#maki zenin x y/n

[ohkkotsuu]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. maki zenin

ৎ୭ PAIRING: maki zenin x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: having maki as a girlfriend is to be treated like a spoiled princess! nothing but the best for her favorite girl.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. no-curses au, maki is kind of despised by the zenin clan but she still has A LOT of money, this is like a sugar mommy fantasy im not gonna lie but with TONS of affection and no sex. reader is the daughter of a lesser family. everyone is around 21-26. reader is not exactly a bimbo, but i wrote that thinking about a bimbo-way of acting. this is kinda of nonsensey?

ৎ୭ A/N: english is not my first language and I wanted to write about Maki buying stuff to her gf. this is my first time posting anything I write, im sorry!! i hope you like it.

MAKI is used to disobeying zenin clan's orders. she owes them nothing, and never will. despite her insistence on breaking the rules, they refuse to let her out of the gilded cage that is this family. so she makes things difficult for them.

she thought things couldn't really get good. that even with her eternal struggle, she would still be forever subjected to a putrid rockbottom with no escape. no light, no guiding star. there's when you show up.

the first time she sees you is at a diamond viewing party. of course, a jewel auction for the three clans to squander their wealth, but also for the heirs — the real diamonds — to come forward and form bonds. if not for the arranged marriage, then for the fun and drinking. the illusion of choice gleaming in the eyes of those naive ones makes maki's stomach turn.

most heirs are annoying. she has no idea where mai is (and frankly, she couldn't care less), the youngest boy of the kamo clan is being annoying. everyone is completely stressing her out, not realizing it's all lambs heading to the slaughter. in their lives there is no real life or joy. they will enjoy their families' dirty money, but they won't be happy. everyone is pretending everything is fine, and it's getting on maki's nerves.

so, she grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and leaves the party, her feet leading her to the most secluded place in the house: the garden. only issue is, you had the same idea. sitting on an elegant bench and surrounded by flowers, there's you. it looks like a damn movie scene, she thinks when her heart skips a bit. you don't seem willing to put on a mask to please your family either, if you're sitting on a cold night alone in an elegant garden.

she can see you're trying not to shiver, but the sleeveless dress they've chosen doesn't help against the biting cold. at least the zenin gave her a white (fake) fur coat courtesy. then she walks over, takes the fur off her shoulders and puts it on yours. you look up at her, frowning. you look cute when you frown, she thinks.

“you're going to freeze to death here. keep the coat, I don't need it.” she says simply, sitting beside you without asking. but she didn't need to ask. you were happy.

maki took a sip of champagne, and you took a moment to study her. the black dress hugged her curves and showed off her muscles well. she had an aura of confidence, her hair shorter than most women's. it looked like she'd been through hell and come out stronger. though, you thought, not even Dante could have written such a beautiful, angelic figure.

“so, i'm Maki.” she introduces herself with a smile. you smile back at her. “and you are?”

and that's how it started — the gateway to her paradise.

maki hangs up the phone without a second thought. she doesn't care which idiot wants to marry her. she has everything she needs right here, now, in front of her. she wants to focus on that. you're in an expensive mall coffee shop, finishing your orders when she gets the call. another marriage proposal, another refusal.

“Maki?” your soft voice pull her out of her thoughts. it's like being called by an angel. because that's what you are. her angel. “are you alright?”

“yes, darling, don't worry.” she gives you a reassuring smile and moves her hand to rest over yours on the table. it makes you smile and one day, she swears she's going to combust over your smile. it is the most important smile of her life, the smile she will protect without hesitation. “is the coffee good, angel?”

the petname makes you flustered. you nod, sipping on the coffee. it's the kind of stupidly expensive store, even for a coffee shop. the seats are comfortable and the food is simply delicious. your girlfriend loves to spoil you, after all.

“yes! it's so nice.”

“perfect, dear. do you wanna go to that clothing store after you're done with your food?”

maki can go a little overboard sometimes, but spending money on your favorite things is her way of her showing love. gift giving. moreover, it's an excuse for her to see you trying on nice clothes, feeling good, turning around to show her the extent of the fabric. to her eyes and her eyes only.

the store is so fancy, and has every kind of dress, and it's perfect. she totally let go of her schedule, because no matter how many boring meetings the zenin want her to lead — sitting on a comfortable fancy sofa and watching you twirl in cute dresses is a much better way of spending her time.

“Maki, look! this one is so pretty!” the dress you show her, your favorite color, is amazing on you.

maki is sprawled out in the elegant sofa with light-tone pillows. the whole appearance of the store makes her much more evident, the dark green hair and the black and white laid-back suit make her look powerful. but that's the fun in your dynamic: she's the resting bitch face girlfriend, and you're the one in a cute dress, spending her money like it was your own. because is. all of her is yours.

“yeah. it is.” she smiles softly, raising one of her arms and moving her index finger to call you. “babe, come here. you like this one, right?”

you nod, coming closer. god, you're so pretty, she can't help but think.

her heart is yours, completely in love with all the ways you act. her soul is intertwined with yours, fate decided to bring you together permanently, that's the feeling she has. she is absolutely and completely lost when it comes to you — no one can take her love like you do. and nobody can love her like you do.

maki holds the hem of the dress, feeling the fabric between her hands. she meticulously evaluates, but her biggest focus is on your smile, your happiness — and of course, the dress actually looks great on you. it's a perfect win-win: you look comfortable and pretty.

“so let's take this one too and a couple others. pick whatever you want.” she moves her head to look for an employee. next to your girlfriend, on the same sofa, there is already a pile of dresses of your size. “excuse me, my girlfriend wants to see more dresses like this.”

she says the title with possession, smirking. she grabs one of your hands and bring it close to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“anything else you like, angel? buy anything you want. we'll be using my card.”

anything for her favorite girl.

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[zapreportsblog]

↱ battle training ↰

➘ summary : Maki Zenin finds a sparing partner she really enjoys

➘ a/n : just a fic about two strong woman sparing because woman support woman here

➘ Maki Zenin x reader, jjk x reader

The training grounds were bustling with activity as Maki Zenin, the second-year student, led the first-year students through various combat exercises. Her skills were well-known and respected, but the monotony of the practice left her yearning for a real challenge. Maki's eyes scanned the group, her gaze settling on Gojo Satoru, the irreverent sorcerer who often kept things interesting.

With a mischievous grin, Gojo stepped forward, his voice dripping with playful intent. "You're looking for a challenge, Maki? I've got just the person for you."

Maki raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Gojo's cryptic statement. She watched as he teleported away, his presence disappearing from the training grounds. Seconds later, he reappeared with a girl by his side. The girl appeared unassuming, not particularly imposing or strong.

Gojo's grin widened as he introduced her. "Maki, meet (Y/N). She's your opponent."

Maki's expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief. "Sensei, I asked for a challenge, not a helpless girl."

(Y/N), the girl Gojo had brought with him, simply grinned in response, an air of confidence surrounding her despite her unassuming appearance. "Don't let appearances fool you, Maki. I promise I won't be an easy opponent."

Maki's skepticism remained, her arms crossed as she regarded (Y/N) with a mixture of uncertainty and amusement. "You want me to fight her? This seems like a waste of time."

Gojo's eyes twinkled with amusement as he stepped back, gesturing for Maki and (Y/N) to face each other. "Trust me, Maki, she's not as helpless as you think. Give it a shot."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her gaze steady and her posture poised. "Come on, Maki. Hit me with your best shot."

Maki couldn't deny the challenge in (Y/N)'s eyes, and a small spark of interest ignited within her. With a sigh, she uncrossed her arms and assumed a combat stance. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

As the two sorcerers faced off, the training grounds fell into a hushed anticipation. Maki moved with practiced precision, her attacks calculated and swift. But to her surprise, (Y/N) matched her every move, evading her strikes with agility and countering with unexpected speed.

Maki's skepticism quickly turned to astonishment as (Y/N) held her own against her relentless assault. It was clear that (Y/N) had skills that surpassed her unassuming exterior. As their duel continued, Maki found herself pushed to her limits, her respect for her opponent growing with each exchange.

The training grounds were filled with the clash of their techniques, the energy in the air crackling with intensity. (Y/N)'s grin never wavered, her eyes alight with the thrill of the challenge. Maki, for the first time in a while, felt the exhilaration of facing an opponent who matched her skill and determination.

A battlefield. That’s what the training grounds were transformed into a whole ass battlefield - as Maki and (Y/N) faced off, their energies clashing in a fierce display of power and skill. The air crackled with tension, the anticipation of the duel hanging thick in the air. What had initially seemed like an uneven match quickly evolved into a dynamic showdown that left everyone in awe.

Maki's movements were a study in precision, her strikes deliberate and calculated. She moved with a fluidity born from years of training, her attacks a mix of offensive and defensive maneuvers. Her weapon, a pair of enchanted gauntlets, gleamed in the sunlight as she unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. Her strength was undeniable, and her reputation as a formidable fighter was well-earned.

Yet, (Y/N) was no stranger to combat. Despite her unassuming appearance, her movements were a blend of grace and power, each step executed with a sense of purpose. She weaved through Maki's onslaught with an agility that was almost ethereal, evading strikes with fluid ease. Her weapon, a staff imbued with ancient spells, became an extension of herself as she countered Maki's attacks with a series of swift and calculated moves.

The clash of their energies resonated throughout the training grounds, a symphony of raw power and determination. Dust and debris kicked up around them as they circled each other, their gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills. The onlookers, once passive observers, were now fully engaged, their breaths held as they watched the spectacle unfold.

Maki's gauntlets crackled with elemental energy as she launched a series of fire-infused strikes, each one a calculated attempt to break through (Y/N)'s defenses. But (Y/N) met each attack with a focused precision, her staff a whirlwind of movement as she deflected and parried Maki's blows.

As the battle raged on, (Y/N)'s determination became more evident with each passing moment. Her moves became more fluid, her strikes more decisive. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, and a burst of power radiated from her core, enhancing her abilities. With newfound strength, she pressed forward, her movements a dance of fire and ice, wind and earth.

Maki, though momentarily caught off guard by (Y/N)'s sudden surge, quickly regained her composure. She summoned an aura of elemental energy around her, her gauntlets glowing with intensity. The ground trembled beneath her feet as she channeled her power, her strikes becoming more forceful and relentless.

The duel reached its climax as Maki lunged forward with a powerful punch, her gauntlets glowing with fire. (Y/N) met her attack head-on, her staff colliding with Maki's gauntlets in a clash of elemental forces. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, the resulting explosion of energy creating a blinding light that illuminated the entire training grounds.

When the dust finally settled, Maki and (Y/N) stood facing each other, their chests heaving from the exertion. The training grounds were a scene of chaos, with debris scattered around them. The onlookers were left speechless, their expressions a mix of astonishment and respect for the spectacle they had just witnessed.

Maki's lips curled into a rare smile, a glint of admiration in her eyes as she regarded (Y/N). "(Y/N), you're more than meets the eye."

(Y/N) returned the smile, her own gaze filled with mutual respect. "And you're not one to be underestimated, Maki."

“Oh how I just love woman empowerment!” Their sensei cheered from the sidelines.

The battle had not only tested their physical prowess but had also forged a newfound bond between them. As they turned to face the onlookers, the training grounds filled with a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose. The duel between Maki and (Y/N) had become a symbol of determination and the limitless potential that resided within each sorcerer.

Maki and (Y/N) found themselves standing amidst the aftermath of their intense duel. The training grounds bore the marks of their elemental clash, debris strewn about as a testament to their power. The onlookers had gradually dispersed as the seconds passed, leaving the two sorcerers to catch their breath and exchange a knowing look.

Maki's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare sight for those who knew her well. "You've got skill, (Y/N). I wouldn't mind sparring with you again sometime."

