#scumbag!yuuji

[catsgut]

how scumbag jjk characters fuck

ft. gojo, yuuji, geto, toji, and megumi. all 18+

warnings : honestly just nasty men

-gojo

ok so scumbag gojo seems like any other fuckboy, but believe me when i say he’s completely different. he knows he’s hot so he doesn’t bother trying to be nice to girls. they will sleep with him either way, so why would he fake it?

always video tapes his hookups. doesn’t matter where or with who. once he filmed himself fucking a girl in an alleyway, flipping the camera around from the pov angle of your ass bent over to his face, flashing the camera a peace sign and a silly face

cums inside without asking and moans i love you everytime without fail

missionary is his favorite, but he also isn’t picky. any position where he can show off his pretty face works for him

moans like a little bitch and says things that aren’t even really that hot, but it’s gojo…. “take this long fat cock!!” “gunna creampie your cooch!”

always makes sure to eat your pussy like he is starved! he moans into it so loudly like he’s the one getting head. honestly the best part about hooking up with him.. i can see him doing that thing where he shakes his head side to side really fast with his tongue out lmfao

tells you to leave .5 seconds after he cums. does not want to cuddle after but will tell you to text him!

doesn’t text back

anyway, you aren’t leaving unsatisfied, but you’re definitely getting that post nut clarity on your way home. was it worth the second hand embarrassment?

-yuuji

lives with his mom and seems like a sweet boy, but gojo and geto have corrupted him. kinda a ladies man… he’s so sweet like a little puppy dog. hard to say to to him.

does not care what position, but he is an ass man. asks if you wanna try anal like every time you guys see each other. when you tell him yes, and you will, he doesn’t like wearing a condom. kinda gross, but he’s cute so you let it slide

he fucks hard and fast with 0 rythme. you ask him to slow down, but ten seconds later he is back to his original pace.

another moaner like gojo. he will be whining in your ear the whole time

he has such a big mommy kink it’s crazy. will suck your tits and ask you to call him a good boy, but if he’s around his friends he’s telling them how nasty you were for him.

cums inside, but when he does pull out, it shoots the back of your head into your hair. will proceed to cuddle you after. it’s very confusing because he tells you he likes you, but once you leave don’t expect a text back unless it’s him asking for nudes.

honestly the nicest out of all of them, but in no way does he care about your feelings. his only concerns are when he’s going to get laid next.

-geto

the way geto will have you FOOLED. like he can be just as rude as gojo, but he’s nice about it?? you at first believe him to be an alright guy, until you show up to the trailer him and gojo share. it’s dirty and smells like blunt ash. he doesn’t seem to have a problem with his bare mattress being on the ground in the living room area, patting the spot next to him

plays music loudly and honestly his playlist is pretty good so you don’t mind.

loves fucking you in doggy and will stick a thumb in your ass. thinks it’s funny to “accidentally” try to stick his dick in the wrong hole

pulls out and cums wherever, but never inside. he claims it is because he’s “too much of a gentleman” yet he refuses to wear a condom.

he fucks so good though you can’t even complain. the dick is immaculate

doesn’t eat pussy, says it’s gross but will ask for a blowjob 10 minutes into hanging out with him. “i let you smoke my weed i think i deserve something in return.” he will ask you to politely please leave if you say no.

let’s you shower afterwards, but honestly after seeing the state his bathroom is in you don’t know if you want to

-toji

idk where to begin. the scummiest of scummy men. hits you up on his friends phone because he doesn’t own one himself… you know he’s a piece of shit, but this dick is so good?? it’s unreal..

he can’t hold a job down, but he knows how to beat that pussy up. he’s so sloppy and gross with it.

degrades tf out of you! pulling your hair, spitting on you, ect.. anything downright dirty he’s into it. lowkey likes feet and probably sucks toes while he’s balls deep in you

doesn’t use lube, but soooooo much spit wooo man salivates so much

EATS ASSSSSSS i just know he does. will spit on it and try shoving his tongue as deep as it’ll go

his favorite position is pushing your knees to your chest. he’s able to fuck into you deeper that way. takes rearranging your guts to a whole other level.

PULL OUT GAME STRONG AF. man does notttt!! want another kid. he doesn’t even take care of the one he has now. still no condom though

you will most likely get a uti no matter how many times you piss afterwards, sorry. thats just the chance you have to take, but its honestly so worth it.

he is the one dipping out after sex because it’s never his house he fucks you at. (he doesn’t have a place of his own)

-megumi

you know he isn’t very nice, but he also isn’t down right mean? like geto, will smoke you out in his car and expect head afterwards. doesn’t tell you to leave if you say no, but will jerk off anyways.

boob man all the way. he doesn’t care about size, but likes to make you feel insecure about them. he’ll tease you about having a chest too small/big

likes when you squat ride him. he’s lazy and doesn’t feel like putting in the work. he won’t make eye contact what so ever, eyes only focused on your tits and pussy.

if you get tired in your position on top he will sigh and just lay there till you’re ready to start bouncing again.

doesn’t dirty talk or moan really. it’s mostly grunts and heavy breathing, but when you’re sucking his dick you can sometimes squeeze a whimper or two out.

like his daddy, his pull out game is above and beyond. doesn’t even want to take a chance with getting you pregnant and honestly doesn’t mind wearing a condom. if he isn’t wearing one then he likes to cum on your face and in your eyes.

he’s kind of sadistic, but just way too lazy to do anything about it.

let’s you shower after sex, but he only has a bar of soap that has pubes stuck to it in his shower. you wonder why his skin is so clear…

doesn’t care that much if you hang out after sex, but he won’t talk to you. just sits there on his phone. he’s actually not horrible about texting back, but don’t get attached because he is absolutely talking to several other girls.

#im addicted to them #there’s something about scumbags #fuckkkk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #scumbag!toji #scumbag!gojo #scumbag!yuuji #scumbag!megumi #scumbag!geto #toji smut #gojo smut #toji x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #yuuji smut #itadori smut #megumi smut #megumi x reader

[heich0e]

big brother sukuna who goes out one night and runs into one of his scumbag "friends" (if you can really call him that, considering how little sukuna knows or cares about him) who tells him that his beloved little brother reached out to him recently. at the mention on yuuji, sukuna's blood runs cold. he might not know this guy well, but he knows his reputation. knows how he makes his money. knows there's only one reason yuuji would be reaching out to him behind sukuna's back. when he gets home he storms into yuuji's room and hauls him up by the collar of his sweatshirt, his little brother hunched over his desk working on some college report of some kind that sukuna couldn't give less of a shit about at that moment, and begins interrogating him about what he bought from that guy and why. yuuji confesses everything, tells sukuna how you and him had been talking about trying out some illicit substance or another and that there's a party the two of you were planning to go to this weekend and you had asked yuuji to try and get it. yuuji, weak as ever to your whims, remembered meeting that guy once or twice through sukuna. thought it would be safe. sukuna is seeing red. not just because of how unbelievably stupid this whole idea is, but because he's picturing you—pupils wide, skin dewy, inhibitions lowered and head spinning with the thrill that the drugs would give you—and the thought of letting anyone that isn't him see you like that makes him feel almost rabid.

#whoops this was supposed to be a draft lmao #tw drugs #big brother!sukuna

[earth2rin]

emo megs?

megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: just thoughts about megs <3 non-sourcer au, not proofread ;)

cw: piercings, megumi being a bit insecure, maybe like one curseword

scumbag!megumi who unironically is an alt/emo kid in the modern world.

scumbag!megumi who’s eyebrow and snakebite piercings ward off any suitors.

scumbag!megumi who’s apparel makes people think he’s weird and they tend to avoid any interactions with him.

scumbag!megumi who is too enthralled with the yabujin playing through his wired headphones to realize there’s a new student that just walked into the classroom.

scumbag!megumi who fails to notice your presence when the teacher sat you right next to him. there were always empty seats around him.

scumbag!megumi who doesn’t realize he has you in 3 other classes.

scumbag!megumi who only began to notice you when you would send a small smile and wave towards him in the morning. he thought you were kind of pretty.

scumbag!megumi who would greet you with a ‘sup’ whenever you finally gained the courage to actually say hi to him in the morning.

scumbag!megumi who would ask you for the notes from the previous day since he wasn’t there for the lecture. you always replied with a chirpy ‘of course!’ and would hand it to him with a smile.

scumbag!megumi who gave you the vibes that he never really was listening to the small conversation you tried to spark between you two. he actually was trying to spare your social status as people would deem you weird for talking to the outcast. little did he know you didn’t care one bit, you thought he was cool and were determined to be his friend.

scumbag!megumi who always thought why is a pretty little sweet thing like you trying to befriend a loser like him.

scumbag!megumi who can’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually let you in and get to know him. would you think he’s odd like everyone else does, or would you actually like being his friend?

scumbag!megumi who gives in and entertains your conversations, actually enjoying talking to you and your personality as a whole.

scumbag!megumi who you learn, loves to actually yap. like a lot, which is surprising since the first few days you saw him he was always listening to music and doing his work, avoiding any interaction with people.

scumbag!megumi and his snakebite piercings that have you hypnotized and you can’t help staring at whenever he went into deep conversation about something he liked. you really hope he didn’t notice the staring.

scumbag!megumi who asks for your number whenever you tell him you never heard of the kind of music he listens to, but you really like and want to learn more artists and songs in the same genre.

scumbag!megumi who’s cheeks tint a slight shade of pink whenever he hands you his phone, embarrassed on how his contacts consist of only 6 people; yuuji, nobara, gojo, maki, toge, toji, and now you. you smile as you put your contact info in, putting your name as ‘y/n :3’

scumbag!megumi who now shares his headphones with you in class, one wired bud in his ear and the other in yours. you had to scoot closer to him, your shoulders barely brushing and you couldn’t help the small blush that dusted your cheeks.

scumbag!megumi who invites you to his place one random weekend, saying that he and his friends were gonna watch horror movies on friday and he would like it if you'd come. of course you say yes, a little too fast for your liking.

scumbag!megumi who lectures his friends to please don’t be weird. and don’t say anything that would make her uncomfortable! they laugh at how his cheeks are red but they agree, promising they’ll be nice.

scumbag!megumi who introduces you to his friends. “that's yuuji and that's nobora. they’re idiots so don't mind too much about what they say.” yuuji gasps, “hey you told us to be nice but you're the one that's being mean!” you blink and smile and megumi’s eye twitches.

scumbag!megumi who rolls his eyes when nobara whines, “finally! another girl! i thought i was gonna die if i had to sit here one more weekend with these guys watching movies by myself. too bad you met that loser first.”

scumbag!megumi who gives you a blanket and pillow so you can lay down, you say thank you but tell him that you were just going to sit next to him. he lays the blanket over you two anyways.

scumbag!megumi who tells you to stay on the couch, that he’ll get you a slice of the pizza that had just arrived. you give him a sweet smile and say thank you, he just nods.

scumbag!megumi who’s sitting so close to you, you can smell his cologne. you’re getting dizzy from the proximity of how close he is. you think you might faint. you decide to lean your head on his shoulder and his heart thumps wildly in his ribs.

scumbag!megumi who’s hand is right next to yours, your fingers brushing each others constantly. he rubs his pinky on yours, you don't retract so he takes it as a win. he finally gets the balls to hold your hand when you jump, being scared from the movie. you’re both blushing, but no one seems to notice because of how dark it is.

scumbag!megumi who offers to drive you home after you watch about 5 different movies. it was now rounding 3 in the morning, yuuji and nobara were asleep on the couch which he knew they were going to sleep over, but he didn’t want to ask you if you’d like to as well, he feared he’d make you uncomfortable. you say ‘if it’s not too much trouble yes please. but i’m perfectly fine calling someone from home to pick me up!’ he waves you off, insisting that he doesn’t mind one bit.

scumbag!megumi who drives a modded 2013 dodge charger rt, it’s blacked out and loud. he opens the door for you before quickly entering the driver's side. he drives with the windows down, admiring the wind blowing through your hair. you looked absolutely stunning.

scumbag!megumi who walks you to your door whenever you reach your destination.

