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Smut/NSFW
Female reader
Incest
Pedophilia
Rape
Dark content
Triggering subjects (pls ask before requesting, because there's a chance I will actually write the request if I know what's coming)
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I will write
Basically anything that has something male x male reader
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Check out my masterlist, basically any fandom that's there, but right now I'm obsessed with
Spiderverse
Call of duty mw2
DC (batfam)
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#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.
「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」
GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?
CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!
AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen
there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.
so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.
and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.
he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.
yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.
the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.
“welcome back, [name]!”
“kelp.”
you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.
“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.
the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.
“… what’re you thinking about?”
that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.
he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.
“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.
you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.
he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.
you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.
“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”
he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—
“oh. oh!”
the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.
turns out you two were the same.
you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.
“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.
“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.
he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.
you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.
“i don’t think they liked that very much..”
oh right!
pre : sensitive
jjk x male reader
+ a/n at the end !!
[name] was a stain in his family’s lineage. their legendary clan was knocked out of their priority position all because of his birth. his family was interesting. they had a unique innate ability that was not desired for any of their kin to inherit. reason being: it was all based on emotion, the technique was all based on emotion.
and having emotions as a jujutsu sorcerer?
looked down upon, it was a disgrace.
for the most part, his clan lucked out with all of their offspring repressing this “useless” cursed technique.
of course, except for [name].
the thing that was supposed to make him, “strong,” only furthered his status in the world as being unimportant and nothing but a burden to his family members.
and he knew this, has been aware of it since birth. he lives with his ability that makes it hard for him to properly balance his emotions. or rather, the ability that made him bring unbalance to his mind — all for it to try and serve for something and be useful to some capacity.
he was isolated from his family and the rest of jujutsu society. especially when his birth year coincided with a certain gojo clan’s newborn.
that gojo clan bitch, were his first thoughts on the boy that was the same age as him.
the boy who easily tilted the balance of the world. a stunning ability that granted gojo satoru with the ability to practically be invincible. as if [name]’s birth wasn’t a mark of stress for himself, now he had another, more powerful person to hold it over his head.
“wow! i didn’t know you were gonna actually enroll in jujutsu high!” gojo’s voice taunted [name] as the two crossed paths at the entrance of the school. “with an ability like yours, i definitely would’ve opted out to just a normal high school. i mean, what good are you gonna be for us here?”
“you gojo clan bitch! i’ll gut you! and smear your organs on your estate walls to taunt the rest of you useless, stuck up family!” [name] shouted in anger, pointing his finger into gojo’s chest. meanwhile, the teenager he was threatening merely grinned down at him as if he were some cute stray kitten.
“that spark in your eyes is real impressive to see up close,” gojo leaned close to [name]’s face, smirking when he noticed the way [name] flinched backwards, “too bad it doesn’t mean shit when time comes to actually prove yourself,”
[name] sneered, a burst of tears rushing to his eyes. and just as gojo was going to jest about his obvious showing of emotions, an authoratative voice broke them out of their fight.
“really? class hasn’t even started and the two of you are bringing in your emotional baggage onto the school grounds,”
professor yaga’s figure shadowed over them and he had his burly arms crossed over his chest. [name] gulped in fear whilst gojo only continued on smirking like the arrogant man he is.
“yaga-sensei! good to see you’ve crawled out of that depressing dark room of yours! that’s quite hospitable of you, greeting your students on their first day of school,”
yaga’s eyebrow twitched in aggravation, but unlike [name], he was better at quelling down his annoyance and ignoring gojo’s teasing remarks, “well, won’t you be pleased to know that the world does not revolve around you-”
“oh, but it does~”
“and that there are more first years than just the two of you,”
gojo’s face turned into one of surprise rather quickly, the smug smirk on his face being wiped off in an instant.
“actually, there’s one right now,”
[name] looked over his shoulder and saw a petite figure walking towards them. her chocolate hair was cut in a short bob and he admired her natural beauty, even from afar he was quite taken with her appearance. and then she looked up and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest at the way her dulls eyes pierced right through his person.
“shoko ieiri, i presume?” yaga asked once she was close enough to be in ear shot.
she hummed in confirmation, looking between the three men in front of her. her eyes lingered on [name] for a fraction of a second longer, smiling gently in his direction, before she looked back up at the teacher, “are you the one in charge of us, old man?”
a twitch of his eyebrow once again.
“if you’re asking if i will be your teacher this year, then yes, i will be,” he answered briskly.
she made a sound of interest and stepped closer tot eh entrance way, “is there a reason we are all standing here? you all looked kind of stupid from far away,” she said, making [name] crack a smile.
“there is only one more that should be arriving, i think it’d be best we all gathered together and walked to the classroom as one so no one gets lost…or misplaced,”
shoko didn’t respond, only looking in between gojo and [name]. it was as if she was contemplating who to talk to. when she finally decided on the h/c haired boy, she poked his shoulder to knock him out of his daydream, “is your mouth always open and waiting to catch flies, or is that just a right now thing?”
[name] shut his mouth and swallowed thickly, trying to keep calm with the way she was analyzing him so closely. now that she was only inches away from his face, he could get a really good look at her features. her sharp nose, her eyes — which were truly enchanting to look at, the mole on her face, and the way her lips look just recently moisturized by some sort of lip balm.
oh, god, [name] thought to himself, i can’t be surrounded by someone as beautiful as this on a daily basis — there’s no way i’ll survive!
“hello, earth to you? anyone home?” she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face to knock him out of his daze.
and it seemed to work, but the first thing he blurted out was what he was thinking in his head, which (embarassingly) was, “i think i’m in love with…you,”
a sputtered laugh, a hum of surprise, and a pissed of “hah” echoed in the air. and lastly, a swift expression of, “well, isn’t that quite the greeting to have on the first day of school,” all resounded in the air after [name]’s sudden confession.
that comment was thanks to the newcomer with long raven hair, standing beside satoru with a laxed smile on his face. he nodded in greeting in [name]’s direction, making the man only more red from embrassment that someone else had to hear that pathetic confession.
gojo satoru, shoko ieiri, getou suguru, and [name] koizumi were all welcomed on their first day of school by professor yaga and would then spend the next couple of years of their lives together as students at jujutsu high.
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okay guys, the idea is this is a very much not serious (it is serious) and less formal formatted fanfiction i wanna be publishing. i have had this in my drafts for a while (i'm talking sitting in my notion page for over a year type shit) and realized that the best way to do it, or story-tell it, would be in a "chaotic" and unorganized fashion.
that being said idk how consistent updates for this is gonna be. because i want a whole good chunk of this to be dedicated pre-starplasma vessel thing that literally sent my beautiful children satoru, suguru, and shoko SPIRALLING.
this is gonna be a very wholesome....(hopefully)....fanfiction and im so excited to finally be publishing it (after a LOT of overthinking of what to do with it).
<3
stay tuned ! or don't !
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Rules and other masterlists
Kento Nanami
romantic
Headcanon: with a sugar baby (gn)
platonic
none
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Kiyotaka Ijichi
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Mahito
romantic
none
platonic
"Pretty stranger" (male)
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Megumi Fushiguro
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Panda
platonic
none
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Satoru Gojo
romantic
Headcanon: with a sugar baby (gn)
platonic
“Warming“ (male)
. Suguru Geto
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Sukuna
romantic
none
platonic
none
. Toge Inumaki
romantic
none
platonic
none
. Yuji Itadori
romantic
none
platonic
none
Mahito and m!child reader- where reader goes up to Mahito and gives them a flower, saying Mahito is pretty?
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A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e
But this is Mahito, so no 100% fluff
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Mahito x male! reader
Pretty stranger
Crowds were nothing new in the city streets. People rushing by on the way to work, trying to catch the next train, browsing through shops...the list could go on and on and on. But that would become boring, wouldn't it?
A certain curse definitely thought so.
It was always the same routine, and yet he came back in hopes of finding a gem. Someone fun to toy with while experimenting with his powers. Unfortunately, though, he gazed down from the edge of a rooftop he was sitting on, bored out of his mind.
"Man, I should probably change locations...huh?"
As the curse moved to stand up, he caught a glimpse of (Y/EC) eyes, staring right back at him. He paused his movements, taking another few seconds to stare down at the human child. To confirm the boy was indeed looking at him, though it was pretty obvious, Mahito gave him a quick wave and a smile.
To his amusement, the child's eyes widened, quickly raising his little hand to wave back up at the curse, a bright smile of his own on his face. But before Mahito could play this out any further, the child went into the building he was standing infront of. By the sound of it, he was shouting for his father.
Seems like Mahito found an interesting one at last.
"What is it, (Y/N)?", the child's father asked, chuckling, as he finished up another bouquet of roses and put it at its place on display. (Y/N) bobbed up and down on his feet, "There is a pretty person on the roof!", ignoring his father's confused expression, the child grabbed the freshly made bouquet and his father by his apron and tried to tug him along.
"A pretty person on our roof?", (Y/N)'s parent came through the back door, "Papa has work to do, I'll come with you, okay?" The child nodded furiously, "Come, come, come, moddy!" Both ignored the man's complaint about the flower bouquet.
