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amywritesthings · 11 months ago

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Operation: Battlepass (AKA the Totally Awesome Plan to Play Wingman by Yuuji Itadori) / a Choso x OFC story

After choosing to live together as brothers, Yuuji decides to introduce Choso to the wonderful world of gaming. What he didn't expect is for Choso to fall head over heels for his online friend. Naturally, hijinks must ensue, and the gang comes up with a plan to make this romcom a reality.

word count: 3k (part one of ??) tags: au - canon divergence, fluff, romantic comedy, told in yuuji's pov, ultimate big brother!choso, gaming, online friendshipcredit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

read on ao3 here.

PART ONE: THE INTRODUCTION

disclaimer: this is a very crack slice of life story. everyone's alive. itadori is friends with an adult through online gaming. their dynamic is very much 'you're a kid and i have to protect you from weirdos in gaming lobbies'. iris is inspired by my own older online friends growing up. it's nothing nefarious.

Yuuji Itadori has never been a wingman.

Well — kind of.

If you scratch all of the times that Itadori went along with the ‘Save Megumi’ plan conjured up by the brilliant (and twisted) minds of Gojo-sensei and Kugisaki, then he’s technically never been a wingman.

Come to think of it, he’s never really given the act of dating much thought.

It isn’t like he’s ever had much skin in the game.

Itadori’s never had a partner, for one.

Fushiguro is smooth enough to flirt without anyone’s help, two.

Kugisaki can be a little intimidating all on her own, three.

So it leaves… well, Itadori to cheer on his perfectly-capable friends as they navigate what it means to be a teenager.

It also leaves him wondering if one day he’ll know the tv-show-butterfly feeling of helping two lonely souls get together.

(He really should focus on his own love life, but given the whole Sukuna ordeal? That’s a mess he hasn’t quite ironed out yet.)

Enter: Choso, his alleged big brother from another mother.

(Or another father? That’s another thing he’s gotta iron out. More at 11.)

Getting a two-bedroom bachelor pad with the guy you only met, like, a few weeks ago wasn't on his year-end bingo card.

"Really?" If Fushiguro and Nobara question something simultanously, that usually spells danger.

"Yeah!" Itadori exclaims, sipping on his tea. "I mean, why not, right?"

"Wasn't he the guy trying to kill you?" Fushiguro grunts.

"Then he changed his mind on a dime and demanded he protect you with every blood cell in his body?" Nobara adds, lips trembling from her attempt to hide a smile at her pun.

(Neither of the boys catch it.)

Itadori grimaces. "Well, when you put it that way..."

Fushiguro leans back. "Trying to kill you—"

Nobara leans forward. "—to defending you—"

They come together again, and Itadori sinks in his booth.

"—in a few hours."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Itadori whines. "But it'll be fine. We're great pals and figured it out. He's totally normal now."

So normal that Choso's in the booth at the other end of the restaurant, sipping a coffee black with a newspaper upside-down, waiting to take Itadori and his friends to the shopping district later.

(It's a little weird admittedly, but Itadori thinks it's endearing. He cares!)

So, yeah.

He ditched living at Jujutsu High in order to move in with his brother under the approval of his instructor.

Maybe it was a hasty decision, but Itadori will take the blame on that one.

Call it excitement or stupidity, he doesn’t mind.

After spending a lot of his life wishing he had a sibling of his own, it’s kinda cool to live a brother.

Not even a brother, but a big brother who takes his job very seriously.

For starters, Itadori always gets to order wherever he wants for takeout dinner, which never got to happen back at Jujutsu High.

Fushiguro used to be apathetic about what they’d order, which meant Kugisaki took the liberty in steamrolling every decision.

Now?

Itadori gets to show Choso every single one of his favorite foods and then some.

The guy doesn’t eat much — apparently something to do with being a curse, not that Itadori judges — but he thoroughly enjoys the nights watching Choso squint over a takeout box trying to figure out what the heck is in the thing.

It’s nice teaching someone else the ropes, rather than feeling clueless in his own life.

He shows Choso how to cook; how to clean, though they’re both fairly great at lifting furniture to get into those hard-to-reach spots; how to pay bills over the internet — or just to pay for bills in general.

However, there is one important item in life he has to show his big brother:

Video games.

Apparently all he ever played when he was with Jogo, Brains, and Mahito were board games.

Snooze.

Boring.

“Today is your lucky day,” he tells the man with tightly-coiled space buns one day while Choso's watching television.

Itadori thrusts a coveted console controller into his view with excitement.

Choso blinks down at it with confusion.

“Because I — Yuuji Itadori, your little bro — am going to show you the wonders and joys of gaming.”

“I know how to play games, Yuuji,” Choso flatly replies, though there’s a warmth to his tone no matter when he speaks to Itadori.

The pink-haired boy shakes his head.

“I’m not talking about Life or Trouble or, ugh, Monopoly — though you can technically play them on a console.”

Choso’s brows slide high: really?

“Yeah, really.”

“Huh.”

The man with the black strip over his nose tests the weight of the console controller in his hand, lip slightly pouted.

“So what do you… do?”

“Press buttons, mostly.”

Itadori holds up his own decked-out controller — a modified neon blue and black masterpiece that glows in the dark — and presses a few of the buttons to show him.

“You’ll get used to it. Trust me, it’s way easier in practice.”

Sitting beside his brother with crossed legs, he triggers the console to wake up to its dashboard.

The game show disappears, and a brilliant burst of color takes over the screen.

The reaction is priceless — Choso’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Aw, yeah, he has him interested now.

“Do you play these games with your friends?” Choso asks quietly, poking at a button with his thumb.

“Sometimes,” Itadori replies. “Fushiguro isn’t a fan of them. Nobara gets way too competitive. Like… scary competitive. We limit her screen time.”

Choso snorts. “I can picture that.”

Itadori grins and opens up a few window menus so he can set up a profile for Choso on his console.

He hands over his main controller and gestures to Choso.

“Pick whatever profile photo you want.”

Sticking his tongue to the left in the exact way Itadori does when he’s concentrating, Choso flicks over the right joystick to search through the images.

“Itadori?”

“Yeah, Choso?”

“I don’t see my face.”

“Huh?”

“The photographs.” Choso points to the screen. “Where am I?”

Itadori blinks before he realizes.

“Oh! You… don’t, ha. You pick a character.” He pauses. “Like how you choose a thimble or a car and stuff in Monopoly.”

Choso sucks in a sharp inhale and nods in understanding before fluttering through a few more options with more confidence.

He settles over a photo of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider series before clicking it.

“Like this?”

“What, you like Lara?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda super badass.” Itadori takes back the controller to finish up his profile. “My one online friend really likes those games—”

Then, brilliance hits him.

It doesn’t happen often, but today?

Itadori strikes gold.

“Oh, hey — if you want, you can kinda see how me and my one friend play. She’s usually on at this hour. Here.”

He pauses to reach around the couch only to hold out a headset for Choso to take.

“Wear this. It’s my spare.”

With that same inquisitive squint, Choso observes at the headphones with scrutiny.

Itadori showcases how to put them on, popping his RGB headset over his head and squishing his pink hair to his head.

It takes a little finessing with his hairstyle, but Choso does the same. He lets the headphones sit on his head and doesn’t move.

“You good?”

“What?” Choso’s voice shouts over the noise-cancelling feature.

“I said are you—” Itadori pauses, holding up a thumbs up.

Choso blinks. Then his thumb raises.

Good.

Itadori blinks back to the television screen where he signs on as himself — YuuMasterGeneral — before searching for a particular name on his friends list.

Truth be told, he’s only ever talked to this girl.

He has no clue what she looks like in person because he’s never met her in person, but she sounds pretty nice.

After Grandpa got sick, there wasn’t much to do around the house.

Sitting in a quiet house wasn’t cutting it, so Itadori tried his hand at online gaming lobbies.

Most of them sucked.

Most of them were full of assholes.

But he got lucky — an older girl that went by the moniker of Iris was nice enough to join his team.

That first night, they talked for hours about nothing in particular. Eventually he told her about his grandpa, and she added him as a friend. Iris told him to poke her whenever she was on so he had someone to play with.

