#JJK tickle

[moonsoaked-tickles]

hi guys

I probably forgot some shit but oh well . i'm tired

[mah-t-wordblog]

Omggggg so cuuuuute (it’s not mine :), someone know the artist?)

Little megumi 🥹😭🥹😭🥹😭🥹😭🥹

[feathergail]

[ gojo and geto - jujutsu kaisen - squealing santa for @tickle-fight-club ]

what did gojo do this time...

Image ID: A digital illustration of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen. Gojo is pictured laying on his stomach with his elbow as support, and Geto is sitting on his back. Geto's hands are tickling Gojo under his arms, while Gojo adorns a hysterical expression on his face. Geto is pictured as menacing, with a small evil face illustration floating near his shoulder.

Image Caption: [Geto] You take it back? [Gojo] YEHEHES!! [Geto] Do you really? Huh? [Gojo] N-YES! [Geto] No? Alright..

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND THANK YOU @squealing-santa FOR THIS FUN EVENT WOOOOOO!!

[allnightstay]

Day 15 - "Are you ticklish?"

Summary: When Gojo suspects that Megumi might be ticklish, he can't resist testing his theory, much to Megumi's dismay.

Lee: Megumi

Ler: Gojo

The training field was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Megumi sat cross-legged on the ground, catching his breath after yet another intense sparring session with Gojo. Despite the sweat on his brow and the ache in his muscles, he remained as composed as ever.

Gojo, of course, looked perfectly fine. The man didn’t even seem tired, lounging casually in the grass, sunglasses glinting in the sun. "You’re getting better, Megumi. I’m proud!" he said with a grin.

Megumi exhaled quietly. “Thanks. But I still need to improve.”

Gojo tilted his head, smirking. “So serious, as always." Then, as if an idea had suddenly struck him, his smile turned mischievous. "Say, Megumi…"

Megumi narrowed his eyes. He knew that tone all too well. It was the kind that spelled trouble. "What?"

Gojo leaned closer, resting his chin in his hand like a curious child. “You wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish, would you?”

Megumi blinked. His calm facade faltered for the briefest moment - a flicker of unease that Gojo, unfortunately, caught.

"Ohhhh, that was definitely a reaction!" Gojo’s grin widened. "You are ticklish, aren’t you?"

"I’m not," Megumi said flatly, shifting slightly to put some distance between them.

“Liar.”

Before Megumi could get up, Gojo was already on him, quick as lightning. He pinned Megumi’s arms with ease, the younger sorcerer squirming under his grasp.

“G-Gojo-no-"

“Gotta confirm this for science,” Gojo said with mock seriousness. "Let’s see!"

Gojo’s fingers wriggled against Megumi’s sides, brushing lightly at first. The reaction was immediate. Megumi’s body tensed, and he let out a sharp, involuntary inhale like he was trying very hard to suppress a laugh.

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Gotcha! You are ticklish!”

Megumi glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way his body jerked when Gojo’s fingers found another weak spot on his ribs. “S-stop-Gohojo!” Megumi’s voice broke into a strained chuckle as he twisted, trying to escape.

"What's that, Megumi? I can't hear you over all the giggles!" Gojo teased, doubling his efforts.

A rare laugh escaped from Megumi, a short, breathless burst that surprised even himself. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he thrashed beneath Gojo’s relentless fingers.

“I-Ihihi’m g-going to-kihihill y-you-!” Megumi stammered between ragged breaths, his normally stoic expression crumbling into helpless laughter.

“Wow, Megumi, you’re actually adorable when you laugh!” Gojo declared triumphantly. “You should do this more often.”

“Ahahahaa!! Sh-shut up! Go-Gojohoho come on!!” Megumi wheezed, trying to push Gojo away but with no success. His strength was sapped by the uncontrollable giggling, his body twisting in every direction to escape the ticklish onslaught.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity (to Megumi, at least), Gojo decided to show mercy. He sat back, letting Megumi catch his breath, though his grin showed no signs of fading.

Megumi rolled onto his side, panting, his face burning with humiliation. “You… are the worst…” he muttered, glaring at his teacher with a mix of annoyance and lingering laughter in his eyes.

Gojo chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “I just think it’s important to explore new sides of yourself, Megumi.” He gave a playful wink. “And now we know: Stoic on the outside, ticklish on the inside.”

Megumi groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you.”

“Oh, come on, you love me,” Gojo said cheerfully, ruffling Megumi’s hair. “Don’t be surprised if this becomes part of our training routine!”

“If you ever try this again, I’ll summon all of my shikigami at once,” Megumi warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

Gojo laughed. “Noted. But you should know-I’d still win.”

Megumi groaned again, already dreading whatever nonsense Gojo would come up with next. But deep down, a tiny part of him couldn’t deny that the laughter, however unwelcome, had made the day just a bit lighter.

