princeofashe

[princeofashe]

Missing You

[princeofashe]

PLAY ME

contents: sukuna x f! reader, fluff, suggestive, pet names (baby, pretty girl), college/modern au

wordcount: 1k

Sukuna doesn’t usually go for women like you. He doesn’t necessarily have type, never has. Sukuna likes small women and big women, shy women and outgoing women. If he can get his dick wet he’s happy, really.

You’re different somehow. He’s not really sure why. Usually, he loses interest after a few days, but you’ve somehow kept his and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

It all started when he saw you at that stuffy frat party weeks ago. You were laughing. Loudly. Your head was thrown back and the skin around your eyes crinkled and you looked exceptionally pretty right in that moment. Sukuna immediately stopped, because what the actual fuck?

Sukuna doesn’t find girls pretty. He finds them fuckable, or hot, maybe. He never finds them pretty.

That’s why he quickly walks past you into the kitchen, grabbing a vodka bottle from someone and roughly downing half of the bottle. He wakes up the next morning in some girl's bed and leaves before she wakes up.

This is where the fucking curse starts. Sukuna sees you everywhere now. He spots you on campus, he spots you at the cafe where Gojo forces him to study, he spots you at his favourite bar.

You’re always vibrant. You’re always smiling. You’re fucking annoying.

Which is why he wishes he wasn’t here right now. You’re at the other end of the table, on Nanami’s back. You peek out from behind the blonde’s shoulder, slightly pocking your tongue out as you aim for the cup on the table in front of him.

Gojo, who’s unfortunately Sukuna’s beer pong partner, and who’s also drunk out of his mind, is teasingly telling you how you can’t do it. You wink at him in return, and throw the ball, landing it perfectly in the cup.

You and Nanami immediately erupt into cheers as he spins you both around. His arms are hooked under your knees and you wrap your arms around his neck. Sukuna isn’t sure why he’s feeling so annoyed about this. He notices that Nanami seems more lively than usual. That only bothers him some more.

Gojo goes to drink the beer in the cup before Sukuna quickly grabs it and downs the contents. “Hey, I was going to drink that!” Gojo whines and Sukuna shoots him a glare.

“Fuck off, you’re wasted,” he states. He looks back at his opponents, only to find Haibara standing next to Nanami instead of you.

What the fuck?

He’s still not sure, but he excuses himself to the bathroom then, ignoring Gojo’s whines as he disappears into a flurry of sweaty bodies and yelling people. He doesn’t go to the bathroom. Instead, he finds you in the kitchen, sitting on the kitchen counter with a water bottle in your hand.

“You not gonna finish the game?” he asks and you look at him questioningly. “No, Haibara wanted to play,” you reply, before motioning to the water bottle.

“And I was thirsty,” you finish, before taking another sip of your water. Sukuna hums. He walks closer to you so that he’s standing between your legs and he smiles at you as your eyes slightly widen. His fingers drum over your thighs and you swallow your water before putting it aside.

“Your name is Sukuna, right?” you ask and he nods, pleased that his reputation precedes him. His hands are on your hips now, running up and down your sides.

“Yeah, what’s your name, baby?” he asks and you give him your name. You don’t go to stop his hands, although you fully know what kind of guy Sukuna is. Something about the way he looks at you intrigues you, enough to let him play his little game.

Sukuna repeats your name back to you as if he’s tasting the word. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he states and you raise your brows, a small scoff leaving your lips. Sukuna is taken aback for a second, surprised by your reaction. Your usual sunshine demeanour seems to have been reserved for other people.

“Okay,” you say, dragging out the syllables. “Listen, Sukuna,” he can’t help but think his name sounds so pretty on your lips. “Why don’t we skip the games and you tell me what you want?” you ask, slightly tilting your head to the side.

Sukuna isn’t really sure what happens next, but one thing is certain — you have him completely wrapped around your finger. You let him lead you to his apartment (and Sukuna never takes his hookups home, that is, until now) and before he can register anything, you are in his bed.

You’re stripped out of your pretty dress and left on his white sheets in a pretty lingerie set. Pink, he notices. That’s when he realizes he’s been played. He takes you in in all of your glory, eyes running over your curves.

It’s when he has you here, splayed out on his sheets, gasping into his ear that he realizes that he’s fucked. Like, utterly, completely, thoroughly fucked.

It isn’t even your body, although he enjoys that part very much. It’s the ways your eyes shine when you smile, how your lips look all kiss-bitten and red, how you hum in his ear and tell him he’s doing a good job.

Sukuna’s utterly weak in the knees. You’ve turned them into goo. You’ve turned him into goo. His brain is mushy, his fingers fumble. He dreads your reaction, dreads the frown on your face, but you’re all giggles and smiles, guiding him with such effortlessness.

And the next morning you’re gone.