“i had a lot of fun tonight megs.” you smile up at him, batting your eyelashes. he still blushes when you call him that, even though it's been about over a month since you started to call him that.

he scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “yeah me too. i really like hanging out with you.” you nod and say you do too.

you step a bit closer to him, “will you text me when you get home?” he turns his head back towards you, entranced at how beautifully you’re looking up at him. he feels like the wind was knocked out of him. he nods, and slightly gulps when you lean in to him, fluttering your eyelids. his nerves kick in and his hands get sweaty, holy shit does she want me to kiss her?

he decided he’ll be brave, for once in his life he’s going to get what he wants.

he puts one hand on your waist, the other quickly being wiped off on his jeans before he places it on your cheek. your lips meet and the kiss is sweet but firm. the irony taste from his lip rings is bitter, but addicting, his lips are so soft and taste of cherries. the kiss makes your head spin, you steady yourself by putting both of your palms on his firm chest. you both pull away slightly, looking into each other's eyes before leaning back in. this time the kiss is more heated, a bit needy, a bit shy. you both finally pull away, he moves his hands to both sides of your face, thumbing your cheeks. he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll call you, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip slightly.

“okay, goodnight megs.”

“goodnight y/n”

you open the door coolly, once it’s closed, you squeal and bring a hand up to your lips, where his had just been. he hears you through the door and chuckles, walking to his car. he waits a couple of seconds before he sends you a text.

megs :)): you in bed?

y/n :3: attachment: 1 image

y/n :3: yes !!!

megs :)): good, call you when i get home.

y/n :3: okay :)))

#thinking thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #i love emos #me when i see piercings: WOOF WOOF WOOF #am barking #megumi is sweet in any universe :3 #fluff #sweet and fluffy #puppy love

[tteokdoroki]

aali!!! yes weird girl's older sister knows that college boys are scummy and stinky 🤢 and what if what if!!! she had history with someone like that and!!! its yuuji's former scumbag older brother sukuna 🥹🥹🥹 (i mean if he exists in this au) (*sighs*i think of your au atleast twice a day 🥹🥹🥹)

STOP!!! because when you sent the first ask i literally thought about this but i was like .. IS THAT WEIRD?? now i know, no !! no it’s not !!

sukuna is part of the reason that yuuji takes his academics so seriously :(!! he wants to do his (former scumbag) big brother proud after looking out for him his whole life !!

imagine like older sister’s suprise when she sees yuuji and gets like war flashbacks to her college fling with sukuna 😭 starts questioning poor yuuji and treating him as though he’s just like his slimey older brother who broke big sister’s heart!!!

imagine your surprise when you find your sweet and lovable boyfriend is related to the man that your sister cried over for years and not being able to believe that they even share the same blood.

yuuji has to put in the extra work to prove that he’s a good guy!!! and definitely has some choice words for sukuna after reevaluating all the talks they’ve had about girls - brother to brother hehe

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #callachuci #<3 #⋆｡°✩ — jock bf!yuuji

[nessieartss]

I LOVE THE PART 3. It's so refreshing to see that Sukuna is realistically an older brother because they are scumbags for no reason but will die for yuuji if it meant for his safety

sukuna in your au is probably happy about shibuya incident because 1) gojo is sealed 2) he finally gets a fight with stronger opponents and 3) boosts his ego so much because he saved everyone

I can imagine saying him WOOHOO when he heard about gojo got sealed and everyone looked at him weirdly

Hi! Thank you anon! I really appreciate it! 💖

Sukuna is an asshole even to yuuji sometimes, but he still has this soft spot for him (just your average sibling interaction ever) and yes, he'll make sure nothing bad/dangerous will happen to yuuji, but he still gives him room to improve so that yuuji doesnt rely too much on sukuna.

Like in the part 3, sukuna was just an observant but still make sure yuuji is in his sight and didn't jump in unless absolutely necessary. If he thought it's still too risky for yuuji to take missions alone, then he would report to gojo that he'd still need assistance until yuuji can manage himself. Okay im rambling too much now lmao

I have to agree with number 2 because that's literally canon sukuna and number 3 is literally my sukuna 🤣 and for number 1, i actually didnt plan to make gojo sealed in my au, but let's say it happened, then yes he would be the happiest guy in the world lol

#jjk sibling au #student sukuna au #anon #ask #answer

[chaotic-nick]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆enough's enough: connie springer x reader

yesterday's poll was a tie between actor au yuuji and an aot situationship fic (brainrotting so hard for both au's) so here's a Connie fic!

plot: where you're really done with Connie

wc: 899 - no warnings

additional stuff: Sasha calls reader a 'bitch', writing's extremely rusty T-T, media au mention of Miche

here's more situationship connie, and more by @happybird16

“Thank you, baby.”

She read last night’s text from Connie. And in every word she read in all the manuscripts given to her, all of them seemed the same. Coffee shop menus and online restaurant menus were all a ‘Thank you’ or ’baby’. It was all her brain wanted her to see now.

Then she looked at the actors in the documentary they were shooting. No. Even her brain didn’t allow her to see anything beyond Connie’s honey eyes and the girl’s tired smile. Then to the commercial boards with endorsements— no, it became a combination of both.

Connie was stupid. That she knew. His cruel mind was smart enough to accidentally send her the message and the picture— still, a stupid move. Maybe she was the first of the many people he slept around with (it was her delusion trying to comfort her), she was the first in his contacts that he didn’t think twice to *accidentally* send it to another person.

Did he leave the girl wondering about when he’ll commit to her, too? Sasha’s hand found the top of (Y/n’)s, knees bent to look at her eyes, “Hey,” her mouth moved. Spouting out sentences about the shoot beginning in fifteen mionutes, the people loving her script, and something with the actor’s catering services.

Somehow, Jean, the production assistant, joined them. “You look pale.”

"Stayed up late,” pointing to her rolled up copy of the script, “for this.”

“Yay, third coverage.” Yawned Sasha.

Third shoot or coverage of whatever the hell put her in the hills between Shiganshina and Ragako, Connie was quick to replace her. How disposable am I?

Following Sasha and Jean in admiring the set, (Y/n) crossed her arms to keep herself standing. Those lights. It added more pain to her head— even brought a watery screen to her eyes, painting a blurry picture of Connie and that girl.

An actor came in, excitedly yelling about how pretty the ‘new blood’ made the set. Her voice, shrill. Words coming out one after another, though all muffled. As if teasing (Y/n)’s crying heart,

“Thank you, baby”

Words that were enough to push her off balance.

“(Y/n)!”

To hell with looking like he threw whatever he clean clothes he found— it was true. As if he looked any better, Reiner wasn’t shy to point out how, “you look like the definition of a scumbag,” when Connie opened the car door.

With a roll of his eyes, one fist clenching his annoyance, and the other careful not to crush the brownies, “Just drive, will you?”

Worry occupied the empty space in his head, only her name echoed in the space between his ears. She’s not the one to pass out so easily. Nor the one to get sick and still wake up to work. Right? Unless Sasha and Jean caught whiff of their ‘arrangement’ decided to exaggerate a minor accident on set.

Though Jean’s picture of her in the groupchat wasn’t an exaggeration. “Passed out, hospital.” It only read.

Briefly passing by the hospital’s many windows, he agreed with Reiner when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. Black sweatpants and a jacket he now zipped up to look more presentable.

Of course her brownie’s from Miche’s bakery.

Carefully opening the curtain, he poked his head in to see Jean and Sasha leaning against each other in deep sleep. A pile of their bags pushed to the corner. “(Y/n)!” He called to her, seeing that her eyes adjusted to the light.

Nearly crying from weakness, (Y/n)’s face hardened in anger when she found him already standing at the foot of her bed. It could never be with Connie, he was still in bed with his girl, it couldn’t be himi just standing by her bedside now.

“Hey, what . . . happened?” He even asked in a careful tone that made her stomach churn in anger. “Sasha told me you passed out. Actually, everyone’s worried about you.”

“Just . . .” moving away from the hand that would’ve played with her hair now, “go home, Connie”

He heard her clear. “Hmm?”

“Go home.” No, she must be saying that because of how sick she felt.

His finger tried to lift her chin up, “I was worried, so I came—”

“As if it’ll make me better.”

“Haven’t made you—”

“So, go home, Connie.”

His lips tugged up to almost a smirk, her knew how she joked around. “Sure?”

Like he wanted, (Y/n) lifted her gaze up to him. Showing his playful smile her hardened jaw, “Connie, I don’t like you.”

“Wha . . .”

“Enough’s enough.”

“H-hey, did I do . . .something?”

“I don’t wanna do anything with you. Just . . . please,” she sighed, “leave me alone.”

Behind him, Sasha still deep in sleep mumbled, “Dude— man, she’s not really joking around. Bitch’s sick. Go.”

“Yeah . . .” agreed Jean, stretching his legs. “She’s got a fever, you don’t wanna get that.”

“Your brownies are . . .” holding her hardened stare in his confused eyes, Connie slowly backed away. “Rest well alright?”

Outside, waiting for Reiner, Connie’s mind lost in the whathe had said, pulled his phone out. Thumb rapidly checking all of the messaging apps they talked in.

When, “Fuck”.

#nick writes fics #connie springer x y/n #connie springer x reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n

[mintmatcha]

god when you said absolute scumbag sukuna.. mint i still regularly think of that yuuji's older brother sukuna fic where he hustles reader cause he wants to touch her pussy sksndjdjd literally lives in my head rent free

grips you i think about it daily. i have situations where he crowds you at a party and fucks you slow, hand over your mouth so no one hears you-

[rinhaler]

I need to know every little detail of plug Sukuna bc I'm ultimately obsessed with him. How does he likes his coffee in the morning? whats his fave song? color? he sleeps on light clothing or naked? favorite food? Pls luxie give me any crumbs of his personality, you write him in such and interesting way that I can't have enough of him🤲🏼🥺

AAAAA omg I’ve just seen this for some reason idk why I didn’t see it earlier??

I know that man starts his day with a bong hit Idgaf he’s a pothead through and through. I can imagine him falling asleep in his joggers and a hoodie most of the time, whatever he’s wearing during the day, and just passing out in his clothes when he’s too tired. If he actually has the energy to remember to undress though I know his lazy ass isn’t wearing clothes to bed.

Ass naked with barely any bedding covering him. (Though I can picture him curling up in his duvet when it gets colder on a morning and then he wakes up with his teeth chattering).

Anyway yes he deff starts his day smoking and then probably goes back to sleep. When he wakes up for real it’s probably in the afternoon ranging from 12-2pm depending on what he did the night before and how tired he is.

I don’t see him as a coffee guy but if he was to drink it he’d have it super milky. If he has a girl over and wants to put on an act he’d drink it black but ultimately I think he’d hate the taste, so if he drank it willingly he’d like it milky asf 😭 I think he’d be more inclined to have cereal after he wakes up. Something sugary and sweet to take the gross weed taste out of his mouth before he brushes his teeth!

Despite his horrendous diet and smoking habits I think he likes working out and keeping in shape because, duh, how else is he gonna maintain that gorgeous body of his?? I think he specifically makes Yuuji buy healthy food so he has to eat it but I think his guilty pleasures are, again, sweet things. He looooves when the reader comes over and is in the mood to bake bc the cookies she makes make his dick hard for real.

I don’t think he has a favourite colour but given his wardrobe in my mind I think if someone asked him he’d probably say black, white or red! Grey too, maybe. I love asking people their favourite colour but I think if I asked him he’d be the type of mf to be like “what do you mean what’s my favourite colour? I’m not five?” 🙄 ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY now that I’m thinking about it, he’s definitely scummy enough to ask girls he’s interested about their favourite colour though!! And when they tell him he’s like “that’s my favourite colour too.” Doesn’t matter what colour she says, it’s his favourite colour 😭 (usually works too, literal scumbag… I want him so bad 😩)

Also nonnie I got a great ask about some of my characters favourite songs a little while ago and plug Sukuna was included! I added his three favourite songs so you can see that here!

