.
At last, Geto relented, leaning back and giving you a moment to catch your breath. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with a satisfied gleam in his eye.
“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, still panting.
“You’re the one who couldn’t stop laughing,” Geto pointed out with a smug grin.
You shot him a half-hearted glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his rare, genuine smile was lighting up his entire face. He looked way too pleased with himself, and you knew this wasn’t over.
“Next time,” you warned, still catching your breath, “you’re the one getting raspberries. And I’m not going easy on you.”
Geto chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to try,” he said, his voice low and challenging, a promise wrapped in silk.
He gave you a teasing wink, ruffling your hair as he stood up and stretched. “Better luck next time.”
You sat there, still grinning despite yourself, already plotting your revenge. One thing was certain: the next time Geto let his guard down, he was going to be the one laughing.
Woooow! Been a while since I've written something so out of the blue! With everything going on in the show, I needed something softer ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I know Sukuna is the bad guy but.... Come ooooon, he's so scrummy! XD
You'll have to use your imagination with this one! I know that this isn't how Sukunas powers work with Itadori, being able to possess individual limbs and control them at times, but FICTION BABY! It can work how I want! ヽ(^○^)ノ
Please enjoy! Weeee!!
Summary: Itadori is having a rest day, enjoying the peace when a certain curse pops up, claiming he's bored and starts causing trouble!
Lee!Itadori, Ler!Sukuna
Tw: Lil swearing
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Peace. That was something that didn't occur very often at Jujutsu High School. So when it did, it was taken advantage of.
Yuji was resting in his dorm, recovering from an injury he sustained during his training, playing games on his phone in a comfy reclined position, his strained ankle propped up on a cushion.
"Tsk..." He sighed, watching his mobile screen flash with the words 'Game Over' as he failed a second time to beat that level.
Try again.
The level started up again, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he tapped the coloured blocks and pointers, trying his best to win. He felt a numbness creep up into his fingers, that sensation when you've been laying with your phone for too long.
Game Over. "Darn it..." He huffed, shaking out his hand, flexing his fingers to try rid them of the tingling pins and needles before starting the level again.
A few moments into the game, he realised his left hand, the one that was feeling tingly, had gone completely numb. Yet, he was still playing the game and winning, too! That's when it clicked. It wasn't pins and needles.
"Hey-" He lightly bonked his numb hand with the other, scowling as he watched his thumb continue to play against his will. Sukunas little mouth appearing on the back of said hand.
"What?" The curse grumbled.
"Gimme my arm back, right now." Yuji demanded, taking the phone from his, well, Sukunas grip. The other grumbled in protest, an eye and a mouth morphing from Yujis cheek.
"Come on, brat. I'm bored. You've been sitting here all day! Entertain me!" The curse sneered, irrigated by Yujis scolding.
"I've been sitting here all day because I'm injured. Now, gimme my arm back or-"
"Just let me play on that telephone device, I'm getting the hang of that game you were playing."
Yuji snickered. "Pff- Telephone device. Oi!-" He gasped as his possessed hand tried to snatch his phone away. "No! You're not even supposed to be controlling my arm right now!"
"Come on! You're no good at that game anyway!" Sukuna argued, still trying to grab the phone away. It was an odd sight. Fighting with your own arm isn't something anyone would ever get used to seeing or doing.
Yuji sat up, holding the phone over his head, trying to keep it away from the arm Sukuna had control over. "Quit it! I said no!"
"You greedy brat! Clearly, that Gojo fool hasn't taught you any manners!" He seeithed with rage, suddenly ramming his possessed hand up under Yujis arm.
"GYAH!?" The other yelped, bringing his arm down to try and protect himself as a tickling sensation shot through his core. "Hehey! C-Cut that out!" He scolded through his choked giggling as he tried to hold it in.
"Ha! What a pathetic weakness to have." Sukuna sneered, using Yujis possessed arm to attack him with tickling. He knew not to actually harm the boy, not yet anyway.
"W-Who the heheck taught you this!? Stohop!"
"I've witnessed you be tickled by Gojo and your other worthless human friends many times. You always lose pitifully the moment any of them touch you."
Itadori grabbed onto his possessed wrist, trying to pull it away as he clamped his arm down. "Cut it ohohout! KyahaAHAHAAA! NohoOO!"
