Hello, I see you’ve stumbled across my blog. Welcome and thanks for stopping by.
For your information, this is a tickle blog, aka just a silly little place where i repost amazing art, occasionally write stuff, and just chill. My blog is fully SFW so fellow minors are welcome to interact with it. Please do not interact with me in any way whatsoever if you post NSFW content, i am a minor.
To find out more about me,my boundaries, and general information about my blog, look under the cut. :)
oo, you‘re interested? good, good :3
Things about me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
My name is luve, friends may call me lu or any other nickname that isn’t weird. :)
I do not know if i am an ESTP or an ISTP (Myers Briggs Type Indicator)
I am a True Neutral (Moral Alignment Test)
If I had to describe myself with adjectives i would say I am bold playful, open, and (mostly) funny.
I think that’s it about myself. But before we move onto my boundaries I will briefly explain what all my shortened words mean in case you do not understand them. :D
DNI : Do Not Interact
SFW : Safe For Work
NSFW : Not Safe For Work (18+)
tk : tickle
My boundaries ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
DNI if : You are a Lovejoy fan, a Wilbur fan, a Melanie Martinez fan, over 30 years old (with the exception of blogs i follow/interact with first), if you post NSFW content, if you are racist, a proshipper, xenophobic, homophobic, or transphobic, and if you are too sensitive. (The “too sensitive people DNI” thing because no, i will not do a whole list of things for you just so that you don’t start crying and screaming like a child.)
You are on thin ice if: You are a Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss fan, if you are a DTEAM fan, over 20 years old, someone who likes to argue, or just annoying.
Please interact if: You are in any fandom I’m in, if you are a fellow SFW tk blog, or if you’re just chilling :)
What you can/shouldn’t do ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
Here is a list of things i would be comfortable with and that you can do, followed by a list of things i would be uncomfortable with and that you should not do. The list of things you can do is if you do not fall in the DNI criteria of the previous list.
What you can do: Dm me to talk, ask for my socials, give me non romantic compliments (e.g. “smart; funny; silly; …”), reblog or like my posts even if you are not a tk account (just don’t put them in a main tag), send me asks, and just enjoy my content :)
What you shouldn’t do: Dm me in hopes of romance, dm me for sexual matters, tease me if i do not know you, ask for teases if i don’t know you, dm me in hopes of seeing my face/body, interact with me in any way if you are in the “DNI” category, give me weird pet names, sexualise me, or be weird.
Now that i’m done talking about myself, let’s talk about my blog.
About my blog ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :
My blog has two “sides”, a non tk related side, and a tk related side. Regardless of what you are following me for, be aware that the other “side” exists.
About tk related things :
This is not a fetish, nor a kink, for me tickling is just a playful and cutesy thing between friends or characters.
I might post some more fics, headcanons, or other things. If I do post them, expect them to have characters from these fandoms :
- MP100
- Spy X Family
- TDLOSK
Please understand that i cannot write for fandoms i know nothing about, so if you send me an ask saying e.g. “can you write lee!y ler!x from xyz show??” I will not be able to do that.
To see my fic/s type in “tickle fic” in the search option on my profile.
About non tk related things :
I think i’ll mainly just reblog poetry or write about stuff happening in my life, nothing too hard to understand :)
Once again, thanks for stopping by and thank you for reading my introduction. :)
vi outᯓ★
Started my blog on August 14th 2024 at 09:53am (CET)
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this is saiki speaking, and this is yuuta speaking
anything in brackets are thoughts
Saiki was at Yuuta’s house, his little neighbour that he had grown quite fond of. They were watching an episode of his favourite show featuring Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2. Yuuta always seemed to think of Saiki as his hero, he didn’t get the resemblance, but oh well, if that helps him sleep at night, so be it.
“Do you wanna go get a lemon soda?”
Saiki was practically melting into the couch, he was NOT going to get up.
“I’ll pass”
Yuuta frowned a bit, typical kid behaviour. He tugged on the side of Saiki’s shirt to try and get him up.
“Hey, let go of me”
“No, come on!! Get up!! You’re a hero, heroes aren’t lazy!!”
Yeah there was no chance he was getting up.
Suddenly, Yuuta tugged a little more than just Saiki’s shirt, getting a small handful of his side.
He shrieked, jumping to the side the same way he would if he saw a bug.
“Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2!! Are you okay??”
“Yes, i’m fine. Now let G—“
Saiki tried to say as Yuuta squeezed his side again. His sentence being interrupted with a shriek.
“…”
“Are you..”
(“Don’t”)
“There’s no way!! Heroes are supposed to be invincible!!”
(“Well that’s one dream shattered”)
Yuuta said, squeezing both his sides
“Let go!!”
Saiki said with a shriek as he tried to get Yuuta off. Since he didn’t know how to control his strength well enough though, he was only weakly trying.
At this point, saiki was basically half off and half onto the couch, his upper half on the armrest
(“So this is Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2’s weakness.. huh”)
(“Stop thinking about that!!”)
(“God how do i get myself out of this mess..”)
(“I have to try and get him off but i can’t, i can’t regulate my strength well enough”)
Saiki repositioned himself onto the sofa as to not fall off, only to be met with the tackling embrace of Yuuta, who tried pinning him down before lightly poking his fingers into the pinkette’s stomach
(“Ack— not there! That’s far too close to my—“)
“GAAH—!”
Saiki screamed as Yuuta drilled his fingers into his hips, he squirmed as suddenly he felt his power limiter come loose. It fell. It didn’t break luckily but with Yuuta on top of himself, one wrong move could cause serious damage.
“Take this! I call this my ultimate tickle attack!”
“No-NO Wait!! WAIT“
Suddenly, Yuuta began scribbling his fingers all over saiki’s hip bones
Saiki bit his lip, throwing his head back to concentrate on sitting as still as possible. Small giggles were escaping his lips.
“Woah.. are all heroes this ticklish?? Is this why you can’t defeat Baron Cola??”
Yuuta said, stopping for a second as he spoke. Saiki rushed to grab his limiter, putting it back in and panting.
Suddenly, another tickle attack came upon him, albeit this time a bit lighter than before.
He tried to warn Yuuta to get him to stop for good, yet he couldn’t talk without giggling his words out, making his warning sound like all bark no bite.
“Yuuhuta!! Ihi wouldn’t contihinue if i wehere you!!”
“It’s not like a weak hero like you can do anything!!”
Yuuta teased. Making Saiki try to get him off, after a good few tries and more giggles, He successfully lifted Yuuta in the air with just enough force.
“Aaah!! Put me down!!”
He squealed as saiki took the chance to have a little break and pant
“Oh you are not getting away with that”
(“Uh oh”)
(“Well said, Yuuta.”)
After his little break, he lightly dug his fingers into the younger one’s ribs, earning some squeaky giggles
“Look at you, little squeaker”
“Nohot fahair!!”
Yuuta giggled, tapping on Saiki’s arm as a sign of giving up
“I’ll let you off with a small warning this one time. But if you want to try anything like that, you better watch your back.”