Sukuna figures. Everything good always leaves. Your side of the bed is cold, offputtingly so. Like something’s missing. That’s how it goes. That’s why he’s like this. He forgot why he keeps his distance, but he promises to never ever do that again. He shouldn’t have let you bulldoze his carefully crafted walls so easily—

Wait.

Is that toast?

Sukuna follows the smell into his kitchen, where you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and that lovely pair of pink panties. He can see the bitemarks and handprints on your thighs that he made sure to leave last night. Staking his claim.

You turn around and you smile, lighting up his dull bachelor kitchen. Sukuna feels the desire to buy a plant. Or some more cutlery, perhaps.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,”

denial is a river in egypt.

also idk if i made this clear enough, but this isn’t some “not like other girls” propaganda, sukuna is just a fucking idiot

thank you for reading! <3

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[princeofashe]

“You wanna fight?”

“No, what the fuck?”

Sukuna looks at you with a sort of disturbed look in his eyes. You're sat at the other end of the sofa, phone in hand, and you look back expectantly, as though what you just said is perfectly normal.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks. You tilt your head to the side.

"You just look like someone who wants to fight," you reply.

Sukuna's eye twitches. It's not unusual for you to say shit like this. He should be used to it by now, in all honesty. It's like you want to vex him, like it thrills you to get a rise out of him.

You go back to scroll on your phone. Sukuna watches you for a bit longer, knowing that you're not done with your teasing yet. Without looking up from your phone, you do exactly as he predicted you to.

"Who do you think would win a fight?" you ask. Sukuna raises his brow in disbelief. Sometimes he wonders where you get the confidence to act like this around him. It's truly incredible to him.

"I would, obviously," he replies. You look up from your phone again. A small smile grows on your lips.

"Nah, I'd win," you reply.

In a flash, Sukuna is on you, pinning you to the sofa. You laugh loudly as your hands are pinned above your head and Sukuna straddles you.

"Still think you'd win, brat?" he asks, hovering right above you. His breath fans your lips, and you smile. "Mmmmh, absolutely," you reply, before you close the gap between you, kissing him softly.

Sukuna immediately falls under your spell and kisses you back. You hum into his mouth as he licks your bottom lip, and you allow him entrance. You gasp as Sukuna sits up, cupping your face so he doesn't have to stop kissing you before you're placed in his lap. You comply and straddle him, moaning into his mouth as you grind down on his clothed bulge.

Sukuna sucks on your tongue, his hands digging into your hips as he guides you in small circles. Eyes closed, he allows himself to get lost in the paradise that you provide. A small oasis where he doesn't have to think about anything other than you, you, you.

Slap.

Sukuna opens his eyes. You pull away and grin victoriously at him, your hand still on his cheek where you just gave him the lightest smack known to mankind. Sukuna gapes at you, barely comprehending what just happened.

"See? I won," you say, holding back laughter as Sukuna blinks. Once. Twice.

"You have five seconds to fucking run."

You giggle manically as you get off his lap and run towards the stairs. Sukuna watches you, deciding to give you a few more seconds of careless happiness before he comes after you.

Because once he catches you, he's going to absolutely ruin you.

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[princeofashe]

to our good n bad days , he’ll pick u in every lifetime @sanatomis 💌 !

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀… is pissed off like no other.

you’d think the king of curses had met his enemy, the cause of his chaos and violence— he’d never been so angry in his life, his frustration threatening to bubble like an explosive, active volcano.

although there is no threat, just you and him… wrapped up in the warm blankets of your bed.

you’re fast asleep on your side, hair messy and lip lined with drool from your peaceful rest. however, sukuna on the other hand, has never been more irritated. he wanted to sleep in your bed with you, just for tonight, but after this— he wasn’t sure if he wanted any of that now.

your body faces away from him, and he’s met with your back profile. he huffs, arms coming up to turn you around so he can face your pretty face before he falls asleep.

he turns you towards him, and in your sleep, you shift and turn away from him.

sukuna’s lip is curled into an angered pout.

it’s not even like you were trying to make him mad either!

you were fast asleep, and here he was— playing tug of war with your sleeping body.

he turns you.

you turn back into your former position with a whine.

he’s like a cat; your body is a ball of yarn.

sukuna has faced nightmares of curses, aggressive bloodsheds, and the falling of his own comrades— but his patience has never been so thin.

“god damnit, woman.” sukuna grumbles.

he tries to turn you again, and you still for a moment. he thinks he’s finally won until you turn around again.

“kuna… stop it.” you groan, half asleep, hand coming up to shoo him away.

“can we just cuddle? damn.” your boyfriend huffs, and you can’t help the sleepy laugh falling from your lips.

“why’re you so grumpy? sleeping is supposed to be peaceful.” you reply, and sukuna crosses his arms across his chest and stares at the ceiling.

“curses don’t sleep.”

“yeah?”

a beat of silence.

