#user yuujies

[hinamie]

wonder if they know what he's on about

[yuwuta]

childhood friends to lovers with yuuji is like he’s five and he catches frogs in the lake near his house on weekends fishing w his grandpa and brings them to you like a courting gift (and gets sad when his grandpa tells him he’s got to let them go again, but yuuji promises to catch even more for you next weekend). he’s six and learns he likes to cook and starts making snacks for you and always sits next to you at lunch to give them to you. he’s seven and very definitive that you’re his best friend in the whole world and he doesn’t leave your side during class or lunch or recess or ever. he’s eight and you’re much better at reading than him, but he’s not jealous or upset because that means sometimes you read the harder books to/with him and he learns he loves hearing your voice when you read out loud. he’s nine when he learns he’s got an older brother and even tho he takes to choso quickly, he doesn’t really trust him until you meet choso and declare that you think he’s cool. he’s ten and that summer you go away to sleep away camp for the first time and yuuji cries the first night you’re gone, but choso helps him write and mail letters to you while you’re away, and every weekend yuuji is up 8am to greet the mailman and receive his letter back from you.

he’s eleven when you both start middle school and it’s the first time you both aren’t in the same homeroom, but that doesn’t stop yuuji—he’s sitting by your desk before you even get to school, he’s outside of your classroom before lunch, walks to your classroom after lunch, the first face you see. he’s twelve the first time he realizes that you’re pretty—you’ve always been pretty, but this is different; you’re pretty like sunlight, pretty like his favorite meal, pretty like feeling of coming home. you’re thirteen the first time you get a love letter on valentine’s day, but it’s not from yuuji—it’s another boy in your homeroom that yuuji doesn’t like very much and he never knew why until that day.

once he learns he likes to cook, he starts making snacks for you and gives them to you at lunch and it escalates into packing you bentos almost every day when you two start high school. he’s sixteen when prom rolls around and he’s rocking on his heels asking you to go with him—“as friends, you know haha. if you want, since you’re not going with anybody else and—well megumi and nobara are doing the same thing so i thought? maybe it would work for us, too?”—and when you say yes he tries to play it cool but he jumps and clicks his heels on his way to run and tell megumi about it (and then choso takes approximately 400 pictures of you and yuuji before you two head off to the dance).

it’s not until he’s twenty and a junior in college, and you’ve caught your first sort of serious boyfriend cheating that yuuji finally says something. he always says he wishes it was more romantic, but even now at twenty-six as you watch yuuji laugh with everyone at your rehearsal dinner, and look the collage of pictures choso has proudly displayed, you can’t help but think that it was the perfect confession—that everything about yuuji has always been perfect and that you’re beyond lucky to have him. and when yuuji catches your eye across the table, he smiles all dopey again like he’s five and just caught that frog for you for the first time and you’ve become the center of his world all over again.

[k-nayee]

Cursed in the Spider-Verse JJK x Spider-Verse ii

wc: 3.7k a/n: lol, once again a part-two series became part three.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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The doors to the Jujutsu High teachers’ lounge slammed open so hard they bounced back with a loud bang.

Nanami's brow rose in irritation from his seat at the table with the daily newspaper in hand while Yaga paused in his knitting, his fingers halting over the newest cursed doll he had been conjuring up.

Even Gojo, who was laying sideways on the couch with a cup of bubble tea, tilted his head curiously at the sudden intrusion.

Itadori stumbled in first, his breaths ragged, his face pale as his wide eyes darted around the room. Megumi followed close behind, his shoulders stiff with tension.

The previous warmth that filled the lounge stilled instantly.

"Heyyy!" Gojo's sing-song voice was the first to break the silence. "Look at you two! Did ____ beat you up in training or something?” His usual playful tone carried a smirk as he added, “Don’t tell me my favorite kouhai is out there gloating while you come running to cry like sore losers.”

At the mention of your name Itadori froze mid-wheeze, his eyes going wide. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

Gojo’s smirk faded instantly, the playful edge in his tone faltering. "What happened?"

Nanami set down his papers with deliberate care as his narrowed gaze looked between the boys. Yaga had leaned back in his chair at this point, his usual firm expression growing darker as he took in the sight of them.

Itadori ran a shaky hand through his hair. "She...she's—"

“Move, move, move! Let me through!”

Nobara stormed in, dragging a thoroughly exasperated Maki behind her. The spectacled teen's hair was slightly mussed, her usually neat uniform wrinkled as she scowled.

“The fact I let you to drag me along this shit...” Maki muttered darkly, her voice laced with irritation.

“Yeah yeah whatever. You'd do anything for ____,” Nobara replied dismissively, her arms loaded with shopping bags.

Seconds later Panda and Inumaki followed them also carrying an array of bags. Panda, grinning like a child, sported a fuzzy white sweater that seemed just a size too small.

Meanwhile Inumaki had a pair of sleek sunglasses perched on his nose making him look unbothered and far too cool for the chaos he’d walked into.

“Yo! We’re back!” Panda announced proudly, holding up his bags. “Check it out—look at this sweater! So stylish right?”

“Salmon,” Inumaki added with a nod of approval, adjusting his sunglasses.

Nobara ignored them, her sharp eyes scanning the room until she landed on Megumi and Itadori. Her brow furrowed immediately.

“Speaking of ____, where's my favorite partner-in-crime?” she asked as she dropped the bags unceremoniously to the floor. “I found the cutest top and sweaters for her—she's gonna love it!”

Itadori flinched again, his face twisting into an expression of pure guilt. The silence that followed her question was deafening.

Nobara’s playful tone vanished in an instant. “Where is she?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

Megumi took a deep breath in attempt to keep his voice low and controlled. “The mission we were sent on...The Grade 2—”

“Grade 2?!” Itadori interrupted, his voice rising as his frustration boiled over. “It was not a Grade 2! That thing was way above our level—”

Thunk!

Nobara slammed her fist down on Itadori’s head making him stumble forward. “Shut up and let him finish idiot!”

Itadori groaned rubbing the back of his head. “Fine fine…”

The argument sparked a chain reaction.

“What kind of curse was it?” Maki asked sharply.

“Why didn't you call for backup?” Panda chimed in a scolding way.

“Salmon roe,” Inumaki added pointedly.

“Shut the hell up. All of you!”

The voice was gruff and mocking, its origin unmistakable as everyone turned their attention to Itadori’s cheek.

Sukuna’s mouth curled into a wicked grin, his crimson eye gleaming with malice.

“Finally,” he sneered, “I thought I was going to have to listen to you brats cry all night. The little broad? Yeah, she got sucked into a portal by a curse way out of your league.” He chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with derision. “Not that it matters. She’s probably dead by now.”

The room froze.

For a second no one moved. The weight of Sukuna’s words hanging in the air like a guillotine un—

“WHAT?!” The uncharacteristic outburst came from Inumaki, his usual restraint shattered in an instant.

"Dead?!" Nobara wailed, her arms flailing dramatically as she dropped her shopping bag. "Are you serious?! She’s not—she can’t be—”

“Shut up!” Maki’s voice cut through the chaos as she slammed a hand down on the table, her sharp glare pinning Sukuna in place. “What the hell do you mean ‘out of our league’?”

“Exactly what I said four-eyes,” Sukuna sneered, his gaze flicking lazily to her before settling back on the panicked group.

“Enough.”

The single word came from Yaga whose firm tone silenced the room instantly. His expression remained unreadable, but those who truly knew him noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw.

Megumi took a deep breath. “The curse...”

All eyes returned to ravenette. He looked down for a moment to collect his thoughts before raising his gaze once again.

“It wasn’t like anything we’ve fought before—much stronger than we anticipated," he began. "It could manipulate dimensions. The curse called itself Masato."

Nanami, who had remained silent up to this point, straightened slightly. "Masato? That name sounds familiar..."

"It wasn't normal," Megumi continued, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "It opened a portal right under her. We tried to stop it, but…” His voice trailed off as his composure wavered.

