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[shunshunrika]

you know that tweet that goes "my bf fucks me until I get shy around him again" i need yuuta to do that to me pls i'm begging he looks so good😭😭😭

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

sometimes you swear you have two boyfriends, the one that loves you and the one that fucks you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. jealousy. possessiveness. obsession. reader is oblivious but also enjoys it. threats. spitting. promise ring mention. aged up characters. marking. wc, 2k.

note. anime yūta debut FINALLY, thank you anon for this !! it just fuelled my brain to keep going TvT

you swear you have two boyfriends, you must.. because this yuuta— the one that’s fucking you now, rutting you into the mattress with such carnal desire because he didn’t like the way that dude who served you both your coffee this morning was looking at you, is obscenely different to the one that still blushes when you answer his i love you with a sweetened one of your own and a kiss.

“do you know him?” he’d asked as he took his seat across from you at the table, right after he’d chosen to pull out your own for you like the loving boyfriend he was. the perfect boyfriend. you want to ask who he’s talking about but you’d be an idiot not to know— you can basically feel the poor barista’s nerves from your table.

“he’s staring,” yuuta continues and you want to say that he’s staring as he holds his gaze, but you’re pretty sure he knows that already— the veins on his hands are prominent with how tightly he’s gripping the cup in his palms and you’re surprised it hasn’t smashed yet. it’s like the hostility is radiating off of him in waves despite the kindhearted smile he’s showing you.

“yuuta it’s fine,” you try to reason with him and it only makes him breathe out a soft chuckle before he’s taking a sip of his drink— the words seem to calm him, albeit temporarily as he shifts in his seat. “it’s customer service, he’s paid to be nice.” he offers the barista behind you another glance and then his eyes are back on you as he scratches cutely at the back of his neck.

“ah, i’m not worried.” yuuta’s tone is lighthearted, it’s sweet and soft in the way that you’re used to before both his hands are back on the table to clasp one of yours. his grip is a little too tight, but it’s nothing you’re not used to before his words taker a lower, deeper drawl. “because you’re all mine. right?”

two personalities wrapped up in one pretty boy, you think. but then your thoughts are cut off with the next languid roll of his hips as he deliberately slows his pace to a deep rock. you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open “open, baby.”

and you do, catching the glimmer of something twisted in his gaze at the way you listen so eagerly. your tongue swipes along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his lips, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

“are you mine?” yuuta asks and the gentle, careful tone is such a contrast to the look in his eyes— it’s like a hunters gaze, rooting you in place, daring you to run— it’s like a promise that he’ll catch you even if you did.

“mhm, i’m yours, yuuta. please. only y-yours—ah.” his fingers press down on your tongue as he pushes them in a little more and you can feel the cool press of the promise ring on his finger. it’s one identical to yours. it’s the same one he’d gifted you six weeks into officially being your boyfriend after he’d assured you that time doesn’t matter, only your love for eachother does.

although if you asked him now, he still doesn’t think it’s enough to show the world you’re his. even though he’d prefer to keep you locked away with only him forever. you think it’s cute when he jokes like that.

it’s so twisted, maybe a little worrying for anyone else that you can’t help but like when yuuta gets like this. the way it makes you nervous again, butterflies in your gut like it’s the first time he’s been above you and suddenly you feel even warmer to touch. you feel shy despite the way he’s had you like this more times than you can count.

it’s lewd, animalistic but then you’ll get a peek of the other part of him when the next heavy rock of his hips is accompanied with a sweet, gentle kiss smeared across your forehead with his next breath as he pulls back his fingers from your mouth, weaving them with yours instead and squeezing tight.

“h-how, how does it feel?” yuuta’s words tremble with his next thrust as your pussy squeezes around him and your lips part to moan at the sweet question, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as he grinds into your pussy. he’s rutting you into the mattress like a wild fucking animal before his blown gaze is scanning over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, adoring look.

“good, yuu~ s-so good!” he’s so pretty, fucking you so well you can barely find your words and it’s filthy the way he knows where to press, where to palm and kiss until you’re arching into him— like he’s studied the very way you play with your own pussy up close. like he’d torn you apart and put you back together himself.

he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for only him.

you’re vaguely aware, although barely over the sounds of your own weak whimpers and long, needy moans, that he’s whispering under his breath, panting and growling softly.

“he probably wishes he could see you like this,” another slow rock of yuuta’s hips and he deliberately presses against that saccharine, sweet spot inside of your walls, making your thighs squeeze tight around his hips as he breathes deep.

