#reader x kasumi miwa

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : Yawns oh man I'm thirsty....

[Walks into the kitchen completely dark]

[Opens the fridge]

M!Reader : gosh the light inside the fridge is bright

[Checking the fridge and grab a bottle of water]

M!Reader : Jackpot!

[Drinks it]

M!Reader : Gosh 3 AM ice water hits different-

Slurp'

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : must be my imagination-

Slurp'

M!Reader : Okay I definitely heard that-

Slurp'

[Y/N panickly tried to find the light switch while sweating intensely]

[Turned on the light]'

M!Reader : WHO ARE YOU AND-

[Turns out to be Miwa eating a cup of noodles]

Miwa : .....

M!Reader : .....

Miwa : This isn't what it looks like-

M!Reader : You're eating a cup of noodles at night without me!

Miwa : Y/N I can explain!-

M!Reader : My soulmate! My partner! My lover! Betraying me!

Miwa : Wait i can explain!

[jjkamochoso]

How JJK Characters React to You Describing Them as Your Type When Todo Asks

Fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: pretend you’re in a huge group with all of the students present when this question was asked :) also, I went with the anime adaptation of the characters rather than the manga, just fyi!

There’s a part 2 here! in which you react to them describing you as their type :)

Yuji:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

“Yeah y/n, we wanna know!” Yuji said, excitedly. You figured there was no harm in sharing, Todo and the group were just looking for fun to distract them for a little bit.

“Okay, well I like guys that are average height, not too tall or short. Super strong, of course, with a cute, goofy smile. Oh, and colored hair is always fun too!”

“Oh man, he sounds so cool! If I find any guys that look like that, don’t worry, I’ll send them your way!” Shaking your head and laughing, you got into a conversation with Megumi while Nobara yanked Yuji out of your earshot.

“Yuji! Don’t you realize what y/n said?!”

He rested his chin in his fingers, deep in thought for a few moments before he answered.

“No? Should I have?”

Nobara didn’t hesitate to whack him on the top of the head.

“They literally described you, idiot! Don’t you own a mirror?!” Yuji’s mouth opened in a big smile. This was great news since he had a big crush on you!

“Y/n! I have to talk to you!”

Megumi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to join Todo’s antics but you had no choice.

“You don’t have to answer him. It’s a stupid question anyway.”

Megumi’s voice came unexpectedly from behind you. You smiled inwardly at his protectiveness.

“I appreciate that Fushiguro, but I might as well. Let’s see. I like moody boys on the lankier side with dark black hair and dark blue eyes. He has to love animals too.”

You looked at Megumi to see if it registered that you were talking about him. All of a sudden, he sported a deep blush and excused himself from the group. Todo gave you a hearty smack on the back for your response.

“I’m proud of you for baring your soul like that to the one you love,” he said, tears rolling down his face. “Y/n, go get your man!”

You turned to look at your friends who all just shrugged their shoulders. Looks like you’re off to find Megumi then!

Nobara:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You had no hesitation answering this question, you loved to talk about things like this, gossip and crushes and the sort. Besides, it was time Nobara knew how you felt!

“I thought you’d never ask! I really like short girls with short hair. If it’s a vibrant color, that’s a plus. Spunky personalities are the best and I need someone who’ll keep up with me when I go shopping.”

Looking over at Nobara, you saw her jaw drop and you knew she understood what you were getting at.

“Y/n! You liked me and you never told me?! This whole time?!” she shouted, running towards you. You didn’t know whether she was going to hit or kiss you so you took off running as well. Gotta love the feisty girls!

Maki:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

“This stupid question again?” grumbled Maki. You were a bit nervous to reply to Todo. You had a huge crush on Maki but she was, well, intimidating, to say the least. To be fair, so was Todo, and you heard what happened to Fushiguro so you went with the safest bet.

“I like girls who are on the taller side and insanely strong. Light eyes, dark hair. Straight to the point, always. And uh… glasses.”

Maki hadn’t moved a muscle and you cringed, fearing the worst. Best case scenario, she would ignore you ever said that. Worst case, she’d beat you up. When she came over and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, you gulped.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this somewhere else.”

(Spoiler alert: when you were somewhere else, you kissed🤭)

Inumaki:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Todo was on your last nerve. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but why should you be expected to tell everyone your personal business like this? In front of both schools’ students, no less! When you were filled in on what happens when you don’t answer truthfully, you resigned to the fact that you were exposing your true feelings to everyone today, whether you liked it or not.

“I like shorter men, preferably with medium length blonde hair, and bright purple eyes. He doesn’t talk much but more than makes up for it with his top tier sense of humor.” You noticed that Inumaki never broke his gaze from you as you spoke. You shuffled over to where he was sitting to explain yourself, but this time it was you who couldn’t find the right words.

“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki broke the silence first, basically asking you what was wrong since you marched over there and hadn’t said a thing.

“Look, Toge, I’m sorry if I—”

He tugged on your sleeve, stopping you. In his hands was a note that read, “I like you too” with a little smiley face at the end.

Yuta:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You weren’t sure how to answer Todo. On one hand, you didn’t want to expose your crush on Yuta. On the other, would be it so bad for the truth to be out there? He was a kind person that wouldn’t drop your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“I really like average height guys with longer dark hair and big, dark blue eyes. Personality wise he has to be extremely loyal and caring. Oh, and good with a sword.”

“Sooo… Yuta?” questioned Panda, and you nodded in agreement, your face warming with a blush.

“Wait, me? Really?” Yuta’s eyes lit up as he broke out into a hopeful smile. You nodded again.

“Oh man, that’s great!” he exclaimed, and then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve liked you for awhile too and I just thought maybe you didn’t feel the same but you do! Which is amazing!” You laughed softly at his rambling. This school year just got a whole lot better!

Gojo:

“Y/L/N sensei! What kind of man is your type?”

“Todo, isn’t that wildly inappropriate to ask your superior?” you answered, a joking tone present.

“Maybe, but we’re curious! Please, sensei?”

“Yeah, sensei! It’s just for fun” Yuji chimed in.

“And it’s a team building exercise to know something so personal! You’re always saying we need to communicate better,” added Nobara. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I meant that to be an exercise among you children, not me. But I will entertain this for only a moment, so listen carefully,” you told the group and they cheered like their favorite baseball player hit a home run. As you were about to spill your secret, you spotted Satoru leaning against a wall, clearly interested in the secret you were about to spill.

“I like super tall men who are lean but extremely strong. He has to be very funny and goofy but with a kind heart. White hair and striking blue eyes are also a must.”

Maki’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she exclaimed, “You like that blindfolded idiot?!”

As the kids clamored at the newfound information, Gojo took that time to approach you and the students.

“Excuse me everyone, but me and my new lover must depart,” he announced, taking your hand dramatically while leading you away to laugh at what just happened.

Noritoshi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You groaned. You really didn’t want Noritoshi to know about your infatuation with him. It was no secret that he had more important things to deal with than schoolyard crushes so you were afraid to confess in case it made him uncomfortable—or worse, dislike you!

“You don’t have to answer the immature question, y/n,” Noritoshi spoke up when he noticed your discomfort. You were grateful for him but you wanted to keep the peace among your classmates and judging by the death glare Todo sent to you two, you’d better start talking.

“Thank you Kamo, but I value harmony among friends so I will answer this for Todo’s amusement only. I like tall men with a bit longer dark hair and gray eyes. Having an honorable character and being good with a bow is the way to my heart.” You felt Noritoshi tense up next to you and you refused to look at him out of fear of rejection. He took you by surprise when he leaned over ever so slightly to whisper to you.

“I was caught off guard by your confession but I can’t say I don’t feel the same. Can we discuss this later?”

Todo:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Your eyes went wide when Todo’s booming voice reached your ears. You were super into him but no one knew. You knew you couldn’t fool him with a fake answer, though, and if you were going to feel his hand for the first time, you’d rather it be from holding it with your own than having it curled in a fist and connecting with your face.

“Um… I like men that are extremely tall and buff. Dark hair, tan skin. And passionate, of course.”

“Hm! That’s a great answer! He sounds hot,” replied Todo, smirking, “but unfortunately for that perfect fake man, I’m taking you on a date first because you’re my type!”

You definitely weren’t expecting this!

Mai:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You rolled your eyes. This big oaf is going to jeopardize your friendship for sure. You really liked Mai but you figured she wasn’t into dating and all the lovey dovey stuff.

“Do I have to answer?” you asked, praying Todo had a change of heart.

“No, y/n, we all wanna know. What’s your type?” Mai chimed in, a sly grin on her face. You gulped.

