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#maki zenin fic
uc1wa · 6 months
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18+ minors dni
tags: fem reader, mentions of using a strap, tiny bit of mommy kink
the hard exterior never went anywhere, brain and brawn evident in the way maki zenin held herself. the way she talked and the way her biceps flexed every time she’d do so much as lift her arm to loop around you.
the soft touches she’d leave on your skin, her hand sitting on your lower back the second you’d walk out of your door. it wasn’t with possession, no, she wasn’t worried about somebody snatching your eye.
because just as you were her girl, she was your everything. there wasn’t a single bone without confidence in her body that could tell her otherwise.
you were the one leaning against her when you’d feel her warm palm. your cheek resting against her shoulder as the two of you would walk. your touches that would linger on her scarred skin for longer than they should. your eyes holding onto hers even when she’d look away.
"yes?" she’d ask as the two of you had decided on grabbing a warm drink in the cool autumn morning you’d both stepped into. your eyes tracing every curve of her face as if you’d never seen her before. her eyes refocusing their attention on yours with a quirked eyebrow at the question.
"nothin’," you’d laugh lightly, "not allowed to look at miss. pretty?" you questioned right back, tilting your head in a way that maki thought was cute. her eyebrows scrunching as a smile creeped its way to her lips.
she shakes her head in amusement, her attention now on you. she thanks the heavens that you preferred cold drinks as she sipped on her hot green tea. her black eyes watching the way your tongue darted between your lips to find your straw. the saliva that you glossed your lips with when you licked them before you decided to take another sip. the way your lips parted around the plastic.
though as the thoughts in her head ran wild, her lips stayed in a low smile, eyes neutral while her hand reached across the table to rest atop yours. the hand that she held on the walk home back to your shared place. the hand was was wrapped around your hip as you stood between her legs while she sat in front of you.
"put this on," she said, other hand holding a new tube of the lipgloss you liked. one that she’d bought the day prior, noticing that yours was running low, and that just wouldn’t do.
taking a step closer so that her legs were on either side of your hips, you took it with a smile and a nod. "anything for you, mama," the name of authority made maki’s hand squeeze your hip teasingly. eyes watching the same lips she was earlier. the way the end of the brush would smear shiny gloss over your puffy lips.
"what do ya say?" she asks while you set the gloss beside you, one knee maneuvering its way around her waist while the other does the same. adjusting and moving teasingly to get comfortable, and to put pressure where both of you want it.
"thanks, mommy," when your top row of teeth bite down on your plush lower lip, maki smirks while licking her own. the name egging her to keep a hand holding your waist as the other finds your throat, pulling you to her lips harsh enough to bruise.
her teeth are biting your bottom lip the same way you just were, tasting the gloss that has hints of sugary vanilla. who knew you could taste better?
while her tongue danced with yours, her hand stayed complacent around your throat. guiding you into every movement she wanted you to be in. her hand that was on your waist snaking until it’s holding your hip and pushing you down into her.
maki could eat the soft whimper you gave her as your heat was getting the friction it was begging for. the woman could nearly feel the way you were pulsating on top of her.
the domesticity of your morning made her touches soft and sensual. lingering and meaningful. she wanted to take her time with you and listen to every last whine she could pull out of you. and while she could grab her strap that stuffed you and made you scream, she opted for her fingers, wanting to feel your warmth and the way you clenched around her.
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experimenting w my pretty mommy
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hash1ras · 7 months
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redskyvenus · 3 months
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𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ⟡ MAKI ZEN’IN
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content warnings: non-curse AU, alcohol, fluff/angst, piercer!maki x fem reader, mentions of a breakup, mutual pining, no use of y/n, SFW, wlw centric. other tags will be listed in pt. 2 | wc: 2.1k
notes: starting off the new year with part 1 of my mini series Habits Of My Heart, enjoy 🖤 support your content creators by reblogging/commenting!
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She had known from the very first night that you met you were not like other women. The way you carried yourself; your voice, your mesmerizing face—and your gorgeous body—sculpted by the gods themselves.
It was a usual Friday night at one of her cherished Tokyo bars, nestled cozily in a quiet corner of the city, Maki had planned to meet her friends for drinks. However, they were running fashionably late, as was their custom. A sigh escaped her as she read the text from Nobara that had popped up on her screen.
Nobara Kugisaki┊11:07 PM
“So sorry for making you wait, we got caught up in a situation with you know who. We'll try to be there asap, promise! Don’t get shitfaced without us X”
Rolling her eyes at the message, she shot back a curt reply before huffing and pocketing her phone.
Maki Zen’in┊11:08 PM
“Ugh. Whatever. Just hurry up already, the next two rounds are on you and Toge by the way.”
Propping her head on her hand, she sported an unimpressed look on her face.
What a drag…
Having just taken a seat at the bar, she nursed a glass of whiskey while observing the lively crowd. The space was filled with drunk laughter, chatter, and loud music blasting from every direction. Feeling bored, Maki tried to entertain herself by intently watching the noisy group of drunk people arguing in front of the bar.
One of the girls was dramatically screaming at the top of her lungs at her friend for getting back together with their toxic ex. Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation too much and possibly cause a scene if she got caught, she decided to scan around the room for any other possible distractions. Little did she know that her eventual source of distraction would soon after that enter the bar.
After two months of self-imposed isolation in your apartment following a painful breakup, your friends had taken matters into their own hands. You had slowly become a shell of a person, days consumed by work and miserable nights filled with restless sleep. When they decided that they had seen enough of your suffering, they orchestrated a rescue mission to pull you out of your melancholic cocoon, dragging you to the nearest bar. You didn’t even attempt to fight back, secretly relieved in having an excuse to drink away your sorrows and drown your pain in a sea of distractions.
After waiting in the cold for what seemed like forever you finally entered the bar, making all heads turn, including hers. Your presence demanded attention, and the way you moved through the crowd with a certain grace was captivating. As you walked, your sage green dress clung to your figure in all the right places, and every step you took made it all the more hypnotizing.