[alinatk]

Tickles (SatoSugu)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto Summary: Geto discovers something interesting about his boyfriend.

(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest, so it's difficult to know who the author really is, but of course the credits are all his. It works very well as a reference for this story.)

"I'm home" Satoru Gojo said, trying to put a minimum of excitement in his voice, as he closed the apartment door behind him.

The day was very busy, the week actually. Okay, maybe the whole month.

The number and level of curses seemed to grow more every day and as he and Geto were the only special level sorcerers in the Jujutsu School, they had the hardest work. They weren't working as a team, barely managing to meet up throughout the days or do anything other than collapse in bed due to exhaustion at night, so Gojo was a little surprised when he arrived and found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Ah, Satoru, I didn't hear you arrive" Geto approached to kiss him.

"Are we celebrating something?" Gojo gestured towards the pots on the stove.

"Are you complaining?" Geto crossed his arms.

"No, not at all, the smell is wonderful by the way" He pulled him in for another kiss. "But aren't you tired? We could order something, no problem"

"No, it's okay, I arrived early today and I felt like cooking" He smiled. "And you, are you okay? Your face looks horrible"

Gojo opened his mouth in a forcedly offended expression, making Geto let out a low laugh. "I'm just tired, hungry and there's no way my face looks horrible, Suguru"

"Hmm, maybe I can agree with that" Geto pinched his cheek. "Take a shower, we're going to dinner now"

That's what he did and after they had dinner and Gojo washed the dishes, he collapsed on the sofa next to Geto, throwing his legs over his lap, while he watched something on television.

Gojo was quiet, quieter than usual and Geto noticed that. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, yes" Gojo covered his mouth, yawning.

"Aren't you in pain?"

"A little, on my lower back and feet, but that's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just because I barely stopped today, I just need a good night's sleep"

"I can give you a massage, taking advantage of your feet monopolizing my lap" He squeezed them, gently.

"Oh no, no need to bother" Gojo tried to pull his legs back, only for Geto to keep a firm grip on his ankles.

"Helping you relax isn't a hassle at all" Geto smiled, making Gojo blush, at the same time as he gently pressed his feet back into his lap, in an exploratory way.

Gojo couldn't deny that it was very relaxing, the tension he felt disappeared within a few seconds. But he also couldn't help but shudder whenever he felt the fingers moving along his soles, a tight smile appearing on his lips. "Y-You really don't need to.."

"Shhh, this part is really good" Geto ignored him, without taking his eyes off the TV and without stopping his movements.

He had started by simply squeezing Gojo's feet lightly, in order to relieve the initial tension, and now he was sinking his thumbs into the skin, running the entire length of the soles with circular movements. Gojo managed to relax, even letting a moan escape his lips, but when Geto softened his movements, letting his nails lightly brush the center of his sole, he couldn't help but flinch. Geto didn't seem to notice, he was too engrossed in whatever he was watching and continued with the movements.

"S-Suguru.." Gojo said, as he squeezed the soles of his feet, trying to pull his legs back.

"Stop moving so much.." And it was only then that Geto looked at him and saw him covering his mouth with his hands, a strange expression on his face.

"That's great, you can stop now" He tried to hide it.

"No way.." Geto didn't realize it right away, but after he looked at his own hands and Gojo's tense posture and expression again, it all made sense. "NO WAY"

"S-Suguru-"

"You're ticklish!" He spoke, a little more enthusiastic than Gojo expected.

"Yeah, maybe a little.." He blushed, looking away.

"How come I never noticed before?!" Geto ran his fingertips along the sole of his foot, this time purposefully tickling it.

"Ah! Aahahaha don't do thahahahat" Gojo tried to pull his legs again.

Geto was delighted and repeated the movements, seeing his boyfriend laugh and shrug his foot away, as he tried to free his ankle from his grip with the other foot. He then grabbed both of them in a headlock, tickling them and eliciting a louder laugh from Gojo.

"AHAHAHAHAHAA, SUGURU! Nohohohoho hahahaha" He moved more, trying to reach Geto's arms as he was overwhelmed by the sensations.

Geto stopped after a few seconds and moved over Gojo, their faces very close to each other and kissed his cheek. "So cute"

"How I hate you.." Gojo said, breathing a little labored. "And isn't it cute!"

"Of course it is," Geto smiled. "so that's why you flinch when I do that?" And he buried his face in her neck.

"Hey! ahahahaha stop ihihihit" Gojo flinched as he felt the hot breath and the trail of kisses that Geto left along his ear and neck.

