#jjk playlist collab

[yazzydream]

Gonna be here for a while so, right off the bat for any Jujutsu Kaisen viewers:

I tag #jjk spoilers for the sake of anime-onlys. That tag refers to content that could spoil things that have only happened in the manga so far.

I tag #jjk season 2 for official stuff related to season 2 of the anime.

I also tag #jjk manga for just general jjk manga edits, manga caps, etc. Lots of overlap with #jjk spoilers, obviously, but not only.

That's the important stuff for now. Will update if I think of anything else.

Oh right, there's the general #my jjk for anything about jjk I post about, including thoughts, gifs, caps, news, whatever.

I also try to tag ships in general. That goes for all my fandom reblogs/stuff so people can avoid them. Though, I don't always remember, feel free to dm me if you want me to tag something.

JJK Meta/rambling thoughts/theories

Gojo is a pretty boy, and I'm ok with that

Summarizing Domains

The Six Eyes (I have a better understanding of JJK now, so forgive any inaccuracies from baby Yazzy. 🐣)

Questions I'd like answered in JJK

Season 2 Episode Predictions

JJK Character Popularity Polls (thoughts)

Yuji as a protagonist

Women in JJK (I go off a little in the tags)

Prison Realm thoughts

How JJK will end *SPOILERS FOR ALL*

Character playlists

Mamaguro was a Zen'in

Jujutsu Kaisen Timeline (thoughts)

Three Great Families sigals/mon

Tankobon vol. 24-26 | 27 | 28-29

Speculating What the 16-Registered Special Grade Curses Are

Gojo's Past arc I'm excited to seeing animated

Shibuya Incident arc I'm excited to seeing animated: Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

Popularity of the Culling Game arc characters

Toji Fushiguro is the key to saving the human race

Phantom Parade extra lore + trivia | Nanami

Snow camellias on the cover of vol. 26

Season 3 adaptation guess

Culling Game arc I'm excited to see animated

JJK Translations

2021 Valentine's Results Announcement

Yuichi Nakamura (Satoru Gojo) interview

Aya Endo (Shoko Ieiri) interview

My students are watching

Geto's Massacre Incident Report

LINE stickers (manga ver.)

LINE stickers Demaecan collab

LINE stickers [animated] Irasutoya collab

"SPECIALZ" OP4 lyrics translation

See #my translations to see all my translations, including the dialogue I've gif-ed.

Extra information/lists

Season 1 References

All the times characters in JJK have lost a hand or arm

Identifying everything on the "SPECIALZ" album cover

Similar names

Characters with siblings

Identifying the Higher-ups

Gege's style of casually dropping terms, phrases, info that becomes important/prominent later: A small collection

JJK comic extras not reprinted in tankobon

Gojo movie 0, season 1, season 2 character designs

"more than words" ED4 real-life Shibuya locations

Gojo appearances post-sealing

Phantom Parade extra trivia

[anikasenkujo]

Let’s Celebrate Love: a Valentine’s Day Collab

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." —Lao Tzu.

As February not only marks as the month of love (with Valentine’s Day), but also, according to fanon, the birthday month for Jotaro, and as a personal milestone, it’s been a year since I created Anika (her birthday is in December, same as mine) and a year since I selfshipped with Jotaro, I decided to create this Valentine’s Day collab dedicated to only oc x canon shippers and selfshippers for fandoms. Here are the details:

A collab for self-shippers, self-insert x canon and oc x canon shippers, so feel free to be as self-indulgent as you want. <3

I also accept polyamorous relationships and love triangles if you wanted to include them ^_^

As it is a NSFW collab, all genres are allowed, INCLUDING dark content. That being said, minors, ageless blogs, blank blogs, b0ts, and pro-shippers, please DNI with this collab.

Fandoms: Mainly JJBA (since this is predominantly a JJBA OC and selfshipping blog), but I do extend this to all fandoms.

For this, it’s preferable to follow my main and/or nsfw blogs (@jotatetsuken & @musings-and-moans , i am on a mini hiatus there rn, but i may be active here) and if you're especially of the jjba fandom, it's preferable to also follow me on this blog (@/anikasenkujo) for oc x canon and selfshipping content. I’d also appreciate it if you don’t unfollow me after you’ve posted <3

You can club your entry for this collab with other collabs as well provided the other party agrees.

How many times can you enter? As many as you want, but, one oc x canon piece and one selfship piece for the fandoms you will be writing.

For example: I am allowed to only write once for Jotaro x Shyna (selfship) and for Jotaro x Anika (oc x canon), once for Nanami x Shyna (selfship) and once for Nanami x Akane (my JJK OC), etc

If you do have multiple OCs for the same fandom, I shall get back to you on that soon ✨

Writing and drawing in all forms are allowed (drabbles, fics, oneshots, headcanons, moodboards, sketches, linearts, etc). Even playlists as well. <3

No limit to word count, however, please do include a read more if your fic is 500+ words to avoid clogging the dashboard.

Soft Deadline: 28th February, 2023 (Ideal to post on or before Valentine's Day, but if you're unable to post by then, it's not an issue, but just let me know please)

Please do rb this post so that many people would know, and once when you’ve posted for the collab, please tag @/anikasenkujo and use this tag: 🌹celebrate love collab

How to Join:

-> Please send me your requests to join the collab through asks (to @/anikasenkujo) and not private DMs.

-> Please do specify if it’s a write-up (with the type of write up: fic/drabble/hcs), artwork, or even moodboards.

-> Please be especially respectful in your asks.

-> I will also allow changes if necessary (change of character, type of ship, dropping from the collab). So, you can send me an ask or DM me (only if we’re moots) if you want to drop out or change anything in your collab entry.

-> Do specify if it will be a sfw, nsfw, angst or dc, or a combo (it can be nsfw and dc or sfw and angst, etc)

Format: I would like to join the Valentine's Day collab, by writing a nsfw drabble and moodboard for Jotaro Kujo x Anika Sen (Jojo OC)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Jotaro Kujo x Anika Sen (Jojo OC) (NSFW Drabble + Moodboard) - @/anikasenkujo LavBruAbba (Lavanda Di Costa (Jojo OC) x Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio) - @spicyrequiem (NSFW Oneshot) Jotaro Kujo x Ziza Kahn (Jojo S/I) x Noriaki Kakyoin (Polyship) - @tangytiramisu (SFW art) Jotaro x Madison (Jojo OC) x Kakyoin (Polyship) (SFW Art) - @aeons-domain Melone x Avelino (Jojo OC) x Pesci (Polyship) (SFW fic) - @angelminci

Prosciutto x Reader (NSFW fic) - @jellyluchi

Black Clover

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Solara Equinox (Black Clover OC) (SFW Art + Fic) - @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Tagging:

@jellyluchi @mapesandoval @magthemage @theschneckenhouse @spookysinner45 @widdlepeets @flowers-n-felines @shaylistic @weeb-coffee @amberswords @bowcherry @aeons-domain @abellaheart-blog @mrsgiovanna @ofallthingswhythis @whinestonecowgirl @wakatshi @i4sgwr

@nyaaaaanma @blueparadis @romiyaro @kagejima @ceo-of-daichi @zorotits @sennsational @cherrykamado @alterbubs @sookisaurus @suguruenjoyer @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

why are jjks so annoying 😭 have you seen his shady fanbases constantly misrepresenting records in order to gloat? like jk is working on his album and he has a JB collab coming this year which will get more promo than any of the other members' solos so far have gotten combined. all they have to do is wait but instead they're projecting their anger onto jimin. it also seems like they're not nearly as bad with tae because they don't see him as a threat as much. i wonder how much that will change if tae's album does well

Girllll they're literally bored out of their minds. The obsession is real.

When Jimin was inactive, pjms left social media.

When Jungkook is inactive, what do jjks do? Stan Jimin. They keep up with Jimin's schedules, and pjms, and his records and streams. They're chronically online anyways and since they can't talk about JK, they talk about Jimin because what else are they going to do? Grab a book? Not an option for them.

It wouldn't be so annoying if it wasn't for the lying and the hypocrisy. ALL THEY DO IS LIE and pretend some things never happened. I'd understand the frustration or anger if it was justified, if Jimin really deserved what they say about him. But he does not.

BangPD could post a photo having a candlelit dinner with JK in formal clothing and they would still be sexually harrassing Jimin over things Jungkook does you can't make this up.

May 29th: left and right only kpop soloist song to something something

May 30th: left and right is a COLLAB

May 31st: left and right only kpop soloist song to something something

They also keep talking about "organic" and "gp" as if the playlists they've been leaving under armys tweets were invisible... like girl. We can see them. And suspiciously for a song that, according to them, is attracting "new fans" and is being "carried" by locals, Jungkook's monthly listeners are going down. Because it's literally army streaming left and right. Half of the streams come from Thailand, Vietnam and such. Countries that we've seen pull huge numbers for every BTS song.

The way they lie about everything and conveniently change the story and change "records" only so they can brag about achievements that frankly aren't even Jungkook's entirely.

They don't care about Taehyung because no, they don't see him as a threat but also because most jjks are taekookers.

They keep imposing on Jimin narratives that are actually Jungkook's truth, like being favored by the company for no particular reason only so they can make sexual insults towards Jimin and undermine his success but in their private groups and circles they actually BRAG about Jungkook being close with scooter and BangPd. It was literally jjks who started calling him "nepokook". And they meant it and love it. On public they'll act like he's an indie struggling artist only so they can make awful comments and lie about Jimin.

They are the most disgusting, disturbing people ever. I'm so serious.

[yuzuyoon]

did you saw the rumor going around about jk’s new song (collab💀) and seems to be for latto’s new album, istg if the song comes in this month…… gosh i can already see how crazy the tl will be and how insufferable will jjks and armys be, bc they will do anything to make that song reach every goal from who 😒😒 i really hope yall streaming as hard as possible and helping reach more listeners bc this is jimin’s year idc what hybe’s plans are

this is the first im hearing about this rumor. tbh i dont really care. i still havent listened to seven and its been well over a year. i really just dont vibe with bts' western collabs, bar a few standouts, and i really am just so sick of jungkook having western collab after western collab. if i wanted to listen to pop, i'd go put on my pop playlist.

the day jungkook returns to writing his own music in korean and releasing music like still with you once more is the day i start actually listening to his music properly again

i really do encourage everyone to stream, no matter what country you're from. it can be as easy as just letting a playlist run for a few hours and then switching to a new one. even low effort streaming like that is appreciated a ton. let's let jimin keep his achievements !!

(i dont think this new collab will take a bunch of jimin's achievments any way. if it's a b-side for latto's album, it's not going to get the promo that seven and golden got (hopefully 💀) and jimin's fanbase has grown exponentially since face. besides, if this song does end up stealing jimin's records, its just gonna make our fanbase grow even more, just like seven did. it's a butterfly effect that ends up supporting jimin in the song run)

[hie-iss]

Are You Sure is coming!!!🥳

In a couple hours we will be able to watch the first episode of the series Jimin and Jungkook worked hard on and decided to share with us.

I am exited to have content from them in the form of a show. We have been blessed with the release of MUSE but seing Jimin and jungkook worry free and enjoying themselves will be the cherry on top of the cake 🤗

Now whether you are a shipper or not. Whether you think these two are dating or not what cannot be denied is that they have a very strong friendship and understand each other. Hence for the sake of that bond and friendship I ask that you enjoy the show and that you remain curteous.

If you are among those who don't like them interacting together or them as a duo (I am looking at you jjks and fellow pjms) too bad for you, cause these two love to handout together and decided to do so for 8 episodes worth of content. So suck it up and put your rage and anger into streaming their music 😁 ( at least that way you would be productive)

To jikook accounts here. I am tired of you giving space to people who keep questioning jm and jk's bond under the pretext of answering questions sent to you. I am tired of scrolling through the jikook tag or visiting my favorite blogs only to see a long list of negativity.

You don't have to answer all asks sent to you. And I beg of you that with the premier of AYS tonight you will learn to just delete those asks and spare us the headache of reading them. We only want to celebrate jm and jk during AYS.

Anyway I am seated😁

And please do not forget to run your Playlists for MUSE and keep the effort of buying. We only have 1 day left for week 3 tracking to end. Also go vote for JK under the Best collab and Best kpop categories on VMA

Go and buy all digital remixes versions of WHO

Use the following link to vote for JK

Let's do our best for both while we enjoy the gift that jikook were so kind to gift us 😊

[aztecbrujeria]

Hip to be Scared: Sukuna x F! Reader

I wrote this drabble for Mi Rey! This piece was fun and Dark to go with the song that I chose for Sukuna in the JJK Playlist Collab @satosuguslut. Find the Playlist here!

I chose the song "Hip to be Scared - Ice Nine Kills ft. Jacob Shaddix" . I will add the link at the end!!

WC: 1.3k

NSFW TW/CW: Violence, Blood play, Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Marking, Scratching, Themes of Horror, Murder, ...WARNING DC CONTENT/THEMES.

Your victim sat in the lone chair in the middle of the shrine, the sounds of the dragging bat echoed behind you dancing off of the domain walls, you could hear the whimpering and pathetic cries. You belonged here, in the darkness stalking your prey like a hungry lioness, you let out a maniacal giggle as your feet continued to wade in the pool of cursed energy that rippled toward the pathetic mortal. Your giggling made your victim begin to scream, “Oh, music to my ears...With my beauty routines and a fridge full of spleens...to hell with good intentions, to hell is where I go...the Devil makes exceptions…''

Continuing to sing as you finally came upon your victim you stopped right in front of them and placed your bare foot in between his legs and kicked causing him to scream as he fell back into the pool of darkness. Walking around his restrained body you giggled again before crouching down as you moved the bat to rest upon your shoulder. “Oh, I’m so sorry...I must remember my manners...where were we?” You brought your clawed fingers and caressed the screaming man’s face until you ran fingers through his hair before fisting it and pulling back hard enough to look at his horror stricken face.

“AHHHH!!! P-PLEASE!!! L-LET ME GO!!” Your eyes rolled back into your skull causing you to moan at the pitiful pleas the man was giving; your cunt began to throb at the fear you could smell from him. The fangs within your mouth begin to ache with the need to rip his throat out and make him suffer. Before you could give into your cursed desires you heard him call out for you causing you to smile down at your victim. “Ahhh...Daddy’s home, he’s going to be hungry too.” You stood and turned towards the pile of bones where he appeared in front of his empty throne.

“Hi, Mi Rey, I’ve missed you so. I’ve got dinner and a show, Daddy.” He started to chuckle, the deep baritone washes over your senses making your flesh breakout in goosebumps. “My little curse you always know what I want before I do.” He sat on his throne motioning for you to continue your activity, “Show me, my little psycho…gambere, gambere.” You turned your attention back to your victim below and let the bat swing down by your side.

“You know I usually would have killed vermin like you, but I want to play with you first.” Taking the end of your bat and placing it on the victim's chest, he began to scream louder. You laughed at him, Sukuna joining in as he watched how his little psycho was enjoying themselves. “Oh my a-a...are you pissing yourself, already?” You took the bat into both hands and lifted it, you began to hum your song again just walking around your victim; toying with his sanity.

“You really should have thought twice before you decided to do what you did to that woman. You see, I’m usually very naughty, but today you decided to be worse than any curse or demon.” The grip on the end of the bat tightened in your clawed hands as you smiled as wide as your lips would let it reach, fangs dripping with venom, “I guess today you’ll learn never to touch a woman if she doesn’t want it.” You swung down towards the man’s crotch feeling the impact reverberate up through your arms.

A few moments of silence held before a blood-curdling scream filled Sukuna’s malevolent domain, infinitely echoing like a grand opus, “AHHHHHH!!!!!! Scream all you want, you loathsome thing...But the devil makes exceptions for all…” You lifted the bat some more and continued to swing atop the victim’s body, the crunch of bones and the sounds of the squelch from exposed tissue made your pussy ache. You didn’t know how long you spent beating the victim to a pulp, the glee in your eyes lighting up your features, it was strong calloused hands that wrapped around your waist that brought you back down.

Sukuna watched you from his throne, his dicks becoming rock hard as he watched you toy with your kill, he smiled wide and felt arousal poison his blood stream making it hum in his ears like a rumbling freight train. With every point of contact and the ringing from your metal bat he moved back into the throne and spread his legs to palm his erection more. In over 1000 years he’d never found someone as depraved and blood thirsty as he was, you were his equal if not more frightening than himself at times. He groaned watching the flex of your muscles, the psychotic laughter spilling from your thick lips, and the haunting melody that flowed from your vocal chords like a siren's deadly aria.