Thank you for this sweetheart omggggg I love talking about this loser boy I love him dearly and I’m so happy that people love sending me fun asks about him like this! I hope ur having a wonderful day, take care my love! 💕💕

#💌 — luxe mail #AITA Sukuna

[impishsensei-a]

@jikoku asked: "please don't go... don't leave me." angsty prompts pt. 1 || accepting

satoru doesn't really remember much about the moment it happens. one second, he's floating atop the world. he hasn't felt this good since he finally figured out how rct works and mastered both his red and hollow purple abilities. he's grinning wide, blood coursing through his veins as he stands proud over his victory. he's won — all that's left is to get megumi back, give suguru a proper burial, and work toward truly restructuring jujutsu society... if it could even be called that anymore.

and then he's on the floor.

he can't even process what happened. he doesn't even feel pain — he can hardly feel anything at all, really. he hears sukuna's words, and he manages a bloody smile. it sure was fun. when he blinks next he's not even there anymore. he's at an airport of all places, and all his old friends are there. it hits him then what really just happened and damn. he's conflicted. he thinks the joy of seeing them all again, of having the fight of his life, it keeps his spirits high. he does believe in his students, he knows they will pull through just like they did before. they're stronger together. the others all take their leave, and satoru's alone with his thoughts. does time pass here? is this even really the afterlife or some figment of his imagination? is his soul just floating in some sort of abyss, trying to conjure up some sort of reality? is it time to start getting philosophical?

he's conflicted. he has full faith in his students, but there's still this sense of guilt that gnaws at him. his remaining friends will caryr on, his students will prevail, he's not married, no significant other, he doesn't have any children — megumi. because he knows that yuuji will get the other boy his body back, all that's left is megumi. damn. he scratches at his hair, frustrated. he never did get to tell megumi about scumbag father. he'd always wanted to see megumi grow strong, on his level. he wanted to see megumi graduate and maybe become a teacher like him.

he always wanted to tell megumi how he felt, too. it was often on the tip of his tongue, but he never quite knew how to get the words out. how do you even tell someone you view them as family? do you need to? deep down, satoru knows he doesn't. megumi knows. he has to know. he's done everything a parent could do with what little time he's had. megumi's a perceptive kid, so he had to realize somewhere along the way, right? but still, satoru never told the kid he loved him as his own. megumi was always a bit of the insecure type — a given considering he was abandoned along with his sister. he might not have wanted to assume...

the stars must have aligned perfectly, because he suddenly hears the sniffling of a small child, and those cries sound eerily familiar. he turns, and sure enough, there's a small megumi standing in the middle of the terminal, small frame shivering as he rubs at his eyes with one hand, a small teddy clutched to his chest with the other.

megumi? what is he doing here? did he also...? 

satoru's lower lip trembles then, fists clenching at his sides as he moves to stand. his hair hangs in front of his face, and he shakes it out, trying to recompose himself. maybe he didn't feel so sad about his own death, but megumi? he's just a kid. he had his whole life ahead of him. was this... his own fault? he walks over to him then, managing a smile as he kneels to his level. 

❝ megumi-chan? it's me, satoru. y'know? your satoru-nii? tell me what's wrong, ❞ he speaks softly, far more adept at dealing with a small child than he was when he'd first met megumi. 9 years sure flew by, huh? somehow, in his eyes, he never quite stopped seeing megumi as that little boy he'd first met and took under his wing. 

megumi looks up at him then, eyes bleary with tears and his whole expression twisted in a sob. the water works really start flowing then as little megumi starts blubbering. it's hard for satoru to even make sense of, but he gets bits and pieces here and there. 

❛ tsumiki is... ❜

❛ it's all my fault. ❜

❛ i wasn't strong enough. ❜

❛ i saw everything. ❜

❛ it's my fault he killed you. ❜ 

❛ i'm so sorry. ❜

❛ please don't go... don't leave me. ❜

it's all so devastating to hear, and satoru's honestly at a loss for words for a moment. he hadn't even considered how heavily it might have all weighed on megumi, and he feels guilty for it. even when trying so hard to protect him and ensure he could enjoy his youth, satoru still...

❝ it's okay, megumi. i'm not angry. it's not your fault, and i could never blame you. i know you tried your best. i'm sad that you're here too, because i wanted you to live on with your friends. at the same time, i feel kind of relieved to see you. is that a bit selfish? ❞ he's wiping at megumi's tears, smiling up at him as he brushes the small boy's hair out of his face. megumi seems to be calming down a bit as satoru speaks to him, so he continues. 

❝ i never got to say it before, but you mean a lot to me, megumi. like a little brother — a son. a long time ago, i resigned myself to this idea that i'd never have a family. i couldn't bring myself to put that weight onto others, and i'd never be able to prioritize them. i was alright with being lonely. i figured being the strongest was the trade-off, ❞ he says, and megumi's stopped by now, just snifflinf softly as he listens to satoru speak.

❝ but then i met you, and you were this huge brat that was mean to me and seemed so ungrateful and always kept me at arm's length. i was annoyed but endeared, too, because i could tell you were hesitant to let anyone in — a lot like me. we were both lonely in our own way, but i met you at the perfect time. you were a blessing. you are a blessing. even now. i never once regretted taking you in, not even when i had to face that villain in your body. ❞ finally, satoru pulls megumi into a firm hug, his own shoulders shaking a bit as he'd finally gotten all of that off his chest. he doesn't know if it's what megumi needed to hear, but it's what satoru's wanted to say. his fingers affectionately cradle the back of megumi's head, soothingly ruffling his hair as he hugs him tight and buries his face into his shoulder.    

❝ i love you, kid. i never needed any of my own because i had you. my blessing. we've got the rest of forever ahead of us now. you, me, and tsumiki too. so please don't cry, megumi-chan. i won't leave you ever again. i promise. ❞

#( answered. ) #// hmm... since u wanted to fuck around now ur gonna find out #cw character death #under the read more for length omg... #i may have gone overboard... #( you can count on me; v: babygumi and dadjo. ) #( my baby here on earth; jikoku. ) #jikoku

[skelemen]

Bloodhounds - Chapter 2/? (A JJK Fic)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major and Minor Character Death Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Aged-Up Characters, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blind!Gojo, Suguru and Kenjaku are the same person in this, I swear this fic isn’t about boxing Characters (in this chapter): Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Wasuke, Yoshino Junpei (mentioned) Word Count: 2,745

Originally posted to AO3, which you can check out here!

Summary: Megumi updates Satoru on one of the borrowers of his zero-interest loans. Yuuji and Nobara go shopping and discuss what they should value as boxers.

The neighborhood was quiet at that time of day, so the only sounds heard were sneakers hitting the concrete as two people ran through the streets — one trying their very best to escape the other. Fushiguro Megumi had no intent to let his target escape, even if he had to chase this guy all day and night. Judging by the distance that started to lessen, Megumi didn’t think he would have to chase him for even another thirty minutes. He just wanted to get his hands on Yoshino Junpei to help make his own day a little bit better.

“Get back here, you stupid fuck!”

When he finally did catch him, it was by tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around for a few seconds before Megumi had Yoshino pinned beneath him. He threw one, two, three alternating punches in quick succession, not all of them hitting exactly where he aimed. Yoshino groaned in pain beneath him, and Megumi pulled out the taser he kept on him for moments like this. The scum beneath him spasmed for a few seconds until he went entirely limp.

Megumi grabbed his wrist, looking at the watch there. He shrugged indifferently, pulled it off Yoshino, and shoved it into his pocket. He pat Yoshino down further, finding a stack of IDs in his pocket. Megumi’s scowl deepened, and he shoved the IDs into his own pocket as well before walking away. There wasn’t much else he could do for now, but Megumi was just happy to have achieved that small feat on his own. He could try again later on a different day whenever Yoshino had the rest of his group with him.

“Hey!”

He turned around to find a guy with pink hair charging down the road at him, and Megumi was surprised he hadn’t heard him until that point.

Is this guy friends with Yoshino? Megumi thought to himself.

He didn’t have much longer than that to consider it before he started running away as fast as he could. The pink-haired guy kept up incredibly well, though. That was… until a perfect blind spot approached over the top of the hill, and Megumi shoved himself into the small space between two of the buildings before the other man could round the corner.

It was easy to push the taser into the pink-haired guy’s side and press the button. It was even easier to straddle the guy with all of his weight and press the taser under his chin threateningly.

He didn’t expect the answers he got from the guy, though. Who involves themselves in other people’s business in such a manner? Yoshino could have robbed Megumi two neighborhoods over, and this guy would never have known such a thing. By all means, Yoshino was technically a thief.

“Stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you,” Megumi told him. “That guy is not someone who needs your help. He’s a fucking scumbag.”

Before the guy beneath him could say anything further, he activated the taser again until he passed out. Megumi started to finally walk away, but then he sighed and looked over his shoulder at the guy. There was no way to know for sure that he was friends with Yoshino, and the scene between the two of them probably looked bad to a passerby. So Megumi rolled his eyes and picked the guy up off the ground and positioned him against a nearby wall so that he was comfortable.

Instead of walking, Megumi decided he should get away faster in case the persistent guy woke up sooner than expected. He seemed rather heavy when Megumi tried to move him, but it had to have been muscle mass. If the other guy dodged Megumi’s punches so easily and he was that in shape, Megumi could only assume that he would lose in a fight against him. So jogging back to the bookshop it was.

The bookshop was in a building filled with other tiny shops and businesses, cramped hallways, and dim lights. It had a slight smell to it, but one that Megumi had gotten accustomed to over the many years he’d gone there. A bell rang over the shop door when he walked inside while removing his mask, and soft talking drifted toward him from further in the shop. He followed the sound to find a woman sitting on one of the couches extending a thick envelope out in front of her.

“I am so grateful that you helped me when my son was sick, and I wanted to pay you back as quickly as I could,” she said, her voice wobbling from the overwhelming emotions she felt. It was a common scene to Megumi, but it didn’t stop his heart from panging each time. “This is the full amount I owe you. Thank you again. Thank you so much.”

“That’s really not necessary,” the person across from her said. Gojo Satoru had one of his ankles resting on the other knee, and dark, round sunglasses hid his eyes from anyone who tried to get a glimpse of them, a metal framework blocking those glimpses from the side. “I already told you that it’s a zero-interest loan, and I don’t need you to pay me back any time soon. You need the money more than I do during a time like this. Your concern should be on your son’s recovery instead of how you’re going to pay your bills.”

The woman shook her head, sniffing quietly but still smiling as she said, “It’s because of your generosity that I was able to do that. Now he’s all better, and we’re completely caught up on our loans and bills. So I really can’t thank you enough, Gojo.”

Satoru smiled and waved it off again, but Megumi appeared at the woman’s side and bowed slightly to her. She looked up at him in question as he extended out his hands with his palms up. He told her, “Gojo won’t accept it himself, so I can take it and put it away. Thank you very much for paying us back. Don’t hesitate to let us know if you need help in the future.”

Once she handed over the money to him, she stood up and bowed a few times toward Satoru. Megumi helped show her out of the bookshop, locking the door behind her. He tucked the envelope into his back pocket and returned to where Satoru was still reclined on the other couch. His smile had dropped away to that almost sad expression that Megumi had seen him wear when he thought no one was around to see it.

He intentionally made noise as he approached again, causing Satoru to turn in his direction and frown deeper. Megumi dropped onto the couch with a groan, putting his feet up on the coffee table between the two of them.

“Where have you been?” Satoru asked.

“Out,” Megumi replied, pulling out his phone to check his notifications.

“Were you fighting again?”