This only encouraged Geto to repeat the movements on the other side, making him laugh beneath him. And it was only when he started poking him back that Geto stopped, after all, he was also sensitive. He lay down next to him, stroking his white hair, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Damn, Suguru.." Gojo said, trying to sound serious, but his heavy breathing, flushed face and messy hair didn't make him very convincing. "You said you would help me relax!"

"And it didn't help? Laughing a little?" Geto smiled, that damn smile that made Gojo want to kiss him until he lost his breath.

"N-No!" He huffed, looking away again.

"Ahhh, so you need a little more?" Geto's expression changed to something that looked like innocence and cynicism at the same time and before Gojo could react, he was already straddling his waist.

"Don't you dare.. Suguru don't you dAHAHAHAHARE" Gojo burst into new laughter when he felt Geto's fingers dip into his belly.

The brunette smiled, seeing his boyfriend laugh and squirm beneath him. Gojo wasn't a serious guy, but that was the first time he saw him genuinely laugh like that, he wanted to mark that moment well and repeat it if he had the opportunity. "See how cute it is? You're ticklish everywhere"

Gojo continued to laugh, even though Geto wasn't launching an all-out tickle attack on him. He could also easily push him away and make him stop, but it was Geto, so he didn't care, he loved seeing his boyfriend having fun and smiling like that.

But not that much either. "Ahahahaha that's enough.. that's enough.." He held his wrists and soon Geto got off of him, laying down next to him again.

"Very useful information, I will use it wisely"

Gojo couldn't help but laugh at that. "Don't talk like you're not ticklish too" He poked him armpit, making him squirm away. "And of course I will also take revenge"

Geto grumbled, making an ugly face but internally he thought the idea of a tickle fight was really good, only to see Gojo losing. But that would wait for another time, as they soon fell asleep curled up in each other's arms.

[queenendless]

Chubby Goodness

A/n: Chubby fat Geto does something to me now, I swear. I have a soft spot for Geto cause of S2 of course so that helps. Another spur of the moment piece, yas indeed.

Chubby!Sub!Geto x Dom!GN!Reader. SFW and 🔞 content inside.

NO REPOSTING, COPYING, EDITING. Like, reblog and follow if you enjoy. Thnx u!

Kneading the fatty plushness of his belly flaps had you ogling his velvety mushy skin. Your eyes welled up with sparkling wonder at how he looks so freaking cute. Caressing and playing with his face cheeks made seeing his bashful blushing face all worth it.

Brushing his back length inky strands got you spotting his pink cheeked smiling self twiddling his sleeve covered hands in the mirrors reflection while waiting for you to finish compelled you to braid his locks like a Rapunzel do before taking his face in your hands to lather lipstick marks all over his beet red self; borrowing the makeup from his stash.

Watching his robed, socked, sandal wearing-self waddling here and there throughout his temple with adoration. Seeing Mimiko and Nanako cuddling either side of Geto as they lounge and nibble on sweets as Geto's lips and cheeks are smeared with sugary goodness tempted you to lick off such said goodness. And you did. To the twins amusement and to his flushed embarrassment.

Whether dressed in his robes, regular clothes, or even cross dressing, seeing his radiance stretch out his attire to the point where skin peaked out had you pining hard. Skimpy tops and shorts especially just to ogle his back rolls and big fat dumpy jiggling as his hefty hips swayed to and fro.

And the lingerie. FUCK the lingerie. Definitely the see through, bra and thong combo. The fact he willingly lets you dolly him up and you get to watch while seated down as he swayed, sashayed and spun about while modeling got your heart racing and your core pulsating. Wiggling his plump giant ass in your face gets you. Every. TIME! Yep, your phat angel is getting railed for this.

Stripping him of his clothing left him rosy cheeked and shy as his tubby glory laid bare beneath you. Fondling his pecs turned breasts always had him moaning like the sensitive, needy man that he has become. Stroking his hanging jugs and sucking on those utters just to watch with lidded eyes at his squeezed eyed, mewling expression. Peppering bite marks and bruised sucks all over his drooled layered mounds and nipples brought a sharp toothed smile to your face.

Nuzzling your face into that smooth bulging tum tum made him jiggle with giggles. Wringing your paws into his jelly belly had him laughing and shaking his meaty arms. Raspberry blowing in his roundness had his tubby thighs nearly hitting you in the process to get you off, kicking to accentuate his high-pitched squealing. And so, straddling his stretch marked hips, you pinched and wriggling into those plump thighs and calves had him cackling unhinged. Yet you knew deep down he enjoyed these ler and lee bouts amiss the sex as much as you do.

Finally satiating your tickle need for now, you spun around to properly ride him. It always brought you two to tears of unbridled amor. Your hands clawed into his stretch marked hips for support as his meaty hands hook into your hips. Seeing that sweat sheen shine to your beloved Suguru's round swelling beauty made you gushing to his endowed relief. His throbbing burning staff always filled you to the brim in your gooey tight grip. Bopping up and down his shaft had him cumming at least a dozen times in you as you came all over his abdomen.