“She was gone,” Itadori finished weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo’s posture was unusually still. Even with his eyes covered, his displeasure was clear to see.

"Sukuna."

The atmosphere was cold, tense as Gojo turned his head toward Itadori—or more specifically toward the grinning mouth on his cheek. “You seem to know more than you’re letting on. Care to share with the class?”

Sukuna's mouth curled into a mockingly thoughtful smirk. "Maybe I do....maybe I don't."

The tension in the room grew so thick it was almost suffocating.

“Oh come one…” Gojo’s voice was light, though the edge in his tone was unmistakable. "This is the child of the Principle of Tokyo's Jujutsu High we're talking about! You’re really gonna tear this poor man’s family apart like that?”

Gojo tilted his head slightly toward Yaga who remained stone-faced. But the slight clenching of his hands as they rested on the desk betrayed the concern he wasn’t voicing

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Child huh? Could’ve sworn she was adopted.”

The air shifted.

Gojo took a step closer,his tone dropping to a dangerous calm. "Sukuna," he repeated the King of Curses name.

Sukuna chuckled tauntingly. "Or what? You’ll fight me? That's cute."

Gojo’s expression didn’t change, but a faint hum of cursed energy crackled in the air around him.

“If you know anything about how to get her back you’ll tell us,” he said, his voice colder now. There was no room for argument in his voice—it was an order.

The room felt frozen, it felt almost too tense to even breathe as the two powerhouses sized each other up.

For a moment Sukuna simply stared at Gojo, the grin never faltering. Then he let out a sinister laugh. "Fine fine. I'll tell you something...for a price."

"A price?" Gojo's gaze darkened, and a faint hum of cursed energy crackled in the air around him.

Sukuna's grin widened. "Nothing in this world is free Satoru. You want her back? It’s gonna cost you. And trust me…” His voice dropped, almost a purr. “The price won’t be cheap.”

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The cool night air nipped at your skin as you climbed in through Miles’ window, his hand firmly on the small of your back to help steady you.

He moved quickly, already crouching inside his dimly lit room as he pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shh!” he whispered barely above a breath. “Just a heads-up, my parents are not only super light sleepers, but also not cool with the whole sneaking-a-girl-through-my-window thing. So y’know, the whole interdimensional-traveler-from-an-anime-universe thing would probably make their heads explode.”

You shot him an unimpressed look, brushing the dust off your uniform as you landed softly on his carpet. “Noted,” you whispered back dryly as your eyes began to scan the room.

A small lone lamp in the corner casted a soft yellow glow over the space, illuminating the walls lines with posters of graffiti art, vibrant sketches, and a few music icons you vaguely recognized.

A cluttered desk sat in another corner, covered in half-filled sketchbooks, cans of spray paint, and what looked like a half-finished design he’d been working on.

The bed, unmade and covered in a navy-blue blanket, sat beneath a few shelves stacked with books, comics, and what looked like action figures.

Messy yes, but in a way that felt...lived in.

Miles scratched the back of his neck once he caught your staring, his lips twitching into a bashful smile.

“Uh yeah. Welcome to Casa Morales,” he gestures dramatically as he moved further into the room. “Not exactly Jujutsu High, but it’s home.”

You ignore his attempt at humor. Your body was still tense from the events of earlier, your mind racing to figure out where you were, what was going on, and—most importantly—who this boy was.

He offered you a small smile and gestured toward his bed. “You can sit here if you want.”

You didn’t move, choosing to stay near the window. “I’m fine standing. Just start talking.”

Miles blinked. “Right. Yeah. Okay, but first…” He reached up, tugging at the edge of his suit mask. And as the mask slipped off, you found yourself momentarily caught off guard once again.

The dim light in the room hit him differently.

His skin glowed warmly under the soft glow of the lamp and his honey-colored eyes sparkled with a kind of youthful energy that was hard to ignore. His hair was cut in a clean fade, the tight dark curls on top so fluffy and healthy it almost felt unfair.

He looked…boyish. Young. He couldn’t have been much older than you—sixteen at most.

And yet there was something about him that made you pause.

You realized you were staring, snapping yourself out of it, straightening and forcing your expression back into its usual guarded state.

“Stop stalling,” you fold your arms. “You still haven’t explained how you know everything about me.”

His smile turned sheepish.

“Fair point. Anyway, uh—come here!” He practically bounced toward the bookshelf above his bed.

You move over to his desk to lean against. “Alright Morales,” you said, quirking an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it.”

Miles didn’t answer right away. Instead he squinted his eyes, scanning the shelves with a focused expression before letting out a triumphant, “Aha!”

Pulling out a comic book, he holds it up like it was a trophy.

“This,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “This is how.”

You tilt your head as you step closer to get a better look. Edges slightly worn from use, the glossy cover of the comic stared back at you causing your breath to hitch.

It was you.

The artwork was stunning as it captured you mid-action. Your figure stood in the center of the page, fiercely staring down the viewer with a vague smirk tugging at your lips.

Your hands were outstretched with cursed energy crackling around you as the world behind you was frozen solid—time itself locked under your control.

The title in bold letters read: Jujutsu Kaisen Gaiden: The Path of ____

“…What the hell is this?” you muttered, reaching out to take the book from him.

“That’s you,” Miles said proudly, grinning ear to ear. “The Jujutsu Kaisen manga is huge here. Like...huge. This issue is a special one—a sort of in-between-arcs, and it’s one of my favorites. I mean look at you! You look so badass.”

You hesitated before flipping it open, the pages feeling oddly heavy in your hands. The first panel was a memory—a scene you could never forget.

It was the day Yaga—Masamichi—took you in. You couldn’t have been older than seven, your small hands clutching a scarf too big for your neck as he knelt in front of you, his face kind but serious.

Your chest tightened as you stared at the page. You flipped to the next panel, your stomach twisting as you saw more memories.

The years you spent with Megumi flashed by—how he would summoning his shikigami for fun before you had mastered your freezing techniques, how you both used to hide under the school steps when you wanted to skip chores.

Another page.

The moment you met Yuji for the first time, your staff swinging toward him as he dodged at the last second. You remembered the way he grinned at you as though he hadn’t been intimidated in the slightest.

The panels flowed like a movie reel, showing moments you had long thought belonged to you alone:

Late nights spent sneaking extra snacks from the school kitchen with Megumi. A quiet moment in the garden where you sat with Yuji, his head tilted toward the sky as he talked about his grandpa’s last words.

Things that had happened in private. Moments you’d only shared with your closest friends.

It was all there...everything was there.

“This...this isn’t possible,” you whispered, your fingers trembling as you turned the pages. “How did you do all this?”

Miles was quiet for a moment as he shifted on his feet. “It wasn't me,” he said cautiously. “It was an manga artist, his name is Gege Akutami. I told you—you’re a character in my world. People read about you.”

You stared at him then down at the book in your hands. It was too much. It was all too much.

But then you reached the final pages of comic and your heart sank. The fight with Masato—the curse that had dragged you into this mess—was laid out in shocking detail.

You could see every strike, every movement, every moment you had shared with Yuji and Megumi as the three of you fought....

And then the panel of you falling into the portal.

Your hand was outstretched, reaching for Yuji and Megumi as they desperately reached back. The expression on your face—fear, determination, and sadness—was captured so vividly it made your stomach turn.

“That’s…that’s where it ends,” Miles said softly, pointing to the panel. “No one knows what happens after that. Been a huge cliffhanger for months actually.”

You slammed the comic shut, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“This is insane,” you muttered, your voice shaking. “How does your world know all of this? How can I be—” You stopped yourself, unable to even say the word.

“A character?” Miles offered gently. “I know it’s a lot. Believe me, I’d freak out too if I were in your shoes.”

You turned away as you clutch the book tightly. The fight, the portal, the look on Yuji and Megumi’s faces as you disappeared—it was all burned into your memory.