“I… like women that have short, dark hair and dark eyes. If she’s taller than average that’s cool, and I love a snarky personality.”

“No way!” exclaimed Momo when she realized who you were talking about. You refused to look anyone in the eyes out of embarrassment and fear. What you weren’t expecting was Mai grabbing your hand and leading you somewhere else. Hopefully it was to talk and not get beat up!

Momo:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You huffed in annoyance. There were always some sort of antics with this guy! You had liked Momo for awhile now but she was like an enigma to you. You could never get a good read on her so maybe telling her how you felt outright would be a good thing?

“I really like girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and short, too. Having a cute personality is a plus as well,” you answered, hoping that was straightforward enough.

“Wait a minute, that sounds exactly like me!” Momo exclaimed, blushing slightly. You sheepishly nodded your head.

“Because it is. I have a crush you.”

The whole group erupted in a chorus of “aww’s” and “how adorable.” You were nervous that you had accidentally made her uncomfortable but your fears disappeared as she came over to sit next to you. When the students were distracted by another topic, you felt Momo’s hand rest over so slightly on top your own and you knew you made the right decision to confess.

Miwa:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

Before you spoke, you met eyes with Miwa. It almost seemed as if she was anxious to hear what you had to say!

“Girls with dark blue eyes and are average height are my type. I also really like girls with kind hearts and are down to earth. Blue hair isn’t too bad, either,” you finished, smiling nervously. Both of you were blushing messes while Mai scoffed “Get a room!” Your classmates were just happy that the secret was out in the open—they were tired of you two dancing around your feelings for each other!

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

playing match-maker with professor!gojo satoru—”we can’t mind our business!” [nxt]

teaching is incredibly rewarding. nothing beats the sense of fulfillment that comes with educating the next generation—it gives you a sense of purpose and makes you feel like a contributing member of society. but recently, you've developed a guilty pleasure, an unhealthy vice. 

because, in truth, what you really find rewarding isn’t teaching. it’s the juicy gossip you share with your colleague, gojo satoru. 

it started innocently enough—quick whispers and passing speculations about students during breaks. then it escalated to frantic texts about classroom dramas. now, it’s a full-blown routine: coordinating your lunch breaks to debrief over an aptly chosen herbal tea at the café across the street.

gojo, the physics professor, is an instigator by nature. unfairly brilliant and chronically bored, he’s always looking for ways to entertain himself. you, an english professor with a manageable workload, were the perfect partner in crime. together, you’ve meddled in your students’ lives, and your escapades have become something of a shared hobby.

his preferred method of meddling is match-making, and to your credit you guys have had one successful match:

juniors, kasumi miwa and kokichi muta.

sweet, hardworking miwa was one of your favorite students, always putting extra effort into your creative writing assignments. muta, (aptly nick-named mechamaru) is a genius with mechanics and the president of the robotics club. gojo taught him quantum physics and claimed he was one of the sharpest students he’d ever met.

it started with a haiku.

you’d assigned miwa’s class a poetry assignment, and her submission, though simplistic, immediately caught your attention:

I may not love science, I can’t bring machines to life, yet I yearn for you.

if that wasn’t enough, there were faintly erased doodles of robots holding hands in the margins of her submitted assignments. around the same time, gojo noticed muta sitting strategically in his class so he could be visible through the window into yours. he angled his notes just enough to display his complex equations—clearly trying to impress miwa.

the moment you pieced it together, you texted gojo:

dr. gojo satoru: no way, her haiku is basically screaming I love him

you: lmao I asked her about the inspiration, and she said, “just a friend”

dr. gojo satoru: she’s gonna move on if we don’t act now!

you: what if we double-book office hours for them? “accidentally,” of course

dr. gojo satoru: omg brilliant, drafting the email rn XD

the plan worked. you and gojo “accidentally” scheduled them for office hours at the same time, then conveniently left them alone. miwa, stumped by an intentionally tricky writing assignment, was soon receiving help from muta. numbers were exchanged, tutoring sessions turned into hangouts, and four months later, they were officially dating.

now, every month, gojo extorts a cream puff from muta as a “thank you” for the setup from the pricey bakery downtown. you pretend to disapprove but always end up splitting the treat.

which brings you to your current predicament. you and gojo are locked in a heated debate about which first-year students to set up next. gojo insists itadori yuji and kugisaki nobara are the ideal pair, but you’re convinced yuji and fushiguro megumi are better suited. gojo’s conviction runs so deep he swears it’s ingrained in on an atomic level.

so to raise the stakes, gojo has wagered his louis vuitton messenger bag (est. value: $3k), while you’ve offered up your earnings from the third installment of your self-published ya novel (est. value: $4k). and yes, the fact that those numbers are so close in value is embarrassing.

desperate to prove each other wrong, you agree to consult your colleagues.

gojo’s first choice? philosophy professor getou suguru.

dr. gojo satoru added you and prof. getou suguru to a group chat

dr. gojo satoru named the group chat cupids <3

dr. gojo satoru: getouuuu dr. gojo satoru: getougetougetougetougetou

prof. getou suguru: this is highly unethical.

prof. getou suguru left the chat.

though getou pretends to be above your antics, he shows up to join you in gojo’s office later, coffee in hand and smirking. he brushes a finger across the desk and frowns at the dust.

“if I were willing to entertain your ridiculous game—which I’m not—I’d say megumi and yuji are the better match,” he declares, smugly.

he strolls to the whiteboard, sliding his glasses down from his forehead to settle over his eyes, his black bangs falling neatly into place, and begins sketching a diagram:

utilitarianism: will the act ultimately result in the best overall results—maximizing utility?

• megumi x yuji: opposing personalities balance each other out, ultimately improving their weaknesses. ↳ e.g. megumi silences yuji when he talks over the lecture, while yuji incites megumi to participate more during group projects, increasing his participation.

• nobara x yuji: similar personalities embolden bad habits, ultimately leading to chaos. ↳ e.g. nobara and yuji are rarely late individually, but when they hang out, they end up coming to class late, usually carrying coffee, and snacks.

getou pops the cap back on and crosses his arms, “I rest my case.”

you cheer while gojo groans, insisting getou’s biased.

determined to recruit an ally, gojo drags you to statistics professor nanami kento, the epitome of calm professionalism. confident in his plan, gojo smirks and declares, “once nanami agrees with me, the resident genius, your theory will come to a grinding halt—no momentum, no inertia, just friction stopping you in your tracks.”

nanami’s sitting at his desk engrossed in grading assignments when you all appear in the doorframe. his brown oxfords shined, speckled tie flung loose over his shoulder.

when he notices your presence, he pointedly checks his watch before stating, “you’ve got ten minutes, for,” he gestures, “whatever this is, I leave at six.”

you explain the predicament and nanami rolls his eyes, rubbing at his temples like he’d just got a headache. “sounds like simple probability, for example,” he rises to pick up a piece of chalk from his blackboard:

p (a) = # of favorable outcomes / # of possible outcomes

p (a) represents the probability of event “a”, megumi and yuji coupling up

he draws a number here, a letter there—the equation is getting increasingly hard to follow, even gojo looks dumbfounded. 

“two, carry the one. and you get…” he starts completing the result:

p (a) = f(u)<k 0ff

he deadpans, the mirth visible in his eyes, “you guys really thought I’d help you with your childish endeavor, has anyone ever told you to simply just mind your own.”

you huff out offended, “we can’t mind our business! come on, don’t be like that. aren’t you close with yuji, being his advisor and all, you should want the best for him!”

nanami sighs, glancing down again at his watch. five more minutes. he approaches you and flips open his phone, scrolling for a couple seconds. 

“here look,” he tilts the screen showing a text thread with yuji:

itadori yuji (freshman): sensei can I ask you something?

nanami k.: what can I do for you itadori? 

itadori yuji (freshman): you know how I’m undeclared? well, I love spending time with friends. is it okay for their interests to influence my major?

nanami k.: while the choice should ultimately be your decision itadori, it is only natural that your environment and experiences influence the line of thinking that leads to that decision. which of your peers have you found most influential? 

itadori yuji (freshman): I don’t wanna say because I don’t think they realize how much I look up to, and respect them. I’m scared I’ll psyche them out. but they’re terrific: driven, independent, and forthright.

nanami k.: well if those traits are any indicator they seem like a strong, positive influence to your academics.

you finish reading and you all share a look. you start, “okay so, I think I’m confident that with yuji’s messages in mind, we all think, no, are certain, that yuji’s ideal match is…”

“megumi!”

“nobara.”

“megumi!”

“nobara!”

and so, you once again, begin considering who might be the next best person to consult for an additional perspective.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ back in their dorms, megumi, yuji, and nobara can’t stop sneezing, the sheer weight of being so heavily discussed tickling their senses.