He took a very loud and very long deep breath before exhaling just as dramatically, dropping his phone onto his stomach.

“I was following that Yoshino guy that still hasn’t paid you back the money he borrowed,” Megumi admitted, narrowing his eyes as he waited for the complaints Satoru would throw his way.

But instead of immediately complaining, Satoru crossed his arms and asked, “What did you do?”

Megumi snorted and pulled the watch from his pocket, tossing it into Satoru’s lap. He said, “I took his fancy watch from him since it should cover the cost.”

“I’m pretty sure this will more than cover the cost of what he borrowed, Megumi.” He sounded disappointed and frustrated, but Megumi shrugged and yanked the watch back from Satoru’s fingers still tracing over the details. “You should return it to him.”

“Plus interest, then,” Megumi said. “I’m not returning it.”

Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to stop the frustrated sigh that escaped him. He told Megumi, “You’ve got to stop doing this. Going out searching for fights? I thought you moved past this in middle school.”

“I’ll stop when you stop giving out zero-interest loans to people,” the younger man said dully, pushing himself to his feet and moving as if he were going to leave. Both of them knew that Satoru wouldn’t stop, so Megumi wouldn’t stop either when people tried to take advantage of the man who raised him.

“Why are you really following Yoshino?” Satoru asked, causing Megumi to stop in his tracks. “I know it’s not over ¥ 75,000 because that’s nothing compared to some of the other loans I’ve given out.”

Megumi didn’t want to tell Satoru about it because he knew Satoru would only try to convince him to leave it alone. Some things just couldn’t be left alone to fester and infect everyone else, though. It wasn’t fair. So if Megumi had to heat the blade and amputate the wound, then so be it.

“Yoshino and some others are scamming the homeless in the area by stealing their IDs,” he said, turning around to face Satoru with crossed arms. “Then they’re taking those IDs and borrowing millions of yen a day.”

Satoru’s mouth formed a tighter and tighter line the more Megumi explained, and he shook his head once the explanation was finished. He said firmly, “You need to leave these people alone, Megumi. These are not the kind of people you want to get involved with.”

Megumi rolled his eyes at the dramatics of it all, a soft scoff escaping him. Satoru ripped his sunglasses off at that and looked in Megumi’s direction with narrowed eyes.

“Even I couldn’t fight guys like these on my own. You know what happened when I tried.”

His narrowed eyes were foggy, clouds swirling over the top of once bright blue eyes. All along the skin of his eyelids were jagged scars that stood out pink as if the tissue was agitated. Megumi frowned at the sight of them, grateful that Satoru was unable to see his reaction to the scars. It was a brutal reminder of a painful history that Satoru had to bear, one that carved him into who he was.

“I hate when you use your blindness against me,” Megumi said without any emotion.

“Did it work?”

“No,” he called out over his shoulder as he walked away, plans of heading home in mind.

Satoru sighed softly, letting his head fall back as he played with the sunglasses in his hands. Megumi had always been headstrong when it came to matters such as these, never changing his mind until it was he who was ready to change it. So if he couldn’t change Megumi’s mind, then maybe he could help out the younger man in other ways. Only one solid idea came to mind, and Satoru pulled his phone out of the pocket of his black slacks. Using the phone’s assistant, he asked it to dial up an old friend.

“Hey, man. I know it’s been a while,” he said, a smile instantly stretching across his lips if even for only a few seconds. “I need your help with something. I’m looking to hire someone.” He paused as someone spoke on the other end of the phone. “A skilled fighter — with a good heart! Someone who can look out for Megumi and maybe even be a friend to him.”

* * * *

Hours after the incident with the masked guy and the homeless man, Yuuji and Nobara were out shopping. Well, it would have been more accurate to say that Nobara shopped and Yuuji carried her shopping bags for her. He had been easily convinced to do so when she kept whining about how sore she was and showing off all her bruises. At least she paid for the coffee that they stopped for in the warm building away from the winter winds.

“Even if he’s just in it for the money, why does that matter? He’s still really good at what he does,” Nobara said, referencing one of the boxers that they were discussing.

“So you think making money is the only thing that should matter?” He asked her, mixing the whipped cream on top of his drink fully into the coffee.

“I value the money I make from the fights I win,” Nobara said, shrugging. “I only care about continuing on so that I can win more and more money until I can buy whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I want.”

Yuuji pursed his lips as he considered it, but then he shook his head. He told her, “A boxer should value being kind and honest, fighting with honor and integrity, and never giving up. That’s what it means to have the heart of a boxer — that’s the kind of person I want to be.”

Nobara made a face and laughed softly at him.

“You got so serious all of a sudden. Shouldn’t you care more about money with your current situation?” She asked, taking an obnoxiously long and loud sip from her drink through her straw with her eyebrows raised high. “What else are you even doing right now besides boxing? For like work.”

“I do parcel deliveries every now and then. It’s good cardio, and the muscles I work out doing it help with my balance,” Yuuji said, head tilting up as he tried to remember all the other jobs he had done in the past. “I don’t really like kids, but I worked at a kindergarten for a little bit. It shut down so that isn’t an option anymore. I help out in Gramps’ cafe on the rare occasion it’s busy, but he doesn’t like it when I do because he feels guilty about needing the help.”

“How much is the prize from the regional tournament coming up for the men’s division? I know it’s more than the women’s,” Nobara said.

Yuuji replied a little sadly, “I’m not sure, but I’m not able to go anyway. I can’t afford the travel costs, and leaving Gramps for that long… I’d be distracted the whole time wondering if he’s okay.”

“What do you mean?” Nobara asked, suddenly turning serious.

“Huh?”

“What do you mean you can’t afford the travel costs?” She clarified, her voice getting louder. “I thought travel and board was covered by the league?”

Yuuji grimaced when he realized what had happened, his eyes drifting down to the bags around them. Where all of Nobara’s prize money sat in the form of clothes and accessories.

“Fuck,” she said, dropping her forehead onto the table in front of her. “We both need jobs, then.”

By the time the two of them were done hanging out, the sun had long since set. Yuuji walked Nobara home since they were in the area around her apartment, and they even passed where he had his encounter with the masked guy. That encounter played on a loop in his head Yuuji’s whole walk back to his own home.

That guy is not someone who needs your help.

Had he really misread the situation so badly? The one that the mask guy had called a scumbag seemed he was in trouble, but he had disappeared whenever Yuuji woke back up. Maybe they knew each other. Maybe the scumbag had robbed the mask guy. It’s a curiosity that he was never going to have satiated, he was sure of it.

Yuuji stood at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to turn when his phone vibrating pulled him from his thoughts. The screen showed that it was Gramps, so Yuuji quickly answered.

“Hey, I’m on my way home right now. I know I didn’t tell you—”

“Don’t come home, Yuuji,” his grandfather said seriously.

“What?” Yuuji said with a laugh, thinking that it must be some sort of joke. One of the ones that his grandfather thought was funny but Yuuji never truly got. “I’m coming home, I’m only fifteen minutes away.”

“No! Listen to me, boy. Do not—”

Before Gramps could finish his statement, the loud crashing of glass shattering filtered in through Yuuji’s phone speaker. It sent a cold shiver straight down his spine, and Yuuji pulled his phone away from his face to look at the screen right as the call ended. The cold shiver reached all the way to his blood, turning it to ice.

He didn’t wait for the crosswalk signal to turn before he started running.

#my writing #bloodhounds #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori fanfic #megumi fushiguro fanfic #nobara kugisaki fanfic #satoru gojo fanfic #write

[sukunasweetheart]

has anybody considered modern au, ex prisoner sukuna? female reader, a wee bit of angst, talks a bit about prison life, mentions of inappropriate sexual comments, fluff, gets filthily smutty at the end, ooc sukuna

word count; 1.2k

imagine if he got arrested while you were dating him - you weep in the court while you watch him getting taken away. his lawyer, higuruma, minimised his sentence the best he could, but alas he still needs to go away for a couple of years. while walking out of the courtroom, he gives yuuji whos standing solemnly next to you a look that means “take care of her, while i’m gone. i’m counting on you.” to which he gives a single but firm nod in response.

internally however, sukunas in great turmoil because he’s worried about losing you. it’s unsurprising that most couples break up once one of them gets imprisoned, because thats how difficult it is to withstand the emotional and physical strain it puts on the relationship.

he feels a little better though, once you come visit him for the first time to tell him that you’ll wait for him, that you’re willing to be patient for him. 

that becomes the main pillar that he relies on for support, whenever an inmate picks fights with him, or when they piss him off by telling him that his “little relationship won’t make it ‘til the end”. he can’t afford to add on to his sentence, all because some shitty scumbag provoked him into retaliating in front of the guards.

the one time he nearly loses it, is when they got ahold of a photo of you from his belongings and began to make one of the most revolting sexual comments towards you, what they’d do to you if they were in his place. he grabs the face of one of them and it takes everything in him to not crush his fucking skull, as he tells them to piss off menacingly. 

it hurt to do it, but after that he seems to have gotten rid of that picture of you, because he doesn’t want anyone else in that shitty place to know what you looked like.

the only thing he looks forward to every week is the day when you come to visit him. sukuna loves hearing from you, being able to see and hear you again, despite being blocked off from getting closer with the glass frame in between. you tell him what you’ve been up to, whether your week was good or bad, how much you miss him and that you love him again and again.

and of course, there are the physical needs that comes as a struggle, too. for both him and you. but while you can get some privacy to relieve yourself, sukuna can’t get a moment to himself in there. he usually tries to erase those lewd thoughts of you by exercising vigorously and/or taking cold showers (when he can).

there are times when those comments from the repulsive inmates actually get to him, and he begins to worry about whether you’re doing well out there by yourself, if you’re not getting tired of waiting for him and if you’ve found someone else to rely on while he’s gone.

sukuna knows he trusts you, but he can’t help thinking like that sometimes, when he’s in one of those moods. he’s able to overcome it quickly though, through your visits and even when yuuji comes to reassure him during the weeks where you’re unable to meet him due to your work and busy schedule.

and then!!!! when it’s finally time for him to be released, it feels so liberating, there is nothing that could ruin his good mood. it’s not like prison was scary or traumatising to sukuna in any way - things were always just boring as fuck. not to mention, how he missed you so much that it nearly drove him mad.

the first step he takes outside after recollecting his clothes and belongings feels unreal, like he’s dreaming. he sees you standing a few metres away, and you sprint into his arms, unable to contain your excitement and yearning. god, he thinks, you smell so good. you feel so good. it’s been years and he wants to keep you like this forever, in a tight embrace.

he ruffles yuuji’s hair, and yuuji’s lower lip wobbles greatly, taking him everything to hold his tears back. sukuna laughs out loud for the first time in a while, and maybe the three of you head over to a nice restaurant, to commemorate.

you sit close to sukuna, meeting hip to hip, and he has an arm draped over your shoulder as he engorges himself in the good food that he’s missed too. there’s minimal alcohol though, as there’s something else he wants to do more than drinking, that requires his and your sober mind.

yuuji sits on the other side of the table, smiling peacefully as he looks at his brother and future sister-in-law being lovey dovey, in the same way as when they first started dating.

though he wants to spend a bit more time with him, yuuji definitely takes the hint and tells you guys that he’s leaving first, and that he’ll come see sukuna again tomorrow.

when sukuna finally comes home, he takes in the furniture, scent and decoration that has remained all the same after all those years. but that observation soon comes to an end when he begins to make out with you feverishly, him holding you up while you wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

he curses like a sailor as he fucks you passionately, catching up on the years that he’s missed, his tip hitting harshly against your g-spot every time. ”fuck...fuck! i missed this. i missed you. did you miss me too, doll?” you can’t respond coherently, but he understands that you did.

busting load after load into you, he feels that this is heaven, that nothing will ever top the kind of pleasure that he feels with you in this moment. it’s the same for you too, that vibrator was just never enough in filling you up the way he does.

he’s missed the taste of your pussy, and the feeling of your tongue on his cock, too.

sukuna kisses and suckles on your skin, he pushes his nose into your hair and inhales - the fresh scent of your shampoo stirs his groin and he groans deeply, clutching you tighter. there isn’t an area on your body that goes entirely untouched by his calloused hands, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. the frequent sex continues like this, for a couple of weeks - to even months.

as for what happens from then on? i’d think that sukuna would become something similar to a househusband. it’d be difficult for him to find a job due to his record of imprisonment, but he manages to get a part-time one that’s well suited to someone physically strong like him. his shift ends earlier than when you get off from work, and he dedicates that time to doing some house chores, cooking (i stand by the headcanon that he’s a good cook) while he anticipates your return.

i mean, its the least he can do for someone who’s waited for someone like him for all those years. i’ll keep his crime ambiguous bc im lazy, but it’s safe to say that he won’t be doing it ever again as any kind of time away from you feels suffocating to him.

