#panda x y/n

[zapreportsblog]

↱ cursed animal ↰

➘ summary : panda isn’t the only animal at jujutsu technical college

With ears that perked up at the slightest sound and a tail that swayed rhythmically, (Y/N) moved with a grace that belied her animalistic features. She was accustomed to the curious glances and occasional whispers that followed her, but she had also found a group of friends who accepted her for who she was, cursed animal and all.

Her friends were members of the Kyoto school, known for their formidable skills and strong teamwork. Panda, Maki, and Toge were among the first to look beyond (Y/N)'s appearance and see the person within.

As the group sat together during a break between classes, Panda's curious eyes sparkled as he looked at (Y/N). "You know, you're pretty unique, (Y/N). Not every cursed spirit has your level of... human-ness."

Maki gave Panda a pointed look. "Don't be rude."

(Y/N) chuckled, her tail swishing behind her. "It's okay, Panda. I know I'm not your typical cursed spirit."

Toge, who communicated through a series of hand signals, chimed in with a smile, "You're our friend, (Y/N). That's all that matters."

As the conversation continued, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging that she had rarely experienced before. Her friends were like-minded individuals who had faced their own challenges and prejudices. Despite their differences, they had formed a bond that went beyond appearances and abilities.

Later that day, (Y/N) found herself in a training session with her friends. Each of them showcased their unique jujutsu skills, ranging from Panda's incredible strength to Maki's weapon mastery. (Y/N)'s abilities were less overt, a blend of agility, speed, and an uncanny connection to the natural world around her.

Toge's eyes lit up as he saw (Y/N) maneuver gracefully through a series of dodges and counterattacks. He signed to her, "You're amazing, (Y/N)."

She grinned back, her movements fluid and confident. "You're not too bad yourself, Toge."

After the training session, the group sat together, catching their breath. Panda let out a satisfied sigh. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Maki nodded, a rare smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, we do."

As the sun began to set, (Y/N) looked around at her friends, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges they faced as jujutsu sorcerers, they had found solace and support in each other's company. It was an unlikely bond forged in the fires of adversity, a testament to the power of friendship that transcended appearances and differences.

And as they headed back to their dorms, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that she was exactly where she was meant to be – among friends who accepted her fully, cursed animal traits and all.

where (y/n) encounters a group of students from another class who mock and make fun of her because of her cursed animal appearance. She tries to ignore them at first, but their taunts become increasingly hurtful. Just as she's about to reach her breaking point, her friends from the Kyoto school step in to defend her.

As (Y/N) made her way through the courtyard, she couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. She had always been used to the occasional stares and whispers, but today was different. A group of students from another class had taken it upon themselves to make her the subject of their mockery.

Their laughter and taunts followed her, like venomous darts aimed at her heart. She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her composure. She knew that reacting would only fuel their cruelty, so she kept her head down and continued walking, willing herself to ignore them.

But the comments grew louder, more hurtful, and impossible to ignore. Words like "freak" and "abomination" cut through the air, each one like a stab to her confidence. She felt her eyes well up with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

Just as she felt like she was about to reach her breaking point, a strong presence intervened. Panda, Maki, and Toge stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of anger and determination. Panda's voice carried across the courtyard, cutting through the taunts like a blade.

"Enough! That's not how we treat each other here."

Maki's gaze was icy as she spoke, her voice firm. "Mocking someone for their appearance shows nothing but your own ignorance."

Toge signed with a stern expression, his fingers punctuating his words with intensity. "Kindness and respect are the true signs of strength."

The group of mockers seemed taken aback by the sudden intervention. The atmosphere shifted, and the courtyard fell into a tense silence. (Y/N) blinked back her tears, her heart warming at the sight of her friends standing up for her.

Panda stepped closer to (Y/N), offering a reassuring smile. "You don't have to listen to their garbage, (Y/N). We're here for you."

Maki's gaze was unwavering as she added, "You're part of our team, and no one has the right to belittle you."

Toge signed with a determined expression, his hands forming words that spoke volumes. "You're not alone, (Y/N). We stand together."

As the words sank in, (Y/N)'s trembling subsided. The pain of the mocking words was still there, but it was overshadowed by the support and strength radiating from her friends. She looked at them, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky but genuine.

Panda grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Anytime, (Y/N). We've got your back."

Maki's stern expression softened into a small smile. "Remember, their words say more about them than they do about you."

Toge signed with a reassuring gesture, his fingers spelling out a message of unity. "We're a team, (Y/N), and that means standing up for each other."

With her friends by her side, (Y/N) felt a renewed sense of confidence. The hurtful taunts may have stung, but the strength of their bond was a shield against the negativity. As they walked away, the courtyard seemed a little brighter, a testament to the power of true friendship in the face of adversity.

[inwumaki]

Jealous Jealous Jealous boy~

Anime: Jjk/Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Yuta Okkotsu ft. Yuji Itadori

Synopsis: Headcanons on jealous best friend Yuta? [Fluff!!]

Jealous bestfriend Yuta at first did not understand his feelings he was very oblivious but when he returned back from Africa and saw you all buddy buddy with the new first year Yuji Itadori something clicked in him.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta definitely went over to Inumaki, Panda and Maki. They were the ones to point it out that he probably liked you. Yuta was at denial at first but when he thought about it more he realized they were right.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta would always come stand beside you whenever he saw you alone with Itadori, he would internally be in a conflict with himself—one side calling him shameless for acting like that and the other...well just wants you to himself.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta would probably overthink to himself and get insecure at the sight of your enjoying yourself with Itadori, at some point he probably even considered giving up his feelings but then you would come to him randomly and rant about the most random things he couldn't help but sit there and admire you.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta would do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to distract you from Itadori, you plan on going somewhere with the guy? Suddenly Yuta is feeling sick...you and Itadori have a mission together? Suddenly he's free and wants to join you two, Itadori and you are about to give eachother a friendly hug? Suddenly Yuta's head is aching and you have to escort him to his dorm. He would make the most random excuses just for you to not get too close to Yuji.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta often worry if you figured him out yet. Well to answer that you didn't—why? Well you would think he's still hasn't moved on from Rika, it's not like you wouldn't notice how weird he acted whenever you were with Yuji but you shrugged it off.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta would be insanely clingy whenever he got jealous.

Jealous bestfriend Yuta when he once saw you hug Itadori his heartbeat stopped, he could swear on Gojo sensei. That day was the end of his patience, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you aside, his face all flushed and blushy mushy..

He softly mumbled "why can't you see?" You obviously being confused asked him what's wrong "is everything fine Yuu? You seem-" Yuta was quick to speak up, his face might be red but he had a confident face on "No everything is not fine..you're always with Itadori, what about me?". "What about you? You're my bestfrie-" Yuta cut you off "that's the reason everything is not fine...I like you, can't you see?".

Well that's how it went.

[pseudowho]

The Chase

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Kento doesn't appreciate your insistence on No-Nut November. At a Curse-user VS Jujutsu Sorcerer event with the students, Kento hunts you down in a slow-burning, cat-and-mouse, smutty thrill ride.

WARNINGS: 18+, Oral sex (F2M), BDSM, use of toys, some subtle knife-play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, PiV sex, Nanami Kento falling off his perch and Inumaki being an absolute menace, Y/N is a Jujutsu High teacher with a badly explained technique

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"AND WHAT SAY WE TO DEATH, CHILDREN?"

"NOT TODAY!" "SALMON!"

Satoru beamed and clapped at the fighting words of his students, who rustled together and chatted in excitement for their team training day. You smiled fondly at your students (Nobara, Yuuji and Inumaki particularly pumped), but you felt a shiver run down your chest and shoulders.

Kento's eyes bore only into you, and as he pulled the black leather glove tighter to his hand, you felt heat blossom in your belly and pussy. Team game or not, you knew, as a bead of sweat dripped between your cleavage- not unnoticed by Kento, whose wolfish smirk only grew, cock twitching in his black jumpsuit- that you were his prey today, and his alone.

The hunt was on- and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

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Kento clipped a suitcase shut, and zipped his satchel with a huff, mentally ticking off his to-do list, before the team training day which he was in no mood for. While you trailed in and out of the bedroom behind him, every time you brushed past his back, or your fingers grazed his to take something from the bed, his skin turned electric. He reached down to his crotch and squeezed his cock with a suppressed growl; he had been half-hard for weeks, all because of you and your stupid game. No-Nut November was a fucking ridiculous concept, and you had a lot to answer for. Silent and stewing, his strong shoulders were rock solid, as he imagined taking you on the bed, in the shower wet and pink as he hammered into you from behind, making you ride him on the sofa until you were floppy and pliable and begging him to cum inside you, and--

"Kento, are you alright? It is a bit hot in here. You look all sweaty." Feigning concern, and reaching up to scratch your nails through the back of his undercut, you knew exactly what was wrong with your fiancé. Kento's head preened backwards, shivering into your nails, and he turned, pressing you against the wall, his usual gentleness barely winning over his insistence, his need.

"We don't need to continue these silly games any longer, do we darling?" he crooned into your neck, voice honey-laced and persuasive, "You're feeling it too. I know. There would be no winners or losers, here." One muscled forearm pressed against the wall above your head, tongue licking slow circles on your decolletage, while the other hand ghosted over your nipple, tweaking softly. Kento's cock ached desperately, pressing against you. His heart dropped as you laughed and kissed him playfully, sliding out from under his towering frame.

"It's the 28th today, Kento. We're nearly there. Just imagine how good we're going to feel on the 1st." Truth be told, you were absolutely desperate, growing more so as his attempts to seduce you had grown more bawdry, more wiley. Abandoning towels completely as he padded around the house after his shower. Spooning you all night so you couldn't escape from his cock, hard and heavy against your lower back. Choosing movies with only the best sex scenes and tracing the outline of your pussy under the blanket.

You wanted to see him unhinged. You wanted him rough, heavy and all at once, his anger and frustration taken out on your quaking body. You wanted to see just how far you could deny him before he snapped and ate you out for hours, just to hear you fall apart above him. You had even wickedly pondered the possibility of denying him on the 1st.

Kento laughed sardonically, still leaning on his forearm against the wall. The cold in his voice sent icy trickles through your clit and nipples, and even the standing hairs on the back of your neck listened as that same cold voice began to speak to you.

"So this is how you want it? You want me begging?" He shifted his weight, and you could tell he was trying to find some relief for his hard cock in his tight jeans. "So it's a team game today, right? Curse-users VS Jujutsu sorcerers, hiding and hunting, using all of your best espionage techniques to get out victorious, right?" You remained quiet, pretending to finish packing, ears intently pricked.

"We aren't, of course, on the same team- why would we be? So all this time, you've been the bad guy, and today we swap."  His voice dropped an octave, and you jumped as his breath ghosted millimetres away from your ear, not even feeling him move towards you. His hand drew roughly round your hip and clasped your pussy hard, making you squeak, "Today, I'm the bad guy. Would you fancy your chances against a Curse-user like me?"

He stepped away, leaving you flushed and thrilled, panting at the threat and promise.

Kento was now taking the suitcase and bags to the door, seemingly unaffected. He called from the hallway.

"Oh and, darling? I think you'd better give me a safe word. Or god knows what I'll do with you once I catch you."

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It was late, nearly 10pm, as Kento drew the car smoothly into a bay, pulling up the handbrake. You stepped out into the underground car park of the shopping centre, turned into a vast playground for Sorcerers, for one night only. Kento opened the door for you, declining your offers to help him get bags out of the car. Glancing round, he noted you were the first to arrive, and quickly began stripping to change into his outfit for the night- a heavy black jumpsuit, cuffed above dense back boots, leather gloves pulled taut, dark glasses, and a black mask covering his mouth and nose. You watched him breathlessly, already in your usual mission-wear; you were, after all, on the Jujutsu sorcerers team, not the Curse-user team. You imagined Kento stalking through low lights in that outfit, and felt wetness pool between your legs, making your thighs sticky with arousal. As Kento clipped his watch back on, a pair of grey vans pulled into the parking bays opposite you, and soon enough,  your excitable students poured out, greeting you and Kento with bows and waves.

Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki jostled around the vans for their bags. Satoru, Shoko and Ino came next, Ino running directly to Nanami, and already wearing his jumpsuit.

Nobara, Megumi and Maki clambered back into the vans, and shortly after emerged dressed identically to Kento. You had not known the layout of the teams in advance, and by the confused looks on Yuuji, Inumaki and Panda's faces as they joined you, you felt distinctly outnumbered. Kento, Ino, Maki, Nobara and Megumi cut an intimidating team. Kento looked you up and down with glinting eyes, pulling his blade onto his back, and lowering his mask to smirk at you.

You noticed that Maki had with her one of Yaga's cursed dolls. A blue felt teddy with large, watery looking eyes, held onto her back, peering round at the crowd. You heard Maki explaining to Ino that, whilst her glasses were great for seeing curses, they were not so good for seeing cursed energy, and so she had been lent a cursed doll to act as a sniffer dog for anyone leaking above a certain volume of cursed energy. You weren't sure why this was important.

"OKAY TEAMS!" shouted Satoru, demanding audience, as everyone turned to face him and Shoko.

"We will now lay out your objectives; the game is simple. Predator VS Prey, but only you can decide which of those you will be. Nanamin! Care to take over?"

Kento cleared his throat, and stepped up to Satoru, now nearly matching Satoru's height due to the depth of his boots, but vastly broader, built.

"You all have plenty of experience fighting Curses, but little fighting Curse-users. Fighting another man or woman bears vastly different challenges and consequences. The fights are rarely fair, in number or skill or intellect. You must learn to conceal your cursed energy even more vigorously. Why? To minimise your appearance as a threat so you may release it and strike to your best advantage. To hide when your only task is reconnaissance, or getting out of there alive."

