#i love drawing gojo with one line and the image of a fucked up looking rock in my mind

[dailykugisaki]

Day 253 | id in alt

A small thang of a girl who really wants to get paid.

[fxshigurosbae]

THE LEARNING BOY . . .

your boy wants to practice what he learned.

⋆.ೃ࿔* megumi fushiguro (19) x f!reader (18)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — fingering, mirror sex, pet names, praise, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, guidance, strong language.

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He told you he wanted to try new things. He told you he was dying to make you feel good. Gosh, how he’s got you wrapped around his finger, quite literally too.

Megumi-chan, had you sat between his legs — with your own also spread quite shamelessly, a rose tint on your cheeks to decorate the cute doll that you are— you imagined he’d just eat you out casually, after coming back from college, and being horny all day long, but no. He wanted to have you to fucking stare at his every move in the mirror that was in front of the bed you were both found laying at.

“Tell me if you like it, and if you don’t, ‘kay, baby?” He whispered in your ear, staring at every inch of yourselves, his hands holding onto your trembling — from anxiety — waist. Noticing him take a peek of that wet aroused pussy of yours, and all you could do was nod in response. “Good, ‘cause I’m here to serve you, baby.” While spilling those sweet words, his middle finger was found drawing circles and straight up-and-down lines on your clit — earning a gasp from your lips.

“Gumi.” You wanted to beg for a faster pace but the way he’s been playing with you is already good enough for a start — even if you had asked so, Megumi was dedicated in following the instructions Gojo explicitly described that advised him about how to please his girlfriend, and mentioned something about taking it slow at first, just to stir up this same feeling of wanting more — but the image of his digits caressing your folds was helping no one at all.

“Yeah, baby?” Holding onto his wrist, arching back like a cat in heat, slightly parted lips that let out short humming moans — since the pace had finally sped up a little, and he rubbed the most stimulating spot which even made you notice the low-cracking noise from moving the muscles from your clit.

“Keep it, like that.” Whispering, escaping a few whines that sounded like a crying cute little puppy. Both you and Megumi couldn’t seem to look away from the scene happening down there, the reflection was just so entertaining it made your boyfriend blush, a lot, and fluster a little, so his ego and pride began to reach high levels by hearing those affirming words. Wasn’t even too long before there was this brief flinching feeling in your lower stomach, wondering how the fuck did he got you to get this close with just having your clit rubbed for a little less than about two minutes. “Gumi, g’nna cum.” Resting head over his shoulder, moaning lowly on his ear in such a pretty tone. What you expected was that: Megumi letting you cum for the first time and wrapping up for the day, but no — once again, it was unexpected — there was no longer any sort of stimulation, just for a few seconds. He looked at your furrowed eyebrows with a frustrated aura, and smirked a little — so fucking cute, you thought.

“I’m sorry, baby, I promise I’ll let you cum now, and how many more times you want.” His long slender digits — middle and ring one — found a way inside your moist pussy, loud moaning leaving your mouth as a way to let him know it was better than ever. Megumi wasn’t that experienced with these sorts of stuff, more specifically for the two or three times you both had been sexually active — he did make sure you orgasmed every time, or else he’d feel guilty — but each time he got a little better, he just hadn’t had the chance to finger you properly yet, because of him being hesitant. So, for him to have his fingers curling in and out of you — like he had done it thousands of times — was dizzying, as if you’d cum right on the spot. Megumi was loving the feeling of having your pussy, of your walls embrace, and how he certainly wished to open you up to make some room and prepare for his cock, yet he was too shy to admit that.

“Gumi, fuck, keep going. Please, don’t stop.” You begged, closing your eyes ever so hurriedly that right then he had stopped you from looking away from the mirror — the image of being finger fucked by your innocent and soft boyfriend lit up a burning flame deep in. His focused stares, admiring your entireness, paying specific attention to his moves and analyzing every single step to make sure perfection was being achieved — by your engulfing whining that goal surely was coming true.

“You like it?” His gentle voice melted you like chocolate — Gosh, Gumi, I wanna have you fuck me like this all day, you thought.

“Yeah, I love it, I love it! Y’ur so good to me, Gumi, so good.” Finding precisely, and predictably, your spongy spot, which — without any warning, whatsoever — led you into oblivion, echoing humming lewd moans, so readily squirting and clenching your walls around his fingers, what a surprise.

“Fuck, baby, what a mess you made.” Even though already reaching over the top for the first time, your boyfriend hadn’t stopped, only slowing down the pace of the fingering.

“Gumi, Gumi, too much.”

“Sorry, baby, let me do it once more.” There were no complaints, after all, this situation seemed to be way too arousing for him — made it obvious by the feeling of his bulge against your bare back — so you let him keep fingering your clenching cunt, yourself sliding down his back a bit, laying all of your weight against his chest and trying your absolute best to close your legs — yet he successfully spread them apart with the unoccupied hand. — From all the moving around from your previous orgasm, his fingers were no longer in that right stimulating spot.

“Gumi, curl, curl your fingers more, please.” Guiding him effortfully as he finally picked up the pace and moved a little, only to find it for the second time — and making your legs tremble harshly — “Hmhm, fuck, f-fuck, right there, Gumi.” Watching with intensity your walls clenching over the brusque movements on the mirror, whining then moaning, moaning then whining ever so loudly. You could feel his tired breaths against your neck, the pace fastening — just how you wanted but was too dizzy to express it out loud — leading yourself into holding his wrist and pushing them further inside your cunt as you squirted, again, and all over the palm of his hand, and the sheets, without a doubt — like an earthquake, your legs shook violently and closed together, squeezing his hand between them and the same goes to his fingers, that for him felt like it’d burn them — you threw your head back, over his shoulder, all while having kisses pressed all over your neck and choking on your own moans with a shut mouth, until you went back to a sane state of mind. While he thanked Gojo over and over inside his head, which was very odd and that would definitely be a one-time thing.

“Think I came on my pants, Y/N.”

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[itadorisgf]

Hello! I dont know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first promt. Thankyou!

— fushiguro megumi + touching you to get your attention

⤷ anonymous asked: Hello! I don't know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first prompt. Thank you!

note: this turned into a whole fic…the part where gumi touches you to grab your attention is rather brief, but i still hope u like this!!

ft. fushiguro megumi

warning: gn!reader, second-year!reader, fluff, blood, pre-relationship so pining!reader

⤷ the flower shop

You are going to kill Gojo-Sensei.

Your mouth flattens into a tight line, brows pinching together to form a deep crease, as your grip on your phone tightens. The bright image pulled up on the screen of your handheld device is the cause for your ire. It’s one of a series of images that Gojo-Sensei has sent to your group chat with your fellow Second-Years of Fushiguro Megumi looking worse for wear. Though the images are all rather blurry, you can clearly make out the injured state Fushiguro’s in: his uniform is dirtied and his face is scraped up with what looks like fresh blood streaming down from his hairline. You’re sure Maki will get a kick of Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him, but you’re more concerned about Fushiguro’s current physical state.

He must not be too severely injured if Gojo-Sensei is texting you Second-Years pictures of Fushiguro all beaten up. This should help alleviate your stress, but it doesn’t. Your gut still churns uncomfortably at the thought, at the image, of Fushiguro injured, seriously or not.

You exit the images to view the chat. You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text message, which accompanies the many pictures he sent of Fushiguro.

Gojo-Sensei: Look who got beat up!!!

As a teacher, he really shouldn’t sound so thrilled at the prospect of his student getting injured, but then again, Gojo-Sensei’s not exactly a respectable teacher in your eyes. Your eyes scan the rest of the messages from your classmates. Given the time difference, you would guess that Yūta is most likely busy with his day right now all the way on the other side of the world, hence his lack of response. You make a mental note to shoot him a text soon and check in on him. You know Yūta well enough to know that he’s probably running himself ragged. Toge’s in the middle of a mission right now, which only leaves Panda and Maki available to reply to Gojo-Sensei’s message.

