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scaredpigeons · 2 years

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An unexpected softness.

yuuji itadori x fem!reader, sukuna ryomen x fem!reader.

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: female bodied reader, female pronouns used, mild gore (bones breaking, bruises, curse ‘blood’, etc), degradation, sukuna is a warning, sex, oral sex (fem rec.) sukuna is nasty, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk

Being in a relationship with Yuuji Itadori meant a lot of things.

It meant that your time together was forever ticking. The threat of being exorcised looming over his head, the constant missions with dangerous curses growing more dangerous by the minute, and hell—even fellow students had tried to kill him. It meant rushed touches and fumbling hands and sorry’s and quiet giggles when things slip up and don’t go exactly as planned.

It meant feeling loved. Yuuji loved hard and with all of his soul, he loved bigger and brighter than anyone you’d ever met. He made you feel important, and he made you feel safe.

Being with Yuuji meant something else too. It meant that while you got to enjoy your loving, caring boyfriend, you also were under the constant reminder that he shared his body with the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen himself.

Sukuna could be miserable. He could be disgusting and rude, maniacal and destructive. Over time, however, he and Yuuji seemed to form some strange sort of… bond. You supposed that sharing a body and mind left little room for coexistence without connection.

Disgusting comments and violent threats turned to childish mocking and teasing. The curse would interrupt in the worst possible moments, in fact; the night of your first time with Yuuji came to a screeching halt when Sukuna creeped an eye and mouth on Yuuji’s cheek, bitching about how slow Yuuji was going, and some boorish comment about your boyfriend not knowing how to pleasure a woman.

You’d smacked the little smirk right off his cheek-mouth. (Which, of course only resulted in Sukuna quickly disappearing, a quick “ouch!” From Yuuji followed by your endless apologies.)

However, it was only after a particularity rough mission that you noticed the change.

The higher-ups are always sending Yuuji off on dangerous missions with little-to-no information on what exactly he’s supposed to deal with. Against Gojo’s wishes, he’d left. Your snow-haired teacher blinked after him, tipping his outdated sunglasses low on the bridge of his nose.

“Go with him, please.” He said, voice a little more stern than normal. So you did.

Gojo was right as usual, but he’d have to wait for his ego boost until you made it back alive. Which hadn’t looked very promising at that moment.

Yuuji skidded to the ground, his back slamming against a pile of broken concrete. This warehouse was massive, and filled with much more dangerous stuff that could have killed him had he landed there, for the first time in your life you were grateful for concrete.

Yuuji groaned, coughing up some blood all over his uniform. You looked from him to the curse and back to him before readying a solid fighting stance.

“Ryomen Sukuna!” You yelled in Yuuji’s direction. “If you let my man die I swear to the gods I will find a way in there and kill you myself!”

The curse that had thrown Yuuji was taunting you, playing with the both of you, which was no surprise. Curses that had obtained a finger always cackled and fooled around, in that twisted, sick, Sukuna sort of way.

You’d got a few kicks in, barely doing any damage even with your cursed energy flowing into each kick. You knew you weren’t as strong as Yuuji, or Nobara, or Megumi, but you thought maybe you’d be able to defend Yuuji while he recuperated.

As the curse wrapped you in its grip, you found yourself wondering why Gojo asked you to go with him. You want to laugh at the obscenity of it all, but instead you just scream.

You hear more than feel your bones snapping, your entire torso going numb from shock. Black spots cloud your vision, and you screech again.

Black spots are then replaced by purple as the curse releases a startled gargling noise— through the sludge of its blood you see it clutching its throat with its free hand, blood still slipping through and covering you. The curses grip goes lax as the wound grows deeper and deeper, and then it drops you directly into Yuuji’s arms.

You look at him in a haze, seeing warm red swirling where honeyed brown should be. Tattoos laid across his strong features, his extra set of eyes half lidded and relaxed. His lips looked the same though, his pretty nose and cupid’s bow, and when you raised your hand to brush your fingertip across it and his upper lip, he smirked at you, canines sharper than before.

He feels bigger than Yuuji somehow, warmer too. His grin is relaxed like his second eyes, only his main pair are laced with something small and nearly unnoticeable— something that looks awfully like concern. The curse is still sputtering and spurting behind you, and in your daze you wonder why he’s holding you so gently, why he’s holding you at all when one of his fingers— the link to his power is laying there practically waiting for him.

“Suku..na,” you gasp. “The… finger?”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, but in a millisecond he’s back to grinning at you, his deep and gravelly voice so different from Yuuji’s, so strange coming from his lips— and not just a new mouth forming wherever convenient.

“Yeah? What about it?”

He healed you that day, before willingly handing the body back to your surprised (yet grateful) partner. It was the first time he’d ever restored anyone other than Yuuji.

You were both so sore and tired from the mission, the moment you arrived back in the dorms, you both shuffled to his room and collapsed on his bed.

Even healed, your body was spent, muscles aching and bruises blossoming. You breathed in the scent of Yuuji’s blankets, but scrunched your nose at the dried curse sludge and blood on your skin and clothes.

“Uughhhh.” You groaned. “Yuuji… I smell like a dumpster fire in a landfill on an island of shit.”

“Haha.” Yuuji laughed weakly. “You do.”

“Hey!” You threw your nearly limp arm at him, wacking his shoulder. “Just for that, you get to carry me to the bath.”

He laughs until he groans again, stilling for a moment before he pushes himself up and carries you to his bathroom.

You’re so sleepy, barely keeping your eyes open as he pulls your clothes from your body, grabs fresh towels and a multitude of bath oils and soaps that Nobara had bought for you, and runs the bath.

Steam fills the room as he pours in your favorite oil and bubbles, before taking your arm and guiding you into the tub to sit down. Your eyes are really shut now, and you hum contently as your partner scrubs the mission off your skin, lathers your hair with expensive shampoo, scrubbing your scalp and making you groan. He rinses your hair with fresh water before letting you soak for a bit, and when he’s sure you’ve pruned long enough, he pulls the drain, letting the water empty the tub.

You’re still not entirely conscious as he towel dries you down slipping a pair of clean boxers and one of his baggy t-shirts onto your clean skin. When your head pops through the shirt, you smile sleepily and press your lips out for a kiss. He hesitates, but gives a soft peck, lingering for longer than usual—but you were too exhausted to notice.

He picked you up again, sliding into the bed while still holding you.

Now, if you had been any more lucid, you would have noticed that as soon as Yuuji pushed himself off the bed to take you to the bath, he was too quiet. If you had opened your eyes, you would have seen rough tattooed arms reaching for your favourite oil, if you had been any less exhausted you would have realized that the sharp, black nails scrubbing lightly on your scalp had not been Yuuji’s at all, but exhaustion overcame you, and you snuggled into your boyfriends too-warm chest, falling into a deep sleep.

Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, evil incarnate, was soft on you.

A couple weeks passed since he’d saved you, on purpose, and anyone who had eyes noticed that Sukuna was acting less… Sukuna-like.

He was still brash and violent of course, still making vague threats and laughing at the misfortune of others, but his crudeness stopped… at you.

Gone were the remarks whenever your kisses to Yuuji’s lips lingered longer than appropriate, gone was the teasing on movie night, when your squirming in Yuuji’s lap caused his hips to shift, rubbing himself against you. He was awfully quiet, but at the same time, more talkative than ever.

“Hey,” Yuuji said, approaching you in your comfy armchair in the common room. “Sukuna wants to know if you’re okay after yesterday.”

He’d said it so casually, it caught you off guard. The latest mission had gone well, (Well. Considering last month you’d nearly died.) but you’d been tossed around quite a bit, enough to make anyone concerned, but Sukuna? The confusion must’ve been too clear on your face, because Yuuji nearly jumped in his spot.

“Oh!” He startled, waving his hands around. “Me too obviously! You went to visit Kugisaki last night so I never got to really check up on you.”

Your face felt strangely warm, almost as warm as Yuuji’s face looked.

“I went to see Shoko too, she said I’ll be fine,” you lifted your flowing summer skirt to show Yuuji your cut up knee, which had required a couple stitches. “This one stings a bit, but I’m on house arrest until…” you lift up your shirt, exposing your right side, which was black and blue from underarm to hip. “…This bad guy heals up!”

“Holy shit, baby why didn’t you tell me?” He floundered. You lowered your shirt and laughed a bit until it hurt to much.

“I’m fine, I’ll be down for like a week, two tops. Just until I can breathe right again.”

“That’s really not okay!” Yuuji was nearly yelling now, the worry in his tone making your eyebrows crease. “You should’ve said something, I could’ve, we could’ve—“

“Nuh uh, nope.” You cut him off. “I already owe a life debt to Mr. dark and dammed up there,” you gestured to his head, “I’m not looking to rack up any more points in need of repaying.”

“I-“ Yuuji cut himself off this time, the silence of the room was almost annoying as you watched his face turn red. It rushed to his ears, and started pooling on his neck and chest, peeking at you through his t-shirt collar. You’d never seen him blush so hard, and when he smacked his hands over his mouth, you reached out to him in concern.

“Yuuji?”

“Oh god Sukuna you’re fucking horrible-“

A tiny mouth opened on his cheek, a deep chuckle ringing through the air. “But you’re not saying nooo~”

Yuuji smacked himself this time, muttering apologies as he stormed away.

Your theory that the curse was soft on you was just that, a theory. For the next two weeks, you stayed on campus. Texting Yuuji when he was gone, teasing him here and there about how lonely you were without him. Near the end of the second week, he was to be gone for four days, and on the third evening you called him.

“What do you wanna do to celebrate when you come home?”

“Celebrate?” Yuuji chuckled. “What are we celebrating?”

“My boys coming home to me, safe and sound.” You said, smirking to the dark of your room.

A choked noise could be heard on the other end of the call, some hushed muttering and a quick “shut the fuck up” from Yuuji before he brought the phone to his face again.

“Y-your boys?” He stuttered.

You giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I forget you’re not just you. I think I may be the first girl in the world to have a boyfriend with a whole other being in his head.”

“Yeah, you probably are.” Yuuji sighed a bit, chuckling. “So we’re your boys now?”

You smiled, and he could most definitely hear it in your voice. “Well I love you, that means loving every part of you? Right?”