And now seeing it again, drawn on a comic page for strangers to consume as entertainment...

Before you could spiral too far, Miles grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward his desk.

“Hey hey—don’t get all gloomy on me now,” he said, his voice light and reassuring. “Let me show you something cool!”

You let him pull you along, your curiosity overriding the heaviness in your chest. He sits you down at his desk-chair and quickly wakes up his computer.

The screen flickered to life and he began typing furiously, pulling up tabs faster than you could process.

“Alright...check this out,” he said, spinning the monitor toward you.

You were met with endless fan art—your face in every style imaginable, from detailed realism to exaggerated chibi drawings.

One image showed you standing shoulder to shoulder with Megumi and Yuji, snowflakes falling around the three of you, while another depicted you mid-fight, your staff raised high and ice shards surrounding you like a storm.

“People love you,” Miles babbled as he scrolled through the images. “Look at this one—oh and this! And there are fan polls too. Like, tons of them. Who’s stronger, you or Gojo? Who’s your best ship? People even debate your favorite food. It’s wild!”

“Ship?” you echoed, leaning closer.

“Yeah, like who you’re supposed to end up with romantically.”

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, but before you could demand clarification, something on the screen caught your eye.

You point at the screen. “What’s that one?”

“Oh that’s a fan theory about your technique,” Miles explained, clicking on the post. “People think you’re gonna unlock some next-level time-freezing ability soon. They call it Chrono Dominion. Sounds pretty sick right?”

You could only blink. “I don’t even know what that is.”

Miles laughed. “Yeah well fans go crazy with theories. Oh and here’s your wiki page!” He clicked on another tab, revealing a detailed biography filled with stats, trivia, and even a popularity ranking.

You squinted at the screen, your voice flat. “Why does it say my favorite food is taiyaki? That’s not true.”

Miles grinned sheepishly. “Uh…artistic license?”

As he scrolled, a tab briefly flashed across the screen. Your caught glimpse of it made your brows furrow—Rule 34: ____ [NSFW], it blinked innocently among the others.

“Wait—what was that?” you asked, leaning forward and clicking.

Miles froze, his entire body stiffening as an array of pictures appear. “Nothing! It’s nothing!” he nearly shrieks, quickly closing the tab with a flustered expression.

Your eyes narrowed. “Was that…? Was that...hentai?!”

“No! No no no!” Miles said as he waves his hands frantically. His face flushed as he laughed nervously. “I mean not on purpose! It’s—it’s the internet! Stuff like that just happens! I wasn’t even looking at it—”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You can feel your face heat up as you turn away horrified. “What are you, some kind of perv?”

“I’m not a pervert!” he exclaimed, practically falling out in desperation to defend himself. “I swear it wasn’t me—it was the algorithm!”

“Yeah the algorithm,” You mutter as you glare at him.

Desperate to change the subject Miles suddenly blurts out, “So! Anyway about the love triangle!”

“Love triangle?” Your glare softened slightly, replaced by confusion. “What love triangle?”

“You know,” he said, brightening. “The big Jujutsu Kaisen love triangle!”

You tilted your head, still not understanding. “You mean...between Gojo, Geto, and Shoko?”

Miles paused, looking at you like you’d just sprouted another head. “What? No, I’m not talking about—”

“I knew it!” you interrupted, your entire demeanor shifting in an instant. Your eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement as you leaned forward. “Me and Nobara totally have theories about them! Like, okay, listen—”

“Wait hold on—” Miles tries to cut in, “That’s not—”

“We’ve been piecing it together forever right?” you said, your excitement spilling over as you launched into full gossip mode. “The way Gojo and Geto used to look at each other? Please, there’s no way that was just friendship. And Shoko totally knows—she’s in on whatever they had going on. Like c'mon it's sooo obvious.”

Miles opened his mouth to object again but you weren’t done.

“Seriously,” your tone grew more animated. “There’s no way it was just a friendship. I mean, Nobara and I have been compiling clues for months. And then there was this one time Shoko made this offhand comment about how they used to share—”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Miles finally interrupted, holding up his hands to stop your tirade. “First of all there is no Shoko in their relationship.”

You paused, blinking. “Wait...really?”

“Of course,” Miles said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Everyone knows Geto and Gojo are the OTP of the century—GGs for life. Nobody can come between that.”

“Oh...” Your shoulders slumped slightly, a pout forming on your lips. “So...you weren’t talking about them?”

“Nope,” He pops the p. “I was talking about the real love triangle.”

You frowned. “What real love triangle?”

Leaning casually against his desk, honey-colored eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know—the one between you, Itadori, and Megumi.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Miles continues nonchalantly. “It’s a huge deal in the fandom. Like one of the biggest debates in the entire series.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait hold on! What?! No no no! They’re my best friends! That’s it!”

Miles shrugged, clearly amused by your reaction. “Hey that’s how it starts. You spend all your time together, fighting side by side, sharing moments—all that good stuff. People can’t help but see the tension.”

“What tension?!” you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

“Exactly!” He snapped his fingers. “That’s what makes it so great. It’s subtle! It’s all in the looks and little moments. You don’t even realize it’s happening, but the fans? Oh they see it. The angst, the chemistry, the possibilities.”

You backed away, shaking your head as your mind spiraled into chaos. “When would there even be time for tension? Between fighting curses and almost dying, there’s no room for—” You cut yourself off with a groan.

Miles, utterly unbothered, grinned wider. “I mean you’ve got to admit you three are pretty iconic. A girl stuck between two dudes who are both crazy loyal to her? People eat that stuff up. Ultimate poly ship.”

Your jaw dropped. “Poly—what?! We're friends! That’s all! No one’s stuck between anyone!”

Miles raises an eyebrow like he didn’t believe you for a second. “You can be friends and still have romantic tension. That’s like half of anime.”

You pressed your hands to your temples. “Love? No. No way. It’s not like that. It’s never been like that!”

Miles just leaned against his desk as he continue to watch your internal meltdown. “Man I wish I could take a picture of this reaction. You’re so in denial. The fandom would eat this up.”

You glared at him, pointing your staff in his direction. “Say one more thing and I’ll destroy your stupid laptop.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay okay. But seriously though...you’ve got a lot of fans rooting for you. It’s kind of cool don’t you think?”

You groaned at his words. “I can’t believe this.”

Slumping into the desk chair, your head bury into your hands. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Miles smirked. “Worse than being sucked into another dimension?”

“…Okay, second worst.”

[honeycreammilkshake]

we know that fighting is sukuna's canonical "love language"....

so what is this???

the level of physicality and closeness in all their fights is making me rabid. sukuna really gives yuuji such special treatment .... not only does he spare yuuji's life so many times when he could have killed him, he also keeps fighting yuuji in close combat when he literally has a cursed technique that can slice people apart from a distance.

this is a choice he's making to get so skin-to-skin with the enemy he's supposed to hate.

also, the way he was (unnecessarily) cradling yuuji's neck almost gently as he literally beats into him, how he's grabbing onto yuuji and just manhandling him — i'm no going to lie, it's almost carnal. how is so much intimacy in all of their fights compared to everyone else sukuna clashes with?

and the way sukuna is so expressive and uncharacteristically emotional whenever he gets to face yuuji. that brat just works him up so bad—

it's especially interesting when sukuna looks almost proud or excited to see what yuuji can do.

also.... sukuna, why do you look so excited for yuuji to come beat you up? is this like a date to you???

i mean, to be fair, sukuna probably considers violent brawling a love confession so no wonder why he's always ready to take on yuuji.

even in the official art he's so obviously into it.

the way he's smirking down at yuuji, holding onto his wrist, it's like he can't stop touching him. probably misses the closeness they used to have back when the brat was his vessel tbh.

i especially love that one scene where he literally sat on yuuji

he didn't have to do that. he just wanted to pin his brat down <3

"you're mine, you're not going anywhere without my permission" kind of thing really. like a bully with a crush would do.

in conclusion, sukuna gets off on throwing his boy around and feeling him up. it's just fact.

and yuuji is more than likely into it, too....

this means they share the same kinks traits to me tbh. if sukuna really did survive, i would like to believe that they would go on fighting hard with each other, even over the stupidest things. domestic cursed husbands to me <3

[socially-anxious-wizard]

What if they were Curse Users. Partners in crime even.