“you’re pretty, so pretty,” you can’t help the physical reaction you have to his words, cunt clutching tight and your hips thrusting up to meet his own movements. you both gasp and his pace stutters but he continues. “but you’re mine, all of you.. it’s mine.” his words go buried in your skin— in your walls when they’re accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. it’s like his love fills and swells within you in turn, until your lungs are tight, as if you can’t quite get enough air with each breath.

“i know, yuu~ i love you so much,” yuuta’s kisses smear over your cheek, hot breaths panting against your skin as he takes a pace that has your tits jolting with every clap of his hips into yours.

“s-say it again.” you hear him gulp on his next words and your pussy squeezes even tighter, “i need to know you mean it.” the soft slap of your pussy meets his pelvis and it makes your insides curl and ache, the feeling of his balls smacking your ass leaving you breathless with every connection.

“i love you,”

“show me.” you’re more than eager to give him when he asks you like that, hissed through clenched teeth and you whine long and wordless for him as bliss washes over you. you feel him tremble over you as you do, smearing messy kisses and spit over your cheek and neck— mumbling praises and i love yous against your jaw and lips as he looks at you.

you’re vaguely aware of how broken and weak your moans sound, but the rush in your head while you cum is a little too loud and delightful for you to really care about anything else except the man who made you feel exactly that. your thighs struggle to close, instinctively, as you shy away from the pleasure but yuuta shifts on purpose to keep them spread, his fingers withdrawing to rub softly through the swollen petals of your pussy so he can prolong your pliant state.

“i knew i didnt have anything to worry about,”

it doesn’t take long for him to follow after you. his cock flexes, thickening in a way that feels as if it grows with each greedy coax of your twitching cunt, until he pauses, followed by a breathier croon of your name as he spills hot inside you.

yuuta’s chest presses against yours, lips suckling into the crook of your neck, nails dragging gently down your hips as he presses his load into you until you whimper. you twitch and he uses the movement to hug you closer, stilling inside of you when he’s got his face buried into your shoulder and you both catch your breath.

you lie there for a long time, or so it feels until he’s leaving you quickly to grab you some water and a warm cloth. he returns in what feels like seconds, but now that you’re orgasm has finally worn off, you can barely look at him.

you’re not sure if it’s because of how hard and good he’s just made you cum or the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily, leaving you in bite marks and bruises. but you feel so nervous suddenly as you twist nervously at the promise ring on your finger.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks quickly, a soft tone to his voice as the mattress dips when he sits next to you. he leans forward when he does, smearing a kiss against your cheek before he’s handing you the cool glass of water, which you take with shaking hands.

hes gorgeous, dark hair mused through the day from his hands gliding through it and now yours, falling forward around his face from being swept back to frame his flushed features now.

you meet his gaze and you’d think it burned you as you shy away, feeling heat creep to your cheeks when his fingers stroke gently at your arm. “i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” there’s a soft nervousness to his eyes despite his usual haunting gaze. he bites on his lower lip as he looks over you.

“ah.. sorry.” you try to keep your own bashfulness aside as you take a sip of water, letting it cool the scratchiness in your throat as you swallow.

“no, it’s..” he looks at you so intently, but there was always something in his gaze that made you feel cold despite the sweat across your body. but still you grin, before petting your hand across his.

“it’s cute seeing you all protective, that’s all.”

“is it weird?”

“no! not at all, it’s hot—“

“oh, ah— thanks.” he nods, a little shy and back to his kindhearted, sweet demeanour when you share a kiss, sighing with the content press of your bodies.

“did you know him?” yuuta kisses your forehead despite the way he presses the topic again. “i can find you another cafe if you want,” he breathes, another kiss to your skin following. he curls his arm around you as he looks over you and it’s with so much adoration that it makes your toes curl in the same way your body had a few minutes ago.

“maybe he’s new, i’ve never seen him. i like that cafe though.” you shrug, not seeing any real issue with it. but his dark eyes flash towards you and you giggle when he suddenly presses you down against the bed to kiss you passionately.

“i just don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable, i’ll kill them.” yuuta kisses you hungrily, making you sigh as you melt beneath him— you’re like gum, bending to his will with every flick of his tongue.

“i know, yuuta. you always joke about that. i still want to keep going to that cafe though,” his hand cups your cheek and you smile. he leans in to kiss you firmly with his next breath.

“we can go together. i don’t think we’ll see him again anyway.”

“what, why not?”

“because i want you to be happy.” your chest jumps when yuuta’s words urge you to curl closer— making something warm bloom in your chest at the love he makes you feel. you can feel him smile into the next kiss he smears along your temple, and he makes sure the kiss after is against the promise ring on your finger when he gives you another smile.

it’s hours later when yuuta leaves you, kissing your forehead before he’s slinging his katana over his shoulder and leaving you asleep. he’ll make it home before you realise he’s gone. the shift at the cafe is just finishing, and this won’t take long.

maybe his two personalities aren’t as far apart as he let you believe.

