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yuwuta · 3 months

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EAT MY WORDS, AND THEN SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE DOWN — OKKOTSU, INUMAKI

cw: choking, spit (mentioned), threesome, established relationship

Yuuta doesn’t like to share. He’s usually all or nothing, but there’s something about you and Toge that makes you both the exception to his rule.

Maybe it’s knowing that somehow he’s found a way to have his cake and eat it, too. That he can have both of you, that you’re both his and nobody else’s, and it grants him the privilege of knowing nobody else can take either one of you away from him.

Except for each other, but Yuuta doesn’t quite mind that. He likes watching you two have each other, likes watching Inumaki tease you while you’re kissing, because he’s messy, flashes of your tongue while he sucks on it, whiny, desperate grinding of your hips against each other that are a clear ploy to hear you whine and plead, and it works every single time. Yuuta laughs a little from where he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, ruffling a towel through his damp hair and admiring how desperate you look when Toge’s hand creeps up your neck to keep you still, the perimeter of your lips slick with spit and you gasping for air and more and more and more and—“Toge, please.”

But Toge likes to tease, and he knows that Yuuta likes to watch, and that you can take it, so he squeezes another moan out of you before kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your neck, all open mouth and teeth and tongue. He groans between kisses, feeds off of your whining and flimsy attempts to grab at his shirt, and bites your lip a little too hard to use the distraction to push you back against the mattress.

Yuuta finds himself blushing when Toge is on top of you, grinding his hips down to watch your squirm, steadying your writhing with a tight grip on your jaw. He can tell it hurts a little, but you can take more—he’s seen you take more, he’s seen Toge give you more, so when he uses his other hand to press his thumb against your tongue and flatten it down, Yuuta gasps along with you.

Toge is the one who giggles now—and audible laugh that ghosts across your tongue before he licks against yours. It’s followed by a searing kiss, moving his thumb from your mouth to your cheek in loving contrast to his biting kisses. He releases his hold on your neck for just a second, just enough to let you gasp deeply for air, before it’s back, before you’re gasping again and with strained moans, and desperate, desperate hands pawing at Toge.

“This is certainly fun to watch,” Yuuta slings the hand towel around his neck, rounding the bed as Toge sucks at your skin and gropes your tits, and your eyes screw shut at his mercy. Toge smiles against your collar when Yuuta sits on the edge of the bed next to him, pulls back and swipes his thumb across your swollen lips with wicked intent. “But now you’re just being mean.”

Inumaki merely shrugs, sitting up over your hips and turning to Yuuta, whose eyes flicker between Toge’s and yours, then to your lips, and his hand on your neck, and back to your face. He’d only caught the last few minutes of Toge’s torture, but from the state of your heaving chest, and the amount of bruises on your neck, and size of your pupils, he’d imagined that Toge had been toying with you from the moment he’d stepped into the shower.

Yuuta grins at the thought. You let Toge get away with too much. You must like seeing him get drunk on you, too; Yuuta can’t fault you for that.

“Hi, angel,” Yuuta reaches a hand out to cradle your face, a gentle hold that you easily lean into, “Toge being mean to you?”

Your eyes go wide, fluttering between both boys hovering over you. There’s no right answer, but there might be a wrong one. When your eyes land on Toge again, he’s got his head cocked to the side, a single eyebrow raised, and then quietly, without room for argument he commands, “Answer him.”

“No—no,” you gasp, immediately turning to look back at Yuuta, who smiles down at you, “I just... want more.”

Yuuta’s thumb strokes across your cheek, then your bottom lip, until he can slide it into your mouth. He’s been told that his eyes can be intense, and it used to make him insecure, but there’s newfound confidence in the way it makes you and Toge pliant under his gaze.

“You’ve got her wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” Yuuta muses when you suck on his finger, turning his head, brushing his nose against Toge before leaning into a kiss, “Poor thing.”

They make a show of kissing each other just to tease you. Toge angles himself towards Yuuta, but makes sure to buck his hips against you to have you straining underneath him, too. The more they lick into each other’s mouths, the heavier Yuuta’s thumb presses against your tongue and you’re left gagging when Toge’s hand leaves your neck to cup Yuuta’s jaw and sucks on his tongue.

Spit drips down their chins, filthy and wet and too much and not enough. You bend your arms to lean up against your elbows, moaning frustratedly, Yuuta’s fingers messily trailing with you. He can tell that you want to touch them, kiss them, be between them. But Toge is quick to drop a hand from his face, doesn’t even have to look your way to wrap it around your neck with practiced ease and force your back to be flush with the mattress again.

Yuuta groans, slowly pulling away from Toge when you whine for him. And Yuuta is weak to you, so when he sees your debauched face, he can only coo, lean down and give you a careful, chaste kiss, smearing the spit across your lips when he pulls away.

“Sorry, angel,” he apologizes, giving you another quick kiss, “Come here.”

He helps you to sit up, back against the headboard, and Toge kneeling in front of you. Yuuta cards a hand through his hair, pulling him closer to you, not without warning, “Be nice,” before pushing him to kiss you.

“That’s it,” Yuuta muses, sighing when you both fall into each other’s hold again, “Be good to each other.”

It’s only Yuuta that gets to see you two like this, only him that gets to share these moments. He’ll let you belong to each other, just as long ass you know you’re his, too.

