#she and yuji have food fights in the kitchen

[oneirataxia-girl]

alvita’s plot bunnies ⇝ yume kazama

"What can you do?" "Um… run, hit, and stab, I think?"

@hiya-itsamber and @ariparri enabled me to do this -- but here she is! Kazama Yume (or Yume Kazama in western conventions), my very first Jujutsu Kaisen oc; she’s a first year, first appearing in the episode After Rain as a newbie to the jujutsu world Gojo wants to keep an eye on before enrolling her into the school. her technique is… well, she doesn’t exactly know what her technique is, but she can make stuff faster, and she has a cool collapsible spear that’s been given to her by her caretaker; Yume/Yuji are the literal definition of cinnamon rolls that can kill you, Yume/Nobara start off rocky but they become besties (they go on girl dates while Yuji and Megumi carry their stuff), and as for Yume/Megumi… it’s complicated

[m-ayo-o]

jjk char reactions;

"hey baby, welcome home, what have you eaten today?"

"not much" :(

very hungry reader had no time to eat all day! fluffy + crack ish. just the main guys. older yuji + megumi. reader likes a lil spicy food. toji + megumi had some kind of relationship. soft sukuna [suggestive right at the end]

satoru gojo

totally overreacts

he'd find it amusing at first, seeing your pouty, hangry face

he will tease and goad you for being so hungry, with numerous belly pokes and cheek squeezes and saying you look cute like this

he'll pause his blabbering just to hear your tummy rumble and gurgle so he can laugh at you some more

after he's eventually finished mocking you and realises just how hungry you are, he'll pat your head and offer to get you something yummy

proceeds to teleport all over the city to collect your favourite dishes from numerous restaurants

comes home with way too much food, all packaged up in fancy boxes and bags- he can barely carry them all

of course, he got his favourites too- eats with you till you're stuffed

"You had THAT??? All day? Angel, baby, how did you survive? Aww, baby's so hungry she can't even fight back. Oh! You really are- oh, you can't stand up? Ok, just sit down here let me get your favourites. Just tell me what you need, I can get anything you want."

nanami kento

gets slightly annoyed then proceeds to mother you like you're his baby chick

he gets a bit worried; he really cares about you and needs to know you're looking after yourself

if not, he will do it for you

he will get out his cook books, have you flick through them and make a choice for your starter, main and dessert

he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he makes the most wholesome home cooked meal, that he proceeds to serve beautifully !!!

oh, and of course, he won't be letting you feed yourself ever again- starting from tonight

he'll be taking the food to your mouth himself, just to make sure you eat it all

"That's irresponsible, honey. I can go back to making you packed lunches if you want? It really wasn't that much hassle. Ok, right, we can talk about that later. Just sit up here- yep, good girl. We have lots of fresh ingredients so just tell me whatever you want. Oh, you like my cooking? Good, well let me take care of you."

suguru geto

he's endlessly patient with you

like kento, he will be mothering you <3

he asks what exactly you've eaten in the day while stroking your belly gently

he presses sympathetic kisses to your forehead in the hopes to wipe that miserable expression off your face

of course, it works, and he takes your hand and guides you to the living room

he'll lay you down on the sofa, bring you your favourite drink and get you cosy and comfortable

he'll give you one more kiss before leaving for the kitchen

he puts on his apron and waits on you like you're his damn goddess

"Baby, come here, you've got all hangry now. Come on, I need to see your pretty face smiling ok, don't look so grumpy. Just take my hand, yeah come here. Just sit tight, I'll make your favourites, ok? Mm, does that sound good? Ok, good girl, just wait here for me."

toji fushiguro

condescending, belittling, bit mean

but still gives you the goods... eventually puts on his 'best dad' apron that Megumi got him as a joke but he secretly loves it

spanks your ass for banter but nearly makes you fall over

picks you up over his shoulder when he realises what kind of state you're in

plonks you on the sofa and strolls to the kitchen

he's not rushing around for you, he doesn't show you much sympathy in his words- but the food he gives you... says it all

places a little kiss on your cheek and tells you to enjoy the meal (it's so much that you will be full for all of tomorrow as well)

"What? That's nothing, doll. What's up with you? You didn't have any cash? No time, huh. 'kay, well since you're too dumb to prepare food for the day yourself guess I'll have to do it now, hm. Jesus- 'soon as one kid grows up and moves out, looks like I've got myself another one huh? Right, you're not my girl. And I'm not your daddy?"

megumi fushiguro

acts as though it's not his problem- which it really isn't but you're feeling so needy that you just want him to buckle this once and show you some sympathy

you have to spell it out for him that you want him to help you

but once he understands that you want him to take care of you, he feels this odd sense of pride that you're asking

and of course, you've tasted his cooking before- he's amazing and you'd love to encourage him to do it more often

he knows what you like already, so he just cooks in silence and serves you the most delicious meal, filled with all the right spices

it doesn't blow your head off, but gets your tongue tingling in the most satisfying way

once you're done he tidies up immediately and asks if everything was alright

feels more relaxed now you've got everything you need- curls up on the sofa with you and snuggles all night

reminds you to eat well by text every day from now on

"Uh huh. Right. Are you going to make something then? What are you looking at? Oh, you want me to do it? Uh, ok, sure. I suppose I'm not too bad at cooking. Good, I'm glad you liked it. Sure, I can cook for you more often."

yuji itadori

like satoru, flaps around and overreacts like crazy

accidentally makes it worse by talking about all the delicious foods he'd like to eat right now if he were hungry

apologises profusely when he hears your belly rumble and immediately offers to buy you take out

starts to feel sorry that you've had such a hectic day that you couldn't even eat properly

carries you to the sofa like you're his princess and lays you down there with your favourite show on tv

shows you lots of affection and sympathy <3

sits with you and gives you little kisses till your food arrives

"What!!! I can't even imagine how hungry I'd be if that's all I ate! Are you kidding??? That's crazy, there are so many yummy places to eat out there sweetie, you couldn't choose or something? No, oh you just didn't have enough time? Oh wow, you must've been so busy baby, let me order something for you right away!!"

ryomen sukuna

he'd act like the most annoying dad at first

proceeds to chastise you like you're some kind of idiot for not being able to get a good meal all day long

teases you for what feels like an eternity, making shitty jokes about how many mouths he has to feed

finally lets up when you get on your knees on the kitchen floor to start raiding the cupboards

picks you up and you cling to him like a lil baby monkey, trying to kiss his tattooed face when he sets you on the sofa surprisingly lovingly

he just pushes you off and heads to the kitchen

he's never cooked for you before, but it's surprisingly good and you eat it all so quickly he chuckles and offers you dessert by tugging at the waistband of his pants

"Silly girl, can't even take care of herself. Ok, ok, chill out. I'm only kidding, let me do it. Here, you really are a useless brat. Just- no- lie down if you can't do anything else. Yes, I'll make something for you. Whatever. O-oh, you're still hungry...?"

reblog if ur hungry lol also idk what happened to me with this one- will never write fluff again haha

[anianurst]

Big Brother Knows Best

a little blurb about big brother!sukuna and how his younger brother yuji has a thing for his girlfriend (some sexual things listed below) (college au!)

poor little yuji :( he's crushing so hard on his older brother's girlfriend

you and sukuna meet at a party where your band was playing

There's blinding lights casting different colors all around you. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you swing your hips to the beat of the music playing behind you. Suguru's killing it on the bass to your left while Satoru's playing the guitar on your right, and you feel Shoko's gaze behind you as she pounds away on the drums.

Cheers and yells come from the crowd as a grins plays at your lips. When Satoru first suggested forming a band, you quickly scoffed and laughed at him. But now, as people scream your lyrics and jump up and down, you're glad you joined.

Your gaze sweeps the crowd again as you continue singing. Hips swaying, your hoop earring jiggling, and your low-rise jeans showing off your midriff, you're the picture of sex. Your eyes then meet glowing red ones as you feel a shiver go down your spine.

With a single red cup in hand and crossed arms, Sukuna smirks at you. His tattoos run all over his arm and face, and you wonder if there's more.

it didn't take a genius to know how your night with sukuna ended

the next morning, youre making something to eat in the kitchen (wearing nothing but panties and sukuna's shirt), when yuji walks in

you jolt and quickly say hi

meanwhile, yuji's face turns red at a fast pace. his mind short-circuiting as he takes in your nearly bare figure.

he hears you giggle before his eyes dart back up to your face before stuttering out an apology

waving him off, you serve him breakfast and make small talk with him (he stares at your ass every time you turn around)

it's not long before sukuna walks in, smacking your ass and taking some food straight from your plate

rolling your eyes, you bid goodbye to yuji as sukuna follows behind you. smirking at his younger brother, sukuna makes a display of slapping your ass again as you yelp

after that, yuji starts seeing you around more often

unlike all of sukuna's one-night stands, you become a recurring event, and every time yuji has to fight everything in him to keep his gaze on your eyes and not everywhere else

sukuna makes it so hard though. he purposefully leaves your panties around for yuji to find. always feels you up which has you giggling and pushing him away

and you make it so hard, with your tight tops and low-rise jeans. yuji finds out you have a hip tattoo when you bend over once and your jeans slip down

eventually, yuji decides that he needs to go out so he drags nobara and megumi out to party, not knowing that your band is playing and his older brother is there

yuji finds you even more enticing as he watches you sing and preform

and he curses himself for getting so worked up when he watches you and sukuna make out, pressed up against some wall, bodies pressed together and hands traveling all over

he hates it even more when his older brother peers over your shoulder and sends him an evil smirk

[kentocalls]

nanami kento | tummyaches singleparents!au, sfw. discussion of grief/mention of loss. reader is referred to as momma/tiny momma (in comparison to the sky)

"nobara, honey pleaseeeee" you sit on the ground as your daughter dramatically flops away from your spoon. she's facing the wall now and still making snow angels with her tiny arms, blankets wrinkling in protest. she's too stinking cute, a smile is on your lips and you try again. "this is really yummy magic soup, it'll help you feel better." you make noises that get her to slowly turn and peak at you, crawling closer she looks at the bowl, you bring it up mixing the liquid so the spices make a tiny galaxy. "it's not red." what?

"it's…the soup you like honey, the butternut squash one. the yellow one.” "his papa gave him magical red soup." huh? “whose papa?” “yuji.” she starts to cocoon herself in blankets. “it has to be red. like tomatoes.” "you don't like tomatoes. no red, remember? honey?” she is silent for many minutes, you prompt,”nobara…no icky red right?” "need it momma. tomato soup." her voice cracks towards the end, she emerges from her blanket burrito with fresh hot tears streaming down her face. you put the bowl aside to cradle her. she's still warm, you eye the clock. too early to take her temperature and still no food in her little belly. you don't know what to do. this isn't something reading books or watching movies can prepare you for. nobara falls asleep in your arms, you kiss her tiny forehead and settle her back into bed as gently as possible. she’s full of medicine, water and mucus. you hate it so so so much. your bright buzzing brilliant child is sniffling and meak due to a tummy ache and fever. back to the kitchen and what can be used to conjure up a red-tomato-like soup? you can't remember the last time you bought tomatoes. nobara hates everything round and red. which means all tomato, the big ones, little ones, green ones because they become red, all of them. as long as you've known her, which is her whole life, she's disliked them. you look at the photo of you and your best friend, with a tiny two day old nobara tucked into your arms. its crazy how much of your friend you see in the tiny girl. you stare at the ceiling, "i know you're watching me so can you use your angel powers to help me make tomato soup without tomatoes please?"

♡

"so she's missing another day?" you try not to curse at the most judgmental school administration staff you've ever dealt with. no books to prepare you for that either. "yes, she is still feverish and unwell." more judgey things, a mention of not letting her be out like yuji and an abrupt end to the conversation. yuji. the kid in nobara's class, the one she deems her rival. you haven't had a chance to meet the kid, another thing you try not to feel guilt over. your best friend would've known all her friends and classates. would’ve made the best mother, instead nobara has you, her fumbling godparent that can't get her fever to break. you keep her hydrated, help her change and turn on her favorite ninja show. she's lying on top of you, cheek plastered into your shoulder. you're sure she's drooling but she's finally comfortable, took her medicine, ate the not red soup. no tummyache. small win. "it's going to be me." she says in a sleepy haze. "i fight everyone." "yes honey, you're the strongest and bravest." you don't remember this character. they must've added a new ninja. "yuji jumps higher than me tho. that's ok." she sits up, eyes super serious, "i'm going to beat him." "you're going to jump so high." moving some bangs from her face, she doesn't feel too warm, you have three more minutes before needing to check her temperature again. "to the moon!" oh gosh, her little voice is stuffy but she has energy again, you've missed her bouncing around your tiny apartment. it didn't feel ready for a child but it’s the perfect size to keep an eye on her at all times, to have her sweet voice echoing off all the walls. "to the moon!" she continues to roar. you grab the napkin and help her blow her nose into it. "to sky momma!" her head rests back onto your chest, her slow breathing as she giggles at the tv. you try not to let the tears that well up fall from your eyes. god, you miss her momma too. nobara would feel double the love, been so much more spoiled. but this is healthy, as the thearpist said. that nobara acknowledge the loss in tiny ways. that you encourage her remembering. she knew enough to miss her mother, doesn’t need to fully understand why she was gone. now she understands her ‘sky momma' is an angel and away. that all the blue in the sky is her much her momma loves her, that all the stars are gifts she has waiting for her. that she’s always there, giving her the biggest hug. and that you are her ‘tiny momma,’ you don’t fill the sky because you need to stay small and near her. you are human sized and sky momma is, well, the sky. everywhere. you felt so guilty when she called you that, tiny momma or momma. it should've been you in the car. you should've gone out during the snowstorm. you should've held onto her like you did baby nobara. you should’ve went out to get the milk and medicine. if only you had— "momma, tiny momma? "yes honeybunny?" "i'm not a bunny silly." her giggles make a tear slip. "are you sad?” you shake your head, plaster the best smile you can, she leans in and whispers “tell sky momma. she will fix it. she’s angel. she has powers.” “is that what you do?” nobara nods and her face is back on the ninja tv show. you look up, lost in thought. you may not have angel powers, but you’re going to give your absolute best to her precious babygirl. your precious babygirl.