Honestly? It was exactly the kind of lifeline he needed at the time.

After that, he gamed with Iris pretty regularly. Although they mostly game, sometimes they chat about their other hobbies. He's learned she has a full-time job, just recently graduating from university. A few times she's given a sprinkle of real life advice, from an adult figuring it out a couple of steps ahead of a teenager.

He felt safe. Seen.

He and Iris have been friends ever since.

Iris was good at gaming. Like, impossibly good.

So good she’d probably even beat Nobara.

But she wasn’t obnoxious about her wins, which was why Itadori enjoyed chatting with her so much.

Last time he talked to her was maybe six weeks ago. She’d been busy with her day job, but Itadori had been really busy with… well, everything to do with sorcery.

Surely she wouldn’t get weirded out about showing his older brother the ropes, right?

Iris was a private person, something Itadori could very respect, but he felt comfortable enough to invite her into this little debacle of his life now that Choso was going to be a permanent member of his family.

IRISSIRI IS ONLINE.

“Oh, cool, she’s on.”

“Who?” Choso asks, pushing a headphone off of his ear so he can hear Yuuji properly.

“My friend, Iris,” Itadori explains as he clicks to invite her to a party chat.

He then adds Choso, whose eyes widen at the magical sound of his little brother’s voice suddenly coming through the headset clear as day.

“This sounds…”

Choso trails off, blinking as he hears the echo of his own voice.

Itadori laughs and leans over to mess with his settings once more.

“Sorry — gotta mute yourself, buddy, otherwise we’ll get an echo going.”

Then a tiny chime sounds, and the brothers simultaneously stare at the television.

“Hello?”

Her voice is smooth as honey and soft, like she’s surprised to get the call.

Itadori immediately perks up, but he notices how Choso doesn’t move.

He just… stares, lips parted.

“Iris!” he greets excitedly. “Hey! Long time, no chat.”

“Yuuji,” she greets in return with a small smile in her voice. “Hey, no kidding. How’s it going? And who’s this…. Guest, person?”

“Oh — I haven’t given him a username yet. Iris, I wanted you to meet my big brother, Choso. Choso, this is my online friend Iris.”

He turns his head to look at Choso in the glow of the tv, but his brows furrow when he notices the pale complexion of Choso’s face turn a warm pink.

“Choso?” she asks, and Choso’s throat bobs.

Maybe he’s nervous about new people?

He’s never really been that nervous before.

“I didn’t know you had siblings!”

“Ha, yeah, it’s a complicated situation,” Itadori explains before flicking up his microphone stick so he can whisper directly to Choso: “You can speak in the microphone, you know.”

Choso clears his throat, his pink face turning scarlet in stark contrast to the black stripe across the bridge of his nose, before nodding.

“....I’m his big brother.”

“Cool, cool,” she chides in return, and Itadori can’t even believe what he’s seeing:

His older brother practically melts in his seat as he presses a hand gently to his headphone as if to push it closer to his ear.

"It’s super nice to meet you, big brother Choso.”

Choso bites his lower lip and glances up at the screen. “You… have a really pretty voice—”

Uh oh.

Abort mission.

Itadori flies off of the end of the couch to quickly flick his microphone up to mute them both for a little familial aside. “Dude!”

Choso’s surprised, still sporting the blush.

“What?”

“You can’t hit on my online friend!”

“I wasn’t hitting anyone, I was talking!” Choso hisses right back under his breath.

“Hitting on, not hitting!"

"Whatever!"

"Look: telling my friend she has a pretty voice is a little weird, okay?”

Suddenly the man looks a little worried. “It is?”

Itadori nods. “Yeah. Girls get bothered online all the time. Just… be cool.”

He slowly drops his microphone back down.

Choso deflates and nods.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, no, he’s never played video games before so I thought we could show him how it’s done.”

“It's fine. But wait: he’s never played video games before?” Iris asks over her mic with a little laugh. “Seriously?”

Choso smiles small at that.

It’s lopsided and goofy.

Itadori feels like he’s in the twilight zone.

“Did he live under a rock?” she adds in a gentle tease.

“Something like that.” Yuuji tells her, quickly loading up Fortnite for a game of Duos so Choso can listen and watch. “He’ll just hang with us while we play, if that’s cool with you?”

“So long as he doesn’t mind me asking him questions while we play,” Iris replies, sending a quick game invite to Itadori’s screen.

Both Itadori and Choso stare at one another.

Choso points at himself.

Itadori nods and points at him.

“Me?” Choso asks in a bit of a confused voice.

“Well, I’ve known your little brother for two years now, but I don’t exactly know you, ” Iris explains. “In a way, I kinda felt like his far-away big sister, so I'm happy to know he's got someone looking after him. So how old are you?”

Choso sits up a little taller.

“I'm one hundred and fif—”

“The same age as you!” Itadori chirps, cutting Choso off. “He’s twenty five.”

He can not have his normie friends find out about curse spirits and all of that insanity.

Itadori’s just grateful Sukuna never appeared cackling at his cheek in the middle of an intense match to make a pass out of bad taste.

Choso looks absolutely confused, but he slowly nods in tandem with Itadori’s pleading nod.

“...yes, I am... twenty-five years old.”

“Sweet, same age,” Iris chirps, and that goofy little look shows up on Choso’s face again.

(What gives, dude?!)

“And you’ve never played a single game before?” she asks as they load into the next lobby.

“I like Life.”

“The board game?”

“Yeah.”

“I was so bad at that game.”

“The spinner can really put you in debt,” Choso agrees with a solemn nod—

And Iris giggles.

Itadori blinks.

As he departs his character from the sky bus at the location Iris placed on the map, his lips begin to pull down to a grimace.

He’s never heard her laugh like that.

Not even when she's put toxic guys to shame and made them rage quit in Call of Duty.

“How did you meet my younger brother?” Choso asks, suddenly emboldened by the laugh.

“We met in a Destiny 2 lobby, actually,” Iris explains happily. “He helped me with a few of my bigger raids. When I found out the kid was fifteen-something, I felt like I had to make sure no one was a jerk to him in any future lobbies.”

“So you protected him?” Choso murmurs with surprise.

“More like shepherded him through games, sorta like a—”

“—big sister would,” Choso finishes for her.

“Kind of! Like I said earlier, Yuuji’s a good kid. And he’s really solid at playing games.” Iris clears her throat. “Yuuji, six o’clock. There is a drop over there.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.”

“Yuuji.”

“Miss!” Itadori corrects. “I mean Miss!”

“Jesus, he acts like I’m fifty sometimes,” Iris bemoans, and Choso smirks.

“Yeah. He acts like I’m a hundred and fifty,” the older man cheekily replies, and Itadori scowls.

On Itadori’s screen, they watch as a potential enemy rounds the corner of the building Itadori’s looting —

He doesn't act fast enough to attack —

But suddenly they fall to their knees, before bursting into confetti with all of their items strewn about.

K.O.

They both hear Iris whistle from her microphone.

“Respect your elders, kid.”

“Thanks, Eye. I didn’t realize there were people on my spot,” Itadori chimes.

Yeah.

Because he’s too busy listening to Choso act like he’s going to eat the mic to get closer to Iris —

And the fact that his online friend, his very normal friend, is giggling the way some girls giggle whenever…

They look…

At Gojo-sensei.

Itadori stops moving his thumbs on the controller, too deep in thought to play as Iris carries them.

She's scoping perimeters while he's busy putting the puzzle pieces together.

He's blushing.

She's giggling.

His Mikasa Ackerman avatar gets shot down, and Iris is shouting that she's coming back to save him —

But his eyes are on the guy opposite to him on the couch staring intently.

Not at the game, no.

At Iris’ little avatar that shows up every time she speaks.

Her icon's a little chibi Lara Croft.

Kind of like his generic Lara Croft icon.

Some weirdly-fated choice in a sea of happenstances.

Huh.

Wait a second.

"Hey, Choso, do you mind taking over for me in the next game?"

Choso whips his attention, eyes widening with uncertainty. "Me?"

Iris laughs again, and Itadori sees it in real-time: that butterfly-in-your-stomach goofy face, smack dab on Choso's lips.

"I'm down if you're down, Choso."