Throughout the night, Maki couldn't help but steal quick glances at you from across the room. She found herself entranced by your beauty and the soft aura that exuded from you—a stark contrast to her rugged demeanor. A certain charm that set you apart from everyone else in that room. She was even growing a little jealous of your friends who had your undivided attention, wishing it was her instead.
Maki took another sip of her whiskey, trying to shake off the envy that lingered within.
The moment that changed everything happened when you decided to make your way to the restroom. A few drinks had added a sway to your step, but it only made you all the more alluring. You moved through the sea of bodies, brushing past tables and other intoxicated people until you reached the narrow corridor leading to the bathrooms.
Unbeknownst to you, Maki had chosen that exact moment to get up from her barstool and make her way to the bathroom as well. The narrow corridor was quite dark and you drunkenly stumbled into her. The two of you collided, and fell down to the cold, marbled floor.
“Shit. I- I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have taken that last shot.” You apologized profusely as you got up, your voice a sweet, melodic sound that sent a thrill through her body. The slight alcohol buzz delayed her response, her gaze was still set on your beautiful face. “Are you alright?" you asked, concern now lacing your tone.
Maki quickly snapped out of her daze, realizing she was still on the floor. She nodded and accepted your outstretched hand, letting you help her to her feet. "I’m fine, thanks." She dusted off her clothes before looking up, meeting your eyes again.
Feeling embarrassed because of your clumsiness, you nervously giggled as you introduced yourself to her, and it was as if the bar's dim lights suddenly grew brighter—leaving her momentarily breathless. She took a step back from you, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her plump lips.
"Maki," she replied, her voice steady. She desperately tried to keep her composure, not wanting to let you know how much you'd already affected her tonight.
"Nice to meet you, Maki. Let me make it up to you by buying your next drink,” you insisted with a gentle smile.
“Don’t worry about it, my friends are running late and they owe me two rounds for not showing up on time anyways. Thank you, though.” She chuckled, politely declining the make-good offer.
Your gaze was fixated on hers, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue about the woman standing before you. She exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness that was unlike anyone you had ever met before. Maki’s fierce aura seemed to intimidate you, but it only piqued your interest further because of it.
While the two of you stood in that dark hall, you felt the tension in the air, a strong, magnetic pull that was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Teasingly, you remarked, "It seems we had a bit of a clash there; maybe it's fate." The playful glint in your eye did not go unnoticed.
Maki chuckled, her laughter a melodic echo. "Maybe…" she replied, her tone measured. "But I don't believe in fate. I like to think we make our own choices." You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. It was clear that she wasn’t easily swayed, but you were determined to try and leave a lasting impression.
“I like women who are in control," you said, a sly smile hinting at your determination.
She smirked in response, a challenge in her gaze. "I’m not like most women you meet."
The rest of the conversation flowed effortlessly, as if you had known each other for years. The crowded bar had started to slowly fade into the background, as if the world had stopped spinning completely. Leaving only the two of you in that dimly lit hallway. Maki revealed bits and pieces of her life, her interests and passions, and you gradually started to open up in return.
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As the night progressed with shared beers and conversations, Maki’s friends finally started to arrive, generously offering a few rounds of drinks. However, you’d quickly turned into a giggly, drunken mess. Struggling to maintain your balance, you inadvertently stumbled into Maki's lap not once but twice within the span of seven minutes.
When the bar closed down, Maki called you an Uber, and you exchanged phone numbers with her to make sure you both got home safely. It was abundantly clear that she was still acting reluctant towards you, but it only fueled your desire to get closer to her.
In the ensuing weeks, the two of you exchanged a good deal of texts and even went on a few casual dates to a coffee shop, a beautiful park and the movies. Nothing too fancy, not that it mattered; you were just happy to be in her presence, and vice versa.
Maki continued to keep you at arm's length, but she felt her walls slowly starting to crumble down. Your conversations were always filled with witty banter, shared interests, and an ever-deepening connection. Her heart was slowly but surely opening up to you, even if she was reluctant to admit it. She had never met a woman like you; someone who challenged her in every way and made her feel safe. And while she desperately tried to play it off, the attraction between you was undeniable.
Though a few days after your last date, you had noticed a sudden shift in Maki’s responses; her replies started to become shorter and more spaced out. The texts you did receive from her felt like navigating a maze of short, cryptic replies; an abrupt transition from warmth to an icy distance.
Concerned and perplexed, you attempted to reach out again, hoping to bridge the growing gap. Yet, every effort seemed to dissolve into the ether, met with silence or curt texts. The uncertainty gnawed at your mind, planting seeds of self-doubt and confusion. You initially just brushed it off as paranoia, thinking it was all just in your head, but your gut signaled something was up.
When you woke up one morning, twelve hours had passed since your last message was left on read, the increasing anxiety made your stomach churn. Unable to brush off your hurt feelings for the umpteenth time, your eyes filled with tears, slowly trickling down your face and staining your gray t-shirt. Brushing away the tears that adorned your cheeks, you looked at your phone again, desperately checking for any missed messages. Nothing. Tossing and turning in your spacious bed with weary, swollen eyes you slowly drifted back to sleep.
7:45 AM.
The loud alarm reverberated through your apartment. You had to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for work, but all you could think about was her soft lips, those bewitching honey-colored eyes and her picture perfect smile. Rushing through traffic, you’d finally arrived at the crowded office. You quickly sat down at the spacious front desk, downing a shot of espresso. For once, you wished your boss would sense your sulky mood and leave you alone, hoping it would make time pass by quicker. You just wanted to go home, order take-out and cry your eyes out while watching a mindless romcom movie.
Maki stared at the opened message on her phone for what seemed like forever, fingers hovering over the phone keyboard, grappling with the right words trying to explain her sudden distance. Despite her attempt to confront her feelings, she tried burying them in the depths of her soul again.
She knew she was hurting you by pushing you away; convinced that you deserved someone unburdened by their past. You deserved to be with someone who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, who wouldn’t run for the hills every time they met someone who’s gentle, compassionate and willing to kiss away their scars.