(Y/N)'s grin mirrored Maki's, her chest still heaving from the exertion of their duel. "I'd be up for that, Maki. It's not often I get to test my abilities against someone of your caliber."

With a nod of agreement, Maki gestured toward a quieter area of the training grounds. "Why don't we walk and talk? I'd be interested to learn more about your fighting style."

(Y/N) fell into step beside Maki as they made their way to a less cluttered part of the grounds. The tension of battle had dissipated, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie. As they walked, Maki began the conversation, her tone genuinely curious.

"Your fighting style is unique. I've never encountered someone who blends different elements so seamlessly. How did you develop it?"

(Y/N) contemplated the question for a moment before answering. "It's a result of my training under various mentors. I've always been drawn to the versatility of elemental magic, so I made an effort to learn different techniques from different sources."

Maki nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful. "That explains the fluidity in your movements. You're not limited to one element, so you're able to adapt to various situations."

"Exactly," (Y/N) confirmed with a nod. "And your fighting style is impressive as well. Your precision and speed are unmatched. How did you become so skilled?"

Maki's gaze held a hint of determination as she spoke. "My family's bloodline is known for its exceptional curse technique. I've trained rigorously to master the Zenin clan's techniques. It's a blend of physical prowess and curse magic, designed to deliver swift and powerful strikes."

(Y/N) nodded, her interest piqued. "It sounds formidable. And your cursed energy control is remarkable. I've rarely seen someone who can harness their energy with such precision."

Maki's cheeks tinged with a hint of color at the compliment, and she cleared her throat before responding. "Years of training will do that. But you're no slouch either. That energy burst during our battle—it caught me off guard."

(Y/N) chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "A little surprise can be a good thing. Keeps your opponent on their toes."

As they continued their conversation, the training grounds seemed to fade into the background, the camaraderie between Maki and (Y/N) taking center stage. Their differing fighting styles and techniques served as a bridge between them, a shared passion for the art of combat that transcended their differences.

By the time they reached the end of their conversation, Maki and (Y/N) had exchanged insights, techniques, and even a few lighthearted laughs. The duel that had sparked their interaction had evolved into something more—a mutual respect and the promise of future sparring sessions.

As they parted ways, Maki couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of connection. (Y/N) had proven herself not only as a skilled opponent but also as a kindred spirit in the world of sorcery. The training grounds, once marked by the remnants of their battle, were now imprinted with the memory of a conversation that had deepened their bond.

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[aveegrex]

ASURA MAKI X READER

glorious deity of war, lustful and six-handed, how sweetly can you ruin an aspiring girl?

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genre: smut pairing: asura! maki x f!reader word count: 0,9k cw: overstim, edging, fingering, pussy slapping, heavy knife play, heavy blood play, kinda sadism, pain kink, knifes used as sex toys, body markings (hickeys and light pricks), bondage, mean dom! maki

author's note: so I wasn't going for a very accurate asura, using it more so to represent a battle-driven deity with six hands. reader here is a striving swordsmaiden that seeks divine guidance, and is very much in favor of whatever maki's doing with her.

“Aww, don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got”

Another shudder runs through your tense limbs. She’s been going at it for what seems like ages, coaxing you closer and closer to the sweet release only to steal the pleasure when it’s mere seconds away. You’d plead again if it wasn’t for her fingers stuffing your mouth so deliciously full, forcing you to communicate in whines and moans alone. 

Her hands are everywhere, running across your sweating body strong and skillful. No, that’s definitely not what you envisioned when the elders at the village told you how hard it is to seek her guidance at the art of sword. 

You thought she’d make you slice up boulders, or dodge her attacks with a tight blindfold across your face. Certain moves repeated in thousands, that’s what your mind prepared you for when you decided to climb the damned mountain to her retreat. 

But, as she said, to be honored by her guidance, one must be stripped of all remaining honor first. And here you are, wrists rubbed raw with coarse ropes, body flush and trembling of her ministrations, cheeks damp of tears, and your core crying to the floor of how deep her fingers reach within you. 

A cold drag of metal pushes you back towards reality, and you hiss, restraints creaking into the dimly lit hall. 

“Watch, mortal” Maki’s breath fluttering against your ear. “Watch, or we’ll start over once again”

It takes all your remaining restraint to pull your head upright and make your lidded eyes focus on the reflection. Oh, she’s done you dirty. There are nips everywhere, from your throat to your thighs, left by her unrelenting dagger. Hickeys bloom across your chest, and here’s your cunt, bare and raw of how much slapping and sweet intrusion it’s endured. 

Her dagger comes dangerously close, mere inches away from your enlarged folds, freezing metal making your hole clench around nothing. A muffled “please” and she slaps you again, another dagger at your throat threatening to prick yet virgin skin. 

“No, no, mortal” she chuckles from behind, sharp teeth nibbling at your earlobe as her fingers snake inside you, picking up the perfect angle right away. “A warrior is no beggar, right? You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it”

Fuck her and her sultry voice, fuck her and her six hands unraveling you so quickly into a blabbering perverted mess of blood and cum, draining you of all your juices. For hours on end she’d mix the pain and pleasure in your mind, slitting a tiny cut somewhere sensitive every time her thumb at your clit would curl your toes. Blood shines maroon under the lights of myriad candles, smeared across your tits and stomach by the teasing hands. 

It’s all at once, it’s all too much, it’s not enough. Maddened and aroused, you try to rebel once again, hips bucking up towards her intoxicating touch, only for it to ghost away. Her fingertips hover above your twitching cunt, so close you cling onto each atom of air they push your way, the most indecent moan rumbling through your chest. 

A slap, a prick, and a strained gasp as her free hand tightens around your neck. “Sshhh, sshhh, you dirty maid” she cooes into your nape, the flat of her blade pressed tight against your heated folds. “We haven’t even gotten to the hilt yet”

Your eyes blow wide and you tremble, sight darting down to the dagger. Its blunt smooth elongated handle, curved just right and damp of blood and slick, now shines like something many would kill to mount and ride. She rotates the weapon with a quick flick to her wrist, the hilt now running along your folds in an all too promising way, and you keen towards it, hole twitching desperately to have something fill it. 

“Patience, mortal” the round tip presses against your clit, forcing a gasp out of you. “You’ll get to meet my knife so intimately. An honor!”

And she laughs, two hands cupping your breasts in sync with another slap to your tortured core. 

Your body buzzes, nerves electrified and wrecked into a lustful mush. “Open up” you feel her fingers finally freeing your mouth, and it hangs agape, tongue lolling out obediently. Your glossy eyes barely make out how she slashes the inside of her palm, the divine blood dripping down to the marble floor, and it’s only natural you catch every drop, throat bobbing at each gulp. 

“Drink, swallow all, maid” her heated whisper attacks your mind once again, and you feel the ivory handle finally filling you up. Each swallow syncs with a thrust, more and more, deeper and deeper, the stingy metal of her blood staining your mind with lewd. Blood and bliss thirsty, you rock your hips to welcome the hilt deeper, being filled from both sides to the brim. 

“Now I’ll only have you befriend all my other weapons, dear” she chuckles into your blissed out mind. “And this cunt will have many allies, right?”

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, this is a very self-idulgent piece and I intend to only get more perverted

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[j2lx]

Strong Enough (Maki Zenin x Reader Oneshot)

Injuries are a part and parcel of life as a Jujutsu sorcerer, and Maki understood that fully. But when you get injured because of your own unwillingness to stop training, how will your girlfriend react?

Warnings: injuries, mentions of dizziness, a little bit of angst and insecurity if you squint, overall just really fluffy <3

A/n: Ahhhh I'm so sorry I took so long to write this =") This is my first one shot so I hope you all like it!

Word count: 1.2k

"It's too hot for this…"

"Shake."

"OI! Toge and Panda, you get your asses over here this instant!" your girlfriend screamed at the two figures hiding under the shade of a huge tree on the opposite end of the field.

Maki Zenin was a fierce and feisty girl, but she was really gentle and easily flustered once she was in a relationship. Of course, only you knew that. And as the two of you stood under the scorching summer heat at Jujutsu High, you are reminded of how Maki is when she isn't being all lovey dovey. Oh she's scary all right.

Panda and Toge immediately dashed over, clearly not wanting to suffer Maki's wrath. "Anyways, we'll pair up and train today. We'll start off by having Panda and Y/n spar with each other. Which means Toge will be with me. Then we'll change the pairings after 30 minutes, ok?" Maki asked, looking at the 3 of you for a response. The 3 of you nodded, excited to finally be able to train together again. Recently, all of you just got assigned to individual missions almost everyday. At most, two of you would be sent to the same mission but there was hardly any time to talk anyways. All of your schedules had been flooded, so none of you had the time to train together.

As the 4 of you walked towards each half of the field you were assigned to spar in, Maki shouted, "Oh yeah keep yourselves hydrated! It's a hot day today!" You smiled, thinking about just how thoughtful your girlfriend was.

Sparring was fun, and always a new experience if your opponent happened to be Panda. He tried out many new tricks and strategies on you, which either made you lose miserably, or resulted in the both of you bursting out in laughter. It was all going fine until you started to feel your head throb… and oh shoot the ground was moving. The heat was making you dizzy and you couldn't really keep your balance. Panda, sensing that something was wrong, called for a water break, allowing you to get back under the shade to hydrate yourself.

As you were under the shade, you thought to yourself, "I'll be ok. Yep it's just the heat and once I'm hydrated after this break I'll be fine and I'll practice well. And later, I'll go against Maki."

You didn't know how wrong you were.

After the water break, you went back to sparring with Panda, but you still weren't feeling great. The heat made you feel unwell, and you felt like you were going to collapse at any second. Your movements slowed down and you started to get hit by the easiest of attacks. After Panda tackled you for the fourth time in a row, he frowned, and told you to sit out, since he sensed that you weren't feeling well.

You looked over at Maki and Toge sparring, and just how amazing your girlfriend was. You wanted to be just like her… so you couldn't afford to stop. You needed to train more. Shaking your head, you stood up and told him that it was fine to continue. He looked warily at you, but he knew he couldn't change your mind.

Being motivated by your girlfriend had its limitations. You were fine after seeing Maki spar and tackle Toge, because that gave you strength and motivation to be like her. And sure enough, you managed to land a hit on Panda. But after that, everything just went downhill, and before you knew it…

"Oh shoot, the heat is making my head spin…

I can't stand up anymore… the ground is spinning too…

I'm falling and I-"

Thud!

You fell to the ground as all those thoughts ran through your mind. You fell forward and ended up scraping your knee. You lay on the ground, feeling too faint to get up. You could hear footsteps and distant voices, but your mind was too hazy to process what was going on.

Before you knew it, Maki was in front of you. She checked to check that you were still breathing and awake, before picking you up, carrying you bridal style. She made sure she wasn't hurting you before she stared into your eyes, her own seemingly piercing into your soul.

"I'm bringing you to Shoko-san, and you're not going to argue with me, understand?" Maki hissed, worry and concern laced in her seemingly harsh words. You could see Panda and Toge nodding furiously from your peripheral vision, not wanting to see Maki angry anytime soon. You had no choice but to give in, allowing your girlfriend to carry you to get treatment.

The whole time Shoko treated you, Maki stood at the corner of the room, watching you but not saying anything. Shoko patched you up really quickly, giving you some antiseptic cream and some bandages to take back to your dorm. She also advised Maki to let you rest in your room after you took a cold shower. Maki nodded curtly, a small frown on her face as she carried you again, despite you telling her that you could walk just fine by yourself.

