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chososdiscordkitten · 9 months ago
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Keep Them On!
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Synopsis: jjk men x reader w glasses ^-^ (yes they stay on during sex)
Includes: : 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐣𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 Content: gn!reader, smut with a sprinkle of fluff, no plot, penetrative sex, cum play, oral (m), glasses kink(?)
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Naoya Zenin
Naoya is so mean when it comes to your glasses. At first, he was generally mean—pushing them up the bridge of your nose harshly when they would slip or hiding them whenever you made some kind of retort at him that he didn’t like. 
Most of all, Naoya didn’t like it when he would say something you deemed ‘controversial,’ and you would take your glasses off in the middle of the conversation. Muttering something about how you didn’t want to see his face anymore. 
So the next time your glasses were pressed against his face- lips slotted against each other and the plastic frames only making him more frustrated. Naoya pulled away from you, urging your head down to imply that he wanted oral. (yes he's a head pusher)
And when your hands reached for the little legs of your spectacles- Naoya sucked his teeth. Nodding his head ‘no’ and freeing his cock from his bottoms.
Muttering something along the lines of ‘I want you to see as best as you can.’ with far too much smugness coating his words with the very tip of his cock smeared against the clean glass with an amused laugh. 
You scoffed as you felt Naoya slap his tip against the side of your cheek- urging you to open. 
You were on your knees, between his legs, as he sat lazily on the couch, with one hand atop your head and the other wrapped around his base.
And when your lips finally had his tummy clenching, his eyebrows furrowed, and his head daring to tip back. Teetering on the very edge of an orgasm, Naoya pulled your lips off of his cock. 
Your eyebrows furrowed, knowing he had a penchant for seeing you swallow his mess. Then it clicked when his hand started making filthy strokes at his cock- aiming his tip directly for the glass lenses with a smile.  
His spend coating your glasses with a groaning huff from your lips. His only excuse was, “What? You were the one who said you didn’t wanna see me.” 
When he saw the sight of the glossy frames being spurt by his cum- Naoya was sure to ask you for blowjobs with them on from now on. 
Even if you spent the next 30 minutes complaining about how hard they were to clean- and how he was just being a brat. Naoya could always get you new glasses- or, as he put it. “Stop being blind, and you won’t need them.”
Satoru Gojo
From the moment Gojo found out you had glasses, he would make little comments about them. Not mean- just strange little statements that would leave his lips without filter. 
When you would refuse to wear them in public- squinting at everything and holding onto his arm as a guide. Gojo would tell you to put them on, that you look even hotter with them. At once, even calling you a sexy librarian. 
His own way of assuring you that a pair of glasses didn’t change anything to him. 
He found it funny that he had perfect vision- almost too perfect, and you. Well, you needed pieces of glass to see or you would get dizzy.
In his mind, Satoru interpreted that as ‘I cover my eyes because I get sick if I don’t- and you wear glasses or else you get dizzy, another thing we have in common.’ just more ramblings of a man who was utterly whipped. 
And this- well, it only translated to the bedroom activities. 
The first few times- you always made sure to take them off. Knowing how Satoru can be with his afflictions for various positions- you didn’t want to break them. Same when it went for oral; you always took them off before going down on him. 
And Satoru tried to get you to forget to take them off- be it interrupting when you’d try to catch up on work assignments, he would come in and distract you from them. 
He would win most of the time- but you always took them off. Didn’t matter how pent up you or him were, you always did. 
And the one time you chose to forget- too tired and completely uncaring if they stayed on while Gojo’s warmth kept you under the covers with him. Even if all of Satoru’s insides were screaming at him to say ‘Yippee’ and start jumping up and down at the opportunity presented to him. He didn’t. 
Gojo went on about his tasks as he normally did- but when it came to spreading your thighs to welcome him, looking upon your framed eyes and smiling to himself at the little fog formed at the bottom from how heated your cheeks were. 
Even more when his thrusts became frantic- your head moving against the pillow and slightly moving the glasses on the bridge of your nose. 
And your hands were far too busy gripping on his arms- his hair, whatever part of his body you could find to help soothe the ache. Far too busy to fix the crooked lenses.
Gojo looked at you with the same look on his face he makes when he discovers something new he likes. A new flavor of candy, a song he liked the melody of- and now, the pretty whimpers leaving your lips, all topped off with your fogged, crooked glasses- only accentuating the fucked out expression you had. 
And when he rolled off of you, looking at your lazy hand, reach up to the frame and pull them off, your lashes wet with salty water and your cheeks still warm to the touch. 
Satoru made sure to ask you properly to keep them on next time- on his knees with his head bowed as though he was asking some colossal favor from you. 
You would only furrow your eyebrows with a slight grimace- knowing of all the strange things he could ask of you, this one was probably the most tame one.
Suguru Geto
Suguru starts off so sweet with you- brings them to you freshly cleaned whenever he sees you without them. Lightly scolding you- “You’ll only get blinder if you don’t wear them.” he would say- sliding the legs behind your ears and making sure you had them on properly.
He only found it even cuter when you would squint at something- unable to see correctly without them on. 
When it came to intimacy;
Geto made the discovery of your glasses being a turn on from the first few times he saw them fog up and slightly tilt to the side as he pounded them off. 
But- there was one thing Suguru did that was the slightest bit annoying. Sure, you could deal with his incessant words- urging you that it was fine and you didn’t have to take them off. Or when you would reach to remove them Suguru would replace your hands and push them back up on your nose for you.