Kento took a deep breath, "A dead sorcerer is not a lesson learned. That sorcerer will learn nothing, ever again. The limit of their skill and knowledge has been reached, then cut short. That sorcerer will never again save a civilian, a friend or a colleague. But whether you view your party as allies or fodder, is up to you." You felt heavy sadness in your chest, knowing as Kento stared into the students, that he saw only Yu Haibara, battered and dead on the cold mortuary slab. Satoru and Shoko were silent and grave, Suguru behind their eyes and grimaces.

Kento let his words hang in the cool night air for a few seconds. "Finally, the shopping centre has been chosen as a base of operations for two reasons. Firstly, to remind you of the value of your surroundings, and we ask you to fight intelligently with little to no collateral damage where possible. The building has been stripped of civilians and security cameras all night for our use. I trust you will all behave responsibly."

The students nodded sagely, carrying deep respect for Kento and his words. Nobara's hand shot into the air. Kento gestured fluidly towards her.

"What's the second reason, Nanami-sensei?" Kento didn't correct her, more willing to be sensei now if it meant working alongside you. Kento stepped aside as Satoru stepped forward.

"It would be obviously unfair for me to participate. But, I will be invigilating the event, and if you perform well tonight, I will treat you all to shopping and breakfast in the morning. Why else would I tell you to bring a normal outfit?" Nobara squeaked with delight, and the students began to hustle together as Satoru encouraged a battle-cry.

While the rest of the team jostled and dissipated to find hiding spots with their ten-minute warnings, you bit the bullet and walked, more confidently than you felt, centimetres away from Kento. His eyes met yours and your breath mingled, each feeling the sexual tension as you slipped something into his pocketed hand. You darted out your tongue to graze against his bottom lip, and his breathing hitched as you whispered to him.

"In case I'm too good at hiding, I thought you may need something else to sniff me out."

You turned and ran up the stairs into the shopping centre, disappearing from sight, Nanami turned on by your skill as your cursed energy disappeared completely. Removing a glove and fingering the item in your pocket, his ears reddened and blood rushed directly to his cock, as he felt the still-damp lace of your underwear against his fingertips. He licked his thumb clean of your taste surreptitiously, and raised his mask once more.

Kento clenched his fists and cracked his neck from side to side, adjusting his aching cock in his jumpsuit. The last to leave the car park, he mounted the stairs in leaps, figure dark and imposing as he slipped into the dimmed lights of the shopping centre above. Hunting you. Wanting you.

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You sprinted through the atrium of the shopping centre, quick light footsteps on the white marbled floors. All of the lights above you were significantly dimmed, apart from occasional orange emergency lights, flashing sporadically above fire exits, illuminating your surroundings in brief spats.

A plan formed quickly in your mind, as you slipped into a book shop, hopping over the counter to crouch beneath the tills. Your abilities were good, in some ways exceptional, but you were ill-suited to fight those on the Curse-user team. You considered your chances against all members of the team one at a time; your conclusions were grim, should you face head to head combat. Your skills lay largely in reconnaissance and manipulation, your intelligence for tactical battle-planning vastly outstretching almost all of your peers. Only one member of the team could absolutely match your intelligence, and absolutely exceed your combat prowess; Kento.

You shivered in anticipation. You remember feeling your heart stop, feeling the danger in the air as you ran from Kento, leaving your arousal-damp underwear in his pocket. You grazed a hand over your pussy, covered in nothing but your leather trousers, and felt the outrageous urge to pleasure yourself to Kento, alone and gasping, on the book shop floor.

The thought was cut short as you heard soft rustles against the book store carpet on the other side of the counter. Whatever it was, it didn't weigh much, and it wasn't making much effort to suppress its cursed energy. Your brain ticked- Maki's cursed doll. You stayed calm, your ability to dampen your cursed energy one of your greatest strengths.

It would be a great inconvenience to Maki, you thought slyly, if you destroyed her sniffer-dog. While Maki's own cursed energy was minimal at best, so was her ability to hide it, and so, eyes heavily lidded, you felt Maki approach the book shop, bladed staff in hand. You felt her pause at the door, watching her cursed doll amble uncertainly around the shop, knowing that something nearby had cursed energy, but unable to pin you down.

"You've found something, huh, bear?" Maki walked into the shop. She stood considering her options. "Well, at least we know it's not Itadori-kun. He sticks out like a sore thumb. Another Curse-user would make themselves known to me. So is it Inumaki, Panda, or Y/N-sensei?"

You smiled, proud of Maki. You knew that she and you would have been friends had you attended Jujutsu High at the same time. But, you resolved to make an attempt on the life of her bear, and escape her. You were not here to fight, but to survive.

Your abilities lent themselves best, in the form of telepathic suggestion. In a gentler, more insidious way than Inumaki, you could compel the heart and mind of another in any manner of your choosing. It worked well, most of the time, and served well in keeping you hidden. You were not powerful enough to compel another to violence, or drastic choices.

Maki did not find it unusual when she was compelled to check the darker areas at the back of the store, ignoring her cursed doll, who had now started trying to climb the counter. Reaching over the counter slowly, you whipped the bear into your arms, and, muffling its cries with your foot, savagely ripped off all limbs but one, before shoving it in a dank stationary cupboard.

Its watery blue eyes looked up at you, trembling and whimpering in terror as you pointed a finger in its face, "If you know what's good for you, bear, you'll shut your mouth when Maki calls for you, or I'll deliver you back to Yaga one piece of stuffing at a time." The doll threw its remaining arm over its eyes dramatically, rolling silently against a tape dispenser, quietly weeping. Monstrously satisfied, you locked the cupboard, and slipped effortlessly out of the bookshop.

Immediately at the other end of the atrium, you saw a fight break out- Megumi and Inumaki, you noted. Inumaki's chances were good, but he was a glass cannon, and your confidence in taking out a Curse-user soared as you considered Inumaki your ally. You sprinted towards the fight as Megumi's Nue swept down towards Inumaki, who rolled athletically aside.

I need to get down to the floor, you forced into Megumi's mind as he circled above Inumaki on Nue, I need to get down, and physically incapacitate Inumaki. Not doubting for a moment that his thought was his own, Megumi dismissed Nue at ground level, and, about to beckon his remaining Demon Dog to attack, you leapt at Megumi's back and slammed an elbow into the back of his head. Megumi was in no way prepared, and hit the floor face-first, hard. Inumaki took his chance, unzipping his mouth and speaking directly at Megumi:

"Laugh uncontrollably!" Immediately, Megumi began twisting on the floor in hysterics, blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, wracked with painful laughter as he struggled to get up. In horror, you and Inumaki recalled that Megumi can summon shikigami with his hands alone. Inumaki cried out again:

"Hands down your pants!" Involuntarily, and still wheezing with laughter, Megumi shoved one hand down the front of his pants, and one hand down the back.  Now blushing wildly, sweating, laughing and bloody, Megumi dropped to his knees. You high-fived Inumaki and reached into your pocket, pulling a thick white paint marker out. Leaning down to Megumi and ruffling his hair, you painted a large, white cross over the chest of his jumpsuit. Inumaki dropped blithely off the balcony beside you, hanging by his hands from the railings, only his fingertips now visible.

One down, you thought. Moving to stand, you felt your legs swept abruptly from under you, hitting the floor with a crunch as  Maki loomed over you, staff at your throat.

"I should have known it was you making me search that shop, Y/N-sensei. But where did you put my fucking bear?" You grinned toothily up at Maki, pointing to a Build-a-Bear Workshop on the other side of the hallway. Maki looked away from you at your insistence, and missed Inumaki climbing up the balcony behind her, waggling his tongue before whispering in her ear:

"Have a nice sit down." Maki dropped wordlessly to the floor, legs now completely useless, as you scooted away from her and she swung her staff furiously, cussing at you and Inumaki. Inumaki pulled out his throat medicine, spraying lightly into his mouth while you patted his back in congratulations.

"That was sloppy, Maki, you can do better than that."

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Walking away from Maki, who you couldn't yet determine to be truly defeated as much as severely limited, you and Inumaki wordlessly split ways.

Just Ino, Nobara and Kento left. Rounding a corner, you felt a hushed, deep pulse of cursed energy through your chest. Your breath caught. This cursed energy you knew better than you knew your own. It washed over you when he made you cum. It rumbled through you when he made love to you in the dark of the night. And he was making little, if any effort to conceal it from you, confident in his ability to hunt you until his completion.

Stepping into a doorway backlit only by an intermittently flashing orange light, the black figure of Nanami Kento, huge, blade in hand, remained in the doorway for just enough flashes of light for you to see him and feel dreadful arousal sink into your belly. Another flash came, and the doorway was empty.

All of the breath left your body at once.

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When Kento first reached the top of the stairs into the shopping centre atrium, he felt multiple residual cursed energies heading away from him, his head filing them away rapidly- Inumaki and Megumi, front right, Maki hard right, Panda hard left, and Yuuji, thrumming with cursed energy like a beacon, hard left.

Ino and Nobara took high perches among the huge white rafters, watching, waiting.

He could not, however, feel you. He was not surprised; you were very good at hiding your cursed energy, but Kento knew you better than anyone. He twiddled your lace underwear between his fingers as he considered his options. You were most likely to be flushed out if you considered an ally to be at risk, and Kento considered you most likely to have followed Yuuji, the newbie, and the one whose poorly controlled cursed energy would most likely disguise your own.

He took a left down a curved hallway in the atrium, carefully avoiding any traces of cursed energy, on his way to Yuuji. Suppressing his arousal, his wish to hunt you down like an animal, he reminded himself he also had a job to do.

Meandering around a series of shops, he felt Yuuji, getting closer and closer, until he pushed through the staff entrance of a brightly lit teddy bear shop. Stuffed toys of all varieties, from the size of his palm to the size of a grizzly bear, lined the stacks and shelves, glassy-eyed and plush. Kento briefly considered leaving some money in the till and choosing you one, before gruffly remembering you were an absolute brat who needed the attitude fucked out of you, not a teddy bear. Twisting his neck again as his arousal peaked, he felt his cock growing and throbbing along his thigh. He sighed in frustration. Best just get on with it,  he mulled.

Reaching into an enormous pile of plush unicorns, Kento lifted Yuuji out by the front of his uniform. Yuuji yelped, and took a half-hearted swing at Kento's face. Kento grunted as knuckles chipped his jaw, and he held Yuuji aloft with the same hand as his blade, slapping Yuuji bodily across the cheek.

"Nanamin!" Yuuji gasped, squirming half-heartedly in his grasp. He looked at Kento, wet-eyed, unable to make the decision to fight him. Kento scowled and barely reduced his full force as he swung Yuuji at the floor, hearing marble floor crack under the carpets. Kento knelt, knees pinning Yuuji's arms to the floor as Yuuji choked down blood, gasping and sputtering.

"I'm disappointed in you, Itadori-kun. Fight me, boy." He slapped Yuuji again, and pressed his blade to Yuuji's throat. "Gone. You're dead. In just seconds, because you hesitated to hurt me, because you think I'm your friend." He spat the last word at Yuuji, who stared up at him, jaw steadfast and eyes trembling.

"Would you kill me, boy, if I turned? If I walked with the real Curse-users one day? I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it, in my darkest moments."

"You would never. I trust you, Nanamin." Nanami sighed, resting back on his haunches, drawing a painty white cross on Yuuji's chest. Kento stood, pulling Yuuji up from the floor, certain he'd at least broken some of Yuuji's ribs. Yuuji grinned a bloody grin up at Kento.

"Go on, Itadori-kun," Kento sighed, disappointed but unsurprised, "get yourself to Shoko. She's probably at the coffee shop on level 2. Get yourself patched up." Kento didn't even have the heart to interrogate him.

As Yuuji hobbled away, he paused in the staff entrance doorway, and turned to Nanami.

"I'd already made my mind up, Nanamin. If any of you turned to the Curse-users, I wouldn't hurt you because I wouldn't blame you. I'd blame myself for not being there enough. For not helping you." Yuuji walked away, leaving Kento in ponderous silence.

Moments later, Kento felt a warm whoosh of released cursed energy, unmistakeably you. He ducked left, concealed behind the shutters, and, gazing out through the slats, he watched as you and Inumaki flawlessly took out Megumi and Maki. His eyes darkened as you ruffled Megumi's hair, touched Inumaki's hands, patted his shoulders.

Jealous of boys, he scoffed at himself. His self-restraint was now wildly out of touch, obsessing over you barely touching him all month, skirting around him at home, acting like this torture was all for a good cause. He growled lowly at the thought of you now, turning away down a corridor, wondering if you were wet for him, wondering if you were afraid of being caught by him. His mouth salivated at the thought of you pinned against a wall in the dark, crying out for mercy and relief as he pounded, deep and long, into your tight, gummy walls.

Kento was fully erect now, and silently thanked his tight boxers for pinning his aching length against his leg, the heavy jumpsuit material hiding his sticky precum, leaking continuously now, sticking to the hairs on his thighs.

Waiting for Inumaki and you to disappear, he forced up the shutter and crouched underneath, walking across the atrium, finger pressed to his lips as Megumi (still laughing) and Maki saw him. Dropping like a cat onto the level below from the balcony,  he landed on his feet and sprinted ahead, directly underneath the direction he imagined you were headed. Finding a fire escape, he headed up the stairs, and, coated in shadow, emerged into the doorway where he saw you.

Cock thick and hot against his leg, he abandoned any pretence of a game. Hungry and quietly seething, he darted from the doorway into the dark, swearing he could smell you on the air.

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You knew your only chance of escape at this point was to lead Kento through an assault course which was big enough for you, but not for him. The biggest part of you was desperate to be caught, punished at his hands for your torment, and everything inside you clenched in anticipation as you felt your thighs grow steadily wetter with your arousal. Another, competitive part of you wanted to win, and prove to Kento that you were determined to see November to the end. You knew that if you sincerely told Kento to stop, he would drop his every need, his most vital wish being your safety, your right to say no.

But he knew you better than that- knowing your safe word now, knowing how desperately you ached for him, too, he fully committed to your plan to not go down without a fight. When Nanami Kento takes on a duty, he takes it on seriously. And his duty now? To hunt you down, and use you as a personal cocksleeve.