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[shunshunrika]

Your Midnights, My Daylight

CHAPTER LIST !!

Synopsis: After a heartbreaking separation from the love of your life, Satoru Gojo, You find yourself entangled with a mysterious young man by the name of Okkotsu who always seems to have the answer to your questions and the solution to all your problems. While Gojo becomes the midnights you can’t possibly outsleep, the new man in your life tries to bring in the daylight and you wonder if love deserves a second chance.

Prologue

Chapter 1

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[shunshunrika]

Your Midnights, My Daylight (Gojo x Reader x Yuta) - Chap 1

Chapter List

Synopsis: After a heartbreaking separation from the love of your life, Satoru Gojo, You find yourself entangled with a mysterious young man by the name of Okkotsu who always seems to have the answer to your questions and the solution to all your problems. While Gojo becomes the midnights you can't possibly outsleep, the new man in your life tries to bring in the daylight and you wonder if love deserves a second chance.

content warnings: f! Reader x gojo x yuta, talks about a past relationship, description of trauma, alcohol use, passing out, profanity.

Word count: 1.1k

“You know, M-Mr. Okko” you try to control the drool that threatens to drip down your chin. “Men? They are vile. Foul. Loathable. Base creatures.”

“And why do you feel so, Miss Y/N?” The young, slick haired man cocks his head, waiting eagerly for an explanation about your extreme opinions. Through your blurry vision, you can make out that he is smiling at you in earnest. You hate men who smile at you. Liars.

“What’s not vile about them!” you thump your balled up fist on the bar counter, shaking up the shot glasses. The bartender throws you a dirty glance but you couldn’t care less.

“They lie. They cheat. They manipulate. They smell gross most of the day. They do gross things most of the time. Ugh, if all of them can just—”

“Alright, alright. Calm down there — ” he says, trying to steady you but you swat his hand away.

“Don't you dare tell me what to do! And do not —" you grit your teeth. “Don't you dare touch me!"

The pressure in your jaw is so intense as you let pure rage blind you. You start feeling light headed very soon and the last thing you see is twinkling blues and purples of glassware and drinks as you drown into black.

You see the blue split into two orbs that reflect the sky and your breath hitches. You reach out towards the blue with all your strength.

“Satoru…” you say softly as you feel yourself melting away at the thought of your lover.

His brilliant smile, his protective hands.

His pouty lower lip whenever you teased him.

The way he told you that you were his little flower.

And the way he held your hand tight while you explored the city, not wanting to lose each other in the crowd.

Slowly though, the vivid blue fades to an empty black.

When you finally regain your senses, you are no longer seated on the cold metal stool of some hole in the wall bar. You feel satin wrap around your body comfortably. You are still clad in the maroon mini dress you wore last night — all drenched in sweat now. The last thing you want to see is a naked man beside you and thank god, you are alone in the safety of your room — with a cloying headache attacking your temple. You try to get out of your bed and head to the washroom to wake yourself up, trying to piece together last nights events. You remember getting wasted, having a conversation with some man whose face you can't remember. Your throat is sore so you probably shouted a lot. You have no idea how you made it home though.

You eye your reflection in the mirror. Mascara everywhere. Hair clumpy and matted. Lipstick overflowing out of your lip line. You look like a piece of work.

Lemon tea. Yes. That will fix you.

You wash your face up quickly and pat it dry, walking out of your room and straight to the kitchen. The person you hate second-most in the world is standing there cooking eggs and toast, quietly. You don't care to greet her a Good Morning. In fact the kettle of water happens to land on the counter with more of a clang than you intended it to.

She jumps a little, looks at you once but then turns back.

You start humming to yourself as you put a tea bag into your cup and fill it with water.

“Um —” your flatmate begins. You turn around and cock an eyebrow at her. She tries very hard to sound apathetic but it's clear that she is scared. Scared of you. As she should.

“The guy from last night asked me to give you this.”

You place a hand on your hip while the other shakes the teabag.

“What guy?"

"The one you came with? Um.. the one who dropped you home last night?” she says but you still don't get it.

“Give me some context and help me out here, Uta.”

“Ugh!” she sighs. “Just take this. I'm running late anyway.” she hands you a piece of paper and starts on her way out of the kitchen.

“Heading over to Satoru?” you ask gingerly, sipping your tea and leaning on the counter.

“None of your business.” she looks back to let you know.