[epickiya722]

I'm still stuck on the fact that Yuji's Domain Expansion isn't like the others where it's some "exciting, abnormal" place like a void, be it made from space or shadows, or a land of swords or even a huge beach or furnace of lava and fire, not even a shadowy death chasm made to slice you into pieces.

No, his DE was just a replica of his hometown, Sendai. His DE was a place he recognized as home. That had animal life in it like horses and crayfish.

[aakeysmash]

hellooo! with all your college!sukuna series i cant help but keep thinking… what do u think he would study in college ????

ps i love the series so much, cant get enough of it💋

EEEK thank you, let’s smooch 😙

I think college!sukuna is an economy major tbh! He grew up poor so he’s studying on how to become rich before hitting the age of 25 LOL

tryna be on that forbes under 30 list

[vampz100]

Since Itadori has a crush on Jennifer Lawrence does that mean he could be a hunger games fan?

[pr4yerp0sition]

the entire headcanon was to also remind everyone isamu is a major green flag but he's also best friends with the former head of the hei, he knew toji as a child because of naoto being that cousin who had to idolize his older cousin, and like most sorcerers; he loves the thrill of a good fight. in terminology, overseas, he would be considered a witch and not as actively hush hush but more encouraged due to the prophecy.

[yuwuta]

Nsfw // Remember the itfs talk?? Cause I was thinking, I was thinking so hard about what to answer cause like yesss!!!

I want to focus on the latter tags cause.... Wow thats what I'm talking about!! Whenever I read itafushi I like top yuuji and bottom (and more often than not sub) megumi. So it makes so much sense that you'd want to take revenge for that cause he liked you but chose to ask yuuji out before asking you?? Or, yuuji knew megs liked you and still choose to ask him out?? So, in the first scenario it would be more than fair to dom him! Maybe you were all just talking about how you all ended up together and yuuji just lets that slip. maybe you're feeling like being a bit (or maybe a lot) mean to megumi, get him on his knees, sucking, deepthroating really, yuuji with you controlling his movements absolutely forcing him to take all of yuus length down his throat and gag like crazy with an obscene amount of spit oozing out of the corner of his lips. It was definitely personal too, they way you were treating megumi. Yuuji is not innocent in all of this ofc, but I'll let that slide for the sake of the moment. To continue punishing megs you would have your way with yuuji while he just sits there and... watch. It would end with yuuji giving you a huge creampie, it was such a lewd sight too, his dick was already shining cause of megumis spit, and even more after he entered you cause you were soaked. So there you are, full of your bfs cum seeping out and you ask megumi to clean you, cause that wouldn't be the first nor last time that he'd taste yuuji. Your revenge on yuuji is definitely happening another day too

gnaws on a steel plate… godddddddd okokokok yuuji has such an effortless dominate aura about him that’s a little scary once he hones in on it. most of the time, it’s purely his outgoing, charming nature and physical strength that lures other people into submission by will or force, whichever comes first, and he’s sort of naive to it. but when he chooses to exercise that strength, when he chooses to be stronger than you, than megumi, when he chooses to seduce, it’s mind-numbing, it’s boyish, but there’s still a distinct power struggle that it’s dizzying… insane… 

anyway… you said two very important things in here and i only have the space (brainpower) to bring attention to one right now, and i will below, but just know we need to come back to the point about letting yuuji creampie you while megumi’s there bc i am firm believer that that’s actually one of megumi’s biggest fantasies. in general, seeing you and yuuji together does very bad things for his brain but not bad enough for him to deny that… also megumi king of safe sex until it comes to watching yuuji cum inside of you goddddd

yuuji is the one who instigates your revenge in the first place (and he will also do the opposite, will convince megumi that he deserves to take some frustration out on you, that you were sooo oblivious while he pined for you for all those years, how you weren’t very observant as his best friend and now he’s got the chance to show you exactly how badly he’s wanted you… but that’s for another time…)—but right now, yuuji’s getting into your head, he’s deceptively charming, not at all innocent, and far too calculated when he stops making out with megumi and turns to you, not too far away, sitting up against the headboard with wide eyes. yuuji thinks you look awfully cute—you always do when you three are together, you have this wide-eyed awe about you; not shy, but definitely still timid about the fact that you’re now dating your childhood best friend and his boyfriend. yuuji loves that look, but he thinks he’d like to ruin it more. 

and he takes the opportunity to do so, much to megumi’s surprised and distaste—ignoring megumi’s pawing at the hem of his shirt, impatient, yuuji looks over his shoulder to you and poses, “can i ask you something?” 

your eyebrows raise in surprise. megumi’s raise in suspicion, petulantly coming down from the high of making out with yuuji, and craning his head back to look at you. your eyes shift to his briefly, and then back to yuuji’s, almost embarrassed, and when he looks at megumi, there’s a slight blush at the tips of his ears. cute. you two are very cute, and yuuji likes it a lot. it confirms to him exactly what he wants to happen tonight. 

“you remember how i told you about yuuta-senpai? and how he’s my best friend, but when he started dating inumaki-senpai, i kinda hated him because they spent so much time together?” yuuji recounts casually, biting back a grin when megumi huffs. you nod, evidently confused, but yuuji continues, slowly reaching a hand up megumi’s arm, over his shoulder, up his jaw, until he reaches the shell of his ear, then asks, “did you ever feel that way about me?”

he can see the shock on your face, hear it from megumi when he gasps a bit and pulls away from yuuji’s touch, “what kind of a—”  

but yuuji doesn’t want to hear his side of the story right now. in fact, if all goes his way, he won’t be hearing much of anything from megumi tonight—he reaches his hand back up to pinch at megumi’s ear, and hushes him, “i’m just asking her, meg. she’s my girlfriend now, too. don’t i get to know these things?” 

your mouth is slightly ajar, and yuuji chuckles. you’re so quiet, he’s beginning to think he’s scared you, but soon, you smile, sweet, and gentle, and he can’t even blame megumi for fawning over you since middle school. “i—i didn’t hate you yuuji,” you reply, “i thought—think—you’re good for megumi. i just wanted him to be happy, and you make him happy.” 

yuuji hums. no wonder you two never got together before. “so you’re the self-sacrificing type, too, huh?” he smiles, far less innocently than you might think, “maybe i should have gotten you and yuuta-senpai together, instead.” 

you look like you’re about to refute, but megumi pulls back again, throughly annoyed when he interjects, “what the hell are you—”

but yuuji is quick to move his hand from his ear to his throat, pinching his fingers around his neck with just enough pressure to stutter and silence him. 

“i’m still not talking to you,” he reminds megumi, eyes sharp. he squeezes around megumi’s neck a bit tighter, before turning his attention back to you, “was he always like this? always biting before you can bark? must have been kind of annoying to deal with, huh?” 

your eyes widen, bambi-like and yuuji almost coos. from where you’re sitting against the headboard, you can’t see megumi’s face completely, just a sliver of his cheek, but you can probably tell by the reddening skin around his neck and ears that yuuji’s not just choking him for show. 

“i—uh… it’s not like that, it’s just… yuuji you’re gonna hurt him…”

but, you should also be able to tell that megumi’s not fighting it either. 