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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[ one, two, three ] inumaki toge

♡ contains: fluff, unedited

♡ end note: not the best ik, just want to get it out of my system. loving toge hours bcos I don't see enough fics about my bby boy 💚

inumaki has a creative way of saying ‘I love you.’

unlike normal couples seen on films, social medias and by the sidewalk, inumaki doesn't have the ability to verbally express you his feelings — well he could, but there's a risk that he might curse you and he wouldn't want that to happen.

so you both settle on just seeing his lengthy message on how much he loves staring into your eyes or your smile that made him want to be the ruler of the universe so he could hand it to you.

or his spotify playlist specially made for you, about the things you did to make him want to keep waking up everyday.

but out of all his unique confessions, there's one that stood out among others.

how inumaki blinks thrice slowly when he says I love you.

he showed you an article once, about how a cat owner says I love you to their cats by blinking slowly. you really thought the reason why he showed it to you was because it's cute.

but when he proposed to you one night, as he gently lifts your hand to kiss the engagement ring on your finger — he looks at you with tears on the corners of his eyes and...

blink once... twice... thrice

that was when you knew he was telling you ‘I love you’ in his own way.

in his own adorable and unique inumaki toge way.

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okkotsvs · 2 years

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just a name you call me (i love it)

⤏ summary: it’s cute, really. the nickname they have for you is pretty special <3

⤏ contents: itadori, megumi, okkotsu, inumaki, gojo, geto, nanami x gn!reader; 2229 words; fluff; cheesy nicknames, possible manga spoilers (high school life with geto, gojo, & shoko), reader is kinda on the short side for nanami’s

⤏ notes: just the same prompt popping up in my head every time i write for a new thing ;-; geto in this is based off of before he went all monkey man so that’s pretty much the kind of geto i’ll be writing anyway

Itadori Yuuji

It’s a little too quiet in the common room. Your sweet, sweet boyfriend must be taking his time hanging out with his friends after a much needed day out; which honestly was mostly the trio wanting to try out that new restaurant in town. They had invited you to join, but you garnered that it was better if you stayed to train just a bit more. After all, you had your own little break before they did.

Yuuji doesn’t hide his displeasure but you reassure him that it’s all fine and that you’d catch a free day with them next time. After his begrudgingly mopey goodbye, he told you he’d be coming back to you soon to which you smiled. Even when walking away from the front of the school he would look over his shoulder with a pleading look even if he couldn’t do anything about your absence.

That was hours ago and, of course, he texts you about the day with pictures and fun captions to make sure that you’re never missing. It warms your heart that he never wants to leave you out, it’s cute, really.

But now, in the comfort of your own dorm you’re sitting on your comforters, eyes closed teetering towards the edge of sleep. Your training was very productive so you don’t feel as bad about not being able to go, and Yuuji left a message that he would be bringing you leftovers. A win-win at the end of the day. With that thought in mind you allow yourself to succumb to sleep, but the exhaustion doesn’t have time to recover when your door opens, the small noise alerting you.

You leave it be, knowing that no one else except for him and you that had a key. He walks slowly, thinking you’re asleep but from the way he hugs your middle, settling on top of you on your bed and he’s sure his weight would rouse you. You peek and eye open and catch him looking at you tenderly.

“I’m back, baby! Missed me? Cause I missed you.”

Fushiguro Megumi

“Hey,” He’s dragging behind you, walking around the store without looking for anything himself. He agreed to join your spree but he thought the most he was going to do was carry your bags and sit down or something. You look back to see his unamused face and laugh. “You said ten minutes fifty minutes ago.”

“‘Gumi,” you say, “I swear, last time.” He scoffs, flicking your forehead. Going out with Nobara didn’t prepare him for this and he was a fool to believe that he would ever enjoy shopping. The only things keeping him there were you and the little snacks you would buy and feed him as you walked. Maybe it was all for your sake anyway; love really did make him do crazy things.

“Mhm.” But he doesn’t say anything when he takes the bags from your hands in one of his own before taking your now free one to intertwine them. His hands are cold against your warm ones, giving a sense of comfort because frankly you’re getting a little overheated moving around so much. And he also doesn’t complain when you drag him into yet another store, you muttering about wanting to buy that cardigan you saw online.

And he definitely doesn’t complain when you catch him on his phone in the corner of the store, shopping bags in one hand with your own personal one slung on his shoulder as he waits for the, hopefully, final time. His eyes meet you with a raised brow when he catches you staring.

“What’re you looking at, babe?”

Okkotsu Yuuta

It’s times like this when he’s glad to stay stagnant. The calming sounds of rain outside his room’s window fills the silence the two of you settled into. Currently, you’re smoothing a cooling mask to his face as he closes his eyes. You take extra care in tapping under his eyes, pressing the “effects” onto the skin there as well.

“Feel good?” You ask in a hushed tone. Yeah. It slips past his lips and from your position, his head in your lap, you can see the corners of his lips turn up. You smile fully in return even if he can’t see you, continuing with your ministrations as the time goes on.

When you think he may have fallen asleep, you lean back and crane your neck down to look at him. He’s ethereal in the light and it is surely a scene not many people get to see. The remaining five minutes of the mask absorption is spent with your gaze on his face, watching the way his eyebrows aren’t as furrowed and watching how the moonlight reflects off his tired skin. You are beyond ecstatic to witness all this.