He stood and made his way towards you from his throne, drinking in the way fresh blood poured down your body in streams, his cocks ached beneath his robe wetting the fabric with his arousal. He reached you and wrapped his monstrous hands around your waist bringing you into his expansive body. “My little curse…” He pressed kisses at the nape of your neck, growling into you as he towered over you, you giggled and turned wanting a kiss. Taking your thick lips, tasting the copper from the blood, he moaned and reached to pull open the kimono you wore.

Freeing your heaving breasts you reached up to his hair and entwined your own clawed hand into his tresses fisting them to earn a hiss of pain. The feel of his heavy tongue traced your lips before it entered your mouth to dance with your own hungry pink muscle. You could feel your slick arousal drip down your legs from the hot juncture of your thighs, you began to whimper with wanting him to touch you, “M-MOOORREEE!” You growled into his lips and felt him smile as he spun you to face your victim who was still screaming below.

The victim’s tears spurred on your searing arousal as you ground your voluptuous ass against his cursed dicks. You felt the use of his hands turning to mouths as he traced hot wet strips from your navel up to encircle your throat. You hear him groan as two more powerfully thick arms appeared to mark your flesh as his clawed fingers traced his curse marks upon your greatest organ. You heard his maniacal chuckle as he began to choke you.

Like Hell’s fiery pits, you began to vibrate at the feel of strong digits pressing against your carotid, “Y-YEESSS…” With all hands busy teasing and scratching your flesh, small blossoms of your own blood began to decorate your skin, “My, my, my aren’t you such the perfect little psycho. Getting off with your half dead prey watching...what did I do to deserve you, Mi Reina?” He growled and had his teeth nip against your throat before he smiled wide and bit down upon your pulsing artery. You screamed in pleasure as a set of hands found your messy cunt and spread your folds.

There screaming his name in pleasure you looked down with husky eyes to your victim and smiled down, “F-fuck me over the corpse, mi amado.” You felt Sukuna’s drool mix with your blood as it began to coat your shoulder while he sunk a thick finger into the depths of your fluttering walls while the feel of a tongue played with your throbbing clit.

Raising on your tips toes, the sound of guttural moans left your wounded throat, while the slowly dying victim watched the king of curses finger fuck you while his life slipped away. The horrors of your psychotic and villainous affair would be the last thing he saw as the King of Curses joined in your madness; singing your song of insanity to echo from the walls.

[ofherlionheart]

if you aren’t listening to ALI (esp feat kazuo) what are you doing

[touyaz]

let us love each other until the end.

pairing inumaki toge x gn reader

word count 11,219

notes for @kodzucafe’s ‘a safe place’ collab. this is incredibly late, but thank you so very much for letting me join! read the other entries +here :) i made a little spotify playlist for this fic, so if you’d like some background music, click +here! @bunnys-babies​ @cursedarchiveblog @http-404-error-unknown

TAGS JJK SPOILERS! (this is my own spin on what happens to inumaki after shibuya arc, but there are major spoilers with regards to that arc, inumaki, and events that happen after that arc), non-sexual nudity, aged-up characters (it’s entirely sfw, but i have specified that the characters are graduates, so they’re 21+ in my mind), (emotional) hurt/comfort, angst that is resolved, codependency because they are both Going Through It (reader has a raging saviour and inferiority complex. inumaki is a mess because of spoiler reasons) but they heal! somewhat! friends to lovers.

minors (under 18), ageless, and blank blogs are fine to interact with this fic, but please don’t follow me or you will be blocked.

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Morning arrives softly with the first rays of sunlight spilling through open curtains, soaking your room in its honeyed warmth. Everything in its reach — yesterday’s clothes sprawled across the tv stand, the half-empty bottles atop them, the man lying just a side table’s width away from you — is swathed in its Midas touch, drowsing in gold, waiting patiently for a kinder hand to break the spell.

A breeze drifts through the window as you rub your eyes awake. It's a tad too mean for the moment, softened by the chirpy trills that accompany it, the faint beat of wings as birds soar past. You see Inumaki scratch his cheek before turning around, nestling further beneath his blanket.

A few more minutes of rest won’t hurt him, you decide, walking to the bathroom rather than to his side.

There’s only one more roll of toilet paper left and his mouthwash has just a few drops in it. You add both to this week’s shopping list as you brush your teeth, grimacing at the dark circles beneath your eyes. The water is too cold on your face, but it serves as a decent wake-up call, taking the last few dredges of sleep down the drain with it. Before you leave, you pop open the toothpaste, squeeze a dollop onto Inumaki's brush, and leave it to balance on the brush holder like you always do. By the time you return, he's turned around again and a pout curls at his lips.

“Hey, are you awake?” you ask, gently shaking him by his shoulder. There’s a smear of drool sticking to the lines around his lip that you bite a smile back at, wiping away with the sleeve of your top.

He groans, sinking his head into his pillow and brushing away your hand.

“Come on,” you whine, sneaking your hand under his arm to graze his side. He shifts under your touch, grumbling a complaint, but he doesn’t move until you start tickling him awake. You’re stunned silent when his laughter rings out and, though it’s brief to you, it’s long enough in his mind, for his lips to curl grimly — too far downwards, compensation for indulging in happiness.

(You wish he would stop doing that. You wish he would let himself have a moment — take a moment — to embrace the small joys in life.)

"We need to go out today." He shakes his head, just as he did last week, and the week before that, and the week before that. "We're gonna run out of toilet roll otherwise."

You narrowly catch his voice as he lies on his stomach instead, what you're sure is a complaint muffled against white linen.

(His laughter plays in your mind some more. You take what you can. He hasn’t been very giving, but it's understandable; life hasn't been very generous, either. It's taken one too many pieces this time.)

With a gentle pat to his shoulder, you move away. Yesterday's clothes are picked up and folded away, then you busy yourself with taking out new ones to change into. He's quicker today by a whole fourteen seconds. Just like last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, Inumaki pushes himself up, sends you a sleepy glare, and stumbles over to the bathroom.

The toilet flushes a minute later, the tap runs for the briefest moment, and then he's outside again less than ten seconds later. You know he's going to play with the spring door stop before the metallic ring even echoes. Just like last week, and the week before that, and the week before that.

Today's outfit is plain and simple much like all the other clothes in your wardrobe. And the tune of today is—

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?" The harsh sound ripples into nothing as he stops, and he hums around the toothbrush to confirm your guess just as you pull your trousers up. "I'm getting better at this."

He says nothing in reply, but you hear his padded steps as he walks back into the bathroom. The sounds of him spitting toothpaste out and the water running follow before the bathroom door closes and he waits by the exit to your little makeshift sanctuary.

"Kelp?"

"One sec, almost—" you grapple with the collar of your top before you manage to poke your head through and pull the hem down neatly "—done!"

He walks over and settles onto your bed just as you fold away your night clothes and hold out what you'd picked for him.

"Is this okay?"

You don't really know why you still ask considering his answer has never changed. Just like last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, he shrugs his shoulders and shimmies the collar up to just below his eye level. You help him the rest of the way, easing his arms through the sleeves before pulling the top up and off of him. You help him put a fresh shirt on then take a step back, giving him space to stand and push the hem of his night shorts down.

He leans on you with one hand, but he never looks at you when he does. It hurts more than you'd like to admit, but you try to understand.

It's infinitely more painful for him.

(Knowing that truth and coming to terms with it are two different steps. You're helping him when you could easily leave him behind, but you're selfish. You think your armour could be whiter if he only let you polish it a little. He deserves someone with more altruistic intentions, someone like—)

Your hands rest on his ribcage and if he's ever been irked by how tightly you hold him, he's kept it to himself well. You just want him to know you'll always be there for him. Through thick and thin, you'll be his safety net even if it comes at the cost of your own downfall.

He kicks away the shorts and, when he's ready, he squeezes your shoulder gently. You ease your hands off of him, nervous like he might topple over if you move too fast, but he doesn't. He hasn't in a while, but you can never be too careful. He's gotten better at holding himself steady but he still trembles when he walks back. He still holds his arm out as if you won't be there to catch him if he falls.

Sitting on the bed once more, it's easier for him to lift his feet up and slide them into the legs of the joggers. The motions repeat as he leans on you, faces away, and loses himself in his own mind. There isn't much else you can do besides pull the pants up and let him know you're done.

Plain black socks are next. Then he slips into his shoes as you grab his jacket. He likes putting that on himself, so you search for his mask (under the pillow like it always is) instead. When he's finally ready — jacket zipped, hood up, mask on — he waits by the door as you grab your own jacket and wallet to take your leave.

The lift is slow to come up and even slower in taking you both down. Inumaki doesn't say much as he leans against the back panels, so you don't either until you reach the hostel's exit.

"It's cold," you grumble as soon as you step out. Rubbing your hands together does little to keep them warm, but you keep them clenched by your side. Inumaki nods to your statement, stepping away to let some people into the building before coming to your side.

There's a convenience store right next to your temporary home that you visit first. It's fairly empty given the early hour, just the harsh crackle of a news report being told over the radio that fills the silence. Something about a build-up of traffic because of roadworks — you figure if it was anything critical, the shopkeeper wouldn't be calmly tending to the displays at the front till. He greets you quietly as you enter and you reply, heading to the back of the store for the chilled food. He never says what's on his mind, but his eyes do wander between the two of you too often for you to miss. You wonder if he’ll ever voice his thoughts, or if you'll be long gone before he finds the courage. It's nice that he doesn't ask, though. You think Inumaki appreciates the quietude; it lets him stew in denial for a little while longer.

"I'll have the lemon one," you say to Inumaki as you pass by him. He's scanning the other drinks, picking a pink one up to read the ingredients before he puts it back and continues debating.

You stop by the packaged meals instead and choose something that has a little bit of everything in it. There's a heaping of plain rice and vegetables that look a little stale, but are otherwise fine. Colourful, if not tasty, so you're thankful it’s at least appealing at first glance. There's a triangle packet of onigiri just below and — if you'd calculated this month's expenditure correctly last night — you have a bit of money to splurge on one for Inumaki today. He could use a pick-me-up every once in a while. You grab two packets. 

"Is this okay?" you ask him, showing him the meal you've bought and he nods, holding up your own bottle for confirmation too. "Alright, good, let's go."

With the food all paid for, you head back into the hostel to eat. It's quiet downstairs with the outside hustle and bustle muffled behind the closed door. There's a mother and her child eating in one corner, an old man reading the newspaper in another, and the kid waves at you when you walk past them to a free table.

Sometimes you think about how you could get used to this. The man sighs as he flips the page and then sips from the glass beside him. The child sticks his tongue out at you and his mother scolds him quietly when milk dribbles down his chin. You could get used to opening the boxed meal for him as he puts his bottle between his thighs to twist the lid off by himself. It feels normal — or, what normal should feel like since it's nothing like your old norm. It feels safe, maybe a little boring, but a life where traffic is the most of your problems isn't the worst imaginable one.

Inumaki pulls down his mask to eat, and you're reminded of why this normalcy is short-lived. 

+

Unknown: How are you?

Me: we’re good! need to go to the store for some things. how are you? 

Unknown: I’m fine. What do you need? I can get it for you.

Me: ah, don’t worry! we can manage! thank you though

Unknown: Okay. Please let me know if you need anything.

Me: will do :)

+

The journey to the closest supermarket is longer than you’d like but it’s easy; there aren’t huge crowds that you could get lost in, no cyclists that prefer back-alleys to the convenience of main roads. You talk with Inumaki a bit, asking him if he dreamt of anything last night (he hadn’t), if he wants to buy anything that you haven’t thought of already (he doesn’t), if there are any new shows out that he wants to watch (there aren’t).

The rest of the walk is quiet after that.

(You wish he’d speak to you like he did before. You’re trying. You’re trying your best. Can’t he see that? You know he has it bad — it’s hard to miss, it’s even harder to forget because it’s the reason you’re miles away from the only family you’ve ever known, it’s the reason you get texts from a man you’ve never met every single day, and the reason you spend your nights sneaking out for money instead of sleeping. You know that he does, but what more can you do, and why won’t he tell you? You’re trying, so why won’t he?

You don’t know how to help him any more than you already are. Maybe if you were someone else, like Panda or Okkotsu or even Maki — they’d know what to do. They would know exactly how to help Inumaki recover and heal, but they’re not here. It’s just you and him and your ‘mind the step’ before you enter the market. You hope it’s enough.

You hope you’re enough, but he won’t ever say.)

You push the shopping cart around and he sticks to your side, holding onto the handrail for balance. The time spent here is shorter than the journey is worth, but you’re in no place to make changes to the routine. You pick up the toiletries first, his mouthwash, toilet roll, a refill on shampoo, before going down the store aisle by aisle.

A sale in protein bars catches your eyes, and you take up more time deciding whether you’re in the mood for chocolate or red berry than you should have. Red berry, you settle on, just as you hear someone fall to the ground, the sound of a trolley rolling and a box clattering follow. Your heart drops to your feet as you turn, and you’re rushing to Inumaki before your feet can even catch up.

There’s a woman in the aisle a little further down and she rushes forward at the commotion too, stopping next to her daughter. You’re helping Inumaki up when she asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, my friend just— slipped?” Inumaki nods, brows furrowed, staring resolutely at the ground. He brushes off your arms once he’s up, walking to the trolley by himself. “We’re okay, thank you.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, picking up her child and rocking her slightly. Her eyes follow Inumaki as he walks away, and the moment her eyes wander down, she tenses. “Oh, is he— um, sorry, he’s, uh—”

“He’s fine,” you cut her off. “Thanks again.” 

She nods, not knowing what else to say, and you turn around to join Inumaki.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He shakes his head, about to push the trolley forward when you hold onto it so it doesn’t budge. “Come on, can you just— can you not be difficult about this for once?”

He turns his face away when you try to look at him. A frown lines his face as he resolutely avoids you.

“Seriously, Inumaki? You know I’m just trying to help you, but I can’t do that if you’re gonna be childish and ignore me.”

You wait a moment, but his eyes are glued to the price tags on some boxes. If you could see it, you’d guess he’s clenching his jaw. Any other day and you might have reminded him that that’s bad for his teeth. Today, though, you’re tired. Your heart is sinking and your shoulders are aching and you know you aren’t built to carry these responsibilities — not alone, at least — but here you are, with no idea of how long you need to stay strong for, no idea as to what will happen when your body finally gives up.

“Fine,” you sigh. “God. I’m sorry I can’t fix this— I can’t change any of this shit, but I’m trying my best, you know? I’m trying for you, but you just— you keep—” A strangled huff leaves you before you shake your head. “Whatever. Ignore me. I don’t care, I just— I can’t do this anymore.”

You hate how your voice cracks near the end. You hate that you can feel tears burning at your lash line. You hate how he only looks your way when you’re turning away from him.

You pick up the Red Berry protein box that fell in your earlier haste. You put the chocolate box in your trolley, instead, and drag it with you to the self-checkout area. You pay, you leave, you walk home in complete silence.

(Unlike last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, you don’t ask Inumaki if he wants to hold one of the bags.

What’s one more weight when you’re already under?)

+

When you reach the hostel, the bags are dropped onto the tv stand with little care. You fall flat on your bed, barely listening as Inumaki pads over to his own side. You hear the squeak of his bed frame as he sits down and clears his throat.

All that talking must have gotten to him, you think bitterly.

He coughs after a moment, too.

(Maybe you should have picked up medicine, or at least some soothing sweets. The weather has been awful lately.)

“Salmon cod roe?”

Oh. He was trying to get your attention. 

(Maybe he should have asked for them.)

You turn onto your side, back towards him. He doesn’t try again after that.

+

Unknown: Do you need dinner?

Me: no, we’re good!

Unknown: Okay. Sleep well.

Me: you too!

+

Your neck is stiff when you wake up the next day. Rubbing over the crick brings both pain and relief; you’re not sure which feeling you deserve. Inumaki looks like he’s still asleep, so you trudge over to the tv stand as quietly as you can. Your hands are slow in going through the bag, making as little noise as possible if only to have some time to yourself, so you can pretend you’re alone in the room, and that’s your mouthwash, not his, because there’s no one but you here. Bed sheets ruffle as he turns over and your bubble bursts.

You store away the dry snacks in the cupboard before carrying the toiletries in your arms to put those away too. You close the door and go through your everyday routine: using the toilet, brushing your teeth, washing your face and wondering when the dark circles beneath your eyes will begin to fade away.

Inumaki is sitting up when you re-enter the bedroom space. Luck must be on your side today. He’s rubbing his eyes, looking your way, but you feign indifference, heading to the cupboard to pick out your clothes instead. He sighs, but doesn’t say anything as he passes by you, closing the bathroom door behind himself quietly.