Maki placed you on a chair in your dorm room, before turning on the air conditioning. After passing you a glass of water and making sure that you were feeling alright, she headed to the bathroom to run a cold bath for you. She put you in the bath, and told you that she'll wait outside for you and that you could call her if you need anything. Somehow, you managed to talk her into having a bath with you, and the two of you enjoyed a comfortable silence with each other in the bathtub.

After the two of you had a cold bath, Maki sat with you on your bed, stroking your hair gently while making sure that you drank the juice she prepared for you.

"Maki?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you mad that I got injured?"

She furrowed her brows, and thought for a while before replying, "Yes, but no. I feel a little angry but at the same time I kind of think I know why you did what you did. Though, I can't say that I approve of the way you overstrained yourself despite feeling unwell…"

"I'm sorry… I- I just wanted to be as strong as you, especially when it comes to physical combat. I want to be strong enough to protect you, so it's not always you protecting me. I want to be stronger for you, my precious sweet girl," you confessed.

Maki's cheeks flushed red, clearly caught off guard by what you said. She looked at you and smiled, before saying gently, "I'm sure you'll be as strong, probably even stronger than me in the future baby. I'm happy to protect you as long as you need… I just don't want you to get hurt… Physically or emotionally. I love you and you mean the world to me, so don't get hurt too much ok? I need you."

You smiled and kissed Maki's forehead before leaning in such that both of your foreheads were touching. She took your hand and linked your pinkie with hers. Maki laughed a little, whispering, "I know this is kind of childish but still I rather do it this way. So, pinky promise that you'll take better care of yourself?"

You giggled before answering,

"Pinky promise.

Thank you @awkwardaardvarkforever for the idea!

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[glazesunflower]

You, Soft and Only

Pairing: Maki Zen'in x Reader.

Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort but mostly fluff and a lot of cuddles and touching (SFW).

Notes: 2k words of Maki feeling down after a mission and you being the most supportive partner she can ask for <3

The birds have long since stopped their singing before you take your eyes off the book in front of you. It’s late, barely past midnight, but you insist on reading just a bit more, sitting on your desk with a faint light illuminating the room.

You’re stretching your arms above your head when you hear the creek of the door opening.

“Hm?” You turn to the sound, your heart picking up the pace as you watch the door fling open.

You release a sigh when you recognize her, Maki making her way inside your room like she owns the place. She does have a habit of barging in unannounced, but it still takes you by surprise every time.

Why can’t she ever send you a text? Hey babe, I’m coming over. That simple, and it’d save you a heart attack.

“Hello to you too, baby.” You say, slipping out of your chair and walking up to her.

“Hi.” She replies back. You frown.

You instantly notice something’s not right by the way she doesn’t return your stare. Usually, she barges in and starts telling you about this or that fight, her training sessions, or her dishing out about Mai for some reason. She’s suspiciously quiet and there are small cuts and bruises on her face and arms. She must’ve come here straight from a mission. That’s not usual either.

“Hey,” you reach for her and palm her cheek, carefully brushing your thumb right below a bruise. That one’s gonna sting in the morning. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice low and husky. “This is nothing for me, I’ve had way worse.”

“I know.” And you really do, you’ve had to patch her up more often than not. Despite not being part of the sorcerer world yourself, you’re hardly a bystander. Maki has always trusted you with the intricacies of the twisted sorcerer society, and most importantly, has trusted you to take care of her in a way she doesn’t anyone else. “You usually love a good shower at your place after a mission. Why did you come here, instead?”

Maki’s voice doesn’t falter.

“I wanted to see you.” She looks down at you, her fingers holding your wrist, your hand still palming her cheek.

Growing up without affection made it harder for her to understand her own emotions, to put a name to them, and especially to voice them out loud. So, she doesn’t.

Most of her life, Maki hasn’t troubled herself with emotional talk, with displays of affection, with giving and receiving reassurance, because it’s not something she had learned how to do.

But ever since you’re in her life, something has shifted in Maki. She’s still stone cold as ever, but now she has you.

You, who can read between her lines. You, who are kind enough to pay attention to her subtleties and her body language. You, who slowly opened up her walls and showed her that loving someone, that trusting someone isn’t supposed to be scary, but comforting.

So when she says I wanted to see you, her green eyes briefly closing to your touch, you understand.

“Come here.” You grab her hand and guide her to your bed, Maki following swiftly after.

When she plops on the bed next to you, you reach out, gently taking off her glasses.

“What are you doing?” She raises an eyebrow.

“No more curses for tonight.” You draw a smile, leaving the glasses on the bedside table. “I want your eyes on me only, okay?”

“Don’t be an idiot. There’s nobody else here for me to look at, is there?”

Maki huffs, but when you lie on the bed, she lies next to you, her head on your pillow, inches away from you.

“No, you’re right.” You scoot closer to her, slowly pressing your lips to hers, slightly chapped on yours. Maki’s eyes slightly wideen at the contact. “It’s just you and me here.” You kiss the edge of her lips and slowly trail upwards, pressing soft kisses to her cheek, her cheekbone, the corner of her eye, then her temple. Maki stays still, her eyes fluttering closed to your touch. “So you can relax. It’s only me with you, after all.”

“Don’t be annoying and maybe I will.” Maki lets out an irritated sigh, her hands holding either side of your shirt.

You scoot closer still, pressing your front to Maki’s, and she’s quick to wrap her arms around your middle, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She exhales slowly, like she’s been carrying a heavy weight in her chest the whole day until now.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” You can’t help but giggle, dragging your hand to rub circles on her back. “If you wanted some cuddles, you could’ve just asked, you know? Coming here in the middle of the night with such a scary look on your face—“

“Shut up, or I’ll kick your ass.” Maki grumbles. Her voice comes out muffled by your skin.

“Do Inumaki, Panda and the others know? It would be fun to tell them how the fierce and scary Maki Zen’in is actually the small spoon.”

You chuckle at the thought, and Maki grumbles again, lifting herself up so she’s hovering over you, her green eyes narrowed and dangerous.

“I’m serious. I will beat your ass if you even think to—“

You reach up, pressing an innocent kiss to her mouth. Maki blinks down at you, the words dying on her throat and her cascading hair tickling your nose. You draw a smile.

“You’re beautiful, Maki Zen’in.”

Maki’s cheeks bloom with crimson colors and she opens her mouth, then closes it, pressing her lips into a thin line, brow furrowed.

She carelessly plops herself on you, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist again.

“Ouch!” You wince when her body hits you, but you can’t move since she’s holding you in her strong arms.

“Serves you right.” She says, her cheek pressed to your collarbone.

You chuckle, knowing full well the consequences of teasing the Maki Zen’in.

You reach up with your hand and caress her hair tentatively. Maki breathes in deeply and lets out a long sigh, her body relaxing on top of you. You can feel her chest rise and fall against yours, her heartbeat steady against your skin, and you take it as a sign to lose your fingers in her hair.

There’s a pause before you hear Maki’s voice again, all too close to the shell of your ear.

“I didn’t have the best day today, and all I wanted after the mission was to go home,” her voice sounds low, full of a careful tucked-in emotion you’ve learned to recognize, “but I have no idea where home even is anymore.” There’s a second of silence, and you hear Maki swallowing, the words tiptoeing on the verge of her lips, until finally— “The only place that I could think of was you.”

Maki nuzzles closer to you still, her forehead pressed to your throat, and you scratch her scalp with your nails earning an appreciative growl.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You hesitantly ask, your voice barely a whisper. “About the mission?”

You have a feeling that something happened while she was away. After all, it’s not an usual thing for Maki to come to you demanding affection like this, far from it. Something must’ve shaken her.

Maki tightens her grip on you just a bit, her arms on either side of your waist.

“There’s nothing to talk about, really. There was a curse and we exorcised it. End of story.”

You frown. “You know I like you, but I don’t like it when you’re dishonest.”

“Fine.” Maki exhales against your skin. “The curse casted me aside and stupid Yuuta had to save me. He, of all people!”

“What’s wrong with that?” You chuckle at Maki’s frustration. “Yuuta is a good friend of yours. Besides, aren’t you all a team? What’s wrong with helping each other out?”

“Nothing, I guess.” Maki reluctantly says. “It’s just— Ugh, it’s stupid.”

You take a moment to gently push some locks of hair behind her ear, drag the back of your fingers over her temple, her cheekbone, the shell of her ear. Maki seems to relax under your touch.

“Come on.” You insist softly.

“I trained him, you know?” She eventually mumbles. “I was the one who showed him how to use cursed weapons. And now—“

And now he’s the one rescuing me, Maki doesn’t say, doesn’t let the words come out, because that would feel like defeat. He’s stronger than me now.

But she doesn’t have to voice this, you immediately understand.

Having grown up without cursed energy, casted aside by her own family for being unable to see curses, the bare minimum for any sorcerer, Maki has always relied on her strength. More than relying on it, Maki has nourished it. She has worked tirelessly day after day to harbor all the strength her body can provide her, all to not be left behind.

The thing that Maki despises and, consequently, fears the most, is being left behind by those who are around her.

You understand with perfect clarity how she must’ve felt when Yuuta saved her. The boy who came the first day shaking like a leaf now stands tall and proud, strong enough to protect his friends. To protect Maki.

And she despises the feeling of not being strong enough to even protect herself.

You ponder for a second, your fingers still lost in Maki’s hair.

“Do you remember the day we met?” You quietly ask her.

Maki’s quiet for a moment. “No. You’ve always kind of… been there.”

“That’s true.” You chuckle at her forgetfulness. “Well, I do remember. It was summer, and my dad had given me money to get ice cream, but then one of the kids at the playground stole it from me, and—“

“And I beat his ass. Right there in front of everyone.” Maki nods, you can hear the smile in her voice. “That little bastard.”

“I didn't see you coming, I didn’t even know you before that.” You say, eyes closed, the image of 6 years old Maki rushing to help you drawn in your memory. “I remember thinking, She’s so strong and she came out of nowhere to help me. She must be a superhero!”

“We were dumb kids.” Maki says, her forehead pressed to the side of your neck. “We had no idea how our lives would turn out to be.”

“True, but—” You play with her hair, letting the soft locks slip and fall from your fingers. “I still believe that.”

“Because you’re an idiot.”

“No, because I love you. Don’t be mean when I’m trying to compliment you!” You scoot away from her, detangling her arms from your waist, and Maki scowls at the sudden lack of warmth.

Instead of arguing against you, Maki reaches up, cupping your face in her bigger hands. You flush at the contact.

“I’m sorry, okay?” She sounds annoyed but her body betrays her, slowly brushing your cheek with her thumb. “Go on with your mushy talk, I’ll listen.”

For a girl who fights like a stone, Maki Zen’in touches like the sun. She holds you with the knowledge that gentleness is a rarity, that it is a language foreign to her, clumsy and unpracticed, but still so warm and intimate.

You swallow, parting your lips as Maki’s green eyes rest on yours, softening around their edges.

“I admire you, Maki. And maybe I’m biased because you’re the person I feel for the most in my life, but I truly admire everything about you— Your passion, your determination.” Your voice is a waterfall of honesty, and Maki collects every drop with the pad of her thumbs. “You’re strong in ways that people can’t see, too. But I see it. I see you, always.”

Maki’s green eyes fill with tears, and you press a kiss to her wrist, her hands still holding your face.

“You’re such an idiot.” She whispers, her fingers trembling against your skin.

You draw an easy smile. “And you’re beautiful.”

“I’m not going to be for much longer if you keep making me emotional.” She argues back, her green eyes glassy, her smile faltering.

You shake your head, holding Maki’s hand above your cheek, brushing the harsh skin on her knuckles.

“You’re still beautiful when you’re not smiling, Maki.”

She leans closer, pressing her forehead against yours a little too forcefully. Her green eyes flutter closed to your touch.

“I love you too.” She says, a little too late, but the affirmation draws stars in the vault of your chest all the same. “I think I love you more than I planned to.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask, innocent, hopeful of the answer.

