#then then then Yuuji coming back to gently make love to you again? that did it for me

[linpunny]

Admiration Summary: Yuuji has always been fascinated by your cunt. He always took his time and admired the way it looked

CW: oral (F!recieiving) Black!reader, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Pairing: Yuuji x (black)fem!reader ft. Sukuna

Yuuji has seen pussy before, but it was something about his girlfriend’s pussy that always fascinated him.

He loved playing and toying with it. Pumping his fingers in and out slowly, then pulling them out to watch the trail of slick that clung to his digits. How he would rub over your puffy clit and watch how it swells with blood and pulse like it has its own heartbeat. But what fascinated him the most was how yours was the smooth mocha color and not pink.

“It's always so soft.” He murmured, leaning down to place a tender kiss on her lips.

You squirmed around on the bed. Yuuji always did this. He always took his time to admire your cunt like it was his first time seeing it. You tossed your head back into the pillow when he kissed your pussy with those soft yet firm lips of his before he used his thumbs to spread you open even further.

He murmured about how wet you were and your response was automatic, “All for you, Yuuji.” You moaned when he took his tongue and licked up your drenched hole.

“So sweet.” Yuuji said as he ran his wet muscle up and down your slit. He rut his hips down into the mattress as he ate his girlfriend out. He loved how you tasted on his tongue. Your cunt always tasted like honey and he was addicted to your flavor.

Yuuji sucked your clit into his mouth and circled his tongue over it. Pushing a long, thick finger inside, your moans were becoming like a melody to his ears.

Another whine left your throat. While you loved being filled with his thick fingers, you wanted something else. You wanted to feel his cock thrusting into you, stretching your walls out from the girth. Your fingers curled into his pink hair as he hummed, sending the vibrations straight to your clit. “Baby…” you whined out, fingers tugging at his locks impatiently. “Please. I need it.”

He pulled away slightly, his face wet with your juices, a string of your fluids clinging to his chin. His lips quirked into a smirk at the neediness of your voice and his slid his finger along your slit, listening to the lewd sound your wet pussy made and admiring the contrast between his skin and yours.

He loved watching his fingers disappear within your dripping hole. “Aww, but sweetheart, I wanna enjoy your pussy some more. It's always so cute to look at and taste.” His actions deceived his words as he slid up your body, his heavy cock nudging at your sopping entrance.

Your nails dug into his back as he slowly pushed inside, the stretch burned so good. Yuuji loved going so slow as he liked to gaze down at your joined bodies as his thick cock eased into your clenching hole. “Y-Yuu-” His name broke off into a mantra as you moaned in his ear.

You gasped as he bottomed out within you. You happened to glance down and saw how your skins contrasted against each other and for the first time you understood his obsession. The clash of dark and light was so beautiful. You watched as his dick pull out until the bulbous pink head was left inside, slick with your juices.

“It’s so soft, warm and wet inside, babe.” He groaned as he leaned down to take your lips in a sloppy kiss. Yuuji grunted as he watched your pretty face twist up from the pleasure as he gave a slow stroke, feeling your walls quiver around him as you came.

He treaded his fingers through your hair, gently combing out any tangles. “You’re so beautiful when you’re coming undone on my cock.” He hissed slightly when your nails clawed at his back again. “Careful, doll. You’ll bring him out.”

You knew who he was talking about.

The cursed spirit that resided within your Yuuji’s soul. But the slow methodical strokes he was giving you felt too good. You could not help but to dig your nails into his back with each thrust inside.

“F-fuuck…Yuu-Yuuji…feels too good.” Your eyes snapped open when his slow thrusts suddenly sped up, nearly ramming into you and locked eyes with the crimson eyes of Ryoumen Sukuna. “Ryou…men…” you moaned out.

Sukuna pounded you into the mattress, watching the way his length slid in and out of your pretty pussy. He, also, admired the way your skin clashed against his. It was sexy. “I only have a minute until that brat comes back. I will make good on that.”

He grabbed your legs and pushed them against your chest in a mating press so that he could watch how your mocha walls clung to his dick as he pulled out. “Fucking beautiful.”

Screams fell from your lips as my lower back began to burn from the position Sukuna had you in. He was always rougher with you, but he never harmed you. Yuuji and he came to an agreement that if you scratched Yuuji’s back too hard, Sukuna could come out and fuck you for the full minute his extension would allow him. “D-daddy…please m’gonna cum.”

He groaned at the feeling of your walls quivering around him, the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. His sped up his pace, hands wrapped around your ankles as a smirk spread over his lips. You've never called the brat ���Daddy,’ that name was reserved only for him. “Say it.” He demanded. “Say who owns this pretty pussy, slut.”

“You. It belongs to you, Daddy!” you practically shouted as you felt your walls quiver around him. Your body spasmed as you came undone by Sukuna’s cock. You sighed when the hard grip on your ankles loosened and gentle lips pressed against your calf.

“Yuuji..” you cooed out, your body sore and tired from Sukuna’s brutal thrusts. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead was pressed against yours. You tilted your head up and gave him soft lazy kisses.

He returned the sweet kisses as he breathed in your scent. “He wasn’t too rough with you.” He gave a gentle thrust, his cock still very hard. “Because I haven’t cum yet.” Yuuji chuckles at the small whine you give, but he knew that you wanted his cum deep inside your aching body.

"Yuu..." you sighed as you wrap your legs around his waist, bucking your hips. "Fuck me, baby. Want you t'cum."

It didn't take much for Yuuji to follow your plea, thrusting into without abandon, heavy balls clapping against the curve of your ass. He head rolls back as he loses himself in the tight feeling of your cunt clenching down on is length, trying to milk him for all that he was worth. "Fuck, princess. m'gunna cum. That what you want? Say that's what you want, cutie. Please?" Yuuji quickly grabs your wrists and pin them above your head so that you couldn't scratch his back again.

Another whine vibrates i your chest as your back arches off the mattress. "Please? Yuu, I need it. Need to be filled with your hot cum. Need for it to drip out of me please?"

Your words were like a trigger as Yuuji's balls twitch once before he seed spurts out and paints your insides white with thick ropes of cum. "Fuuuck, I love you. I love you so much, cutie." He moans out as he rocks his hips gently, planting sweet kisses to your lips.

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[uzurakis]

NEARLY C★UGHT IN THE ACT!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)

NSFW MDNI. fuck! ya almost got caught screwing . .

n. been in the drafts for way too long.. cz i needa clear my reqs but idc! i’ve been wanting to write this for the longest time. enjoy my lovelies <3

GOJO SATORU. “s-shit, how much i’ve missed this view,” gojo was sitting in his office desk, slighty pulling your hair to guide you to the rhythm he wanted. you felt yourself melting into him with his warm shaft in your mouth, ever soo big and too much for you, bobbing your head up and down.

just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room, startling you both. your heart raced as you instinctively tried to pull back from gojo. “s-satoru, we—“ his hand gripped your scalp more firmly than before, making you swallow his shaft until it hit the back of your throat. in other words, he didn’t fucking care. “just do your job, darling. and relax, they won’t come in.”

“even if they do come in, we’ll just say we were having a very hands-on discussion.”

GETO SUGURU. “i’m sorry, princess,” he whispered beside your ear as he hit you raw from behind, both pressed against each other in the dim light of a public restroom. his hands gently putting your hair to the side, “i just, ngh, need you so badly,” whilst his lips found yours again, silencing any further protest.

the sound of footsteps outside the door made you freeze, heart pounding in your chest as the door handle rattled. “someone’s out t-there,” you tried to say as you held back the moans. yet not only your heart was pounding like crazy, it seemed your boyfriend was also still pounding your walls despite the chance you two will get caught screwing in public.

“j-just a little longer,” he pleaded as the groans left his lips again. “i can’t get enough of you.”

ITADORI YUUJI. watching movies together was the original plan, until itadori’s cock twitched because you were sitting on his lap. your ass brushed against his bulge and that’s it. he couldn’t hold it any longer.

a split second later his boxers are on the floor, your panties pushed aside as he rocked your waist front and back. better than the movies, he thought, “i’m havin’ a nice view, baby.” you circled your hands on his shoulders when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. “shit,” itadori murmured as he panicked, slowing down the pace a bit. “i’ll handle this.”

“uh, 10 minutes! don’t come in!” he shouted deafeningly, you were certain that if the person still opened the door, they must have hearing problems to miss that loud shout. “see? problem solved. now, where were we?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. with a frustrated groan, he hovered above you, laying your leg on one of his shoulders and pumping two digits in and out of your hole while he ran a hand through his hair. “why did you have to sneak in here? tsk,” a groan fell from his mouth, “you’re going to get us caught one of these days,” he grumbled, but his fingers playing around your pussy said otherwise.

“because i—ah,” you were the one squirming under his touch, “i-i wanted to be with you—“

“fushiguroo, are you there?” came the voice from the other side of the door. megumi sighed, his expression quickly shifting to one of annoyance. “busy!” he called out, forcing his other fingers over your throat to stop you from making any noise, and tried to keep his voice steady while fucking your insides. “idiot, just keep quiet, okay?”

@uzurakis

[emmyrosee]

 Hiiii, I have a request. Imagine a highschool AU where reader has a massive crush on Sukuna but she thinks he has a thing with Uraume, but he actually likes her. Ok ok, so hear me out. Reader is childhood friends with Yuuji and Sukuna and she notices how Sukuna and Uraume have been hanging out a lot. So she asks Yuuji if Sukuna is going to prom and he says yes, and that he is probably going with Uraume. So reader is sad and doesn't want to go to prom anymore even after already buy her dress. Buttt, the day before prom, Sukuna and Reader end up talking and she mentions how he and Uraume are going together and he is confused.  Then they both confess and end up going together. Pleaseeeeee make this as angsty as possible, I love me some good angst😫

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE-

Bro this is so long yaLL GET A SNACK- I never had a senior prom this is my venting PFFFFF-

I do want to make a disclaimer! To make this fic work I had to go and use an American based school system, where traditionally seniors are 18, can drive, and eat in cafeterias. For those about to comment my inaccuracies, thank you!

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Sukuna has been a little more than preoccupied lately.

He, who once would spend every afternoon driving you and yuuji home, who would blast your favorite music and take you to McDonald’s for a soda, has been more than busy with someone new.

You don’t know where she came from, hell you’ve known the two of them for years, yet this is the first you’ve ever really heard of the being known as Uraume.

“They’ve actually been friends for years,” yuuji had told you. “I’m surprised you never really met her- though she’s pretty shy. Only close with sukuna, honestly.”

Yeah. Real close.

Within just a few weeks, Uraume has snagged your place as Sukuna’s number one. No longer does he stand outside your class to carry your books to the next. Your front seat privileges go to her. He plays her favorite songs. He drops you off at home before taking her to god knows where to do god knows what. And yuuji is blind to this change, merely glad his best friend is sitting in the back seat with him, all the while it tears you up on the inside.

And it isn’t until you catch a beefy hand shift to hold Uraume’s that you realize it’s over. Your heart shatters, your lip wobbles, and you turn your body to face away from the disgusting sight.

“You okay?” Yuuji asks, gently nudging you with the tips of his fingers, and when you look up to peek at Sukuna’s frame once again, you catch his eyes looking at you in the rear view. You sigh and turn your gaze away.

“What’s wrong, brat?” He asks, and you could throw up when Uraume turns in her seat to look at you too.

She looks genuinely concerned, and you could punch her for it.

“Just… take me home, Sukuna,” you murmur.

“But we’re getting pizza!” Yuuji whines. “I don’t want you to miss out!”

You smile and gently pat his leg, “don’t worry about me, yuuji. I’m just getting car sick.”

Car sick enough you don’t car pool with him anymore.

You’re back to taking the bus, curled on your seat to stay out of other people’s way, leaving home about 45 minutes earlier than you would’ve with Sukuna. It makes you skip breakfast and washing your face, barely giving you enough time to get into clean clothes and head off onto the day.