[koishiro]

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[materialgworlas]

[silentscrying]

🏀 buzzer beater

nba!gojo x manager!reader

summary: you thought you'd gotten rid of arrogant NBA star satoru gojo when he left the curses after your first year in basketball management. but when your contract is up three years later, you find yourself working with him once again as the manager for the sorcerers. as you navigate playoff season alongside long-time friend ieiri shoko and the sorcerers' insufferable star player, you start to realize his sudden departure from the curses may not have been what it seemed, and maybe gojo isn't exactly the person (or player) you thought he was, either.

content: 45.8k words. complete. fem!reader. warnings preceding each chapter. mild angst, lowkey enemies to lovers but not really, solid amount of fluff. implied sexual content. language. aged up characters. fake nba teams. written by someone who knows nothing at all about basketball.

directory one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine // ten // eleven // twelve.

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[kurominiiiz]

SMAU: “Only Ash Remains” PT.3

~ In which you become a curse user. ~

🖤

Masterlist

PT.1 - PT.2

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Includes: Yuki Tsukumo, Aoi Todo, Kasumi Miwa, Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi, Kenjaku, Mahito, and Uraume.

[stellayuta]

Love on The Grid - Formula 1 AU! Yuta Okkotsu - Pt 1.

synopsis: One-night stands were nothing but a necessary painkiller for your inability to cross paths with true love. Your most recent find at a Vegas Club was no different. He was boring, obedient, SLOW! You leave him high and hanging hoping you'd never see him again until you find yourself gawking at a supersized billboard of him on a Vegas highway with the title 'LEGEND RETURNS TO VEGAS'.

genre: smut

content: 18+ only. Formula one driver! Yuta x f! reader, nasty intercourse and everything it includes, swearing, unprotected sex, use of alcohol. and a lot, lot, lot of s*xy stuff(like it's everything, a long list, so not gonna write it), reader is downright filthy ngl

word count: 2.8k

a/n: Ah this is my dream come true and this is totally to feed into my fantasies Dx

WARNING: always use protection!

"A bit to the right." you gasp, biting your lips but unable to hold on for long enough to make way for an uncontrollable moan.

"Ah, fuck! How are you so good at this! I thought you were a virgin?" You gasp, coming on his face with a squeal and taking some minutes to put your dazzled mind back into order. You sit up and clear your throat while the man appears from under the blanket and your thighs, face slick and shining with fluid. You gulp at the sight.

"What made you think I was a virgin?" He asks, smiling at you kindly, as if he didn't just devour your pussy.

"I don't know... really." You say, running a hand through your tousled hair, picturing how you two first met. It was a rave night at one of Las Vegas' upscale clubs. You and two of your friends happened to be bar hopping and ended up there at the recommendation of a previous bar's bartender. This club happened to be hosting a major celebration for an event that took place in Vegas that night and it was filled with howling men and skimpily dressed women, dancing to the heavy bass and vibing through the strobe-rainbow lasers. This was exactly your type of place.

"Tonight's your night Y/N." One of your friends cheered while the other made a tiger claw impression at you. "Go get em' tiger!"

You let your girls handle the drink orders and in a half-high state, wandered through the crowd, trying to look for men to chat up. That's where you saw this man, tucked away into a comfortable corner, with what looked like a nice orangey cocktail in hand. He was surrounded by a few men chatting with some very eager women, but he didn't partake in the conversation. That man was going to be your lay today, you had decided.

You cut through the dazed crowd and approach their group with your martini in hand.

"Hi there, got room for one more?" you say charmingly, the other men smiling encouragingly at you and the women smiling apprehensively. The men are clearly better looking, taller, with posher clothing than the wallflower hiding behind them, but the women can have these men.

"Oh, hey you!" you call out to the man, and he looks at his peers before making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, you." you pout at him. "Come out, I need a partner, I love this music." you reach for his hand, and he takes it hesitantly. You see the girls relax a bit as you seem to have chosen the worst pick of the group instead of the shiny men but you're happy to excuse yourself from their company and take your new arm candy to the dance floor.

"You frequent this place?" you ask the man, in order to break some ice. You have no interest in knowing his name.

"Well, I'm just visiting." He replies shortly, training his gaze to be glued to the dance floor. So, it'll be a challenge.

"Want some of this?" you ask, offering your drink.

"Nah, I'm on a cut, sorry." he replies. You give him a sharp smile trying to mask your immense irritation.

"Why the fuck are you in a club then?" you ask, discarding your martini on one of the drink tables and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, staring into his eyes. You catch a glimpse of his drink it may as well be orange juice for all you know now.

"Well, I -"

"Actually, never mind, don't answer that. Do you have a girlfriend?" you get to the point now. Because if he does, you're going to back off.

"Um, sorry, I don't." He says, confused. He stands absolutely still as everyone around him including you continue to groove to the music.

"Well, if you don't like drinking or dancing..." you smirk at him. "Want to do something more fun?"

You were almost certain this lad would say no but to your immense positive astonishment he agrees, cupping your waist and dragging you out of the club. The rest was history.

*****

"Anyway," you say, eyeing the rising sun out of the window blinds of this random hotel room of a random hotel he picked out. It had been a long night and the two of you had been going at it like rabbits. You started near the doorway with him pounding into you from behind. After you came once, you made him pull out and got down on your knees, sucking him off like a thirsty wreck. Then you had a round in the bathtub of the suite with you on top of him. He wasn't limp yet, so you got on top of him on the toilet again and bounced your way till his climax.

He still wasn't done because you ended up on the bed and he decided it would be a good idea to eat you out. You're just glad none of you were drunk out of your minds and everything happened consensually. He had an amazing dick, perfect girth and just long enough with a wicked curve, it's a pity you'd have to let it go today. Yet, you can't help but eye it hopelessly as it hung limp in front of you, almost begging you to caress it again.

"Aww you little-" You coo at his dick, reaching out in front of you to take it in your hands. You feel its weight and its fleshy texture and relish it. "I just can't leave it alone." you tell his soft length as he smiles at you.

That was one good thing about this guy. He didn't say awkward things. He was to the point, very kind in his after care, naughty but not excessively and oh my god are his groans out of this world. He is a looker too. I couldn't tell in the horrendous lighting of the club but now with steady lighting and even in the majestic rays of the rising sun, this man looks hot as hell.

You slump down to take his warm cock into your mouth gratefully and start sucking on it, feeling the length gradually increase and harden inside your mouth.

"Mmm.." you hum and grab a hold of his ball sack and fondle them, not wanting them to feel left out from the action.

You pay special attention to the underside of his cock as he grabs a hold of your hair with his shivering hands and makes you sink down on his length till it hits the back of your throat.

yummy.

You let his cock feel the merciless squeeze of your throat cavity as you go cross eyed from the sensation of being used like this. You moan and hum some more to add to his pleasure and grab a hold of his thighs with force. You look up at him with teary eyes to give him the green signal to let go and with a gasp, he looks up.

You are able to appreciate how thick and veiny his neck is as his seed paints your inner throat white, shooting warm liquid down your throat. He keeps thrusting and doesn't stop until his balls are dried out. You keep his limpening dick in your mouth for a while longer, collecting some of the cum in your mouth, intending to play with it for a bit when he pulls out.

"God. Just wow." He says after leaving your mouth as he watches you blow bubbles with his cum and let it drip down your lips only to scoop it with your fingers and force it back into your mouth.

"Shit. You'll make me hard again."

You blow a big bubble from his cum and wait for it to pop before speaking.

"Why, you're turned on again?" you ask, with half lidded eyes.

"Can you tell me your name?" He asks hopefully. Does he want this to be something? does he want more of you?

Well, he ain't getting any.

"Mouth's full." You reply teasingly, dodging his question and grinning with your teeth covered in his cum.

Your conversation is suddenly interrupted though by a long beeping noise coming out of your digital watch and you check the time.

6:15AM.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

The man sees your mouth form a big O as you stare bleary eyed at your watch, the cumming almost dripping out of your mouth. At this point he felt it was ridiculous you hadn't swallowed yet, nasty.

But swallow you did, and very quickly. You moved with such pace that it was a blur in front of him... and he had seen many fast things in his life.

"I-I'm sorry." you say, pulling your pants on and buttoning up your shirt. You opt to leave your bra and panties; he can have them for all his good work.

"I gotta go!" you say.

"Hey wait! At least tell me your name... or your number, anything!" He pleads. You make the mistake of turning back to look at him. Blushed, with sleepy eyes and puffy lips, locks of dark hair falling beautifully on his delicate face. He looked so vulnerable and needy that you almost feel bad, but your boundaries were clear from the start.