Mahito watched (Y/N) and his parent exit the flower shop, hand in hand, from the alleyway at said shop. Lazily, poking his head out from behind the wall. Mismatched eyes were focused on the human child, seeing how he sulked upon realising Mahito was no longer on the roof.
"I saw someone, I swear!"
"It's okay, darling, but I have to go back inside if there is no one here."
With that (Y/N) stood there alone, still staring up to the roof. All in hopes of seeing that pretty person again.
Mahito quietly chuckled to himself. This certainly never happened before. And he had to say, he was quite enjoying this type of attention for a change. So he decided to bask in it a little more before anything else.
"Hello there, little one!", he greeted the child with a joyful voice. Once seeing the stranger's silver hair in the corner of his eyes, (Y/N) turned his head. His eyes immediately started to sparkle, "Hello!", he giggled happily and waddled towards the curse, completely oblivious to the fact how dangerous he actually was.
He only saw beautiful, long, silver hair, gorgeus mismatched eyes, cool looking marks and equally cool looking clothes. Not a sign of the ruthless murderer he actually was. And he didn't need to know. That would simply ruin the fun.
Mahito crouched down to look (Y/N) in the eyes properly, and fuel his friendly stranger look a bit more, "My, don't you have some pretty flowers there!" (Y/N) nodded and held them out to Mahito, "They're for you! Cause you're really, really pretty!"
This took the curse by surprise, visible by how he froze up for a moment. He took the flower bouquet from the kid with a smile, "Oh, thank youuu, that's so nice of you. No one ever called me pretty before." "Whaaat? Why not? You're like- the most prettiest person I've ever seen! Next to my moddy of course. Don't tell them I said that.", his voice dropped to a cute whisper, adding a little giggle at the end of his sentence.
Mahito smiled, what seemed like, a fond smile, "My lips are sealed.", he patted the boy's head, "But only if you keep one of my secrets too." Seeing the (Y/HC)-haired widen his eyes with a slow nod only fueld the curse's excitement. This time he would play a different game.
"I'm your imaginary friend."
Could i request for Getou, Gojo, and Nanami (separate) with a male s/o who’s tall and muscular, who jumps out of windows bc he hates using doors. And one day reader gets stuck in a window, bc of how big he is?-
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I was so excited about this when I read this, but it took me SO LONG to get to it *sob sob* Now it's time
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Kento Nanami x male! reader
Satoru Gojo x male! reader
Suguru Geto x male! reader
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Bad fit
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Time wasn't waiting for anyone, while Kento was stuck waiting for his fiancé, trying to keep the tip of his shoe from tapping on the ground impatiently. //We'll be off schedule if he doesn't come out within the next three minutes.// (Y/N) wasn't typically late, at the very least when Kento was around, in fact, he often was standing outside before the blonde could even open the door. Truly a perk from (Y/N)'s window preference.
Sighing, Kento took another glance at the time. It couldn't be helped. He quickly made his way back into their shared apartment, "Sweetheart, where are you?", he called out, looking through every open door he passed by, only stopping in his tracks once he heard a nervous giggle. The kitchen.
Time at least seemed like it was standing still for a few moments as soon as Kento stepped into the kitchen. "Hiiii, babyyyy.", the male's voice was muffled from behind the window, his sheepish smile clearly visible through the glass. (Y/N)‘s legs were dangling in the air, his body held up by the window frame he tried to climb out of. Tried. Due to his big frame, the small kitchen windows didn't seem to be a good fit. No, they definitely were a bad fit. (Y/N) cursed at the additional window right next to where he was stuck, seeing that look of pure disapproval on his fiancé’s face was something he liked to skip. Only for said fiancé to turn back around, "Bye."
"No, wait!", he whined, "Please help me!"
Kento bit back any passive aggressive remarks that threatened to spill out of his mouth. Instead, he settled on a subtle sigh, as he checked the time again. One more minute. "Darling, I need you to make yourself as thin as you can and hold still.", the blonde muttered, making the other swallow, "You’re not just going to grab me by the legs and pull, ri-"
Before he could even finish, he felt hands on his ankles, "Oh fuck, you totally are-"
There simply was no time left to be gentle.
The (Y/HC)-haired whined quietly as he rubbed the underside of his arms. Kento simply looked straight ahead, hand on the steering wheel of his car, "I know you feel challenged easily, but please, do not try the kitchen window again. Next time, I will leave you there." And that was a promise.
Satoru might’ve been the worst person that could’ve walked into the room at that very moment. But then again, he might’ve been the best at the same time. The laugh erupting from his chest certainly was contagious, even in this rather embarrassing predicament (Y/N) was, literally, stuck in. The male wiggled within the grasps of the window frame, "Help. I’m having an Alice in wonderland moment here.", he joked, arching his back as far as he could, not wanting to slip through the window the wrong way; face first into the wet lawn. In this position, doing his intended ninja-move was pretty difficult, risking it wasn’t worth the possible forced brunch. Satoru only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling out his phone to take a few pictures of his poor, poor fiancé, "What way did the bunny hop? Maybe I can catch him for you.", he snickered.
(Y/N) started to kick his feet, "Babeeee, PLEASE."
"What? I can’t hear you through that windowww~", the silver-haired continued to tease, grabbing himself a few cookies from the Christmas plate on the table. (Y/N) sighed dramatically, relaxing his muscles to slump over and underline his frustration. However, with his muscles relaxed now, he started to slide forward, inching closer and closer to his earlier feared doom, "Whoa whoa WHOA-", he tried grabbing onto any surface to save himself, but the rain stained smooth surfaces offered no grip. Satoru chocked on the cookie crumbs on his mouth, as he half-tripped over to the window to catch his lover by the legs, last second.
And now…Satoru is smooching up and down the side of (Y/N)'s neck, who was washing off the wet dirt on his hands, "C'mon, baby, I was just teasing you…", he muttered against his skin. Despite his tone of voice, (Y/N) could feel his lips curl up into an amused smile.
Humming to himself, Suguru walked across the beach, passing by the curses he’s working with. "Hey, Geto, you joining us?", Mahito waved his cards in the air, seemingly bored of his two fellow curses. "Maybe later.", the black-haired smiled, "I'm looking for (Y/N)."
Jogo didn’t even look up from his cards he was glaring at, waving in a direction opposite from the water, "He said he wanted to go make some drinks in the booth." Suguru followed the hand-motion with his eyes, thanking the curse before walking towards the wooden booth in question. It was more like a little hut or store, a piece of cloth as a door and small rectangular holes for windows on each side. The man pushed the curtain to the side as he entered, stopping right in his tracks as he locked eyes with his lover. No words were spoken, but the way Suguru's smile widened was enough for (Y/N) to know what he was thinking.
The (Y/HC)-haired let his head hang low, just like his whole upper body was, being held up painfully by the wood. Suguru stepped closer, chuckling, and knelt down in front his husband, now on eye level with him. "My, my.", he cupped (Y/N)'s cheek with his hand, "Underestimated your body mass?"
(Y/N) lifted his head again with a pout, a blush adoring his cheeks, "You gonna help me or not?", he muttered embarrassed. The other chuckled again, running his thumb across his rose tinted cheeks, "You can do it, I believe in you." (Y/N) deadpanned, he knew better than to fall for that seemingly sweet and innocent smile, but he sighed and began to struggle again, "Do you think I would ask you for help if I was able to do it myself?"
"Correction; you didn’t ask me to help.", he took away his hand, placing it on his knee instead, "Would you like me to?"
Sigh. He really wanted (Y/N) to spell it out for him, didn’t he?
"Yes…", the male rolled his eyes, "Please help me." Satisfied, Suguru stood back up and took ahold of the other’s shoulders, pushing him back the way he came. And once (Y/N) circled the hut and stepped through the curtain of the door, he found Suguru sitting on one of the bar stools, "You wouldn’t mind making me that drink again as a thanks, right?"
Hi there! Can I request some headcanons for the Obey me brothers where their boyfriend is a fallen angel (He fell before they did)? Their bf has a similar personality to Grell from black butler and they love that their job is to make sure sinners safely make it to the devildom (That job part isn't that important I just thought it could be a fun detail). Or maybe a jjk Oneshot on Gojo just taking in this little boy who doesn't like him all that much but eventually warms up to him?
Thank you in advance if you decide to write either one, and if you don't it's fine.
Stay safe, remember to drink water and eat some food! Love your work <3
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...Being taken in by Satoru...and...Megumi is there too...Dad Satoru and brother Megumi??? Pls- I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN Actually, I might make reader Megumi's brother so that I don't have to wreck my brain over a different bg story
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Satoru Gojo x male! reader
Warming
To say their relationship started off as rocky would be a massive understatement. No matter what Satoru did, the younger Fushiguro brother refused to acknowledge his existence, and in those rare moments he does, a glare way too strong for a boy that age was all he was willing to share. Satoru still saw those moments as an accomplishment. Sure, at least an indifferent expression would’ve been a bit nicer, but he couldn’t help but giggle every time the boy burned holes into him with his eyes.