♡

the doorbell to your apartment rings early next evening. nobara is busy coloring and singing along to a theme song. you stop putting away groceries and whip around to the entrance, there’s no body in the peephole. nobara is good but she hasn’t been near your phone to order magic food delivery. you live in a mostly safe apartment, still opt to wait a few minutes before you hear the doorbell ring again but there is no BODY there. a ghost? a malfunction? ugh. the landlord is never going to get this fixed and you’ll be pressed if nobara doesn’t get her rest, the girl is finally well enough to go to school. when you open the door your legs are met with a brute force. you look down and see pink hair on a small form. “oh, hello nobara’s momma.” a toothy grin from a child you’ve never seen before. you stand utterly confused, there’s no guardian in the hallway either. “hello?” he hands you a folder but half the content slips out. he looks very shy, doesn’t say more than, “oops…sorry.” big eyes trying to peep around your legs and into the apartment. you bend down to his eye level and help gather the papers. “it’s okay, i drop things too.” your eye catches a headline and notice a paper for mr. geto’s class, “did you bring these for nobara?” your voice is sweet, it’s easy to be nice to this little pink haired child. his eyes go big before he blushes as nods, “nanamin said i could!” he jumps, suddenly made aware that he’s standing at your door alone. he looks left, looks right, looks up and down, does a whole spin around and focuses back on you, his eyes wide and he’s starting to get teary eyed. “i lost nanamin!” “that’s…that’s okay sweetie we can find him.” but there’s no one in the hallway. “do you want to come inside? we can call his number.” you know for a fact mr. geto has drilled it into his class to learn their guardian’s phone numbers. its how nobara understands how to unlock your phone. that and you should change your passcode from her birthday to something more secretive— “yuji! that’s my momma!” nobara clings to your arm, frowning at the boy who is near shaking. you would reprimand nobara but she has a coughing fit and now you’re letting her invade your personal space, her tiny hand clinging to your arm, smushing her face into your neck. she’s warm again. you put a hand on her back and rub gently, the coughs are still bad. the pediatrician said it would be better by now. yuji stares and looks so close to crying. his lip is wobbly. and your lips frowns, you hate hate hate seeing little kids cry. you pat his head, and he instantly melts into your touch. “i want papa!” he wails. and two just feed off of each other. it’s a round of dramatic gasps and sobs. you are not meant for this. your arms can barely handle getting an entire crate of water up the apartment stairs and you have two tiny humans digging their hands and knees and bodies against you for comfort and warmth. you don’t squat enough to lift them off the ground. so you sit, half inside your apartment door with two highly emotional and dramatic children. you must stay calm, you must stay calm. you are the adult. you are the blueprint. you can teach them how to regulate their emotions. you breathe slowly and deeply. “you know what? let’s eat some pizza bites. so when nanamin comes he can eat with us.” yuji perks up at that. “nanamin likes pizza!” you give him a smile. nobara is still coughing, saying she feels icky. yuji says he will tell nanamin to bring red soup and explains how his papa added magic to make it taste delicious. he’s animated, lively. takes a proper seat at the tiny dinning table after asking to wash his hands. he notices the lack of plates on the table .

“can i help you set the table? i can carry plates! but not forks or knives.” he has such nice manners. this nanamin is absolutely a wonderful guardian. you nod, hand him plates one by one as you set a clingy nobara on the kitchen counter. she’s being fussy but cooperating, takes her medicine like a big girl and whispers she wants nuggets instead of pizza. pizza has tomatoes afterall. you nod at her, she starts to brag about her coloring book. you let the two sit at the table and talk about her extra deluxe packet of crayons while popping in pizza bites and nuggets into the oven.

wait, are you supposed to defrost them first? yuji and nobara are talking about the color red and how awful/cool it is. yuji is adamant about tomatoes being a magical food and nobara is doing her level best to not barf. she’s on her best behavior despite her tummyache, it warms your heart. you reread the instructions for the frozen food. provide the kids with juice and start sneaking in greens, they woudln’t notice a salad if it has yellow corn in it right? you do have some green-ish tomatoes from the grocery store run, yuji likes tomatoes, maybe you can get nobara to eat some green things if yuji is here. for a rival nobara is treating yuji like a friend, helping him with utensils and napkins. they go back to talking about the ninja cartoon and you zone out, just for a bit. carefully plating the food and grabbing not-red sauces for the kiddos when you realize it’s gone silent. panic sets in. there’s a beeping sound. it’s not the oven or your phone or your watch or the smoke alarm. it’s not in your head either, right? you place the pizza bites and nuggets onto the kids plate, warn them to not touch as they’re too hot and, god the beeping is still there. you look around in confusion. “momma yuji is beeping.” you turn to nobara in confusion. “what?” she points at yuji, “he is beeping.” yuji is shocked himself. starts to pat at his clothing when you notice the tiny watch he’s wearing is lighting up. you hear a man yelling in the hallway. you grab a red crayon out of surprise, the voice sounds scary. you smile and ask the kids to stay seated. you peak into the hallway to notice an absolute unit of a man walking towards your door. he looks so menacing. muscles tight, jawline constricted, fists clenched, eyes cold. he looks like a business executive ready to throw a office chair threw a window. corporate villian scares you, frozen to the spot. crayon ready, you’re not letting this guy hurt anyone. yuji is yelling, “NANAMIN!” and tries to rush past you, trips before he can reach your legs, and thank sky angel for gifting you with insane ‘parental’ reflexes, you stop his fall by grabbing his hoodie. “you’re okay buddy, i got you.” yuji smiles bright, points at the tall man, “my nanamin, hi papa!” he— what? his…his nanamin is the jacked corporate villain ? “yuji, kiddo. you can’t run off like that.” his voice is as deep as you expected, but gentle. yuji is talking a mile a minute and his nanamin somehow understands all of it. eyes fall to you and nobara who clings to your leg. “i’m really sorry about this. i didn’t mean to scare you. i thought yuji was—“ you smile. “i would’ve done the same. you’re mr. nanamin then?”

yuji answers for him, “he’s papamin! papa nanamin. he’s super strong.” “my momma can break a window! she’s super strong too.” nobara steps in front of you, bragging about how you can hold anything heavy. her and yuji have a ridiculous ‘nu uh’ momwnr before a coughing fit hits nobara, instantly you’re crouching down and rubbing her back.

“okay, okay baby. let’s eat and get ready for bed soon yeah? yuji,”— wait you should address his papa, “umm, i made food for yuji too if…if that’s okay. he was all shaky and crying when he thought he lost you…i..i didn’t kidnap him, promise.” nanamin is watching you, yuji insisting he will eat the salad too with pleading eyes, plus he really wants to show papamin something. the tall corporate not villian nods. it ends up with the large man comically seated at a tiny dinning table and two little children forcing him to pick which deluxe crayon is the best color. you hand nanamin a plate and it feels nice. easy. it’s enjoyable to see another adult interact with their child the way you do with nobara.

maybe you can do the parent thing afterall. kento nanami, you learn, is a gentleman and offers to do dishes while you finish putting away your forgotten grocery. the theme song of the ninja show is blaring through your tv and you hear a, “papa! they’re going to catch the bad guy!” and you know better than to stop yuji from seeing this magical moment, it’s all anyone is going to talk about at lunch tomorrow. “our sofa is big enough, you can stay until the end of the epsiode, i don’t mind.” he gives you a curt nod and oh, he’s really handsome. you wonder if this is the volunteer all the moms talk about in the PTA newsletter. “thank you.” you do not check him out as he walks over to the sofa, opting to sit on the ground as nobara and yuji are standing on the sofa, jumping excitedly. nanami does not have nice legs and butt. he absolutely never misses leg day. “momma they’re not going to catch him!” nobara shouts, convinced you have magical powers and can bend this cartoon plot to your will. “papa, you have to help them!” yuji adds on. you watch with a full heart how nanami speaks softly to nobara and yuji, asks them to help him summon his magic powers and has them in full giggle fits when he does help the ninja cartoon hero’s catch the bad guys. the kiddos are roaming around the living room singing the ending song while nanami looks over the folder of homework yuji brought. “this is a months worth of ice cream. ah, gotta come up with a better bribe.” you sigh, immediately moving to action when both nobara and yuji attempt to fly off your dining room table. yuji thanks you for food and surprises you by adding an apology for getting nobara sick and you do not accept that. “germs happen yuji, we can’t always control them. but i know you did your best to not get anyone sick.” nanami chimes in, “yeah buddy, you washed your hands, sneezed into a tissue, even ate your veggies. it’s not your fault.” he looks so happy and gives you a hug before nobara pushes him off, clingy and territorial. you give nanami a small smile and lock his smile back away deep in your heart. you absolutely do not blush when you hear “great job!” from the other side of the door. “oh no! tiny momma, your face is red!” “oh no, i think i need ice cream!” as you get nobara ready for bed and look over the folder with her missed homework. mr. geto is such a serious teacher and part of you appreciates it. part of you loathes having to figure out how to bribe nobara to sit still enough to focus through all these sheets. there is a tiny post it that says, legoland makes for a very good homework bribe — n, with his number on it. your heart does not skip a beat.

♡

[bunnist4rz]

A SIMMERING HEARTBREAK; CHOSO KAMO

synopsis; In the early morning, you anxiously prepare a meal, waiting for Choso to return from a dangerous mission. As time passes, your worries grow, and when Yuji finally arrives, he delivers heartbreaking news: Choso didn't make it back. Overwhelmed with grief, you grapple with the loss of his quiet love, haunted by memories and the cooking stew that symbolizes your life together. word count; 1k content; choso kamo/reader, fem!reader, set in canon au, angst a/n; Scratches like a crack head angst…..i love angst….need more….. Sigh anyways I loved writing this my friend was in fact crying after reading this since I did put my blood sweat and tears into this :3 (sorry navy </3)

"You're up early," Choso remarked, amusement lacing his voice as he spotted you by the kitchen counter, knife in hand and an intense expression on your face.

"Couldn't sleep," you murmured, not lifting your eyes from the vegetables you were slicing with practiced precision. The kitchen was softly illuminated by the early morning sun, casting a warm, golden glow across the room that contrasted with the nervous energy swirling in your gut. The silence between you two was heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken worries.

Choso stepped closer, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry," he said softly, "I'll be back soon." His gaze searched yours, as though trying to offer reassurance that he himself wasn’t entirely sure of. You nodded, the steady tap of the knife against the cutting board the only sound breaking the stillness. You both knew what the mission ahead entailed—the dangers, the risks. It wasn’t the first time, but every battle felt like it could be the last.

The aroma of the simmering stew filled the room, rich and comforting. You’d hoped that cooking, a familiar task, might ease the anxiety gnawing at your insides. But the smell only reminded you of the meals you’d shared with Choso—the quiet moments of peace you’d grown to cherish. Each bubble in the pot seemed to echo the fears that you couldn’t voice. Though the kitchen was warm, a cold dread crept down your spine.

Time dragged on, the sun rising higher in the sky. You checked the clock again and again, the hands crawling in a slow, torturous tick-tock. The scent of food mingled with the faint traces of Choso’s cologne, still lingering from his early morning departure. Normally, the smell comforted you, but today it only deepened the knot in your chest. The silence felt suffocating, each second a stark reminder that he was still gone.

As the village around you stirred to life, you could hear the distant chatter of children playing, the steady rhythm of the blacksmith's hammer, and the occasional bark of a dog. Life continued outside, but inside, you felt frozen, locked in a moment that seemed endless. You stirred the stew, tasting the broth, adjusting the flavors, but every sound—every step—made your heart race, listening for the one person who wasn’t coming home.

Then, the door creaked open. You spun around, hope surging for a brief second—only to see your neighbor, Mrs. Shimizu, holding a loaf of freshly baked bread. She offered you a kind smile, but her eyes were laced with sympathy. "Still no word?" she asked gently. You shook your head, fighting the tremble in your voice. "They’re strong," she said softly. "They’ll be back." But her words felt empty, and doubt gnawed at you as the hours stretched on.

When Yuji finally appeared at your door, you knew. He stood there, disheveled, eyes red from exhaustion and something deeper. The spoon slipped from your fingers, clattering to the floor. He didn’t have to say anything, but when he did, his voice was a broken whisper. "I'm sorry."

Your world collapsed. "Where is he?" The words barely left your lips, trembling on the edge of panic.

Yuji looked down, avoiding your gaze. "Choso... he didn’t make it."

The room blurred as his words sank in. The warmth of the kitchen, the smell of the stew, the bright light from the windows—everything faded, swallowed by the cold emptiness filling your chest. You stumbled back, your hand reaching for the counter, but the knife slipped from your grip, hitting the floor with a sharp clang. The room spun, and your legs buckled beneath you.

Yuji was at your side in an instant, catching you before you could collapse. He held you tightly, his presence the only thing anchoring you in a storm of grief. "He wanted me to tell you..." Yuji’s voice cracked, raw with emotion. "He said he loves you. And he’s sorry."

Those words shattered you. Choso’s love had always been quiet but constant, a part of your everyday life that you had leaned on without realizing. Now it was an agonizing void, a loss too great to comprehend. You clung to Yuji, sobbing against him as the reality of life without Choso crashed down on you. Outside, the world carried on as if nothing had changed, but for you, everything had.

In the depths of your grief, Choso’s voice echoed in your mind. "Keep living," he had said. "Even in the darkest times."

You sobbed into yujis shoulder, everything around you seeming to not matter anymore as you slipped deeper and deeper into despair as your beloved was truely gone from you forever. The stew on the stove still simmered, a symbol of the life and warmth you had shared.

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Another life: part 1 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM:

@stsg-losers thank you for the amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

• REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

Angst (some arguing) and a whole lot of fluff hey at least it’s happier than the manga currently). 🥲

Scenario:

After losing to Sukuna and after seeing all his friends in the “afterlife”. Gojo decides to go north and be “reincarnated” into a new world. little did he know this new life would be everything he’s ever wanted.

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Gojo POV:

I wake up my head pounding I sit up in a complete daze. Wait-… where the hell am I and why is my sight so different? I look around it looks like a normal bedroom did I survive my fight with Sukuna? Was me dying just a dream? I get up and go over to the mirror on the other side of the room. I’m surprised to see myself looking back but with a giant bandaid wrapped around my head. It’s me but my six eyes ability it’s gone. No not just that all My powers there gone.

“Daddy! You’re awake!”. My eyes widen when a little girl who looks exactly like me, runs up to me wrapping her arms around my lower leg. “Mommy wants you out in the kitchen she made breakfast and you need your medicine”. “O-okay? Lead the way, kid”. The little girl takes my arm and brings me out into the massive home. As we enter the kitchen my eyes widen once again when I see an unbelievably beautiful woman behind the counter. “Oh Toru, You’re awake! Here sweetie your head is still injured sit down”. She walks over pulling a chair out for me at the expensive-looking dining table. I sit down across from a teenage girl who has brown hair wait isn’t that Megumi’s sister? is this some kind of trick? The little girl from earlier sits beside me at the table climbing up onto the chair. she turns back to her mother. “Mommy can I get my art stuff please”. “Sure baby, hold on”. “Mom, I can get it for you”. “no it’s fine Tsumiki I got it, oh and breakfast is done”. I watch as the pretty woman turns off the stove holding a plate full of food. I also watch as she goes into a kitchen door pulling out a notebook and some markers.

She walks back over to the table she puts the delicious-looking breakfast in front of Tsumiki. While also handing the notebook and the markers to the little girl. “Miyoko, are your brothers awake?”. “I don’t know if Kenshi or Megumi are awake Mommy I’m sorry. I think I saw Megumi’s light on this morning”. the woman sighs hold on I’ll go get your brothers.

Megumi is here?! I suddenly feel something soft touch my bare foot I jump up immediately. Just to see it’s a cat.