You were correct in your assumption that Maki would be pleased with the pictures, her text asking if Gojo-Sensei managed to get a video of Fushiguro getting beat up. Panda echoes that sentiment by responding with arrows pointing upward underneath Maki’s text. Your thumbs hover over your keyboard, contemplating if you should reply or ignore the chat.

“Is Fushiguro alright?” You hit send before you can overthink and toss your phone onto your nightstand. When your phone loudly pings, you scramble in the dark to grab it, unlocking your phone to view the response. You flip onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a loud muffled groan.

Maki: Aw, are you worried about your lover boy?

You should’ve never confided in Maki about your small crush on Fushiguro. Well, it’s not like you were the one to bring it up. When Maki had casually slipped into your conversation that it’s gross how much you resemble a lovesick puppy around Fushiguro, you were taken aback and attempted to refute her observation. However, your best friend knows you like the back of her hand and bluntly stated that it’s obvious you’re pining for Fushiguro. You winced when she told you that. Was it really that obvious? The pointed look she gave you in return confirmed that yes, it was that obvious. Luckily for you, Fushiguro is one of the densest people you know when it comes to the realm of romance so to your knowledge, he’s still completely clueless to your feelings.

Your classmates all know of your feelings for the First-Year, but they don’t meddle in your love life. The most they do is tease you or give you knowing looks, which you brush off as quickly as you can while you try to rein in the resulting heat that floods your face. No, it’s not your classmates you have to worry about. It’s your idiot of a Sensei who has nothing better to do with his life than to concern himself with his students’ love lives despite being the strongest Sorcerer there is. If you could, you’d sock him right in the gut for the number of times he’s attempted to push you and Fushiguro together. The awkwardness that came from those experiences still makes you want to crawl into a hole whenever you think about it for too long.

The vibration of your phone in your hand draws you out of your thoughts. You grimace when you read the text message.

Gojo-Sensei: Don’t worry!!!! Your lover boy is alright, but I bet he’d feel better if you checked in on him. ;)

You can clearly envision Gojo-Sensei’s glee on the other end of the phone. The man feeds off of embarrassing his students. You opt not to respond anymore, clicking out of the application and turning off your phone. Gently placing your phone onto your night stand, you tug your comforter up to your chin and close your eyes for the night.

Perhaps, you will check in on Fushiguro later.

“Oi, quit zoning out.”

You groan in pain when Maki sharply jabs you in the stomach with the end of her wooden bo staff. She gives you an unamused look when you toss a harsh glare her way.

“I’m not zoning out,” you mutter, readjusting your grip on your respective staff to continue the light sparring session you and Maki are engaging in. She doesn’t bother to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as she counters your strike, easily knocking your staff out of your hands. You’re quick in your attempt to grab your staff again, but Maki cleanly sweeps your legs out from under you, sending you crashing face first in the dirt.

“Right, and Mai and I have a wonderful relationship,” She sarcastically says, digging one end of her bo staff into the ground and leaning her weight against it. “He’s fine, you know? You shouldn’t worry so much about him. You should be more worried about me kicking your ass.”

You loudly whine when Maki brings him up and flop onto your back to gaze up at her. “Who said I’m worried about Fushiguro?” You childishly huff, propping yourself up and leaning back onto your forearms. Your expression scrunches up in distaste as dirt uncomfortably sticks to your sweaty skin.

Though you’re attempting to deny it, of course, you’re worried about Fushiguro. Although Maki already knows how you feel about the First-Year, you’d rather skirt around the subject and pretend that you’re much better at hiding your emotions than you actually are.

“Who said anything about Fushiguro?” Maki innocently cocks a brow, but smirks to herself as you murmur a low fuck underneath your breath. Damn, you walked right into that one.

“I hate you, you know that?” You deadpan, staring straight into Maki’s eyes.

“Yeah, I hate you too.”

The corner of your lips twitch up into a hint of grin as Maki offers you a hand, pulling you up onto your feet.

You wrap up your training session not long after that since Maki claimed that she didn’t see the point in continuing to spar if you’re not going to give it your all. “There’s no fun in beating someone over and over again,” she sighed as you were knocked to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You gave her a half-hearted glare in response to that comment.

Freshly showered, you’re now lounging on one of the benches placed near the dorms, occupying your time by scrolling through social media. You try to convince yourself that you’re hanging around outside because you want to enjoy how nice the day is, but you, and everyone else, know better. Fushiguro, and presumably Gojo-Sensei, should be coming back from their mission soon. Although you know that Fushiguro wasn’t seriously injured, you also know that the tight coil of worry in your stomach won’t go away until you see it with your own eyes that Fushiguro is, indeed, okay.

“Senpai?” The sudden noise startles you and you scramble to sit up straight. You unconsciously smooth out the creases in your clothing as you meet the eyes of the person who called you.

“Fushiguro,” you breathe out, relief heavily laced in your voice. You push yourself off the bench to stand on your feet and quickly scan his form for injuries, brows furrowing when you see the numerous bandages littering his face. It’s only when Fushiguro shifts underneath your intense gaze that you realize how long you must have spent staring at his face. Great, now he’s going to think you’re some sort of creep, you think to yourself. “H-how are you feeling?”

You internally wince at your slight fumbling over your words. You’re just glad nobody else is around to witness this encounter, Gojo-Sensei and Maki would find way too much delight in your distress.

Fushiguro brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. A hint of redness seeps out from underneath his bandages, staining his cheeks, as he reflects on how badly his simple retrieval mission turned out. He’ll leave it up to Gojo-Sensei to explain to your class about Itadori and how he’s Sukuna’s new vessel. He wonders how you all will take it.

“I’m fine, Senpai,” he replies, grimacing as the pads of his fingertips run along the gauzy material of the bandage firmly wrapped around his head. Heat floods his cheeks when he looks up to see the genuine concern in your expression. Fushiguro’s thankful that the bandage on his cheek manages to partially conceal the flush of his skin. “Really.” He adds on for extra emphasis. You still look unconvinced, but you nod along as if you actually believe Fushiguro’s words.

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried about you when Gojo-Sensei sent us those pictures of you all bloodied up,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“You were worried about me?” Fushiguro questions with a slight raise of his brow.

Oh fuck. For a moment, you say nothing: frozen completely still as your brain attempts to process the fact that you just told Fushiguro, to his face, that you were concerned about his well-being. Maybe, he’d interpret your words in a friendly way. Perhaps, he would think that you were just being a good upperclassman and looking out for him. If you were lucky, Fushiguro would think nothing of your comment.

“Senpai?” A sudden weight on your shoulder pulls you out of your internal panicking. Fushiguro’s hand lightly rests on your shoulder as a concerned expression lies on his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Fushiguro,” you assure him. There’s still a slight frown in place, crinkling the bandage stuck on the corner of Fushiguro’s mouth. You inhale deeply in order to muster up as much courage as you can for what you’re going to do next. “I promise.” Your voice softens as you gently place your palm over the back of Fushiguro’s hand.

Fushiguro stills underneath your touch and you have to restrain yourself from giggling at the intense redness that floods his cheeks. His flush deepens even more when you find yourself unable to completely suppress your amusement, your quiet laughter filling the air. He’s quick to draw his hand off of your shoulder to rest by his side.

“Good. I’m going to go rest in my dorm now. See you later, Senpai.” His words nearly slur together with how fast Fushiguro spits them out. You don’t even have the opportunity to say goodbye in return as Fushiguro swiftly turns around and rushes inside of the dorm building.

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered, you muse. A silly grin crosses your face unconsciously as you attempt to sear the image of Fushiguro blushing into your memory. Maybe, your feelings aren’t as unrequited as you think.

“Ah, young love.”

You jolt, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. Your grin falls as soon as you make eye contact with the individual.

“Gojo-Sensei,” you deadpan. Your brow twitches in annoyance at his elated expression. Knowing him, he probably eavesdropped on your entire conversation with Fushiguro. “If you took any pictures or videos, I am going to kill you.”

His grin only widens at that.

“Too late.”