You had already taken a running slide under a partially raised shutter, and heard Kento curse behind you, too bulky to fit beneath it, and an echoing screech as he yanked it upwards. By this point, you were well on your way into a tiny service lift, standing room for one only, the door closing just too fast for Kento to reach. He roared his frustration and, eyes meeting yours through the wired square of glass, you watched his figure disappear as you blew him a kiss.

All of your tactical abilities had grown wings and gone. You panted, nipples erect, thighs sticky, thrilled by the chase, and trying, failing to plan your next move.

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Kento paced like a tiger.

If I have to pull you out of a fucking dumbwaiter, I will. He turned tail to the doors and rolled under the shutters, moving seamlessly back onto his feet and searching for the nearest store-room access point. Finding one, bathed in sickly light, Kento ignored individual stairs and instead leapt them a flight at a time, like a man possessed.

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As soon as you made your way out of the lift, you realised you had made a terrible error of judgement. Between the rolling trolleys and stacks of cardboard boxes, you could see only one way out. Above you, you heard rhythmic slams, getting closer, as someone hit each staircase downwards with terrifying force.

You turned tail and ran back into the service lift, hammering your forefinger on the 'up' button repeatedly, screaming and clapping a hand over your mouth as the store room door slammed open and heavy footsteps sprinted towards you, the lift door nearly closed but four thick fingers pushed past the gap and with a grunt of effort turned satisfied sigh, Kento stepped into the space, barely wide enough for a stack of boxes, and now with he and you crammed against each other.

Still clad in black glasses and mask, he glowers at you wordlessly, reaching one finger behind him to press the 'down' button, keeping the lift in place in the dimly lit basement. You stutter up at him, utterly trapped.

"Kento-" you start, and he presses a leather-gloved finger to your lips. Pushing you, looming over to you until you're flush against the back wall of the lift, you moan as he slowly lifts you off the ground with his thigh and knee pressed against the wall, pussy now grinding against his flexing muscles. You shudder at the sudden pressure, unable to stop yourself bucking your sex against his thigh. Before you could plead for relief, he pressed two black gloved fingers into your mouth, firmly caressing your tongue at first, before pushing them deeply to the back of your throat. A satisfied huff came from beneath his mask as you choked and gagged, his second hand coming up to lightly squeeze the front of your throat, feeling for his fingers inside you.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathed, low and dangerous, continuing to fuck your mouth with his fingers, gradually releasing and squeezing your throat in time with your desperate bucking against his thigh. He groaned lowly, savouring your flushed cheeks and the tears of overstimulation running down them.

"Oh darling," he intoned, watching you struggle to get yourself off against his thigh. "Would this help?" He released your mouth and throat abruptly, reached between your legs with both hands and ripped your trousers at the crotch, your pussy now directly on the harsh cloth of his jumpsuited thigh. You let out a momentary cry of protest, and Kento laughed cruelly.

"You make me hunt you like an animal just for a good fuck, and you draw the line at torn clothes? Please. Your pussy's going to need fresh air for a month after what I'm about to do to you."

He hoisted you roughly by the hips and you wrapped your legs around him, and now you could feel the complete outline of his cock, straining and pulsing against the fabric of his jumpsuit.

"Put the effort in, sweetheart," he said as he let go of your thighs, slamming his clothed cock against your bare pussy to hold you against the wall, and you humped furiously against his length, folds open and clit rubbing directly on rough cloth. He gasped beneath his mask, and as you clawed at his back and sucked a droplet of sweat off the side of his throat, he growled, low and threatening.

You felt his hands move together, one to grip your throat again and push your head hard against the wall, and the other to rip open your shirt and tear the fabric of your bra to release your breasts. He tugged at your nipples until you mewled and squirmed against him. He felt your arousal seep through his jumpsuit and underwear, mixing with his precum and making you both wetter. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into you, and you broke, begging and pleading for him to let you cum.

Abruptly, he pulled away from you, leaving you splayed, pussy cold and throbbing, denied the pleasure of your approaching orgasm. Kento turned away from you, shoulders heaving with effort, gripping the base of his cock through his jumpsuit. Head thrown back as he panted, you felt lightheaded with the smell of his sweat and natural scent filling the air around you.

"No...no. You don't get off that easily. And I won't get off that easily, humping like teenagers in a store cupboard. You take pleasure in denial? I'll give you denial."

He turned, spinning you and pressing your face against the cold wall, hand still gloved. You were astounded and appalled by his level of self-control, his own continued self-denial, refusing himself sensory stimuli by remaining gloved, clothed and masked. He rolled his hand into a fist and pressed the small of your back.

"Arch. Now," he ordered. You did as you were told, dropping your belly and pushing your arse out, teasing again against his straining cock. You heard a slow unzipping behind you, and a rustling. You cried out as fabric was crammed into your mouth and, tasting yourself and Kento on your tongue, you guessed he had used your panties to clean himself up before silencing you.

Another noise filled you with alarm- Kento reaching to his back and unsheathing his blade. You felt one finger gently tap the side of your head as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "You and I both know you have other ways to get your safe word across, hmm?"

You felt something cool and hard rub slowly between your wet, bare folds, and realised with a moan and a blush that Kento was about to fuck you with the handle of his blade. Rubbing lazy circles around your clit, Kento sighed, watching creamy arousal drip down the handle of his blade. He wanted nothing more than to duck down and lick it clean before plunging his tongue into your velvety walls, for you to ride his face until he had you seeing stars. Denying yourself pleasure had meant denying him pleasure, and you knew as well as he did that all it took for him to cum in his pants was you moaning, breaking and falling apart as he ate you out.

For now, he'd let his rage burn slowly, bright embers on black coal, and remind you just how patient he could really be. It would be all the better to lose control with you when you were fucked out, floppy and incapable of denying him any longer.

"Are you going to cum on my blade, hmm?" he whispered against your ear, quickening his circles around your clit as you nodded and whimpered, occasionally threatening to push his blade's handle inside you, denying you as you pressed yourself back into him. Suddenly, inchingly, he raised the handle to your entrance, sliding it through velvet walls and your slick until it bottomed out at the hilt. You whined, and squealed as he twisted the blade, so the nub at the end of the handle pushed insistently against your cervix and sweet spot.

Thrusting it in and out of you harshly, Kento felt dizzy as you shook and whined, leather glove now coated with your creamy white arousal, smells of sweat and cum mingling in the air, and he was overwhelmed for a moment with untouched pleasure and affection, with how well you were doing for him, and he mumbled into your ear as if he were the one being pleasured blind.

"Oh god, yes, yesssss, keep going. Keep going darling, don't stop now, you're taking it so well for me." He groaned into your ear as it became harder for him to push the handle back into you as your pussy clenched and fluttered as you approached your orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks, so he sped up, reaching round you with his other hand to pinch your clit harshly.

You came with a shout, bliss overwhelming you, wishing it was his cock your walls were milking, your voice drawing out into pathetic mewling as Kento continued his ministrations. Your vision speckled with white lights and your legs shook, seeking Kento's eyes behind his dark glasses. He raised his eyebrows and looked over his glasses at you, eye-to-eye for the first time since you had left home and through Kento's flinty gaze, was a fleck of playfulness as he toyed with you, a cat with a mouse.

Kento hummed, "Too much, not enough...hard to please, aren't you? Oh, keep going my love, because I won't be satisfied until you're putty in my hands." Precum dripped down his throbbing cock as you came again, crying out weakly, nearly collapsing onto the handle of his blade. Slowing down as you rode the waves of pleasure, Kento pulled the handle out and wiped the tears from your eyes, shushing you. He tugged the panties out of your mouth as you coughed and pocketed them, raising the handle up to your mouth.

"Clean it," he ordered, eyeing you intently as you obediently locked and sucked your own essence of the length of the handle. "Not too much," he urged, sheathing his blade back between his shoulders, "I want to smell you on my hands after I fight."

You turned, back pressed against the wall, and Kento allowed it. He appraised his work, you now trembling and sweating, your arousal evident on the torn leather of your trousers, and you begged him.

"Kento, please...I need you inside me. I'll do anything. Please."

"I'm not sure," he intoned again, "you haven't taken me for quite some time, you see. I feel like we need to stretch you out a little, before I wrap you around my cock."

Still staring at you, eyes settled on your heaving breasts, squashed together by your torn shirt, he removed his gloves, one finger at a time. Reaching into another pocket, you heard the rustle of packaging, and Kento deftly unpackaged a dildo and rabbit duo, and a tiny controller that he rolled musingly between his thick fingers.

Hand around your throat again, warningly, Kento gave a gentle squeeze as he stuffed the dildo up with little warning until it bottomed out in you, rabbit lined up with your clit. You jumped in shock, still sensitive from cumming- but blurted out through your tight throat, "Not as big as you."

Kento chuckled sardonically, "Oh? You remember how big I am?" He yanked you in by your neck until you were nose to nose, "Only, you haven't been very good friends with my cock this past-" he checked his watch, "29 days, have you?" He removed his glasses, tossing them aside, rewarding you again with his impassive gaze. His mood was swinging so wildly, he was giving you whiplash. Kento, for the first time in years, seemed positively unhinged. He slammed a mask-shielded kiss to your mouth, moaning into you, and as you came up for air, he buried his hand deep into your hair, grabbing at the roots and forcing you down to your knees, the tightness of the space bringing you face to face with his clothed, hard cock.

He stared down into your eyes, satisfied with the arrangement as you clutched his thighs, and you felt the vibrator buzz to life while he once again unzipped his jumpsuit agonisingly slowly, stripteasing you as first the hard planes of his chest, then his abdomen, then his neatly trimmed honey-coloured pubes came into view.

Reaching the hand holding the controller down, he reached into his underwear and finally revealed his heavy cock and balls, falling hard onto your face. Your mouth watered as you stared up at him, opening your mouth obediently, and Kento's last thread snapped.

Both hands now buried in your hair, and gripping the controller, Kento rammed his cock immediately to the back of your throat, whimpering with relief at the intense pleasure of your throat gagging around him. A few quick clicks of the controller and the vibrator maxed out, strangled squeaks coming from you at the combined intensity of Kento fucking your face with wild abandon and the buzz of the vibrator on your swollen, hypersensitive clit.

Kento gripped you by the hair, slamming his cock repeatedly into your mouth and throat, grunting and gasping as he felt your tongue raise to cup the underside of his sensitive length, pink head brushing against the wet muscle as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust. His head swirled with pleasure, vision thick and hazy after denying himself and being denied for so long, moaning your name, begging to cum down your throat, begging you to cum with him. Head thrown back, he saw stars.

Rolling his head down to look at you, tears running down your cheeks, and mingling with your own saliva and his precum, he fell apart as he watched you play with your own nipples, your mouth tight around him.

As you came again, throat closing around him, he held you nose to pubes as he came with a bark, a month's worth of pent up seed squirtig down your throat in thick, hot bursts. You swallowed, twitching and jerking as the vibrator overstimulated you and you struggled to swallow Kento's massive load. Kento shook, grip in your hair loosening, cock still pulsing and leaping in your mouth as his orgasm drew-out, moaning your name and sweet nothings to you.

Pulling out of your mouth, cock still impossibly hard, he pulled you up to him, pulling the dildo out of you and throwing it and his mask aside. Your eyes met, thoughts headed in the same direction and he pressed you against the wall, your legs locked around his hips.

Kento sunk his cock between your puffy folds, hammering into you immediately, kissing you properly for the first time. Both addled and desperate, you cried out his name as Kento rammed repeatedly into you, pulling out almost completely before bottoming out again, feeling your cervix jump against your belly every time he hit you deeply.

Hair a mess, sweat mingling on his chest, and eyes ablaze, Kento watched you with total adoration as you melted around him, as pliable and floppy as he'd wanted you, eyes glazed as you shook your head and whined.

"I can't cum again...Kento...hurts..."

He leaned close, huffing into your neck as his cock continued to abuse your hole, used and swollen, denying himself from finishing until you came again. His hand coming to rest at your throat again, and his other at your breasts, he squeezed both harshly. The overstimulation combined with lack of air caused a rush that went straight to your pussy, and you broke, gushing around him as you came again.

Kento came again, all shaking moans and pleas, cockhead squirting against your cervix as you felt warmth seep into your belly, both riding your highs, clinging to each other as if on a sinking ship.

Moments passed, panting in each others' arms, and Kento drew both arms around you, embracing you warmly, nose in your hair. You sunk against his chest in bliss, a moment of emptiness as his cock slipped out, and cum trickled down your thighs.

"You were right," he finally groaned, "it was especially good after so long."

You grinned into his chest, nuzzling it and planting a wet kiss above his heart, "And you were right."

Kento looked down at you, one eyebrow raised quizzically. You nipped his left pec, playful.

"I wouldn't fancy my chances against a Curse-user like you."

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Principal Yaga sat with Gojo and Nanami, reading through progress reports for the students, looking with special interest at the Sorcerer VS Curse-user event.

"So, let me get this straight:

Fushiguro would have laughed himself to death if Inumaki hadn't finally released his technique, and Shoko healed him of a minor concussion caused by Nanami-sensei.

Zenin Maki had to be carried back to the van by Ijichi-san, as Inumaki wouldn't release his technique, as he worried Zenin would stab him to death.

Nanami, you broke four of Itadori-kun's ribs, as he refused to fight you. As he was headed to Shoko for treatment, Nobara nailed him to the walls of a lingerie store, but both declined to answer who was in there first. Nobara went to browse the clothing shops.

Ino was found asleep at 2am in a bed store, and once Inumaki had ordered him to tidy up after himself, he was then ordered to go and play by himself in the adjacent toy shop.

Inumaki settled himself down in the book shop, and sellotaped my Curse-doll back together, which he found inside a stationary cupboard, after it had been torn to shreds by Nanami-sensei.

Nanami captured you in the store rooms after a brief combat."

Yaga then glared up at Gojo, eyes narrowed as Gojo sipped coffee innocuously. Yaga continued.