“Why isn't it my business who my boyfriend hangs out with huh?” you ask, still sipping your tea. At that she makes a really funny expression.

“Y/N, please. I am sorry Satoru didn't choose you but you have to stop believing that you guys dated. He already said he never made it official with you and doesn't see you that way.” Uta states. You can see the concern in her voice — for who, you don't know. Maybe she believes you are going crazy. Maybe you are.

“Keep telling yourself that Satoru likes you, Uta.” you say, crumpling the piece of paper in your hand. “This is temporary. He finds your hot but he'll get bored of you soon.” you smile at her.

“I am the one he loves.” you declare on your way out of the kitchen, bumping shoulders with her.

“I am the one Satoru loves.”

He doesn't love her.

S-so what if she is prettier and better liked?

I am the one who Satoru really has feelings for.

It's me. It's always been me.

He'll get bored of her soon.

Right?

Yeah, he will.

The wave of nausea hits you before you even enter your room and you take just enough leaps to make it to the toilet bowl in time.

You retch out in the bowl, your tea, the alcohol from last night and all the myriad of feelings your fostering.

It's been months now.

You need to get over it.

Satoru’s not with you anymore.

He picked her. He chose her. He wants to be with her.

No amount of beauty, talent or personality will make him pick you.

Soon enough your tears drop into the toilet as well along with your vomit.

It doesn't take long enough for you to start bawling as you hear a door open and close somewhere in the house.

As you hiccuup and your lips quiver, you slowly open up your fist to see the crumpled paper. You open it up and see faint words on it.

“Okkotsu Yuta — 4XX8388280. Thought you might need this. Call me any time.”

You would rather die than make the same mistake again.

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[shunshunrika]

Your Midnights, My Daylight - Prologue

art: Yuta - sso_s__ (Twitter), Gojo - unknown

Chapter List

a/n: hmm so, title credits to Tay-Tay for sure. This might turn out to be angstier than expected so hold on fellas! This is just the prologue.

warnings/tags: modern au! Gojo x f! reader x Yuta, profanity, alcohol consumption, love triangle

“You’re so beautiful.” 

A pair of azure blue eyes reflected your awe-struck face as they narrowed and formed smiling crescents.

“You really are.”

You remembered the first time Satoru hinted at embers of attraction for you crackling inside him. He was subtle about it but you knew, after all, you had begun to feel something within as well. It was gut instinct. Chemistry. A union meant to be.

Laying side by side on his bed, you touched the young, ethereal man’s face, cupped his cheek and let him know that there was no one else but him for you, no one. He would smile at you, with an expression as sweet as honey and cage you in his arms, stroking your hair. His slender and careful fingers would weave through your locks and put you to sleep with ease as you drifted into dreams, your head tucked away safely under his chin. You were his. All his. That’s what he told you, didn’t he?

Then why?

Why was he dancing in the dim, ugly blue lights of this dreary party, groping her hips and stroking her hair?

You wished you could leave before you witnessed them share a kiss. You wished. Now all the alcohol swimming in your system was threatening to make a reappearance through your mouth. A mutual friend of yours and Satoru’s, Nanami steadied you with a respectful hand. 

“You okay there, Y/N? Too much to drink?” he asked, making sure you don’t stumble or throw up on his expensive clothes. 

“I-I am— uh, fine” you manage to say, throat drying up quicker than you can swallow your spit. It hurts. It burns. You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or seeing Satoru and some bitch practically eating each other. 

“What the hell is he doing?” you turn to Nanami now. He would know, surely. They are good friends after all. But Nanami looks just as confused as you do, in fact, he looks noticeably uncomfortable. He takes a moment to phrase his answer before sighing and dropping it on you.

“I did say Gojo has tendencies. I warned you.”

Your eyes go wide and you claw at Nanami’s shirt. 

“What the hell, Nanami?” you spit out. “I-I thought. But he told me that he—”

“I am sorry Y/N.” he says, avoiding eye contact and pulling you away from his shirt. Damn his expensive shirt. You will definitely throw up on him. “It’s just how it is.” 

“What do you mean? You’ve seen him. You’ve all seen him for months! You see how he is with me!” You plead. Who are you trying to convince? Nanami? Megumi, who noticed you yell and is walking over to check? Or yourself?

Can you really trust yourself when you so easily trusted when Satoru told you, “There’s no one but you for me, Y/N.”

"He told you guys that he's dating me now right? He said he's going to make it official!" you say desperately hoping to get some sort of positive response from Nanami but he just purses his lips.

"I am so sorry, Y/N." he says. "He said he never had feelings for you."

Just like that, days would pass. Weeks. Months.