[your-nerd-is-showing]

To Tame A Wild Heart

Combined fanfic with @mguqiis WC 5.3K 13 pages long! This will be a complete fanfic I have 3 different ones I will be posting here.

Satoru Gojo the college campus hottie, his reputation of him getting around proceeds him. Every girl wants a piece of him and many have gotten a piece already. Then one day you transfer into one of his classes and he sets his eyes on you. He wants you but you’re unobtainable, that drives him crazy making him want you even more. No one ever, ever says no to Satoru Gojo. Every single one of your friends warned you about him but you didn’t listen…. You thought you were special to him and could tame him…. Maybe you can….

Chapter one: Welcome to Freshman Year

It was the third week of school and you were able to finally transfer into Advanced Placement Writing for your major. You made your way into the classroom and went all the way to the top away from everyone. To your classmates and friends you were (F/N) (L/N) but to the internet, you were known as Yoru-Chan famous smut writer of the series When a God Falls. You pulled out your laptop to work on your latest book, instantly getting sucked into your writing the world around you disappeared.

~Takara looked deeply into Fudo's endless ocean blue eyes as he pounded into her. “F-Fudo I m-missed you soooooo muchhhhh!” She moaned out as she slammed down on his cock hard.

“I missed you too my love.” He leaned up to kiss Takara deeply, she wildly attacked his lips as she entangled her fingers in his soft white hair.~

You faintly heard the bell ring, suddenly someone was tapping you on your shoulder bringing you back to reality. You looked up at a young man with white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen…. “No fucking way…. Fudo?” You mumbled to yourself as you got lost looking at him.

The young man just smiled at you. “Hello my name is Satoru Gojo.”

“Oh-oh hello my name is (F/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you Gojo.” You replied shyly.

“Please call me Satoru.” He smiled at you again. “So whatchya working on?”

“Oh! Its n-nothing just a story of mine.” You said dismissing the subject.

“I would love to hear about your story.” Gojo said as he leaned in closer to you.

“M-maybe another time….” You said shyly as your cheeks turned red.

“Okay class listen up!” Started the professor. “Today we are picking partners for your projects! By the end of the year I want an entire book written minimum of fifteen chapters!”

The class groaned in annoyance.

You were sitting on the edge of your seat very excited for this.

“Come on guys don’t give me that! This is going to be a fun assignment! Anything goes in your book!”

Your eyes widened in wonder. “A-anything?” You said to yourself.

Gojo looked at you. “Pssssst (Y/N).”

You glanced at him. “What is it Satoru?”

“Will you be my partner?” He flashed you a sexy smile.

You turned bright red. “Uh-uhhhh wh-why do you want to be m-my p-pa-partner?” You stammered.

Gojo took your hands in his. “Because I see how excited you are for this project and I want to be partnered with someone who has a passion like I do for writing.”

You took your coat, hat and glasses off revealing your beautiful body and captivating (E/C) eyes. You had a cute punk look going for you wearing a black skin tight shirt with holes cut in all the right places, cut up jeans with fishnets peeking out of the holes and combat boots.

“Damn little hottie has a body. Now that is something I would like a go at.” Gojo thought to himself as he looked you over his ocean orbs stopping on your big breasts.

“So what do you say?” He looked at you.

You tucked your long (H/C) hair behind your ears. “Uh-uhhh we-well.” Your eyes darted around and noticed a group of girls were coming your way. “What is he super popular or something? I mean he is absolutely gorgeous.” You thought to yourself. “Wait Satoru Gojo I have heard about him! He’s a Sophmore and I heard he gets around with the girls on campus…. What am I about to get myself into?...”

“Y-yes I will be your partner!” You said really loudly drawing attention to yourself.

Gojo smiled at you. “Wonderful!”

You and Gojo looked over at the group of girls, they looked like they wanted to kill you.

“AHEM!” The professor cleared his throat gaining the classes attention again. “As I was saying anything goes in your stories! You’re adults now I want to see you push your limits step out of your comfort zones! Write something gruesome! Write some smut I will allow it!”

Your eyes almost fell out of your head when the professor said that.

“Okay now go pair up and start discussing your books!”

Gojo turned to you. “I can see the wheels turning in your head (Y/N)-chan, what are you thinking about for our book?”

You tapped you chin. “Hmmmm.” You took out a notebook and a pen. “Well what kind of books do you like to read?”

“Oh! I love fantasy, folklore, sci-fi…. Hmmmmm oh!” Gojo motioned you to move closer to him. “My guilty pleasure is the web novel series When A God Falls by Yoru-Chan.”

Your eyes grew wide. “No way….” You mumbled.

Gojo's eyes lit up. “You know the series? Oh my God I am obsessed with Yoru-Chans writing it’s amazing! Plus Fudo reminds me a lot of myself.”

“That’s for sure you certainty have his charming personality and good looks.” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that?” Gojo asked.

“Oh nothing…. So I’m taking a wild guess you want smut in our story?” You said smugly.

He placed his hand on your leg. “I was hoping we could write from personal experience.” He looked at you his ocean blue orbs filled with lust.

You removed his hand from your thigh. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but I don’t jump into some random guys bed that easily Satoru. Are you extremely attractive? Yes you are, but you’re going to have to try harder than that mister.” You stuck out your tongue revealing a piercing.

He raised his eyebrow. “So there is a chance?” He said smugly. “Then challenge accepted! I’m taking you out to dinner tonight!”

“W-wa-wait just a minute.” You said getting very flustered as you fiddled with your hands.

“What you don’t want to be taken out by the hottest guy in school?” He said smugly.

“I mean I do but this is moving all so quickly.”

He smiled at you again. “Baby girl I am Satoru Gojo I do not take things slow.” He placed his hand back on your thigh.

“Well I’m not the type to move fast, I have heard about you reputation Satoru you never get into a relationship with any girl and I am not looking for a random fling.” You said removing his hand yet again.

He grabbed your hand and leaned in close to you. “Like I said (Y/N) challenge accepted.” He winked at you. “Now do you have any other classes today?”

“No this is my last class.”

“Perfect! Do you have any plans this weekend?”

“N-no?” You stammered.

He smiled at you.

“What are you scheming Satoru?”

The bell rang for class to end, Gojo held out his hand for you to take, you did so.

“This weekend my dear you are mine.” He smirked at you. “Let’s go out for lunch then back to my apartment. Sound good to you?”

“O-okay that sounds good.” You packed up your bag, Gojo wrapped his arm around you making you freeze up. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest.

Gojo took you out to a very nice sushi restaurant for lunch.

“Damnit why of all people Satoru is…. He is the spitting image of Fudo….. Literally the man of my dreams and he’s a player….” You thought to yourself letting out a frustrated sigh.

Gojo tightened his grip around your hand making you look up at him. “What are you thinking up in that beautiful mind of yours?”

You shook your head and laughed. “Boy you are so smooth, it’s laughable how hard you’re trying to get in my pants.” You patted his hand.

“When I set my eyes on someone I like I won’t give up until I make them mine.” He held your hand.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh so very charming. How many girls have you used that line on?” You said sarcastically. “Too bad I see right through you Satoru. Those sweet compliments and a sexy smile might work on every other girl… that just means they’re easy to get into bed. I am a much more complex woman who isn’t as easily swayed just by your good looks.”

He leaned in close to you. “So what do you want?”

“A-a love like Takara and Fudo.” You started.

“Ohhhhh so you do read the series!?” Gojo got all happy.

You blushed. “Y-yes I do read it.” You said shyly.

“Hm? There’s more to it isn’t there?”

A small huff left your lips, though the pink which scattered your delicate cheeks stayed. “There isn’t. You shouldn’t pry in others’ affairs.” You said defensively.

You let out a small sigh, thinking to yourself. “This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m ridiculous!” You had the urge to smack yourself at the nearest wall, but right now wasn’t the best time and place.

“There’s something off with how she suddenly reacted like that…” Gojo thought to himself.

“How about we just go to your apartment?”