But it’s better than seeing them interact, a crush and potential romance brewing right in your eyesight. You never told him how you were getting to school, either, not in the mood for his attempts to change your mind or force you otherwise.

Until-

“You’ve been taking the fucking bus?”

There’s a loud bark that rings through the halls of school, people moving out of the way for the one and only sukuna to come barreling down it, some looking in worry, others with their eyes rolling in their skull.

You sigh and close your locker, leaning against it, “did yuuji finally tell you?”

“No, and I’m going to beat the shit out of him for not telling me,” he snarls, leaning in close. “Do you know how fucking dangerous the bus can be?”

You roll your eyes, “people take the bus every day, Sukuna.”

“Yeah. Not you. Not anymore. I drive you. You know that.”

“Not anymore,” you grumble. He cocks a brow in challenge and you roll your eyes, “I have no interest in being in a car with you.”

“Who fucking shit in your oatmeal this morning?” He snaps. “You’ve had a punk ass attitude for the past two weeks, what the fuck happened?”

“Maybe im just not into being babied anymore?” You lie. He furrows his brows and licks his lips as the bell rings.

“This isn’t over. We’re not done.”

“I am!” You sing.

You’ve never had a day at school drag like today has.

Classes have never felt longer, teachers have never talked slower, and the clock has never ticked drowsier. It physically causes your head to pound and your stomach to become nauseous, and agony courses though your veins as the lunch bell rings.

It’s only lunch.

You manage to shuffle your way out to the cafeteria to meet your friends, two who cheer happily at your arrival and one who offers you a nod of acknowledgment. You plop down next to Fushiguro and rub your temples.

“What’s wrong?” Yuuji asks, and you flash him a small smile.

“I just don’t feel well.”

“You haven’t felt well in days,” he points out, “I hope you’ll be alright for tomorrow night!”

Tomorrow night.

Prom is tomorrow night.

You scrub your face with your hands, “I’ll feel better once I eat, yuuji. Don’t worry,” you say quietly.

The drumming of Nobara’s nails on the table don’t help the growing migraine in your skull, and you try your best to drown out the noise of so many people and so many thoughts and so many feelings about your argument with sukuna that you feel like you could throw up straight on this table.

Kugisaki grimaces, “I told your brother to be here today to talk about prom,” she says, poking her juice open with a straw. “He’s late.”

“He’s not late,” yuuji says, pointing a finger at a table just a few down. “He’s over there, with Uraume.”

The minute every vowel passes Yuuji’s lips, a shiver trails down your spine, filling your entire being with heaviness and hatred. You don’t dare look over your shoulder, instead you grab a grape from Fushiguro’s lunch to munch on. He nudges the small container closer, and you take another green grape from him.

“Besides,” Yuuji continues, taking a bite of his lunch, “I’m 98% sure Sukuna’s going with her. Something about her friend group and car pooling, I figured we could catch a ride with someone else.”

Your heart stops completely.

The man you’d assumed you were going with, the man you’d been in love with for years, is taking someone else, the day before prom.

“He WHAT!” Kugisaki snaps, and next to you, Fushiguro laces his pinky finger with yours, squeezing softly to keep you grounded. “Oh! The fucking nerve! I knew he was a piece of shit, but THIS?! Oh, Itadori, why couldn’t you have your license!”

“Hey! Why don’t you!”

“Kugisaki,” Fushiguro says softly. “Him being a scumbag is nothing new. But,” you feel blue eyes focus on the side of your head. “Let’s be a little more gentle about this, okay?”

From behind you, there’s a set of laughter that eases its way over the cafeteria, and you wish it was literally anyone else’s, anyone’s other than Uraume’s, and you hate how light and airy it sounds.

How pretty.

“I know for a fact Sukuna’s not that funny,” Kugisaki grumbles, but all you do is pick at your food and silently pretend to agree with your friend.

Sukuna is funny. Sukuna is so funny it hurts, it brings tears to your eyes and your sides and stomach to hurt, and even though you share him everyday, it hurts now to share him with her.

“Man, she’s laughing real hard,” Yuuji says, taking a sip of his water, his head turned to watch his brother interact with his friend. “Wonder what he said.”

“Yuuji,” Megumi warns.

Yuuji chuckles to himself, “it’s almost like they’re feeding off of each other, it’s kinda sweet.”

“Yuuji.”

“-and I mean, Sukuna’s usually not so open and friendly, let alone cracking jokes. It’s cute-“

“ITADORI!”

Megumi snaps hard enough at his friend to make him shut up, and when yuuji finally turns back to face you, your bottom lip wobbles and you play more with your food. Tears pour down your face, as Kugisaki reaches over to rest a hand on yours, sympathy in her gaze. “Yeah,” you sniffle. “It’s cute.” The hand not being cradled by Kugisaki comes up to wipe your tears, and before you know it, your legs stand up and carry you straight to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall where you’re able to finally let it go. You cradle yourself in comfort, eyes screwed shut as you sob every fiber of your soul out.

Kugisaki calls your name once, twice, then she sighs, “come on. Let’s talk this out, okay?”

“I’m not going to prom,” you confess. “Not if he’s going with her.”

“You don’t know if he is, though,” she argues, leaning against your stall door. “And if he is, and he fumbles the best thing that ever happened to him, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

There’s another person that enters the bathroom, and you hear Kugisaki scoff. “You’re like, a thousand percent not supposed to be in here.”

“Bite me,” the voice snaps, and it doesn’t take long to decode it as Sukuna’s. Your hand claps over your mouth to silence your tears, not wanting him to hear you. “I thought she was crying, I wanted to check on her.”

“She’s fine. Shoo.”

“Kugisaki-“

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends,” she snaps, and you close your swollen eyes as she defends your honor. “Because we’re not. Don’t act like you care at all about me or her, or her peace or her business. So fucking beat it, before I snitch you out to the principal, then no one’s fucking happy.”

You hear sukuna exhale in annoyance, “just… text me, okay?” He says, and you know he’s talking to you.

“She’ll think about it,” Kugisaki growls. Once the big footprints are out of earshot, you slowly ease your way out of the stall and straight into Kugisaki’s arms, “I know honey, I know,” she soothes, hugging you tight. “You deserve so much better, babydoll. Fuck him.”

“He led me on for months,” you wail. “And he tossed me to the side like a fucking piece of trash. For her.”

“And that’s why you should go to prom,” she argues, pulling back to look at you, eyes soft in understanding. “You don’t need him to have fun- you’ve got friends who are dying to go with you. And you want to make him real jealous?” She asks, and you quirk your brow in intrigue.

She smirks, “go with Fushiguro.”

You sniffle and shake your head, “I cant do that to Fushiguro. Im not going to use him as a pawn to make Sukuna want me again. It’s not fair.”

Kugisaki nods and clicks her tongue, “why don’t you get a note from the nurse and go home for the day?” She encourages, and you ponder the idea in your head.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a terrible idea… to go home and process the day, figure out what to do about prom, maybe even return the dress for your money back. You sigh shakily and nod your head before the bathroom door bursts open again, emerging a yuuji whose hands are clasped over his eyes. “Just wanted to bring you your backpack!”

You snort and wipe your nose, “thank you, Yuuji.”

“You’re welcome!” He shifts his fingers to peek at you, lifting the middle one to make eye contact, “so… sorry we didn’t get to talk about prom.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, ushering them both out of the bathroom. “I’m… I’m probably not going anyways.”

“WHAT!” He whines, his hands coming down to his sides in a saddened pout. “But! It’s senior prom! We have to go!”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I haven’t felt up for it since we made the plan to go. Maybe I’m just not supposed to.” When Fushiguro appears from the men’s bathroom and approaches the group, you flash him a sweet smile, “but I want you guys to still go!”

“Well if you’re not going, I’m not going!” Yuuji proclaims.

Fushiguro shakes his head, “if this is about prom, I won’t go either. We can chill at our houses instead-“

“EVERYONE IS GOING TO PROM!” Kugisaki barks, causing more than a few heads to turn in the hall. Then, she sighs, “we’re all old now. This is it. Our last chance of good memories from this shit fuck of a school. Everyone is going. Period.”

“But-“

“We’ll talk it out later,” you say quickly, noticing the duo of Sukuna and Uraume heading to the vending machines together. “I’m going home. Someone take notes for me.”

“Will do,” Fushiguro calls out for you. You feel three pairs of eyes boring into the back of your skull, but you couldn’t care less.

Not when you’re left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Getting out of school was easy enough. Working up an excuse that you’re dizzy and need to be rushed home. It’s getting home that sucked.

Before, Sukuna was your ride home when you were sick, cutting classes to get you back to your home so you could take care of yourself and get plenty of rest. Now, you stand at a public bus stop, earbuds in your ears, and you wait. You’ve done this route plenty of times by now, courtesy of Sukuna’s front seat being taken by her.

The ride is quiet enough, your head resting against the cool glass of the window as your phone buzzes violently.

sukuna 💪🏻 Where the fuck did you go?

No seriously wtf

This shit with Fushiguro taking notes for you? The fucks up with that?

Why’d you even leave?

You think you can ignore me?

This isn’t over. Once this bell rings?

I’m hunting you down.

You ignore his threats and let the bus carry you home, your exhausted legs finishing the trip up and into the familiar confines of your house. You’ve got at least two hours before sukuna makes good on his word, and you decide to take that time to take care of yourself- something your heart has been too tired to do since Uraume came into your life uninvited.

After a hot shower, some skin care and topped with some pretty perfume, you make your way to the living room, stopping briefly for a snack from the kitchen.

You put on a movie, but your phone won’t stop buzzing. It’s Sukuna, it’s always going to be Sukuna, and you merely turn it on Do Not Disturb.

If ignoring his texts wouldn’t get him pissed, that certainly would.

But you don’t care. Not anymore.

There’s a ferocious knocking on the door that snaps you out of your zone, and it doesn’t take you long to render the intense energy as Sukuna’s. You pause your movie and shrug your blanket off, making your way to the front door.

Your hands tingle and your heart pounds at the idea of confrontation, but you figure you have nothing to lose as you open the door, revealing an annoyed Sukuna, foot tapping impatiently.

“You think you can hide from me?” he snaps, and you roll your eyes and try to close the door. Sukuna merely jams his foot in the frame to stop you. “Stop fucking around with me, and talk to me. And what’s this bullshit of Yuuji telling me you’re not going to prom?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” you say blankly, but all that does is aggravate him more, and he uses a big hand to force the door open more. The act would be attractive to you, had your heart not been torn into pieces by him. “Don’t break my door.”

“Don’t ignore my goddamned texts!” He barks. You scoff and step back inside your house, where he swiftly follows you. “You’re acting like a fucking child.”

“IM ACTING LIKE A CHILD?” You screech, loud enough where even Sukuna’s eyes widen. “Me? After this entire week where you’ve picked your new best friend to cling to, IM THE CHILD?”

“Yes!” He snaps. “What, I can’t have other friends?”

“You seemed pretty content with the one,” you chuckle. “Certainly didn’t need me to keep you entertained.”

“It’s not my fault that Uraume’s been hanging out with me more,” he says, crossing his big arms. “You just can’t handle sharing me once in a while? Are you that insecure?”

This, has you wincing back, his words making you nauseous and tears bite at your waterline, stinging painfully as you finally blink a line down. He takes a deep inhale and cards a massive hand through his hair, “I didn’t mean that-“

“Fuck. You.”

“Look-“

“No, you look, Sukuna,” you growl, hands coming up to shove him hard. “You don’t get to gaslight me into thinking I’m being dramatic, after you’ve completely thrown me to the side and neglected me for the week. You don’t get to make me feel like the bad guy after you led me on for months on end, only to chase after another girl. You don’t get to break my heart, and demand me to piece it back together, only to try and guilt me for protecting my peace! FUCK! YOU!”