“You…” the phone fell silent, very silent this time. You let them have their little moment, and after a few seconds he spoke again.

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that right?” Yuuji whispered.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I am pretty great aren’t I?”

“I love you.” He said sweetly.

Your heart bloomed. “I love you too.”

“I need to sleep now, I cant wait to get home to you.”

“I’ll be waiting patiently.”

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Goodnight Yuuji,” and just before you hung up, you drawled a teasing “goodnight Sukuna.”

You remember bits of your dream, not a fluid timeline, just waves pooling here and there throughout the day to torment you. During breakfast you sit in silence, listening to Nobara gossip about the latest celebrity drama. An itch distracts you, and you scratch your arm thoughtlessly until a blur of your nails gliding along the hard muscle of a strong tattooed back invades your mind. You nearly drop your utensils, smiling and brushing your friend off when she asked if you were alright.

Shoko had permitted you do participate in some light solo physical activity, so after breakfast you changed into some comfortable gear and went out to the training yard. A nice flat spot on a walkway stone just north of the field was where you laid your mat, kicking off your sneakers to do some stretches. After gingerly loosening up your upper body, you sat and began your legs. Keeping your left leg bent, foot flat against your inner right thigh, you reached out for your right foot, bending and stretching underused muscles.

The burn of it felt good after being stagnant for so long, and you hummed at the feeling. You were suddenly assaulted with the image of a large hand, long black nails pressing into the flesh of your thigh, pushing it back and back until your knees were nearly beside your head, until that familiar burn of stretching muscles rang through you.

You shook your head out, trying to get these plaguing images of your dream to loosen from your skull.

“What the fuck is wrong with me.” You mumbled.

That night you’d left dinner early under the guise of not feeling well.

“Alright,” Nobara said. “I’ll send Yuuji your way when he and Megumi get back.”

The boys and Gojo were supposed to return sometime after 7pm, and the clock read 5:45pm.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

You rushed to your dorm, throwing yourself into bed and clutching a pillow tightly.

Just breathe, just breathe. Relax, you’ll be fine.

You tried so hard you relax, to fall asleep, to forget the bits of that stupid dream that had been surfacing all day, but it was useless. The heat between your legs was pulsing, aching with a ridiculous pressure that left your head spinning.

No, you thought. I am not going to sit here and get off to the thought of… of Sukuna.

You knew what you had said, that you loved all of Yuuji, and that meant the inclusion of the King of Curses, and you knew you’d been teasing them both about Sukuna’s newfound softness towards you, but it still felt so wrong… so dirty to even flirt with the idea of being intimate with him.

The dream shuddered through you again. No, that wasn’t intimacy. Having sex with Yuuji was intimate, the dream of Sukuna was something else entirely.

You knew you weren’t opposed to a little roughness, Yuuji didn’t know his own strength sometimes, you loved when he manhandled you around and lost himself in his pleasure. But Sukuna… even your subconscious knew the curse wouldn’t play nice.

He would bite and nip, squeeze and smack, his mouth was already filthy, you could only imagine the things he might say while… while…

“Sunshine?”

You hadn’t heard your door open, hadn’t heard Yuuji come in and shut it behind him.

You were breathless, face flushed and still clutching a pillow.

“Yuuji! I-”

“Getting a head start without me? No fair!” He laughed and threw himself on the bed, tackling you and pinning you beneath him on the bed.

He pelted your face with kisses before his lips finally met yours, and you melted into him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Yuuji’s face was hotter than usual, kissing you with more ferveur and passion, and as he rolled his hips into yours, you could feel the erection straining under his uniform. “Oh, fuck. I missed you.”

He groaned into your mouth, “what were you thinking about baby? Thinking ‘bout me?”

“Aah!” You yelped when he nibbled your jaw, moving down to suckle on your neck. “Maybe…”

His face was burning up, blush so intense and eyes wild, you wanted to chalk it up to finally being together again, but you’d been apart for longer before.

“Yuuji?” You questioned him, pushing his shoulder a bit so he would look at you.

“Fuck, I’m… he’s—“ he pinched his eyes closed tightly and took three massive breaths. “Can we try something?”

You nodded, not quite registering that ‘we’ wasn’t solely referring to just you and he. Yuuji jumped quickly, pulling your pants and underwear down in one go, tossing them over his shoulder before leaning over to kiss you once more. His fingers danced across your bare hipbones, his right hand travelling down to your core, palming you gently.

“fuck,” he moaned at how wet you already were, and you weren’t that shocked. The adrenaline rush from him catching you in an almost compromising position, along with that ridiculous dream haunting you all day, and the shame of it all… you were craving something heavy and new, and you wanted Yuuji to satisfy that craving, learn it and leave you full.

“I don’t wanna stop kissing you—“ he breathed into your mouth as his index and middle fingers teased your entrance. “Just… don’t freak out, okay?”

Yuuji’s lips consumed yours once more before your noise of confusion could flutter past your lips, and he swallowed it greedily as he pushed two thick fingers into you, his calloused palm bumping your clit with each shallow thrust.

Your eyes flew open when his palm turned wet and soft, flicking over your nub with precision. You squealed when a pair of lips latched around it, suckling and nibbling gently with sharp teeth as Yuuji continued his assault on your g-spot with his thick fingers.

“Su—suk-Aah!” You jolted as the curse nibbled on your clit harder, your hips jutting off the bed.

“He’s been, oh god he’s been whispering about all the filthy fucking things he want’s to do to you, sunshine.”

You keened at that, the reality of the situation slamming into you like a train. Sukuna had thought about this too, about you— and even better; Yuuji wasn’t mortified by it.

“Oh fuck, oh gods, fuck.” You squealed, the curses tongue swirling around your clit and dipping down to your entrance, to where Yuuji’s fingers were, teasing you there with him.

“Yeah? You like it sunshine?” Yuuji breathed into your mouth. “you want us to take care of you?”

You nodded your head vigorously, squeezing your lips tight to prevent the depraved noises bubbling in your throat from spilling out.

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Yuuji pulled his fingers from your core, dragging along your body, lifting your shirt as he went. Once your chest was exposed, he dragged the sopping digits up your throat and dipping them into your open mouth, groaning as your tongue swirled around them.

“Tell us what you want baby.”

You gasped as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. His eyes were so full of trust, of lust, of need.

“Yuuji. I want you to fuck me,” You breathed, and his lips twitched slightly.

“I’m gonna-”

“—But.” You cut him off. “I want…” you breathed deeply, steadying your nerves. “I want Sukuna to fuck me first.”

His eyes were wide, expression unreadable until he blushed even further, the corners of his mouth twitched up into a grin, and he licked his lips.

“You really..?” He mumbled before meeting your eyes again. “You want that?”

You giggled, only imagining the riot Sukuna must be throwing in their shared mindspace. “If he can promise to keep damage to a minimal…” you shivered a bit, “yeah, I’ve actually thought about it on more than one occasion.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuuji’s hips stuttered in place as his eyes rolled back into his head. When they opened, the solid black of Sukuna’s ink had already appeared on his skin, the red of his iris nearly bore into your soul.

“I knew it.” He nearly growled. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head in the lush mountain of pillows just behind you. You yelped a bit at the motion but it quickly dissolved into a low moan as the King of Curses ran his ridiculously long tongue up your throat, slow and flat, as if savouring the taste of your sweat and skin.

“I knew the moment I showed you one little sliver of mercy you’d be begging for my cock like a little whore.” He licked your bottom lip, suckling it into his mouth to nibble on, his sharp teeth sending jolts of pain through your body. You bucked your hips up into his, the extreme temperature difference between the two was astounding.

Yuuji ran hot, he was the perfect cuddle partner for cool winter nights. But Sukuna was nearly boiling, you could feel the heat radiating off him in waves.

“Su—ku….” You were breathless, bucking your hips again for any sort of friction, but he teased you, pulling his body back just far enough that you couldn’t reach. “-kuna… please.”

“Mmm…” the pleased sound rumbled low in his chest. “I like when you beg. It’s real pretty… do it again.” His eyes were wicked, and it only worsened the slick smearing all over your inner thighs, the ache deep in your tummy.

“Please,” you whined, “please Sukuna.”

He grinned, flashing his canines again, before he leaned in close to taunt you. “Please, what? What do you want, little girl?”

You don’t know why, but a foreign pressure formed behind your eyes, and the shame of what you wanted pushed the tears out onto your cheeks, hot and heavy.

“I want…” you nearly hiccuped, swallowing the lump in your throat. He seemed pleased by the tears, his red eyes raking down your cheeks, following their path. “I want your cock, please. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to make me cum harder than Yuuji makes me, and then I… wan-want you to…” you swallowed as your eyes found his mouth, found his tongue wetting his plush lips as his gaze raked over your body in waves. You were feeding his desires and his ego in droves, and you weren’t even sure if it was purposeful or just mad lust spilling from your throat.

“Yes, greedy girl?” He leaned to the side and ran his tongue along your cheek, catching up the tears and drinking them down as if they were liquor. “What do you want me to do after that?”

You gathered your nerves, staring him dead in the eye. “I want you to fuck me as long and as hard as you can, and not to stop until you cum. Even if I scream, if I beg, if I say I can’t take it. Don’t stop until you cum, and then stuff me full of it.”

His eyes widened a bit in surprise. You hadn’t even let Yuuji cum inside you yet, the birth control you were on was good, but you always opted to let him cum elsewhere, your mouth, on your ass, anywhere else.

“You filthy little thing…” Sukuna released your wrists to slide down the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders. His chuckled sent hot breath fanning across your core, and you keened.

“I’ve wanted to show up the little brat for so fucking long now,” he nipped on the soft skin of your inner thigh, sucking and leaving red marks in his wake. “You deserve so much pleasure it makes you scream.”

You watched his eyes from between your legs, watched how they never left yours, how they held your gaze even when you wanted to look away— you couldn’t look away.

His tongue delved between your folds, sloppily running up your slit and flicking along your clit. He teased his way to your entrance before pressing his tongue inside, and with a gasp you felt it move, you felt it… was it expanding?

“Ah!” You whined. “I-“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale through your teeth as Sukuna’s nose brushed along your clit.