“Not at all.” You can hear the smile in her voice, soaked with an affection far too deep for her to comprehend at the time. “It’s the best thing I could’ve asked for.”

Holding Maki in your arms like this, you understand— How some things can be both strong and delicate at the same time.

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[rush-the-stars]

just thinking about aged up maki lately.

cw: light smut, muzzles

the first time you ever suggest it, it’s partially in jest, and only because you’re counting all your hickeys and bite marks littered all over your body from her again.

you think she hates the idea.

she goes perfectly, frighteningly still.

“maki? i was kidding—i wouldn’t—“

“no?” she asks and there’s something strange in her tone. a little hooked. her eyes cut to you.

“not if—no, not really. unless you—“ wanted to.

she swallows. she doesn’t give you an answer then. the look on her face makes you think she abhors the idea.

but here she is now, on her knees in front of you, boxer briefs snug over her muscled thighs, dark fabric taut. she’s still in her binder, too, almost like a safeguard.

(afterwards you will help her remove it, afterwards you will kiss the indentations made on her shoulders and chest and ribs.)

her hair is a little mussed already and her cheeks are flushed an angry, almost indignant red.

you fiddle with a clasp on the muzzle, the quiet clinking and toying all that’s heard in the room, and she looks up at you. her face is enough to devastate you, you think. she’s so handsome. sharp lines of her nose and dark lashes curled ridiculously long against her cheek. the swell of her bottom lip that’s clearly been bitten and rosy.

and she’s letting you, maki trusts you enough to—

“ready?” you ask, almost shyly.

she grunts, jerks her chin up like an offering, like a dare, “just—hurry up.”

you let out a slow breath and drop to your knees in front of her so you’re eye to eye, so you can look in her eyes when you move to carefully slip the muzzle onto her face. she goes surprisingly and uncharacteristically pliant for a moment, letting your fingers move through her short, dark hair to secure it around her.

and then your hands fall from the back of her head and you look at her openly, and the sight of her finally in the muzzle—eyes nearly glaring, all heat, and defiant blush high on her cheeks—is enough to make your breath hitch all tight inside you.

she squirms slightly and, “what? are you just going to stare?”

she’s reaching for you even as she snaps at you a little. you almost want to smile at her bad attitude. you can tell she’s nervous, that it’s affecting her, too.

you let her tug you into her lap. her hands are hot and gripping at you, sliding up your torso, your sides, back down to your hips and thighs and—

“you’re not supposed to talk, maki.”

she opens her mouth. you reach up to touch at the muzzle, carefully loop your fingers in its wiring and pull her face gently down into looking at you. focusing on you.

“it’s a muzzle.” you breathe, quieting whatever she was about to say next, “you’re supposed to be quiet. behave.”

heat sinks deep into your core when you say it; when you see the raw arousal on her face, too. then her face changes, morphs slowly and oh—

you can tell you’re in dangerous territory now.

you yelp when she suddenly flips you onto your back.

she’s quiet, obeying, but you can tell by the heat of her gaze, that look on her face, that she isn’t going down easily. she isn’t going to behave at all. if anything, it’s like she wants to earn the muzzle.

she drags you closer, slots her hips against yours, hooks your legs around her waist.

“maki—“

fingers hitch into the material of your panties and you know, can see the look in her eyes, what she’s about to do.

“don’t! i like this pair!”

she tilts her head a little, as if to say she’s heard you, fingers tangled in the material. she pauses as she eyes you, and then decides, she just doesn’t care.

they come away with a brutal ripping sound. she’s so ridiculously, stupidly strong that its barely anything to her. just a flexing of her toned forearms and suddenly you’re all bare to her. she slides big hands up your thighs, over into the inside, gliding up and down.

you squirm a little.

she leans forward like she might set her mouth to you, then realizes she can’t. the agitation writes itself in the down curve of her brows, the little baring of her teeth and huff of breath.

she palms your tit, a little roughly, a little mean. still, you make a soft noise, arch up into the touch.

she watches you beneath her, lips parted behind the muzzle, cheeks flushed dark, hair falling onto her forehead.

and then she sidles down, moves down your body to settle herself into the crux of your thighs. she throws your legs over her strong shoulders. this is a familiar position to her, to you, and you easily slot together like pieces of a mosaic.

she rests her cheek against your thigh, eyes swinging up to find your gaze. dark heat. you squirm again. you can feel the cool metal of the muzzle dig into your soft skin. you shiver. maki’s hand sneaks up, between your legs and—

your gasp is sharp and sweet.

a knuckle gently rubs through your folds. slippery and easy. so much so that you almost want to throw your hand over your face and hide—especially when she quirks a brow at you, looks up at you as if to say, what’s got you so wet?

what’s got my baby so worked up?

you suddenly miss her voice. her mouth. her teeth. miss how she’d mercilessly tease you and taunt you and kiss you like it was the last damn time she’d see you again.

she makes a rumbling noise, pleased, as she gently eases a finger inside. you make a high, soft sound, hips twitching towards her. you can feel the metal dig into your skin again, wonder if it’ll leave imprints.

you look down at her, catch her eyes. the sight of her again, between your legs now, held back by a muzzle, desire so unabashed and real painted across her face as she watches her finger disappear inside you.

you sink a hand into her hair, comb back the fringe on her forehead, pull a little, hear the clinking of the metal, the buckles, and feel your stomach flip.

“bet you wish you didn’t have that on now,” you murmur and you yelp when she pinches your thigh. soothes it by adding another finger. your yelp dies off into a moan.

“So mean,” you can’t help the slight tremble, the little pout you get, “maybe i should get you a matching leash, too—“

she glares hard at you. leans over your center where she suddenly lets her tongue loll out, the flash of pink, where spit gathers and then falls through the metal wires, some onto it, but mostly onto your core.

“maki—!”

it’s warm still, before rapidly cooling. she rubs it in. makes a mess. makes a mess out of you. until you’re fussing and panting and twisting in her strong hold. until you’re arching into fingers that aren’t quite enough, until she makes you eat your words and wish she didn’t have that muzzle on, until you wish you had more; her mouth, her strap, anything—

until maki reaches to the back of her head and pulls so hard on the strap that it just snaps, a frustrated growl loosening from her throat as she yanks once more to have the whole muzzle come off in a heap.

and then she’s finally pushing forward, uninhibited, to fasten her hot mouth against your core.

her groan against you rumbles through you, forces you to keen, to spasm in her strong hold. her eyes flutter shut as she delves between your folds with a warm, slippery tongue. with an enthusiasm and need that makes you shake.

and she has her fill of you, until you’re a wreck, until you’re boneless and exhausted, until you’re covered in teeth marks and bruised skin, all sore and tender. until you’re swollen from her sucking and biting and licking. until all she can do is mouth along your poor marked up throat.

until she’s smugly satisfied.

as if to prove that perhaps she needed that damn muzzle all along.

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[multifandoms27-blog]

Hey, hey...👀

Maki cuddling headcanons??? 👉👈

Omg you're a genius anon

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Content: Maki Zen'in x f!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Zen'in clan homophobia

Notes: The anon said in a different ask that reader be female

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Definitely the big spoon

She can and will fight you on this

SHE IS THE ONE WHO HOLDS, NOT YOU

Also likes looking over your shoulder or head at whatever you're looking at

She probably wouldn't take off her glasses unless she planned to sleep, just incase there was a curse situation

If there did happen to be a curse situation, she'd be pissed and tell you to stay behind (doesn't matter if you're a sorcerer or not) and keep the bed warm, and wait till she gets back

Toge and Panda cackle as Maki grumbles about "not getting cuddles for this shit"

If they tease her for going soft, Maki is going to turn around and fight Toge and Panda once the curse is dealt with

She'll come back to you all annoyed and just hide her face in your shoulder as she holds you

If a curse doesn't interrupt though, she's gonna want to order some food so you two can eat while you binge a show (personally i'd wanna binge 90 day fiance with Maki. that'd be so fun)

Is gonna have her hands resting on your stomach if you're fully laying down, but if you're propped up cause you're watching a show, then she'll have one hand supporting her head to look over you and the other on your stomach

This doesn't have anything to do with cuddling, but Maki desperately wants to show you off to her family to piss them off. Obviously that's not why she's with you, she's with you cause she loves you, but its just an added benefit

Becoming a clan head and having you as her wife instead of taking a shitty husband?? Sounds like her perfect life (manga readers shut up I just want Maki to be happy ;-;)

Anyway, back to cuddling

The only way you could tell if Maki was falling asleep is by taking off her glasses and setting them down on your nightstand

While sleeping, she holds you even tighter if that's possible

Might even give you a sleepy peck on the temple or cheek

Your cuddles are her stress relief tbh, and they also help her when she's sad

Loves sending Mai pictures of you both cuddling with the caption And you don't get any ❤️

Tbh, I can really only see Maki being into women. Mai is kind of both, with possibly a male preference? But she's most likely never been with a woman, since the Zen'in family would obviously be homophonic, so Mai probably has some internal homophobia. But we can all agree Megumi is pansexual cause of what he said to Todo

ANYWAY

Maki doesn't give a shit if someone walks in on the cuddling. All the more reason to show that you're hers soo...

Although she wants whoever just walked in to leave so she can relax again

She'd only want you to hold her if it had been a particularly hard day, if Mai went too far with the insults, or if she had been injured

She absolutely hates being vulnerable, which is why she almost never is the little spoon (also her reaction to Yuta saying he'd help her take down the Zen'in clan)

But, when she does show her vulnerability, don't expect her to show everything underneath all at once. She'll reveal it bit by bit to see your reaction, then rework her future actions and words depending on your reaction

My best advice? Be comforting and calm, but not smothering. Don't push her to talk about anything if she says she doesn't want to, offer cuddles and/or food while watching old re-runs or starting a new show. Offer to listen if she needs it, just let her know that you're there for her if she chooses to open up and talk about it. If not, smile and respect her boundaries, give her a few kisses, then start talking about something else to take her mind off of it

Don't do all of that in one sitting though. You can do different things for each time, and be slow about it. If you do all of that at once, you'll smother her

Maki is a big girl and can handle her problems, it just takes time for her to initially heal and return to normal. She'll be okay, you don't need to worry about her

wow i really got off track

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・scissoring with maki ⸜⸜・

maki loves eating you out so much, that's why she's confused when you suggest scissoring. it's not that she's against it,she just prefers sticking her head in between your thighs.

"oh god." she moans when your pussy first touches hers. the movements are messy, but it just feels so good. the room is filled with wet sounds of your pussies rubbing against each other.

"do u like it now?" you ask her jokingly, moaning when her clit catches against yours. you can't contain your moans, its just so good.

"shut up. so good." maki groans,pulling you by your hips closer to her. she kisses you hungrily, her tongue rougly intertwining with yours. you both are so close already.

"let's cum together." she whispers in your ear. you nod at her, humping even harder against her. she grips your back tightly, her face scrunching as she cums. that's all it takes for you to cum with her. you shake against each other, riding out your orgasm.

when you're both off of your high, she brings you into her arms. both of you notice the big wet stain on the bed, but you just laugh.

"i actually liked it, sweets. but nothing will ever be better than eating you out."

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[jjkamochoso]

How JJK Characters React to You Describing Them as Your Type When Todo Asks

Warnings: none

A/N: pretend you’re in a huge group with all of the students present when this question was asked :) also, I went with the anime adaptation of the characters rather than the manga, just fyi!

Yuji:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

“Yeah y/n, we wanna know!” Yuji said, excitedly. You figured there was no harm in sharing, Todo and the group were just looking for fun to distract them for a little bit.

“Okay, well I like guys that are average height, not too tall or short. Super strong, of course, with a cute, goofy smile. Oh, and colored hair is always fun too!”