“Aren’t you eager ‘Ms. I’m different from other girls!’?”

“Not particularly…” You turned your nose up.

“What?”

“I-It’s not what you think!” You said in a huff.

“What I think? Sweetcheeks, just what do you mean by that? How scandalous of you-“

“No! It’s not like that!” You backed up.

“I mean, why else would you go to a guy’s place?” Gojo moved closer to you.

“I said its not like that!”

“Keep it up and I’ll seriously continue to think you’re some closet pervert.”

“P-Please don’t!” You stammered as your face turned redder by the second.

“Her face is so red, can’t help but tease her.” Gojo thought to himself and chuckled.

---

You stepped into his apartment looking around surprised. “It’s so clean.” You said in amazement.

“I'm kinda offended by that (Y/N),” He replied sounding kind of hurt. “you make it sound like all I do is get it with girls!” He walked over and took your jacket.

“Isn’t that exactly what you do..?” You scoffed mumbling to yourself.

“Huh? Said somethin’?”

“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!”

He turned around and walked closer to you.

You backed up into a wall slightly intimidated by Gojo's God- like features.

He put his arm on the wall and looked deep into your eyes. “Now that we’re alone… Wanna tell me just what about that book got your panties in a twist?”

“W-What do you mean?” You shuddered averting your eyes from his gaze.

“You know exactly what I mean. Why else would you smile when I mentioned it? Or the way you just dismissed it when I asked about it? You’re definitely hiding something, (Y/N).”

“N-No I’m not! I…” You started getting defensive again trying to hide your nervousness.

He tilted your head up to look at him. “Yes you are (Y/N).” He leaned in closer to you. “Look at the way you’re acting right now.”

“Shit… he just looks so much like him. It’s just to hard to resist…” You Thought to yourself.

“Cat got your tongue? Should I help you fix that?”

“Fudo I-!”

“...Did you just call me ‘Fudo’?”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You thought to yourself.

“Why on earth did you call me ‘Fudo’? Don’t tell me you’re in love with the main character!?” He smirked at you getting an idea.

“Don’t be so shy love.” He gently grabbed your butt picking you up as he leaned into your neck.

Your skin was getting hotter by the second as Gojo pressed his body against yours. “F-fuck why is he doing this!? This is exactly like the first time Takara and Fudo met!” You thought to yourself your breathing getting heavier as Gojo pressed his soft lips against your neck.

“F-Fudo wh-what are you doing?” You wined out.

Gojo stopped and looked at you with his ocean orbs. “What ever do you mean Takara?” He leaned in close to your lips.

“F-fuck why are you doing this?” You shook your head coming back to your senses. “No Satoru please stop. This isn’t what I want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You were really getting into it (Y/N).”

“Getting into what?” You asked looking confused.

“Roleplaying? I’ve never tried it before but roleplaying this book would be a lot of fun and seeing as you look a lot like Takara who is totally hot-“

“Roleplaying? You mean like acting out different characters?”

“Uh yea? What did you think I-“

“I mean I did model Takara after myself….” You mumbled a bit too loud and Gojo heard you.

“Woah wait just a minute! What do you mean you ‘modeled Takara after yourself'?”

“Huh?” You looked at him. “Oh shit…. Ummmm.”

“Okay (Y/N)! Spit it out!” Gojo yelled as he tickle attacked you.

You flailed about. “Noooooo Satoruuuu stoppppp!” You wiggled in his grip as he tickled your sides, you started to laugh. “Hehehe Satoruuuuu!” You continued to flail trying to free yourself, you managed to knock Gojo over landing on top of him.

Gojo locked you in a bear hug. “Ha I caught you! You’re not getting away until you tell me what in the hell you’re talking about.” He came dangerously close to your lips. “Now tell me my dear (Y/N).”

“Uhhhhh.” You studdered becoming a hot mess in Gojo's arms.

Gojo looked deep into your eyes giving you the puppy dog stare pleading with you. “Pleaseeee?” He kissed your cheek.

“Damn you Satoru.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “I….. Am Yoru-Chan.”

His eyes widened in amazement. “No fucking way seriously!? You’re Yoru-Chan!?” He let go of you giving you a dumbfounded look.

“What!? Why is that so hard to believe? Do you want me to show you some of the new book?” You asked taking out your lap top.

“I just never expected the writer of a famous internet smut novel be a cute little punk girl…. And a Freshman in college at that! The way you write about sex and describe it is like how someone with year’s of experience would write…. My closet pervert theory is standing with you!” He laughed teasing you more.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as your cheeks flushed a deep red. “H-hey now! I am not a closet pervert! For your information I am still a virgin!” You yelled as those words spilled out of your mouth you realized what you just blurted.

Gojo looked at you wide eyed. “You're a virgin and you write like that!? Oh my God….” He took you in his arms. “well then why don’t you write from personal experience?”

“Hey cool it Fudo!” You growled pushing Gojo off of you.

He smirked. “You really did model Takara after you, shy but defensive personality. This is going to be fun! Okay I want to take you out to dinner and a club after. I’ll walk you to your dorm so you can get clothes for the weekend.”

“Uhhhhh I don’t know if that’s a good idea my roommate Utahime is not a fan of you at all…. She might get really pissed off.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “It’ll be fine! I insist a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be walking around on your own.” He smiled at you and handed you your coat. “Plus you don’t know how to get back here from your dorm.”

“Okay you got me there.” You admitted as he helped you put your coat on.

Gojo opened the door and a girl was standing there. “Oh! Yuki what are you doing here?”

Yuki looked at you. “Uh Gojo we had a date today?”

“Oh.” Gojo laughed nervously. “Sorry Yuki I need to cancel I have an important project that’s most of my grade in AP Writing and (Y/N) is my partner.”

Yuki laughed. “So why not ditch the nerd and let her write it?” She gestured to you. “Then we can go out! You’ve never cared about school this much before or ever hung around a goth girl. Gojo what’s up with you?”

“Excuse me who are you calling a nerd and giving labels to?” You butted in. “How would you like it if I said you looked like an escort.” You said looking at Yuki who was wearing a skin tight leather dress with a plunging neckline.

“Well I would like to be escorting Gojo out on a date!” She said angrily not even getting what you just called her.

You looked at her dumbfounded. “Well I am sorry Yuki but he is working on a project with me and taking me out tonight. I'm sure you have plenty of other men you can go out with. Why not message one of them?”

“Why I ought to!”

Gojo locked the door behind him and walked away with you. “Oh! Yuki don’t bother messaging me ether, this young lady will be taking up most of my time now. Bye!” He wrapped his arm around you.

“That little whore just thinks she can come in and take my favorite man from me! Oh she has another thing coming!” Yuki stormed off in the other direction.

“I'll be taking up most of your time now? Really Satoru? I heard you never spend more than a week with the same girl.”

“Well maybe I’m trying something new.” He smiled at you. “Now which dorm is yours?”

You pointed to the left. “The freshman dorms are over there.” He took your hand in his walking with you to the dorms.

People were gawking at you as you walked hand in hand with Gojo.

“Tch look at the new arm ornament Gojo has this week.” A girl with blue hair scoffed. “Poor girl will learn soon enough that he is going to leave her just like he does to every other girl. Poor little naïve Freshman doesn’t know what’s coming! Haha!”

“Sa-Satoru I feel like I’m being put on display…. And I don’t like it at all. Everyone is staring at us!” You said becoming flustered.

“Shhhhh it’s okay (Y/N).” He wrapped his arm around you again and kissed the top of your head so everyone could see.

“I don’t know something seems different about him with that girl…. He would never wrap his arm around a girl or kiss their head like that.” Said one of the girls friends. “Pfft imagine someone like her catches the heart of Satoru Gojo its laughable!”

All of the girls laughed.

A beautiful tall blonde approached you and Gojo. “Hey Gojo what’s with the charity case?” She asked pointing at you.

“What the fuck!?” You growled. “Is there some sort of issue with who I am and how I dress!?”