Quickly he takes the glowing controller from his younger brother and straightens up. "I can learn."

"Just don't go running off on me on the map, alright?" Iris requests playfully. "Stick with me and we'll easily get to last twenty."

"I won't fail you," Choso promises with a nod.

Itadori crosses his arms, observing and listening to Iris explain the game gently to Choso.

Although she was just as gentle with him, Itadori can hear something different in her voice. It's like she's trying to get Choso to answer her so he can talk. She asks him questions that will get him to talk more and more, until they're having a full-blown conversation without Itadori in sight.

Interesting.

He likes her voice, that much he's deduced.

But does she like his voice, too?

Something's happening here.

The cogs are turning.

Maybe —

Just maybe —

Yuuji Itadori can actually be a real, bonafide wingman.

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

Caught in a terrifyingly twisted experiment, Y/N faces a captor obsessed with exploring the breaking point of the human mind. Not to mention that Y/N is also keeping a huge secret about the relationship between her and Itadori from two of her close friends… It'll definitely be one camping trip you'll never forget.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

one [Crimson]

two [Ruby] [NSFW]

three [Scarlet]

four [Burgundy]

five [Cherry]

six [Maroon]

seven [Vermilion]

eight [Rose]

nine [Raspberry]

ten [Mahogany] [NSFW]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN JJK OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 7, 5:00pm est)

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skelemen · 1 year ago

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Bloodhounds - Chapter 1/? (A JJK Fic)

real-life one punch man

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major and Minor Character Death Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Aged-Up Characters, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blind!Gojo, Suguru and Kenjaku are the same person in this, I swear this fic isn't about boxing Characters (in this chapter): Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Wasuke Word Count: 3,957 Originally posted to AO3, which you can check out here! Summary: Itadori Yuuji fights to earn money to help with his grandfather's debts. Kugisaki Nobara fights to make enough money to buy whatever she wants. Fushiguro Megumi fights to ensure that Gojo Satoru's zero-interest loans aren't exploited.

After Yuuji's grandfather is threatened by a predatory loan company called Rainbow Dragon Capital, Yuuji refuses to become a bloodhound that preys on the weak for those same kinds of loan sharks. Instead, he and Nobara accept a job from Gojo to offer security -- and companionship -- to Megumi. When things become more and more dangerous, can Yuuji still refuse to become a bloodhound if he wants to protect the ones he cares about?

Itadori Yuuji had a long day of training at the gym, the only way for him to get out the restlessness the night before something important. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he made his way home, gray hoodie pulled up over his pink hair and eyes focused on his phone as he scrolled through social media. It wasn’t even necessary to look up to see when he should stop walking, not when he’d taken that path so many times over the years. His steps automatically halted once he got to the bus stop, standing there patiently with a few others who were just trying to get home at such a late hour.

The February night was cold, and Yuuji’s breathing came out as foggy puffs of air. He shivered and looked up for the bus, grateful to see it pulling up. He patiently waited his turn to get on since a middle-aged man stumbled ahead of him, the heavy smell of alcohol filling the air whenever he passed. Yuuji frowned as he watched shaky hands search through the pockets of pants much too thin for the winter season.

“Can’t you just let me on?” The man slurred out, leaning against the railing of the bus. Yuuji looked down at his fare card, debating if he had enough money to cover the cost of this man’s ticket as well. He had to check his app to make sure. “Come on! I go-gotta get back home. I can’t walk that whole way!”

His phone chose that moment to start lagging again, slow from the age of it and busted up from rough use. Yuuji sighed softly, praying that it would just hurry up. He needed to get home himself.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t,” the meek voice of the elderly bus driver said. Yuuji knew this man, knew all about his family, knew all about their hardships and victories. That was what happened when someone as sociable as Yuuji took the same route home from the gym almost every single day for years.

“You fuuu-fucker!” The drunk man shouted, suddenly lurching toward the bus driver in an attempt to throttle him.

Yuuji jumped in surprise, and he shoved his phone into his pocket when he saw the scene unfolding. Before the drunk man could do any further damage, Yuuji pulled him off the bus and accidentally used too much strength, resulting in the drunk man stumbling and falling down. Since he hadn’t meant to use that much force, Yuuji started bowing and apologizing profusely to the drunk man.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit too harsh,” he said. “But I really can’t let you back on the bus after you attacked him. I’m sorry. You’ll have to walk tonight.”

That only further enraged the drunk man who pushed himself to his feet and then tried to throw a punch at Yuuji. The younger man easily dodged the fist as if it were a reflex, doing so again a second time just as easily. He then apologized once more with a smile and a small bow. The third punch was caught in his hand instead of dodged, and Yuuji squeezed it until the man was kneeling and crying in pain — but he still apologized while doing so.

He eventually managed to make his way onto the bus and back home, walking along the quiet streets of his neighborhood. Yuuji unlocked the door to his apartment quietly, unsure if his grandfather was already asleep or not. He knew all of the spots where their floors creaked, avoiding them skillfully.

“I know that I said I would be able to pay you back this month,” Yuuji heard his grandfather’s raspy voice coming from his bedroom, the door cracked open, “but I won’t be able to pay the rent for the cafe if I pay you back. Is there any way-”

Gramps was cut off by whoever he talked to on the other end of the phone — Yuuji suspected that it was his grandfather’s brother who had moved out of the country years ago — and there was a heavy sigh that followed the silence.

“Thank you,” Gramps said gruffly, and Yuuji was surprised. It took a lot for him to say such things, but with the large debt hanging over their heads it took a lot of money to help keep them from being homeless.

Yuuji quietly crept through the hallway until he was back in his bedroom. As much as his thoughts troubled him, going to the gym earlier had done its job of tiring him out. Once his head hit his pillows, the arms of sleep embraced him tightly and pulled him under.

The next afternoon, Yuuji leaned up against the ropes of a boxing ring as a cacophony of screams and cheers filled the stadium. His hands were wrapped tightly and shoved into gloves, and his mouth was jammed with the mouth guard to protect his teeth. He understood the mouth guard was required by the rules, but Yuuji didn’t really need it. It wasn’t a thought said out of cockiness, but rather pure sincerity.

And he wasn’t wrong.

The boxing tournament was one for the rookies of the local area, a prerequisite to the regional tournament. It had two divisions, one for men and one for women, with each division separated into only three to five basic weight classes. The local community for boxing wasn’t very large in Yuuji’s area, so some of the weight classes weren’t fully fleshed out and had to be combined with others to have enough boxers.

The first guy Yuuji faced was in his actual weight class, someone that he had trained and boxed in the past. He was very respectful to his opponent, making sure to touch gloves and bow deeply before the start of the round. However, the fight was over not long after it started.

His opponent knew that he had to move quickly if he wanted to land a punch on Yuuji, but that was a feat that no one had managed to achieve in years. Every jab and swing missed completely, even the ones that should have made contact with Yuuji. He made the mistake of looking at Yuuji’s face when one of his punches missed, and that was the opening that the patient boxer had been waiting for.

Yuuji used his left fist to slam forcefully into the space just under his opponent's ribs, taking a step back immediately after as he knowingly watched the other boxer crumple. His opponent groaned loudly, writhing in pain on the ring’s floor. Pink eyebrows furrowed in distress as Yuuji had to wait for the referee to call the match. As soon as they did, Yuuji rushed over to his opponent to help him to his feet, apologizing the whole time.

The second match was against someone in a weight class above him, but ultimately the outcome was the same as Yuuji’s first match. He allowed himself to dodge a few punches, waited for the perfect opportunity, then landed one solid punch with his left fist that won him the match.

The third match was to determine the winner of the weight class and division, and Yuuji made sure to wish his opponent good luck. The other man only shook his head and scoffed, refusing to even touch gloves with Yuuji. He didn’t let it get to him, though. Not when he already knew from watching his opponent’s fights that he would win.

And Yuuji did win, just as he knew he would. Every opponent was taken down with just a single punch, and not a single hit landed on him. The announcers told all of this to the roaring crowds as Yuuji bowed to them in all directions, but there was one part that they didn’t know to share since they couldn’t see it themselves. They would have had to be in the ring with Yuuji to see it.