You always doted on your chubby hubby, pulling out of him, and rolling him onto his plush cum coated belly, as his sausage fingers and toes curl into the tainted sheets while you ate him out between his ginormous stretch marked peaches. His cacophony of swears and carnal whines had you teething and marking every inch of those hills. Seeing his heaving red cheeked face had you brushing aside the strands stuck to his face, being his big spoon, following his already exhausted self in deep sleep.

Giving him butterfly kisses in the morning gets him tiredly smiling as it stirs him awake. Prepping the bathwaters for a gentle warmth to contrast the cool early sunrise, you helped him into the massive tub, watching him settle in lax enjoyment, before joining him. The next half hour left you two pruny but melded into one as you cuddled your round cutie baby.

Most of all, your smug smirk always grows whenever you cross paths with that certain sorcerer, eyeing Gojo's strewn lipped expression at you being the one carrying his ex bestie turned your chubby cultist lover in your literal cursed fueled arms yourself. Not him. Him waving and teasingly calling out Satoru in that light elated tone only made you huff in envy before bolting you two away, leaving your curse user allies and sorcerer foes in your dust, as every time your Sugu reacts to your one and only competition ergo Toru, you feel the need to remind your man who he belongs to. He knew what he was doing. Just for this exact end result. You two stayed in your shared private room in the temple the rest of the day.

Conclusion? A chubby Suguru Geto is a whole new kind of addiction. One you could never forget.

[yourneondemon]

T I C K L E T O B E R 2 0 2 4 D A Y 0 1 — Anticipation

Son tantas las hermosas posibilidades con Sukuna, que no me resistí a dibujar tan solo algunas y aprovechando el evento #tickletober2024 de @august-anon Muy prontamente se abrirán las comisiones!

[sp1racle]

i promise my next post will have actual tickles hehe

[thecursedanon]

Amusement Park Shenanigans

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

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

Well… not quite everyone… 

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

“Can we leave now?”

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

Or if you were Kento Nanami.

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

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

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

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

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

“See? Childlike amazement.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said no.”

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

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

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

“Wh-What are you doing…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

“What's that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that's when he struck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's definitely been far too long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“EHEHEHENouGH Alreheheheady! Ahahahaha!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gohohohohojo!” 

“Sahahahahtoru, I swehehehear to god!”

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

“S-Satoru… dohon’t.”

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

“I mean it…”

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

“Go to hell.” He hissed in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Itadori squeaked, wrapping himself back up with his arms.

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

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

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

“Sahahahahatoru Stahahap!”

“Not until you admit it.” Gojo smirked. 

“Ahahahadmit whahahahat?”

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

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

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

“Ihihihitadori dohohohon’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHATORU DOHOHOHOHNT!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SAHAHAHATORU I HAHAHAHATE YOU!”

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

Yuji giggled, speeding up his tickles.

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

“Aaaaand?” 

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

“What the hell are you guys doing?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not quite…”

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

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

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

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

“Y-You set me up!”

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

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

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

Megumi smirked and shrugged. “Beats me…” 

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

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

“I know… I do too.”

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

“Yea?”

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

Gojo grinned. “Anytime, buddy~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megumi grunted in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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I saw this on ni.juu.ni.sai's twitter, it's lit so cute omg😭

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lee!Reader ler!Geto, a tiny bit of lee!Geto ler!reader.

Geto Jujutsu High teacher AU.

Reader is Geto’s younger sister (Teen!reader).

3.4k words.

Reading time ≈ 14 min.

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Geto is sitting in his chair in a classroom, legs crossed and sleeves rolled up, his hair in a messy bun as he taps his pen on the desk, trying to get some work done and over with.

You open the classroom door with your usual dead-pan face. A soft sigh escapes your brother’s lips as he sees you, he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance.

"You truly need to be more careful on your missions." He states sternly but there's a hint of genuine care in his eyes.

"Do you need anything?" He adds with a lazy grin.

“No, im fine.” You say, replying to his question as you walk into the classroom to get some papers you had left behind earlier.

He silently watched you go over to your desk. His eyes roaming over you, checking if you were really fine until you came back with the papers in hand.

He pushed his chair back a little, leaning back so he could properly look at you. He was looking at you like a hawk, analyzing you for any little bruise, any little cut.

"Sure you are. You certainly don't look fine." He teased a little, a smirk growing on his face, even though he didn’t see any visible marks.

“Yes, Su, im fine.” You say with an annoyed tone, rolling your eyes lightly. You called your older brother Su, which he hated a little but that’s exactly why you use that nickname.

Another smirk appeared on his face when he heard your annoyed tone.