Miyoko and Tsumiki laugh at me. “Daddy, it’s just kyo”. My head starts to pound again probably from the sudden movement this dream is so strange. Tsumiki must take notice. “Dad, are you okay?”. “Y-yeah I think so?”.

I sit back down when the beautiful woman, Megumi who is not possessed by sukuna, and another teenage boy who also looks exactly like me enter the room.

“alright, Kenshi, Megumi remember after school you have to help take care of the yard the gardeners are off on vacation this week. You guys will get your extra allowance after me and your father talk about prices”.

I watch as the pretty woman grabs two more plates of food from the counter, and the two boys also sit at the table. “Ah! Mom me and Megumi were wondering if we could get about 300$ and get paid together for the work”. “Oh, and why is that”. “Well, Yuji and the other guys wanted to go to a concert together in about a month, and the tickets are kinda expensive”. The pretty woman walks over putting the food in front of the two of them. “A concert? I don’t know concerts are pretty dangerous what do you think toru?”. “Umm.. uh sure, whatever”. Kenshi cheers. “YES!~ you’re the best dad!”. the pretty woman sighs. “Gojo do you want a full breakfast? Or Do you not feel like eating? Like yesterday”. “No, I’m pretty hungry I guess”. We all eat together I watch as everyone chats casually everything seems so strangely relaxed I’m not used to it.

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We all go out into the living room area I sit on the couch as I Watch as all the children get ready to leave. “Be careful with your little sister all of you watch her, and Miyoko you make sure to hold onto Megumi’s hand until you get on the bus got it?”. “Yes, mommy”. “Don’t worry I’ll come and get you from kindergarten later”. She kisses the little girl's forehead. “Bye everyone”. A loud cry of bye mom’s echo throughout the living room as they all leave out the door. The pretty woman sighs loudly slamming herself onto the couch next to me laying her head against my shoulder yawning. “Do you feel up to watching TV together or do you want to go rest more? I have your pain medicine ready-“.

I grab the woman’s shoulders looking her directly in the eyes. “Who the hell are you and what is this place”. “W-what? Gojo?”. “This is an illusion isn’t it you’re sukuna”. The woman starts to tremble. “N-no I don’t know what you’re talking about you’re scaring me”. “Good acting now get me out of this illusion!”. I start to shake the woman and she frantically gets out of my grip she starts crying a bit. ��H-hold on! Let me call Shoko maybe she can help just calm down please”. I get up grabbing the woman again by her arms. “You’re not going anywhere-”. Just then I hear the front door open. “Hey, Satoru! -“. My eyes widen as I see “geto” aka kenjaku. “Hey, Satoru what the hell are you doing? To y/n”. He walks over towards us. “Heh you have some nerve showing up in front of me this illusion it’s your doing isn’t it”. I let the woman go grabbing Kenjaku by the shirt”. “Satoru, calm down”. “I’m calling Shoko! Be careful geto p-please Don’t hurt each other ”. The woman supposedly named y/n leaves frantically.

“Satoru let’s talk this out now just explain to me what you think is going on”. I explain to him everything to the best of my ability.

“Satoru, this is an alternate universe”. “What?!”. “this is a

universe that is free from cursed energy after I died in our original universe, I was brought here as well Don’t you remember? you chose to go north. This is our new reality after being reborn”. “So you’re aware that we were jujutsu sorcerers?”. “Yeah but who cares? this universe is everything I’ve ever wanted and now we can all be happy”. “Wait what about the others Alive in the other universe?”. “They’ll probably be brought here as well someday when they die who knows”. “Is anyone else aware of the other universe? Besides us?”. “Yeah, the other sorcerers and for some reason only the ones who died in the other world”. “Who is y/n? Why am I married to her? And why do we have children”. Geto sighs “Satoru to hell if I know, that woman is way too good for you why the hell she’d agree to marry you in any universe is beyond me”.

Y/n comes back into the living room.

“Shoko is on her way…”.

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Shoko examines me. “It seems you might be suffering from some mild memory loss I’m guessing you might have had a small stroke thanks to your head injury and or trauma from the car accident”. “Is he going to be okay”. “Yeah y/n but his memories might be gone for good, unfortunately”. “Oh no..”. Y/n starts crying a bit Geto holds her shoulder. I started to feel very guilty about how I treated y/n.

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- a few hours later -

I wake up to shuffling I sit up in the bed when I see y/n packing clothes. “Y/n what are you doing?”. “Oh sorry, I woke you, I’m just moving into the guest room for the time being I know it would probably be uncomfortable to share a room with somebody you don’t know”. I get up from the bed going over to y/n. “Don’t worry about it it’s okay if you want to share with me I don’t mind”. “B-but..”. “Oh, and I’m sorry for now I treated you earlier it was overly aggressive of me”. Y/n smiles at me. “It’s okay”. “If you’d like we could go out and watch some movies”. “You want to rewatch Encanto!”. “Let’s do it”. We go out to the living room and watch movies for a bit. “Oh, it’s time to go pick up Miyoko”. “Can I come with you?”. “Oh, sure if you feel up to it”. I follow behind y/n shocked to see the true size of our home as we pile into our huge expensive-looking car. We drive off the massive property going out of a security gate. Even though I’m well off in the other universe this is pretty excessive how can we afford all of this?.

“Y/n, what exactly do I do for work?”. “Oh, you own a restaurant chain with Geto”. “How many restaurants do we have”. “Three for now but a new 4th one is looking promising”. “Is that all I do”. “Oh, you must not remember my dad was the CEO of a major medical brand in the United States. After he passed away all his assets and money were passed onto me last year. we had a simpler life before this but after Inherited all the money and the company people started

Threatening us so we had to move to a more secure location to protect the kids and us”. “how much is your net worth y/n”. “About eight hundred million not counting the company, with the company it is going into the billions”. well Umm.. what about Megumi and his sister when did they become our children?”.

“Oh… you don’t remember that either.. well, toji fushiguro is my far-off relative he never really cared about his children. he just kinda ran off one day. Before I met you, Megumi and his sister were originally given to my father”. y/n looks off sadly. “My father wasn’t the nicest man much like most of my family and he didn’t want to deal with the two of them. So I volunteered to take them in and they’ve been with us since. I don’t care what anyone else says to me they’re my children”. “What about their mothers?”. “I don’t know”. We pull up to what I assume to be the elementary school.

I watch as y/n brings out Miyoko I smile a bit as she skips along with her mother. y/n opens the car door. “Daddy! Hi”. “Hey, kid”. I Watch as y/n helps miyoko into her car seat. “Mr. Kento let me make you something since you still aren’t feeling too good”. I let out a slight laugh no way Nanami is her teacher?! I take the picture from Miyoko unrolling it. “Oh, it’s a sparkly fish”. “Oh, I thought you’d like the sparkles”. “No I don’t like them I love them thank you miyoko it’s beautiful”. I reach back patting her head when y/n gets in the front seat. “Alright everyone let’s get home!”.

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AN:

I hope this is what all of you wanted.

Read part 2 HERE

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[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (38)

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Kagome lies there, one leg thrown over Satoru, her arms wrapped around him tightly. There's a bit of drool on his chest and she grimaces in horror. Thank goodness he's still fast asleep, or she'd never hear the end of it. She peeks up at him under her lashes. He once told her that his body doesn't actually need rest because of some healing technique, reversal something. She was half-listening when he dove into his lecture.

"Coffee," she mumbled, sitting upright. She runs her fingers through the wild mane of hair and fiddles with the ends. She should find a salon sometime for a trim, Satoru offered, but respectfully she had to decline. The man gave Yuji-kun a bald spot in the back. Yawning, she leaves the comfort of his embrace and the lure of more sleep.

"Come back," Satoru rasps out, his voice heavy with sleep. He reaches out for her, his lips downturn.

"We're looking at a house today," she replies, slipping on her robe. "We need food before we go. Any requests?"

"Yeah, one." He opens his eyes, turning on his side. "You."

Temptation licks at her veins, but someone has to be the adult if they are going to get anything done today. "How do you get anything done?"

"If you'd come back to bed, I'll show you."

"C'mon, you can help me in the kitchen." She tugs his arm. He could easily pull her onto the bed, so she beams when he allows her to pull him along to the kitchen. "Sit," she instructs. "Yuji-kun texted me last night. Nobara and Megumi want to visit the fox hotel." She starts the coffee machine and pulls out ingredients from the fridge.

"So that's how it's going to be." Satoru props his chin up with his palm. He's dressed down in gray sweatpants and nothing else.

Kagome places a mug of fresh coffee in front of him. "How's what going to be?" She pours herself a cup, lets out a sigh as the sweet caffeine hits her tastebuds.

"The kids don't get the answer they want from me, so they go through you." Satoru drinks from his cup, eyes lower as his lips break out in a content smile.

"That's normal. You raised Megumi, so I'm sure a part of him sees you as a dad figure." She chops the onions and bell peppers and then deposits the knife into the sink.

"You want kids, Gome-chan?"

Kagome cracks an egg, letting the sound of the egg frying wash over them. "I wouldn't mind having one."

"Okie doke," he says.

"Nothing else to add?" She sets the omelet down in front of him and hands him his utensils. She goes back to making her own meal, humming a Shippo-chan's favorite lullaby.

"I don't mind if they're with you." He winks at her as he takes a bite. "You could be a stay-at-home mom."

"You just don't want me fighting." She snorts, taking a seat next to him. "Nice try though." It's not the first time he's tried the whole stay-at-home thing. If you ask her, he attracts just as much danger as she does.

"Well, that's normal," he throws back at her, "what man wants his wife in danger." Kagome squints her eyes, places her palm on his forehead. He doesn't feel feverish. "What'cha doin?"

"Checking for a fever. You know we aren't married."

"Let's elope today, then take an extended honeymoon."

"Before meeting your parents?" Kagome chastises. Not that she is against marrying him - she agreed to stay in this world for him, but there are some steps that they just shouldn't skip.

"Never knew em. The Gojo elders and servants raised me. More like they did whatever I said, but semantics," he says so matter-of-factly as though they were discussing the weather.

Kagome drops her chopsticks, reaches across, and pulls his head down until he's nestled between her breasts. She runs her hand through his hair. It's no wonder he's so touchy-feely. Being raised in such an inhospitable environment and his infinity keeping people at bay.

"So, is that a yes?" He asks in a hushed tone.

"We'll see." She presses her lips to his temple, breathing in the lingering scent of his body wash from last night.

"I love it when you do that."

"Kiss you?"

"Yeah, but I was talking about when you massage my face. Helps with the overstimulation." He pulls back. "We should get dressed. Ijichi has the day off too, so we can either call a taxi or take the train. I could teleport us, but..."

"That's fine, I actually like taking the trains." She stands, gathering their dishes. "I'm going to clean these before we go." She waits until his footsteps get further away before allowing her mind to ruminate on their conversation.

A normal couple wouldn't have moved in together on day one or had clans to worry about. If his clan is anything like that Naoya person, then she could do without interacting with them. She's been so good lately. She has kept her cool, not let her temper get the best of her in like... well, long enough. Baby steps, she reminds herself. Meeting a bunch of men stuck in the past would surely tempt her to hand out a couple of slaps.

She takes the towel from her shoulder and dries off the dishes. If Satoru wants her to marry him, then he better get down on one knee and ask properly.

There is no way that this house is reasonably priced. Kagome eyes the large stainless-steel refrigerator, already daydreaming about how she won't have to make so many grocery runs. But more than that, it's the family vibe permeating in the air that has her feeling some kind of way. Especially after their morning chat about children, but so it's that she misses her family. Even though they left on terms that she would never see them again, the longing crept up and smacked her in the face. They think she's with InuYasha, and all she wants to do is show them the man she never knew she needed. Mom would adore Satoru and his antics, Souta would join in and help with the pranks, and Gramps would have a field day trying to hit Satoru with his ofudas. Kagome snorts at the image.

"Wanna share with the class?" Satoru steps beside her, his hand lingers on her lower back. The heat from his touch seeps through her cotton dress. He enjoys touching her, which she is grateful for because she enjoys touching him, too.

"It is really beautiful," she says, running a finger along the wooden island. They could have breakfast in here and dinner with the kids in the dining room. Or have dinner together upstairs on the balcony under the moonlight. It's too bad that they can't see many stars in the city.

"I'm hearing a but." Satoru removes his hand and leans against the island. His glasses fall down slightly, allowing her a glimpse of his blue eyes. Though simply stating that they are blue almost feels like an insult, with all the different shades swirling around.

"You don't think this is a bit much?" she questions. Kagome actually loves the home, but it has to be expensive - the backyard alone is worth a small car.

"For us? Nah. But if you don't like it, we can look at some other houses."

But he likes it. Kagome huffs and walks out of the kitchen. She gives a small smile to the relator, thankful that Satoru told the man that they didn't need a tour guide. Not that she dislikes the house, she likes the westernized main floor and how the bedrooms are more aligned with Japanese culture. She heads outside, basks under the sunrays. It's supposed to rain later, so she soaks in the warmth as much as she can.

"Was it InuYasha," he pauses, "that hurt you?"

Huh? Kagome whips her head around. Even with his dark shades covering his eyes, she can tell how serious he is by the way his mouth is pressed into a thin line and the way he hides his hands in his pockets. She wets her lips. "I just don't want you to stretch yourself trying to impress me. We can look at more affordable homes or a bigger apartment." She crosses her arms, suddenly feeling as though she is under a microscope. She should have worn a jacket or something with long sleeves than a simple white summer dress.

Satoru chuckles as he rocks back on the balls of his feet. His oversized shirt slips a little, showing off his collarbone and the small hickey she made. He - unlike- her wore something more covered up. Though now that she thinks about it, even when he's dressed casually, he's always wearing something oversized and less form-fitting.

Nevertheless, she is being serious here. No need to go into debt or create more stress for himself.

"What's so funny?"

"You." He gestures to the house. "If money was not an issue, would you buy this house?"

"Yes, but -"

"Gome-chan, I don't know who has made you feel like you were less than, but if I need to shower you in compliments, every single day until you believe you are more than enough, I will." He steps into her space and runs his knuckle down her cheek. "We can compromise and find a home that we both love, but I am not compromising on providing for you."

How he can be sweet and assertive at the same time is beyond her. Koga-kun always hyped her up, but it was always my woman this, my woman that, and not once did he ever take the time out to listen to what she was saying or dig deeper into what she wasn't saying. Hojo-kun may have never boasted about her being his and the gifts he got her while thoughtful. He also never took the time out to listen to her.

InuYasha was well... Kagome leans into Satoru's touch. "You sure you've never had a girlfriend," she jokes.

"Never wanted one."

"Seriously?"

"Guess it took someone from out of this world," he teases. "So...?"

"Yes, I want the house." There she admitted it out loud, not that it matters because, despite his words of encouragement, she's sure that this house is way out of budget.

"Really? We can buy it with the furniture too unless you want to furnish it yourself." Satoru talks a mile a minute, his hands animating his words. "Let's go let the realtor know. I'm thinking sushi for lunch and then heading over to Yakeru's shop."