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[catsgut]

would scumbag!toji prefer pubes or clean shaven

hmmm honestly i think he wouldn’t rrly give af about it

but he WILL take pictures of you guys fuckin and send them to his other scumbag friends… they all make fun of your hairy pussy or the fact you took the time to shave for someone like toji

either way he is still gunna hit

#scumbag!toji #hehehehhehe #i wanna do scumbag series for all of them #like geto goji ofc #CHOSOOO #yuuji omfg #megumi #they all have the potential fr

[cyancherub]

forever

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

LENGTH.  5k words

GENRE.  nsfw, aged up characters (20+)

PLAYLIST.  one (for the fluff) / two (for the sex lmao)

CONTENT.  friends to lovers, mutual pining, fantasizing, fingering, dry humping, orgasm denial/edging (?) (self imposed tho), clothed sex, ripping clothes, soft/emotional sex, lots of fluff and sap.

SYNOPSIS.  what happens when your best friend notices a hole in your leggings during an innocent game of cards?

AUTHOR’S NOTE.  this was supposed to be a drabble based on an ask @what-the-fucdge-rin​ sent me about how the jjk men would react to you wearing leggings with holes in them ... but i got carried away and wrote this in a lovesick stupor bc i simply cannot get this man out of my head LMAO

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Yuuji’s just finished his turn, setting his card — a two of hearts — at the top of the pile of cards that’s positioned between the two of you. He has to keep fixing the pile, because the cards keep sliding around haphazardly each time either of you makes a little movement on the mattress.

Why you decided that the two of you should play cards on your bed — and not on a flat surface, like the dining table — beats him. But he guesses it doesn’t really matter if he has to keep fixing the cards. He’ll always indulge you, no matter the situation — if only to see the smile on your face when he gives in after some whining.

Yuuji watches closely as you look between the two of hearts and your hand of cards. His turns are always quick; he’s impulsive — always listening to his first instinct, always setting down the first card that speaks to him.

He’s studying you as you consider your options. You’re not impulsive like he is; your turns almost always take longer. But he doesn’t care how much time you take; in fact, the more the better. Because that means he has more time to look at you. He could let hours pass like this — watching you think.

Not that he could ever tell you that. You look up at him suddenly, and he looks away, sheepish.

“What?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“I thought you were looking at me.”

“Oh,” he stammers, thinking of an excuse. “Well… I was, because you’re taking forever,” he blurts.

“Shut up,” you scoff, flustered. “That’s why I’m gonna win.”

He suppresses a smile; you look back down at your hand.

It’s just a few moments later that Yuuji sees it. He’s not looking on purpose; he just finds his eyes drawn to the area between your legs when you adjust to fold your legs in front of you, because there’s a sudden flash of red there. The pile of cards between you has shifted again, but this time, he’s too distracted to fix it. Right now, he’s looking — with burning cheeks — at the bright red lace of your panties peeking out obviously through a hole right in the crotch of your black leggings.

He tears his eyes away, looking sheepishly for something else in the room to fix his eyes on. He really didn’t mean to look. He doesn’t want to look at you — his best friend of years — like that. He feels like a bit of a scumbag for doing it, and his cheeks are still burning.

But there’s an instinctual part of him that can’t help but wonder what exactly those panties look like under your leggings. He chews his lip, wondering what kind of panties they are, how they look on your figure. Admittedly, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought about something like this.

He could throttle himself. What’s he doing? He clears his throat guiltily, watching you fix the disorderly pile before setting your own card down. When you look back up at him, smiling warmly, he pales for a moment. He feels odd — suddenly weak in the knees at all of the fondness in your expression, so much of it that he swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

He gulps. He should probably tell you about it, right? The… panties?

“You have — you have —” he blathers, trailing off. A hole in your crotch? That sounds weird. He laughs nervously and scratches his head, thinking about the best way to phrase it. But, before he can do that, he finds his eyes drawn — involuntarily — back between your legs for a fraction of a second.

Yuuji averts his gaze quickly, but to his chagrin, you’ve already seen.

“Huh?” You’re looking between your legs now, and you see it — that little hole through which your bright panties are glaring obviously. “Oh!”

He feels awful for embarrassing you. Maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. But at the same time, some wicked part of him thinks you look so cute, all flustered and embarrassed like that. He feels his heart clench in his chest.

“Why were you looking?” you blurt, flustered.

“I don’t know,” he yammers, blushing and baffled, “why are you wearing holey leggings?”

“It’s not like I knew, dummy!”

Yuuji’s blushing hard now, averting his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t really know what to say, so he closes it again, clearing his throat awkwardly. As if he could hide behind them, he lifts his cards up to his face — pretending that he’s studying them. He gives it a good effort; he really tries to think about the cards in his hand. But, as it turns out, the only thing his mind can focus on is the red lace between your thighs. His brain is going haywire, conjuring up an image of you in a cute, bright red set.

He thinks he’d die on the spot if he saw you in something like that. You, of all people. His cheeks are burning so hot he thinks they might catch on fire. They keep getting hotter as the blood rushes to his face.

With panic, Yuuji realizes that there’s blood rushing somewhere else, too — right between his legs. He feels awful; he’s so worked up over those images in his head, and now he can’t get them out.

Why the hell is the fabric of his shorts so thin? He’s cursing himself for wearing athletic shorts. Couldn’t have he worn something thicker? Something that wouldn’t give away the growing shape of his dick away so easily? Desperately, he’s trying to distract himself — to curb the rush of blood between his legs. But, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t scrub that image of you in lingerie from his mind. His shorts are getting uncomfortably tight, and he’s still pretending to study his cards, avoiding your eyes. He hopes to god you’re not noticing what’s happening between his legs.

“Yuuji.”

Your tone is a little breathless. A little strange. Sheepishly, he lowers his cards — looking at you, wide-eyed and flustered. His stomach drops when he realizes that your eyes are fixed on his crotch, where his dick is stiffening on his thigh, straining against his shorts.

“Why are you looking?” he blurts.

“How can I not?” you exclaim. “You’re — you’re…”

You both stare at each other for a long moment — equally flustered, with the pile of cards between you falling into chaos.

Yuuji’s mind is falling into chaos, too. Maybe he’s used to acting on impulse with most things. But this isn’t most things. This is you. So right now he’s thinking about what he should do. Should he make the first move, after all these years? After never having the courage to?

And what if you’re not interested? He can’t fully read the look on your face. What if you don’t want him? It must’ve been weird, right? Catching him staring at your crotch, watching him get hard out of nowhere? He feels bad; he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sor—“ he starts. But he trails off, watching your hand dart forward suddenly. He doesn’t really know what’s happening as he watches you grab a fistful of his shirt. For a moment, he marvels at how small your hand is against his chest. And then he finds himself yanked forward by the fabric of his shirt.

It takes his muddled mind a moment to process what you’re doing. But he gives under the force, lets you pull him further and further forward. And it’s only when your mouths meet — his lips crashing against yours — that he really gets it. That he understands: you’re the one acting on impulse, for once.

His head feels foggy, feverish. His heart is pounding in his chest. For a moment, he doesn’t even think this is real; he wonders if his mind conjured it up, a culmination of all of his desire for you. No, he thinks. The feeling of your lips, so soft against his, the smell of your shampoo, your fingers wrapping up in his hair and pulling slightly — it’s all, undoubtedly, real.

It’s real, and you’re pulling him further over you. He gives, shifts his weight over you, pushing you down onto the bed. Beneath you, beneath him, the cards scattered over the bed bend and warp, ruined — but it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because this is what he’s been wanting, waiting for, needing.

He’s surprised to feel you part your lips, to feel you pushing your tongue into his mouth. But he reciprocates, enthusiastic and eager. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He runs his rough hand up your side, brings it up and up until it’s resting on your chest and he’s cupping you through your bra.

Is this okay? he murmurs through sloppy kisses. Can I touch you?

And, of course, the answer is yes. You’re rewarded with a rough squeeze. A needy, clothed thrust follows; he pushes you down into the mattress, ruins the cards beneath you further.

Touch me, but…

For a moment, he pauses. He’s afraid that he’s done something wrong, that he’s hurt you. But then you’re grabbing his wrist.

Here, you’re saying, guiding his hand between your legs. Right here, okay?

He mumbles a hasty okay into your mouth, runs his fingers over the damp fabric between your thighs. There’s a soft moan in response. He can’t believe how needy you are, how much you want it — just as much as him. He wonders if you’ve been wanting it for all these years, just like he has.

Yuuji’s fingers on the fabric are gentle at first. Slow. And, then, as your soft moans go to his head, the urgency behind them increases. He’s so hard, aching, precum leaking down his thigh. It’s the desperation that’s getting to him — the fervent way your tongue explores his mouth, your fingers tugging lightly at his hair, the way you’re spreading your legs wider for him. He thinks the way you buck your hips upward each time his fingers graze over your clit is so cute. That you must be so sensitive, especially under all of these layers of clothing. And he wants them off.

So when his fingers catch that little hole in your leggings — the one that started all of this — he finds his impulse taking over. He knows he probably shouldn’t, but he does it anyway: curls his finger into that little split in the fabric, rips it a little wider.

He doesn’t think you’ve noticed yet; your soft moans are euphoric, drowning out the sounds of the slowly ripping fabric. He thrusts a little harder, a little needier. The impact pushes you down into the mattress, bending the cards beneath your bodies a little more.

Yuuji’s trying his best to hold back, because he wants to be gentle with you, but he’s never really been the type to practice self-restraint. And his patience is wearing thin; it’s been so long, so long — years of wanting you. He can’t wait any longer, not even for your leggings to come down. And that’s why, while he’s slipping his tongue deeper into your mouth, he’s also slipping his rough fingers further into the tear in the fabric between your legs.

His stomach is all knotted up — desire, nerves. The sweet sounds that keep spilling from your mouth into his are getting him high, buzzing in his head. He just can’t help it anymore — and so he finds himself hooking his fingers around the tear and pulling, sudden and rough.

The fabric of your leggings gives easily under the force with a loud rip.

While you let out a little cry of surprise, he’s pulling back to glance feverishly between your thighs. He’s ripped a hole the size of his palm, and what he can see through it sends butterflies rolling through his stomach and another rush of blood between his legs. Your exposed thigh, your panties — and a big damp spot right in the middle of them.

You’re pinching his cheek, scolding him about the leggings (They’re actually expensive, you know?!) but he can hear the breathiness in your voice still, the anticipation. And when he looks back up to your face to murmur a sheepish apology — I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll buy you new ones, I promise — he finds that you’re smiling. And as another swarm of butterflies makes its way through his chest at all the emotion in that smile, you’re knotting your hands back in his hair and pulling his face back down to yours.

Of course, like always — he gives. This time, it’s with no resistance. He indulges you completely, lets you pull his face down until your lips are meeting again. He’d give you anything you want. Everything. This is exactly what he’s been waiting for.