“You don't sound like it either." He stated, standing up from his seat and moving towards you.

"Let me see." He added, now standing in front of you.

He was still much taller than you even though you're not a small person yourself. He grabs your chin with one hand, gently turning your head from side to side as he closely checked your face and neck for any injury.

You don’t protest, there is no point in doing so. You just sigh and stand there. Aside from your usual scar there were no visible wounds.

His eyes followed every movement, taking in your every expression. Satisfied that there was no serious injury on your face and neck, he let go and continued to look over the rest of your body.

He quickly took a hold on one of your hands and unrolled the sleeve to your shoulder, checking your arms for any injuries. He even turned your hand around a few times, checking your palm as well.

You sigh heavily. “Su, I. Am. Fine.” You say as he keeps checking. He can be a little too overprotective sometimes.

"If you'd be fine then you wouldn’t mind me checking." He mumbled and let go of your hand.

"Lift up your shirt." He stated as he crossed his arms.

“Really?” You ask in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, really. I need to check your torso. Don't be difficult now." He replied and put his hands on his hips. There was no room to argue with Geto. He was dead serious about your injuries and knew you tend to be too stubborn for your own good sometimes.

You groan and mumble something under your breath before lifting up your oversize t-shirt, exposing your torso up to your ribs.

He’s such a drama queen, you thought to yourself.

He gave you a light smack against the head for mumbling something and took another look over your body.

He saw the few bruises and cuts on your sides and stomach, inspecting them closely. He gently pressed his fingers against some of the worse looking ones, a concentrated look on his face.

You flinch a little, though it didn’t hurt.

He noticed your flinch and hummed, his gaze now directed at you, studying your facial expression. He carefully poked your stomach again, this time on purpose, seeing another flinch.

"Stop flinching." He said, rolling his eyes. His fingers gently traced over a couple of your injuries, making sure you weren’t seriously hurt from the mission. You do tend to hide your injuries.

You groan. “Ugh, Geto im fine! It tickles.” You say as you push his hand away and let go of your shirt, letting it fall back down.

He lets out a sigh and crosses his arms again. A small smile on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Sure, sure." He replies, not wanting to argue over this anymore. He's at least satisfied that there are no major injuries he has to worry about.

"You should really be more careful though. You can't just get yourself in a position where you're hurt so easily. You should have more experience in battle by now." He says, referring to the little cuts and blueish purple bumps on your ribs and sides.

“I dont get hurt easily, this was just a special case. And even so its just a few bumps, im not a child.” You say, annoyed at your brother for worrying all the time like you’re some little kid.

He raises an eyebrow, now annoyed at your response. He takes a step forward, almost towering over you now.

"I know you're not a child. In fact, you're almost an adult now. But you're still my little sister. I'll worry as much as I want."

He placed a hand on the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. He never failed to take a moment to tease and or annoy you.

You just sigh lightly, “Okay okay.” as you push his hand away.

"I better not see you with any serious injuries that you try to hide any time soon, got it?" He says with a still teasing but serious voice.

You just nod with a displeased look on your face.

"I'm serious, you know. You can't always rush into battle without thinking. You're an excellent sorcerer, but you need to be more careful." He says, now lecturing you.

“Whats the point? As long as i get the job done who cares if ive got a few bruises?” You retort, pointing your finger at the old scar on your face. “Plus they look cool.”

He lets out a sigh of disappointment and lightly smacks you upside the head again. He still didn't like it when you were being so reckless. After all, you were an important part of his life and he cared about you deeply.

"You don't need "cool" scars. Stop being so careless and stubborn. One day you'll seriously get injured badly and it could have been avoided." He says as he points his finger at you, like scolding a misbehaving child.

You groan lightly. “Okay okay, jeez.” You say annoyed, with a hint of sarcasm.

His eye twitched slightly at your tone, clearly irritated by your attitude, yet he chose to give you the benefit of the doubt this time and simply rolled his eyes in response.

"Watch your tone, kid." He said and ruffled your hair again, just to get on your nerves some more.

Even though he is teasing, you notice hes acting a little strange. “Whats the matter? Youre more serious than usual.” You say with a complimentary poke to his side.

He flinched a bit when you poked him, more from surprise than anything else. He quickly regained his composure and gave you a small glare. He wasn't really upset, more annoyed at your behavior.

"I'm always serious. You're the one who doesn't take things seriously." He stated and poked your side in return.

You flinched a tiny bit at the retaliatory poke, a small smile spreading on your lips involuntarily. “I do take things seriously, but you’re just too serious.”

He tilts his head slightly and raises an eyebrow, noticing the small smile on your face. He knew you couldn't resist a small playful fight.

You look at him for a second, something is definitely wrong. “You ok?”