How desperation fills your movements when you take them off- tossing them to god knows where before connecting your lips to his again. 
Unable to stand the little nudges the plastic made against Suguru, only seeing your glasses as an obstacle in the way of kissing him properly. 
Leading to finding the frames in the most strange of places- and most of all, once or twice finding them broken, bent- or even with a lens popped out, nowhere in sight. 
Or when you’d be in public and you’d look at him over the top of them- raising your brows with a questioning look on your face- it only reminded him when you would be giving him head and do the same thing. 
He tries not to make a mess on them- he tries his hardest to cum in your throat or on his tummy. But it’s almost like his cock and brain rewire at the last second and aim his cockhead for the glass. 
And Suguru’s thing for you in glasses was only intensified when you popped his cock from your lips- rubbing his shaft on your cheek with a fucked out smile. And his tip- nudging against the very bottom of your frames with every little stroke your hand made on his shaft. 
And when he finally spurt his mess- your lips parted and waited for Geto to take his aim. Hot spurts of white landing on your cheeks, your nose, your lips- but most of it was on the glass you used to see. 
What Suguru found most endearing- was when you would only smile and lick as much as you could from your lips. Not even complaining about his shitty aim. 
In the end it was just glass that could be replaced had you really wanted to. 
Toji Zenin
Toji swears he didn’t even notice you had them- he tried to convince you he had never noticed you needed glass to see. 
But he would do this thing- this particular thing that you had never noticed before. 
Be it when you’d be speaking- not noticing how his eyes would tighten, fixating on the little crook at the edge of your frames. 
Reaching a hand out and pushing them to sit correctly on the bridge of your nose. 
He had done it far too many times for you to ask what he was doing or why- so used to seeing his hand reach out to you that you never questioned it. 
Toji also had this urge when it came to intimacy- and you were always too fucked out to notice his little habit during sex. 
When you were on your back, your eyes closed and lightly covered by fog on the glass. The frames slightly tilted to one side as his eyes looked at your expression. His hand would go up to your face with an indulgent smile on his lips. 
Fixing the little crook of your glasses before enjoying the sight before him again. 
And when you were on all fours- Toji was thankful to have a mirror in front of you, piercing eyes watching the frames dare to fall off with every powerful thrust he made against your bottom. 
Almost like he enjoyed watching them slip off- something about your fucked out expression adorned with a pair of crooked glasses, scratched at an itch in his brain he didn’t even know was there. 
Toji had never realized this before you—he didn’t know if it was you specifically or glasses in general. 
You always saw it as Toji showing his tenderness towards you- even if you were too busy focusing on other things to notice the little habit. 
It didn’t click in his mind till one day he was listening to you speak- far too tangled in his own thoughts trying to figure out what it was precisely. 
And then he thought back to the sight of you in the mirror. The look of complete and utter dissolution, as though you had finally let loose and released tension, that’s what he found satisfying. 
Associating glasses with some kind of intelligence- even if you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box at times. The frames made you look the tiniest bit more intelligent. Like you were well-read. 
And when he would fuck them right off of you- it seemed like he was fucking out any unnecessary fun fact you harbored in your brain.
With every roll of his hips- he would fuck you dumb, and continue till you were a blabbering mess, unable to see the satisfied look on his face in the mirror when they would fall off. 
Kento Nanami
Out of all the men- Kento would be the most respectful of your glasses. 
Not as though they were some kind of out of the ordinary trait you had than nobody else did. You just needed a little help to see is all. 
But Nanami would be lying had he said that the sight of you pushing your glasses up your head like a headband didn’t make something in him twitch. 
Be it how your eyes glimmer without the glass blocking them or how effortlessly radiant you look when you look at him without them.
Or when you would crawl between his legs and nudge the book he was reading to the side. Pressing the side of your face on his tummy and watching the frames move from the smush of your cheek. 
When he would roll over in the mornings and see your uncovered face. The bridge of your nose undented from the nose pads and the little creases of your eyes on full display so early in the morning. 
What he hated most was how the glass hid your eyes- even if they were clear. A glare here or there or a smudge would make your eyelashes go overlooked. 
Nanami understood that you needed them- that there was nothing he could do about it. He still liked looking at you with them on- but not as much as he liked seeing you without them. 
It was still you behind the glasses, after all. 
But when you would ask him to wait a moment- his hands wandering and gripping at any exposed skin they could find. His hips rested between your thighs. You would reach your hand from his hair- removing the glasses and placing them on your night table. 
Wasting no time in connecting your lips with his again. Mumbling that you wanted to see him with your bare eyes between every breath of air he took. 
This only gave Nanami the opportunity to keep his chest pressed against you- keeping his lips near yours. Even if they were not locked anymore, a mere millimeter from each other as you looked into his eyes. 
Your request for looking upon him without assistance was heard. He made sure to stay as close as possible so you could see what you desired. 
The light blush that roamed down his cheeks, every furrow his brows would make. And feel every exhale he would make tingle your skin before locking your lips again. 
Lazy and unpatterned, not even bothering to close your eyes as his tongue swirled against yours. 
As much as Kento liked your glasses- he much preferred you like this. No struggle in squinting just to see him. Being more than close enough for your bare vision to see his expression entirely. 
Choso Kamo
Choso is sooooo sweet when it comes to your glasses. 
Seeing you gasp whenever they’d slip off the nightstand, far too scared for them to break and not be able to buy new ones to contain the winces. 
Or how you’d take them off occasionally and wipe the lenses whenever they smudge. 
Even if you never mentioned it, Choso noticed the care you had for the frames. 