"Wait... You're actually putting an offer in?"

"... Yeah? You said you wanted the house." He bends down until his nose touches hers. "You worry too much. This won't even make a dent in our account."

"Ours? I don't have an account."

"I added you to mine. Seemed like more work to transfer money all the time." He pecks her lips. "It's okay to be selfish and go for what you want, I do."

Oh, he's smooth.

"Okay." If he says that it really isn't that big of a deal, then she can get past her mental block. "I don't really feel like shopping for new furniture." She trails behind him to give the realtor the news.

"We'll take it all. We'll pay cash today if we can move quickly," Satoru chirps.

She and the realtor look as though they were going to pass out. She takes back all those guilty thoughts of using his money; it wasn't an inconvenience to him at all.

"I will make the call," the man stammers out, tripping over his own feet in his haste.

"Cash, huh?"

"Just tryin to chill with you in that hammock." He pulls out his phone and scowls.

"Are the kids okay?" She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, needing to ease the rising tension. Surely, no one would attack the school that quickly. Though with the students still being a little injured... No, she will not go down that train of thought.

"Yeah, they're fine. We don't have to go until you're ready. Guess word got back, so they have summoned us to the estate."

"Am I going to have to slap some people today?"

"Don't sweet talk me like that, makes me want to forget all about grabbing lunch."

The realtor walks back, smoothing the wrinkles away on his plain black suit. "The owner accepts your offer." He goes to shake Satoru's hand and trips over himself, landing with a loud thud. A groan soon follows, and Kagome hopes that the man did not break his nose from the fall.

"So that's how today is going to go," Satoru remarks, laughing when Kagome slaps his arm. He can be such a menace. Kagome rolls her eyes and helps the man up. "C'mon on Gome-chan." Satoru tugs her hand, leading them out of the house. "Just let us know when to show up," he calls out, not looking back.

"That was rude," she scolds.

"Please, we just made his day. You know what would make my day?"

"Visiting a shrine."

"Yes - no? What?"

"What?" She grins up at him, swinging their intertwined hands.

"Okay, but," he says, holding up a finger to punctuate his next words, "if there's a curse or demon, some new thing. I'm blaming you." Kagome huffs.

"Please, what are the odds of that."

Turns out, the odds of them finding a lingering spirit that was holding onto the living world were so high that they could both see the faint aura before they took one step.

"Don't say it." She holds up a hand, taking the stairs two steps at a time. These were nothing compared to the ones back at the family shrine.

"Special grade at that. The offer to be a stay-at-home wife doesn't expire."

"Shush. I need to concentrate." She places a finger to her lips. The clouds overhead darken, and seriously, who checks the weather and still leaves home without an umbrella?

"Cute that you think I'm letting you fight without your bow."

"Says the man that pushed me in front of a curse without one."

"You gotta stop living in the past, Gome-chan."

"Past me should have made some subjugation beads," she mutters as they reach the last step. "What?"

"You didn't tell me you were into bondage."

"I'm not...," she trails off, squinting at the crowd of people. There should be more noise, chatter, heck, even a whisper of conversations, and yet there's nothing but the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves and Satoru's one-sided conversation. A droplet of rain hits her on the forehead. She walks behind him, noting that his strides are much longer than before.

"Well, shit." He clucks his tongue. She suspects that his six eyes grasped the situation that they were in. "The barrier went up the moment we stepped foot on the grounds." He flexes his hands.

"You can't kill them." A bubble of nausea rises in her throat. More people surround them, their eyes hazed over in a red hue. The sky is still dark and the rain should be falling on them, but it doesn't land a hit. "They're possessed." And the only way to help them is to find the source. Without her bow, she's at the mercy of allowing them to get close in order to purify them. A piss poor strategy for such a large amount of people.

"Just stay close."

She moves closer and pauses when one man convulses. Saliva drips down his face as his limbs twist, and the sound of a crunch hits her in the eardrums. Long hairy legs sprout out from his mouth. She doesn't mean to, but she takes a step back from the sight of a spider forcing its way out of the man's body. Kagome wets her dry lips. The burning sensation of anxiety lights like an inferno. She should have known. Naraku wouldn't have shown himself if he hadn't already started making moves. At least she this seems like something that Naraku would do.

The spider blinks its eight eyes at them, beady and full of interest. The man's body doesn't so much as slink to the floor as it flops down, as though all his internal organs have been sucked dry. "We've been waiting for you," it coos, rubbing its many legs together as though it has found its next meal. It opens its mouth, acid drips down, and lands on the heads of some of the possessed. They don't scream as their bodies melt, not even leaving a trace of bone.

Satoru doesn't speak for once, simply lifts one finger and shoots out an attack. The red blast lights up the dark atmosphere. It filled her vision with red, so she shuts her eyes if only to block out the overly bright light. Hands reach out for her, covering her screams, and pulling her into the crowd. The last thing she sees is Satoru's panicked face as more bodies pile in front of them, and her vision goes dark.

[misasimagines]

cooking with the jjk characters!

included characters: Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Gojo, Nanami rating: sfw warnings: food focused hcs, mentions of minor injuries but nothing graphic

Yuji: He can cook! He’s been taking care of himself for a while, so he can definitely cook enough to get by. It may not be fancy, his omelet may come out looking a little ugly, but it tastes good. He will bring you a lunchbox if he’s already making one for himself, and he does put the sauce on in a little smiley face or something but it’s still a little lopsided. He’s used to more routine, easy to put together, cheap ingredient meals, but if you wanted to try to cook something fancier with him, he’d agree to try! He would cut veggies Super Fast but they would not be consistently sized or shaped. He’s also the type to accidentally cut or burn himself because he he got distracted talking to you or trying to read the recipe at the same time and ouch! You put a bandage on his finger and he’s just heart eyes at you because aw, you care. But if you got hurt?? Nope, you’re now on couch duty reading the recipe to him from afar. He doesn’t care if it’s just a little burn from hot oil jumping from the pan, you’re basically on death’s door. You can fight him on this and he’ll put oven mitts on your hands for the rest of the cooking “for protection.” The meal comes out good, but visually...Well, it’s endearing that you both tried so hard.

Megumi: He can cook a few practical things, meals that don’t take long to put together and ideally can use substitute ingredients based on what he has. They’re also all Healthy. Nothing is fried or breaded or covered in a calorie filled sauce. He probably doesn’t love cooking. He doesn’t hate doing it, but he doesn’t dream of spending hours in the kitchen standing over a hot stove caramelizing onions. He’s also not so into garnishing and plating things, claims its a waste of time, but then he brings you lunch one day for the first time and it’s very obvious he tried to make it look appealing without going overboard. Cooking with you, he kind of ends up wanting to do everything himself so you’re gonna have to snatch the recipe out of his hands or sneak a peak at his phone when he sets it down so you can figure out what to do. The more you try to force your way into helping, the funnier he thinks it is, so there will be an unspoken game of him trying to keep you from helping and you trying very hard to help. He’s not likely to hurt himself while cooking because, surprise! he’s not a complete spaz, he’s pretty aware of what he’s doing. If you get hurt, he takes care of you and he’s very gentle but he says something like, you really can’t do anything without me, can you? while running your burned fingers under cold water. He might admit to liking something more because you made it together than he would if he had to buy it or make it himself, and that’s very cute of him, but if you bring it up around anyone else, he’s like I Never Said That. It Was Gross. >:(

Nobara: She prefers takeout or going to a restaurant or even just sitting on the counter in the middle of everything while someone else cooks for her. She will agree to cook with you but she’s picking an incredibly complicated and fancy dish because it can’t be THAT hard. Yes, it can. And you guys are going to fuck it up because she is a whirlwind in the kitchen and not in a good way. It’s hard to keep up with the ten tasks she’s trying to complete at the same time. She’ll cut half a carrot before giving up and burning sauteing the garlic, she forgot to preheat the oven but a pot is boiling over on the stove, she’s snacking on tortilla chips the entire time and about 5 minutes before you’re ready to plate the food, she’s like hmm... I’m full... Even so, by the end she wants to make it look as nice and gourmet as possible, even if something is burned or overcooked and you had to substitute an ingredient or two so it doesn’t look anything like the picture on the recipe. She’s a little disappointed when she sees how it came together but will cheer up if you tell her it’s a great first attempt, better than either of you could do alone, and you just liked spending time with her! She’s not super likely to get hurt when cooking, but if she does she’s either like it’s fine it’s just a little blood it’ll add Flavor or she’s like this is it for me. I’m not gonna make it. If you get hurt she’s like lmao couldn’t be me but she’s already kissing you on the cheek and putting a bandage on your hand.

Maki: Like Megumi, she’s practical and has a small list of things she can cook well. Unlike him, she does have more comfort food type dishes that take a little more effort or are a little less healthy than her normal meals. Shes also very efficient and consistent, she cleans as she goes, she uses as few dishes as possible, and she’s kind of annoyed by having someone else in the kitchen with her disrupting her flow. If you’re in the way, she will just pick you up around the waist and move you so she can get to where she needs to go (um maki call me) and she’s silently smug about it (um maki hello call me please). She isn’t big on garnishing and plating and making things look good, but they turn out okay anyway. If you want to make something a little fancier, she’s pleased! She thinks its cute and does fall to the idea of it tasting better because it looks better. She might consider being more open to the idea in the future. She’s not one to get hurt in the kitchen, just don’t really expect it to happen. She probably could grab a hot sheet pan from the oven with her bare hands and be fine though honestly. If you get hurt, she’ll take care of you, but you’re not getting coddled for a teeny burn. If you ask for a kiss to make it better, she sighs but she’ll do it.

Gojo: People go to culinary school for this, shouldn’t we pay them to cook for us? <3 He doesn’t really want to because he’s spoiled and he’s used to just buying food. He’s a man-child who pretends that he can’t boil water without causing a mass inferno but also his ego is so large that he would claim to be able to make a souffle on the first try with no assistance, so take this how you will. Mostly though, he’s not much help. He’s snacking on the ingredients and suggesting additions or substitutions that would be disgusting. Oh, I ate all the cucumber, I guess we could put lime peel in for the same effect. No! You Freak! He also waits until after something is burned to be like hmm? Should this be black? He’ll set the timer for 2hrs instead of 20 minutes. Get ready for a 6′2 man to be twirling and dancing around your kitchen like the living embodiment of those dancing tube guys outside of car dealerships. He doesn’t get hurt because of his infinity thing, but he might pretend he got hurt so you’ll feel compelled to give him kisses. Then he takes it a step further by being like oh, god, I’m so weak, I have to rest from this wound, you have to cuddle me, or I’ll die- If you get hurt, he’s carrying you out of the kitchen and pulling out the entire first aid kid like you cut off an entire limb and didn’t just let lemon juice touch a scratch on your hand. Even with all of this chaos, it manages to come out edible! He pretends to be incompetent at this and he can’t stop messing around, but he didn’t want you to be upset about a wasted effort.

Nanami: Canonical foodie, so he does like being able to go out and try things, but he also is good at cooking and tries to recreate things he’s had at restaurants (and improve on them if possible). If you’re not interested in cooking, he doesn’t mind cooking for you as long as you sit nearby and keep him company and maybe be a taste tester along the way. He makes fancy and unusual things and plates them so they look appealing. If you do want to cook with him, he’s not overbearing about what you do. If you cut something into cubes when it should be slices, he’s not going to be bothered in the slightest. He doesn’t mind taking the less favorable jobs in the kitchen like dropping things into hot oil or cutting sweet potatoes and maybe I’m just too weak and think that sweet potatoes are impossible to cut through but whatever I’m writing these hcs <3. He pretty much never gets hurt in the kitchen, and even if he does, he barely reacts and just deals with it without you even really realizing. If you get hurt, he won’t overreact, he just tells you to clean it and then grabs a bandage for you. He will put it on you and kiss the top of your head in consolation for your war injury, though. Whatever you end up cooking with Nanami always ends up tasting amazing and looking like it comes straight from a foodie’s instagram.

[rudystopit]

Midnight Lovers

[Maki Zenin x F!reader]

summary: it’s your first time going to the Sister Exchange Event. you meet the mysterious Maki Zenin. 

Warnings: NSFW, eating out, face fucking, shower sex, scissoring, fingering, overstimulation, edging, spanking, and dom/sub. themes. 

wc: 5k

it’s your first year doing the exchange program and momo said it was gonna be fun. you sit on the train against the window. it was your first time going to tokyo. the peaceful music mixed with your lack of sleep the night before and the low rumble of the train easily put you to sleep.

it felt like 10 mins, when you woken up by kamo. he sat next to you and his hand was lightly on you shoulder. you whipped the drool off your chin and exited the train.

once off, you stretched your arms up and the white of your uniform showed. you pull it down and dusted off your skirt. you picked up your duffle bag and stand next to miwa. she looks so happy and cheery for a 3 hour train ride.

you guys pile into a few cars and you drift back off to sleep. well tired to sleep. it was a bumpy ride and the driver was so nervous he wouldn’t shut up. at least momo was in the front trying to keep the conversation going.

you feel like you had just fallen asleep once the car stops out front of the school. you yawn and jump out. you’re met with the first and second years at Tokyo Metropolitan high school. you see a short girl with orange hair standing next a literal panda. a tall boy with raven black hair stood with a boy with almost white hair. then her. she was absolutely gorgeous. her green hair was tied up in a ponytail and purple glasses sat on the end of her nose. she had cold piercing eyes that draws you in.

you quickly hid behind miwa. when mai started talking. of course she insults them. then the girl with the orange hair starts talking and aoi starts asking about some guy and kamo tells him and mechamaru to stop. then him and mai almost start fighting and miwa goes to stop them. she moved leaving you exposed. the green haired girl looks at you.

you instantly blush and move behind aoi. suddenly Utahime comes up the stairs and yells at us. she asks were tokyo’s teacher is and then you hear it. her voice. oh god her voice was heavenly. cold but heavenly. smooth like rich coffee.

suddenly a tall ass white hair man comes running at us at full speed with a cart. he hands us pink dolls and you examine it. the doll feels like yarn.

“what is i-“ you turn to aoi. then a some guy pops out of the cart. “what the fuck” you look over at the tokyo people. they looked just as shocked as you. maybe even a little mad. you look at your classmates and they’re too invested into the dolls.

the pink hair kid stands in the box. no one says a word. we learn his name is yuji itadori. then the principals show up. the white hair man walks over to the principal. you look around at the weird events that just unfolded in front you.

you pinch the bridge of your nose and walk around. you pace around your classmates. god why is this place so weird? tokyo’s principal start talking about the rules but something caught your attention. she was starring at you. her hazel eyes were fixated on your e/c ones. she gives you a small smile and turns to her principal.

you face heats up and miwa elbows you. “what’s wrong?” she whispers. you look back at the green hair girl.

“who’s that?” she follows your gaze to her.

“oh maki zenin. mai’s twin,” she giggles.

after a few minutes of the principals talking, you are released. while walking to the dorms you’re staying at, someone grabs your shoulder. you get turned around and your met with her beautiful eyes.