"And Gojo witnessed none of it, as he and Shoko spent the whole night gossiping at the coffee shop on Level 2."

"I figured Nanamin and his girl had things handled."

Yaga scoffed, tucking the papers back inside their folder.

"So who would you both agree to have been MVP of the event?"

Nanami and Gojo looked at each other. Considering, Nanami spoke first.

"I'd say it had to have been Inumaki. Excellent use of his cursed-technique to incapacitate without injuring, taking out 3 of the 5 Curse-user team, with a little support from my wife."

"Actually," Gojo interjected, "I'd have to say it was Panda." Nanami raised an eyebrow in inquiry- he had completely forgotten about Panda.

Gojo continued, "He stayed as still as the grave against the shelves in the Build-a-Bear Factory. Said he hadn't planned to stay there that long, but he found watching Nanamin beat Itadori-kun half to death so intimidating, he stayed there all night. I didn't find him until 7am."

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Reader when she runs from Kento after pushing her undies into his pocket:

Being chased down by horny Nanami?

Haha pussy go BRRRR

[dee-writes-anime]

Too Much? Just Enough

FEATURING Toge Inumaki x Reader

SUMMARY You never considered that you might be too loud for your quiet, warm-hearted boyfriend... maybe you were selfish not to.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, insecurities, inumaki being the sweetest, maki being maki (sigh)

AUTHORS NOTE finally got a day off from schoolwork to do some writing! Here is Inumaki's justice as promised! Enjoy! <3

The festival grounds were alive with color and sound, the air thick with the smell of sizzling food and sweet treats. Lanterns swung gently in the evening breeze, casting a warm, golden glow over the crowd as they meandered through stalls of games, souvenirs, and food. The laughter of children mixed with the shouts of vendors calling out their wares, while the steady hum of excited conversations filled the background.

You had been buzzing with energy the moment you arrived, eyes wide as you darted from one stall to the next, dragging Toge with you, your fingers intertwined with his. There was something about festivals that just lit you up from the inside out—the music, the lights, the sense of celebration—it was like fuel for your soul. You’d barely stopped talking since you got there, your voice a cheerful lilt that seemed to match the lively atmosphere around you.

“Toge! Look at this!” you called, pointing to a stall selling a dizzying array of masks. Kitsune, tengu, and oni masks hung from wooden beams, their vibrant colors catching the light. “We should get matching ones!” you grinned, already picturing how adorable Toge would look in one.

Toge turned to look, his violet eyes sparkling under the glow of the lanterns. His lips quirked up in a small smile as he gave a soft nod, the affectionate look in his eyes sending warmth through you. He didn’t have to speak for you to know he found your excitement endearing.

“Fish flakes,” he said quietly, agreeing with a subtle nod.

Without hesitating, you picked out a kitsune mask for yourself and handed Toge a matching one, the white face of the fox sharp and mischievous. Toge slipped it over his head, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you both admired each other. He gave you a small, amused hum, clearly pleased by your reaction.

Yuta and Maki caught up with you two at the mask stall, Yuta laughing softly at your energy while Maki gave a small shake of her head, though the smirk tugging at her lips showed she wasn’t completely disapproving.

“Wow, you’re like a kid in a candy store,” Maki teased, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against one of the beams. “What’s next? Gonna drag us to every food stall here?”

“I might!” you shot back, grinning widely. “It’s a festival, Maki, you gotta go all in!” You tugged at Toge’s hand. “Besides, Toge’s totally down for it. Right?”

Toge’s lips curved upward again as he nodded, clearly amused by how much fun you were having. He squeezed your hand gently, his way of encouraging your endless energy. You knew you could be a lot, but Toge never seemed to mind, always steady and supportive, grounding you even when you were a whirlwind of enthusiasm.

Panda joined your group next, a huge smile on his face as he approached with a paper bag full of festival snacks. “Hey, did you guys see the yakitori stand? I got some for everyone!” He pulled out a few skewers, handing them out. “Except Toge, of course,” he added with a playful wink.

Toge waved it off, his eyes warm as he accepted the gesture regardless. You, on the other hand, eagerly accepted the skewer, practically bouncing on your feet.

“This looks amazing, Panda! You always know where the best food is!” you said, taking a big bite. The savory, smoky flavor hit your taste buds, and you groaned in delight. “This is so good!”

Panda laughed, nudging Yuta with his elbow. “See, someone appreciates good food.” Yuta chuckled in response, though his focus seemed more on keeping track of everyone in the bustling crowd than the food itself.

As you continued walking, the festival’s cheerful chaos buzzed around you like a soft hum in the background. Every so often, you’d stop to point out something new—a game stall, a street performer, another food stand you just had to try—and Toge followed you without complaint, his fingers never once leaving yours. Every now and then, you’d feel his thumb gently rub against the back of your hand, his silent way of grounding you in his quiet affection.

The two of you had always balanced each other that way. You were the loud, excitable one, the one who wore your emotions on your sleeve, while Toge was your quiet, calm counterpart. He never had to say much; his presence alone was enough to make you feel secure, supported, and understood. He let you be yourself—wild, energetic, loud—and never once made you feel like you had to hold back.

It was this easy, natural rhythm between you that made being with Toge feel like second nature. You could bounce from one thing to the next without worrying about exhausting him or overwhelming him. His patience was unwavering, his affection always subtle but present in the small gestures—the way he watched you with soft eyes, the way he adjusted his pace to match yours, the way he squeezed your hand every time you rambled on excitedly about something new.

And right now, your focus was on a nearby game stall. “Look, Toge! It’s one of those water gun games! You know, the kind where you have to shoot the target and fill up the balloon? We have to try it!”

Toge glanced at the stall, then back at you, his lips pulling into a half-smile. You could tell he found your excitement infectious, even if he didn’t express it the same way you did. He nodded, and with a little tug, you pulled him toward the stall, waving at Maki, Yuta, and Panda to join you.

As you grabbed the toy gun, determined to win, Maki strolled over with a smirk. “You’re really not gonna get tired of this, are you?”

You grinned at her, determined. “Nope! Toge’s got my back, right?” You shot Toge a teasing glance, and he gave a small hum of agreement, his eyes watching you with that familiar warmth.

That’s when Maki made the offhand comment. “I’m just surprised Toge doesn’t get tired of you. I mean, you’ve been going non-stop since we got here.”

Her comment was casual, even light-hearted, but something about it lodged itself into your chest, a small ache blooming out of nowhere. You laughed, the sound coming out more awkward than you intended. "No, Toge’s fine," you said, glancing up at him with a smile that felt a little too forced. "He doesn’t mind, right?"

Toge’s eyes flicked toward Maki for a second before turning back to you, and he shook his head softly, dismissing the comment entirely. “Bonito flakes,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. But even as he squeezed your hand to show he was fine, something in Maki’s words dug into your chest, planting a small seed of doubt.

Have you been too much? You were always like this—loud, full of energy, constantly dragging Toge along with you. But now that Maki had pointed it out, it was hard not to think about it. Maybe you were overwhelming him, and he was just too polite to say anything. He was quiet by nature, after all, and here you were, chattering away, pulling him from stall to stall without a second thought.

You tried to shake it off, but the thoughts lingered as the night went on. Every time you raised your voice, every time you pulled Toge along to the next thing, the doubt crept in a little more. Were you exhausting him? Were you being selfish, assuming he was fine with all of this? You couldn’t tell anymore.

As the festival wound down, the bright lights and energetic atmosphere slowly fading into the quiet of the night, the change in your mood hadn’t gone unnoticed. Where there had once been boundless excitement, your energy had dulled to a faint flicker. It wasn’t like you to walk in silence, not with Toge’s hand still held in yours, not with the buzz of festival joy still lingering around everyone.

You kept replaying Maki’s words in your head, wondering if maybe she’d noticed something you hadn’t. Maybe Toge really did get tired of you—maybe you were just too much, too loud, too energetic. The thoughts wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, making it hard to laugh or smile like you had been earlier.

The silence became so unusual that even Yuta, ever so kind and careful, furrowed his brow as he walked alongside Panda and Maki. He glanced between you and Toge, noticing your unusually quiet demeanor.

"Hey, are you okay?" Yuta asked, his voice soft with concern. "You’ve been a little quiet for a while now."

Panda, always the more boisterous of the group, chimed in with a good-natured grin. "Yeah, you were about to eat all the festival food earlier, and now you’re barely saying a word. You good?"

You forced a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "I’m fine," you said quickly, though your voice lacked its usual vibrancy. "Just... tired, I guess."

Yuta gave you a curious look, but he didn’t press further. Panda, too, noticed the shift, his usual lightheartedness momentarily subdued. Even Maki, though she didn’t say anything, shot you a glance as if wondering if her earlier comment had something to do with your sudden change in mood.

Toge, however, had been watching you the whole time. He hadn’t let go of your hand, and every few minutes, he squeezed it, as if reminding you that he was still there, that he was still by your side. His violet eyes flicked to you again now, a gentle worry in his gaze that only you could read.

“Salmon?” he asked softly, his tone inviting, asking if everything was really okay. But you just gave him a small, reassuring nod, despite the growing heaviness in your chest.

"I’m fine," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper this time. "Really."

Toge wasn’t convinced. The quiet between you two had never felt so heavy before, so unnatural, and he knew something was bothering you. But he didn’t push you in front of the others, content to wait until the two of you could have some privacy.

The group lingered a little longer before eventually making their way back to the dorms, the lanterns of the festival becoming faint dots of light in the distance. Everyone was laughing, chatting about the fun they'd had, but you remained quiet, your mind lost in its spiral of self-doubt. It wasn’t like you to hold back like this, but you couldn’t shake the worry that maybe you had overstepped, that maybe you’d drained Toge with your constant chatter and boundless energy.

When the group finally reached the dorms, Yuta waved everyone off, smiling softly. “Goodnight, guys! It was fun.” Maki gave a brief nod of farewell, Panda let out a big yawn, and you mumbled something in response, your mind elsewhere.

Toge didn’t miss a beat. Without a word, he tugged your hand gently, guiding you toward his dorm. His fingers were still laced with yours, his touch grounding, comforting, but also insistent in that quiet way of his. He wasn’t going to let this slide—not tonight.

As you followed him through the hallways, the familiar comfort of the dorms all around, your heart started to beat a little faster. You could tell from the way Toge moved—quiet but purposeful—that he wanted to talk. And the thought of sharing what had been bothering you, the insecurity you’d been trying to shove down all night, made you nervous.

Once you were inside his dorm room, the door clicked softly shut behind you. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp on his desk casting a gentle warmth over the space. Toge turned to you, his gaze soft yet determined, and led you over to sit on the edge of his bed.

He sat beside you, his hand never leaving yours, and he tilted his head slightly, as if to say, I’m listening.

“Mustard leaf,” he said softly, his voice a gentle prompt. Talk to me.

You stared at your intertwined hands, your heart racing as you tried to figure out where to start. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled up with the doubt and insecurity that had been eating at you all night. You didn’t want to burden him with this—you didn’t want to be that person, the one who constantly needed reassurance.

But Toge was patient. He gave your hand another small squeeze, his thumb brushing gently across your skin, a silent encouragement. He was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

Finally, you let out a shaky breath. “I... I just... I’ve been thinking about something Maki said earlier,” you began, your voice quiet, hesitant. “About me being... a lot. Too much, maybe. And I started thinking, what if she’s right? What if I’m just... exhausting you?”

The words came out all at once, tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. Your voice wavered, the insecurity you’d been trying to hide now laid bare. “I mean, I know I can be loud and excitable, and you’re so quiet, so calm. I just started thinking... maybe I’m overwhelming you. Maybe I’m too much for you, and you just haven’t said anything because you’re too nice.”

Toge’s eyes widened slightly, his grip on your hand tightening as he shook his head, his expression full of quiet urgency. “Salmon,” he said, his tone firm but tender. No. You’re wrong.

You looked up at him, your eyes starting to sting with unshed tears. “I know you’d never say anything to hurt me, but... if I really am too much, I want to know. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to put up with me.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you, the air thick with emotion. And then, Toge reached up, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm, steady, and when you met his eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and affection there.

“Tuna mayo,” he murmured, shaking his head again as he brought his forehead to rest against yours. You’re perfect the way you are.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and for the first time that night, the weight on your chest seemed to lighten just a little. But the doubt still lingered, clinging to the edges of your heart. “But... how do you not get tired of me?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m always dragging you around, talking so much, being loud... I feel like I’m the opposite of you.”

Toge pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek. He shook his head again, his expression soft but insistent. He brought a hand to his heart, then pointed to you—You’re what makes me happy. You’re the one I want to be with.

You blinked, the tears finally spilling over as the weight of his words sank in. He wasn’t just tolerating you. He wanted you, all of you—the loud, excitable, chatty parts of you that you’d been worried were too much. They weren’t too much for him. They never had been.

“Kelp,” he whispered again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. I love you the way you are.

You let out a small, shaky laugh as you wiped your tears, a wave of relief washing over you. “You really don’t mind?” you asked, your voice still thick with emotion.

Toge smiled softly, shaking his head once more. “Salmon,” he murmured, his thumb still brushing gently against your cheek. Not at all.

And for the first time since Maki’s comment, the doubt that had been weighing you down finally began to melt away. Toge didn’t just accept you—he cherished you, loudness and all.

With a soft sniffle, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he held you close, his chin resting atop your head. “I love you, too,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

Toge’s hand gently rubbed your back, soothing and comforting as he pressed another kiss to the top of your head. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the quiet strength of his presence wrapping around you like a protective shield.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the dorm and the steady beat of Toge’s heart beneath your ear. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was warm, peaceful—filled with the unspoken promise that, no matter how loud or excitable you were, Toge would always be there, holding you close, loving you just the way you were.

And as you snuggled into him, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breathing against you, you felt something return—a spark of that boundless energy, that loud, excitable girl that Toge loved so much. Because with him, you didn’t have to be anyone else but yourself.

