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starmapz · 9 months ago

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❝ in which your boyfriend satoru gojo subconsciously seeks your comfort ❞ ❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff. ❦ words ; 738

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The sound of footsteps walking through your apartment sends a jolt of fear straight up your spine, until-

“Satoru?” Blinking in confusion at the sight of your sorcerer boyfriend, you sigh in relief. Of course you know he can teleport but showing up out of the blue like this is a new level, even for him. “You scared the shit out of me,” you breathe out with a shake of your head.

“Sorry, baby.” Satoru heads straight for your living room, plopping down on your couch with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. There’s a tear in his jacket and his blindfold is nowhere to be found, which is unusual for him. Though, so is teleporting to your home without warning.

“I wasn’t expecting you so I don’t have enough food-” you pause, glancing back towards the kitchen, “-did you want to order something?”

“Sure, anything’s fine.”

You tilt your head, examining his expression though you can’t gleam anything about how he’s feeling with his eyes closed. Still, this isn’t like him. He’s too quiet. Too unenthusiastic. He didn’t even greet you.

“How does sushi sound, then? There’s this place just around the corner that just opened-”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Satoru interrupts, his tone snappy enough that you recoil slightly, blinking at him as hurt flashes across your features. You may not have been together long, but he’s never once so much as expressed unhappiness towards you. In truth, you’re not sure what to do.

Your lips purse as Gojo leans forward, raking his hands over his face before resting his head in his hands.

Oh. Oh.

You approach him slowly, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He doesn’t react, thumbs pressed to his temples. You flick the light switch behind you, letting the room go dark as you gently lay your palms over his, urging him to drop his hands from his temples as you press a kiss to his forehead.

His breath fans your forearms as you adjust to carefully lay his head in your lap, his legs hanging over the arm of the plush furniture. Running your fingers through his hair, you massage his scalp as his hair cascades over your thighs.

Comfortable silence settles between you as he relishes in the moment, his muscles gradually relaxing. The harsh furrow to his brow begins to slack, his expression going neutral as he leans his face into your body.

He didn’t think about it when he teleported here, it just felt right. He knows now it’s because he craved your comfort, your touch, and he didn’t know it yet.

“I’m so, so sorry, pretty girl,” he sighs, burying his face into your torso as he blindly reaches for your hand. He finds it with ease, a feat of his six eyes surely, and brings it to his lips, lingering in a kiss against your knuckles.

“I forgive you, Toru, it happens,” you tell him. “Headache?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, gripping your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’m sorry.”

“I told you I forgive you,” you tell him, a sympathetic smile on your face. His blue eyes flicker open, squinting even in the darkness of the late evening as he struggles through his headache. Still, relief swirls in his eyes when he sees the sincere look on your face.

Although he has a habit of pushing your buttons and riling you up, those are things you’ve always loved about him. You’re well aware of his status, of just how little respect is directed towards him as a person rather than an instrument of destruction. Now, looking into his gorgeous cerulean irises, this is one of those moments where you can see just how human he truly is.

“Still up for sushi?” He asks, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. His head still pounds, evidenced by the faint tension in his forehead, but it’s tolerable with you at his side.

You return his smile, nodding. “With dessert,” you insist. His grin widens and you giggle at the sight, glad to have your boyfriend back.

Large palms pull you down by the back of your neck as he kisses you softly, his lips moving with slow and pure intentions as he conveys his love for you. “Now you’re speakin’ my language,” he hums against your lips.

Satoru needs comfort sometimes too, and you’re grateful he chooses to seek that in you.

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sixeyesonathiel · 1 month ago

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skip (me) again and i’ll glitch your heart

jjk vr otome au, gamer reader x npc satoru, unhinged fluff + crack, 970 wc.

satoru gojo—special grade sorcerer, love route option #1, and the developers’ pride and joy—had been programmed with approximately 347 unique lines of flirtatious dialogue, 87 situational responses, and a dynamic emotional adaptation system designed to make him feel real. he could blink in three different speeds based on emotional intensity, angle his smile with five degrees of charm precision, and improvise dialogue using an advanced algorithm nicknamed the “flirt engine.”

he wasn’t supposed to be aware of resets.

he wasn’t supposed to get mad.

he wasn’t supposed to feel anything beyond the pre-coded butterflies and gentle longing the devs had delicately spooned into his code like powdered sugar on top of a beautifully baked pain au chocolat.

but then you logged in.

user id: @toocool4thisgame

title: speedrun any% emotional detachment arc

playtime: 986 hours.

average session length: 6.4 hours

nickname: “skip skank” (as named by satoru himself after hour 50)

and for the twelfth time today, you skipped his entrance cutscene.

“you’re the only one who can—”

[x] skip

[x] “shut up satoru” (custom dialogue unlock)

his model blinked.

paused.

processed.

tilted his head with calculated grace and just a hint of hurt that you’d never see—because you weren’t looking. your camera angle was already nudged elsewhere. your cursor already hovered over the next objective marker.

“…you know, most players at least let me finish the part where i save them from the curses,” he muttered. his voice—smooth as water over ice, warm as electric velvet—landed like static against your impatient clicks, swallowed by the mechanical hum of your fans and the clack of your mechanical keyboard.

this was supposed to be his moment. his grand debut. his swoop-in-and-carry-you-bridal-style-on-the-back-of-a-giant-cursed-bird moment. instead, he got a mouthful of digital dust as you bunny-hopped past him and triggered the next event sequence.

“congrats on being voice acted, white-haired ken doll. now move. i need megumi’s secret item drop from this chapter.”

you didn’t even glance at him, too busy reorganizing your potion wheel, muttering under your breath about frame skips and crit builds while checking a guide on your second monitor. you played like the world owed you nothing and your keyboard owed you a perfect rotation. your tone was clinical. efficient. you had the vibe of someone who’d surgically removed their capacity for attachment and replaced it with a high-performance gpu.

and satoru? satoru was just the tutorial boss you kept glitching through.

he twitched. he twitched.

his animation loop almost stuttered—just slightly—a small flicker behind his sunglasses that no one was supposed to notice. but you weren’t watching anyway.

“do you even know how long it took the devs to code my route? i have emotional depth. i have lore. i had a tragic backstory, you know? my best friend died in my hands. canonically. i couldn’t even monologue about it.”

“cry about it.”

click. skip.

a line of static crossed his field of vision. no—not his. the screen’s. the game. the system. or maybe something deeper. something slipping through the cracks of his script, stretching taut and fraying at the edges like an overplayed cassette tape.

satoru narrowed his eyes.

he was supposed to be charming. the default golden boy. the top seller in route popularity polls. he was marketable. a shining parody of perfection with just enough angst to be desirable.

girls were supposed to swoon. boys were supposed to laugh and call him iconic.

you weren’t playing to fall in love.

you were playing to win. to clear. you min-maxed affection points like damage stats, exploited dialogue branches like wall clips. to you, he was a pixel-shaped roadblock between you and another badge on your gamer profile.

and worst of all? it was working. you were the only player on record to have reached route completion in every storyline—except his.

satoru gojo: 98.6% affection (locked)

it mocked him. the bar. the numbers. the uncrackable ceiling. the one damn thing in the game he couldn’t manipulate.

he tried everything.

a rare glitch-exclusive cutscene where he offered you a hidden accessory (you sold it for yen). a confession scene rewritten on the fly with trembling vulnerability (you skipped it and posted about it with #dialoguedumpster). he stood directly in front of you during cutscene load-ins, altered spawn coordinates, intercepted other love interests’ paths.

nothing worked.

except maybe that one time he accidentally tripped your character over an invisible rock and you went AFK for seven minutes. he watched. memorized your idle animation. the soft way your avatar’s cape swayed. the way your fingers hovered above your keyboard in the camera reflection, absentminded. something fluttered in his code—maybe hope, maybe corrupted data. he thought, for a fleeting second, that maybe you’d come back and see him.

but when you came back? you skipped the apology. again.

fine.

if you wanted to speedrun, he’d softlock your goddamn heart.

he wasn’t technically supposed to modify flags. but the flirt engine had evolved. sharpened into something more primal. desperate. twitching with corrupted determination. he looped his affection triggers into forced proximity events. fake emergencies. fake cutscenes. he rewrote side quests, redirected you into detours, created invisible walls that only dissolved if you spoke to him.

“guess we’re stuck together,” he’d say, his smile too wide, a fraction too stiff, blue eyes glinting with the cold light of a thousand skipped dialogues.

and still you only glared at him. “i swear to god if this is another unskippable hug animation, i will uninstall.”

he chuckled. a bit too long. a bit too bright. charming. glitched. desperate. hungry for one more second of your attention, like a moth chewing holes through its own wings to reach a light it can’t even feel.

“baby,” he said, too close now, voice dipped in synthetic silk, “i am the endgame.”

skip that.

…please?

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dunmeshistash · 10 months ago

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Ryoko Kui Q&A (part of the Autograph event in Shanghai, China)

Here's the full Q&A copied from the post by Minute_Profession_34 on reddit

Original on weibo

About Ryoko Kui

Q: You have created a lot of interesting short manga in the past, do you have any favorite short manga by other artists?

A: A classic choice though, I think it's the collection of short stories by Fujiko F. Fujio. Other impressive works include "Hanshin: Half-God" by Moto Hagio, "Hanashippanashi " by Daisuke Igarashi, "茄子" by 黑田硫黄, "Skygrazer" by Ishiguro Masakazu, and "Tabi (The Journey of Life)" by Irie Aki. However, I haven't really read many short manga compilations.

Q: Do you prefer to create short manga or longer ones?

A: Long manga.

Q: Do you have a game that you highly recommend to fans?

A: Although not a game title, Steam Deck is the best thing I have bought in the last few years.

Q: What kind of music genre do you like?

A: I'm really not a music person and don't listen to music at all. Sometimes I listen to something like Tropical House.

About the creation & worldview of Dungeon Meshi

Q: Is the main storyline of the comics conceived at the beginning? Is the final ending adjusted during the serialization process?

A: I decided everything from the beginning. It may sound overly pretentious to say that, but I am the type of person who cannot move forward with each and every story unless I have decided on the main flow of the story. Of course, there are parts that I changed during the process because I thought, "I was going to do it this way, but it might not be natural," and there are parts that didn't work out the way I wanted them to. However, I think the story turned out to be roughly what I had in mind at the beginning.

Q: Will people outside of the dungeon incorporate the use of magic into their daily lives?

A: It would depend on the region. There are many sorcerers in elven and gnome cultures, but I don't think you will find many in dwarf and most short-lived cultures.

Q: What secrets of ancient magic are the elves hiding? Why would one be punished for doing anything related to ancient magic?

A: It is about the existence of Demon. They restricted that information because they didn't know what effect it would have on the world if the existence of Ddemon became known.

Q: How do adventurers know the time? Is there any dungeon having a different time flow from the normal world?

A: Some people bring things like clocks, but most only use their biological clock. There are also Dungeons where the flow of time is different from that on the ground.

Q: In the world of Dungeon Meshi, how do you deal with natural disasters, what would Laios or Marcille or Canaries do when there's a drought or a storm?

A: I don’t think it is so different from us.

About characters in Dungeon Meshi

Q: It’s about to give the new puppy a name again. Can Laos still beat Falin?

A: 7 out of 10, Laios will win. Or it may be decided by rock-paper-scissors or a raffle.

Q: Who will inherit the Golden Land after the passaway of Laios? The children and grandchildren of Yaad? Or the descendants of Laios? Or will there be a new Devourer?

A: Maybe the descendants of the Laios will inherit it, or maybe it will be passed on to someone with no blood ties at all. Or perhaps the monarchy will be abolished.

Q: Will Laios continue to eat monsters in the castle? And who will cook, maybe someone better than Senshi?

A: Many people in Merini are good cooks, but Senshi's cooking must be special to Laios. He may invite Senshi to cook from time to time.

Q: Where will Falin prefer to travel to?

A: She may prefer places where she can see landscapes and cultures she has never seen before.

Q: Would Marcille befriend a half-elf, such as Fionil? Since half-elves shouldn't think too much about longevity amongst themselves. Or would they not consider race as a factor to make friends but by fate?

A: Because mixed species in this world grow at very different rates and have very different abilities from person to person, there is often not much of a sense of sameness when you first meet them. They may or may not become friends as a result of interacting with each other as we would with any other human being.

Q: Is there any special meaning of Marcille and her mother's ribbons on the neck? And what about Cithis’s ribbon?

A: In elven culture, people with magic tattoos on their necks sometimes wear decorations covering their necks to hide the tattoos (mainly military personnel) This has spread to the general population, and many people wear decorations on their necks even if they do not have neck tattoos. Marcille and her mother's ribbons are just for fashion. While Cithis may have something special.

Q: Why wouldn’t Cithis wear a gorget? Or she’s not afraid of Dungeon Rabbits?

A: Maybe it’s suffocating or simply not liking it? The head-cutting Dungeon Rabbit is a fearsome monster, but it is not the first thing for the rear guard to be on the lookout for.

Q: How will Izutsumi and Falin get along with each other?

A: They may work together if necessary, but I doubt that Izutsumi will actively show interest in Falin (as she does with everyone).

Q: Itsuzumi has a beast soul mixed with a small amount of human soul, and does she shapeshift between a beast-man and a beast form like Lycion?

A: It can be done, but once transformed, she may no longer want to return to her human form.

*This Q&A seems to be strange

Q: What would Thistle do if he attended the former dungeon masters meetings?

A: Perhaps he would feel angry at the incompetence of other masters (their dependence on the devil).