This time, he takes control. He parts his lips as soon as they meet yours, kisses you deeply — with a hunger that’s built up over years. He’s feverish and hazy as he rips the hole in your leggings further open, tearing the fabric to expose your inner thighs more. And when he’s exposed enough of you, he runs his curious fingers up your inner thighs — squeezing, touching, rubbing until you’re gasping.

Heavy breaths — exchanged from your mouth to his, and then back again. They’re shaky, full of so much emotion he thinks he could drown in it.

He wants to. He wants to let all of these emotions through for the very first time, to let them take over. To drown in you and all of these feelings for you.

Yuuji brings his calloused fingers between your thighs and presses them — gently, at first, hesitantly — to the lace over your slit. Feels just how wet you are for him. A nervous, shaky exhale leaves his mouth. A soft laugh. You want him this much.

Maybe he really could drown in you.

Yuuji wants to play with you for a little while. He’s always liked to toy with you, to tease. He does it often — in almost every interaction — because he likes to see the little pout that always crosses your face. He’s always thought it was so cute. He thinks he’ll tease right now…

But the thought is short lived. As soon as he runs his fingers over your clit through your panties, a soft moan tumbles from your lips, and another rush of wetness dampens your panties. That’s it for him; he’d be insane to wait a second longer.

So he finds himself pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth, fumbling clumsily now with your panties — his self control completely thrown to the wayside. He pulls them roughly to the side, hears a stitch pop. He murmurs another apology, but it’s swallowed between sloppy kisses.

He’s always a little rougher than intended.

That poor pretty lace. But it’s alright, isn’t it? Because he’ll get you something even prettier after the two of you inevitably ruin these: you dripping all over them, him ripping the lace apart. He’ll get you something as pretty as you, because that’s exactly what you deserve.

He wants to give you everything you deserve. Every single thing you want. He’s thinking this as you start to moan desperately for him. He’ll give you what you want right now; how could he ever deny you this?

But, still, before he touches you — really touches you, for the very first time — he asks.

“Can I?”

It’s a breathy, hasty murmur into your mouth. And it’s heavy, because he knows there’s no going back after what’s to come.

Not that he’d ever want to go back to any moment before this. He waits for permission with his fingers hovering over your pussy. He can feel the heat of it just inches away, and his dick is aching against his thigh.

You nod, grabbing his wrist again to guide his hand forward. Slowly. His breaths pick up; he’s aching for you so much that he can’t help but thrust down against your thigh. Just to relieve a little of the aching in his dick, just to get some friction on it. To his surprise, you reward that action with the sweetest little murmur. The sound goes straight to his dick, gets him harder as you bring his hand forward. The little space between the two of you that his hand is crossing feels both impossibly vast and impossibly small.

And then, finally, he feels the heat of you against his fingers.

The wetness of you — velvety, soft. He feels your breaths catch in his mouth as he drags his fingers through your pussy. Feels your hips buck up, little noises spilling from your mouth that are getting him drunk. His mind is buzzing; his dick is twitching in his shorts. He wants to hear more. To hear you better. So he pulls back a little, starts to trail sloppy kisses down your chin, down your neck. He litters them across your throat, leaves them over your skin, like a gift.

“Oh, baby,” he slurs against your neck. “You’re so, so wet.”

You mumble something unintelligible. Almost a plea. He’s slow and gentle on your clit; you’re bucking upward, desperate for more. You don’t have to say anything, because he knows what you want. Even if you can’t form the words, even if he hasn’t known you like this before, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows from the look on your face, from the tone of your voice, exactly what you need — so he gives it to you.

He sinks a finger into you. Feels you suck him in, your walls dripping wet and fluttering. He gets higher on the sweet noises you make as you part around him — pliant, malleable, desperate. He shudders against your throat, thrusts down again.

You ask for another. So he obliges, sucking softly on your neck as he sinks another finger into your pussy. He can feel your walls stretching around his fingers, then clenching. You’re getting wetter with each moment that passes. Needier. And he needs you too, so badly. There’s so much precum dripping out of his dick that he’s soaked through his shorts. He feels like he’s harder than he’s ever been.

Your pussy feels so good around his fingers. He’s dying to get all of this slippery heat — all of the twitching, dripping wetness of your insides — around his dick. He knows it’ll feel amazing, better than anything he’s ever felt.

But there’s another need that’s beginning to overwhelm that. It’s not the carnal intensity of needing to fuck you; it’s an overhwelming, heightening arousal that builds lazily with each pump and curl of his fingers inside of you, with each soft moan that you gift him with in response. Pleasing you, even if it means denying himself — it’s a feeling unlike any other. More than anything, he realizes that he just wants to please you.

To make you feel good. So, as much as he wants to be inside of you, he’ll wait a little longer — until you’re ready for him to give you what you need. Until you’re even wetter, until you’re stretched around his fingers, until it’ll feel best for you.

It’s always been you, hasn’t it? Anything for you.

So he takes his time stretching you out. His kisses are deep and hungry, betraying how much he really needs you. But he’ll deny himself until you’re ready — sinking his fingers into your pussy over and over again, high on the sweet noises each curl elicits from your pretty mouth. He pushes them in deep — all the way to the knuckle, feels you gasp and twitch around him.

He’s eager when he curls his fingers, maybe even a little rough — so enamored with how good you feel inside, with how your walls twitch and weep around his fingers. But you’re responding to that roughness, to the intensity of his fingers stroking over your g spot.

As your back starts to arch off the bed, he stops sucking your neck to ask, softly, almost innocently, Is it good? Do you like it? Does it feel okay?

And you answer, So good, so good, just like that, keep going.

He thinks that he might not even last to fuck you — that he might cum just from listening to your soft whimpers.

So when you reach between his legs, fumbling with his shorts between hazy gasps, he thinks that he really won’t last. Not with the way you’re taking his dick out — hard, hot and dripping — and wrapping your soft, warm hand around it. Not with the way you’re dragging the precum down it, that first wet stroke sending a shudder down his entire body. And when you start to pump your hand down his aching dick, with precum dribbling out of the tip and saturating the shredded fabric of your leggings, he has to grit his teeth to stop his orgasm from building.

He moans feverishly against your neck, still pumping his fingers into your pussy. He can barely focus; his head is cloudy, and his breaths are catching as he feels your soft, slick hands pump up and down his dick.

I want you so bad, baby, I can’t even take it, he murmurs against your throat, breathless.

He needs you so much. The feeling of your hands on his dick, the way you’re stroking it quickly — sloppy pumps as his wet fingers squelch inside of you, still curling roughly — is driving him insane. He’s losing his composure; you’re bringing him to the brink quickly.

So he begs, gasps, Slow down. Slow down, please, I don’t want to cum yet.

He wants to last. He wants to feel you around him before you make him cum. He knows he can make you feel even better, if he can just last until he’s inside you. And you’re so, so wet around his fingers. So wet that he thinks you’re ready for him.

He wants to make you feel even better, if you’re ready for it — wants to stretch you out more, fill you up more. He wants to hear how your sweet moans will sound when he’s moving in and out of your pussy. When he’s making you feel so good.

But the two of you are already both so close. You’re starting to clamp down on his fingers, and the feeling is sending him right to the edge. He’s whimpering softly, gritting his teeth as he tries to ignore that heightening, cresting pleasure.

At this point, he just wants to last until you cum, even if he’s not inside you when it happens.

But then he hears you murmur, Wait, I want, I want…

What do you want, baby?

I want you inside me.

He shudders. Feels his dick stiffen more under your grasp. That’s not something he’d ever thought he would hear you say. He’s painfully hard now; it’s a desire that he knows won’t be relieved until he’s inside you.

But, still, he asks feverishly, as he adjusts above you, Are you sure?

Of course you are — nodding, biting your lip, looking up at him desperately. And how could he ever say no to you? He doesn’t even know how long he’ll last when he gets inside, but he wants to give you this. So he slips his fingers out of you, slowly, all of your arousal dripping off of them.

Okay, he says breathily, wrapping his hand around his dick, stroking the slick wetness of you down it. He shudders, looking down at your face, studying you closely. It’s okay?

You nod again, impatient as he levels himself over you. He looks between your thighs, positions his dick to your dripping entrance. For a moment, he just marvels at the wet mess between your legs. He takes it all in with a shaky inhale, and a look of feverish fascination on his blushing face: your leggings torn to shreds, your inner thighs exposed and glistening wet.

And when he positions the dripping tip of his dick against your slit — seeping with arousal, fluttering with anticipation — it sucks him in slightly, ready for him. You let out a little sigh that sends his mind reeling; he’s just barely inside of you and he can already feel your walls clenching around him.

He doesn’t move. He just stalls there, barely in. Because he needs to capture this moment. His nerves have his heart in his throat, but he has to look at your face. Has to study all the bliss there in this moment — because you’re so pretty, the prettiest thing he’s seen. His head is foggy, faraway, but his heart is right here, pounding hard in his chest at this promise: to be inside of you, to have you completely.

He’s breathing hard — suffocating on the tension in this moment, listening to his heartbeat race.

And, like always, you break the tension. Soothe his nerves. You’re still flustered, but your mouth turns up in a smile that has his stomach in knots.

Softly, affectionately, and with all the tenderness in the world, you laugh, “I want you. I want this. It’s okay. Put it in already, dummy.”

He laughs too, with his cheeks burning and his heart racing with anticipation.

“Okay, baby,” he says breathily. “Okay.” And he thinks, Anything for you, anything you want, absolutely anything.

So he rests his weight on his forearms, his nose brushing against yours as he lowers his lips back down. Your tongues intertwine, sloppy, breaths heavy and desperate as he sinks down into your pussy for the very first time.

He feels that tight wetness envelop him. Feels every inch of his dick hugged tight, your walls fluttering and parting, giving easily for him as he pushes you open around him. You’re so wet for him, so ready — warm and pliant and so, so good. He shudders, feels the tension building again.

And when he sinks all the way into you, you moan. Soft and sweet, pleasured, better than anything he’s ever heard. The feeling of you, the sound of you — all of you is so good that it draws a little gasp, a breathless little moan from his own mouth. You’re sucking him in, greedy and clenching.

And now that he’s bottomed out, buried all the way inside of you, feeling your walls pulse around him — he wants to make sure it’s okay for you. That he’s not hurting you before he starts to move.

So he pulls back, just slightly, almost nervous to look at you — even after all of these years. Blushing, he murmurs, Does it feel okay?

Beneath him, you nod hazily. He can tell you’re lost in pleasure already — eyelashes fluttering, struggling to look up at him as you clench up around him. Your hands are knotted up in his hair, pulling on it needily. So he obliges — pulls out again, sinks in all the way. You’re enveloping him, completely, deeply — the both of you moaning softly each time he buries his dick all the way inside.

He thinks you look so pretty in this moment. You always look pretty to him, but this is different. Familiar, but brand new. As he feels your legs wrap around him, as your eyes flutter shut, he watches all the ways your face contorts with each movement. Your face — every angle so familiar, memorized, well-loved — but brand new. Loved, now, in a new way, in a situation he’s only ever dreamt of.

It’s an image he’ll never forget.

“It’s more than okay,” you’re murmuring hazily.

“Good,” he says breathily.

Yuuji feels you disentangle your hands from his hair to bring them to the sides of his face. You cradle it, and the simple action is filled with so much affection, so much tenderness, that a lump forms in his throat. He feels something inside of him break, feels emotions pour out. He’s inside of you — you. And you’re smiling up at him, and your thumb is tracing down the scar on the side of his mouth, and he’s feeling things he’s never felt. That look on your face: adoration, fondness, and longing to match his — longing that he’d never noticed until right this moment. It’s so plain on your face that he wonders how he could’ve ever missed it.

You run your thumb over his scar one more time, and, right before you pull his face back down to yours, he hears you murmur something.

“I’ve only wanted it forever.”

He swallows over the lump in his throat, feels his eyes burn. Forever.