Maki never expected things to go this far this quickly but here she was, finding herself growing attached to someone again, breaking her own promise. You would just end up leaving sooner or later, just like every other person in her life before you did. That’s why she wanted to be ahead of the curve, protecting herself. But the guilt gnawed at her, slowly eating her up with each passing second. She persisted by pushing you, and the heavy emotions, to the back of her mind.
More time started to pass and your days had finally blended back into a mundane routine, though the remnants of the heartache were still lingering. That was until the universe had orchestrated an unexpected turn of events.
You were strolling down the street in Shibuya, shopping for early Christmas presents, when your gaze suddenly fell on a tattoo shop. An idea sparked your brain, a few months ago you had a conversation with one of your friends about wanting to get your septum pierced, you decided now was the perfect time. A pinch of physical pain seemed like an unconventional yet fitting way to divert your mind from the emotional turmoil of the past few weeks.
Hesitant yet determined, you pushed open the door, the chime signaling your entry.
The interior was adorned with the subtle hum of needles and the faint scent of antiseptic. As you approached the front desk, a familiar figure emerged from behind the counter—Maki, the person responsible for your initial fondness and subsequent heartache.
A moment of silence hung in the air as your eyes met. The surprise reflected in her gaze mirrored your own astonishment. She quickly looked away without saying a word, nervously grabbing her stuff before walking to the back of the store.
Ouch.
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kirbyskisses · 1 year
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happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)
anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.
cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.
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“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”
god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.
her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.
her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.
“t-too big ‘ki!”
“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.
“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.
“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”
lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.
fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.
you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.
maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.
but god does she love this little game of pretend.
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“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.
“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”
you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -
“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.
“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”
“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.
“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.
and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.
by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.
you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.
“maki~”
“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.
her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.
“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”
“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.
maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears. 
finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.
“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”
she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.
“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.
“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.
“i g’tta move, mommy!”
cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.
this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.
even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.
“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”
legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.
and you feel like you’re floating.
she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.
the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!
“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”
your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.
“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.
and it happens again and again and again.
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you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.
all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.
“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”
you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.
“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.
“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).
“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.
“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”
“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.
“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”
“can’t feel m’legs.”
“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.
“did i help you feel better?”
she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.
“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”
that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.
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megumiwifeyy · 7 months
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How JJK characters react when you sent them a picture of “go suck a dick”
Featuring : Gojo,Yuuta,Inumaki and Maki
Warnings : just mention of dicks and one mention on pussy on Maki part
Dumpling note: does this count as a smut? 😀
feel free to reblog!
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Hope you guys enjoyed that 😝😝 SORRY IS SO SHORT☠️
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linkspooky · 11 months
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Thank you for @oakyvii for the cover of my Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic, a pre-culling game YutaMaki fic giving them more bonding time before separating for the culling games and explores the relationship of both characters.
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orangecoffee1010 · 4 months
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WHYD YOU DO THAT ! ?
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vintaeya · 2 years
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“You drive me crazy” ♡
-jujutsu kaisen x gn! reader
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|| Attractive driving habits that the Jujutsu sorcerers subconsciously do while driving that makes you weak in the knees
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pairing : itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, gojo satoru, maki zenin, yuuta okkotsu x gn! reader
genre : fluff; slight crack
tw : none
words : 1.6k
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Itadori Yuuji || Reaches over to help you with your seatbelt
Yuuji is wonderful at multitasking. Sometimes you wonder if he has 6 arms like how Sukuna does. One of the many little habits he has while driving is him helping you with your seatbelt when your hands are full. Yuuji reaches over whilst you two were on a red light, his body over yours as he tugs on the strap of leather and buckles it in. For a split second, his warm breath fans over your neck and shoulder, causing a blush to dust your cheeks.
You couldn’t remember the last time you put on a seatbelt for yourself. Yuuji had always done it for you, even before you dated. And Yuuji would do this at any state he is in..any state. So when you both return from a mission that led to his shirt being ripped by Sukuna, you thanked the universe you were alive to experience such a wonderful moment.
Yuuji didn’t realize he had such an effect on you until you shared a car with Nobara and she blatantly pointed out how you really liked it when he did that. Yuuji went all (°▽°) “Whaa”. Thanks to that, nowadays, from time to time, being the tease he was, he presses a gentle kiss to your neck before retracting his body back into his seat or whispers something to make you blush into your ear. To this day you ‘accidentally’ forget the importance of your seatbelt just so that your lovely boyfriend can take care of it for you.
“Are you always this clumsy? Or just needy for my attention hm?”
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Megumi Fushiguro || Turns a corner and reverses with one hand
You’d be surprised at how much Megumi actually drives. He prefers a car rather than a subway or bus because it’s private and not full of random strangers’ trash. The day he received his license, he vowed to master the act of driving so that nobody can make him go on those public death traps again. An effect from his many driving lessons was his newfound comfort in handling a steering wheel. There came..the one hand driving skill.
You swore your eyes became the shape of hearts when he put one arm down as he was driving to parallel park. One of the hardest things to do with a car..and he did it with one hand?? That hand was about to have a ring on it if he didn’t stop.
Megumi noticed how you stare at him as he turned or reversed and asked about it. You denied any of his questions but proposed to him to pull his sleeves up while driving…for…reasons. Megumi was amused at the request, realizing what his little skill does to you. Oh yeah you bet this man gets cocky. Exposing his forearms and everything, he turns that steering wheel like it’s nothing with a proud grin, and in the process, steals your heart for the 198282829th time.
“So this is what you like? Interesting. Allow me to satisfy you then”
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Kugisaki Nobara || Wears makeup while driving
Nobara usually has someone driving her because she claims to be too busy to drive. During a car ride she’d most likely be occupied with her phone or wearing makeup. I know what you’re thinking. Makeup in a car?? That’s begging for an incident to happen. Do not underestimate Nobara and her incredibly steady hand. She could perfect a winged eyeliner during an earthquake and that wasn’t a joke.
On rare days you’d join her in the car, she’d have one hand on the steering wheel and another dusting blush on her cheeks. The first time she did this, you swore that you planned your entire will inside your mind as she sped past the road. Nobara wasn’t an amazing driver, she barely knew what most road signs meant, but her hand eye coordination was top notch. Seeing her effortlessly drive while checking her ruby red lipstick in the rearview mirror made your heart perform gymnastics inside your body.