“Calm down (Y/N) you’re beautiful just the way you are.” Gojo smiled at you completely ignoring the girl as he walked past her.

“B-but Satoru both girls who approached to talk to you made fun of how I dress….. Now I’m never one to be insecure about who I am however, the two girls looked like models compared to me…. I’m not the usual type of girl you go out with am I?”

“Hmmmmm now that you mention it no you’re not, but that doesn’t matter to me. Like I said (Y/N) when I girl catches my eye I don’t give up.”

“And what about a girl- Hey!” You yelled as someone pulled you away from Gojo. “Utahime what are you doing?”

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” Utahime glared at Gojo as he followed. “Alone!” She stormed off with you.

“Wait at least let him in the building!” You pulled away from Utahime to let Gojo in. “I told you she didn’t like you.” You sighed. “I’m in room 345 on the third floor just meet me up there.” You said before Utahime pulled you away again.

--

“What was I doing here again?” You thought to yourself as you stared at your overnight bag trying to ignore Utahime.

“Seriously (Y/N)! You can’t just stay with Satoru Gojo! He’s bad news!” Shouted Utahime bringing you back to reality.

“How many times have you told me that..?” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to your closet to grab clothes. “Hmmmmm now what should I wear?” You asked yourself as you looked through your mostly black wardrobe. Your eyes fell on your beautiful purple corset dress. “That’s perfect for tonight! Hmmmmm now what else? Maybe I should start dressing more like Takara, Satoru would like that….”

“I’ll keep repeating myself if I have to, (Y/N)! Satoru Gojo is not to be trusted if you want your heart broken!” She said trying to convince you not to go. “Please be smart about this and take my advice! Don’t go!”

“We’re going to study.” You said as you packed up a couple of skirts and cute tops to go with them.

“Shut up, you’re sleeping over for the weekend!” She yelled as she took out your sexy night gown and thongs. “Look at yourself (Y/N) you were just saying that Gojo would like it if you dressed like the character of your book!? Wait does he know that you’re Yoru-Chan?”

“I’m going, Utahime. There’s nothing you can do about it.” You finished packing your bag.

“(Y/N)! I’m warning you! He is a player!”

“Yeah, yeah just text me if there’s an emergency, okay?” You patted her shoulder as you turned to leave.

“That’s if you’re not already on your knees for him!” She scoffed. “You better fucking answer.”

“H-Hey! That’s not funny!” You said getting flustered.

“Then don’t go!” Utahime pulled on your arm.

“But mooooom, it’s an assignment that’s most of my grade! I have to go!” You said sarcastically as you opened the door to leave.

“Did you just call me your ‘mom’?— hey! (Y/N)! Come back here!” Yelled Utahime as you snuck out. She followed you out into the hall and saw you walking away with Gojo, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Dumbass.”

—

“So, Yoru-chan.” Gojo started.

“P-Please don’t call me that in public Satoru….” You said shyly as your cheeks flushed pink.

“Hehe, can’t help it. Still need to process someone as beautiful as you wrote such interesting stories.” He pulled you into his arms.

“S-Satoru!” You squeaked as he gently groped your butt.

“Fiiiiiiine, I’ll stop!”

silence….

“Thank you for walking me to my dorm and back.” You smiled at him

“It’s the least I should do for my precious Takara.” Gojo said flashing you a sexy smirk.

“You said you’ll stop the teasing!” You said getting a bit defensive.

“Kinda lied.” He chuckled as he unlocked his door.

You rolled your eyes. “What have I done?” You mumbled.

“Hmmmm you caught the eye of hottest guy on campus, that’s what you’ve done!” He said happily.

“Yeah too bad this gorgeous man is total player!” You said getting upset. “You know just my luck the man of my dreams-“

“Wait I’m the man of your dreams?” He looked at you confused.

“Well Fudo was modeled after the man of my dreams and you’re the real life Fudo sooooooo….. Yeah you kinda are.”

“Well if I were to truly become the man of your dreams….” Gojo held you in his arms. “what would you want me to do? Other than the obvious cutting out every girl I have ever hooked up with.”

“Hmmmmm well lets go out tonight and I will tell you after! Wait are you seriously willing to change for me?” You looked at him astonished.

He sighed. “Well seeing as Takara is the woman of my dreams and I have found my real life Takara, yes I am!” He kissed your cheek.

“You do know it is going to take a lot of proving yourself for me to trust you Satoru.”

He kissed your nose. “Challenge still accepted beautiful! I’m not giving up on you (Y/N)!”

You sighed. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?” You laughed.

“Oh you’ve had plenty of chances to leave but you haven’t yet, so I think you want this just as much as I do (Y/N).” He leaned in close to your lips.

You started to get warm and very flustered.

“Am I wrong my dear?”

You gave him a kiss on his lips. “Is that enough of an answer for now? I’m still not sure myself….. But I do know I don’t want to leave….. I’m looking forward to this weekend.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and he took out his phone as he sat on the couch. “And to start I’m deleting all my social media and making a new Facebook that you will have the password to!” Gojo said as he started to delete apps off his phone.

“Woah hold on Satoru are you sure? You’re making it sound like I’m your g-girlfriend…”

“Well don’t you want to be (Y/N)?” He asked as he pulled you into his lap. “Don’t you want to be the girl who tamed Satoru Gojo?”

“I-I mean yes I do…. But like I said you have to do a lot of convincing for me to say yes, you are off to a good start!” You replied as Gojo handed you his phone to set up his new Facebook. “Okay the password is TakaraFudo, annnnnnnd done! What photo do you want to use?”

“I was hoping I could take a photo with you?” He asked smiling at you.

“Um sure! Why don’t we take one all dressed up for our date tonight? I don’t look very photogenic right now.” You laughed.

“You are absolutely beautiful right now!” He replied as he wrapped his arms around you taking a cute photo of the two of you. “See?” He showed you the photo.

You looked at it. “Yes I know I am beautiful, but I want to look even better! Hey can you send me that photo please?”

“Sure what’s your number?”

“It's 080-5555-2567.” You glanced down to see Gojo put you in his phone as ‘My Beautiful Takara'. Your phone buzzed and you looked at the message with the photo ‘I’m putting this as my background on my phone <3 you are so beautiful!’ You smiled at the sweet message and put Gojo in your phone as ‘My Wonderful Fudo'.

“What am I doing….?” You thought to yourself.

“Would you care for a drink (Y/N)?” Gojo asked you.

“Do you have mango sake? That’s my favorite!”

“Uhhhhh, yes I think I do! I’ll be right back with that for us!” He got up and went to the kitchen.

“What am I getting myself into? God he really is so smooth I’ve barely known him a day and I’m already acting like a fangirl! Come on (Y/N) you’re better than this....” You sighed. “But he’s so handsome ugh, I need to get my head checked! Here I am saying I’m not like other girls but yet I agree to sleeping over his apartment for the weekend.”

“Ohhhh Takaraaaaaa! I mean (Y/NNNNN)! Sake is served!” Gojo said happily as he bounced in with the tray of sake.

You laughed. “Why thank you Satoru.” You cheered Gojo and took a shot of the sake. He poured you another shot.

“To us!” Gojo held out his cup.

“T-to us!” You cheered him again and downed the shot.

You and Gojo we’re going shot for shot, Gojo kept making up the dumbest things to toast to but he didn’t care he wanted to get you drunk so you would loosen up. About an hour passed by and you were feeling pretty good.

“F-Fudo.” You hiccuped. “I-I-I think I’m goooooood I’ve had tooooo mu-much to-to drink.” You said slurring your words.

“Hm? How drunk are you?” He asked leaning in close to you as Gojo wrapped you in his arms.

You let out a small nervous hiccup. “Drunkkkkk enough to doooooo this!” You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck as you straddled him and kissed him passionately.

Gojo pulled you in closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his hand under your shirt.

You broke the kiss. “H-heyyy wh-what do you think you’re doing Fudo I-I mean Satoru?” You swatted his hand away “Behave! Just because I kissed you it doesn’t mean I’m giving in that easily….” You blushed. “I-I just really wanted to kiss you….”