After the soft alarm of the timer sounds, you remove the damp cotton and throw it to the side before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The sound was quiet enough to not wake him right away but it seems that this action was a little too loud. Not that either of you minded.

His eyes snap open and there’s that full smile on his face you’ve been waiting to see. He grabs your wrist and as best as he can from the upside down look he’s got of you, he looks into your eyes while he points to his lips,

“You missed, angel.”

Inumaki Toge

Not being able to use his words like everyone else never stopped him. Your boyfriend was a little bit of a menace, Maki’s words exactly, so he’d find one way or another to show you his love rather than telling it. From time to time you would find little notes everywhere, written on paper ranging from regular stick notes to binder paper to onigiri shaped stationary.

They always hold some sort of compliment like “you look so cute today” or a random thought “do you think birds can cry?” or, his personal favorite, tucked between your pillows or books, “idiot :p”. It’s usually met with your deadpan expression and his smug and proud eyes when you look up from the paper. They also include calling you obscure nicknames such as: pizza, oven mitt, or tractor. Romantic, huh.

But nothing ever compares to when he learned sign language. You had taken it upon yourself to learn a few things to make it easier for him and he’s forever grateful for your efforts. With it comes a plethora of instances for silent inside jokes that have the two of you snickering in the corner as your poor friends will never know which one of them it was directed at.

Of course there are also words you haven’t gotten around to figuring out because they’re not things you use everyday. Once he stopped you in the hallway, hands ready to sign something to tell you before he pauses. You give a look of confusion, expecting a playful joke, but he signs something new and kisses you on the cheek, walking away. You figured out what it was only later.

“Why did you call me that?” You ask the next time you see him. He shrugs, eyes crinkling in happiness as he signs.

“Because you are. You’re my walnut.”

Gojo Satoru

There is no end to the names he calls you, whether that be lovingly or just to get on your nerves, they’re most definitely horrendous. Sometimes you think you’re safe when he bids you a good day regularly, but most times it’s a gamble.

“Boogie bear!”

“Apple cinnamon pie!”

“Oh my god, Satoru, shut up.” You’re shielding your face away from whoever you’re walking with if he just so decides to come up and spice up your conversation. Though, the bright side to it is that you’re never having a boring day, right? And of course, there isn’t a day that goes by where the students don’t look at you with a mix of disgust and sympathy.

He may be Gojo Satoru to them, but there are days when he’s just simply Satoru. Days when his quick wit and practical jokes take a break and he kind of just lets himself be. It’s odd to see him sitting there on your bed just staring off into space, the cloth of his blindfold on the bedside table.

“Satoru?” You call, and he lifts his head up, a forlorn look on his face that he doesn’t bother hiding. He stares at you for a moment as you walk inside, also getting ready for bed. Despite that, he sticks his arms out in your direction and you waste no time diving into them. One of his hands comes up to rest on your back while the other presses your head to his neck, burying his face in your shoulder.

You stay like that for a while, allowing him to guide you onto his lap as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear which is a hopeful message that tomorrow will be another day. Another better day. He smiles against you, kissing whatever skin is available to him. And in these moments, he calls you something so warm and tender you could forgive the atrocities he’d said earlier that day.

“Thank you, honey.”

Geto Suguru

Shoko stands, unamused by your unwillingness to make a move. She had absolutely no idea why you decided to fall for one of her close friends, dubbing both of the boys as “nuisances” and “ugly bastards.” They would just swat at her insults knowing that they were just jokes and carry on with their conversations. However, you just couldn’t seem to let this crush go.

He doesn’t seem to want you to either with the amount of time he invests throughout the day to flirt with you. It’s not even subtle, if you’re being honest, and you don’t know if you like it even a little bit or absolutely hate it. On one hand it could be sweet gestures or words like how you did well on something or how you looked that day. But on the other hand, he’s that person Shoko warns you about since both him and his best friend are somewhat known as “players.”

You like it a little bit because it gives you hope, but you hate it because it gives you hope.

You groan, sitting on the steps beside the field as you lean on your elbows. Why did you have to fall for a guy like him who seemed so, perfect? In a sense. He was smart and knew everything when in normal class, he was a special grade so that definitely made him stronger than most people, and he was absolutely easy on the eyes. (Satoru would have disagreed). Maybe it was time to just let it all out and take that rejection like a champ. Yeah.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You threw that penny far, far away upon hearing his voice. You must have visibly froze as well as Suguru waves a hand in front of your face, sitting beside you. “Hey, y/n?”

“U-Uh, huh? Yeah. Yeah?” You sputter out and mentally punch yourself in the face. Well, it’s this far already so why not keep going. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something.” You wring our hands together, thinking about everything and anything at the last minute and Suguru can see the gears working in your head. But he already knows. Of course he does. So with a smile, he takes your hands in his and gets you to look at him.

“Take your time, darling.”

Nanami Kento

Who knew a life of domesticity was something you looked forward to every single day? It wasn’t that hard to believe when your husband was him, the man you woke up to every morning and the man who makes your morning beverage and brings it to you without batting an eye.

There are moments when you both sit up, starting your days with the comfort of basking in each other’s presence as you scroll through your phone and he reads a book, or you getting ready around the room as he fixes the bed. Other times you stay in and sleep just a little bit more before you actually have to move.

But today’s a little different. You woke up before he did. And what a sight that was.