He paused for a moment, realizing your genuine concern. "I'm fine." He assured you, though there was a hint of something more in his tone.

You take a seat on one of the classroom tables that was right behind you. Looking at him for a second, the little smile on your face disappearing as fast as it showed up. “You haven’t been sleeping.”

His expression darkened a little at your remark. Of course you would notice that, you always had a habit of reading him a bit too well at times, even as a kid.

"What makes you so sure about that?" He asked, the smirk on his face also fading, replaced by a somewhat troubled expression. He was avoiding your gaze and tried to stay casual.

“Intuition… also maybe the circles under your eyes.” You say as you point at him.

He lets out a small sigh and rubs a hand over his face, knowing that you caught on to him so quickly. It was sometimes irritating when you knew him so damn well, it was almost impossible to lie.

"Right..." He muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated at your observation skills.

He leans against the desk, facing you. He tries to keep his usual neutral expression, but the tiredness was still evident.

“You’ve been going on too many missions, haven’t you?” You lean forward a little.

“You. Shouldn’t. Push. Yourself. So. Damn. Much.” With each word you deliver a poke to his side and stomach, to get the message across.

You are trying to lighten the mood a little, even though it’s normally you thats all pouty.

He flinched at each poke, almost wincing as he tried not to laugh.

It was unexpected to see you so serious about something like this, even if you try to cover it up by being playful and annoying.

He couldn’t help a smile appearing on his face.

"Easy, easy. I know, I know." He said and gently grabbed your wrists to stop you from poking him any longer.

You cease your playful attack. Smiling lightly at him. “You really need to learn when to take a break.”

He huffed slightly, still holding onto your wrist.

"I could say the same about you. Rushing into battle like you're invincible." He says in a slightly lecturing tone, but there was a hint of care there as well.

“Touché.” You say with a slight smile, cocking your head to the side ever so slightly.

“Y’know it’s normally me lecturing you, not the other way around.” He says with an amused smile.

“I guess its a nice change of pace.” You shrug.

He chuckles, nodding in agreement.

He looks down at you for a moment, his eyes studying your expression. A sly smirk formed on his face as he had an amusing idea pop into his head.

"But you know what else would be a nice change of pace?" He says, a mischievous spark glistening in his eyes.

“What?” You ask, genuinely oblivious.

He smirked and tugged on your wrist lightly, making your body lean forward towards him a little.

He leaned down menacingly. Still holding your wrists in a gentle yet firm grip. He looked at you with a sly smile, his eyes scanning your face.

"Payback."

Your expression was one of confusion, when suddenly it dawned on you. Uh oh.

Without any time to waste he loosens his grip on your wrist and quickly reaches out, his hands moving to your sides and digging into your skin lightly.

I guess thats what you get for poking him.

“Wait! Su, im sorry-“ You yelp as your voice is laced with nervousness.

He smirked at your panicked voice, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. He knew you weren’t immune to tickling, and it was quite amusing to see you lose your usual composure.

"Sorry? Sorry won’t cut it now." He teased as his fingers danced around your sides.

“Hold on, Suhuhu-“ You giggle as you hit his chest lightly.

Geto loved to tickle you, sometimes just to mess with you, sometimes to make you smile or laugh, sometimes to get revenge and sometimes to stop you from sulking.

This is one of those times he’s doing it for revenge.

He chuckled as you hit his chest, enjoying the sound of your giggles, which he thought were adorable.

He loved these moments when he could make you laugh or smile, especially since you were often so serious and he had to pry a little to get a reaction out of you.

"You brought this upon yourself," He teases with a smirk on his face, his fingers digging into the sensitive spots on your sides.

“Naha! Shihihit.” You shook your head as uncontrollable giggles poured out of you.

Honestly, you don’t mind this. You love roughhousing with your older brother.

Especially if this will help him to get his mind off of whatever he is dealing with.

Geto loved these moments as well, these lighthearted moments where you acted childish and let your guard down.

It reminds him that despite everything, you were still just a teenager and not always a tough, serious sorcerer.

He continued the tickling for a few more moments, relishing in your giggles and the sight of you losing your composure.

Finally, he stopped and chuckled, watching you with a fond expression.

"Had enough yet?" He asks, his hands still resting on your sides.

“Fuhuck you.” You retort, giggles still apparent in your voice.

He chuckles again at your response, amused by your continued giggling.

"Language, young lady." He chided you almost absentmindedly, though there was no real heat behind his words.

He then tightened his grip on your sides again. "You still haven’t apologized for all the poking, you know."

Your body tensed up when his fingers dug into your sides, even if he wasn’t actively moving them.

“Apologize? For what? I was just trying to make you feel better.” You say with a huff.

He rolls his eyes at your response, clearly not buying it. He raised an eyebrow and gave you a look that said, "Really?"