“yeah..."

“come here.” you urge, and sukuna finally folds. he crawls over your frame and settles in the spot of the direction your body was urgently craving.

he’s face to face with his precious now.

that wasn’t so hard, now was it?

“such a whiney curse.” you chuckle, his arm coming up to rest around your waist comfortably.

sukuna settles into the blanket, his tips of his pink hair tickle your nose as he finds peace against the column of your throat.

“i’ll kill you.”

"you won't." you murmur.

"yeah... i won't."

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[princeofashe]

jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

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

Gojo

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

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

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

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

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

Geto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choso

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nanami

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toji

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sukuna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[princeofashe]

when you offend a curse

You barely had time to react. One moment, you thought it would be funny to poke at Sukuna’s side—a playful attempt to tickle the feared King of Curses.

But the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back, his two massive arms holding your wrist bound together above your head, while his other two arms hovered ominously, fingers twitching just above your skin.

“You thought you could tickle me?” Sukuna’s deep voice was laced with disbelief, an amused yet dangerous edge to it. His crimson eyes bore into yours, a smirk curling on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “A pathetic human like you, tickling me? A curse?”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding as you tried to wriggle free from his iron grip but it was useless. His strength was overwhelming, making it clear who was in control. “I—I was just joking!” you stammered, eyes darting to the two hands still raised in the air, their fingers teasingly flexing. “You don’t need to—”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, his voice dripping with mockery. “Oh? Suddenly not so brave now, are we? You were so bold a minute ago.” He shifted slightly, his weight pressing you further into the ground, making you feel utterly trapped beneath him. “But now… you’re begging?”

“I didn’t mean to! I swear!” you tried to reason, your voice shaky as you tugged at your arms in vain. “Please, don’t tickle me. I—”

His laugh was dark and low, vibrating in your chest. “You thought I would be ticklish?” He sounded offended, almost disgusted by the very idea. “How insulting that you’d think a curse like me would have such a pathetic weakness.” His hands hovered just above your sides, the threat of them touching down sending your nerves into a frenzy.

You squirmed under his gaze, dread building in your stomach. “Sukuna, please—I’m sorry!” you begged, your voice trembling as his fingers danced closer to your skin. “I didn’t know—!”

“Didn’t know?” he repeated, his tone mocking. “I think you knew exactly what you were doing. And now…” His fingers grazed your sides, a feather-light touch that had you flinching immediately. His smirk deepened as he saw your reaction. “Now you’re going to learn what real torment feels like.”

You gasped, your body tensing but before you could say anything more, his fingers dug into your ribs and you erupted into helpless laughter.

“S-Sukuna!” you cried, writhing beneath him but his grip on your wrists didn’t budge. His other hands continued their ruthless assault on your armpits, sides and stomach, his fingers expertly finding every sensitive spot.

“Pathetic” Sukuna drawled, his voice low and teasing as he watched you squirm. “Look at you. Reduced to this—laughing, begging. You thought you had power over me?” His fingers moved to the pit of your stomach, digging in with precision, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

You thrashed beneath him, gasping for breath between the frantic laughter. “S-stop! Please! I’m sorry!”

He leaned down, his face close to yours, his voice a low, menacing whisper. “Do you think begging will save you? You dared to touch me, thinking I would crumble under your hands?” His fingers danced across your ribs and belly, making you arch off the ground in desperate laughter. “This is the least of what you deserve.”

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the tickling, but Sukuna showed no mercy, his smirk growing as he watched your helplessness. “You really are weak” he sneered, his voice filled with sadistic amusement. “This is too easy.”

His hands paused for a moment, giving you a fleeting sense of relief, but you knew better than to believe it was over. “Maybe I’ll stop” he mused, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. “But not until I’ve had my fun.”

“Please!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath. “I won’t do it again! I swear—”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I know you won’t. You won’t even think of touching me again.” His fingers moved again, this time focusing on your bellybutton, driving you into a fit of frantic laughter that left you breathless and pleading.

“Beg all you want” Sukuna said, his voice cold and merciless. “But remember this feeling the next time you dare to challenge me. Because I’ll always win.”

[princeofashe]

Binding Vow Loophole (2/2)

“I can’t–! I cahahahahan—Kuhuhunaaa!”

Their new Binding Vow didn’t pertain to any forceful usurping of Control between them, no magic word that tore Yuuji out of the metaphorical drivers seat without the ability to reclaim it, the details are quite simple but without any room for potential abuse of loopholes.

One; Sukuna had the right to yank him down into his Domain whenever he pleased, so long as Yuuji was in a safe location to be rendered Unconscious, whenever he was feeling particularly restless and/or a sense of irritation that needed to be cured without a more physical approach.