So when you would ask him to pass them to you- he would make sure to grab the legs or the little bridge. Mimicking the way your fingers are always avoidant of the glass. 
Or when he would notice a minor blot on the glasses before you could. Taking them off of you and swiping away any debris you had yet to see. 
Choso had the decency to push your glasses up to the top of your head before he kissed you- knowing he could be needy and could end up damaging them had he not been careful. 
And Choso never liked holding back how he felt when it came to you- so instead of that, he would move the precious item away and kiss you with all the urgency that buzzed in his insides. 
When they would be at the top opf your head, almost moving too eager, they would slip down and lightly hit his nose. He would gruff softly- nearly irritated that the pair of glasses were trying to cockblock him right now. 
Choso would gently take them off of you before folding them- placing them on a flat surface with a sprinkle of urge in his movements before connecting his lips to yours.
And in the mornings, he would always like watching your eyes open- a little squint forming on your eyes when you would wake. Little to no hesitation in giving you your glasses to see him clearly. 
Kiyotaka Ijichi
You had always found it rather tedious that Ijichi insisted on kissing you with his glasses on- yours clashing with his were bound to cause scratches on both of your frames. 
You always took yours off before he did his; muttering about how he wanted to see you clearly when things got heated. 
But something about how he would look- so flushed and on the brink of whimpering. So easily flustered and tight in his slacks from a few sloppy kisses. 
Even more so when he would clear his throat and adjust the little frames as you took yours off. As though this was some kind of business deal for which he had to stay composed.  
Even during intimacy, he would keep them on- fogged up and bordering on falling- and yet Ijichi still insisted on keeping them on. 
And the next chance you got- you pulled away and saw him with the little frames. His cheeks blushed red with a growing fog at the bottom of them. You couldn’t help but smile. 
Pushing up the bridge of your own glasses and raising a hand to the black legs of his frames. “It’s my turn to see you.” you mumbled, pulling them off and staying close enough for him to see you. 
That what taking off his glasses meant only gave you more reason to stay close to him and not dare pull away. 
Ijichi got even more flushed, if that was possible- being able to feel your 20/20 vision gaze on his skin whenever you would scan over his body. Suddenly, all too aware of how it must have felt for you when you took your own glasses off in these moments. 
He wondered if it ever felt as piercing for you as it did for him. Or even as half as vulturous as your eyes went low- the starved smile on your lips only adding to it. 
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(a.n) my most recent regret is not buying 'cum lube' and instead buying the regular lube. SIGH.
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ummmlife · 9 months ago
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alcoholics anonymous gang + ijichi
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haruchi-slit · 7 months ago
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JJK CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY REACT TO: "I'M THINKING OF GETTING YOU PREGNANT"
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warnings: mdni, ooc (slight), crack and nsfw jokes | ft. shoko, choso, nanami and ijichi
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pt.1 chi-list can't do a part three rn cuz' I'm currently learning digital art i painted a 🥐 it's so kewl!
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rahuratna · 2 months ago
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Blue Moon
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Summary: A series of occasions when the JJK sorcerers required your comforting embrace ...
(x Reader)
Featuring: Gojo, Kusakabe, Nanami and Ijichi.
Genre: Fluff, romance, humour.
CW: Suggestive language.
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Gojo
"On a scale of 10 to 11, how blue do my eyes look this morning?"
"Satoru, what do you want?"
One arm raised, elbow crooked in nonchalant allure against the doorframe, Satoru blinks in feigned innocence. He shifts such that the torso-hugging shirt he has on slides against each defined line of his pectorals.
"I just wanna know. It's nice to hear how handsome I am, from time to time."
"Seriously?"
He cradles his chin between thumb and forefinger.
"I mean, my jawline alone can cut diamonds - "
"Come here."
He grins, having conveyed his message clearly, if a tad ham-handedly. Elbow dropping from the doorframe, he steps into the bedroom, his tall frame stooping until his nose is level with yours.
If you intended to initiate anything at all, you can shelve that idea. Satoru's arms are already sliding around your waist, drawing you impossibly close. His face drops to your shoulder, blowing a playful puff of air against you before he presses into the crook of your neck.
He feels solid in your arms, present. A cloud of pale hair, silky and fragrant, drifts across your vision. The scent of him is warm, vital, alive. You trace gently across the contours of his back before your embrace finally encloses him, feeling his exhale blow heatedly against your skin.
These are the rare occasions when he seeks you out for reassurance under the guise of mischievous ribbing, when he grounds himself in the staid, reliable nature of your presence, when he needs you.
Slowly parting from him, you glance up at the slightly muted brilliance of his glance, the softness that hovers at the edges of that almost ethereal countenance.
"Ready for work?"
"I am now."
You pat him solidly in the middle of his chest, resting your palm there for a minute before pushing him towards the door. The residual humidity of his breath lingers on your throat.
"Now hurry up and go, before I get sliced with that lethal jawline."
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Kusakabe
"And then I said, why the heck can't we just take the safe route, not track through the fucking woods in pitch darkness, with a hurricane lamp that could attract every goddamn curse in the region - "
Atsuya cuts off, the scrape of the blade through the lather on his chin punctuating each point he deemed significant.
" - but of course, they didn't wanna hear it. "That's what sorcerers do, they take the dark path." Ha. They can take that poetic allegory shit and shove it."
You complete the task of drying yourself, fingers tracing lightly over the muscled wall of his back as you pass him, reaching for the hairdryer plugged into the wall just outside.
"Were there any injuries?"