"You were just trying to make me feel better, huh? By annoying me and poking my sides like I do to you?" He asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

He then started moving his fingers very slowly on your sides, not really doing much but just enough to tingle.

You flinched, a small smile spreading on your lips again.

“I don’t need to explain my thought process to you.” You say, a few faint giggles escaping here and there as you speak.

He noticed the smile and small giggles. He chuckled at your response, rolling his eyes again.

"Oh, really? Don’t feel like sharing with your dear older brother, huh?"

He continued to slowly move his fingers over your sides, slowly starting to climb up your sides towards your ribs.

He knows exactly what he is doing. Slowly inching closer to the spot where your sides meet your ribs.

Your voice grew a little more panicked.

“I-I mean, i dont know, i- Getoooo.” You whined his name, he knows you cant think straight right now.

He smirks at your panic, enjoying every second of it.

He knew that you struggled to think straight when he starts tickling you, and he loved it.

He continued to slowly move his fingers further up your sides, getting closer and closer to that specific spot, knowing that this is what was making you panic.

"You don’t know? Or do you just not want to tell me?" He teases.

You glared at him, knowing he was doing this on purpose. “Geto, please. Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled at your glare, clearly amused by your attempts to intimidate him.

He knew you were flustered and struggling to think straight, and he was milking it for all it was worth.

"What’s that? Don’t I dare to what?" He asks, feigning innocence, although his fingers were still steadily moving up your sides.

“Tickle me.” You answer his question.

As soon as that sentence escaped your lips, you knew you fucked up.

"Hm. You want me to tickle you? Well, I guess I have to then." He swiftly darted his fingers to that dreaded spot and started tickling you mercilessly.

That spot always breaks you, he knows it and he loves it.

“Wait thATS NOT WHAT I MEANT S- NAHAHA!!” You fell right into his trap, that bastard.

You let out full on belly laughter, shaking your head and squirming as you started hitting his chest again. Not like you have much strength left right now.

You just gave him exactly what he wanted, relishing in the sound of your full belly laughter.

You hitting his chest didn’t do much.

"Oh, but it is, you just said it, didn’t you~?" He teased, smiling as he continued the tickle-attack on that specific spot.

“YOHOU KNOHOHOW DAMN WELL THATS NOHOT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!! SHIHIHIT!!” You squeeze your eyes shut, laughing your head off.

He laughs as well, finding your frustration and panic amusing.

He loved these moments where he could make you lose your composure and act more like a teenager your age.

"Oh, but you should have been more specific then~" He teases, grinning as he continues his attack.

You grab onto his wrists, not having any strength to push them away.

“PL-PLEHEHEASE!! IM SORRY! IM SORRYHYHYYY!!” You throw your head back, failing to stop the laughter from escaping.

"Oh, so you’re sorry now, are you?" He says, amusement in his voice.

With a hearty laugh he finally relented and stopped the tickling, leaving you panting and trying to catch your breath.

You groan as you take big gulps of air.

You breathe heavily. “Y-Youre a bastard you know that?” You say, as a few stray giggles still escape your lips.

He chuckles at your comment, a smug smirk on his face as he watches you trying to catch your breath.

"Guilty as charged." He responds, chuckling again before his expression softens a little.

You sigh dramatically. That tired you out.

“Now im tired, thanks a lot.” You say sarcastically, a small smile still lingering on your lips.

"Aww, is that right? Feeling tired now, are you?" He says in a slightly mocking tone, yet his voice is soft.

The smile on his face grows slightly as he continues. "Well, maybe you shouldn’t have poked me in the first place."

“Maybe i shouldn’t have.” You groan lightly.

You meet his gaze, seeing the smile on his face. “Did that help?”

"Hm? Help with what?" He asks, confused.

“Take your mind off of stuff.” You say tiredly.

He smiles faintly at your response, appreciating your concern for him.

He knew that he had a lot on his mind these days, more than usual, and that you could sense that something was bothering him.

He doesn’t answer right away. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Yeah. It helped. A little." He says softly, bringing his hand up to lightly brush the now messy hair out of your face.

“Well im glad my pain and suffering helped you only a little.” You said sarcastically but with a tired tone, you could fall asleep right here and now.

He chuckles, shaking his head lightly.

You sigh as you stand up, grab the papers you had originally came here for from another desk you had placed them on.

He watches as you get up and grab the papers from the other desk, noticing the tiredness in your movements.

“I think im gonna go sleep for a day or two now.” You say in a groggy voice.

"A day or two, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep that long before." He says in a lighthearted tone.

“Well you’re about to.” You give him a small smile, as you turn to leave.

Before you exit the classroom you turn your head back to look at him.