Two; Yuuji was only required to hand total control over their Vessel retaining the ability to coexist in that metaphorical drivers seat. (Sukuna taught him how to manage that feat–guy was a surprisingly decent Sensei when in a mellowed out state of mind)

Three; Sukuna was required to step in if something or someone Yuuji was not suited to handle on his own or with his partners to ensure he remained unharmed (healed if unavoidable harm did befall him) without complaint or an attempt to mutilate the other two bratty students. Control was to be given back upon assurance the threat was neutralized completely unless the child was not capable of handling control at the moment. In which a suitable location must be found with haste to allow control to be returned while the boy recovered within his domain.

Four; Yuuji could summon Sukuna into the physical plain just as Fushiguro could summon forth his Shikigami if the need arose, Sukuna was tied to remain within a specified distance to the boy at all times, and could only cause harm to whatever reason he was summoned forth. (Again, Sukuna taught him how to perform this particular technique because though akin to his friend’s ability it was starkly different in the finer details of the act)

“You most certainly can. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Take it, you brat, this is your consequence for summoning me for such frivolous reasons.” Sukuna rakes his nails, sharp as ever, up and down the bratty child’s abs. Taking in his howling shrieks of laughter as one would a much needed tonic or such. “Let’s go over them, shall we?” With the child hanging over his lap, bent at the back over his knees, legs anchored at his hips as he rests contentedly upon his Throne as usual. Sukuna made sure that the bend of the boy’s back would not cause discomfort, legs spread open only just to ensure the skirt of his kimono cushioned his position, his head resting upon the tops of his feet. “Summoning me to assist with your daily chores, I think not, they’re your chores to complete not mine.”

Yuuji screams and jolts at the sharp pinching spider crawling of fingers racing over the sides of his tummy, the sensitive belly surface spasming with the intensity of his peals of squeals, no regrets for summoning the Curse forth for stupid reasons. Arching his back as they come around to knead and scribble over his lower tummy, bursting with a loud shrill squeal, the most lighthearted sound to ever ring within this typically dismal place.

“I don’t mind you summoning me to assist with your studies. I know you struggle with sciences and history studies. That I won’t punish you for. I’m, dare I say, happy to be of assistance in that regard.” Sukuna tugs the hem of the brat’s lounge pants down enough, a discovery made upon the very first torturous endeavor, a rather ticklish waist. “However, the same can’t be said when you summoned me to assist in folding your laundry.” He watches in content as the boy screams and bucks, head lifting from the cushioning his feet provide him, as his claws scratch lightly over the sensitive waist. “It never ceases to humor me that you lose all hope with something as simple as me lightly scratching your waist.”

“Pl–Pleeaaasseehehehhehehshshahahahahah nohohohot theheheheere! Nonononononoahahahhahahhahahaha I caaaaaahan’t! Anywhere but theeheheheheheheere!”

Oh, how the sounds of his pleas always falling short of their desired outcome are music to his ears. “Perhaps I’ll stay right here for, I don’t know, ten minutes–longer–how would you like that, hmm?” Sukuna feels the boy’s legs jolt against his hips and grins. “If you kick me, no matter if it’s accidental or not, I’ll bring you to absolute tears kid.” The strain of those little feet just under his elbows, toes flexing in agony, is so harsh it’s felt. “Don’t you dare. You asked for this, daring to abuse our Vow for your own childish gain, something you should have considered was this being your atonement for using me to your whims.”

When that right foot, bare and warm, so very small compared to his own, makes contact with his hip Sukuna follows through on his threat. Yuuji wails at his misfortune and shrieks in surprise when he’s yanked up into the Curse’s lap entirely, nothing more about his position changes, legs tugged up to curl comfortably over the man’s shoulders the apologies he spews are met with deaf ears as far too knowledgeable fingers attack his inner thighs with a viciousness that has shrill screeches mixing with great loud shrill squeals and cackles.

Kicking and bouncing, Yuuji can’t find the mental capacity to form actual words for further pleading and apologizing for the unintentional assault, fingers wander down kneading and clawing vicious as ever to the spot that started the exploration of his thighs in the first place. Drumming his legs, careful not to kick the Curse King again, his head whips around as his hair messes completely as he pushes himself upwards with his feet against the backrest of the Throne they reside on.

“Oh, little one, you didn’t say you wanted me to get that particular spot.”

He didn’t! Yuuji did no such thing! Fingers far more gentle than they’ve ever been return to that insanity inducing spot just under the curve that would be considered a groping of his rear end. Collapsing in a fit of guffaws, fingers leave that life altering spot to race up his sides again, the teen writhes and twists as they race back down. Up again, shrieks and squeals, down once more, twist and turns like a cackling little worm. Up. Down. Up. Down. You get it.

Tears slowly begin to entice his eyes to burn, laughter becoming a tad hysterical, as one set of fingers continue to race up and down his side as he tries to curl sharply away from them and the other set claw up to his defenseless armpit.