"Miwa got a few scratches, but nothing serious."
He rinses off the blade, white foam circling around the drain of the sink before raising his arm again, skin appearing through the curtain of white on the sharp edges of his cheek.
"I told those kids before, you can't rely on anyone else. In a sticky situation, you gotta analyse the environment, know your opponent, observe their abilities, think and act at the same time - "
The noise of the hairdryer temporarily drowns out his voice, and he turns slightly as he sees your smile. You reach for him with your free arm, hair blowing across your face, and he grunts in amusement.
"I've still got shaving cream all over - "
"And when has that ever stopped you?"
No further convincing is needed because Atsuya's bare chest is now against your back, his arms coming up and around your middle, strong fingers linking securely over your abdomen. The coarse scattering of hair across his torso tickles between your shoulder blades. The heat of him is intoxicating, as always.
You squirm slightly in his grasp as the cool shaving cream smears across your shoulder, where he rests his chin, the dim light of the bathroom temporarily shading the green of his eyes to a subtle olive. Prickles of stubble, tender as the new growth of shoots in spring, sink into your still-damp skin.
You turn off the hairdryer, for now. You can't help yourself when your Atsuya is this close, the clean, warm scent of him wrapping around you, infinitely soft. You press your lips in a trail across his cheek, watching as his eyes close, as the rigidity of his powerful shoulders ease under your ministrations.
Drawing away, you see his eyes flick sideways at you, and you can feel the laugh that reverberates like low thunder through his chest. Your face is smeared with white.
"If you wanted to shave too, you should have just said so."
"What if I said I borrowed one of your shaving blades for my legs?"
"No wonder they're so silky smooth."
"Not as smooth as that tongue of yours."
"And you're the first person who's ever thought so."
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Nanami
Kento had been pristine, as always, when he'd left home. You'd seen his clothes prepared the previous day, the suit and shirt hung neatly against the closet, socks laid aside, shoes polished to high shine.
You'd watched him comb back his hair that morning, your fingers gently caressing his undercut as you'd made your way to the kitchen to deal with breakfast. You'd watched the small smile curve the corner of his mouth as he'd fastened his watch in place.
Orderly and somewhat fastidious, was your Kento, punctual to a fault, even in the way he kissed you at exactly 8 am at the door, the Jujutsu Tech vehicle waiting outside to swallow him into its cool, dim interior.
His lips had lingered softly on yours, as always, stealing moments from the impatient clock on the wall behind you. You'd straightened his tie, one palm smoothing the slightly hollowed cheek (which had filled out a little recently with your cooking) and then you'd stepped back and treasured the softening of his eyes before the glasses were placed firmly on the bridge of his nose.
So, it was with a sense of growing concern that you watched the same clock that had governed your separation that morning. He was three hours late, and counting. He'd managed to send a brief message earlier that day, that things were gearing up to be a little troublesome. Still, you worried.
You always had.
At 10 pm, the sound of the key slotting into the latch heralds his return. Kento pushes the door open, a heavy sigh reaching your ears as you approach.
He is no longer pristine.
His hair hangs down to his eyes, greasy and disshevelled, the tie nowhere to be seen. His shirt is stained and crusted with darker patches under the arms and across his chest and back. His pants are ripped and you see the bandages beneath where he must have received treatment already. His tired eyes meet yours, and you hold out your arms to him. A soft laugh sounds against the noise of the pot bubbling on the stove.
"I'm filthy. And covered in - "
"Do you see me complaining? No more questions, love."
He grumbles good naturedly, but you know that he not-so-secretly loves it when you take charge at home.
In one stride, he is within the welcoming bracket of your arms, head drooping tiredly against the softness of your chest. He is tall enough that the position is slightly awkward, but he has anchored himself to you for support, and you brace your knees as you take his weight.
He smells of sweat, dirt and something damp and unpleasant that reminds you distinctly of a sewer. You smile and bury your nose into his hair, the unique, masculine scent of him, of Kento, now cutting through the other distractions.
You hold him like this, cradling his head close, whispering soft endearments meant only for his ears, until the stretch in his spine wears him out. He rouses from your embrace, eyes puffy and a trifle unfocused. Long lashes brush slowly together and he yawns.
"Had a good rest there?"
His voice rumbles delightfully through your frame where you are still pressed together, mellow and slightly slurred within the familiarity of these walls.
"A most peaceful one."
You tap the area where his head had been a few moments ago.
"Would you like to rent this space out, sir? It's available, every evening after five."
There it is, that quiet, mischievous smile, the one that spreads tender crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
"Only after I've inspected it thoroughly, ma'am."
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Ijichi
You pause in the doorway. Kiyotaka is pacing the courtyard outside, phone balanced between shoulder and ear. He flips aggravatedly through the folder in his hands.
"Yes, yes, I understand - No - I will - Listen, please. Yes, company cars are expensive, I know better than anyone. However, forcing a trainee to shoulder the full burden of compensation just because he - "
He notices you, out of the corner of his eye. You wave to him and gesture to the files in your hand. He gives a harried nod before a frown marrs his brow.
"No, no, I don't think the fact that he saw a spirit and screamed like a little girl, as you put it, affects his level of accountability in any way. Our policy states that - "
In two quick paces, you reach him, snatching the phone out of his hand. Barking sharply at the person on the other end, you complete his statement.
"Our policy clearly indicates that trainees are exempt from damages incurred during any coursework. And that includes driving. Goodbye."