[chososcamgirl]

BURY A FRIEND

BURY THE HATCHET OR BURY A FRIEND RIGHT NOW

in the eerie depths of tokyo, lies an urban legend of children who vanished after a night in aoyoma cemetery. so what better way to spend halloween none other than to recreate the legend itself! a test of courage or just pure stupidity? as darkness falls, you and your group of friends soon realise you’ve awakened something far more sinister than mere folklore. what starts as a rush for adrenaline quickly spirals into a fight for survival. will you escape or will you end up digging your own grave? you decide what happens next!

AN INTERACTIVE SMAU, YOU DECIDE!

a voting-based horror story where you control who survives and who meets their fate. you’ll also decide who’s ultimately responsible for their downfall. don't forget to cast your vote in this poll to see which friends join you in their impending death!

what i do? as the reader, you have the power to choose who faces their fate by sending a vote via ask. you will also determine who will meet their end and ultimately, and who plays the role of the executioner, or in other words ghostface.

rules! votes must be submitted within the time limit to be counted. for the sake of the story and the element of surprise, i will only be accepting votes via ask!

you forgot something! make sure to pick your friends up on the way! wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to them… right?

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pairing: multiple x f!reader

status: ongoing - until the end of october :)

tags/warnings: slasher!au, no curses/modern, horror based, imagine scary movie but written basically, mentions of blood/very slight gore, graphic, characters are in their early 20’s smau/written parts, alcohol/drinking, language, mentions of hooking up, suggestive jokes, smoking/drugs, arguments, probably will be ooc, warnings may change each chapter

taglist: OPEN

heavily inspired by @eggyrocks hq summer slasher smau! definitely go check it out <3

INTRODUCTIONS: slash or smash!

7:21pm: calling all ghouls

8:44pm: x rated

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[essjujutsu]

CHAPTER Ⅱ: MITSKI & MONDAYS

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okay so maybe you were already nervous about the first day of your new school.

and maybe listening to your depressing playlist at 7 in the morning wasn't helping that.

but mitski can help calm your nervs to! but with yuji blasting his music in his room right across the hall, it didn't necessarily get the mood right anyways.

"yn, hurry up! we gotta go in like—two minutes!"

"im coming!!"

you reply, grabbing your backpack. you hopped through your messy floor, clothes spattered out from your unpacked suitcase.

you ran down the stairs, seeing yuji sitting on the floor next to the front door and sukuna rummaging through the upper cabinets of the kitchen.

"here, take these for the walk."

you don't have enough time to fully comprehend what your uncle's saying before a protein bar is being flowed full force at your face—though thankfully you throw your hands up and catch it in the air. you throw the second one to yuji, who instantly unwraps it and starts eating it.

"first day—tough shit. todays when you make first impressions on everyone. good luck."

"oh, uhm—thanks?"

you reply, raising a eyebrow at sukuna's comment. he was being nice—maybe? you couldn't really tell. but before you get to decide yuji announces its time to get going so you wave a quick goodbye to your uncle as you walk outside.

"don't worry, its not a long walk—only like ten minutes give or take."

yuji says, taking out an airpod so he could hear. you nod, opening your phone to make sure you have your schedule for the third time today.

yuji was right, after about 15 minutes you arrive at school. you bite the inside of your lip slightly, a nervous habit you picked up over the years.

"so, were still early, me and my friends always come a bit early 'cause we like to hang before classes and—"

yuji starts, but before he finishes his sentence someone comes rushing from behind the two of you.

"yuji, yn! hey!"

you look behind you at the girl waving. she had dyed orange hair, nobara!

"nobara! there you are!"

"sorry, i know we usually walk to school together but i woke up late—anyways, hi yn!"

nobara replys, walking up to stand in the middle of you and yuji. she smiles as she grabs both of your arms—starting to walk into school.

"its so nice to have another girl in the group, y'know. it's just me and maki, and she dosen't really like shopping so she never goes with me. sometimes panda or toge come but like barley ever 'cause their always 'busy'—"

wow, you only really met her yesterday and she was already talking to you like you were close friends. you smiled, at least meeting yuji's friends was off to a good start then.

nobara countined talking untill you three reached the bustling cafeteria, her and yuji seemed to look around for a moment—trying to find their other friends. then yuji's eyes open a little wide and he points to the back of the cafeteria.

"there they are, let's go!"

he says, practically dragging you through the crowds of tables. nobara had already ran ahead, running to go grab a chair and sit down.

once you finnaly approached the table you looked up to five sets of eyes directly on you.

your mouth starts to turn into an awkward smile as you look around the table trying to deicde what to say, but thankfully for you, yuji most of the time knows how you feel.

"everyone, this is yn!"

he grabs your shoulders, presenting you to the group in a way before laughing. he moves his arms to point—starting at the two at the end of the table.

"yn, this is panda and toge! them, maki, and yuta are all a year older then us. but trust me, you can't tell with these two."

he giggles, his joke resulting in the white haired boy giving your brother a small "hey!" and turning to face you.

"you don't look to much like yuji, you should've ate him in the womb honestly."

panda laughs in response to that, an you can't help but laugh aswell.

"ha-ha, sooo funny guys."

yuji responds, rolling his brown eyes. he points to the two in the chairs next to them.

"those two there are yuta and maki! my favoire girlboss and her malewife-"

"shut up yuji."

the girl with the black hair and glasses replies, standing up and slamming her hands on the table annoyed.

she did look oddly familiar though...did you know her from somewhere?

she notices your confused look at her and raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if you have something to say. nobara wasn't kidding when she said she was intimating.

"sorry, you just look awfully familiar—that's all!"

"hm, you went to the boarding school north from here right?"

you nod in response, wondering what she's getting at. maybe you went to school with her?

"you must know mai. she goes there."

oh it clicks into place, shes related to mai. you didn't know mai all that well, but you did know she was mean. they must be twins, hopefully maki isn't anything like her sister.

"don't worry, im not like her—she's an asshole."

you let out a small sigh of relief. thank god. you turn your eyes to the one person who you haven't met yet. he was sitting at the other end of the table, on his phone. nobara was next to him—she was saying something but he didn't seem to be listening. you reconized him from a couple of yuji's instagram posts, but you didn't remember his name. he looked tired and like he didn't want to be there—which made you wonder why he seemed to hang out with them.

"oh yeah, yn—this is megumi! he's in our grade."

nobara says, as yuji sits down on the table next to him. was this the other best friend yuji had mentioned before? he seemed pretty annyoed as he took off his headphones.

"uh, nice to meet you!"

you say, giving him a small smile. he didn't seem all that interested in talking.

"nice to meet you."

"sorry, he totally puts up this whole 'mysterious and nonchalant' vibe around people—he's not even-"

"shut up, yuji."

nobara was in the middle of doing something with her phone as she spoke up.

"here yn, i added you to our group chat. check it after class m'kay?"

you responded with an agreement, as the bell rang for you to head to your class.

BACKGROUND INFO: - nobara, yuji, toge, panda and maki all met in middle school, megumi later moved into town and became friends with yuji—who added him to their friendgroup - yuta moved last year, and he became friends with maki (and then the rest of the group), are him & maki dating? who knows! i don't think they know either LMFAO - there will be more of each character! i just wanted to get quick character intros

A/N: i'll try to have chapter 3 out by this weekend! again sorry if anythings ooc or if my grammer sucks ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

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[queenendless]

💗 Cafe Time 💗

A/n: Imma count this as an April Fool's prank cause it's kinda nonsense.

AU centric where JJK cast here are chibis, as is everyone else in this world, and you are the sole normal sized human there.

Cute fluffy filled crack nonsense that is short as hell and cause I've wanted to write chibi stuff for a long time.

Itafushi, NobaMaki, and HaiNana crumbs here and there but SatoSugu x GN!Reader in the end.

DON'T REPOST, PLAGARIZE, COPY, EDIT, TRANSLATE AND/OR STEAL MY FANFIC CONTENT. IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT THEN REBLOG, LIKE, COMMENT & FOLLOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

AND HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S! 💌

The tale of a regular sized normie getting teleported to a Japan where everyone but themselves is chibi sized.

Their resisting negation to cursed energy that in the strongest in the country leads to your immediate discovery and recruitment into a place to stay as well as work by a burly mid aged bearded man with shades.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College Cafe.

Your newfound workplace and home. Where you met some regulars that quickly became your favorites.

“L/n-san~!” Dear Yuji lifted the cookie atop him, smothered in whipped cream with a bright smile and a wave reserved for you. “Eat me~! Just kidding~!”

Your pinky finger gently ruffled his salmon haired head. “Your teasing is very much warranted, you precious boi.”

In the parfait cup filled with ice cream, whipped cream and berries, a storm cloud raged atop Megumi's brooding head. “Get me outta here or I will shatter this glass.”

Yuji's face became pale with doom, hissing at you conspiratory. “He ain't kidding.”

You reached down and pulled out said grumpy Megumi who took the shinigami dog shaped candy, bashfully thanked you, and shyly pecked you on the cheek, compelling you to smooch him right on the nose. “Favorite tsundere here.”

You dropped him down on table level for Yuji to smother his boi in a good old bear hug; his infectious smile causing his emo bae to blush and ease into it and smile back.

“Maki-san~! Nibble on me~!” Nobara sung suggested cozied smack dabbed in her macaron.

“You idiot. Why did you have to admit that out loud? Here of all places?” Maki murmured, bashfully blushing, looking away amiss her red bean filled pancake sandwich.

“Maki-san! I love you~!” An unashamed Nobara rushed outta her macaron to tackle Maki into a bean pasted draped hug.

“Here.” You lifted off their pancake cover before handing a decent sized handkerchief to the girls as you passed by, earning winks of thanks from the pair before their stained faces grew messier as they commended a make out session under said hankie.

“Konbu! Tsuna Tsuna! Mentaiko!” The orange topped Toge waves eagerly at you from his perched spot on his own cupcake.

“I see you my boi and I've missed you too.” Your offered finger was taken by the rice ball speaking boi, swinging him to land before Panda lounging in the middle of a smore treat.

“Give me a hand, little buddy, tall buddy.”

“Takana!” Toge's mini hand and your long finger were more than enough to pull the fuzzy cursed doll out, though the chocolate sauce and marshmallows stuck to his fur.

You magically pulled out a wet rag to clean him up, humming at the now pristine baby. “My gift to you, my precious Panda.”

“L/n-san! Lift off please and thank you~!”

You picked up Yu's back collar to place him atop his fruit sandwich for him to slide down the creamy path, bumping right into Nanami. “Sandwich slide, hazah~!”

“Why must you condone this nonsense?” Kento commented through a mouthful of his subway sandwich, lightly bopping Haibara on his noggin as an attempted scolding.

“He's your partner. You tell me.” Your sassiness made the stern Nanami purse his lips at you in defiance but had Haibara chortling to his further annoyance, firmly tugging on his cheeks to gargle those noises, only amusing his partner more, finally doing here and now to kiss him just to keep him quiet.

Haibara's face glowed all smitten like. “Aw I love you too – !”

“Hush you and eat.” Nanami couldn't suppress a grin as he ate his subway with his favorite boi.

“Job well done, fellow yaoi buddy.” Shoko snorted at what she just saw, lounging in her lemon tea sponge cake, raising her small palm for you to give a carefully slow high five indeed.

“Keep your hands to yourself, assassin.” Riko narrowed dagger eyes at the scarred man across the room, cherry atop her head as she floated in a literal ice cream soda float.

“Riko-sama, be cautious, now.” Misato cautioned her, doing her best to stay blended within her fruity spread.

“I think he's retired from that lifestyle now.” You assured the pair, settling their nerves down when you handed them a plush doll with two eyes, eight legs and horns for them to cuddle and ride on.

“Suguru~ They're so pretty~!” Satoru plopped red bean paste sweetness into his mouth as he watched you move to and fro throughout the cafe.

Suguru munched on the cherry that sat atop with him on the cupcake. “Despite the major height difference, I will admit they look docile.”

“In that case – !” Gojo got down on one knee. “Marry us please~!”

Geto nearly choked. “Toru, we're still dating!”

Gojo got up to kiss him fully on the lips. “Well, we've practically been wedded since day one so …”

Geto's eyes crinkled with tender mirth, humming as he kissed back. “Can't argue with that logic.”

Grabbing his hand, the albino of the two floated them both on up high to reach you. “Plus, a poly ship is very sexy~”

The fact that the iconic strongest pair landed on either shoulder to kiss you simultaneously on your cheeks touched your heart.

“Aw, I – MMPH!”

The super human chibi that is Toji threw his bagel like a Frisbee disk right into your mouth. “Oi. You. This donut ain't cuttin’ it for me. Get me some beer, huh?”

“Dad!” Megumi snapped on your behalf.

“He is a beast.” Yuji anxiously sweated at the alarmingly impressive feat.

“I wanna duel him even more now.” Maki, a fellow non-cursed fighter, got fired up after peaking outside to witness his simple yet stellar stunt.

“Eh!? We already called dibs!” Gojo flared up, steam coming outta his ears.

“Hands off, monkey.” Geto emanated pure unfiltered hatred for the brute killer.

All three men had their eyes cast in shadow as literal sparks of agitation flew between them, ruining the cozy vibe of the cafe.

Able to chew and swallow that bagel up, you could speak again. “Knock yourself out, you beast.” Whisking out a jug of booze outta the blue, you knew the superhuman killer could take it, his smug self already chugging it down with one hand.

“Physically gifted,” Yuji and Maki breathed out in amazement.

“As I was gonna say,” you cupped your hands out for GoGe to sit on, your e/c eyes sparkling down at them, “Of course I'll marry you two. Size and all.”

A giggling Satoru and an amused Suguru are over the moon with your acceptance, bringing them close enough for them to smooch your lips in unison.

However later, you got an earful of “Goddamn” from your chibi sized boss at giving someone alcohol at his fine establishment.

But, you could tolerate it.

All these cuties make it all worth it.

Especially your new beaus.

[cheollipop]

*slams hand on Sleepover Buzzer* been thinking about San being so busy with promotions and concerts that one night when he gets home he simply can n o t help himself. He remembers you giving the okay for somnophilia, and when he sees you’re wearing the necklace that means it’s okay to fuck you in your sleep, he just can’t help himself.