“What’s wrong little puppy?” He asked in mock concern laced with a condescending smirk— “I have to make sure I don’t damage the goods, right?” —Said smirk just so happened to be dripping in your arousal, so the way he talked down to you only served to make you shiver.

He pressed his tongue back inside you, moving it in ways that shouldn’t be possible. His hand at your hip moved to brush his thumb on your clit, rolling in gentle circles meant to tease more than to get you to where you needed to be.

“Please!” You squealed, bucking your hips into his mouth. A rough chuckle vibrated through your core, sending more hot tears of shame streaming down your cheeks.

“Please just let me Cu-u-um,” you nearly sobbed, the tongue inside you and the thumb on your clit was sending you spiralling into madness, the pressure so hot inside you it felt as if it were burning your insides.

Sukuna lifted his mouth from your core. “Oh? You want to cum?” He pressed his thumb harder onto your clit, making you squeak. “Why didn’t you just say so? Cum then.”

It came unexpectedly, as soon as his tongue re-entered your aching cunt, the cord inside you snapped, and you screamed into the still air of your room. The Curse worked you through it, holding you down and chuckling darkly at the way your body jolted and squirmed as if you couldn’t contain what was rolling through you.

As soon as the pleasure had run its course, the sound of cloth ripping pulled your gaze to Sukuna, who had quite literally torn Yuuji’s clothes off his body.

“You sure you want this, little puppy?” He asked, grinning down at you as he stroked himself. The tattoos that covered his skin stretched and move with each pull of thick muscle, and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hand pumping slowly at his —Yuuji’s— cock.

The ache in you returned tenfold.

“Please.”

His eyes darkened, and his words came out in a filthy sort of tease. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you~”

You were pulled down the bed, and he wrapped his massive hands around your thighs, pushing them up and up until your knees were nearly beside your head.

He tapped the fat head of his cock against your clit twice, before letting it touch your entrance. You breathed deep, waiting for him to tease you more, to make you beg for it.

All the air was ripped from your lungs as he pushed it all inside you in one stroke, starting a relentless pace as soon as his hips met the flesh of your ass. You screamed partly in shock, but mostly for the way it made your cunt spasm around him, the shock of an internal orgasm ripping through you—and so soon after you’d cum for prep.

“Ha!” Sukuna laughed, nails digging into your thighs. “Filthy slut. You can’t even make it a minute before you cum all over my cock.”

The pressure of your orgasm kept rolling through, and he showed no signs of letting up. The King of curses fucked into your sweet spot over and over— sending even more tears streaming down your cheeks at the mind numbing pleasure of it all.

His pace was brutal, never giving you a moment to recuperate. Your mind felt as if it was in the clouds, eyes rolling back into your head as you squealed for him, drooling all over yourself.

“Mmm..” Sukuna moaned over the sound of his skin slapping against your own. “So fuckin’ messy.” He leaned forward to lick the drool off your chin, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth before it collided with your own, pulling it into his mouth as he suckled on it, lewd and hard.

You could feel yourself clench around him at the obscenity of the action, at the way his tongue would circle your own before he’d pull it back into his mouth and suck so hard it sent little shockwaves of pain through you, only to be lulled away by gentle flicks along the length of the muscle. It was filthy, and only served to remind you of when you…

He was following the same motions you used when you sucked Yuuji’s cock.

You keened into his mouth, thrashing underneath him a bit with this realization, and with the embarrassment of it all.

He released his grip on your tongue, slowing his pace to smooth, firm thrusts that sent sparks up your spine. “What’s wrong?” He grinned, lips coated in your shared saliva. “Y’can dish it out, but you can’t take it, puppy?”

He laughed at your tears, at your reddened cheeks and the way your eyebrows curved into an expression so pained he might’ve been concerned if not for your obscene noises of pleasure and the clenching of your walls around his cock.

“You know I’m always there…” his hips sped up, and your insides twisted with pleasure. “Always watching you two, fucking like little bunnies.”

You keened and closed your eyes, tossing your head back and forth as if to deny it, but you knew it was true.

“Haha… yeah, a little bunny.” Sukuna said, hands sliding towards your throat. “That’s all you are, isn’t it?”

His thick fingers wrapped themselves around your throat so perfectly, squeezing the sides and pressing ever so gently inwards, restricting the blood flow.

“You’re just a little animal. A bitch begging to be fucked, right?” Your head began to feel so deliciously light, and each shuddering breath was accompanied by a low moan as his hips slammed into you, and your feet dangled uselessly from his shoulders where your calves rested.

“Just a little whore begging to be bred.” He growled low in your ear, causing you to gasp as even you could feel the way your walls contracted around him, an orgasm low in your belly ready to burst through you.

“Ah? That’s it, eh?” He grinned, releasing your throat and grabbing your hips. “The little puppy wants to be bred?” His tone was so condescending yet it was laced with a brutal kind of lust.

He slipped his cock from you and flipped you over, pulling you to your knees to grab your throat again. His other hand slipped over your torso, pinching and groping wherever he pleased. It slid down between your legs, and he groaned as he toyed with your puffy clit, soaked from your arousal that continued to drip from your core.

“I watched you all these years. How you bat your pretty lashes at him to get what you want, how you tease him with your tongue,” he spread your lips with his fingers, thrusting his cock into your sloppy folds, the head barely catching your entrance. “How you do your best to take him all the way down your throat. I see the way he fucks you, I’ve watched you cum more times than I can count.”

He hisses as his thrusts manage to push into your hole, the intrusion causing you to flutter around him. “So why do you look so much more pathetic now? Huh?”

You cried out as he released your throat and grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving your face into the mattress and arching your back so perfectly for him. The tears flowed freely again, the shame burning through your skin.

“Hmm? Who made these tears? Who is making you cum so hard you see stars?” His hips collided with your ass in quick succession, causing you to scream into the puddle of drool forming on the sheets below you. “Who is it that you want to ruin your tight little pussy? Who do you want to pump you full of cum, little girl? Fucking say it.”

The orgasm that had been teetering over the edge slammed full force into you, and your nails nearly tore through the sheets as you screamed and convulsed under him.

“YOU!” You chanted, pulse after pulse of your orgasm milking his cock with enough pressure that he threw his head back, cursing into the hot air of the room.

“Fuck. That’s right, say my fucking name.” His endurance made your eyes blow wide as he kept the pace, your orgasm burning as he refused to stop. “Tell the little brat who’s fucking you. I want the image of you screaming my name burned into his memory forever.”

The pressure inside you increased, and a foreign feeling pulsed through you. “Sukuna! I-“ you stuttered, turning your head to glance back at him. “Somethings— ah! I can’t take it!”

“You will,” he growled, tightening his grip on your hair and hip. “Say my fucking name again, slut.”

“Sukuna,” you cried, doing what he asked to appease him, but really because you couldn’t think enough to say anything else.

“Sukuna! Suku-!” Suddenly the pressure broke, and you wailed as your hot arousal sprayed all over his balls and legs, dripping down onto the crumpled sheets.

“Fuck yes, that’s it puppy.” He slowed, but only for a second, and the overstimulation had you babbling nonsense as tears poured.

“Wait— suk—It’s— I’m— oh, fffff-uck.” Your entire body went limp as another spray of arousal gushed from you, your face twisted in a soundless scream. He held your hips up, continuing to fuck you through it, and distantly you could hear his moans, could feel the stutter of his hips.

“Here it comes, baby. Take it, take it all.” His voice was low and strained, and you could feel the jumping of his cock inside you as he pumped you full. It was hot— hotter than anything you’d felt before, and it filled you so much you could feel it. He kept his hips pressed firmly into you as he stroked his fingers through your hair.

“You alive in there?” He chuckled.

“Mmn,” you groaned.

“I’ll make it up to you, but if I don’t let the kid back soon, he might combust.”

“Mmnn.” You weakly waved your hand back and forth, as if to say whatever, I’m a little pre-occupied at the moment.

As soon as your hand fell back down, a long, low groan reverberated behind you as his still-hard cock slowly eased out of your heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuuji’s voice was strained, and you felt his warm hands spread your ass, thumbs pulling your lips apart to watch the cum slide from your hole. “That’s so not fucking fair.”

“…yuu…” you whimpered.

“It’s alright baby, I’ll make it better.” He pulled your weight to the side, laying you gently on your back as he laid between your thighs. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but you gazed down at him through heavy lids as he gingerly ran his tongue along your folds, making you moan and shiver. It wasnt enough to hurt, but it was enough to make your stomach twist in pleasure.

“He knows how badly-“ he licked some cum that had dripped down back to your entrance, stuffing it back neatly with his tongue. “-I’ve wanted to cum inside you for so long now sunshine.”

You whimpered as he toyed with your folds, watching the cum drip out as you clenched, only for him to push it back inside.

“God you’re perfect,” he kissed your clit gently, and made his way up to your face, smiling warmly before kissing you. It was deep and sensual, and you could taste the mixture of your arousals on his tongue.

“Yuuji…” you whined. “Wan’ you now.”

“You sure baby?” He glanced down at your swollen folds, red and glistening.

“-Want you… please.”

“Okay, sunshine.” He kissed you gently, before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed through, finding no resistance with the amount of cum that was both in and outside of you, and started a slow but steady pace.

“Ohh, oh fuck.” Yuuji groaned, lowering himself onto his forearms so he could press his forehead to yours. “I’m not gonna last long baby, I’m so sorry.”

“No no,” you shook your head, slurring your words and running your fingers through his hair. “I jus’want you t’cum too.”

His eyes lit up then, “c-can I? In-inside?”

You giggled, your senses finally returning as the quick bucking of Yuuji’s hips made your legs tingle. “Of course Yuuji,” you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I wanna be so full of your cum that it leaks outta me for days.”

“Oh fuck.” Yuuji’s hips stuttered, and again, you could feel the jumping of his cock inside you as he painted your walls milky white. It wasn’t nearly as much as Sukuna’s but considering it was from the same body, you weren’t expecting as much a second time. Regardless, you still felt so full.

Yuuji pulled out, watching as some of his cum dribbled out and nearly ran down your ass, but scooped it up with a finger and hesitantly brought it to your lips. You smiled and gleefully took it into your mouth, licking the white from him with lewd swirls of your tongue.