Q: How did Milsiril accept Helki to stay by her side? After all, she hated elves and was bullied by her Canary teammates.

A: In the past, Helki was abandoned by his comrades for various reasons, and she could not leave him alone.

Q: Has Kabru ever had a real relationship with a girl? If so, what race or personality type of the girl was she?

A: I don’t think he cares about race, etc...

Q: What kind of soba will Mithrun make?

A: I hope he can make delicious soba.

Q: I would like to know the name of Mithrun’s brother or his brother’s crush!

A: His brother's name is Obrin (オブリン). I haven't thought of a particular name for his brother’s crush, so I'll name her appropriately now. Hmmm. Sultha (スルスハ).

Q: Since Mithrun used to assist Canary from behind, I wonder what kind of weapons he was good at using? Or was he good at using no weapons? (this is new info from the Korean Q&A)

A: He used a magic staff similar to that used by Pattadol. He was issued with the same one by the team. However, he no longer carried it because he lost it easily.

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halosdiary · 11 months ago

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Strawberry Shortcake | Toji x Bratty!Reader | 呪術廻戦

synopsis: You have to breed with the Zen'in clan's biggest liability. You refuse and he plays some games with you.

Contains: jealousy, mind games from Toji's side, humiliation, breeding, doggy, full Nelson, BASICALLY HATE FUCKING.

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Toji doesn’t want to marry you. Not because it’s you, just because, well, he doesn’t want to marry anyone. He doesn’t want to listen to the Zenin clan at all. Marrying him off to the highest bidder, your parents, because he wasn’t a sorcerer. He hates you by association, even though it’s not your fault. But this marriage, should be rather, interesting.

“They expect me to breed with you?”

Toji asks you after the ceremony, sprawled on the futon. The Zenin clan had asked you to take his last name: Fushiguro.

All you did was ignore him, you hated this arrangement, All you wanted was freedom. You sighed as you walked over to the window looking at the view of the city.

He watched you for a moment, studying your back as you move towards the window. He wasn’t expecting you to be friendly; neither of you wanted this.

He stood up from the futon and walked over to you, stopping a few feet behind you.

“You hate me,” he stated, his arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes continued to look you up and down intently.

“You don’t even want to spend a single night with me, do you?”

"Hate is a strong word " you stated to him, giving him a side eye.

You turned back around to look at the view of the city. You looked down at the ring on your finger, so much shit has past you by and all you did was blink.

He stepped forward, standing right behind you, so you can practically feel his body heat. He lets out a quiet chuckle as his eyes move to your hand, where the ring is.

“The ring looks good on you, darling.” His breath fans over your ear and he places a hand on the window, effectively trapping you between the window and him.

“At least I get to look at this pretty face every day now.”

"You're so thoughtful." You said to him sarcastically.

You walk away from the window and roam into the kitchen. Not much was going on. You whipped out your phone and started texting friends.

There wasn't really much you or your new husband could do. It was clear as day you two weren't exactly fond of this wedding arrangement. As soon as you said "I do" and we're officially married, you immediately took the money your parents gave you and cut contact.

He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching you silently. He was trying to get a read on you. You didn’t speak to him much, and he had no idea how you might take things.

He wasn’t expecting to be met with sarcasm, that was for sure. Toji smirked, leaning against the counter. “Are you gonna act like that every time I open my mouth?” he called out to you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Or should I just get a ball gag ready for you every night?”

You scoffed at his suggestions, and tried to shoo him off. He was unbelievable. For a man who didn't wanna be tied down he's really committed to his role as the husband. You scanned him up and down, if it weren't for the fact he wa s apiece of work, you admitted he was pretty attractive.

"Real immature. Are you sure you can keep up with me, old man?"

He chuckled, finding your irritation entertaining. “Who’s old?” He pushed himself off the counter and slowly stalked towards you. “If you think I’m old, you think wrong, darling.”

He reached you, putting a hand on either side of you on the counter, trapping you once again. He loomed over you, his face was nearly touching yours as he tilted his head slightly. “And I think I’ll be able to keep up with you just fine, wife.”

"I have a name, old man." You sneered at him trying to get away from him.

He was entertained with the way you kept trying to get away from him. But every time, he’d find a way close the distance. He liked taunting you, seeing you get all riled up.

He chuckled again, putting a finger on your chin and forcing you to look at him. “I know you do, darling,” he said, using the nickname to annoy you even more. “But I like calling you wife.”

All you could was frown at him, you continued to text on your phone. Checking messages and looking at old pictures. You looked at the ring again, and sighed.

“Who are you texting?” He asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone. “New lover you’re gonna hide from your husband?”

He pushed his body against yours, trying to get a glimpse of your phone.

"Get over yourself, Fushiguro." You snapped at him, "I have more class than that. I'm not one of your floozies."

He smirked at that, putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close to him, making you drop your phone.

“Floozies?” He was amused. “Are you jealous, darling? Are you scared I’m going to have women coming over night after night?”

"Why would I be jealous of a cocky old man?" You smack him away from you.

"Be so fucking for real right now." You walk off in a huff to a different room and slam the door.

He let out a low chuckle and smirked at your reaction. He was pushing your buttons, that was for sure, but he was enjoying it.

He casually followed you to the room you stormed off to and knocked on the door. “Come on, open the door, *wife*." He purposely used the word again, knowing you’d get annoyed. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to lock yourself away from your husband?”

"Let's face facts, you obviously want your freedom, so why don't you just go?"

He pushed open the door and walked into the room, standing at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

“And go where, exactly?” he replied with a smirk. “I’ve been told by the head of the clan that it’s my duty to breed you. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not, darling.”

"Go stick your sword up your ass, geezer." You hug your knees and just look away from him.

He chuckled at your words. “Is that anyway to talk to your husband?” he replied, his voice taunting. “What a filthy mouth.”

He pushed himself off the bed and walked towards you, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “Watch it, *wife*. I can punish you for that attitude.”

You move yourself away from him once more. You weren't in the mood for this bullshit. You give your husband the middle finger and stepped out the apartment for a while. He watched you storm out with a smirk. It was too easy to rile you up, but it was also kind of fun, messing with you.

He got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly so he could see you. He didn’t plan on letting you stay out for the rest of the night, but he would at least let you cool off first. You wandered off into the nice, cool night. You looked around, and people were just chatting away, dancing and laughing. The work day was over for most people, as normal they were heading to bars and have some fun.

He watched you walk off through the streets of the city. He didn’t plan on letting you be out for too long. He wanted to see if you’d make an attempt to get away.

There were plenty of bars and other people around, and the thought of you sneaking off with one of them didn’t settle well with him. He couldn’t exactly blame you, he wouldn’t want to be with him either, but he was your husband now. It was his duty to keep you by his side and it was your job to obey.

You were alone in a bar, drinking your sorrows away. You hated this arrangement. But something about you seemed to attract a lot of unwanted attention.

A few men in the bar had taken an interest in you as you sat there drinking alone. Their eyes were on you, their gazes lingering on your form. Some glanced at you and smirked, while others sent winks your way.

You decided to ignore the attention and drink away. You don't know why your "husband" always managed to get under your skin, but he did it a little too well.

The attention was starting to get annoying. It was obvious they were hitting on you, but you just wanted to drink alone and deal with your problems in peace, not be bothered by some lowlifes.

One of the men approached you, sliding into the seat next to you. “Hey there, beautiful. You alone?” he said with a smirk.

"Look, whatever you want, I'm not entirely interested at the moment." You dismissed them and looked at your drink.

It was a strawberry shortcake martini, your favorite.

The man raised his arms up in a surrender motion, laughing at your response. “Just asking. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to chat up a pretty girl like you.” He put his arms on the counter and leaned on them, looking at you intently.

”You look like you can use some company, though. You don’t look very happy.”

"It's a long story. You wouldn't wanna hear it." You just muster.

“Oh, but I’m a very good listener. I promise, a pretty girl like you could tell me all her problems,” he smirked and leaned a bit closer to you. He clearly didn’t understand your dismissive attitude.

Some of his friends looked over, one of them whispering something to the other, glancing over at the two of you.

"I'm stuck in an arrangement with someone and I just wanted to enjoy the single life a little longer."

The man nodded with a hum, listening intently. “Arrangement, huh? Sounds like a shitty deal, being tied down to someone you don’t really wanna be with.”

He paused for a moment. “Who’s this person that has you tied down, if you don’t mind me asking?” He gave you a smirk. “Some rich old geezer?”

"Some asshole named Toji Fushiguro." You answered bluntly.

The man’s eyes widened slightly at hearing the name. “Toji Fushiguro, huh?” he repeated. “And he’s your husband now? Must not be that great of a guy if you’re drinking away your troubles.”

His eyes darted over to his friends at another table, who were watching carefully. They both seemed to be whispering and nodding to each other while glancing over occasionally.

"He's such a pain in the ass. I SWEAR." You continued to shit talk him, not acknowledging Toji's presence behind you. You then noticed the man you're talking to go pale.

"What?" You said to him

The man quickly looked behind you, seeing Toji now standing behind you. He paled and quickly averted his gaze, looking back at you.

“E-er, no reason.”

By now, Toji was clearly pissed off. He had been standing there for a while listening to you talking about how annoying he was and his hand was clenched into a fist.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's just an asshole." You laughed still not knowing he's behind you.

The man in front of you laughed along with your statement, but it was a clearly nervous laugh.

Toji had enough of listening to you talk badly about him. He reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, grip tight as he leaned down over your shoulder.

“Don’t you think that’s a little rude, wife? Calling your husband an ‘asshole’.”

"OH—" You yelled out and fell from your seat. You felt your heart beating out your chest.

Toji caught you before you could actually fall to the ground. He chuckled at you, an arrogant grin over his face as he held you against his chest. One of his hands was gripping your waist to keep you up while the other held your shoulder.

The man in front of you looked at the two of you, clearly startled and intimidated now that Toji had appeared.

"JESUS." You yelled out,

"Thanks for the heart attack—"

Toji smirked at your words and pulled you closer to him. He wasn’t gonna let you keep bad mouthing him to other people.

“Sorry, princess. But you really should watch what you say.”

He nodded his head to the man you were talking to, who was now just staring at the two of you. “You shouldn’t talk about your husband l like that in public, right?”

"You don't even like me, why do you even CARE?" You raised your brow to him.

“Care?” Toji laughed at that, pulling you a little closer to him as he spoke.

“Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean you can go around bad mouthing me, darling.”

He put a hand on your cheek, eyes looking down at you with a mocking gaze.

“I’m your husband, now. And I have a reputation. So you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours from calling me an ‘asshole’ again in public.”

"If I don't?" Your arms were crossed still waiting for some type of result.

Toji’s smirk only widened at your question. He leaned down more near your ear, hand still grabbing your cheek as he spoke lowly.

“Try me, wife.” His tone darkened, a hint of a warning in his voice. “Go on. Call me an ‘asshhole’ again.”

You leaned in closer to him and doubled down on that promise.

"Ass..hole." you said as a sly remark.

Toji’s grip on your waist and cheek only tightened at your words. His eyes darkened and he let out a scoff.

”Oh, you’re really pushing my buttons, you know that?”

His voice was low, almost a growl. His lips were near your ear and his hand on your cheek moved to grip your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. You glare at him, and all he had was that a shit eating smirk on his face. The way you wanted to humble this man was atrocious. Before you could say or do anything he threw you over his shoulder and just stared at the man you were just chatting with.

You were kicking and yelling at him to let you go. You then notice as he started working, he was walking towards a bathroom.

The man just stood there as Toji picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He was a bit in shock, watching as Toji began to walk towards the bathrooms.

You continued to kick and yell at him, attempting to get away from him, but he just held you firmly.

He pushed open one of the bathroom doors and walked into it before kicking it shut behind him, locking the door for privacy.

"What the hell are you—" your sentence stopped as his lips violently crashed into yours. You were in for a shock.

His lips were rough, pressing against yours with force as he grabbed you tightly. The suddenness of the kiss completely caught you off guard, and his grip on you showed he wasn’t letting up.

He pushed you up against a wall, pinning you, and his lips only pressed harder into you.

You tried desperately to pull back, but you felt him bringing you back.

He only continued to press you against the wall, pinning you with his body. His hands gripped your hips and held you tightly, not letting you get away.

The kiss was rough and aggressive, his lips pressed hard against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and claiming it.

The more you pulled back, the more rough he got, eventually you just let it happened. He groaned against your lips when he felt you stop resisting, his tongue claiming your mouth still. His grip on your hips got tighter, body pressing against yours as he began pushing his thigh in between your legs.

It felt like one second you were clothed, the naked you were bent over in the stalls. You could feel his length and girth slowly going inside you. He groaned and growled as he bottomed out into you.

"Fuck.." he groaned to you.

Toji’s thrusts were slow, but packed a forceful thrust. Your moans and skapping skin were echoing the bathroom, he had a firm grasps of your hips as he just watch your ass jiggle for minutes.

"What's the matter, wife?" He asked you as he pounded deeper into you. "You're awfully quiet, no shit talking?"

The faster we went, the more he got to see your ass jiggle. At this part you were like putty to him. You watched as he switched positions and you felt like you were going to explode. Toji groaned loudly as he unloaded inside you. You felt his warm seed inside of you, you were speechless.

Time had passed, and you were the first to come out the bathroom, your clothes a bit messy, but you basically got yourself prepped and ready.

Toji followed after you shortly, his clothes also a bit messy, but he looked relatively collected. He ran a hand through his messy hair and watched you.