Sukuna’s cruel. Obviously. Worming one finger under the clenched arm. Then two. Three. Four. All five. Yuuji feels those tears threatening to burst as he socumbs to the horrid tickle torture as penace for kicking the man who gave him fair warning. Clawing and vibrating in his sensitive pit, the pinkette’s laughter slowly falls to silent crackly cackles, tears soaking his cheeks.

Then it stops. Giggling deliriously, gulping frantic breathes of much needed oxygen, the aid of a warm large hand rubbing his sore belly in a manner that could definitely be taken as tenderness helps him settle far quicker then one typically would. “Don’t you ever kick me again.”

[princeofashe]

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Game Over!

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

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

Please enjoy! Weeee!!

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

Lee!Itadori, Ler!Sukuna

Tw: Lil swearing

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

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

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

Try again.

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

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

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

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

"What?" The curse grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noho WAHAahahaAY! Aha!"

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

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

Both Yujis arms went numb.

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

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

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

"Eeheheee! Mehercy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm... No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You son of a-!"

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

[princeofashe]

a demons way to cheer a human up

The air was thick with tension as you sat, arms crossed and lips in a firm pout, deliberately avoiding Sukuna's gaze. You weren't angry often but today was different. He had done something—something that crossed a line and for the first time, he found himself facing your cold silence.

Sukuna, in his original form, stood towering over you, four arms at his sides his usual confidence faltering ever so slightly. He was a ruthless demon, feared for over a thousand years but dealing with your anger? That was new territory. His crimson eyes narrowed as he watched you, studying the curve of your frown the way your body was stiff with frustration. Normally, he'd brush off emotions like this, indifferent to the feelings of others. But with you, it was different. You were different.

Awkward silence stretched between you two and for the first time, Sukuna felt... stuck. Words were not his strong suit, especially when it came to soothing anyone. A low growl of frustration rumbled in his chest, but he kept it down. You didn't budge. You didn’t even flinch. And that irked him more than he cared to admit.

His gaze sharpened. He was Sukuna, after all—he didn’t do apologies and certainly not comforting. But then, as he stared at you longer, a memory surfaced. The image of you laughing, squirming under his grasp, came to his mind. It was something so simple, something that had always managed to bring your walls down. Tickling.

Without another word, Sukuna moved closer, his four arms reaching out toward you with an eerie kind of precision. Before you could protest or even comprehend what was happening, his fingers brushed against your sides, grazing your skin. One hand gripped your waist while another darted to your ribs. The other two arms? They found their spots too—one at the back of your knees, the other teasing under your arms.

“What are you—” you barely managed to gasp before the sensation hit and just like that, the first burst of laughter escaped you. Sukuna's eyes gleamed with triumph.

You tried to twist away but with four arms holding you down, it was hopeless. He knew all your weak spots, all the places that made you laugh uncontrollably. His hands worked with ruthless precision, almost like he was testing this technique of comfort, unsure if it was actually effective but curious nonetheless.

“Sukuna! Stop!” you pleaded between fits of laughter, tears starting to form at the edges of your eyes. But he didn't stop. In fact, he seemed more determined, now focusing on every inch of you that made you laugh harder.

His voice was low and steady, betraying none of the awkwardness he felt. “You’re not mad anymore, are you?”

Your answer was lost in another fit of laughter as he mercilessly tickled your sides, his cold, detached demeanor only making the situation more absurd. He wasn’t used to this—comfort, affection. But this? This he could manage. Four arms, each with a different goal, made sure of that.

And despite your laughter, despite your pleas for mercy, you knew one thing for certain: Sukuna would never admit it but in his own strange, demon-like way, he was trying.

You gasped for breath as you collapsed onto the bed, your body giving up under the relentless tickling. But even as your laughter echoed around the room, some small part of you clung to your pride. You weren't ready to let go of your anger-not yet. Sukuna had been in the wrong and even though his tickling was driving you mad, you weren't going to give in that easily.

Sukuna, of course, noticed. His sharp gaze never missed a thing, especially when it came to you. As your body went limp against the bed, he didn't let up. His four arms still held you captive, each one methodically torturing your most sensitive spots. His grip shifted and he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving the other three free to continue their attack.

"You think you can just pout your way out of this?" he muttered, his voice low but carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm not stopping until you're not mad anymore."

One of his hands slid down to your hips, fingers tracing the curve with deliberate slowness before digging into the soft skin, causing you to jolt and laugh uncontrollably.

The other hand moved to your belly and Sukuna's eyes gleamed with cruel curiosity as he circled your bellybutton with his fingers before lightly poking inside. It was a new level of ticklish torture and your laughter turned desperate, almost breathless.

"Sukuna—!" you gasped, tears of laughter now streaming down your face. "Please—!"

But he didn't stop. He was relentless, his touch teasing yet firm as his fingers danced over your hips and belly. His voice remained cold, detached but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. "You're still mad" he said simply, as if that was all the justification he needed to keep going.