This overworked, overwhelmed, and over-everything husband of yours can’t seem to sleep in after you do; perhaps today was your lucky day. Without a moment to waste, you slip out of bed as quietly as you can and make your way to the kitchen. You move your way around finding cups and everything for your usuals until you realize that one of the items you need is up high on a shelf.

You huff, of course he’d put that up there. Taking a stool, you step on and attempt to reach that pesky device. You’re almost grazing it by your finger tips before you feel yourself falling back out of nowhere. It’s sudden and catches you off guard but as quick as oh I’m falling, comes into your head, there’s something there to prevent it.

He has a hold with arms around your waist as you press your back into his chest. With a look over your shoulder, he looks frazzled, possibly from just waking up and rushing over to catch you. You laugh sheepishly. “Morning.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“You just make sure you’re more careful, dear. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

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luvulyy · 2 years

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𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. ✷

𝖨𝖭𝖴𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤 𝖷 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘

You woke up in a cold sweat, mind hazy and drenched in adrenaline. You gulped the cool night air down greedily. Heart thumping, you stayed where you sat, bolt up in your bed. Any attempts to calm down were futile, still reeling from the nightmare.

The contents of the dream weren't important, the details of it already beginning to fade away. No, it was the feelings it left in you. The absolute fear and hopelessness, desperate to save whoever had been lost. Terrified of being left alone.

You dismissed it as left over stress from the other first being away on a mission but that did nothing to soothe your nerves. That meant you couldn't slip into any of their rooms, like you normally did on nights like this. You hadn't thought you could feel any worse, and now you did, shivering alone.

Before you could catch your bearings you were on your feet, slipping quietly out into the hallway. You froze as you made contact with the cold hardwood floor. Everyone else was bound to be asleep by now, where were you even planning on going?

The tremors raking through your body were only worsening, the long shadows and eerily silent hallway fanning the fear. Then, you saw it. Further down the hall, someone's light was one. Feet moving before your mind, you were in front of the door before you even knew it. You raised a shaky fist to knock and hesitated.

But before you could, the door opened.

There stood one of the 2nd years, watching you with worry. Inumaki Toge, with his soft white hair spiking in various directions, clearly been to bed.

Unironically, you'd never spoken with the man, definitely the person you knew the least out of your upperclassman. However, depsite his quiet and calm disposition he seemed to radiate a caring energy. There'd been times you'd glimpsed a more playful side when hanging out with the others and he'd grown to have a soft spot in your heart.

He spoke gently, instantly soothing. There was a slight rasp from sleep, making your stomach flip. 'Mustard leaf?' Are you okay?

You hadn't realised you hadn't said anything. 'Sorry I...' Nor had you planned what to say.

He silently raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to go on.

You nervously cleared your throat, still uneasy. 'It's nothing really. Had a nightmare and was trying to clear my head and saw you had your light on, I don't even know why i was going to knock-'

You turned away to leave when he grabbed your wrist. Unknow to you, the jitters raking through you could be felt through the grip. His hand tightened, no way he was leaving you alone now.

His expression furrowed, trying to convey how he felt.

'Sujiko.' Look here.

'No, I couldn't.' The embarrassment of being seen by your upperclassman like this had hit and you flushed deeply along your neck. Not only that, but your favourite one too. You fell into a deep bow. 'I-I apologise for waking you, sleep well Inumaki-senpei.'

You looked up only to meet his beautiful violet. eyes, shining with concern. He shook his head furiously, your heart summersalting at the cuteness.

He gestured over his shoulder, towards his room. 'Tuna Mayo.' Talk.

You had no choice but to follow the pull on your arm.

His room was pristine yet interesting, little trinkets here and there representing his personality. A poster of a manga you liked, a key chain you'd gifted him on his birthday, an adorable onigiri plushie. Each detail had you falling more and more for him.

Inumaki sat down on his bed, back gravitating against the wall. He patted next to him, inviting you to sit. Swallowing your nerves you mimicked his position, crossing your legs.

Out of nowhere he pulled his phone out. Inumaki opened his notes app and typed away. With a self assuring nod, he held the screen up high for you to read.

Why are you upset?

'I told you, its nothing!' You tried to deflect. One look at his deadpan face and it was clear he didn't buy it. Not for a second. 'It's embarrassing. I had one of my usual nightmares and was scared to go to sleep. I can't even fix it like I usually do. I'm really sorry to have disturbed you, I dunno what I was thinking. Now, I realise we're not on that level but you're the only one here so I-'

Suddenly you were interrupted by the bright phone shoved in your face. The rambling died in your throat.

What usually helps?

If you'd been embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to how you blushed in response. You replied quietly, afraid to reveal it out loud. 'Normally I... cuddle with one of the others. But they're all away, which I'm pretty sure is making the dreams worse, but fuck I feel so lost.'

Inumaki muttered back what must've been curse from tone, agreeing with your pain.

Wordlessly, he pulled you into his side. He gently pressed your head to rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your back. You instantly melted into him.

You gradually began to whisper about the dream, attempting to get it off your chest. You detailed the feelings it had left you to wake up with, the remorse and guilt of those around you dying weighing heavy. Inumaki soothingly placed a hand on your head, rubbing up and down in an attempt to comfort you, occasionally playing with the strands.

He listened intently as you poured your heart out, murming a 'salmon' in all the right places. By the time you were finished you were thoroughly exhausted, but already feeling at ease again. You cleared your throat, not wanting to spook away his gentle hand on your head.

