Theres Absolutely Nothing Better Than Reading A 100k Word Fanfic, That Is Until You Remember You Have

there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

“I put a spell on you, cause you’re mine.”

Summary: Songs that JJK men remind me of

cw: reader is mostly gender neutral but she/he pronouns are used in Yuuji’s part, some songs have cursing or sexual themes. Word Count: I could not bother😭

A/N: This genuinely became far longer than I expected. Also, this is one of the few times where I write about someone other than Toji, so tell me how I did🙂

Suguru: 

😈I wanna be your slave- Maneskin 

😈I put a spell on you- Nina Simone 

😈I want you (she’s so heavy) - The Beatles 

😈Closer- Nine inch Nails 

😈Cherry- Lana del Rey 

😈Fool of you- Meltt 

Suguru feels so heavy to me, even more so when he’s in love. Suguru cannot be normal about anything or anyone. He has to let things consume him and fundamentally destroy and rebuild him from the ground up. His love feels dark, almost toxic if you don’t keep him under control. He’s the type of guy who will feel like he never has enough of you. 

Yuuji: 

🥰Honey- Mariah Carey 

🥰Teenage kicks- The undertones 

🥰Mesmerize- Ja rule 

🥰Blueberry eyes- MAX 

🥰More than I should- kehlani

🥰Aphrodite- rini 

🥰Cater 2 you- Destiny’s child 

🥰Dance for you- Beyonce 

🥰She looks so perfect- 5 seconds of summer

My beautiful little angel baby. The love of my life. The reason I wake up in the morning. Yuuji’s love feels so pure like this man is the definition of a simp. Like he truly thinks that everything about his lover is perfect. Like my girl smiled? Fuckin love her. My man has a groggy morning voice? Absolute perfection. My partner is just looking at their phone? I can’t wait to marry them. Also, Yuuji will attempt to take on a more traditionally masculine role in his relationships. In the sense that he’s still a kid at heart, so he wants to be the big strong man you can depend on. 

Toji: 

😐Fall in love with me- Iggy pop 

😐Come back to me- RM 

😐My funny valentine- Frank Sinatra 

😐Next up- Mila j 

😐505- Arctic monkeys

😐Jessie’s girl- Rick Springfield 

My unfortunate muse. Toji is a man and I mean that in all the good and bad ways. His love is gruff. He’ll bully and tease you about your personality or your odd hobbies. That doesn’t mean he won’t buy you the latest manga of the series you like. He’ll say he doesn’t care when he hurts your feelings. However, the moment you start crying he’s more than willing to apologize and comfort you, even if he’s rusty. His love has sharp edges but he’s willing to shave them down for you. 

Inumaki:

🫥Space age love song- Flock of Seagulls 

🫥Things I’ll never say- Avril Lavigne 

🫥Buddy Holly - Weezer 

🫥I’m yours- Isabel Larosa 

🫥WUSYANAME - Tyler the creator 

🫥We’re not just friends- Parks, squares and alleys 

🫥Cupid’s chokehold- Gym class heroes

Short king!!! Inumaki was difficult to put together since he doesn’t talk and we kinda don’t see him that often. From what I can gather, Inumaki is playful but serious when in love. I think the fact that he can’t communicate with you properly becomes an insecurity for him. So, he tries to express his love through physical touch, memes, or his favorite songs. Sometimes you can tell that he’s just using the title to say something to you. Other times, when you tell his feelings through the lyrics. The declarations of love or the descriptions of the singer’s lover/muse. He’s cryptic at first, but once you know him, he’s easy to read. 

Choso:

🕸️I wanna be yours- Arctic Monkeys 

🕸️Love is strange- Mickey and Sylvia 

🕸️The very thought of you- Al Bowelly 

Chosoooo my beloved. Choso is like Suguru in that he cannot be normal about you. He’s less concerned about crawling into your skin, but still obsessed with you. He has the energy of “Me and my queen don’t argue” meme. He’s almost like a mixture of Suguru and Yuuji. His feelings feel so deep that it's overwhelming for him. He settles in faster than you think though. Choso’s love feels a little classical. He wants to court you, protect you, and provide for you. He’ll look to old movies or love stories to see how he can treat you better. 

Nanami:

💍Something- The Beatles 

💍Still into you- Paramore 

💍The sweetest taboo- Sade 

💍In my life- The Beatles 

💍Something about you- Eyedress 

💍Creep- Radiohead 

Kento Nanami the man that you are. Nanami feels like real adult love. Like this is the man who wants a life with you and he’s ready to face any trials that come with your relationship. He wants to wake up next to you and make breakfast while you talk about your strange dreams. He wants to pick out house paints with you because you wanted something fresh for your new home. It doesn’t mean that he’s not whipped for you, he very much is. Still, he’s grounded. He’s the guy that would die for you and do the dishes. 