“Led you on for what?” He asks, confusion replacing annoyance, but aggregation still in his tone. “The fuck are you spewing?” You reach up to shove him again; this time, he grips your shoulders to make you steady, “are you out of your fucking mind? There is no other girl!”

“Oh, yeah,” you scoff, your voice tight with tears. “You just hold every broad’s hand in front of me. You just rest your hand onto every girl’s thigh, clearly. My bad, Sukuna.”

“I never held her hand, I moved her hand from my thigh, you weren’t fucking paying attention!”

“Yeah? What about not walking me to class anymore? Not carrying my books for me? Not sitting next to me anymore, instead going to be with her?”

His brows furrow, and there’s nothing you’d like more than to smack the expression clean off of his face. “Doll, Uraume is a friend. That’s it!”

“Yeah? Then what does that make us?”

“Everything!” He yells, the plates rattling and doors creaking from the force. The tears in your eyes still as you stare up at him, whimpering and shaking in his grip.

“What…?”

He sighs in exhaustion, “are you so dense you don’t notice just how obsessed with you I am? The minute someone else comes into my life, you’re blind to that?”

“Sukuna-“

“I’ve fought Fushiguro over you,” he continues. “I’ve argued with teachers for being late to walk you to your class. I’ve gotten pulled over speeding to your house to be with you. I’ve fucking been here, wanting you, but I was waiting for you to be ready.”

“Well, you’ve sure had a hell of a time proving it,” you snip, and he grits his teeth to ground himself. “Talking to another girl, taking her to prom-“

“I’m not taking her to prom, I’m taking you!”

“Then why have you been ignoring me!”

Your words are silenced as he grabs you by the chin and pulls you in for a kiss, the broken bits of your soul and heart snapping back together. Your brain stops and your stomach swirls, but your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, keeping him close. He tastes like orange soda and feels comforting like a freshly washed blanket, his band tee getting fisted in your hand as your other one plays with the hair of his buzz cut. He shivers, his arms hug around your waist, panting into your mouth before hesitantly pulling back.

He leans down to your ear, “listen carefully. I’m not taking Uraume. I’m taking you. Uraume is a friend. That’s it. Once I tell her we’re together, she’ll back off, and we’re going to be fine. I’ve been ‘ignoring you’ because I figured you wanted space, but I couldn’t deal with it anymore. Got it?” You sniffle and burrow your face in his chest, letting his big arms wrap around you and keep you safe. He presses another kiss to the crown of your head, and you feel your mind go fuzzy at the moment he cradles you close.

“Missed my annoying brat of a crush. Driving to school was so fucking boring,” he says, and you scoff against him and wipe your nose on his shirt. “Ugh. Ew.”

“You’re supposed to find me pretty no matter what,” you sniffle. “Even if I use you as a tissue.”

“Maybe, just don’t use me as a tissue?” He snickers, and when you loosen and laugh yourself, he gently pulls back to look at you.

“C’mon. Show me your dress. Need to know what color tie I’m getting.”

“You want to match with me?” You whimper.

He smirks, “Kugisaki already hates me. You think she’s going to let us not matching slide?”

“You’re so right.”

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Cute aggression

Your boyfriend has a weird habit of being aggressively loving. He'll hug you so tight, sometimes you'll have to tap his arm so you can breathe. He pinches your cheeks with his fingers, cooing at you as he pulls at them playfully and laughs as you whine from the pain. When you cuddle in bed, he'll pull you in super tightly, wrapping both his arms and legs around you before snuggling his face into your hair, letting out a loud 'Mmmmmmm~' sound as he did so. Sometimes, he'll bury his face against your chest, snuggling deep into your cleavage, shaking his head back and forth as he enjoys the sensation of your soft flesh surrounding him.

"Who's my baby? Who's my sweet, adorable little baby? You are! Yes you are!" he'll coo before he smushes you chubby cheeks between his hands as he leans down to kiss your now pouting lips. He also bites you. Like a lot. He'll gently chomp down on your chubby cheeks, your ears, your thighs, your ass cheeks- honestly anywhere he can get his mouth on, he starts biting.

He gets carried away at times and even coddles you in front of his friends, using the baby voice as he kisses you or asks you a question. "Does baby want a new pwetty dress? Hmm? Something cute for my cute baby. Why are you blushing so much? Oh, the others heard me. Don't worry about them, sweetiepie. Focus on me."

It feels like there's a massive amount of energy inside of him that comes out when he can be aggressive with you. He doesn't hurt you, far from it, but it can take you by surprise when he will randomly pick you up just so he can hug you, making your wrap your legs around him tightly as he embraces you.

And of course, this aggression even comes out in the bedroom. He'll shush you as you cry from his spankings. He'll spend ages between your legs just because he can't bare to be apart from your kitty. He'll suckle on your nipples and call you his good little baby while he does. His favorite position is missionary just because he can easily fuck you, look at you and coddle you all at once.

"Baby! Of fuck- your sweet pussy is squeeeezing my cock! Relax cutie- ah- ah- yes- fucking love this cunt!"

"Hold me tighter- come on- really pull me in. That's it- just like that- oh baaaaby!"

"You want me to- fuck- slow down? It's ok baby, you can take it."

His other favorite is prone bone, just because he can put all of his weight on you and fuck you silly as his forearm is pressed against your neck, choking you perfectly.

"Oh, poor baby~ Am I choking you too hard? Your face is all red!"

"Yes baby, you can cum again. Cum all over my fucking cock!"

It was only through a random conversation with friends that you found out what cute aggression was and suddenly, it all made sense! You explained it to him and all he did was laugh, pulling you in for a hug as you swatted at him, not really mad.

"You're treating me like I'm a puppy!" you said, huffing as he started peppering your face with kisses.

"Well, you are my pet~"

Bokuto, Kuroo, Gojo, Yuuji, Shanks, Ace, Sabo, Uzui, Douma, Kaeya, Childe, Wriothesley.

[chosos-lesbo]

sweet angel

pairing: choso x reader

synopsis: (continuation of this smau) choso is struggling, and you come to his aid.

word count: <1k

warnings: a lot of crying, probably cringe lmao

a/n: i’m gonna be honest…i kind of hate this, but i didn’t want to keep everyone waiting 😅 so i’ll work on revising later, but for the time being, it is what it is and ain’t what it ain’t lol. also, the pic is from pinterest 🙂‍↕️

you knocked on the door to choso’s apartment, before testing the handle. he did unlock the door like you had asked.

“it’s me, cho!” you shout, taking a short step inside, before turning to shut and lock the door. when you rounded back to walk into the living room, you’re met with choso standing but a foot away. “oh my god!”

his tear stained cheeks began to get wet with fresh tears, as you stand with your hand over your heart. “i’m sorry, baby. you scared the crap outta me,” you say, closing the distance by pulling him into a hug.

his arms circle tightly around your waist, as one of your hands is holding his head to your neck and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. you can feel his breaths become more shallow as his hands ball in fists clutching your shirt.

“it’s okay, let it all out,” you whisper into his hair, and that was all the signal he needed to stop silencing his cries. tears burned at your eyes, his broken sobs weighing heavily on your heart.

it felt like an eternity that you stood in each other’s arms, before his hands let go of your shirt. his hands smoothed along your hips, as you loosened your hold on him, moving your hands to the top of his shoulders.

“m-my head hurts,” he stutters, trying to catch his breath.

“poor baby,” you pout, rubbing his shoulder, hand grazing his arm as you find his. you squeeze his hand twice before interlocking your fingers. “let’s get you some water and medicine, and we can go to bed.”

he sniffles, nodding gently as he lets you guide him. it’s a short trip to the kitchen, reaching to the drying rack next to the sink to get a glass. you go to let go of his hand, so you can turn on the faucet, only for his grip to tighten. instead, he raises his own free hand to turn it on for you.

you put the cup under the running faucet, and he turns the water off just in time before it overflowed. you set the full glass on the counter and reach in the cabinet to grab the tylenol. you hold it out by the lid, waiting for choso’s hand to assist again.

once choso takes the medicine and finishes off the glass of water, you lead him to his bedroom. it isn’t until he goes to climb in bed that he finally lets go of your hand, allowing you to crawl in after him.

you make yourself comfortable on your back before letting him lay his head on your chest. you pull his hair out of the bun he had it in, combing it down with your fingers.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles into your shirt, and you could feel the fresh tears wetting your shirt again.

“what are you apologizing for, baby?”

“y-you shou-shouldn’t have had t-to come,” he finally manages to say, and the sadness in his voice shattered your already broken heart.

“you didn’t ask me to, did you?” you question, and he responds by shaking his head no. “so that means i came here because i wanted to. i couldn’t let my sweet angel be alone when he was feeling like this.”

your hand never stopped combing the length of his hair, as you tried to find the right words. while it might not change his mind, something to at least give him enough peace to sleep through the night.

“i am so thankful for each and every day that i get to spend with you. and i know that yuuji loves having you around, especially because you’ll watch those stupid human earthworm movies with him,” you laugh, and you can hear his mumbled disagreement.

“they’re actually pretty good, when you think about it.”

“and it’s stuff like that, choso, that shows you’re a good person. you take the time to find the good in the bad, and you think about others before yourself. but it’s okay, in some instances to be selfish.

“you don’t ever have to forgive ken-jackass,” you get a wet laugh from choso, which works as a glue for your broken heart. “but i hope that one day, you’ll be able to forgive yourself. we can’t change what’s already happened, and quite frankly, i wouldn’t want to. and if that makes me a bad person, so be it.”

“b-but you’re not a bad person,” choso pouts, moving up to his elbows to look you in the eyes. his tears have been reduced to the occasional sniffle, which is a good sign.

“and neither are you,” you say with a finality, cupping his face. the pads of your thumbs dry his tears, tucking his hair behind his ear. you lean forward to place a kiss on his forehead before falling back on the pillows.

he follows after you, laying his head on your chest again, but this time he puts his hand under your shirt, just resting on the warm skin on your side. he, also, moves one thigh to rest on yours, effectively locking you in place (unless you attempted to move him, which you wouldn’t anyway).

“thank you, for everything.”

“of course, baby. and i meant every single word. i love you so, so much, my sweet angel.”

he picks his head up, just long enough to turn and press a short, sweet kiss to your lips, before laying back down. “i love you more,” he replies, and shortly after, you could hear his soft snoring.

at that, you could rest easy too.

tag: @chiefinvestigatoremma

[suguruilyx]

yuuji x ftm reader Headcannons! (+ megumi)

——————-

Sfw!

-he’ll make you take binder breaks if you haven’t got top surgery!

-If you are feeling insecure about your body, or are being bullied for it, first he’ll beat the shit out of them, then cuddle, and kiss you all over

for example:

—

“are you ok sweetie?” He kissed you all over your face “my sweet boy, are you?” He asked you that every 1 minute , you nodded everytime, not wanting to worry him any further.

“m’ok yuu..just tired” you sniffed up your snot, that was about to run out, he wiped your tears “ok..ok let’s rest up then, ok?” He kissed your forehead, once again, before falling asleep holding you.

—

-if you DID get top surgery, without a doubt, yuuji would kiss your scars when you guys are lying down in bed, or he’ll just simply trace them with his finger, or even draw stars on them ^^

For example:

you giggled as you felt yuujis finger trace your scars, him giving them little kisses “yuuji..” you smiled “hm? What is it?” He asked scooting up to your neck, nesting his head into your neck, as he starting kissing it.

“I was thinking about..mh..g—going on a date” you whimpered, as he suckled at your neck “hm….ok” he continued sucking.

— -He shares all his clothes with you, no questions asked, the idea of you walking around in his clothes makes him so happy :D

—-

nsfw! (Skip if needed)

-he absolutely loves the sounds that come out your mouth, it gets him more aroused, slamming himself into you harder, his thrusting getting faster.

-ok this may sound mean but I don’t find yuuji one to last long, probably only lasts like 2-3 minutes, but he has a bunch of stamina…8-9 rounds at tops.