You squirmed helplessly beneath him, your legs kicking out as another wave of tickling surged through you. Your pride was the only thing keeping you from admitting that your anger had long since dissolved into nothing but laughter. But Sukuna wasn't making it easy. With his free hand, he began pinching your sides lightly, his fingers moving with precision to find every spot that made you squeal.

"Come on, admit it” Sukuna drawled, his smirk widening as you tried to twist away from him. "Say you're not mad anymore."

"I-I'm-" you tried to speak but another burst of laughter cut you off as his fingers zeroed in on your hips again, his touch relentless and maddening.

"I won't stop until you say it" Sukuna said, his tone so matter-of-fact it made you want to scream and cry. Which you already were but out of laughter.

He lowered his head, his breath ghosting over your skin as his fingers continued their torture. His cold, piercing gaze met yours and though his face was a mask of indifference, you knew him well enough to see the amusement hiding in the depths of his crimson eyes.

"You can keep this up all night" he murmured, tightening his grip on your belly as he switched to tickling your sides again.

"But so can l."

At this point, your chest was heaving from the effort of laughing, and your body felt like jelly under his relentless hands. But even in your breathless state, your pride still kept you from giving him what he wanted.

You shook your head, gasping between bouts of laughter. "No-no way-you're a meanie!"

Sukuna raised a brow, his smirk returning. "A meanie?" he repeated, almost mocking.

"Well, let's see if you still think that after this."

And with that, he redoubled his efforts, all four arms digging into your bellybutton,hips,ribs and underarms with precision, sending you into another helpless fit of laughter.

Through your tear-blurred vision you could see his smug expression as he watched you crumble under his touch, your pride and anger both dissolving into nothing more than pure, desperate laughter.

You could barely manage a single coherent word. All that escaped your lips were desperate giggles and breathless laughter, your body jerking against Sukuna's unyielding grip. He had you completely pinned, effortlessly keeping you in place with his four arms, as if your struggles were nothing more than mild amusement for him.

No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn't escape the ticklish torment he was inflicting on you.

Then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, Sukuna paused. For a moment, the onslaught stopped, and you were left panting, trying to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you lay there, trembling with the aftershocks of laughter.

Your relief was short-lived, though. Before you could even think of relaxing, Sukuna had your wrists pinned above your head again, his grip firm yet casual as if he was just toying with you.

You glanced up at him through tear-blurred eyes and that's when you saw it-the mischievous grin curling across his lips. A chill of anticipation ran through you as you noticed the look in his eyes. Something was coming and it was going to be worse than before.

"S-Sukuna” you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "W-wait-what are you-"

But you never got the chance to finish.

His hand hovered above your bellybutton, and your breath hitched as you realized exactly what he was about to do. You tried to twist away, your body tensing in anticipation, but it was no use. Sukuna had you right where he wanted you.

"Stop? Already?" he teased, his voice as cold and detached as ever, though the amusement in his tone was unmistakable.

"I'm just getting started." Before you could protest, a tongue appeared-right in the center of his palm. Your eyes widened in shock. He was being such a meanie, and you knew whatever was coming next was going to be pure torture.

and then it happened. Without warning, Sukuna placed his palm directly over your bellybutton, the tongue licking the sensitive skin in deliberate, agonizing strokes.

You let out a squeal, the sensation so intense and foreign that it drove you into a frenzy of uncontrollable laughter. It wasn't just ticklish

—it was a whole new level of torment. You'd never felt anything like it before. The soft, wet tongue swirled and teased your bellybutton, sending shocks of sensation through your entire body. You kicked your legs, your hips bucking as you tried desperately to escape but Sukuna's iron grip kept you pinned beneath him.

"S-Sukuna! No-!" you gasped, your words barely audible between the fits of laughter.

"Please-I can't—!"

But he didn't stop. In fact, he seemed to enjoy your helplessness even more, his grin widening as he watched you unravel beneath him.

"Still mad?" he asked, his voice maddeningly calm as his palm continued its relentless assault on your bellybutton. His eyes were locked on yours, cold and amused, as if he was conducting an experiment to see how much you could take. "Or do I need to keep going?"

You tried to shake your head, tried to form a sentence, but it was impossible. All that came out were more giggles, more desperate, breathless laughter. You were completely at his mercy, your body betraying you as the ticklish sensation overwhelmed your senses. The tongue on his palm was merciless, swirling around your bellybutton in a way that made you feel like you were going to lose your mind.

Sukuna's smirk only grew. "Thought so."