“you’re always so worried about him,” yuuji pushes megumi back against the pillows, paying no mind to his panting, simply ordering, “stay down.” 

yuuji then reaches out for you instead, gently pulling your body towards in him stark contrast to how he’d treated megumi a moment ago—twirling you as best he can while you’re kneeling on the mattress, maneuvering your body so that you’re straddling megumi and yuuji’s back is pressed against yours. 

yuuji hears you gasp, ever so lightly, when you inadvertently press your crotch against megumi’s. he almost wants to watch you two do that instead, but right now he’s a man on a mission, so instead, he puts his hands on his hips to keep you still, “see—he can take it. he even likes it.” 

you raise a hand to reach out to megumi, but yuuji stops you, forcing your back flush against his front, and caging you in with his arms and resting his chin against your shoulder. he turns his head to kiss you on the cheek, slow, once, and then again, and then against your earlobe, “you wanna try?” 

“try—what, choking him?” you ask, trying to turn your head to face yuuji, but he keeps it steady, keeps you facing megumi. 

“it’s not like you’re gonna hurt him,” yuuji hums against your skin, trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”  

“well, uh... megumi, do you—”  

but yuuji raises a hand to squish your cheeks together before you can finish, turns your head to him and tuts, “i’m telling you it’s okay. megumi didn’t ask you before he asked me out, right? you don’t need his permission for everything, princess.” 

yuuji’s not just leveraging your feelings against each other now—now it’s sexual knowledge too, all the fantasies megumi has indulged him in about you, all the kinks he has that you’re clueless to. yuuji knows that despite the history you and megumi have, he’s the bridge between you now—and right now, yuuji wants you on his side.

“must bother you a little bit, right?” yuuji coos, releasing his grasp on your cheeks and using his hand to tilt your chin upwards to face him, “that he asked me out when he still had a crush on you. it still bothers me sometimes—and yet he had the nerve to get upset when i asked you about it. kinda selfish, no?” 

“i’m just saying, i think you should teach him a lesson,” yuuji continues, using his other hand to help your body rock against megumi’s, drinking in the sight of your pliant lips and the sound of his strained sighs. 

megumi’s probably not far from cumming in his boxers at this point, and you’re not far from helping yuuji make him do worse. 

“come on, princess,” yuuji smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at megumi, “you gonna help me put a leash on him?” 

it’s an invitation and a threat, this you seem to understand. you can say yes to yuuji, say yes to having megumi between you two tonight, say yes and have a little bit of power; or you can say no, and be on the receiving end of punishment. 

yuuji almost thinks you’ll choose the latter out of loyalty, out of devotion to your best friend, out of shyness and inexperience in taking what you want, but you’re not just megumi’s anymore—your his girl now, too, and you make it known when your soft hand crawls up megumi chest and to his neck, and hesitantly wraps around his throat. 

tonight, megumi’s yours and yuuji’s. 

“good girl,” yuuji grins, wicked with intent when he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, “now lets have some fun with him.” 

[k-nayee]

Cursed in the Spider-Verse JJK x Spider-Verse i

wc: 3.2k a/n: the moment I saw this I just HAD to write something. Very much all inspiration goes to @juniperarts!I just love their work❤️

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The fight was chaotic.

You stood shoulder to shoulder with Itadori and Megumi, sweat dripping down your brow as the oppressive weight of the curse's power filled the air.

Every movement felt heavy, almost like trudging through molasses. But you couldn't falter. Not now.

“Okay I’m calling it—there’s no way this thing is a Grade 2.” Itadori panted as he adjusted his grip on his brass knuckles. His jacket was torn at the shoulder, faint traces of blood smeared his cheek. “Absolutely no way!”

You couldn’t help but laugh even as you deflected a sharp burst of cursed energy with your extendable staff, the metal shimmering with your own reinforced aura.

“What’s the count now? Third time this month the higher-ups tried to get you killed?” you quipped, sidestepping as another portal crackled to life behind you.

“Ha! Right? I—HEY!” Itadori ducked just in time, a slicing tendril of energy missing him by inches.

The curse let out a sharp petulant scream. Its voice was high and nasally, yet dripping with malice. It hovered just above the ground, a tall lanky figure with exaggerated limbs and unnervingly delicate features.

Despite its monstrous presence, he carried itself with a dramatic flair, hands fluttering as it sneered. “You’re not even paying attention to me! Me! The great Masato! Do you even know what my name mean?! Rude brats!”

You exchanged a look with Megumi who was braced a few feet to your right. “You’d think something this dramatic would be better at multitasking,” you quip.

Megumi snorted. “Not helping,” he muttered, but there was a faint smirk pulling at his lips.

The curse lashed out again.

“You dare laugh while I stand before you?” Masato hissed, his voice like nails scratching glass, the six glowing eyes scattered across its face narrowing with a snarl. “How dare you!”

He raised a delicate hand causing a portal to swirl into existence beside it. Before any of you could react, another portal suddenly shimmered behind you, and the spirit lunged through with a screech.

“Move!” Megumi shouted.

All three of you dived in different directions as the spirit’s clawed hand smashed into the ground sending debris flying.

You rolled, coming to your feet with your expandable cursed staff snapping into place in your hands. A grin tugged at your lips. “Feisty isn’t he?”

“I’m not feisty!” Masato shrieked as it rose from the rubble. He dusted himself off with theatrical flair, movements unnervingly fluid.

“I am magnificent! And yet here you are, treating me like I’m some… some background extra!” His glowing eyes narrowed. “You’ll regret that.”

Flicking his wrist, three portals bloomed into existence, circling the trio like a predator hunting its prey.

“Stay sharp,” Megumi warned as he summoned his divine dogs to his side. His voice was calm but there was a tension in his posture you recognized all too well.

“Sharp...right,” Itadori muttered. “Because the last thing I wanna do is die.”

Your laughter rang out again, light and carefree despite the chaos. “Oh come on Itadori. At least when you do, your gravestone will say ‘Killed by a Dollar Store monster with a superiority complex​​​​​​​.’ That’s iconic.”

"Not funny!" Itadori shot back, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.

Masato's porcelain face cracked slightly as it snarled. "You're still ignoring me?! You—!"

He moved fast, too fast.

Portals opened and closed around you, claws swiping and missing by inches as the three of you dodged and counterattacked.

Somewhere in the fray you caught Megumi's arm just as a portal opened behind him, yanking him out of harm's way.

"You okay?" you asked, breathless.

Megumi nodded, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. "You saved me."

"Of course I did," you replied easily, though there was a flicker of something warm in your chest at his expression. "It's what friends do."

"Childhood friends," Megumi corrected softly. His gaze lingered on you for just a moment too long before blinking back to the fight. "Alight. Let's get this over with..."

The battle continued, the curse's movements growing wilder as its frustration mounted.

You noticed it then—the way his attacks grew sloppy whenever angered. The portals became less precise, the strikes easier to predict. A smirk curved your lips.

"This is soooo getting boring," you declared loudly, sidestepping another clawed swipe. "I could've been shopping with Nobara right now. Dammit...she said there was a sale on cute sweaters at ZARA too."

"What?!" Itadori gaped at you mid-dodge. "Are you serious right now? How can you say that when we're literally fighting for our—"

He paused as he caught the pointed look you gave him.

"Ohhh," Itadori said His grin turned mischievous. "Yeah, totally boring. This curse? Weak. Not worth the effort."

Masato froze, his six eyes twitching. “Weak?!”

You added fuel to the fire, pretending to inspect your nails. “He’s got a point. I mean I could’ve been eating taiyaki right now, but instead, I’m stuck here fighting a total amateur.”

Masato's face twisted with fury as glowing cracks began to form along his too-perfect skin. “Amateur?! AMATEUR?! You insolent little—”

“Hey!” Megumi’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. He darted closer, his divine dogs prowling at his sides. “What are you two idiots doing? This isn’t a joke—you’re going to get yourselves killed!”

“Don’t be such a killjoy,” you shot back, grinning as you parried a portal-assisted swipe with your staff. “This is working. Watch.”

Megumi opened his mouth to argue but then his gaze flicked toward Masato. His scowl faltered. Took him a moment to notice—how the curse’s movements were becoming erratic, how its attacks were losing their edge.