This vegas trip was your medicine to heal from a broken heart. You weren't going to leech on to someone emotionally again. Never!

"Looks like our time here ends..." you say, trying to sound as sorry as possible.

"I don't know if I'll ever meet you again baby boy, but hey! you made me cum. That's brownie points!" you smile at him encouragingly before fleeing from the hotel room with your phone, wallet, and no underwear.

You take quick steps in your kitten heals and head for the receptionist's desk, hoping and praying that here is no white goo on your teeth. First, you locate where this damn hotel is and next, you ask for a pharmacy which luckily, they happen to have.

You book your cab as your Plan B and water bottle gets billed. You check your clock again. 6:23AM.

Ahhhh!!!

You urge the cab drive to max out on his speed and he tries his level best to achieve super-car levels of pace while you down your plan-b. You make it to the hotel you and your friends were staying in just in time and only get 30 seconds to yourself to wash your wrecked face before you have to hop on to your work meeting on your laptop.

"Hey guys, how's it going? Everyone ready for today's standup?"

As a Principle Software Developer at a Megacorp, it's hard to take days off for Las Vegas on demand, at a short notice. Work from home was the only negotiation.

You grind for the rest of the morning and a large part of the afternoon as your friends and their boyfriends wake up from their sleep at their own pace, ask you about where you've been and grab some lunch for all of you. They have a lot of questions to ask but you're willing to answer absolutely none.

Once you're finally done with the day's work, the sun is beginning to set, and you take a minute to meditate and finally retire to the shower. This is the first time since yesterday morning that you truly have a chance to clean yourself thoroughly and to think clearly.

What were you thinking?

The reality of the situation drones in on you as the unforgiving cold droplets assault your skin. You still feel his dick on your tongue, his cum clumped in your throat, his veiny neck, his firm arms on your hips, his legs intertwined with yours.

God, what did you do?

This is... this is all Megumi's fault. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be this broken today.

You let a few tears slip out in the gracious masking of the shower.

When you finally emerge fresh, your friends are waiting for you.

"We're going out!" your friend, Momo, exclaims.

"What? Where?" you ask. There were no plans for today.

"Well Noritoshi here wants to see one his fancy car races. Apparently, they do that in Vegas. There's a track and everything." your friend explains as her boyfriend, Noritoshi nods in excitement.

"It's Formula One, Momo! I have been dying to see one race live, at the circuit." He mumbles, more to himself than to us. "Initially, I only booked the tickets for Momo and me but I was able to get three free ones!"

"You guys can come along if you want to." Momo tells me and my other friend, Miwa and her boyfriend, Kokichi.

We all look at each other and before I can protest, they say yes on my behalf too.

Motorsports huh. I've heard of it yes. Though I appreciate a good quality car, I have never been a fan of racing as a sport. Isn't it a rich people exclusive anyway? I mentally scoff at the thought of my cheering on from the stands at a circuit and definitely catch Miwa narrowing her eyes at my expression.

"Dress up well. The crowds are all bigshots." Kokichi tells Miwa. "Not that you don't always look good, babe."

"Oh stop you!" Miwa blushes, putting her cheek on Kokichi's shoulder.

Ugh couples.

All of us get dressed to the best of our abilities with Noritoshi absolutely decking himself out in his formula one merch. He is wearing a teal accented and black leather bomber jacket with the words "Mercedes" stamped on it. He also carries a cute little plushie of what I assume is a current driver. The plushie looks soft and limp just like...

I widen my eyes in lieu of publicly slapping myself. Fucking. Get over it. Y/N!

Kokichi eyes the plushie with disgust.

"Bruh come on. Him, really?"

Noritoshi isn't having it though. "He's one of the greats. If you don't believe it, you're in denial. Thank you very much."

"He's not as great as my man Geto Suguru. The beast in his Red Bull!"

"Suguru, that ass? He's a cheat and you know it-" Noritoshi wants to continue but Momo stops him.

"We're getting late! Let's get going." The five of us leave the hobby and hop into our convertible (Kokichi won't let us rent anything else).

Kokichi drives, with Miwa in the shotgun handling the music. Momo, the shortest sits in the middle with Noritoshi to the right, making sure the tickets and everything else is in place. I am in the left, zoning out, happy to look at the twinkling lights of evening Vegas. This city is like an anti-depressant. Fast acting and temporary.

"Hey, Y/N." Momo suddenly pulls on my arm.

"Mhm?" I ask, keeping my eyes shut.

"How was it last night? With that guy you went off with?" She asks, curious.

"Don't wanna talk about it." I admit. Because I will then never stop thinking about his stupid dick.

"You will have to tell me some day!" She yells in a hushed voice.

"Not that I'll ever see him again, Momo." I remind her.

"You didn't even get his number?" She prods.

"Nah."

"Okay what's his name?"

"...."

"You can't be seriously, Y/N!"

I raise my hand to shut her up for a bit. I don't want to have this conversation after a long night of fucking and a long day of work.

Miwa must be forgetting why I came on the trip because she starts vibing to some slow, romantic song, holding Kokichi's hand as I try to play deaf. I place my head on my folded hands atop the window, gazing out at the passing light poles on the highway, in front of a pinky-purple sky. The sunset today is ethereal.

I almost begin to hear Megumi's voice in my head when Noritoshi suddenly laughs out, holding his plushie in the sky.

"Kokichi, would you look at that!" He says sarcastically pointing in a direction which makes us all turn our heads.

I follow his line of sight and spot a huge billboard approach us. It is so massive that I can clearly see what's on it from like half a mile away. It is made to stand out with blue and teal led lights framing it.

What catches my eye isn't the billboard decoration though. It's what's on it.

I nearly let out a choking sound but catch myself just in time.

On the billboard, larger than life is the human version of Noritoshi's plushie, clad in black and teal with a shining helmet in hand and standing proudly in front of his wicked Mercedes accompanied by the tagline which Noritoshi chants now.

"The Legend of Vegas returns to conquer for the Third Time! KING Yuta Okkotsu!"

Continued here in Part 2

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01: obnoxious music

NOTES ! this chapter is based on this newjeans performance I recommend watching it for a better reading experience

Megumi’s pov yesterday 10pm

megumi is fast asleep when he hears a loud blast of pop music and yelling from down the hall. What are they so excited for at this time? He tries pulling his pillow over his ears, but the music is super loud something obnoxiously catchy, like, “I’m super shy, super shy…”followed by Yuji and Toge screaming the lyrics.

“What the fuck…” he mutters, finally throwing his blanket off and leaving his room.

He walks into the living room, finding Yuji and Toge eyes too glued to the screen to even notice him. “What the hell are you guys screaming for? It’s like 10pm. Don’t you have class tomorrow?” He mumbled, but they can barely hear him.

“Y/N’S MAKEUP IS SOOOO GOOD!” Yuji kicks his feet, followed by Toge’s just as equally excited, “No, ‘cause Riko ate that outfit!”

Megumi groans as Yuta pokes his head out of his own room. “Can you get them to shut up… please?” Megumi pleads and Yuta sighs. 

Then raises his voice to get their attention. “What are you guys even watching at this time? Could you at least turn it down?”

“The NewJeans performance I told you about!” Toge responds.

“Ohh, I forgot you told me about that” he walks over to the side of the couch to see the screen.

Megumi raises an eyebrow. The hell is NewJeans? He sighs, but as he turns to leave, Yuji tugs him onto the couch.

“Just sit down and watch, Megumi. A little watching can’t hurt!”

Megumi puts his head on his forehead annoyed as hell but he begrudgingly sits down, glancing at the screen, where a girl in the middle of the group seems to stand out. I mean why wouldn’t she if she’s in the middle she’s obviously important for something. Yuta leans over. “Wait, Toge, who’s who again?”

Toge points. “White top with a ponytail and bow is Y/N. Two pigtails in the cropped shirt is Riko, two buns and black shirt is Nobara, two pigtails with a normal shirt is Maki, and the girl with the sheer shirt I think she’s wearing a bun is Miwa.”

“Oh… okay.” Yuta finally sits down. Megumi watches the girl in the center. “So, the girl in the middle is Y/N?”

“Yup,” Yuji says, eyes glued to the screen.

They do look pretty cool, Megumi thinks, but before he can comment, the song ends. They bow, and he sighs with relief. “Alright, so they’re done now. Can you guys turn off the—”

“Nope!” Yuji yanks him back onto the couch. “They’ve got a second performance for OMG!”