'Thank you Inumaki-senpai, I don't know what I'd have done without you.'

He picked up his phone with his free hand, holding it in front of your lap as he typed.

Why so formal?

'Ah, I didn't even realise.' You flushed. The habit of calling the other upperclassman by their last names had long worn off, as you naturally became friends. But with Inumaki, you still couldn't bring yourself to change.

You don't for the others :(

You giggled, the tiny sad face pulling at your heartstrings. He was clearly messing with you but you felt you owed an explanation.

'I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything Senpei. It's just... I respect you so much, you know? You're so cool and nice and intimadating, always so put together and fun to be around without even needing words. I dunno I guess, it wouldn't be right when I look up to you so much. Inumaki...' Blush dusted your cheeks as you held back the honorific, not to mention the confession of sorts.

He shook his head.

'Huh?'

Not Inumaki.

'Oh. Uh... wow, you sure?'

He nodded much too quickly.

'Toge-senpei.' You tasted how it felt in your mouth. He watched you expectantly, waiting.

'Toge-kun.' Not quite right.

'Toge.' Ah. In the blink of an eye, Inumaki had pulled his scarf up to try hide as much of his face as possible. Steam was practically coming of his ears, pinker than you'd ever seen. You positively melted at the sight.

'Thank you for your time then, Toge.' The clock caught your attention in the corner of your eye. "Speaking of the time, I should really leave you to rest. Thanks again Senpei, I owe you one.'

You continued with a soft smile. 'I feel so much better already. Dunno how I'll ever repay you Toge.'

It took everything in you to reluctantly pull away. You'd stood to leave when you heard him tut from where he sat on the bed.

'Sujiko.' Look here.

He was tapping the top of his cheek, the sliver exposed above his scarf. His eyes were watching you expectantly.

You coloured every possible shade of red.

'Eh??'

He tapped again, heavier now, with a determined crease to his brows. How you could be so emotive with so little, you didn't know.

Heart in your throat, you moved forward.

Pausing in front of him you took a moment to slow your breathing, to quiten the beating in your chest.

You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his skin. He looked and smelled heavenly from this close. He was like some kind of angel. Both of you stopped breathing while you held there, then barely lifted away. You could feel your hot breath reflecting against his face.

He simply stared at you, a dumbstruck look on his face. Had he not expected you to actually do it? Heat travelled to your face.

You laughed breathlessly, slowly reaching your hand out towards his empty one. Instantly, he met with his palm, wasting no time to linking fingers.

You lost yourself in his eyes as he pulled down the scarf, revealing his marks and pretty little mouth. God, he was stunning. What caught you even more off guard were the two words he muttered next.

'Stay. Kiss.'

#part 2 already in the works!#so don't stress PFFT steamy is promised #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #inumaki x y/n #inumaki x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk inumaki #inumaki to/ge x reader #inumaki toge #hope this is in character!!!! dont know him very well but 10/10 would smooch #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader

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sungie · 2 years

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[2:35 PM] MOVING BOXES: INUMAKI TOGE X READER

a/n: hi hi! the first part was in my drafts for a college moving-out piece but i never posted - so now it's like a goodbye to my jjk writing+inumaki for a while <3

cw: slight mention of blood, bittersweet piece

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Inumaki meets your gaze, now, for the first time since he arrived. His lips press together in a sad, sort-of smile, one that reeks of a finality you want nothing to do with. Of goodbye.

Warmth at your fingertips. You look down to see Inumaki’s fingers tugging at yours. Does he regret agreeing to this?

Change my mind, change my mind, change my mind.

The brief moment of intimacy melts away as soon as it comes. With nothing left to keep him here (no more boxes to move up the sets of stairs), he steps back to gaze at you with so much adoration that the melancholy tugging at his lips lightens into something softer. Something gentler. “Tuna.”

“Don’t,” you mumble. “Don’t say anything.”

Inumaki sighs. He cups your face in his palms and gazes at you with a muted significance that must mean, look at me. With your attention caught, he tilts his head slightly. A tenderness creases at the corner of his eyes. And then he smiles. Smiles so brightly, it stuns.

If anyone ever asks, Inumaki smiles like water condensing in a filmy glass. Despite the subtle shifts and ebbs, Inumaki reflects what you're supposed to see. Even if it's not what you want. Even if it's not real.

“You don’t have to pretend for me.” The words wobble from your mouth. “I don’t want you to pretend like you’re okay.”

Inumaki shakes his head. He blinks, his neck tensing as he swallows. In distraction, he lightly taps his finger to your forehead. Once, twice.

He's done this before. In car-rides back to Tokyo, with a younger-you fretting over the blood dribbling down the corner of his lips and exhaustion clamming at his skin. With a weak smile and a trembling finger you knew took all his strength to raise: he's done this before.

Don’t worry about me, it means. Take care of you, it means.

“Toge,” you start.

He shakes his head. Leans in close to press his lips against the spot he touched. Warmth imbues into your skin, infusing comfort to your mind first, then the blood circulating through your body. Much too late, you realize his lips feel safe.

Blatantly, you piece together that Toge feels like home. He's always felt like home. Like something you grow out of, one way, or another.