The only time this kind of behaviour was slightly problematic was when there had to be some kind of communication between the two. Megumi certainly didn’t exactly have the energy to repeat everything the silver haired had said, so his little brother could reply to him instead of to the sorcerer. And since (Y/N) had to live under the same roof as Satoru, without either of his siblings, and won’t be able to move out anytime soon because of his age, exchanging a few words was going to be necessary. Not only to make things way easier, but also to better their relationship.
As much as Megumi would've liked to, and actually tried to, he couldn’t be the only person (Y/N) could depend on. Megumi was older, but still at a young age himself. And being his family doesn’t mean he has to bear the responsibility of raising him, and taking care of him like a parent did. That was exactly what Satoru was there for. But the distrust (Y/N) had towards him was really getting in the way.
No one blamed him for that though, it was absolutely understandable, some might even say expected, behaviour of the boy, considering what he had gone through.
But, again, in order to make life easier for all three of them, a change needed to happen. Not immediately, nothing massive. There was hope it would be enough for (Y/N) to come to Satoru when he needed help with little things, and when he was feeling unwell in one way or another. Whenever Megumi was absent, which was often, (Y/N) would get himself in danger quite regularly. For example, trying to climb onto the counter to reach dishes on the top shelves, trying to work sharp or other not child-friendly objects, never telling whenever he got a stomachache, felt dizzy, etc.
Despite Satoru catching on a lot of times, it was neither a 100% success rate, nor necessary work. It has become quite exhausting overtime. The sorcerer had determination to crack that thick wall between the two.
"(Y/NNNNNN)~", the sorcerer’s voice was as cheerful and obnoxious as ever as he peeked his head through the door; the door to the room (Y/N) got to call his own. The door he wished he could lock sometimes. Only sometimes, though. His feelings for Satoru weren’t as bad as to want to lock him out. The boy spared him a glance from out of the corner of his eyes as he sat on the ground with his new Lego set he got. From Satoru, to be quite exact. As soon as the man found out about his passion for building things (he had watched him build walls and castles out of everything he could stack, multiple times) he made sure to make use of that rather valuable information. Every once in a while he would bring home a small Lego packet or box for the boy to play with. And on a rarer occasion, he‘d buy a much larger set.
Some would say Satoru was spoiling (Y/N) with all those gifts, in actuality it was a peace offering, a gesture to show he could be trusted. “Like giving an animal food until it let‘s you pat it.“, maybe not exactly the best comparison, but those were his words as he explained his actions. Trust issues were not unfamiliar to the male, and this approach was but one out of multiple he was going to try to have (Y/N) open up wide enough.
“You like the new addition to your collection?“, he sat down next to the other, eyeing his current project; a castle. It certainly was bigger than the sorcerer expected it to be, but that was by no means a bad thing. Actually quite the opposite. “Yeah.“, a short and simple response, though it showcases the progress the two of them made. “I‘m glad you do! Because I picked this one up at the store today.“, the young adult grinned, dangling a tiny box in front of the boy by the hook attached to the top. A mini set containing a prince and a horse, it seemed by looking at the big picture.
Satoru could practically see (Y/N)‘s eyes sparkling, dropping the gift into his awaiting hands. He watched him fumble the box open and emptying it at his feet on the floor. The sight of how he pushed all the pieces together in an excitement induced hurry warmed his heart in a way. And once (Y/N) then took the prince figure and put it in one of the towers, sending him a mischievous smirk as he pulled at a piece, activating a mechanism that made the figure fall through the ground…accompanied by that sweet, hearty laugh…Satoru couldn’t help but squeal at the cute display, pulling the boy to his chest, unbothered by the small fists hitting him in his sides and the displeased whines he received in return, “Ahhhhhh! That was adorable! This was the first time I heard you laugh and not glare at me as if you wanted me dead!“
Surprisingly enough, the hitting soon died down, and the whining was replaced by soft breathing. Leaning against the older one, (Y/N) wondered; Was Satoru always this warm?
Started writing part two of THIS
Mahito and m!child reader- where reader goes up to Mahito and gives them a flower, saying Mahito is pretty?
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A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e
But this is Mahito, so no 100% fluff
Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist
I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!
Mahito x male! reader
Pretty stranger
Crowds were nothing new in the city streets. People rushing by on the way to work, trying to catch the next train, browsing through shops...the list could go on and on and on. But that would become boring, wouldn't it?
A certain curse definitely thought so.
It was always the same routine, and yet he came back in hopes of finding a gem. Someone fun to toy with while experimenting with his powers. Unfortunately, though, he gazed down from the edge of a rooftop he was sitting on, bored out of his mind.
"Man, I should probably change locations...huh?"
As the curse moved to stand up, he caught a glimpse of (Y/EC) eyes, staring right back at him. He paused his movements, taking another few seconds to stare down at the human child. To confirm the boy was indeed looking at him, though it was pretty obvious, Mahito gave him a quick wave and a smile.
To his amusement, the child's eyes widened, quickly raising his little hand to wave back up at the curse, a bright smile of his own on his face. But before Mahito could play this out any further, the child went into the building he was standing infront of. By the sound of it, he was shouting for his father.
Seems like Mahito found an interesting one at last.
"What is it, (Y/N)?", the child's father asked, chuckling, as he finished up another bouquet of roses and put it at its place on display. (Y/N) bobbed up and down on his feet, "There is a pretty person on the roof!", ignoring his father's confused expression, the child grabbed the freshly made bouquet and his father by his apron and tried to tug him along.
"A pretty person on our roof?", (Y/N)'s parent came through the back door, "Papa has work to do, I'll come with you, okay?" The child nodded furiously, "Come, come, come, moddy!" Both ignored the man's complaint about the flower bouquet.
Mahito watched (Y/N) and his parent exit the flower shop, hand in hand, from the alleyway at said shop. Lazily, poking his head out from behind the wall. Mismatched eyes were focused on the human child, seeing how he sulked upon realising Mahito was no longer on the roof.
"I saw someone, I swear!"
"It's okay, darling, but I have to go back inside if there is no one here."
With that (Y/N) stood there alone, still staring up to the roof. All in hopes of seeing that pretty person again.
Mahito quietly chuckled to himself. This certainly never happened before. And he had to say, he was quite enjoying this type of attention for a change. So he decided to bask in it a little more before anything else.
"Hello there, little one!", he greeted the child with a joyful voice. Once seeing the stranger's silver hair in the corner of his eyes, (Y/N) turned his head. His eyes immediately started to sparkle, "Hello!", he giggled happily and waddled towards the curse, completely oblivious to the fact how dangerous he actually was.
He only saw beautiful, long, silver hair, gorgeus mismatched eyes, cool looking marks and equally cool looking clothes. Not a sign of the ruthless murderer he actually was. And he didn't need to know. That would simply ruin the fun.
Mahito crouched down to look (Y/N) in the eyes properly, and fuel his friendly stranger look a bit more, "My, don't you have some pretty flowers there!" (Y/N) nodded and held them out to Mahito, "They're for you! Cause you're really, really pretty!"
This took the curse by surprise, visible by how he froze up for a moment. He took the flower bouquet from the kid with a smile, "Oh, thank youuu, that's so nice of you. No one ever called me pretty before." "Whaaat? Why not? You're like- the most prettiest person I've ever seen! Next to my moddy of course. Don't tell them I said that.", his voice dropped to a cute whisper, adding a little giggle at the end of his sentence.
Mahito smiled, what seemed like, a fond smile, "My lips are sealed.", he patted the boy's head, "But only if you keep one of my secrets too." Seeing the (Y/HC)-haired widen his eyes with a slow nod only fueld the curse's excitement. This time he would play a different game.
"I'm your imaginary friend."
Mahito x male! reader (platonic)
Continuation of Pretty Stranger
Words:~800
Firsts
Mahito‘s mismatched eyes went from the ugly child drawings on the wall opposite to him to the artist, who just ran into his room and shut the door behind him with yet another giggle. You‘d think that was the only noise he could make by how often he did it. The curse didn‘t mind it though. This was all part of the new experience.
“Papa and Moddy are distracted! They won‘t come to catch us during our secret meeting.“, (Y/N) grinned widely and went to sit next to the curse his imaginary friend. Once again Mahito laughed at how stupid and naive humans were, but Mahito himself had just enough child-like energy inside to play along. Let‘s see where this goes!
A secret meeting with a seven-year old human. Another first.
For a moment, Mahito thought back to the bouquet of roses he had recieved mere hours prior. How the limbs of an unfortunate human came to serve the new purpose of holding the roses on the sewer walls. Forming their soul into vine-like shapes was yet another first, one he greatly enjoyed. This child showed promise, Mahito was sure. The thought of new experiences kept him all smiley and observant.
“So…(Y/N)“, Mahito leaned back, using his hands as support against the galaxy themed sheets, “Have you thought of a name for me?“ That‘s how imaginary friends worked, right? The children come up with a being, deciding on appearance, background, personality,…He wondered if (Y/N) knew about that. He might figure out the truth. But when? How? This is fun.
The child practically leaped onto his bed, landing on his stomach right next to the curse, “Hmmmm…“, he made a show about thinking, forefinger tapping on his chin and everything, while rolling onto his back before sitting up. Almost mockingly, though unintentional.