Every insult from you and Itadori seemed to make it angrier, more reckless.

Megumi’s brows furrowed as realization dawned. “You’re…” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as he stepped back, giving a reluctant nod. “Fine. Do whatever it takes to finish this. Just…don’t overdo it.”

“Oh no promises,” you replied cheerfully, smirking as Masato let out another frustrated shriek. “Hey lil miss Diva! Do those cracks come with a warranty or are we voiding it by hurting your feelings?”

The curse swung wildly as his portal attacks fizzled out of sync.

“That's it!” Itadori chimed in, clapping his hands mockingly. “Keep trying! You’ll land a hit someday champ!”

It screamed in rage, lunging toward Itadori in a blind frenzy. That was the moment you’d been waiting for.

You skidded to a halt, feet digging into the ground as you raised your hand, activating your technique. “Chrono Lock!”

Time seemed to shudder and pause.

The curse froze mid-motion, his grotesque form momentarily trapped in place. You carefully released Itadori and Megumi from the effect leaving the rest of the world still.

“You’ve got about twenty seconds,” you called, your voice strained from the effort. “Make it count!”

Itadori and Megumi didn’t waste a second.

Itadori landed a powerful blow to Masato's side, forcing him to stumble while Megumi’s shikigami tore through its legs, leaving him vulnerable.

With a burst of energy you leapt forward. Bringing your staff down with all the force you could muster, cursed energy surging through your weapon.

Striking the curse squarely in the chest, the impact cracked through the air like thunder.

“AHHH!” Masato screamed, his body convulsing as cracks spread like spiderwebs across its form. “You...insignificant...pests!” it spat, its voice beginning to warp.

But the victory was short-lived. Even as its form disintegrated the curse let out a venomous laugh.

“You!” He pointed a trembling claw at you, six glowing eyes narrowing. “Not only do you have the attention of not one but two cute boys…” He let out another bitter laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally. “But you also have the audacity to kill me? Oh the injustice!”

You opened your mouth to retort—something witty no doubt—but the words caught in your throat as a portal shimmered to life beneath your feet.

“Wait—what the hell?!” you shouted, panic flaring as the ground disappeared.

“Let’s see how you'll fare without your precious little fans!”

“____!” Itadori’s voice was raw with emotion as he lunged toward you. Megumi was right beside him, his usually composed expression etched with uncharacteristic fear.

“Bon voyage~” Masato sneered, its voice fading into nothingness as the last of his body finally dissipated.

The portal pulled at you like a riptide causing the world around you blur into a mess of light and shadows.

Your breath hitched, arms flailing instinctively toward the only solid things in your view—Yuji and Megumi.

For a fleeting moment you saw them: Yuji’s hand reaching, his eyes wide with desperation; Megumi pale and grim with a jaw so clenched it looked like it might crack.

Then the portal swallowed you whole and all you saw was darkness.

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The night was cold and quiet—save for the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of a lone cricket.

Midnight had fallen over Brooklyn casting the deserted park in an eerie glow. The moon peeked through scattered clouds, its silvery light illuminating the remnants of a chaotic skirmish.

A figure in a red-and-black Spider-Man suit vaulted over a bench, shooting webs at a villain who was far too focused on trying to escape to notice the teenager’s playful quips.

“C’mon man, I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” He chided, swinging gracefully through the air. “You’re really gonna make me miss my physics homework for this?”

The villain growled, shooting a round of bullets that missed wildly.

And then, out of nowhere, the night shattered.

A swirling portal erupted above the fight. The Spider hero paused mid-swing, his mask-covered face tilting upward.

His senses screamed as something—or someone—shot out of the portal like a comet.

The unknown figure slammed directly onto the villain, pinning him to the ground with an audible thud. The man let out a weak grunt before collapsing beneath the impact.

For a moment there was silence.

The masked vigilante lands lightly on a nearby lamppost, crouching low with narrowed eyes as he waited.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

The last memory burned in your mind: the cursed spirit’s mocking laughter, the desperate reach of Itadori and Megumi’s hands, and then…nothing.

You had been ripped away from your friends, and now—

A groan broke you out of your daze. As your vision cleared you realized you were sprawled on top of a man dressed in a typical burglar-esque outfit.

He released one more pained sound before slumping unconscious, leaving you blinking in stunned confusion.

“Wait—what the?” you muttered to yourself. You staggered to your feet, gripping your staff tightly as you scanned your surroundings.

It was midnight, maybe early morning? And you were what seemed to be a park, empty except for flickering streetlights and the faint hum of a distant city.

Where were you? 

Before you could fully regain your bearings—

“____?”

Your head snapped upwards. You squinted at the figure perched on the lamppost, his voice unfamiliar but oddly casual.

You instinctively take a defensive stance. “How do you know my name?” you demand.

He froze for a split second before recovering, large white eyes on his mask widened as he leaned forward, his excitement bubbling to the surface.

“Oh my God. It’s really you!” his voice became high-pitched, the awe in his tone unmistakable.

Before either of you could say another word a rough voice cuts through the air.

“Benny!”

The sound made you whirl around, staff raised. From the shadows emerged a second villian, stockier than the first with a scar running across his face.

His eyes darted to the unconscious man at your feet—Benny apparently—before narrowing at you. His lips curled into a sneer. “You little—”

You saw the gun before he raised it, the glint of metal catching in the moonlight. Your instincts kicked in and you dropped into a defensive stance. But before you could move—

Thwip!

A strand of webbing shot out, wrapping around the gun and yanking it from his grasp. The weapon flew into the air before sticking harmlessly to a nearby tree.

The villain cursed under his breath, turning his gaze toward culprit in the red-and-black suit.

You didn’t waste the distraction.

Pushing off the ground with a burst of speed, you lunged forward, your staff arcing through the air in a deadly swing.

The villain turned just in time for the blunt end of your weapon strike his temple with a sickening crack. His eyes rolled back as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he hit the dirt.

You straightened, your staff still raised as you scanned the area for more threats. But the park was silent once more.

“Well,” the masked figure said as he jumps and lands gracefully on the ground in front of you. “That was awesome.”

Your gaze snapped to him, your irritation flaring as your confusion deepened. 

'Who is this guy?' you wondered, taking in his strange appearance.

His red-and-black suit clung to him like a second skin and those wide white eyes on his mask stared back at you, giving him an almost cartoonish quality.

He wasn’t a curse—there was no cursed energy radiating from him—but his abilities…they weren’t normal either. They weren’t human.

Your fingers flexed around your staff as you turned to face him fully. “I don’t know what you are,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head, “but I don’t have time to figure it out right now. So let’s make this quick.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa whoa! Hold up! I’m on your side—”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. Lunging forward, you swung your staff in a precise arc aiming for his midsection.

“Seriously?!” He yelps as he twists his body and flip backward to dodge the strike. “You’re gonna fight me?! But I’m one of the good guys!”

Your only response was another swing, this one aimed higher.

He ducks, flipping into the air once more only to land upside down on a tree branch.

“Okay but really, you’re gonna want to hear me out!” he called, swinging there like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m the Amazing Spider-Man! Well...the second one. It’s kinda of a long story.”

You didn’t care. His words didn’t make sense and you weren’t about to let him distract you.

Another lunge, another strike.

“Whoa!” he exclaims, flipping off the branch and landing a few feet away. “Alright tough crowd. Got it.” He raised his hands defensively, his voice still light.

“But look—seriously—we’re basically the same! You’re in high school, I’m in high school. Granted yours basically focuses on fighting monsters and dying...but hey—capitalism’s basically the same thing right?”

You blinked at him, thrown for just a moment by his words. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

He tilted his head. “Okay, rude.”

Another swing shuts him up, forcing him to jump backward.