She caught you looking at her as she checked her lips and asked if something was wrong. “Ah- nothing” You smiled but Nobara knew better. Without a second word, she pressed a kiss onto your cheek with her fresh layer of lipstick, now a kiss mark on your cheek. You gasped and stared at her in shock, to which Nobara’s focus was back onto her reflection.
“I can’t have anyone else giving you that kiss mark, now can’t I?”
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Gojo Satoru || Hand on your thigh as he drives
This must be expected. How else did he pick up one night stands and take them home? As Gojo says, “A simple act of seduction in plain moments is enough to get your endorphins running wild”. Oh yeah he was incredibly correct. As soon as you both were in your seats, Gojo would push away anything that covered your thigh so his hand could replace it instead.
He’d occasionally rub your thighs, sometimes innocently to pass the time during a slow drive or sometimes just to edge you on. You’d huff at his teasing, to which he’d just tease you more! His slender fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sometimes even conveying a little message of promises that either make your heart flutter or signs of danger that may approach you. Either way, you’re grateful he does this.
Gojo did this since the first time you both shared a car, even before you dated. Of course, he does it more comfortably now that you both accepted one another. Along with his vow to be the best Jujutsu sorcerer and protect people, he also promised to never stop teasing. That was literally his proposal to you. You could convey his feelings through how he held you, tightly when tense, gently when calm, jittery when excited. It was adorable and made you feel warm.
“You’re so cute..leaning into my touch like that. How about I give you a better show when we get back home, sound good, love?”
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Maki Zenin || Arm around your headrest as she reverses the car
Maki Maki Maki. Oh she is so perfect in everything she does and more (this is officially a Maki Zenin stan account bc yes I love her very much and she must be appreciated). Maki, again, does not drive often. She believes it’s a hassle and would rather walk because it doubles as an exercise. On days where she was in a hurry, you’d hear the car keys jingling and it was like she summoned you. You’d drop everything to witness your lovely lover drive.
As much as you loved your drives, a part of you couldn’t wait until it was time to park the car, especially if she has to reverse it. Maki’s a cautious person and she’d do anything to ensure safety on the road, more so when the passenger is you. She’d place her arm behind your headrest as she twisted her body to see if the car was going to hit the wall behind the car. She wasn’t physically touching you, but her face would be beside yours, her cheek was basically begging to be kissed by you !!
You’d also surprise kiss her which almost made her hand on the wheel jump. Yes you’d receive a nice hit on the head but that blush on her face that was visible even in a dark parking lot, made everything worth it. Maki still does not know why you find this safety action so attractive, but best believe that before she returns to her seat, she’d kiss the shell of your ear or whisper something that is more often than not going to make your entire body heat up.
“If you want me to be close, just ask. It’s not like I enjoy being separated from you either”
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Yuuta Okkotsu || Sneaks acts of affection during a red light
Yuuta is a very cautious man so do not expect his hands to be off that steering wheel unless it’s to do something important like turning on the blinkers and adjusting his rear view mirror. You could never forget the mortified look on his face when you suggested that he should drive one handed. “No! That’s dangerous..and it’s difficult” He blushed at his lack of skills in driving. You appreciated his caution for you but you wished there was some romance.
Of course, he’d get this sense of unease to leave you unattended without much interaction throughout the drive. To make up for it, at any slow traffic or red light, he’d sneak in some playful kisses, hold your hand or simply talk about anything and everything with you. The way he cares and thinks of your wellbeing is so attractive of him to do. Nothing can compare to Yuuta’s care for you. The small little conversations you shared made the entire ride all the more enticing.
Something he often does is take your hand and bring it up to his lips to kiss it, which symbolizes an apology because he was neglecting you, no matter how many times you assured him that it wasn’t a problem, it became a habit. Even though you don’t converse often, he’d play the radio for you to listen to some music or simply entertain your long rambles. Yuuta loves these moments with you and no longer believes that his inability to multitask on the road was a bad quality.
“I’ll give you all of my attention, no matter the situation. I love y- oh crap a car!! Sorry, love..”
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note : they drive me crazy in more ways than one 🥴 i also just watched the jjk0 movie and broooooo yuuta <333 maki <333
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ʚ﹕warnings // anxiety symptoms, cuddling in the dark, can be read as platonic/romantic, mentions of past emotional and physical abuse (both maki and readers sides), brief insinuation of death, not beta read ʚ﹕comment // hello!! finally written a maki fic lmao i had this idea initially for patreon but it wasnt going to be long enough and then i like blacked out and wrote this in one sweep so sorry if its clunky but i like this a lot!! ♡
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It’s silent, yet your thoughts still race. Chaotic, loud, it never ends. Taking a breath does nothing to silence the voices in your head. Telling them to stop only encourages them, frustration acts as gasoline on an open fire. Everything’s so fast, there’s too many things going on at once. You can’t pinpoint anything, focus on one thing no matter how bad it is. 
It’s so loud. Screaming, yelling, shouting. 
“Go to sleep or I’ll knock you out myself.”
Silence.
You open your eyes in the darkness, though you can barely see the outline of Maki in her bed next to you. The full moon in the night sky casts a blue hue into the room, an illumination that was soft but comforting. 
“What?”
Her back was to you, hearing her growl low and curl up into herself some more. “I said go to sleep, you’re keeping me awake.” 
For a moment, you wonder if she could hear all that was going on in your head. A mind reader of sorts, a secret technique or ability she never told you about. Of course that can’t be the case considering she tells you everything — or at least you hoped she did. 
Pursing your lips, you sigh through your nose and try to relax despite the guilt that’s quickly forming in your chest. A heavy and dark spot that spreads, intending to consume you whole. 
“Sorry,” you breathe out quietly, “I can go back to my room and leave you alone.” 
“I didn’t tell you to leave, I told you to go to sleep.” 
The voices had slowly grown louder since they first were silenced. Hearing Maki silenced everyone, a realisation that you weren’t alone. Still, her words didn’t keep them quiet for long. A dull hum, background noise that wasn’t so invasive; slowly growing louder until it felt almost suffocating again. 