“I don’t like giving people names. They themselves know what suits them best!”, the child ended up admitting, blushing embarrassed as he looked down to his feet, “And…I don’t want to insult you with names…” His toes curled up and released over and over. What an interesting little quirk. Mahito hummed, “People tend to name things after prominent features. I’m curious to hear what sticks out to you the most.”
Their eyes locked, and the child mistook the twinkle in the other’s eyes as friendliness.
“Well…I like your stitches.”, (Y/N) pulled his legs onto the bed to sit on his knees, “And there is this little alien called Stitch. I love Stitch. He’s really cute, but actually he used to be very very evil and bad. Then he got adopted as a puppy and then he belonged to a family!” Mahito hummed yet again, intruiged, “Stitch, hm?”
Not as embarrassed anymore, the boy nodded with a bright smile, “I always wanted a friend like Stitch!” “Is that so?”
The curse leaned forward to rest his head on his hand, “My name is Stitch then!”, he declared with a smile, making the young boy’s eyes twinkle in excitement. The bed began to shake softly at (Y/N)’s bobbing, “Would you really!?”
“Of course.”, and for the first time ever, he pulled the boy close to him, one hand wrapped around his back, one hand stroking his hair. Immediately, he felt the little arms of the child wrap around him as well, squeezing his torso. It felt warm and nice, like a hot bath. Hot baths were better though. Easier accessable, easier to maintain.
Mahito gazed down at the human in his arms who had his face buried into his chest. This gullibility must be a trait of the younger ones. It was astounishing how readily the child played into his lazily laid out hand. There was no masterplan behind all that, Mahito was winging all of it, deciding the route as he went. At least Junpei was a little wary, he was also older though.
That made Mahito wonder; At what age does this gullibility stop? Can they be taught to stay gullible, or to get out of it immediately?
The curse liked how easy (Y/N) was to play with, but this game was sure to turn boring someday. And what then? He’ll just have to wait and see.
One thing was sure though, he will mold the child the way he wanted. And for the first time, not in the physical sense.
✮⋆˙ STUDENT SORCERERS
none currently…
✮⋆˙ ADULT SORCERERS
Gojo
⭑ platonic yandere gojo | imagine
✮⋆˙ CURSES
Choso
⭑ twisted love | male!toga | series | romantic
in which two curses fall in and out of love, one to focused on revenge the other to obsessed with his love
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TWISTED LOVE — CHOSO X MALE!TOGA
✶ pairing : romantic
✶ synopsis : in which Takei Satoshi, a curse trying to find someone to share his love with meets choso, a curse fighting for revenge. However this meeting will end up with one of them dead and the other with a heart no longer willing to love…
✶ warnings : these vary each chapter! gore, gay lol, genocide, spoilers, parental issues, twisted actions, foul language, etc.
✶ notes : yall finna love this one! Also I forgot to add this but if you want to be tag listed so you can get updates tell me in the comments of all of the fics you want! I should be updating but let’s just make more fics instead!!
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✮⋆˙ CHAPTERS
TEASER
000 | Prolouge
001 | Marry me!!
more coming soon…
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SPICY ALPHABET: nanami
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what i was listening to while writing this: beware - deftones
letters n, a, b, a, m, and i | sub! character dom! reader
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N - NO TURNOFFS OR ABSOLUTELY WONT DO
nanami does not enjoy getting too risky in public. he’ll accept PDA but anything sexual such as groping or such he’ll shut it down. “a little kinky stuff we can do at home isn’t worth a charge on our record,” he’ll whisper in your ear. “don’t start what you can’t finish” he won’t be flat out rude, but he’ll want you to understand his boundaries.
A - AFTERCARE WHAT THEYRE LIKE AFTER THE ACT
nanami is a caring man, he’s very mature so he’ll want to take care of you first. it always ends up in a little tussle of who takes care of who first. he’ll always win and he’ll give you a light kiss while cleaning you up. sometimes you two do it at the same time. leading to you rubbing ointment on him while he embraces you.
N - DOUBLE LETTER RANDOM HEADCANON!
we all know nanami’s well known tie. if you end up using it in bed such as blindfolding him, he’ll go crazy. it won’t take too long before he’s a needy whore in your hands. grunting and babbling on wanting to cum.
“no! i’m not a whore- let me cum- shit- let me cum please!” he turns his head back and forth trying to find your arm to hold onto. it impressed you that he hadn't lost his mind yet.
B - BODY PART FAVORITE BODY PART THEIR OWN OR THEIR LOVERS
nanami loves your thighs.. thighs… when he’s giving you head. that tension in his head while tasting you, hearing your sounds coming from your mouth. the lack of oxygen makes him buck his hips. he presses your thighs together closer, just to feel you completely devour him.
M - MOTIVATION THINGS THAT MAKES THEM TICK/TURN ONS
nanami loves when you do things for him, he’s an act of service kind of guy. if you make him breakfast, do his laundry, or his chores. he’ll be on his knees offering himself to you as a thank you.
“i’ll get you your coffee baby, don’t worry” you kiss his forehead. he had complained about him forgetting to buy it. “just get ready for work and i’ll come back just in time” nanami’s brain chemistry got completely rewired. it’s like 6am and you would go to the store for them? he’s giving himself up like a wrapped present when he gets home.
“let me thank you, please use me” nanami’s hand rises up on your inner thigh.
I - INTIMACY IN THE MOMENT ROMANTIC OR ROUGH/DIRTY
he’s romantic, i know so far EVERYONE is but this man doesn’t get laid too often. he’s an overworked victim of his work. man has no time to get LAID. so when you come around you literally own the man’s mind, body, and soul. he’ll moan out “i love you” over and over. when you two are one, he’s desperately trying to find your hand to hold. never letting go till your orgasms hit.
𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 |. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
character(s) -> toji fushiguro
cw; male!reader, bottom!reader, sub!reader, dom!Toji daddy kink, size kink, degradation, possessive Toji, praise, cumming inside, dacryphyilia, some mutual pining, rough sex, spanking, reader is Toji’s first gay lover, toji cannot express himself, mentions of his wife (?) idek if it can count but I’ll just put it in there in case
a/n (.) I…I…cannot explain myself. If there are typos…I wrote this in one sitting 🪑.
MDNI
“Nuh-uh. Look at me.” Two soft slaps bat at your cheek, crossed eyes wavering back into focus. Thick fingers. His hands are so thick against your throat, so big against your cheek. Hiccups pass through you, sniveling. Weathered. That’s how you would describe his palms. You’ve recognized every curve of them, every dip and callous. He presses his fingertips against your pulse harder, constricting out a whine. “You thinkin’ of me? Only me.”
Toji’s cock is thick. Comically so. He’s so huge you thought he was joking the first time you felt his bulge against your ass. Laughing it off until he’d pulled down his pants and fucked you until you realized it was not a laughing matter. He was seriously big. Takes advantage of that. Of you. Of the way you can’t get enough of it, the way your eyes roll and your eyebrows curl when he sinks into your hole and stretches you so good your body thinks it’s being ripped open. Your lips tremble as he draws his hips down before driving them up again, slowly and so fucking deep.
“Fuck, fuck! Toji—“ you squeeze down on him as he twitches inside you, his tip cramming up against your prostate and just a little farther. A lot farther. He groans out a heavy breath, warm against your face. Blurred tears trim your vision.
“Yer takin’ alla me, shit.” Scoffing shortly, “havn’t been taken this good my whole life”
You feel the praise in your toes, curling beneath your ass as you kneel on his lap, knees to the sheets. You feel it in your cock, too. It’s an alive feeling. Desperate and aching. It lights your skin, makes you hot and sweaty, makes you drool. He works you so good, he’d joke that he should get paid for it if you ever said it out loud. You don’t say it out loud. You only mewl it the further he shoves himself into you.
“Please— oh god please, daddy!” The slow, wet sound of him pushing and pulling is obscene— and so fucking sexy. The sweat reflecting off his cream forehead makes your nails dig further into the skin of his biceps, moaning louder as his eyes roll back with another snap of his hips.
“Such a fuckin’ slut” he rasps lowly. You wiggle your hips for more. Not faster, just more. More him, more cock, more praise. Anything. Your head spins around like a top, but Toji’s eyes are rolled back far enough not to notice, focusing on the way you cram all his girth inside like it wasn’t meant to be there — but you’re gonna make it fit anyway. “Tell daddy how good it is”
“S—so good!” He has a sick fascination with the way you worship his cock. Likes the way it makes him feel when you tell him how deep it is, how much you wanna cum like it’s the only honest thing in the world. It always makes him inflate, and he’s a big man. He’ll never admit with words how much it affects him. He fucks you so good ‘cause it’s the only way to take back the control after a long night of thinking about you in all the wrong ways. He’s not the approval-reliant type. Wasn’t. Not searching for any acceptance but his own.
Now you make him question that, and he ruins you just to forget it until the cycle repeats all over again.
“P-please T-toji! Faster!” Your thighs clench hard as his hand drops from your throat, gasping and sputtering.
He echoes, “Faster?” Excited by the way your walls flutter around him, how pathetic your cock looks leaking against his stomach.
You were his first male lover. His only lover after his wife. You awakened an urge in him, in his mind it is your consequence to deal with. The more you beg the worse the urge gets. His never ending stomach for pleasure is one-track minded. You-track minded. You’re a complete mess on him, and all he can think about right now is making you cry. He can’t fathom how much you want that. Need that.