The reason he waited until he made eye contact with his opponents before throwing the knockout punch was because he wanted them to see how apologetic he was over hurting them.

The women’s division fights happened after the men’s, and Yuuji found a seat with the other boxers around the ring so he could watch. He cheered and clapped for all the boxers, a little disappointed there were less of them than there had been in the men’s division. One of the boxers in particular seemed to be one to look out for, and the announcers over the loudspeakers agreed with his thoughts.

Kugisaki Nobara.

Yuuji wasn’t sure what to fully think of her, especially with the boastful way she celebrated each of her victories by climbing onto the ropes of the ring with her gloves held high above her head. But he found himself rooting for her to win. Unlike Yuuji, she ended her fights pretty banged up, blood dripping down her chin as she claimed her victory over the women’s division. He clapped and cheered excitedly for her, glad to see such a talented boxer come out on top.

Since Kugisaki’s injuries had to be examined by the league’s doctor before she could leave, Yuuji ended up waiting outside the room that was used for such matters. Everyone else had been filtering out of the stadium building for the past half hour, but he still stayed and waited patiently until the door creaked open. When he looked up from his phone, he saw Kugisaki prodding at the bruise on her face with an annoyed expression as the doctor yelled at her about how to care for her injuries.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said carelessly. “It’ll be fine, old man. Don’t worry about it.”

Yuuji jumped to his feet and smiled, causing Kugisaki to raise an eyebrow as she scanned over him. She was apprehensive as she said, “What do you want?”

“Congratulations on your victory!” Yuuji said earnestly. “I wanted to ask if you would like to go grab some food together.”

“What?” Kugisaki asked, the apprehension turning towards disgust. “Are you trying to ask me out?”

He shook his head quickly with wide eyes, not realizing that it would have come off such a way.

“Oh, uh, no! I asked everyone else, but they all told me no,” Yuuji said with a nervous laugh, rubbing at the back of his head and finally breaking eye contact with her. Some of them hadn’t been especially kind when they turned him down, but he wasn’t sure what he had done to upset them. “I was going to pay with half of my prize earnings, but it’s alright if you don’t want to.”

Kugisaki visibly brightened, a smile finally pulling across her face, and she said to him, “Why didn’t you say so, dear friend?” She walked towards him and landed a light punch on his shoulder. “I’m Kugisaki Nobara, but you can just call me Nobara. We’re already such good friends, you know? And you’re Itadori Yuuji, the real-life One Punch Man.”

Yuuji winced but still nodded in agreement with the sentiment. He told her, “I guess you could call me that. What would you like to eat?”

“Prime rib!” She immediately said. “And stop speaking so formally! Not really a point to it.”

“Pay for the prime rib yourself then,” Yuuji replied after being told to stop speaking so formally, scoffing at the idea of such an expensive meal. “I was thinking barbecue. There’s a grilling place nearby where you cook your own meats.” Nobara pursed her lips over not getting prime rib, but she shrugged and agreed that barbecue would do. The two of them headed off together, slowly getting to know one another.

* * * *

“So if you’re using half of the prize money to pay for lunch, then what are you using the other half for?” Nobara asked as she leaned back in her chair and watched Yuuji work his magic on the grill.

“My grandfather has a lot of debt from medical treatments when he was sick, so I’m going to help him with that,” Yuuji answered honestly, smiling to himself over being able to do so.

Nobara didn’t seem as happy, though.

“Where are your parents?”

“Oh, they died when I was really young. Gramps pretty much raised me, and I want to help take care of him now that he needs it,” he said, picking up some of the meat from the grill and placing it on the plate in front of her. “It’s really only me and Gramps ever since his brother moved out of the country. He found a job that would be better than anything he can find here with the economy.”

Nobara bit into the meat, moaning in appreciation over the delicious food. “You’re really good at this. How is this so perfectly cooked?”

“What about your parents?” Yuuji asked without answering her question, layering more meat onto the grill before taking a bite of the one on his own plate while he waited.

“Ah, mine are dead, too.”

He nodded in understanding, realizing that maybe the two of them had a lot more in common than he had originally thought. Yuuji asked her, “When did you start boxing?”

“Honestly, not long after they died. You?”

“The same. It helped a lot.”

Now Nobara nodded, mimicking the way he had previously. She was coming to the same conclusion that he was, and she had already claimed that they were friends now. Friends could ask their friends about their fighting techniques. So she did.

“Why do you only use your left hand?”

Yuuji thought about it for a moment, then answered honestly, “Because I don’t need to use my right.”

“What?!” Nobara yelled out. “That’s really ballsy of you to say!”

“No, no, no! I don’t mean it like that,” he told her, waving his hands in front of him. “I just mean it sincerely. I’ve never had to use my right.”

She didn’t seem necessarily placated by this, but she did eat her meat in silence for a few moments. It was the longest she’d been quiet since the two of them had greeted each other outside the medical room. It also didn’t last, the two of them falling into comfortable chatter with each other.

An hour and a half later, the two of them sat at a bus stop completely stuffed. Since no one else had agreed to come eat food with them, Yuuji and Nobara had been able to order more meat than usual for themselves. There were posters placed on the side of one of the bus stop walls, and Yuuji scanned over them just to fill the time as he waited for the bus to arrive. One of them was for a company called Rainbow Dragon Capital, and the loans they offered sounded really affordable. He reached out to pull the piece of paper down and kept reading over it, trying to see if there were any catches.

“Hey, don’t even think about it,” Nobara told him, pulling the piece of paper out of his hand and crumpling it up. She shoved it into the pocket of her sweatpants so that he couldn’t get it back. “All those companies are just loan sharks that would chew you up. Don’t bother with any of them, okay?”

“That seemed like a really good deal, though,” Yuuji said with a sigh, leaning back once more. “It can’t be that bad.”

“I mean it, Yuuji. Don’t borrow money from any of those companies. If it seems like a really good deal, then it’s probably the worst of them all,” she told him. “And with how bad the economy is right now, the loan sharks are even more vicious.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t,” Yuuji groaned. The bus came over the hill, so he stood up and stretched out his body. The fights and the full meal made him tired. “How do you know all this anyway?”

Nobara shook her head at him and sighed in disappointment, then said, “You really need to learn some things before you start taking out loans from random people, dude. Get some fucking street smarts before somebody scams you.”

The two exchanged numbers so that they could stay in touch, and they parted ways once she got off the bus near her apartment. His own stop wasn’t far behind, but it was enough time that the sun had finally set. When he got off the bus, Yuuji pulled his hood up again to help chase away the cold. After living in the same place for the majority of one’s life, they pick up on things that are routine and normal. Such as when a neighbor will be home, who cars belong to, and more. Yet as Yuuji walked down his neighborhood’s streets, he didn’t recognize a few of the cars that lined the sides of it. It was odd, but something that he simply shrugged off as he continued on his way home.

The floor below the apartment that Yuuji and Gramps lived in was a cafe owned by the elderly man. As Yuuji got closer, he could tell that most of the lights were off except those in the back, so he used his keys to let himself in the bottom floor instead of heading upstairs.

Locking the door again behind him, Yuuji called out, “Gramps? You down here?”

He found his grandfather in the back office, hanging up the landline that he refused to get rid of. The older man stood up and asked, “So? How did you do?”

“I won!” Yuuji said, smiling brightly and holding up the envelope with the remainder of his prize money. His grandfather clapped him on the shoulder, but then Yuuji took the wrinkled hand and gently placed the envelope in the palm of it. “This is for you. To help pay back your brother.”

Gramps frowned, trying to shove the envelope back into Yuuji’s hands, but he refused to accept it back. “What are you doing? You won this, so you should keep it for yourself.”

“I won it so that I could help you. Take it,” Yuuji insisted. It took a few more minutes of back and forth, but Gramps finally relented with an annoyed groan as he threw the money on his desk. Yuuji felt like he could breathe easier, and he whispered in relief, “Thank you.”

He didn’t have anything else to do for the next few days following the tournament, and when Yuuji tried going to the gym to train he got turned away. His coach told him that he needed to rest for the remainder of the week after training so hard for the tournament. Since he won, he deserved it even more.

“What am I supposed to do though?” He asked, face innocently confused.