”Close my eyes, embrace my matter”

Summary: Nanami has a bad day at work, so you decide to help him. Word count: Almost 1K

Cw: sub! Nanami, choking, reader has him in a chokehold, handjob, cum eating, grinding, cursing, marking, dom! reader

A/N: I’ve been missing him, so i decided to treat him and myself.

Nanami Kento is a man burdened with responsibility. 

Even now in his late 20s, as he tries desperately to catch a break, the borderline Sisyphean task of leaving work at work suffocates him. That’s where you come in. You often nag him when he returns to the house with blue-black eyebags and a clear chip on his shoulders. 

“It’s nothing Darling. I just had a rough day at work.” Your ass. 

So you take it upon yourself to care for him in small ways. Making him coffee in the morning. Fixing his tie, or wiping stray hairs or eyelashes out of his face. Ironing and steaming his button-downs to perfection.

Tonight is no different. You wait for Nanami to get out of the shower with some lavender massage oil on your shared nightstand. He’s always told you he thought lavender making you sleepy was an exaggerated pseudo-fact by large wellness corporations, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

You hear the drumming of his footsteps and you assume he’ll fall into his usual routine. He’ll put on his boxers, maybe a loose T-shirt if he gets cold. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed while you carefully dry his hair after some gentle convincing. You’ll try and give him a massage, but he’ll stop you once you reach his shoulders. Nanami has never been comfortable being pampered. Then he’ll lay on the bed with his bagged eyes closed until he eventually falls asleep. 

However, he smashes those expectations quickly when he swiftly throws on some boxers and practically throws himself on the bed, still drenched. 

Well. At least now you have your chance. 

You swiftly straddle his chiseled back. The stray water droplets soak into your garment while you lay yourself on top of him. God, he’s beautiful. You can see the curve of his long lashes and the slight pink that remains on his skin from the heat of the shower. 

“Kento.” 

“Mhm?” He muffledly asks from his place on the pillow, not even opening his eyes.

“Want a massage, baby?” 

He pauses. Usually, he would say no, but tonight is full of surprises. 

He gives you an exasperated, “Yes, please.” 

So begins the massage. Your skillful, oil-covered fingers lull him into a pleasant limbo. Then, a third expected thing happens, you grab his neck. 

In moments like these, he would be able to keep his cool, but the exhaustion and the vulnerability flowing through him and the blood rushing towards his dick makes it difficult for him to hold back. You hear his groggy gasp and see the back of his ears shine a reddish hue. 

“Kento…Baby?” 

He has no response other than to just bury his head into the pillow in shame. 

Still, you know better than to give up. 

You lean down pressing your chest into his back, slipping one hand near his jaw and the other close to his happy trail. 

“Kento…Did you like that? It’s ok if you did because I liked it too.” You whisper into his ear. 

He doesn’t respond but the wiggling of his hips tells you everything. 

“Kento, baby, lemme take care of you.” You whisper into his still-burning ear. This night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but fuck, if you both didn’t love it. 

You slowly move your oil-covered hand from his jaw and place it near his neck. 

“Just lift your head for me a bit baby, ok?”

He complies. You slither your arm under his neck until you can feel his adam’s apple bop into your forearm. You squeeze his throat between your arm and he lets out a groan. 

“Good job baby. Tap my arm three times whenever you feel like it's too much ok?” 

He grabs your wrist as confirmation. You kiss below his ear while whispering a “Good boy” as you slide your other hand finally down into his boxers. 

You already feel him throbbing in your hands. The oil on your hand gets mixed with the surprising amount of precum he’s let out. 

“You must really like this. Huh, baby?” You sigh into his nape. He thrusts into your hand. 

You thumb his slit and slowly, but surely stroke him. The whole time you whisper to him in between the kisses you leave on his shaking shoulders: 

“You’re doing such a great job baby. Thank you for letting me take care of you.” 

“You’re so handsome like this. We should do this more often.”

“You’re so turned on right now. Don’t worry, I am too.”

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you like this. Do you want me to choke you harder?” 

The combination of the restricted airflow, your hands touching his sensitive dick, and feeling you grinding onto his lower back in an attempt to ease the friction between your legs leaves him gasping. However, what drives him over the edge when you suck a Hickie onto the junction of his neck and shoulders. The feeling and knowing that you wanted him so much in this moment you had to physically claim him? Fucking break him. 

He curls his hands into the sheets, almost ripping them underneath his nails as he climaxes. The ropes of his seed shoot into your hand as he convulses under you. He pants and groans as you remove your arm from his neck. You notice you left a red mark around his neck. You suck on your cum covered fingers in an attempt to ease yourself. Tonight truly was something special. 