“Beg for it. More.” Something like a demand. Non-negotiable. Not like you mind. The hot feeling of embarrassment makes you hornier, in a twisted way, closer to cumming.
“Please daddy! Oh god, please! I’ll die without it. Need it so bad— wan’ you ta be mean— fuck, fuck please!” The blurred tears are dripping slowly now, creating salty paths down your nose and cheeks, slipping off your chin and landing somewhere below. Toji suppresses the urge to wipe them, instead grabbing your chin with that large hand, squeezing your pitiful face in between it.
You sniffle.
“Think you deserve my energy?” He hums, “yer so easy, you might just cum”
“Please Toji! I-I’ll just cum again if you say so! I’ll do anythin’ for it— Love your cock so much! Be such a good boy!” Drunk. You are utterly drunk off the grip of his hand on your chin, the way it still feels like he’s fucking you even when he’s still, how each squirm of your body makes him twitch inside your ass. Your head is swimming, puddled into mush and spilling out your ears. Only being replaced my him, him, him. His pride wants him to deny you, but he can’t. Not when he wants to see you face-down so badly.
“Then fuckin’ take it” he says, hoisting himself over until your on your back.
“Flip.” Short and quick he says it. Hasty. He’ll deny how bad he wants to fuck you in this moment to himself later. Now he’s going to fuck you. He slips out as you roll over, middle of your spine sloping down and ass arching toward him like a trophy. Trust, he’s going to claim it. The way you push back to him is teasing, needy, dick swinging between your legs and you whine.
A heavy palm comes down to spank your ass, Toji’s own head throbbing as you clench around nothing.
“Tell me how bad you need it.” Tell me, tell me — he’ll replay all the things you say over in his head until he shows up on your doorstep again. Masturbation is beneath him when he has you. It’s beneath you when you’re right here; disgraceful. He takes a thumb and pushes against the soft skin of your asshole, laughing quiet enough for you to miss it with a satisfied smirk.
“So bad! So bad, Toji!” Nothing else can be said, it’s all lost somewhere between pleasure and hopelessness. Toji is unignorable. He aims to leave a mark, and once it’s there he’ll never leave. Like a birthmark, an ‘angels kiss,’ your mother used to say. The descent into his madness was so slow you didn’t even notice it. Not until it was too late.
“Good fuckin’ boy” he chuckles, “my good fuckin’ boy. Want me to take you, huh? Want to be all mine?” You squeak, his heavy dick in his hand. He doesn’t wait for you to respond. Can’t. There is only one right answer for him, and there’s no question about it. “Yeah you do” and his thick head pushes in until you’re shaking, back arching further. Now resting your whole chest against the mattress.
“Fffuuuuuuckkkk” you both moan the syllable at once, a high groan following from you in suit as he continues to sink in. Wasting no time and delivering exactly what you begged for. Faster. His heavy balls slap against your own quickly, clenching with each forward thrust. He’s so heavy you can feel him in your gut, loud, unabashed cries are the only thing that relieve the pressure from his thrusts. Eyes rolling, toes curling, nails gripping onto your pillow to ground you, but it’s done a horrible job. You’re so high up in the clouds you’ll never come down, in heaven, maybe even better.
Toji’s girth is splitting you, his pace so quick that each thrust makes him moan, deep, mean. He lands another slap on your ass, sucking air through his teeth at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
“Fuck! So tight” there’s something maniacal about the way he says it, head dropped forward, black bangs rocking with each thrust. He makes sure to sink balls deep and repeat until all he can hear are your fervent yelps. Garbled words that only mean one thing to him, ‘he’s so fuckin’ good at fuckin’ you.’
“That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ scream for me” his words make you crumble to dust. ‘Yes! Yes!’ That’s what you think. You can’t say it, your tongue won’t materialize it, but you can think it. That’s all you can do. “Such a tight fuckin’ ass!” Simultaneously, you’re going to cum and combust. It snuck up on you like a snake in the grass, snapping up and catching you with its teeth. You can’t stop your hole from convulsing around him, unable to fully constrict from how well he gapes you.
“That’s it. That’s it!” He almost coos it, you’d think if you didn’t know better. Toji couldn’t stop the tone from slipping past his lips. The way you cum around him makes his brain all stupid in his head. Part of him wants to stop it, but the other part of him just wants it. Wants to fuckin’ coo at you and listen to how you scream for him with pride. He does both, but he’d be disappointed to know you think he’s kidding you. He just fucks you faster to forget. “Again.” He commands, leaning over your body to plant his hands on both sides of your head, snapping into your ass harder. “A-fucking-gain”
“Ugh—! ah!!” He’s practically pinning you down, forcing you still with his large chest. Forcing you to take it, to cum again. He knows he can make you do it. You know it too. It’s impossible for him to miss a single spot inside you with a dick like that. He knows his way around his own hips too well. Criminal.
“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum inside.” Toji says, staggered breath groaning into your skin, your body committing the feeling of his lips on your shoulder blade to memory. Hole sucking him in harder as you feel another orgasm coming on. This time you see it. Toji’s cock throbs inside your hole, his balls clenching against your skin. His fluttering stomach against your back tells you he’s close, the way he starts to thrust deep into you. Deeper if that’s even humanly possible. Your cock leaks out its last pathetic strings of cum, drool pooling against your pillow as Toji moans suddenly. Loud.
“Shit— shit!” His hot skin bottoms out against you. His chest, his stomach, his pelvis— you can feel it all — most especially his dick. Wet, sticky pools of cum make you seethe around him, whining and whimpering helplessly. His palm snuck onto your belly, holding you close, like he thought you wouldn’t notice. Your heartbeat thuds, chest twisting at the bittersweetness of the gesture. A lick of consciousness sneaking back in.
“Oh god” you exhale. Adjacent to a soft whimper. Your limbs wiggle like falling water, unable to hold yourself up. Toji tries to pull out but you stop him. “Fuckin’ hurts. Just wait. Just wait.” He shifts, but he stops. You sigh out exasperated.
“Well, fuck.”
ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
w.c. › 3.8k
Plot › you end up winning a call to a camboy/sex worker, you watch a lot!! Though it’s a bit embarrassing learning you’re one of the few men in his usual audience. Based off this.
Warnings › gojo a bit cocky sometimes—this takes place in a normal world. Reader is 19, gojo is 25. Some… straight stuff mentioned cuz gojo fucks a girl during his streams, bi gojo agenda!!
Kinks › praise, size kink, (attempts at) dirty talk…
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No way. You just gasped in your coffee shop, literally as your coworker was calling for you to serve a cake to someone.
You were never a lucky person. Most and every thing you ever entered in a prize to win something, being money or an item, you never won. Never, not once. You had assumed you just was an unlucky guy in those type of things.
So when you applied for the giveaway for the chat, you did it just cause.
And you won!
You fucking won.
“(Name) if you don’t hurry up and serve this poor lady her cake!” Your coworker, Nobara screamed.
You rushed out with the cake and quickly gave the girl it, ignoring the glare she gave you for being so rushed. That didn’t matter! You had to tell Nobara. You practically sprinted to her and dragged her to the employee lounge.
“What is your problem?” She asked, pulling her arm away from your tight grip. “It’s like you were trying to rip my arm off…”
“Look, look!” You shoved your phone in her face, earning a tight glare as she snatched it out of your hands. Her eyes glanced over the screen as she mumbled to herself, reading the message. It took about thirty seconds before she seemed to understand what the fuck she was reading.
“Seriously? You got a free call with your favorite pornstar?” She placed your phone on the countertop and shuffled over to the fridge.
“You don’t understand! I hardly ever win giveaways!”
Nobara glanced back at you. “Okay, same here. Are you alright, (Name)? Are the toys not enough?” She asked with a fake sense of pity.
You glared at her. “The toys are just fine!”
“Sure, sure. Well, what do you get from the win?”
“Uh, a free thirty minute private chat.”
“She’s also a camgirl?”
“No… it’s a camboy.”
Nobara blinked. “Oh. So it’s a gay camboy.”
“Also.. no… he’s only fucked women on the videos he posted on Twitter..”
Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Let’s hope he’s not going to be upset a dude just won his giveaway.”
You panicked slightly, “wait, you think he’ll be upset?”
“Maybe not. But if I were you, I’d make sure to not show my face on camera or speak on the mic.” She said, patting you on the back before leaving the lounge.
Any sort of happiness basically dwindled. She was right. You didn’t know this guy and while realistically, he can’t do anything to hurt you… He could end up getting angry and disgusted you won his call when the majority of his fan base has always been women.
Reaching over, you grabbed your phone and looked at the email, wondering if it’d be worth it. Just as you were about to email back that you couldn’t do it—you got a text message on your Twitter.
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 :
↳ Did you get the email?
You fainted.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
“You boys are so overdramatic.”
You can hear Nobara judging you. You feel the soft winds of someone fanning you, your head resting gently on their legs. With hesitance, you open your eyes, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding you.
Oh, it’s just Inumaki and Megumi.