-if you want, he lets you top sometimes, when you do he becomes all submissive as you ride his cock.

-he’s a superrrr soft dom, but if you are bratty, I don’t think he’ll be as caring.

-probably shares you with megumi

-for his cock….hmmm…I’d say 6-7 inches? Hes cock isn’t that big to him so he tries his best to reach your sweet spot, but since he doesn’t think he’s big enough for you he usually puts you in a full Nelson, he’s more of a girthy guy sooo, his girth is 4 inches

for example:

—-

Such a good boy for me,” he kissed your pussy gently, eyes catching yours making you moan, your back arching. “So handsome,” kiss “so gorgeous” kiss

“yuuji….~hng..” you moan, “you taste so good my love, I can stay like this forever,” he said as he continued to rub his thumb on your clit, “y—yuuj-! Mgh!~” you yelped, you were so close, but yuuji stopped toying with you “uh-uh-uh sorry baby, you can only cum when I say so m’kay?” He cooed, your body shaking, your hair started to stick to your forehead, drool started falling down from your mouth, yuuji almost came, you looked you handsome “ how about this my prince, we can cum together, hm?” you nodded so fast, your cunt getting wetter and wetter at the second, grinding on his leg, he didn’t notice until you started mowing louder “yuuj-“ megumi cut off as he saw you two, “Megs! U-uhm..um.” it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you broke the silence with a loud moan, the both of them were confused until yuuji looked down, you came all over the bed, and on yuujis leg, “hey megs, wanna join?” He grinned, megumi looked shocked for a moment but… “sure, why not.” Megumi shrugs.

“y-y-you two are kidding right?! I can’t fit the both of you at the same time.!” You cried out, megumi rubbing your clit, as he chuckled “you’re shaking honey” he kissed your forehead, “he just came fushi” yuuji replied, you were frozen with shocked, until you felt megumis mouth graze your pussy.

“g—gumi?! What are you doing” you shrieked “what does it look like?” He replied, “gah!~ mgh..!” You cried as yuuji slammed his cock into you, “let’s work together, k megs?” Yuuji said, megumi nodded and started to eat you out, as yuuji thrusted in and out.

“W—wait nu!~ s—sensitive…!” You wailed, grabbing at megumis hair, trying to pull him back from licking your cunt, “hes gettin close megs” yuuji moaned as you tightened around him.

“s—stop gumi!! I-I-it’ll go all over!” You whined, and whined until yuuji slammed into you your mouth open as you let out a silent scream.

you came all over megumis face, and yuujis lap “ff-fuck…[name]…you got so tight I couldn’t pull out” yuuji whimpered, “some of your cum got in my eye” megumi grinned.

megumi licking yuujis cum out of your hole, “baby? You alright?” Yuuji asked as your eyes fluttered, one of your eyes half lidded and the other one fully open, they somehow knocked you into sub-space “honey?” Megs whispered “mmh…m’o-ok, m’…” you slurred and your words sounded more short.

“tired…” you murmured before falling asleep in yuujis arms, “ahh..no fair…” yuuji pouted, megumi looked up st yuuji “wanna fuck him till he wakes up?” Oh boy, once you wake up your tummy’s going to be full of their cum. :(

[kenthoescore]

The night we met - nanami kento.

tags. angst, spoilers!shibuya arc

synopsis. it was the night before nanami kento left for shibuya, you can't shake the feeling that he's saying goodbye.

You laid in bed, your head pressed against Kento's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of his heart.

"Sweetheart, I love you," Kento whispers, his hands brushing your hair gently. His arm served as a pillow.

"I love you too, Kento, with all my heart." You replied back.

Kento stays silent, the brush of his fingers against your hair was consistent. His breathing was silent. You wish you could stay like this forever, cuddled in his warmth, his arms wrapped around you.

He pulls you to his chest and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Look at me." He says quietly, placing a finger on your chin, making you look into his eyes.

His orbs were unreadable. Many thoughts swirling behind them but they remained the same, looking at you like you were the air that he breathed, touching and looking at you gently like you were made of expensive porcelain that he was careful not to break.

"Hmm?"

He smiles at you, his thumb caressing the side of your face. Memorizing every detail, even the smallest and unnoticeable parts of you.

"I want know that every beat of my heart sings your name. I would never not think about you or not love you, even until my last breath." He says quietly.

This was not random or uncommon for Kento to say deep meaningful words to you. But it had struck you differently this time, it rendered you speechless. It was like he was saying goodbye.

"Every time I look into your eyes, my soul finds solace in a love that words fail to articulate, being here with you feels like home," He takes a deep breath, smiling down at you.

"Kento, what is this? Is everything alright?" You ask, a worried edge to your tone. You catch the slight grief and sadness in his words.

He shook his head, still smiling gently at you.

"If I return in this mission to Shibuya..." He starts.

It hits you, Shibuya. Yuuji Itadori, the student he considers as his child, Sukuna's vessel. You get pulled back into the reality outside of his embrace.

"Marry me."

You froze up, your eyes widened. It wasn't a question, Kento chuckled. A playful smile on his lips.

"I would get down on one knee at a better time, keep your answer until I do." He smiles at you.

You nod wordlessly.

Tears well up in your eyes as you tried to contain them. You felt the dull ache of your throat, as you choked back your tears of happiness.

A tear escaped from your eyes.

He wipes it gently.

"And when we do, we'll travel the world. Read books with you, enjoy life with you, and spend the rest of my days with you."

He added.

"After this, I'll quit my job. Will you agree to adopting Yuuji?"

He asks, looking at you for permission.

You loved the kid as much as he loved him. You knew Yuuji would love to have a family to take care of him, you adored the kid.

"I would, he's a nice kid. He deserves the world."

Kento smiles at you. The evening continued with soft conversations, whispered i love you's, playful banter until the both of you can't talk anymore.

Kento waited until you were asleep, watching you quietly with a contented smile on his lips.

"Wait for me." He whispered in the cold air of the night.

Little did the both of you know, he wouldn't come back. The plane tickets to Malaysia would rot in a compartment of the bedside table. His ties would land untouched in the wardrobe, his suits would hang, waiting for Kento to wear them again.

His pile of unread books would never decrease in amount nor increase in the pile, his dream vacations would not be crossed out, his bucketlist would not be fulfilled.

The ring he bought you would forever lay hidden in the place only he would know.

You would never get to wear it.

You would never get married to the love of your life.

You would never see him with Yuuji again.

You would never see him watch your children be a mix of his and your personalities and looks.

You would never see be in his arms again.

You would lead a life without Nanami Kento.

[piftamere]

megumi ending (wc : 1.4k ; cw : hospital room, brief description of the crash, mentions of death, a little suggestive)

in your hospital bed, you feel small, you look small too. you're paler than usual, dark circles surround your tired eyes. you broke your left arm and now a cast envelops it.

“never scare me like that again” and a couple “i love you”s can be read on the white bandages, written by yuuji and kugisaki. flowers, ballons and a teddy bear decorate your room.

satoru and maki visited you a few hours ago, they looked so worried. they brought you chocolates, fruits, anything you’d need really. they promised to come back tomorrow.

the doctor came by earlier, you're going to be okay. you should be out of the hospital in a few days. the police came too but megumi told them to come back another day. you’re thankful he did.

megumi, yuuji and kugi look exhausted but they're smiling, you don’t have the heart to ask them to leave so you can rest. their presence is comforting, you’ll sleep later.

your ribs hurt when you breathe and even worse when you laugh, but you still reward yuuji’s poor attempts at lightening the mood with a chuckle. you can tell he needs it, you all need it.

when you recognized the driver as satoru’s former assistant, your heart missed a beat. you asked her to stop the car, but she started ranting to you, accusing you of ruining her life, of using people then discarding them.

you were so scared, you really thought you were going to die in that car. she kept speeding while not focusing on the road. going on and on about how you were a terrible person. and when she swerved off the road to avoid another car, you saw your life flash before your eyes. you saw the faces of everyone you would never get to see again. megumi’s face.

you’ll never forget the fear you felt when the car flipped over.

your thoughts are interrupted by kugisaki standing up, “i’m gonna get something to drink, yuuji come on.” she gives you a gentle smile before leaving the room, yuuji doesn’t quite get it but he follows after her anyway.

she knows you probably want to be alone with megumi for a bit. he’s sitting in the chair next to your bed, he’s been there since you woke up, probably since long before that.

after they’re gone, your gaze wanders on his face. you notice the red around his eyes, his messy hair, his wrinkled clothes.

his hands are resting on his legs.

“megumi?” you reach out, gently squeezing his fingers to get his attention. his skin is warm, it's nice.

“it’s funny because i was doing the interview, answering the same old questions and i started talking about my love for music, how it’s my passion and the only thing i want to do in life, how i feel like it’s what i was born to do you know?” as you talk, you trace the scar on the inside of his palm, partly because you like the feeling of his skin on yours but mostly because you’re too shy to look him in the eyes. he tilts his head slightly, not sure where you’re going with this. “but while i was rambling on and on, something felt wrong, it was different from all the other times i’d given that same speech. because all i could think about was you. that’s how i feel about you too. i love you, and i’m tired of pretending i don’t.”

when you finally look up, part of you wants to laugh at the expression on megumi’s face. his jaw fell slack and he’s blinking rapidly at you.

“you love me? like “as more than a friend” love me?” he sounds incredulous

“yeah…” you chuckle awkwardly, playing with the rings on his fingers.

he blinks again a few times, to make sure this is really happening.

he really wants to kiss you, but he’s so scared of causing you any pain that he settles for his hand on your cheek. you lean into his touch.

“are you not going to say anything back megumi?” your brows are furrowed, you knew he felt the same but you were beginning to wonder if his feelings had changed.

he clears his throat. “yes sorry, i’m just having a hard time believing this is real.”

you chuckle, “you’re cute.”

he blushes a little at your comment. “i love you too, of course i do.”

he looks at you fondly, with so much love.

“and because i love you, i need to say something,” he starts, his expression suddenly serious. you nod, surprised.

he takes a deep breath and continues, "with everything that has happened around your career these past months i have to ask, do you want to continue? even with all the drama and risks? or do you want to leave everything behind? whichever you choose, i’ll follow you. when I visited my family a few months ago, i inherited a lot of money. i don’t want to bother you with the details, but basically, i’m set for life. so, you don’t have to worry about money anytime soon, even if you choose to give up on your career. i’ll take care of you, and i’ll help you find a new dream, if this one isn’t yours anymore.”

you’re taken aback by his honesty, “i love what i do megumi, so much.”

“when i got the call from the hospital and i didn’t know how you were, i imagined the worse. i was terrified that i might have lost you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and i can’t lose you. i know i can’t shelter you from all the dangers in the world, i just want you to know you have the choice.”

“okay, thank you megumi.” you reply, with a small smile.

you scoot over to the side of the bed, tapping on the covers to invite him to join you.

“come. you can’t say no i almost died today.” you look at him through your eyelashes.

”i’ll do whatever you want me to, you know that.”

megumi climbs on, careful not to touch your cast, he wraps his arms around you, gently, like he’s afraid of breaking you.

he hates that you’re in an hospital bed, hates that you’re hurt. there’s so many things he wishes he could do right now, but he holds back. he knows you’ll have all the time in the world once you get out in a few days.

still you notice his gaze trailing down to your lips before quickly coming back to your eyes a few time as you speak. he’s such an idiot, you think.

taking things into your own hands, you gently cup his cheek, bringing him slowly towards you. you feel his breath fan on your skin and he closes the gap between your lips. the kiss is soft, tender, but it leaves the both of you wanting more. you gently bite his lower lip as you pull away. his forehead rests against yours, he lets out a shaky exhale. you stay like this for a moment. it’s better than you could have ever imagined.

in his embrace, the tension that has been gripping your body since the accident begins to ease. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you down. you finally feel safe, for the first time since the crash. the hospital room and the pain fade away, and all that remains is the warmth of his body against yours.

megumi takes a deep breath before speaking, “you know around 1 year after you moved in, i can’t remember why, but you were out of town. and i couldn’t find jiji anywhere. i spent hours searching and i was so worried i lost ‘your son’. i called you completely panicked and you just knew were jiji was hidden, and you knew exactly what to say to calm me down, and i went to look and he was there.” he sighs, content. “and before hanging up, you added, ‘it’s our son now megs.’ and i knew.”