Megumi groans, letting his head fall back against the cushions.

yn pov yesterday 10:10pm

A crowd of stylists and assistants bustled around her, hurrying her down the hallway toward a dressing room for a quick change. She had no idea where the rest of her group was, but that didn’t matter; what mattered was that the whole group had ten minutes tops to get into these over-the-top outfits and fix their makeup. 

No time to worry about anything else.

As soon as she got to the room, someone handed her part of her costume, and she slipped it on as fast as she could. An assistant crouched down to help with the tricky stuff—her boots, which were more like armor, and some wings they’d attached to her back. Honestly, though? She wasn’t even that stressed. This was just part of being an idol. She’d done crazier quick changes before.

Finally dressed, she was escorted backstage, where she spotted Riko waiting. Her friend’s eyes lit up, and Riko beamed at her. “You look amazing! The blonde braids looks so good on you.”

She squealed back, “No, brown hair on you is everything!” Riko didn’t get a chance to thank her before they saw Nobara, Maki, and Miwa approaching. The five of them all started talking at once, pointing out little details of each other’s outfits.

“We still have like three minutes left,” Miwa said, glancing around the stage. “And the set is so cute! We should take a picture.”

“But we have to do it quick! Cameras will go live any second,” Maki said, already positioning herself.

They scrambled onto the stage, posing as Riko took the picture. Just then, a loud voice from backstage called the countdown: “Ten, Nine, Eight…”

Hearing the countdown they rushed off the stage, barely managing to contain their laughter.

Three, Two, One, action! 

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EXTRA ! this is the picture they took on stage:

the people backstage were pissed at them for getting on the stage when they weren’t supposed to

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[nikanyon]

Im thinking so hard ab this rn it shattered my brain I need to DIE.

WHYYYYY COULDNT WE HAVE MECHAMIWA IM SOBBING

no bc how are you going to create the best ship ever and just kill off one of them

WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON GEGE ITS ON SIGHTTTT

[rekino2114]

Could I please ask for Kasumi Miwa relationship headcanons with an S/O that acts cold and tough in front of others but becomes shy, clingy and blushes easily when given affection in private? By the way, I really enjoy your writing, please keep up the great work!

Kasumi miwa with a cold but soft s/o

A/n:Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad you like my writing

Miwa didn't really like you at first. She wanted to be friends with you like with everyone, but you seemed too cold and aggressive for her. She tried to talk to you, but you kept either ignoring her or just giving her dry and short answers, so she kinda gave up.

That was until, she tried to talk to you while you were alone, she noticed how different you acted when you were only around her, how shy you got when she talked to you, how only a brush of your hands could make you blush, she actually found it kinda cute. So she started talking to you more when you had the opportunity to be alone and you eventually got together.

She doesn't interact with you that much when other people are around, so much so that the other students didn't even know you were dating, you're softer to her than to everyone else but still kinda cold so she often waits for you two to be alone to be affectionate

And when you are, that's when she gives you all the affection you could ever ask for. She loves how clingy you get because she is too, and she loves hugging, kissing, and every other affectionate gestures you can think of.

She actually thinks your tough personality is pretty cool and badass but she prefers how you are when you're near her cause she thinks you're adorable

[undermine-the-instinct]

Stop looking at me with those eyes!! Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Todo, Miwa.

Characters are aged up, early to mid twenties!!

Warnings: Reader is GN but could be read as more feminine leaning, i.e wearing dresses, having painted nails. Spicy times are alluded to, directly insinuated in Miwa's part. Use of vibrators/edging. Minors DNI.

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Forget doe eyes. This boy {Yuuji} has these beautiful, wide, wet eyes like a newborn baby cow and it makes you soo angry. He's too freaking cute like get out of here with that!!

Your #1 simp. Cheerleader. Hype man. The type to run in front of you to get the door and announce your arrival like you're a monarch (in his eyes you are). Whether or not it's pre or after Sukuna he is sick over you. You're just so hot and pretty and amazing and he's the one who gets to be with you and he's just so grateful.

The eyes are out all the time and Nobara always makes a 'bleh' face. (she secretly fangirls over you two though in private, megumi told you).

He will carry you so your feet don't touch the ground ever. He will fluff your pillows and refill and watch your drinks and give actual advice when you want him to critique your looks. You're always beautiful but he'll tell you what enhances your beauty.

"I think this one is too short."

"Yeah. It's gonna ride up your ass when you walk. Not that one." You strip off the dress in front of him and smile when his eyes immediately turn to stare.

"The blue one then? Or the purple one?"

"...Which purple one again?"

You try to stifle your smile. "The one without sleeves, love."

"Why not the red, shiny one? That one is good."

"Red is kinda stereotypical, right? I don't wanna look too slutty and have guys keep approaching me."

Yuuji is pouting when you look at him, but his eyes haven't left your form.

"Wear it. You look so good in it, I'll be with you."

"That's more trouble for you then when people assume I'm free."

"It's fine." He whines. "It's okay, you can dress slutty, I can fight." You burst out into laughter. Yuuji perks up, and soon his laughter is joined in with yours.

There are tears in your eyes and you try to make sure they don't fall, you don't want the makeup to run. Yuuji's eyes are shining, he's looking at you like it's the first time all over again, and he gets up from his seat and practically floats over to you.

"Hey~ Stop looking at me with those eyes, Yuuji," you tease. He doesn't say anything though and just picks you up with a squeal from you. He rests his chin on your chest and fixes you with that stare, his heart in his eyes.

You run your hands through his hair, soft and pink. His roots were starting to show, he needs a touch up soon. You'll help him, of course. "You're such a sap, Yuuji."

He grins, and presses a kiss to your skin. "Only for you, love."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

Pretty, pretty eyes. You could get jealous over those lashes, but for however shy he is, {Megumi} always calls you beautiful. He doesn't want you to think he thinks of you as any less than that. And, seriously, you and Megumi are that one couple you see in the street that are just too pretty to believe.

Secret starer. Much like Itadori, he likes to look at you, you're just so amazing and kind and sweet and capable and you're his and– Oh fuck you caught him look away.

Remember in the last episode where Nobara was beating up Yuuji and he pulled his collar to cover his face? Yeah, that's him every time you catch him. His face gets all red and cute and it's too adorable for you not to mess with him.

"Caught you lookin'." Megumi just pulls his collar up higher, but doesn't quite hide how even his ears are red.

"I was just glancing. I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this."

You grin. "I'm not, but you seem pretty defensive. It's okay if you like what you see."

"I wasn't looking."

"You just said you were glancing."

"In your direction. Not at you."

"You're such a liar, Megumi!!" You slap his arm, and press up to him, so that no matter what, he is all you see and hear.

"You're too close."

"I'm not close enough." Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you can count every lash in his eyes, his pores (kinda big. Stress, you two need to do masks), and the twitch of his mouth. He's so cute you can't help pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." He's pouting when you move back, and you're sure your eyes are shining, that he could see his reflection in them.

"Oh? I'm just returning the favor? You were checking me out." He clicks his tongue and tries to move away, flustered, but you tighten your hold, lower your voice.

"It's okay, Megumi, you can look. I don't mind."

His face is soo red, but he finally looks at you, pretty eyes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"I look at you all the time you know. You're so hot and your eyes are so pretty, even with your spiky sonic the hedgehog hair. I just keep thinking about just pulling you somewhere and doing something to you." His eyes widen as you continue on, and you see him struggling but he doesn't look away.

"Is that what you think of when you look at me? Is that why you get so embarrassed? It's okay, you don't need to, even if you look so cute all shy and stuff. You've already seen everything so–"

"Oh shut up already." Megumi sighs hard, breath washing over your face. His hands wrap around your waist, tight, secure, and pull you out of his space. You wiggle to get back but he holds you in place.

Ooh. He's in a mood.

"Stop playing with me. You like to tease too much."

"But I don't see you denying what I said? I'm right, aren't I?"

Still glaring at you, and stilled faced, he speaks.

"Thats it. I'm canceling date night."

Your eyes blow open.

"Wait, what, no! We planned this a week ago, we can't-"

"We're staying inside tonight."

Oh?

Oh.

"Oh. Oh. Okay!" Megumi snorts at how quickly you perk up, happy and glowing in his hands. He only has time to smile back and squeeze before you both snap into attention, pulling back from each other.

"You don't have time for lovey-dovey when you're in a life-or-death situation!" Megumi has a spear in his hand, the blade would have gone between, or through, both of you with how close you two were.

You turn, and Maki is wearing a frown, hands on her hips. Panda is currently using Nobara like a baseball bat against Toge.

"Get back to training!"

You snap to salute, which doesn't help Maki's frown.

"Yes ma'am!" You sneak a glance back to Megumi, to see him already looking at you.

"Later?"