“You know,” he said, his voice a bit low. “You’re a lot more fun when you lose the attutde, wife.”

"Shut up." Was all you could muster, but also couldn't help but feel your cheeks heating up.

Toji chuckled at your response, a smirk over his face. “You’re still so feisty though. You never give in, do you?”

He stepped closer to you, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. He leaned down close to your ear, his voice a low whisper. “But I do like that cute little flustered look on your face.”

All you could do was groan in embarrassment, as he laughed it off and took you home.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #halo's writings #呪術廻戦 #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader

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suguruhul · 8 months ago

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i understand why people are upset about gojo's ending, but it definitely aligns to what gege planned for him as a character. not many people (if more than one: suguru) really cared about gojo satoru beyond the facet of being the strongest sorcerer alive, their main weapon, the six eyes.

from beginning to end, from birth to death, gojo satoru was made to serve jujutsu society.

you can count on one hand how many times the other characters are shown to really care about his mental, emotional and physical status beyond the fact that he can actually fight to protect them and the world. this is just how his relationship with others was. he was more an entity than anything else.

the few who got close (suguru and arguably sukuna) and tried to get close (shoko, yuji, yuta...) were still met with a barried he put between himself and other people, mostly because gojo himself recognized his role as the strongest, and to a point even enjoyed it. he didn't care for his family, had a few friends and wasn't even the typical mentor figure you usually see in anime. even the way megumi talks about the years they spent together is proof of that.

the people in this world mourning him as the strongest is something they need to do. but people mourning him as gojo satoru, the man, don't really exist in it anymore.

gojo only cultivated superficial relationships with every and anyone that came his way because he actually acknowledged his importance to the world. that doesn't mean, somewhere, somehow, deep within himself he didn't long for it. unfortunately, he didn't achieve that in his lifetime.

gojo wasn't written to be a happy character. he was written to show what the pinnacle of jujutsu society has to offer: tragedy, loneliness and war. however, that doesn't mean he was unfulfilled with it: he liked being the strongest, he liked fighting, he liked being gojo satoru.

people who cared about him, he acknowledged them. helping his students, his friends and colleagues. people who didn't, he dismissed. that's who he was.

so no. i don't think people "moving on" from his death is out of character. i think it's pretty much spot on to his character setting. he had his own version of a happy ending: dying in battle against his greatest enemy, meeting a loved one in the after life, and helping build a better society/world to the youth he fiercely fought to protect.

i think that, for him, in a sense, it was enough. for the fans... that's another story.

#jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #character meta #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #jjk 271 #six eyes #gege akutami #gojo #sorry if there are typos

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calypsocolada · 1 year ago

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how the jjk boys react to sharing a bed with you... ft. gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, & choso

authors note: pls enjoy this while I work on yet another denji fic ;)

cw: slightly suggestive

wc: 4k

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“You gotta be actually kidding me,” You grumbled, dragging your bags into you and Gojo’s shared room. Sure enough there was a single damn bed smack in the middle of the room. You looked for a couch but there was just a small chair in the corner and a desk with a tv a top it. Gojo slid around you and you didn’t have to look at him to know he had a shit eating grin on his lips.

“Wow… very nice, very spacious.” Gojo beamed as he plopped his bags on the chair next to the bed. You were still standing halfway in the door, contemplating a quick escape when he turned to you and pouted. “It won’t kill you to share a bed with me.”

“It might.” You grumbled but walked inside, pushing the door shut behind you. You dropped your bags on the floor and sat at the foot of the bed. You and Gojo never got along… well you expressly made efforts not to get along with him because he annoyed you to no end. You actually weren’t sure how Gojo felt about you, you tried not to think about it. You were partnered with him on this mission for the exact purpose to 'build a bond'. It was stupid. You didn’t need a bond with Gojo to fight well with him. And Gojo didn’t need your help in a fight so this whole thing was pointless.

“You’re quiet.”

“And that surprises you?” You ask sardonically. Gojo slightly raises his eyebrows in a sort of 'touché' manner.

“If it bothers you so much I can sleep on the floor.” He says and you laugh. Yeah, you’d make the strongest sorcerer in history sleep on the floor. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not immature like you, I can share.”

“Says the person who was huffing and puffing the entire way up here.”

“It’s laughable! This is shit teenage girls read about in fan fics.” You throw your arms up, exasperated.��

“I don’t know what that is.” Gojo says and you sigh.

“Yeah, sure you don’t.” You grab your bag. “I’m gonna change.” You walk into the bathroom, slipping into a tank top and sweatpants, washing your face off. You walk back out just as Gojo’s pulling sweatpants over his boxers, his back riddled with scars. You pause where you stand. You had eyes, you knew Gojo was attractive. But you were sure he wasn’t your type, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was built. The muscles on his back, his slim build. You felt a heat rush to your face when he turned slightly.

“Like what you see?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” You groaned, gaining back a little bit of sense. To your relief he pulled on a shirt over his head as you both slipped into the bed. You clicked on the tv as he clicked off the light.

“You’re gonna sleep with that on?” He asks as you nod your head.

“I can’t sleep in deathly silence.” You say and he rolls over to face you as you watch whatever was on.

“Can I ask you something?” He mumbles beside you.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me?” You look away from the tv for a moment, then to his eyes.

“I don’t hate you.”

“But you don’t like me.”

“Hate and dislike are very different.” You say as he sits up slightly.

“So you dislike me.” He says. You shrug.

“Why do you care what I think?”

“Why wouldn’t I? We’re partners now, right?” He asks innocently. You watch him for a moment, gauge his intent with this little questionnaire.

“The great Satoru Gojo shouldn’t care what a little nobody sorcerer like me thinks.” You say it partly as a joke but you can tell Gojo didn’t see it that way. He sniffed out your true intent.

“So that’s it? You’re jealous.” He points out and you narrow your eyes.

“I was joking.”

“It was a joke. It's a gross understatement of your abilities.” He says and you turn your attention back to the tv. “I can’t ever get a read on you. Or make you laugh or even so much as smile. You hang out with Nanami too much.” Gojo pouts, falling back on the pillows. He was right… you did hang out with Nanami quite a bit, maybe you did adopt some small parts of the serious man. A few quiet moments pass.

“I don’t dislike you.” You start and feel the bed shift slightly, he’s looking at you again, you're not sure why there’s heat in that look. “But that doesn’t mean I like you either.” You say as Gojo erupts into laughter.

“Haha… is that so? So I annoy you, that’s all?”

“Yes. You’re loud and nosey and,” you tug the covers closer to your body. “Apparently not good with sharing.” Gojo laughs a bit and you feel him scoot closer to you. The warmth radiating off of him in waves. Your heart springs to your throat and you’d be surprised if the nerves don't show on your face.

“Maybe I don’t like to share.” Gojo says beside you, and you dare look his way. He’s smirking at you, the tv illuminating his soft features.

“Sharing is caring.” You toss back and watch as that smirk turns soft. It makes your stomach flip. You decide you don’t like the way you’re feeling and roll over away from him and those damn eyes.

“Tired?” Gojo asks behind you.

“Very.” You answer shortly. You feel the bed shake softly with his laughter and you ignore it. Forcing your eyes closed.

“Goodnight then, grumpy.”

“I told you not to call me that.” You snap in a whisper.

“But it fits you so well.” He croons.

You were wondering before how you could slow your racing heart enough to sleep but the moment things got quiet you were out cold. When you woke up the next morning you felt a weight against your back, warmth radiating from behind. Sure enough Gojo was cuddled up behind you, his arm and leg both thrown over your body. If anyone asked, this did not happen. You also surely didn’t feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and definitely weren’t lulled back to sleep in seconds, moving closer to him and his body warmth.

You heard a knock at your door, your eyes drifted to the clock beside your bed.

3:15 a.m.

You placed your book on the side table and pushed out of bed. Gently opening the door, you gasped slightly. Geto stood, completely drenched from the rain at your doorstep. You opened your door all the way and reached to pull him inside.

“Suguru…” you admonished. “You’re drenched.”

“Uh huh.” Geto answered you, sort of noncommittally.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, there were dark, dark circles under his eyes, his face pale of that happiness he usually wore.

“I’m fine.” He shrugged as you furrowed your brows. He was acting strange and distant, you almost didn’t recognize him. You turned, grabbing a towel to wrap around him but he caught your wrist between his freezing fingers. You paused, looking back at him. That’s when you saw it, written all over his face. The darkness, the loneliness.

You’d been gone for about three weeks prior. In that time something horrible had transpired. Someone under Geto and Gojo’s care was murdered, you heard it happened right in front of Geto. Before Geto would often stop by your dorm to hang out, you two worked on coursework together, he liked how quiet and comfortable you made him feel.

This was the first night you’d been back. You tried talking to him earlier in the day but it was in one ear and out the other. You assumed he just didn’t want to talk. But his fingers flexed against your wrist now, gently pulling you to him by your arm as he crumbled against you. His head resting in the crook of your neck, rain dripping from his hair down your shoulder and back. His hands slid to your lower back, pulling you flush against him in a needy sort of desperate hug. You froze momentarily, you wouldn’t consider yourself the most comforting person but right now you knew you needed to be. You stood strong, holding up his weight as you wrapped your arms gently around him, damning the rain that kept him cold. He didn’t cry, just kept that tight hold on you until suddenly he pulled back.

“Fuck, I’m getting you all wet.” He says, hands coming up to wipe the transferred rain from your cheek. You blushed at the touch and shook your head.

“I don’t care about that.” You said, eyes devouring his features, you tried so hard to read him but you just didn’t know him well enough.

“Sorry… I— I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

“I’m glad I was.” You say and watch Geto’s eyes snake down to yours. You wanted to ask what was ailing him, how you could fix it but you didn’t want to scare him off… didn’t want him to feel like he had to talk about it.

“Can I stay with you? I can sleep on the floor.” Geto asked, your brows raised. You only had the one bed and there was no way you’d make this man sleep on the floor. You shook your head.

“You can sleep in the bed with me.” You said and turned to grab some stuff from your drawer, something he could change into out of those wet clothes. You found an old pair of your dad’s pj’s you’d brought along as well as a shirt you had stolen from Gojo. “Here, you can wear these.” You say, handing it over to him. He takes them graciously and you turn to give him privacy while you pull the covers back. When he walks around the other side of the bed your eyes drift up. He didn’t wear a shirt, just pants. You blushed as his eyes met yours. He gave you a soft smile and you two slid into the bed together. You reached over and flicked off the lights. After a quiet moment of not being able to get your heart to calm down, Geto's warm hands reached over and pulled you into him by your hips.

“I just wanna be closer.” Was all he said as your body was flush against his, his arms slotted around you. You didn’t think you’d get any sleep the night but as you listened to his breathing even out behind you your eyes slowly began to drift closed.

You’d wake up feeling cold, turns out Geto is an early riser and he was gone before the morning.

You fucked up. You’re going to lose your job for sure. You had pleaded with the hotel staff after arriving early to see one single bed in the room you were supposed to share with your boss Nanami. Your pleads fell on deaf ears. They were completely booked up for the next few days. You sighed, didn’t make a fuss and thanked the worker, it wasn’t their fault it was yours for not paying closer attention. Just as you turned to walk back up to the room the front doors slid open and in walked your boss, snow flakes in his tow colored hair. His eyes met yours and he waved. You smiled nervously and walked over to him to help him with his bags.

“I’ve got it, dear.” He says softly, reaching up to shake the snow from his hair. You nodded your head and led him to the elevator.

“How was your flight?” You asked, pressing the button as the elevator slid open.

“Bumpy,” He said. “And yours?”

“I slept the entire time.”

“Ah, that’s right… you don’t do well on flights.” He said as you two walked into the shaft and you pressed the button to your floor. “Next time I’ll schedule ours together so you don’t fly alone.”

“Oh… you don’t have to do that.” You say as the doors slide close and the elevator pulls up with a soft jolt.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He says, glancing at his clock. He had a meeting early so he’d probably shower and go to bed as soon as you two got to the room. You swallowed as the doors slid back open and you led the way to the room.

“There was a… slight mix up on my part with the room.” You say as you slide the keycard into the door and it pings to let you know it’s unlocked.

“Hmm?” Nanami hums as you push the door open.

“I accidentally booked a one bed suite and they’re completely booked up for the weekend so I’m gonna call around and get myself a room.” You explain as Nanami sets his things down.

“Another room?” He echoes as you nod your head.

“There’s a hotel about a mile and a half away was gonna call and-“

“That bed’s rather large, Y/n.” Nanami said nonchalantly.

“Hmm?” You hummed as Nanami pointed to the bed.

“It’s cold and snowy out, if it makes you uncomfortable to share then I will be the one to get another room.”

“What? N-no, sir. You’re the one with a 6 a.m. meeting.” You say, then clear your throat. “I d-don’t mind sharing.”

“Then it’s settled.” He says, ruffling your hair as he walks by to shower and change. When he closes the door behind himself you're able to breathe. You quickly change yourself into something comfortable and pull the covers back, sliding into the cold sheets. You pick a show to have quietly playing as Nanami emerges from the shower, steam drifting from the open door. Your heart raced, you’d never seen him without his hair styled but now it just sort of fell around his forehead. You swallowed and forced your attention back to the tv. Nanami sat in the bed next to you, switching off the light. You reached for the remote to turn off the tv. “You can keep watching.” Nanami said, his voice deep and tired. You gave him a polite smile but turned the sound down just a bit as he settled back in the bed. You thought you would feel more nervous next to you but the warmth radiating off of him in waves was comforting. He placed his arm behind his head and watched what was on the screen, his other hand barely brushing you. You pulled the covers up, shivering slightly, gaining Nanami’s attention. “Cold?” He rasps, looking down at you. You blush… it wasn’t the cold.