“Or better said, your ribs.”
Saiki said, giving his ribs one more light tickle before putting him down on the sofa
He panted, leaning into Saiki’s chest, Saiki lightly scratched Yuuta’s head as he fell asleep, leaning onto Saiki a bit more.
A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. yes i have officially written for jjk ! i have been in immense hyper fixation for the longest time and im afraid i will only write for them for a while muhaha! no beta we die like blobkuna >:) - bunny 🔮
The curse alarms rang through the dorms, alerting all students and faculty to the high use of cursed energy throughout the building. A safety precaution, merely to stop any threats of unsuspecting curse attacks, but now? Now the blaring was caused by none other than Jujutsu High’s own students. The ringing of the bell thumped in time with the pounding of Gojo’s heart rate, as he raced through what felt like never-ending hallways.
Behind him, hot on his heels, was his best friend, Suguru Geto, chasing him down with the most predatory look one could acquire. Gojo dared to steal a glance, and upon looking, he let out a less than manly squeal, before trying to pick up the pace. The curse spirit manipulator was pulling out his largest curses just to obstruct Gojo’s path, consequently triggering all the alarms within the radius. “Come back here, Satoru!” Suguru called, taking a very ungracious turn around the corner when Satoru did.
“Stay away from me, you heathen!” The Six Eyes user cursed. He was so close to his room, he could almost taste freedom.
The two bounded around the academy, weaving their way around corners and swivelling past anyone that had the misfortune of crossing paths with them in their current situation. They narrowly avoided toppling principal Yaga over in the process. The man glared at the two, hurling curses and threats in their direction but neither of them payed him any mind, they were far too busy lost in their own bubble of mirth to acknowledge anyone but them. When Gojo finally saw the pass for his room, he dove through the door, almost managing to lock it behind him before Geto could weasel his way in. Maybe in another universe, Gojo had made it in time. Unfortunately for his unparalleled universe, the raven haired boy had tackled him onto the floor just as he opened the door to his room.
The boys tussled around on the carpet, causing enough friction for Gojo’s already disheveled hair to stand up on end. “Suguru, get off! You are such an asshole, you really had to chase me through the entire building for this?!” Satoru complained, while still batting off his best friend’s hands. Suguru chuckled.
“Oh, cmon Satoru, all of this hassle could have been avoided if you’d have just answered my question honestly.”
“I did! I answered your stupid question and you chased me down anyway. Like the barbarian you are!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp as Suguru managed to pin his arms to his chest, perching himself comfortably on his thighs. Suguru’s eyes trailed over Satoru’s body and the white haired boy felt every nerve in his body light up with just a glance. The other hummed.
“No, I said answer honestly. You clearly lied to me, or you wouldn’t have taken off the way you did. Poor Satoru, who fought tooth and nail to not get caught, but look at where he is now.” The smug smirk on Suguru’s face was borderline sadistic as he purred out tease. Gojo kissed his teeth and grimaced.
“That was honest. I’m the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern world, that question should have an obvious answer.” And that bratty comment caused Suguru to click his tongue in amusement.
“Is that so? I wasn’t aware that a requirement for being the strongest meant that you weren’t allowed to be ticklish.” There it was! An insanely obvious pink hue settled itself on the eldest’s face, not going unnoticed by his cocky bastard of a best friend. “Oh? Have something you want to say, Satoru?”
“You- Of course not! I’m not ticklish, that’s for stupid and weak sorcerers like you, Suguru. I, of course, am able to withstand such childish activities.”
“Oh really?” The shorter raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely.” Gojo huffed out his chest in pride, as far as Geto’s arms bounding him would allow.
“So you didn’t flinch when I accidentally pinched you earlier?” He asked. Holding Satoru’s arms across his body securely, Suguru used his free hand to briefly tweak at the other’s sides. Anyone else would have assumed that Gojo hadn’t moved a muscle at the action, but with Suguru being so in tune with Satoru’s every little move, he didn’t miss the way his muscles slightly tensed up and how his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. How interesting. “And you absolutely, most definitely didn’t flinch when i touched you right there?” He continued.
“Nope. If it weren’t for the fact that your fat ass is literally crushing me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to feel your presence, it bothers me that little.” Geto snorted at the quip.
“Well then, you would probably be the worst curse user in all of history if you weren’t able to feel me right now.” And then there was a lull as Suguru scanned over his friend again. Gojo tried not to writhe under his scrutinising looks, he tried to keep it to a mere shuffle to not show how nervous he truly was.
“Not ticklish, you say?”
“How many times do I have to tell you, no I-I’m n-ngh! Would you stop that!” In the middle of his sentence, Geto delivered another poke to Gojo’s already quivering tummy. The muscle tightened and twitched on impact, making it harder to put up the front that Gojo is working hard to keep up. The dark haired man snickered. However painfully annoying Gojo was at times, he could also be so undeniably cute. Suguru use his two index fingers to walk a gentle path from the bottom of Gojo’s hip all the way to his top ribs, and he relished in the shudder it caused in the elder.
“So, I suppose it really wouldn’t bother you if I tested out my theory, yes?” He inquired. The question caused Gojo to stutter. He couldn’t be serious!
“No, I don’t t-think that’s necessary, Suguru.” He cursed at the way his own voice wobbled. “Cmon, let’s just forget this and go and play poke- n-nO fuhuck! s-stop that!” Satoru had to clench his jaw the second he felt Suguru’s nibble fingers pinching a line up his ribs. The touch was gentle and warm, all the things Suguru is to Satoru, the softness usually making him feel so comfortable. But right now, his stomach felt like it was doing backflips and his teeth ground together just to stop the titters threatening to escape. He could fight this, he thought. He’s Gojo Satoru, and he’d be damned if he let some tickling affect him. The shorter boy was still trailing his ribs with soft fluttering techniques, and he smiled down at his friend, who had slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Careful, Satoru, I think I almost heard a giggle there. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re ticklish, do you?” He teased. His voice was low and sultry, in a way that made Gojo want to hollow purple him half way across the world. A furious blush began to rise on his cheeks, both from holding in his laughter and from the teasing voice. Geto then began to skitter his fingers lightly across his tummy, watching how Gojo began to twitch to the side. “You know, if you want to escape this so bad, you could just put up infinity. It surely can’t be that much of a distraction for you to not be able to use it.” Geto chided. That bastard. He was right, though. It absolutely shouldn’t be that hard to put up infinity under such minimal pressure. He was the strongest sorcerer in the world, a few touches shouldn’t stop him. Yet, the truth of the matter is, Gojo had been trying - and evidently failing - to get his infinity up for the last two minutes. They both felt the loose cursed energy hang in the air like an unspoken truth, before immediately fizzling out when Geto flexed his fingers the tiniest amount. How humiliating.
“G-Go fuHuck yours-sehelf, Suguru.” The older choked back. He tried not to look at his friend, tried to avoid eye contact because he knew that would be the one thing to break him. His heels began to dig into the carpet. He felt an involuntary grin being etched onto his face, behind his hands.