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

“In my life, I love you more”

summary: Toji has been thinking about marriage lately. Genre: Fluff, angst, Toji x black!stepmom reader, fem reader

cw: nothing fr, Toji is a little sad but it fixes itself, mentions death, there’s cursing, gojo 🤢

word count: 0.9K

A/N: the parasites keep WINNING.

Fiance!Toji who lowkey acts like you’re already married. He and Megumi live with you, you sleep in the same bed, and he feeds your dog. Not to mention, he never corrects anyone when they refer to you as his wife.

Fiancé!Toji who realizes out of the blue he wants to marry you. He’s known you for about 5 years and has been exclusive with you for 4. Megumi and him have been living with you for almost 3 years. Besides, He hates how “girlfriend” or “stepmom” feels on his tongue. 

Fiance!Toji who thinks about how nice your surname sounds. Zenin has never felt comfortable. He cherishes Fushiguro, however, it doesn’t stop him from imagining what it would be like to be referred to as “Mrs.___ Husband”. 

Fiancé!Toji who’s been calling you his wife for the last 6 months. He has a habit of calling you wifey, but it was more of a nickname. At first, you thought it was him fucking with you, but he seems a little too serious about it. 

Fiance!Toji who proposes to you randomly. You and him were watching Paranorman on the couch as Megumi was asleep in your arms when he looks over at you. He about proposing often and since he has no sense of decorum, now seems like a good time. He casually asks “You wanna get married?” You damn near cry and knock his head off. 

Fiance!Toji gets rings for the both of you and takes off his old one. You tell him that he doesn’t have to get rid of his old wedding ring. You won’t be offended if he wants keep it. Toji doesn’t think much of it. He’s always been the type to leave things behind. What’s so different about it now? 

Fiance!Toji whom you gave a thin gold chain necklace with his old ring attached. You put it on him while telling him, “he doesn’t need to abandon everything. He can still keep her close to him.” He thinks about giving it to Megumi when he’s older. 

Fiance!Toji who’s both ecstatic and disappointed you don’t want a big wedding. Fantasies die hard. One of his few good childhood memories was of a Zenin clan wedding. The bride and groom dressed up while music played and everyone gathered around. For a second, it felt like they were an actual family. Although, Toji realizes that neither of you has the luxury of finances or close family to participate. 

Fiance!Toji and you plan to have a small family dinner as your wedding. You’ll go in a white dress while he and Megumi wear three-piece suits. You’ll all eat and then go home as a family. It’s small but sweet.

Fiance!Toji feels nervous about the wedding dinner. He confides in you that he feels like he’s cursed. He has no cursed energy, his first wife died, and he can barely raise his son even now. You comfort him saying “We’ll get through it. That’s what couples are supposed to do.” He doesn’t completely believe you, but it puts him at ease nonetheless. 

Fiance!Toji is pissed when he picks up Megumi from school and learns that the news of your marriage has spread. Megumi barely talks, how the fuck do all his teachers know?

Fiance!Toji finds out that Megumi’s best friend, Yuuji Itadori, snitched. Now he has to deal with not only all of Megumi’s teachers wanting invites to the dinner, but the loud-mouthed kid wanting one as well. 

Fiance!Toji who tells you this and you burst out laughing. The idea of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru hounding him for an invite to the wedding is comical. He doesn’t get it. In the end, he can’t say no to you when you say, “Let's invite em, it’d be nice to have people celebrate us.” 

Husband!Toji who when the day comes feels conflicted. He thought he would feel more excited and annoyed. However, he feels comfortable, almost happy. He watches as Megumi and Yuuji sit at the table coloring in the kid's menus. Gojo and Suguru are annoying but Nanami, their plus one, keeps them in check. Yuuji’s uncle, father, and his wife have decent conversation with you. The whole thing feels almost homely.

Husband!Toji who leaves with you when the restaurant closes. Y’all were only supposed to stay for an hour but everyone wanted pictures of the happy couple and the unofficial bridesmaids.

Husband!Toji who stays downstairs as you put Megumi to bed since you said you had a surprise for him. You come back down and give him a bouquet of red and white roses. 

Husband!Toji doesn’t expect anything else, but you take him to the backyard of your shared house. You’re both still dressed in your wedding clothes. You say your vows as you grab his hand. You look up at the night sky and thank Megumi’s mother. You hope that you’ll be half the mother and wife she was. You promise to her that no matter what you’ll cherish and keep Toji safe. 

Husband!Toji who for once in his damn life is silent. He has no words, so he does the next best thing and kisses his bride.