He blushed, but pulled his finger from your mouth in favour of laying you down, wrapping himself around you and holding you securely in his arms.

“Can we… can we talk about everything tomorrow?” Yuuji yawned. “I was exhausted before I came in here. Now my legs are numb.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his where they held you. “Yeah, I don’t mind. I need sleep too.”

“I love you, sunshine.” He whispered into your hair.

“I love you more, Yuuji.”

He smirked. “Impossible.”

“If you two don’t go to sleep now I’m going another round whether you like it or not.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at the mouth formed on Yuuji’s hand. “Shut the fuck up Sukuna, go to sleep.”

“How dare you—“ you cut him off by pulling Yuuji’s hand to your lips, pressing you a kiss to the corner of Sukuna’s mouth.

“Goodnight, grouchy pants.” Yuuji laughed at the taunt, but surprisingly Sukuna retreated. You snuggled into your partner, knowing that you awaited one hell of a conversation in the morning.

For now though, you allowed yourself to drift into a deep, content sleep.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #tw: violence #tw: degradation #yuuji x reader x sukuna

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lunaekalenda · 2 years

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C A M M I N G . J P / 1

warnings: camboy!gojo, teacher x student, voyeurism, masturbation, neutral gn fem bodied reader, a little shitty cause it’s an introduction lol, i’m not really happy w the result tho

There isn’t a rule Gojo hates more on the Jujutsu Tech School than the one that allows students to bring laptops to class.

It has nothing to do with his way of giving class, and he didn't vote for it when the teachers reunited not long ago. Even when his classes are usually theory – he had nothing against practical lessons, but he was extremely lazy –, talking to a group of students whose eyes where fixed on screens didn't fill his teacher ego. Specially on your class, the older ones, who decided to specialize on the Tokyo School. It was a little course, just one more than the three students he started to give class almost six years ago, when they weren't more than teenagers. Time passes fast, he thinks, as he looks at his four students in front of him.

Yuuji, who entered without knowing anything about Jujutsu, and he's now one of the strongest, still harboring the King of Curses inside him, totally under control. Gojo has always admired the patience and the inner dialogue Yuuji was capable to set with Sukuna, and he's glad to see the guy and the curse got a strange friendship respecting each other's interests. In anyway, he has still strict orders of killing Itadori if Sukuna tries to take control. And immediately after, taking his own life for being unable to control it. That's a little dramatic, and he may even think about escaping to Canada with a new name and a new life, but he's still aware of his destiny.

On the table right next to him, Megumi plays with a pen, silently listening to whatever Yuuji is telling him with a big smile. Gojo feels how his 33 years gain weight on his back. He saw Megumi grow, become the man he's today, with almost 20 years. Gojo knows he's one of his most capable students, getting ready to reach the highest sorcery grade. He works hard, and he's ready to become one of the biggest sorcerers of the moment.

On the other side of the class, Nobara Kugisaki shows something to you on her phone. Nobara is still stuck on her 15, with that capricious and teen behavior, but, at the same time, Gojo knows perfectly she uses it as a shield. After the things she suffered, well, all of them, it's normal to have psychological as well as physical sequelae. Gojo respects her, and he's always surprised for the strength that the girl has inside her. Next to her, you.

Gojo Satoru is always curious about his students, but he has to admit that you, who entered with almost 18 a couple years ago, transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo, are still a whole world of unknown things he wants to discover. You had an easy time to adapt to the existent group and easily became friends with all of them. It's common to find you training with Yuuji, talking with Megumi or shopping with Nobara. You also showed a huge capability to talk to teachers – specially, to Nanami, for some reason Gojo prefers not to know.– But you're still incapable to talk with him without taking your eyes away from his, or leave quickly. He found it cute and even amusing at first, but now, seeing how you freely talk with Nanami as if he was a friend more, it's starting to crisp him. He wants you to talk to him the same way.

Maybe his intentions are mixed and he doesn't really want you to talk to him as one more. He wants more than your usual interactions with other people. Probably he's being egoistic, but he wants you to blush at his jokes and to search him on the breaks. He wants to make you nervous, to make you want to talk to him, to rely on him. To desire him, even when he knows it shouldn't be like that. He tried not to fall, he tried it so hard, but, now that he wants you so bad, he at least desires his feelings being reciprocate. But, he has a huge problem.

Satoru Gojo is used to have people reaching him like butterflies towards light and, for the first time, he's the one supposed to talk to you first, to ask you for a date and to reach you. And he doesn't know how to call your attention, specially knowing there's less than a week to finish the course, and with it, your stay on the Jujutsu Tech School of Tokyo, under his gaze.

In one hand, he feels lucky for that. He won't be nervous about the fact that you're still a student on his class and he, your tutor. And, at the same time, it makes him think how the hell is going to keep contact with you, when you have no business there once you stop studying. He could ask Nanami if he has your number, and make up a excuse to see you.

No. He's not going to ask for help, and less to his best friend, who didn't tell him about his marvelous friendship with you. Gojo will make things on his own way, and he hopes they will result.

"Going back to the class, please open that damn laptops and take notes. And this is a direct warning for you, Itadori. I saw you playing the other day, and you suck at 2048." You all open your laptops while the teacher walks to the back of the class, having a panoramic of all your screens, making sure you all are opening your books. And he sees it. You're fast to take it away, but he read clearly the web you left open yesterday on your laptop: camming.jp

He only was able to see the big pink logo on top of the page before you closed it, blushed and looking around to find his covered gaze on you. He looked away, as if he wasn't paying attention to you. He saved the page on his memory, thinking of his first alone time on the morning to check it on his phone. Just with the name, he can even imagine about what it could be, but, at the same time, internet domains sometimes play to be called in ways that don't relate to the content. He hopes he's wrong, or else, he'll have to fight with all a community of streamers you probably like. He'll investigate a little, if it is based off videogame streaming, he can talk with you about games! a direct way to have a conversation with you. His plan was amazing, and it had no margin for error.

However, two hours later, alone on his office, he did not expect to find a half-naked man welcoming him to the page for the first time, apart from a large pink pop-up warning asking for age verification. Gojo lifted his brow as he checks twice that his door is closed and the window that connects his study with Nanami's has the blind down. His attention goes back to the phone, putting the volume down as he types.

"An adult video website, huh?" he smiles for himself as he introduces his age on the page pop-up, and once checked, it lets him access to the content. "An adult streaming website." he hums. He slides down, streamers of all genres and ethnicities showing up on home-made streams, filtered by the top favorites of the week and verified streamers of the page. Gojo supposes it works with tips that public leaves to the streamers, as he keeps looking down to the solo section, the couples, the threesomes. There's a lot of alternatives and a lot of different genres to choose from. He licks his lips softly. So this is what you do on your free time? Getting closed up on your room at the dormitories of the Jujutsu School, seeing this streams? Cute, he thinks, as an idea starts to appear on his mind. He wants to call your attention, but there's no way he will abroad you on the corridor to talk about sex streamers. But, what if he became one?

He doesn't want to be narcissist, but he's handsome. He has a nice body, and his private parts are for sure something to be proud of, he thinks. He doesn't mind to show his solo fun routine for an audience, specially, if you're between them. No one is going to recognize his hands and his moans, but he will make sure you have a way to recognize him. After all, this is the only purpose he has in mind while he starts typing information and switches the account from "viewer" to "streamer".

Under the profile name of "blue_eyed_guy", he puts all the necessary information and adds a profile pic, one he took on the beach several years ago that shows from his marked abs to his strong and pale legs. He's even excited to start, he's not gonna lie. The fact that you're gonna see him makes Gojo smile. He sets his usual stream time to your free hours, as he calculates it might be the time you get connected to the stream. He only needs to get who you are between the tons of users inside, and worse, make you get connected to his stream. They're both important steps and he has no idea on how he's gonna make it. He decides to try luck on a first stream, right after his last class, once he's comfortable on his bed.

Another pop-up appears as soon as he opens the web on his laptop, already home, showered, without the blindfold and half-naked. "Do you want to collaborate on a video with your favorite streamer? Click here for more info!" A big smile appears on his lips. Collaborations? Maybe that makes his work a lot easier. Of course, if you want to collaborate. Though, you wouldn't have why record a video. Maybe just give some orders... Ask for special clothes...

To collaborate, you need to be geographically close, which makes all the people who aren't from Tokyo unable to participate. Then, some specifications from the streamer can make the circle of people smaller, until he has some profiles to pick from.

Maybe he could use a final sentence on stream, and use it on class too! Watch your reaction to it and get if you see his streams or not. He decides to try both as he turns the led lights red, make sure his face is away from the frame and clicks on start streaming. At first, just a couple people join, as he has his hands occupied on the keyboard, searching for some video to heat him up. He's not even aroused, but he needs to get you so bad... He needs to start now.

His hands caress himself above the fabric of his pants as the video starts. Some more people enter, as he counts with an special new streamer push, and he starts to imagine. Are you looking at him? Are you connected to his stream? He takes the first layer of clothes away, only black underwear covering him. He keeps rubbing as he gets harder, ideas about you filling his mind. Will you touch yourself to him? Will you think about him - as your teacher, not as a random streamer - while?

He doesn't know that the answer to all of them is yes. You're on his stream, as the page recommended it to you, and his bony and large hands pressing his bulge made you imagine them on another places, until you paid special attention to his right hand. A scar could be seen, just if you looked really well.

If you knew where to search it.

"Sad, isn't it?" Gojo sarcastically said in class while showing his hand, with a largue scar, some weeks ago. "The strongest sorcerer gets his first scar cooking."

He didn't know you knew it was him, and blood rushes up to your cheeks as you imagine the frame of his face, his chest and his long legs. You wonder if he keeps the blindfold on or he doesn’t, as your brain questions your teacher. Why is him on a page like this? And why is him streaming?

Since you entered to study on Tokyo, the tall teacher called your attention. First, with his heavenly looks, and then, with his smooth personality. You started to feel attracted to him without noticing it, every time he took you four out for a mission, picking you up later to have dinner, when he let his hair fall on his forehead, with big sunglasses covering his eyes. You read the stream title, “i’m just trying, might delete acc” as, on the other side of the screen, Gojo’s mind started to wonder further. The video he was using is long forgotten as his mind produces specially explicit images of you. Of your body, always wrapped in that uniform, on your hands - and the things he thought when he saw you wrapping them around a katana, so tight and sliding them so slowly -. The comment section starts to move, asking him to take off his underwear or to show his face. The first low tips start to appear as well. You look attentive to all the movements of the man on the little screen of your laptop, as, doubting, you place your fingers on the keyboard, ready to post a comment for him.