“Oh, that’s not very nice. I thought I was your best friend, Satoru.”
“As if. I’m g-gohonna kiHIll you, Suhuguru!” Oh shit. The dam was breaking. Small huffs of laughter were beginning to slip through the cracks and he still could not get his damn infinity up! He heard Geto hum and threatened to crack an eye open, just in time to watch the other slightly roll up his shirt. A devastating pause.
“Do you think this is ticklish, Satoru?”
“Is wha- gAH! no! Y-Yohohou fuhUhucker!” Nothing could have prepared Gojo for an index finger to be planted right into his navel and subsequently scratch around the edges. He arched his back to the side and began twisting his head in ticklish agony. A bright flurry of giggles and chortles were coming out of the wood works and not even god himself could stop them now.
“Oh, look Satoru! We’ve found your laughter after all. Oh, that’s good, I was starting to think maybe I had gotten this all wrong.” Geto snarked, a shit eating grin taking over his features. “Or perhaps I am still wrong. Tell me, Satoru, does it tickle or not?” Suguru bastard Geto. Gojo, trapped in this very unfamiliar sensation, was struggling to comprehend what he should do. Should he cover his mouth to stop the laughter? Cover his face to hide his embarrassment? Cover his tickle spots so Suguru’s hands couldn’t reach them? Or should he just scrap every idea in that pile and kick his best friend in the balls to get away. All such viable options. His mind races a mile a minute and still it wouldn’t be able to catch up to the speed in which his laughter was coming out in.
“Suguhuhuru!“ He yelped, grabbing his best friend’s wrists. “S-Suhuuhugu! FuhuhUHuchk off! Shit! Whehehere’s my infinihihity!” He cursed continuously, feeling how Geto had thrown his other hand into the fray. One hand digging in his navel and the other one skittering across his ribs in the most torturous of ways. Gojo began to contort his body to try and escape, but Geto kept a solid weight pinning him down. “Fuhuhuck Suhuhuhugu- I-I can’t! Ihihi cahaHAHan’t.”
“Sure you can, Satoru! You can and you will.” There was a sick and sadistic smile on the younger’s face right now. “All you have to do is admit to me how utterly and helplessly ticklish you are, and I’ll let you go.”
The look on Gojo’s face was comical as he cried out “Hehehell no!” Stubborn as ever. Suguru tsked at the attitude.
“That’s fine by me, I can keep this up all day. I wonder where else you’re sensitive. Hmm, let me see…” His voice trailed off as he went back to overseeing which ticklish spots would be his next victim. Gojo saw a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Whahatehever you’re t-thihinking don’t you even dar- Suhuguru! NYAHAhahahaha gohohohohohod!” Satoru screeched when hands shot under his arms, burying themselves and solidifying an unruly, ticklish sensation. His arms clamps by his sides, head thrown back and back arching, trying everything to stop the feeling. Suguru chuckled at the state of his best friend.
“Nya haha? You do make the strangest sounds, Satoru, quite adorable if you ask me.” His voice was dripping in honey and Gojo really was finding it hard to compute what he was saying while being over taken by laughter. “Tell me, Satoru, are you Gojo Satoru because you’re ticklish or are you ticklish because you’re Gojo Satoru?” He punctuated his statement by drilling further into the boy’s armpits, the fabric of his uniform hardly acting as a barrier for the ticklish onslaught.
“EEYAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi- fuhuhuHUCK! I’m gohohonna- g-geheheht yohohohou so bahad!” He cried. The taller’s arms cradled around his chest, his body began to give up on him and his jerking was slowing down. He had no choice but to take his very sensitive punishment. “Suhuhuhuhuhguuhuhu!” It came out as a whine from the back of his throat enveloped in between his giggles.
“Tohoruhu.” Suguru mocked back.
“M-Mohohohove p-plEHEAse! ihihihihi cahahahan’t.” He was becoming desperate as tears of mirth began to glisten in his crinkled eyes. Suguru chuckled, admiring the way his best friend’s nose crinkled with laughter.
“Begging already? You really want me to move away from this spot?” A half rhetorical question that was answered with a desperate nod. He grinned like the cheshire cat. “Oh, alright. Since you finally learned what manners are. Let’s see… where haven’t we been yet, Toru?” He scanned and searched the expanse of Gojo’s vulnerable frame, in search of the final kill. His fingers pinched and prodded anywhere he could get his hands on in search of a singular spot that would get him the reaction he wanted. His hunt for that spot was soon over when he lightly skittered his nails across the other’s inner thigh, rewarding him with a jolt unlike any other. Suguru smirked.
“Satoru~” He purred and Gojo felt his stomach drop. Geto shifted slightly, just enough so that he was able to pry the taller’s legs open and have easy access to his thighs. “Is there anything you want to say before I do what we both know I’m going to do?” He cocked his head to the side playfully as he watched his friend’s legs start scrambling for purchase.
Suguru almost had to cover his ears from the volume of the absolute shrill scream that ripped out of Gojo’s throat. His back arched briefly before slamming down simply at a few nails scribbling against his inner thigh. Every nerve ending in his system was suddenly alight and screaming at him to get away from the feeling. His already heightened senses felt like they’d been dialled up to 100, his laughter coming out in roars, howls and chortles. Gojo reached up to pull at his own hair, physically feeling like he was being driven to madness at the feeling.
“Oh, I like this spot, Satoru. Look how it’s gotten you all worked up.” Geto’s voice was barely audible above Gojo’s screams. He felt devious enough to dig his index fingers into a spot well too close to the other’s groin and indulged in the involuntary snort that followed after. “Honestly, Satoru, you’re laughing so much it’s making me forget how oh so not-ticklish you are.” He couldn’t take it anymore. The white haired man was convinced that if he laughed anymore he was either going to piss himself or pass out, whichever more embarrassing method came first. He made a mental note to never mess with Suguru again, deciding to put his pride aside for the sake of his sanity.
“OHOHOKAY! ohohkahahahay OKAY! ihihiHIHIHI LIHIHIHED!” He screamed. It was honestly a mission just to get those words out. “ihihihi— JEHEHEHESUS! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Bingo.
“Oh? But that can’t be right, Satoru. You’re not ticklish, remember?” In hindsight, Suguru was an asshole, and he should have expected the teasing.
“GohOHOHOhohoho f—fuhuhuhuck yohoURSEHELF! NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! SuhUHUHU— gahahahahad plehehehease!” The tear streaks were beginning to make his face feel sticky and his jaw hurt from smiling so much. “P-Plehehehehehase ihihiIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! I— *snort* MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP.”
There was an incredible sense of self-satisfaction that Geto felt when he finally pulled his hands away. Gojo lay there, writhing and clutching his stomach with residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. His whole face was flushed with a bright red and his white hair was sticking up in several directions. This is what true victory felt like. Geto pulled himself away and sat by Gojo on the floor, watching him come back to reality. A dazed, tickle induced smile remained on his face.
