#anime tickling

[mindlessflare]

I’m not the biggest Pokemon guy, but I would happily support this, and even hold the Interrogation Badge.

Sounds like a fun idea!

I just had the funniest idea. I doubt it’s realistic, but imagine if the tickle community organized a group of Lers with different styles of tickling/play. And they each had their own badge you get if you survive playing with them. And once you collect all the badges, there is another group of Lers called the Elite Four and to become the champion you have to survive being tickled by each of them all in the same night 😁

So like, the ones with the badges could be all over the world. And then the Elite Four are all at NEST every year or something.

It could be a life-long quest to travel the world collecting badges before finally challenging the Elite Four.

So what are the different gym badges? They would have to reflect different Ler specialties/personalities. I’m thinking like:

- feather badge

- tickle fight badge

- stocks badge

- mind fuck badge

- interrogation badge

- gang tickle badge

Someone should give me a billion dollars to make this happen. The current billionaires are not nearly imaginative enough with their money 😂

[h0rny-little-switch]

Who wants to tease my bare feet like this?

[kusuguricafe]

Aren't they just the cutest?? 💖

(clip from paradox live the animation, season 1 episode 6)

[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.

[city-tickles]

“Fess up!”

Source: Paradox Live THE ANIMATION Season 1 Episode 6

[comfytickles]

LEE HOWL TICKLES!!!

Because he's beautiful :)

Click for better quality!

Also sorry for the lower quality.

[mindlessflare]

You know what’s bullshit?

Tickle scenes in anime where the lee is tickled with a feather while their socks are still on.

That just bugs me for some reason.

Bare foot tickles all the way.

[toweroftickles]

Evil crop-top tummy tickle from Tai Chi Chasers (episode 19). ^^ I never watched this series as a kid, but if I had, this definitely would've formed a core memory.

Also worth mentioning is that the main character (Rai)'s literal first spoken line of dialogue in the show is "That tickles!" Look. (3:18)

[funagonys-blog]

"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"

... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.

I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.

In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.

[gigglz]

Take a break.

Platonic! N$FW do not interact.

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!!

[h0rny-little-switch]

Did anyone ever play a game when y’all were younger called ‘Hide and Seek, Tickle Feet?’

You basically do the same rules as hide and seek, but you have to stick out your feet. When the seeker comes and finds someone to tickle, they have to try and not laugh or they’re caught. The tickler can leave and come back, giving the lee a false sense of security, but that’s the basic gist of it.

Basically an excuse for a group of close friends to tickle each other.

[alinatk]

Satoru Gojo's Ticklish Punishment

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto | Utahime Iori Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto Ler!Utahime Summary: Satoru Gojo is many things. Annoying and arrogant are adjectives that are at the top of the list and not even your friends can take it anymore, so why not make him change a little and at the same time have fun with a little revenge?

"G-Guys, what does that mean?"

Gojo had agreed to go to Geto's apartment to discuss the new mission they received the day before, but the last thing he expected was...

He was sitting in an armchair, his arms tied behind his back and his legs stretched out, also tied on the living room coffee table.

"It was one of my sleeping curses, you were only unconscious for as long as it took for us to contain you" It was Geto speaking, he was standing next to him, leaning on the same armchair.

"I asked Geto to help me, I wanted to get revenge on you" Utahime was sitting on the coffee table, next to Gojo's feet, with a triumphant expression on her face.

"What? but why?" Gojo's eyes widened. "And why did you agree to this, Suguru?"

"Ah, I had nothing to do, so it's a chance to have fun and get out of the boredom" He smiled.

"A chance to have fun? But-" He stopped talking when he felt a scratch on his sole. "H-Hey, Utahime!"

"It is really true!" She had a sparkle in her eye.

"Y-You.." He had already understood. "You can't ahahahahahahahahaha" And he couldn't help but laugh when he felt her fingers moving across his sole.

"Yes, I can, and how can I! You keep disrespecting everyone, especially me, it's time to stop" She used her index finger to trace imaginary lines and paths that went from the heel to the base of Gojo's toes. "Geto agrees with me"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha Utahime, w-wahahahahahahahahait!"

