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This is a proshipper blog. I use shipping (and sometimes headcanons) as a way of coping with my trauma. This may result in me posting some problematic, uncomfortable, or undesirable content. I WILL put TW's on my posts, but I wanted to make it clear that my content may be triggering or uncomfortable for some people.

Soooo I just thought about this:

I was thinking about problematic ships in MLP like Spike x Rarity and such, when I thought about why Celestial x Twilight is horrible. It’s age difference right? So then I thought, isn’t Discord the same age as her? And if that’s true, what about Fluttercord? Wouldn’t that be problematic because of the age gap between the two? I don’t judge anyone if they ship this because they’re probably not thinking like that, but it’s still worth to mention.

Also don’t ship the Cutie Mark Crusaders as a polycule if you ship Rarijack. It makes things weird.

What do you think about pairings like Stroheim/Speedwagon or Joseph/Speedwagon? Have you ever drawn anything with these pairings?

I've actually drawn a couple Strowagon things!! I really like the pairing, especially in the context of the Sunset Justice AU.

(Uncensored mini-comic here)

Realistically, though, I don't think the pairing would ever work because Speedwagon lived in celibacy for the rest of his life after Jonathan's passing. It's a fun ship to play with nonetheless :3

As for Josewagon... The implications are really sad and kinda hot 👀 I've never drawn it before and I don't have any ideas for them atm. It's definitely a ship I'd love to draw something for at least once tho!

Why do so many ghost and pals artists end up problematic?! Like it's so easy to NOT post NSFW of Mr. Simmons. I also realize that Christopher is a common "victim" of these problematic posters. LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE-

Mob likes to kiss and Reigen takes advantage of that (ageswap AU, underage)

ReiMob Drabbles, Ch1

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Mob knows he shouldn't do this. Knows he shouldn't encourage the young boy who comes to visit him after school almost every day.

He'd like to push all the blame to Dimple, the devious green spirit that sometimes whispers into his ear (Oh look, he's wearing a new tie today and pfft, look at him trying to comb down his hair or, he cringes as his eyes roam over, I'm pretty sure those shorts weren't that short before) but he knows that's just an excuse.

"Hey Mob," Reigen calls out to him. He's only been there long enough to shed his gakuran and school bag but Mob knows what he wants. Dimple knows too and he chuckles, I better not come back to you in jail Mob

Mob makes a noise as he continues typing and Reigen takes that as his sign to continue, "let's kiss."

The way he says it, so matter of fact (as if a 14-year old kissing a 27-year old is normal), causes Mob's fingers to stutter and he's forced to delete the whole sentence he'd just typed. What was he typing?

"Why don't you do your homework...you said you needed help with...math?"

Reigen laughs, "Don't you suck at math? Isn't that why I'm here?"

Mob colors a bit because yes, he wasn't good at math but he just needs to steer the conversation away from-

"Come on, didn't you say you liked kissing me?" He's closer now, his elbows on the table as he looks directly at Mob, a grin on his face, "You look really cute when you blush, you know."

Mob looks away from those dark eyes and tries to focus back on his computer, "I'm busy."

Reigen pouts and Mob's eyes automatically move back, stare a bit too long, and that gives Reigen the motivation he needs to keep pushing, "Just one?"

It's never one, echoes in Mob's head.

"I'll do my homework and let you work afterward."

Mob watches from the corner of his eye how Reigen gets closer. He's already around the table and is peering over at what he's doing. A snort leaves him and the way his face scrunches up and his eyes light up with mirth is beautiful. He leans his hands out, placing them on Mob's thigh and he freezes up completely, "Please?"

It's only one, a voice taunts and it suspiciously sounds like Dimple, what's the worse that can happen?

Oh he can think of a few things...

"Just one," he says and turns his chair. Reigen yells out a yeah! and pumps his fist like he's just won the #1 prize to a game. It makes Mob's chest swell with happiness.

Reigen smiles at him and moves to his open arms. He's taller than Mob like this and Mob secretly thinks that Reigen likes that. Reigen brushes their noses together before kissing him. It's really just a press of lips and they stay like that for a few seconds. Mob's hands move to settle on Reigen, both around his waist.