(The door is never locked no matter which one of you is on the other side of it. You can’t remember the last time you heard it click. You wonder what that even means for the two of you. Maybe it means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things; maybe it means that there’s still hope for the people on either side of it.)

You change your clothes. He doesn’t come out to play a tune.

(You wonder if his eyes are open. You can’t hear him crying. Maybe he’s staring down at his new mouthwash instead.)

When he does make a reappearance, he loiters by the entrance in wait.

There’s an awkward silence, neither of you moving, both of you holding your breaths, until, “Kelp?”

“I’m done,” you reply. He walks forward and, just like yesterday, sits on your bed. You don’t ask if he’s fine with the clothes — there never was a point, was there?

(He takes a second too long to start taking his shirt off. You wonder if there’s meaning in that, too.)

You help him get changed and it’s as quiet as it always is. The silence is growing on you now, and you’re not sure whether you like that or not. How can you feel so alone when Inumaki’s hand is right there on your shoulder?

(When he leans on you today, his eyes are on you. Why is it that he only looks at you when you don’t want him to?)

The short walk to the convenience store is quiet.

(Traffic is fine today. You pick up the same meal as yesterday. No extra onigiri. Grape juice for you, lemon for him.)

The shorter walk to the downstairs eating area is only louder because there’s another lady here today on a call. Bar the ‘thank you for the food’ and the click of chopsticks, your meal is eaten in complete silence.

+

Unknown: How are you?

Me: all good! nothing to do today :)

Me: how are you?

Unknown: Good, too. Stay safe.

Me: of course! you too

+

It feels strange getting messages from someone you've never met before. You don't even know how he got ahold of your number — maybe it was Shouko-sensei or Ijichi-san — but that doesn't matter too much in the grand scheme of things. The world is strange and unfair and dastardly, but there's kindness in the blunt ‘How are you?’ you wake up to every day. There's a warmth and a compassion that you wish the world would overflow with. You can only hope to see that day. Nothing in life is guaranteed besides death.

(That's a lie, but it's comforting to your mortal soul. It would be a peaceful thought if you were any more naïve.

There are some that defy that natural order of life; most days you’re envious of their power, their insurmountable ability to violate the very laws of existence that keep you sane, human. But you wonder how they can live with all that melancholy. What did they give up for that life? What regrets have they carried in their hearts all this time? What lengths would they go to to take it all back — because in the end they must want that? How can anyone bear the pain of the world for that long?

Today you're glad you're not one of them. Weakness is ignorance and ignorance is bliss. You think you understand their sadness.

Maybe the only thing guaranteed in life is the desolation it’s rampant with.)

The conversations you have are always short. You’re sure he’s curious. He’s been messaging for months, every single day, without fail. He definitely has more important questions running in his mind, yet he never voices them. You’re grateful for the space. You don’t know if you could answer anything more.

Maybe you should tell Inumaki. He’s the only one that can answer the more important questions. You wonder if he’s getting the texts, too.

(He most likely is getting them. The reason you get them, too, is probably because he never answers them.)

You push those thoughts out of your mind, focusing on the task at hand. After hanging up your towel on the rack, you leave the bathroom and find Inumaki lying in bed with his arm thrown over his eyes. He doesn’t make you wait for long — how kind of him — pushing himself up to stand and walking to you without another word.

He sits on the lip of the bathtub and you undress him, shirt first, then his socks and sweatpants. Once he’s down to his boxers, you help him over the edge of the ceramic until he’s standing in front of the small stool.

As you’re picking up his clothes from the floor, he clears his throat, rocking back and forth on his feet. If it were any other day, you’d tell him to be careful or he’ll slip.

You’re folding the clothes over your arm, just about to leave, when he says, “Salmon cod roe.”

Normally, he waits for you to leave in silence before undressing fully and cleaning himself.

You pause by the door, looking back at him with furrowed brows. “What?”

He fiddles with the waistband of his boxers, gazing off to the side where the sink is. His voice is quiet beneath the whirr of the bathroom fan, but you catch his words all the same. Soft, secretive. “Thank you.”

The crease on your forehead lessens with his hopeful look. Wide, bright eyes, a dusky mauve in the dull light but they glint like amethyst when he rubs his nape and worries over his lip, waiting for your response.

Acknowledgement is what you’ve been aching for for so long.

Now that it’s here, now that his words of gratitude hang in the taut air between you, they feel so inconsequential. You still feel inconsequential. If the earth was syphoned of all its water, his thanks is a teardrop on barren land.

It’s something, you could argue. But is it too little, too late?

You still feel empty — there’s this hunger still clawing at your ribcage, scratching, scratching, scratching through flesh and bones slowly, so, so slowly, until you’re left hollow and bleeding, lacerated.

Are there still parts of the planet being twisted and drained, or is he ready to weep for your wounds?

Your heart sinks a little further in its cavity.

“Yeah,” you mumble, turning away from him.

He doesn’t call for you again. Amethyst doesn’t shine quite so prettily in the shadow of your frown.

His dirty clothes join yours at the foot of your bed to be taken down later. You idle around in the meantime, flicking through the few messages on your phone, finishing off the sudoku puzzle you started in the morning. It isn’t longer after that when his voice rings out, summoning you.

When you reenter the bathroom, he’s covered in suds, hand modestly on his lap, hunched over and shivering. He’s not staring at the ground in avoidance like usual, like you thought he would be. He offers a smile when you look at him, and you can’t find it in you to return the gesture.

You focus on what you came to do instead, picking up his boxers from where he had kicked them on the far side of the tub. Then, you grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze a dollop onto your palm. He doesn’t say much, dropping his head so you can spread the product through his hair. His eyes fall closed and it’s quiet. Peaceful, almost, if it weren’t for the awkward synergy looming over you, the one that keeps you from speaking to him like you normally would.

When you reach for the showerhead, he makes a noise of disapproval.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Bonito flakes.”

“Did I miss a spot?” Your brows crease as you look over him. You’re sure you’ve lathered him in enough shampoo since he’s covered in bubbles.

He shakes his head again and it makes the foam drip down his forehead. As soon as you wipe the soap away, he grabs onto your wrist. You keep your eyes on him. He drags your hand up, weaving your fingers through his wet strands and slowly pressing down in circles.

You sigh. He smiles.

It grows wider when you move without his help, his own hand dropping to cover himself again, so he can fully savour the way you massage his scalp.

“You’re annoying,” you grumble.

He closes his eyes, humming and nodding his head in agreement. As you scratch over him gently, he tilts his head to direct you silently; he drops his head forward, so you drag your nails down the back of his neck, working through the tresses that have grown from being left alone for so long.

(Cutting his hair won’t make everything return to normal. You know that. That doesn’t stop you from hoping otherwise, though.

Would he even let you cut it?

Maybe he’s grown comfortable with split-ends and disaster. Maybe that’s all he thinks is left of himself.)

His head droops to the right and you push some curls behind his ear.

(He looks nice with long hair, but you really want to cut it.)

You sit on the lip of the tub as you continue. It’s cold beneath you, but it’s not awful. It’s refreshing. Inumaki opens his eyes to look at you and suddenly you feel too hot. He’s about to speak when foam drops from your wrist, smacking him right on his face. He flinches and hisses as it falls into his eye just as you panic and pull away from him.

“Oh, shit,” you wince, fumbling with the tap and picking up the showerhead to clean your hands first. “Why’d you do that?”

“Mentaiko,” he whines childishly, pout forming on his face. You cup your hand and pour water into it to wash his eye carefully.

“Don’t talk now,” you groan, trying to wipe the bubbly water away from his lips, too. He hums something that vaguely sounds like ‘Ikura’, his brows furrowing until you press on the crease and it softens. You pull back and turn the tap off, grimacing when he opens his eyes. “Sorry.”

The white of his eye suffuses with a startling red, glassy and glaring. It’s a stark contrast to the  purple of his irises. Crystals fall from his lashes and he closes the irritated eye in a strained wink. “Sorry.”

“Salmon,” he mumbles, mouth pulling into a half-hearted smile to try and ease your worries. 

“Close your eyes, I’ll wash it all out.”

He listens, and this time he doesn’t stop you when you start washing the shampoo out of his hair. It isn’t long until it’s all rinsed out, and you pass him the showerhead so he can work on the rest of his body as you reach for the bottle of conditioner. You turn the tap off when he’s done, and get to spreading the product through his hair.

The room goes still once you’re done. The sounds of your breathing, of water dripping, and the fan whirring fill the silence.

It feels less heavy than before, somehow.

(Why does change only ever come after pain?)

You tap on the edge of the tub mindlessly, watching as the sudsy drops chase each other down the curved inside. From the corner of your eye, you can see Inumaki fidget. You figure it’s just from the cold until he says, “Salmon cod roe.”

He pinches his index and thumb together, pressing them to the little space between his brows before plucking them forwards. Then his hand flattens, fingers tucked beside one another as he moves it forward further, like a karate-chop, only softer, much more kinder.

You know what that gesture means. It’s one of the first words you had learned all those years back, when he was just Inumaki Toge: fellow first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu College. You thought he might have forgotten sign language, preferring to still be vocal, to not completely alienate himself out of society. But here he is: Inumaki Toge: battle-worn and a fraction of who he’s destined to be, slumped, swathed in shampoo, and shivering as he signs, ‘Sorry’.

“It’s fine—”

“Bonito flakes.” His hand slaps the wet skin of his thigh and you jump back from the volume of his words. The red in his eyes blares like a fire alarm and it’s all you can focus on as he huffs beneath his breath. He repeats the action once more. It’s sharper this time, too precise. Fingers to forehead, palm through the cold air as he stares right at you.

You don’t know why tears well up in your eyes then, but it burns all the same. Drops fall just as his shoulders do, his hand shaking as he signs the word once more. It’s calmer this time. His eyes soften around the corners, water springs at the line of his eyelashes, and when his palm sweeps through the air at the end of the action, it falls to your cheek. He brushes away your tears with a touch so gentle. It makes you sob, it makes you sniff too grossly for such an intimate moment; it makes your breath hitch in your throat when he follows it up by whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you murmur, tilting your head down and wiping away your cheeks with the back of your hand. A humourless laugh escapes you. It’s broken. Bitter. Biting at the raw flesh of your throat on its way out. “I don’t know why I’m crying, I just—” If you looked up, you’d see his lips curl into a wry smile, but it’s easier to talk to the floor. “We should talk when you’re not… you know, naked.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, and then his hand comes into your view. Pinky outstretched, he shakes it, playfully bending the finger. You look up at him then, just as he says, “Tuna mayo?”

You sigh. He nudges your hand until you loop your pinky around his. Your heart feels a little lighter.  “Promise.”

He smiles and the violet quartz of his eyes has never looked more scintillating.

(His hairstyle’s beginning to grow on you, and you’ve always been more adept at using cursed tools than scissors.)

+

Inumaki: where are youuuuuuuuu

Inumaki: hellooooo

Inumaki: ur read receipts r on

Inumaki: u PROMISED

Inumaki: >:(

Inumaki: kasjdh

Inumaki: can u hear this

Inumaki: ksadgdkasjhdlashd

Inumaki: it’s the sound of me falling

Inumaki: help me </3

Me: stop it

Inumaki: come up

Me: i’ll come up later

Inumaki: when

Me: when you’re asleep :)

Inumaki: >:|

Inumaki: brb finding stairs to fall down

+

He’s right outside the lift when you come up. You wonder how long he’s been standing there — dressed down in his night clothes, hand on his hip, glaring at the doors before they’ve even opened.

“How many people have you scared so far?” you ask as he steps aside.

He huffs. Then, he holds up two fingers. You bite back a laugh but he digs his elbow into your side regardless, only satisfied when you squeak out an apology.

The tension is quick to settle over the two of you as soon as you cross the entrance to your room. You want to busy yourself with opening the meals you just bought, but Inumaki is quick to grapple with the bags. He knows you won’t fight against him if it might lead to him falling back and hurting himself. You grumble about how he’s taking advantage of your kindness and he’s quick to respond with a sneaky wink, a chummy grin, and a too-proud, “Salmon.”

He sits in front of you on your bed, legs crossed, food getting cold the longer he leaves it untouched. It’s unnerving, and you think that’s exactly why he’s doing it. He’s letting the silence fester so you can burst, just like you did the other day, so you can answer all the questions in his mind without him having to voice them. It’s too much pressure. You don’t even know where to begin — when did all these feelings start rotting inside you? When did your insecurities suddenly become so much worse than him losing—

He’s the first to move, sliding his phone across the short distance between you. It’s open on the notes application. You wonder when he wrote this all.

[The girl knocked something off the shelf and I tried catching it but you know… I slipped. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It was just embarrassing because I thought I was getting better, but I still can’t get used to doing anything without you and I feel so… :/

I didn’t mean to make you angry. Or sad. I’m sorry. I just want everything to go back to normal again.]

He picks at his food as you read his words again and again.

“I shouldn’t have kept asking you,” you say. Your eyes fall back down to the device, to that emoticon with the slanted lips that somehow conveys exactly what he’d been feeling and yet barely scratches the surface. You bite your lips before they can mirror the downward curl. “I get it. I just… I guess I keep hovering over you because you feel so far away. Like— Like, even though it’s just been you and me, it feels more like you—” you hold up one finger and, a few seconds later, hold up another on your other hand, much further away from the first “— and me. Like we’re together, but we aren’t really. And I just… I can’t lose you, too.”

He nods, gesturing for his phone and you pass it along. You push around some of the steaming vegetables before taking a bite, waiting for him to finish swiping his thumb across the screen.

[I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away so much, I just don’t want you to spend your whole life taking care of me. I don’t wanna burden you anymore.]

He gives you to the phone and you only read the first little paragraph before you look up at him and flick his knee. His sharp ‘Mentaiko!’ is an overreaction, as is the way he massages his leg, but you hope it did hurt him a little.

“You’re not a burden,” you state. The roles have reversed and now he’s the one pointedly ignoring your gaze, staring down at his hand instead. “Seriously.” You pause, hesitating for only a second, before you reach out for him, resting your hand on the back of his. You give a short squeeze, something tentative and hopeful. He turns his hand over and his palm is warm beneath yours, fingertips ghosting along the soft, sensitive skin of your inner wrist. He holds you like that; for a moment, you both simply watch as his thumb skirts the length of your pinky, as he drifts to your knuckle, as he follows the curved outline of your hand down to your wrist before repeating it all over again. He’s softer each time, light as a petal’s caress when he grazes the fine hairs on your hand. He’s focused. You continue, “I’ve never thought that about you.” The smallest stutter in his path tells you that he’s listening. “We’re friends, you’d never be a burden, okay?”

He nods. You pick up his phone with your free hand. You try to ignore the way your stomach flutters all of a sudden when he lifts your hand and laces his fingers with his own.

[And I’m sorry I didn’t think about how much everything affected you too. I kept thinking about myself and being selfish but you still took care of me even though I was being a dick. I feel like I’ve said sorry so many times but I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry I didn’t see how bad this was getting for you. I want to take care of you too. I know it’s late but… please?]

You clear your throat, worrying over your bottom lip as you consider his words. “It’s fine—”

“Bonito flakes,” he interrupts, squeezing your hand. He’s looking at you now, eyes narrowed, lips pursed with frustration.

You laugh beneath your breath at how intense he looks, and his lip wavers, gaze dropping to your twined hands once more. You give him a gentler squeeze. The corner of his mouth lifts up.

“What I meant,” you emphasise, “was it’s fine now. Yeah, that was shitty of you, but—” his thumb strokes over the back of yours, circling the ridge of your knuckle so carefully, a breeze through a windchime sort of a touch, it nearly makes you forget what you were about to say “—but I also didn’t tell you anything. I could’ve come to you, but I didn’t because—” You laugh a little bitterly, scrunching your nose when you realise the weight of your next words. The irony. “Because you were already dealing with so much and I didn’t want to, you know… burden you.” He drops your hand just so he can flick your knee. There’s mischief lighting up in his eye — maybe too much for such a serious conversation, but you like it.

“Bonito flakes,” he says, emphasising every single syllable so the sarcasm sinks into you. You like the smirk on his face even through the mockery that drips from its edges.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We’re both as bad as each other.” He shakes his head, a little fondly, a lot in disappointment at how hopeless you both are. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you. Probably could’ve avoided this mess then, huh?” He huffs a laugh at that.

There’s a moment of silence, then. Of relief. You don’t know what to say now that the air is cleared. Your situation isn’t perfect all of a sudden, that much is obvious, but you feel less tense. As if the struggles that had been piling onto your shoulders have been spread out: you’re not any lighter because they haven’t diminished — your world is still turned inside out, you’ve lost things and people and parts of yourself you don’t think you’ll ever get back, you’re still on the run from people whose loyalties and intentions aren’t in your favour — but you know now that you’re not the only one shouldering those burdens. He’ll be there for you. With you.