He smiled at you. “Okay, okay I’ll behave…. For you.” He looked at you like he wanted another kiss.

You chuckled. “What do you wanna kiss me again-“

Gojo cut you off planting another kiss on your lips. He gently nibbled on your lower lip making you moan allowing entry. Instantly he invaded your mouth dancing with your tongue. He gently groped your butt making you moan again.

“Well she certainly is a horny drunk…. I wonder how far she will let me go?” Gojo thought to himself as he slipped is hand into your shirt again swiftly unhooking your bra, this time you didn’t stop him.

You broke the kiss. “Sa-Satoru you said you would behave!” You said giving him a disgruntled look.

“Heh, I lied.” He smirked at you. “Come on baby girl I can see how badly you want to give into your desires….. I see it in your eyes…. You’ve been fighting it all day....” He leaned into your neck gently kissing it. “You want me so badly right now.” He whispered teasing you.

“Sa-to-ru.” You wined out. “Yes I do want you!” You blurted out. “Fuck!” You held your hands over your mouth.

Gojo got all excited kissing you as he attempted to take off your shirt but you stopped him. “Wa-wait just a minute Satoru! I’m not done…. Yes I do want you, however I am not quite ready to give myself up that easily. So BEHAVE! Please?”

“But whyyyyyy?” He asked pleading with you.

“Have you forgotten I am a virgin? This is a big deal for me….. I always thought I would be giving it up to someone I was in love with, someone who I had been dating for a long time…. Never have I ever thought that I would be contemplating hooking up with a guy I just met…. God I really am easy!” You said getting frustrated.

“I don’t think your easy.” Gojo kissed your lips. “Not to sound bad…. Well this is gonna sound bad however I say it so I’m just gonna say it. The fastest I ever got with a girl was five minutes after I met her….”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah your right that sounded horrible…. Man-whore.” You said teasing him.

“H-hey now…. No you’re right…. Anyways what I am trying to say is most girls I meet give themselves up within a few hours of meeting me… I’ve been with you almost the entire day and you’ve stopped every advance I have made on you, which is fine I’m enjoying this immensely. I have noticed you’re letting me push your boundaries further every time I make a move on you.”

“Y-yes I am letting you push my boundaries I’m starting to become comfortable with you…. I’m starting to trust you.”

“I feel special.” He smiled and tenderly kissed your lips. “I” He kissed you again. “Can't” and another kiss. “stop” and another. “kissing” yet another kiss. “you.” He kissed your lips five more times. “I just want to spend the whole night kissing and holding you.”

You snuggled into Gojo and looked at your phone. “Uh Satoru it’s almost 8 o'clock. Don’t we have dinner and a club to go out to?”

“Oh shit we do! I lost track of time looking at your beautiful face. Let’s go get ready! I hope you brought a dress because we are going out to a fancy restaurant.”

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Sneak Preview of everything I've touched in the last 2 weeks. A lot of these are very rough drafts so lots of bad spelling, and will probably never be finished LOL I have 3 chapters of the Nanami x Gojo AU just cus I couldn't stop. Now it'll never be done.

Pairing: Megumi x F!Reader

Content Warning: Sex Pollen, Dubcon, NSFW

Megumi really hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. No. That’s not entirely true. He’s wanted something like this for a long time coming now. Your sweet pussy straining around his throbbing cock. The innocence draining from your face with every thrust into you as you lay pliant and ready underneath him. He’s dreamed of the sight too many times to count. Fisted himself into the late hours of the night and the wee hours of morning to your image in his head.

He had wanted it.

Just not like this.

The fat globs of tears springing from your eyes rolled down your face. They swell, big and shimmering, thick and glossy, in the corner of your eyes before disappearing into the dark muck caked on your cheeks. Megumi draws himself from you, pressing his fingers back into the plush curve of your waist. You obediently fold towards him, hips arching off the ground, shavings of leaves clinging like magnets to your sticky and sweaty flesh, all as you ready for his pelvis to reconnect with yours.

Your voice breaks and fissures like ice crackling over water. His name is heavy on your tongue, drowned out only by the sound of your wetness squishing and echoing in his ears. It’s a tainted form of faded red that leaks out of you and foams around the base of his cock in shades of pink the more he collects your juices on his shaft.

He should’ve known you were a virgin. You were hopelessly timid, a little soft spoken and unsure whenever someone would speak to you. Your lack of understanding in the language didn’t help in diluting that shyness.

The precious innocent looks you’d given him so many times before when you’d ask him to help you ring in his head, clouded with flames of desire and waters of agony at the girlish whimper that draws out from lips more swollen than he’s ever seen.

“Megumi, I have an extra special gift for you from overseas.”

“Not interested.”

“Trust me, you’ll love this. It’s sent straight from Yuta Okkotsu himself,” Gojo announces excitedly. It’s enough to gain Megumi’s attention until his teacher moves to reveal a foreign dressed girl. “This is (y/n). Your first new classmate. Aren’t you excited?”

“Why did you introduce her like she’s some kind of new pet?” Megumi asks, not surprised when Satoru ignores him.

“She’s new to jujutsu and Japan and your power sets are a little similar so I want you to look out for her and show her the ropes while she’s here. So be sure to be nice, not like your usual self.”

“I’m plenty nice, just not to you,” Megumi thinks to himself but is interrupted when he hears you speak up. You bow towards him, a perfect 90-degree angle, and he doesn’t have it in his heart to tell you that you’re bowing way to deep towards someone like him.

Then, you speak.

The heat creeps up his neck before he can even notice it. Your voice…Your accent…both were so precious. “It’s nice to meet you. Pl-Please be good to me, senpai.”

Fuck.

He’s sorry.

He’s so so sorry.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Warnings: Sex Work, NSFW

It’s guttural the way Satoru curses in your ear, so unlike his playful nature that everyone knows. It’s nothing new. You’ve come to learn a lot of the different sides to Satoru since you’ve been doing this job. You’d bargain to say that you know more about him than anyone else.

You especially know the different ways he’d fuck you depending on his mood. When he was playful, he’d make you ride him, forcing you to work to earn his climax like he wasn’t the one to come crawling to you for sex. Sometimes he could be slow, delicate, border line making love, but Satoru Gojo doesn’t love anyone, not in that way, so you know those days meant he was upset about something he was keeping bottled in. Today, he’s rough, obviously pent up. One large hand gripped in your hair to hold your head back and lunge at your neck with his mouth, and the other cupped the back off your ass.

He grunts into the crook of your neck. “God, I love when you clench up like that.”

You barely manage to collect enough breath to reply as he pistons his cock back into you. It seems like you’ll have to call out tomorrow since he’s determined to break your pussy over his cock. “Baby, I’m almost there. Satoru, you te— oh, fuck, that’s it.”

You don’t know how he always manages it, but he tracks that sensitive spot inside you that makes you dizzy. You rut your hips forward, desperate for more of his cock right there. Climaxing isn’t a luxury you’re always afforded yet with Satoru it’s a guarantee.

Pairing: Megumi x F!Reader

Content Warning: Sex Work, NSFW

“Hello, hello, what can I d—” your voice catches in your throat when you meet dark blue eyes, highlighted with apathy, and spiky black hair strewn wildly in various directions over a handsome face. “Fushiguro-san?”

You’re in shock to say the least seeing the one person who always made it a point to avoid being in your presence for more than a few minutes at a time standing in front of your door.

He clears his throat, awkwardly. “Hey. Are you with someone?”

You lead him in to sit on your couch. Your mind is still a little slow, and you find it hard to put on your usual inviting demeanor due to the strangeness of the situation.

“Could you wait here for a minute? I need to wash up a little.”

You escape to the bathroom to brush your teeth and give yourself time to think about why he’d possibly be here. Megumi Fushiguro didn’t really “appreciate” your position on this campus. He never bullied you about it, not like the other members from his estranged family, but you vividly recall him telling his vessel friend that you were a “courtesan” and when asked for more clarification, he corrected to “a glorified hooker”.