“knew what?” you ask, curious.

“that i loved you.”

“that was years ago!!”

“yea it was.” he whispers, tightening his hold on you.

“I'm sorry it took me so long to realize i loved you.”

“you have nothing to be sorry about.” he says, kissing your forehead, before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

fun facts :

yn and megumi moved into the same room a few months later because they kept sleeping in the same bed so it made no sense to have a second bedroom.

they turned it into a studio to write and produce their music

the new kitty is called Ponyo^^ (very original ik)

author's note

ignore if some things dont make sense :3

there's some stuff in common with the satoru ending, i hope it's not too repetitive if you've read both

megumi got his happy ending, just maki left and it's finally over!! 😗😗

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part thirty-eight - the end

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[sammysficfactory]

Rain Rain Go Away

Yuuji Itadori x black!fem!reader

tags: fluff

summary: Just a regular rainy day with your boyfriend Yuuji

wc: 0.9k

warnings: mention of food

notes: this is so cute, beta read, yuuji deserves a normal life, i love him

beta reader comments: not Love is Blind 😭, THAT LIL LAST PART WAS CUTE, had me grinning and shit 🤭

When you wake up to the quiet and calming pitter patter of rain on your window, you roll over to find your boyfriend Yuuji sleeping peacefully. You smile to yourself, he looked peaceful, uncorrupted, and unbothered by the world. You pepper light kisses on his forehead occasionally. He stirs until he seems to wake up.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you grimace slightly, feeling bad that you might’ve disturbed his sleep. Yuuji shakes his head, his eyes closed.

“No, I was awake when you started kissing my forehead. I just didn’t want to disturb you.” he laughs quietly, his voice still bound by sleep. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“You could’ve told me you were awake, you know.” you fake an attitude, sucking your teeth. Yuuji chuckles again, finding your feigned attitude cute. He gently pulls your bonnet down a bit.

“Your bonnet was moving up, if you would’ve moved anymore in your sleep it would’ve come off.” he snorts.

“Not too much, Yuuji. We both know how wild you can sleep.” you raised your eyebrow. Yuuji pouts,

“That’s not fair, it was one time. You act like I sleep like that all the time.” he whined. You lay on your side, head propped up by your hand.

“You slept so wild that by the morning we both were on the floor. I think that’s pretty fair.” you laugh, remembering the time he hadn’t slept for almost two days and ended up taking up the whole bed, then rolling out of the bed.

Yuuji looks past you for a moment at the window, raindrops appearing and merging simultaneously. His eyes light up.

“It’s raining! We can watch our show together now that we don’t have to go out.” Yuuji spoke animatedly, clearly eager to stay inside and spend some quality time with you.

“We can. I’m on snack duty!” You quickly hop out of bed, brushing your teeth before grabbing the snacks to bring to your shared living room. Yuuji yawns and follows behind shortly. He moves kind of sluggishly, hindered by sleep.

He plops down on the couch, blankets in hand. He places a blanket on your lap before pulling you close, your head on his chest. He quickly feeds you a snack before turning on your show. Rainy days were the best in your opinion. Yuuji being a more introverted person was good for you. You liked going out with Yuuji, but there was something about impromptu dates at home that was more calming and intimate for the two of you.

So here you were, leg resting over his, head on his shoulder, watching the newest Love is Blind episodes, and judging the couples.

“They’re so corny, like to the point it’s disgusting.” Yuuji cringes at the couple on screen. You nod in agreement.

“I bet they won’t even make it out of the pods.” You snort. You take a bite of a brownie before Yuuji opens his mouth, signaling you to share. You roll your eyes and give him the last bite.

“I can’t stand you.” You suck your teeth. Yuuji kisses you on your temple before smiling mischievously.

“Well I’m glad we’re sitting down then, hm?” You push him slightly, mumbling about him being greedy under your breath.

“He’s gonna propose! Babe look!” Yuuji shakes you obnoxiously, concerningly invested in the show. You aggressively shrug him off. Sometimes he didn’t know his own strength, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“I see! I’m watching it with you, remember?” Yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“My bad.” You snort before looking back at the TV.

“Is it bad that I hope she says no? I don’t really like him. I think he’s weird, and not like good weird. Bad weird.” You ranted. Yuuji shakes his head. You scoot a little closer to him. He wraps an arm around you almost instinctively.

“Yeah, he is strange.” Yuuji agrees. You watch the rest of the season fairly silently, only talking occasionally to express your like or dislike of a contestant or couple. Yuuji yawns. You lift your head slightly.

“You wanna take a nap before watching the reunion?” You suggest, a little tired as well even though neither of you did much. Yuuji nods.

“Let’s nap in the bed though, I don’t like sleeping with you on the couch. Not enough room.” Yuuji rubbed his eye before standing and grabbing the blankets to put them back in the hall closet. You stand after him, grabbing the snacks and trash to put away.

You meet back in your shared bedroom, in your regular sleeping position. His arm wrapped around your torso and your head on his chest, leg lazily tossed across his waist. You sigh in content. It was still raining.

“Do you like the rain, Yuuji?” you ponder out loud.

“I think it’s nice,” Yuuji shrugs, “do you like the rain?” You nod.

“Yeah, I like it. It’s kinda calming, and it means we don’t have to go outside.” You feel your boyfriend’s chest vibrate with quiet laughter as he draws circles into your back aimlessly.

“Yeah, I guess that’s good too.” Yuuji agrees. You slowly feel your eyelids get heavier at the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, your body relaxing.

“Y/N?” Yuuji calls. You hum in acknowledgment, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“I love you.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head. You smile.

“I love you too, Yuuji.” you mumbled.

Yeah, you did like the rain.

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 10)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 10

I don't understand how your love can do what no one else can. Your love's got me looking so crazy right now. (Crazy in Love by Eden Project)

The next few days make it painfully clear that somehow, during the last months, the boy managed to infiltrate a place inside Sukuna that he wasn't aware of until the brat managed to get himself injured and put a fear into Sukuna's heart, he had never known before.

It's quite unsettling. Inconvenient.

What did he do? He had wanted to get separated from the brat all the time while being trapped inside him. Sukuna had wanted his own body again, had wanted to break free from this perfect little cage that Kenjaku had created to imprison him. But the moment he had succeeded, he grabbed the boy and took him with him.

What did he do? Has he bound himself to Yuuji again?

Things are slipping out of his control increasingly, and it's concerning. This isn't what Sukuna planned. He had wanted to play his little twisted game where only he knew it was a game. He had wanted to lie and deceive his way into the brat's heart. He had wanted to bask in the cruel exhilaration of seeing the brat willingly on his knees for him. Had wanted to break him with this fake love. He had wanted the cruel pleasure of seeing the brat turn into his obedient little pet.

But somehow, he had imagined it differently. He didn't expect to feel so warm anytime Yuuji smiles at him with so much affection in those golden eyes. He didn't expect to feel protective when he saw the boy getting hurt. He didn't expect to feel lonely and cold when Yuuji is not around.

The doubts gnaw at him. Did he really turn Yuuji into his toy? Is that what he is? All those months, Sukuna was convinced this was the case. But do you hold a toy every night and cuddle it in the mornings? Do you try to read every wish from your toy's eyes just to make them smile and be happy?

Sukuna was so sure he was doing this out of sadistic pleasure. And it was that way in the beginning, at least. But somehow, things have mutated into something different.

Somehow, when Yuuji looks at him with a sweet smile on his face and nothing but love in his eyes while gently caressing the short hair at the nape of Sukuna's neck, Sukuna isn't sure anymore what this is.

Sometimes, it feels like Sukuna is drowning. Drowning in Yuuji's sweetness. In the sweet, syrupy feeling of his love. It feels like he is underwater, and he can't breathe. He knows he has to swim back to the surface again, but he can't move.

They are in the park again, taking an evening stroll, looking at the pumpkin figures lining the parkway. The air is thick this evening, loaded with almost tangible electricity. Sukuna can feel a tingle under his skin when he lifts his head to see the dark grey clouds gathering in the sky behind their apartment.

Thunder grumbles in the distance, and the first lightning flashes across the blackened sky when the first raindrops start falling.

It's an imposing scenery, carrying a fateful promise. Sukuna blinks, huffing at his thoughts. But he still reaches out to trail his fingers down Yuuji's back and let them come to rest on the small of the boy's back.

"Let's get back inside. All hell is going to break loose soon."

Yuuji chuckles softly as a big raindrop lands on Sukuna's nose. He grabs Sukuna's hand and starts running, pulling Sukuna with him as the rain gets heavier. Yuuji's laughter carries through the air, and his firm, warm hand never lets go of Sukuna until they have reached the entrance to their apartment building complex, both already drenched from the rain.

Yuuji laughs, which turns into a groan when Sukuna presses him against the elevator wall, claiming his lips in a hungry kiss. He doesn't know why he is so hungry for the boy right now, but something in him wants Yuuji so much that he doesn't see why he should rein his desires in.

When they enter the penthouse, the sky outside is completely black, dark clouds swallowing the rest of the daylight, bringing an early night that gets illuminated by flickering lightning streaking through the dark sky.

They leave the lights off, too busy kissing and tearing at each other's clothes as if they are filled with the same restless electricity as the thunderstorm raging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

Yuuji's hands are on Sukuna's shirt, pulling it up, strong fingers brushing over Sukuna's abs. His lips are soft and warm against Sukuna's, tasting sweet like the chocolate pumpkin muffin Sukuna bought for him in the park.

They stumble to the bedroom, undressing each other hastily on the way while still stealing kisses, as if they are two magnets drawn together, needing to be close, needing to touch and kiss and feel the other pressed against them at all times.

Sukuna thinks it might have something to do with the thunderstorm and the strange crackling in the air. Maybe it speaks to their souls. Maybe it tugs on the red string connecting them, pulling them closer, demanding them to devour each other, wanting to fill that hole in their souls that was left when they got separated.

He cannot explain the urgency of their kisses and touches otherwise. But he knows he has a hunger for the boy that cannot be stilled if he doesn't claim him right now.

They reach their bedroom, dropping the last items of clothing on the floor, groaning into their urgent kiss as their naked bodies press against each other, skin on skin, firm muscles flexing against each other, hard cocks touching.

Sukuna laughs softly when Yuuji places two strong hands on Sukuna's chest and pushes him, making the King of Curses fall backward onto the bed, where he lands on his back, sprawled out in all his naked glory on the soft silk sheets, looking up at his lover with amusement and arousal in his light blue eyes.

He likes it when the brat gets so needy for him that he uses his strength on Sukuna. The display of power is arousing. Itadori Yuuji is a worthy lover, strong and powerful. Sukuna's lips lift in a smirk as he watches the boy crawl on top of him, desire glowing in his golden eyes, muscles flexed, pre-cum dripping down onto Sukuna's abs.

He is beautiful, so beautiful in the way he craves Sukuna. It makes something in Sukuna's chest throb. His fingers tangle in soft pink hair as he pulls Yuuji down into another deep kiss, licking hungrily into his mouth.

The thunderstorm rages outside the floor-length windows, with thunder crashing loudly and rain pouring heavily from the sky and hitting the windows opposite the large bed.

Yuuji positions himself on Sukuna's lap, and a bolt of bright yellow lightning flashes over the sky behind him as he sinks down on Sukuna's cock, making both of them gasp.