It’s short, and it calls his attention because it’s different to the ones he has been receiving until now, all of them being extremely lewd and asking him in different ways to fuck them. It’s wrote all in lowercase, and it makes his heart race and his lips part in a low moan. Even when he’s usually the one saying this things, the praise sends a new wave of arousal down his body.

“good boy.”

Your shy personality makes him unable to attach you with that comment, and it will probably cover you until he deletes his account, making him unable to discover who’s the person behind the account that just tipped him 750 yens. He doesn’t want the money - he has tons of that, with a generous salary and a big inheritance from his ancestors. -. Maybe, he doesn’t care at all who’s behind the mysterious tipper, but you’ve heard of streamers who contact the best fans for a reward. It could be fun, and, if you can get it easily, you wouldn’t say no, acting surprised when you discover he’s your teacher and praying he doesn’t mind about your professional relationship. It would be an easy way to get close to him and, maybe, to have some fun without having to ask him directly. Gojo's hand presses harder on himself as you're able to hear him groan, making your body shake and your core get pathetically wet. His fingers curve under his black underwear waistband, as yours sneak pass your skirt end. Gojo playfully plays with the elastic, making the chat impatient and you impatient. He releases it, still rubbing the bulge from above, as he gets comfier on the bed, showing pale skin and strong arms, but without showing his face. You wonder how his skin would feel against yours, how deep his fingers - and his cock.- would go inside you. It makes you dizzy just to think about how he curled them to get the elastic, and how nice it would feel to get them curved inside you.

Desire has been consuming you for a long while, and you weren’t able even to talk with him, because every single little action the man does catches your attention and gives free room to all the naughty thoughts you could develop from that, without knowing, of course, that your teacher was having those same ones on the other side of the table. How many times both of you dreamed with closing the class door and use the desks for something more than studying. As he keeps a good rhythm, you get comfortable, putting your earbuds and letting your hand find your panties, caressing in circles from above the pink fabric while you put the laptop near you, opening your legs on the bed. You’ve done this so many times thinking about him that you don’t blush anymore, even when hearing his groans and moans make your heart skip a beat. Your lips part to release shaky breathes as your hand moves faster and harder against the now wet underwear, as you open your eyes with difficulty to look again to the screen. He lets spit fall from his mouth to his hand, as the other hand takes the waistband again but, this time, taking it completely away. You moan softly when he does the same, once his bony fingers are wrapped around his shaft and he starts little movements. Up, down, up, down, so slowly but so good. He’s just using his imagination, convinced that he’ll have the autocontrol to enter in you slowly, without slamming his hips against you or give too hard thrusts inside, even when he imagines your tight hole squeezing him to death. Just the image of having you naked, on his bed, with blushed cheeks and hair made a mess while you try not to moan as he fucks you is enough to make him twitch in anticipation. He doesn’t know how many time he has been streaming, or how many time he should, but if he keeps having all those fantasies, he won’t last long enough to make more content.

His hand increases its pace as yours do, the other covering your mouth to avoid being heard, even when supposedly no one is around the dorms. Is Gojo streaming from his dorm on the School? You can’t see clearly because of the led lights that cover the background, but it seems to be bigger, and an apartment, not a first-floor traditional house, as the dorms are. Gojo keeps going, his moans being more and more deep, as the chat, with several members now, burns in comments of “keep going” and “edge yourself.”. But you want to see him cum so bad… To hear him moan and to see his hips sweetly thrusting against nothing.

His hand slows a little as his breath trembles, legs tensed while he curses in deep voice, as he gets stained with cum. His chest - or what you can see of it.- raises and decreases quick, as he giggles softly, tired. He gets closer to the camera, showing only the V on his hips and his torso, to whisper against the mic, while your hands are still busy down there.

“I’m searching someone to… help me on my next stream. Please, if you’re from Tokyo and you enjoyed this, fill the form I’ll be leaving here. Thanks for watching.”

His soft, breathless voice against your ears makes you moan as your hips search your fingers harder against the wetness, as your mind wonders. You can fill that form. It’s the opportunity you’ve been searching.

He would love so much to see you moaning his name as you roll on bed, with your fingers still above your underwear and the image of himself getting off repeating on your brain while your mouth opens in pleasure and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tired body finds liberation.

Both of you sigh at the same time, getting up and going to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves before getting your laptops again. He’s quick to make the survey as you’re quick to find it and fill it up.

His smile gets bigger when the first collaboration request comes from a name he knows too well. You.

taglist: @crazybutconfidentaf -> please let me know if you want to be tagged on part 2!

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #tw voyeurism #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #minors do not interact

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hxhhasmysoul · 7 months

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I think it’s extremely EXTREMELY ironic how in Shibuya arc Sukuna not only managed to save Megumi and defeat Mahoraga, but he also prioritised Megumi’s safety and adjusted his domain rage so that it didn’t reach him. And once he defeated Mahoraga he even carried Megumi to safety… and now comparing that to Gojo (Megumi’s teacher who’s responsible for him) who declared he had no problem with beating him up, which later turned out to be completely true, since he didn’t hold back ONCE and even blasted his infinity void at Megumi’s soul 5 TIMES…

I’m not writing it to make Sukuna look better than Gojo, because Sukuna only saved Megumi to posses him later, but this just shows what kind of person Gojo is… if Sukuna (the King of Curses and an actual monster) could go out of his way to make Megumi’s safety his priority, only because he needed him for later, then why couldn’t Gojo the guy who’s responsible for Megumi (the student he presumably cares for) do the same in his fight against Sukuna? Because I don’t believe it was impossible for Gojo to that, especially that Sukuna didn’t even go all out, so why did Gojo? when one, there wasn’t really any need to and two his student’s life was on the line here? That’s honestly so crazy when you think about it.

I honestly don't know what to think about Gojou. I wrote that maybe his mental health took a hit in the Prison Realm and he stopped caring about the living.

And it's not completely impossible. But also now that I'm refreshed on his Shibuya fight in due to the anime, I seems that because he finds himself invulnerable he doesn't plan. He also doesn't try to figure his opponents out on a deeper level. Like with the disaster curses he doesn't really spare a thought to what may actually be their end goal of all this. With Sukuna too. It doesn't seem like he'd ever sat down, thought about what Sukuna has in his arsenal and how he could leverage that to win.

Especially after he'd already lost to Kenjaku. I know it's rarely spelt out but Gojou lost to Kenjaku. Kenjaku is very honest and clear that they don't think they could win with Gojou one on one. So they meticulously planned to seal Gojou, we see them test out the barriers several times. They manipulate the disaster curses also to test stuff out. They misdirect and get an informant inside the schools. And they win.

And Gojou doesn't seem to have learned anything from that. And approaches a guy with a title as bloated as his own in a very flippant way.

And also the showmanship for the camera. This desperate bid for attention that has always pushed away the people around him. He wanted to show off in front of his students? Well he surely did show them something twice. He surely piled on trauma on them twice.

With Megumi... Did he really assume Megumi would survive Sukuna's death because Yuuji has? The fact that Sukuna's soul didn't leave Yuuji's body and was able to revive it... Was that Sukuna's doing or Yuuji's? Maybe Sukuna's because he's got that cursed object shtick nailed down. But the fact that Yuuji's soul didn't leave either? We don't know for sure. It could've been Sukuna but what interest would he have had to keep Yuuji there. Yuuji moving on would've been much more convenient for him. It's more likely that it was the property of Yuuji's soul. Like I know that the body/soul dichotomy is kinda void in JJK, but people still die. The souls vacate eventually and bodies become slabs of meat. So yeah, fuck knows. And that's why a person who plans and analises wouldn't bank on Megumi's soul remaining in that body after it died.

And you're right, because Sukuna plans he's mindful of the pieces he has on the board. That's why he tricks Yuuji into a binding vow the moment he decides that Megumi's powers might be the key to him winning with Gojou. That's also why he looked concerned when Yuuta killed Yuuji. Like he seemed he was ready to intervene because his plan at that point hinged on Yuuji's survival. It's probably also why he tried to scare Yuuji in the hotel room when Angel revealed her intentions but Yuuji was too suicidal to care at that point.

#answering asks #jjk spoilers #jjk manga

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Hii Tawus🖤!! are u still updated on the jjk manga ?if so , pls share us your thoughts on ch 210-212

Helloo! 🖤

I caught up on it last night...

⚠️ JJK MANGA SPOILERS BELOW ⚠️

• fucking WOW! I mean I expected anything and everything from Sukuna but somehow him hopping into Megumi's body never occurred to me 😭 Like I knew he'd use him but never in a million years would've anticipated that pro gamer move. Also what is it now, Sukuna vs Jujutsu Tech score 2:0? I think the only question by this point is just how much shit will go wrong before Gojo gets out and fixes it? (if there's anything fixable left by then)

• Tsumiki thing was just cruel and I blame Gege, that man loves inflicting pain even more than I do...

• laughed SO much at Yuuji gesticulating to Megumi that Sukuna is 'the fallen' 😭🤣 too precious!!

• absolutely was NOT ready for those flashbacks with Gojo! Literally sprung up in my bed, would've spit out my drink if I was having any. Those scenes with him evidently walking Megumi back from elementary school are so bittersweet when the knowledge of him killing Toji is always in the back of my mind 😔 I tend to forget nowadays how much Gojo used to mystify me (and still does); where he gets his humanity from. And lots of people say different things, the most common theory being that he must've had a hard and violent childhood, heavy disciplining and training as the Gojo clan heir etc. Could be (tho generally I refuse to accept anything as canon until the original creator verifies it) - but I think there's more to it. It's hard to know what genuine love, care, responsibility, kindness, guidance, protective devotion look like when we've never ever seen any. So for Gojo to be able to give these things to Megumi (as he clearly does), as well as to his students - he needs to have gotten these from somewhere too at some point - at least from one person in his childhood. But anyways I've babbled on... In short, Gojo is complex, he still mystifies the shit out of me, and I remember how much he does whenever I see him, like I did in those flashbacks.