“Oh man, he sounds so cool! If I find any guys that look like that, don’t worry, I’ll send them your way!” Shaking your head and laughing, you got into a conversation with Megumi while Nobara yanked Yuji out of your earshot.

“Yuji! Don’t you realize what y/n said?!”

He rested his chin in his fingers, deep in thought for a few moments before he answered.

“No? Should I have?”

Nobara didn’t hesitate to whack him on the top of the head.

“They literally described you, idiot! Don’t you own a mirror?!” Yuji’s mouth opened in a big smile. This was great news since he had a big crush on you!

“Y/n! I have to talk to you!”

Megumi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to join Todo’s antics but you had no choice.

“You don’t have to answer him. It’s a stupid question anyway.”

Megumi’s voice came unexpectedly from behind you. You smiled inwardly at his protectiveness.

“I appreciate that Fushiguro, but I might as well. Let’s see. I like moody boys on the lankier side with dark black hair and dark blue eyes. He has to love animals too.”

You looked at Megumi to see if it registered that you were talking about him. All of a sudden, he sported a deep blush and excused himself from the group. Todo gave you a hearty smack on the back for your response.

“I’m proud of you for baring your soul like that to the one you love,” he said, tears rolling down his face. “Y/n, go get your man!”

You turned to look at your friends who all just shrugged their shoulders. Looks like you’re off to find Megumi then!

Nobara:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You had no hesitation answering this question, you loved to talk about things like this, gossip and crushes and the sort. Besides, it was time Nobara knew how you felt!

“I thought you’d never ask! I really like short girls with short hair. If it’s a vibrant color, that’s a plus. Spunky personalities are the best and I need someone who’ll keep up with me when I go shopping.”

Looking over at Nobara, you saw her jaw drop and you knew she understood what you were getting at.

“Y/n! You liked me and you never told me?! This whole time?!” she shouted, running towards you. You didn’t know whether she was going to hit or kiss you so you took off running as well. Gotta love the feisty girls!

Maki:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

“This stupid question again?” grumbled Maki. You were a bit nervous to reply to Todo. You had a huge crush on Maki but she was, well, intimidating, to say the least. To be fair, so was Todo, and you heard what happened to Fushiguro so you went with the safest bet.

“I like girls who are on the taller side and insanely strong. Light eyes, dark hair. Straight to the point, always. And uh… glasses.”

Maki hadn’t moved a muscle and you cringed, fearing the worst. Best case scenario, she would ignore you ever said that. Worst case, she’d beat you up. When she came over and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, you gulped.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this somewhere else.”

(Spoiler alert: when you were somewhere else, you kissed🤭)

Inumaki:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Todo was on your last nerve. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but why should you be expected to tell everyone your personal business like this? In front of both schools’ students, no less! When you were filled in on what happens when you don’t answer truthfully, you resigned to the fact that you were exposing your true feelings to everyone today, whether you liked it or not.

“I like shorter men, preferably with medium length blonde hair, and bright purple eyes. He doesn’t talk much but more than makes up for it with his top tier sense of humor.” You noticed that Inumaki never broke his gaze from you as you spoke. You shuffled over to where he was sitting to explain yourself, but this time it was you who couldn’t find the right words.

“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki broke the silence first, basically asking you what was wrong since you marched over there and hadn’t said a thing.

“Look, Toge, I’m sorry if I—”

He tugged on your sleeve, stopping you. In his hands was a note that read, “I like you too” with a little smiley face at the end.

Yuta:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You weren’t sure how to answer Todo. On one hand, you didn’t want to expose your crush on Yuta. On the other, would be it so bad for the truth to be out there? He was a kind person that wouldn’t drop your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“I really like average height guys with longer dark hair and big, dark blue eyes. Personality wise he has to be extremely loyal and caring. Oh, and good with a sword.”

“Sooo… Yuta?” questioned Panda, and you nodded in agreement, your face warming with a blush.

“Wait, me? Really?” Yuta’s eyes lit up as he broke out into a hopeful smile. You nodded again.

“Oh man, that’s great!” he exclaimed, and then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve liked you for awhile too and I just thought maybe you didn’t feel the same but you do! Which is amazing!” You laughed softly at his rambling. This school year just got a whole lot better!

Gojo:

“Y/L/N sensei! What kind of man is your type?”

“Todo, isn’t that wildly inappropriate to ask your superior?” you answered, a joking tone present.

“Maybe, but we’re curious! Please, sensei?”

“Yeah, sensei! It’s just for fun” Yuji chimed in.

“And it’s a team building exercise to know something so personal! You’re always saying we need to communicate better,” added Nobara. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I meant that to be an exercise among you children, not me. But I will entertain this for only a moment, so listen carefully,” you told the group and they cheered like their favorite baseball player hit a home run. As you were about to spill your secret, you spotted Satoru leaning against a wall, clearly interested in the secret you were about to spill.

“I like super tall men who are lean but extremely strong. He has to be very funny and goofy but with a kind heart. White hair and striking blue eyes are also a must.”

Maki’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she exclaimed, “You like that blindfolded idiot?!”

As the kids clamored at the newfound information, Gojo took that time to approach you and the students.

“Excuse me everyone, but me and my new lover must depart,” he announced, taking your hand dramatically while leading you away to laugh at what just happened.

Noritoshi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You groaned. You really didn’t want Noritoshi to know about your infatuation with him. It was no secret that he had more important things to deal with than schoolyard crushes so you were afraid to confess in case it made him uncomfortable—or worse, dislike you!

“You don’t have to answer the immature question, y/n,” Noritoshi spoke up when he noticed your discomfort. You were grateful for him but you wanted to keep the peace among your classmates and judging by the death glare Todo sent to you two, you’d better start talking.

“Thank you Kamo, but I value harmony among friends so I will answer this for Todo’s amusement only. I like tall men with a bit longer dark hair and gray eyes. Having an honorable character and being good with a bow is the way to my heart.” You felt Noritoshi tense up next to you and you refused to look at him out of fear of rejection. He took you by surprise when he leaned over ever so slightly to whisper to you.

“I was caught off guard by your confession but I can’t say I don’t feel the same. Can we discuss this later?”

Todo:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Your eyes went wide when Todo’s booming voice reached your ears. You were super into him but no one knew. You knew you couldn’t fool him with a fake answer, though, and if you were going to feel his hand for the first time, you’d rather it be from holding it with your own than having it curled in a fist and connecting with your face.

“Um… I like men that are extremely tall and buff. Dark hair, tan skin. And passionate, of course.”

“Hm! That’s a great answer! He sounds hot,” replied Todo, smirking, “but unfortunately for that perfect fake man, I’m taking you on a date first because you’re my type!”

You definitely weren’t expecting this!

Mai:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You rolled your eyes. This big oaf is going to jeopardize your friendship for sure. You really liked Mai but you figured she wasn’t into dating and all the lovey dovey stuff.

“Do I have to answer?” you asked, praying Todo had a change of heart.

“No, y/n, we all wanna know. What’s your type?” Mai chimed in, a sly grin on her face. You gulped.

“I… like women that have short, dark hair and dark eyes. If she’s taller than average that’s cool, and I love a snarky personality.”

“No way!” exclaimed Momo when she realized who you were talking about. You refused to look anyone in the eyes out of embarrassment and fear. What you weren’t expecting was Mai grabbing your hand and leading you somewhere else. Hopefully it was to talk and not get beat up!

Momo:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You huffed in annoyance. There were always some sort of antics with this guy! You had liked Momo for awhile now but she was like an enigma to you. You could never get a good read on her so maybe telling her how you felt outright would be a good thing?

“I really like girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and short, too. Having a cute personality is a plus as well,” you answered, hoping that was straightforward enough.

“Wait a minute, that sounds exactly like me!” Momo exclaimed, blushing slightly. You sheepishly nodded your head.

“Because it is. I have a crush you.”

The whole group erupted in a chorus of “aww’s” and “how adorable.” You were nervous that you had accidentally made her uncomfortable but your fears disappeared as she came over to sit next to you. When the students were distracted by another topic, you felt Momo’s hand rest over so slightly on top your own and you knew you made the right decision to confess.

Miwa:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

Before you spoke, you met eyes with Miwa. It almost seemed as if she was anxious to hear what you had to say!

“Girls with dark blue eyes and are average height are my type. I also really like girls with kind hearts and are down to earth. Blue hair isn’t too bad, either,” you finished, smiling nervously. Both of you were blushing messes while Mai scoffed “Get a room!” Your classmates were just happy that the secret was out in the open—they were tired of you two dancing around your feelings for each other!

#jjk headcanons #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #noritoshi x reader #gojo x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi x reader #nobara x reader #aoi todo x reader #miwa kasumi x reader #momo nishimiya x reader #maki zenin x reader #inumaki x reader #mai zenin x reader #yuta x reader

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT ✃

❝ we in love & started dating at your art school..

..cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time..

..except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design ❞

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

🪡SUMMARY

You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

⍟ JJK college au ⍟ art students au ⍟ no curse au

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✍️ your designs

📋 your model rating list

(these 2 are optional for more visuals, if u have ur own ideas pls feel free to ignore)

┌──── “ group chats 💬 „

👥 Fashion Famous 🧑‍🎨🧵

👥 Film GC 📽️

👥 day 1’s

👥 y/n’s fan club

🪡TWITTER PROFILES

chapters below cut

✄ —————————————————

✆ chapter 1: Extra Credit

✆ chapter 2: Flirting Business Tactic

✆ chapter 3: Fashion Walk

✆ chapter 4: Leaf

✆ chapter 5: Model Castings

✆ chapter 6: Can’t wait to see u

✆ chapter 7: Snacks

✆ chapter 8: Movies

✆ chapter 9: Asleep

✆ chapter 10: Late

✆ chapter 11: Third Wheel

✆ chapter 12: Reminded me of you

✆ chapter 13: Iron

✆ chapter 14: Flip a coin

✆ chapter 15: 8-ball

✆ chapter 16: Deserve each other

✆ chapter 17: Romeo o’ romeo

✆ chapter 18: Bro

✆ chapter 19: First Date

✆ chapter 20: Puzzle

✆ chapter 21: Don’t tell anyone

✆ chapter 22: Fraud

✆ chapter 23: Zip-up

✆ chapter 24: Beading & Braiding

✆ chapter 25: Guess

✆ chapter 26: Ignored

✆ chapter 27: Fixing him

✆ chapter 28: Couch

✆ chapter 29: Films

✆ chapter 30: Sleepover

✆ chapter 31: Out of guesses

✆ chapter 32: Portraits of love

✆ chapter 33: Rehearsal

✆ chapter 34: Show

EPILOGUE

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#megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #smau #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen megumi #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #geto suguru #x reader #jjk x y/n #y/n #jjk au #non curse au #jjk college au #maki zenin #inumaki toge #gn reader #✮bryn’s corner

[koishiro]

# - 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓.1

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : pure crack + crude language + humour

masterlist | jjk masterlist | anon masterlist

#‧₊˚🖇️ #📞 ♡‧₊˚ #˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝒋𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 #jjk crack #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen smau #crack post #jujutsu kaisen memes #jjk memes #jjk crack post #kugisaki nobara #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #miwa kasumi #yuji itadori #nanami kento #maki zenin

[zapreportsblog]

↱ cursed animal ↰

➘ summary : panda isn’t the only animal at jujutsu technical college

With ears that perked up at the slightest sound and a tail that swayed rhythmically, (Y/N) moved with a grace that belied her animalistic features. She was accustomed to the curious glances and occasional whispers that followed her, but she had also found a group of friends who accepted her for who she was, cursed animal and all.