It would take endless days of crying, self-doubt, hiding from friends and peers, rejecting everyone and rejecting yourself. It would take so much more to get yourself back. To look at yourself again and smile again.

You were now over it, over the whole concept of love. Done with men. Completely. You didn't want to see any other guy and definitely not another shade of blue.

When you finally down your first drink, months after that incident, you get a good rant out of you, telling some poor man who was beside you just how filthy and blasphemous men are. You can't trust your memory influenced by alcohol but pretty sure the man had a weird name.. Okk.. Okkot.. Occult?

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[shunshunrika]

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[shunshunrika]

heyyy just checking in to see if you are okay. Where have you been

Hi love I have been busy with my degree and finding a job ;_;_;; I know it's no excuse but i'm also suffering from massive writer's block thanks to that. I keep making promises to write but I never deliver. I am hoping to get at least one good fic out sometime but it's just hard right now. I'm gonna see what I can do

I don't expect anyone to pity me but thank you everyone for bearing with me!

[shunshunrika]

JESUS CHRIST heartbreak sucks.

#rant #shun's playground

[shunshunrika]

I'm coming out of hiding because I'm feeling the HOTS for my hero Yuuta Okkotsu. Send in them scenario requests peeps ;_;

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[shunshunrika]

Gojo's infinity has but one small weakness.

After a long week or two of endless missions and recons, Gojo just wants to come back home to you and cuddle the living daylights out of you. The end of the year is freer for everyone else but that's when he has to deal with the most cursed spirits - keeping him away from the house for long periods of time.

When he sneaks behind you, his hands always land on your boobs. He sniffs at your neck as he squishes your soft mounds. You smell like Christmas cookies and peppermint, and it makes him drool on you.

"I wish I could eat you up." he would mumble into the nook of your neck making you smile to yourself.

When he's home, his hands need to be on some part of your body at all times. Either his hands are intertwined with yours while you lounge on the bed and watch sappy rom-coms. Or his hand is in your hair, caressing your head as you nap on his shoulder. Or he'd have a hand on your waist while the two of you try to figure out a complicated recipe for Christmas dinner.

He loves loves loves to nuzzle his nose on yours to warm the two of you up. Almost prefers it more than kisses. He loves how you scrunch up your nose, knowing he's about to approach you. He loves how you start giggling as soon as he presses your foreheads together. He loves how you take a minute to just look at him. Stare into his magical ocean eyes and do nothing. He loves that you love him without holding back.

Gojo's infinity has but one weakness. And it's may or may not be you.

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[shunshunrika]

can you make a headcanon of gojo accidentally making his s/o cry?

please and thank you!

ooo let's go.

warnings: mentions of smut, some angst, some fluff, swearing

"Sweetie, what's up?" Gojo asks, placing his opaque sunglasses on the nightstand and looking at your bundled up form on bed curious. He wouldn't have even noticed you were hiding under the sheets and the pillows if he didn't spot your toe sticking out.

"Sweets." He asks again, poking the top of the sheet mountain when he doesn't get his reply. "Are you okay? You left early too."

Static.

"Okay then." Gojo starts, raising his hand and chanting something. His 'Blue' activation pulls your entire barricade away from you leaving you alarmed and sore-faced like a naked cat.

"Satoru, what the hell!" you yelp, covering your face up quickly. "Can't you leave me alone for a bit? The whole of tonight maybe?" You really felt naked and raw right now. You had stripped out of your expensive spaghetti strap dress that you had bought to tease Satoru and thrown your heels into some forgotten corner of the room. You had laid in this bed for a good 2 hours, only in your bra and underwear, crying your eyes out over what he did.

"You want me to go away?" Satoru asks you with a pout, standing his ground, clearly having no intention of leaving.

"Yes, please. Just leave me alone." you croak. Your throat hurts.

"How can I leave my pretty baby all alone?" he asks, sitting down on the bed beside your hunched over form. "-especially when she seems to have cried an ocean?"

"Don't look at me-" you scramble to hide your face with your hands but Satoru grabs both of your wrists in one hand of his.

"What's wrong?" he asks, now serious, his azure gaze piercing you. "Did someone at the party do something?"

You look at him for a second, gathering some courage. No matter how beautiful Gojo's eyes were, to you, they had always been eerily terrifying as well.

"Why would I need someone to do something when my own boyfriend was there to spoil my night," you smile at him bitterly making him scrunch his brows.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act stupid Satoru." you scoff. "Everyone saw you flirt with MeiMei at the party. Don't tell me I misunderstood; everyone saw it. It was embarrassing." you spit out.

"Wha-" Gojo almost begun to protest but then stopped.