Ending the call, you huff out an annoyed breath before handing the phone gently back to him. He sighs and you see his glance hover sideways, alighting on the files you're holding. You dismiss his concerns with a wave of your hand.
"Oh, these can wait. Don't worry. How about we go in and have some coffee?"
"Actually ..."
"Yes?"
"I'dratherhaveahug."
"Pardon?"
"I'd ... rather have a hug."
"Oh!"
Your eyes widen slightly as you drop the files haphazardly on a nearby bench. Ijichi eyes them worriedly. 
"Wait, what if the wind - "
"Then we'll say Fushiguro's dogs ate them."
"Eh?"
You laugh at his bewildered expression before tugging lightly on his tie, drawing him close. A flush steals over his cheeks, as you lean in and brush your nose against his, fingers slipping from the tie to the surprisingly strong line of his shoulders.
"Here's the hug you ordered."
"W - Well, yes, but let's be - "
He cuts off as you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, one hand sliding stealthily under his coat to caress his back. You feel his Adam's apple bob as he returns the gesture, relaxing slightly into the embrace as his breathing evens out, stirring your hair slightly.
You both stay this way for some time, as the wind whistles in the corners between the statues all around you, mercifully leaving the files intact. You lean back and are about to release him when his hand clasps firmly on the small of your back, and he dips you, smiling as your delighted laugh echoes within the enclosed yard.
As he draws you back up into a brief kiss, you marvel at his sudden bravery. But then again, this is what you love most about Kiyotaka. As shy, anxious, stressed and fatigued as he is (mostly), there was a side to him that always warmed you pleasantly when your thoughts drifted to him.
He was the man who brought you regional treats from wherever his job happened to take him, who made sure that you were safe at all hours of the day, who would pursue you with an umbrella when you'd forgotten yours, who ensured that you'd eaten on time, even when he was swamped with work.
As you separate, you see that in spite of his daring, debeonair action, his ears have turned a startling shade of scarlet. You pinch one of them lightly and smirk.
"Looks like you've been eating spicy food again."
He clears his throat.
"The only spicy thing I've consumed is ... you."
Slapping a hand against your chest in feigned shock, you gasp theatrically.
"Why, Kiyotaka! How positively scandalous!"
A rare grin crosses his tired features.
"If you really want to see scandalous, you should have a look at Yaga's internet search history."
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smorpher · 8 months ago
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Yet another Gojo flashback!
This time with Ino, Shoko, and Ijichi.
You'd almost think Gege missed him
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cyberfanzz · 3 months ago
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Random Smaus with Underated Characters: Kiyotaka Ijichi!
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Basic Idea: This is a series where I make Smaus for underated characters from any fandom! (That I know of, of course lol). Todays character is, Kiyotaka Ijichi!
Character(s): Kiyotaka Ijichi x GN!Reader
A/N: The third one is a bit Spicy and the last one is more Angsty? 😭 My emotions are a rollercoaster. But I love my Kiyo and I’m glad he’s alive (FOR NOW 😱😱 (If he dies, I die)) so this is literally crack and a bit of angst lol
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justrustandstardust · 1 year ago
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“did you know nanami is younger than go—” boring. passé. lame. the real shocker is finding out that the youngest of them all is IJICHI
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runabout-river · 6 months ago
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Even more BTS stuff thanks to Lightning.
Translation bonus on Nobara "dying".
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tsukimefuku · 5 months ago
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THE FOODIES & GOODIES EVENT MASTERLIST — JUJUTSU KAISEN
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Bento Box Blunder (by @pmpmyread) Pairing/Characters: Kento Nanami x f!Reader Tags/cw: None, barring the gratuitous mentions of food. Summary: You’d always admired Kento Nanami from a distance, even harbouring a small crush on him, sentiments you’d only allowed yourself to indulge within the safe sanctuary of your discretion. Then one day, you stole his lunch.
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Tuna Mayo (by @redlikerozez) Pairing/characters: Inumaki Toge x gn!Reader Tags/cw: Canon typical descriptions of violence, dealing with loss of limb, probably inaccurate description of making rice balls. Summary: Inumaki Toge tries to make rice balls in the aftermath of Shibuya. Reader helps him out. Or an Inumaki Toge-centric fic about dealing with the events of Shibuya while also being absolutely whipped for GN!Reader.
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Get that bread, Sir (by @rahuratna) Characters: Nanami Kento. Ijichi Kiyotaka. Tags/cw: fluff, comedy. Summary: One assistant. One sandwich. One ruthless adversary in the quest for quality bread.
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Love you a latte (by @kentocalls) Pairing/characters: Fushiguro Toji x f!Reader Tags/cw: Fluff. Summary: Lazy mornings with Toji and a passion for coffee.
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Lollipop kiss (by @tsukimefuku) Pairing/characters: Kusakabe Atsuya x gn!Reader Tags/cw: comedy, fluff, this man is completely clueless but reader isn’t making things any easier. making out and happy ending. there is a bartender very invested in the drama. a little suggestive if you squint. Summary: your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.
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My Cinnamon Girl (by @actuallysaiyan) Pairing/characters: Nanami Kento x f!Reader Tags/cw: smoking, general fluff Summary: Kento is your regular customer and one night when he really needs you, he ends up finding you outside smoking and you offer him some pastries.
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Love you a waffle lot, you know? (by @senseifupa) Pairing/characters: Higuruma Hiromi x f!Reader Tags/cw: sfw with smoochin, fluff, established relationship, soft Hiromi. Summary: Hiromi and you share warm moments over waffles.