• I actually caught up with the manga all the way from ch 173 to be able to answer this ask, so thank you for pushing me along 😂💕 In the same night I saw curse Naoya, Kashimo vs Hakari (omg can we talk about Kashimo? i love that dude, his attitude is everything), Tsukumo and Choso vs Kenjaku (fell in love with Tsukumo at lightning speed, I think we all did), and got to see Sukuna's new body (the situation is atrocious so I hate to mention how fucking hot he looks with his new emo bangs)

#ask tawus #jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers

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neoameba · 3 months

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Starboy

Ryomen Sukuna x male reader

A/N: This story can be read with ftm!reader if you want, as no genitalia is mentioned. Slight Yuuji x reader. There is a slight mischaracterization of Sukuna for obvious reasons (canon Sukuna wouldn't care about anyone, you included ☠️).

Part 2

Summary: Being the center of attention can be good and bad at the same time. Itadori had just discovered the jujutsu world, has barely trained and was already being called to go from one place to another. But, he could personally meet the people who are so talked about by second-year students. One of these people was [Name], a third year special grade jujutsu sorcerer who barely attended school but was well respected. At first, Sukuna doesn’t care so much about him, but...

This was his favorite moment of the day. Itadori had nothing to do, so he just saw photos of Jennifer Lawrence on his cell phone and fantasized about the ideal woman, while Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses who almost always try to kill somebody, called him a desperate for women. Itadori is a teenager, and he barely has the peace to fantasize about his ideal woman.

The peace he no longer had ended up completely slipping out of his hands, as angry knocks on the door echoed in his bedroom. He crawls sadly to the door, knowing he won't be able to do what he was doing before for a long time.

...

It was director Yaga. To tell the truth, Itadori wondered if he had done something wrong, and his expression of doubt made that clear.

"... Satoru didn't tell you, did he? That damned Satoru! I keep saying "don't trust Satoru Gojo to warn anyone." But they never listen! I imagine you already know who [Name] is. A few days ago, he said that one day, he would like to meet you in person, and that day was today. You should already be there, he said it's a mission for you."

And so, director Yaga leaves in a hurry, he seemed irritated, perhaps because he had more than 40 calls from [Name] asking about Itadori, or because Gojo hadn't warned the boy about the mission. Either way, Itadori's day had gotten more colorful. He will meet the most talked about sorcerer (after Satoru Gojo-) of the school. Of course, seeing Itadori's thoughts and excitement over something so banal makes Sukuna slightly irritated. He clearly despises current jujutsu sorcerers, and consequently also despises [Name], so seeing Itadori happy to be going to meet the special level sorcerer makes Sukuna find it pathetic, It's like seeing an insect admiring another insect.

Along with his assistant, Itadori is taken by car to a beach. It was completely empty, as if it had been reserved for someone. The aura became strange every time he looked at the sea, and suddenly, Itadori could no longer hear anything, as if he were in a desert. He gets out of the car and so does the assistant, ready to create the curtain.

"Hey hey hey! Let me do it, okay? Go away, psst psst."

A voice startles both the man and the younger boy. He was the third year special grade jujutsu sorcerer! Honestly, Itadori expected something else, but prefers to refrain from commenting. The assistant looks shocked, he felt almost fired, as he was only there to lower the curtain. [Name] didn't seem interested in making a curtain, perhaps because he didn't need it, or simply didn't want to, for any reason.

[Name] approaches the younger boy, and almost comically, gets very close to his face, even leaning in to get a better look. It wasn't the first time this happened, Itadori is already used to it.

“You are Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel, aren’t you? I imagined you were... Different.”

“What do you mean different?”

"Nevermind.”

The older boy even seemed disappointed. Maybe he expected Yuuji Itadori to be like Sukuna's paintings, who had four arms, two mouths, two faces, two... Anyway, you get the idea. But Itadori is just a teenager. And speaking of Sukuna, the man hasn't said anything so far, he hasn't even spoken in Itadori's head. It wasn't unusual for him not to speak to Itadori, but it still made the entire presence of the place more strange.

"Anyway, come on, we have a job to do."

"Aren't you going to explain to me what we're going to do?"

The guy is silent, but now, he seems to be smiling. He has a plan. As he pulls Itadori to the beach sand, Itadori feels something very strange, and when he least expects it...

"We have entered the innate domain of the curse. How interesting..."

"...What is an innate domain?"

And for the first time, Sukuna spoke something in his mind. Just a 'Pff... That's the least you should know’. Itadori decided to ignore this. He begins to notice his surroundings, and soon realized that... HE WAS ON AN ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA?! He was definitely not here before! That was an innate domain then? The place was calm, but there was still a feeling of uncertainty, and something in the back of his throat, like a feeling that something was wrong, something very bad was going to happen. A feeling of despair.

"I'm not here to explain anything to you."

...

"I'm here to watch you fight!"

[Name] smiled widely again. But what he didn't say was that he doesn't want to see Itadori fight, he wants to see Sukuna fight. I don't know if it's clear yet, but [Name] is so curious about Sukuna that he can barely put it into words. After all, it's not every day that this “curse” incarnates in someone.

"But, fight with what?" Poor Yuuji, he still doesn't understand that he's not the focus. To tell the truth, he was hoping for a joint mission with [Name], to see what a special grade sorcerer can do (of course, he's already seen what Satoru can do, but still, he wants to see more)

"With the curse under that water, brat."

[Name] smiled even bigger when he heard Ryomen Sukuna's voice. It was just one sentence, that alone was enough for him to clap. This boy is by far the most interested person in Sukuna.

"Exactly. The curse resides in the waters, it probably grows stronger from the loneliness of humans, and the feeling of despair. Special level, you can be sure of that."

Itadori only understands a few things, but what he understood already made him think 'I'm going to fight a special grade...?'

"Don't worry, if you can't fight the curse, I'm here to help you.” He already knew that Sukuna could simply refuse to fight and let Itadori drown at the bottom of that sea. That's why he's going to offer help.

"If it helps, that water is fake, it doesn't quench your thirst and it doesn't drown you. What drowns is what's down there."

And with a small smile on his face, he pushes Itadori into that water, which looked like quicksand. He just shouts a 'keep calm!' and sit on the island sand again, seeing Yuuji quickly being sucked into the bottom of the sea. Everything was very dark, and Itadori didn't drown in the water even though he couldn't breathe, it was a feeling of despair, but not death. He sees the creature from afar, it was like a huge snake. This curse also saw Itadori. The boy barely has time to think, and is immediately swallowed by the creature.

"Idiot. You know you're going to be killed, right? Slowly killed, with the feeling of despair and the pain of having your skin completely necrotized." Sukuna never helped much when it came to keeping Yuuji calm.

"Can you shut up and help me? I don't know if you noticed, but if I die, you die too.”

"And whoever said I care, other people will do the same thing as you. My incarnation is already right, brat.” Always with a mocking tone, making it clear who is the strongest. But, Yuuji knew exactly what to say to get Sukuna to help him.

"...If you help me, I will let you command my body without interfering in anything."

"Done deal."

A tear is made in the creature's belly, and someone immediately jumps out of the water, attracting [Name]'s curiosity. YES!! This was what the special grade sorcerer wanted! The creature gets angry, and soon emerges from the bottom of the sea. 4 huge dragon heads, cool.

Although the escape was successful, Sukuna knows he still doesn't have enough strength to face the curse, and trust me, it enrages him. Either way, it would be an interesting fight, and that's what [Name] thinks too. He wasn't even the focus of the king of curses, but he was afraid of being attacked anyway.

The fight lasts a long time, and although Sukuna does very well facing the curse, that is, he doesn't need help, [Name] still wants to appear to the king of curses, he wants to show how strong he is. After all, being able to impress Ryomen Sukuna is definitely something to put on your resume.

“Ryōiki Tenkai: Hoshi no Furu”

The domain expansion closes. [Name] was in the center, floating as if he was at peace, in a peaceful place, his voice even sounded sleepy. Everything seemed so dark. Until points of light like stars illuminated the sky created by the jujutsu sorcerer. A simple movement from the older boy did something magnificent, something even divine that cannot even be written. It was beautiful, and deadly. Think of thousands of little stars (as destructive and hot as real ones) falling on top of you, that's [Name's] domain expansion, the reason he is a special level.

And when the curse is defeated, everything returns to normal. The sand returns to occupy most of the beach and it is no longer a "simple" small island. [Name] slowly lands on the sand, facing Sukuna. The boy doesn't say anything, but because he is amazed by the scene he sees in front of him... Sukuna smiling, at him?! He actually manage to get Ryomen Sukuna's attention?!

"...Interesting..."

And with an almost sadistic laugh, he lets Itadori Yuuji regain control of the body.

Since then, sometimes [Name] wakes up in the middle of the night feeling someone watching him, and although he feels the overwhelming presence of the king of curses, he always thinks he is hallucinating and goes back to sleep. And when he (almost never) goes to the jujutsu school, he is greeted with the same unmistakable laugh he heard the last time he saw Sukuna. To be honest, sometimes [Name] entertains the idea that Ryomen Sukuna is interested in making him his new vessel, and maybe he's not so wrong, but maybe... That's not the only reason.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x male reader #yuji itadori #ftm reader #ryomen sukuna #Spotify #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #male reader #yuji x reader #itadori x reader

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2xcursekissed · 5 months

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Sparring with Okkotsu-senpai proves to be quite challenging.

Yuuji has always known he’s strong, even before meeting him, given all he heard about him. A special grade sorcerer ; the same as Gojo-sensei.

So, yes, he’s always known in his head. But seeing it first hand, and being on the receiving end of it — even just training —, now that’s a whole different thing.

After a decent amount of time spent sparring and getting his ass thrown and beat over and over, Yuuji’s limbs are heavy and his lungs are burning. Okkotsu-senpai is incredibly good at close combat, and now that they have swapped to using techniques, he hasn’t been able to get near him for a while now, with Rika intercepting him every single time.

He’s at a terrible disadvantage, and the gap in strength between them is just ridiculous.