He’s being there for you now as he cups your face, as he brushes his thumb beneath your eye, smiling breezily as you berate yourself for getting emotional.

“Stop making me cry,” you joke, closing your eyes so they don’t fall as easily.

He pinches your cheek lightly. “Sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

He waits a moment, passing time by skimming his thumb across the apple of your cheek. It’s quiet again. The silences don’t feel as stifling as they did last week, and the week before that, and the week before that.

(His fingers sink into your cheek more. You miss the way he leans closer, the way his eyes drop to your lips before they catch the salty shine. You only open your eyes when he’s moved back and his thumb presses against the corner of your lip, wiping the teardrops away.)

“Mustard leaf?”

You nod, rubbing your nose and sniffling too loudly, but he smiles all the same. “I’m fine.”

He shakes his head, pointing between himself and you. “Mustard leaf?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, leaning into his warm hand. “We’re okay.”

And you are. For this moment, at least, you feel okay. The grass beneath you might not be the greenest, but it’s growing. It’s warm between your fingers and it tickles the palms of your hands as soft as the sway of a butterfly’s wings, a fluttering wisp of a touch that sends the hope you’ve been yearning for thrumming through your veins.

For tonight, at least, you’ll let yourself enjoy the serenity. You’ll picture blue skies above you, not a cloud in sight. It’s you and the sunshine, too hot on your skin, too sweltering, until Inumaki roots himself beside you to provide shade — because he’ll do that now. He’ll take care of you, too.

(He keeps true to his word. When you finish eating and grow tired, he listens to you ramble until your words slur together — he doesn’t have the heart to tell you how little sense you’re making; when you finish talking and fall half-asleep, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and hums you the rest of the way there, voice sweet and lilting. When you’re tuckered out and all tucked in, he leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead and promises to be so much better for you.)

+

Unknown: How are you?

Me: good! nothing to do today either :’)

Me: yourself?

Unknown: I’m fine, thank you. Stay safe.

Me: you too!

+

None of your guesses for today’s tune are correct. Inumaki’s smirk grows each time you name another song only for him to shoot you down with a drawn-out, “Bonito flakes.” The way he enunciates every syllable is a blow to your ego; it reeks of smugness despite the way his words are slurred because of his toothbrush.

When you hound him for an answer right after, you’re met with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile that irks your nerves too much for such an early hour.

“Have fun changing by yourself,” you grumble as he pretends to zip up his lips, too. He laughs in response. This time, he lets his chuckles ring out. The seals around his mouth dimple as he grins at you, holding your hand and reeling you back to him when you try to walk away.

It’s that same hand he drags to the collar of his shirt, making your fingers curl around the loose neckline of it. He stares at you, and if you notice the way his eyes droop until they’re half-lidded, if you notice the way his smile shrinks so he can nibble on his bottom lip, you say nothing about it.

(There’s meaning in everything he does.)

“Tell me what the song was.”

You don’t know why your voice comes out so hushed, just that it does. Any louder and it would spoil the tranquillity that has settled around you.

The curtains are open again. Sunlight pours through and haloes the curves of his body; it streaks the dip of his waist, the rise of his shoulders, and the messy tips of his too-long hair in a delicate, ethereal amber. He doesn’t need wings to look like an angel.

You wonder when you started to look at him in this dizzying light. When did you look at him and notice the dust of stubble on his chin? When did the defined line of his jaw become a part of him that steals your attention?

He shakes his head and the sunshine moves with him like it bends to his will. It’s possible, you think. Maybe he could tell the sun to bow down to him, and it would.

(Maybe he’s another of those awe-inspiring, rule-breaking anomalies in this universe.)

You’ve never seen a solar eclipse, but you think this is as close as anyone has ever been to experiencing one.

(He’s a celestial body, and this universe cannot contain all that he is; no matter how much of his surface is cratered, he will always be too big for this room. 

Maybe none of those too-powerful, too-lonely souls handed over the fragments. The universe has greedy teeth for hands and it doesn’t take pieces away, it only leaves crumbs behind.)

You are the earth, and he, your moon; and shadows aren’t so bad when they’re his, when they’re blanketing you in his darkness.

But then he tilts his head.

It casts a narrow, golden line across your face; a partial eclipse made as sunshine travels almost 150 million kilometres through uninterrupted air, through the glazed windows of your temporary home, and past the tattered curtains he keeps forgetting to close — all for you. He tilts his head, and you squint at the light that crosses your eye.

(He tilts his head, and it’s a wordless tell that he doesn’t want you finding any comfort in the dark. Not anymore. He’ll hold a candlelight to your face and he’ll keep it there until the wax has melted down his arm, and then he’ll look at you with the light in his eyes and hope it’s good enough for you.

He hopes you understand.)

(Maybe you’re thinking too much into it. But then he lets go of your hand to graze where the gold rays touch you, and he smiles.)

You pull his shirt off and he lets you. Your hands hover over the waistband of his trousers and he gives a subtle nod. You push them down. Goosebumps litter his skin and his hand flexes on your shoulder, but he doesn’t move it.

He leans on you as he kicks the fallen clothes away, and he’s looking right at you as he does so — unlike last week, and the week before that, and the week before that. Your heart doesn’t ache, but each slow blink of his is another tug on its strings.

You think you understand.

He doesn’t tell you what song he was playing. He doesn’t tell you he was making it up as he went along.

(He doesn’t radiate his own light and he isn’t bursting through the walls and there will always be space for you by his side.)

+

Unknown: Do you need lunch?

Me: we just ate, but thank you!

Unknown: Okay. Stay safe.

Me: of course, you too!

+

When Inumaki looks at you like this, you feel like an absolute idiot. Regret rushes into your system, and you’re already conjuring ways to retract everything you’ve said thus far. There are half syllables and broken words that leave you as you stammer out, “Wait, uh, I don’t mean— I mean, obviously with everything, and the, the thing—”

He’s so dramatic — with his mouth agape, his eyes too white, too wide, for such a trivial confession.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you gripe, folding your arms across your chest. “It’s not that serious.”

You don’t think it’s possible for his mouth to drop any further, but he proves you wrong in the very next second. The slow, disappointed head shake that follows is what has you shifting in your seat, tightening your hold on yourself for extra comfort.

“Bonito flakes.”

“It’s not.”

“Bonito flakes.”

“This is stupid.”

“Salmon,” he says, grinning and pointing at you. You glare at him, batting his hand away just before you stretch your legs out in front of you.

He huffs when your foot knocks into his side, scowling at the ‘oops,’ that giggles out of you right after. He’s quick to join you, left side snug beside your right so you both fit on the single bed. His phone is in his hand, and you follow the quick swipes of his thumb as he starts typing.

[I can't believe I'm friends with someone who hasn’t watched Spirited Away.]

“It’s not that serious,” you defend. “And I’ve been busy! I can’t just blast away curses like you, I actually have to spend time training, you know?”

[Loser—]

His phone slips from his hand when you nudge him, and he lets out a yelp when it hits his chin. He glares at the smug grin on your face, ignoring your pointed ‘deserved,’ in favour of kicking your legs aside and picking his phone back up.

You don’t watch as he goes through the motions of loading the movie, instead shifting more comfortably, a little closer to his side. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t make any move to shuffle away from you.

(You miss the way his thumb freezes over the on-screen keyboard.)

Inumaki raises his arm, holding his phone above the both of you so you can both see the screen.

“Mustard lead?”

“I’m good,” you say, assuming that he’s asking if you’re comfortable enough before he clicks play. “You’re gonna hold it up the whole time, yeah?”

His thumb hovers over the triangle button, but then he decides to lower his arm, swiping back to the notes app and hiding the screen from you.

When he makes the grand reveal, you immediately groan, covering your face as you feel heat rise to your cheeks.

[No, I’ll swap to my other one halfway through. Oh wait…]

You don’t know what to say to that, but he snickers as you stumble your way through, “Oh my god, I didn’t— You know what I meant. Give me the phone.”

He hands it over, still chuckling as you grumble an ‘I hate you,’ beneath your breath. You open up the movie once more, holding the device above your heads like he had before.

“Ready?” you ask, and this time he stirs closer, tilting his head to yours so the gentle flicks of his hair brush against your neck. You’re glad you never brought up cutting his hair. Like delicate brush strokes on the canvas of your skin, the ends tickle you as he cosies up to your side.

He doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either.

He’s so close, though. You can feel the firm line of his body silhouetting your own, where his hipbone sinks into yours, where his shoulder presses against your own, where the length of his arm seemingly disappears. Suddenly, you feel so aware of every inch of him. Too aware, too focused. You’re taking too long to start the movie, you’re sure, but he says nothing, so you say nothing, cherishing the heat that he weaves deep into your muscles when his thigh presses to your own, too.

He presses the button and the video starts. It’s a haze to you — blue and pink streaks across the screen, the sound of an engine revving crackles through the speaker — because all you can focus on is the hint of detergent that lingers in his long sleeve top, and the blend of lemon soap and coconut shampoo that wisps its way across the short, practically non-existent distance between you both.

You think he can read your mind because a moment later he nudges you with his shoulder. He’s already looking at you. His face is a little blurry up close, noses mere inches away from grazing one another, but you can still make out the smattering of freckles that litter the apples of his cheeks, the flush that dusts the tips of his ears, the smallest dip of his cupid’s bow. You’re staring at his lips — and there’s no way he doesn’t notice, no way for him to miss your eyes lowering because he’s so close to you — 

(He misses it. He mirrors it.)

 — but he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either.

+

Unknown: How are you?

Me: we’re good, heading to bed! how are you?

Unknown: good. Let me know if you need anything.

Me: sure. good night!

+

Your funds don't roll in as steadily as they used to. It’s hard to find (and keep) a stable, well-paying job when you’re on the lam. There are the odd coins you find on the ground and pocket, and advertisements on flyaway papers with work offers that fall through more often than not.

Your wallet isn't empty, though, so you keep your complaints to yourself. Inumaki never asks how you get the money — even though you're sure he has his guesses — and you never tell him. Neither of you think he'd be able to handle it if you said it outright.

You still have money saved from the month that’s just passed. It’s probably enough to last you a few more days if you stick to your frugal regime, but you know that won’t stop your friend from coming soon with a renewal.

Your jacket does little to stop the battering of cold air that surges every other minute, but you pull it around yourself tighter. Your fingers are numb in your pockets and you can’t stop bouncing your leg in hopes of that warming you up as you wait. The wind is loud, angry and howling, but you’ve listened to more painful screams, had them ripped from your own throat too many times for it to make you wince. It’s the trickle of rain that you loathe at this moment, making the cold cling to your body like a second skin, seeping through layers of clothes as if they’re paper thin.

The light above you flickers and you count the seconds between each one to keep your sanity. It isn’t much longer — only thirteen plus seven plus eleven seconds — that the shadows move and the patter of rain on concrete is accompanied by footsteps.

“Long time no see,” he calls out.

“It’s been a while, huh?” You grin, bouncing off the wall to meet Panda in a hug. He’s sopping wet from vaulting across rooftops to meet you here, but that doesn’t stop you from holding onto him as tightly as you can.

“How have you been?” he asks. When you separate from the embrace, you go back to your little shelter by the roof’s entrance.

“Same old,” you shrug. “I think I’m getting used to this kind of life now.”

“Careful with that.” It’s a joke, but the chuckle you both share is soaked in bitterness. “How’s Toge?”

“Better, I think,” you say. Panda nods along with you, solemnly. “He’s talking more, making jokes, too, so he’s— he’s getting there. What about you?”

“Not bad.” He lets out a deep sigh, handing you the bag that’s hanging off his wrist — the reason he makes this monthly trek to wherever you are. “There isn’t as much in there as usual. Guess who I ran into.”

“You’re doing too much for us, anyway.” You roll your eyes. “Who?”

“Itadori.” He grins. “Cost me a match.”

You perk up immediately. You haven’t heard from any of the other graduates in a while. Not knowing which sorcerers are on your side has pushed everyone to minimal interaction.

“He’s okay?”

Panda nods. “Fushiguro as well. Those two…” He trails off, shaking his head fondly. He tells you what they’ve told him about their plans, what they’re going to do next, and the games. It’s a lot to digest considering how disconnected you and Inumaki have been from Jujutsu society. 

You’ve spent so much time running away every time a sorcerer comes near you, avoiding everything you’ve ever known in hopes of healing. Just the thought of confronting it, of falling back into old routines where you train and fight and exorcise, makes your head pound. You’ll miss the old man in the convenience store and his lemon burst drink in the morning. You’ll miss the petal soft pillows of the hostel you’ve been staying in. You try not to think about it too much, but the sand in the glass is running out and you’ll have to face the world — your world, your real and cruel and unjust world — again soon.

Panda stays for a while and you talk. He tells you about the new scars on Itadori’s face. You tell him you watched films with Inumaki until 4 in the morning. He’s just as surprised that you’ve never watched Spirited Away. It feels normal. It makes you wish he didn’t have to leave to go somewhere safer, but he does.

And then you’re alone. The rain only worsens, falling in heaps that are too loud, too wet. You head back inside only to freeze one foot in.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

Inumaki looks so small with his arm wrapped around his body, forehead dropped to the points of his legs. Raindrops cling to your lashes and his body is a blur, as if you’re looking at him through an unfocused camera lens, but you know it’s him even without seeing him. No one else would be sitting on the floor so late at night.

He sits up and his hair falls back, the curtains drop to make a grand reveal. That bleary expression of his reminds you of a ghost. Tired eyes, chapped lips, he looks half dead yet innocent. Child-like, still, with drool crusting at the edge of his mouth, with his knees knocking together as he looks up at you.

Your clothes are sticking to your body, they’re uncomfortable, and you should change out of them as soon as you can to avoid getting ill. You take a seat next to him, instead.

“If you were awake, you could’ve come out,” you say. The ground is cold and unforgiving beneath you. You can hear the water soak into your bones, feel its chill run through your veins. “He misses you.” Inumaki doesn’t reply. He just lets his head fall back against the wall. You fill the silence, then. You tell him about Itadori. You tell him about the games and their master plan and you focus on everyone but yourselves to avoid that dreaded conversation for a little longer.

It works until he looks at you and you see the red in his eyes. You see the crystals line his lashes and the lens grows more unfocused as they reflect in your own eyes.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper. His eyes droop. He looks past you, at the still-open door. The wind rolls in in vicious waves, ice at your sides as it hits you, and the rain makes puddles at the doorway. You can’t regret saying it when it’s the truth, when it’s all you have to say. “I don’t want to go back.”

He nods.

“I want to stay like this a little longer.”

He nods again.

“Just the two of us.”

He looks at you, but you’re looking down now.

Staring at your hands as they curl around the ends of your jacket, you miss the once-over he gives you. You watch as the dark fabric creases with your ever-tightening grip; you miss the way he bites his lip, the conflict unravelling in his eyes.

“I don’t want more people to die, Toge.”

Your voice cracks. It’s broken. Choked. There’s a cry caught in you that never comes out but you can feel it. You’re too aware of how it’s stuck in your larynx, half-in, half-out, unmoving and chafing. Gravel fills your throat, tearing through your vocal cords string by string. The taste of martyrdom is rotten in your mouth. You swallow rocks and drink self-sacrifice, ignoring the way it burns through your flesh on the way down.

Your eyes are shut too tightly, nails digging into your palms despite the layers, and you don’t see Inumaki move until he’s touching you. His hand brushes over yours, so much warmer than your own, and he pulls it up and away.

He’s too careful, filling the empty spaces between your fingers with his. He’s too gentle, curling his fingers so the tips soak up the drops that linger there. He’s too quiet, raising your hand to his face, and all you can do is stare down at your lap and let him.

His lips are dry on the back of your hand. Tentative. When he kisses you there, the dull smack of his lips overpowers the torrential rain. The small huff of air he breathes out is enough to warm your entire hand, and the way he squeezes right after sends that heat through the rest of you.

He rests your hand on your thigh and nods his head to it, making you watch as he drags his finger along your skin, slowly but surely working through the syllables to tell you, “We’ll be okay.”

“Promise?”

The rain doesn’t sound as harsh now. Maybe it’s dying down, maybe you’re just too focused on the curve of his lips as he smiles then, lifting his hand to your face to wipe away the water on your face. His hand is soothing to the touch, soft as a dandelion wisp as he grazes the tender lines beneath your eyes.