“You alright there, dude? You look like you’re coming down from the most insane high right now.” He snickered. He was absolutely right.
“Ihihif yohou tell a-anyone abohout thihis, I am gohoing to hollow purple you ihinto next week.”
The giggly threat was enough to bring Suguru’s own laughter out, and suddenly the room was filled with two sources of laughter. He smiled fondly at his best friend, his one and only, before holding out his hand to pull him up.
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I absolutely missed the interaction of Reigen (aka the unofficial father of many children) and Teruki.
So I tried to fix it—
(I apologize for the crooked Japanese at one point, I decided to show off with the translator and I have no idea how correct everything is written there, haha)
Summary: Geto decides to be a menace to you for no reason... but you're not complaining.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Geto
A/N: This is for the anon that asked about a Geto x Reader fic!! I hope you enjoyy ~
It was one of those rare, blissful afternoons when everything felt still. No missions, no cursed spirits, and no obligations demanding your attention. Geto laid stretched across the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the picture of ease. His long, dark hair fanned across the cushion, catching the late afternoon light.
You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, flipping through a book, but your mind wandered as you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. He looked way too smug, like he had a secret you weren’t in on.
“You’re fidgeting,” Geto murmured without moving, his voice smooth and low, with just a hint of amusement.
“I’m not fidgeting,” you said defensively, shifting your legs.
His lips curled into a small, lazy smirk. “You are.” His golden eyes slid open, sharp and observant, and you knew immediately... you were doomed.
“What’s that look for?” you asked, suddenly wary.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, the smirk never leaving his face. “You just seem... bored.” He pushed himself upright with a stretch, muscles shifting beneath his loose shirt. "And I think you’re about five seconds away from regretting that.”
You blinked. “What-"
Before you could finish, Geto pounced with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to take you apart. His hands shot to your sides, his fingers fluttering across your ribs.
“HAHA-WAIT! Getoho!” you burst out, twisting wildly under his touch, but there was no escape. His hands were merciless, digging into every ticklish spot they could find.
“You’ve made a mistake,” Geto said in a soft, almost sing-song voice, his smile widening as your laughter grew louder. “And now I have to fix it.”
“Gehehet-hahaha! Stohohop!!” you gasped, trying to shove his hands away, but he was quick, dodging your frantic attempts with ease.
“Stop?” he repeated, feigning innocence as his hands skittered down to your waist. "You’re laughing too much to mean that.”
“I mehehehean it!! Hahaha! I SWEHEHEAR!!"
He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. His hands slowed, just enough to give you hope, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips right to your ribs.
"Wait NOHOHO-"
The raspberry was loud and obnoxious, sending a shockwave of tingling vibrations through your skin. Your laughter exploded uncontrollably.
“HAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHETOHOHO!” you shrieked, thrashing beneath him, but he only grinned wider.
“Look at you,” he teased, blowing another raspberry just beneath your ribs. “I didn’t know you were this ticklish.”
“YOU-NAHAHA-ARE THE WORST!”
“Oh?” His voice was light, playful, but his hands were relentless. His long fingers danced along your belly, then dipped into the space between your ribs. Another raspberry followed, this time against your stomach.
“NAHAHAH OKAHAHAHAY, OKAY!!” you pleaded between gasps of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t breheheheathe!”
Geto chuckled, clearly having too much fun to stop. “You should’ve thought of that before,” he murmured, blowing a smaller raspberry on the soft spot near your collarbone.
You practically howled. “I HATE YOU! Hahaha! I-stop, I mean it!"
“No, you don’t,” he said with a soft laugh, his voice velvety and smug. “Admit it, you’re having fun.”
You tried your best to glare at him through your laughter, but it was impossible to keep a straight face when he was still attacking your ribs.
“Okay-hahaha-MERCY!” you finally cried, flailing helplessly beneath him.
For a moment, Geto pretended to consider it, tilting his head with an exaggerated look of thought. Then, with one last smirk, he blew a final raspberry right at the crook of your neck.
“HAHAHA! NO MORE!” you yelped, slamming your hands against the floor in surrender.
At last, Geto relented, leaning back and giving you a moment to catch your breath. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with a satisfied gleam in his eye.
“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, still panting.
“You’re the one who couldn’t stop laughing,” Geto pointed out with a smug grin.
You shot him a half-hearted glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his rare, genuine smile was lighting up his entire face. He looked way too pleased with himself, and you knew this wasn’t over.
“Next time,” you warned, still catching your breath, “you’re the one getting raspberries. And I’m not going easy on you.”
Geto chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to try,” he said, his voice low and challenging, a promise wrapped in silk.
He gave you a teasing wink, ruffling your hair as he stood up and stretched. “Better luck next time.”
You sat there, still grinning despite yourself, already plotting your revenge. One thing was certain: the next time Geto let his guard down, he was going to be the one laughing.
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Summary: Gojo asks Yuta a question that’s been on his mind. Yuta should’ve known better than to lie to his mentor
CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)
A/N: Welcome to my fandom list JJK!😁in case y’all don’t know, Yuta is my favorite lil bean🩷
Yuta was curled up under his blankets trying to keep warm while watching the raindrops drip down his window. It was a rather cold, rainy day and he loved watching how each bead dripped down the glass. To him, it was calming. Nothing felt more relaxing than the rain softly tapping at his window in the late afternoon after a long day.
A knock from his door pulled him from his thoughts. As he wondered who it could be, the thought of Panda, Inumaki and Maki asking him to join them for a group training session or going for a sushi run sounded the most likely. Yuta threw his blanket off and scrambled over to the door, getting his feet tangled amidst the struggle to reach the door as another set of knocking began.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Yuta called out, wiggling his legs free and stumbling to the door.
As the third set of knocking happened, Yuta finally opened the door. However, his friends weren’t at the door like he had assumed. Satoru Gojo stood in front of him, smiling and giving the teen a wave.
“Hey Yuta kun!” Gojo greeted.
“Ooh! G-Gojo sensei!! Come in! Ooohhhh no!! Is it cleaning day already?!? I’m so sorry I didn’t clean my room yet!” Yuta panicked, throwing all his dirty clothes into a nearby laundry basket and trying to make his bed as neat as possible.
“Oh don’t worry. Cleaning day isn’t until Friday. You still have a lot of time.” Gojo reassured, waving a hand. “I only came by to check on my favorite distant relative!”
This made Yuta frown. “Y-you told me I was your only relative that you genuinely liked…”
“Well, yes. You’re also my only known relative as of right now so it makes you my favorite by default!”
“R-right…so, what do you need, sensei?”
A smile. There was a smile on Gojo’s face and Yuta grew suspicious. Sure, it wasn’t odd to see Gojo swing by, he did for whatever reason love checking up on Yuta every afternoon but this smile felt different. It felt mischievous. Yuta was always told to fear Gojo’s mischievous smile because it meant shenanigans would ensue.