He likes staying like this, feeling those chapped lips meshed with his, breathing in the smell of salt and warmth, enjoying the tranquility he feels at having someone he loves so close. It all makes him dizzy and he's about to move away to tell Reigen that's enough, go do your homework when something changes. He opens his eyes when he feels Reigen's hand move up his shoulder and cup his jaw. They're no longer lip locked, but their breaths mingle and they still touch. That's when he feels it.  

His fingers dig into Reigen's hips and where did he learn this?!

Reigen's tongue is bold as it swipes against his lips. He knows what this means and he knows he should stop but he also likes it. Likes how Reigen is gripping his jaw, likes the feel of his prying tongue and demanding gaze. Mob relents, let's him roam his mouth and it's a very simple kiss, all things considered. It makes him wonder if Reigen knows what to do next and he gets his answer when he feels those chapped lips inch away, Not yet

He puts more pressure on Reigen's hips, pulls him closer, and pushes his tongue to explore Reigen. He licks his chapped lips, getting them moist and smooth, plays with his tongue, bites his lips, his hand moves to press them closer, tangle in his hair-

A moan brings him back to reality and he pushes Reigen back a few inches. They're both breathing hard and if someone walked in there'd be no doubt as to what they'd been up to.

Then Reigen's soft voice breaks the semi-silence, "Wow...that was better than I thought..."

Mob feels a headache coming and he asks, "Where did you learn this?"

It seems Reigen is all better now as he pulls at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and flattening it out, "Oh you know, just watched an AV with the guys. Seems they got it from their brother's stash and we were all curious," he shrugs.

Mob frowns, "You're all too young to be watching that."

"But Mob," Mob knows that teasing tone and wonders what hole he's dug himself into this time, "I'm a healthy teenager. If I don't do this once in a while I'll be pent up, unless you're offering to help of course~"

Mob groans and turns back to his computer, don't think about it, don't think about it

Reigen laughs and Mob is grateful that the blonde is taking out his work because he's sure he only has so much patience.

A/N:

Thanks for reading!

[Translated/ReiMob] Had Mob liked it? Had he disliked it? He had to try it again to be certain

Written by @yaoi-no-akuma

Can read the Spanish story via ao3 or Tumblr. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD

Summary: Did he like it? Did he not like it? He had to try it again

It was bitter.

His palate was used to other types of flavors. He was still young, although that didn't imply that his sense of taste was that of a child. He liked takoyaki, ramen, and milk, the last being one he couldn't completely classify. Perhaps it was sweet, perhaps it wasn't, he wasn't really sure but the flavor was nice and he supposed that was enough. Still, he wasn't sure where to categorize that strange bitter taste that spread into his mouth.

Had he liked it? Had he disliked it?

He tried to reimagine the moment, the strange and alien taste as it snaked along his tongue, went up to his palate, and spread to his gums. Again, he tried to savor it but it had been hours since he'd experienced it and he'd already eaten dinner. There were no remains left. He was slightly disappointed since he'd been hoping to discover if that rough and dry taste was to his liking.

He'd need to taste it again.

Although he wasn't sure how to ask. It hadn't been something he'd originally planned to encounter

.

.

He always put milk-flavored candy into his mouth, like strawberry milkshake or yogurt, and it had stirred some curiosity in him the first time that he'd seen him do it. It led him to think he liked sweet stuff even though he told him the taste was nothing special. He bought strong-flavored food, not sweet, more so salty, he knew this because they often shared food. And so he came to his own conclusions instead of asking directly, fueled by a feeling that made his heart speed up and told him it was best not to ask, that if he did, something would happen.

He continued eating candies for two weeks and when the third week started he couldn't hold his curiosity at bay. He himself couldn't understand it. It seemed he'd spoken aloud and it wasn't until he'd analyzed his teacher's words that he realized what he'd said. He became nervous when he realized what he'd done, distressed, he broke out into a cold sweat as he listened to the older man.

Tobacco flavored kisses are unpleasant.

He tensed up in his spot as the brunette stopped a few meters from the couch he was occupying. He moved his eyes to see the older man's face, and no matter how useless that information was he didn't know how to react. He realized that the candy was still in the man's hand and his gaze stopped at the object with the pink wrapper.

He didn't know how, but it happened.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that instead of seeing Reigen's hand in front of his pink tie, he saw his light brown locks and his eyes. The warm air against his lips was replaced by the fiery touch of unfamiliar lips and his own saliva and tongue weren't the only things inside his mouth anymore.