You’d say it hurt your feelings, but it wasn’t an incorrect definition. You were paid by the school, housed on the school, for the sole purpose of keeping the sorcerers happy by any means necessary and as long as it was legal. Not the worst job depending on who visited you. Some people did simply just need someone to talk with or cuddle, but it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t for one thing eighty percent of the time.

Which begs the question why was Megumi Fushiguro here?

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x Reader

Content Warning: Angst

It didn’t matter how many times you had to reject invitations from your friends so you can leave campus to fight off a monster, only to return with scratches and wounds covering your body.

It was all for him, like he had sacrificed so much for everyone else. You’d be fine sacrificing some of yourself if it meant he could keep living.

“That’s a nasty bruise you got there.”

You look up from your textbook to find Nobara looking at you, concerned laced in her eyes as she examines your face. “That wasn’t there yesterday. You get in a fight? Do I need to teach someone some manners?”

You realize her question has drawn the two boys of your team to look at you as well. You very well couldn’t tell them that you had gotten your face smacked by a human-like curse. Bowing your head, you say the first excuse that comes to your mind, “It’s from training. Maki-san has really been putting me through the ringer.”

“Really? Sheesh,” you hear Yuji, the sweet boy frowning at you. “You should really tell her to ease up on you. I’ll even ask her with you.”

“There’s no need to go through all that trouble.”

“Still… you’ve been looking pretty tired lately, sure you’re okay, I could lend you some of my make-up.” Kugisaki offers, but you shake your head as you focus on this sensation surrounding the resonating of the finger burning in your pocket. Something was nearby and coming fast.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell them and stand from your seat, quickly searching your brain for some kind of excuse to leave and find a place where you could deal with the issue of the incoming curse on your own. “I’m going to go see if Shoko can heal it for me. I’ll be back,” you explain, leaving the three together in the classroom.

“She’s lying,” Fushiguro announces as soon as you’re out of earshot, drawing the others attention to him, their faces asking how he could possibly know. “Maki has been out on a mission for the last three days.”

Megumi x StepMom!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW, Breeding, Stepcest

Megumi swore he’d never return here.

Once he turned eighteen, he left this house without so much as a goodbye to the other inhabitants in it as he escaped to college, to freedom, to not having to follow after his father and his latest conquest, to not have to have someone enter his life, to spend enough time with his newest siblings long enough for him to develop some sort of attachment as soon as they’re taken away.

Then, he’d find another place for a little while only to pack the memories in boxes and start all over again.

That’s why he was happy to move to college with his friends and stay in the dorms all before this stupid pandemic hit and shoved him back into the house with his deadbeat father and latest stepmother.

Megumi stands outside the door, fumbling his keys in his hands. It had been five months he’d been away. His father claimed he’d probably come crawling back home within the year, and Megumi cursed that the man was right.

He enters the house and kicks off his shoes at the door before walking into the living room. The first sight he sees is exactly one of the reasons he left in the first place.

You’re sitting on the couch, well, in his father’s lap. Your hands are wrapped around his neck while his cup your ass, and the two of you didn’t bother parting until he clears his throat.

“Ah, Megumi, didn’t know you were coming back today,” his father croaks out, a slight slur to his words, and Megumi already knows that means he’s been drinking before noon at that. Even if he hadn’t been drinking, Toji doesn’t have enough shame to tear away from your body.

“I texted you three times,” Megumi thinks, but there isn’t any point in voicing his irritation to Toji especially when you’re in his grasp, so Megumi carries his bags upstairs to the small room that he had for his own.

It’s a small room fit for a child but not so much for a college student. Megumi sighs, beginning to wonder how to come terms that this is where he gets to spend the remaining of his school year. Probably the rest of his time in this house if the two of you keep making out in the middle of the house like horny school children.

Todoroki x F!Reader

Content Warning: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Your life was perfect except for the fact that the man you married didn’t love you back.

He loved someone else from his high school. She was a beautiful girl with long, shiny black hair, a model like physique, and an angel’s face. You’ve only met her twice in your life. Once, when you went to meet your future husband at his house, and his father became angry upon seeing the other girl there and kicked her out. The second was when she asked you to be good to her ex-boyfriend when it became clear that the wedding was going to go through successfully.

You promised her you would even if at the time you weren’t in love with him as you had been prepared for this situation your entire life. No matter who your husband was going to be, you would eventually have to learn to love him. That’s the way you were raised, as a trading piece expected to marry higher in society, and a silly part of you hoped he could one day show love to you too.

You should’ve forgotten that dream when “I do” on your wedding day quickly became “why did it have to be you” on your wedding night.

But somewhere along the way, through having to take care of him, you think you may have fooled yourself into believing all those little things you did were acts of love rather than obligation. Love to you was always scrounging for crumbs of other people’s affection, and life with Shouto was really no different than life back with your family.

And just like that, you wanted to try to make him happy enough to win even a miniscule amount of his affection. The closest you’ve probably ever gotten to success is when he told you your cooking was passable after you had to plead with his sister to teach you his favorite foods.

That’s the closest he’s ever let you to him willingly.

Pairing: Nanami x F!Reader x Gojo

Content Warning: NSFW, Soulmate AU

It’s been three weeks.

Three weeks of relative bliss with your boyfriend.

You didn’t know what brought the sudden change, but you aren’t going to complain when Satoru is coming home to you every night or when you watch movies together with his head rested in your lap.

The ache has completely disappeared in the coming days.

You could fly from how light your chest feels, but you’d come crashing back to earth soon as you remember the days of pleasure are always leading to the beacons of pain.

You start collecting clothes to wash, separating your whites and coloreds along the way. Poking your head into your bedroom, you call out to Satoru. “Babe, I’m washing clothes. If you got ‘em,, hand ‘em over.”

He walks out the bathroom, a towel around his waist and a bundle of dirty clothes in his hand that he trades out for something more casual.

“Going out tonight?” you ask.

“Mhm. Gotta meet the geezers,” he says, buttoning his pants before reaching for his shirt. As he turns, you notice three lines. Three thin scraggly lines going across the back of his shoulder.

Squeezing your clothes, you tell yourself he could’ve got it from a curse. Then, your brain thinks that you shouldn’t be stupid.

He has infinity.

Nothing touches him unless he wants to be touched.

He kisses your forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

Walking to the washroom, you toss his clothes in with your own and pull your fresh ones out of the dryer. You carry them to your bedroom to fold and put away but find yourself squeezing onto the fabric.

You throw your shirt down and walk to your walk-in closet. Your hands immediately fly towards the pink suitcase nestled in the back. Angrily, you lunge it on top of your bed and begin to place your folded clothes in.

You couldn’t take it anymore. This is when you need to get away from him, from the way he always makes you feel like you’re not enough. You reach for your phone, wanting to call Satoru, to hear him offer you any sort of pleading, give him one last chance to prove he actually wanted you around.

But you’re sure he wouldn’t care. He’d probably say you’d come back.

You hated having someone so arrogant as your soulmate.

You’re not sure how he was in your past life; but in this one, the world obviously made a mistake choosing the two of you to be together.

Then, you feel your back burning and hiss. It’s practically searing on your skin. If there was a sound, you’re sure it’d be sizzling. You draw your hand back, rubbing to comfort it.

Once it stops, you pull your hand away, confused as to why it happened. The world must be punished for having such nasty thoughts about your soulmate, but it does allow you a moment to breathe and rethink.

Today is Saturday.

Saturday meant Nanami would probably go to the lounge.

You make your decision and call Nanami.

Swallowing thickly to calm your shaking voice, you ask, “Nanami, do you want some company?”

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Content Warning: Incest, Stepcest, NSFW

You hate Satoru.

No, that’s not quite right.

You fucking hate Satoru.

You know that you shouldn’t talk like that. Satoru would say it didn’t suit your pretty face and cursing would give you premature wrinkles, which makes it all the more delicious to finally say. Wrinkles be damned.