Inumaki was the one holding your head on his lap while Megumi lazily fanned you with a makeshift paper fan. Megumi rolled his eyes once he noticed you were awake, moving to get up from the floor.
“Good?” Megumi asked, holding his hand out as he helped you get up.
‘We found you on the floor,’ Inumaki signed, getting up as well. ‘What happened?’
You pursed your lips, unsure if you wanted to tell them that you got shocked that a pornstar you’ve been following for over a year now messaged you. Nobara was heard stifling with laughter in the corner.
You quickly, and messily, signed that you were fine back to Inumaki. “Uh, just felt lightheaded. Y’know how the AC isn’t working well anymore.”
“Like those toys.” Nobara suddenly said.
‘Toys?’ Inumaki signed.
“You know what I mean, that emo boy of yours must use them too,” she said, ignoring the sudden blush on Inumkai’s face. Megumi groaned and moved to get his apron to begin his shift.
“Shut it, Nobara.” You whispered, glaring at her. She simply shrugged, smirking gleefully at the embarrassment she was bringing to you. You slipped out of your apron and placed it back, grabbing your bag as you began to clock out.
Inumaki and Megumi usually took over once you and Nobara were finished.
As you and Nobara left the cafe, she grinned mischievously at you. You looked straight ahead, not wanting to entertain her teasing.
“So, it couldn’t have been the email that you made you pass out like that. What was it?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullcrap!”
With a swiftness, your phone in your back pocket was gone. She easily dodged you as she began checking your phone, trying to see what had caused your fainting spell. Once she checked your notifications, she barked out a laugh.
“Oh he practically wants you! ‘Did you get the email?’ So desperate already,” she snickered, beginning to type something on your phone.
“Nobara?!”
After hitting send, she pushed your phone to your face, showing what she had just sent him.
𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚
↳ yes!!! <333
↳ Sorry, I was just so shocked I won!!!
What time are you thinking about?
“Mooniebunnie? What type of username…”
“I made it when I was like fourteen! Don’t judge.”
“Jeez, you’ve been on Twitter that long?”
“Nobara!!”
“Oh he responded.”
“Hah?!”
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚
↳ took you long enough.
↳ Saturday, 9 pm. I’ll only wait 5 minutes
↳ after the 30 minutes, you’re paying.
“Dick. The fucks his problem?”
“What’d he say?”
“You’d think he’s the one taking the dick up his ass.”
“Nobara..!”
“What? You can’t tell me this doesn’t come across as rude?”
She began typing for you again.
𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚
↳ just don’t disappoint me, 4 inch
↳ kisses <3
“Nobara?! What the hell?!”
“Hey, he started it. Anyway, your date is in two days. Good thing you don’t have a roommate anymore.”
You glared at her as she handed you back your phone. He didn’t seem to text back after that—only having a note that he certainly did read Nobara’s text. But to him, it was your text.
Gosh, you really didn’t want him to hate you.
But Nobara was right, he did seem a bit rude over text. Maybe he just texts a bit harsh but in person is nice.
Though it honestly felt you were creating excuses in your head at this point.
After splitting ways, you made it home to your small apartment. It was comfortable enough so you didn’t complain. Especially since it was in a good area. Nobara and her roommate, Maki, weren’t so lucky in the area they lived in.
Though it seemed like the burglaries that were happening there had finally slowed down.
Decorated in second hand items and anything you stole from your ex boyfriend and mother, your apartment was homey enough. The good thing was that you got an amazing view of the sunset in your room every afternoon.
The kitchen, dining, and living room was essentially just one full room. You had a foldable table to bring out whenever you ate dinner. Your tv was taken from your ex boyfriend, which was why it was so brand new compared to everything else.
You only have two other rooms. The master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a small, small bedroom. You practically just made it an extra closet space because it was just too cramped to be in there for long period of times.
Especially with the fact it only had a small tiny square window all the way close to the ceiling.
It was after 8 p.m. when you plopped down onto your bed, finishing your daily home tasks. Washing the dishes, warming up dinner, watching a BL drama while crying in loneliness, and now—masturbation time.
You scrolled your phone, wondering if you should wank it out to some random twitter videos or go to the cam website.
Just as you were about to pull up your list of comfort gay videos, a notification rang on your phone.
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ➤ ❝a creamy fill❞
Your fingers moved lightning speed. A bit embarrassing, really. Slipping off your boxers, you reached over and grabbed your lube, squirting a good amount on your fingers.
Despite him constantly fucking girls—you always watched. Something about him was captivating, even though you never saw his face. The girls face was almost always shown. But like always, the comments are filled with girls saying they love him.
The video started out with the girl in his lap, withering as his fingers spread her pussy open, his other hand resting comfortably on her throat. The only sliver of emotion you could see from him, was the small angle of his lips in frame.
Like always, he was smirking.
You never really enjoyed the beginning of his videos, since it focused heavily on getting the girl to cum from oral sex. Which was good for the girls—but not for you.
So, you usually focused on getting yourself ready for your dildo.
It was one you bought on a whim. But you had never meant for it to be so large, a length of seven, more so eight, inches. You would’ve thrown the thing out if it wasn’t the only dildo you had.
And there was no way you were going to go back to that sex store and get a new one.
You tuned them out for a few minutes, focusing on stretching yourself. It was always tedious, wishing it was someone else doing it for you. Just as you felt ready enough for your dildo, you finally glanced back at your phone.
The girl was now screaming, in pleasure, as he slammed his hips against her ass. It harsh and unforgiving—leaving the girl no chance to stay still. They were in a doggy style position, her face right up to the camera as she mewled and cried.
His grip was on her waist, pulling her back whenever she tried to pull away a bit in a way to slow it down.
“That’s a good girl.”
Boner gone.
You groaned. You loved hearing his voice, he sounded hot. But you hated it whenever he used that fucking word. Any type of “girl” or even more feminine terms always made you lose your boner.
There was nothing else you could really do at that point.
That’s why you mainly watched his solo streams.
With a huff, you placed your dildo back in its drawer and turned off your phone just as the girl reached her climax.
This guy was obviously straight…
You were really wondering if it’d be worth it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
“Ready for your big day, (Name)?”
‘What big day?’
You quickly glared at Nobara, hoping she wouldn’t tell Inumaki anything. Inumaki looked a bit confused—mostly in why you were so angry.
Isn’t today supposed to be special?
“Oh, nothing. It’s just… Saturday, who doesn’t love a Saturday?”
Inumaki raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s a normal Saturday.’
“Mhm, not for our (L.Name) (Name) here.” She winked, obviously enjoying the flushed look on your face.
The entire shift was spent with Nobara making innuendos and Inumaki looking confused by the minute. It wasn’t until your shift was over, and Megumi and Itadori came, that Nobara seemed to just blurt it out to Inumaki.
“He won a call with his favorite pornstar!”
‘You have a favorite pornstar..?’
“Nobara!” You screamed, slapping your hand against her lips as she stared at you in triumph.
Looking back at Inumaki who didn’t seem to be judging you, just a bit perplexed. Which isn’t shocking. He has a fucking boyfriend—you doubted he needed to watch pornstars religiously to get his socks off.
You shrieked as Nobara licked your hand, forcing you to pull away and quickly wipe them off on your pants.
“Yeah! That’s what I said! Who has a favorite pornstar?!”
“Shut it!!”
Inumaki gave you a shrug, ‘no need to be embarrassed. We all have weird habits.’
Somehow that felt less comforting.
You signed back a thanks to Inumaki before turning your anger to Nobara. She willfully began whistling as she walked down the street, not paying you any mind.
In all honesty, you just hoped the call wouldn’t end up with you in tears.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚
↳ here’s the link.
↳ join in twenty minutes
Dick.
Nobara was right. With a huff, you set your busted laptop on the bed in front of you. It was a miracle this laptop could even come to life. As you were deep in thought, wondering if you were feeling brave enough to really join, you heard the sound of a ping.
It took a moment, but then you accepted the link, joining a private call with Sixeye.
It was his usual set up for his live streams. The sight of a wall decorated with bookshelves. You always just assumed it was an office room he had. He was dressed in a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.
Huh, he usually dressed nice for his cams because his fan girls loved seeing him in suits.
Something something daddy issues.
Guess you weren’t special enough for that.
“Guess you aren’t putting on your camera?”
You quickly typed a simple no. No way in hell were you showing this guy your face—no matter how many times you had cummed to his videos. A simple chuckle was heard. His camera was pointed solely at his chest and bottom half, his face no where in sight.
Which was natural, the most he ever showed was his lips.
Girls just went wild for a cool smirk or something.
“No requests? Usually you girls are quick to give me a whole script.” His laugh filled the room.
↳ Just act natural
You type, hoping that was enough to make him get straight into it. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was reading your text. It seemed he took your words to heart as he pulled down his sweatpants and his cock plopped out, resting against his stomach.
“Alright, just want a quick fap then.”
He reached down and rubbed his tip, teasing the slit as he slowly began jacking himself off. His cock was large, maybe around seven inches? It was similar to your dildo. His hands were big too. Gosh, everything about him was big.
He was definitely the one who helped you figure out your size kink.
The only sound by now was his soft grunts and his hand jerking off his cock. You slipped off your boxers and easily slipped in three fingers inside of yourself, having stretched it out a bit earlier. Now, you were just trying to get yourself excited.