Maki turned in the bed, facing you now with her eyes open. You could barely see her in the moonlight, but it was still easy to see her tired frustration and disappointment. 
“What’s bothering you?” It was less of a question and more demanding, though it still caught you off guard. 
The shouting and collective in your head was still there; still rolling around in your head, showing you haunting memories, embarrassing moments from years ago, bad decisions that feed into the already existing guilt that holds your heart. You’re trying to be brave — don’t panic, Maki doesn’t take well to your weaknesses. 
“Nothing.” 
Immediately, Maki calls you out, “Liar. Talk to me.” You don’t respond, turning your head away from her and back to the ceiling. “Tell me what is upsetting you so we can both go to sleep, idiot.” 
There’s a half hearted push of your shoulder, playful but her tone still firm. That Maki charm you love. It helps just a little to ease your anxiety. 
“Do you think people miss us?” You ask quietly, though it was directed to the open darkness of the room. It’s quiet for a few beats and you wonder if Maki has decided to sleep anyway. 
“Miss you? Probably.” 
“What about you? Do you think people miss you?” 
Both you and Maki come from polar opposite backgrounds, yet they’re very similar at the same time. 
Onlookers would consider your family one of perfection, the typical happy family dynamic that most strive for. Parents who are still together and talk to one another, two children who are bright and intelligent. 
Maki’s family didn’t bother to hide how they felt about her or the problems within. Anyone who could glance at the dynamic on the Zen’in estate can see just how toxic and abusive they were, even to family members who are worthy of their compliments. 
The similarity is the war zone each family held inside those walls. Maki had the physical and mental scars as evidence for her distaste of her family, a clear and obvious reason to leave them behind. It’s seen in the uneven scar that sits on her right hip, the one she had to get a skin graft for. In the way she talks to people, the distrust and disrespect for most authority. Yours was a little more complicated, harder to prove to those who didn’t look closely enough. It was hidden by the mental scars; the emotional instability, the need to be liked, the self doubt that’s rooted deep in your mind. 
It’s why Maki believes your family misses you. 
She scoffs, disgusted at the idea and gives a resounding “No.” 
You hold onto that for a moment. It’s easy to believe, even if you never saw how she was treated with your own two eyes. Gojo is a gossip and Maki has her moments, but that was all you needed to believe her. 
Instead of arguing your own side and convincing her why your family might not miss you like she says, you continue to poke the bear. 
“I’d miss you if you ever left.” 
For some reason you hold your breath. It feels like a confession, something deeper than what can be seen on the surface. You hope she doesn’t read into it. 
“I doubt you will, there’s everyone else here for you.” 
You smile softly but it falls quickly. “Everyone else isn’t you, though.” 
“I’m sure one of the other second years will let you sleep in their bed at three in the morning,” Maki yawns and slings her arm over your waist. “All else fails, Panda will make for a good pillow.” 
This time you laugh, a low chuckle in your chest. Your hand rests over her arm, taking comfort in the innocent affection. It makes you realise that this really has become a habit these days; you’re not sure who you would turn to if Maki wasn’t around for one reason or another. Sometimes you have night terrors and seek the company of your fellow classmate and best friend, others like tonight, you can’t sleep and hope to still find some kind of relief. 
“Panda would make a good pillow, but he stinks.” 
Maki snorts, her face half buried into the pillow. “That might be the price you pay once I go.” 
In this context, you know exactly where she means when she says ‘go.’ It makes you sad, your heart aching at the idea. 
“I won’t let you leave,” you say quietly and hold back the crack in your voice, “I’m making sure you don’t go anywhere — not without me.” 
The arm slung over your waist squeezes you, pulling your body into Maki’s and she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. 
“Shut up, idiot.” 
You giggle this time, resting your head into hers and taking in her comfort. The voices were quiet again, trying to remain that way as you focused on Maki’s breathing. These were the moments you live for, the quiet comfort of your friend in the early hours of the morning. 
After a while, she pulled away from you. Only a little, resting her head fully on the pillow but her arm still remains wrapped across your waist. She calls your name, softer than you’ve heard it in a long time. You hum and turn to face her again. 
There was a soft kiss shared between you. The most gentle and innocent thing that could come from either of you. It didn’t last very long, but it was enough to have your heart racing and melting at the same time. You wished it could have lasted forever. 
“You’re not going anywhere, either.” 
Harsh, an order — yet it was one of the most reassuring and loving things she’s ever said to you. 
Finally, there was silence in your mind. 
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Y/n *gives a speech before the start of a mission* : The goal is to go home alive with all of your limbs intact. Your safety means more to me than the outcome of this mission. After all a dead you won't be killing any curses.
Inumaki, Yuji, megumi, panda, Maki, nobara being serious: Understood!
Y/n: Second, and most importantly .... The person with the least kills buying the most kills dinner! *Start running*
Everyone: Cheater!
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astrowaffles · 3 months
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Moonlight
General Audiences | JJK Actor AU
“Who did you kiss at midnight?”
“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”
“Oh, there was a party?”
“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”
“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”
“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”
“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”
“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”
“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”
“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”
OR: the cast answer the question: “Who did you kiss at midnight?”
“Who did you kiss at midnight?”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: mechamaru's real name is Kokichi Muta.
“I was under the table eating grapes,” Nobara confessed. “And to be honest, I don’t think it’s worked. I’m still as single as ever, a whole week in.”
“Do you think that’ll change?” the interviewer asked. Nobara laughed.
“Listen, if people don’t want all this-“ she gestured to herself – “then what can we do? They’ll just have to suffer their lonely, empty lives. I’m not suffering, I already have myself.”
“So it’s just a bit of fun?”
“Yeah, I don’t really take these superstitions seriously-“
“-And that’s why she was genuinely distraught that it didn’t work,” Megumi interrupted, handing Nobara a scrunchie.
“Distraught?! I wasn’t distraught!”
“Tie your hair up, you’ve got a fake wound to put on. And yes you were, you were clinging to poor Satoru for dear life. His Versace shirt got wet, and he had to throw it away.”