“Fine! You’re clearly in a fight-now-ask-questions-later mood,” he said, a grin audible in his voice. “But just know I’m just a chill guy alright? So chill I’ll even tell you my name—it’s Miles! Miles Morales!”

“Well Miles,” you said through gritted teeth, your staff swinging in an arc that narrowly missed his side, “I’m kind of busy right now, so save it.”

You pressed forward with even sharper strikes.

Swing after swing, he dodged with an almost infuriating ease, using his webs to move out of your reach.

“Oh my God,” Miles babbled as he flipped over your head. “I can’t believe I’m actually fighting The ____! You’re even better in real life! That spin just now—was that the Spiral Counter? It was, wasn’t it?!”

“What are you talking about?!” you snapped, jabbing your staff at him.

“You know—one of your signature moves!” He mimicked your earlier motion, pretending to twirl an imaginary staff. “Man I practiced that for weeks! Totally worth it by the way.”

Your eye twitched. Was he…fanboying?

“You’re insane,” you muttered.

Every time you thought you had him, he flipped or twisted out of your range, leaving you more irritated by the second.

“Man this is so cool,” Miles said as he jumped onto a nearby bench in a relaxed position. “Oh wait—wait! Can you do the Chrono Lock thing?!”

You froze mid-attack, your staff pausing in the air. “How do you know about that?”

Instead of answering he crouched low and made an exaggerated version of the hand gesture you use to activate the technique. “Like this right?”

You could feel your eye twitch as he twisted into an over-the-top version of your stance, his posture so painfully wrong it felt like an insult to your training.

“What—stop that!” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

He laughed, shooting out a web to swing away as you tried—and failed—to land another hit. “Like seriously, you’re like my favorite out the whole series! I even made a replica of your staff once—oh wait! Is that the one Maki Zen’in gave you?!”

Your breath hitched and your movements slightly slowed. “How do you know about Maki?”

He didn’t answer, but his excitement didn’t falter. If anything he looked even more excited. “This is insane. The craftsmanship is way cooler in person.”

Miles darted forward suddenly, dodging another swing of your staff to tug lightly at a pin on your uniform jacket. “Not to mention this—this is the one Nanami gave you right? Wasn't this from Haibara's collection? It's sweet he says you resemble him and all...”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“And of course I can't forget the one and only!” he continued, pointing at the strip of white cloth hanging loosely around your neck. “That’s Gojo’s old blindfold isn’t it? You wore it when you—”

“Enough!” you snapped, your voice ringing out. Your frustration boiled over as you activated your staff’s hidden blade, the sharp edge glinting in the moonlight.

Miles paused for a split second, his masked eyes widening. “Oh...well that’s new,” he said, impressed.

You didn’t give him the chance to react further. You surged forward, your speed catching him off guard.

A quick sweep of your leg knocked him off balance, and before he could recover, you had him pinned to the ground. Your foot pressed against his chest and the blade of your staff hovered dangerously over his jugular.

“Who sent you?” you demanded, your voice low and deadly. “Was it Mahito? Getou? Answer me.”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Miles said quickly, his hands shooting up in surrender. “I swear I’m innocent! Nobody sent me!”

You didn’t budge, your glare unwavering.

“Okay okay!” he said, his voice faster now. “Just—just let me explain!” He hesitated, then reached for the bottom of his mask and pulled.

You blinked, startled by the face staring back at you.

Warm brown skin, wide honey-colored eyes, and an expression caught somewhere between nervousness and awe.

He looked normal...

Human....

And undeniably cute.

You quickly shook off the thought, tightening your grip on the staff. “Who are you?” you repeat. “And how do you know everything about me?”

Miles swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between you and the blade near his throat. “It’s gonna sound crazy but…you’re an anime character.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “…What?”

He frantically nods (as best he can with a knife to his throat). “Well...technically a manga character first. In my world, you’re uh…kind of famous?”

There was a long pause.

“...What?!”

[cuntyji]

everyone’s talking about nerd gojo (thank you @to00fu for the meal), but what about nerd nanami? and i’m not talking about just any nerd nanami, im talking about letterboxd nerd! nanami — 

who wears a “directed by quentin tarantino” tshirt under his suit because he's a bit embarassed about unironically liking this type of merch, and who actually reads through all the letterboxd published articles from cover to cover.

his profile is so organised and he leaves such beautifully written and critical reviews that people who read it go crazy and spam the review’s comments section with “who is this diva 😭” and “WHO LET BRO COOK 🗣️” (he doesn’t understand the meaning of these phrases, but yuuji told him they’re positive phrases so he lets them be).

he's very selective about who he follows — a few of his irl's do know he's on letterboxd, but when they ask him for his profile he does not bother entertaining them. it's not that he's ashamed of his profile or taste, he just likes to keep his irl's seperate from his online activity. 

letterboxd nerd! nanami is heavily against piracy, and he refuses to opt for the “easy way out” when it comes to watching regional films. (he once took a flight all the way to paris on a weekday just to watch a movie that hadn't started international screening).

not to mention, he has a lot of friends that are directors, producers, script-writers, actors etc…it's not even a flex, he was genuinely the most supportive figure in their lives when they were starting out, and often times he gets free tickets or VIP passes to special movie screenings as a way of thanks.

letterboxd nerd! nanami is always one of the top three or five reviews in most trending movies on letterboxd, but imagine his horror when casual letterboxd user! reader bests his review and pushes him down to seventh place.

the horror.

and it's not even a “good” review, as nanami says —  it's just a rant about how hot the cast is. and for some outrageous reason, everyone seems to be upvoting your poorly written review instead of his meticulously detailed review about the script writing, acting, soundtrack, camera angles…you get what i mean. 

naturally, letterboxd nerd! nanami is pissed. 

and he's even more so when he realizes that casual letterboxd user! reader doesn't even log films on the daily — no, it seems more like you just remember this app exists and then log in whatever you just watched. you didn't even bother putting up a profile picture up until yesterday. and why the hell have you rated most of the disney movies a 5/5? do you not know what an objective rating is? 

letterboxd nerd! nanami, after stalking your watched list, prays you never come online to log your films again. he can't afford to be bested by you again. until he sees a notification that makes him groan out loud in annoyance — 

y/ncore has started following you.

bonus: nerd gojo and letterboxd nerd! nanami are mutuals and close friends on letterboxd (under aliases of course), but both of them hate each other irl — nerd gojo mocks him for spending time on “lame” things like movies, while letterboxd nerd! nanami scoffs at his blatant attitude of “not appreciating cinema.”

[socially-anxious-wizard]

King Of Curses Itadori Yuuji and his beloved Curse User Fushiguro Megumi.

Silly details under the break:

(No Spoilers please I've only just finished Season One lmao.)

Yuuji:

Not as sadistic or cruel as Sukuna, but don't let that fool you. His threat level really comes from his protective nature and recklessness. He's not been human for such a lot time that he forgets his own power.

Still hates Sukuna because he thinks he's too selfish. A punk who barks too much when he doesn't have the power to bite.

A nice guy! Until he reminds you why he's King of Curses.

Weirdly, hates Curses despite his title.

Megumi:

Megumi is a Curse User who acts in Yuuji's interest, regardless of whether Yuuji actually wants him to. The logic to his King's ill-thought out plans.

Yuuji still saved his life and Megumi has been ride or die ever since.

Megumi is probably the more outright dangerous of the two purely based off his own morals. Which are "Get fucked if you're not someone I like."

People don't really understand his deal or goals.

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento Masterlist, Part One

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Updated: 12th October 2024 -> ANY SUBSEQUENT UPDATES ON NANAMI KENTO MASTERLIST, PART TWO

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

BabywearingDad!Nanami" Ask and Drabble ☕

Bedlocked 💕🔥☕-- University!AU; will you and Kento be pushed to breaking point, when forced to share a room and a bed on a city thesis trip?

Behind the Wall 💕🔥💔-- who was this stressed, suited man visiting your gloryhole...and how could you fall in love so easily?