There's something in the atmosphere tonight. Something is different. Something changed, but Sukuna can't put his finger on it. It's like he can feel the electricity of the lightning bolts curse through his body, making him more aware and feeling more awake than ever before.

He's breathing heavily, his hands gripping Yuuji's hips tightly, looking up at his lover curiously. Yuuji is riding him with so much abandon. Despite his initial urgency to get into bed with Sukuna, he is taking his time now, bouncing slowly on Sukuna's cock, taking him so deep anytime he sits down fully on him as if he wants to savor every second of their union.

He moans Sukuna's name, loud and sweet. His strong hands are on Sukuna's chest, bracing himself on the firm muscles, his nails digging slightly into Sukuna's skin, his cock twitching anytime he sinks down on Sukuna's cock.

He is so utterly devoted to Sukuna. So utterly his.

Sukuna can't help it. A long, low moan finds its way out of his mouth, and his hips buck. He rolls them upwards slowly, fucking into Yuuji, his moans growing louder.

He doesn't find it in himself to hold back tonight. He can't remember why he should.

"Yuuji... Yuuji."

Sukuna has lived for over a thousand years, but this is the first time he finds himself moaning someone's name.

It falls from his lips like a prayer, like he is kneeling in his temple, asking the Gods for their favor. But he can't find anything wrong with this. It sounds so right to his ears. Isn't this how things were always meant to be between him and Yuuji? Isn't this what fate has written on the pages of both their life stories in blood-red ink? They were meant to find each other. They were meant to be bound together for all eternity.

Yuuji cries out softly, fingers digging into Sukuna's pecs, as he lifts himself up and down on Sukuna's hard length, so thorough, so sweet, so passionate.

The praise falls naturally from Sukuna's lips as he looks up at this lover.

"You're riding me so sweetly, baby. Such a sweet boy."

And Yuuji clenches around him, crying out softly,

"Ah! Ah! Kuna...I... I love you, baby! Oh god..."

It's so cute how he reacts to Sukuna's praise, dripping more pre-cum on his abs, tightening around him, mewling and sobbing Sukuna's name.

And Sukuna wonders why he didn't try to claim the boy sooner. Why did he never see the potential? Why did he never see how good they are together? All those wasted years. All that time tormenting the brat when he could have had him bouncing on his cock and moaning his name!

Sukuna's mind is hazy, clouded by pleasure, hypnotized by the loud thunder cracking outside the window and the rain drumming rhythmically against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A strange warmth is making its home in his chest. His hands tighten on Yuuji's hips as he is suddenly overcome by the need to claim.

Sukuna flips them over quickly, eliciting a surprised gasp from Yuuji, but it turns into another loud, needy moan when Sukuna pushes his cock into him again. Yuuji welcomes him instantly, wrapping his legs around Sukuna's hips, tangling his fingers in his hair, and moaning loudly as he throws his head back on the silk pillow.

Sukuna rolls his hips slowly, fucking into his boy deep and through, making sure to take it slow and sweet, just like Yuuji did when worshipping his cock a moment ago.

Yuuji is writhing beneath him, head thrown back, tousled pink hair spread over the black silk pillow. His eyes are closed, mouth opening in soft moans of Sukuna's name.

His legs are wrapped around Sukuna's hips tightly, hands wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's back. It's cute how lost in pleasure he is. Finally, one hand finds its way into Sukuna's hair and twists it in his fist. The other is digging into Sukuna's back almost painfully. Clinging to him, so desperate for him, so needy. It makes Sukuna's head spin, and the warmth in his chest increases to an almost burning sensation.

But he forces himself to keep the slow pace. He wants it to be a slow fuck. Wants it to be intense. Special. He wants to see his power over the boy, needs to wrap himself in it.

"Yuuji. Look at me."

He realizes it's a mistake as soon as Yuuji opens his eyes. Love, desire, and adoration look back at him, so powerful that it makes Sukuna's eyes widen. It feels like he is getting consumed by the fire burning in his chest, right where their souls were connected before the separation.

Yuuji's strong legs tighten around Sukuna's hips, and his fingers dig into the muscles on Sukuna's back as a row of needy whines escapes the boy's lips.

"Feels so good, baby!! Ah, Sukuna! You're making such sweet love to me tonight!"

Sukuna's hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside the boy as realization washes over him. It's true. They aren't fucking. They're making love. That's what this is, right? Is it part of the act? Yuuji craves this, so Sukuna gives it to him to make it look like what they have is real? But somehow, the explanation sounds wrong.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

The words have left Sukuna's mouth without him planning them. They are both an act and the truth. If that's even possible. Sukuna's brain is foggy. The thunderstorm, this burning sensation in his chest, the enticing look in Yuuji's eyes...

Another loud moan escapes Sukuna's lips, and a raw emotion takes hold of him. This one is familiar, at least. Possessiveness. Red, hot, and velvety.

"Mine," he growls as he snaps his hips again, pushing deep into Yuuji.

A desperate-sounding sob escapes the boy's lips. His hands slide down Sukuna's back to land on his ass, nails digging into the taut flesh as if he's trying to get Sukuna even deeper into him.

"Yes, yes! I'm yours, Sukuna. Only yours."

Those words would be enough to satisfy the hunger raging in Sukuna's blood. But Yuuji continues. His voice is raspy, thick with emotion when he says the next words,

"I'll be yours forever. And you'll always be mine, too."

Another lightning bolt lights up the sky behind them, its light flickering over Yuuji's pretty face. His eyes glow golden like two full moons as he looks deeply into Sukuna's eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he cries out, and his body tenses up under Sukuna. His hot cum hits Sukuna's abs and chest, painting his skin with Yuuji's claim on him.

Thunder rumbles loudly, and Sukuna feels himself falling. Falling into Yuuji, falling into his warmth and love that is so all-consuming and powerful, he feels himself getting dragged under. A broken moan escapes his lips as his hips press tightly against the boy, body shuddering in pleasure, his face buried in Yuuji's neck, teeth grazing his skin when he mutters,

"Yes, I'm yours, Yuuji. Oh fuck, baby!"

His orgasm floods all his senses, making him moan uncontrollably as his cock pulses inside Yuuji, giving the boy every single drop of his seed, fucking it deep into him.

It is only when his cock stops twitching, and his breathing calms that Sukuna feels a sudden worry tug at his mind. As if he is finally able to hear an alarm bell ringing over the loud crashes of thunder. An increasing dread slowly taking hold of him.

Something went horribly wrong.

The whole weight of his words crashes down on Sukuna.

I'm yours, Yuuji.

What did he do?

This isn't how this was planned! Of course, Yuuji is his. Of course, the boy belongs to Sukuna! That is as clear as day! But now Sukuna is Yuuji's too? This isn't how things are supposed to go!

Did he make a vow with the boy?

To his horror, Sukuna knows the answer to that. Yes, he did. He bound himself to Yuuji. But what's even more terrifying is that little voice in the back of his mind that whispers to him that this shouldn't come as such a surprise to him.

And Sukuna realizes with a terrible sinking feeling that it is true. He is Yuuji's. He probably has been Yuuji's for a while.

Somehow, at some point in the last few months, their dynamic must have shifted. It must have happened gradually, so Sukuna didn't realize it while it was happening. As if the tables were turned, and he was the prey that was unknowingly getting stalked by a predator who followed him around patiently until he finally could dig his claws into him.

It must have been the movie nights, the dinners, the meals and sweet treats Yuuji cooked and baked for him, the loud laughs, the golden eyes full of genuine affection and love, the morning runs, the visits to the shrine, the nights in each other's arms. All those small things must have added up until they became so powerful they managed to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Yuuji is Sukuna's. But Sukuna is Yuuji's too.

And just like that, Sukuna's world shatters.

His plan seemed so flawless. It was all just a little fun, a cruel entertainment for the King. But without realizing it, at some point, he apparently began to play himself.

Thunder crashes so loudly behind him that Sukuna thinks he can feel the whole room vibrate.

Sukuna lifts his head off Yuuij's shoulder to stare at him with wide blue eyes that must show the terror he feels. But Yuuji is oblivious to it. He is beaming up at Sukuna, golden eyes full of love, his smile as dazzling and warm as the sun.

He puts a hand on Sukuna's cheek, cupping his face tenderly and caressing it with so much care and love.

"That was amazing, baby. I love you… Can we please stay like that? I want to feel you inside me a bit longer."

All Sukuna can do is nod slightly as he still stares into those terrifyingly warm golden eyes while in his head, he is screaming at the brat,

What did you do to me?? What did you do??

Oh, the sweet moment when our King realizes he is fucked ;)

Thank you so much for reading!! I am sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I was working on my Halloween stories, so I had to put Separation Anxiety on a short break, but now I can focus on it again.

The cover version of "Crazy in Love" by Eden Project had a huge effect on me the first time I discovered it. I immediately saw this sex scene between Yuuji and Sukuna playing in my mind. So, this scene was one of the first ones I wrote for this AU. It was so important to me that I saved it in a separate file. So yeah, it is a big thing for me that I could finally publish this scene!! I hope you liked it and could see the scene in your head too.

Thank you so much for your patience. It means so much to me that people read this story and enjoy it!!

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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For the commentary can I get this passage from Blissfully Clueless? (Jin and Kenjaku fic) Thank you!!

"We wanted at least one child together, you know. Or do you? You possess her body. Do you have her memories? Memories of me and her discussing having a baby? Memories of when we found out we couldn't and the pain we went through?"

Kenjaku sees that curiosity in his eyes and wonders. He seemed so...

"Usually, humans aren't this calm and collected about their loved ones being possessed. It's a taboo practice."

"I know that. I just seen things that not a lot of other people have. Kaori had... abilities. But she didn't scare me. Loved her too much to even care."

"And I do?"

"Did. You did scare me, at first. But I got used to you. I accepted that you're not my Kaori. She didn't sew. You sew pretty good."

Kenjaku was a little taken back by that. It isn't often a compliment or two its thrown her way. Especially, not one on such an ordinary skill.

"You've noticed?"

He nods with a smile. It's a small one, but it's genuine.

"Yuuji's baby blanket. The one in his crib. It's yellow with a tiger on it. I don't recall ever picking one up like it. But I remember seeing yellow fabric in your hands once."

He takes his finger from Yuuji and holds out his hands for the baby. Kenjaku gently passes him over. The sky had gotten darker. Jin stands up, cradling Yuuji close to his chest in his arms. Kenjaku sees how his eyes shine when he looks at the baby. Even in the darkness, there's a light she sees.

"I hate you for imposing as my wife. I hate myself for allowing it. I was... I am a selfish, weak man. I just wanted to feel Kaori again. When I see her again, I hope she forgives me." Jin's words are venomous, yet he smiles as if Kenjaku is just as precious as the child to him. "I hate you, but I thank you for Yuuji. I thank you for allowing me to have time with him. To love him before you kill me."

[I talked a bit about this fic before in this post. Feel free to check it out!]

[Find Blissfully Clueless here!]

Ooh, this part probably was the hardest bit to write.

The overall idea of the fic just came spontaneously. Around that time, I was doing rereads of the manga and from the fandom I would often see Jin be unaware of Kenjaku pretending to be Kaori, a little naïve and/or them having a loving relationship and he is aware but doesn't care and I just decided why not write my own interpretation of what their relationship could be like?

None of it was actually planned, like a lot of my works, I just let the words. Come to me.

That part was hard because as I was making up words on the fly, I aimed to make Jin feel like... human. Like a man who is living in this fantasy to run away from his grief, but at the same time knows how wrong it is and feels he's betraying Kaori.

It's what made that particular part hard. I wanted to make this version of Jin different from what I normally had see but not seem out of place. Jin doesn't really have a concrete personality in canon just like Kaori, so it was like working with unprepared clay, a blank canvas.

With Kenjaku, it was the first time I wrote a fic where they were one of the main characters of it, so I wasn't used to writing them. Especially, when they're Kaori. I imagined how Kaori would be and geared Kenjaku's portrayal of her in an almost opposite direction.