Just imagining him trying to be so so quiet as to not wake you up as he tries to roll his hips gently into your cunt, but poor baby is just so needy and desperate that he’s making so many whines without realizing it, his hips moving harder than he means them to, and wakes you up. Poor baby is just trying to get off because he missed you so much and couldn’t wait until morning to slip inside you 🥺

But congratulations on your 2k followers!! Here’s to hoping there’s many more to come(😏)!! 🎉 🥳

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ANON YOU'RE CRAZY FOR THIS SKJDBKSN first ask and you give me this???? no regard for my mental health huh- anyway, I'm gonna pretend i didn't have an insane amount of fun writing this ahem. but thank you so much!!! you're too kind <3 I hope you enjoy reading~

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 0.9k

tags: smut, consented somnophilia, san is just so needy and desperate :(

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

He shifted restlessly on his side, stuttered exhales fanning over the back of your neck, eyes trained on the dainty, silver necklace hanging off its circumference. Pressing his pelvis to your lower back, San seeked reprieve as he stretched you open, two fingers stuffed into you with no intention to give pleasure, but simply to prepare you to take his leaking cock.

Part of him felt guilty—what was supposed to be his first day off in weeks eaten up by a last-minute interview, continuous promotions taking him away from the comfort of your arms and into endless crowds of screaming fans, your thought-out dinner eaten alone and a bed half-empty, your eyes pulled shut before San could walk through the front door.

His leather belt slid off the moving duvet, clanging softly over the crumbled pants on the floor by the bed. San’s movements halted, peering over your shoulder and releasing the breath he was holding once your resting features came into view. Scissoring his fingers once more, the hushed squelch of your cunt mixed with the spit he’d used as a makeshift lubricant sent a wave of burning arousal down to his core.

He pressed his lips to your clothed shoulder as he wrapped the fingers that were once inside you around his cock, pumping it quickly while he inhaled your scent. The whiff of his cologne sifted through his nostrils, and only then did he realize the familiar colour of his hoodie hugging your figure, an involuntary groan echoing in the back of his throat.

He didn’t bother with checking if you’d awoken, running his dripping cockhead through your folds once, twice, before sinking into your welcoming heat. It was as though the weeks of being apart from you—and the built-up tension they resulted in—had melted off his shoulders as soon as you had him wrapped up within your walls. San’s hands scrambled to pull your pants further down, leaving them around your knees and swinging his bare thigh over yours. He wrapped an arm around your middle and rolled his hips, his eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure overtook his senses, repeating the motion until the languid pace ceased to be enough. Pulling you closer to his chest, the soft cotton of his hoodie gliding over the button-up he didn’t bother taking off, he bucked his hips into your sopping cunt with building desperation, weeks of yearning piling into every thrust as he rocked your sleeping body back and forth.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing out needy groans onto heated skin while he chased a high he’d been unable to reach in your absence, his hand providing him with nothing but unsatisfactory orgasms followed by disappointment and longing. But now, with you enveloping his senses, your walls clenching around his throbbing length unconsciously and whimpers escaping your slumbered lips, he found it hard to hold back. He adjusted his position, bending his knees behind yours and bringing one of your thighs over his hip, the new angle allowing him to sheath himself fully within you. A broken moan reverberated between the four walls, masked under the loud melody of skin-on-skin as San fucked into you relentlessly, the tingling in his lower belly prominent as he rapidly ascended towards his high. Your breathing quickened, fidgeting growing longer in intervals as San brought you mind-numbing pleasure in your sleep, not quite ready to release yourself from the clutches of your dream.

But San was so close, his stuttered moans airy and high-pitched as he drove his cock into your clenching pussy, revelling in the sleepy whimpers he drew out of your parted lips. You were starting to wake up—eyes squeezing shut before relaxing, body slumping back into his warm chest, your hands squeezing around the veiny arm he had secured around your waist. But he didn’t stop, didn’t pause to greet or kiss you, too caught up in an orgasm merely a breath away, his cock throbbing uncontrollably within your warm walls.

“F-fuck, Sannie,” a soft groan as you brushed off the remnants of your slumber, and San was unloading three weeks’ worth of longing into your heat.

He folded himself over you, pushing your chest down onto the mattress and bucking his hips into you twice, stuffing you full of his length as he pumped a pool of hot cum into your used pussy, rolling his hips to give you everything he had. He held you down as you writhed under him, his cockhead pressing into your g-spot while it spurted watery ropes of his seed between your walls. Pleads and whimpers muffled into the pillowcase, breathless curses flooding out of San as you clenched around him, a stream of cum leaking out of your stretched hole.

San’s lips peppered kisses over your clothed back, remaining still within you while he came down from his high, warming his cock inside you while you whined for more. He took in your flustered features when you peered back at him over your shoulder—eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat reflecting the moonlight—begging him to keep moving, rocking back into his body to give yourself pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around your middle, San rested his chin over your shoulder and nuzzled his nose into your temple. His cock—still soft and sensitive, barely twitching in interest—dragged over your fluttering walls, San’s smile stretching against your cheek.

“Sannie's got you, darling. 'Gonna fuck my baby hard enough she forgets I was ever gone, how's that sound?”

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Hey!

Glad to see people coming to fluff out the jjk fic scene 😊 came by to drop a request/idea/suggestion 👀

Gojo receiving from reader | y/n a bag of his favorite sweets and getting instantly disarmed by it (it’s so genuinely heartwarming he has no cheeky comeback).

Bye and wish you a jolly one here on Tumblr 💜

Sugar

| gojo satoru x reader | fluff |

“really?” gojo shouts, amused, as he leans further along the balcony’s fence. “i could dodge that in my sleep, megumi!” he laughs as he watches maki strike yet another hit, her sword sweeping megumi off his feet.

megumi scowls where he’s splayed out across the grass, eyes set in narrow lines, glaring up at him. “maybe if you actually helped,” megumi scoffs dully, pushing off the grass.

“where’s the fun in that?” gojo laughs, waving his hand lazily. “you’re doing fine. just… less whining more winning, ‘kay?”

“i swear to god, gojo—” megumi continues— and he’s on his ass again, maki cackling where she points her katana at his chest.

gojo knocks his head back, rumbling with laughter and turns to find the next sparring duo. panda and yuji, however, are nowhere to be seen. and with a short scan of the field, he finds itadori climbing up the hill to where he’s standing.

“can we please stop training, gojo-sensei,” he says as soon as he’s in earshot, doubling over with his hands gripping his knees. he’s huffing and puffing, raging for breath.

gojo’s grin remains, pushing off the fence and crossing his arms on his chest. “a break? already?” yuji nods, gojo laughs harder. “you won’t become a top-tier sorcerer by taking breaks—”

his words get interrupted by a shriek, and gojo’s attention snaps down to the field to find nobara squealing, waving up at— you.

he spies you walking through the tree line, a smile tugging your lips as you crouch down by the top of the stairs to high-five nobara and greet the rest of his students.

“hey, you guys!” you shout, the rest of your words being drowned by everyone’s cheers.

he looks back to yuji, surprised to find he’s already half-way across the field, heading to where you’re standing.

gojo sighs with a smile and follows after him, lazily shoving his hands into his pocket.

“well, well,” he begins as he comes to stand behind you.

ever the composed woman, you don’t even flinch at his sudden voice, standing and turning around, eyes narrowing up at gojo.

“look who decided to grace us with their presence?” he smirks lazily, emanating ignorance, head cocking to the side.

“hello to you too, satoru,” you reply.

gojo scans you quickly, scrutinizing— you’re mission had been to exercise a special grade curse and surprisingly, it had taken you nearly an entire day. despite your immense skill when it came to sorcery, gojo’s always had a way of worrying when it came to you.

and when he inspects you, he’s elated to discover there are no new scars or bandages. in fact, you seem as happy as ever; with the weather warming up, gone is your usual uniform, replaced by a pretty sundress. it’s white, with blue flowers littering its fabric, ending by your calves.

“not exactly,” you smile and turn to his students. “i’m here to see just how much you’ve been burning out these kids.”

“not that much,” is gojo’s immediate response, and he musters an eye roll as his students contradict his previous response.

“we’ve been out here for hours!”

“kelp.”

“and it’s crippling with heat!”

“hey, i told you guys we could find a shadier spot but you didn’t listen to me.” gojo sighs dramatically, standing beside you now.

“oh, you’re full of it—”

“hey what’s that bag in your hand?” gojo recognizes the voice as yuji’s, and he turns to find you fisting a white, paper bag in your left hand. he hadn’t spied it earlier because it was obscured by your dress.

“oh, this?” you bring it up into the air, smiling giddily. you turn on your heel and shove it into gojo’s face. “for you, satoru!”

“for me?” he frowns but takes it from your grip, nonetheless. “what’s the occasion?”

“no reason,” you wave your hand. “can’t a friend get her friend a gift once in a while?”

gojo’s eyes narrow suspiciously, eyeing your smile and then the bag.

“well, open it, will you?” nobara scowls.

he narrows his eyes and pries the bag open where’s it’s taped at the top, eyes widening and grin faltering as he sees its contents— treats.

all kinds— tarts, lemon drops, cupcakes, mochi, macarons.

“you got these…” he trails off, stomach doing a flip. he turns to glance up at you, barely paying any heed to the bag being ripped from his grip by one of his students, eagerly searching what’s got him at a loss for words.

instead, he stares at you confused.

“just thought you might like them,” you smile softly, eyes warm. “picked them up as souvenirs on my mission in kyoto.”

“oh, these look great!” yuji exclaims, handing the bag over for his sensei to take once more— which he does, silently. “i’ll have to help myself to one later!”

his students continue with the conversation, but gojo only barely registers what they’re saying, instead watching you with keen eyes.

you stare at him expectantly, frowning.

“you bought these for me?” his voice comes out in a higher pitch than he had liked.

you nod, surprised, clearly not expecting this reaction. no cheeky comebacks, no insults— just quiet and processing. very odd on his part.

“sensei, are you blushing?” nobara gasps, mouth dropping, and his students erupt in shock.

gojo’s quick to respond, shaking out of his current, elated state. “i— what, no. just… surprised is all. get back to training.” he turns to you again, blatantly ignoring their groans, and offers a tight-lipped smile, only growing redder. “thank you.”

“the lemon drops were my personal favourite,” you say. “but you’d probably like the tarts! there’s two flavours— chocolate and berry.”

“I’ll give them a try,” he replies. “you’re really something, you know that?”

you shrug lazily, scrunching your nose. “someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“can’t have me going too cocky, huh?”

you nod slightly and offer a loud goodbye to his students, and to his awe — and delight — drop a small kiss on his cheek, before turning and disappearing into the forest.

he stares after you, skin tingling where your lips had just been, fingers grazing lightly across his cheek.

gojo’s bubbling, glowing. that’s why he barely pays attention to his students eyeing him with knowing looks and mischievous expressions.

“y/n and gojo, sitting in a tree—”

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omg my first request ahhhh thank you so much!! absolutely adore this idea so thank you for suggesting 🫶🫶

i hope you enjoyedddd i know it’s a bit rough and rushed but I’ve caught a cold and need severe sleep so spare me 🙏🙏

kisses,

har xx

[gingernut1314]

As Sweet As Sugar Bonus Scene

Gojo x GN!Reader

Summary: Gojo calls a meeting with the whole school to announce your relationship.

Warnings: Set sometimes during season 1ish, just fun back and forth between characters, slight mention of Star Plasma Vessel Arc, poor Gojo can't ever escape his students bullying, pet name (reader to Gojo)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I thought of this little scene and just needed to try and write it. This can be read as its own fic, but it is a little extra scene from As Sweet As Sugar which is technically it's part 1. I hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly

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“Since you all are my children and I raised you through blood, sweat, and tears, I thought it was only fair I told you all the happy news,” Gojo spoke, standing in front of the whole school in the auditorium. You knew he had been up to no good when he had convinced Yaga to hold this meeting. You almost had been delusional enough to believe he wouldn’t say anything about you and him becoming a couple. 

But who were you trying to kid? This was Saturo Gojo you’re talking about. Of course, he was going to announce it to everyone he could. 

You heard a murmur go up from the students--mainly them grumbling and complaining about Gojo “not being their dad”. 

“Me and that lovely professor over there.” He pointed your way, a wide grin crossing his glossy lips. “Are together. They’re my partner. He he my partner.” Gojo said, looking like a kid who had just opened his birthday present. 

The auditorium fell silent. So silent you would have thought Gojo had told everyone someone had died. 

“It’s pretty awesome right?” He beamed, looking right back at you with that bright smile of his. A smile that never failed to make your own pull to your lips.

“Really?” Maki started in that flat, ever-disapproving tone of hers.

“Holy crap. I think I’m gonna vomit.” Nobara said, slapping a hand over her mouth like she really would. 

“That guy?” Maki continued with a shake of her head, her ponytail swooshing behind her. 

“That guy?!” Nobara popcorned off Maki, flinging her hand from her mouth to point at Gojo who had yet to take his attention off of you. Attention that only made you more flustered and giddy the longer you were under it. “You know he doesn’t even moisturize! What kinda monster doesn’t moisturize!” 

“Awe…guys. Don’t you think you’re going a bit too far?” Yuji, ever the Gojo supporter, joined in, scratching the back of his head as he looking towards his friend. “They like each other isn’t that--”

“No. It’s weird.” Megumi added, arms crossed over his chest looking as grumpy as ever. “Gojo’s an idiot. Our professor could do better.” 

“Exactly!” Nobara popped in once more.

“Come on, Megumi. Can’t be happy for your old man?” Gojo’s attention unfortunately pulled from you then, leaning on the podium he stood behind. “So sad. Where did I go wrong?” He shook his head in mock disappointment. Megumi only stared blankly at his benefactor, utterly unamused.

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki chimed in, making Gojo gasp. 

“Really? You too kid?” 