You don’t know where to look. His eyes are blazing as he follows his own movements, his lips parted, timid. You watch the slow bob of his throat as he swallows, and then he looks right at you.

At that moment, the rain stops. The wind is silent. The barest hint of mint fans across your lips.

At the next, the meagre distance between you is crossed and his lips slot against yours.

They’re damp from him licking over them, rough on the surface from sleep and nibbling, but it’s comforting. Awkward and hesitant, but nice. Easy. There aren’t any fireworks crackling and popping against the sides of your stomach; there are no stars bursting behind your eyelids and sending you into a tizzy, but the downpour returns and the door swings wildly on its hinges.

It doesn’t last very long either.

His nose bumps against yours when he tilts his head and presses forward the slightest bit, and his mouth loosens from its pucker to focus on the swell of your bottom lip, giving it a kiss, a squeeze, and then another. The quietest click sounds when he pulls away from you. Mint lingers on your lips. You don’t feel so cold anymore.

“Promise,” he whispers. His eyes are still closed. He leans his forehead on yours and you can feel each of his eyelashes caress your cheek. It’s as soft as grass, as the butterfly’s wings. It’s hope.

You close your eyes again. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Salmon,” he says. I don’t, you hear. I haven’t.

The tip of his nose nudges yours playfully before he pulls away, a dainty lilt in his lips.

“Mustard leaf?”

“I guess.” You sigh. “What do we do now?”

He shrugs, resting his head on your shoulder despite the water that drips down you. You should look for answers when your mind isn’t so sleep-addled, but you don’t know how you’ll fall asleep when your head is full of question marks and blank spaces.

You pull out your phone to check the time, and the screen is bright, showing a too-early time in all white. Just beneath that is a text message.

Unknown: Good night.

Inumaki makes a curious noise when you go to reply.

“Oh, it’s your dad.”

He leans away from you all of a sudden and you turn to him. His furrowed brows voice all the questions he has running through his mind.

“He’s been texting me, like, every day,” you tell him. “Just asking how we are and stuff. Does he not, you know, text you?”

Inumaki purses his lips, nodding his head.

“Do you reply?”

He scrunches his nose. You thought as much.

There’s a moment where neither of you say anything. He’s thinking. You’re thinking. The cursor on your phone blinks beside the unsent text.

“He always asks if we need anything, you know?” you mention. “I think he just wants to see you. Especially if you’re not even replying to him.” Inumaki worries over his bottom lip. “What if we… went to him?”

There’s another lull in the conversation. You watch him. He looks at his hand and then vaguely at the empty space where the other one should be.

When he’s ready, he faces you once more. And then he nods.

You hold your pinky out for him. “Together,” you say.

He loops his finger around yours. “Together.”

“Good. You’re stuck with me now.” He exaggerates a grimace. “Too late to take it back.” He rolls his eyes and you stifle a yawn with your hand. You reply to the message and then turn your phone off. “Come on, we should sleep.”

It’s not an ideal plan — if you can even call that. It’s a half-thought. One of the first ideas that popped into your mind that you voiced and have now decided is good enough to follow. Maybe you’ll regret it in the morning. Maybe Inumaki will.

You think you’ll go through with it either way because nothing is guaranteed in life besides desolation and you might regret it if you change your mind. You don’t want to drown under guilt and what-ifs anymore. Your shoulders already hurt. So you’ll pack up your bags and maybe you’ll tell the convenience store owner the story of how Inumaki lost his arm, or maybe you’ll leave this place without a trace, just as you had with the last, but you won’t regret whatever choice you make because Inumaki will be right by your side. Because if there’s one other thing guaranteed in life — in your life, the only one that you hope you’ll ever have — it’s that you can trust that Inumaki will keep his promise and stay by your side.

Me: Can we meet you?

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

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Pairing: Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami X Reader

Genre: NSFW Hurt / Comfort Reverse Harem [All characters are 18+]

Wordcount: 7.7k

Warnings: dub con, choking, breath play, dirty talk, fingering, rough unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, blood kink, blood drinking, dacryphilia, double penetration, anal, edging, orgasm control, bondage, mention of suicide, BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (m recieving), gagging, quirofilia, cervix kisses

Synopsis: Reader is pulled into Sukuna’s domain where he forces her to admit to her fantasies and indulges his new favorite toy

I didn’t need to squint through the dim lighting to recognize where I was. I had never been here before, yet the bones encasing my form and the pool of blood beneath my feet told me everything I needed. As my heart began to hammer against my ribs, shallow breaths catching in my throat, the room seemed to close in around me. The white figure atop a towering throne of skulls leaned down, piercing red eyes bore into mine, sending my heart into a frenzy. I was sure he could hear my blood racing through my veins, making my skin throb with every beat.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A booming, malevolent voice echoed.

I’d spent enough time with Yuuji to be graced with the King of Curses’ presence a few times, but nothing could have prepared me for this. My feet carried me forward with a mind of their own, ignoring the rational part of my brain screaming to run. I couldn’t run whether or not I wanted to. He pulled me into his Domain. Here, there was no escape.

Before my toes could reach the base of his throne, Sukuna snapped his fingers. Within moments a clatter rang through the air as skulls tumbled into the pool below. Strong hands gripped my waist, jerking me forward onto a white lap. My knees fell beside muscled thighs, hands flying to his chest, with a soft gasp.

I fell into Sukuna’s embrace with taut muscles and shallow breaths. My gaze was trained on the white of his kimono beneath my fingers, yet I could see his lips curl into a devious smirk. With his lips pulled back, I could easily see the points of his canines. I could almost feel the blood pulsing through my neck, rushing to my head.

His fingers dug into my sides, yanking me into him. A deep, reverberating growl resounded as Sukuna ground my entrance along his length. The fabric of his kimono fisted in my hands as a small whine escaped my lips. Instinctively pushing against his chest, my efforts were futile in his grasp.

A third hand grabbed the back of my hair, forcing my head back as my neck arched. Chest fluttering, nearly hyperventilating, I was blind to the world apart from the towering ribcage above us. My eyes fell shut as Sukuna wrapped his fourth hand around the base of my throat.

“What is it you want, pet?” His taunting voice carried through the room as the hands on my hips dug his erection into my clit.

This was my chance, my one opportunity to save myself, and yet I couldn’t get a word out. The only sound to cross my lips was a pitiful moan. I was training to become a jujutsu sorcerer and I lost my first real challenge. Not only to Sukuna, but also to my own base desires.

“What was that?” I didn’t need to see Sukuna to know the smirk dancing across his lips had pulled back further. “I couldn’t hear you.”

He accentuated his statement by driving his hips into mine, nails digging into my shorts as he held me still. His hand twisted in my hair, forcing my back to arch further. The hand around my throat tightened, sending a heat to my core as my walls clenched around nothing. As if he could smell the arousal dripping from my folds, Sukuna dug his fingers into the sides of my neck and pulled me into him.

“St-stop.” The meager whimper fell on attentive ears.

Sukuna released my hair with a booming laugh. His hand moved up to grasp my chin, pulling it down so I was forced to look into his eyes. Within blood red pools of lust, I could see my own terror staring back at me. A large, warm hand slid inside my shorts. His smirk deepened, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle, as he felt the juices leaking from my entrance.

“Why should I stop now?” He delved a finger between my walls, expertly pressing into my g-spot.

He removed the finger as quickly as he had shoved it into me. A wet finger brushed across my lips, slipping between them. Rough hands ground my hips into his, dragging his hard length along my entrance. Sukuna pushed another finger into my mouth, holding my face in his large hand as another held my throat.

Something smooth and hard slipped inside my shirt, running along my spine. I glanced behind me to see what looked like a tail wrap around the fabric and pull, ripping it in half. A whine escaped me as the fabric was discarded to the pool below. My fingers twisted around Sukuna’s kimono as the tail slid into my shorts.

It rubbed against my clit, the bulbous end nearly pushing into my entrance each time it ground along my folds. Sukuna held the end of his tail at my entrance. His hips bucked into mine rhythmically as the hands on my hips controlled my movements. His cock dug into my clit as his tail pressed into my folds.

When my walls began to throb, Sukuna stilled. His tail wrapped around my shorts, tearing it from my body and tossing it to the base of the throne. Firm hands held my shaking form still. My hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, attempting to create some friction. Red eyes glistened with satisfaction as black claws dug into my skin, preventing me from finding my release.

Wet fingers slipped from between my lips, leaving a wet trail along my skin. Sukuna held my waist as his tail wrapped around my stomach. The end brushed across one of my breasts before alternating and wrapping under the other, occasionally caressing my nipple.

“Please.” I gasped, any previous inhibitions forgotten.

“What do you want, pet?” Sukuna’s gaze shone with sadistic glee.

“You.” I whined, glancing down at where I had created a damp spot on his lap.

The hand around my neck slid up to grasp my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. A calloused finger swiped across my lips, smearing my own saliva across my skin. My gaze focused on the points on Sukuna’s teeth. I couldn’t help but imagine how easily he could sink them into me. The bruises and scars he could litter across my skin, claiming me as forever his.

“Specifics, kitten.” He shifted his hips, grinding our bodies against each other. “And maybe I’ll let you cum.”

As if he could read my mind, Sukuna’s grip tightened and he pulled my face closer to his. His warm breath caressed my face with each exhale. I let out a strangled groan as his tail slid between my folds, lightly resting against my entrance. He placed his cheek against mine, letting me feel his teeth on my skin.

“Tell me what you need.” Sukuna tipped my head to the side, running his canines along the pulsing vein in my neck before nipping at my ear. “I can give you the world. All you have to do is ask.”

A dominant presence touched the edges of my consciousness, asking for entry with the promise of my heart’s desires. Every logical part of my brain was quiet as Sukuna languidly kissed along my jaw, leaving the occasional bite though he never broke my skin. My eyes fell closed as I hesitantly let him into my mind, guiding him to fantasies which had never seen the light of day.

His lips paused against my skin, curling away from pointed teeth as he explored the darkest recesses of my mind. He took his time, forcing me to relive every figment of my imagination, especially the ones involving him. Sukuna reveled in how he dominated my fantasies, and how well I had anticipated the way he would touch me.

When he reached the scenes involving multiple men, his erection hardened under my sopping heat. Through the bond he had created between us, I could feel Sukuna’s surprise. A woman needing to be pleased by someone other than him was usually a blow to his ego, but he liked the idea of having help dominating his new toy.

“Say it.” Sukuna growled tauntingly, a hand slipping between us to pull his kimono aside. I opened my eyes to see a muscular, tattooed chest. The wetness leaking from my folds helped him slide his bare erection along my entrance.

Maybe I’ll let you cum.

“Hurt me.” The whispered plea sent my heart hammering against my chest. Never in my life had I spoken my desires aloud, and now I was asking the most dangerous man in the world to indulge them.

“How?” Red eyes glowed with satisfaction, chasing away my fears yet fueling the fire.

My gaze fell to the raised corner of his mouth, fingers hesitantly reaching up to brush across his bottom lip. A large, calloused hand cupped the side of my neck, fingers stretching into my hair with a thumb on my cheek. Sukuna grasped my wrist and pulled my head to the side. He leaned down until his lips brushed my skin, tongue darting out to feel my pulse.

He lifted my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. Sukuna forced my hips onto his in one swift motion as his teeth sank into my neck. A harsh cry escaped me at the feel of him stretching me completely. I wasn’t a virgin, but I no longer believed a drunken hookup with a college student counted.

The one experience I had couldn’t have prepared me for this. Being filled so completely, my walls tearing apart to fit Sukuna’s girth. The way he shoved his entire length into me with one stroke. He couldn’t have been using all of it earlier, I didn’t know someone could be this big.

Heavy hands on my hips guided me back and forth. Fingers wrapped around my head, holding me in place as Sukuna lapped at my throat. He let go of my wrist to grasp my breast, rolling the bud between his fingers.

I dropped my hand to his chest, running it up his form to hold the back of his head. His teeth tugged at my skin as he snarled, releasing a low growl. He grabbed my wrist and bucked his hips into mine, ramming into my walls. Sukuna reared his head back, his hand sliding down to wrap around my throat.

Gasping for air, his bloodied lips curled back into a sadistic grin to reveal red tinted teeth. He jerked my face closer, crashing his lips into mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. With a soft grunt, my walls tightened around his erection at the metallic taste. Sukuna smiled into the kiss as I eagerly kissed him back.

He placed my hand on his shoulder as his tail began to rub along my ass. Loosening his hold on my throat, he let me pull in an unsteady breath before plunging his tail into me. A scream tore past my lips at the sudden intrusion. My eyes rolled back inside my head. The hand on my back held me to a hard chest as Sukuna pounded into me from below.

Firmly holding my hips in place as he thrusted up into me, Sukuna drew me closer until his arm was the only separation between us. My head fell forward, each moan and cry left my lips against his ear. His breath fanned my cheek, the occasional grunt accentuated his thrusts.

“Kuna,” I whined, gasping as he thrusted deeper. “M gonna cum.”

“Not yet.” He snarled, speeding his thrusts. His claws dug into my skin, red streams pouring down to pool in his seat.

“Ple-ease!” I cried as my nails involuntarily raked along his chest.

His hand slid along my spine to fist in my hair, pulling me back until all I saw was red. “What did you call me?”

I felt it when my self control, self reliance, evaporated. People would say it was because I let him inside my head. It wasn’t. I knew he didn’t change my thoughts or feelings. Sukuna simply watched as I willingly gave myself to him. He knew what he was doing. Mind fuck or not, he would have waited until the perfect moment to ask the most important question. He waited until no one but him could ever satisfy me again.

“Master.” It was only one word, one whisper, but the dam holding me back crumbled. The dam built by years of people telling me I was delusional, demented for craving someone who could care for me body and soul. Someone who could tear me down at will but never would. Someone who filled me with dread and need with one look.

“Again.�� Four red eyes pulled together, catching the minimal light, as his heart pounded under my hands.

“Master.” My voice held more conviction than before, but it wasn’t enough.

His gaze lowered to my lips. He twitched within me as his thumb wiped across my mouth. His gaze followed the red trail left behind by his finger as he grasped my throat again and pulled me into him. Our breaths mixed, lips brushing against each other, and his piercing red eyes raked their way up to mine.

“Again.” Claws pierced into my skin as he thrusted into me with such force I was sure he tore through my walls.

“Master!” I screamed as he pounded into me with renewed vigor.

Red streamed down my thighs, trickling along the throne and through the tower of skulls. Sukuna rocked my hips as he thrusted into me, pounding into my g-spot with every movement. Sliding his hand to cup my face, he sank his teeth into my still bleeding wound with a groan.

‘Cum.’ His deep voice reverberated in my mind.

The intimate reminder he had access to my one safe haven sent a panic through me. A low chuckle resounded through my mind as his chest rumbled under my hands. Sukuna’s hold on me tightened as his thrusts quickened. He pressed a hand to my back, holding me trapped against him as he drank from my neck.

‘You know you want to. Cum for me, kitten.’ As he spoke, Sukuna used the link to send waves of reassurance which shouldn’t have calmed my racing heart.

Long, thick fingers tightened around my throat. His thumb stretched to press into my neck under his mouth, making the vein bulge. As waves of warm blood gushed into his mouth, Sukuna pulled his tail from my ass. He massaged the stretched opening with the bulbous end before plunging it back into me.

Pushed over the edge, my mouth parted in a silent scream as my walls pulsated around him. Euphoric pleasure washed over me. My body shook in his arms, hips bucking wildly in his embrace. As the orgasm wracked through me, Sukuna continued his assault. He pounded into me, filling me completely as I reached a new high.

His thrusts sped their rhythm as tears began to stream down my face. He hesitantly removed his teeth from where they were embedded in my throat, smearing blood across my cheek as he pressed his face to mine. His hand shifted to wrap around the back of my head, forcing my head down to his chest.

His thumb swiped across my cheek, feeling the wetness leaking from my eyes. Sukuna held me pressed firmly to his body, my arms slipping to wrap around his back and grasp his firm shoulders. He shifted his hips, rolling mine into a new angle. He expertly ground into my g-spot with each thrust, pounding into my most sensitive areas.

My mouth opened involuntarily as he pushed me toward another climax. The hand on my head adjusted my position as my jaw tightened, clamping down on his neck. Sukuna grunted into my ear as my mouth filled with warm, metallic fluid. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding my lips to his skin while pulling my head to the side.

His mouth wrapped around my neck as he pounded up into me. Controlling my movements, Sukuna raked his claws down my back. The intense pain mixed with his relentless pounding sent my second orgasm crashing over me. Screaming and crying through the blood in my mouth, my vision went white as agonizing pleasure burned through my veins.