“i’m maki zenin,” she smiles and towers over you. “i’m a second-year here,” you try to hide the fact your blushing.

“i-i’m y/n, second-year,” you stumble out. her hand still gripping your shoulder, you touch her hand to push it off, “i-i have to go, nice meeting you” you run off to catch up with your class. you look down at your hand, her skin was so soft. you smile to yourself.

you weren’t too badly beaten after the exorcism race. maybe a few cuts and bruises. so you just went back to your room to sleep. the soft sheets and fluffy pillows didn’t make it difficult to pass out quickly.

in your dream, you saw maki. she was sitting in the courtyard. she was smiling and laughing with the two first years, yuji and nobara. you smile to yourself and walk over to them. she grabs your hand and pulls you down to her lap. you blush and play with her hands.

you were woken by momo and mai asking if you want some food. you agreed and walked to the kitchen with them. you wore your shorts and a hoodie with your bare feet hitting the freezing floor.

they pull out some edamame and sit at one of the tables. they were talking about the day and making other plans. a sleepy miwa walked in and saw that we were eating her food.

“sorry, miwa,” you said and smacked her in the back. “i’m leaving,” you make your way down the hallways.

you looked around and nothing seemed familiar. you 100% took a wrong turn somewhere and you started panicking until you heard a door quietly open behind you. you stopped in your tracks, hoping whoever it was wasn’t gonna tell at you for being out this late.

“y/n?” a whisper traveled down the hallway. “i thought i heard someone out here.” they say closing the door. their bare feet hitting the floor came closer and closer. you held hot breath on the back of your neck.

“maki?” you ask as her hand grabs yours and she pulls you into her room.

you were instantly shoved up against the door. her soft lips attacking your neck. her hair was in a bun and her glasses were no where to be found. you fingers tangled into her hair while your hand travels under her hoodie. she smiles against your neck and pulls it off. a black sports bra held her boobs tight to her chest. you catch yourself starring when she whispers “you them,” your face immediately turns red.

“i-i’m sorry,” you say looking away. her hand grabs your chin and pulls it so you look at her.

“your cute, you know that right?” she leans in and kisses you. she giggles into the kiss. Her cold slender hands travel up your side. She drags your hoodie up with them. You arms are wrapped around her neck and your hips are pressed firmly against hers. She pulls away. “No bra. Huh, I thought you would one of those girls who lives in cute little lacy bras,” your face is redder than a ripe tomato. She pulls off your hoodie and tosses across the room.

She grabs your hips and walks backwards to the bed. She pecks your checks, nose, forehead, and chin. the bed hit the back of her legs quicker than she thought, she sat down and pulled you on top of her. You straddle her lap. One of your hands drags up the back of her hair and you grab a fit full. You gentle pull it down so she’s leaning up to see you. You smile down at her. You soaked in all of her beautiful features. You lean down and kiss her. Her hands gripped you hips and rocked them back and forth.

You roll you hips and moan into the kiss. You wanted to get some friction and maki knew. She quickly flipped you over. You landed on her soft bed sheets. Her lips attached to your nipple and the other massaged the soft flesh of the other. Her tongue swirled around your sensitive bud. Her hand twisted and pinched the other. You whimpered at every swirl and twist and the quick graze of her teeth. You hand slowly makes its way to her green hair. You push back her head slightly as you arched your back to rub your heat into her knee. She took your nipple in between her teeth and pull away a little bit. she released it with a moan from your mouth.

she sank onto the floor and slowly pulled your shorts down. Her slender fingers dragging their way through you warm folds. You grip onto the sheets and try out to moan out at the quick movement. she smiles at your small frame as you squirm from her single touch. One of her hands rests on your thigh. She gives the soft flesh a quick squeeze before her other hand slides two fingers into you wet cavern.

Your clench your jaw hoping a moan wouldn’t escape your lips. She curled her fingers to feel every inch of you. she would scissor her fingers and watched as your hole tired to clench around her fingers. She would go as far as she could if her knuckles weren’t in the way.

She dips her head down and licks the base of her fingers where your slick was pooling up. She closed her eyes and moaned at your taste. She scissors her fingers again, but this time she slides her tongue into the hole her fingers made. She slowly removes her fingers while her tongue explores. you released your death grip on the sheets and allow yourself to tangle your fingers into maki’s silky green hair.

Her hands are holding onto your legs. Her tongue doing wonders on your body. You drop your hands from her hair and she laced her fingers with hers. She moved her focus from your aching hole and to you swollen clit. You hear her sucking and licking every inch of your pussy. You let little whines escape your mouth. You rub your thumb over her fingers as she quickens the pace and strokes of each lick. She suck on your clit while swirling her tongue around it.

You arc your back with every suck, lick, and stroke. You trust you hips in her face to get more fiction. She smiles and tightens her grip on your hands. You feel the knot in your stomach form as you release one of her hands. Your hand drifts up to your soft boobs. You run your cold fingertips against the hardening bud. Maki give your abused clit a quick bite which you moan out to and causing you to pull on your sensitive nipple. You squeeze your other soft mound and jerk your hips against maki’s face. You begin to twist your nipple in between your fingers. Your moans become louder. Then maki sucks your clit and releases with a pop. You bit your lip trying not to be too loud.

You feel the knot in your stomach begin to come undone with each of maki’s movements. You let go of her other hand. Her hands hold your hips in place as she goes back to fucking you with her tongue. she thrusts her tongue out of your hole with such vigor that you were in pure euphoria. You bit your lip as you know you’re about to come. you let out high pitch moans and thrust more into her face. She holds your hips down as you start to twitch. She keeps her pace as your warm fluids drip down into her mouth and chin. She holds you like that while you ride out your high.

You roll over on your side as maki climbs on the bed behind you. Her warm hands traveling up and down your hip and waist. her fingers trace up your arms and you lift your hand. She laces her fingers with yours. She brings your hand to her lips. She slowly kisses each knuckle. You watch her as she worships your body. She brings your hand down to your chest and plants a few soft kisses on your shoulder.

“You’re perfect” maki whispers holding you and kissing your shoulder and back. You blush and smile at her statement. Her hand unlaces with yours and it continues to lightly crease every inch of your body. You bring your hand to hers and play with her long slender fingers. She smiles and watches you admire her hands. You roll over onto your back. You look up into her beautiful emerald eyes. She towers over you as you let go of her hands. you reach up to her cheek. You pull her closer to you. You press your lips to her perfectly soft ones. Her hand travels to under your boob. She slowly massages it as you lick her bottom lip.

You open for her and she wastes no time going in. You slightly roll you hips against hers. She smiles into the kiss. You reach over and pull her leg over yours. You hands trail all over her thigh and shin. She slides her hands away from your tender nipples and rubs your hand on her leg. her hand travels up your arm and rests at around your neck.

You roll over to face her. She moves her leg in between yours while her hand grips your ass. You reach around her and pull her closer to you. your nails graze across her back ad you bring your hand up over her shoulder. You then tangle your finger into the base of her hair. She pulls you closer and kisses your neck, searching for the spot that makes you go nuts. After a few pecks around your neck, she kisses just below the back of your ear. Your thighs tighten around her leg. She smiles against your neck. You feel a warm, wet, sloppy kiss against that spot. You inhale sharply and grip her hair. She moves away from your neck and looks at you in her arms. You smile at her and she grins. You give her a few pecks on her chest. She kisses your forehead then you tilt your head up and she kisses you.

Your hand roams and rubs circles on her ass and lower back. She grabs your thigh and pulls it up onto her hip as she grabs your ass. She bites you lips and slightly pulls. When she releases you lip, you instantly smash them back into hers. Her hand roams your body. She stops at your hair and pulls in back. You moan as she attacks your neck again. She leaves a few purple and red marks for tomorrow and pulls away.

She moves away from you and sits at the headboard. She pats her leg and you crawl to her. You straddle her lap and go to kiss her but she pulls away. “Not right now baby girl, I want to make you come again,” you blush and kiss her cheek. “I want to hear those pretty moans and I love watching your pink little pussy eat my fingers,”

she twirls her finger in a circle and you straddle her with your back facing her. Her hand moves up your back and grips the back of your neck. You hiss and she pulls you back. “Fuck every part of you is so beautiful,” she whispers before slamming you into the bed. She quickly removes her hand from your neck and thrusts your hips up so your pussy is at eye level.

You bite your lip. You hold onto her ankles as her legs are over your shoulders. Your trapped under her legs. You feel her spread your cheeks apart. Then she smacks your ass. She watches as it giggles and licks her lips and does it again. You moan out at the sudden impacts. Which the next one stings more than the pervious one. She keeps smacking your ass till there’s a hand print. her hand travels down your back then back up to your ass. She drags two fingers through your wet heat.

She rubs a small circle on your sensitive clit. you moan into the sheets. you hear her suck her fingers. she slowly slides them into you. you grip on her ankles and moan out her name.

she mumbles something under her breath and slides her fingers in and out. you move your hips up to her. she moves one of her legs and places her foot in between your shoulder blades. she quickens her pace and you moan out again. when you do, she stops thrusting her fingers. you moved your hips to do it yourself then she pulls out her fingers.

she taps your heat a few times. you bite your lip and wait for her to put her fingers back in. she creased your slick folds and slides her fingers back in. her foot, on your back, pushes you down into the bed. she slowly thrusted her slender fingers into you. you start rolling your hips to get to get to your climax faster.

maki curls her fingers and finds the spot. she moves her finger tips in a circle making sure she doesn’t miss an inch. you grip onto the sheets and moan out her name. she removes her fingers and smacks your ass. you whine out in pain.

“aww, did i hurt you kitten?” she says groping the spot she hit. you pout and wait for her to continue. she drags her fingers through your wet pussy. she spreads her fingers to see your clenching entrance begging for her fingers. she rubs your clit super fast.

the suddenly movement made you want to come. you felt your stomach tighten.

“maki~” you moaned out. she stopped her fingers and smacked your ass. you grip the sheets wanting to come. she creases your thighs and back. you move you hand to your heat and she smacks your ass

“you naughty girl,” she says. “you want to come that bad,” she mocks. she chuckles while creasing your legs and back. she waits for you to cool down before rubbing your clit again. “mm so beautiful,” she mumbles. you squeeze your legs around her hips and she moves her other leg to your back. she goes fast and your moaning makes her want to go faster.

“cum for me kitten,” she whispers and she trusts her fingers in. she keeps going as you moan out her name and come on her fingers. she keeps thrusting her fingers to ride out your high. she pulls them out once you’ve cooled down.

you move to lay on her chest. she kisses your forehead and plays with your hair. you move your arms around her waist and drift off to sleep. she grabs your chin. you open your sleepy eyes.

“don’t tell me, you’re too tired,” she laughs. you nod to tell her no. “no baby, it’s fine,” she leans down to kiss the top of your head. “just means tomorrow, we’re gonna have to start earlier.” you fell asleep in her arm.

the next morning, you tried to wake up before everyone to run to your room. you searched your room for your shorts and hoodie. you kiss maki on the cheek and make your way back to your room.

you stop in the kitchen to pick up an apple. “really my sister?” you hear. she turn at see mai and momo sitting at the table.

“hmm? what are you talking about?” you ask and sit with them.

“we’re not deaf,” momo says, looking at her phone. she plays a video and it dark but you definitely hear you moaning maki’s name. you’re face goes red.

“and your room isn’t down that way,” mai says eating her breakfast. “you know, if wanted to fuck a zenin, you do go to school with me,”

“are you jealous i slept with your sister?” you ask. she turns away and yells no.

later that day, you’re told that instead of individual battles, you’re playing baseball. all you could do was stare at maki in the cute baseball uniform. you watched her pitch and all you could think about was how gorgeous she is. she caught you staring and you instantly turn red and turn away.

“stop it,” mai yells. everyone looks at her. “stop looking at each other! it’s annoying!”

“what is she talking about?” you hear yuji ask. todo shrugs and he starts ranting about something. you look back at maki and she whines up and throws the baseball. it hits todo square in the face. you giggle as everyone yells ‘nice pitch.’

tokyo won 2-0 and you walk with miwa back to the rooms. you couldn’t wait to shower. you and miwa talk about today and how everyone seems happy. suddenly she stops talking. you look at what she’s looking at. maki is leaning against the wall.

“hey maki, good game. you’re pitches were amazing,” you say.

“yeah, they were super good!” miwa joined.

“thanks,” maki said and grabs your wrist. she pulls you to her room.

“see you later, miwa,” you yell. you leave the blue haired girl confused in the hallway.

maki drags you to her room. she slams the door and starts unbuttoning your uniform. “god, i’ve been wanting to rip this off of you all day,” she pants. you push her away. she looks at you hurt.

she smile and walk to her. you kiss her. “let’s shower,” you wink and pull her to the bathroom. you start the shower as she quickly undoes her shirt. you turn back to her and push her up against the sink. you pull out her shirt and she shrugs it off. she cups your cheeks and deeps the kiss. you finish unbutton your shirt. she slides her hand down your neck and pushes the shirt off. the shower steams up the room.

she breaks the kiss and finishes getting undress. you do the same thing. she pushes you against the wall and kisses you. “shower,” you mumble against her lips.

she groans and takes off her glasses and gets in. she crosses her arms and waits for you. you smile and try not to laugh.

“what?” she glares.

“you look like one of those cats in a bath,” you laugh and join her. she slams the sliding door. she presses you up against the cold tiles. you snake your arms around her hips. she puts her around your shoulders. you look up at her. she smiles.

“you suck,” she whispers and kisses your forehead. you scowl and push yourself against her. she stumbles back and into the water. “asshole,” she yells.

“shhh, they heard us last night,” you whisper yell.

she pulls you under the water with you. she leans down and whispers “good. i hope they like this show,” you smile.

she kisses you. Her hand travel down your back. She gropes the tender flesh. You whine at the pain. She smiles and sticks her tongue into your mouth. She explores every inch of your mouth, trying to commit it to memory. You snake your hands around her neck. Her hand bring your leg around her waist. You pull her closer.

You kiss her and push her away. You bring your leg down. She gives you a weird look. You. Smirk and push her up against the wall. “Its my turn to make you feel good,” you say as your hands travel down in between her legs. She smiles and leans in for a kiss. You rub circle into her clit. She breaths in sharply. You pick up the pace. you pull away and kiss her cheek then you travel down her neck. You look for the spot to make her putty in your hands.

she puts her arms loosely around your neck as she closes her eyes. She bites her lip and rolls her head back. “Come on, maki, I want to hear how good a make you feel,” she glares at you. You smile at her and you quicken your speed.

“Fuck~” she moans out. She bites her lip but breathy moans escape her lips.

“That’s it,”  you whisper. You go back to kissing her neck. Her moans got louder and louder. You sink to your knees in front of her. She opens her eyes and looks down at you. She squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her head back. She could have easily come just at the slight alone.