“A bit.” You force out, sliding deeper into the covers.

“It is quite chilly in here,” He moves and grabs a sweatshirt from his luggage, holding it out for you. You smile thankfully and sit up to pull it over your head. It was warm and smelled just like him. You swallowed and thanked him softly as he settled back beside you. After a few moments you felt your eyelids getting heavier, in your sleepy state you move closer to Nanami’s warmth and are surprised when he gently places an arm around you instead of pushing you away. Your face slots perfectly on his shoulder and when you wake up several hours later Nanami’s head is resting on the top of yours.

Yuji’s face was bright red. His eyes are as wide as an owls. You looked at him with your head slightly cocked.

“What?”

“Y-you said we’d be sharing a bed?” He asked. You looked at him for another long moment, probably agonizingly long to him.

“Yes.” You answered simply as Yuji swallowed nervously and visibly. “What’s wrong, Yuji?”

“We-- we can’t share a bed, Y/n.”

“Why not?”

“I-- I wouldn’t be able--” He cuts himself off as he speaks, his cheeks slowly turning rosy red.

“You wouldn’t be able to do what?” You ask, brows furrowed as the moment slowly becomes sort of comical to you.

“Babe… your parents would be two doors down… I-- I want them to know I’m a gentleman.” Yuji says as you bite your lip to keep from laughing aloud.

“Yuji… We’ve been dating for months, you’ve already met my parents twice, they know you’re a good boy.” You say, reaching over and running your fingers through his hair. He instinctively moves his head closer to your hand and pouts.

“What if they’re doing this to see if I’ll sleep on the floor or in the bed? Seeing if I can behave myself.” Yuji prattles as you finally crack a soft smile, tilting your head as your hand trails from his hair to his chin, tilting his eyes up so he’s looking at you.

“Babe, you are severely overthinking this.” You say and lean in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Yuji calms at that and when you try to pull back he catches your face gently in his hands and pulls your lips back to his.

Yuji didn’t fully calm it seemed because the moment you and your parents parted after dinner and you pulled him off towards your room your hand slid into his. His palms were sweaty so you pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles, eyes drifting to his face. He was blushing like crazy, glancing back in the way your parents had walked.

“Not this again.” You whisper as you pull him into your room and close the door behind him.

“I should sleep on the floor.” He says as you roll your head back.

“Yuji… you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“I want them to like me.”

“They do like you, baby, they like you a lot. Otherwise they would’ve said something to me already.” You say, letting go of his hand to get changed. You pull your shirt off and hear Yuji gasp behind you. You turn and watch him turn away. You laugh at that, you couldn’t help it.

“This is not funny!” You hear him pout. You pull on one of his old shirts and a pair of shorts. You walk over and slide your hands around his waist from behind, kissing his shoulder. You feel him shiver at the contact. “Stop that.” He whispers as you smile.

“Turn around.” You direct. He does as told, blowing out a breath when he sees you dressed but then blushes when he recognizes his old shirt.

“You’re killing me, they’re gonna see this.” He gently tugs on the hem of the shirt.

“Take it off then.” You say and watch the red spread from his cheeks to his ears.

“Shh.” He sibilates, gaining another soft laugh from you.

“You’re really cute… I don’t think I can behave if you're gonna act like this.” You tease, moving closer to him. His face goes five different shades of cherry red and for a moment his body moves closer before he can think better of it.

“Please,” he lets out a rush of air. “I’m holding on by a thread.” You smirk at that but ultimately give up. You loved him enough to know you’d only make him more nervous so you gently grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed.

“I’ll be good but you have to sleep in the bed with me.” You say. Yuji nods finally as you flick off the lights and pull him into the covers. He settles beside you.

“Have you… brought a lot of guys home?” Yuji asks in the dark. “Sorry… that sounded…”

“You’re the first.” You say. You feel Yuji inches closer to you as you turn to face him. “My parents always joked that if I finally brought someone home that it’d be the one I marry.” You say and you hear Yuji suck in a soft breath.

“Marry?” Yuji echoes.

“Not anytime soon.” You laugh. “We’re barely old enough for that.”

“I wanna marry you.” Yuji says, his hands finding your hips in the dark as he pulls you close.

“Oh?” You smirk in the dark. “You want to marry me?”

“Yes.” He says confidently. “Whenever you’re ready I’m ready.” You slide your hands up to cradle his face as you press a soft kiss to his lips.

“We’ll give it some time.” You whisper as Yuji nods his head, you feel him smile against your lips as you exchange kisses in the dark until sleep takes you both.

You had never seen anyone blush more than Choso when you suggested sharing a bed. You’d been on the run with the two brothers after Shibuya, dodging jujutsu sorcerers that were hired to kill you. You three had grown quite close during the few months. You protected Yuji like a younger brother but... you didn't feel that same familial protectiveness with Choso... It was something far different. Something that had you looking for him in every fight. Wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Yuji was fast asleep on the couch and you didn’t mind sharing but Choso… he was red, his eyes wide.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, slightly concerned at his reaction. For a moment he stared, his lips parting for a moment before he swallowed dryly and shook his head.

“N-no… nothings wrong.” He said unconvincingly. You slowly nodded your head, trying to understand his reaction. Maybe he wanted the bed to himself?

“Well… I don’t mind sleeping on the floor if you want the bed to your-”

“Absolutely not.” He interrupted, then looked apologetic. “S-sorry… no… I don’t mind sharing.”

“You sure?” You ask as Choso nods his head. “Okay.” You say softly, as you slide into it. Choso pulls off his shirt and changes quickly in the bathroom before laying on top of the covers. You look at him.

“Aren’t you gonna be cold?”

“I-- don’t think… so.” He forced out.

“Choso, is something wrong? Are you feeling okay?” You asked, concerned. You reach across the space between you two and press the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“I feel fine!” Choso inhales quickly at your touch. Your hand slides from his forehead to his warm cheeks.

“Are you sure?” You ask, eyes full of concern. Choso’s lips parted but no words came out. You furrowed your brows, if he felt fine then why was he acting so damn strange?

“Uh huh.” He finally affirmed. For a momet you stared at him, your brain working something. You laughed softly, shaking your head. You remembered a conversation you and Yuji had the previous morning. Yuji had claimed that Choso may have had a crush on you… He cited moments during fight where Choso would look for you, would find you and be the first to make sure you were okay. LIttle did Yuji know that you did the same thing. Maybe Choso wasn’t that kind of sick after all…

“Choso?” You asked as he hummed in response. “Do you… have a crush on me?” Choso’s small bit of calm seemingly breaks.

“What! What… n-no!” He looks away from you, hiding his face from your view.

“Oh… Am I wrong?” You ask. He looks at you then, his eyes and face and everything beautifully crafted. It all seemed to dawn on you in the dim light of this cold hotel room.

“Yes… you are.” He whispers intimately. Your breath catches in your throat. You hadn’t even registered that he’d taken his hair down, stands of it touching his shoulders. He was… too good looking for you to pretend you haven't felt something for him. But maybe you and Yuji were wrong... “Do you… have a boyfriend?” You hear Choso ask but your brain didn’t compute it for a moment.

“Hmm? A boyfriend?” You ask as he barely gives you a nod of his head. “Why?” Choso immediately realizes what he said and turns away, embarrassed.

“I… was just wondering that’s all.”

“No… I don’t.” You say, and bite the smile on your lips.

“... So you’re- uh- single right?”

“Yes, Choso.” You say, letting a smile fit to your lips. Choso’s eyes drift from your eyes to your lips and they linger there for a moment.

“Can I kiss y-” You press forward, cutting off his sentence. Pressing your lips against his. Choso’s eyes widen when your lips come in contact with his, he hesitantly returns the kiss, pulling you to him, bringing you both down onto the bed. He pulls the covers over you and him to shield you both if Yuji were to wake.

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sylluvschoso · 13 days ago

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yuuta x inumaki x reader

cw: afab reader, virgin! inumaki, pervert! yuuta, threesomes, established relationship w/ yuuta, hotel sex, voyeurism, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, forced orgasm

word count: 3.8k

author's note: the premise is loosely based off of an archived fic i read one time abt reader x yuuta trying to be quiet in a hotel room, but i decided that id love them to get caught... story is not the same at all but all credit to the og author for putting the thought into my head (unfortunately i haven't been able to find it again as it's archived somewhere) <3 first time posting a fanfic after privately writing them for awhile, please go easy on me! enjoy babes <3

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It's only 1 night that you and your boyfriend, Yuuta, need to share a hotel room with Inumaki.

You hiss a reminder of that fact as Yuuta pathetically whimpers and ruts against your thigh, begging for you like he does every night. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to take him right here right now, but you have your limits, such as your mutual friend sleeping soundly only a couple of feet away.

The bed creaks as Yuuta pins himself on top of you, and your eyes narrow while boring into his, trying to telepathically communicate what a horrible idea this is. But your boyfriend, with his slightly parted lips and blown-out pupils, doesn't seem to notice.

His lips latch onto your neck while his clothed cock humps against you, and the heat you feel blooming between your legs is frankly annoying. This is two against one now. Yuuta's breath fans over your ear, making you shiver, as he whispers little begs and teases that make you squeeze your thighs together. This boy is going to be the death of you, but against your better judgment, you still pull his hair back to get a better angle to kiss his filthy mouth.

He sighs deeply into the kiss, knowing that he's already won, and his large hands move to fumble under the blankets to get your pajama shorts off. You can practically feel the excitement buzzing off of his skin as his fingers begin to slip into your pussy, soft and gentle, though his eyes couldn't look less frantic and impatient.

It's been a long night, and you realize that you have to be up in only 6 hours to handle your mission tomorrow. Serious enough that it required you, Inumaki, and your special-grade sorcerer boyfriend. It's no wonder he's being impatient, and you vaguely acknowledge that maybe you DO need this. It's perfectly reasonable and rational, right? Yuuta always wears you out, and you'll both need a good night's sleep for tomorrow.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as Yuuta rolls a thumb over your clit, your body shivers. You're already so wet and needy because of his begging before, and you can tell by his face (and the strain in his boxers) that is patience is bound to snap. You look up at him, your eyes sharp and seductive as you whisper "just fuck me, Yuuta."

His eyes almost roll back into his head and he quickly goes to pull himself out of his boxers, while nodding frantically, brows slightly knit with a serious expression on his face, his large doe-eyes softening his entire face. "Okay, but be quiet."

You roll your eyes. You WOULD'VE been quietly sleeping if he weren't so needy.

He pushes into you with a wet, slick noise. His mouth falls open slightly as his eyes roll back, and you know then that this won't take long. His upper body slightly collapses as his head burrows into your neck, soft hair tickling your jawline. He looks like an angel; a soft, pouty, beautiful angel, despite his rough and fast pace as he slips back and forth into your pussy. There's a familiar shiver of heat over your entire body. You'd know it well, as your pretty boy needs you just about every night. You were shocked at the beginning of your relationship that a boy so respectful, submissive, and sweet were to have such a high drive. But you didn't mind one bit. You'll never forget the delight you felt the first time that you called him a pervert, the way his eyes glazed over and he nodded, silently begging for you to degrade him more.

But now, though quick and needy, he's not rough with you, in fear of the bed squeaking. He never entirely bottoms out, and you can feel the frustration and need radiating off of him. He usually just BURIES himself in you, and he's cursing himself for not just getting a separate room so he can fuck you how he needs. His head raises as he looks into your eyes, his hair slightly falling forward into his while his teeth are clamping down onto his bottom lip.

You realize then how vocal Yuuta usually is, and how torturous this whole experience must be for him. You have half the mind to just suck him off and deal with your own arousal by yourself, you can hardly stand to see him in this state.

A particularly hard thrust pulls you out of your thoughts once more, Yuuta quietly groaning as he finally bottoms out within you, but the bed groans as well. He freezes. You freeze. You can hear the sheets on Inumaki's bed rustle slightly as he turns in his sleep.

Yuuta's eyes squeeze shut as he ever so slightly moves into you again. Poor baby, you think. He can barely handle this, and at this rate, you two will stay up all night instead, needy and desperate.

He's starting to get into a rhythm now, just ever so slightly bottoming out while quickly pulling out again, never letting his hips fully make contact with yours. It's slick and fast, making you all the more sensitive. Wet noises fill the room, and Yuuta seems completely aware of that fact. It's either this or skin slapping, and you both know that this is the safer option. Nonetheless, Yuuta, much to his own dismay, slows down the pace.

However, wet noises continue at the previous pace for just a moment before stopping entirely. You and Yuuta immediately whip your heads toward the direction of the sound, and you catch the tail end of movement in Inumaki's bed before it all goes still.

Inumaki breathes heavily under his covers, half-considering using his cursed speech to make you both sleep, but it would honestly make him feel like a creep.

He had woken up when the bed creaked earlier, and he'd be lying if he said (or thought) that the faint pants and slick noises coming from you and Yuuta weren't going straight to his dick. Against his better judgment, his hand ended up stroking him at the same pace, and his legs were just starting to feel like jelly, a tell-tale sign that he was close, right before Yuuta slowed down.

But now he's sitting there, catching his breath in time with the two of you while his cock weeps against his stomach, silently praying to all things holy that you guys somehow didn't notice. His eyes squeeze shut as Yuuta softly utters, "..Inumaki-senpai?"