"Well," he clears his throat. "You don't have the right to complain. You were off flirting with Nanami yourself. Were you not?"

"What do you mean?" you question him. You don't recall flirting with Nanami? Yes, you did have a long and important conversation with him but you never flirted?

"You were looking into his eyes, smiling, you were so interested in what he had to say, you were glued to him for hours!" Satoru said, making his angry-cat face.

"Are you serious?" you ask. "I was talking to him about my promotion. He wants to champion me in front of the higher ups. Nanami is my fucking boss for god's sake, not some tinder date."

"But...." before Satoru could finish his statement, he already knew he had lost the argument, even worse, he had fucked up by doubting you and trying to take petty revenge.

"Satoru Gojo." you grit your teeth. "You stupid, overgrown child."

"I am sorry. I am so sorry, Y/N!" he says, getting down on his knees.

"You know I don't have eyes for anyone else but you right? Mei-san? no way, she's scary as hell."

"I don't know Satoru," you say placing a bare foot on Satoru's chest. "Prove your innocence."

"How?"

"I don't know," you say, pushing your arms together to plump up your cleavage and lean over him.

"Figure something out, you leashless mutt."

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[shunshunrika]

The Way of Destiny - Gojo Satoru

PROLOGUE

"Do you like me?" said a very nervous Satoru, scratching the back of his neck as he towers over you. His massive stature is not enough to intimidate you, not right now at least.

"I don't know. Do you like me?" you ask, cocking your head to the side.

"I asked first."

"Then you can answer first."

The banter between the two of you never dies out.

When you met the infamous Gojo Satoru barely a few months ago at a friend's party, you would never imagine yourself getting entangled with him, not to this extent at least. After all, he was a notorious playboy, and you were Miss. Integrity. He was charming and mysterious, and you were straightforward and vigilant.

How could it be that when you crossed, sparks couldn't help but fly. When did his shimmering ocean eyes conquer your heart and when did his buttery smile begin to drown your doubts?

Whenever you saw Gojo Satoru, you saw RED. Yet, you couldn't help but hope you would cross him, again and again.

authors' note: Keep watch for a sizzling coming of age story where the reader and Gojo Satoru find themselves falling for each other, despite coming from completely opposite sides of the world - or in this case, the campus.

#jujutsu kaisen #fluff #angst #gojo satoru #smut #anime #jjk #manga #fanfiction #geto suguru #satoru gojo

[shunshunrika]

i JUST KNOW THAT YUUTA EATS PUSSY SO GOOD!!!

Your usually fresh pussy gets so battered and sore after Yuuta has had his fill, it's almost funny.

You clean and take care of it every day, just for it to be soaking in his saliva by the time night creeps up in the sky.

He'll keep apologizing for making you so sore but won't stop anyway. Keeps sucking your clit and licking stripes up your lips. Your clit is tired of the 'sorry's he keeps mumbling at it. But he's just so pretty. His eyelashes brush against your sensitive mound each time he dives in. You thrust your hips up onto his mouth to get some more friction and he furrows his brows, so tense, wondering if he's delivering well.

Oh yes, he is.

You don't let Yuuta know he's doing well and you are losing your mind.

He will keep trying and eating you out as you hide your orgasms to the best of your ability so he keeps going. The lack of praise keeps making Yuuta try harder and keeps making your eyes roll back into their sockets.

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[shunshunrika]

I have no mental strength left to even spoil anything so, no one touch me

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #spoilers #gojo satoru #satoru gojo

[shunshunrika]

I have no idea if your requests are still open so if they aren't feel free to ignore this😭♡♡

Okay so I was thinking jjk men

Like inumaki, gojo,yuta,megumi,nanami and geto when you send them a spicey pic of you while they're in public

If you decide to write this thank youu and I hope you have lovely day/night💕💕

SPICY WIFEY

synopsis: You send your boyfriend one special naughty picture ... or more when they are out and about.

**minors don't interact**

GOJO SATORU

Calls right away. Screams loud enough to make your eardrums burst.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SEND!?"

"I'm sorry I was just missing you..." You pouted. ".. A little?"

"DO YOU REALIZE I CANNOT FUCK MY PHONE JACK? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THIS Y/N?"

"Gojo! We don't want to hear any of that. Come back to the meeting!" You hear the frustration in Utahime's voice in the background and giggle.

"You don't have to fuck your phone when you can fuck me instead... When you get home that is." You say seductively.

"Oh you're getting slammed tonight." He says. He probably has a menacing expression on right now. "Next time, send me a picture of all the hickeys and bruises you're going to get from me."