“Rest, Itadori! Do absolutely nothing until this time next week,” his coach said, shoving him out the front doors of the gym.

The idea of doing absolutely nothing made Yuuji anxious. It was the same reason he had worked out the night before the tournament. Doing absolutely nothing meant he was left with his thoughts, which were mainly occupied with what he could do next to make enough money so Gramps didn’t have to stress or borrow anymore. It was already hard for the old man to ask for help, but having to do it so many times was wounding his pride.

Yuuji pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found who he was looking for. With how long the phone rang, he thought that his call wasn’t going to be answered. But then he heard a very sleepy, “Hello? Yuuji?”

“You’re still sleeping? It’s almost lunchtime,” he said, pulling his phone away from his face to check the actual time.

“Some of us got the shit beat out of us yesterday, asshole,” Nobara complained. He heard the sound of her rolling over in bed through the line, and she groaned in pain the whole time. “What do you want?”

“Let’s hang out,” he said earnestly, really hoping that she would say yes.

It took some convincing, but eventually Nobara sent him her address and told him if he wasn’t there in ten minutes then she was going back to sleep. He told her that wasn’t a problem and hung up so he could look up where she lived.

On the way there Yuuji walked through a quiet little neighborhood. At least it was quiet until he saw what appeared to be a homeless guy running as fast as he could through the intersection Yuuji was headed toward. He raised an eyebrow at the sight, but he otherwise continued walking in the same direction. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that Yuuji considered something might be wrong when another guy dressed in all black with a cap on his head ran in the same direction, yelling out curses and insults. One thing was clear, he was chasing after the homeless guy with the intent to hurt him.

Yuuji didn’t think twice before he started running in the same direction, turning the corner so fast he almost tripped. In just those few seconds, he had somehow lost the two of them. He could hear their footsteps echoing from somewhere nearby, but the neighborhood was full of alleys and side paths. Eventually he stopped running when he no longer heard the echoing footsteps, and he spun around in a circle about to accept that he had lost them.

But then he heard a shout of pain, and Yuuji rushed to it immediately. On the ground he found the guy who had been running away, now groaning quietly in pain. Yuuji checked him over until he saw that he was okay then stood up and searched for the other guy, finding him walking away further up the road without even looking back.

“Hey!” Yuuji called out, chasing after him.

When the guy turned around, Yuuji saw black hair peeking out from under his cap and dark blue-green eyes peering over the top of a black face mask. Immediately, the other guy took off in an attempt to lose Yuuji in the maze of buildings that this neighborhood consisted of. He didn’t give up, though, pumping his arms and legs even faster to catch up to him.

What he wasn’t expecting was for the guy to jump out of a side alley right as Yuuji passed by, shoving something into his side. All of his muscles tensed up to the point of being painful, and a jolting pain shot up his whole spine. It bounced around in his head until it felt like his brain was going to vibrate out of his skull. He fell limp to the ground before he could catch himself, and then the masked guy was straddling him.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, pushing the taser underneath Yuuji’s chin but not pressing the button to make it activate. That didn’t stop Yuuji from tensing up anyway.

“I-I just came to help,” Yuuji answered honestly.

“What do you mean help?” The guy on top of him practically spat out.

“I just thought that other guy was in trouble, so I wanted to help him.”

“Stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you,” the masked guy said. “That guy is not someone who needs your help. He’s a fucking scumbag.”

Yuuji frowned up at him, but then the taser pushed into his side again. It was activated for a long time, long enough that he thought he might pass out from the pain. In fact, he found himself drifting off. Hopefully he woke up before Nobara’s ten minutes were up.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #yuuji itadori fanfic #nobara kugisaki fanfic #megumi fushiguro fanfic #jjk angst #jjk itadori #jjk nobara #jjk megumi #write #my writing

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frenchcoucou · 4 months ago

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brothers 彡

ac: Meriatyxx

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gojosprettyprincess · 4 months ago

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Not proofread

Choso would def be dominant sub because as soon as he finds out what sex is and how fucking good and pleasurable having your cunt squeezing around his cock soo tight and warm felt, it drove him so fucking mindless and crazy, You'd have to take breaks from having sex with him so many times just because of his lack of control the second his cock is nestled in your velvet walls.

He'd fuck you till your poor body is overstimulated and lifeless and he'd manhandle you so easily and twist your body in whatever position his cock was aching to fuck you absolutely stupid in while he's a whimpering mess, moaning and crying into the crook of your neck, apologizing over and over to you pathetically for his lack of control, telling you again and again "M'sorry, m'sorry!, m'so fucking sorry baby, I'll do better next time I-hah! promise" as you held onto his broad shoulders for dear life, scraping and digging anger red marks into his flesh as your eyes roll to the back of your head with drool dripping down your chin.

Choso loves it when you guide him and teach him new things that are considered "pleasurable", he loves making you moan his name and cumming on his cock- it boosts his ego soo much that he can make you feel that good and satisfied to the point where your gushing cum everywhere but at the same time he gets so needy and fucked out when he has your cunt leaking and making a filthy mess on his cock. It makes him wanna do it again and again till eventually, you're both a crying mess.

A strong wave of pleasure and guilt washes over him as he ruts his cock up into your snugly cunt with all his power, strong hands gripping your waist firmly to keep you still while his cock bullies it's way into your cunt from below everytime he thrusts himself into you, the angry tip grazing against your g-spot over and over as he uses your poor body with shame. His lips shamelessly latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud, sucking your nipple as if it was producing milk for him to stay alive. There's no fucking way in hell he could ever control himself when he's inside of you.

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alexiroflife · 6 months ago

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"you can smile?!"

crack, fluff, yuji & megumi <3

kento nanami x reader

Synopsis: you're a no-nonsense woman with a thick, rigid exterior... of course, until your husband shows up

to sum it up: yuji can't comprehend the shift in your aura when nanami comes around

WC: 931

Warning(s): none

"(Y/n) sensei sure is scary, huh?"

Itadori cups a hand over his mouth to whisper to Megumi, watching wearily as you stand afar with your hands on your hips and phone to your ear, surveying your surroundings coldly for the mission you have been sent to supervise with the boys.

"You think so?" Megumi asks tiredly, following Yuji's gaze.

"Duh! I mean, look at her!" the pink-haired vessel hisses. "She's always so serious."

Just then you throw a piercing glare their way over your shoulder, thoroughly irritated by Gojo's voice yapping nonsense to you over the phone as he explains that Yaga has sent another colleague en route to your location.

Yuji shivers, horrified that your glare is directed toward him and Fushiguro when in reality you are staring harshly in no particular direction. Something Gojo says on the call makes you suddenly twitch with anger, and you're barking nonsense into the speaker furiously as the strongest sorcerer chuckles in amusement on the other end before hanging up.

Megumi sweatdrops. "In her defense, anyone would react like that talking to that idiot."

"No, but she's on another level. It always feels like she's two seconds away from snapping!"

You tuck your phone into your pocket with a harsh sigh and pinched brows, making your way back over to the boys with that everpresent sternness in your mannerisms. Yuji pulls away from Megumi, straightening his hands at his sides. "Alright you two, sit tight," you speak firmly. "Another sorcerer is on their way."

"Yes ma'am!" Yuji straightens himself and solutes, Megumi rolling his eyes.

"Why do we need another sorcerer here?" the spiky haired teen asks.

"There may have been a miscalculation of the overall case's severity. They're sending someone else for backup to handle a different task in the same location while we focus on ours," you explain stiffly, tense eyes scattering over the seemingly empty high school for any further strange activity.

"Oh. Who's coming, then?"

As soon as the question leaves Itadori's mouth, you see your blonde-haired, well-dressed spouse step into view from afar. The three of you look over, finding Nanami swiftly approaching.

"Oh, hey! It's Nanami!" Yuji stretches out his arm to wave. "NANAMI! OVER HERE!"

"Stop yelling," Megumi scolds.

Kento shakes his head when he arrives, stepping close to your side. "I could already see you when I was walking over, Itadori," he says stiffly.

Itadori huffs, imagining that this mission will be twice as stressful now that the world's most formal sorcerer is accompanying you, the human embodiment of sincere grit, but when he looks back up at you, the tightness in your face has completely melted away when you look over at your husband.