Her friends were members of the Kyoto school, known for their formidable skills and strong teamwork. Panda, Maki, and Toge were among the first to look beyond (Y/N)'s appearance and see the person within.

As the group sat together during a break between classes, Panda's curious eyes sparkled as he looked at (Y/N). "You know, you're pretty unique, (Y/N). Not every cursed spirit has your level of... human-ness."

Maki gave Panda a pointed look. "Don't be rude."

(Y/N) chuckled, her tail swishing behind her. "It's okay, Panda. I know I'm not your typical cursed spirit."

Toge, who communicated through a series of hand signals, chimed in with a smile, "You're our friend, (Y/N). That's all that matters."

As the conversation continued, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging that she had rarely experienced before. Her friends were like-minded individuals who had faced their own challenges and prejudices. Despite their differences, they had formed a bond that went beyond appearances and abilities.

Later that day, (Y/N) found herself in a training session with her friends. Each of them showcased their unique jujutsu skills, ranging from Panda's incredible strength to Maki's weapon mastery. (Y/N)'s abilities were less overt, a blend of agility, speed, and an uncanny connection to the natural world around her.

Toge's eyes lit up as he saw (Y/N) maneuver gracefully through a series of dodges and counterattacks. He signed to her, "You're amazing, (Y/N)."

She grinned back, her movements fluid and confident. "You're not too bad yourself, Toge."

After the training session, the group sat together, catching their breath. Panda let out a satisfied sigh. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Maki nodded, a rare smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, we do."

As the sun began to set, (Y/N) looked around at her friends, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges they faced as jujutsu sorcerers, they had found solace and support in each other's company. It was an unlikely bond forged in the fires of adversity, a testament to the power of friendship that transcended appearances and differences.

And as they headed back to their dorms, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that she was exactly where she was meant to be – among friends who accepted her fully, cursed animal traits and all.

where (y/n) encounters a group of students from another class who mock and make fun of her because of her cursed animal appearance. She tries to ignore them at first, but their taunts become increasingly hurtful. Just as she's about to reach her breaking point, her friends from the Kyoto school step in to defend her.

As (Y/N) made her way through the courtyard, she couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. She had always been used to the occasional stares and whispers, but today was different. A group of students from another class had taken it upon themselves to make her the subject of their mockery.

Their laughter and taunts followed her, like venomous darts aimed at her heart. She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her composure. She knew that reacting would only fuel their cruelty, so she kept her head down and continued walking, willing herself to ignore them.

But the comments grew louder, more hurtful, and impossible to ignore. Words like "freak" and "abomination" cut through the air, each one like a stab to her confidence. She felt her eyes well up with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

Just as she felt like she was about to reach her breaking point, a strong presence intervened. Panda, Maki, and Toge stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of anger and determination. Panda's voice carried across the courtyard, cutting through the taunts like a blade.

"Enough! That's not how we treat each other here."

Maki's gaze was icy as she spoke, her voice firm. "Mocking someone for their appearance shows nothing but your own ignorance."

Toge signed with a stern expression, his fingers punctuating his words with intensity. "Kindness and respect are the true signs of strength."

The group of mockers seemed taken aback by the sudden intervention. The atmosphere shifted, and the courtyard fell into a tense silence. (Y/N) blinked back her tears, her heart warming at the sight of her friends standing up for her.

Panda stepped closer to (Y/N), offering a reassuring smile. "You don't have to listen to their garbage, (Y/N). We're here for you."

Maki's gaze was unwavering as she added, "You're part of our team, and no one has the right to belittle you."

Toge signed with a determined expression, his hands forming words that spoke volumes. "You're not alone, (Y/N). We stand together."

As the words sank in, (Y/N)'s trembling subsided. The pain of the mocking words was still there, but it was overshadowed by the support and strength radiating from her friends. She looked at them, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky but genuine.

Panda grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Anytime, (Y/N). We've got your back."

Maki's stern expression softened into a small smile. "Remember, their words say more about them than they do about you."

Toge signed with a reassuring gesture, his fingers spelling out a message of unity. "We're a team, (Y/N), and that means standing up for each other."

With her friends by her side, (Y/N) felt a renewed sense of confidence. The hurtful taunts may have stung, but the strength of their bond was a shield against the negativity. As they walked away, the courtyard seemed a little brighter, a testament to the power of true friendship in the face of adversity.

#jjk toge #jjk panda #jjk maki #maki zenin #maki zenin x reader #maki zenin x you #maki zenin x y/n #maki zenin imagine #maki zenin imagines #toge inumaki #toge inumaki x reader #toge inumaki x you #toge inumaki x y/n #panda #panda x reader #panda x y/n #panda x you #panda imagine #panda imagines #toge inumaki imagine #toge inumaki imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you

[bbmsxlene]

#🎸 - “KENTO NANAMI”

NANAMI MAKING ME FEEL 🥰🥰😋🥰🥰🥰😋😔💗🎀💓

guess who’s gonna get punched by sukuna (ITS NOT LIZA NOR NAOYA 😭😭)

guess liza is gonna get exposed after all

I SWEAR ILL TRY TO POST MORE BUT THIS IS HAAAARD 😭😭

m.list - next

q&a:

“does geto prefer liza music wise or does he prefer her as a person?”

“is liza being influenced by naoya or is she just egotistical?”

“is sukuna gonna go soft with y/n?”

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[j2lx]

Hey, I've been reading about your post a lot lately and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I've read that you are having a follower event to celebrate your 100th followed (Congratulations BTW). And I would love to participate by requesting fics with the Character: Maki Zenin and prompt number 3 "You should be more careful with yourself... You mean a lot to me." A context would be a reader would be a very talented sorcerer and due to that fact, they were assigned to a dangerous and exhausting mission. Maki was really worried and stressed out about their well-being.

The Price to Pay (Maki Zen'in x Reader)

Prompt: GN!#3 ("You should be more careful with yourself… You mean a lot to me, you know.") with Maki Zenin

Synopsis: You're a talented sorcerer, more than capable of handling tough and difficult missions. Of course, your girlfriend was no stranger to that fact, but it doesn't stop her from worrying about you overworking yourself.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait! Thank you for your support and for requesting! I really love your request ahhhh, giving so much context makes it so much easier for me to write! Hope you enjoy reading!

Warnings: angst to fluff, reader is stubborn, reader gets insecure and calls themself an "asshole", pet names (baby, precious)

Word count: 1.4k (including bonus part)

From the J2LX'S 100 followers event ♡

Ever since you've become a first grade sorcerer, you've been assigned more difficult and exhausting missions on a frequent basis. You wanted to prove that you were worthy of your promotion, so you started to work harder and harder, training even when you had free time. Your girlfriend, Maki, couldn't help but notice that your eyebags started to get worse, and that you started spending less time doing things you liked.

And it irked her. That the way the Jujutsu society worked was such that you couldn't even catch a break just because you had missions to finish, when those missions could very well be assigned to someone else. Maki knew just how horrible the Jujutsu world could get, and she knew she had to talk you into taking better care of yourself, lest the two of you suffer any consequences because of how stubborn you were being.

♡~♡~♡

Walking, no, stomping, towards you, Maki grabbed you by the hand as gently as she could in her rage. You turned back, only to be greeted with your girlfriend's frowning face, her eyes piercing into yours.

"Maki? What's wrong?" you asked, using your other hand to try to get her to let go of the one she was gripping onto.

"Y/n… you're pushing yourself too hard. Just take a rest for a few days please. Stop going on mission after mission," Maki said, her voice laced with both worry and anger.

You manage to get your hand out of her grip, before replying, "It's fine. I need to prove myself worthy of becoming a first grade sorcerer. I'm sorry if I'm not spending enough time with you or whatever but I really need to go now so-"

"It's not about that anymore! You're not even taking care of your own body or wellbeing! You don't even do things you like, hang out with the rest of us or whatever anymore!" Maki snapped. You rolled your eyes at her before turning around, raising your hand in farewell and leaving.

♡~♡~♡

While on your mission, you couldn't help but feel guilty for how you treated Maki. Because of the Zen'in clan, she couldn't even get promoted that quickly and now, she had to lose you to the "grade" system in the Jujutsu world.

She didn't deserve how you treated her. She was right after all. You have been pushing yourself and in the process, you've abandoned her. And yet, she still cares and looks out for you. You stared out of the car window, watching the scenery change as you got closer to the location of your mission.

You'll apologise when you got back to Jujutsu High, you decided.

But it was a struggle to even finish the mission. It wasn't particularly hard, yet it was so hard for you to keep awake. The enemy was probably a second grade curse, yet it seemed so much more powerful than you.

Your movements were slower, and your Jujutsu technique seemed harder to keep using over a long period of time. You had to push yourself harder than you normally did just to finish the curse off.

Maybe it was because you really were exhausted from the past 3 weeks of continuous missions and training, or maybe the guilt that weighed down on you caused your mind to be too clouded to think straight.

Regardless, what was over was over. And as you headed back to school, you couldn't help but feel even worse, knowing that Maki was right and yet, you had pushed yourself.

Maybe she didn't deserve to be with someone as stubborn as you.

♡~♡~♡

The moment you got back to school, you headed to your dorm and took a quick shower. Despite how tired you were, you pushed yourself to head to Maki's room. You knocked on her door, and by the time she opened it, she found you kneeling on the ground, too tired to even stand up properly.

She sighed before picking you up bridal style and then placing you on her bed. She poured you a cup of water, forcing you to drink it as she climbed into bed with you.

You finished the glass in no time, having been slightly dehydrated after your mission. "Maki, I'm-," you started, but she shook her head at you and told you to go to sleep.

"You can tell me later. For now, just get some rest," she mumbled. And almost immediately, you shut your eyes and fell into the best slumber you had in the past 3 weeks.

♡~♡~♡

When you woke up, Maki was still next to you on the bed. You sat up slowly, before reaching out to hold her hand. You expected her to be mad at you and retract her hand, but she didn't. Instead, she started stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.

You turned to face her and lowered your head, mainly because you knew that she'll probably be looking at you in worry and you didn't need to feel more guilty than you already did.

"I'm sorry for not listening to you… I'm a horrible partner aren't I? I didn't listen to your advice, abandoned you just because I got promoted and overall just became an asshole. I'm sorry Maki… it's ok if you don't wanna forgive me. I don't deserve being with you anyways," you admitted, tears starting to well up in your eyes. You didn't want Maki to leave you, never. But you started to realise that maybe, you really didn't deserve her.

"You should be more careful with yourself… You mean a lot to me, you know? I never really had anything I loved as much as you in my life, so I just wanted you to be safe. I love you so much, and seeing you overwork yourself hurt me, baby. I love you, precious, but you have to promise me not to overwork and push yourself too hard again, ok?" Maki said gently, her hands wiping away the stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

You nodded, promising her to spend more time with her as well. She smiled at you warmly, and you realised just how long it has been since you've seen her smile. It was so beautiful, like the Sun. The warmth it brought you was indescribable, and you couldn't help but want to see it more.

Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, you smiled back at her before saying, "I promise to be with you forever, baby. Please never forget I love you and whenever I start to abandon you, tell me and pull me back to reality because nothing in this world is more important than my girlfriend."