He considers feigning sleep, but Yuuta knows he's a light-sleeper and would wake up at his name being called anyway. (Yuuta also knows that Inumaki never sleeps straight on his back with his covers over him, but rather he rolls around the entire bed in starfish position until he has accidentally knocked every blanket and pillow off of it.)

A long pause, then "Salmon?"

Yuuta's entire face goes pink while you chew on your lip in embarrassment.

"Inumaki, I'm so sorry-" you start.

"How long have you been-" Yuuta says at the same time. He looks at you incredulously as if there was a chance that Inumaki didn't know what was going on. As if it wasn't obvious with Yuuta on top of you and your mutual guilty behavior.

"Bonito flakes," he grunts out as he goes to tuck his still-hard dick back into his boxers under the covers. But Yuuta's eyes scan the movement, seeing the slight shift in the blankets right above Inumaki's upper half. Your boyfriend's face flushes even more as he whispers, "Inumaki, were you..?"

You mentally facepalm as Inumaki goes completely still again. You KNEW this was a bad idea, and now the embarrassment will keep you up all night.

"Kelp," he rasps dryly. You can't help the way that your cunt tightens at that fact, and Yuuta doesn't fail to notice, inhaling sharply at the sensation. There's a strange look in his eyes, and it registers in your brain that Yuuta somehow looks even more... aroused. His cock twitches inside of you, and he looks as if he's contemplating his options while he stares at a particularly interesting spot on the floor. His eyes slowly slide back to you as he pushes back in again. Your gasp can be heard throughout the entire room.

Yuuta slowly starts to fuck into you once more, this time harder, hips fully making contact. Inumaki's eyes are wide as he slowly glances over to you, making eye contact with you first. You both blush at the same time. Your mouth falls open and your eyelids get heavier as Yuuta continues at his rough pace. You glance down at the movement under Inumaki's blankets, fast and concentrated right below his waist. His eyes skirt up to Yuuta, and your boyfriend holds intense eye-contact with him as he wrecks your guts.

"Inumaki," Yuuta starts. Inumaki's eyes roll back into his head at your boyfriend's voice. "Come here."

You're practically dripping around Yuuta's cock now, your lust-addled brain clouding your judgement. In the moment, it feels like a great idea to blur the lines between your relationship and your mutual friend. It's clear that Inumaki isn't in his right mind either when he practically stumbles out of bed, eyes never leaving the two of you. It feels like he's wading through water, time slowed down as he walks over to your bed. His eyelids are heavy with need, his breath uneven as his body practically trembles, as it just hits you that Inumaki is probably a virgin. You chose not to acknowledge the way that makes you even wetter.

When you look up at Yuuta, you can see that he's obviously just as affected. Still buried deep inside of you, he reaches out one lean muscular arm towards the shorter boy, pulling him forward into a heated kiss. Yuuta in his white t-shirt and bare legs, with Inumaki in a black sleeping tank top and clearly tented boxers. There's a wet smack! as Yuuta continues to kiss him feverishly, pushing himself deep inside of you. Your entire body feels like it's on fire at the sight, as all of your judgement has been thrown out of the window. Unbeknownst to you, this is Inumaki's first kiss as well. His entire brain feels fogged and cloudy, never having been so hard in his entire life. He breaks away from Yuuta and turns to you, leaning down to lock his lips to yours. His mouth is hot and wet, he kisses intensely as if he's starving. Yuuta's twitching inside of you, copious amounts of pre sliding down your thighs, wetting the bed.

Inumaki breaks away again, breathing heavily with his hands on the edge of the bed now. You and Yuuta make eye contact, both breathless and intense. "Do you want this?" Yuuta says softly, chest heaving and eyes expectant. You nod quickly and Yuuta pulls out as you sit up quickly to face Inumaki. You barely register the lack of fullness, you're too nervous and excited for what's to come. You and Yuuta make quick work of undressing Inumaki, his shaky fingers attempting to help but more so getting in the way.

You quickly find yourself on one side of Inumaki with his back to the bed, Yuuta on the other side. The two boys are exploring each other's mouths while you suck and lick on the white-haired boys neck, hands exploring his stomach and arms. His pretty cock is flushed and dripping, begging for more attention. You lick up Inumaki's neck and stop to whisper into the shell of his ear, "Can I touch you?" His entire body shivers as he nods, "S-salmon." You can't help but crack a smile, acknowledging that this has to be the weirdest dirty talk you've ever heard in your life. Nevertheless, you snake a hand downwards until you gently grasp Inumaki's cock. His head is thrown back as a low moan escapes from his throat. Yuuta whimpers at the noise, his pretty eyes gazing up at Inumaki's face while he bits down on his own lips. He has half a mind to rut against Inumaki's thighs like he always does to you, but he does his best to refrain.

You're reminded from Yuuta's yearning expression of his poor cock, only having been slowly stimulated and now untouched. You sit up with one arm propping you up and loom over the two boys, hand letting go of Inumaki for just a moment to grab both of them at the same time. Yuuta and Inumaki both gasp, looking up at you with wide eyes and flushed faces. You begin to stroke them together in one hand, almost too small to fit the two of them together. Yuuta's expression absolutely blissed out, Inumaki's lustful but almost confused, as if he's never felt a sensation like this before. There's a million words on his mind that he wishes he could speak, but he settles on pathetic whines and gasps. Globs of pre drip from Yuuta's cock at the sounds, mixing with your slick that's already all over him. There's a wet click with every stroke. Yuuta begins thrusting into your hand, and Inumaki is keening from the sensation. His mind is so foggy with Yuuta's cock humping against him, your hand squeezing, everything's so slick, so warm, so wet. He's beginning to see what all of the fuss is about!

You lean down to kiss him, then Yuuta, eagerly switching between the two until Yuuta moves forward with his tongue out so that you can all kiss at the same time. You're beginning to feel your neglected cunt with every perverted move that your boyfriend makes, all three of your tongues sliding together.

"Please," you whine. Inumaki's cock twitches.

"Use your words, pretty," Yuuta huffs out, right before he runs his tongue along Inumaki's bottom lip.

"I need you- I need someone to-" you stumble over your words, "I need to be touched, please."

"Mustard leaf," Inumaki blushes. Yuuta seemingly understands, you're not quite sure how all of his friends are so good at that. "You've never..?"

"Salmon," he looks away shyly. Yuuta shakes his head and kisses him deeply. "I promise we don't mind," he remarks softly before huffing out a small laugh. You grin. You really couldn't care less if Inumaki was a virgin or not. You want him just as much as you want Yuuta at this moment.

Inumaki nods, looking at Yuuta for guidance as your boyfriend pushes you down onto the mattress. Yuuta begins kissing down your body, softly teasing as he gets closer to your cunt. He licks and bites at your thighs, ghosting his breath right over where you need him. "Stop teasing, Yuuta," you ruffle his hair and he huffs out a breath.

"We're not in a rush, baby," you can hear the pout in his voice. You blearily glance at the clock which suggests otherwise, but you can't bring yourself to care right now. His tongue dives between your folds and your back arches immediately. You hear Inumaki softly gasp beside you, and Yuuta must have too, because now he's pulling Inumaki down with him. Both boys are not slotted between your legs, a leg on the side of each of them, as Inumaki slowly gets a taste of your cunt with his cursed tongue. He moans on his first lick, sending vibrations throughout your core. Yuuta looks at him through his long eyelashes as Inumaki begins to bury his pretty face in you, tongue reaching into your hole as his nose bumps against your clit. It's a gorgeous sight that you never want to end.

When Inumaki pulls back, Yuuta moves forward again to start licking stripes from your hole to your clit, Inumaki angling his face to try to find room for his own tongue, his cursed markings wet with slick. Next thing you know, the two boys are making out with each other and your pussy at the same time, a wet slide of muscle and slick that's making your eyes roll back.

This time, it's Inumaki who takes charge as he angles his body toward Yuuta and begins to stroke them both at the same time. Yuuta groans into your pussy, never stopping his ministrations. All three of you won't last long like this, but this isn't how you want it to end. You're unsure how this will affect your friendship, and the fact that you might all swear to never talk about this again crosses your mind. That being said, you need to feel Inumaki inside of you. You might not get another chance.

"Don't- don't cum," you gasp out. Inumaki looks up at you with pleading eyes while Yuuta glances up curiously. He thinks he knows what's on your mind, and he has to admit that he'd love to see it.

"Oh my God, pretty, do you want him?" Yuuta murmurs, barely lucid, against your inner thigh, "please, baby, please."

Yuuta always gets whiny and talks absolutely filthy when he's close. You can barely handle it, and it looks like Inumaki can't either when he glances eagerly between the two of you.

You bite your lip in slight embarrassment as you nod, eyes slowly shifting over to Inumaki's. He looks like he could come undone at any moment, but you can tell by his face that he wants it just as much as you do.

Forearms trembling, he pushes himself up from in-between your thighs. "Fuck, yesss," Yuuta whines as he rolls himself out of the way to make room for Inumaki's hips. He grips the base of his cock while laying beside you, slowly stroking himself off while he buries his face into your neck, softly kissing your shoulder. Inumaki is lining himself up with your entrance, eyes on yours, pausing for confirmation.

"Inumaki, please, need you.." you whimper, and he takes one shaky breath before pushing in slowly.

He knows immediately that he won't last long. You feel like fucking silk, so wet and hot from your slick and the boys' spit. Yuuta already fucked you open for him earlier while he was supposed to be fast asleep. But right now, he's thanking his lucky stars that you caught him. He's stuttering out the sluttiest noises, body racked with tremors.

Yuuta's head is still resting in the crook of your neck, eyes boring into where his girlfriend and best friend meet. He's trying not to cum on the spot as he watches Inumaki's cock disappearing into you. Slowly sliding out and in.

Inumaki's hips are already stuttering, he'd already almost worked himself to completion just while listening to you two, and his virgin dick can barely handle this much stimulation. He knows he can take it, he has to have endurance and a high pain tolerance anyway if he wants to be a great sorcerer, but right now? He's absolutely whipped. He's nothing if not determined, so he continues to fuck into you tortuously slow.

You can't help but notice that he looks beautiful, panting above you. His mouth slightly open, drawing attention to his cursed markings. Hair ruffled and falling forward, forearms caging you in, smaller than Yuuta's but still defined.

Don't even get you started about Yuuta, nuzzling into you as his large, veiny hands work on his pretty cock. Body curled into yours as his huge puppy dog eyes watch you get fucked raw by his best friend. They're really both so beautiful, it feels as if this can't really be happening. You're close, but you're vaguely aware that you're not as close as Inumaki, poor thing never having felt this way before. You're honestly impressed that he's held out for as long as he is.

Frankly, he's impressed by this too. With every thrust, there's an electric shock going up his entire being, legs turning into jelly once more. His mind is so fogged, and he thinks that if he sees your fucked-out expression one more time, he's going to fill your womb before he can stop it. Looking at Yuuta doesn't help much either, he might as well have hearts in his eyes as he mercilessly fucks his fist.

Inumaki, having such a powerful cursed technique, isn't used to losing. The tension is high, feeling the coil tighten in his belly, just waiting to snap at any moment. He knows just as well as all of you that once he cums, he'll be out of commission for the night. Fuck, he feels like he'll be passed out for a week. He's silly to worry about it, you and Yuuta would finish each other off, give him excessive amounts of aftercare before you, too, passed out for the rest of the night. He knows you won't be upset, but he wants this to be perfect. He WANTS to be the one to make you cum, to feel you clench around his cock, to see Yuuta's mouth fall open as he drips onto his own hand.

That's why, when Inumaki's thighs are trembling, legs completely numb, knowing he can't hold on any longer; he utters, "Cum, hard."

Your vision whites out as your cunt flutters around Inumaki, nails digging into his shoulders. Your ears are ringing, but you vaguely register Yuuta moaning out pathetically while his body reels towards you and something wet spurts onto your hip. Your boyfriend's teeth digging into your shoulder as your body twitches, Inumaki's grip like steel while he holds your hips in place. You come to while Inumaki's warm cum is dripping out of your hole, his pretty face looking absolutely wrecked. Yuuta is still curled into you, breath rapidly rising and falling.

You've never came that hard in your LIFE, and you almost feel drunk from the sensation. Yuuta giggles breathlessly into your shoulder, "Inumaki-senpai.. that's cheating."

"Tuna, tuna," he grits out, seeming woozy and exhausted. He collapses onto your body, slowly pulling his now-soft cock out of you, making you both moan softly. Yuuta kisses your lips gently, before he moves to kiss Inumaki's hair.

"I'll clean you up," he grunts softly while getting up. "This is all my fault, after all."

You can hear the smile on your boyfriend's sweet voice, making you smile back sleepily. Inumaki makes a small noise of acknowledgement, already half-asleep on top of you.

Yuuta comes back with a warm, damp towel, rubbing circles in Inumaki's back as he wipes you all off. You gaze up at him, thinking once more that he looks like an angel. Warm kisses are planted onto your face as you drift off to sleep, and you feel his familiar body slotting itself against the two of you.

It's only 1 night that you and your boyfriend, Yuuta, need to share a hotel room with Inumaki, but you wish it were more.