The said man turns to you, hand meeting your lower back gently as he leans in to kiss your cheek softly. "Hello, sweetheart," he greets affectionately, and you... smile?? Your eyes soften and your cheeks warm, mannerisms completely shifting into those of a love-stricken schoolgirl under Nanami's gaze, making you look almost unrecognizable.

"Hi, honey," you say sweetly, the usual surliness in your intimidating tone nowhere to be found. Nanami's lips curl up slightly, a gentle smile gracing his face.

Yuji's jaw hits the floor and Megumi scrunches his nose in confusion, watching the two of you gaze at each other.

"WH-" Yuji stammers, pointing an accusing finger at you. "WHAT WAS THAT?"

You turn to look at the boy and sigh, hand connecting with your hip again as you raise a brow, normal demeanor slightly returning. "What are you talking about, Yuji?"

"Just then! You- You looked happy!" he shouts. "And you can smile?! NANAMI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"

"Shut up, Itadori," Megum warns again harshly, and you snort.

"Do I not look like a person who can feel joy?"

The boy's eyes dart between you, Nanami's hand still resting on your back as the two of you stare at him with blank faces, the brief intimacy of your shared moment having vanished.

Megumi butts in as Itadori's brain fries itself attempting to understand what he's looking at. "I don't think you want him to answer that question."

"I wasn't aware that you've never seen (Y/n) and I greet each other," Nanami says curtly.

"I mean- no I haven't?!" Yuji exclaims. "I knew you were married, but I just figured you two showed affection by shaking hands!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Just because we take our jobs seriously doesn't mean we're robots," Kento says, in fact, very robotically.

Yuji grips his hair in torment, his shock rendering him speechless and unsure of how to process the situation.

You roll your eyes, turning over your shoulder to walk in the direction of the school's entrance. "Come on, you two. Enough dawdling, we have work to do," you direct sternly.

Your blonde partner follows close beside you, guiding you by your waist and looking down at you to say something the boys can't hear while you walk ahead. Your shoulders jump with a soft giggle, a sound completely foreign to the first years' ears. Yuji reels.

"Hurry up, you two!" you call out, tone once again, firm.

Itadori stands still with his back slumped and his brain scrambled, staring ahead quizzically. Megumi glances at him and scoffs an amused breath, slapping his hand on his back and walking forward. "Let's go."

Itadori jerks and looks up, baffled. "Huh? Megumi, don't tell me you think this is normal!"

"It's fine, you'll get over it."

"But I can't! I feel like the world's been thrown off balance!"

"You're so dramatic."

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sqtorux · 4 months ago

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ · too salty for your heart!

⤿ adding too much salt in their food on purpose!! that's so mean :cc

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.

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ravewoodx · 2 years ago

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#jjk yuji #jjk yuuji #jjk itadori #jjk sukuna #sukuna #yuuji itadori fanfic #yuuji itadori #yuji itadori #jujutsu yuji #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jujutsu kaisen

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kodaiki · 1 year ago

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┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ; ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor length: 1/?? note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3 taglist details: CURRENTLY CLOSED !!

to be added to the taglist, leave a reply on the MASTERLIST post of the smau (this post!)! the capacity is 50 users so pls be mindful of that!

[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!!]

PROFILES ↳ y/n's besties ↳ gojo's group ↳ others

ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?

TWO – the deal

THREE – he will be a pain in the ass

FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore

FIVE – act like you like her

SIX – meeting and matching hoodies

SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party

EIGHT – interrupted movie night

NINE – angus disapproves

TEN – the interview

ELEVEN – it’s giving jealousy

TWELVE – breaking out

THIRTEEN – besties united

FOURTEEN – good night, loser

FIFTEEN – the audition

SIXTEEN – try again?

SEVENTEEN – sleepover

EIGHTEEN – sugar daddy

NINETEEN – we’re booked!

TWENTY – lego flowers

TWENTY & A HALF – friends?

TWENTY ONE – in denial

TWENTY TWO – invitations sent!

TWENTY THREE – i’m literally home

TWENTY FOUR – roommativersary party pt. 1

TWENTY FIVE – roommativersary party pt. 2 ─ BONUS – maki and shoko's texts after the party ─ BONUS – texts from shoko and suguru to gojo

TWENTY SIX – two months later…

TWENTY SEVEN – new character unlocked

TWENTY EIGHT – get her a grammy ─ BONUS – y/n's texts with suguru

TWENTY-NINE – sleepovers n skincare

THIRTY – let’s be honest…

THIRTY-ONE – coming to terms

THIRTY-TWO – satoru and y/n being sickeningly sweet

THIRTY-THREE – it’s like a reward

THIRTY-FOUR – worst news ever

THIRTY-FIVE – terrible plan

THIRTY-SIX – daily shenanigans

THIRTY-SEVEN – house sitting?

THIRTY-EIGHT – i have an idea

THIRTY-NINE – satoru’s feelings

FORTY – otp central + kento

FORTY-ONE – left on read

FORTY-TWO – a storm brewing

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gojoallmine · 1 year ago

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「 ✦ acting single online prank ✦ 」

summary: you post something on your social media about being single or wanting a boyfriend. here's your boyfriend's reaction.

pairings: gojo x f!reader, megumi x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, yuuji x f!reader, suguru x f!reader, toge x f!reader

cw: cussing, mentions of dying

michi: idk why i always get a little horny when writing nanami, there's just something about that man...

masterlist

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pixelscutz · 4 months ago

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! megumi fushiguro boyfriend headcannons ˚⟡˖ ࣪

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- love language is a small gifts or gestures of affection,, such as cooking your favorite meal while your on your period

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- yapper gf + listener bf

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - turns red whenever you flirt with him,, stumbles over his words whenever you say something a little sexual

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- goes mute during a argument instead of yelling back at you

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- always listens to your wife of the story on everything (secretly thinks it’s your fault sometimes,, but always supports you)

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- loves giving you hugs from behind so you don’t get to see how happy he is

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - his dogs are absolutely obsessed with you,, will never leave you alone

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- extremely protective over you

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- lays his head onto your lap whenever he needs to take a quick nap

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- apart of the sassy men apocalypse without knowing

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- not a big person with PDA at first but will warm up to it eventually

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- despite his cold personality,, he’s extremely honest and loyal with you and would never leave your side

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year ago

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10 | Mahogany

Warning! Sexual Content!

Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

The Encounter

"I will be." You grin softly, being optimistic despite everything you went through.

As he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, you can't help the heat that rushes to your face. He pulls away, leaving you with butterflies and a fuzzy warmth that fills your chest. "Good."

Just as you begin to relax, Nobara enters the room holding a few beers. With a mischievous grin, she cracks them open one by one and hands them out to everyone. As she hands you the cold beer, you can't help but appreciate the refreshing scent. "I have never wanted to drink so much in my life," you tell her.

"Me either," she responds with a laugh.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Fushiguro admits, holding his beer like a grenade. "I mean, after everything that's happened..."

Nobara rolls her eyes. "Don't be a baby, Fushiguro," she teases. "We've been through a lot and we deserve a reward."

"I get the worst hangover out of all of us," Fushiguro grumbles.

Itadori laughs and shakes his head. "Come on, Fushiguro. Just this once, won't hurt, will it?"

Fushiguro looks at the three of you for a moment, weighing his options before groaning. "Fine."

You smile as the three of them sit down, feeling a sense of contentment for the first time in a while.

After a few drinks, Fushiguro breaks the comfortable silence saying, "We all smell bad."

Itadori laughs, "You're not wrong."

Nobara sighs and shakes her head. "Well, we just spent the whole weekend in the woods getting rained on. What did you expect?"

"True," Itadori agrees.

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower," you announce, setting your empty can on the coffee table.

"You remember where it is, right?" Fushiguro asks. You've been to his house a hundred times before. You hope your friends don't think you're that traumatized.

"Yes," you tell him. "But if you hear screaming, call the cops."

Everyone chuckles at that, and you head off towards the bathroom.

Turning the hot water on, you undress and wait for the room to get steamy. You climb in the shower and sigh at the feeling of hot water beating down on your sore muscles. After spending the weekend in a whole bunch of uncomfortable situations, it feels amazing.