She laughs a little before reassuring you, "I love you forever too. And don't worry, I'll scold you properly the next time you abandon me." You give her a small playful shove and she shoves you back gently, the room soon filled with laughter.

~~~

Bonus:

A while after:

Y/n: *stomach starts rumbling*

Maki: Of course my baby is hungry, you haven't eaten much today have you?

Y/n: *shakes head* You wanna make dinner?

Maki: Not really… you?

Y/n: Heck no I wanna sleep more.

Maki: That's fine, we'll get take out.

Y/n: How? I don't wanna go out and I don't think you want to either.

Maki: Hang on, I'll get the food real quick.

Maki: *texts Panda and Inumaki something before switching her phone off* Ok food is on the way!

Y/n: Ohhhh what are we having?

Maki: *shrugs* Who knows

~~~

Meanwhile, in the common room in Jujutsu High:

Panda and Inumaki: *sitting on the couch watching some comedy show*

Phones: *notification sound*

Panda and Inumaki: *takes their phones and opens it up to see:

Maki 👿😰: As revenge for making me get takeout the last time:

Maki 👿😰: Maki👿😰 has sent 16 📷 Photos

Maki 👿😰: You know what to do. I'm expecting food in 45 minutes.}*

Panda: Maybe… we shouldn't have threatened to send Maki's unglamorous pictures to y/n last time…

Inumaki: Shake…

Panda: How did she even get all those pictures of us…

Inumaki: Okaka!

Panda: You're right, we better get her food!

Panda and Inumaki: *proceeds to run around, screaming out ideas of what to get*

Yuuta (back from overseas for a while): *enters room* What's going on???

Panda: Maki blackmailed us and wants us to get her food in… *checks clock* 30 minutes!

Inumaki: Shake!

Yuuta: *sighs and makes some food because he knows that Panda and Inumaki won't be able to get food in time*

Panda and Inumaki: *clings onto Yuuta while thanking him*

I couldn't resist writing the bonus part ahaha I thought it was a more unique way to end the fic! I tried to end the actual story (not just the bonus part) on a lighter note to change things up a little =) Hope you enjoyed reading!

© @j2lx, 2022

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[angelinpiink]

❥ note: getting back into writing after months of inactivity, hope you guys enjoy this!

maki is without a doubt the kind of dom to whisper the sweetest, loving things in your ear while fucking you so hard you're sure she's ruining your insides. "you look so pretty like this, baby." she'll say, referring to the way she'd got you folded up like a pretzel, face flushed and bawled up because you're struggling to take her cock. "so cute..you're whining about how you cant take it but that doesn't stop you from grinding into me, does it?" she grunts out between every thrust of her hips, her fingers grip at your thighs and it's clear she has no intention of stopping and every plea for her to slow down will be met with her fucking you harder. "please.." you'll whimper, you fingernails gripping at the sheets. your voice comes out as nothing more than a squeal from back to back rounds of sex. "what do you need, angel? hm?" she'll ask, her fingers brushing your hair out of your face so that she can look at you better. "want you to kiss me." what her girl wants, her girl gets. maki is always generous in the sense of letting you cum whenever you need to, partly because she feels guilty for being so rough on you, using her full strength to fuck her girthy strap into you. but also because she gets her own satisfaction from seeing how big of a mess you can make for her. "good girl" she's even nice enough to kiss your tears as you're riding out your orgasm :(

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[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 25. messed up

chapter tags/warnings: naoya fucks toji's ex-wife again. aggressive sex. creampie-ing. misogynistic! naoya. hurt/comfort. naoya views women as nothing but a hole. broken marriage. heavy angst. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. manipulation undertones. corruption. 

word count: 4.1k

notes: thank you always for all the support! on to the plot for our final arc! this beginning excerpt is a rewording from a line in “spy x family” (any fans out there?) that i believe captures the dynamics in our characters as well. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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❝ Every person has a self that one conceals, a side not shown to anyone else. Not to friends. Not to lovers. Not even to family. Behind lies and painted smiles, individuals shield their true natures and desires…and, in doing so, the world thus maintains its thin veneer of peace. ❞

Who in the world was Toji Zenin?

The Toji that you had always known was Toji Fushiguro, so what was your husband’s cognomen doing besides your sex therapist’s first name on the latter's university diploma?

Even Google seemed to deny that Toji Zenin existed.

Showing results instead for ‘Toji Fushiguro.’

No, that was not what you wanted! 

One step forward in understanding this enigmatic man might as well be three steps backward because, each time you thought you had learned something about him, you only come to the realization that nothing much had been discovered at all.

But as investigations via search engines, social media sites, and Wikipedia pages proved futile, sources that could quell your curiosity dwindled.

So, you turned to your last resort.

“Who’s Toji Zenin?”

“What—”

Across from you, the raspberry macaron in Mai’s hand stopped by her lips as the girl snapped her focus from the pastry to your unanticipated question, with Maki visibly turning stiff in the adjacent chair. The three of you sat surrounding a small table in the twin’s private lounge, located in the northern wing within the Zenin residence. 

Visiting the central family property was not uncommon ever since your engagement and wedding earlier this year, but the architecture would never fail to impress you. The mansion itself resembled the Imperial Palace more than anything—an edificial centerpiece defined by the elegance and simplicity inherent in traditional Japanese design, with latticework embellishing the wooden exterior and, inside, carefully painted doors opening into tatami rooms.

Given that Mai and Maki were back in Tokyo for their summer breaks from universities abroad, the sisters established themselves as your close friends and had brought you into their tea room, adorned with European furnishings that would come off as atypical compared to the Japanese heirlooms elsewhere in the residence. On the table sat an imported tea set from England, at the center a French-inspired pastry tower prepared with caramel-topped croquembouches, chocolate-covered profiteroles, and the like. 

In great admiration, the sisters had been barraging you with inquiries about your life back in your bachelorette days, asking about your volunteering trip to the Philippines or the charity auctions in Dubai.

Now, with the shift in discussion, the sisters exchanged an uneasy look.

An entire conversation appeared to be held in the way they traded glances. The usual sparkle in their eyes faded, which must mean the girls were remarkably uncomfortable, but Mai forced a polite smile as she placed down her macaron. 

“Y/N,” she began carefully, “May we ask how you know Toji?”

Even though she tried to spin the question as casual curiosity, her apprehension could not be more obvious. 

“I don’t know him, really,” you lied. While dishonesty went against your morals, watching the twins’ shoulders fall with relief was enough to assuage the guilt. “He’s just…” My friend, to put things in the mildest terms. “He’s just a name I have heard. That’s all.”

Maki dabbed at her mouth with a lace handkerchief, not making a big deal as she added, “Toji’s a cousin.”

So, the Zenin last name on his diploma was not a coincidence at all. 

Such a groundbreaking discovery should have thrown you into a whole whirlwind but, to be frank, the realization did not come off as too surprising at all. If anything, Toji as a member of the Zenin family was the perfect explanation to why Toji seemed so astute, why he would talk like he knew more about Naoya than you, and—as Geto had once said—why Toji was ‘not where he could possibly be.’ 

While Toji’s reason for opting for the Fushiguro name remained a mystery, what you did know now was that he was indeed affiliated with the twins before you by blood, which—by extension—must mean that Toji would also be a cousin to…

…your husband. 

Wait.

An unsettling chill ran down your spine.

“Cousins, as in,” part of you didn’t want to know the answer, “distant cousins? Or…?”

“No,” the older twin interjected matter-of-factly, not knowing the full background behind your seemingly innocuous question. “First cousins.” 

Ah, so the closest type of cousins possible, which was exactly what you had hoped not to hear. With this additional information, you tried to hide the clamminess in your palms. What would be the best word to describe this void now? Did you feel disappointed? Misled? Betrayed? Toji certainly had known that you were wed to his younger cousin, yet he willingly chose to hide his background as he kissed you, touched you, and fucked you.

A reversal from your sentiments before, you currently felt both disgusted and hurt.

Why did Toji keep this information from you? What sick person derived satisfaction from having sex with his first cousin’s wife? You were so damn stupid for placing all your trust in him. Looking at the situation now, he was just another iteration of the same manipulative and disrespectful man you had been trying so hard to avoid. 

“Are you close with Toji?” 

Mai shook her head. “No. We don’t talk to him anymore.” Her comment struck as odd. Anymore? Had they once been, then? Before you could ask, her gaze darted around in caution before she leaned forward and said lowly, “For your information, Naoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.”

That’s quite recent. 

You understood that Mai and Maki had been uncharacteristically tight-lipped as they did not want to slander the family heir in front of his wife. Blissful ignorance was what the twins must be thinking, hoping to preserve the peace between you and your husband. However, what you had yet to reveal was the broken marriage that had been masked for everyone’s sake, disguised by a pretense that all was well.

Which was why, on that note, the timing could not have been more perfect as a tall young man with ombre hair and hazel eyes flung open the door in one unforgiving slam, rattling the fine china and startling the seated individuals inside.

“There you are, you whore!” 

Your eyes widened with shock upon seeing Naoya Zenin in the entryway, your husband’s scowl icy and malicious. He came stomping toward you as his eyes held a dangerous hostility that was impossible to ignore, and you could oddly sense an impending doom when he stormed with zero regard for anything in his path, kicking aside a potted plant and toppling over a ceramic vase.

Standing up, you tried to hide the confusion that befuddled your already mish-mashed brain. 

Today was Tuesday.

Was he not supposed to be at work?

“Naoya,” you began calmly, cognizant of the onlooking sisters behind you, “this is not the right place to—”

“You’re such a fucking desperate bitch, aren’t you?” His words were sharp and bitter, his glare filled with hatred like a fire doused with gasoline. Before you could request clarification, he stopped steps away and swung his right hand up, pressing a black business card to your stunned face, the paper crinkled from his intense grip and rendering you petrified in your stance. 

No, this couldn’t be…

From your peripheral view, you watched Mai and Maki place their hands over their open mouths as they read Toji Fushiguro’s calligraphed name on the business card that also had in obvious words: 'sex therapist.' Shame racked your stomach. Merely minutes ago, you convinced the twins that Toji was to you nothing more than a name, and now, karma bit you back like a bitch. 

With your voice evaporated, you croaked.

“Where did you find that?” You had been sure that you placed the badge away.

Naoya used his anger to crumple the card and tossed the now useless paper ball to the side. “In your purse,” he gritted, “How long were you planning to hide this from me?”

The ensuing guilt suffocated you. “I—” I don’t know.

Sensing the weakness in your will, Naoya burst into a maniacal laughter that cracked through the air, creating a disconcerting symphony. He bent forward, shoulders convulsing with every diabolic and mirthful guffaw. 

“You’re so god fucking pathetic, woman. Do you have any idea who Toji Fushiguro is? That bastard is Toji Zenin, you ignorant slut—he is my cousin. Well, I guess I never told you about him, though, because he doesn’t fucking matter anymore anyway. I don’t know how you ended up crossing paths with him, but this is hilarious!” The man kept cackling and roaring like he had gone insane. “Were you two brewing shit about me? Actually, let me guess since you’d gotten hold of this business card: did you have sex with him? Did you have sex with Toji? Going around fucking your husband and then your husband’s cousin is nothing to be proud of. Tell me, did you meet the other sex therapists as well? Did you get stretched out by them, too? Whose dick did you like best? Whose? Whose? Is that what you like, being passed around and used like some sick trophy? What a fucking animal! How dare you disrespect our marriage. How dare you disrespect your own hus—”

Your hand lashed out before you could suppress the impulse and delivered one resounding slap across Naoya’s face. You watched him shut up and stumble backward, clutching his cheek. 

"Ow!"

For a moment, the world seemed frozen still: the sisters gaping in complete stupefaction, your husband staring at the ground wide-eyed, and you heaving from the incoming emotional onslaught.

”How dare you…How fucking dare you disrespect me!” The coalescence of anger, agony, and resentment—bottled up in your heart for months upon months—was now being released as you dissolved into tears. “What the hell is wrong with you?! How could you say such messed up things? You are sick in the head, Naoya, you know that? Out of respect for myself, how could I possibly respect you?!” The only sound echoing in the room became your uncontrollable cries, sobs that escaped past your lips in raw and muffled bursts. Torn apart by sorrow, you could hardly breathe from how constricted your throat had become, your knees wobbling and weak. “Y-You have no idea how lonely and miserable I have been since I walked down that aisle. For the past six months, you—as my husband—have done absolutely nothing but make me feel like a rat in my own home, a mistress in my own marriage!” 