Sukuna’s thrusts lost their rhythm as my walls milked him. He held my trembling form to his chest, preventing me from escaping as white hot ropes of cum filled me. The feel of his seed leaking between my thighs and coating his made me whimper into him and rock my hips against his.

Roughly jerking my hips then holding them in place, Sukuna ran his tongue along my neck then pulled his head away from mine. My lips detached from his skin, but I could only move my head to rest on his chest. I involuntarily relaxed into him as his grasp relaxed, cautiously running a hand along my spine.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Sukuna’s voice rumbled with honest curiosity, his hand stilling at the base of my neck.

“I’m scared of everything.” I murmured while shifting to look up at him.

His brows furrowed as his hand slipped, brushing a finger across my lips. “What if I kill you?”

My heartbeat faltered as I considered his question. You couldn’t say I had a happy life. In many senses it was better than most, but suicidal ideation was a tall hurdle to get over. It was my best friend, Sukuna’s vessel, who saved me from myself. Yuuji helped me realize I wanted to escape from my problems, and I could have a new life without hurting the people who cared about me.

I didn’t want to die any more, but I had no qualms about my mortality. I never expected to live a long life, especially now I attend Jujutsu Tech. In my short life, death had become an old friend.

“At least I died happy.” The words fell from my lips before I could process what I said.

Sukuna’s eyes pulled together. His lips pursed rather than curling into his trademark smirk. The smirk I expected. His touch became gentle, soft, as his hands wrapped around my back and cupped my face. He carefully wiped my tears away, his head slowly lowering to mine. When his lips brushed mine, they pulled back from his teeth.

“Would you be truly happy, little one?” His nails dug into my cheeks, eyes glistening as I pulled in a sharp gasp.

I fell back into thin air, arms and legs instinctively wrapping around Sukuna’s form. He chuckled lowly against my ear as he caught us, his hand beside my head. His knees pushed into my thighs, forcing them apart, as his tail snaked up my stomach between my breasts. The arrowhead tip pressed against my chin, urging me to arch my head back. When my eyes sank into pools of sadistic lust, Sukuna touched his nose to mine.

“Tell me what you really want, pet.” The tip of his nose ran down my cheek, nudging my ear, before he pulled on the cartilage with his teeth. “Who you really want.”

Sukuna lazily pulled his still hard length from between my folds. Our juices helped him slide back inside me, holding his balls to my ass. He flexed within me, his tail sliding down my form to brush against my clit.

“Sensei.” I moaned as images of the men who plagued my dreams flashed before my eyes.

Sukuna lowered himself onto his forearms, black claws brushing my hair away from where it had become stuck to my skin. Another large hand slid along my back, dipping into the pool beneath us to fist in my hair. His fourth hand held the small of my back, ensuring I was firmly pressed to him.

“Deep breath, pet.” His deep, melodic voice commanded.

When my lungs filled, his fingers twisted in my hair and pulled my head into the blood. Sharp claws raked along my skin to embed in my waist. My muffled cry sent ripples through the pool when Sukuna rammed into my walls, forcing his entire length into me with every thrust. The barbed end of his tail worked at my clit, massaging it inhumanly fast.

Sensitive from two orgasms with hardly a break between, it wasn’t long before my walls began to pulse again. His tail pulled away from my clit to rest between my breasts as his fingers released my hair. Coughing up blood, I buried my face in his muscled chest. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass, before holding his hips to mine.

“Specifics, kitten.” Sukuna taunted with a musical lilt to his voice.

Reluctant to speak my desires aloud, I arched my hips into his. Wriggling back and forth, my efforts were halted when Sukuna’s claws raked into my skin, sinking into my flesh as he held me still. My lips parted to release a soft whine, arms reaching back to grasp his shoulders.

His tail ran down my stomach to press into my clit. Sukuna refused to move other than the occasional flick of his tail or flex of his cock. His muscles twitched under my fingers as he held us still. With every pulse through our veins, my walls pulsed around his throbbing erection.

Desperate for release, I raised my head to groan, “Gojo.”

Soft lips against my neck pulled back from perfect teeth. Rough fingers pulled my head back until my hair sank into the red pool. Heavy eyelids opened to four red eyes and tattooed skin under a ceiling of bones. My back arched up into him as he teasingly ran his claws along my spine. Red eyes shone with satisfaction at the look of disappointment in my eyes.

Sukuna lowered his head until his lips brushed the pulsing vein in my throat. “And?”

“Na-ani.” My voice faltered as the King of Curses sank his teeth into my skin.

He held the back of my neck, fingers stretching up into my hair, as my head tipped back. The arm pressed to my back and hands at my waist ensured there was no space between us. His hips began to move, leisurely pulling his tip to my entrance then sliding it back to the hilt. Trapped in his embrace, unable to move my hips, I was forced to endure his laggard pace.

“Kuna?” I whined as my hands slid down to his waist.

“Mm?” Sukuna grunted his response, I could practically hear him say ‘Yes, pet?’ in my mind.

“Harder, ple-ase.” I stuttered when his hips pistoned into mine, muscles taut as he froze in my arms.

His canines tore from my skin as claws raked across my scalp, fisting in my hair. A quiet gasp carried through the room as my head jerked back. I barely had enough time to suck in a breath before I was submerged in thick, red liquid. My nails dug into Sukuna as he forced my back to arch unnaturally. He sank his claws deeper into my flesh, the blood pouring from my hips mixed with the blood beneath.

“Harder? Are you sure you can handle that, slave?” The threatening tone resonating through my mind made it nearly impossible not to fill my lungs with warm, viscous liquid.

The way my walls clenched around his length and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest was the answer Sukuna needed. His claws in my hips held me still while he placed his weight on me, leaning into the pool. His knees forced my legs further apart, my feet resting on the back of his toned thighs.

He sank his claws into the back of my neck, pulling a garbled scream from my lips as he dragged his hand down my back. Leaving five angry lines in my skin, Sukuna grasped my thigh, forcing it down so it draped over his shoulder. My vision turned white as he pummeled into me, each thrust more powerful than the last.

Mouth parted in an inaudible scream, my eyes rolled back in my head as Sukuna reached new depths within me. The blood shook as he pulled me deeper. He released my thigh to wrap his arm around my back, caging me in against him. His lips brushed against my skin, his tongue darting out as he sank his teeth into me.

His chest rumbled against my leg as he groaned against my throat. I shifted to grasp his arm, my other hand circling over the front of his shoulder. Involuntarily clawing at his skin, I screamed as he forced his tail between my folds. His lips pulled back from his teeth as he released my hair.

Sukuna held me to him as he pulled back, cradling my head to his chest as I fought for air. Red tinted hair stuck to my back as I clung to the man I should have run from. Coughing and spluttering, my chest heaved as he waited for me to catch my breath. When he adjusted his canines’ position, tugging at my skin, my eyes opened to roll back into my head.

The faint image of someone standing behind Sukuna jerked my head upright. A low, rumbling chuckle echoed through the room as my gaze focused on two familiar faces. I couldn’t see their eyes, but both men’s lips were firmly pressed together. The pounding in my chest increased when I glanced down, seeing the erection threatening to burst from their pants.

A soft grunt escaped my lips as Sukuna pulled my head down, filling my vision with him. The ripples under my skin were ignored as his tail slipped from between my folds to press at my rear entrance. His eyes glimmered as he thrusted into me with inhuman strength.

The euphoric pain sent me falling over the edge of pleasure I never could have imagined existed. Blood poured from my wounds as my body shook uncontrollably in Sukuna’s grasp. Tight, throbbing walls threatened to force his length from between them. His chest shook under my hands as he pulsated within me, thick cum threatening to leak into the pool below.

I whimpered and rested my head on his chest as he loosened his hold on me. With retracted claws, Sukuna rolled onto his back. Blood ran down my face as I slumped onto him. Weak eyes glimpsed a pair of feet to my side. I relaxed into Sukuna as he ran his hands along my skin. His hands left behind warmth as he healed my wounds. I didn’t need to look to know he left the scars.

Rough fingers cupped my chin, carefully leaning my head back. I opened my eyes to see Nanami’s brown eyes filled with concern and disappointment. Averting my gaze, heat rose to my cheeks as his crouched position did nothing to hide his erection. His thumb swiped across my cheek, wiping away the blood and tears.

“What did you do?” The lack of emotion in my sensei’s voice pulled an involuntary whine from between my lips.

All four of Sukuna’s hands and his tail wrapped around my body, drawing me down to him though his actions contrasted with the taunt in his tone. “Be careful, she’s sensitive right now.”

I watched as Nanami’s gaze raked over my skin. His eyes narrowed at the marks along my back and hips. His jaw clenched as he pushed my hair back, making the scarred bite marks visible. When he noticed the matching mark on Sukuna’s neck, he released a reverberating snarl.

“Blood sharing?! You formed a bond with her?” Nanami shook as he fought to control his anger, though the room shook as his volume rose.

“I gave her what she wanted.” Sukuna snapped back, his tail protectively encircling my waist.

“Did he?” The sound of Gojo’s voice pulled my gaze to him.

“Why do you think you’re here?” Sukuna’s words, his snark, fell from my lips.

A glance down at the satisfied smirk on his lips confirmed my suspicions. He rolled his hips into mine as Nanami ran his thumb across my lips. Firm hands on my waist pushed me down as Sukuna bucked into me. Needing something to brace myself, one hand squeezed Sukuna’s chest while the other wrapped around Nanami’s wrist.

Brown eyes met mine as Sukuna thrusted into me, forcing a moan from between my lips. Nanami’s gaze darkened as we maintained eye contact. His hold on my trembling jaw was gentle yet firm. He rested the pad of his thumb against my lips. Nanami’s adam apple bobbed when I wrapped my tongue around his finger and pulled it into my mouth with a groan.

He pressed his thumb to my tongue for a moment then roughly jerked it out of my mouth. As Nanami rose to his full height, Sukuna arched his hips and thrusted into me. I sank deeper onto Sukuna’s length as he sat up, thick arms entrapping me against his chest. My head fell forward, open lips resting on his skin. A heavy hand on the back of my head encouraged me to bite into him. Warmth filled my mouth as Sukuna pulled me back.

With a soft whine, I opened my eyes as a pair of soft hands on my waist picked me up. I was turned around and placed on another lap. Dragging my gaze up from a toned chest, my breath hitched as I drowned in sky blue eyes. Gojo embraced me as he leaned back. Falling onto my arms, his gaze snapped to where my breasts pressed against him.

He looked up into my eyes as juices leaked from my folds onto his erection. A pair of hands grasped my waist, easily sliding me onto Gojo’s length. Fingers in my hair pulled my head back while Sukuna’s fourth hand pushed into my spine. Muscular thighs invaded my vision as Nanami dropped to his knees. He caressed my cheek before encompassing my face with his fingers, my chin in the palm of his hand.

I lost myself in the compassion buried within brown orbs. My lips parted as Sukuna’s head pushed into me. If it wasn’t for the hands holding me up, I would have collapsed into Gojo when Sukuna thrusted, filling me completely from the back. The man under me released a grunt as my walls tightened around him.

Nanami’s fingers slid down my cheeks, shifting to wrap around my chin. His thumb lightly pulled on my bottom lip until I opened my mouth for him. The movement of his other hand caught my attention. Nanami grasped the hilt of his erection and raised his hips. When I touched the underside with my tongue, the hand in my hair forced my head down.

A harsh grunt came from above me when Nanami’s length was shoved down my throat. Saliva pooled in my mouth, dripping onto his balls as tears sprang from my eyes. Tilting my head back, my vision blurred as I looked up at my mentor. Sukuna held my mouth to Nanami’s hips, making me breathe through my nose or suffocate.

Using my tongue to massage the thick, warm cock in my mouth, tears ran down my face as Sukuna began his relentless pace. Nanami cupped my cheeks in his hands, making the King of Curses let go of my head. Sukuna snarled, but simply placed his hand on my shoulder. His fingers wrapped around the base of my neck.

One of Nanami’s hands moved to cup the back of my head while the other fell to his hip. The fingers at my shoulder reached forward, encompassing my throat. With Gojo’s hands on my waist and Sukuna’s claws in my hips, they held me still while thrusting into me.

“Princess?” Gojo’s lilting voice cut through the wet sounds of all of my holes being filled,

“Mmf?” I groaned into Nanami, moving my hand to squeeze Gojo’s chest.

“Why?” The question made the room go still. Within a moment the surface of the pool became perfectly calm.

Nanami slowly drew his length from my mouth. His fingers slid from my hair to smear my spit across my mouth and chin. Tearing my gaze from curious brown eyes, I sank onto my arms and Gojo’s chest. Sukuna followed me, keeping his body pressed to mine and his lips beside my ear.

“Why what?” My voice was calm, collected despite how my thoughts raced.

Gojo pointedly looked at Sukuna perched over my shoulder and Nanami kneeling above us. When his bright blue eyes met mine again, Sukuna encouragingly pressed his hips into mine. Unsure how to express myself with a mind clouded with lust, pleasure, and pain, I pressed my lips to Gojo’s.

His tongue flicked out, gently pushing its way into my mouth. Soft hands replaced calloused ones, rolling my hips down. Gojo raised his legs, placing his feet further apart for leverage. He slowly thrusted up into me, rolling my hips with every buck of his hips. The harsh movement of Sukuna ramming his hips into mine broke the kiss, my jaw shaking against Gojo’s cheek.

“Sensei—” I moaned as Gojo matched Sukuna’s pace.

Large fingers grasped my chin, sliding down to my neck. Nanami pulled me up until his length touched my lips. The moment my tongue touched him, his hand fisted in my hair and pulled me closer. A warning in his gaze kept my eyes open as my mouth welcomed his erection.

Four sets of hands caressed my skin. Only the occasional rake of claws along my skin and direction of each touch was recognizable. Fingers dug into my hips from above and below. Another wrapped around my throat, limiting the flow of blood to my brain. Two hands encompassed my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples.

Gojo and Sukuna pounded into me with perfectly unbalanced rhythms. Their hips met mine with punishing force seconds after the other. The fingers in my hair tensed as Nanami thrusted his length to the back of my throat. My tongue pressed up into him as I grabbed his thigh. Tears leaked from my eyes as I gagged.

I let out a small whimper as Nanami’s mouth curled into a smirk and his eyes narrowed. His hand fisted in my hair, forcing me to crane my neck. A rough thumb brushed across my cheek, smearing my tears across my skin. Nanami held me still, his gaze never faltering from mine, as he hit the back of my throat with each thrust.

My hands clawed at Nanami’s thigh and Gojo’s chest as they filled me. I fought to breathe through my nose, around the cock in my mouth, but the fingers around my neck prevented me from pulling in enough air. A tug on my hair kept my eyes open as Sukuna’s lips touched my skin.

When his teeth sank into my throat and his tail slipped between Gojo and I, easily finding my clit, my body began to shake uncontrollably. The men sped their pace, thrusting into me with more force than the one before. My hips bucked and walls clenched as Sukuna’s tail rubbed at my clit.

His teeth and claws tore at my skin as they fought to keep me still. My mouth tensed around Nanami as he pounded into me. His balls slapped against my chin as hot, thick cum shot into my throat. The fist in my hair relaxed as I swallowed, gently smoothing down my hair. He slowly pulled his hips back, his thumb catching the bit of cum in the corner of my mouth.

I could feel four pairs of eyes on me as Nanami pushed his finger into my mouth. His eyes shone with pride as I wrapped my mouth around his finger and used my tongue to clean it off. As he pulled his hand away, another reached up to cup my cheek. Long fingers encompassed the back of my head, Gojo’s thumb on my cheek.

“Eyes on me, princess.” The soft command and hand in my hair pulled my gaze down.

A pang shot through my chest when Gojo’s white lashes opened. His lips drew back in a warm smile, revealing pearly white teeth. He carefully drew me closer, an encouraging, clawed hand pressing into my spine. Our lips brushed, his curling into a smirk as he bucked his hips into mine, thrusting a moan from between my lips.

“Dad-dy.” I whined into soft hair now tinted pink.

“That’s it, let daddy take care of you.” Gojo groaned, pulling my head down to rest on his chest. His arm enveloped me, flat against my back with long fingers tangled in my hair. A thumb dug into my hip, holding my side, as he rolled my hips down into his.

Sukuna retracted his claws, slowing his pace to match Gojo’s. A heavy, veined hand fell beside my head, casting ripples across the pool’s surface. His hard chest pressed into my back. Gojo’s hand tightened in my hair as Sukuna adjusted to a deeper angle. The way he pounded into me from above, my lips parted as I struggled to breathe, made my teeth brush across Gojo’s skin.