“G-Gojo sensei…” Yuta stammered, backing up towards his bed. “I don’t like the look you have on your face…”
“I just have a simple question for you.” Gojo replied, chuckling as Yuta sat on his bed and looked at him nervously. “Are you ticklish?”
“Oh no…” Yuta thought, now extremely on edge. “Calm down Yuta! Don’t let Gojo sensei know that you’re deathly ticklish and already got tickled to death by Panda and Inumaki! Keep it together!”
Gojo didn’t fail to see the sudden panic on the teen’s face nor did he mistake the sudden squeak. It was always fun to see how a student would react to his shenanigans and so far, every student lied to him about being ticklish. Those who were said no and the ones who weren’t did one of two things. They either said no and disappointed Gojo by not laughing or decided to be little turds and say yes only to laugh in Gojo’s face when he realized they weren’t ticklish. Gojo was interested to see what Yuta would say. All he knew at that moment was that Yuta’s mind was absolutely racing.
“N-no…I-I’m not ticklish!” Yuta whispered, squeaking as Gojo lifted his blindfold and showed him his eyebrows raising. “R-really! I’m serious! I’m not ticklish!”
Gojo nodded, looking at Yuta and pulling his blindfold back down. The classic “no, I’m not ticklish” was the way he chose to go about answering this question. It was expected and Gojo let out a laugh.
“Oh? Then why are you so jittery?” Gojo asked, watching Yuta look everywhere but at him. “Are you lying to me?”
“N-no! I-I-I’d never lie to you! I-I’m always like this!” Yuta sputtered, deciding it was time to make a break for it. “Y-you know that…OOOH LOOK! A BIRD!!”
“What? There’s no…hey! Don’t run from me!” Gojo gasped, realizing Yuta had created a diversion. “Yuta kun!~”
Darting around Gojo after giving him a distraction, Yuta ran as fast as he could to grab the handle of his door. He shrieked loudly as Gojo playfully grabbed his hips and lifted him up, flipping him so he’s hanging upside down.
“I gotcha!” Gojo growled, laughing as Yuta shrieked once more.
The giggles were immediate much to Gojo’s delight and he playfully spun around, making sure Yuta was laughing himself silly before launching the tickle attack. Gojo spun clockwise and then counter clockwise before spinning clockwise again, enjoying the laughter it caused.
“Wheeeee!!!” Gojo shouted, laughing along with Yuta as he spun around and around. “Wheeeeee!! You having fun yet, Yuta kun? Wheeeeee!!!”
“Aaaahhhh!! Gojo senseeeeiii!!” Yuta cried, laughing as Gojo stopped spinning him. “Ihihi’m…aaahhhhhh put me down!! Ihihi’m gonna fall!! I’m slipping!! I-I’m dihizzy!! AAAAAIIIYYYEEEEEHEEE!!”
Gojo hoisted Yuta back up, holding his thighs tightly so he doesn’t fall to the floor. “I gotcha! You’re not falling on my watch. Now I’ll ask you again, are you ticklish?~”
Yuta shook his head, smiling up at Gojo. That nervous smile was all Gojo needed to know he was lying. “I-I’m not ticklish!” he said, shrieking as Gojo’s hand suddenly clawed at his belly. “Aaahahahahaa!! Noooohohoho!! Aahhahaha!!”
“Ohhh…what do we have here?” Gojo asked, clawing at Yuta’s tummy once more. “I think you lied to me, Yuta kun! You are ticklish! I knew it! You little liar!”
Maki did say Yuta was “painfully” ticklish when Gojo had asked if she’d learned anything interesting about him. Gojo didn’t think it would be to that extent but boy was he wrong! Yuta was definitely ticklish and a screamer who could possibly make Gojo go deaf if the scream was aimed towards his ears. He screamed with each tickle and it gave Gojo so much joy. Much to his happiness, it seemed like Yuta was also having fun.
None of his students were ever this responsive to tickling and none of them tolerated it like Yuta was. Anyone else would’ve kicked, bit, punched and scratched at this point but not Yuta. All Yuta did was take whatever was given. The variety of touches to his sensitive tummy left the kid in stitches, his cheeks pink and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Ihihi’m fahahalling!” Yuta laughed, squealing as Gojo tossed him onto the bed and suddenly held his thighs down with one arm. “Oh no…”
Gojo suddenly shifted his position and started squeezing Yuta’s thighs, nearly deafened by the screaming that resulted. Laughing, Yuta weakly kicked his feet out and pushed at Gojo’s hands, attempting to roll over to no avail. Trapped, all he could do is laugh and laugh until Gojo decides to have mercy on him.
“My goodness! You’re the most ticklish person I know!~” Gojo teased, leaning on Yuta’s legs and tickling up and down his ribs. “Are your ribs ticklish?”
“Nooohoho!! Thehey’re nohohot!!” Yuta argued, squealing and laughing while pushing at Gojo’s hands. “Ihihi’m nohohot tihihicklish!”
“Yes you are!~”
“Nooohohoho Ihihi’m not!!”
“Alright, if you’re not ticklish then, raise your arms up.” Gojo urged, amazed when Yuta raised his arms up. Right as Yuta’s arms straightened, Gojo’s fingers made contact, tickling Yuta until his arms came crashing down and trapped his hands there. “Aaah tktktktktktk!!~”
“G-gehehet outtahahaha my ahaharmpits!!” Yuta shrieked, weakly shoving at Gojo’s wrists.
The laughter that now escaped Yuta was nothing compared to before. Gojo assumed that Yuta’s thighs were his most ticklish spot but his mind was dissuaded now that he has tickled the boy’s armpits. Yuta’s armpits seemed to be worse than his thighs, causing the boy to scream more often. After a few seconds of gentle scribbling and drilling his thumbs into the spot, Gojo stopped, not wanting to kill Yuta.
“You gotta raise them up again.” Gojo said, pulling at his trapped hands. “You’re clamped down on me so tightly I can’t pull back! Raise em up and I won’t tickle your armpits.”
Yuta’s arms rose slightly. Just enough for Gojo to pull his hands free. Once he wiggled his hands out from underneath Yuta’s arms, Gojo gave Yuta a much needed break, allowing the young sorcerer a moment to breathe and regain the much needed oxygen his lungs desired.
“Ahahahaaa!! Ahahaha!!” Yuta gasped, covering his face as Gojo wiggled his fingers in the air. “Oh my god! Wahahait!!”
“Why? Are you ticklish?” Gojo teased, trying to jab Yuta in the ribs.
“Nooohohoho!! Ihihi’m not!!” Yuta squeaked, shoving Gojo’s hands away.
Much to Gojo’s shock, Yuta growled and stuck his tongue out, giggling as he tried to lick Gojo’s hand.
“Are you trying to lick my hands??” Gojo asked, gaining another growl from Yuta. “And now you’re growling at me?!? Ohhh…you’re in for it now!”
Shrieking, Yuta kicked his feet out and shrugged his shoulders up as Gojo started tickling his neck. Much to Gojo’s delight, Yuta’s neck was another sweet spot that elicited all of the sweetest giggles.