“Why did he throw away a perfectly good shirt just because it was wet?” Nobara asked, distracted.
“He’s just like that. Are you gonna tie your hair up? We have places to be.”
“But I was talking to the interview lady!”
“No, no, it’s alright,” the interviewer assured them. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Hmph.” Nobara dragged as much hair as she could into a ponytail at the base of her skull, and then grabbed Megumi’s arm. “Let’s go then. You’ve probably got fake blood to be dripped on you. You’ve always got fake blood to be dripped on you.”
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“What’s this obsession with kissing people? I think I was with Yu at midnight,” Nanami said, looking thoughtful.
“As in, Yu Haibara?” the interviewer clarified.
“Yeah. I guess it’s confusing, having both Yuji and Yu on set at the same time. And Yuta’s meant to be here soon… Anyway, I’m pretty sure we were watching the countdown – he was talking about otters, I think…?”
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“I kissed my beautiful girlfriend,” Shoko smiled. “It’s going to be a good year this year!”
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“It’s a secret,” Gojo winked.
“Does that mean you didn’t kiss anyone?” asked the interviewer cheekily.
Gojo laughed. “You can think whatever you want, honey. I just know I’m not ready to tell the world who I kissed.”
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“I kissed Miwa!” Kokichi grinned, arm slung around his girlfriend.
She giggled. “Here’s to another year!”
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“Why, are you volunteering?” Toge asked, eyebrow raised.
The interviewer gawped. “What?”
Toge cackled.
“He’s kidding,” Yuta sighed. “I think.”
“I’m kidding,” Toge agreed, wiping a tear from his eye. “I am completely single and not looking to change that, thank you so much.”
“So you didn’t kiss anyone at midnight?” the interviewer checked.
“Not a soul. Would’ve smudged my face paint,” Toge confirmed. “I don’t think many people kissed, but Nobara was definitely eating grapes under the table, so maybe that’ll be different next year.”
“Kokichi did,” Yuta mused.
“He literally has a whole girlfriend, of course he did.”
“Megumi did.”
“Megumi di- MEGUMI DID?!” Toge turned to look Yuta full in the face, horrified. “WHO DID HE KISS?”
“If he hasn’t told you, that means he didn’t want to know,” Yuta shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I probably shouldn’t have told you.”
“If I find out he’s been hiding this on purpose, the little shit-“
“Please mind your language on camera,” the interviewer chided gently.
“My bad. I’m just gonna- gonna go see Megumi for a minute.” Toge swivelled his head around the room, eyeing everyone beadily.
“He’s in the break room,” Yuta said helpfully, and then realised what he’d said. “Whoops.”
“Thanks, Yuta. I knew I could count on you.” With a pat to Yuta’s shoulder, Toge stalked off, looking furious.
Yuta turned back to the camera. “They grew up together,” he explained.
“Did you kiss anyone at midnight, Mr Okkotsu?” the interviewer enquired, clearly desperate to get the interview back on track.
“Who, me?” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh…”
“He actually turned down a kiss, can you believe it?!” another voice called, off camera. The camera turned to reveal Maki, still in costume, huge spear over her shoulder. “Oh, not from me,” she added, probably spotting a look on the interviewer’s face. “From one of the costume girls. She was really cute, too…”
“You’re not getting many juicy stories, are you?” Yuta asked sympathetically. “Hmm, who would have a good story…?”
“Where’s Toge? He’d know,” Maki pointed out.
“Just gone to hunt out Megumi.”
“About New Year’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Which idiot told him?!”
“That would be me…” Yuta’s ears turned red at the tips. “In my defence, I thought Megumi would’ve told him!”
“So the good story is Megumi’s, then?” the interviewer asked.
Yuta and Maki looked at each other. “Try someone else first,” Yuta hedged. “Oh look, there’s Toji!”
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“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”
“Oh, there was a party?”
“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”
“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”
“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”
“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”
“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”
“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”
“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”
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Yuji turned bright red. “I, uh – I probably need to discuss with them before I tell you anything.”
“Oh, I see. Was it one of your fellow cast members?”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Don’t worry, you haven’t given us any clues – loads of them are near your age!”
He laughed nervously. “That’s true enough. Someone else might have a better story. I don’t know who’s on set today? It’s definitely Yuta’s day, but his story is boring – did you know he turned down five offers and spent the countdown trying to catch olives in his mouth that Toge was throwing? I don’t know if-“
“You’re rambling,” said Nobara, from her spot on the floor behind. “And it was the other way around. Toge was catching the olives.”
“Oh, of course. Yuta doesn’t even like olives. Anyway-“
“I think Geto’s next door,” Nobara offered. “He definitely kissed someone at midnight.”
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“Oh, I did kiss someone, I’m just not saying who,” Geto laughed. “It was someone famous.”
“One of your cast mates?”
“Mhm. Really, though, there’s loads of them, so that’s not any more information than you started with.”
“Can you give us a clue?”
“Absolutely not. They’d sue me.”
“You’re quite open about your sexuality; was it a man?”
“Absolutely it was a man! But again, there’s only one or two women in this cast, so that doesn’t really help much.”
“You should probably bear in mind we’re asking everyone on set today who they kissed at midnight.���
“And if he’s not on set today?”
“Well, there is that…”
“I wouldn’t really mind if you did find out, I’m not quite on that level of fame yet. It wouldn’t affect me much, since I’m not an idol anymore. It might kill him, though – not his career! He just might die of embarrassment.”
“In that case, we’ll leave you! I’m sure the fans will find out sooner or later.”
“They do have some scary powers,” Geto agreed. “Why don’t you find Megumi? He kissed someone, I think.”
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Eventually, the cameras found Megumi and Yuji whispering in a corner together. When the interviewer waved at them, Yuji’s eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. He started whispering furiously to Megumi; the interviewer respectfully kept the microphone away until they’d finished.
“Mr Itadori has already answered this question,” she began.
“Oh, I heard,” Megumi nodded. Yuji winced.
“Oh, um – is this a bad time, then?” the interviewer hesistated.