"She's right, Satoru, how many times have I told you to treat your elders more respectfully?! At some point the consequences would arrive" He smiled.

"Wait a minute, you can't ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" He couldn't finish the sentence.

"I'm tired of waiting" Utahime started scribbling his fingers all over Gojo's right sole.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohohohohohohoho" He laughed as he tried to shake his foot away from her hands. "hahahahahahahaha stop stahahahahahahahahahap"

"Oh no, we're just getting started. You come too, Geto" She pointed to Gojo's left foot.

"S-Suguru nohohohohohohohohoho take me out of here ahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"I will eventually, but for now.." He joined Utahime, trailing his fingers along his sole.

"AHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahaha no nohohohohohohohohohoho wait ahahahahahahahahaha" Gojo was overcome by sensations.

Utahime strummed harder, concentrating on the center of her sole, while Geto covered the entire sole of the foot with softer strokes. But they both watched as Gojo laughed and doubled over, trying to free himself from his bonds.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no nohohohohohohohoho stahahahahahahahap" Gojo was a mess, his face slightly red, his hair disheveled and tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Did you hear that, Geto? He doesn't want us to stop" She giggled.

"Haha, how mean, Utahime" He stopped. "Let's give our friend a break"

"E-Enough.." Gojo said trying to catch his breath. "Get me out of here"

"That's up to you, Satoru.. Are you going to change your behavior?" Geto went to his side, leaning on the armchair again.

"I also want you to apologize to me!" Utahime said, crossing his arms.

"Me? You're the ones who should be apologizing! You can't just-" He was interrupted.

"Yeah, you said it right, Geto" Utahime sighed. "He's proud and doesn't make it easy"

"Yeah... But it's okay, there's another spot I want to test" He said, poking Gojo's ribs.

"AH! He shrank away. "You wouldn't dare.."

Geto knew about Gojo's sensitivity, he had discovered it naturally with a few touches here and a few pokes there, until one day he took better advantage of the opportunity and Gojo ended up laughing and completely defeated on the floor.

"I have nothing to lose.." He smiled and fingered her ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUGURU NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Wow.." Utahime watched, amazed, as Gojo bent, thrashed and laughed against Geto's tickles. "I want it too"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" This time it was Utahime who squeezed his ribs while Geto held him by the shoulders, keeping him leaning so he wouldn't get in the way. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT, PLEASE!" And they stopped.

"Oh, I'm surprised you say such a polite word like that" Geto mocked. "But you still haven't said what we want to hear"

"Make it easy on yourself"

"I-I don't.." Was all Gojo said while breathing heavily.

Utahime and Geto exchanged a look, at the same time they sighed, but they weren't surprised. While Utahime sat down again near Gojo's feet, Geto pulled a chair to the side of the armchair and sat down.

"You asked for this! " They said together.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" Gojo was surprised by Utahime's fingers running over his soles and Geto's fingers pressing his ribs. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL DIE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP"

"Begging won't help, even though it's great to hear from you" That's what Utahime said and Geto approved with a smile.

Gojo wasn't able to think straight, he could feel the way Utahime's fingers slid across his soles, hitting all the sensitive spots and the way Geto's fingers traced his ribs, alternating between squeezing them one by one. He wouldn't last long.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORY" He finally give up.

"What did you say, Satoru? I couldn't understand.." Geto wouldn't miss the chance to tease him.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SORRY, I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He screamed and they stopped.

"Thank you for doing this voluntarily, Gojo, I forgive you" She smiled and turned to leave.

"And you have nothing to tell me, Satoru?" He threatened to tickle him again.

"I-I'm going to change!" He said quickly.

"Haha, that's good, I'm pleased" He smiled and free him. "Now we can talk about the mission"

But Gojo just stood there, recovering and thinking how much he liked and hated those two at the same time.

[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.

[city-tickles]

"Next, your armpits"

Love a good tickle interrogation

Source: https://www.viz.com/shonenjump/mission-yozakura-family-chapter-203/chapter/40947?action=read

[comfytickles]

Ahm... well, this was an unexpected fandom. Probably a dead one but oh well.

I just wanna make him laugh hysterically ehehe...

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