“Fantastic! Exactly what I wanted to hear, I am glad I have made your life horrible!” Naoya snarled, not caring for how everyone else’s eyes widened at the scathing statement. Unbelievable. Truly, painfully unbelievable. Did your husband really just say that to your face? He could not give a shit that you wept pitifully, instead catching your shaky wrist in the tightest grasp possible as he added on, “My only regret is that I had not made your life even worse.” 

“What the fuck!” you heard Mai gasp as a gut reaction.

What the fucking fuck, indeed.

While you had been subject to Naoya’s verbal harassment during these many weeks, for him to tell you that he wished he had tortured you further was beyond heartless. The searing ache that burned your skin might as well be fatal because your respiration turned erratic like someone had trapped you inside a bubble.

Hyperventilating, you subsisted on shallow gasps.

“Don’t go around thinking that you’re any better, alright? You’re calling me pathetic for sleeping with your cousin, but have you considered that I had been placed in that position because, since the start, you’ve been cheating on your wife?” 

Yelling at his face allowed you to release more tears from your lachrymose eyes. Now, Mai and Maki must truly be appalled at all these revelations. What happened to the fairy-tale marriage you had told them about? Well, that never existed to begin with, and with these thoughts in mind, you found a sadistic satisfaction in watching your lawful spouse fume with deep-seated rage. 

“That’s right,” you mused with derision, “we’ve been two sides of the same coin all along.”

Naoya clenched his hands at his sides, disgusted to have been compared to you. “Do not put me on the same level as—”

“No. No, you don't get to talk! All you have done since we have been married is for you to talk and complain and bitch about everything, but now, this is my turn,” you screamed in return. “I…I hate you!” and you pointed right at him, “In fact, I despise you. You never tried to see what I had to tolerate to stay with an asshole like yourself because you had been too busy sticking your dick into another woman while you could hardly look at me! No wonder your cousins worried about me. No wonder Toji told me to file for a divorce. Because you, Naoya Zenin, are a total piece of shit!”

His momentary pause hinted at the tiniest self-actualization that flickered within him. Perhaps he finally realized how you had been feeling now that you freely spat out all the turmoil that had been chaining your soul. He took one additional step toward you, torn between whether he should keep up with his anger or succumb to remorse for hurting you.

But, knowing this man, he—of course—opted for the former. 

“I never,” he seethed lowly, “wanted this marriage.” 

Maybe you truly have become deranged or maybe you genuinely found his statement funny, for you began to emit tearful cackles in your laughter.

“Now, that is one big fucking lie.” Since your earliest encounter, Toji had suggested that Naoya solely regarded you as nothing more than ‘a sweet, innocent fuck,’ and the longer you had stayed with your husband, the more you began to acknowledge how these accusations were all true. “We all know that you’re going to be nothing without me. A CEO who could hardly keep his wife for half a year? What a loser. What makes you believe that I wanted to be married to you? Who do you even think would want to do business with you after this? You never had respect in the real world because all that respect rests upon me.”

While you never fully understood Naoya, your words must have snapped a particular chord in him because he suddenly lunged forward.

“Fucking cunt—” 

But before he could get too close, you darted away from him. “Don’t touch me!” you shrieked, voice shrill from the top of your lungs. “Do not ever touch me again. If you want to lay your dirty hands on someone, go touch your girlfriend instead!”

That’s right, he had another woman who he doted on far more than he could appreciate you. This wedding band, this engagement ring on your left hand meant absolutely nothing. Toji had been spot on—why the hell did you cling onto stupid shit like this, twisting the jewelry as if that would save your messed-up union? Without further empathy, you slid off the two rings and hurled them toward your husband’s chest before the circlets clinked upon hitting the ground.

At first, Naoya scoffed. He watched the ludicrous scene with a comical gaze, and when his brain processed what he just saw, he quickly fell onto his knees. All at once, he tossed his head back and let out a chortle—a full-bodied cachinnation that took the room completely aback—as his hysteria mounted.

“Good, good, good!” His screeches were like those of a maniac, his chuckles haunting, throaty, and lacking in sanity. “I’m glad that you’ve come to show the witch that you have been all along! Look at yourself! No wonder no one wanted you!”

Unable to be a bystander any longer, Mai stood up and hurled toward her cousin. “Shut the hell up, Naoya!” 

But the said man was quick, using one powerful movement to punch the older twin first. “You shut the hell up, scum. Unless you want to be pummeled to the point where people will feel sorry to look in your direction.”

“Watch what you say!” and when Naoya turned to the new voice, the evil glint gleaming from his brown eyes appeared ablaze.

“Oh? Someone’s bold, too. Shall I bully you first then, Maki?” the timbre in his disdainful laugh crescendoed into unhinged amusement. “Say one more word, little girl,” he taunted, his imp-like face riddled with mockery. “C’mon. I dare you. I will throw you into the courtyard and beat your ugly face up. That’ll bring back warm memories from the good old days, huh?”

The younger twin gritted her teeth, her sister reaching for her arm as a signal to back down and stay levelheaded.

Meanwhile, once Naoya rose from the floor, he nonchalantly kicked at the rings because those emblems of your union had always been meaningless garbage anyway.

“If wanted to leave this badly, then fucking leave,” he deadpanned, his tone the calmest he had been this whole time. “I don’t give a fuck anymore.” 

Those were your husband’s last words as he walked away, leaving you sobbing and shuddering with a lost soul and sore heart. While weeping and gasping, you had to endure watching his figure fade from view, all while wanting to stop the uncomfortable distress that heightened with his departure. You were huffing, panting, trying to stop your trembling.

The second Naoya slammed the door behind him, Maki ran up to your side and embraced your shaking form, all while you bawled and clutched at yourself. Her expression remained strong, but her palms were damp as they pressed onto your back, her arms quavering slightly as she soothed your cries.

“Sh, don’t cry. My sister and I are here, okay? Mai and I will protect you. Everything will be alright.”

Despite her reassurances, she sounded nearly as broken as you appeared, especially when your hand violently trembled because nothing could save you from the agony that drowned your tattered soul. You felt the disgusting urge to throw up—you were completely broken inside. In a futile attempt, you sought to regulate your breaths with one deep inhale.

Yet, at some point, Maki peeled back and she mouthed something.

Was she talking to you? 

Why…why could you not hear her?

She sounded so muffled, as though you were underwater.

Why did everything sound so far away?

With your throat constricted, you could not breathe. Gagging. Gasping. Big, huge gulps of air, but the oxygen failed to enter your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. You could not fucking breathe. 

You gripped the fabric by your chest and your other hand sought for something else to hold, but you ended up on the ground anyway. Choking. Coughing. Was something foaming at your mouth? Something warm and wet spilled from your orifices. Were you vomiting? Why were you vomiting?

Holding your body upright, Maki was the only reason that you had not remained on the floor like a fool, but even she stared at you with concern and…horror? Why did she look so scared? Was she screaming? She looked like she was screaming, but her face appeared all contorted like you were looking at her through a fish-eye lens. 

After a while, you could not even see her or her sister anymore because your vision turned spotty and then black. 

See! 

Open your eyes, and see! 

Why could you not see?

When your hearing returned to some degree, the sounds that filled your ears were frantic shouts and endless clamor.

“Call Toji! He’ll know what to do. Hurry, where is your phone?” It was Mai. Scrambling. Bags were being opened. Items being tossed. “Call Toji, now!”

A phone started to ring.

Buzzes and buzzes and more buzzes as the waiting intensified.

Then voicemail. 

Hello, this is Toji Fushiguro.  

“He is not picking up!” 

Unfortunately, I am unable to pick up the phone right now. 

“Get…”

But please leave your name and number—

“Get Megumi.” 

—and I will return your call as soon as possible.

“What about Tusmiki?”

“Tsumiki is still in London at university, idiot! Call…Call Megumi!”

“Okay. I know, I know! I’m calling him already!” someone screamed back. Was this Mai? Was this Maki? You could no longer tell, but the same person shouted, “Wait, wait. He is calling back. Toji is calling me back.”

“Then pick up the phone!”

“Toji…” one of the twins started, the cracks in her tone making her sound like she was weeping too, and her words composed your last bits of memory before the world dissolved completely. “Please…help us.”

Even labeling Naoya Zenin as ballistic would be far too much of an understatement.

The rage, wrath, and sheer indignation that swelled in his every capillary surpassed the twenty-five years' worth of virulent rancor that he had for his fucked-up family.

Since when did you get so goddamn arrogant? Naoya wanted to hurt you, ruin you, and do everything in his power to sabotage you. 

Not just you, though. Because that would be too easy.

But also his father, his cousins, his ex-coworkers, and—most importantly—Toji. 

Such ill feelings were what led the Zenin CEO to practically leap into the Mercedes-Benz that awaited him at the entrance to his family home, and he immediately ordered his chauffeur to press on the pedal toward a very certain condominium several kilometers away.

Fifteen minutes later, a very surprised Mari opened her door and an enraged Naoya greeted her, shoving her against the wall and colliding his lips into hers for a fierce kiss. His actions lacked passion, only charged with aggression as he stripped her and threw her onto the living room sofa. He could hardly care that he treated the woman as though she was nothing more than a prostitute, while the latter mistook her boyfriend’s rage for desperation, and she begged for him to pull at her hair and force his tongue down her mouth. 

At some point, Naoya drove his mistress’s face into the couch cushion and dragged her hips to have her ass raised high. He was too clouded by fury and too blinded by anger to think twice before he forcefully penetrated the woman. He fucked her raw and held her close, jostling her body as though she was a ragdoll, eliciting her loudest mewls that cried for his name. 

“J-Just like that!” she whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he pummeled into her dripping hole, paying no mercy for destroying her with his ruthless pace. Her knees gave out from under her, and she crumbled from the sofa and into the carpet, only for him to tumble too to follow the socket he needed to keep his dick soaked. 

“I need to break you,” he hissed.

Fuck, he was going to come soon. 

His nails left crescent marks on her flesh, his hands burning her scalp as he tugged her strands and met her buttocks with hard thrusts, and he knew he was going to come. 

Feeling the first of his seed trick into his mistress’s life-giving cavern, he toyed with the idea of giving Tsumiki and Megumi a baby sibling. That would be fun. He could then imagine the subsequent mortified reactions from his deplorable cousin and from his wretched wife (whom he would hardly call himself married to anymore, anyway). The fantasies, everything that he would do to spite those who had wronged him, had Naoya cackling as his viscous cum spurted from his tip and deep into his mistress’s womb.

He pulled out once he made sure that every single drop had been milked from him, his ejaculate dribbling from her pussy like someone had taken a bite from a cream-filled donut.

Rolling into the carpet and onto her back, a panting Mari took two fingers and pressed his precious seed back into her cunt. “That was so hot.” A lazy smile pulled across her face. “Thank you for the unexpected visit.”

Naoya completely dismissed her comments as he tucked himself back into his pants, not in the right mood to respond. 

“Cool. Clean this mess up,” he demanded instead, “I’m leaving for work.” 

He ignored the woman’s ensuing pleas to stay at least five minutes longer. Unlike her, he had better things to do, and he rushed out as he fetched his phone from his back pocket and surveyed for any messages he might have missed while he had been away. 

But when he turned on his screen, his most recent notification had his blood turn cold.

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end notes: The absolute fury in the argument, the complete panic between the twins, and the maniacal temperament in our husband…so much packed in this chapter! If you can’t tell already, my favorite POV to write from is Naoya’s, ha. Also, I took some creative liberty here to convey the intense emotions, so let me know what you think! Hugs to all.

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