“Forever,” he repeats against your mouth. His voice cracks at the end of the word, and his lips brush against yours. Soft, tender. “Me too,” he says quietly.

Forever. Right before he parts your lips with his again, he smiles. He can’t believe, after all these years, all it took was a pair of leggings.

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Can you do a one shot or head canon about How would you take poly satosugu meeting the new trio? How would y/n and Gojo feel about them, does Geto feel some sort of bond with Yuuji since they both have to deal with swallowing gross things lol, yeah

Sure thing!

Megumi obviously knew the dynamic of your relationship with Satoru and Suguru, but Yuuji and Nobara weren’t exactly given the heads up that you three were a throuple. They initially thought there were witnessing some type of cheating drama when they saw Satoru kiss you, and then kiss Suguru when he dropped off some paperwork a few hours later. They’re even more concerned whenever they see you guys hanging out and being all buddy-buddy with each other during lunch breaks.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had to deal with people thinking you guys are cheating on each other. You guys just go about your business as usual until someone brings it up. That person would be Nobara, who thinks it’s you that’s getting stabbed in the back.

She’s said it herself, point-blank and without an ounce of hesitation, about how much she respects and looks up to someone like you. You’re damn good at your job, and you do things your own way. Her reasons for coming out to the city and studying as a sorcerer are selfish, but you never discouraged her from being true to herself. Just as you want the best for her, she wants the same for you.

“Seriously, that blindfold idiot is nothing but a two-timing scumbag!” she snarls. “And so is that freak with the bangs and creepy smile!”

Why do they always zero in on the bangs? You humorously wonder. And the smile. People are always put off by his smile.

“And-” she slams her balled hand on top of your desk, rattling the picture frame that has a picture of Satoru, Suguru, and you back when you three were students yourselves, “He has the nerve to do it right in front of his students, in the middle of his dumbass lectures of all things!”

“Kugisaki,” you calmly interject. Thankfully, she gives you her full attention, but she’s grumbling a few heated words under her breath. You’re able to make out “bastards” and “perverts”. Oh, this is going to be a good story to share over dinner. “While I’m glad to know you’d have my back if someone was ever cheating on me-”

“Of course I would!” she gasps. “I can’t stand watching those two flirt in front of me. They’re practically sucking each other’s faces off. It’s gross!”

“They tend to do that.”

“Seriously?! Ugh, that must be so…so…”

Finally, you see her connect the dots inside her head. She looks at you, body stiff as a rock, and asks, “Are you…and him…and him…”

“Are the three of us dating?” you finish the question for her. She nods. Her eyes are sparkling with a bit of embarrassment. “We are.”

“(Y/N)-san!” she whines. You’re nearly knocked out of your seat and onto the ground when she suddenly tackle-hugs you. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like such an idiot!”

Her behavior reminds you of how Satoru was when he was a student. Clingy and a bit slow on the uptake. You probably shouldn’t tell Nobara that. She’ll kill you for making that comparison.

Meanwhile, at the exact same time Nobara was piecing together the truth, Satoru and Suguru are desperately trying to explain to Yuuji how you’re all dating each other and that there's no cheating happening. For some reason, it’s not sticking to him. Suguru, despite his poise demeanor and high levels of patience, is getting ticked off. They’ve been going at this for half an hour.

“Yuuji, it’s not that hard to understand,” Satoru groans. “See? I even made a simple diagram,” he points to his elementary level drawings of you, Suguru, and him on the chalkboard. “I’m dating (Y/N), who’s dating Suguru, and he’s also dating me.”

“And together,” Sugru grabs another piece of chalk and draws a big circle around the entire graph. “All three of us are in a relationship.”

“Oh…Oh!” Yuuji gasps. “I think I get it now!”

Suguru lets out a sigh of relief. That sense of calm is then shattered by Satoru asking, “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“No,” Yuuji admits. “Please, just explain it to me one more time!”

The piece of chalk Suguru was holding snaps in half.

I think Yuuji would be the one to feel a sort of bond with Suguru first when it comes to their shared experience of eating gross things for the sake of jujutsu sorcery. Yuuji might even ask if he could have a taste of the curses Suguru captures because he finds his technique very fascinating to witness. Funny enough, the first time he witnesses Suguru swallow one of his black orbs he thought it was chocolate. You then made a joke about how much Suguru has been obsessed with chocolate since high school, only for him to put you in a painful headlock.

Don’t worry, Satoru caught onto the joke and he happily played along.

Satoru: Yeah, he just can’t get enough of that chocolate! He’ll disappear for a couple of days because he’s so obsessed with it! Sometimes, I think he loves it more than he loves us!

Suguru: It sounds like you guys want to sleep on the couch tonight, maybe even for the rest of the week. Is that right?

You: Shut up man!

Satoru: It’s alright babe! If we give him some chocolate he’ll forget why he was ever mad in the first place!

Suguru then made you both sleep on the couch for the rest of the week.

All jokes aside. Suguru would keep a bottle of water and a few snacks on hand whenever Yuuji has to swallow one of Sukuna’s fingers. He’s somewhat envious that the kid can laugh about how awful the object tastes, but he figures it’s just his way to distract himself from the discomfort. He always gives a proud pat on Yuuji’s back and the kid beams every time. He won’t ever say it out loud, but Yuuji is definitely his favorite first year. Don't be surprised if after he dies and then comes back to life he suggests having Yuuji hide out in your guys' house.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #satosugu x reader #reader insert #school days series #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[nomadmilk]

Your eyes tell me a story; your lips tell me a different one - Terushima Yuuji x F!Reader

A/N: 1-5. FIFTEEN DRAFTS. fck. Anyways, scumbag & fukbois 4 life. Not IRL cause' my heart can't take the pain, so 2D is the only acceptable option, really. Enjoy this one! Thank you for allowing me into this collab, and being patient with my slow writing ass, B0ba. Love you lots <3

Event: The Pink Tattoo Collab [MDNI]

Presented by: @b0ba-chan

Rating: M/18+

"Sway = If a man within 10m of her fantasizes about molesting, groping or fucking her, she will feel his thoughts, and will share in the urge for this to take place..."

Warnings: Smut barely any plot, Slow Burn-ish, Dubcon, DC, Unbeta'd, Enemies to lovers fuckbuddies, Scummy Terushima, Dom/Sub-ish, Slight Brat taming, Petnames, Degradation and slut-shaming, Oral Sex (Male receiving), Semi-public sex, Classroom sex

Words: 2.6K

You awoke one morning, screaming with the tops of your lungs at the sight of it.

You had scrubbed it. Lathered with as much lotion and soap as you could before wiping it; your loofah not making a dent. It wouldn’t disappear. The ink still permanent on your skin, your lower abdomen decorated with curls and black lines. You wonder about the tattoo artist, and how he got so close to you. How intimate it must have been to place a pretty and bold design just above your pussy. It made you flustered just staring it, but the additional thought of some random person being up close that way was causing blood to pump onto your cheeks.

You’re not usually this spontaneous, not daring enough to do anything drastic whilst drunk. It was your first night out after a long period of studying, research and revision sessions... And you thought you’d be good last night, promising yourself you’d let loose, but not lose anything.

But you lost your memory. Lost your phone. Lost control over yourself.

So you regain balance, the world feeling off-kilter as your head keeps you steady. Getting ready for Monday classes as if nothing happened, as if there wasn’t a glaringly obvious tramp stamp etched onto your body. You try your best to be normal as possible, using the spare moments in between classes and breaks to clarify your previous movements; where you had been, what you had drank, what had possibly possessed you into getting a tattoo in the first place.

“The whole dorm could hear you, y’know?”

You scoff, shoving Tershima away with a side-step and an eye-roll hard enough to flicker your eyelashes. You didn’t need his opinion today; he’s the last person you wanted to interact with. He’d have a field day knowing that the resident good girl just happened to get herself the sluttiest mark known to man.

"Sounds like you had a fun morning-"

“No, I did not.” You tell him, finding it difficult to not blunder the response in anger.

You could feel his eyes linger on your back, his chuckle in the distance slithering on your spine - it was too much for your liking. Like he knew something. It was nauseating.

He never understood the meanings of seriousness, and stress. Going with the flow came easy to him, and he coasted through coursework and essays. He barely passed most exams, and attended seminars and lectures with tardiness and a playful attitude.

He's been in trouble several times. Yet, he was still able to win the favour of his peers as well as his professors, and always made time for a promptu house party-

People like him made you bitter, and you cursed the world - with it being such a big place, with billions of people - as to why he had to be with you in your university, in your dorms, in your course, in your classes. Avoiding him was near to impossible, no matter how many times you pushed him away.

“Sorry, just checkin' how little miss sunshine is doing today.” He keeps coming back, barging into your life like he always does with meaningless conversation; just to get a rile out of you. Oblivious to your tone of voice, to your hostile behaviour; that you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than have him breathe your air.

“M' fine. Now lay offa' me.” You warn him, the books in your hand a shield as you hug them close, dodging his body as it blocks you from speed-walking down the hallway. You needed to create some distance. “I don’t wanna’ deal with you right now.”

“That’s what you said yesterday - and the day before that.” He mentions, his smirk evident from the drawl in his tenor, “Why d'you gotta' be so uptight around me? Aren't you gettin' bored with bein' pissed off with me every day? M’ sure we’d have fun together - if you'd quit bein' such a sour puss.”

“Unlikely.”

He's on your tail, not wanting to leave you alone. “Might be able to help you with somethin', though - You lose anythin’ last night?”

It’s like the heels of your feet dig into the ground by the words, the pocket of your jeans feeling empty, void of your phone. "What are you talking about?"

"Heard you lost somethin' important to you."

"Which was?"

"Y'know what it was. I just want you to ask me with a 'please' in that sweet voice of yours."

You huff. Conversations with Terushima were unbearably childish. Always resulting to taunts, to unnecessary arguments that take up minutes of your day, and burning your energy.

Even his gaze was tediously annoying; expectant, teasing. Beckoning you, and provoking you, all at the same time.

"You gonna' ask me?" He continues. "If it's not as polite as I want it, I'm gonna' get you to beg."

"Ugh, like I'd-"

You could feel something thump within your chest, causing you to back away a little from squaring up to him. You were always able to look him in the eyes, ready with a spiteful response, ammunition prepped within your tongue as you glance and glare up at him with as much antipathy as you can muster-

But something - you weren't sure what it was - it kept you staring for a second too long. A small whisper passing your trail of thoughts.

Your breaths become jagged, your skin feeling warm. "M' not begging for my phone back, Yuuji. I-I need it."

"Pfft- What was that?" He snorts. "Didn't know you had such a cute stutter."

Fuck you, you wanted to reply. But you squeak, swearing you heard his stupid voice saying something else. Someone as simple as Terushima was easy to read. You weren't expecting anything else from him besides a head full of nothing, and a few joking excuses to use the next time he missed out on a lesson. Maybe a few lines of crudeness that made you want to slap his face.

Instead, his presence felt strong against yours, feeling the heat of his body and quickly feeling flushed at the proximity. Your mind doing more than deciphering his body language, reacting to the light sensation rousing in your gut, making you tense and clutch your books till you felt your knuckles click, and causing the baby hairs on the back of your neck prickle-

He smells intoxicating; floral, woody scents, like cardamom and cedar.

You watch his pupils dilate.

God, I wanna' kiss her.

"What?"

"Huh? I asked if you wanna' get your phone, or not." Terushima says, brows furrowing. "Your ears not workin' now, or somethin'?"

"N-no- you-you said-"

You're still focused on the way his gaze doesn't seem fixed.

Shit. She's lookin' good today - smells so good. Why does she always smell so sweet?...

You notice how deep his irises are, lush in hue like milk chocolate-

Bet her lips are as soft as they look too. Dunno' if I wanna' feel it against mine, or along my dick-

That'd definitely shut her up.