He nods. "Later."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Nobara} can act like she's annoyed with how often you stare but she's secretly loving it.

She's a prideful girl, and she's still a bit shy about showing exactly how much she loves you in public. She still throws herself into your arms whenever she sees you, and she holds your hands and kisses your cheek and wears matching nails and jewelry (yes, nails. She needs to see how the design looks first so you're her test subject).

But when you're giving her those wide, adoring eyes? Suddenly she gets all squirmy and blushy amd she has to force herself to meet your eyes! You love her! Obviously! Very, very much, and she won't be embarrassed about that.

But damn, you're shameless.

"Hey. Hey. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"But I love you, I can't help it."

You're out on a group date with Megumi, Itadori, and their partners, and of course, you're currently at a karaoke bar. It's funny seeing Itadori metaphorically break down into tears during a love song, but you'd rather watch how the lights turn your girlfriend more into the effervescent goddess she is.

She tries not to squirm, but you see it, and grab her hand, and the lights still can't hide how her face flushes.

Suddenly, Itadori is at the table, and is pulling Nobara to get on stage, and you suspect she doesn't fight that hard.

You happily sit and watch her on stage, Itadori chose another love song, of course. She melts and gets into character as the song goes on, twirling and swaying, and around the second chorus, she catches your eyes again.

It suddenly all hits her, the situation, your lovesick eyes, but she continues on with hardly a hitch. And hey, if you're gonna look, she's gonna put on a show.

It's like a k-drama. She's singing on stage with Yuuji, who is serenading his own love, meanwhile every time she looks at you your eyes are on her with a smile on your lips. Shoujo eyes, she thinks, before she turns it up, sings louder, and points you out in the crowd.

The crowd jeers. And now it's your turn to blush as the crowd laughs and cheers and awws, and when Nobara finishes she fixes you with her own lovesick stare, just for you, and only for you.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

You and {Toge} are little shits together and the only reason why you mostly get away with it is because you've been blessed, with the true doe eyed gaze.

Any snide remarks or mishaps or pranks, you just turn the eyes towards your victims and they fold. Usually. Gojo-sensei always folds, but you only think it's because he thinks it's funny, your pranks and how he folds, and not because they actually work.

Of course, you use it in moderation, but Toge has mastered the look. He can't really speak, so he has to have other modes of communication. And he has levels for this.

First, he always has this soft boy look on his face, that just lowers your guard. Didn't work well when he had his hair up, but it's better nowadays. Then, it's the pleading eyes. If you want to resist, close your eyes, and run away.

Then it's the true doe eyes. The ones you often use together. 85% success rate, though there's ones these never work on. I.e Maki, Nanami-sensei, the principal. But then, and only Toge has this, there is the last level.

"Toge, no."

He doesn't speak, of course, but not because he can't. There are soft, sweet, innocent words he can use with you, but that's for special occasions, like anniversaries, or pillow talk, or shared baths.

You know he is looking at you with those eyes.

"Don't do this to me, Toge. Don't. Please. I need this." You close the fridge, and hold your pudding to your chest, grab a spoon.

"Please. You know I can't resist. I've been saving this. Please." He can't speak but you feel the silence, the expectation, he knows you will fold and he doesn't fill the air at all. The anticipation kills you.

"It's the last one, Toge." And, despite your common sense, you look.

Immediately, you're done, your back hits the fridge (something fell. You hope it doesn't spill) and you clutch the pudding tighter but it's too late.

The doe eyes have been turned up to eleven, you don't know how but his pupils are dilated, and there's a wet sheen to his eyes. The light reflects and makes them even shinier, and you have to resist. You have to be strong–

"Please?" Oh, God, no. He spoke, he spoke. He opens his eyes wider, and of course the devil looks so cute and innocent when he wants something.

"No!!! Stop looking at me with those eyes!!"

He just cocks his head all cute, the bastard, and takes a step closer. Defeat is imminent.

"..."

"No…" his mouth quirks like he wants to laugh but he holds on.

"...Please?"

"UGH!!" You scream. You bang your head back against the fridge (another thing fell) and hold it out to him. He snatches it in a millisecond, an impish grin on his face when you look back at him.

"You devil. You monster. Seducing me, exploiting me for your own sick desires–" a spoon is popped into your mouth, and you taste the pudding spread on your tongue.

"Share." He smiles, sweet again, and damn it. You love this gremlin.

He still ate most of the pudding later though.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

THIS GIRL COULD NOT HANDLE AFFECTION. {Maki} would fold and run the minute you got a little too sappy with her, in the beginnings of your relationship.

You've been together for a while, but she still gets loud and huffy whenever you get too sweet on her. Much like Nobara, only she's waaayy worse at handling it.

Of course, it's easier in private, she lets you gaze adoringly and pepper her in hugs and squeezes and kisses, and she returns them. Her love language though is more acts of service, and words of affirmation, which is great in the bedroom, and if you have mommy issues, but we digress.

But when Maki looks at you now? And when she's feeling frisky?

Oh My God, you've never seen siren eyes till you've seen Maki do them. Sharp and sultry and melting and fuuucck, your heart is beating so fast.

She's still much too shy to say it in public, but she's very much the 'come sit in my lap' type. You know what she wants when she has that look, so you spare her some dignity and plant yourself down.

"You could've come dancing with me."

"You know I'm not the type. I like watching you though." She joined you at this nightclub, even if she can't get drunk (crazy metabolism), and sports some fruity drink she holds to your lips. She wipes a drop from your mouth when she takes it away.

"You don't mind when I dance with other people?"

"No. You can dance, but I know you won't cross the line and go too far." She plays with the edge of your sleeve, and when she looks up at you her eyes are so dark.

You lean in.

"Little liar. I see the way you look at me, it's making everyone too scared to approach."

"Well, good then."

"Not good. You won't dance with me so I have to find someone else. But you keep scaring everyone away. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Oh? Fine then. Give me something else to look at then." She smooths a hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist and brings you in closer.

"...I still wanna dance." Her hands toy with the edge of your clothing, lifting it a few inches.

"Really? You sure?" She nips at your jaw and grins when you jolt. You sigh hard, annoyed (not really).

"I get all dolled up to go clubbing, what's the point if we go back early?"

"Hm." Maki pretends to think, tapping a finger against your hip. "You're right, you're right. We'd still have our fun no matter what time we got home." You blush, but don't object.

She guides you off her lap gently, so she can stand up, your hand still in hers. She starts pulling you off to the dance floor. She grins, eyes all sultry and lovely.

"So come on, like I said. Give me something to look at."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Todo} is another #1 simp. I honestly think that if you don't check this man, he will go fully yandere on you so, keep an eye out people.

If Itadori worships you like his sovereign, Todo worships you as his God. His religion. The only faith he would ever bind himself to. This man would easily make merch of you, even if you're just a nobody and he will wear it in public, proudly.

When I tell you this man stares at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky, believe it. When I tell you this man would serve on you, hand and foot, believe it. Baby, you are the breath in his lungs and the beat of his heart, this man is obsessed with you. Good if you have abandonment issues or insecurity, but I understand if you feel it's too much.

But he is a himbo so…

"Baby. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Eyes? What eyes?"

"You know what you're doing! You need to look ahead!" If it weren't for his amazing senses and situational awareness, you think he would have tripped over his feet by now.

It's not too crowded, and you're just taking a walk together, hand in hand, but his eyes haven't left your face.

"Stop it!!"

"You're so beautiful today!" He looks like he's about to burst out in joy.

"You say that everyday." You huff, and brush a stray hair out of place.

"You're wearing a new outfit today though, and it really brings out your eyes."

You smile at him, and you see him melt, like chocolate.

"You always notice the little things. Thank you honey." For good measure you reach up and kiss his cheek, and only a squeeze from your hand keeps him upright. This man is swooning.

But suddenly, Todo straightens, and grasps your hands in his own. His eyes look battle ready, and are focused entirely on you. "I would give my life for you."

"...I know, baby."

"No, listen." He suddenly falls to his knees, but he's so tall you can still easily make eye contact. "I will give up my life for you. I will spend the rest of my life serving you."

"But you're my man, what am I supposed to do for you?"

"Allow me to always gaze upon your splendor, and stay your beautiful self. Forever."

"Hmm," You pull a hand back to put on your chin teasingly.

"I can assure you I'll stay amazing and glamorous forever, though I am a piece of art. I am forever changing shape and form, so I can't ever stay the same. Would you still love me then?"

"If you still love me, then yes. Whatever form you take, I will love and honor whatever emerges. If you will have me, of course." It's strange, and cute, to see such a strong, intimidating man look so blushy and sheepish, and your heart flutters, full. You're sure you have your own heart pupils now.