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My "Batter" Half (by @seireiteihellbutterfly) Pairing/characters: Nanami x f!Reader Tags/cw: saw, fluff, cuteness. Summary: You decide to make one of your favorite South Indian recipes while accompanied by Nanami.
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Good Enough to Eat (by @fattybattysblog) Pairing/characters: Mahito x Female Original Character Tags/cw: Smut, inappropriate use of food and cursed techniques, temperature play, Mahito is his own content warning. Summary: "Can't I just visit a friend?" he asked slyly. "We'd have to be friends first," she grumbled. Mahito's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that made Hairi's skin prickle. He sat upright and rested his arm on his knee. "Touché," he said, licking another drip of ice cream. "But, you know, we're not so different. We could be friends." Hairi raised an eyebrow. "Friends don't usually show up unannounced and uninvited." "Isn't spontaneity the spice of life?" he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Besides, I think we both know there's more between us than just animosity." She scoffed, taking a defiant bite of her own cone. "In your dreams." "Actually... in yours," he purred, his gaze lingering on her lips.
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Egg Fried Rice (by @tiny-wooden-robot-fics) Pairing/characters: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Tags/cw: Fluff, Mentions of food and alcohol, Flirting, Pre-established friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, There is some suggestiveness near the end, This is part of a series Summary: “I was,” she admits, “but I realized I didn’t feel like working out tonight and decided to make greasy food instead.” She raises an eyebrow, taking his spoon from him and helping herself to his bowl of fried rice. “And anyway, I’m allowed to eat and drink whatever I want, Suguru.” “The point of cooking enough for both of us is so we can each have our own… is it not?” He looks pointedly at the spoon in her hand.  “It tastes better when I take it from you,” she laughs. She holds a spoonful of rice up to his mouth. He hesitates only for a moment before letting her feed him.  “You’re definitely different,” he chuckles once he’s done chewing. He doesn’t realize he’s said the words aloud until she goes quiet, her brown eyes wide and staring. 
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koishiro · 7 months ago
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Heyyyy!❤️
Could youplease make a Kiyotaka Ijichi moodboard. I swear, I am so in love with this man it's not even funny :D
Thank you Love🫶
Dating Kiyotaka Ijichi <3
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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I can see where ur coming from, kinda want my own Ijichi 🙋🏻‍♀️🤓💕
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thee-horny-thicky · 7 months ago
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Which of yours fics are your fav? Because I can say with absolute certainty that FES is mine. Savior was okay. And confessions has a lot of potential. I need to read the one with Geto / reader visit Japan and link up with Gojo.
This is so hard to answer, because each fic I write holds a piece of my heart. However, after careful deliberation, I sorted through my 43 fics and selected those I'm fondest of, in no particular order. For anyone interested, I included the links, and their bio :)
The Exchange Student Series (Suguru/Reader. Incomplete)
Take the role of a foreign exchange student who had the misfortune of catching Geto Suguru's attention.
Honey, I'm Home! (Satoru/Reader. Will be expanded)
After being trapped in the prison realm for so long, Gojo is in dire need of release. What better way to do that than paying a visit to his favorite girl?
The Sacrifice (Sukuna/Reader. Will be Expanded)
After stealing, the village priests select you to be sacrificed to an elusive forest beast to avoid his wrath.
Surprise! (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete, but I may do another chapter)
Your boyfriend of a year decided a trip to Tokyo would be the perfect anniversary present. He missed his hometown, and you always wanted to visit. However, he failed to mention that the two of you would be staying with his stunning best friend. He also failed to mention that the two of them liked to share.
Hide & Go Get It (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete)
Satoru and Suguru show you how to play hide and go get it, taking your virginity in the process
Orange Juice and Milk (Francis Mosses/Reader. Incomplete)
You're a lonely housewife, neglected by your workaholic husband, and you're 90% sure he's cheating. As your frustration builds and you grow disillusioned with your marriage, you come up with a way for some relief; Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman.
Oh no, he's hot! (Nanami/Reader. Complete)
After Haruta Shigemo was killed, you should've been terrified of the blond giant who set his sights on you. But instead, all you could focus on was how hot he was.
Pretty Young Thing (Gojo/Nanami/Ijichi/Reader. Complete)
Gojo forces Nanami to go to a hostess club with him and quickly becomes captivated by a particularly pretty young thing. Unfortunately, Gojo also has his sights on her. Who will she choose? You decide!
Castaway (Gyutaro/Reader. Complete)
When you become stranded in the middle of the ocean, a merman by the name of Gyutaro takes a liking to you.
Shower Time Comfort (Shoko/Reader. Complete)
After Gojo is cut down, you and Shoko seek comfort within each other.
Mr. Steal Yo' Girl (Dark!Gojo/Reader. Complete)
After beating Sukuna into submission, Gojo decided to rub salt into the wound by claiming the ‘King of Curses’ woman.
Tattoos and Tenderness (Sukuna/Reader. Complete)
While taking you to Pound Town, Sukuna evaluates his feelings for you.
Bunnies and Vices (Bunny!Izuku/Reader. Incomplete)
When you stumble across an injured green rabbit, you just thought you had a little too much to drink and took it home with you. But when the rabbit remains green, you realize you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. And when the rabbit turned into a man, you knew that you were way in over your head.
But, hey, at least he’s cute.
A Little Demonstration (Lucifer Morningstar/Reader. Will be Expanded)
When you ask Lucifer how he exactly took both of Adam's wives, he decides to give you a little demonstration
Blood and Breeding (Doppelganger!Francis Mosses/Reader. Complete, but it may be expanded)
When a Francis appears covered in 'scarlet milk,' you're unsure if you should be scared or horny. He makes that choice for you.