After a while, Yuuji is getting tired and desperate. He’s sweating, out of breath, scratched and beat up, frustration building up at his core as he tries to think of different ways to approach this. As he’s been trying to get past Rika, Okkotsu-kun seems to have caught his breath and taken a break from the sparring, and he’s looking almost as fresh as when they just began. Ugh !!

Yuuji needs to do better if he wants to be stronger and protect his friends.

As he thinks, he suddenly remembers a piece of advice from his senpai himself. A suggestion made a while ago, which he never quite understood, but at this moment he needs every trick he can get.

So, as he runs back up to him a next time, arm pulled back ready to throw his blow, fist tight and oozing cursed energy, he shouts :

« SHIT YOURSELF ! »

unprompted ask | always accepting<3

training itadori was a request that came from gojo-sensei himself. since his teacher's release from the prison realm, yuuta found himself having more 1-to-1 chats with gojo-sensei often, his teacher dropping bits of knowledge with training sessions sprinkled here and there. based on the things he's heard from gojo-sensei, itadori and he were similar to some extent: deaths pending due to their high-grade curse. although yuuta's sentence has been pushed due to his strength and value to the higher-ups, itadori's fate looked bleak as far as yuuta was aware.

the damage sukuna did in shibuya was immeasurable—both reaping the lives of tens of thousands and making jujutsu a known phenomenon globally. but with sukuna currently out of his former host, this was an opportunity—an opportunity to train up itadori yuuji to tackle sukuna head-on (in the event gojo-sensei failed). wield that guilt and anger and apply it to battle. like yuuta in his first year, however, itadori is still a diamond in the rough, yet to be shaped up through grueling training and field experience. that's how yuuta finds himself tossing around his poor kohai, both with his own hands and via rika.

yuuta almost feels bad; he doesn't hold back per gojo-sensei request. the rules of the match are simple enough, pin down the other for 5 seconds or hit a "fatal blow." they likely would keep going until itadori won a round—that wasn't in the rules, but yuuta could tell the other was determined to get a least one 'kill.'

they'd spent a considerable amount of time grappling without jujutsu before switching to cursed technique, yuuta summoning rika to add another level to the training match. yuuta uses rika to his advantage, almost like placing an impenetrable wall between them. although itadori might not catch on, yuuta does start to grow a little out of breath. the first-year student really is no joke—his raw strength reminded yuuta of maki back in their first year. he'd been on the receiving end of her brute strength plenty of times, and if he wasn't careful he knew he could end up with a nasty injury from his underclassman.

once 5 minutes are up, rika retreats and yuuta once more steps up. "come on, itadori. gojo-sensei told me you were better than this. right now, you wouldn't even be able to beat sukuna even if he was inebriated and off balance," he taunts, crossing his arms for show. if itadori needed that extra push, then yuuta would gladly give it to him. "you're not protecting anyone like this."

he grins when the other takes the bait, but that expression is short-lived. when the other student runs up, yuuta prepares to sidestep him, but stops when he hears the other yell 'shit yourself.'

huh?

yuuta blinks in confusion upon hearing itadori's words, the shock causing him to temporarily lose his train of thought. yuuta is able to recover somewhat and position his body so that his chest doesn't take the brunt of itadori's attack, but he isn't able to avoid it altogether. yuuta grits his teeth and stumbles a few paces back after itador's fist inevitably makes contact with his shoulder.

yuuta's regains his balance as he firmly plants his foot into the soil of the field. he touches his shoulder to get a feel for the damage before rolling his assaulted shoulder back. though it still felt bruised, he's lucky he reinforced his body with enough energy to minimize damage. itadori's last swing could have shattered bones. that thought almost sends chills down yuuta's spine.

"nice job, itadori," he praises, offering the first-year student a thumbs up as he drops back down into a fighting stance. "but a surprise attack doesn't work twice."

#wormb0i #ic; main verse #this was so iconic of you actually #im sorry it took me long to reply. i was fighting my own demons this past month lksdjlkfsajkl

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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Can you do a scarlet reader and the death of Yuji/Sakuna like how Wanda had to kill Vision.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader ends sukuna

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major anime/manga spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major angst and sad, mentions of scarlet witch's powers, and death, no comfort

this honestly hurt, i cried writing this and i really hope you got your tissues and sad playlists ready when you read this because you will need it <3

the one thing that the jujutsu sorcerers feared the most finally came to pass as itadori yuuji consumed all of the curse king's curse fingers. just as he was supposed to be executed in order for ryomen sukuna to die, he was the one who became dormant and sukuna took full control of his body as his vessel.

unable to fend him off, sukuna wreaked havoc and rendered the jujutsu sorcerers powerless. with all of his fingers consumed by itadori, he was as strong as gojo satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and stronger than he had ever been.

without a choice, the higher-ups forced you to end the king of curses, knowing full well that your non-jujutsu power could outmatch cursed energies and the like.

"we've already lost more than enough, sukuna's unstoppable!"

"not even gojo satoru is strong enough to withstand the curse king."

"but gojo's adopted daughter can."

"you mean the sorcerer killer's biological child?"

"fushiguro [name] has a special cursed energy that holds no restrictions, which gojo satoru referred to as chaos magic. if anything, the child is our only hope. if she can defeat kenjaku and mahito, then she can put an end to ryomen sukuna."

however, the major problem was you. you refused to kill yuuji/sukuna, even if he had already caused enough destruction and harmed enough people. that was your yuuji-nii out there, and you loved him just as much as you loved your gumi-nii and nobara-nee. you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him, and you promised that you wouldn't hurt anyone with your powers.

"kikufuku, baby, please. you need to listen to daddy, you need to listen to me!" gojo knelt down to your height, taking your face in his hands.

he was battered, bruised and exhausted from fighting, even the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was no match for ryomen sukuna. currently, he was doing everything in his power to help you realize and make you use your chaos magic.

"you need to use your wiggly-woos magic on sukuna or else he's going to hurt everyone else." gojo was practically begging at this point, knowing damn well how the world was at your mercy.

you shook your head as tears pricked the brim of your eyes, "b-but i can't.. there must be another way, daddy. why does it have to be me? i can't hurt yuuji-nii, not yuuji-nii.."

"[name], please. think of everyone else. yuuji's gone, that's no longer him. it's sukuna, now." gojo pleaded once more.

you refused to move and froze in place, even with all the screaming and chaos surrounding you and gojo satoru, but that was until you heard his ever familiar voice, itadori yuuji's voice.

"[name], please listen to your father. you need to do it for everyone, for me."

"yuuji-nii? but yuuji-nii.." you croaked out, sniffling sadly at the sound of his voice. how in the world did he sound so comforting, even at a time like this? gojo looked at you in astonishment as he pulled away. you were communicating with itadori yuuji telepathically.

"you have to do it, [name]. we're running out of time. i can no longer control sukuna, at this rate he is going to destroy all of us." yuuji continued talking to you.

your lips quivered at the thought, and you were still reluctant as you shook your head once again and closed your hands into trembling fists. "i can't do it, yuuji-nii. please don't make me do it."

with that, itadori yuuji's spirit manifested before you, much to your surprise and sadness. he placed a hand on the top of your head, peering down at you with a comforting smile that spelled reassurance.

"yes you can, [name]. if anyone can do it, it's you because you're stronger than all of us combined. you're the real strongest sorcerer here."

he, too, believed in your strength. you were the scarlet witch as told by his gojo-sensei. if you were capable of teleporting, getting rid of gravity, controlling sukuna while he still hadn't consumed all of his fingers, and defeating the special grade cursed spirits and users as if it was nothing, then you had the potential. you were more than capable of killing the king of curses.

you broke down into a sob at yuuji's words as the thought continued to rack you horribly. with a heavy burden on your chest and tears blurring your vision, you finally allowed gojo to bring you to where ryomen sukuna was. he had already broken down the curtain protecting the barely standing structure of where they had supposedly sealed itadori yuuji. you shakily raised your hand towards sukuna.

"please forgive me, yuuji-nii." you cried out as you unleashed the chaos within you, the same black-streaked red psionics that defeated kenjaku and mahito reappeared from your glowing fingertips and eyes.

"you could never hurt me, [name]. it's going to be okay. i just feel you."

you lifted your head to see yuuji's ghost still standing beside you through the red glow and tears blurring your eyesight. you could still feel his touch even if he was no longer physically with you as he held your free hand in his while smiling. yuuji was still smiling at you even until now.

"yuuji-nii.." you sputtered out, sniffling as bitter, hot tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks.

your chaos magic was doing its thing. as sukuna's pained cry reverated and tremors scattered throughout the area, all you could think about was yuuji. your memories with yuuji flashed before your eyes like a movie.

from you meeting him thanks to gojo and megumi, to him picking you up to spin you in the air only to embrace you with a bear hug, to him comforting you when you get into a fight with your brother or father, and finally to him smiling at you at his final moment.

"please, look after gojo-sensei, fushiguro, kugisaki and everyone else for me. i love you, [name]. thank you for being like a little sister to me. take care of yourself, okay?"

those were his final words before his ghost passed and left you.

it was just like how you lost orimoto rika, your first best friend. actually, this was more than the second time the world was cruel to you. you have lost so many people in your life already. from your father, your mother, your best friend, and now one of your older brothers. you wanted to scream and force yourself to wake up from this horrible nightmare, but you were wide awake and this was reality. your reality.

you really were the scarlet witch. even in your world or universe, you have loved and lost. it might not be vision, who's supposedly your other half, but you lost itadori yuuji. the worst part was that you had to kill him exactly like your other self, wanda maximoff, did. you might not have cursed energy just like gojo satoru and the entirety of the jujutsu sorcerers, but you felt as if you were cursed.

why does it have to be always like this? why does the scarlet witch have to lose the people she cares about the most? how can fate be so cruel and unkind to you? the fact that you were just a child too, younger compared to the other scarlet witches that existed throughout the vast universes out there.

as the curse king had fallen and died from your immense chaos magic that tore him down, you too had fallen. you felt as if your heart had been tore apart from your chest. your hunched over, knees buckled to the floor as you screamed. your anguished cry reverated the atmosphere and reached the heavens from how loud it was.

it was unfair. it had always been unfair to the scarlet witch. you always have to lose, no matter where or what you are. the universe was so cruel to not even spare you from the curse of losing the people you loved.

gojo immediately rushed to your side, and enveloped your hiccupping and fallen form in his embrace to comfort you.

you sobbed to him, clutching the fabric of his battered black uniform. "yuuji-nii's gone.. i did it, but why does it hurt?"