“No, no, it’s okay,” Megumi shrugged. “I think we’ve come to our conclusion.”
“Wonderful!” the interviewer smiled, clearly extremely confused. “In that case, who did you kiss at midnight, Mr Fushiguro? Did you kiss anyone at all?”
“I did kiss someone. I kissed Yuji.”
Silence.
“Okay, I know I said you could say it, but that sounded really awkward-“
“Shut up, Yuji, I think she’s gone into shock.” Megumi put his hands on the interviewer’s shoulders, trying to get a sense of her breathing rate without getting too close.
“Oh my god. Try to reassure her while I find a first aid person,” Yuji said, before thinking better of it. “Wait, no. I’ll reassure her, you find a first aid person.”
Megumi rolled his eyes, but speed-walked off to find someone to help. Meanwhile, Yuji calmly reassured the interviewer that everything was fine, nothing had gone wrong, everything would be okay.
Neither of them were entirely sure why exactly she was so shocked.
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“-So basically, she expected me to say Mai or something,” Megumi shrugged. “I think. I don’t think anyone’s really sure, but it was the surprise that got her. She’s not homophobic or anything.”
Next to him, the interviewer smiled. “Absolutely not! I think it’s lovely that you two have gotten so close over your time on set. I hope we see more moments in season two!”
Yuji thought about this. “I mean, I guess there is? Mainly, season two is-“
“THAT’S WHERE YOU ARE!” someone yelled. There was a loud crash, and the door burst open; Toge, hair released from its gel-inflicted helmet, face paint smudged into a blue beard, careened into the room and skidded to a stop just behind Megumi. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU’D KISSED-“
“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Megumi pointed out. “Can you leave?”
“I’M SO BETRAYED RIGHT NOW,” Toge continued, steamrolling right over Megumi. “AND YOU KISSED YUJI? TALL-WOMAN-WITH-A-BIG-ASS YUJI??”
“Megumi’s tall! Ish,” Yuji defended, making Toge jump.
“My bad, bro,” he said. “I didn’t realise you were here.”
“Clearly,” Megumi huffed.
“Does Satoru know about this?”
“…No….”
“You told the internet before you told Satoru??”
“We were gonna tell him before this came out!”
“Oh my god, he is gonna kill you,” Toge said gleefully.
“Who’s gonna kill who?” someone else asked. A mop of white hair peeked round the door. “Are we still doing interviews right now?”
“Uh oh,” said Yuji.
“Uh oh,” Toge agreed, grinning madly.
Megumi stared at the sunglasses slowly making their way around the doorframe. “I’m gonna have to tell him now, aren’t I.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what?” asked Gojo, stepping fully into the room. “It can’t be that bad. Like, what ridiculous thing could you possibly tell me?”
“Maybe that he kissed Yuji?!” Toge interrupted before Megumi could even open his mouth.
“Thanks, man,” Megumi said sarcastically.
“Is that true?” Gojo asked, still calm.
“…Yes.”
There was a long pause.
Gojo opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared closely at Megumi, who stared back. Then he stared closely at Yuji, who looked more and more terrified by the minute.
Eventually, Gojo decided to break the tense silence.
“If you get pregnant, I’m not financing it.”
“WHAT?!”
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cherry-wanderlust · 3 months
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EYES DON’T LIE — choso kamo [chapter two]
﹟ description: IN WHICH a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR IN WHICH you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.
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warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive content implied
note: choso kamo x fem reader. available on wattpad
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Several days had passed since Yuji's mention of the impending party, and the confirmation of your invitation was secured through his direct persistence to Gojo. Now, on the eve of the event, you and Nobara found yourselves amidst the commotion of your apartment, surrounded by piles of scattered clothes, as you attempted to select the perfect outfits.
"Why do you have these?" Nobara questioned wearily, lifting a piece of clothing to your face.
You snatched the item, pushing it back into the closet with a nonchalant shrug. "It was an impulsive buy..."
Amidst the wardrobe chaos, laughter filled the air as Nobara shook her head. "Impulsive buys are dangerous, especially when we're scrambling to find the perfect outfit. Can't believe we're stressing over this."
Joining in the laughter, you acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. "True, true. But you know how Gojo is about parties – he expects everyone to be on their A-game, even with their fashion choices."
The girl sighed, "I guess we'll have to keep looking to meet those 'expectations'."
With a determined glint in your eyes, the search for the ideal attire continued. Laughter and exclamations resonated through the apartment as various clothing options were pulled out, and the pros and cons of each were debated.
"Oh! What about that lucky dress you wore weeks ago at the club?" Nobara exclaimed.
You scrunched up your face, "The red one?"
"Mhm, the one you got lucky with that handsome guy," She smirked, tilting her head, "What was even his name? I was too gone to even know how he looked like really and Maki kept taking care of me."
You sighed, dropping the rejected pile back into your dresser, "Well, I was a bit buzzed, and the club was too loud to hear him, but I think it started with a K? Uh, maybe Kai? Who knows."
"You don't even remember the name of the guy you slept with?!" Nobara's jaw dropped at the revelation.
"It was a while ago and a long night, I was buzzed!" You defended, grumbling at the realization that you forgot to ask for the man's information before he left.
"Mhm, a long steamy night indeed," Nobara voiced with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
You grabbed a pillow off your bed, hurling it across the room to hit your friend's head with a heated face, confirming her suggestive comment.
"Shut up!"
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Almost two weeks prior, a decision was made among the girls to embrace a carefree weekend at the club and to have you get to know someone. Shots were taken to induce a bit of a buzz between you and Maki, yet the youngest in the group went wild with the free drinks that kept arriving from random strangers.
No complaints from your group, just keep them coming.
"Aren't we such lucky ladies, huh?" Nobara shouted in the loud club, tipping her head back to finish the strong liquor. Maki chuckled, sweat glistening from the extensive dancing they had indulged in. "You sure you mean all of us? 'Cause all the free drinks are gone because of you."
Shaking your head with a smile playing on your lips, you reveled in the moment with your friends. Despite the looming stress of school, Nobara had pulled you and Maki out of your apartments for a night of fun at the club. Though you knew you should've stayed home to study, the prospect of a carefree night outweighed your academic concerns.