He squealed, feeling Sukunas clawed fingers scratching over his ribs. Getting tickled by yourself would usually be impossible, but when your own damn arm has been possessed, it's a whole different and ridiculous situation!
"Yeah, that's right, kid. Suffer! Scream for mercy under my hand!" Sukuna laughed, enjoying the fact he could bully Yuji like this without any repercussions.
"Enough! Suhuhukuna! Ahaha! Get ohoff! WAH-!" He yelped as Sukuna clawed at his tummy, making him curl up like a woodlouse, giggling and hiccuping with a smile on his face.
"Kyahaha! N-Nohot thehehere! Thihis is stupid!"
"Not as stupid as you look. Tickling yourself. Imagine if someone were to walk in right now? Perhaps you should hand over the telephone device and let me entertain myself." The curse smirked from Itadoris cheek, squeezing up and down his side.
"Noho WAHAahahaAY! Aha!"
Sukuna chuckled at Yujis reactions, cruely digging into the boys hip as his safe hand swatted and blocked the attacks with all his might.
"I didn't want to have to do this to you, boy. But you've left me no choice. You are simply too disrespectful." Then, something awful happened. Truly devastating.
Both Yujis arms went numb.
"No, no, no, no, no! WAHAHAIT!" Poor Yuji didn't stand a chance, he was attacked on both sides by his own hands. Hugging himself as Sukuna tickled up and down the defenseless sides.
"Fuhuhuck! Ahah! Noho! Shiiiit! GyahAHAAA!"
He arched his back, his legs kicking into the mattress, scuffing up the sheets as he flailed.
"Eeheheee! Mehercy!"
"Mercy? You do know who you're talking to, right?" Sukuna grinned, rolling up Itadoris shirt and raking his fingers up and down his exposed abs. "How do you like that? Hmm~?"
"NYAHAHA! Fahaha-!... *gasp* PLEeeEHEHESE!" The vessel gasped and wheezed, fighting for a breath between his laughter.
He was stuck on his back like an upturned turtle, his legs flailing as he shook his head, messing his hair up something awful whilst Sukuna tickled his ribs with devilish precision, drumming and kneading into each bone.
"Such a fragile body. Tickling really is a problem for you, isn't it? Your poor sensetive flesh, so easily manipulated."
"Shuhut uuup! WaaAHAHA! T-Thihis isn't fahair!"
His high-pitched boyish cackling echoed down the hallways of the school.
"I can't breheEEEHEHEATHE! PFF- Aaaaha! *hic* NYAHA- *hic* AAAH-!" He hiccuped between bouts of laughter. His cheeks were a rosy red glow as he squeezed his eyes shut.
The curse laughed at him as he struggled, completely helpless as Sukuna dug circles into his hips. "Foolish boy... Are you going to be kind and allow me to entertain myself in exchange for my mercy?"
"Fuhuck it! Yes! Yes FINE! Juhust staAHAaahap!"
"Hmm... No."
"WHAT?! B-But yyYYAHAHA!" Itadori howled with laughter as Sukuna dug into his armpits, clawing and shaking his fingers into the vulnerable pits. "NO! NohoHOOO! HahaAHAHAAA! STAAAAHAP!"
"Now, what was it that stupid Gojo would say when he's punishing you with this method? Aah, something along the lines of... Tickle, tickle, tickle~" Sukuna sneered a cruel toothy grin. He was going to enjoy this.
After some time, the tickling finally stopped. Itadori was laid on his front now after managing to flip himself during the struggle. His clothes were ruffled and rolled up in various spots where Sukuna had gained access for tickles.
He panted heavily with his cheek squished into his pillow as he watched Sukuna play the game on his phone that he had just been tortured over.
Still not in control of one of his arms, the boy sighed, wiping his forehead with the other arm, shaking out the numbness as it returned to normal.
Game Over. Sukuna grumbled, tossing the phone aside after just a few minutes. "Bored now."
"You son of a-!"
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flat color commission for @ssnicker-doodless , ft reigen and serizawa from mob psycho! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟmy bf and i watched the first season of this a while back. reigen is definitely one of those types that you would imagine just being tremendously sensitive ♡ (⇀ 3 ↼) here is a sweet and cuddly scene brought to you by the lovely snicker-chan.