YUUTA OKKOTSU

"R-rika chan, don't look." Yuuta gulped, hiding his phone from his cursed spirit as she tried to peek. "I can't expose Y/N like that!"

With that, Rika quietly disappeared, shaking her head at Yuuta as he finally looks at the chat screen in disbelief. You have sent him a message 10 minutes ago after sending rather obscene pictures of your ass.

"Are you leaving me on read after receiving those hot ass pictures?"

"It's not that, princess." Yuuta types, smiling softly. "Rika would've rioted. I had to hide."

"Omg, get rid of her already. Who's your girlfriend, me or her? dummy." you sent him a hasty message, biting your lip. Yuuta was in high demand after all.

"As an apology, let me munch on that bum when I get back?" Yuuta sent, with a winky face attached.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi doesn't like surprises particularly. Also, he isn't someone to check his phone often. So, imagine the look of horror on his face when he turns his phone to check the time and finds a picture of you with your tits out, obscured by nipple pasties, looking at him with puppy eyes - set as his wallpaper!

He quickly shoves his phone in his pocket, completely forgetting about the time and looks around to see if anyone saw THAT.

He feels this mixture of thrill and irritation as he gets his phone out to call you and munch you out. He is then faced with your round tits again and blushes, embarrassed. Carefully, he dials your number and you seem to be expecting his call already.

"Like your surprise, Gumi?~" you purr.

"You are so dead."

GETO SUGURU

Probably the type to send you nudes randomly throughout the day.

*ping*

you eye your phone and see three suspicious notifications from Geto, along with a "Missing you."

He always does this and you always fall for it. End up opening his lusty, sinful pictures of either his cock or his back muscles and ass in public. Today, you want to take revenge on him.

You sit in front of his 'family', his followers who are curious to know why the madam has summoned them.

"Suguru." you speak into the phone when he picks up.

"mmm? Did my baby see the video?"

"No, but I am about to broadcast it to your family. Bye-Bye!"

"Huh.. huh?? Wait.. Y/N?!!?"

NANAMI KENTO

"What is it?" Nanami uttered into his phone, sandwiched between his cheek and shoulder as he worked on some paperwork.

"Check your phone, Kento." you urged with a whine. It had been a while since you sent the video but got no response.

"The tone of your voice makes me think what you've sent is not safe for work." he stated calmly.

"And?"

"And I'm at work."

"God, you are the most boring man ever. I'm sending it to Gojo instead."

"If you shut up, stay patient and keep the phone, I'll give you kisses tonight."

"Hmph." you pout, cutting the call.

About 30 minutes later, you get a notification from Nanami. 3 pictures of his dick glazed with fluids, shining for you.

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[shunshunrika]

Oh, no! Really? What an asshole! You definitely did the right thing. Good for you! Block him. Rude. As far as Megumi is concerned though, I'm mad at him still. Speaking of it, how do you think he would react if you slapped him and left? What would he do?

Lord, forgive me for I am about to spit personal acid.

warnings: alcohol, profanity, cheating, anxiety

ANGST

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You wish sometimes that you'd not be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But then, sometimes that is required for the truth to emerge. You wished you could glue your eyes shut, or wear your favorite rose colored glasses that you do when it comes to Megumi. But can you really ignore the looks of pity people were giving you? The hushed condolences? The pats of sympathy? The atmosphere of discomfort created by your not so sneaky link cozying up to another girl.

As Megumi stroked Nobara's arm in the middle of the room as your drinking party raged on, you felt something visceral bubble up inside you.

"Hey Hey!" the drunk Nobara hiccupped and jabbed Megumi's arm playfully. "Hands to yourself, you gloomy rat!"

"You're so rude!" Megumi cooed at her, stabilizing her wobbly frame with his firm hands. The view of his hands on her hips drove you to insanity as you took another sip of a strong drink, your eyes tearing up.

Yuuji and Maki sat on either side of you, unsure of what to say.

"You're dating aren't you, what's he even doing?" Yuuji asked, furrowing his brows.

"They aren't dating officially but we assumed they were given how close and exclusive they are." Maki interjected. "Still, this is odd. I didn't except Megumi to do that."

This was true. Although you weren't dating on paper, you might as well be seen as a couple. You thought Megumi's eyes only sparkled for you. His usually glum expression that blossomed into a smile when he met eyes with you. The special way in which he caressed your back, stroked your hair, called you cute and rubbed your lips. You thought it was all for you. You thought he liked you because he acted like he liked you. But damn, you were wrong. You saw your little fantasy world crumble in real-time as he sat on the couch next to Nobara, arm around her shoulders, acting as if you don't exist. His pretty face and half lidded eyes watching Nobara intently like she was a meal.