"shh, it's okay, kikufuku.. i know, i know.." gojo hushed you, cradling you in his arms as you cried your heart out. "i'm so sorry, baby.."

"yuuji-nii's gone.. he's gone.." you continued to cry against gojo, remorse and guilt filling you whole. the memory of his smile and you having to end him had already ingrained itself in your head.

you did it. you saved the world yet again, just like how wanda maximoff, the scarlet witch, did. the higher-ups thrived on their victory as you mourned and carried the burden on your shoulder.

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie, or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness]

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same.

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin.

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher,

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself,

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him”

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about.

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out.

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string.

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes.

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened.

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face.

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something,

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt.

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance.

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing?

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis.

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting.

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?”

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

- “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”-

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far.

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjkxreader #jujutsukaisenxreader #yujiitadori #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #itadori x reader #sukuna #sukuna headcanons #jjk headcanons #sukuna smut #gojo saturo x reader #jujutsu Kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #sukunafluff

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cursedvibes · 7 months

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Hi..... Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series (until now)? Thanks....

No problem. It gives me a great excuse to whip out this image of my top 9 jjk faves

They're not in order here, but compared to other categories, I don't actually have such a hard time ranking characters.

Kenjaku

I've talked about them a bunch, most recently on the last ask about my favourite characters, so I'll just summarize what I love about them: mad scientist + family drama + trans + chill & genre-savvy + Japanese history + body snatcher

2. Yuuji

Also like him for how he's a pretty unusual shonen protagonist. He's not overpowered, he doesn't want to become the jujutsu king/kage/president and almost every shonen mc trope he does exhibit gets punished or beaten out of him. He nontheless doesn't lose his base compassion for people. That compassion is also what will drive him to kill if he has to, something for the few people he actually hates. He's selfless to the point of suicidal. His whole character arc(s) revolves around him finding a satisfying way to die and now being forced to also find a satisfying reason to live (with how jjk is going, I don't think he'll find that but he's not able to die either). His conflicts with the villains are deeply personal, he doesn't just challenge them on the basis of them breaking the law or being some nebulous depiction of a bad person. That's how it starts out, but he can't beat them on that basis alone. He was only able to really hurt Mahito and defeat him after he accepted their personal connection and similarities.

3. Tengen

Problematic conservative grandma. She's really the root of all of the problems in jujutsu society, she's the one who build up the entire basis of the series from world building to the antagonists. Without her Kenjaku wouldn't be who they are right now, they would likely not try to challenge the system and forcefully advance humanity in the way they do and might even be dead for hundreds of years. Gojo wouldn't exist without her either. Riko wouldn't either and she also wouldn't have died the way she did. Same for Yuki. Sukuna might largely be influenced by her as well. She's responsible for so much of what's happening in the series, but gets all too easily overlooked both in-universe and outside. Her whole backstory is so fascinating, her relationship to Kenjaku drives me crazy and I do find her stubborn, kinda grumpy personality quite charming. Also gnc as fuck.

4. Uraume

While in Sukuna's case I really care more about his backstory than him as a person and find his personality not that exciting, it's the opposite for Uraume. I do want that Heian flashback and also see where Uraume came from and how they met Sukuna, but what I really like about them is their personality. At first glance they appear so calm and collected, just a loyal servant without much autonomy, but they're actually so much more. There's so much passion in them, they are so easy to tick off and always ready for violence. Especially in combination with Kenjaku they are so entertaining. I need to see them cook more often. Preferably human. That brief glimpse we got when they prepared Sukuna's bath was so good. The way they pinned down and sliced up those curses without destroying them...I want to see them do the same with humans.

5. Angel

Heian era's craziest paladin. I just love how hypocritical and bloodthirsty she is. She has her sense of justice and right and wrong, she doesn't pretend like everyone has to agree with it, but she will still mercilessly kill everyone in her way or who she just doesn't like for one reason or another. If Kenjaku is a social butterfly, she's a social caterpillar. I miss her just blatently telling the protagonists that she doesn't care about their goals or innocent people dying. She must have been wonderful to witness in politics. I'm really curious how her relationship to the Abe clan looked liked. It's such a shame that all that got toned down, so Sukuna didn't get one-shotted and Gojo could be freed. The volume 24 extra show though that Gege does care about her or at least her technique, giving me some hope that she will actually get something to do again soon. Once we get her backstory, she could easily rank above Uraume. Btw, I want more panels where Angel is just a mouth. No Hana, just that mouth with a monotone background and overly detailed teeth. It looks so fantastically creepy.

Favourite Moments

1. Kenjaku talking to Kogane

It's just such a good moment that does a lot for Kenjaku's characterization, their goals and relationship to Tengen (and arguably also Yuuji). Still feeling pretty ambivalent about ch222, but this was undeniably a highlight. It has had a tight grip on my mind ever since. I could write whole essays about it, starting with the scenary of it all. Kenjaku sitting alone, the only one in focus and the only one in the light, while being in front of a game console with two controllers that remain untouched and without a game running while talking to someone/something that/who can't hear them or can't understand them. Kogane is basically just a computer. It can't give insightful answers or challenge Kenjaku's beliefs, while Tengen has also lost all autonomy and most of her personality I assume. She also can't talk back, probably can't hear them and isn't even there, but Kenjaku still directs their musings at her, knowing she won't/can't answer, but still asking for her input, challenging her and leaving space for what would be her own words. They hate her, but also want her to do better and this scene really shows that while Kenjaku's plans my succeed, they probably won't get what they really want.

2. Yuuji chasing Mahito

Pretty easy pick. I'm really looking forward to seeing this animated soon. It's not just the beautiful imagery or how their roles have now reversed, but also what leads up to it. Yuuji accepts who he is, how he is not so different from Mahito. He discards any pretence of high and mighty reasons for why Mahito should die and embraces his hate. He's not pretending to be any better than Mahito, no "I'm not gonna kill you because I'm not like you", he says with absolute senserity that he will kill Mahito as many times as it takes. He's gonna hunt him down just like Mahito did. It's also the start of Yuuji giving into the role jujutsu society has put him in and starts thinking of himself as a cog, a mere object that serves others and blindly obeys its function (killing curses). I think getting Sukuna out of his body was the start to him evolving past that thinking, but this was a very necessary step. He needs to be broken down before being build back up. It was a great end for Mahito as a character as well.

3. Kenjaku & Tengen get Sukuna's body

This whole scene is so interesting. Like in the first moment it's basically just Kenjaku talking to their hand puppets again, but this time there's a bit more outside input. Ngl, the mere fact that Kenjaku and Tengen are together, talking to each other and working with each other excites me already. There's not much of Tengen's consciousness left and she can't actually refuse anything Kenjaku does, but their interactions were still very fascinating. What's also interesting is how they (both of them) treat Sukuna's corpse. They stroll up to it so casually, as if they have done it in the past. Kenjaku asks Tengen if they can take it and she says yes, but neither of them consider Sukuna and his wishes in all this. Kenjaku even jokes that it's their souvenir for him. It makes me so curious about how they are connected to him and what kind of relationship the three used to have. It gets even better now that we know that Tengen was the one who prepared his corpse (without his knowledge) and Kenjaku was the one who turned Sukuna into a cursed object. These two have clearly passed around Sukuna's corpse between them before. "Do you mind if I take his fingers?" "No, go ahead, I don't need them" This scene gets better and better as the story progresses.

4. MCs meeting Tengen

Speaking of scenes that get better with time, ch145 and 146 have been one of my favourites for a long time. They have to be on this list for how many times I've reread them alone. The more information and backstory we get, the more interesting this whole info dump becomes. There are always little phrases and moments that become a lot more meaning full on a reread. We also got so many hints. Tengen's connection to the Star Plasma Vessels and Six Eyes, Yuki being able to hear the other SPVs, Tengen and Kenjaku's relationship (many hcs were spawned by Tengen casually calling Kenjaku a child and I'm happy to see that many of them are turning out to be true), the first hints at Kenjaku's plan, even though a lot of depth was missing of course and Tengen underestimates some of their reasoning and end goals, and Tengen's utter failure to understand Kenjaku as a person (they aren't even that shy to talk about their reasons, especially to her! grandma please...).

5. Noritoshi preparing to die/visiting his mother

It's this scene of Noritoshi finding his mother again plus the context of her side of the story at the end of the Sakurajima colony and Maki's advice re matricide that really moves me. Probably Noritoshi's best scene so far. I really hope the reason he isn't with the others is because he went back to his mother to finally talk to her openly. I swear, these two are so horrible at communicating. It's so heartbreaking to see Noritoshi lose all will to live and being ready to die in battle to do at least something useful with his life. He dedicated everything to changing the Kamo from within for his mother, only to get kicked out of the clan and find out that his mother has moved on. Everything he has done so far becomes meaningless. However, it is what comes afterwards that makes it even more clear how toxic his mindset was. Noritoshi thinks poetic words about how he's gonna die for his friends, only to be interrupted by Daido and Miyo. It shows that this way of thinking is entirely unnecessary and something he has to break out of. It's what sets him on the right path to reunite with his mother. Kenjaku forced him out of the clan and gave him no way to return. His mother showed him that there is a way to live a happy life despite the abuse both of them suffered from the Kamo clan, it is possible to move on. Daido & Miyo disrupted his suicidal thoughts and took over the fight for him aka he has to rely on others and accept their "help" without giving anythign in return. Maki taught him that there might be a way to reconnect with his mother and that he should ask all the questions he has for her regarding his purpose and name openly. I really didn't care much for Noritoshi before, but this whole arc elevated him so much for me.

#asks #jujutsu kaisen #kenjaku #tengen #itadori yuuji #kamo noritoshi

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chil2de · 3 years

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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [4] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers.

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed, “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento unlike what Gojo Satoru said was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates.

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner.

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up, “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.”

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short, “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing, his punishment despite not being given any by Nitta was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan.

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.”

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy.

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you.

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.”

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.”

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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