The bit about the tiger baby blanket. For example! I have a headcanon that Kenjaku can sew given the whole stitches thing and in a motherly, twisted way I could see them making a blanket for Yuji. The color isn't random either. I went with yellow to reflect that's the color of Yuji's first hoodie we see him in.

This is actually just hitting me that it's perfect for this fic because yellow is often associated with optimism, with happiness. Jin wants to be happy with his family. He's happy that he at least got a son to love.

Yellow also means cowardice. Can even mean betrayal. Jin expresses he felt scared of Kenjaku and feels he's betraying Kaori.

Past me is a genius! 😆

The tiger part is also intentional. Yuji has the nickname "Tiger of West Middle" so I knew I had to throw it in there.

Speaking of Yuji, other thought also came to me, but this bit reminds me of Yuji's speech to Mahito. Just like Yuji in that scene, Jin admits to turning a blind eye, not wanting to face the reality. He expresses hatred towards Kenjaku and accepts his fate just as Yuji does to Mahito (who oddly enough has stitches).

Hard as it may have been, I enjoyed writing this fic since it made me feel better, as I wasn't having a good day that time, and it was another fic I felt like I did my best on.

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Kidnapping Wednesday #3

This fic is now 7 chapters and 39k in, and I think it’s barely halfway done. This week's excerpt is from Chapter 6, and we're fully entering the fuckery stage of the plot, so let me just drop this post here.

Me: I love Yuuji!

Also me: puts him through the horrors, puts him through the horrors, puts him through the horrors, puts him through the--

@thelionshoarde calls it a mark of favor though.

CWs: Non-consensual kissing, Excruciatingly detailed descriptions of said noncon kissing, Bondage, Adult/minor, Predatory/inappropriate behavior

Gojou being his own warning tag basically

“What the—” He leans back, back flattening against the chair. “Gojou-san, you’re too close!”

Gojou’s eyes, less than an inch away from Yuuji’s own, sparkle with inhuman brilliance.

“Yuuji,” he murmurs. “That’s nine of twenty. Almost half of his power, and Sukuna didn’t manifest once. You barely even struggled. Do you understand what you are, what you’ve done?”

“I—” It’s hard to think with someone’s face so close; he can feel Gojou’s breaths, and even aside from that, there’s a strange, soft heat buffeting his face, and it’s like that rooftop all over again, this man barreling into the scene to harass Fushiguro and invade Yuuji’s space. “Gojou-san—”

Warm, is his first thought.

Then the pressure shudders and softens and turns wet.

I’m being kissed, Yuuji realizes, airy and distant before the weight of it sinks in: Gojou-san is kissing me.

The hand on Yuuji’s throat creeps up to cup his jaw, tilting his face up; it strains his shoulders and parts his lips, and then the wetness is a lot wetter and thicker, and Yuuji’s left to grapple with the lapping, lashing heat of another person’s tongue in his mouth.

It’s weird.

All of this is—

He opens his eyes—when did he close them?—and spears himself on fiery blue, Gojou’s eyes open and bright and steady even as he tries to shove his tongue halfway down Yuuji’s throat.

Yuuji slams abruptly back to his senses, tearing his face away.

There’s a taste in his mouth, nothing he can name. It’s coating his tongue, turning it thick and heavy. His whole body feels hot, and it’s not the ripe, rotten heat the fingers infect him with, but it’s just as sharp, just as biting, and Yuuji doesn’t know if it’s any better.

Gojou’s still too close. His breaths are falling hot on Yuuji’s ear. The hand on his jaw is still there, too light to be restraint and too solid to not be a brand.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yuuji asks; it comes out too low, too breathless.

“I thought you deserved a reward,” Gojou says easily, evenly. His thumb presses into the dip under Yuuji’s lips. “You keep impressing me.”

Why, Yuuji wants to ask, does that sound like a curse?

He says, “Didn’t ask, don’t want. That was my first kiss, asshole.”

“You’ve never—huh. What a waste.”

Yuuji turns to face him, fast enough to make his neck twinge. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means you’re a lovely boy,” Gojou murmurs into his ear, lips so close that Yuuji can feel them move against his skin; then he draws back, just enough that Yuuji’s looking at him instead of feeling his heat. “And I should probably treat you better.”

“You—” Yuuji cuts off with a gasp, stunned silent by the sudden weight on his lap.

Gojou settles in with a little shuffling motion, well over six feet of man and muscle folded over Yuuji. And it’s his full weight, Yuuji realizes. Gojou’s thrown his legs around the chair, his ankles crossed right under Yuuji’s bound hands.

It’s ridiculous, all of it.

Unreal.

“Gojou-san?” Yuuji hears himself ask.

Naked blue eyes peer down at him, heavy-lidded in a way that makes Yuuji’s insides twist into knots. They tilt closer, fluttering gently into narrow slits, and then there are delicate strands of hair brushing his forehead and a nose nudging his and hot breath on his lips.

“Yuuji,” Gojou breathes against his mouth, a second before warm pressure sears him to the bone.

Don’t, Yuuji tries to say, but it comes out quiet, wordless, and Gojou drinks it down with lightly parted lips. They’re soft. Yuuji thinks of all the times he’s wondered about Gojou’s lips, too pink and glossy to be natural. He almost asked, once or twice, but didn’t, distracted by things better and worse. This isn’t how he wanted to find out.

But—

It stays warm, stays soft, stays light. Gojou’s every breath is almost a sigh, gently brushing Yuuji’s skin. His mouth never leaves Yuuji’s, but it’s moving too—soft, fluctuating pressure. Yuuji’s seen kisses like that in movies. Sweet things between happy, grinning people. He’s not happy, and even Gojou’s not smiling, what Yuuji can see of his face schooled into intent lines, but there’s a deliberate, debilitating tenderness to every whisper-soft kiss. It makes Yuuji hurt somewhere in the center of his chest.

Gojou’s hands come to rest on either side of Yuuji’s face, large enough to swallow him whole.

He draws back with a final brush of his mouth over Yuuji’s, soft and dry, and Yuuji’s left blinking up at him, barely breathing, even as Gojou’s thumb strays to his lower lip, tracing the path his mouth made a second ago.

“Was that better?” Gojou asks softly. He smiles, and it’s only a little cruel. “You seem the type to be a romantic at heart.”

“I—” Opening his mouth is mistake; Gojou’s thumb dips in, brushing his tongue, and it’s quick to withdraw, settling harmlessly along the curve of Yuuji’s jaw, but damage done. Yuuji’s mouth runs dry, his mind grows empty. “I’m not—”

“No?” There’s a smile in that question, and Yuuji has to blink twice before the sight of Gojou’s face resolves into meaningful colors and shapes. “Do you want it dirty then, Yuuji?”

Yuuji’s spine turns liquid with heat.

Only for a moment—a single, damning moment.

His protest dies on something wet and hot, but it’s not the gross invasion of before. The tip of Gojou’s tongue runs along the seam of Yuuji’s lips, dipping in when he opens them to say words that die whimpering in his throat, but Gojou doesn’t do more than flick it at Yuuji’s teeth before pulling back, licking his own smiling lips.  

“Kiss me back, won’t you,” he says, more demand than question. “You won’t learn anything if you sit there like a doll.”

“Don’t—” Yuuji swallows around a painfully dry throat but forces the words out, even if they’re not the right ones. “Don’t act like you’re doing this to teach me shit.”

“No, no,” Gojou denies, infuriatingly light. “Nothing so noble. I’m doing this because I want you. But I could teach you to want me back, Yuuji. Wouldn���t that be nice?”

“No,” Yuuji says, but Gojou kisses him anyway, both hands holding Yuuji’s face flush to his mouth, and Yuuji presses back against the chair and tugs at the ropes until his flesh splits open, but Gojou just takes his hurt gasp as an invitation, tongue sliding into Yuuji’s mouth. It’s still gentler, more tentative than before, curling over Yuuji’s teeth and flicking at his tongue, and it’s—

It feels—

Yuuji knows this creeping, pulsing heat. The same molten teeth that bite into his gut when he’s watching porn. The same shuddering sweetness that runs through him when he catches sight of someone who makes him hurt from chest to crotch.

Has he ever—

For Gojou, has he ever—

“That’s it,” Gojou breathes into his mouth. “Just like that. Good boy.”

[aimfor-theheart]

hi cielo! huge congrats on your call back <3 and ty for doing this game!! can i request 22 with either gojo, geto or megumi 🙈 i saw you’ve already written for gojo and megs but i love them so i had to ask 😭

thank you anon!! 💕 and thank you for requesting!!

and i am happy to write for my love megumi again 💕 i think he fits this one best!

22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud. The back of your head is cradled protectively in Megumi's large palm.

You're not expecting the rough collision of his mouth to yours, teeth coming up against each other in a familiar click. He kisses like he's trying to devour—he always has.

You make a noise of surprise that melts against his mouth.

He tangles your hands together, pressing them flat against the wall behind you so that you're pinned. Like a butterfly. Like your heart caught on him, stuck. It opens you to him, chest to chest, hips to hips.

Your stomach swoops sharply like a bird diving in the air.

You're not quite sure what's gotten into him except the rush of adrenaline still roaring in your veins. You can almost taste the residuals off him, the thrumming of his cursed technique, only just deactivated moments before.

You'd made the final blow, though. You're a little bruised and Megumi is pushing up against you, against where you're tender, with a ferocity you aren't quite prepared for.

Still, your hands come up, against his chest, his neck.

You can taste blood in your mouth from his split lip.

He groans when you lick at the wound, tender, gentler than him.

"What's gotten into you?" You manage to gasp, looking up at him. His lips are parted, rosy with his wound, eyes a vicious blue.

"I don't know," he gets out and he seems almost feverish, "I just—want you." His voice is rough. The admission is a raw one.

Your hitched breath is swallowed by him again. His hand disappears beneath the hem of your shirt to feel at your waist, fingers slipping up against the sensitive skin of your sides. You let yourself get lost in it, head tilting back like an offering to him that he takes greedily.

"Fushiguro—I took care of my curse, did you guys get yo—oh!"

Megumi tears away from you, but he doesn't put space between you. In fact, you think he even tries shielding you from Yuuji's view somehow. He shrouds you, broad shoulders caging you in.

"We took care of it." He grinds out and in the cavernous space, his voice carries.

"I can see that," Yuuji replies, "didn't mean to interrupt—" Yuuji starts with a laugh.

You look up at Megumi, whose still looking down at you.

A fissure of heat tears through you.

"It's fine," you pipe up, finding your voice and pushing gently at Megumi's chest to get him to ease away from you, "you weren't—we were just going to find you."

"Doesn't seem that way." Yuuji hums and finally, you can catch the boyish smile on his face as Megumi reluctantly parts from you.

"Watch it,"

Though Megumi is being churlish, there's a faint dusting of pink spreading out over his cheeks. The tips of his ears. You know it's racing down the back of his neck, too.

You suddenly want to finish up this mission and head home, too.

You share a look with Yuuji, before nudging Megumi a little, "we were going to find you. Come on, let's finish this up."

You wander away from Megumi, past Yuuji, too.

But you can feel Megumi's eyes on your back, heavy, and as harsh as the kiss he'd given you. You can feel it like a weight the rest of the night, settling over you.

You feel it until your home and he can finally get his hands back on you—this time, there's no one to interrupt.

***

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[scryarchives]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

"i miss her, even if she's everywhere. mother, come home."

masterlist | previous , next !

–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc

– warning: mentions of death, mentions of abuse, hurt-comfort (?), canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc

– author’s note: i really disappeared for a long time, im so so sorry. and i promise this is becoming more yuuji-centric eventually–

disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!

“Okaa-san.”

Her eyes crinkled at the title. She stood there patiently, and I steeled myself to move closer towards her. The cold air didn’t bother me, the warmth from my mother was all that kept me grounded.