You aren't sure what made you move. You weren't even sure if you had the right to. But your legs started off by themselves. This was it. Why should you take the brunt of everyone's fake concern, why should you be the victim, the damsel in distress. You don't need any of their sympathy. You don't need a man who can't commit.

*Slap*

The sound echoes through the crowded room as everyone stops their chattering and drinking to gawk at what just took place. Nobara, with her mouth open scuttles away from Megumi's embrace, fearing you might hit her too. You must look really scary right about now, but Megumi's expression wouldn't change. He looked on at you calmly, palming his red cheek. He wouldn't utter a single word.

Almost like he didn't care. What a fool, you were.

"Don't ever show me your face again." you said bitterly, choking on your words and holding back tears as you stomped away and out of the party. That night, you cried yourself to sleep, trying to get rid of the nasty effects of all the alcohol you drank. You huffed and tried to even out your breathing in an attempt to speak.

The next morning you woke up to no communication from Megumi whatsoever.

He will come back.

No he won't you stupid fuck.

But he said he loves me.

Are you sure you're the only one he says that to?

But I don't think I can get over him.

How long do you want to suffer?

A few days later, you still weren't over him. You needed one drag of this addictive substance called Megumi. One whiff. Just one.

"Hey." you texted him, biting your lip.

10 hours later, you'd get a reply.

"hi."

Are we pretending that nothing happened? He replied in a manner which leaves you with no comebacks. What's up? You are miserable. Can you let him know? No. Why? He's the reason.

"What were you doing with Nobara that-"

*backspace*

"How dare you do something like that-"

*backspace*

"Were you ever truly in love with me?-"

*backspace*

You thought for a while and decided it'd be best to meet up and discuss this. Maybe, maybe there must be some light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe it was a mistake on his part. Maybe there's still hope and this whole thing is still salvageable?

"Hey, if you're free sometime, let's meet up and talk." you sent the text.

Over the next few agonizing weeks of panic attacks, tears and long hours spent staring at the ceiling, the only constant would be Megumi leaving your message on read as time did it's thing and life went on.

TMI a/n: thank you for your kind words! Unlike this drabble, me and the guy are on civilized terms now. I am not entertaining him as a potential love interest anymore but I have fully healed and we are back to being friends. Good thing is he moved to another city for work for a few months so I don't have to see him for a while. (Which is good because boy was real life Megumi/Rin Itoshi, and I can't handle him giving me those bed eyes [hot boi alert lmao])

This was the reason I was missing for a bit, was just recovering from a heartbreak. Thank you for waiting! See you around more now! I AM BACK FOR GOOD HAHAHA. Expect lotsa angst

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fluff #angst #smut #manga #anime #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #x reader #x you #x y/n #scenarios #drabbles #shorts #fanfiction #headcanon #gojo satoru #fanart #au

[shunshunrika]

Hi! I read and loved (!!!) Megumi's Spin the Bottle fic you wrote (THANK YOU!!!), BUT I want to say that if he dared to say that to me about Nobara, Momo and Miwa I would slap him right then and there and leave. Anyway, I'm just mad at him now, don't mind me.

This situation happened with me in real life a couple of weeks ago and let me tell you wanting to slap the guy is the RIGHT emotion.

(tmi) He was trying to make me jealous apparently or whatever tf but I just stopped talking to him lmao. Hate these flaky bitches.

#asks #shun's playground

[shunshunrika]

Things Megumi Fushiguro would say because he's a * you guessed it * HOrny Mf

"Y/N. Will you sit on my lap? My thighs feel extremely sore for some reason, and I could use some weight on them. It'll be more effective if you remove all your bottom wear."

"What do you mean I have been stealing your panties? Do you have any proof? That is absolutely a disgusting accusation! Where are you looking?" *sees a satiny fabric with flowers on it peek out of his pocket*

"My hair is all spiky and stuff so do you think it'll pleasure you if I rub my head on your little clit?"

"C'mon baby, one more quickie before I leave for work. Don't mind the dogs watching, let the good boys see their master rail his queen."

"You wore the dress I bought for you? Hmm.. umm... you look- you look better than I imagined. I am feeling a lil'- I'm okay, i'm okay! Just, can we leave in half an hour? I think I have a boner."

"I won't let you sleep tonight baby. You're mine. All mine. Anyone who looks at you wrong, I'll butcher them. Don't be giggly with anyone else either. You belong to me."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #smut #fluff #angst #manga #anime #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #scenarios #headcanons #fanfiction #shorts #drabbles #fanart #x you #x reader #x y/n #geto suguru #gojo satoru