For a couple seconds, time stills. Two small first years entering the world of jujutsu. Two second years giggling and tripping each other in public, only to smile softly behind closed doors. Two third-years whispering promises into each other's ears; two fourth-years with finalities hidden behind fibs and fiddling fingers.

“We’ll see each other again.” You try. It sounds like a lie.

Inumaki hangs his arms over your shoulders, then pauses. His gaze travels from your forehead to unconsciously linger at your lips. The way he catches himself, something so unfamiliar, burrows guiltily into your chest.

When he hugs you, he shuts his eyes. "Okaka," he murmurs, into your ear. Liar, liar, liar.

You fist the back of his sweatshirt, breathing in. Sandalwood and linen. Two scents you want to gouge from your mind, yet imprint into memory all the same.

Why did you want to break up again? Maybe you don't have to?

On his way out the door, Inumaki waves. It’s something so casual, the way he walks out your life. It’s something so casual, the way you wistfully let him leave.

#inumaki #inumaki x reader #inumaki imagines #inumaki to/ge x reader #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki to/ge x you #inumaki x you #inumaki toge x you #jjk imagines

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pearl-blue-musings · 2 years

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My beautiful, wonderful, talented, amazing wife, I am here for Wine Night if you'll have me 🥰

My top two love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Inumaki Toge has my heart. (Second only to you, my dear.)

SECOND ONLY TO ME??? Idnsosnsksmsksnsownsn

Another rough day at work meant you making yourself a super strong margarita. Your curse fighting silent boyfriend had yet to come home from a gathering of his high school friends and you were starting to really miss him.

Then speak of the devil and he appears, Inumaki Toge had just appeared in your shared apartment. He looked comfortable and relaxed, year a little confused. Usually, you greet him with a lovely welcome home. But in your upset nature and tipsy state, you didn’t greet him. Silently, Toge takes off his shoes, removes his jacket, and joins you on the couch. He begins to massage your shoulders, an act you like after a grueling day, and leaves kisses along your neck.

“Kelp.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t greet you. Another rough day at work.”

You feel him nod and continue to work your neck, before switching positions to massage your feet. He looks up at you with concern and he gently massages your foot, bringing you ultimate relaxation. You switch to Netflix and put on a show the two of you have been meaning to watch and ask him “Can we watch a few episodes tonight? I don’t wanna do anything else.”

“Salmon.”

You smile and press play as he sits next to you, wrapping his arms around you to make sure you’re comfortable.

“I love you, Toge.”

“I love you, too.”

Elle’s Wine Night!

#🍑 💍#🍑 wife #elle’s musical moots #elle’s wine night #oh man I guess I’m just soft tonight #inumaki to/ge x reader #toge x reader

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m3hgumi · 9 months

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— jjk characters and their college majors

a/n: this is highly unedited! literally just a bunch of brain dump (i will MAYBE write a more fleshed out version of their college lives in the future). for now, this is just for shits and giggles

itadori yuji

mmm i’m thinking kinesiology on the pre physical therapy track

or he’s a student athlete majoring in sports management or business

fushiguro megumi

a struggling pre-vet biochem major. that’s it that’s the fucking tweet.

nobara kugisaki

FASHION SCHOOL BAYBEE !!!

that or marketing

ok but fashion designer nobara … i live for it

zenin maki

this could take so many different directions tbh

engineering bc we love women in stem 💯 but also pre law

OK WHY NOT BOTH

civil/mech engineering on the pre law track. boom.

yuta okkotsu

elementary education! he just has the vibes 😭

inumaki toge

hmmm digital arts or cs bc zero human interaction (this is a lie) and he also canonically hates showering! (anyone remember that one juju sanpo ep)

gojo satoru

ASTROPHYSICS or math education

geto suguru

our little philosophy + literature double major on the pre law track (save him)

nanami kento

finance snake ?!?!? tbh probably accounting tho (the least frat boy snake vibes type of major ever)

panda (really now?)

zoology. (i wonder why 🤭)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu itadori #jjk crack #kugisaki nobara #jjk panda #inumaki to/ge #gojo satoru #suguru geto #nanami kento #okkotsu yuta #zenin maki #why did i even write this

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toges-wife · 1 year

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【Perfect date】

There's so many things you like about toge, his kindness and sweet personality, and his beautiful smile, the way he just treats is just... Amazing. He's funny and cute, and you enjoy being around him. What else?... His laugh, it's very contagious!

Man he's just so... Perfect, so charming 😩❤️.!Honestly you can't name a thing you don't like about him!

So you finally picked your courage to ask him about his perfect date idea and decided to end up asking him out on such a date.

Toge honestly didn't hesitate and replied that a perfect date is one that still leaves a lasting memory. And he also gave an example like having a nice dinner while enjoying a relaxing atmosphere, with nice music, talking about life and so on.. Toge also mentioned that maybe taking a nice walk around the beach and have a calm evening watching the sunset, it's quite a gorgeous sight! It's really calming and just... Perfect!

After not too long after that you surprised toge with such date, everything was just as he described it. It was awkward at first but then he started trying to talk to you and eventually the awkwardness broke.

It was a good day for him. He just felt like his day couldn't get better! But later on when you were walking around the beach at the sunset you got your full courage and held toge's hand. Then you finally asked Toge to be your boyfriend.