A wince escapes, and you gulp from humiliation of reacting so pathetically. You're trying to keep your composure, your white knuckles returning to their original pigment as your grasp on your diary and textbooks loosen, your dry mouth salivating. The mark on your abdomen feels awkward, like it was whining at you. You feel your jaw tremble slightly, stopping the moment your tongue darts to lick and wet your lower lip.

... Why's she so quiet?

Fuck. Why is she lookin' at me like that? She's really pushin' it...

"Hey - you're weirdin' me out..." He coughs lightly to capture your attention, despite your stare intense on his own. "You really don't wanna' get your phone back, do ya'?..."

He tries to laugh, but it fades quickly into a quiet pant the more he surveys your expression. He knew you just as much as you knew him, and he'd never seen you so doe-eyed, so feeble, unlike your usual, vehement and attentive self. Shoulders risen, and your elbows squeezing your chest together. Your irises full blown; hollow from anything else except for one thing.

If she begs to me to fuck her, I just might lose it.

You were glad there was no one else in the corridors. You could imagine the gossip once you had lunged forward to seal the gap between the two of you, your books ripped off your arms the instant he felt your tongue running along his. His was slick, and cold, swiftly thawing from the temperature of your own. But it was rushed, your breathing not in sync every time his mouth snatched yours. The tips of your fingers brushing against a bristly texture, to the softness of his coiffed hair, disheveled with how your fingers tangled within his roots-

Wanna'... Taste her more... So sweet. So cute...

Had he always been hiding these thoughts? Were they always there when the both of you spoke?

His thoughts became distinct; he needed to be much closer, so you allowed him to push you against any surface, so long as it got him to where he needed to be, where his body could feel every inch of yours. You let him claw at your clothes, hearing him groan when your tits were freed to be groped, and your nipples to be sucked and bitten till they were stiff and sore, his breath hot and your skin soothed by the silver ball pierced on his tongue.

You were almost sickened with yourself that you were enjoying it, taking pleasure with the way his hands handled you, pulling your darling whimpers out of your lungs so seamlessly-

"Mn'- T-Teru... Teru..." His name had never sounded so gentle, your voice cracking at the pitch.

His thoughts only seemed louder - more depraved - and you mewl from how overwhelming they all are, how you wanted to indulge him to cope with the perverse images swimming in your mind-

So. Fuckin'. Soft-

Shit. Shit. Shit. Get on your knees-

Fuck. Look so pretty down there. Open your mouth. Fuck, yes- Open your pretty mouth-

"Tongue out, baby..." He hisses, dragging two fingers on the ridges of your taste buds, testing how far down they can reach before you sputter.

Fuck - It's always the good girls...

He seemed pleased with how far you could take.

You suck his fingers clean, and you could sense his sex straining from being left untouched. With a tight bite of your lip, your eyes flit between his sinful face and to the waistband in front of you, pulling them, shuffling them down as slow and as tantalizing as he wanted it to be.

He hasn't seen your new tattoo yet, but it felt like it was singing to you. It had been aching, stinging against your skin at points where the design ended and began. How relieved it was when you had dropped to your knees for him. Your inner thighs damp from heat, and your cunt drooling as much as your mouth was for his thick cock as it sprung out.

Stay, baby, stay... Stay still f'me... Say "ah" like a good girl-

You didn't care how big it was - whether it would squeeze and fit down your tiny throat, or if you'd gag and spill tears from just a few inches in - you had never craved for anything as much as you did when he pushed his length past your pliant lips, never felt so satisfied with the draw of his dick and the savoury flavour it spread amongst your taste buds.

"Oh, fuuuck-"

You choke; hum to adjust to his girth. But you felt sated; so full, no longer so empty. No longer confused.

His forehead rests against the coolness of the wall, as he works himself with your mouth. You feel your scalp being pulled, stationing you at a particular angle, one that chose his fast pace. His scent now familiar to you as he rolls his hips, and the tip of your nose touches his pubic bone. You purse around him to feel every vein, but he doesn't give you the time to relish in it, too unhinged with making your face a wet mess beneath him.

His head is now blank, all his unfiltered thoughts now slipping out at the sight of your spit coating him, dribble leaking onto your lap-

"Didn't know... You were such a s-slut..." His gaze hadn't left you all this time - only squinting shut when it felt just too good to ignore. Your pussy throbs at how frantic his thrusts are, your thighs clasping together just to get some friction to relieve yourself, your hands latching on his legs for dear life. "Been wantin' this, huh?- Hah-ah, fuck, sweetheart... Never knew you could be a needy, little fuckdoll- "

Your throat was tight enough to feel his cock pulse, head pulling back before spitting and gasping.

"Never knew... You could be so desperate..."

He lets out a breathy chuckle.

Brat.

His cock muffled your yelp, fucking your mouth mindlessly. Balls layered with spit and slapping against your chin. Your eyes cinched together once more, knowing what's coming. Knowing within a few more ruts of his hips, that he'd be creaming down your throat. Knowing that he'd spread his milky load and rub his tip against your cheeks. Knowing that he'd have that smug grin knowing that he won today.

Knowing that tingling sensation on your abdomen would stop, and leave you in such agony, but so fulfilled...

"As promised."

You're sitting naked at the edge of his bed, the sheets disgruntled behind you.

Terushima stands in front of you, your phone within his palm.

He glances at your tattoo. "Y'mind tellin' me how you got that?"

"I told you, I don't know." You answer, taking the phone and already scrolling through every social media feed and every digital photo album you owned. "I woke up. And there it was."

"So, that's why you screamed."

"You heard that?"

"The whole building did."

You shut your eyes, pinching your nose. "Shit..."

There were pictures of you at the club. Tagged photos of your night only consisted of group shots with your friends. You never went anywhere else. There was no recollection of any random ventures to a tattoo parlor. No images witnessing a needle against your stomach.

Terushima massages the side of his neck. "Y'know that gettin' a tattoo there is, uh... Well, how do I put it?"

"You're really trying to sugar-coat this?" You gesture to the inking on your stomach. To think that the guy that hated you back was now hedging his insults.

"I'm trying to be nice..." He shrugs, pausing in consideration. "... It's kinda' hot, really."

"You're such an ass."

"Hey, you're right. I figured, if you can read my thoughts, why should I hold back now?"

You weren't quite sure on the mark, now bewildered more than ever by its origin. You were shocked that a such a thing was able to shift your relationship with the guy you've butted heads with since the beginning of a college.

In all fairness, it really didn't take much to change it.

"Wait." You get onto your feet. "... Did you just say that I was right?"

He makes eye contact with you, beetroot red, attempting to keep his pride intact. "Don't get used to it..."

Maybe there were some perks with this tattoo after all.

#haikyuu smut #terushima yuuji #terushima yuji x reader #💓Pink Tattoo Collab

[yuujilogy]

addicted (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

| PAIRINGS:  ryōmen sukuna x reader / slight itadori yūji x reader

| WARNINGS: nsfw content (a little explicit but mostly suggestive), grammar errors, swearing, starting writing again after a while, reader’s gender is not specified

| SUMMARY: this story was basically born from THIS post i made earlier about sukuna and reader basically being at each other’s throat but sexual tension am i right or am i right anyway sukuna sexy as he’ll i won’t him 🤔pt. 2 (also first writing post) 

| WORD COUNT: 1,050

“Hey, human."

 God, no.

"Turn around when I'm talking to you, scumbag"

As you were making your way to your room, you could hear the curse's heavy steps following you close from behind. almost like predator and prey. You knew you should be scared for your life, maybe even running at this point, asking your teacher, anybody, for help. 

But dying didn't sound that bad if that meant not dealing with this 1000-year-old cursed asshole for another day.

You heavily sighed, fists clenched.

"You sure are cranky today, human," Sukuna said, somehow amused by the sight when you reached the doorknob of your room, opening it and walking in, pushing the door strong enough to close it without even turning around. "Is it because that Itadori brat hasn't been making you feel good lately?" C’mon, baby, I'll show you good." 

Of course the motherfucker would just walk into your room without permission only to follow you with the biggest smirk after his smart remark. He's not respectful like your cute boyfriend Yuuji who, honestly, you wanted more than anything and anyone right now after this shitty day. some alone time with him after a busy day wouldn't be too bad... Talk a little, make out for a while, caressing each other and then maybe-

"Or maybe it's you, you know" You stopped in your tracks. Wait, what the hell was that? No, really. What the hell was that? "You know, I can see and hear everything you do with the brat, and let me tell you, human, it’s embarrassing. You-"

Sukuna's words were interrupted by the sudden physical outburst you were having in front of him. And by physical, it meant you walking furiously towards the King of Curses himself inside of your boyfriend’s body, your hands flying to the collar of Yuuji's hoodie and grabbing it tightly, all the pent up anger from today being released slowly but surely at your newest target.

“God, don’t you ever shut your fucking mouth?” you were almost surprised by the sound of your voice coming out deep and full of hatred while pushing Sukuna towards the wall. “We get it! You are a good fuck but so am I and you know it” his back hit the wall, never releasing your tight grip as he looked down at you. “So don’t bring me that bullshit of me being the problem” Sukuna cut you some slack, you reckon, only smirking while allowing you to treat him as lowly as you were treating him right now.

If it wasn’t for the laws of this little agreement the three of you had, he would’ve already slaughtered you.

Sukuna chuckled, his hands making their way to your wrists applying pressure, not allowing you to let go even if you wanted to. You were the one holding him against the wall so why the hell do you feel like the one who was being overpowered now?

“You fool,” his face started getting closer to yours without breaking eye contact, and, of course, you weren’t going to look away either, nor even react. “I know you’re a good fuck.” Ok, this time you can’t help the blush creeping up your face when his nose brushed against yours, heartbeat increasing. “I wasn’t even going to comment on your abilities on taking cock but here you are...” his lips were now a breath away from yours, his hands letting go of your wrists to travel to your sides and press you against his body. “Jumping to conclusions as an excuse to remember the last time we had fun, right? You want round two?”

You let out a sigh when Sukuna’s lips got away from yours to start kissing up your neck, your hands now pressed flat against his chest. You closed your eyes in pleasure when he sucked softly in your sweet spot, letting out a moan and subconsciously grinding against his body, looking for some relief when his fangs nibbled at the same place. God, you wanted him so badly. You hated the way he wasn’t wrong about how you wanted round two. You also hated the way your body reacted to his ministrations. The curse released another chuckle before looking at you again, one of his large hands in your neck, thumb caressing your lower lip. 

“Look at you,” Sukuna started walking away from the wall, heading you both towards your bed as his other hand travelled to your waist, to your lower back and finally to your ass, groping it harshly and making you gasp in surprise when you felt his hardening cock against your belly. His thumb got inside your warm mouth and you gladly started playing with it with your tongue, sucking slightly. “So needy for me. Did you get so addicted to me after a taste of my cock?”

You frowned. You grabbed the hand that was getting the attention from your mouth, pulling it away and glaring at Sukuna. You were probably a mess already, with rosy cheeks and clouded eyes,  saliva coating your lips and a bit of your chin, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from fighting back the biggest cursed asshole, at least verbally “You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.”

If you could erase the cocky smirk that seemed to be permanent in his dumb (Yuuji’s cute) face with a punch, you would do it. But right now you were too busy falling on your bed with sukuna on top of you between your legs, hands and nails digging in your thighs to keep them open for him, his cock rubbing against your centre at every small movement you would make.

“What a joke,” one of his hands went to your neck again, grabbing you by the sides of your face and forcing you to look up at him, mere inches away from your lips. You throbbed under him as he started grinding against you, your hips trying to meet his own only to be met with his grip on your thighs getting tighter, mouth falling open to let out your whines. “You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” 

You didn’t say anything else, too immersed in the feeling of his cock pressed against you and the way he started kissing up your neck again. 

And even if you wanted to convince yourself you probably didn’t look that stupid, you were sure he was going to fuck you until you were. 

A/N: soo yeaa hope u liked it lol

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