***

Later that night, you find yourself staying awake in one of the dark spare rooms in Fushiguro's house. There's no way you're sleeping alone after everything you just went through. Now, it's been an hour and sleep still hasn't come to you. You're so tired, but still too jumpy from the events of the weekend.

So, sneaking quietly out of your room and down the hall, you make your way towards Itadori's room. You knock quietly and wait. After a few moments, he opens the door looking just as sleepy as you. "Everything alright?" he whispers.

"Yeah, I just... I'm having trouble sleeping," you explain. "Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

Itadori grins softly and nods. "Not at all."

You slip inside, closing the door behind you. He has a twin-sized bed pushed up against one wall. You crawl under the blankets, and he follows suit, curling his arms around your waist. His breath is hot against your ear as he pulls you closer.

"Thank you for coming after me," you whisper.

"Don't mention it." He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. "I would never stop looking until I found you."

You turn your head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. He kisses you again, and this time it's different.

This time, it's deeper, more intense.

Your body reacts to his touch immediately, and you're overcome with a desire that you've never felt before.

The feeling is overwhelming, and you can't help but gasp.

His hands run up your sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation, letting out a moan.

"God, I'd be lost without you, Y/N," he murmurs against your neck, planting gentle kisses along your skin.

His words send shivers through you, and you let out another gasp.

"Me too."

He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, and you shudder.

"Yuuji..."

"Do you want this?"

"Yes."

He leans over you, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'll protect you. No matter what."

Your heart beats faster, and you can feel your pulse pounding in your veins.

He kisses you deeply, and you lose yourself in the moment.

After all, this is everything you've ever wanted.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Yuuji."

And then he's on top of you, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips.

And you're drowning in him.

Your body is burning, your mind is spinning, and your heart is racing.

It feels so good.

So right.

So perfect.

And the world melts away as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

But the only thing that matters now is him.

You can feel your body responding to him, your heartbeat quickening, your skin heating up, your breath catching in your throat.

His hands are all over you, caressing every inch of your body.

He kisses you hungrily, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. His hand travels down beneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, finding the spot between your thighs.

"Fuck..." you moan.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers back. "So perfect."

His fingers circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You arch your back, gasping for air.

"Yuuji," you breathe, "I need more."

He chuckles softly, sliding down and pulling your shorts and panties off. Then, he makes a bit of a mess of the small bed before settling between your legs.

You gasp when he buries his face between your thighs. His tongue finds your clit, and he licks at it hungrily, sending electricity through your body.

You cry out, your hands tangling in his hair.

He sucks on your clit, and you moan.

"Yuuji, please..."

His hands grip your hips, and he holds you in place, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit.

Your legs tremble, and your breathing becomes ragged. Your whole body tenses, and you can feel an orgasm building.

"Please, Yuuji, I'm gonna..."

He continues to lick and suck, his pace increasing.

You cry out as the pleasure builds, your muscles tightening. Your toes curl, and you come hard. The orgasm rolls over you in waves, leaving you panting and breathless. He continues to lap at your juices, lapping up every drop.

You finally manage to catch your breath, and he looks up at you with a smile.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too," you reply, returning his smile.

"Think you could manage some sleep now?" he asks, giving your inner thigh a playful squeeze.

You nod, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"I'll try my best," you tell him.

He crawls up beside you, and you snuggle against him, enjoying his warmth.

As he wraps his arms around you, you can't help but smile.

He's always been there for you, even when things seemed hopeless.

And now, here he is, holding you, comforting you, making sure that you're okay.

He's everything you could ever ask for, and more.

And you can't imagine your life without him.

"Good night, Yuuji," you whisper.

"Good night, Y/N," he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The Encounter

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Bloodhounds - Chapter 2/? (A JJK Fic)

Originally posted to AO3, which you can check out here!

Summary: Megumi updates Satoru on one of the borrowers of his zero-interest loans. Yuuji and Nobara go shopping and discuss what they should value as boxers.

The neighborhood was quiet at that time of day, so the only sounds heard were sneakers hitting the concrete as two people ran through the streets — one trying their very best to escape the other. Fushiguro Megumi had no intent to let his target escape, even if he had to chase this guy all day and night. Judging by the distance that started to lessen, Megumi didn’t think he would have to chase him for even another thirty minutes. He just wanted to get his hands on Yoshino Junpei to help make his own day a little bit better.

“Get back here, you stupid fuck!”

When he finally did catch him, it was by tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around for a few seconds before Megumi had Yoshino pinned beneath him. He threw one, two, three alternating punches in quick succession, not all of them hitting exactly where he aimed. Yoshino groaned in pain beneath him, and Megumi pulled out the taser he kept on him for moments like this. The scum beneath him spasmed for a few seconds until he went entirely limp.

Megumi grabbed his wrist, looking at the watch there. He shrugged indifferently, pulled it off Yoshino, and shoved it into his pocket. He pat Yoshino down further, finding a stack of IDs in his pocket. Megumi’s scowl deepened, and he shoved the IDs into his own pocket as well before walking away. There wasn’t much else he could do for now, but Megumi was just happy to have achieved that small feat on his own. He could try again later on a different day whenever Yoshino had the rest of his group with him.

“Hey!”

He turned around to find a guy with pink hair charging down the road at him, and Megumi was surprised he hadn’t heard him until that point.

Is this guy friends with Yoshino? Megumi thought to himself.

He didn’t have much longer than that to consider it before he started running away as fast as he could. The pink-haired guy kept up incredibly well, though. That was… until a perfect blind spot approached over the top of the hill, and Megumi shoved himself into the small space between two of the buildings before the other man could round the corner.

It was easy to push the taser into the pink-haired guy’s side and press the button. It was even easier to straddle the guy with all of his weight and press the taser under his chin threateningly.

He didn’t expect the answers he got from the guy, though. Who involves themselves in other people’s business in such a manner? Yoshino could have robbed Megumi two neighborhoods over, and this guy would never have known such a thing. By all means, Yoshino was technically a thief.

“Stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you,” Megumi told him. “That guy is not someone who needs your help. He’s a fucking scumbag.”

Before the guy beneath him could say anything further, he activated the taser again until he passed out. Megumi started to finally walk away, but then he sighed and looked over his shoulder at the guy. There was no way to know for sure that he was friends with Yoshino, and the scene between the two of them probably looked bad to a passerby. So Megumi rolled his eyes and picked the guy up off the ground and positioned him against a nearby wall so that he was comfortable.

Instead of walking, Megumi decided he should get away faster in case the persistent guy woke up sooner than expected. He seemed rather heavy when Megumi tried to move him, but it had to have been muscle mass. If the other guy dodged Megumi’s punches so easily and he was that in shape, Megumi could only assume that he would lose in a fight against him. So jogging back to the bookshop it was.

The bookshop was in a building filled with other tiny shops and businesses, cramped hallways, and dim lights. It had a slight smell to it, but one that Megumi had gotten accustomed to over the many years he’d gone there. A bell rang over the shop door when he walked inside while removing his mask, and soft talking drifted toward him from further in the shop. He followed the sound to find a woman sitting on one of the couches extending a thick envelope out in front of her.

“I am so grateful that you helped me when my son was sick, and I wanted to pay you back as quickly as I could,” she said, her voice wobbling from the overwhelming emotions she felt. It was a common scene to Megumi, but it didn’t stop his heart from panging each time. “This is the full amount I owe you. Thank you again. Thank you so much.”

“That’s really not necessary,” the person across from her said. Gojo Satoru had one of his ankles resting on the other knee, and dark, round sunglasses hid his eyes from anyone who tried to get a glimpse of them, a metal framework blocking those glimpses from the side. “I already told you that it’s a zero-interest loan, and I don’t need you to pay me back any time soon. You need the money more than I do during a time like this. Your concern should be on your son’s recovery instead of how you’re going to pay your bills.”

The woman shook her head, sniffing quietly but still smiling as she said, “It’s because of your generosity that I was able to do that. Now he’s all better, and we’re completely caught up on our loans and bills. So I really can’t thank you enough, Gojo.”