"Of course I will. I love you, and how you love me and take care of me. Of course I'll have you. I'll always want you."

You both are staring into each others souls, when suddenly, the people around you break out into applause, and you both look up to see a crowd has formed around you two, sharing 'awws' and other exclamations.

It dawns on you two quickly, and your faces both explode into red. Some people even have their phones out for goodness' sake!

"Let's get out of here." Todo stands, and in one fell swoop scoops you up, and you're off.

"These people dont deserve to even look at you!" You can't help laughing at the situation, and wrap your arms around his neck.

"When you actually propose you're going to have to beat that!"

"Of course," he grins. "I've been practicing since our first month anniversary. You'll love it, I know it."

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I know we probably all classify our girl mascot {Miwa} as sweet and shy and awkward and I agree with those headcanons, to an extent.

See, when Miwa is in a relationship, a stable loving relationship, she changes. She gets more comfortable, more open, more loose. More confident.

Of course, she's still bashful, shy sometimes. But when she doesn't have to fear rejection or backlash is when she really shines.

Seriously don't know how, but she's got this blend of Siren and Doe eyes. Somehow, she's found a way to blend them into this cocktail that you can't ever resist, and maybe she abuses it.

Just a little though.

She wants to leave this restaurant already. She knows you made a reservation and she's been having an absolutely lovely time, she loves her new dress and the food and how good you look, but this vibrator is driving her crazy, and she's gonna leave a wet stain on the cushion if this goes on any longer.

How are you so calm? You have your own vibrator, and somehow fiddled with the things so they both work with one remote, which you still have. You look cool as a cucumber, and only her training and willpower has kept her still with a pleasant face. A red one, but relatively relaxed.

Relatively.

"The eyes, darling." You cut up your food, and the lights make you look so soft and lovely.

"Stop giving me those eyes darling." She didn't know she was staring, but she can guess what look she has on her face. She tucks a lock behind her ear and doesn't drop her gaze.

You turn up the intensity, and Miwa has to bite her lips and lower her head to stifle any sign of what's going on. Her thighs squeeze together tight, trembling. You just laugh, low, dark and smooth that makes her gut warm.

Minutes past, and you lower it, but it just makes her hyperaware to what she's not getting. Slowly, covertly, she slips a foot out her heel. She traces it up you calf, past your knee. You give her a look as she rests it on your upper thigh. You don't react when she nudges closer, closer to where she knows you're aching to, but suddenly you swat her foot away.

"Okay, that's enough." She hears you say, under your breath, almost imperceptibly, and you stand. She slips her heel back on.

"Stand up, and drop your glass on the seat as you do it." She's almost too out of her mind to question you, but she does as you say, and even adds a gasp as the glass slips from her grasp. She did leave a spot, how embarrassing. Oh well.

Immediately a waiter comes over and you step forward to speak to him.

"I'm so sorry, I think my wife isn't feeling too well. I'll pay for this, is there any way we can take this to go?" Things are sorted out, and she leans against your arm as you tip your server, and you kiss her forehead, guide her to the car.

As soon as the door closes she sighs, leans back against the seat and lets her expression fall into pleasure, shoulders dropping. You laugh, and press your mouth to her jaw.

"Yeah, I couldn't handle the way you were looking at me."

"How are you so calm? I was dying back there." Before you can answer she's grabbing onto you, moving to straddle your lap.

"Fuck it, I'm dying right now." You laugh again, press a kiss to her shoulder.

"We're still in the parking space love, it's not long till we get home, you can wait." She groans, and gives you those eyes, a mix of pretty please and hurry the hell up then when she looks at you, trailing her hands down, down. Your tummy jolts under her hands, you groan.

You grab her hands before they go down further, a tremble in your sigh. You're just as worked up. "Wait, love. We have time." She pouts, but slides back into her seat, fixing her dress. It is a nice dress.

"Can we have the leftovers afterwards?" You chuckle, and start the car.

"Of course, honey."

[i-am-distressed]

Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College Chaos

After all, Tokyo was the weird school, Kyoto was perfectly normal...right?

💕An SMAU showcasing just how not normal the Kyoto group really is💕

Including but not limited to... Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Momo Nishimiya, Mai Zen'in, Kasumi Miwa, Kokichi Muta (Mechamaru), + 3rd year Y/n (told from reader pov)

Pt.1: This is for training purposes I promise

Pt.2: The missing case of Noritoshi's dorm key

Pt.3: Innocent until proven guilty

Pt.4: did anybody else hear that?!?

Pt.5: Help

Pt.6: todo the love "expert"

Pt.7: Noritoshi, the unfortunate victim of identity fraud...

Pt.8: noritoshi lacks appreciation for true art

Pt.9: Kyoto takes an IQ test

...more to come

Notes: seeing as it's produced by me it will subtly be a noritoshi x reader, though the main "plot" of this whole thing is just fun little random texts with the Kyoto group cause I dont think their potential for mayhem gets appreciated enough. This is not done in any specific order and can be read as out of order as you please. If you have scenarios you would like the Kyoto group to experience, send an ask! I'll be happy to try and bring as much chaos to this world as I can.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

How about some more character diversity? An aged up Kokichi Muta with prompt #1, please?

“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

All characters are 18. And for some reason I couldn't get in a reader mindset for this one so I went with Miwa.

And this somehow ended up more angsty than thirsty so sorry

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“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

Miwa gasps as she hears Muta's voice on his final recording to her. He was dead, she knew it, this little piece of machinary his final message to her from the beyond.

"I dreamt of doing so much once my body was restored. I wanted to hold you close. Kiss your lips. Run my fingers through your hair."

Miwa chokes back a sob, feeling tears run down her face.

"I wanted to ask you out on a date. Maybe hold your hand in the flesh instead of having to send Mechamaru in my stead. Oh, I can only imagine what it would feel like, your soft skin against mine. Your little glossed lips against mine. Maybe I'd taste the strawberry lipgloss you always wore."

Miwa covers her mouth in anguish. He had taken note of all these little details about her.

"And maybe, if that relationship progressed...we'd become something more intimate. I wish I could've experienced the feel of our bare skin pressed together. I wonder what your face would look like while I undressed you with care. How much you'd blush as I kissed every secret little spot on your body. I imagined it over and over until I drove myself insane."

Miwa holds herself tightly, her thoughts now imagining what his hands must've looked like, and how they would feel on her body, running along her silky skin, pushing away the hair from her eyes.

"I love you Miwa. You have to survive this. You have to survive for me. I wish you the best."

The device stops playing. Miwa stares blankly at the train seat in front of her. What was she supposed to do now? Unrequited love, she thought it was. But she had secretly been loved so deeply, and before she could experience it, it had been taken away.

She hated sorcery. She hated everything. She curls into a ball and weeps.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Parenthood-Maki, Mai, Nobara, and Miwa X Male Himbo Reader Pt.2

@exolocke : Hey I saw ur Jujutsu Kaisen women with Himbo reader, and I was curious if that could get a part two for when the relationship is more developed and more life long topics are brought up in it, stuff like the topic of kids, or other things that come up in a long term relationship, I didn’t see ur stance on NSFW topics so I totally understand if that’s not something included if it’s out of ur comfort zone.

Anyway thanks for taking time to read this and have a nice day 😊

(thank you for the request! I’m perfectly fine with NSFW though I will admit I’m not all that good at it. Originally this was going to be mostly NSFW but then the writing goblin in my head kind of just… took the request idea and ran with it in a different direction.)

But enough of that, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Warnings: Light Angst, Suggestive Content, Mentions Of Violence

Words: 1,693

Maki

You and Maki have been together for years.

There were of course highs and lows as with any relationship.

But the both of you moved past them with a bit of hard headed determination and a lot of the two of you being the two of you.

And this of course led to the inevitable that everyone could see from a mile away except you two.

Marriage, the merging of the last of the Zenin clan and your own family.

It was something that neither of you ever expected to happen while everyone else had money on how long it would take before one of you popped the question.

Of course Gojo won that bet, even from beyond the grave, but he’s not important right now.

So now the two of you are married.

And the both of you were being very, very, very stiff around one another.

It was worse than when the both of you started dating.

All because the both of you had a question they wanted to ask the other.

A question that sat between the both of you like a loaded gun.

A question that you were the first to ask.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Maki…” You began to say before trailing off while the both of you lazed about on a slaw day while the rain was beating against the building.

“Yeah?” Maki tentatively asked, already knowing the question about to be asked and still not knowing how she would answer it.

“What’s your thoughts on having kids?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Maki’s world screeched to a halt as she turned the question over and over in her head.