‘Do it, kitten. You know you want to.’ Sukuna’s deep, taunting voice reverberated in my mind. He filled my thoughts by drowning me in my own memories. The feel of his teeth sinking into my flesh for the first time. His claws sinking into my back, leaving angry red lines along my spine. The warm, thick, metallic taste of his blood pouring into my mouth.

A harsh thrust possessing inhuman strength sank me deeper into Gojo, my teeth involuntarily breaking his skin. The ribs above shook, waves formed in the blood, as the three of us groaned. Nanami swore from where he stood above us, red leaking from my mouth and joining the pool below.

I tried to pull away, clean the mess Sukuna made, but Gojo held me in place. My hand slipped from its position on his chest. Sukuna enveloped my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. A fleeting thought in the Curse’s mind prompted me to offer him my other hand, sliding it across to Gojo’s shoulder. Sukuna eagerly grasped my wrist. His fingers forced mine apart as he held my arms to the ground beside Gojo’s head.

Muscled arms and heavy hands pushed into mine. Sukuna used his weight to trap me against Gojo. The fingers in my hair loosened, gently pulling me into Sukuna. My lips detached as I swallowed, hazily opening my eyes to see Gojo’s skin stained red. The hunger in his blue eyes settled my nerves as his gaze focused on the new scars littering my neck.

One of Sukuna’s hands let go of my waist to grasp the side of my neck. His fingers stretched up to hold my head. Mindlessly tilting my head to the side, my eyelids fluttered as his canines ran down my throat. A soft moan filled the air as his teeth sank into me. Both men flexed within my walls as Sukuna pulled his mouth away, placing a red kiss on the back of my neck.

“Don’t-” Nanami’s voice cut off as Gojo’s lips covered the bleeding mark.

Long, soft fingers cupped the back of my neck as Sukuna’s hand fell to my side. I could feel the King of Curses’ satisfaction when Gojo swallowed. Sukuna urged my consciousness toward my Sensei��s, making me see the indecent positions he had imagined us in. Likewise, Gojo was pulled into my mind.

The moment he realized what happened, Gojo pulled my head into Sukuna’s chest. Blue irises darted to the blood dripping onto his shoulder. The blood below rippled as Nanami crouched beside us. His large fingers grasped my chin, turning my gaze to his. Brown eyes settled on the stream running down my chest before flicking to my hooded lids.

“Nanamin.” Gojo’s hold tightened on my hip, sensing the unease building in my chest.

A large, heavy thumb swiped across my lips, smearing Gojo’s blood across my face. Brown eyes pulled together as Sukuna’s fingers circled my throat. Four red eyes challenged Nanami as soft, warm lips enveloped my bleeding wound.

Nanami brushed his thumb across my chest, painting it red. His eyes focused on the stain across his skin before tearing his gaze to where his hand still held my chin. Our eyes met as he brought the pad of his thumb to my mouth. As my tongue enveloped his finger, Sukuna dug his teeth into my throat.

I groaned into the pad of Nanami’s thumb, my eyes fluttering closed. Nanami dropped his hand from my chin and pushed his thumb into my mouth. Roughly pulling my jaw down, my eyes snapped open to his. Brown irises darted to where Sukuna let rivulets course down my skin. When he saw the plea in my gaze, Nanami pulled his hands away from me.

Sukuna slid the claws on one hand up between my breasts to grasp my throat. He sat up on his knees, pulling my wrists behind me while keeping my back against his chest. With my wrists in one of his hands and another wrapped around my throat, his claws dug into my waist.

Gojo gazed up at me as Sukuna held me upright, his thumbs pressing into my hips. My head fell back as Sukuna’s tail wrapped around my form, the end sliding between Gojo and I. Clutching at Gojo and Sukuna’s arms, they pounded into me as I began to shake. Their fingers dug into my skin, black claws leaving red streams, as they held my bucking hips to theirs.

Sukuna’s tail rubbed my clit, slick with our cum, in rapid circles. His arms encircled my waist. Pulling my wrists, he forced me to arch into him. Through Gojo’s eyes I saw muscular, tattooed arms caging me against an identical chest. I felt the King of Curses and my sensei’s pride at how well I could fit them both. Their blood rushing to their cocks as they watched me convulse in their embrace.

Sukuna tore his teeth from my skin. His hand released my throat as he scratched his way to my waist. He placed his hand between my arms and pushed. I fell into Gojo, hands pushing my hips into Sukuna’s. I screamed into Gojo’s ear as Sukuna pounded deeper into me. Swearing against my hair, Gojo’s balls slapped into me as my walls clenched around him.

Sukuna pulled on my wrists until my fingers touched his stomach while pressing into my spine. He lowered his head to my shoulder, a low growl reverberating against my cheek. His claws sank deeper into my hips as his thrusts became slower, harder. He let go of my back, collapsing onto me with his hand beside Gojo and I’s heads. White cum leaked from my folds to the red pool as my body trembled.

“Good girl.” Gojo panted while brushing my hair behind my shoulder.

Releasing my hands, Sukuna brushed the pad of his thumb across the wound in my neck. Healing it to leave behind a white scar. He ran his tongue along the mark, partially cleaning my skin. Calloused hands caressed my skin as Sukuna placed a kiss on the back of my neck. As his touch retreated, I looked over my shoulder to watch him retreat to his throne while pulling on his kimono.

Ripples coursed under Gojo and I as Nanami knelt behind me. His large hands encompassed my hips, drawing me into him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he turned me around. Before I could sit in his lap, he leaned forward onto Gojo with me in his arms. Their knees pushed mine apart, my legs draping over Gojo’s thighs.

Nanami moved my hair to fall behind Gojo’s shoulder. His bloodied fingers left red lines across my skin as they traced along my neck, down my chest. Fingers rough from years of holding a weapon brushed across my nipple before dropping beside my head. Lowering himself onto muscular forearms, Nanami slid his way between my folds.

His hand dipped into the bloody pool to wrap around my hair. Pulling until my head fell back as his other hand grasped my waist. Gojo lifted my hips, my legs dangling from where they rested on his thighs. He pressed his head against my entrance, filling me completely as he thrusted into me.

My back arched with a cry as both men pistoned their hips into mine. Their hands on me and bodies flush against mine kept me firmly trapped. They pounded against my walls together, hitting my cervix with every thrust. As they stretched my walls, constantly grinding against my g-spot, Gojo slid his hand down my body. Nanami’s fingers tightened in my hair as he replaced Gojo’s hand with his. Deft fingers worked at my clit, slipping in our juices.

My feet sank into the pool, legs spread with Gojo’s thighs between them. He raised his hips, using the new position to thrust into me harder than before. Nanami sank further onto me. His cheek against mine, his breath fanning my ear. Deep grunts caressed my hair as he hit my cervix with every powerful thrust.

I held onto Nanami’s shoulder, my arm wrapped under his and around his back. Reaching behind me, Gojo kissed my palm as my fingers tangled in his damp hair. My head fell back into the pool as I began to tremble between them. They pounded into my bucking hips, using my movements to reach deeper within me.

They groaned against my ears as my walls clenched around them. Gojo massaged my clit in fast, small circles. His fingers slid easily in the cum leaking from between my folds. Prolonging my orgasm, my back arched into Nanami as a scream tore through my throat. Their thrusts gained momentum and strength as they lost their rhythm. Fingers dug into my skin as they coated my walls in white.

The cavern was silent apart from our pants. Their grip loosened, though neither man moved to change positions. They throbbed within my pulsing walls as we fought to catch our breath.

Nanami’s fingers released my hair to loosely hold my shoulder. His lips brushed my cheek as he raised himself, his warm brown gaze settling on mine. A hand calloused from years of holding a weapon caressed my cheek. As his lips touched mine, a snap echoed through the room then everything went black.

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

© LillianaWayne - all rights reserved. Do not copy, modify, repost, or share on other platforms without my express, written permission.

[ggukkieland]

📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 2

*Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love by reblogging and/or commenting on their work 🥰. 

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕Completed - completed one shots | series 🌹 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 🌷 with reaction/commentary (if reading reactions help)

PART 1  (most of the fics were part of my Dec reads but I opted to post my favorite holiday-themed fics instead to match the 🎄☃️❄️🎄mood)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - JJK | 16.1k (so far) | Bad Boy AU, Good Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU | S, slight A, slight F ~ [2/?] + [2 Drabbles] 

Bad Influence 🌷

Bad Behavior

Drabbles [2/?] 

Before You @ephemeralkookie - JJK | 21k (so far) | Tattooed!JK, Friends to Lovers, Parents AU | F, S, A

Original Story 🌷

Other stories in the Before You Universe

Countermelody @bonvoyagenoona  - MYG | 54.8k |  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Producer AU, Music AU | F, S, A ~ [3/5]

Dissonance

Tuning

Syncopation

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | 32.3k | CEO!reader, Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F ~ [6/10] 

Driving Me Wild @koorara - JJK |  13.2k | followed roommate demon Jungkook to hell, Demon AU, Soulmate AU, Roommate AU  | F ~ [3/? + 1/? Drabble]  (this is really cute 🥰) 

01 02 03  🌷

Halloween Special

In the Middle @taetemae - JJK x Reader x MYG | 7.6k | Love Triangle AU, Unrequited Love AU | A, S [1/3] 

Little Mouse @jjungkookislife - JJK | 19k | Established Relationship, College AU, Frat Boy AU, College AU | F, S, slight A ~ [8/?] 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 

Christmas Special

Valentine’s Day

Maybe I Do @jiminssthetic - KTH | 96k | CEO AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers | A, F, S ~ [6/11] 

My Tears Ricochet Drabble Series @augustbutwinter - KTH | 1.9k | Ghost AU, Roommate AU | F, A ~ [2/12]

Pearls & Poinsettias @chillingkoo - JHS | 12k | CEO AU, Escort AU, Christmas AU | S, F ~ [2/3] 

01 02

Still reading ongoing series from previous reading lists, whenever there is an update 😊

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Asmodeus @jingabitch - one shot | 3.6k | Demon AU, Witch!Reader - While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon | S  (I love this! spooky yet 🔥) 🌷

Friction @bangtanbetchfics - series | 27.5k | Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, CEO AU, feat matchmaker assistants VMIN | S, F ~ [4/4] 

01 02 03 04

Seokjin

Aubade @junghelioseok - one shot | 9.9k | One Night Stand AU, Snowed In | S 🌷

Mea Culpa @jinned -  one shot | 16.9k | Warlock AU, demon realm | S, F, A

That Famous Happy Ending @jinpanman - drabble | 2.3k | Royalty AU, Enchanted AU, Seokjin as Prince Edward | F

Uptown Girl @moononthejoon - one shot |  16.4k | part of the Playlist series, Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, S

Yoongi

a love that endures @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 14.4k | High School Reunion AU, Exes to Lovers |  F, minor A

Eargasm  @lavishedinjimin - one shot |  9.5k | Phone Sex AU, Sex Hotline AU | S  🌷 (a re-read; imagine yoongi’s honey voice 🥵💦)

Untitled  @bxebxee - drabble | 1.8k | exes(?), “Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years” | A, S (this is good, can’t believe it’s only 1.8k felt like a lot happened) 🌷

Hoseok 

A Court of Curses @readyplayerhobi - one shot | Vampire Prince x Witch!Reader, Arranged Marriage AU | S, A, F 🌷

Sometimes I Don’t Like Being Last On Your List @honeytae - one shot | 3.2k | Established Relationship, Slice of Life, arguments | A, F

The Compromise @chim-chimmie  - one shot | 12.8k | Enemies to Lovers, kind of Fuckboy AU | A, S, F

Jimin

Could Have Been You @ressjeon - drabble | 832 | bickering exes | A but in a cute way? 😁 (author considering turning it into one shot so here’s my vote 💕)

For Whom the Bell Tolls @softyoongiionly - one shot | 8k | Fantasy AU, Mythology AU, Demi-god AU | A, F, S 🌷

Remedy for Mondays @dovechim​ - series | 41.9k | Co-worker AU, Fake Pregnancy AU (lol), Fake Dating AU, fake baby daddy 😅 | F, A, S (actually a re-read because I miss HR Namjoon 🥰)

01 02 03 04

Try Me @jjkxla - series | 11k | Gang AU, Neighbor AU | A, S ~ [4/4] (I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr 🥰)

Prologue 01 02 03

Taehyung

Boy With Luv by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 11.6k | Idol AU, established relationship, healing/comfort fic, Slice of Life | F, S 

Get You The Moon @bymoonchild - one shot | 19.6k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Football AU, Jock!Taehyung, Student Reporter!OC | A, F, S 🌷 (a re-read🥰)

Kismesis @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 7.1k | Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating for free cakes, Holiday AU | F 🌷

Tease @caiuscassiuss - one shot | 13k | Brother’s Bestfriend AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Jungkook

The Accountant @avveh - one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP 

After Hours @zibermuda - one shot | 4k | CEO AU, Assistant!OC | S, F 🌷

Anpanman 🌷 @honeymoonjin - one shot | 6.6k |  part of the love yourself collab, Bestfriends AU, Fake Dating to get cheaper therapy lol 😅 | S, F, A 🌷

A Scum’s Wish @bobagukk - one shot | 4.3k | based on the anime of same title, FWB AU, Rebound(?) AU, Unrequited AU (they’re in love with other people) | A, slight S 

Beast by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.1k | established relationship, jealous Kook | S, A, F

Begin Again @jinings - one shot | 10.4k | Single Dad AU, Blended!AU (like the movie), Vacation AU, teacher!reader | F, S, A 🌷

Canceled by zibermuda - one shot (but writer said there’ll be pt2?) | 6.4k | Blogger AU | S 🌷

The Dark Prince @jkeuphoriadreamland - series | 44.1k | Curse AU, Royalty AU, Yandere themes | A, S ~ [8/8] (😥 poor prince Koo)

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Daydreams @voidswan - drabble | 1.3k | Jungkook has dreams about a woman he had never ever seen in his life | S 🌷

Deep Six @bratkook - two shot | 40.3k | (rival) Gang AU, infidelity/forbidden love, action | A, S, F ~ [2/2] 🌷

01 02

Delete Voicemail? feat Taehyung @evangelene - one shot | 5k | Exes AU, Established Relationship, it’s just 😭 | 🌷

Fierce & Delicate + Felicity @mintseesaw - two shot | 22.4k Established Relationship, Husband AU, her parents don’t approve | A, F, S ~ [2/2] 🌷

Heated @whatifyoulivelikethat- one shot | 5.8k | Bestfriends AU, dom-sub conversation that led to more 😉 | S, A 🌷

Is Your Refrigerator Running? @joheun-saram - one shot | 4.2k | Fratboy AU, College AU, prank calls | F, humor 🌷

It Takes Two @suqakoo - one shot | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, CEO AU, fashion designer!reader, Spring AU | A, F, S 🌷 (actually a re-read, author accidentally deleted her fics) ⭐one of my ultimate favorites⭐

A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone @mimikookie - one shot | 12.5k | bestfriends to lovers, friends celebrating 10 years of friendship | S, F (read this on AO3 before 🤔)

Love You, Crazy @vinterjeon - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, LDR | F, S

The Masked Stranger @nottojay - one shot | 2.9k | Friends to Lovers, One Night Stand (sort of), Masquerade AU | S, F 🌷

Night Apple is Poison Apple @helvonasche - series | 30.5k | OC came back to town, childhood acquaintances turned FWB AU | S, A, F ~ [10/10]

Strings Attached  by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

Sorry + I’m Not Sorry by bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A, F   🌷

A Touch of Fate by yoonia - one shot | 9.2k | follow up to We Are All Dreamers, soulmate AU, ex-E2L, Neighbors AU, Established Relationship | F, S 🌷

You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A 🌷

Youngblood by jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷 (had to read it again, I just noticed the new banner 🥰)

Multi

love triangles, here we go 💔💔💔

🌹 Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Egotistic @pasteljeon - one shot | 4.4k | Childhood Friends AU, College AU, FWB AU | S, A, F 

Threads @yoonia - one shot | 7.2k | Slice of Life, One-sided Love AU, Infidelity AU | S, A, F

🌹  Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Heartbeat @xbaepsae -  two-shot |  24.9k | Musician AU, Unrequited Love AU, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle AU | A, S, F ~ [2/2] (💔 my heart)

01 02

🥕 posted: 2021 Jan 28 🥕 link to other reading lists  🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

[awilddreamermain]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐀𝐔 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 — Disney Fairy Tales | Brother's Grimm

⠀⠀↳ We all know where the cute little tales from Disney originated, right? This is your chance to explore the origins in your own creatuve ways! Do you have to base your stories off the Grimm Brother's tales? No! Feel free to watch a Disney movie for inspiration! This can be as cute and fluffy as you wish or as dark and unsettling as you want.

𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 — DS, MHA, AoT, JJK, + TR

⠀⠀↳ Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Tokyo Revengers! This was originally a KNY (Demon Slayer) collab but I decided to welcome others!

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — Link

⠀⠀↳ You can use this playlist for inspiration or if you just wanna listen to music, your choice. You can even use them as prompts if you want to!

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

⠀⠀I. You must be 18 years or older to participate in this collab. No age or any indication that you're an adult? Blocked. All characters must be 18+ as well.

⠀⠀II. Nsfw, Sfw, and Dark Content are welcome! Make sure you tag them accordingly or I will not accept your piece into the masterlist.

⠀⠀III. Female, male, and gender neutral readers are accepted. This is a character x reader collab, more than one character in one story is welcome!

⠀⠀IV. Minimum word count of 500, headcanons and drabbles are welcome! Art is also welcome and encouraged!

⠀⠀V. Pick from the list of themes below that you'd like to do! You can choose whether it's fantasy or modern but stick to the theme! You don't have to copy the whole movie or story plot, just keep the central idea. Hell, you can turn your stories into musicals! I'm allowing a single character to be chosen at least 4 times, because I know I myself would like to do certain ones and want other people to be able to as well. Make sense?

⠀⠀VI. Please tag #when the clock strikes midnight collab when you are finished! You can post up until the due date as well.

⠀⠀VII. The due date is October 31st to give you guys time to write!

❀ Send an ask or DM me if you'd like to join! Feel free to ask any questions.

𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔

❀ Beauty & the Beast

❀ Cinderella

❀ Rapunzel

❀ Snow White

❀ Sleeping Beauty

❀ Mulan

❀ Princess & the Frog

❀ 101 Dalmations

❀ Little Red Ridinghood

❀ Robin Hood

❀ The Little Mermaid

❀ Alice in Wonderland

❀ Peter Pan

❀ Literally any Disney Movie, trope, etc!

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

❀ Demon Slayer

↳ Beauty & the Beast | Rengoku + Sanemi x Reader — @me

↳ The Little Mermaid | Tanjirou x Reader — @cherryackerman

↳ The Little Mermaid | Rengoku x Reader — @aka-yuki-no-hana

❀ My Hero Academia

↳ Rapunzel | Hawks x Reader — @autumnalsteahouse

↳ Snow White | Bakugou x Reader — @cupcake-rogue

↳ Hercules | Midoriya x Reader — @prinvil

↳ Cinderella | Bakugou x Reader — @tamasgoodgirl

❀ Attack on Titan

↳ Sleeping Beauty | Jean x Reader — @kimmytrash

↳ Sleeping Beauty | Eren x Reader — @beelziee

↳ Aladdin | Levi x Reader — @levi-supreme

↳ Mulan | Levi x Reader — @bakugosbratx

❀ Jujutsu Kaisen

↳ Little Red Ridinghood | Sukuna x Reader — @sukunas-angel

↳ Peter Pan | Yuuji x Reader — @badboyitadori

❀ Tokyo Regengers

↳ Little Red Ridinghood | Mikey x Reader — @nozomiasl

↳ Cinderella | Draken x Reader — @aphelion-comets-main

[yuujispinkhair]

Enchanted to meet you - A Taylor Swift themed collab for your anime faves

This is my 500 followers event. Thank you so much to all you lovely people who decided to follow me! I love Taylor Swift, and her songs are an endless inspiration for dreaming about my anime faves and thinking about fics I want to write about them. So I thought, why not make a collab out of this! I hope you are as inspired by her lyrics as I am. I wanted to add a little fun idea to it, so I decided to make song groups based on the different tropes and Alternate Universes they make me think of.

The groups are as follows:

Mafia AU/ Crime AU / Bodyguard AU

Friends to lovers / Secret lovers / Friends with benefits

Enemies to lovers / Forbidden love / Fake dating AU

Fantasy AU / Royalty AU / Historical AU

Coffee shop AU / Flower shop AU / College AU

Heartbreak / Hurt and comfort / Second chances / Angst

Soulmates AU / Weddings / Domestic bliss

If you want some examples for the different tropes and AU's just send me an ask and I'll gladly help! You will find the songs further down under the cut. Please read the rules! This is an 18+ collab. Minors don't interact.

The rules:

You must be 18+ and have your age in your bio or pinned post.

You don't have to follow me to join

The deadline is Yuuji's birthday on March 20

The fandoms you can write for are Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, and Attack on Titan. It's ok, though, if you want to add another fandom. Just let me know.

You can write safe for work/not safe for work/dark content, but please tag it appropriately and also put content warnings in the description of your fic.

The minimum word count is 500, but there's no max word count.

The characters you write for have to be aged up so they are at least 18.

Pairings can be character x reader or character x character. Polyships are fine too.

Character repeats are allowed, but each song is only available once.

I put the songs into groups that I think fit them. If you want a specific song, though, and want to write it for another group, it's ok too. Just let me know so I can change it.

The songs are supposed to be an inspiration for the story you write. You can include the lyrics I picked or use another part of the song. Or you don't include the lyrics but just write a story that represents the feeling the song gives you. Any of that is fine.

The pronouns used in the songs can be changed, of course.

If you have another Taylor Swift song that you'd like to use, you can join with that song, too!

To join:

Read the rules

Send me an ask with the character(s) and fandom + song you want to write for + which trope/AU you want to write. (For example: Fushiguro Toji of JJK + So it goes + Crime AU)

(Since I am going to write a Yuuji Royalty AU with an arranged marriage trope for this collab, I want to ask you to not request the same combination because it would give me huge anxiety aaahh, I hope you understand! Arranged marriage is open for other characters, though!)

You can start posting as soon as you like. Please tag me in the post.

Make sure to tag your content appropriately if it contains smut and/or dark themes. And include a content warning in the story description.

The deadline is March 20.

The songs:

Here's the Spotify playlist

Mafia AU/Crime AU/Bodyguard AU:

Ready for it?:

But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist, and We'll move to an island, and he can be my jailer

Cowboy like me:

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me

I know places: @crybabysano Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader: Serial killer, Crime AU

Baby, I know places we won't be found And they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

So it goes:

You know I'm not a bad girl, but I Do bad things with you

No body no crime:

I think he did it, but I just can't prove it No, no body, no crime

Friends to lovers/Secret lovers/Friends with benefits:

Dress: @hoobish Mitsuya x Reader: Friends to lovers: Falling like the stars

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

You belong with me:

Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Cruel Summer:

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Paper Rings:

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

You are in love: @naviavu Sukuna x Reader: Friends with benefits

One night, he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was, he is in love

It's nice to have a friend: @lovesatoru Jean Kirstein x Reader: Friends to lovers

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow

Enemies to Lovers/Forbidden love/Fake dating AU:

Don't blame me:

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Illicit affairs: @officialbunnie Eren x Reader: Forbidden love

You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

Treacherous:

And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand

Wildest dreams:

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well

Blank space:

"Oh my God, look at that face You look like my next mistake Love's a game, wanna play?"

Sparks fly:

My mind forgets to remind me You're a bad idea

Fantasy AU / Royalty AU / Historical AU

King of my heart: @yuujispinkhair Itadori Yuuji x Reader: Arranged marriage, Royalty AU

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body, and soul

Love story:

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Enchanted: @unlit-memories Itadori Yuuji x Fushiguro Megumi: Fantasy AU

This night is sparkling Don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck Blushing all the way home

Begin again: @mitsuyaya Fushiguro Toji x Reader: Reincarnation AU: Affinity between the past and the present

I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wеdnesday in a café, I watched it begin again

Today was a fairytale:

Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me

Ivy:

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

Wonderland:

We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it

Coffee shop AU / Flower shop AU / College AU

Mine:

You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables Left a small town and never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear of falling Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

Betty:

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me?

Everything has changed: @florasuno Itadori Yuuji x Reader: College AU

All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours

22: @manjiken Geto Suguru x Reader: Coffeeshop AU

It feels like a perfect night For breakfast at midnight To fall in love with strangers

Heartbreak / Hurt and comfort / Second chances / Angst

I wish you would:

I wish you would come back Wish I never hung up the phone like I did, I Wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I live

The last time: @betheydocrimewrites Fushiguro Toji x Reader: Heartbreak

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list

Death by a thousand cuts: @seychellse Okkotsu Yuuta x Reader: Hurt and comfort

My heart, my hips, my body, my love Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch

This love:

This love left a permanent mark This love is glowing in the dark, These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me

I don't wanna live forever: @pookiepoodle Itadori Yuuji x Reader: Hurt and comfort: I just wanna keep calling your name

I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

Soulmates AU / Weddings / Domestic bliss

Invisible string:

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Call it what you want:

I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck Chain 'round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me

All too well: @fandomcrysis Gojo Satoru x Reader: Soulmates AU: All the hours I lost

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'Til you tore it all up

Speak now:

Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door

Lover: @seychellse Kugisaki Nobara x Reader: Domestic bliss

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever

New Year's Eve:

But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

I have a lot more songs for this collab, so if you need more inspiration, I'll gladly help!

The pronouns of the lyrics can be changed of course! This collab is for all sexualities and gender identities, and I'd love to see some diversity. If you have any questions you can send me an ask anytime! I hope some of you will join and we'll all have fun writing!

[sukirichi]

Kamo Escorts | JJK Collab (OPEN and ACCEPTING!)

Welcome to Kamo Escorts, where pleasure and elegance, dreams and reality, are all attainable at the palm of your hands through a golden coin. 

KAMO ESCORTS COLLAB — heavenly pleasure ; a playlist by @fushigurocockslut​

banner by @gojos-mochi​

Rules in Booking: 

Send me a dm/ask regarding your chosen character and the AU 

You must be 18 or above to join. 

Escorts are NOT the same as prostitutes/hookers. If you have any questions regarding the difference or any clarifications, feel free to ask me about it

Dark Content is accepted and encouraged. Just make sure to tag and note the warnings properly.

Deadline of the Escort Events: up until June 15, 2021 only!

You cannot take the AU for the same character anymore once it’s booked by others already ~

You can write more than one character, but only one work per character only! (You can write for Gojo and Nanami, but only one story for each)

Use the tag #kamoescortcollab and #jujutsuescorts

The list of prompts/pairings down below are just suggestions and ideas! Feel free to send in your own pairing and AU if none of the ideas below are to your liking <3

There’s no minimum word count, but longer stories (1k+) are encouraged and preferred!

Please age up minor characters!

If you need any help with sharing ideas/plot construction, I’m all ears! 

Bullet points with no names beside them means they’re free!

please join abdksksks dont flop me lmao 😭😭😭💕💕💕

au suggestions!

• “i’m your rival's escort and you kidnapped me...jokes on us cuz my client won’t bail me but i can free myself with my service au”

• “my client is a mafia boss...he wants to extend my service for two more months but his rival booked me next week already”

• “my client is my doctor”

• “my client is my college professor who failed me 💀”

• rival escorts au 

• my ex is my escort 

• “ive been flirting with you for weeks but then i find you're dating my friend when you show up in a ball but...oh youre an escort?”

• “I was hired to appease my client’s nosey grandparent but now I’ve been written into the will”

•  “my ex invited me to their wedding and I wanna upstage them cause it didn’t end well between us”

• more to be added...send prompts/pairings/ideas into my dm’s/asks

KAMO ESCORTS PROUDLY PRESENTS THEIR BEST ESCORTS...

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

• ceo! gojo x escort reader | @gojos-mochi

​• gojo x celebrity reader | @sukirichi

• “I was hired to appease my client’s nosey grandparent but now I’ve been written into the will” | @weakass-penn

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

• professor geto x escort reader | @noritoshiikamo | peach play

• geto x rich! bratty reader | @fushigurocockslut | cry baby

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

• nanami x ceo client reader | @myrandomoc | a night to remember

𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

• megumi x classmate! Reader + my ex is my escort au | @your-average-weeb-dealer

𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

• shy! yuuta x femdom! escort reader | @nakachuchu​ | Room 603

• toji x escort! reader + “my client is a mafia boss...he wants to extend my service for two more months but his rival booked me next week already” | @megumifushi​ | daddy issues

• yuuta x escort! reader + “being away from your friends stresses you out so i was hired to come travel with you” | @aprosperlys​

𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

𝐂��𝐨𝐬𝐨 

• escort! choso x neighbour! reader | @sukirichi​ | easy

• “My friends hired an escort for my birthday party who happens to be my friend from elementary school who I haven't seen in years” | @thethyri

𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢

• sexiest choso fic ever *lip bite* | @chosonore​ | infatuation

• “I was hired to appease my client’s nosey grandparent but now I’ve been written into the will” | @weakass-penn

• officer yuuji x escort reader | @insufferablepanda | white lies

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨

• escort! mahito x idol! fem reader | @nkogneatho​​​

[hisgoodpuppy]

guide

- full fics will include word count

- hybrids = short playlist (4-6 songs) + fic

- ❀ = collab pieces

current WIP(s):

(dark content) brother!izuku

vampire!shinsou + playlist

bakugo x fem!reader x izuku (failing relationship)

playlists: izuku, bakugo, baji

🐾 BNHA

shinsō hitoshi

quirks of being a wallflower (3.1k) || smut

speak ft. inumaki toge (jjk) || smut

bass player shinsou || drabble

making out in a club ft.paralyzer || drabble

smut drabbles: 1 2

midoriya izuku

a gift that keeps on giving (2.9k) || smut ❀

you’re just doing your job (1.9K) || hybrid

crying + cumming || smut

emo!izuku || smut

comfort: 1 2 3

kirishima ejiro

pulling your panties off || thirst

multiple characters

band au ft. midoriya, bakugo, kiri, denki, shinsou

🐾 JJK

inumaki toge

speak ft. shinsō hitoshi (bnha) || smut

fushiguro megumi

smell of sleep || smut

itadori yuji

sub!yuji || thirst

nanami kento

work function w chubby gf || thirst

multiple characters

underwear they wear-jjk men w pics || hcs

🐾 HAIKYUU

tsukishima kei

specs || smut

semi eita

dirty ft. no.1 party anthem || drabble

aone

with bunny!gf || thirst

🐾 TOKYO REVENGERS

ken ryujin/ draken

pov: motorcycle ride through tokyo || hybrid

mitsuya takashi

poc: he treats you like a queen || hybrid

multiple characters

soft doms draken + mitsuya || smut

🐾 MULTIFANDOM

log ride (soaked) sunshine boys || smut

resident sleepy boys || smut

sunday mornings w your fave || fluff

🐾 SERIES

strange roommates hcs

shinsou hitoshi + kenma kozume

yuji itadori + bokuto kotaro

midoriya izuku + yamaguchi tadashi

keigo takami + satoru gojo

[chaotic-nick]

RULES:

-Must be 18+ to join, make sure you have your age in your bio. Or dm me.

- SFW & NSFW are allowed, tag them accordingly. Headcanons, Oneshots, anything and everything is welcome!

- No minimum word count

- NO DEADLINE, initially it was on the 22nd of May 2022 (my one year anniversary)

Fandoms: AOT, JJK, Haikyuu, BNHA and underrated fandoms (but will be put in another masterlist)

Why?

In honour of me nearly ending my semester, and just getting on my feet after such a low period of my life, I want to celebrate with this collab, It was reserved for when I reached a specific number of followers, but why not now!

Since I haven't reached much of a following, I'm relying on reblogs to get participants!

What?

(taken from google) 'a genre of Japanese comics and animated films aimed primarily at a young female audience, typically characterized by a focus on personal and romantic relationship'

Write for your fave characters in a shoujo anime plot, it can be from a shoujo anime (Gekkan Nozaki-Kun, Special A, Ore monogatari) or shoujo manga that's yet to be adpated into a series (Strobe Edge, Zettai Kerashi)

If you've never watched a shoujo anime before you can use a shoujo anime plot generator (It's super random and fun)

How?

You can participate by sending me an ask or via dm, specifying what you'd like to enter (oneshot/ headcanons/ drabbles/ art/ moodboards or playlists) if it's sfw or nsfw

Please reblog the rules page (this one) with the the hashtag 'nicks shoujo event' after you're added to the list!

Specific stuff:

Can I still join the collab if I know what anime to write for but not who yet? Yes! Just shoot me a DM whenever you've made up your mind.

I joined the collab wanting to write for 'x' anime, can I still change my mind after I've joined? Yep, just send me a dm if this ever happens!

I joined the collab to write one-shots, and now I want to write headcanons. Can I change that? YES!

MASTERLIST