Childbearing Hips 💕☕🔥-- once Gojo points them out, Kento can't stop looking... And Part Two!

Conbini ☕💕-- Itadori Yuuji didn't like Kento, at first. A Papamin drabble. Kento x Reader.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Deeper, Harder, Faster 🔥-- a Nanami x Reader x Ino threesome, where Nanami teaches Ino how to make love to his girlfriend. Based on a @nanaslutt post.

Deliverance 💕🔥-- with Vampire!Priest!Nanami

Disappointed ☕💕💔-- a Papamin drabble. When Yuuji takes himself on a suicide mission, Kento rescues him and chastises him with the reader.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Domestic Bliss series 💕☕--

#1 Rant #2 Indentured Servitude #3 Car Repairs #4 Laundry #5 Foodie #6 Spicy #7 Cravings

Drunk Pick-Up Services 💕☕-- Husband!Nanami picks up the drunk reader and takes her home.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Every Time 🔥💕☕-- you and Kento forget something vital when you have sex-- every fucking time.

Father's Day ☕-- a Papamin drabble. Kento misses the point, when Yuuji asks to buy him lunch.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hands 💕🔥-- smutty drabble, SloppyDrunk!Kento

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

Homebodies 💕☕-- You and Kento really, really, really don't want to go out.

Hot 💕🌶️☕-- You interrupt Kento while he's cooking...and things go horribly wrong.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Kingsman!AU Nanami/Galahad 🔥💕☕

Kintsugi 💕💔☕-- you paint Kento's scars, until he shines with gold. Pre and post-Shibuya AU.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Next of Kin 💕☕-- a Papamin drabble, feat. Higuruma Hiromi. Yuuji is arrested, and uses his one call on Kento.

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour.

Honeytrap/Maid Café-- you are sent to honeytrap a Curse-user on ovulation night...and Kento hunts you down to a Maid Café.

Grapple-- you ask Kento to teach you how to fight, and things get sexy.

Papamin's Big Day ☕-- Nanami Kento takes his baby for her first vaccinations, and finds it...emotional.

Push ☕💕-- two become three, as the reader gives birth in Nanami Kento's arms.

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Roleplay 💕🤡-- You pretend to be another woman, and Nanami Kento gives you the roleplay of your dreams.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Sexual Orientation 🔥💕☕-- it's not what you think. And, its little follow-up... Mine 🔥💕-- where the Reader loses her cool, just one time.

Shaving Lesson ☕💕🔥-- dad's teach their sons how to shave... and Yuuji doesn't have one. A Papamin drabble.

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Skrunkly 💕☕🔥-- Kento loves you even when you look like a dirty raccoon.

Smut [smuht] (noun) 💕🔥-- Kento catches you reading smut...and pretends to be the bad guy from your story, seducing you.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

The Silent Stars Go By 🔥💕☕-- Shibuya Ending Rewrite! Nanami Kento feels his death approaching...but he beats fate, when he tracks you down to confess his love for you.

The Voice P1 and P2 (two parts) 💕☕🔥-- VoiceActor!AU. A chance meeting in the dark with Nanami, sends him on a desperate search for the woman of his dreams.

Work Wife 💕☕-- someone wants to be Nanami Kento's work wife, and he's not happy about it.

The Wristwatch 💕☕-- How does Nanami Kento make sure everyone (including you) knows you're his girl?

The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

[kingkatsuki]

No one believed Panda when he told them that Inumaki had a crush on you. To them, there were absolutely no signs, and the cursed speech user hadn’t divulged this information to any of them — even Panda.

But to his best friend it was obvious.

Especially when he’d watched Inumaki through the window on his knees digging through soil in the cold during mid-October to plant some bulbs just so they would grow in time for spring.

Sitting perfectly in the middle of his garden was a meticulously tended to plot that bloomed with freshly grown tulips.

“So Inumaki-senpai grew some flowers, what about it?” Yuuji presses his nose to the glass as he watches his senior continue to water the soil.

“The only flowers in the entire garden.” Panda emphasised, spreading his arms in exasperation. Every other plant — though well tended to — was nowhere near as bright, vibrant or delicate as the pastel coloured tulips that now sat pride of place in one of the flowerbeds.

“He grew some flowers, so what?” Maki rolled her eyes, “He could’ve just picked some random seeds.”

“Bulbs.” Panda corrected as Maki narrowed her eyes at him beneath her glasses.

“Tulips are a flower that are believed to symbolise first love.” Megumi read out almost robotically from a quick search on his cellphone, staring down at the screen with his other hand placed into his pocket.

“I told you guys.” Panda groaned, “Toge is in love.”

“But that means he’s been in love with them for ages.” Yuji’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Seems that way, huh?” Panda smiled.

That same evening you walked into the kitchen to see a vase of freshly picked tulips sitting by the window.

“These are so pretty.” You muse, reaching out to stroke one of the petals between your thumb and forefinger, “Did someone buy you flowers, Nobara?”

“No,” She shook her head knowingly, not even looking up as she flicked through the pages of a fashion magazine.

“Inumaki picked them for you.”

[obsesssedblerd]

JJK fic / drabbles / thought dumps masterlist

welcome! anything jujutsu kaisen related that i post will be here. 💕

note: as this list continues to grow as i post more writing, pls remember that anything with a "🔞" has smut, and minors shouldn't interact with it. also, consider anything without a description to be super short lol.

happy reading! 💕

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GOJO

Filling the Empty Spaces - you and your husband Satoru's house is too big, but luckily, you have the first years to fill it up. [First part of the au where the first years get adopted]

life after adopting the first years hcs

When Five Becomes Six [coming soon] - you bring your daughter, Riko, into the world, and your adopted kids reassure an anxious Satoru that he won't be the only one protecting her.

Birthday Wishes - It's Satoru's birthday, and while you and Riko accompany him on a scavenger hunt, Yuuji is in charge of planning the best party ever.

Wanting you, but constantly getting interrupted 🔞

Gojo with his mini

Returning to you after the battle(?)

"Shut me up." - There's only one bed, and you're stuck with the most infuriating person you've ever worked with.

bringing the baby to school

Interrogation Method - Satoru Gojo is trying to find Suguru Geto, and you, a curse-user he captured, knows where he is. He'll get you to talk.

stealing the christmas cookies

wearing lingerie for him

clan leader satoru

first touch without infinity

GETO

Dirty little secret 🔞 [pt. 2]

making fun of his size 🔞

switching into dad mode

smooth talker 🔞

"jealous" suguru

"oh, she went missing?"

NANAMI

nanami as your boyriend

secret child

Christmas Wedding

flashbacks from malaysia 🔞

CHOSO

Roommate Choso

big brother things

quiet weekends

asking yuki for advice

TOJI

"Who's your new teacher?" - [ongoing] Toji meets Megumi's new preschool teacher, and immediately develops a crush. [pt. 2], [pt.3], [pt.4]

"I think our son's crush is Spider-Man."

"Let me have you." - After making a mistake during a mission together, you and Toji Fushiguro have to hide in a cramped closet.

megumi getting you and toji back together

school fights

animal onesies

SUKUNA

Uncle Sukuna

The King of Curses and his daughter - [ongoing] Multiple drabbles about Ryomen Sukuna being a good father to his baby daughter

the day she arrives

early mornings

picky eater

be back soon

first steps

snow day

flowers

sukuna's kisses 🔞

meeting teacher sukuna hcs

SATOSUGU X READER

dating satoru and suguru

dating satoru and suguru hcs (pt. 2)

Fifteen More Minutes

Saying Goodbye

calling satoru "pretty boy"

asking satoru to kill a roach

seeing satoru for the first time in 10 years

tipsy satoru 🔞

surprise adopting at the same time

ITAFUSHI

first day at a new school

aftermath of the battle

MULTIPLE X READER

asking them to kill a spider

being the jjk villains' favorite 🔞

who they'd be for (pt 1)