You kiss her stomach and she puts one of her legs on the ledge. You do light lick on her clit. “Fuck, kitten, please,” she moves your hair out of your face. you look up at her. you continue to do little laps. she starts move her hips against your face. you stick your tongue out as she grips onto your hair and face fucks you. you sucked on her clit a few times and tried to lick her some more. her moans got louder and her grip got tighter. she stopped face fucking you. you sucks her clit and she lets of a louder breathy moan. you lap up her juices as she whispers “fuck fuck fuck fuck y/n.”

you stand up and kiss her cheek. she smiles at you with half lidded eyes. you smile and grab her shampoo. she turns around and lets the water hit her face. you squeeze some out onto your hand and massage it into her green hair. she sighs and closes her eyes.

she rinses off the shampoo. she turns to you and wraps her arms around your shoulders. she kisses your forehead and you lean in. she turns you two into the water. you scrunch your nose when the water hits your head.

“you’re so cute,” she whispers. she grabs the shampoo and squeezes it into her hand. you wrap your arms around her waist. she massages the shampoo into your hair. you closes your arms and soak in her warmth and the showers warmth. she rinses your hair and holds you.

she leans down and whispers, “round two?” you push her away.

“you dog,” you smile and get out to get the towels. you wrap yourself up while she turns off the water. you throw the towel in her face.

you dry off and lay in her bed. she lays down next to you. she picks up your hand and plays with your fingers.

“i don’t want you to leave me,” she whispers. “you should transfer here. so you can be with me,” she says kissing your hand.

“i know, maki, i can’t,” you say.

you sighs and looks at you. “i guess we better make the best of the time we have,” she smiles and laces her fingers with hers. she leans down and kisses you. her hand cups your face. her thumb creases your cheek as her soft lips press tightly against yours. she moves her leg on top of yours. her hand slides down your neck and she massages the soft flesh of your boob.

her cold fingertips tease your hard nipples. your other hand rest on top of hers as she sucks on your bottom lip. maki breaks the kiss and moves in between your legs. she rubs her hands on your hips while she licks her lips. she grabs your waist and leans down. she plants a few harsh kisses to your stomach. you hands fly to her shoulders as you rub her back.

she sits back up and spreads your legs wider. she looks down at your pussy. she moves her knees under your thighs as she kisses your stomach again. you couldn’t wait any longer for her to touch you. you roll your hips against her chest.

“impatient little girl,” she mumbles and sinks her hand in between your thighs. she licks your aching heat then kisses your upper thighs.

“oh shut up, maki, please i need you,” you whine out. you tangle your fingers in her hair as she licks your dripping heat. she loops her arm around your leg. she rubs your sensitive clit while letting her tongue explore you familiar hole. her fingers going incredibly quick and her tongue wondering wonders, you wanted more.

you flip her on her back. she grabs your hips as you rock on her face. her tongue going deep into you. her nose rubbing on you clit. it felt like in second you were cumming on her face. your thighs squeezed her head and yours hands gripped on tight to her hair. you moaned out her name.

she pushes you off and you were back on your back. her face covered in your slick. you pushes your knees up. she puts one of her knees under your leg while the other is tucked by your hip. she starts riding you. she rubs her pussy on yours. she picks up her pace. she moans out your name and gropes your boobs.

your were moaning her name while she trusts her hips. she leans her head back and moans out.

“come with me y/n” she pants. you feel the knot in your stomach come undone just as her does. she rides her high out then slows her pace. she leans forwards as you take her boob into her mouth. she pants in your ear as you suck on her nipple. you wrap your arms around her waist while you two catch your breath.

you flip her on to her side. you move away but she grabs you. you lay your head on her chest as she play with your hair. your legs are tangled together and you close your eyes to enjoy this moment.

you stay like that for about 30 mins. you hear a knock at the door. maki yells that it’s open. the door swings open and it’s mai and momo.

“we’re leaving, assholes,” mai says, throwing clothes at you. “meet us of front in 10 or i’m telling the principals to have tighter watch on you two next year,” she slams the door and leaves you two alone.

you sit in silence for a few minutes until maki bursts out laughing. “she’s so annoying,” she laughs. You look up at her.

[wasabito]

Babysitting the JJK First and Second Years (+ Gojo)

my granny was like the neighborhood babysitter back in the day, so this is just something quick and silly based on my memories 🤣

yuji itadori

a notorious snack thief 

very, very cute (chubby cheeks, big brown eyes, missing teeth, just so adorable~)

probably follows you around and asks if he can help you do things, but he’s literally a walking disaster, so you keep him away from the kitchen, and any electronics, and your bedroom, and, and the list goes on

the type to overshare and expose his parents on accident

says things like “my mama said we can’t come over anymore cuz your mom evades taxes”

megumi fushiguro

stubborn as hell and has a little mean streak too. honestly, he’s just not good with people other than his family yet, it’s okay

he’s not a busy-body like yuji, but definitely has a smart mouth that gets him in trouble with adults

glares a lot, and i mean he looks you up and down, then walks away only to glare at you from afar cuz he misses his parents and sister

pretends like he doesn’t care about anything until you bring out cookies and he’s like 👁👄👁 “c-can i have some?”

nobara kugisaki

such a smarty pants! and calls herself ‘big girl’

compares you to her mom in that innocent way that kids do, but it always somehow sounds shady like, “hmm,,, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

surprisingly agreeable once you get past her brutal honesty (and it is very brutal)

independent and sorta self-sufficient - she helps you reign in the other children too

the social butterfly who invites the quiet kid to play with her

maki zenin

chaotic neutral in its truest form

play fights and wrestles with you, but she’s actually being serious (guard your groin and face, i beg of you)

catch phrase is “i did my chores already, so can i go outside now? 🙄”

slips up and drops the f-bomb one too many times because she heard it on reality tv

would miss curfew on purpose. you really can’t control her, so who’s babysitting who at this point?

toge inumaki

a very cute, very small child

so, so goofy - he makes you laugh at least once every hour

kinda lures you into a false sense of security with his quietness

well-behaved on his own but anyone can easily light his fuse

has his own food packed, but will insist on eating yours instead. don’t be shocked when this tiny kid eats you out of a house and home

panda

often the one who gets blamed for things he didn’t do (but you know the truth)

super duper shy at first

a cuddle bug; accidentally calls you mom/dad

probably cried the first time he was left at a babysitters, because he thought his parents didn’t want him anymore

the first one asleep when it’s time for a nap, and doesn’t wake up until hours later

BONUS

satoru gojo

that one little kid who has a crush on his babysitter

hates it when your friend comes over because he wants all of your attention for himself

did you think he was above sabotage?? please, he hasn’t changed much, i’d say

flirts with you by showing you his model lego airplane. are you impressed yet? lmao

probably says things like “when can we go on a date? i like parks, do you like parks? 👀”

thank you so much for reading! likes and reblogs mean a lot ♥️

[cas0214]

The Strongest

Chapter 9

A yuji itadori x reader fic

manga spoilers 

Mother always said that showing people your feelings was a waste of time. That you should only show people what they want. Happiness. Nothing else. 

You showed your dad the happiness he needed when he hit mother.

You showed your mother happiness when she cried in bed.

You showed Megumi happiness when he lost one of his dogs.

You showed Nobara happiness when she spilled something on her dress.

You showed Yuji happiness when he lost a fight.

You showed Sukuna that same happiness when he said some dumb shit.

You showed Satoru that same happiness when he cried about Suguru. 

You showed Satoru happiness when he hit you.

You showed yourfather that happiness when he hit you. 

Maybe if you didn't think that Satoru was your father maybe you would've been happy for real. Maybe you could've shown all of those feelings you have. Shown the sadness you have all bottled up. Shown that anger you had never shown people before. Maybe you could've had a different view on the mission you had.

The mission your father assigned to you. 

To kill Satoru Gojo.

As he had failed to. 

Forgot about it for a while. The thing is that you don't want to kill Satoru. You want to live with him again, have all those cheerful moments with him again. Where we forgot about the dark and dreadful world that we live in. 

The laughs we shared throughout the years he's raised me. The way his arms wrapped around me when you cried. The way my arms wrapped around him when he cried. The giant smile he would wear when you got himKikufuku. The smiles we would wear when we dunked Nanami in red paint. The way he used his cursed technique to save me from the curse. 

The way he sobbed when you wouldn't get up. With your blood all over his hands. The shock on Shoko's face when she saw you limp in Satoru's arms. She never wanted to say it, but she could feel the remnants of Satoru's Hollow Purple technique still there. Lingering inside your body. She needed him to understand that you can't handle all the training he's put you through. 

Maybe that's why you forgot.

You could never kill your father. 

But you could trap him. 

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Why did I have to eat a finger that tasted like burnt cardboard. I guess if I didn't Megumi would be dead. He'd be a corpse on a cart, going into a grave just for him. The bright side of eating the finger was that I got the family I've always wanted. 

Weird family but family none the less.

Gojo being my uncle. Nanami being my father. Megumi, Nobara and Maki being my siblings. Toge, Yuta being the cousins. Panda, well he's a panda. 

All these people mean so much to me that I would hate for them to ever leave my side. Just how I don't wantthem to leave. The one that ran away. 

I never remembered my father or mother. Always remembering the little things. Short black hair with what might have been stich- 

"Hey, dumbass stay focused." 

Right. I have a job to do. 

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You knock on the door that you never had to knock on. That's why Grell is shocked to see you. You've always just barged in; like he does, without a care in the world. 

He looks at you with a sad smile, a smile with pity laced between it. He opens the door wider, stepping aside so I can walk through it. You do, making a dash for his bedroom. You start by taking off your shirt and pants while you there, going to his closet to steel his shit. 

He waits outside the door, knowing that you're getting changed and waits for you to finish. When you open the door, you're not looking him in the eyes, and he knows that tonight is a night where we don't talk. 

He gently grabs you by the hand and slowly drags you to the living room, flopping you on it and throwing a blanket over you. While you're getting settled with the blanket and turning on the tv, Grell is in the kitchen making something. 

He must know that you haven't eaten for what feels like a week but has only been a couple hours. He walks back in with food and drinks for the both of us. He sets the plate to be sitting on the coffee table and goes to move to lay behind you, spooning you, moving the blanket to cover us both. 

His stupidly long arms move across you to grab the plate of food and balances it on our sides. As the movie plays, he keeps handing me bits and pieces of it and you slowly devourer the plate of food. His left arm is underneath your head with his right arm across your middle, drawing imaginary lines on 'your clothes'. 

No words were said, none needed to be said. All the emotions we had for each other were displayed right here, on the expensive couch watching "The Princess and the Frog". All the pain we've had to endure went away, only for the day. Not even that, only for a couple of hours we had left. 

The prison realm sitting only a couple feet away.

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The next couple of days have just been of you trying to avoid Yuji. After that little scene near the lake we haven't talked, not once. You can see the light in his eyes get brighter when he sees you, breaking your heart when you turn around and go the other way.  You never see the way his arm is always out, trying to reach you, to touch you. But never being able to. The way he slowly puts it down and dragging himself to go with Nobara. 

"You know it's kinda sad." Why is she always saying that to me. 

"What is?" 

"How much you like them, but they don't like you that much. It's just embarrassing seeing you pin after someone that barley acknowledges you." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I stopped in the middle of the empty street staring at her. Maybe it was embarrassing that I like them. Every time they see me, they run away.Again. Maybe they were right, I am nothing without Sukuna. I really am nothi- 

"I mean that they don't care about you like that Itadori. They probably don't even like you as a friend. Only see you as a stranger." She stopped to look back at me with a calm look on her face. I take a step back.

"N-Np they like me. They do, I know they do." I can't tell if I'm trying to convince myself or her. I can see that sad look on her face again. She walks towards me and puts her hands on my shoulders. 

"Look, I know it's hard to understand but look at the facts Itadori. They don't like you." She tells me without breaking eye contact. 

"Why are you acting like you know what's going on in their mind!!" I exclaim while slapping her hands off me. "You don't know anythi-

"Can we just focus on the mission. We can talk about this later." She says while she starts to walk away.

"Fine" 

O_O

You and Megumi are in his room studying for the 'test' that Grell is giving us. You never believed him but he's the teacher, surprisingly. You don't mind working with him but there's only one problem.........he won't stop staring at you. 

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you staring at me like that." 

"I'm not." 

"Yeah, you are. Stop it." 

"I just don't get it." There it is. "Why you always leave when you see Itadori."

"I don't know what your talking about." You respond to him, not taking your gaze off your textbooks. You don't want to be having this talk to Megumi, to anyone really. 

"Don't lie to me. We both know."

"Megumi please, I don't want to talk about this." I move my fingers to massage my temple, you could already feel the headache starting to form. 

"Yuji is my friend, and I don't like him being upset."

"Oh, would you look at that. Megumi fucking Fushigiro having feelings. I didn't know you had those." 

"Look I didn'y mean fo-"

"Then what do you want from me, huh. To say that I like him. No-No-No you want me to say that I love him, that I want him too always be around me. That I want him to hold me like someone never has before. Well, I don't want that. Never have. Never will." You turn to glare at him trying to see his reaction, but as always, his expression is unreadable. 

"You do love him. We can all see it."

You turn away, you don't want to admit it. You pack up all your stuff, blocking out his voice of protests. When you walk away, he doesn't chase after you, you don't want him to. You do see his black demon dog following me though. Once it sees that you've noticed it, it stops hiding ang runs up to walk next to you. You knew he wouldn't just let you escape like that, but that little conversation still feels like a little itch in the back of your throat. 

What does he mean by'we all know'?

Who's we?

Is 'we' Grell? Nobara? Maki? Toge?Him?

You don't think you could live with yourself if he knew. 

[me4gumi-moved]

I’m Not Angry Anymore

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Yagi Toshinori x Daughter!Reader

Warning(s): Shitty Parenting, Angst, Some Strong Language, (Kinda) Child Abandonment

Song: Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore by Paramore

Note: This is a counterpart to @kozumeizuku ‘s Twisted

“(Y/N), I’d like for you to meet Midoriya Izuku.” Your father gestured to a 4 year old with freckles and curly green hair. He looked nervous. You walked up to him with a big toothy grin on your face and held your hand out to him,

“Hi, ‘Zuku! I’m (Y/N)!” Your smile didn’t waver as you saw him creep back a little bit.

Your dad pat your head, “Midoriya here is a little shy. His classmates are not very nice to him because he’s quirkless.” You nodded your head in understanding, releasing a small “oh.”

You took a step back from the boy, “I’m sorry your classmates are meanies, Zuku. I like you, though, so don’t listen to them!”

That’s when it all started, you remember. You started to see your dad less and less after you met Midoriya Izuku. At the time, you didn’t understand why, but as you got older it became clear. The blond adult was spending time with Midoriya, training him and being a father figure to him. He used to do that with you, but you’d been replaced. 12 years later and now the two of you were strangers.

You ran up to your father when he got inside the house, a drawing in your hands. You’d drawn him and you wanted to surprise him with it. “Daddy, look!” You hadn’t even pulled the picture out from behind your back when he stopped you. 