Her arms wrapped around me, but I couldn’t feel anything other than the slightest air brush against my skin. I felt her love and that was enough. When she pulled away, I saw recognition fall upon her kind eyes.

“I see you’ve settled in nicely in Jujutsu Tech,” She hummed, eyeing the dirty dishes in my sink.

“Ah, Nobara came over with some of her… friends.”

“I noticed,” She turns to me, a look of pity in her eyes. “Tsubame, is Nobara still your only friend?”

“No… Fumi and I are still in touch,” I mumbled.

“My girl, you need to open up, I know my passing had affected you but–”

“Okaa-san, I know what I’m doing,” I couldn’t help but cut my mother off.

I didn’t like how she knew exactly why I had such high walls around my heart. I didn’t like how she knew what I was feeling, but she knew that I was stubborn, and she knew me like the back of her cold, dead hands.

“I don’t need new friends, I don’t need to let my guard down because I can be stronger, I can protect those I’m close to!”

My mother watched me in silence, everything that needed to be said in her black eyes, a flicker of lilac glowing, as though she had hope for me, and I wished that it would die out just so that I didn’t the reality of disappointing her falling over me like cold water.

“Okaa-san, I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to become stronger and defend those I love.”

My fist clenched in my hands, and it was as if I looked at her, the tears would all come pouring out – as if just the sight of my dead mother would break down everything I built up.

Everything felt amplified when she placed her hand on my chin, lifting it so I could look into her dark eyes. In that moment, everything felt real. Like she was real. Her touch felt so warm, and in the back of my mind I knew my body was tricking me into thinking she was truly here, but I couldn’t help but sink into the feeling again. 

“I know that life isn’t easy for you now, my dear,” She whispered, cupping my cheek, and I leaned into her touch, letting myself believe her lie. “But sometimes, you have to lower the walls you’ve built to let yourself heal. If you just sit around with a broken heart, no one can be there for you, no one can truly help you fix it.”

She wipes her hand over my tears, and it feels as though all will be right in the world.

“My dear Tsubame,” She mutters. “You’re too hard on yourself. It is time to put Tadashi to rest.”

Her hand sweeps my hair out of my eyes, “Your hair is getting long too, my dear.”

“Right,” I laugh a little a sniffle escaping me. “Yeah… I’m planning to cut my fringe soon. Or cut it all short…”

My mother sighs and I know what she’s about to say. There’s no point in avoiding the topic, after all, my father would always be a part of my life, whether I liked it or not.

“Tsubame, your father…”

“I know, I should forgive him,” I mutter, but that doesn’t stop the bitterness lacing my voice.

“No, that’s not what I wanted to say,” She strokes my cheek gently, her gentle eyes holding so much love. “What your father did to you was wrong. He should never have raised his hand to you…”

She brushes my fringe to the side, revealing the little bandage across my left eyebrow.

“He’s lost his way. And I understand why you left, my dear. But please, know that even though you’ve left that life, the path ahead of you is much more difficult. Being a jujutsu sorcerer has its risks, and some you will regret for the rest of your life. Are you sure you are willing to take those risks?”

My eyes meet hers and I feel myself nod in determination, “I am. I’m ready to do anything to overcome those risks. I’d do anything to make sure that what happened to you will never happen again.”

My mother’s eyes held a drop of sadness, the lilac specks in her eyes glowing. She gently kisses my forehead, and I let her hold me, missing her embrace that would protect me from my darkest moments.

“Then be strong, my girl,” She smiles, pulling away. “Maybe try to open up, okay? Just give it a shot. For me?”

I wince slightly before letting out a small sigh.

“...I can try…”

“Good,” She smiles, pulling me into a final hug. “Why not start with that Itadori boy? He seems very sweet–”

“Thanks, Okaa-san!” I can feel my cheeks heat up violently. “B-But I don’t need advice for who to make friends with–”

I heard my mother chuckle, pulling away from me as she began to laugh harder at my now-red cheeks.

“My dear, I see it all. I was there when you met. You like him, don’t you?”

I frown, and I struggle to get the blush down from my cheeks, “I know nothing of liking anyone. Or romance in general.”

“If you insist, my dear. But I mentioned nothing of romance. I simply meant that you liked him as a friend.”

I freeze, feeling my mother’s teasing smile, but the moment I look up, she was no longer standing before me. The lights no longer dimmed, but now the warm yellow of the lightbulbs. The air was no longer cold or still, but my cheeks still felt warm.

“...I don’t like him. At all,” I huff, narrowing my eyes where she used to stand.

It was all silent as the wind whistled, entering through the now-opened window – the sliding door that I hadn’t opened. The wind suddenly sounded like her laugh as she made me aware of my reactions, a maternal reaction of amusement in the wind.

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[wolvwa]

"SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU"

Yuuji x gn!reader

Angst, Shibuya arc spoilers, reader takes Nobara's place, draafttt

Notes; This song won't leave me alone (｡ ˊᯅˋ )

You should have stayed home. Or maybe you shouldn't have became a sorcerer to begin with. You should be in school talking with friends.

Not staring at him with that smile you always give.

Not accepting death.

"Itadori." You spoke gently.

Tears, water, and sweat all felt the same. He couldn't get his legs to move or choke the words out of his throat.

"Dont breathe so hard...calm down or your bleeding will get worse."

Why? Why we're you wasting your last words on a murderer? On him?

He uttered your name quietly, but it didn't seem to reach anywhere.

It was a slap that made you stumble—like a harsh game of tag. Mahito's hand coming in contact with your back was the perfect game over. You were still smiling as you lowered your head. You were still smiling as the impact finally came—when your own blood splattered everywhere. When you went limp and collapsed.

Your eyes were vacant now and he'd never see your smile again.

Yuuji weakly called out to you again, but it was futile. Mahito's wicked laughter was the only thing that came out. Even if he wanted to scream, cry, or grovel, he couldn't—you never liked loud noises. How could all that life be drained from you? So fast?

You, Nobara, Megumi, and him were just together days ago.

Just days ago, you were laughing as Nobara was trying to convince the three of you to wear some dresses. Smiling as you carried her many bags. Hugging them tightly before you went off to bed.

"Today was fun. Super cheesy, I know, but I did really need and enjoy this," you said with a small chuckle as you released Nobara from your embrace. "You sleep so early like an old dude! I don't get how ya do it," Nobara complained, crossing her arms. You laughed like you always do. "Never know when it's gonna be the last time I do something, so I like to make it worth it. Why do you think I over dress?"

"Oh, don't talk like that." Megumi muttered, and Yuuji nodded. "I mean.. I can get that. But saying it outloud is super depressing..." Yuuji said as he scratched the back of his head. "Super." Nobara agreed, nodding her head.

"Whaaatt?" You whined. "As long as everyone is fine, I don't really care what happens to me coz' I know I already did what I wanted."

Yuuji didn't want to accept you were gone now. But he did wonder;

Did you get what you aimed? Were you happy you enjoyed what you wanted?

He couldn't help but have you on his mind when he pushed forward. Nanami and everyone else.

He confided in you about Junpei once.

"Itadori, you did all you can. The only way to go is forward now."

Mahito could cry and scream, but the only direction Yuuji was going to go was forward.

Maybe if he went far enough, he'd find you again.

[garoujo]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 — 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + itadori yuuji

warnings : none just some clingy boys !!!

note : thinking about them very much sob :,) pls make sure to hug them tightly.

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

you feel the bed dip slightly under his weight as he climbs in to lean over you, peppering your face with a few kisses until you’re playfully slapping him away with a giggle. satoru’s lips stretching into a lazier, knowing sort of smirk as he flops down on his side, opening his arms for you to crawl against his chest, like always. “cmeer, gotta keep me warm.” the white haired sorcerer drawls, his grin dropping when you pull the pillow out from under your head instead, putting it between you both silently “huh? hey, what did i do? you can’t take my cuddles away from me!” you hear satoru whine behind you before dramatically flopping down on the bed, and you stifle a giggle as you turn away from him, earning a few pouty grumbles from him in response “fine, don’t come cryin’ to me when you’re cold.” he sighs, followed by a few minutes of silence before you feel the warmth of his palm against your waist, turning to see him sprawled ontop of the pillow with a pout and a sleepy, crystalline gaze. his cheek smooshed against the fabric as his fingers trace the skin on your waist gently, his tone smooth and convincing when he speaks again “cmonnn, don’t be so mean—if you love me so much, let me hold you, angel.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

lazily blinks at you as you climb into bed beside him, smoothing a hand through his hair before he immediately grabs your waist, pulling you back against him. “look so pretty.” you hear him mumble before placing a kiss onto the back of your shoulder. suguru leans back when you shake out of his grip, ghost of a pout on his lips and a little confused when you shove a pillow between you both instead, a silence settling over the room when you turn away from him, only earning a tired huh? from his side in response. a few seconds pass and you assume he’s asleep when you don’t hear anything more, until you feel the pillow between you both being gently yanked from behind you, followed by the familiar warmth of suguru’s chest pressing against your back, his lips resting against your shoulder. “hey, you okay? you wanna talk about something?” he breathes, placing a soft kiss against your skin while his arms circle your waist with a sigh when you can’t help but melt into him, nuzzling into his chest until you hear him mumble above you “now i can finally get comfy.”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

shoots you a more tired smile as he unbuttons his shirt, placing his glasses on the bedside table before climbing into bed beside you and leaning over to place a soft kiss against your forehead. his fingers immediately find their place around your waist as he goes to pull you close to him. but nanami’s eyebrows pull into a subtle frown when you nudge his hands off, turning to slot a pillow in the space between you both before turning around again with a huff. “sweetheart? everything okay?” he questions, his tone soft but cautious incase he’s made you mad, until you eventually hear him sigh and mumble something under his breath before he moves behind you, and you turn to see him leaning over your figure as he tucks the blanket in around your body. “just making sure you’re warm at least.” nanami grumbles, the corners of his lips still slightly upturned even though it was always his job to keep you warm against him. but you turn and throw the pillow away with a giggle, and you soften when he grumbles under his breath because he’s still quick to gather you into his arms with a tired groan. “feel better? you know you should never go to bed mad, love.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

sat up in bed waiting for you as you eventually climb in beside him, and you watch him shoot you a softer smile before he places the blanket over top of you, followed by a gentle kiss against your cheek then one against your lips. “goodnight.” he breathes, his thumb grazing along your cheek gently as he leans back, expecting you to curl into his side. but when you move again, megumi’s lips part—a little suprised and his brows furrow when you slot a pillow in the space instead. “what’re you doing?” he groans, watching you turn away from him before he shuffles slightly, clearing his throat and trying again. “are you upset? with me, i mean?” he asks, his voice softer this time, which causes you to turn around as he gazes at you, eyes a little cloudy with sleep but you can’t help but notice he looks a little grumpy. megumi’s hand reaches across the pillow to graze your own “did i forget to do something?” he pouts trying to remember, a little embarrassed when you giggle at how cute he is “yeah w-well, i just thought you were mad, stop laughing!” he huffs, a cute dusting of pink on his cheeks.

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

yuuji basically jumps into the bed beside you, his huge arms immediately wrapping around you as he gives you a few goodnight kisses with a sleepy grin, his pink hair fluffy and slightly messy against his forehead after his shower. his eyebrows raise when you push him away gently, slotting a pillow inbetween the space he once occupied, and the pout on his lips grows even deeper when you turn away from him. “baby? are you okay? are you too warm? i swear i’ll try and be colder tonight, can we cuddle please~” yuuji whines, his words spoken and slightly muffled through a pout, but you smile when you hear him shuffle behind you when you don’t reply. feeling his arms loop around your waist as he inches closer, smooshing the pillow against your back with his chest, still so determined to hold you in his arms even if you can’t be against him, as he whispers again “is this okay?” your heart melting before you remove the pillow, only for yuuji to pass out immediately after being able to pull you against his chest.

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