You reached down to your laptop, moving it a bit further so you could get comfortable on the bed with more leg room. Your fingers rubbed against your prostate, teasing it just the way you wanted.
Your moans were always on the more high pitched side, almost sounding similar to a girl when you reached your orgasm. So it was something you were a bit self conscious of. But being alone in your own home, you didn’t hold back.
Rubbing against your prostate, your toes curled as you whimpered and bucked into your own hand. You tried to push back any feeling of disappointment that it wasn’t someone else making you feel this way.
“Changed your…mind, baby?”
“Ngh..?”
You opened your eyes and glanced back down at your laptop.
Oh god.
Your fucking mic was on!!!!
You screamed out, quickly clasping your mouth shut as you stared at the screen in horror. He heard you. He heard every little gasp and whimper you had made. How long had he heard you?
Why didn’t he fucking say anything?
“Screamer, huh? Noted.”
He teased. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smirking.
“You….why didn’t you tell me?” You muttered, glaring at the screen.
But he didn’t answer. He seemed quiet for a moment. You watched as his hand stuttered on his cock. What? Did your voice sound that terrible?
“Speak.”
“Wha..?” You whispered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Speak now. Loud and clear.”
You hated how authoritative he sounded. It felt like you couldn’t just no respond to his command.
“Uhm… why didn’t you tell me…?” You spoke louder, allowing your mic to pick up your voice this time. You thought maybe he just didn’t hear you.
“Shit. You’re a guy?”
With a brave face, you huffed. “Judging me?”
“No. Fucking finally.”
You felt yourself blush. He was… excited? He began stroking his cock again but this time, with more vulgarity. It was like he was actually turned on by you. You felt your own cock twitch.
Someone… interested… in you?
You grabbed your dildo that rested beside you on the bed, rubbing it against your hole. Any sort of self consciousness you felt with your moaning was thrown out the window as you didn’t hold anything back. Fuck it if you regretted it later.
Right now, you’re going to enjoy it.
As your dildo began stretching you full, you glanced at the button that would turn your camera on. This was a one time thing…
He’d never see you again…
Fuck it.
“Well aren’t you adorable..? Fuck, how big is it?”
“Seven… inches.” You whispered, feeling embarrassed about showing yourself. Your sweating body, flushed face, watery eyes, and your cock leaking on your tummy. You were glad you didn’t see his face…
So you didn’t have to know if he actually found you cute.
“Always the cute ones.” His laugh sounded strained, a soft huff following it as he continued teasing his tip. “Like it big, huh? Stretching you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Didn’t.. mean to… get it so big.” You moaned, slowly teasing the dildo inside. Your camera was angled right between your legs, showing him the entire picture of the dildo slowly inching inside your puckered hole.
You arched your back, gasping once it finally reached its hilt, stuffing you full.
“Keep looking at the camera.”
You hadn’t even noticed you couldn’t be seen anymore. Moving around a bit, your face finally showed back on the camera. And you got a good sight of just how fucked out you looked just from a damn dildo.
“Good boy.” He whispered. “Y’know… I always put on a show for you guys—it’s time you do the same, hm?”
If you weren’t already itching for an orgasm, you would’ve ended the call immediately out of embarrassment. But you couldn’t back down now.
So, you moved to rest against your headboard, bringing in your laptop to get a good view of your face and ass. Tightening your grip on your dildo, you began thrusting it in and out, keeping a fast pace.
Your hips moved against the pace, your thoughts filled with the desire of a real cock fucking you. His hand gripping your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy just for his pleasure. But you had to deal with this pisspoor dildo.
The sound of squelching, your moans, and his grunts filled the room. You were so close, wishing to moan his name but no way in hell were you going to moan his fucking username.
“W…wan..na…moan..name..” you barely sputtered out, your moans betraying you whenever you tried to speak a full sentence. A cry left your throat when the dildo brushed against your prostate. You quickly made sure to continuously hit that area, your moans reaching higher in pitch.
Your orgasm was close.
You suddenly heard him grunt loudly. When you glanced at the camera, you saw his grip tighten as cum spurted onto his shirt. Did your moans…?
Not wanting to feel any misplaced confidence, you pushed the thought away. No way did your moans make him cum.
The sound of shuffling caught your attention as you saw him reach for his camera.
And then—
The camera was on his fucking face.
His lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes staring straight into yours. Blue eyes and white hair. It looked soft even though the camera.
You came.
You fucking came.
Man, maybe those girls were right about smirks being sexy…
Your toes curled as you arched your back, gripping the bedsheets as your cock came all over your stomach. The only sound left was the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down—having never orgasmed that intensely before.
“Did you… cum from seeing my face?”
He sounded so fucking cocky.
“Bye!” You yelled, slamming your laptop shut.
You totally did.
You sat in your room for about two minutes before screaming in embarrassment. No way in hell could you ever watch his streams again!!! You came!! You came from seeing his face!!
God….
That was embarrassing…
At least you would never interact with him again.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
“No way! From his face?!”
Nobara screamed laughing, her cackling echoing in the empty cafe. You could only focus on putting the cakes on display, trying to ignore the embarrassment in your heart.
“Gosh! Megumi! You heard about—”
“Don’t bring me into this.” He answered bluntly.
It had been a few days now since the… incident. You had blocked Sixeye’s account and haven’t watched any of his streams or videos ever since. It was just too embarrassing to watch them without thinking on how you came just from seeing his face.
But you kept thinking, why did he show his face?
It wasn’t like you were anything special. As the three of you continued getting the cafe ready for opening, Nobara continued making fun of you at any given chance. Megumi seemed to be in his own mind.
You had went to the back to grab some cups for the lattes and when you came back to the front, Megumi and Nobara were already speaking to some guy. He looked pretty tall, practically towering over Nobara.
But his back was facing you so you didn’t know who it was.
“Why are you even here?” Megumi asked, glaring at the stranger.
“Oh! Aren’t you Megumi’s friend?” Nobara questioned.
“Don’t insult me like that,” Megumi rolled his eyes before grunting as the stranger wrapped his arm around his neck.
“Aah~ Megumi~~ don’t be like that! I heard the cakes here were good. Can’t I try them??? Hm~?” The stranger teased, laughing slightly.
“Get off, you’re not getting a discount.”
“I didn’t say I wanted one… but now that you mentioned it~”
Nobara laughed, “no wonder you called him a blue eyed freak! He’s so annoying.”
“Megumi?!”
Megumi shrugged. “I’ve called you worse in my head. (Name), take Gojo’s order before I kick him out.”
Gojo huffed before finally turning over to face you. Your eyes widened once you finally got a good look of him. It…
Sixeye?!
The cup you were holding were slipping out of your hands as Gojo tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your face before widening in recognition. A grin appeared on his lips.
“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”
It definitely wasn’t yours.
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Oop? Yall want a part 2? It’s so hard writing phone/facetime sex… I praise those who write it constantly lmao
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🍨 TOO COLD ▭▬ ◌ 🆒 ✦ ˖
╰┈➤ summary; you give choso his first taste of ice cream, only for him to say something which leaves you stunned
╰┈➤ includes; bbg choso, gn! reader, extreme fluff, crack fic ig(?), literally just eating ice cream (apologies to all those lactose intolerance peeps)
╰┈➤ a/n; fic is 100% inspired by this, also this is extremely short (probs my shortest work yet)
“IT’S TOO COLD” choso mutters quietly after finishing a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
“that’s the point, it’s supposed to be cold” you quip back, a spoonful of ice cream still in your mouth. “you finished it too quickly anyways, surprised you haven’t gotten a-“ “agh!” “brain freeze…”
yup, choso has had his first ever taste of the delectable, frozen treat for the first time in his 150 years of living, and is now experiencing his first ever brainfreeze after shovelling it down as if he was being kept hostage over said treat.
despite the pain the frozen food cursed him with, he now insists on buying a tub of ice cream at least two times a week.
and yes, he still shovels it down and gets a brain freeze in payback
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᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢
CHAPTER 2 : CRUSHES
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╰┈➤ summary; the day after his bump in with the cute barista, sukuna struggles with comprehending his small crush, and so goes to his younger brother, choso, for some advice
╰┈➤ includes; plenty of little yuji, choso also being clueless on romance, sukuna pining over reader, pure fluffy chaos, some suggestive stuff near the end, reader’s clueless (will be explained why in next chapter)
╰┈➤ a/n; this chapter sadly doesn’t include reader until the very end, just a little bit anyways, this chapter mainly focuses on sukuna coming to terms with his feelings for reader
╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel, @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4, @diettothemusic, @donustellaron (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)
GROANING, SUKUNA PINCHES THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE IN FRUSTRATION, yuji seemingly in his own little world as he doodles away with a variety of coloured crayons, the ones not being used scattered across the mahogany table.
choso simply gave his older brother a soft sigh in response, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy whilst his fingers tap against the table in a random rhythm of sorts.
“what’s got you so worked up recently?” choso queried, before hastily leaving the comfort of his chair and rummaging throughout his cupboards, looking for something for them to snack on whilst they chat.