Because in your head, all you see is repeats of him on the couch with some woman’s cunt halfway down his cock. The familiar irritation that shot its path through you, jolting your heart like lightning, is understandable. That was your spot. Satoru had told you it was all for you, hadn’t he? That you took his cock so well, that you were his little pillow princess, and that your pretty pussy belongs to him before marking it with his cum inside and out and making it so. So, why?

“Oh, (y/n), I thought you were out with Megumi.”

It was spoken so casually, not a waver in his voice, not a glint of guilt in his eye. Could he even feel guilty when it comes to something like this?

“I wasn’t feeling well so I decided to stay home. Sorry to intrude.”

You’re really sorry. Sorry to have caught him, but it wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Ah, don’t worry about her., baby” His voice echoes in the hall. “She’s my little sister.”

It wasn’t fair how he could use you like this. You’re supposed to be his number one girl. Only you. Not some big tittied bimbo.

If your big brother wasn’t going to appreciate you then you had another big brother who would! That would show Satoru that you weren’t one to be trifled with.

You turn your head to your adopted brother. His hand skims over the popcorn bowl in his lap, completely unaware of you scooting closer. It’s a deadly mistake in the presence of a hunter.

“Megumi-ni,” you coo innocently, “can I ask you something?”

“I’m not getting you a drink. Get it yourself.”

You whine pitifully. “But that isn’t what I was going to ask!”

“Fine. What is it?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Sneak preview

Since the lovely @adelheidvonschicksal asked for it, here's a sneak preview of the stories I'm currently working on. (I have others too, but they aren't anywhere close to showing you a snippet lol) I know I should focus on one thing but I just cannot do that! I am chaotic.

Some of the previews are 18+, so minors don't interact. All the characters are of age.

Character x Reader:

Megumi x Reader.

Megumi x Reader x Yuuji

Character x Character:

Itafushi

Sukuita

Megumi x Reader (female): Halloween (No title yet)

Genre: 18+, smut

Your heart is fluttering in your chest when you feel Megumi's fingers making their way up your thigh, under your skirt, and higher... You whine because his fingers stop right before they can reach where you want them the most. Megumi pulls away from your kiss with a smirk and a dangerous glint in his eyes. He leans back and lets his gaze travel over you again. He looks at you like the vampires on his tv-screen look at their prey. There's something feral about him when he gets really horny, and it never fails to make you lose your mind for him. You want him to claim you, want to be his so bad. "Gumi? Do you like my costume? Am I a cute kitten?" His smirk grows bigger, making him look arrogant and so so sexy. "I like the costume. Not sure about the rest, though. You have to show me whether you are a cute kitten or not." Your breath hitches. So that's what this is gonna be? He's in the mood to play games. Fuck. Your lips part in a moan that's far too needy. But you can't help it. It's just so hot when your sweet boyfriend shows his meaner side. You love that he is so dominant in bed. Love the way he takes control and makes you his little pet. You nod eagerly. "Yes, I'll show you."

Megumi x Reader (female) x Yuuji: Sharing is Caring Part 2

Genre: 18+, smut

Warnings for the preview: mentions of oral, cum eating

You are slumped against Megumi's chest, completely wrecked, panting, and face red. You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji kneels on the bed in front of you, smiling like the sunshine that he is, his lips glistening wet from your cum. A low moan is heard. Megumi. You can even feel it in his chest from where you're leaning against him. "Itadori… come here." He sounds breathless, but his voice still has that commanding tone. Yuuji does as Megumi tells him and crawls over to him. The muscles in his arms flex, drawing your gaze to them and leaving you marveling at how beautiful and strong he is. He stops next to Megumi's side and leans closer. You turn your head to see what the boys are up to, and your eyes widen when you see it. Yuuji's still smiling as he presses his lips to Megumi's and kisses him. You bite your lip hard as you drink in the sight in front of you. Megumi's hand cups his best friend's chin and kisses him back. You see their mouths opening, tongues meeting and lapping at each other. They are exchanging your cum through that kiss, you realize. You watch them hungrily, another bolt of pleasure coursing through your pussy and up your stomach. God, they look so sexy like that! And they are both making those needy noises, soft whimpers and moans as they taste you in their kiss. They gave you so much pleasure, took such good care of you, but neither of them found release yet. Both still achingly hard, needing to cum too.

Itafushi: Running away together (no title yet)

Rating: Probably mature

Yuuji sits opposite Fushiguro with his hands clutching his blue backpack, which only contains a change of clothes, some toothpaste and toothbrush, and his half-empty shower gel. He suddenly realizes that he forgot to pack any shampoo. "Shit. Did you bring any shampoo?" Fushiguro turns his face towards him after staring out of the window in silence for the last ten minutes. Then, a slight incline of the head, "Yeah, you can use mine." "Ok, thank you, You really think of everything. That's good." Yuuji leans back in his seat. It's ridiculous to worry about a little thing like shampoo when he's currently running away with his best friend from the Jujutsu leaders and their assassin. The thought makes him snort. It sounds like the plot of one of the many action movies he has watched. But somehow, it doesn't feel like in the movies. Maybe because the dramatic music is missing. He remembers that he once read somewhere that music plays a big part. Like if you get scared or too excited, you are advised to mute the sound because it's supposed to make the scene more bearable. As Yuuji still wonders about this, his gaze travels over to Fushiguro. He looks as calm as always. He's looking out the train window again. The light from outside is illuminating his face, and his blue eyes seem even bluer than usual. He looks beautiful. For a moment, Yuuji gets lost in those eyes and the long black lashes. He always tries not to stare too much, but it's hard not to. Fushiguro's gaze suddenly locks with Yuuji's. Oh crap...caught! Did he feel Yuuji staring at him?? Yuuji laughs a bit embarrassed, but before he can stumble over what to say, Fushiguro asks: "Are you ok, Itadori?" There's genuine worry in his voice, and his gaze is so intense that it makes Yuuji feel naked, his soul laid bare before the other boy's eyes. A warm feeling floods his chest. It always does something to his heart when Fushiguro becomes all serious and worried and checks on him. And so Yuuji answers truthfully because Fushiguro deserves the truth. He would also see through the lie if Yuuji pretended everything was fine.

Sukuita: A ritual to separate Sukuna and Yuuji goes wrong (no title yet)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: dubcon

Oh, he really is very glad. Even though this isn't what he planned initially. Seems like the brat is still full of surprises. First, he swallowed Sukuna's finger and freed him from a thousand-year-long prison time. And now he offers this wonderful gift to Sukuna. His helpless little heart on a silver platter. Just like that Itadori Yuuji became Sukuna's. His to toy with, his to manipulate and ruin. The boy's posture crumbles as another sob escapes his lips. His shoulders shake, and he buries his face in his palms, crying for real now. It's the sweetest sound to Sukuna, the desperate sobs, the hiccups, and erratic breaths. Such a lovely mess. Sukuna would love to throw him down and fuck him into the mattress, making him cry even more. His fingers twitch. It's not the first time he had thoughts like that about the brat. He managed to fuel Sukuna's desires from the start. Someone like Itadori is delicious in the way that he feels so much. All those uncontrolled emotions raging through him constantly. The pain, desperation, longing, the desire when he looked at Fushiguro, the hunger, the love, the anger, the pure hatred when he fought that one curse with the patched face. The brat was always a source of sexual fantasies. But Sukuna has to be more level-headed about this. He needs to earn the boy's trust. Form him into his perfect little pet. So he just lets his hand run through Itadori's hair and then settle on the back of his neck and pulls him towards him. "Shh, it's ok. You're safe here. Everything will be fine."

I'll post the Megumi Halloween story first and then probably the second part of Sharing is Caring. Though I'm super invested in the Itafushi and Sukuita stories! But they are both multi-chaptered fics and I think I should finish writing most chapters before I publish the first one. I don't like the thought of having to write under pressure to publish a new chapter every week. But I'm so excited for the moment when I can finally share those stories because I really love writing them so much!