Update Edging (Nanami/Reader. Complete)
While his computer updates, Nanami calls you into his office for a little fun.
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cmdrfupa · 1 month ago
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Scary Dog Privilege
Ijichi x Reader
a/n: IJICHI BABES, WE ARE HERE.
Your relationship with Ijichi made sense.
If awards for couples that made the most sense existed, you and Ijichi would win them all.
He was the greyhound to your cane corso. The Sphynx to your Siamese cat. Ijichi was your devoted lover and you were his world.
You just wanted him to see his own value in every situation. Remind him that he has a say so even if everyone else disregards it. And maybe your anniversary trip could help him.
The suitcase lay half-packed on the bed, its contents a colorful jumble of folded clothes and travel essentials on top of the surprise bikini dress you’d packed for the beach.
You hummed cheerfully to yourself, holding up a sun hat and tilting your head. “What do you think, baby? Too much for the beach, or just enough to keep the mysterious wife thing up?”
Across the room, Ijichi stood awkwardly by the doorway, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. His gaze darted to you, then away, his lips parting as if to speak before closing again.
“It’s perfect,” he mumbled, though the way his fingers fidgeted with his glasses said his mind was elsewhere.
You narrowed your eyes at him, setting the hat down. “Kiyotaka,” you said in a tone that made him stand a little straighter. “You’ve been pacing like a nervous puppy for the last ten minutes. What happened today? Did someone die, or worse, did they cancel our anniversary reservation?”
He flinched. “No, no! Nothing like that!”
“Then what?”
Ijichi hesitated, his cheeks flushing. “I... um... I’ve been assigned as the lead administrator for a mission next week.”
The cheerful hum of excitement that had been buzzing in your chest came to a screeching halt. Slowly, you slipped your slippers back on and walked over to him. “Next week? As in, the week of our trip?”
He nodded, his hands wringing. “I-I didn’t say no. They said they needed someone dependable, and I—”
“Didn’t push back,” you finished for him, your tone flat. You let out a long sigh, and wrapped your arms around his next. “Honey. Do I need to come to these meetings and say ‘no’ for you?”
His shoulders slumped, and he gave you a sheepish look. “I know I worked through my day off last time but I didn’t want to let anyone down…”
You crossed your arms, giving him the look only an understanding wife could give. “Kiyotaka, I get it. You’re kind and genuinely such a pleasant guy —two of the many reasons I love you. But you’re also allowed to have a life outside of work. It’s okay to tell people no. Even me.”
“I know,” he muttered, but the doubt in his voice was as clear as day.
“Hmm,” you said, rolling up your sleeves and taking a few paces back. “Let’s roleplay.”
“Huh?”
“I’m Principal Yaga, and you’re telling me you can’t take the mission. Go.”
His eyes widened. “What? I—”
“Go!” you barked, dropping into a gruff impression of Yaga. You stroked an imaginary goatee and squinted at him. “Goddamn man! Speak up! I don’t have all day! I’ve got sunglasses to buy and cute cursed dolls to make!”
Ijichi blinked at you, flustered. “Um… excuse me, sir, but I…”
You interrupted, shaking your head dramatically while speaking in a hushed tone. “No excuses, Ijichi. You’re too valuable!”
That finally got a laugh out of him, and you couldn’t help but smile. “See? Not so scary when it’s just me,” you teased. “Now try again. Confidently, this time.”
He took a deep breath, straightening his shoulders.
“Principal Yaga, I appreciate the trust you’ve placed in me, but I’ve already committed to important personal plans next week. I’ll need to decline this mission but maybe ask Akari and she how she feels about taking it on.”
You broke into a grin, clapping your hands. “There it is! That’s my guy! See? You can do it!”
Ijichi looked surprised by his own success, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. “You really think they’ll respect that?”
“Absolutely,” you said, stepping closer kissing his cheek then lips as he pulled you into a hug. “But if they don’t, just let me know. I’ll show up and demonstrate my cursed technique. Bet that’ll make them think twice.”
He chuckled, relaxing in your arms. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft with gratitude.
“Anytime,” you replied, squeezing him gently. “Now, let’s finish packing. You’ve got a mission to refuse and an anniversary trip to enjoy.”
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The sun was dipping low over the courtyard, warm orange hues painted themselves across the campus.
You were heading back from a training session with Nanami when you spotted Ijichi standing stiffly near the fountain. Across from him, Gojo Satoru leaned lazily against the edge, arms crossed and trademark grin plastered across his face.
“C’mon, Ijichi,” Gojo drawled. “You’re the only guy I can trust with this. It’s just a couple of reports, nothing too crazy. Besides, you know I’d do it myself if I weren’t so…” He gestured vaguely. “Busy.”
You could see the classic Ijichi’s polite smile from where you stood. It was the same tight-lipped expression he used when he wanted to refuse but couldn’t find the words.
“Ah, well, I suppose I could…” he started, trailing off as Gojo’s grin widened.
That was enough for you. Without thinking, you marched over, planting yourself between the two of them.
Gojo,” you almost barked, sharply, staring him down. “I think you can handle this one yourself. Ijichi has enough on his plate and he has to speak with Yaga.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh? Didn’t know the wife became the spokesperson! But come on, Ijichi’s the best man for the job! He loves this type of work!”
“Maybe,” you retorted, eyes squinting and arms crossed, “but even the best deserves a break. Right, Kiyotaka?”