Satoru smiled and waved it off again, but Megumi appeared at the woman’s side and bowed slightly to her. She looked up at him in question as he extended out his hands with his palms up. He told her, “Gojo won’t accept it himself, so I can take it and put it away. Thank you very much for paying us back. Don’t hesitate to let us know if you need help in the future.”

Once she handed over the money to him, she stood up and bowed a few times toward Satoru. Megumi helped show her out of the bookshop, locking the door behind her. He tucked the envelope into his back pocket and returned to where Satoru was still reclined on the other couch. His smile had dropped away to that almost sad expression that Megumi had seen him wear when he thought no one was around to see it.

He intentionally made noise as he approached again, causing Satoru to turn in his direction and frown deeper. Megumi dropped onto the couch with a groan, putting his feet up on the coffee table between the two of them.

“Where have you been?” Satoru asked.

“Out,” Megumi replied, pulling out his phone to check his notifications.

“Were you fighting again?”

He took a very loud and very long deep breath before exhaling just as dramatically, dropping his phone onto his stomach.

“I was following that Yoshino guy that still hasn’t paid you back the money he borrowed,” Megumi admitted, narrowing his eyes as he waited for the complaints Satoru would throw his way.

But instead of immediately complaining, Satoru crossed his arms and asked, “What did you do?”

Megumi snorted and pulled the watch from his pocket, tossing it into Satoru’s lap. He said, “I took his fancy watch from him since it should cover the cost.”

“I’m pretty sure this will more than cover the cost of what he borrowed, Megumi.” He sounded disappointed and frustrated, but Megumi shrugged and yanked the watch back from Satoru’s fingers still tracing over the details. “You should return it to him.”

“Plus interest, then,” Megumi said. “I’m not returning it.”

Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to stop the frustrated sigh that escaped him. He told Megumi, “You’ve got to stop doing this. Going out searching for fights? I thought you moved past this in middle school.”

“I’ll stop when you stop giving out zero-interest loans to people,” the younger man said dully, pushing himself to his feet and moving as if he were going to leave. Both of them knew that Satoru wouldn’t stop, so Megumi wouldn’t stop either when people tried to take advantage of the man who raised him.

“Why are you really following Yoshino?” Satoru asked, causing Megumi to stop in his tracks. “I know it’s not over ¥ 75,000 because that’s nothing compared to some of the other loans I’ve given out.”

Megumi didn’t want to tell Satoru about it because he knew Satoru would only try to convince him to leave it alone. Some things just couldn’t be left alone to fester and infect everyone else, though. It wasn’t fair. So if Megumi had to heat the blade and amputate the wound, then so be it.

“Yoshino and some others are scamming the homeless in the area by stealing their IDs,” he said, turning around to face Satoru with crossed arms. “Then they’re taking those IDs and borrowing millions of yen a day.”

Satoru’s mouth formed a tighter and tighter line the more Megumi explained, and he shook his head once the explanation was finished. He said firmly, “You need to leave these people alone, Megumi. These are not the kind of people you want to get involved with.”

Megumi rolled his eyes at the dramatics of it all, a soft scoff escaping him. Satoru ripped his sunglasses off at that and looked in Megumi’s direction with narrowed eyes.

“Even I couldn’t fight guys like these on my own. You know what happened when I tried.”

His narrowed eyes were foggy, clouds swirling over the top of once bright blue eyes. All along the skin of his eyelids were jagged scars that stood out pink as if the tissue was agitated. Megumi frowned at the sight of them, grateful that Satoru was unable to see his reaction to the scars. It was a brutal reminder of a painful history that Satoru had to bear, one that carved him into who he was.

“I hate when you use your blindness against me,” Megumi said without any emotion.

“Did it work?”

“No,” he called out over his shoulder as he walked away, plans of heading home in mind.

Satoru sighed softly, letting his head fall back as he played with the sunglasses in his hands. Megumi had always been headstrong when it came to matters such as these, never changing his mind until it was he who was ready to change it. So if he couldn’t change Megumi’s mind, then maybe he could help out the younger man in other ways. Only one solid idea came to mind, and Satoru pulled his phone out of the pocket of his black slacks. Using the phone’s assistant, he asked it to dial up an old friend.

“Hey, man. I know it’s been a while,” he said, a smile instantly stretching across his lips if even for only a few seconds. “I need your help with something. I’m looking to hire someone.” He paused as someone spoke on the other end of the phone. “A skilled fighter — with a good heart! Someone who can look out for Megumi and maybe even be a friend to him.”

* * * *

Hours after the incident with the masked guy and the homeless man, Yuuji and Nobara were out shopping. Well, it would have been more accurate to say that Nobara shopped and Yuuji carried her shopping bags for her. He had been easily convinced to do so when she kept whining about how sore she was and showing off all her bruises. At least she paid for the coffee that they stopped for in the warm building away from the winter winds.

“Even if he’s just in it for the money, why does that matter? He’s still really good at what he does,” Nobara said, referencing one of the boxers that they were discussing.

“So you think making money is the only thing that should matter?” He asked her, mixing the whipped cream on top of his drink fully into the coffee.

“I value the money I make from the fights I win,” Nobara said, shrugging. “I only care about continuing on so that I can win more and more money until I can buy whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I want.”

Yuuji pursed his lips as he considered it, but then he shook his head. He told her, “A boxer should value being kind and honest, fighting with honor and integrity, and never giving up. That’s what it means to have the heart of a boxer — that’s the kind of person I want to be.”

Nobara made a face and laughed softly at him.

“You got so serious all of a sudden. Shouldn’t you care more about money with your current situation?” She asked, taking an obnoxiously long and loud sip from her drink through her straw with her eyebrows raised high. “What else are you even doing right now besides boxing? For like work.”

“I do parcel deliveries every now and then. It’s good cardio, and the muscles I work out doing it help with my balance,” Yuuji said, head tilting up as he tried to remember all the other jobs he had done in the past. “I don’t really like kids, but I worked at a kindergarten for a little bit. It shut down so that isn’t an option anymore. I help out in Gramps’ cafe on the rare occasion it’s busy, but he doesn’t like it when I do because he feels guilty about needing the help.”

“How much is the prize from the regional tournament coming up for the men’s division? I know it’s more than the women’s,” Nobara said.

Yuuji replied a little sadly, “I’m not sure, but I’m not able to go anyway. I can’t afford the travel costs, and leaving Gramps for that long… I’d be distracted the whole time wondering if he’s okay.”

“What do you mean?” Nobara asked, suddenly turning serious.

“Huh?”

“What do you mean you can’t afford the travel costs?” She clarified, her voice getting louder. “I thought travel and board was covered by the league?”

Yuuji grimaced when he realized what had happened, his eyes drifting down to the bags around them. Where all of Nobara’s prize money sat in the form of clothes and accessories.

“Fuck,” she said, dropping her forehead onto the table in front of her. “We both need jobs, then.”

By the time the two of them were done hanging out, the sun had long since set. Yuuji walked Nobara home since they were in the area around her apartment, and they even passed where he had his encounter with the masked guy. That encounter played on a loop in his head Yuuji’s whole walk back to his own home.

That guy is not someone who needs your help.

Had he really misread the situation so badly? The one that the mask guy had called a scumbag seemed he was in trouble, but he had disappeared whenever Yuuji woke back up. Maybe they knew each other. Maybe the scumbag had robbed the mask guy. It’s a curiosity that he was never going to have satiated, he was sure of it.

Yuuji stood at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to turn when his phone vibrating pulled him from his thoughts. The screen showed that it was Gramps, so Yuuji quickly answered.

“Hey, I’m on my way home right now. I know I didn’t tell you—”

“Don’t come home, Yuuji,” his grandfather said seriously.

“What?” Yuuji said with a laugh, thinking that it must be some sort of joke. One of the ones that his grandfather thought was funny but Yuuji never truly got. “I’m coming home, I’m only fifteen minutes away.”

“No! Listen to me, boy. Do not—”

Before Gramps could finish his statement, the loud crashing of glass shattering filtered in through Yuuji’s phone speaker. It sent a cold shiver straight down his spine, and Yuuji pulled his phone away from his face to look at the screen right as the call ended. The cold shiver reached all the way to his blood, turning it to ice.

He didn’t wait for the crosswalk signal to turn before he started running.

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