He just nodded in agreement hugging you tightly. Honestly he's just adorable <3

Credits

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki #anime #inumaki to/ge #jjk inumaki #inumaki fluff #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #jjk #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki toge x reader #toge x reader #toge icons #toge #toge imagines #toge inumaki fluff

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yuwuta · 4 months

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mine. — inumaki toge

❝i just wanna say you’re mine, you’re mine; fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine.

000. inumaki toge + reader

001. fluff, non-curse/college au, slightly suggestive but barely, inumaki uses sign language and speaks like two actual verbal words

002. baby sized drabble, barely even 1k words

Toge would consider himself patient. He doesn’t mind waiting in long lines for the release of a new game, has no problem when the trains are delayed because it means he can sit and relax in the station a little longer, can sit for hours on end doing nothing and not be bored—but his tolerance for watching other people mess with his girlfriend is extremely low.

He reasons that you continue the conversation because you think it’s merely friend and polite to do so, and you’ve always been such a pleasantly happy drunk. But Toge knows this conversation isn’t friendly on the other end—and it’s not some protective boyfriend instinct, either, he has solid evidence of this idiot talking about you to his other idiot friend in front of Toge during lecture, with no knowledge that he was behind them, or that you are very not single.

(“She’s gorgeous, bro, look,” the kid muses, showing his friend your Instagram profile, “She’s in my bioethics class, and she’s easily the hottest girl. Smart, too. Little bit of a teacher’s pet, but I don’t care, she’s beautiful. A solid eight, for sure.”)

Toge knows that if this guy ever got his head out of his ass and ever bucked up the balls to actually ask you out instead of using roundabout flirting tactics and hopelessly pining over you during lectures, that you’d turn him down. He isn’t worried about losing you, and he doesn’t doubt your love for him. It does, however, concern him that there are people who believe they have a shot with you in the first place. He can’t possibly let that carry on.

(Also, an eight? How could this guy call you beautiful, but say you’re an eight? It doesn’t equate—Toge doesn’t believe in rating women, but you’re not an eight. You’re a fifteen on a scale of one to ten; a shining star amongst a sea of planets; the love of his life).

His fuse is about to blow when the guy touches you, reaches for your hair and carefully twirls a bit between his fingers. He knows that move; he knows the excuse was probably that there was something stuck to your hair, but Toge didn’t see shit. He’s had enough, and promptly bulldozes through Maki’s small apartment to reach you. He’s not sure if he’s making a ruckus, or if you can sense him coming, but you turn your head in his direction, a smile spreading on your face before cheering, “Hey, Toge! Do you—”

You’re cut off by a tug on your shirt, firm and impatient—but you’re not moving yet, not quick enough, so he does it again. Your eyes seem to light up with realization. You turn back to acknowledge the boy, and that’s really when Toge really loses it. All he hears is the stupid, desperate pitch of the kid’s voice sputtering out something about finding you later and grabbing drinks for you both, even as Toge’s dragging you through the crowd.

You let yourself be pulled by Toge’s greedy hand. It’s not all that far, just into a corner of the hallway, next to a closet where Maki keeps her cleaning and kickboxing supplies. He’s tempted to pull you into her bedroom, but he’s not up for being bruised for a week.

“You okay?” you question, voice sweet and genuine—and it makes him grimace, because you really didn’t have a clue. Not one at all.

Toge huffs, drops your hand to sign; using his left hand to circle around his face slowly, tapping at his chin. You understand, but only partially, given the slight tilt of your head and question that follows, “Beautiful? That’s why you’re upset?”

He blinks slowly, shaking his head and flailing his arms in the direction of the living room. You follow his hands, down the hall then back to his face, but he can tell you still don’t get it. He tries again, pointing to you, then repeating his previous sign and adding another, and he can see the realization spread across your face, followed shortly by a bashful chuckle.

“Too pretty? Me?” you ask to confirm. Toge nods his head, all serious and steely eyes, but you throw yours back with a hearty laugh this time. He crinkles his eyebrows, repeating his initial signs this time. Hdoesn’t know what’s so funny, if you’re laughing because you’re flattered or you find him ridiculous or something in between, but Toge means it either way; wants to ingrain it into you, just how beautiful you are.

So, he raises his hands again, when your eyes have met him again, and goes slower this time—pulls his mask down for good measure, so you can read his expression more clearly—to sign one simple word: “Mine.”

You tilt your head to the side again, and now Toge is the one laughing. He thinks you might be a little more drunk than you’ve let on, or maybe you just want him to indulge you. Either way, he has no problem repeating himself, doesn’t mind telling you again and again and again.

He takes a step forward, leaving mere inches between you. You seem much smaller than him like this, still giggling, but he doesn’t mind. Toge reaches for your rest again, turning your palm upward and using a single finger to trace the letters of the word “mine,” onto your skin.

Your laughter comes to a halt when you verbalize his words, “Mine?” Toge nods, turning your wrist again to lace your hands together, pushes yours against the wall, uses his free one to cradle your cheek. He adores the way your pupils get bigger, the way your lips part slightly in anticipation. It’s his turn to smile, pulling you towards him for a kiss and ghosting his words over your lips, “You’re mine.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #inumaki x reader #inumaki to/ge x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk headcanons #inumaki fluff #inumaki smut #jjk smau

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inumakiwrites · 1 year

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Forehead kisses

Forehead kisses give toge a feeling of safety and comfort. It just makes him want to fall asleep next to you and just enjoy your presence. It's the most soft and gentle yet loving feeling in this world, for toge it's just amazing and he would want you to give him forehead kisses all the time! Toge loves how it shows the most amount of affection for him! It shows a level of pure love, one that's beyond the physical. It makes him feel like he's special and worth all the affection in the world.