“What did she think about having kids?”

It was never something she thought about.

Never something she ever considered to be possible.

And yet now that she had been asked the question she had to decide if she wanted to have one.

It was something she could answer easily.

Yes, she’d love to have kids with you, and raise them with you.

But there was more to it than that.

There was…

No, they weren’t here anymore, she was free of that place.

And if there was one thing she’s learned from you it's this.

Don’t just think, feel too.

So Maki did exactly that and answered your question in the only way she knew how.

With her whole being.

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Inumaki was concerned about Maki.

Sure she could probably slap a curse and kill it but still… She was a friend.

A friend who hasn’t come to training in quite a while.

Which for anyone else would be perfectly fine.

But Maki wasn’t other people, she was Maki.

Training was what she did for fun.

And Inumaki wanted to know why she wasn’t coming to training and why she was always sleeping or eating weird foods.

Well, weirder foods than usual that is.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Inumaki slipped behind the corner as you and Maki talked.

“-you okay?” You asked the muscular woman.

“Yeah, just tired, and nauseous, why the fuck does growing a kid make you feel like you’ve just gotten off a damn roller coaster?” Maki asked with a groan while leaning on the wall.

Meanwhile, Inumaki was having his world flipped on its head at the sudden information he had been given.

Maki Zenin, the strongest woman he knows bar none, is pregnant with your kid.

And he just figured this out because he stuck his nose where it shouldn’t have been.

He needs to run, and fast.

Really, really, REALLY fucking fast.

So that's exactly what he did as soon as the two of you weren’t paying attention. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Inumaki’s current train of thought could be most accurately described as “Oh god, Oh fuck, Oh god, Oh fuck.”

And it was for good reason considering what he just learned.

He prayed to god Maki wouldn’t kill him if he accidentally let it slip.

Oh who was he kidding, she absolutely would.

Inumaki burst into the faculty room where his friends minus Maki sat.

“Whoa! What's wrong with you, Toge!?” the large ball of fluff known as Panda asked.

And without thinking, the white haired man exclaimed “SALMON ROE!”

He then slapped both his prosthetic and his real hand over his mouth as dread overtook him.

Meanwhile everyone in the room looked like Inumaki had just pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it.

Mai

Mai Zenin sat on the couch, devouring her fifth bag of chips from a bowl that was placed on her swollen belly.

“You're a hungry little shit ain’t ya?” Mai affectionately asked the small human growing inside of her.

Mai was not expecting a response when she asked this but she got one in the form of the baby kicking.

For the very first time.

“…Oh.” Was all Mai was able to say as a flood of emotions overwhelmed her.

Mai was someone who never let out what she was feeling.

It was something she learned from when she was young.

A tool for survival.

But now she had no need to use it.

Her life was filled with friends, with family, true family.

She had a life filled with love, with everything she could want plus more.

She even had you, one of the most powerful living sorcerers as the one who loved her.

And now, even more was about to be added to this dreamlike life of hers.

A child, one she wouldn’t let go of even if she was dead.

A human that would receive as much love as Mai could offer.

A human that would receive as much love as you could offer as well.

A human that wouldn’t have to fear what she did, not only because the Zenin were gone, but because Mai would simply never allow that to happen.

That is the promise she made to the child growing inside of her in that exact moment.

That is the promise she made to her child, the one that she would raise and support, no matter what.

Nobara

Nobara held her daughter in her arms, looking into her sleeping face with her one good eye.

It was a surreal experience.

“Ya know you were a lotta trouble to bring out here right? How the heck are you so dang peaceful now?” Nobara whispered the question before turning her face to look at you a few feet away from her, sleeping in a chair, your arms crossed, but more than ready to turn any cursed spirit that tried to show its ugly mug into ground beef.

“Prolly cause of your dad, he always had a good poker face, though it was probably a good thing Yuji got to that Mahito guy before he did, If what I’ve heard bout’ that warpath he was on after I got taken out of commission and his domain expansion is to be believed he would’ve turned the entire area into one of those crazy things that M.C. Esher guy made.” Nobara muttered to herself before looking back at her child.

Her Child.

Nobara turned the phrase over and over in her head.

Didn’t quite make sense to her yet.

This small, tiny little thing in her arms came from you and her.

This little girl was the very manifestation of the love you and Nobara shared.

A physical manifestation of everything you and Nobara went through to reach this point.

It was something she needed to wrap her head around, though her heart was more than already there.

She could already tell that this little girl was going to be the greatest part of her life with you.

And she couldn’t wait to get that life truly started.

Miwa

You, Miwa, and a small, little boy dressed for school walked side by side on the street.

“I’m gonna make so many friends!” the small boy exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air, copying his fathers excitable nature.

“Oh I know you will, ain’t that right Kasumi?” You asked your wife and the love of your life.

Miwa turned her eyes down to her son and then raised her eyes to yours.

Eyes that were filled with sadness.

“Of course, our little boy will be the most popular boy in school.”

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You and Miwa waved goodbye as the two of you walked away from the school.

“Heh, pretty sure that teacher thought we were Yakuza.” You said with a chuckle.

“If you started to wear your clothes right she might not get that impression.” Miwa said with a slightly teasing tone that held a sadness within.

“Sigh What’s up with you Kasumi? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” You asked your wife in concern.

“It’s no-” Miwa began before being cut off by you saying “Don’t say “It’s nothing of concern” Kasumi, I can tell when something is wrong with you.”

Miwa was silent for a moment before trying to say something, but stumbling all over her words “It’s… I… schools and… and curses…”

“Don’t worry Kasumi, curses aren’t going to go after him, not with the both of us around.” You told your wife in an attempt to soothe her.

“B-but what if-” Miwa began before you wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close to you and saying.

“We can’t worry about what if’s, we won’t be able to protect him from everything, it's impossible to do that, but we can do everything we can while we are here for him to lean on. As long as we love him and as long as we do our utmost to protect him from everything we can while steering him right, that’s the best we can do. I know you want to keep him away from the things that took our friends but we can’t, all we can do is what we can do. I’m just as afraid as you are but being afraid won’t do anything, doing what we can will.”

“I-i know, you're right as usual, but can we just go over that place, one more time tonight?” Miwa asked, wanting to do everything she can to protect the little boy you and her made together.

“Of course, I was just about to suggest the same.”

[jujutsukaisenwriting]

JJK Characters Taking Care of You After a Hard Day | Girls Edition

Maki:

Will probably mock you a bit until realises that you are really worn out

“Hey hey, it’s okay, just lean on me and let’s walk you to this big nice sofa”

Will immediately bring you water, tea and snacks

Plays with your hair in order to unwind you

Doesn’t show it but is actually pretty worried about you

“I told you not to push yourself over the limit”

Will sit near you holding your hand while you sleep

Nobara:

"Omg what happened to you? You look like shit tbh"

Nobara = female Gojo so she won't give you time to lie around and feel sorry for yourself

"You need something to cheer you up and i need NEW CLOTHES"

Will secretly buy you something valuable/beautiful

"We need boba tea! And cocktails!"

Hugs you tight and is super affectionate

Will also hold an in-house karaoke session (girls only but Inumaki can join and film)

Mei-Mei:

"You look exhausted, sweetheart. Spa day it is then"

You'll get the most expensive treatment of your life

Her brother will be offering you drinks and fruits because "if big sister cares about you, then I also do"

Is really good at listening and notices everything you say or hint at

Can act like a therapist and will probably encourage you to make a significant change in life for the better

Utahime:

She believes in the power of sweets. If not sweets, then beer

Is super gentle and caring and will shoo anyone away from you, so you have space

"Mother" of the friend group so will obviously prioritize your well-being over her current tasks and business

Sits you down, orders you to put your head on her lap and starts playing with your hair

Will turn into berserk if anyone decides to destroy your moment of peace

"Wanna grab beers in a quiet izakaya?"

Shoko:

"C'mon, let's go out for a walk"

Listens to you carefully BUT will make sarcastic remarks

"Eh, is it really worthy your attention? If I were you, I'd be upset about the state of your skin, not about some stupid people"

Makes a mental note to later talk to the ones who caused you stress

Eventually hugs you with one hand, the other hand holding a cigarette

"Tired mom" vibes but does her best to cheer you up

Miwa:

"Eh?? You had a bad day?"

Panics a bit because she is always worried about people but is also not quite sure how exactly she can help

Will run around for some time, frantically googling "tips for better mood"

In the process, will bring you tea, snacks, sweets, blankets, and a hoodie stolen from Todo (bc it's so big!)

"NOW TELL ME EVERTHING"

Is actually super sweet and gentle and will hold your hand while you speak