“You really are the most ticklish kid I know! You’re more ticklish than Megumi and he’s really ticklish!~” Gojo cooed, raising Yuta’s arms up over his head and pinning them down. “Ready?~”
“Nononono!! Gojo sensei!! NOOOHOHO AHAHAHAHAA!! *snort* OOOHH!!” Yuta gasped, staring at Gojo for a moment before blushing.
Gojo burst into laughter as he let Yuta go momentarily. With his hands free, Yuta covered his bright red face with his hands, whining as Gojo continued to laugh at the unexpected noise that escaped.
“Aww! What a silly snort!~” he exclaimed, tickling Yuta’s armpits and ribs once more. “Wanna snort for me again?~”
“N-no! Nono Ihihi dohohon’t!!” Yuta protested, screaming as Gojo pinched at the soft spot above his hips. “WAHAAHAHAHAA NOOOHOHOHO!!”
The sensations of hands squeezing his sides and spidering up and down his ribs caused three more snorts to escape from Yuta. As a fourth snort escaped upon Gojo raising Yuta’s arms up, the two laughed as Yuta choked out a laugh that got mixed in with a snort.
Gojo paused, releasing Yuta’s hands once again. Yuta covered his face to hide his bright red cheeks and let out a giggly whine. The snorting was probably one of the most embarrassing noises Yuta has ever made and he wanted to just melt into the floor. Squeaking as Gojo poked his forehead, Yuta peeked out from behind his hands.
“I knew it!~” he snickered, giving Yuta’s hair a ruffle. “You are very ticklish, Yuta kun! And you snort when you laugh hard enough!~”
Whining, Yuta used his foot to poke his toe into Gojo’s ribs, eliciting a shriek from the older man. Much to their shock, they stared at one another for a few seconds before Yuta grinned and jabbed Gojo’s ribs with his other foot, giggling like a little gremlin.
Gojo arched away only to get jabbed with Yuta’s other toe, Yuta grinning with a mischievous look of his own. Poking Gojo’s ribs with both toes, Yuta laughed as his mentor jerked back and giggled rather loudly. It was an interesting revelation to say the least and he wished to explore this further.
“Are you ticklish too, Gojo sensei?” Yuta inquired, reaching out to poke his sides again. “Let me…OHH NOHOHO AHAHAHAA!!”
Just as Yuta reached out, Gojo swiftly grabbed his ankles and trapped them between his legs. With Gojo’s thighs trapping Yuta’s feet, it left him wide open for another tickle attack. Immediately, Yuta screamed once more, squirming wildly in hopes of freeing his trapped feet as ten nimble fingers began to descend.
“It seems like you want me to tickle you some more, kiddo!” Gojo smirked, gently skittering his fingers up and down the bottoms of Yuta’s feet. “How ticklish are your feet?”
“NOHOHO!!” Yuta screamed, wheezing in between fits of laughter. “IHIHI WAHAHAHANNA KNOHOHOW IHIHIF YOU’RE TIHIHICKLISH TOOHOHO!! AAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT MY FEHEHEHEET PLEHEHEASE!!”
Gojo gently traced the soles of Yuta’s feet, grinning as the gentlest of strokes sent Yuta into fits of laughter. Cackling loudly, Yuta rolled around from side to side before he suddenly sat upright and tried to hide his feet while pulling at Gojo’s sweatshirt. Laughing, Gojo tickled Yuta’s sides and sent him falling backwards, fingers digging into those deathly ticklish armpits once more.
As Yuta started to laugh so hard he fell silent, Gojo took a good look at Yuta’s face and still saw no signs of a forced smile or wanting Gojo to stop tickling him. Yuta genuinely was enjoying the tickles and must want them to continue.
Reaching back down, Gojo scribbled his fingers against Yuta’s feet before grabbing his thighs and squeezing. The volume of Yuta’s laughter rose again until he was screaming and hiccuping more than laughing. As Gojo skittered his fingers back up to the boy’s armpits, Yuta finally fell into a fit of silent, squeaky laughter.
Hearing Yuta fall silent for more than five seconds was telling Gojo that the kid was at his limits. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut but Gojo didn’t fail to notice the tears of mirth threatening to fall. After the final poke to Yuta’s sides, Gojo released him, laughing as Yuta sat up, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.
“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, laughing as Yuta looked at him. “You look a little disheveled.
“Yehehes! Ihihi’m okahahay!” Yuta giggled, wiping his eyes before playfully launching himself towards Gojo. “Now let me tickle you!!”
“You can find out if I’m ticklish later, kiddo.” Gojo replied, laughing as he held Yuta back before suddenly standing up with him on his shoulders and playfully dropping him back onto the bed. “I’ll probably have another question ready for you next time around too.”
“Oh no…” Yuta muttered, his eyes wide. “Remind me to not lie and also to be extremely wary of you…”
Laughing, Gojo ruffled Yuta’s already messy hair and gave him a side hug. “Come on, let’s go meet up with the others. I’ll buy you all dinner.”
Not wanting to turn down the opportunity to get a delicious meal on Gojo’s budget, Yuta nodded and ran over to grab his socks and shoes. As they exited the building, Gojo smiled fondly as he watched Yuta excitedly run over to greet Inumaki, Panda and Maki. Yuta was fitting in just fine at Jujutsu High.
Woooow! Been a while since I've written something so out of the blue! With everything going on in the show, I needed something softer 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。 I know Sukuna is the bad guy but.... Come ooooon, he's so scrummy! XD
You'll have to use your imagination with this one! I know that this isn't how Sukunas powers work with Itadori, being able to possess individual limbs and control them at times, but FICTION BABY! It can work how I want! ヽ(^○^)ノ
Please enjoy! Weeee!!
Summary: Itadori is having a rest day, enjoying the peace when a certain curse pops up, claiming he's bored and starts causing trouble!
Lee!Itadori, Ler!Sukuna
Tw: Lil swearing
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Peace. That was something that didn't occur very often at Jujutsu High School. So when it did, it was taken advantage of.
Yuji was resting in his dorm, recovering from an injury he sustained during his training, playing games on his phone in a comfy reclined position, his strained ankle propped up on a cushion.
"Tsk..." He sighed, watching his mobile screen flash with the words 'Game Over' as he failed a second time to beat that level.
Try again.
The level started up again, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he tapped the coloured blocks and pointers, trying his best to win. He felt a numbness creep up into his fingers, that sensation when you've been laying with your phone for too long.
Game Over. "Darn it..." He huffed, shaking out his hand, flexing his fingers to try rid them of the tingling pins and needles before starting the level again.
A few moments into the game, he realised his left hand, the one that was feeling tingly, had gone completely numb. Yet, he was still playing the game and winning, too! That's when it clicked. It wasn't pins and needles.
"Hey-" He lightly bonked his numb hand with the other, scowling as he watched his thumb continue to play against his will. Sukunas little mouth appearing on the back of said hand.
"What?" The curse grumbled.