A forehead kiss could make toge happier than anything in the world.. He love you more than anything in this world, more than everything in this universe, more than all the stars in the sky. Toge's love for you is endless and it'll continue to grow and grow with every day which means his love for you will forever be getting more and more stronger as time passes ~

#inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #toge inumaki #[🍡— t's thoughts]#inumaki to/ge #inumaki toge headcanons #inumaki toge x reader #toge #toge inumaki x reader

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okkotsvs · 2 years

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nessa・she/her・SFW BLOG

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recent:

the woes of this game (cyno, written, fluff) [4/04]

pretty boy (okkotsu, written, fluff) [5/03]

just a name you call me (multiple, written, fluff) [4/29]

so you’re… (okkotsu, written, fluff) [4/26]

requests: open!

upload schedule (1-2 fics each day): tba @ at or after 10:00 pm PST; random blurbs exempted >:D

disclaimer: please do not copy or repost any of my works! i am also a manga reader so there might be spoilers in either my writing or ranting :D

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roscgcld · 2 years

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I imagine that DD! reader would know how to cook and she often prepare some cute breakfast or lunch or dinner for everyone in school like this-

And if she found out anyone have been neglecting themselves or forgot to eat their breakfast or lunch, she will activate her cute puppy eyes technique and simply make(or force) them to eat properly. Everyone should stay healthy!

In my eyes she is the sole reason why the second years are alive.

Maki can barely cook rice porridge, Yuta can cook but it's more for sustenence then it is taste. Plus the both of them are health nuts, so I am sure their food is so healthy you literally can taste the fertiliser the farmers used lmao.

Toge burnt toast, on multiple occasions, let me tell you.

Y/N learnt how to cook to cope with the fact that she is enjoys learning new things, and because the elders wanted to ensure that she is the perfect wife if she were to be married off. And because she can cook, she now focuses on making things her way - meaning all the cuteness and different colours that make traditional food more interesting.

I remember , because of sheer boredom the other day, I made different shaped onigiri. I made heart-shaped ones, triangle and ball shaped ones, square ones (cause of komi-san), and tried to make a doggy paw. So I am sure that, if she is bored, she will make the cutest meal that takes longer to decorate than it is to make.

She's just extra like that. (just like her mama c:)

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lunaslovelyrambles · 2 years

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jjk characters + asking them to kill a bug for you

part two here!

-> itadori: gets all brave until the bug falls from the ceiling. the second you rush up to him telling him that you saw a bug on the wall he’s he’s all gung-ho to go kill it. he’s gotta protect his baby after all!! he grabs a shoe, smacks it… then it moves and yuuji is DONE. you’re on your own as he’s shrieking and running out of the room.

-> megumi: takes it outside despite you pleading to kill it. he doesn’t mind bugs. like at all. he used to play with them as a kid all the time so he never really had an aversion to them?? when you ask him to kill a bug he refuses, opting to scoop it into a cup and take it outside. no matter how much you ask him to actually kill it, he won’t.

-> nobara: refuses adamantly. she doesn’t NOT like bugs. there will be times where she’ll be coming to you asking you to kill bugs for her. most of the time it’s really a team effort because there’s no way in HELL that she’s going anywhere near a bug unless you’re backing each other up. there’s a lot of screaming and “don’t let it come near me!!” as you evade this bug.

-> inumaki: takes it more seriously than it is. when you come to him and tell him that a bugs in your room, he’s already writing up a plan to successfully kill it. it’s like a stealth mission and he takes it WAY too seriously. there’s eight plans. five back ups and panda’s on standby. he also brings so many materials? you can definitely tell that he’s been prepared for this for a while.

-> maki: smacks it with her shoe. like, she’ll just pop her shoe off, smack it against the wall, clean her shoe off, and then go about her day. she isn’t scared by bugs so it’s really no sweat off her back to kill it if you’re scared by them. but please by her a fly swatter or SOMETHING so she stops smacking her shoe against the walls.

-> yuta: is scared too. sorry man, he isn’t really all that comfortable killing bugs too! he hates all the little legs and finds them absolutely disgusting. maybe, just maybe, if he closes his eyes and smacks really hard he’ll do it for you. but he’s definitely gonna say that you should get one of the other second years to kill it.

-> nanami: kills it, no hesitation or question. bugs have never creeped him out that much. whenever you need him to kill a bug, he just does it. he gets up and is like “alright, where is it?” then walks into the room and kills it. the kind to grab it with a tissue and flush it down the toilet. he’ll kill a million bugs for his love !!

-> gojo: teases the crap out of you, only killing it after you’ve practically begged him to. yeah, he’ll kill it but he needs to really tease you about that fact that you asked him to kill the bug for you. and only after taking an agonizingly long time to kill it, too. as if that isn’t enough, if he squashed it in a tissue he will chase you around the house with it. please smack him.

-> geto: crushes it with his hand. like ?? he just open palm smacks it against the wall. then he turns to you with a smile and says “alright! that’s taken care of!” it honestly leaves you in so much shock because he acts like it’s normal? and he has the audacity to question why you’re looking at him like that.

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