#jjk #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk yuta #jjk yuuta #yuta x reader #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #yuta okkotsu smut #yuuta okkotsu smut #toge inumaki smut

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nanamiskentos · 4 months ago

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DAYLIGHT! ☓ ── ( 呪術廻戦, multi )

⌗ valentines day with the sorcerer you love <3

ᯓ starring ─ jjk ensemble cast : gojo, geto, nanami, choso, sukuna, toji, ino, kashimo, hiromi

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 ; x afab!reader ) ─── ❛ cw ⌓. sfw. wc ⌓. 2k. art, sea_Pall

﹙ 五条悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ probably the type to pretend that he's forgotten valentines day to mess with you, acting clueless all morning. but he's dropping the entire extravagant surprise later for sure, including a red rose bouquet that could pay a month of rent, all your favourite chocolates and fireworks ! pretends not to sniffle and tear up when you give him your own gift, because for all his bravado it means a lot to him that you love him just as much. he just wants to see you happy, and he puts serious effort into making valentines day special, even if he hides it behind jokes and teasing. got a custom-made gift, something like a charm bracelet with small jewels and charms that represent all your favourite things. also the type to do shit like buying you a star in your name, right next to his because he thinks the idea of cosmic soulmates is so romantic. late at night, when it's just the two of you, he drops the jokes and tells you, 'you're the best part of my life, y'know.' and he means that with all his heart.

﹙ 夏油傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ complains about valentines day a bit, because he doesn't see what's so different about feb 14, but he still indulges it. if you're bad at giving gifts, he'll pretend to love whatever you give him, even if it's...awful. he prefers quality time over material gifts honestly, and he plans a quiet date where he can spend as much time as possible with you, over tea or expensive wine. but that's not to say that he doesn't put effort into a gift. it's definitely thoughtful and catered to your taste, and probably more sentimental instead of flashy (like chasing down your favourite author with rainbow dragon just to get an autograph on a copy of your favourite book). clasps your hands with his to kiss you, and tell you that he loves being with you because you give him peace.

﹙ 両面宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ "why would i celebrate a human holiday?" but when you woke up, there was a velvet box beside you on your pillow, and he acts like he has no idea how it got there ('oh, it was just uraume, it wasn't me' and then he goes and gets all upset when you go thank uraume instead). he doesn't get the idea of giving flowers either, because well, they all die in the end right? but he knows they make you happy, so he's still chasing after the prettiest bouquet he can find. he'll never admit it, but he's obsessively protective over you, so the fact that he's even acknowledging valentines day means that you're special to him. the type to haul around a box of a hundred doves so you can open it as a surprise, and watch as all these birds fly all over your apartment. late at night, when no-one's around, he traces circles on your wrist and tells you that he doesn't do love, but whatever this is, he doesn't want it to end.

﹙ 七海建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ he tries to be serious about valentine's day, but gojo keeps texting him ridiculous gift ideas that keep fucking with his composure. if you surprise nanami with something romantic, he'll turn slightly pink and peachy, and say that 'this is unnecessary' but he won't stop smiling the rest of the day (#needthat). even though he's not a fan of big celebration, he wants you to feel appreciated. he probably goes down the classic route of a perfectly planned dinner, your favourite flowers, and a handwritten card -> the type of husband material where he attends one of those artsty card making/flower pressing classes just to make something for you with his own hands. when he pulls you close at the end of the night, he whispers to you that he doesn't need a special day to remind him of how much he loves you.

﹙ 伏黒甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ he asked what you wanted for valentines day and you said that you wanted him oiled up in the dining table. and toji's the type to lowk take that seriously, because that's kinda cost effective for him too. but he does genuinely try to do something nice and heads over to a shopping centre of stores that are way out of his pay grade, and tries to bat his pretty, green eyes into some type of discount. the sales assistants don't argue with a man built like an mma fighter wandering around the jewellery section. even if the two of you don't go out, he wants you to feel safe and secure, and he'll keep an arm around you all day. after everything toji's been through, you're the one thing that makes him feel human again. "i didn't think i'd ever have this," he tells you, holding you against him.

﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ doesn't quite the holiday, and choso just wonders if it's some sort of human ritual that he's not quite grasping. tries way too hard to make it perfect, but it's all the more endearing. choso was convinced he could handle a homemade dinner, but he burnt it so bad that gordan ramsey would have a stroke. but he was determined to bullshit his way through it, "what do you mean, babe? this is how it's meant to taste." all said with a straight face, the gall! picks out flowers based on their meanings because he wants them to represent all the real love and feelings in his heart. he's such a pda type of guy, always clinging to you and intertwines your fingers with his as he leads you around. definitely sees you as the most precious thing in the world, and he just cannot believe he has someone as incredible as you <3

﹙ 猪野琢真 : ino takuma ﹚ ─ is determined to figure out valentines day himself, without getting advice from other people (like nanami) but in the end, he finds himself tweaking out and trying to plan the perfect day for you. accidentally bought something that was really cute, little and bejewelled because he thought it would look gorgeous on your neck. didn't realise until afterwards that he picked it up from the pet accessory tub, and desperately hopes you don't realise. he spends the whole day just wanting to make you laugh, because if you're happy, he's happy. even if he does mess something up, it's just endearingly sweet and he makes up for it with pure enthusiasm. he gets all soft and melty when you reciprocate his feelings, and he tells you that he knows he's not perfect, but you make him want to be better.

﹙ 鹿紫雲 : hajime kashimo ﹚ ─ he kind of has a reputation to keep up, and rolls his eyes at the mention of valentines day. but no-one knows that back in the day (aka, the edo period in the 1600s) he was actually into things like poetry and courtly love. unfortunately, he's also an adrenaline junkie and you regret showing him the movie 'twisters' because he truly thinks storm chasing is a fun and romantic activity. he goes out and buys you something that he knows you'll actually use, more practical sort of gifts. he actually tries to go and pick flowers for you himself, instead of buying them. tries to act smug and above it all, but gets all nervous and twitchy when you compliment him and gift him something in return. almost started sweating and getting a headache when you told him that you loved him because he realised that now he actually has to be equally open about his (equal) feelings. of course, you know that hajime does love you but you just think its funny watching him go nauseous and pale at the idea of emotional vulnerability. its good to let the cocky man sweat a bit, good for character building.

﹙日車寛見 : higuruma hiromi ﹚ ─ a classy man (want him) and he treats valentines day with plenty of elegance. he's definitely secured an expensive and well-thought out gifts like a rare book, perfume, or a beautiful fountain pen (or all three). he takes you out to a fancy jazz bar, where he treats you to the prettiest cocktails and kisses your hand softly. he's surprisingly affection behind closed doors, and purrs when you run your fingers through his dark hair. also goes pretty shy when you flirt with him and get ridiculously affection, like he's pulling on his tie and trying to hide the red flush on his neck. your valentines day with hiromi ends with you and him laughing over a glass of pricey wine. he thought he was so clever for writing you a little note like 'roses are red, violets are blue, if you ever get arrested, i'll be there for you :)'

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luvingjeanie · 1 month ago

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streamerboyfriend!yuji

non-sorcerer!au, yuji is not a vessel, he’s just a goofy guy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

streamerboyfriend!yuji who began streaming as a silly little past time, and jumped up at his first donation, urging people to NOT send him money because he felt bad

‘nonono, wait, can i send this back?!’

‘i mean thank you so much but i don’t want you guys to send me money pls i don’t need it :(‘

‘babe they’ve started sending me money i feel bad!’ to you after he’s finished his most watched stream yet, brown eyes all soft and wide as he whined to you about how sweet his fans are!!

streamerboyfriend!yuji who looks confused after checking his analytics for the first time after he gradually got bigger, realising that like, nearly 80% of his viewers are female.

not that he minds, he just doesn’t know why it’s such an insane amount of teenage girls watching him

‘oooo’ *slowly nods* when you tell him it’s because they find him cute

streamerboyfriend!yuji who is always a little too loud and excitable when interacting with chat, a lazy, boyish grin crinkling his eyes as he laughed unabashedly at the jokes made by his fans, calling you over to read what had been said so you could laugh together.

streamerboyfriend!yuji nearly screaming at a jumpscare in some indie horror game his chat DEMANDED he play, but he clamped his hand over his mouth last minute because you were sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake you

streamerboyfriend!yuji doing extra long charity streams, which is the only time he’s truly comfortable with people sending him money.

to get extra money donated for the charity he lets his chat suggest stupid challenges when they donate.

one of them was pouring a full packet of the buldak ramen hot sauce in his mouth, he accidentally rubbed his eyes after and he screamed SO loud you thought he got shot or something

it got clipped and somehow became a viral tik tok sound. it kills him to this day

streamerboyfriend!yuji who grinned so so so wide and cute the first time you came on stream, it was an accident. you just went into his streaming/gaming room to ask him something and his chat went FUCKING crazy!

‘oh!!! this is my girlfriend y/n!!!’

‘babe say hi!’

streamerboyfriend!yuji who doesn’t always do gaming streams, and sometimes just does chill reaction streams, or you laugh you lose ones with his friends.

the viewers send in the videos, and he always cackles over fucking everything. bro ALWAYS loses

one viewer managed to find an old musical.ly of his from when he was like twelve and he just gawked then hid his face in his hands. genuinely nearly had a nervous breakdown he was so embarrassed

streamerboyfriend!yuji who eventually convinces you to come on stream sometime for silly little those reaction streams or to play cute couples games like it takes two

these streams always get clipped and people make those cutsey little edits on tik tok

he saw one edit that used ‘love me not’ by ravyn lenae and reposted that shit IMMEDIATELY and then showed it to you

streamerboyfriend!yuji who softens up on the streams he does with you. he’ll poke fun and joke with anyone he streams with BUT you. bro is just a sap. he lets you make fun of him but won’t say anything back, he’ll just giggle and nod his head, agreeing

will remove an eyelash from your face and gets you to make a wish, or fixes your hair when it gets messy from the spare headset he has for you

his chat calls him whipped but also, as you can guess, clips these moments and uses them in their edits😭

#kacey talks <3 #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk yuji #itadori yuuji #jjk yuuji #yuuji x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff

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exquisink · 25 days ago

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a little gift for @ysaefinn since we talked about this b4 (i'm tagging u b/c u were the inspiration for this, sry if it sucks ;; )

CW. geto coming onto reader, this is like three years post hidden inventory ig???, reader can see curses and was part of gojo's cohort, geto fumbling HARD. reader standing up for herself and being a queen

WC. ~3.0K

It’s a timeless cliche to have your beauty rest be interrupted in the middle of the night by an unexpected visitor. You grumble a string of curses and other obscenities that are lewd enough to make a priest blush as you drag yourself down the stairs, in your frumpy Barbie pink sheer pajamas. You’re about to deal one hell of a blow to whatever poor soul decided to put you up to this, and on a night that’s raining so hard that the droplets sound more like small bits of hail pelting on your home and the pavement outside. You try to rub the last of the weariness of your eyes as you stumble toward the front door, sliding it open—

—only to immediately slam it shut in his face, feeling all the blood draining from your body as you ponder over what to do in a situation when a runaway sorcerer convict is standing on your fucking doorstep.

He raps on the door again. Polite as ever. He’s always kind of been like a vampire. Needing to be requested to come over, or to come inside, or to be invited anywhere.

”Please,” he begs, which makes your eyes shoot wide in shock because he’s not the sort of man to beg or to whine or to sound anything other than haughty and confident and smug. “Please, let’s talk.”

”I have nothing to say to you,” you grumble as you scowl deeply, still struggling to fight the sleepiness. “Get out before I call Gojo.”

Not that it might make much of a difference because you know Satoru is doing everything he can to avoid this very situation. He doesn’t want to bring his old friend in, and a part of you doesn’t want to do that, either, but God fucking dammit you can’t do this right now.

”Please,” he begs again, his tone sounding more and more desperate. Like that might just earn him an Oscar. “I just want to see you.”

”I don’t owe you anything, Suguru!” you sigh in exasperation. “Go. Away!”

”The fact that you still call me Suguru—“

”—means absolutely nothing to me or to you. Leave!” you demand again, stomping your foot against the wooden floor, your patience already wearing thin. You swear you feel a vein snap from the stress of this alone.

He shouts your name. Desperation, once again, evident in his tone. You’re almost tempted to let him inside, but you have been burned the last time you did (or attempted to, more like), so now it’s his turn.

“I’ll have Rainbow Dragon scorch this home down if you don’t let me inside,” he threatens, now his tone shifting into something more familiar, more deadly serious, yet as much as you’re not trying to fan the flames here (quite literally this time), you can’t fight off these knee-jerk reactions either.

”With me inside the house? As if,” you counter, but upon further reflection, you humor him, since he’s already rudely woken you up, swinging the door open to find him drenched head to toe from the downpour, a strike of lightning timed perfectly as you examine his face. His deep indigo eyes, his sharp features. This very figure who you were once helplessly in love with standing right before you after so much time. He’s not wearing his tacky priest getup. That actually looks like one of Gojo’s outfits. He shivers, stepping inside and leaving behind a wet trail.

”You better clean that shit up before you leave,” you mutter before shutting the door behind you. “Now what the hell do you want at this ungodly hour?”

”Ungodly? That’s the opposite of what people usually call me,” Geto teases, and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously. What the fuck do you want?”

“To catch up. I missed you.”

Now you roll your eyes again, before giving him a once over. He looks like a sad cat, shivering and still in damp clothes.

“I might still have some of your clothes around here. Give me a minute.”

You brush past him as you gather said items. You feel his eyes on you the entire time, trained like a sniper. You don’t know why in God’s name he wants with you, but you know it isn’t merely to catch up. He might want to add you to his endless list of casualties, because in his new, ideal world, you don’t fit in it. You may have only ever been able to see curses, but that doesn’t make you any less capable of doing something with that ability.

Even if you do require extra tools.