"Gimme my arm back, right now." Yuji demanded, taking the phone from his, well, Sukunas grip. The other grumbled in protest, an eye and a mouth morphing from Yujis cheek.
"Come on, brat. I'm bored. You've been sitting here all day! Entertain me!" The curse sneered, irrigated by Yujis scolding.
"I've been sitting here all day because I'm injured. Now, gimme my arm back or-"
"Just let me play on that telephone device, I'm getting the hang of that game you were playing."
Yuji snickered. "Pff- Telephone device. Oi!-" He gasped as his possessed hand tried to snatch his phone away. "No! You're not even supposed to be controlling my arm right now!"
"Come on! You're no good at that game anyway!" Sukuna argued, still trying to grab the phone away. It was an odd sight. Fighting with your own arm isn't something anyone would ever get used to seeing or doing.
Yuji sat up, holding the phone over his head, trying to keep it away from the arm Sukuna had control over. "Quit it! I said no!"
"You greedy brat! Clearly, that Gojo fool hasn't taught you any manners!" He seeithed with rage, suddenly ramming his possessed hand up under Yujis arm.
"GYAH!?" The other yelped, bringing his arm down to try and protect himself as a tickling sensation shot through his core. "Hehey! C-Cut that out!" He scolded through his choked giggling as he tried to hold it in.
"Ha! What a pathetic weakness to have." Sukuna sneered, using Yujis possessed arm to attack him with tickling. He knew not to actually harm the boy, not yet anyway.
"W-Who the heheck taught you this!? Stohop!"
"I've witnessed you be tickled by Gojo and your other worthless human friends many times. You always lose pitifully the moment any of them touch you."
Itadori grabbed onto his possessed wrist, trying to pull it away as he clamped his arm down. "Cut it ohohout! KyahaAHAHAAA! NohoOO!"
He squealed, feeling Sukunas clawed fingers scratching over his ribs. Getting tickled by yourself would usually be impossible, but when your own damn arm has been possessed, it's a whole different and ridiculous situation!
"Yeah, that's right, kid. Suffer! Scream for mercy under my hand!" Sukuna laughed, enjoying the fact he could bully Yuji like this without any repercussions.
"Enough! Suhuhukuna! Ahaha! Get ohoff! WAH-!" He yelped as Sukuna clawed at his tummy, making him curl up like a woodlouse, giggling and hiccuping with a smile on his face.
"Kyahaha! N-Nohot thehehere! Thihis is stupid!"
"Not as stupid as you look. Tickling yourself. Imagine if someone were to walk in right now? Perhaps you should hand over the telephone device and let me entertain myself." The curse smirked from Itadoris cheek, squeezing up and down his side.
"Noho WAHAahahaAY! Aha!"
Sukuna chuckled at Yujis reactions, cruely digging into the boys hip as his safe hand swatted and blocked the attacks with all his might.
"I didn't want to have to do this to you, boy. But you've left me no choice. You are simply too disrespectful." Then, something awful happened. Truly devastating.
Both Yujis arms went numb.
"No, no, no, no, no! WAHAHAIT!" Poor Yuji didn't stand a chance, he was attacked on both sides by his own hands. Hugging himself as Sukuna tickled up and down the defenseless sides.
"Fuhuhuck! Ahah! Noho! Shiiiit! GyahAHAAA!"
He arched his back, his legs kicking into the mattress, scuffing up the sheets as he flailed.
"Eeheheee! Mehercy!"
"Mercy? You do know who you're talking to, right?" Sukuna grinned, rolling up Itadoris shirt and raking his fingers up and down his exposed abs. "How do you like that? Hmm~?"
"NYAHAHA! Fahaha-!... *gasp* PLEeeEHEHESE!" The vessel gasped and wheezed, fighting for a breath between his laughter.
He was stuck on his back like an upturned turtle, his legs flailing as he shook his head, messing his hair up something awful whilst Sukuna tickled his ribs with devilish precision, drumming and kneading into each bone.
"Such a fragile body. Tickling really is a problem for you, isn't it? Your poor sensetive flesh, so easily manipulated."
"Shuhut uuup! WaaAHAHA! T-Thihis isn't fahair!"
His high-pitched boyish cackling echoed down the hallways of the school.
"I can't breheEEEHEHEATHE! PFF- Aaaaha! *hic* NYAHA- *hic* AAAH-!" He hiccuped between bouts of laughter. His cheeks were a rosy red glow as he squeezed his eyes shut.
The curse laughed at him as he struggled, completely helpless as Sukuna dug circles into his hips. "Foolish boy... Are you going to be kind and allow me to entertain myself in exchange for my mercy?"
"Fuhuck it! Yes! Yes FINE! Juhust staAHAaahap!"
"Hmm... No."
"WHAT?! B-But yyYYAHAHA!" Itadori howled with laughter as Sukuna dug into his armpits, clawing and shaking his fingers into the vulnerable pits. "NO! NohoHOOO! HahaAHAHAAA! STAAAAHAP!"
"Now, what was it that stupid Gojo would say when he's punishing you with this method? Aah, something along the lines of... Tickle, tickle, tickle~" Sukuna sneered a cruel toothy grin. He was going to enjoy this.
After some time, the tickling finally stopped. Itadori was laid on his front now after managing to flip himself during the struggle. His clothes were ruffled and rolled up in various spots where Sukuna had gained access for tickles.
He panted heavily with his cheek squished into his pillow as he watched Sukuna play the game on his phone that he had just been tortured over.
Still not in control of one of his arms, the boy sighed, wiping his forehead with the other arm, shaking out the numbness as it returned to normal.
Game Over. Sukuna grumbled, tossing the phone aside after just a few minutes. "Bored now."
"You son of a-!"
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this is saiki speaking, and this is yuuta speaking
anything in brackets are thoughts
Saiki was at Yuuta’s house, his little neighbour that he had grown quite fond of. They were watching an episode of his favourite show featuring Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2. Yuuta always seemed to think of Saiki as his hero, he didn’t get the resemblance, but oh well, if that helps him sleep at night, so be it.
“Do you wanna go get a lemon soda?”
Saiki was practically melting into the couch, he was NOT going to get up.
“I’ll pass”
Yuuta frowned a bit, typical kid behaviour. He tugged on the side of Saiki’s shirt to try and get him up.
“Hey, let go of me”
“No, come on!! Get up!! You’re a hero, heroes aren’t lazy!!”
Yeah there was no chance he was getting up.
Suddenly, Yuuta tugged a little more than just Saiki’s shirt, getting a small handful of his side.
He shrieked, jumping to the side the same way he would if he saw a bug.
“Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2!! Are you okay??”
“Yes, i’m fine. Now let G—“
Saiki tried to say as Yuuta squeezed his side again. His sentence being interrupted with a shriek.
“…”
“Are you..”
(“Don’t”)
“There’s no way!! Heroes are supposed to be invincible!!”
(“Well that’s one dream shattered”)
Yuuta said, squeezing both his sides
“Let go!!”
Saiki said with a shriek as he tried to get Yuuta off. Since he didn’t know how to control his strength well enough though, he was only weakly trying.