“Salmon roe.” The second year said with a shrug. 

“Uh…I think he’s right. Ain't there some kinda rule about this? Like teachers can’t date other teachers?” Panda said, turning to look toward Yaga who was watching the whole thing unfold from nearby, expression unreadable.

“Of course, there isn’t!” Gojo said exasperated. “That would be cruel and, frankly, unjust.” 

“There is,” Yaga said making Gojo groan dramatically, plopping his forehead against the dark wood of the podium he was all but sprawled over. 

“You all just don’t want to see me be happy huh?” Gojo moaned pitifully. “Where are the third years? They’d be happy for us.” He turned his head to look your way once more, a big pout on his lips. You knew if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, he might have mustered up some crocodile tears for everyone.

“Mission.” You said earning another dramatic groan from Gojo. “Sorry, baby.” A round of displeased sounds boomed from the gathered students, even your fellow teacher Kusakabe gave a cringe. Gojo popped right up quickly, shouting back and fighting with the students like he was just another one of them. 

You might have stepped in and stopped them all did you not know Gojo loved this. He loved these kids, even when they were very very direct with their thoughts. He loved that they were comfortable enough with him to be able to argue back--to speak their minds. And you loved that it made Gojo happy. Loved that he was able to give these kids a bit of childhood you, him, and the rest of the alumni of this school never truly got. 

A shoulder bumped into yours, pulling your eyes from everyone. You instantly knew even without looking her way that it was Shoko. You knew just from the smell of the heavy perfume she wore to try and mask the musky scent of her last cigarette she had been trying, and failing, to not have.

“About time, huh.” She said, the bags under her eyes seeming darker as she looked back at Gojo, who was still shouting and playfully arguing with everyone. “You two deserve it. We’ve been through enough.” She said, eyes growing distant. You knew what she was thinking of. Who she was thinking of. “Be happy for the rest of us, yeah?” You nodded, nudging her lightly back.

“We will. But we’ll all be happy.” Shoko gave you a smile that seemed too weak to be genuine. One that never seemed to reach her tired eyes. Hadn't reached her eyes in some time.

“Hey. I’m happy as can be. Get to dissect bodies all day and heal paper cuts. My cup of tea.” You shook your head at the dryness of her humor. 

“I think you’re gonna have to heal Saturo’s ego after this.” You said, earning a huff of amusement and another light nudge from Shoko.

“Oh, but that’s your job now.”

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[psychoforanime]

Y/n after beating the F of everyone in training aggressively, pretty much being a gorilla.

Yuta walks by, Y/n cutely ask him to open a bottle of water for them cause they couldn't.

Yuta: y/n, You can't even open a bottle, yet you have a mission to go to. Please be careful. You make me worry about you.

Everyone: Don't be ...

[zapreportsblog]

↱ a fathers visit ↰

➘ summary : Masamichi Yaga raises his two children together

➘ Masamichi Yaga x reader x panda, jjk x reader

The cabin was nestled deep within the woods, far from prying eyes, a place where secrets were kept and mysteries were woven into the very fabric of its walls. (Y/N) had spent her life in this secluded haven, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the enigmatic presence of her father, Masamichi Yaga.

The old man's visits were rare, his duties as a sorcerer often pulling him in various directions. But today was different. The air crackled with a sense of anticipation as (Y/N) found herself sitting by the window, her (e/c) eyes scanning the tree line in hopes of catching the first glimpse of her father's arrival.

And then, as if in response to her silent yearning, a figure emerged from the shadows of the forest. Masamichi Yaga's tall, cloaked form cut a striking silhouette against the backdrop of the trees. His steps were measured and deliberate, his presence commanding the attention of the very earth beneath his feet.

As he drew closer to the cabin, (Y/N)'s heart quickened with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Her father was an enigmatic figure, one whose power was both awe-inspiring and tinged with an air of mystery that even she, his own daughter, couldn't completely unravel.

The door creaked open, and (Y/N) felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as he stepped into the cabin. His gaze met hers, his eyes a swirling kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to hold secrets beyond her comprehension.

"(Y/N)," his voice was a low rumble, his words carrying an air of both affection and gravitas.

She rose from her seat, her movements graceful as she approached him. "Father, it's good to see you."

Masamichi Yaga's lips curved into a faint smile, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. "(Y/N), my dear. You continue to grow stronger with each passing day."

Her gaze met his, a mixture of curiosity and longing in her eyes. "Tell me, Father, why did you bring me into this world? What am I, born from a cursed womb?"

His eyes held a mixture of emotions—regret, sorrow, and a hint of something else that she couldn't quite decipher. "You are a testament to my power and the consequences that accompany it. You are also a vessel of potential, one that I have nurtured in the hope of shaping a better future."

(Y/N)'s heart ached with a complex blend of emotions. She had always felt a connection to the supernatural world, to the magic that flowed through her veins. Yet, her existence was intertwined with a darkness she struggled to understand.

Masamichi Yaga's hand cupped her chin, his touch both gentle and firm. "My daughter, you carry the legacy of our bloodline, a legacy of both light and shadow. Your destiny is yours to shape, to find purpose amidst the chaos."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she met his gaze, a mixture of pain and acceptance reflected in her expression. "I want to understand, Father. I want to know who I am and why I was born this way."

His smile was bittersweet, his fingers wiping away her tears. "Your journey of self-discovery has only just begun, (Y/N). And as you navigate the complexities of your existence, remember that you are not alone. I will be by your side, guiding you when needed."

With those words, Masamichi Yaga's presence seemed to dissipate, leaving behind an air of tranquility that settled within the cabin walls. (Y/N) stood there, her heart heavy with the weight of her origins, yet filled with a newfound determination to uncover the truths that had been concealed for so long.

Weeks had passed since Masamichi Yaga's last visit, but the memory of their conversation continued to echo in (Y/N)'s mind. She had spent countless hours exploring her magical abilities, delving deeper into the mysteries that surrounded her existence. The cabin had become a sanctuary of discovery and introspection.

And then, one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, a rustling sound reached (Y/N)'s ears. Her heart quickened as she recognized the presence approaching. The door swung open, and her father stepped into the cabin, his aura exuding a sense of anticipation.

As she rose from her seat, her gaze caught on the small creature in his arms—a panda cub. Her (e/c) eyes widened in surprise, curiosity warring with wonder as she met her father's gaze.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice gentle as he cradled the panda in his arms. "Allow me to introduce you to your new brother."

Her gaze shifted to the panda, its innocent eyes meeting hers as it wiggled in Masamichi Yaga's embrace. A mixture of emotions swirled within her—confusion, astonishment, and a strange sense of warmth.

"A brother?" Her voice was soft, a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Her father's lips curved into a rare smile, the lines on his face softening. "Yes, (Y/N). This is Panda."

Gently, he placed the panda on the floor, allowing it to explore its new surroundings. (Y/N) crouched down, watching as the small creature waddled around, its black and white fur standing out against the wooden floor.

"Why... why did you bring him here?" (Y/N) asked, her gaze flickering between the panda and her father.

Masamichi Yaga knelt down beside her, his eyes fixed on the panda with a mixture of fondness and contemplation. "Panda has a unique connection to our world, much like you. He's not an ordinary panda; he's a spiritual creature, a guardian of balance."

(Y/N) reached out, her fingers brushing against the panda's fur as it approached her. She could sense a presence within the creature, a spark of magic that resonated with her own. "And you think he's meant to be my companion?"

Her father nodded, his gaze meeting hers. "Yes, (Y/N). Much like you, Panda carries the essence of both light and shadow. He will be your companion on this journey of self-discovery, a constant reminder of the intricacies that define us."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she looked at the panda, a strange mixture of emotions bubbling within her. She had spent so long feeling isolated, grappling with the complexity of her existence. Now, in the form of this panda, she found a kindred spirit—a creature that, like her, straddled the line between realms.

"I'm not alone, am I?" Her voice held a hint of vulnerability as she met her father's gaze.

Masamichi Yaga's hand rested gently on her shoulder. "No, my dear. You are never alone. You have a family that spans beyond the conventional boundaries of blood. You have me, and now, you have Panda."

As she watched Panda explore the cabin, a new sense of purpose settled within (Y/N). She was no longer just a vessel of power and mystery; she was part of a tapestry woven from magic and connection. With Panda by her side, she was determined to embrace her journey, to uncover the truths that had eluded her, and to forge a bond that transcended the realms of light and shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) found herself immersed in a new routine—one that involved not only delving into her own magical abilities but also training alongside her newfound companion, Panda. Masamichi Yaga had become a constant presence, guiding them through the intricacies of their powers and the responsibilities they carried.

In the tranquil glade beside the cabin, the trio gathered, the air charged with an aura of anticipation. (Y/N) stood by Panda's side, her (e/c) eyes focused on her father as he began to speak.

"Today, we'll focus on harnessing your connection with each other," Masamichi Yaga's voice was steady, his gaze shifting between the two beings before him. "Panda, you possess the ability to manipulate energies that bridge the spiritual and physical realms. (Y/N), your magic, too, is a blend of light and shadow, a testament to the balance you embody."

Panda tilted his head, his eyes reflecting an understanding that went beyond words. (Y/N) took a deep breath, her senses attuned to the currents of magic that enveloped her. She felt a sense of unity with Panda—a shared purpose that transcended their individual abilities.

"Focus on your connection," her father instructed. "Feel the flow of energy that binds you, the ebb and flow that resonates between light and shadow."

(Y/N)'s fingers brushed against Panda's fur, and in that simple touch, she felt a surge of energy—an intricate dance of magic that pulsed between them. Her eyes met Panda's, and she sensed a profound understanding, a bond that was forged not only by shared abilities but by the journey they were embarking upon.

As Masamichi Yaga guided them through various exercises, (Y/N) and Panda began to synchronize their movements, their magic intertwining in a display of unity. They created ethereal patterns in the air, weaving light and shadow into an intricate tapestry that reflected the very essence of their connection.

Time seemed to blur as they trained, their efforts guided by Masamichi Yaga's wisdom and experience. With each passing moment, (Y/N) felt a growing sense of confidence—a realization that her existence, born from a curse, held a power that was both potent and transformative.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of gold and violet across the sky, their training session drew to a close. (Y/N) and Panda stood side by side, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they caught their breath.

Masamichi Yaga's smile was a testament to his pride. "You've both made remarkable progress. Remember, your abilities are a reflection of the balance you seek within yourselves. Embrace your connection, and let it guide you."

The bond that had been kindled between (Y/N) and Panda was more than just a partnership; it was a testament to the unity of magic and purpose. As they watched the stars emerge in the night sky, (Y/N) knew that her journey of self-discovery had taken on a new dimension—one that was shared with a companion who understood her in ways that no words could convey. With each step forward, they would navigate the intricacies of light and shadow, bound together by the threads of magic that wove their destinies.

[samoankpoper21]

Christmas With JJK

Prompt: Putting up the tree/decorating for Christmas with the JJK characters

This is going to be one chaotic and hell of a Holiday season with these guys 🤣

Kento Nanami: WITH THOSE BUUUUNNNNSSS 😏 he's in the kitchen 😏😏

Gojo Satoru: Somehow found himself tangled up in the Christmas lights 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Geto Suguru: Helping untangle Satoru 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Megumi Fushiguro: Can't help but wonder how Satoru is his father while trying to string together popcorn 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Panda: Eating the popcorn that Megumi is trying to finish 🤦🏽‍♀️

Nobara Kugisaki: Multitasking between putting up their progress on her story/going live on ig and yelling at Megumi about how the strings of popcorn aren't coming together

Yuji Itadori: Arguing with Nobara about how he should be the one that gets to put the star on top of the tree instead of her

Toge Inumaki: The only one with success in terms of hanging the ornaments

Yuta Okkotsu: Whatever Maki says goes 🤣

Maki Zenin: Challenging Yuta to see who's the fastest in terms of putting up the lights inside and outside of the house - Yuta obviously wins 🤣