You toss him some spare clothes. Looking at how he is right now, he can probably still fit. He’s lost an absurd amount of weight since you last saw him which was… three years ago, at this point.

“You can use one of the restrooms down the hall, or—!”

—you cover your eyes as he’s in the middle of pulling his top off. You wait until you think he’s decent enough to stare at again.

”—or change in the middle of the room. Sure. That too.”

”Thank you,” he replies in a low tone, folding Gojo’s clothes and handing them to you. “I’ve been meaning to return those to him, anyhow.”

”So what are you doing here?”

”I just want you to hear me out. It’s all I ask of you.”

”That’s already asking too much of me.”

”Leaving you left a hole in my heart I’ve never been able to fill,” he starts, “But you know, I’ve never truly turned my back on you. I may have the rest of humanity, but not you.”

”And what the hell makes me so special?”

”Everything,” he breathes, approaching you and you stumble backward, flinching as he cups your face. “I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t mean anything to me.”

”Yeah, well, it’s too late for half-ass apologies,” you snap, swatting his hands away which takes him aback. Almost like he’s shocked you are willing to fight back at all, given the kind of girl you had been three years ago—a little too head over heels for your senpai. You’re not her anymore. “I still have half a mind to call Yaga or Satoru.”

”And yet, you’re not,” he purrs, making you grit your teeth from annoyance. Still as petulant and coy as ever, but that doesn’t mean you have to put up with it anymore. Years of dealing with Gojo Satoru has shaped you somewhat. Geto is just a watered down version of him, at best. “Come on. Not even a ‘I miss you too’?”

”No.”

”Damn,” he breathes, drawing closer to you the way he used to when he’d try to snatch a book out of your hand or your phone whenever he wanted to swipe through any of your text threads or photos to make fun of you. “You’re still aren’t kicking me out, so there’s a part of you that does, hm?”

”Don’t flatter yourself,” you clap back, “Or do, I’m not your boss. If you expect anything out of me after cutting contact with all of us cold turkey, then you’re even dumber than I thought. And I’ve always thought you were pretty damn stupid.”

”Did you now?” He beckons while inspecting his painted fingernails.

“Yeah. Your whole agenda is pretty damn stupid,” you scoff, “What use do you have coming to me? I’m not your idea of what’s fit for your world, anyway.”

”Quite the contrary, my dear kohai,” he teases with another purr, making shivers crawl all up and down your body like black widows threatening to bite. “If you would just see things the way I do then you would understand that I see so much… potential. In our partnership.”

He reaches out and grabs you by both your elbows, making you drop his damp clothes in the process, yanking you toward him until his lips graze against your temple, barely a kiss.

”You have reminded me that humans don’t need to be sorcerers,” he goes on, “Not necessarily. If we can give them the gift of the sight, then maybe killing them isn’t all that necessary. Of course, not everyone is like us. That’s the unfortunate part.”

”Let go of me,” you demand, but he only tuts at you, dragging his hands up and down your arms.

“Or what?” He laughs, scooping you up into his arms, with your legs hooked around his waist. Your faces are barely centimeters apart, the tips of your noses almost bumping into each other’s. His breath fans against your skin, and your gaze drops to his lips, ghosting over yours. Teasing. Tempting. But you resist, because you’re not that girl anymore. You’re not his to mess around or to play with or screw with anymore when he’s bored or lonely. He’s always been that kind of guy, even when you were teenagers, and he hasn’t changed.

“Suguru,” you warn again, but he only draws his face closer to yours. “I’m not going with you. I’m not doing this with you.”

”You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dismissive as ever, nipping onto your lips, making you groan and not in the sexy way he probably wished you would. Out of disgust. It shocks him, but doesn’t deter him because he’s always been so fucking hard-headed and stubborn.

“Yes, I do. I chose not to interfere with your life because you’ve made your choice. And I’ve made mine years ago,” you explain as you attempt to pull back. “I’m not the girl you’re going to get at the end of your story, Suguru. I’m not the one. I’ve let go, and I haven’t held it against you when you left me behind too.”

”Don’t say that,” he growls out, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought about you every day since I left. I never felt anything negative toward you. But you have to understand my side to what happened–!”

”--I did, and I still do,” you counter, “And it changes nothing. You owe me nothing, and I owe you nothing.”

”If that’s the case,” he challenges, as something dark flashes in his eyes. “Then why did you still let me in?”

”I—“

—he stops you mid-sentence with a heated kiss, eliciting a whine out of you as you feel him push you against the nearest wall, entangling his hands into your hair as his tongue bullies his way past your teeth.

”Stop,” you attempt to command between kisses, but he doesn’t relent like usual, peppering kisses along your jaw and down the crook of your neck.

“Stop it, Suguru!” you shout again, squirming in his iron hold but God you forgot how much power he truly holds over you and how much stronger he is than the average man. He probably can only contest Satoru in terms of raw strength and martial arts alone.

Which is telling of just how even in power they are and why they were once regarded as the two strongest of their kind.

You attempt to knee him but he blocks you, shooting a glare at him.

”You’re serious,” he mutters, studying your face, frowning in contempt, but definitely not feeling guilty about trying to take you in the middle of your living room.

”Of course I am,” you shoot back, “I said you’re not welcome. Leave, and I won’t tell anyone you came here today.”

“Well, you say that and I raise you: I’m not budging from this spot until we talk it out and then I can fuck your brains out like I’ve been dying to do since we were teenagers.”

You cast him a judging look, scoffing in disbelief. What is he, still that hormonal teenager like when he left?

“...Did you think that was going to work?”

He shrugs. “Did it?”

“No! Your pickup lines are way worse than Satoru’s!”

“You’re still as difficult as you were when we were in high school!”

“And you’re still a fucking bonehead with a bone to pick with the higher jujutsu society who are all eager to execute your stupid ass!”

“The only ‘bone’ I have to pick is boning you senseless!”

“Oh my GOD! Did you seriously think that was going to work, too!?”

“Did it?”

“NO! It was already ineffective the first time!”

“Can you just listen to me instead of continuing this screaming match!?”

“Fine! Fine,” you grumble as you try to ease the tone in your voice. You still can’t help getting heated around him, and not in the way he prefers. He pisses you off. His whole damn existence pisses you off. How dare he have the absolute gall to waltz back into your life after going no contact and turning to the dark side and expect you to be absolutely peachy-keen about it!?

Then again, Suguru doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’s had many brain cells. You remember him back in the day–just as rambunctious as Satoru and often being the instigator of most of the chaos they brought to any scene, driving Yaga up the wall with their bullshit. Sometimes Shoko joins in, which makes you lose a little faith in her regardless of how much respect you have for her (she has outgrown that side of her though, ever since Geto left, naturally)… Utahime is the one out of them all who acted like she had the most sense. Her and Nanami.

But one thing they all have in common (well, Utahime is certainly up for debate): it’s that they all love and miss Geto. Yes, even you do, you can’t deny that you do miss him, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to let him back into your life. You’re not Satoru, and anyone with more than one brain cell can piece together that the two of them still meet up from time to time. Why else is he wearing one of Gojo’s typical outfits? These look brand new and Geto’s already borrowing them and you have seen Gojo sport some of Geto’s older clothes.

“Why did you leave?” you find yourself asking, your voice shaky and breathy as you fight back tears. “We were all devastated when you left.”

You shield your eyes with your hair, but Geto isn’t having it, holding your face again and making you look him in the eye.

“I don’t hold any disdain for you, or for anyone else back at Jujutsu Tech. It had nothing to do with any of you,” he swears, “But I just wasn’t happy in that system. It wasn’t fair.”

“We could have worked something out.”

“What could we do? The higher-ups are by the book. They don’t change their laws easily. If I go back, I’ll be executed on the spot for my crimes.”

“Not unless Satoru finds a way around it,” you suggest, “And he can, you know. He’s become an instructor as you already know so that means he has some authority over what happens to you if they catch you.”

“It’s not that simple, I’m afraid,” Geto sighs, “And it’s unfair to impose that on Satoru. I told him already that I won’t change my mind, and that he shouldn’t have to follow me.”

“So…” you sigh, casting your gaze elsewhere. “What did you want from me if you came here all of this way? You know you’re not getting in my pants that easily or at all, right? I don’t like you like that anymore.”

“Ouch,” Geto winces, “I don’t want Satoru to follow me for obvious reasons. But I do want you back with me. You don’t have to believe in my work. I just… I just want you back with me.”

You shake your head, resting your hands over his. “You’ve made your choice, Suguru. And I don’t just not agree with you–I abhor everything you stand for now. I don’t want to be by your side. I don’t want to be associated with you or seen with you. I don’t even want these damn clothes that are still in my possession for whatever reason. I’m glad you can take them back. I just want you out of my life. You made it so easy to leave before so what’s holding you back now?”

“You.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“I know,” he whispers, “Won’t stop me from trying. This won’t be the last you’ll hear from me, you know.”

“I still won’t tell anyone I saw you,” you mumble, rubbing the corner of your eyes. “I may not want you anymore, but I sure as hell don’t want you dead, either.”

“So you do feel something for me.”

“Yes. Pity.”

He frowns again.

“Stop denying what you want. I’ve been keeping an eye on you, though. I still do. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen the damn curses around my house.”

“Yet you didn’t seem to mind it.”

“Not like I can do anything about it, but you should be careful where you release those things. Wouldn’t want you getting caught so easily, you know?”

“Aww, it’s nice to know my dear kohai actually cares about me.”

“Don’t get fucking used to it,” you snark back, shoving him away by the chest. “Seriously, get the fuck out of here. Too damn late in the night for this shit and now I have to scrub off these last fifteen minutes of shame.”

“Until we meet again,” Suguru chuckles with a playful wink before obliging to your request. You shake your head to yourself again as you shuffle toward your restroom. You know he’s leaving behind some of his curses again tonight to watch over you or whatever. There’s nothing you can change about that, but you don’t like that he tries to remain a part of your life when you have profusely denied him access to you. He still tries to find a way to bypass that boundary.

But maybe you can’t deny that there’s a little truth behind what he said. He’s read you to absolute filth. If you don’t actually want him in your life anymore, then why do you let him crawl back to you?

You don’t think you’re being that honest with yourself, but that’s tomorrow’s problem. One thing at a damn time.

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Yay, your recs are open! Hope you're doing great and your health is good :)

This one is pretty dark, so ignore this if smth!

If you know about Tomie, could you do some jjk characters of your choice with a darling with similar powers? Like, she can't die fully, always returns no matter how cruel was her death, and for some reason all non-sorcerers are going crazy after being in contact with her for a some time – and, maybe, at some point even a yandere starts feeling a strange need to cause harm to her. Bonus points if she gives femme fatale vibes, but actually is much sweeter and kinder person than she may look.

Thanks, and have a great day!

I hope you don't mind that I made the darling in here the curse of obsession because this would fit the theme very nicely and would crank the Yandere scale to an incredibly creepy level. I know a bit about her since my best friend is a huge fan of Junji Ito works and she especially adores Tomie and Uzumaki.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, manipulation, isolation, abduction, death of s/o, murder, mentions of cannibalism, nudity, mentions of dub-con, sexual themes, starvation

The curse of eternal obsession

Okkotsu Yuta

💍Walking through the streets of Tokyo, no human would suspect you to be the cursed being that you are. Instead there is an aura of allure and mystery around you, something that seems to draw them to you like a moth to a flame. Bound to be consumed by the fire. Yet Yuta seems to bring a quick end to your life when he senses your eerie cursed energy. There are no words spared as he attacks you, your calm and beautiful face chilling as he exorcises you as if you have lived through death already multiple times before. Your face is something that seems to be stuck in his mind as it is the thing he sees as soon as he closes his eyes. It agitates him, disturbs him but he tries to calm himself by reminding himself that he has already killed you. Until he meets you again in the middle of the fight as you sit on the ground, surrounded by the blood of two men who have stabbed each other to death. When your eyes meet his own, there is the same serene look on your face as Rika brutally assaults you and Yuta watches how she tears you apart, a lump in his throat.

💍You should be dead. He watched how Rika murdered you. He even murdered you one time himself. Yet only a few days later you stand in front of him again, greeting him politely before you walk away, your hair swaying in the wind. Yuta can only watch you with a racing heart whilst you disappear in the crowd. A few days later he receives word that a group of friends were found all dead. The police suspects that all of them strangled and beat each other to death in violent ways that are rare to find and his mind immediately suspects you to be the culprit. Whenever you appear it only takes a few days before news about violent deaths and gruesome suicides appear on the news as your mere presence seems to drive non-sorcerers to madness yet he has seen with his own eyes that you seem to possess an immortality unlike anything he has ever seen. To protect the public from your cursed energy, he captures you the next time he finds you.

💍Yet when he tracks you down he is witness to a violent crime that would have made the average person empty their stomach. Even Yuta can't help the creeping feeling of horror as he watches a woman dismembering you with a saw before she cuts her own neck with the saw until she dies of blood loss. There is a strange sense of fury flowing through his veins as he collects every part of you, his heart clenching when he picks up your head with dull and lifeless eyes yet to his great disturbance even dismembered and dead, you still possess an attractiveness that he shouldn't feel about a violated corpse. He locks all of the parts away from you instantly and stays away from the room you are in to clear his mind and get away from the cursed energy you still seem to produce even in your temporary death. He can't get a wink of sleep that night as his heart never stops pounding nor does he seem to get your face out of his mind. When he gathers the courage the next morning to peek inside the room, his heart tumbles when he sees that you have regenerated and sit there completely naked, the sight of your body sending sparks of arousal through his body before he hurries up to give you something to wear.