Ijichi blinked, caught off guard. “I-I suppose…”
Gojo shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. You’re right. I’ll ask someone else.” With a cheeky grin, he sauntered off, calling over his shoulder, “But don’t think you’ve seen the last of me!”
You turned to Ijichi, a triumphant smile on your face. “There. Problem solved.”
But instead of looking relieved, he seemed troubled, his gaze fixed on the ground. “Thank you,” he muttered, barely audible.
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Later that evening back at home, dinner was quiet. Ijichi kept conversation short and even excused himself early to go to his study.
“Jichi? Honey?” You softly called out as you made your way down the hall, a cup of fresh tea in hand for him as you peered at his relaxed figure from the cracked door of his study. “Can I come in?”
He smiled and waved you in, “Come in. Just reading.” He slipped the bookmark in and sat the book down. “Is that tea for me?”
You nodded and the cup it down before leaning against his desk. “Fresh ginger tea. With a bit of mint from the garden.”
He smiled and took a sip, the warmth filling his chest as he sat it back down. “Thank you darling.”
Watching him intently, you gave a warm smile. “What’s on your mind?”
He hesitated, then sighed. “About earlier… with Gojo. I know you meant well, and I appreciate you stepping in, but…” He looked up at you, his expression pained. “I don’t want people to think I can’t fend for myself.”
You frowned, guilt tugging at your chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He saw you thumbing with the edge of his desk and stood up, bringing his hands to your waist. “I’m just really not a big fan of seeing people take advantage of you.”
“I know,” he said softly. “But sometimes I need to handle things on my own, even if I mess up sometimes.” His gentle disposition was the sweetest. A level headed man even when he was feeling bogged. “Gojo can be a lot and you were right, I didn’t have the capacity for the work he was trying to pass on to me. But I would’ve figured it out.”
You nodded, rubbing up and down his forearms as you looked to see his unperturbed face. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll let you decide when and if you need me to step in. But if it ever gets too much…”
“I’ll tell you,” he finished, offering a small smile. “I appreciate that you care so much for me. You are my life. And knowing I have you in my corner is enough to make me speak up more. So when I need you, I’ll tell you..”
“Deal?” you asked, holding out your pinky.
He chuckled, linking his pinky with yours. “Deal.”
A playful grin spread across your face. “But you’ve got to admit, I rattled Gojo pretty well.”
Ijichi laughed, his cheeks flushing. “You did. Honestly, I think he’s a little scared of you now.”
“As he should be,” you said proudly, resting your chin on his shoulder as he swayed you for a moment. “But don’t worry—I’ll save my scary side for when you really need it.”
He smiled against the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your crown. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d probably have a lot less drama in your life,” you teased, earning another laugh.
“You make things more lively. I’d be a lost man without it.”
The moment lingered, warm and sweet, the tension from earlier melting away. Ijichi knew you meant every word. Your devotion to him was truly a gift and you were always going to be the reason he felt like a winner.
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radish-breath · 2 months ago
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Who do you think picked up Yuuji's heart after that one time? Do you think Ijichi did it, or do you think Megumi wouldn't let him and insisted he do it himself
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haruchi-slit · 9 months ago
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JJK CHARACTERS ASKING YOU:
"CAN YOU REMOVE YOUR THIRST TRAP ON YOUR TWITTER?" PT.2
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characters: Shoko, Choso,Nanami and Kiyotaka
warnings: definitely not for minors! use of profanities and nsfw jokes!
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mayskalih · 1 year ago
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Curse?
Summary:They have to babysit a curse
Type:Jjk: Gojo + Curse!Reader: Nanami + Curse!Reader: Ijichi + Curse!Reader: Shoko + Curse!Reader
Version:Jjk
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Nanami
Was pissed when Gojo have him another responsibility
He really didn't care for you, not even if your cute
Your a curse, it's his job to kill you, yet he's babysitting
Especially annoyed if you bother him while he works
He'd definitely sit you outside in the balcony as a punishment
It'd take quite some time to get use to you
He sometimes sees you as a small gojo
Definitely believes Gojo influenced you before giving you to him
Gojo
He wasn't even assigned to watch it
No one was
He just found you on a mission and took you home saying how he needed a pet
Treats you like a kitten and feeds you random stuff(mostly sugary food)
He'll carry you around by your legs if you are a nuisance in public, or in his purse
Spoils you
He'd be like those one moms that put dogs in their purses, expect he's not a mom, and your not a dog
Doesn't care what the higher ups say, he's keeping you
Ijichi
Actually confused
He's not even a sorcerer, and he's watching after you
Everywhere he goes, you go, you instantly get shotgun too
He enjoys the company, but is alittle wary of you
Since he's not a sorcerer he doesn't sleep around you, he puts you in a difficult room
Refuses to get a cage for you, even if the sorcerer suggest it
Experiments with foods, he'll try dog and cat and human foods to see what you like most
When he realizes your not a harm he'll take naps with you
Shoko
Like Ijichi, she's confused why she has to watch you
She isn't necessarily motherly, but does treat you like a child
Her motherly side comes out when your being a nuisance in public
Sometimes she'll try some stuff with you, like different bandaging styles and stuff
Nothing to hurt you, she doesn't see you as a lab experiment, just trys out new things
Gives you human food
She isn't bothered by you, especially since she's friends with Gojo
She definitely let's you sleep in her bed
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[A/N:Yuji was gonna be in this buttt I couldn't think of anything. I hope you enjoyed]
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