[princeofashe]

✨ things lers say/do that make me weak in the knees ✨

when the ler is giving the lee light tickles and the lee is already squirming/giggling so the ler smirks and goes, "i haven't even started tickling you yet" ??? like shutup yes you have you meanie 😭 or "laughing already? you're really in trouble then"

when the lee is pouting/begging only for the ler to respond, "pout/beg as much as you'd like its only going to make me want to tickle you more"

the ler giving praises that have teasey undertones like "holy shit this spot really gets you huh?" / "how are you so ticklish here?" / "omg you're so cute" / "i didn't think you'd laugh so much just from this"

lers that get giddy (like the most genuine/innocent beam) when they find a really ticklish spot on you and just laugh right alongside you

any time a ler rests their hands casually on the next spot they want to tickle and just smile down at the lee as that part instinctively tenses -> "actually maybe i'll come back to this spot later" i hate u sm

lers whispering in the lee's ear :) stop that :))))))

lers that won't let the lee redirect the tickly feelings elsewhere. are you burying your face in a pillow? "you're not doing that to hide your cute reactions from me are you?" or "don't. look at me. i want to see your face while i tickle you" are you biting your lips to hold back? "open your mouth. i want to hear your pretty laugh." are you gripping onto the couch/sheets to stifle it? no can do so the ler just holds your hands instead 🥺

lers that give back hugs + tummy tickles and when the lee leans their head back on the ler's shoulder to laugh the ler plants lil kisses on their neck <333

(if a lee is tied/restrained) lers noting the lee's escape attempts, "now where do you think you're going? i'm not done with you yet" / "trying to squirm your way out of here, hmm-?"

lers that note how much they love when their lee reacts in certain ways to certain types of tickles while tickling that very spot (but bonus points if they note it while nothing tickly related is being done - only to initiate a tickle chase/fight)

lers that get the lees really laughing so they kind of just stop & stare in stunned silence and once the lee has calmed down they go, "i didn't know i could make you look/laugh like that"

lers that initiate tickles by using their strength to restrain you like straddling, or sitting beside you + leaning over while they pin your arms down or grabbing your waist/hands and pulling you towards them

^^ or lers that initiate tickle fights by telling their lee "you better run" / "you've got 5 seconds to hide before i come get you" (starting a chase only to easily catch the lee is soooo flustering 😭)

lee: stop touching me! lers: then stop laughing!😇

"did i just stumble on something nice?" when the ler discovers a new ticklish spot and the lee gasps/makes a unique noise

soft lers that know the lee likes being tickled so their innocent noting of it only makes the lee feel more ticklish. like if the lee says "don't tickle me there i can't handle it" the ler goes "but i thought you liked being so sensitive 🥺" skejsnsks 👌🏻

lers that point out changes across sessions, "you're reacting so differently today" / "you were always sensitive but i think you're even more sensitive today" / "this spot always works on you, huh~?" / "you seem more ticklish today"

when a lee brats and gets the "can you take responsibility for what you just said? come here." from the ler 👀 -> then when the lee gets their tickles and begs the ler to stop teasing them the ler simply goes "but you asked for it"

lers that tickle the lee and then act like the lee's reactions are of their own accord: "are you trying to seduce me or something?" / "stop giggling so much i'm not sure how much my heart can take" / "you're toying with my ler mood - this is seriously not fair"

when the lee blurts out "it tickles!" or "don't i'm really ticklish there!" and the ler just uses it as bait for more teases "wait it tickles?? you're ticklish?? really??"

soft lers that want the lee to stay still so they ask the lee so sweetly, "can you raise your arms for me and keep them there? would you be able to do that for me?"

...i woke up in one heck of a lee mood today so this is what happened as a result >.>

[princeofashe]

🍒cute things lers do!!