While Yuji insisted on joining the three of you, Nobara strictly insisted it was a girl's night, and Megumi would rather chain himself to his room than go to a club.
Nonetheless, Yuji's constant messages flooded your phone asking about how the night was going and what you were doing, a testament to his eagerness in wanting to be part of the night.
Nobara abruptly sat down in the booth, her cheeks flushed as she scanned the bar for interesting company. You and Maki engaged in a conversation about her boyfriend, Yuta, and the plans they were making for his homecoming from his abroad trip. Suddenly, your arm was subjected to multiple hits from the side.
"Ow! What was that for!?" You shouted, twisting your head to glare at your drunk friend who persistently smacked you. The ginger-haired girl giggled, pointing across the bar to indicate why she required your attention. "Look over there, those guys are pretty cute, and one of them keeps checking you out!"
"What?"
Following her gaze, you took a moment to survey the scene, catching sight of the group she mentioned. Squinting in the dimly lit bar, you struggled to discern their features, but the eyes of one man met yours with evident interest.
"Huh, they are pretty good-looking..." You mumbled, maintaining eye contact with him as he glanced back and forth between his friend in front of him, and then back to you.
Maki tried to join in seeing what all the commotion was about, but the dim lighting made it hard to see any detailed observations. Shrugging her shoulders, she commented, "She's not wrong, that guy is checking you out. A bit much, may I add."
Nobara bumped her shoulders against yours, hiccuping as she slurred her words, "Go talk to h-him! Maybe this is your chance to get laid or ... even a boyfriend!" Your face suddenly felt hot under the scrutiny of your friends discussing your love life.
"What? No, no, I can't—"
"You can, who's stopping you, huh? Listen, go over, make a flirty move, and see what happens. What can go wrong?" Her challenging tone resonated.
"I don't know, possibly rejection? Plus, he's a stranger," You hesitated, unsure about making a bold move like that. Maki placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing away the tension. "If you don't want to, it's okay, but just know that we'll be here until you give us a safe sign."
Contemplating the decision, you pondered if tonight was the night to break out of your shell. Wanting to become more confident, you seized the opportunity fueled by liquid courage. With a shot in hand, thrown back with determination, you slammed it onto the table and made your way to the man who had captivated your attention.
Maki whistled lowly, "Go get 'em,"
Nobara cheered drunkenly, smiling from ear to ear, "Make it worth his wild!"
Playfully glaring at your friends, you returned your focus to the handsome man with... a tattoo across his nose? You were surprised to see someone with such distinctive facial ink. However, you were never one to judge, especially with how his eyes followed your every move with a hint of amusement.
The girls observed as you engaged in conversation with the mysterious man, laughter resonating between the pair. With only a few minutes passing by, the distance dwindled, your chests practically touching, and the liquor provided the courage to place your hand on his biceps, whispering something into his ear.
From their point of view, it seemed he was intrigued by your suggestion, nodding with a small grin as you walked him out of the club, hand-in-hand.
Your friends smirked, keeping a discreet eye on you from their seats, acknowledging the thumbs-up you threw as a safe sign before walking out the door with your mysterious friend for the night.
"Well, I think we should leave and make sure she gets home safe," Maki sighed, gathering her things to depart, glancing at her wasted friend, "Nobara?”
The girl placed a hand on her stomach with a weary smile, her head spinning too fast for her liking before mumbling, "Uh, I may need a few more minutes.."
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The memory brought a playful grin to Nobara's face as she reminisced about that lively night. "Remember how we danced like there was no tomorrow? I've never seen Maki let loose like that before. It was a wild night for sure."
You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and you were the life of the party with all those free drinks. I swear, people thought it was your birthday or something."
Nobara grinned mischievously, "Well, it might as well have been. Free drinks, my best friend hooks up with a handsome mystery guy, and Maki dancing —what more could a girl ask for?"
Leaning forward, raising an eyebrow, she continued, "So, you never did tell us what went down... did you make it worth his wild as I said?" Rolling your eyes at her suggestive tone, you remained silent, though your heated face spoke volumes, eliciting laughter from your friend.
Make it worth his wild, more like the opposite, you thought, as that specific night occasionally invaded your thoughts, providing a welcomed distraction from lectures and work, leaving you to fan yourself from the memories every time.
You cleared your throat, shielding your face from your friend's prying questions. "Next subject, please!"
Suddenly, Nobara's eyes sparkled with a mischievous idea. "You know what? Why not wear that lucky red dress to Gojo's party, it might bring some extra excitement, don't you think? Just change the shoes and accessories,"
Considering the suggestion, the thought of the red dress evoking memories of that night, you pondered, "Hm, you might be onto something. It did bring some good luck last time."
She shot a cheeky smile and winked, "Exactly! And who knows, maybe you'll run into Kai again."
With a shared laugh, you agreed to give the red dress another go. As you prepared for bed, the anticipation of the upcoming party combined with the memories of the club night, created a sense of excitement for the party that awaited you.
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⇽ chapter one | chapter three ⇾
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© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
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bunnybonbonb · 4 months
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Can’t love you anymore
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“OH HEY, NEVER MIND NO, WHAT IS IT?
I DON'T THINK WERE IN LOVE ANYMORE OH”
-summary: y/n falls in love with a mysterious boy that often comes into the coffee shop but can’t figure out if her feelings are reciprocated.
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Y/n’s friends Megumi friend’s
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chapter one
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kiyasepicverse · 2 months
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I mean, I guess I'll share the fic I just wrote because I needed to write some Suguru and Nobara interactions. 😆
I'm telling you, they would be get along so well and at the same time be the worst to each other.
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nibeul · 2 years
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you are me and I am you
[id: It’s a drawing of the Zenin twins post-Shibuya depicting a scene where Maki's hands are around Mai's neck. Maki's head is bowed and a tear is rolling down her nose while Mai is smiling softly, her own hands raised to caress Maki’s forearms as if it encourage her. While one of Maki's hand grips tightly at the collar of her sister's uniform, the other is hesitant and gentle, not quite touching. /end id]
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