A/N I wanted to something light considering the Holiday season and how the anime is going/Gege's announcement of how the series is almost complete 🥲 On that note stay safe y'all and have a wonderful Holiday season!

~~~HAPPY HOLIDAYS~!!

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature

In which Nanami Kento is employed to exorcise curses which are frankly demeaning, pretending to be household objects

WARNINGS: Foul language, British/Danish sense of humour

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Nanami Kento strode through the halls of Jujutsu High, pausing briefly, at intervals, to greet colleagues and students. Today was a good day, he noted; his new shoes weren't pinching, he hadn't seen Gojo once, and he'd woken up naturally, before his alarm.

He glanced at his wristwatch as he slowed before a closed door. 5 minutes early, he thought. Well-timed. Politely early. As he straightened his tie, and raised his fist to knock on the door, it flew inwards with a bang hard enough to rattle the walls.

"Godammit, Tako, I said gently! And let visitors knock first."

Principal Yaga stood behind his desk, preparing two cups for a cafetière already steaming with, what Nanami hoped, was bad coffee. Yaga only brought out the good coffee when he planned to charm someone into an unappealing task.

Nanami bowed, passed greetings, and leaned carefully behind Yaga's door to glance at Yaga's new assistant.

A small orange clockwork octopus, about the size of a football with vastly overlong mechanical tentacles, clacked anxiously at Nanami, glancing up at him and twisting two tentacles together.

"Another cursed doll, sir?"

Yaga sighed, throwing a stern look to Tako, who let out a shrill squeak and raised its tentacles to cover its golden eyes.

"I'm trying to create one with manners, Nanami. One with tact, some domesticity, and, dare I say it, a little self-control."

Nanami looked thoughtfully back to Tako, who was now gently closing the door, and  patting the dent on the wall left by the doorknob. It skittered back to Nanami, gears winding, and, reaching up to take his hand in one of its tentacles, led Nanami to a plush armchair by the windows. Tako let go of Nanami, and patted the seat of the armchair, golden eyes glinting endearingly as it crooned.

Charmed, Nanami sat.

"Thank you, Tako-san. I think you're doing very well. I know students and teachers here who are less polite than you."

If mechanical cephalopods could blush, Tako would have. Instead, it raised two tentacles to hold the sides of its face, and scooted with a happy whirring under the opposite armchair, where Yaga sat as he offered Nanami a steaming cup of coffee.

Nanami took it gratefully, blowing away steam, and taking a sip. Ah, he mused, it's good coffee. He gazed momentarily out of the open screen doors, and felt the breeze carry his good morning away from him. Nanami allowed a taut silence to grow, feeling Yaga strain to find the words to begin.

"Curses have been evolving in some unusual ways lately, wouldn't you agree, Nanami-san?" Nanami nodded slowly and let out a hum of agreement, biting his lip as Tako plopped sugar lumps, one at a time (three, four, five...) into a distracted Yaga's coffee, which he'd rested onto his knee. Tickled, Nanami did not, of course, interrupt Yaga to tell him.

"There have been some curse-related incidents lately, Nanami-san, which are nothing short of...weird."

"Weird, how, sir?"

Yaga paused again, reaching for words. He lifted his coffee cup to his mouth, now a mountain of saturated sugar lumps. His jaw clenched, but he remained calm.

"One lump, Tako, not one bag." Tako raised the bag of sugar lumps to its eyes, sighing in dawning understanding. It took the cup from Yaga with a bow, and coiled away to rectify its mistake. Yaga gripped the arm of his chair, before slapping it briskly with an open hand.

"Godammit! You know I'm not good with words, Nanami, so I'll get straight to the point. We appear to be dealing with a spate of curses which appear to have evolved to look like common items. They're hiding in plain sight. The list of missing persons is growing, public awareness is increasing in an uncomfortable way, and we've had multiple sorcerers injured and flummoxed by them, to the point where we're not getting on top of it at all."

Nanami raised his eyebrows, and nudged his glasses back onto his nose.

"So you're saying this needs a Grade One sorcerer? They're powerful curses?"

Yaga tipped his open hand from side to side, "It's not that they're especially powerful," he elaborated, "they're just cunning. And strong sorcerers don't necessarily equate to smart sorcerers. As we don't really know the power of these curses, you were the first sorcerer to come to mind with the mental and physical abilities required to reliably destroy these bastards."

"I'm flattered, sir. What information do we have so far? We should start with the most dangerous, and go from there."

Yaga was already rifling through a narrow folder of papers, neatly typed.

"So there's certainly at least one hiding in a large shopping centre- perhaps you know it?" Yaga handed the paper to Nanami, who skimmed it cautiously. Ginza, he noted. Very upmarket. Where I bought my watch. Other details were scant, he assumed, because the two Grade Three sorcerers sent to resolve the situation appeared to have been missing for a week. Four other men were also mysteriously missing, reportedly during visits to clothing stores.

Nanami folded the paper and tucked it inside his suit jacket.

"Jujutsu sorcery is only marginally less ridiculous than being a salaryman. At least, it has been up until now. Am I going to regret accepting this assignment, sir?"

Yaga twiddled his fingers together delicately, declining to answer. Tako returned to Yaga and pushed a flowerpot, brimming with coffee, into his lap, confident that the sugar to coffee ratio had now been corrected. Nanami barely restrained himself from laughing out loud, and stood briskly to excuse himself before the urge overtook him.

Yaga patted a proud Tako on the head, exasperated.

"Who knows, Nanami-san? Maybe it will even be funny."

Nanami scoffed, and as he reached the door he heard Yaga call out for him.

"Oh and, Nanami-san? Please take Kugisaki Nobara-san with you. She knows the shopping centre well, and this could be a good teaching opportunity."

"Have I done something to upset you, sir?"

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"Nanami-san, if we're done quickly, do you think we could stay for some shopping? I love Ginza. I'm not rich enough for it, obviously, but a girl can dream."

Nanami shared a withering sideways glance with Ijichi at the driver's wheel. Streetlights flooded through the car's windows, casting shadows on Nanami's chiselled jaw.

"Do recall the shops will be closed. We certainly can't get away with a mission like this during the daytime, veil or no veil." He heard Nobara groan in the back seat.

Nanami took off his glasses, polishing them thoughtfully.

"I must also remind you of some ground rules for this task, Kugisaki-san." Nobara sat to attention, as Nanami continued, "My priority is to keep you safe. Eliminating the curse is secondary to me if you are placed in danger." Nobara opened her mouth to argue, but Nanami raised a hand and interrupted, "So if I tell you to get to safety, if I tell you to leave me and save yourself, I fully expect you will do as you're told. Do I make myself clear?"

Nobara pouted furiously, but acquiesced, and softened when in turn, Nanami thanked her, gently and sincerely. She recalled eating lunch under the dappled tree-shade with Yuuji and Megumi, as Yuuji waxed lyrically about how protective Nanami was, how kind, how eagerly he wished to shield the students from evil. Nobara wondered what had happened to Nanami to make him this way.

Nanami pondered the night-time Tokyo traffic, Haibara Yu ever on his mind. Ijichi pulled the car into a layby, putting his warning lights on. Briefly, he handed Nanami a master key for the shopping centre's shutters, wished Nanami and Nobara good luck, and waved them off as they stepped into the cool night air.

Nanami and Nobara let themselves into a fire exit of the Ginza shopping centre, Nanami holding the door for Nobara, as he watched Ijichi's veil drip a dome around them.

Mounting the stairs two at a time to catch up with Nobara, the sorcerers soon reached a vast, well-lit atrium, surrounded on all sides by high-end shops, advertising clothes, jewellery, and more. Nanami turned to Nobara, who gazed around the shopping centre with stars in her eyes.

"All we know so far, Kugisaki-san, is that six men are missing, two sorcerers amongst them. Does this tell you anything?" Nobara pondered.

"Well...it could be a coincidence that all the victims are men. Or maybe the curse is hiding somewhere largely men visit."

"Very good. I think we should start with suit shops and mens' apparel, perhaps. However, it's also reasonable to assume this curse can both disguise or diminish its cursed energy, and shapeshift. It is managing to hide in plain sight, after all."

Nobara stretched her arms in front of her, flexing her fingers. Walking over to a large display board, she spoke.

"So there are some men's bathrooms on this level, and two suit shops. Which one do you want?"

"While I don't normally encourage young women into men's bathrooms, I'm betting on the clothing stores as our most likely suspects. But, Kugisaki-san, the first hint of a curse, you call me, agreed?"

Nobara clasped a hand over her heart, "I promise, Nanami-san!" she proclaimed, but only because you're such a sweetheart.

Nanami watched her skip away, anxiety gnawing at his guts. Should I have let her go, Yu? he questioned internally, doubting himself as a mentor. He reached between his broad shoulders to unsheath his blade, and walked briskly until he reached the first suit shop. Using his master key to open the shutters, he began to sweep the shop, deep breaths broadening his senses and mind to cursed energy.

Nothing, he thought, nil. He doubted himself again, but glancing across the marbled hallways towards the second suit shop, he stopped. This suit shop is the better one, he considered, because all the arsehole finance guys go to that one. Because they're vain, self-impressed little boys who think a skinny, ill-fitting suit cuts an impressive figure.

Nanami unbuttoned his jacket, and paced confidently across the hallway, kneeling to unlock the shutters on the second shop. He was grimly satisfied as he felt a thrill of cursed energy through his belly.

New shoes squeaking, Nanami stepped slowly into the store. Low-lights glinted against polished mahogany surfaces, the clothing racks oozing money. Nanami's abdomen clenched and unclenched as he breathed deeply, seeking the source of the cursed energy. Whatever this thing is disguising itself as, it's doing a good job. Nanami pondered over a mirror, wondering if enough vanity and pride pouring into it would be enough to generate a curse. Alas, no.

Thoughtfully, Nanami leaned against a circular rotating rail, laden with shirts. Fingering one of the shirts while he stared around the shop, he had enough time only to consider the shirt to be a very poor material, before the arm of the shirt whipped outwards and coiled tightly around Nanami's arm and hand.

Quick as a flash, Nanami was yanked into the circular rail, which began to spin frantically, twisting him like a ragdoll.  Nanami coated his body in cursed energy as he felt metal hangers rip and claw at him. Arms too constrained to swing his blade, Nanami kicked hard and expelled himself from the flurry of shirts. He hit the ground hard with a grunt and rolled, hair mussed and face covered in scratches.

The clothes rail shivered menacingly at Nanami, who lay on his back, gobsmacked and evaluating his life choices.

"What the fuck", he gasped. Standing up, he realised his jacket was missing, and his shirt torn open from hip to shoulder. The clothes rail let out a tinny little burp.

"You little bitch", growled Nanami, twizzling his blade in his hand. With his eyeline full of ratios, Nanami swung hard at the clothes rail, and absolute mania ensued.

Lights flickered and danced in the shop as shirts fired at speed in all directions. Mirrors shattered as clothes hangers hit them at high velocity, and Nanami slipped and slid on cheap polyester, spitting pocket squares from his mouth and pulling ties from his eyes, failing miserably to land a hit on the demonic carousel, spinning wildly in front of him.

Nanami was yanked in and out of the clothing rail, being spat out more undressed and dishevelled each time, cursing and spitting venom at the godforsaken curse. Lying on his back again, and realising one of his new shoes was now gone for good, Nanami stood up, now shirtless but oddly with his tie remaining.

Checking he still had both nipples, he ducked beneath the spinning rail and landed a resounding hit at its base. The curse shrieked and buckled, becoming animated, grotesquely leaning towards Nanami and circling an outstretched metallic pole around his ankle.

Raised aloft with a yell, Nanami hung upside down, and desperately undid his belt. Sliding free of his trousers, he landed like a cat, and swung downwards in a fully committed arc through the top of the rail, down to the floor. The curse let out a deafening screech and split like a banana, fleshy, gaping mouth exposed, hideous tongue reaching for Nanami's legs.

Nanami uttered a noise of total disgust, ripped off his remaining shoe, and tossed it into the curse's gaping maws. The curse choked, and Nanami took the chance to grab it by the tongue, swiftly slashing it off. The curse shrieked again. Nanami now soaked in thick, hot blood, he landed a final deathblow through its bloodied mouth. The curse roared at Nanami, flipping his tie upwards into his face.

Nanami stood, panting, as the curse feebly spat one last pocket square at him, which Nanami used to clean his face as the curse  withered and died.

Nanami took a long breath in through his nose, and breathed out as he surveyed the broken, bloodied carnage of the shop around him.

"Yu, did you see that? I hate this stupid fucking job."

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"Eyes forward, young lady."

Nobara blushed deeply, eyes now wide and looking anywhere but at Nanami, who limped towards her, leaving bloody footprints across the marble floors. Clad in only his tie, glasses and underwear, drenched in blood and gripping his blade with a white-knuckled hand, he reached out an impatient hand for Nobara's phone. He spoke curtly to Ijichi, requesting immediate collection from the shopping centre.

Stood together in awkward silence, Nobara walked into the neighbouring suit shop, and wordlessly brought a black shirt to Nanami. He silently nodded, and began to button himself up.

"At least you kept your underwear, sir."

"Very bold of you to assume these are the same pair I walked in wearing, Kugisaki-san."

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EXTRA:

Megumi walked towards his dorm room, but despite his best efforts to ignore the sound of laughing, was drawn to the tone of absolute hilarity coming from Nobara's room at the end of the hall.

Knocking at her door, he heard various shushing noises and quiet footsteps approached the other side.

"Who is it?" came Nobara's voice.

"Only me," said Megumi, and the door instantly swung open, to reveal the whole of Jujutsu High's student population gathered around Nobara's laptop. Panda wiped tears from his eyes. Maki had popcorn. Nobara grinned wickedly at Megumi.

"Perfect timing. I managed to bully Ijichi into giving me the security footage from the shopping centre. You know, the mission I went on with Nanami? You've got to see this."

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Hopefully there are many more of these to come. Poor Kento, I love him so!

Also got some smut, angst and fluff planned in other stories.

If there are any other inanimate objects you want to see poor Kento fight, hit me up. I wonder what's next? 😈💀

[jewbeloved]

Team Stan with a s/o who can turn into a red panda like mei mei from Turning Red ♥️🐼🐼

Note: You know what, screw Tumblr! I made a long ass post of a request of a red panda s/o for the main boys, and I come back after several months to see that it's no longer available for anyone to read. Tumblr has already messed up some of the links in my master list with their dog water updates.

If any of my posts are somehow "delete" make sure you guys inform me so I can recreate it. I'm so pissed off right now. I completely forgot how the last scenario went so I have to rewrite this all differently 😭😭😭

Warnings: None

Gender: neutral

💙💚 The Main Four ❤️🧡

The first time they saw your panda form, they were shocked and confused. But amazed at the same time because this is probably the first time they have seen a red panda.

Stan and Kenny over here ruffling your fluffy ears while Kyle is staring daggers at Cartman to make sure he doesn't make any rude or "ginger" comments about you.

"You're so cute (Name)!". Stan's compliment made you blush as you pulled both him and Kenny into a hug, which resulted in Kyle and Cartman wanting a hug from you as well once they both stopped fighting.

They're probably going to be teasing you forever now ever since they saw your adorable panda form. <3

Who needs a bed when they can all just sleep on your belly? It's very comfortable to them so they wouldn't mess this opportunity to sleep on your belly when you're in your red panda form.

Except Cartman would probably rather sleep next to your head or tail.

They're quick to get you something warm to cover yourself with if you ever get cold.❄️❄️

They would be more then ecstatic if you ever scare off the 6th graders If they try to hurt the boys. You look menacing whenever you're angry in your form.

Please give them a ride on your back as you stroll around the place, It would also bring them joy to be able to see other places while riding on a red panda ❤️❤️

Overall, they love having a red panda s/o💙💚🧡❤️💖💖

School starts for me next week 😭😭😭😭

[chososcamgirl]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒: part 2!

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a/n: more incorrect tweets bc it’s tew funny not to make more… i think ill b doing these whilst also writing cat cafe so my blog is v active !! :3