At this point, saiki was basically half off and half onto the couch, his upper half on the armrest
(“So this is Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2’s weakness.. huh”)
(“Stop thinking about that!!”)
(“God how do i get myself out of this mess..”)
(“I have to try and get him off but i can’t, i can’t regulate my strength well enough”)
Saiki repositioned himself onto the sofa as to not fall off, only to be met with the tackling embrace of Yuuta, who tried pinning him down before lightly poking his fingers into the pinkette’s stomach
(“Ack— not there! That’s far too close to my—“)
“GAAH—!”
Saiki screamed as Yuuta drilled his fingers into his hips, he squirmed as suddenly he felt his power limiter come loose. It fell. It didn’t break luckily but with Yuuta on top of himself, one wrong move could cause serious damage.
“Take this! I call this my ultimate tickle attack!”
“No-NO Wait!! WAIT“
Suddenly, Yuuta began scribbling his fingers all over saiki’s hip bones
Saiki bit his lip, throwing his head back to concentrate on sitting as still as possible. Small giggles were escaping his lips.
“Woah.. are all heroes this ticklish?? Is this why you can’t defeat Baron Cola??”
Yuuta said, stopping for a second as he spoke. Saiki rushed to grab his limiter, putting it back in and panting.
Suddenly, another tickle attack came upon him, albeit this time a bit lighter than before.
He tried to warn Yuuta to get him to stop for good, yet he couldn’t talk without giggling his words out, making his warning sound like all bark no bite.
“Yuuhuta!! Ihi wouldn’t contihinue if i wehere you!!”
“It’s not like a weak hero like you can do anything!!”
Yuuta teased. Making Saiki try to get him off, after a good few tries and more giggles, He successfully lifted Yuuta in the air with just enough force.
“Aaah!! Put me down!!”
He squealed as saiki took the chance to have a little break and pant
“Oh you are not getting away with that”
(“Uh oh”)
(“Well said, Yuuta.”)
After his little break, he lightly dug his fingers into the younger one’s ribs, earning some squeaky giggles
“Look at you, little squeaker”
“Nohot fahair!!”
Yuuta giggled, tapping on Saiki’s arm as a sign of giving up
“I’ll let you off with a small warning this one time. But if you want to try anything like that, you better watch your back.”
“Or better said, your ribs.”
Saiki said, giving his ribs one more light tickle before putting him down on the sofa
He panted, leaning into Saiki’s chest, Saiki lightly scratched Yuuta’s head as he fell asleep, leaning onto Saiki a bit more.
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee yuuta help HEEEAAAALLLLPP SAIKIS INTERNAL MONOLOGUE IM ACUTLALLY GONNA BE ILL AT HOW CUTE THIS IS ;'W; I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE ITTT....
(“Ack— not there! That’s far too close to my—“)
(“Stop thinking about that!!”)
(“God how do i get myself out of this mess..”)
(“I have to try and get him off but i can’t, i can’t regulate my strength well enough”)
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STRICTLY PLATONIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU SHIP THEM.
NSFW DNI
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this is saiki speaking, and this is yuuta speaking
anything in brackets are thoughts
Saiki was at Yuuta’s house, his little neighbour that he had grown quite fond of. They were watching an episode of his favourite show featuring Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2. Yuuta always seemed to think of Saiki as his hero, he didn’t get the resemblance, but oh well, if that helps him sleep at night, so be it.
“Do you wanna go get a lemon soda?”
Saiki was practically melting into the couch, he was NOT going to get up.
“I’ll pass”
Yuuta frowned a bit, typical kid behaviour. He tugged on the side of Saiki’s shirt to try and get him up.
“Hey, let go of me”
“No, come on!! Get up!! You’re a hero, heroes aren’t lazy!!”
Yeah there was no chance he was getting up.
Suddenly, Yuuta tugged a little more than just Saiki’s shirt, getting a small handful of his side.
He shrieked, jumping to the side the same way he would if he saw a bug.
“Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2!! Are you okay??”
“Yes, i’m fine. Now let G—“
Saiki tried to say as Yuuta squeezed his side again. His sentence being interrupted with a shriek.
“…”
“Are you..”
(“Don’t”)
“There’s no way!! Heroes are supposed to be invincible!!”
(“Well that’s one dream shattered”)
Yuuta said, squeezing both his sides
“Let go!!”
Saiki said with a shriek as he tried to get Yuuta off. Since he didn’t know how to control his strength well enough though, he was only weakly trying.
At this point, saiki was basically half off and half onto the couch, his upper half on the armrest
(“So this is Cyborg Cider Man Nr 2’s weakness.. huh”)
(“Stop thinking about that!!”)
(“God how do i get myself out of this mess..”)
(“I have to try and get him off but i can’t, i can’t regulate my strength well enough”)
Saiki repositioned himself onto the sofa as to not fall off, only to be met with the tackling embrace of Yuuta, who tried pinning him down before lightly poking his fingers into the pinkette’s stomach
(“Ack— not there! That’s far too close to my—“)
“GAAH—!”
Saiki screamed as Yuuta drilled his fingers into his hips, he squirmed as suddenly he felt his power limiter come loose. It fell. It didn’t break luckily but with Yuuta on top of himself, one wrong move could cause serious damage.
“Take this! I call this my ultimate tickle attack!”
“No-NO Wait!! WAIT“
Suddenly, Yuuta began scribbling his fingers all over saiki’s hip bones
Saiki bit his lip, throwing his head back to concentrate on sitting as still as possible. Small giggles were escaping his lips.
“Woah.. are all heroes this ticklish?? Is this why you can’t defeat Baron Cola??”
Yuuta said, stopping for a second as he spoke. Saiki rushed to grab his limiter, putting it back in and panting.
Suddenly, another tickle attack came upon him, albeit this time a bit lighter than before.
He tried to warn Yuuta to get him to stop for good, yet he couldn’t talk without giggling his words out, making his warning sound like all bark no bite.
“Yuuhuta!! Ihi wouldn’t contihinue if i wehere you!!”
“It’s not like a weak hero like you can do anything!!”
Yuuta teased. Making Saiki try to get him off, after a good few tries and more giggles, He successfully lifted Yuuta in the air with just enough force.
“Aaah!! Put me down!!”
He squealed as saiki took the chance to have a little break and pant
“Oh you are not getting away with that”
(“Uh oh”)
(“Well said, Yuuta.”)
After his little break, he lightly dug his fingers into the younger one’s ribs, earning some squeaky giggles
“Look at you, little squeaker”
“Nohot fahair!!”
Yuuta giggled, tapping on Saiki’s arm as a sign of giving up
“I’ll let you off with a small warning this one time. But if you want to try anything like that, you better watch your back.”
“Or better said, your ribs.”
Saiki said, giving his ribs one more light tickle before putting him down on the sofa
He panted, leaning into Saiki’s chest, Saiki lightly scratched Yuuta’s head as he fell asleep, leaning onto Saiki a bit more.