“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m about to head back out. I’ll look at it later, okay?” He ruffled your (h/c) hair and gave you one of his big smiles. You nodded sadly. You’d really wanted to show it to him right then. You whispered a soft “okay” before turning around and going to the kitchen. Normally you weren’t allowed in there and you had to ask your live-in nanny or your father to get you what you wanted but you didn’t feel like asking.

You put your drawing on top of the table used for prepping food and walked up to the fridge. That’s where you saw it -- a crude drawing of your father signed “Izuku”. In a flash of anger you grabbed your own drawing and ripped it up into tiny pieces. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! What wrong, sweetheart?” Your nanny, Saki, walked in on you in the middle of your tantrum. You wailed and held your arms out to her and she scooped you up into her comforting arms. She looked down at your ruined drawing and at the one on the fridge. Oh, she would be having a word with your father when she saw him next.

11 years had passed and you still remembered that moment. If you remembered correctly, that was the last time you’d drawn him something.

“Oh, darling, I’m sure he’s just running a little late.” “He must be stuck in traffic.” “Don’t you worry your sweet little head, he’ll be here.” “You know what your daddy says, don’t you? I am here! And he will be, alright?”

That’d been hours ago. The cooks, the maid, the butler, the nanny -- they’d all assured you that your father would make good on his promise. He’d promised to spend the day with you -- to go see a movie and get lunch. That was at 10:00 AM, it was now 6:00 PM.

You sat at the table in the kitchen, lazily moving the spoon in your chicken noodle soup around. It’d long since gotten cold. “Would you like me to heat it back up for you, little lady?” One of the cooks asked you. Mr. Yuji was nice -- he always slipped you snacks while the others weren’t looking. He’d been here since before you were born. He was wrinkly and his hair had thinned out with age. He was like a grandpa to you. “Or do you want something else?”

You pushed the bowl over to him, “No...‘m not really hungry.” You folded your arms on the table and rested the side of your head on them. Mr. Yuji put a hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

“Your temperature seems normal. Are you sure you’re not hungry, missy?” He smoothed back your hair. You nodded silently. You were tired, sad, and disappointed. It ruined your appetite. He took the bowl off the table and poured its contents out into the sink, “Alright, well if you get hungry in the middle of the night, let me know. I’ll make you something.”

“M’kay.”

The swinging door to the kitchen opened but you didn’t bother to look at who it was. You recognized your father’s heavy footsteps, “Hey, baby. What are you...doing?” Before he could finish speaking, you hopped down from the bar stool, walked around him, and left the kitchen. As you walked away, you could hear him ask Mr. Yuji something. “Is she okay?”

You think that was when you’d stopped asking to spend time with your father. 7 years had passed and you could still feel the emotions your 11 year old self had gone through that day.

Your fists were clenched, your face towards the ceiling, and your lips pressed into a thin line. You were fighting back tears. You were tired. You were tired of this. You were tired of broken promises. You were tired of being second best. It was your 16th birthday, and your father missed it because of him. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Your father had the nerve to ask. You clenched your jaw.

“What’s wrong?” You copied. “What’s wrong?!” You looked at him, the hot tears already running at a steady pace down your cheeks. “What’s wrong is that you missed my fucking birthday! Again! That’s 10 years in a fucking row!” You snarled. You didn’t care if you were acting like a spoiled brat.

He stood there in shock. You wiped your tears on your forearm, “What I want to know is why -- why didn’t you show up like you promised?” You had given up on him. All you wanted was a reason why. You already knew but you wanted him to say it.

“It’s Young Midoriya’s--” You cut him off with a laugh. A completely and utterly, joyless laugh.

“Just as I thought.” You scoffed. You pulled out a chair from the dining room table and plopped down on it. You were exhausted and numb, “Midoriya this, Midoriya that. It’s always about Midoriya.” You wondered if your father even knew what he was doing to you. He probably didn’t, he was so oblivious when it came to his own child.

Your father -- the oh so wonderful All Might -- walked up and took the seat next to you. “That’s not true and you know it, (Y/N).”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You turned in your seat to face him. “Tell me, Dad, when was the last time we spent my birthday together?”

“Well, um--” He stuttered.

“Last meal we had together? Last time you showed up to one of my award ceremonies? Last time we spent time together? Last time we had a real conversation?” You asked question after question, knowing he wouldn’t have the answer to any of them.

“(Y/N), that’s not fair--” “I’m not trying to be!”

Silence.

“When was the last time you told me you loved me?” Your voice cracked. The blond didn’t say a word. You sighed and stood up from your seat, “I’m moving out tomorrow. Don’t try to stop me -- I’ve already made up my mind.”

That was 2 years ago and you hadn’t talked with your father since. 

A knock came at your door. It must’ve been one of your classmates asking for your notes again. You got up from your desk and opened the door without a second thought. “I’m not giving you my...notes. Oh, it’s you.” Standing in front of you was your father’s successor — Midoriya Izuku. You hadn’t seen much of him since your childhood.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Can...can I come in?” You stepped aside and held the door open for him. He awkwardly stepped past you and stood around the middle of your room. “Your room. It’s nice.” Izuku complimented.

“It’s alright, I guess.” You shrugged. You had a platform bed with lots of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on it. A bean bag chair sat next to it. Your walls were white but there were so many posters and pictures on them you could barely see the paint anyways. Fairy lights were strung up around the room and LED clouds were hanging from your ceiling. There was a bookcase filled with, well, books. Next it was your desk — it was normal but there were knick knacks, notebooks, and too many pens spread across it.

“No, no — it’s really cool. It’s a lot more cool than my room.” He assured you. You hummed. You didn’t really need to guess what his dorm room was like.

You put your hand on your hip, “Let me guess, yours is covered top to bottom, wall to wall in my dad’s merchandise. Is that right?” A blush erupted on the younger teens face. You’d hit the nail right on the head. You laughed and clapped his shoulder. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. You really admire him, don’t you?” You smiled.

He was nervous, you could tell. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked away from you.

“Alright, have a seat. There’s obviously something you want to talk to me about.” You plopped down on the bean bag chair next to your bed.

Izuku sat down at your desk. “I wanted to talk to you about All Might.” He stated. You hummed and nodded your head — as to be expected.

“I honestly don’t know much about him, Izuku.” You told the truth. “He’s never really been around much for me.” Izuku cringed at your statement.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about with you.” He ruffled his own hair.

“If you’re about to apologize, don’t.”

“What?” Izuku’s green eyes met your (e/c) ones for the first time since he’s been here. “I-I don’t understand. I’m the reason he-“

“I’m going to stop you right there, Izuku.” You shift around in your bean bag. “Everything he did, was in no way your fault. They were his choices to make and he chose you over me, time and time again.” You said bluntly. ��But that wasn’t your fault. Sure, for a time I did resent you but as I got older, I came to realize you had no say in how he treated me. You were just a kid and so was I. I know how much you admire him but it’s the truth when I say he’s the one at fault here. You don’t have to apologize for his actions.” You got up and walked up to him. You ruffled his hair, “I never once blamed you, Midoriya Izuku.”

Tears welled up in the curly haired teen’s virus in eyes but he quickly started to rub them away. “Geez, you’ve always been such a crybaby. I thought you would’ve grown out of that already.” You jokingly pushed his head. You’d always thought of him as a younger brother, even when you hated his guts as a child.

“Sorry, I just…” He sniffled. “I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” You wish you’d known he was carrying all this guilt sooner — you could’ve already relieved him of the burden.

“It’s alright. I understand.”

That was a few months ago. Talking with Izuku like that, it really did help you understand why your relationship with All Might is the way it is.

“Have you talked with your father recently?” Your therapist asked after you finished recounting your childhood with her. She’d needed an updated version now that you were 18.

You shook your head, “No, but he did leave me a voicemail the other day — he asked how I was doing, talked about how he was proud of my grades, told me to make sure I eat and drink enough water.” You appreciated that he was trying, but you weren’t ready to make amends with him.

“Did you call him back?”

“No. I don’t think I’m ready to talk to him just yet. Only recently had I accepted what he’d done.” You explained to her.

She nodded, “That’s alright. It’s all a part of the process. You’ll be ready eventually, and when you do, you’ll be one step closer to leave this all behind you.” You hummed your agreement.

“Have you seen or heard anything from your brother recently?”

“You sound just like the police.” You laughed.

[megumisbimbo]

- Six -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20 @tobi--o​ 

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

in repair - john mayer

find you - nick jonas

streets - doja cat

— in repair - john mayer —

It’s been three days since the news of Yuji’s death reached you. To be honest, you’ve been a mess. Megumi has been as helpful as possible, cooking for you, tending to whatever needs you had. You’re more than grateful, and he is more than willing to help.

“(y/n), are you hungry?” Megumi asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Mm a little bit.”

“I can make you something if you’d like, unless you’d rather order takeout.”

“I’m fine with whatever.” You say paying little attention to what he’s saying due to your inability to focus on anything. He notices your far away demeanor and settles on deciding for you.

“ok, then I’ll be back in a bit.”

“ok.”

Megumi’s eyes linger on your broken expression. He shared in your grief, and he understood that Yuji was very important to you and his death is affecting you intensely. He made his way to the school kitchen. A loud female voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Oi what are you doing?”

“Kugisaki. I’m making (y/n) something to eat.”

“What are you making?” She asks, walking over to the counter Megumi was standing behind.

“Itadori taught me how to make meatballs and I remember them mentioning that they like them so.”

“Need any help?” Nobara asks, tying her hair back away from her face, ready to help Megumi with his cooking endeavor.

“Sure, it’ll take less time then.”

Megumi and Nobara began working on the meatballs, carefully following the recipe that Yuji had taught.

You sat on your bed staring out the window, patiently waiting for the food Megumi would soon bring. However, your mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Yuji flooded your mind.

Could you have stopped him from going?

No, he had to go. There’s nothing you could have done to stop him. He wanted to save everyone, even if it cost him his life and in the end, it did. The more you thought about him, the more your heart hurt. A knock at the door momentarily broke you from your grieving.

— find you - nick jonas —

“Come in.”

A tall figure walks into the room, a smile plastered across their face.

“Maki? do you need something?”

“Not really, just came to check on you. Megumi is currently slaving away in the kitchen making something for you and he said you were alone so I thought I’d keep you company.“ She responds, another smaller figure emerging from behind her.

“Salmon.”

“Oh, Inumaki you’re here too.”

“Tuna tuna.”

You giggle at his choice of words, still not used to the onigiri ingredients speech he tends to use.

“So do you have a curse?” She asks.

Do I have a curse.

Well if you count all the unfortunate events that seem to happen in your life, then yes, you had a curse. But you knew that’s not what she was talking about.

“No I don’t.” You respond.

“Well I don’t either, so we’re in the same boat.”

You give her a confused look.

“Wait, then how are you a sorcerer?”

“I use weapons imbued with cursed energy and my glasses help me see the curses I’m fighting. If I’m being honest (y/n), I came here to ask if you wanted to train with us, for the Kyoto exchange.”

Your confused expression turned into an absolutely bewildered one.

“No no I couldn’t, it’s only a month away, that’s not enough time for me to learn anything. Anyways I’m supposed to be keeping a low profile, I’m not supposed to be here. So there’s no way I could fight in a school wide event.”

“Well, we could train you in secret and then present you to Principal Yaga, he can give a placement test and if you pass you’ll be able to fight with us.”

“Salmon.”

You contemplate the suggestion carefully. Could you even become mediocre enough to fight alongside them? Well it’s worth a shot.

“I’ll do it.”

For Yuji.

“Alrighty then, we’ll get started tomorrow.” She says with an amused smirk.

“What starts tomorrow?” Megumi asks, walking into the room with two bowls and two sets of chopsticks. Nobara is trailing behind him carrying a large pot.

“I’m going to teach (y/n) how to use cursed tools so she can participate in the exchange.” Maki says.

“Is that enough time for them to learn? The Kyoto students are no joke.” Megumi responds.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Maki says winking at you. Inumaki exits with her leaving you three to eat your dinner.

Megumi directs Nobara over to the small table located in the center of the room. She places the pot on a small mat and opens it up. The familiar aroma fills your nose.

“Are those meatballs?!”

“Yeah come eat, Kugisaki made some ramen as well.”

“It’s my special ramen recipe, you’ll definitely like it (y/n)!”

You smile at the pair sitting before you. Oh how lucky you were to have such caring people in your life. They make this difficult time a little bit easier. You drop yourself onto the floor next to the table and Megumi hands you a pair of chopsticks. Kugisaki grabs one of the bowls and serves some of the ramen and places it in front of you.

“Ittadakimasu.” You say, more than ready to dig into the food your friends so carefully prepared for you.

“(y/n) try this.” Megumi says a meatball in between his chopsticks, which are sitting right in front of your face. You lean forward and bite into it, Megumi’s hand sitting underneath your chin in case you spill. Your eyes widen.

“This tastes just like Yuji’s!”

“I’m glad you think so, he taught me how to make them a little while ago and I remember you saying you liked them.”

Your expression softened as you stared deep into Megumi’s eyes. Both sets of eyes full of care towards the other, a small smile playing across each face.

“Bleh, save it for when you’re alone you two.” Nobara says, forcefully making her presence known.

You turn away from him, a light blush tinting your cheeks. The three of you sit and eat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Although, it did feel too quiet. You secretly hoped Yuji would burst through the door with a big smile and break the silence with a verbal sledgehammer. You missed his loud voice, his energy, his bravery, his hugs, his hands, his lips. You shake your head.

What were those thoughts about? Since when did you miss the way he felt?

You feel a hand land on yours jolting you slightly. You turn your head and see Megumi’s hand half clasped around yours, rubbing his thumb across your flesh.

“You’re crying (y/n), are you ok?”

Crying?

You touch your face and feel a dampness sitting on your cheek. When did you start crying?

Megumi lets go of your hand and wipes your cheek with the back of his. His hand lingers on your cheek and you lean into his warm touch.

I like the way his hands feel too, I wonder what his lips feel like...

“I’ll wash up the dishes” Nobara says, standing and collecting all the dirty bowls scattered across the table.

— streets - doja cat —

She exits the room, leaving you and Megumi alone. His hand finds his way back to yours, as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. You lean your head onto his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his. He turns and gives you a soft kiss on your temple. His lips felt soft and warm. You wanted to feel them again.

“We should sleep. It’s getting pretty late.” He says, his face mere inches away from yours.

“Will you..stay next to me...just until I fall asleep.” You hesitantly ask.

“Sure.” He responds with a sweet smile. He smiles more often now, but only when he’s with you. As if, he only wants you to see him smile. As if his smile belonged to you.

“You can take a shower first.” He says, as he reaches his hands out to you pulling you up from the ground and into his arms. You let go of him and make your way over to the closet. You grab some pajamas and your shower stuff and walk into the bathroom. You take a quick shower, desperate to sleep this awful day away. You walk out of the bathroom, a towel around your neck, protecting your clothes from the water that drips from your hair. Megumi walks behind you, taking the towel off of your shoulders. He drops it back on top of your head, and begins gently massaging your hair.