🍒When they call themselves the Tickle Monster. 🍒When they tell you to keep still or else, but they know no matter how hard you try you can’t. 🍒When they make you agree, admit, or ask for things by just tickling you. 🍒When they pin you down or tie you down and say, “Aw, you poor ticklish little thing..” OR “Look at you, all helpless… Nothing you can do about it.” as they tickle you. 🍒When any spot on your body isn’t clothed or is peaking out, they take advantage of it. (Example: You’re shirts riding up? You’re getting tummy and side tickles. You’re wearing a tank top? You bet your ass your armpits are being attacked.) 🍒When they’re completely merciless, just ruthless. 🍒When they’re cute and cuddly, making you squirm around with soft tickles like… Spider tickles, prodding and poking, soft tummy squeezes, tickling your feet while you kick and squirm and they follow.. 🍒When they give that smirk. 🍒When they sneak up behind you and wrap their arms around your waist and spider tickle or squeeze your sides 🍒When they ask you, “What’s the matter?” “What’re you laughing for?” “What’s so funny?!” OR “Stop laughing!” “I’m being serious and you’re giggling?” “I can’t understand you when you’re laughing.” 🍒When they laugh with you because your laughter is just so adorably contagious. 🍒When you’re out in public at the store and they give your hips a squeeze or when you’re at a restaurant and they squeeze your thigh/knee. 🍒When they wiggle their fingers at you, knowing what it does. 🍒When they say your name, your nickname or just anything all slow and sing-like or serious.. 🍒When they find a really good spot and they one, point it out like, “Oooh, I think we found a sweet spot!” two, they make you completely weak with it, or three, cause the most uncontrollable laughter. 🍒When you’re super bratty, run from them, or basically just do anything to make them say, “You just made it that much worse for yourself.” OR “You’re really crossing the line.” 🍒When they get that serious tone in their voice just from you calling them a name, disagreeing, or just saying something they don’t like. 🍒WHEN THEY SAY THAT THEY MAKE THE RULES/IT GOES THEIR WAY OR “I’m sorry, what? Since when do you get to make those calls?” “Do you think you’re in any position to be doing that?” 🍒When you try and hold back your laughter and they go into a full attack on that one spot that really gets you until you just burst. 🍒When they have you pinned down and you’re a flustering mess and they just continue to tease you about it, like.. “D‘aww, look at you… No where to go, no where to hide.. An adorable blushing mess.” 🍒 OR WHEN THEY HAVE YOU PINNED/TIED DOWN AND YOU CANT HIDE YOUR FACE FROM THE BLUSHING, GIGGLING/LAUGHING, OR SMILING MESS AND THEY JUST POINT IT OUT. 🍒Honestly, anything they coo at you about. 🍒When they give you nibbles and/or raspberries and make nom sounds or growling sounds. 🍒When they give you soft, sleepy tickles. 🍒When they tickle you for either a punishment or a reward. 🍒When you make them chase you. 🍒When they call you a, “Ticklish little lee.” OR a “Ticklish little girl/boy.” 🍒Honestly, just when you know that they love to tickle you…crave to tickle you and hear your beautiful laughter that supposedly makes their fucking heart beat. 🍒When they start tickle fights or wrestling and let you think you’re gonna win… But you don’t..

🍒Feel free to add on if you can think of anymore!

[princeofashe]

Challenging Words

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- I love to make you change your mind in the way I like the most. 🍷

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[princeofashe]

First Anniversary! 🍷

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Today marks one year since I created the Tickle Monster, so I wanted to make this detail about it. ✨

Maybe some may see it unnecessary, but if I'm honest, if I hadn't had the reception this gentleman had, I wouldn't even be drawing today, So thank you very much <3

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[princeofashe]

Tumblr Tuesday: WooOOooOOOOhh!

Happy Halloween, Tumblr. We hope everyone is enjoying trick-or-treating and all the cursed images you're sending each other. From cute to creepy via weird and wonderful, here's a selection of Halloween art from your very own #Artists on Tumblr. 

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So just a little tickle experience I had because my ler got a new toy~

So my ler was given on of those head scratcher massage thingys the one with the prongs that you pull up and down on your scalp- yeah no fuuuuck that thing it tickles like fucking crazy he did it to me in front on his nana and playfully giggled yeah she can’t handle it, it tickles the fuck out of her and I swear he then kept finding ways to try and make me let him do it-we are still in front of his nana btw-he even bribed me with our vape saying with a playful mischievous tone “You can’t have it unless you let me use it on you~” I think a part of my soul left my body because the way he said it made me weak in the knees. He would even laugh and be all giddy when I’d give in and let him, only to seconds after him starting I’d drop to the floor squealing and giggling batting at his hands I think I had to of turned a dark shade of red….well redder than I was.

He also proceeded to tell me when we got back to our room that it’s his “new favorite toy” then he tortures me everywhere with his new toy which I literally lost my marbles from. He literally used it everywhere my knees, legs, feet, arms,tummy,head, ext. He had to hold me down I was thrashing and wiggling around so much. I was also trying so hard to escape. He however just made the tickling worse every time, leaving me trying not to scream with laughter so the rest of the house wouldn’t hear. (btw it’s night time and we live with several people atm so I can’t be loud)

Then anytime I’d get a bit too loud he’d do this adorable little shush while he was grinning. Then he’d tease me “shhh it’s not that bad your being loud you little brat~ I told you to be still baby and if you keep being a brat I’m gonna tie you up with that belt we have~”

Uhhh side note I may have also threw the umm toy off the bed after snatching it and my dom/ler looked at me baffled and then said “your gonna die, oh your so fucked you little brat.” Then you know, he wound up straight torturing me for a long ass time and then we got intimate and he still kept ticking me with the toy every time I was bratting.

(Another side note he also praises me and calls me a good girl and tells me I’m doing a good job and that I’m his smol baby bean and Ims the best. My ler/dom straight knows me inside and out every little thing he just does perfect and makes me feel loved safe and I get so much serotonin from his praises plus you know praise kink~ words can’t express how amazing and wonderful he makes me feel and umm how he straight sends me into convulsions too like - babe please stop being so perfect)