“it’s…. complicated,” the tatted male huffed out in response, arms splayed across his bare chest - oh yeah, it was a really hot day in tokyo, and so sukuna thought it best to not bother with a shirt, the AC failing to do its job.
choso shook his head at his brothers’ antics, always so stubborn, refusing to talk openly about anything that bothered him.
retreating back to the table with a supply of a biscuit selection, choso sat back down, placing the biscuit selection onto the table for all to share.
yuji let out a little ‘yay!’ at the sight of all the sugar, hands splayed out in a grabby motion, unable to reach the biscuits. sukuna grunted in frustration, before picking up a couple of biscuits and giving it to the pink haired boy. “no more, ya hear? don’t need ya bouncing around the house later,” the tatted man sighed out.
choso let out a small hum of content watching the interaction between the father son duo, knowing damn well that sukuna’s a big softie at heart, especially when it comes to yuji.
“cho! papa has been in contact with (nickname) recently! they go on… dates? like play dates? and then they sometimes come back with him and give me a plushie!”
choso simply smirked at sukuna, smug as ever. “I thought that something like that was going on, the only other time you’ve ever been this way was when you started dating her” he whispered, wishing to avoid yuji feeling sad about his mother.
sukunas’ eyes wondered throughout the kitchen, helplessly trying to avoid eye contact with the spike haired male.
“here’s the gist, just be yourself around them. that’s what I’d say is best, as someone who has dated a few people, majority prefer when you’re yourself…. maybe try to be a bit nicer though, you can be a bit mean sometimes y’know” choso advised the older male.
before sukuna could talk back to his brother, yuji lifted the drawing he was working on, showing that he drew himself, sukuna and you in the middle. all of you holding hands and smiling.
choso gave a knowing look, wanting to say something but choosing not to as yuji was in the same room as them, and he knows damn well that sukuna would simply curse him out for ‘being sassy’ with him.
you were shocked to receive a message from sukuna asking if instead of going out for your next hangout, he invited you to his own house.
yes, you have been to his house a couple of times already, but that was simply at the entrance, you’ve never actually been in his house.
to say you are nervous would be an understatement, you were practically pissing your pants as we speak.
on the way to his house, you bought a couple souvenirs for him and yuji. sukunas’ being a cologne of sorts, yujis’ being a kids colouring book as the kid seemed to enjoy his colouring.
when you arrived, the door suddenly opened even before you could ring the buzzer. the sight in front of you nearly made you pass out in shock. there the man was, a towel hiding his groin, abs on full display, body partially wet, with tats covering him from head to toe. your eyes quickly looked down, noticing how his tattoos go beyond the towel….
a gruff cough of your name flustered you, eyes avoiding his. sukuna simply chuckled at the sight of you checking him out and flustering over him noticing your stare off with his nether regions.
“(NAME)!! you’re finally here for the play date! are you ready to help build the fort with us? we even have a selection of movies on standby, sweets, crisps, snacks…” you filtered out yujis’ excited rambles as his tiny hands grabbed onto your hand, dragging you into the living room.
sukuna dragged himself to the room you and yuji resided in, wiping down the left over wetness with the smaller towel over his shoulder.
“sorry for the late notice, but I actually need a bit of help as I’m in a pickle this moment. I have work to do in half hour or so, and was wondering if you could look after him for me?” sukuna silently pleaded, teeth grit in a grimace.
“yeah sure, I would honestly love to look after little yuji! he’s such a well behaved kid. usually I would charge for doing something like this, but I wouldn’t mind doing it for free if….. we could possibly go on a date at some point?” you grinned, hand playing with yujis’ soft locks as he whined out in protest, small chubby hands hitting yours in retaliation, which you failed to feel.
“huh?” sukuna deadpanned
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♡﹒ꜜe﹒⪩⪨﹒BLUSHING MESS
★ : summary! — guys that blush like crazy when you give them the smallest amounts of affection
★ : contents! — pure heart melting fluff, hand holding, lip kisses, cheek kisses, forehead pecks, hugging, blushing stuttering guys, gn! reader
★ : characters! — (attack on titan) eren jeager, armin artert, jean kristien, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, levi ackerman, porco galliard (jujutsu kaisen) gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo (genshin impact) diluc ragnivnder, xiao, zhongli, thoma, wanderer, lyney, wriotheslay, nuevillette
WHEN YOU HOLD HIS HAND, his palms get all clammy and he looks everywhere but you, praying to himself that you don’t notice the sweat that covers his hand; spoiler alert, you do! you just choose not to say anything as he’s flustered enough as it is and if you teased him any further he’d probably have a heart attack
WHEN YOU COVER HIS FACE WITH KISSES, his cheeks uncontrollably heat up, a pink hue dusting his cheeks whilst he adorably pouts. you notice his habit of avoiding eye contact when flustered, which you find adorable. no, he doesn’t know you know
WHEN YOU SUDDENLY EMBRACE HIM INTO A WARM, PASSIONATE HUG, he becomes a stuttering mess, asking why you’re doing it, what’s the special occasion etc. what he doesn’t realise is 9/10, there is no reason, you just want to show him how much you love him
WHEN YOU GENTLY PECK HIS FOREHEAD WHILST SNUGGLING ON THE COUCH, he can’t help the blush that spreads like wild fire over his face, he just can’t handle how much you love him, he can’t handle it sometimes as he never knew how someone could love him so much, you’re too precious for him <3
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Imagine being proud of this? Like why are you upset about how some writers only prefer writing for female readers, just like how some prefer writing for male readers, plus they did all those tags and have made fun of the JJK x readers writers. If you don’t like that people write for female readers, then please block them and go on with your day.
plz could you write a sub!colby brock x fem!reader
Im sorry but this is a x male reader blog so therefore I don’t do anything x female reader, also I’m Amab so I don’t think I can do any of the female readers any justice like the x female reader blogs do :(
Hello Dimitri!!! How are u? :) Can i request to Toji with Male reader? Basically an bissexual reader and a confused with his sexuality Toji, they're partners on the job (2006 era btw) and in one day of resting they end up having a sexuality conversation and omg!! Toji finds out he likes boys in some way, so yeah, the end you decide if you gonna do nsfw or sfw so whatever for me, also can you do imagine and/or headcanon whatever you find more easy to do 🙂
Toji x bisexual male reader sfw/Nsfw imagines~ •^•
A/N so I did it as imagined just for the sake of giving more scenarios and since it’s not a full fic I wanted to give you both nsfw and sfw to make it a little longer so I hope you like TwT
Imagine being a bounty hunter like Toji, you had your own reputation and you were revered to be on his level, although you were just as known of you had never actually met the sorcerer hunter. That was until shiu placed you and Toji together for a particularly hard mission with no possibilities of failure.
Imagine having to prepare for this bounty for days having to stay together to be able to kill the target, having to first start by sharing a room but that was fine there was two beds and you’re straight you both were! Or so you thought.
Imagine your internal panics start when it comes to seeing him in those tight muscle shirts showing every bulge and every curve of his structure making you question if the gods carved him personally, shaking yourself out of it and looking away before he can notice as your cheeks turn a slight warm rosy beneath your skin.
Imagine Toji starting to notice you staring and starts to tease you asking if he’s “that hot to ya” only in turn giving another blush spreading across your face and you’re oh so quick to deny using your straightness as your shield saying “I’m just admiring! I’m straight it isn’t like that Toji!”
Imagine in the days passing your starting to realize you aren’t nearly as straight as you tell yourself, realizing all the lewd thoughts you are having of a man you never even knew just off of his body and cruel teasing words. You can’t seem to bring yourself to make the first move on this man which is weird because by your standards you were never anxious over women even when you got rejected you smiled and moved to the next but Toji was a first for many things and this was only one.
Imagine you dressing a little more revealing maybe in tighter clothes to show off your muscles and to give Toji glances at your body in hopes he’d make a move on you just for him to stare at you unamused making you huff upset that your charms are failing you when you need them most!
Imagine rubbing against him at any chance you can and saying it was an accident, getting him all hard and saying “s’cuse me” as you press your ass right against his groin when you squeeze past him making him grunt under his breath with his patience running thin and thinner with your attitude and teasing.
Imagine toji’s last straw being a conversation you brought up in hopes to get him going, you saying hinting comments about your sexuality never going out of your way to say your bisexual but hinting if he was interested then you wouldn’t mind, all the signs and teasing all the touches and glances driving this man to a new point of pissed as he straight up asks “are ya sure ya don’t like men?” Only to ear a quiet “no” from you in admission
Imagine the last thing you remember is Toji on top of you with your legs over his shoulders whining out his name as you nibble at his muscular torso to keep the squeaks quiet, all flustered and embarrassed never imagining yourself as the bottom but as soon as his cock head twitched right on your prostate you seen stars.
Imagine Toji fucking you all feral, his head in your neck biting and ravaging you between grunts as you gasp and pull at his hair trying your damndest to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to let any of the people in the hotel rooms next door hear you taking it. Toji on the other hand could care less all he is focused on is your gummy like walls clenching and milking his cock making him obsessed as your rim try’s to wink around his cock trying to greedily take more and he’s very happy to oblige especially after all the teasing and leaving his poor cock on edge, you’re definitely in for a night of pent up sex.