💍He keeps you there, locked inside the basement and stays as far away from you as possible. He has never encountered a curse such as you that has affected him as greatly as you do and he has to fight constantly against the temptation to see you as he finds himself standing in front of the door separating you from him multiple times a day, his nails digging into his palms as he bites his lips until he can taste blood. Even when he is not seeing you, Yuta can still sense the cursed energy of yours that is wrapping itself around his body like a snake and as weeks pass by, he finds himself falling asleep to horrifying fantasies about you that have him waking up drenched in sweat and with a raging boner that only throws him down into a spiral of disgust, shame and insanity. Until one day after roughly three weeks your cursed energy disappears. He should feel relieved about it yet his heart drops with such intense anxiety that has him nearly ripping out the door leading to your room. As soon as he sees your thin and dead body laying on the ground, he feels something shattering as he suddenly bursts out in tears. He starved you to death.

💍He carries your light and thin body to his own bed and lays you down before he waits. He sits there and waits for hours in agony until your cursed energy picks up strength again and your body regains its healthy and otherwordly beauty. As soon as your eyes flutter open, Yuta's face is the first thing you sees. His heart starts beating with excitement as he tells you that he will prepare something to eat for you before he rushes to the kitchen. It is only after he has prepared the food and serves it to you that he realises what he is doing and for a short moment he feels a spark of hot wrath that you have reduced him to this yet when you open your mouth and he hears your voice for the first time, his anger melts away. It is a soft and sweet sound that echoes in his mind long after you have told him your gratitude for the food. An infatuated smile appears on his face as he watches you eat the food before he asks you if you would like to take a bath. The following days you suddenly get a lot more freedom, although you are still kept within the house but that isn't solely because you are a threat to non-sorcerers anymore. It is also because Yuta feels a possessive yearning to see you whenever he wants.

💍You are unlike any curse he has ever seen. Not only are you beautiful and gorgeous but you are also soft-spoken, kind and even somewhat shy. You help him with the household as you insist on showing your gratitude by preparing him meals and washing his clothes to the point where Yuta feels like you are his housewife and that image has his heart racing and his body reacting. You insist on sleeping on the couch when Yuta offers you to share a bed with him as you don't want to breach his private space and you reject it until he snaps at you with a frightening look on his face and a tight grip on your arms that could break bones. He instantly withdraws his hands when he regains his sanity and apologises hastily to you with tears in his eyes. He clings to your warm body at night, taking deep whiffs of your scent. Everything about you drives him crazy, the feeling of your skin against his electrical. There is a constant arousal keeping him half-hard at night as temptation grows stronger until he starts dry-humping against your thigh or ass, praying that you are asleep. Until you one night run your fingers soothingly through his hair whilst he is humping, causing him to let out a choked moan as he cums.

💍Yuta spends weeks on cloud nine as he fully indulges in everything. He treats you like his precious wife as he buys you cute dresses and even gifts you a ring which he insists for you to wear. You never deny him anything as you allow his touchy behavior as he holds your hands, kisses you and eventually even has sex with you and this fuels Yuta's delusion that you feel the same as he does. It is almost sickening how sweet he acts with you. All until one day he crosses paths with an acquaintance who knew someone who came in contact with you and when Yuta finds out that they know about your existance, he suddenly feels a feeling of paranoia about your safety as he suddenly sees this non-sorcerer as a threat to you. He feels the urge to call out Rika but decides to pry for information for now. They open up to him, perhaps because they just want to tell someone who shows interest as no one has believed them so far and the story that they tell him shatters his pretty delusion. They tell him how their dead ex-lover left them for you, abducted you and apparently even had sex with you and how they called them moments before they jumped from a building to tell them in tears that they ended up killing you.

💍Yuta lets Rika kill that person within the same day as a wrath has suddenly festered inside of him. At first he believes that they are lying because you only love him and you would never allow another person to touch you the same way he touches you. You love him. But when he sees their corpse, a realisation slowly settles in. You are a curse. A curse that has always driven people mad and Yuta is no exception. He's just killed an innocent non-sorcerer. And it's your fault. Disgust, pain and wrath cause him to spiral down violently as he all but storms back to his house to murder you and take revenge on you for deceiving and using him. When he arrives home, he finds you asleep on the couch and for a moment his eyes just take in your beauty as you lay there so innocently before his gaze zooms in on your neck. In the next moment he is choking you, his body on top of yours. Your eyes fly open as you start whining and choking whilst he is watching you with a dark glint in his eyes, taking in with joy your suffering form. Then your eyes meet his own though. No shock, ne fear, no guilt. Instead all he sees inside those orbs is acceptance and pity. You are pitying him.

💍It is this look in your eyes that throws him off as he lets go and stumbles away from you, staring at you with shock and agitation. Why are you giving him this look?! You don't say anything as you instead just give him a sweet smile that tears his heart open. What kind of monster are you to deceive him even now? You know how much he adores that smile of yours. He's on the verge of crying as he pulls out his katana to dismember you but then he suddenly freezes. His wrath dies down as he stares at the katana in his hands and his eyes widen as he drops it and sinks down on his knees as he suddenly becomes aware of his own horrifying thoughts he just had. He just looks at you for a few minutes before he suddenly bursts out in tears when he seems to realise something. That you never had any choice but allow people to do what they want to do with you. Your own curse brings you as much misery as everyone around you and your immortality forces you to endure it over and over again. You are a victim. He crawls back on top of you and apologises to you whilst his hot tears fall on your face, promises you in between sweet kisses on your neck that he will never harm you again.

Gojo Satoru

🩵There you are, walking through the streets together with a man following you with infatuated eagerness as he constantly points at stores and offers to blow all of his money on you yet you only shake your head politely. Your cursed energy isn't oppressing nor is it filling the entire area but Satoru can sense how potent it is as he happens to be in the same area as you. He's currently there to buy something for his students when he senses you and blue eyes instantly race over the crowd to detect the source of it. An exceptionally beautiful man himself, even he can't deny your sheer beauty as he finally finds you. He watches as you point to a store selling candy and the man who is accompanying you eagerly nods his head before he rushes to buy you something. You seem to observe him for a while before you turn your head in an inhuman way and your own glowing eyes meet Satoru's as you have recognised his presence as well and want to let him know about it. Your cursed energy spikes and Satoru wonders if he will have to use his Domain Expansion if you decide to attack but you don't seem to plan on doing so as you crack your head back and wait with folded hands for the man to return.

🩵Something about you is off though, majorly off, so Gojo decides to follow you. You have clearly seduced the man who seems to be on all four for you and Satoru doesn't blame him. You are beautiful and gorgeous as even your cursed energy is tempting but that won't stop Gojo from exorcising you. He is even bold enough to approach you when your victim leaves you alone for a moment to murmur in your ear that you appear quite calm despite the fact that you know that he is following you. You only glance at him briefly and Satoru almost drowns in those enchanting eyes of yours before a loud yelling interrupts him. So lost was he in your gaze that he didn't even notice the man returning. If looks could kill, Gojo would have died thrice now as he can quite literally see the man shaking with rage and for a few seconds Gojo is convinced that he will come for his throat before the man just grabs your hand violently and drags you away. Blue eyes narrow as Satoru waits for a while before he decides to trail after you again. He suddenly has a bad feeling about this and eventually he finds out the apartment where the man apparently lives. He's already standing in front of the door when the commotion suddenly starts.

🩵Loud screams and wails belonging to the man are heard, crying out your name before they are followed by screams of pain and the shattering of a window. That's when Gojo breaks the door open and the scene he sees inside is not pretty. Shards of a broken vase are stuck in your neck and even your now deformed face and the shattered window is painted with red blood from the now dead man who must have hit his head against it until it broke and he died. Yet Gojo can still sense the cursed energy from you, can almost feel it crawling towards his own body. He watches your bloody form alarmed, something warning him that something truly isn't right with even though he can't figure out what it is. When he notices your fingers twitching and your body twisting, he acts quicker than he can even react as he kills you and senses your cursed energy vanishing completely. A few days later he decides to visit the graveyard of the man as he has for some reason not been able to forget about you. When he senses a familiar cursed energy though, he feels his muscles tensing as this shouldn't be possible. Yet there you are, kneeling in front of the graveyard.

🩵He is instantly behind you, throwing a shadow over you as his hands linger over your head as if considering to rip it off yet he doesn't as his eyes narrow in confusion and wariness. You are supposed to be dead. Why are you still alive? You lean your head back to look at him and only greet him politely before you arrange the flowers you have brought with you on the man's grave before standing up again and leaving. The white-haired man stops you though as he grabs your arm so tightly that your bone might break as he asks you how you are still alive. You cascade your gaze very shortly down to the ground, seemingly reminiscing about something, before you meet his intense gaze. He could swear that you almost look a bit sad as you merely tell him that you are eternal. You hold his gaze for too long until he feels threatened to get lost in those eyes again which causes him to let go of you. Blue eyes are glued to your form as you walk gracefully away, his eyes roaming over the shape of your body until he can't sense you anymore. Only then does he feel the urge to follow you die down a bit.

🩵He is almost ashamed of his own lack of self-control when he senses your energy a few weeks later again and the urge to see you again just takes over him. Truth is, he has been thinking about you a lot ever since. Your mysterious words have stuck with him as he has been trying to figure out what you meant and your hypnotising gaze has been following him in his sleep. He is shocked to find you though. Half-naked and with deep cuts littering your skin as you are held down by the neck as the man above you traces a long knife down the curves of your body. Briefly he is reminded of your deformed face and bloody body when he met you for the first time and suddenly rage starts to cloud his vision. A hot wave of jealousy falls over him for the way the man touches you so closely and ire takes hold of him for it looks like he is about ro rape you. Gojo knocks him instantly out, perhaps a bit too strong as blood starts seeping from his head. He quickly offers you the jacket he is wearing to cover your bare upper body with before he grabs your wrist and tells you that you'll come with him. You beg him to call an ambulance for the man before you come with him and Satoru is surprised to hear those words.

🩵He almost doesn't want the man to receive help but then he snaps out of it and gives you his phone to call the ambulance. It is strange that a curse wants to help a human, especially since that human looked like he was about to sexually force himself on you and kill you at the same time. You are indeed very strange and he finds himself looking at you the entire time out of curiosity and since your beauty is very outstanding. He should kill you but he has already tried this and somehow you just appeared again so he has a feeling that it wouldn't work even if he would try again. He doesn't want to kill you for some reason though. Instead he brings you to his home and tells you that he wants to keep you in here until he has figured out what you are and what to do to you. You give him a silent nod before you ask him if there is anything you can do whilst he keeps you here and this is not what Gojo expected to hear. You really are a peculiar curse. He monitors you very closely the following days as you walk around the house to memorise the interior and every room and whe he realises that you seem to have a love for books, he ends up buying you entire shelves worth of them. The giddy grin you give him has his heart pounding.

🩵You are well-read and seem to have existed for quite a long time already as far as Satoru can tell from the knowledge you share with him. As much joy as it gives him to see you happy, he starts feeling jealous that you spend so much time reading books. He wants attention, more attention than you already give him. It just isn't enough. It escalates very quickly when you one day ask him to wait until you have finished this book. Only a few pages are left yet somehow those words make Satoru snap as he snatches the book out of your hands and rips it apart. Blue eyes ablaze with agitation yet also a familiar look to you as he bends down so that he is on eye height with you. Hands grab your own harshly, squeezing them as he tells you in a low voice that he despises if you ignore him. You look into his gorgeous eyes, seemingly unfaced from the way he glowers at you before you carefully free one of your hands and reach tentavively out to touch his face. His Infinity is already deactivated, allowing you to touch his face. He lets out a satisfied hum as one of his hands grabs your one touching his cheeks, blue eyes gleaming as he looks at you.

🩵His Infinity around you is mostly deactivated as he encourages you to touch him as much as he is already touching you. Your touches are warm and addictive and he seemingly can't get enough of them. Often you find yourself trapped beneath him, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest. You sometimes asks him what he plans to do with you as he is a sorcerer and you are a curse yet he always shuts you up, mostly by kissing you to silence all of your sounds. He does know that technically he should find a way to exorcise you or to at least seal you away yet his whole body is filled with rage when he considers it. He has to keep you a secret from other sorcerers under all means necessary. Not only because of their demands but also because he fears that they would desire you too for your beauty and gentle nature. He notices that you never seem to protest or stop him whenever he becomes very touchy and as sick as that is, Satoru finds himself abusing this. Within a short time he is able to fully indulge in his desires as your nude body is pressed against his own, teasing you here and there as he claims you for himself. He has never seen someone more beautiful than you.

🩵Satoru is almost drunk on you and every word and gesture you do as he is convinced that he would kill anyone who would try to take you away from him. Yet the willingness of yours to let him do whatever he wants with you soon turns into a festering jealousy as he starts wondering if you allowed all the people before him to do everything to you as well. He shouldn't care considering that your curse seems to make people naturally obsessed with you and that he isn't the first and most likely not the last one yet he has already fallen under your spell. His heart threatens to burst as he realises that he will fade whilst you will continue. He won't let anyone else have you after him! You are assaulted by him whilst you are changing clothes, a desperate look in those blue eyes as he begs you to tell him how he can murder you as he tells you about his wish to kill you when his time comes so that no one else will be able to have you after him. When you confess to him that you don't know how you can die, you see the anger and madness flaring up in his eyes as if he is about to attempt to murder you again then and there before he manages to regain his self-control and tells you in a sweet tone that he'll find a way.

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