“But really… learn how to take a break, dumbass.” You shake your head lightly as you step out and close the door behind you.

He chuckles softly as you call him a dumbass and tell him to take a break.

He knows he’s been pushing himself too hard, but he also knows that you worry about him just like he worries about you.

He stands there in the empty classroom, watching as you close the door behind you. He lets out a soft exhale and smiles fondly to himself.

"Yeah. Yeah, alright." He mutters softly.

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Hope you enjoyed!<3 Haven’t wrote a fic in quite some time so it may not be the best but i had fun writing it!!

[moonsoaked-tickles]

didn't feel like coloring this one

anyway Lee!Choso anybody ? please I need more content of these guys i'll start tweaking

[fluffywings13]

Abuse of a Binding Vow (Yuuji uses Sukuna as a means to an end like Sukuna once used Yuuji as a means to an end)

(Sukuna does not appreciate being used as a means to an end very well.)

“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–Pl eeaaasseehehehhehehshshahahahahah 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 succumes to the horrid tickle torture as comeuppance 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.”

[feathergail]

[ gojo satoru - jujutsu kaisen ]

silly man deserves to get tickled silly <3

[allnightstay]

Day 17 - Raspberry 🌬️

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.

And you weren’t planning on showing any mercy.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Alright, you know what time it is! My birthday is right around the corner, but do not rush this. Get it done when you have the time, sis. But May I request Ler! Yuta. Tickle fight scenario, but it's just really soft since it's my birthday.

Happy birthday!

Atp I'm only writing jjk fics for you. Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST LIL SIB EVER!!! I'm so glad to be your big sis. I hope you enjoy this, I had fun writing it💖

And ty @duckymcdoorknob for helping me with ideas

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Yuta x reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Yuta

Warnings: Tickles!

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It all started as a simple poke, then another, and another. Earning the sweetest squeaks from the dark haired teen. Yuta folded over himself, lightly batting at your mischievous fingers.

“What’s up with you-” he cut off his own question when he saw the look on your face. Your eyes darting all over the room, a noticeable blush on those cheeks, and head ducked down. He knew that look very well. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease you a bit first. “Is there something you want?”

“I uhh…” You stumbled over your words, fiddling with your fingers. Your inside voice was practically screaming over how mean Yuta could be at times. He knows what you want, you know that he knows, and he knows that you know that he knows.

Seeing your hesitance, Yuta came up to you, gently cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. A teasing smirk spreading across his lips at the sight of your deepening blush. “C’mon, birthday bean. I know you’re capable of using your words. Go on~”

With a gulp, you spoke in a small voice “C-can you tickle me…?”

Somehow, the special grade sorcerer managed to hear your mumbled reply. His teasy expression was replaced by a warmer and kinder smile. “Of course, dear. Anything for the birthday bean~”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around you, trapping you in a bear hug. His fingers tracing soft patterns up and down your back, sometimes straying a bit too close to your sides.

“Eep- Eheheheh!” you couldn’t help the small titters that started to bubble out of your mouth. Allowing yourself this moment of vulnerability for your birthday. Yuta could be as teasy as he could be kind. The switch in his actions always sends butterflies to your stomach. You leaned further into him, a snort of laughter being heard when he started to delicately scratch between your shoulder blades. Also making sure to flutter his fingers against your neck.

Whenever you looked at Yuta, you would be met with the sweetest most loving smile known to man. His eyes screaming how much he loved you, and the way he touched you so gently, so lovingly, showed how much he cared for you. He wanted nothing but to make you happy on your special day.

After a few moments of scratching at your tickle spots, he eventually slowed down until fully stopping. In one swift movement, he carried you bridal style over to the couch. Earning a flustered complaint from you, not that you actually minded though.

“Wait just a moment, I have a surprise for you” You quirk up a brow, watching as he disappears into the kitchen before reappearing, holding something behind his back.

“Tada!~ I made it myself, I hope you like it…"Now it was Yuta’s turn to look all shy. He held out to you a birthday milkshake of your favorite flavor. You could feel your heart squeeze in your chest at the thoughtfulness put behind it.

“Thank you, Yuta” you said softly, taking the milkshake in such a delicate manner, as if it were a piece of fine art. You gave the first sip, eyes widening at how good it tasted. “This is amazing! Thank you so much!”

You leaned against him once he settled next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to hold you all comfortably and snug, his thumb gently rubbing at your arm. “I’m glad you liked it. I needed a bit of help from the others before I got it right…” he admitted sheepishly, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

You let out a laugh of endearment, how could someone be so cute?!

You both remained snuggled up, with you enjoying your milkshake and basking in Yuta’s warmth. “Happy birthday, dear” he whispered lovingly into your reddened ear. What a nice way to celebrate your birthday with the loving touch and care from the one you love most.

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