“You don’t have to Megumi, I could have done it myself.” You say, a soft blush painting your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I wanted to do it anyway.” He responds, His fingers expertly rubbing your damp hair. His gentle movements slowly put you to sleep, and you catch yourself leaning back onto his chest. He throws the towel into the laundry bin and picks you up bridal style carrying you to your bed. You’re too exhausted to try and stop him, so you allow yourself to melt into his hold. He places you on your bed and gets into it himself. He keeps himself above the covers, giving you space so you can feel his presence without feeling uncomfortable. You slowly drift off to sleep.

You wake up when you feel the bed move. Your eyes open slightly catching Megumi sitting on the edge of your bed, ready to go to his own. You reach over and lightly tug on the edge of his shirt, getting his attention.

“Where are you going?” You ask, your voice groggy and strained.

“Back to my bed, I thought you were asleep.” He responds, brushing his soft fingers across your cheek.

“...Stay.”

He looks at you with a faint shocked expression.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m only a few feet away you could-“

“Stay.” You say, cutting him off mid sentence. He gives in, and lays back down on the bed next to you.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

“No I’m ok.” He says.

You know he’s lying. He’s actively shaking next to you, and he thinks you won’t notice? Nice try Megumi.

“Get under the covers, you’re shaking.”

He gives you a questioning look, making sure you actually know what you’re saying.

“You sure?”

“Yes Megumi I’m sure.”

He sits up once again, pulling the blankets up and over himself. You slot yourself next to him, facing his back. You subconsciously wrap an arm around him, placing your chin comfortably on his shoulder. Your breath tickles his ear, causing him to smile ever so slightly. He intertwines your hands and enjoys the warmth radiating from your body.

He wakes up early the next morning, your legs tangled together and your lips dangerously close to his. He must have turned in his sleep. He sets his smooth hand on your still sleeping face, running his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

“Cute.”

[bulletproof-heaven]

Wings Cafe - Chapter 2

Chapter: prologue 1 2 3

Every morning at the mansion was routine. Jin would be up and out of bed at six o’clock; but not before giving his snoring husband a kiss on the cheek. He could be found in the kitchen within half an hour, making breakfast for the whole family. Hoseok was usually the second to arise, if he hadn’t already been awake after staying up all night in his workshop, creating new kinds of explosives. Then one by one, the rest, save for Yoongi, would wander in, all droopy-eyed and non-coherent, like little lost children. Being the oldest, everyone other than his husband, were like his children; heck, sometimes it felt like he was married to a child and not a man who was two years younger.

At seven-thirty, everyone, except for Yoongi who doesn’t wake up until noon, would be sitting at the table like clockwork, gobbling down plates full of eggs and bacon. Jin placed a plate down on Jimin’s seat but there was not occupant, which was unusual. The boy always goes out for a run at seven, coming back half an hour later for breakfast. Then Jin remembered the events from the night before and how upset the younger was. He gave the plate to Jungkook before heading upstairs to Yoongi’s room; opening the door just enough for him to peek through. And just as he suspected, Jimin was curled next to Yoongi, who had an arm wrapped protectively around the other’s waist, keeping them close together.

Yoongi was the second oldest and he has an old soul, or as Hoseok liked to call it: ‘the aura of an old grumpy man who likes to shoot cold glares at passing kids’. While that much is true, the second-in-command always had this soft spot for the wide-eyed, chubby cheeked kid even before the boy had joined the group. Jimin, on the other hand, was a complete angel.

It was a nice contrast.

Jin decided to leave them for now and returned back down stairs, just in time for the front door to swing open, causing a loud bang. A familiar figure stumbled in, smelling like alcohol, and everyone continued on as if he didn’t just disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“Look what the cat dragged in” Hoseok muttered under his breath but looked into his plate when Jin glared at him.

“Jihyuk” the ‘mother’ of the house greeted, “Do you want some breakfast?”

Jihyuk took one look at the plate full of food and immediately took off running, up the stairs and straight into the bathroom.

“Of course not” Jin sighed, handing the plate to Jungkook again, who was still hungry after two refills.

“I don’t know why you keep trying” Namjoon grumbled with his mouth full, “It’s been like this everyday since we let him take care of the club”.

Jin sat down with a huff, “He’s still a part of this family.”

“He sure doesn’t act like it” Jungkook growled and Taehyung reached over to hold his hand.

“It was an accident” Jin tried to reason with the youngest, “plus, he apologized to Taehyung already”.

“And I accepted his apology” Taehyung stated, more to Jungkook than to anyone else.

Jungkook slammed his hands against the table and stood up. “You shouldn’t have accepted his half-assed apology”. He ripped his hands away from Taehyung’s grasp, and stormed up stairs.

Taehyung also got up from his chair and excused himself with a quiet voice, “I’ll take care of it. It’s okay”.

Jin sighed, it was way too early for drama. A shuffling sound was heard and he hoped it was Jihyuk, coming back to eat breakfast. But instead, it was Jimin, walking down the stairs and towards the table, rubbing his swollen eyes and puffy face, tiredly. Despite the chilly morning, he was just in a giant white t-shirt and black boxers.

“Was that Jihyuk?”

“Yeah” Jin stood up, guiding the child to the table, “Did he wake you? Are you still tired?”

Jimin shook his head cutely before starting to eat, “No, it’s okay”.

The oldest knew that Jimin needed more sleep after nearly face planting into his food a couple of times. Jin had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and eat later.

Another set of footsteps came down the stairs and surprisingly, it was Yoongi. His had his thick wool blanket around his shoulders, dragging against the floor.

“Woah” Namjoon said, finishing off his plate, “You’re up early today”.

Yoongi just gave him a side glare as he walked past Jimin, wrapping the blanket around the younger’s shoulders before sitting down, without a word.

“Move all the meetings to the downtown office today” Jin stated as Namjoon stood up to go get ready for the day.

“What? Why?” The leader asked.

“Why?” Jin raised an eyebrow. For someone who has an IQ higher than the average person, Namjoon was very slow sometimes. “Did you forget about the giant blood stain on the carpet?”

“Of course I didn’t” Namjoon’s eyes widened. His gut was telling him to get out of there before his husband started to lecture him about killing in the house again. “I’ll go call the clients now”. He left the table quickly, running up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

After Namjoon left, everyone started to finish up and leave to go about their respective days.

“Well, I’m off to bed,” Hoseok stood up, yawning, “I have to pop into the club later”.

Jin started piling all the dishes into the sink, leaving it for the maid that comes in everyday, while Jimin and Yoongi also retreated to their rooms. He made his way to Taehyung and Jungkook’ room and raised a hand to knock. He hesitated, biting his bottom lip, but still gave a few soft knocks before opening the door, “Hey guys…”.

The two boys were lying on the bed, already dressed, ready to go out. Taehyung laid against the headboard while Jungkook cuddled by his side; head on his chest while he had a hand running through his boyfriend’s hair. Taehyung looked up.

“…You have to leave soon if you both want to get to class on time.”

Taehyung sighed, look down at his boyfriend, “Do you want to skip?”

“No,” Jungkook groaned, sitting up, “No. I’m up”.

Jin nodded before leaving the room, “Okay, I’ll leave you guys too it then”. He closed the door and leaned against it. He knew Jungkook resented Jihyuk for what had happened to Taehyung that night but he didn’t realise the extent of that resentment. He pulled himself together and sent a quick text to the maid, letting her know about the blood stain in the meeting room; promising to pay her extra.

For an off-the-grid service, Jimin was getting a lot of calls from potential clients. He could kiss Namjoon, for hiring two baristas for his book store-cafe, but Jin wouldn’t like that very much. He opened this place a year before he joined the group, and now it acts as their headquarters away from the mansion. He sat at one of the tables, laptop out, organising clients from casual to most urgent while answering calls every 5 minutes.

“Hello, Jimin speaking” He repeated in greeting, starting to hate the sound of his own name.

“Hi. Um…” A shy, timid voice greeted back, “I would like to use your service”.

“Okay, please state your name.”

“Choi Yuji”

“Would you be able to come for a meeting today? I have a clearing in an hour”.

There was a small pause and some heavy, shaky breaths, “Yes. I’ll be there”.

“Okay.” Jimin wrote down her name in his planner, “Please come to the Wings café on the corner of Hakdong and Samseong in an hour”.

“Thank-thank you so much”.

Jimin’s eyes widened as the woman started to cry, “no problem. I’ll see you then”.

Just as he hung up the phone, one of the baristas came up to him with another man, “Boss, this guy said he had an appointment”.

Even though Jimin was the shortest within the group, he was still the same height as the average man, standing at 5ft 9. But this guy…this guy dwarfed him.

“You must be Minwoo” Jimin stood up to shake his hand before sending a quick text to Namjoon, “Please walk up those stairs and it’s the door at the end of the hallway… Also, please knock before entering”.

As the man left, following his instructions, Yoongi walked in and ordered his usual.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?” Jimin asked, smiling, eyes turning into crescent moons.

“Hoseok wouldn’t wake up so I’m going to check on the club instead” He shrugged, “There had been some trouble last night”.

Jimin bit his lip, “Was it because of Jihyuk?”

Yoongi just ruffled the boy’s soft brown hair, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay?”

Even though Yoongi didn’t answer directly, he knew it was because of his foster brother. Jihyuk was always getting drunk, getting into fights, and sleeping around, but it wasn’t his fault; or at least, Jimin didn’t want to believe it was.

Yoongi left after he received coffee, passing by girl, who didn’t look a day over sixteen.

“Hi, I’m here for an appointment?”

Jimin recognised her voice and walked up to her, “Choi Yuji?”

“Hi,” She shuffled in her spot as her gaze stuck to the ground, “I-I know my appointments in an hour, bu-but it kind of urgent-”

“It’s okay” Jimin sat her down at one of the tables and ordered her some hot chocolate as he packed up his stuff, “I’ll go see if the meeting’s nearly over”.

He knocked on the door twice before Namjoon signalled for him to come in. Jimin opened the door to see Minwoo signing the contract and shaking Namjoon’s hand.

“Thank you so much”

“We’ll keep you updated”.

Once Minwoo left and Namjoon had hid the contract in the safe, he turned to Jimin, “What’s up?”

“The next appointment is here,” Jimin replied, “She’s…she’s a little emotional”.

A sigh. “Just bring her up”.

Choi Yuji, sixteen-years-old, who lives with her boyfriend, twenty-two years old. He physically, mentally, and emotionally abuses her; even blackmailed her into leaving her parents to run away with him.

“I don’t have anything to give you upfront but…”

“It’s okay,” Jimin sat next to Yuji, in the other chair, in front of the Namjoon’s desk, “We can help you”.

“Jimin.” Namjoon hissed, shaking his head before turning to the girl, “Sorry but we can’t help you”.

Yuji’s eyes widened and quickly looked between the two men. Jimin’s eyes also widened, “Hyung, what do you mean?”

“Jimin, you know we don’t do pity cases. Plus, this is something for the police to handle”.

“I-I can’t go to the police!” She stated, urgently, “I’ve tried before bu-but he has some kind of connection. I’ve tried everything”

“Come on~” Jimin whined, giving his best puppy dog eyes, “You know we can help her. It’ll take less than a day”.

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, knowing that Yoongi is going to give him hell if Jimin comes home all pouty and depressed.

“Fine”.

Taehyung stood outside the lecture theatre, glancing at his watch every few minutes. The IT student in his final year, bundled in a thick sweater, watched as all the students rushed out.

“Hey, you waiting for someone?”

Taehyung eyed the stranger in front of him. He was cute, but his boyfriend was cuter. “Yeah, I am”.

“Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?”

He felt flattered, “Sorry but I have a boyfrien-”.

“Hey babe” Jungkook finally emerged from the room and gave him a kiss on the cheek, even though they just saw each other two hours ago. Jungkook noticed the stranger standing in front of his boyfriend and stood up straighter, eyeing the kid. “Who’s this?”

“No one” The guy squeaked, intimidated by Jungkook’ slightly muscular build, before running away.

Taehyung laughed, returning the kiss on the cheek, knowing that his boyfriend did it on purpose. “Let’s go, we have a client”.

Jungkook wasn’t always that muscular. When Taehyung first saw him, he was just a scrawny sixteen-year-old. Yet somehow, that scrawny kid, who really needed a hair cut, saved him from getting beaten to death by a gang.

At that time, Taehyung was just finishing up his first year of university and had a pastime of scrolling on the wrong side of the web. After coming across some restricted files and being the curious dork he was; he hacked it. The whole situation ended up with him being cornered in an alleyway, late at night, surrounded by a handful of gang members. Then he was saved by an angel, who, after the incident, he followed home. His saviour didn’t even notice he was being followed until after he unlocked the front door of the mansion.

Taehyung still remembers being stared down by Namjoon after he followed Jungkook into the forest and all the way to his house; only to be invited in after Jungkook realised that he wasn’t going to leave.

“Are you rescuing lost puppies too?”

Taehyung smiled at the intimidating man as he walked through the front door and sat on the couch in the living room.

Jungkook sighed, “No, he followed me”.

Namjoon was very intrigued. Jungkook was an awkward, anti-social kid and it surprised him that the stranger was invited in, instead of being ignored.

Namjoon stood in front of the outsider, analysing him, as Jungkook chucked his bag onto the couch, walking to the kitchen.

“Hi! I’m Taehyung” He greeted, totally unaffected by the older man’s gaze.

“So, Taehyung. How do you know Jungkook?”

“He saved me”.

“So you decided to follow him home?”

“Yep” a giant smile.

Jungkook came back out with two glasses of water; one for himself and the other one for his guest.

“You weren’t scared that he was a serial killer or something?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“No” Taehyung shook his head, “I know exactly who he is. I know who you all are”.

He quickly pulled out Jungkook’ laptop from the bag on the couch and hacked into it, receiving some odd looks. Namjoon was impressed but Jungkook, on the other hand, wasn’t so happy.

“Look!” Taehyung swivelled the laptop around to face the two, “It’s you!”.

Namjoon immediately sat down and started scrolling through the files. And indeed, everything about himself, Jin, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok were shown on the screen. Everything from Hoseok’s mental institution admission to Jin’s first aid certification. This was frightening for people of their occupation.

“Can you hide those and make them untraceable?” Namjoon handed him back the laptop.

“Sure can”.

He turned to the boy and smiled, “how about this. If you hide those files, you can stay here and be a part of the group”.

Taehyung’s eyes widened at the offer before taking a quick glance at Jungkook, who seemed out of it. He immediately grabbed the laptop and within a few quick minutes, he closed the screen.

“Done”.

“Done?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung nodded, “if anyone does find it in the future, I give you permission to kill me on the spot”.

Namjoon smirked. This kid knows how the underground world works.

“Okay,” He clapped his hands, standing up, ready to take his leave “Jungkook, take him to the guest room and go with him tomorrow to get his stuff”.

“What?” Jungkook finally caught up on the situation, jumping up onto his feet, “Can you even do this without discussing with Yoongi?”

“I just did. Welcome to the family, Taehyung”.