Time seemed to stop. He came back to reality in the midst of it all and didn't know how to respond to the situation. The older man's tongue clashed with his and their saliva mixed. He felt a tickling sensation and the voracious touch made him feel like he was suffocating. In that instant he didn't think about how his first time was with his teacher, he didn't think about it being with another man, much less in how unusual this must be. All he knew was that he didn't want this to end, that he liked the heavy and sticky feeling.

See? It's not good, he said before sending him home.

He loved the sensation but the taste disappeared before he could examine it.

He wanted another nicotine flavored kiss.

Next reimob translated story will be this one!

Summary:  Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

Notes: Because it's Reigen's birthday dammit I suppose this is PWP? I really don't think there's plot -laughs- Strange title, only because I needed to add one

Warnings: drunk Reigen, underage Mob (I think canon age), masturbation, non-established relationship

I’ve already translated about half (maybe a tad more) so it should be up by tomorrow~

[Translated/ReiMob] Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

Written by @yaoi-no-akuma

Can read the Spanish story via ao3. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD 

Summary:  Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

This story has 14Mob, rated E for mild smut

"Teacher?" he called out once he closed the door.

It was a little late and he thought it was strange the office lights weren't on. He walked carefully, placing his hand against the wall until he reached the switch, was he perhaps in a seance?

"Teacher?" he called out again but received no answer.

He thought that he wasn't even in the office or perhaps he'd already left with a client, although the older man hadn't mentioned anything about going to a site (much less anything about a waiting client), during the phone call...he discarded the idea.

It wasn't long before he felt the switch, his fingers ran over it, and then he pressed it. The room was illuminated, he could clearly see everything in the room and there was no trace of the psychic. He gulped and continued into the office. He saw the brunette's desk chair. It was facing away from him and he thought maybe he'd fallen asleep.

He came closer with the intention of affirming his suspicions. He passed through the side of the couch and on his way he kicked something with his right foot. He jumped and stopped. He looked down and his body relaxed as he realized he'd kicked an apparently empty can if the missing spillage was any indication, what could it have been?

He heard the squeak of the couch cushions and he turned around. His heart skipped a beat. Resting on the couch was the older man with dark eyes. He turned in his place and slowly came closer to where his teacher was peacefully sleeping.

He could feel something squeeze in his chest. The sound of calm breathing reached his ears. He stopped at half a meter from the couch's border and he kept his gaze upon his face. Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen the other's face so close before.

Unconsciously, he began to lean in, shortening the distance between their faces, "Teacher?" he called out a third time, but this time without really wanting a response. His voice was hardly above a whisper as he didn't wish to wake him.

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Nobara instantly gravitates towards Yuuji. Perhaps Saori wasn't the only exception in this cruel world (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch1

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Nobara knows how cruel people can be so when she moves to the city she toughens up. It’s the only way she knows how to protect herself and she wants to last long enough to meet Saori again

On the first day of classes, she makes sure to straighten up and look everyone firmly in the eye, daring them to think that just because she’s from the country she can’t hold her own. She can see some people whisper, the sneers and frowns on their faces as they look her up and down, deciding she’s already not worth their time - really they’re all the same no matter where she goes and she sends them her own sneer in return. The teacher is droning on about how they should make her feel welcome, to be nice classmates, but Nobara doesn’t need any of them. She’s survived alone for so long, she’s sure to be able to continue taking care of herself

She sends them that message, she’s perfected a look to keep people at a distance and she’s sure it will work wonders here. She’s not here to make friends, she’s here to find Saori

But as she makes her way across the classroom, something catches her eye, or rather two someones in the back, twins, one of them, a guy, is sitting in the corner, his expression bored, like he could be doing something else, be anywhere else. She’s sure he hasn’t even glanced to the front and she has a sneaking suspicion he’s not even paying attention to the teacher. He’s got dyed pink hair with multiple piercings on his right ear, she can also see a few tattoos peeking from his clothes and she instantly thinks troublemaker, thug.

But his expression isn’t all that unfriendly. She frowns at the slight contradiction. She’s seen the faces of dangerous men and women and his expression looks more like indifference. She feels like crossing her arms and glaring, what is he even doing here then?

But what really catches Nobara’s eye is the girl next to him. She also has short pink hair and Nobara catches a glint on her right ear, not as many piercings as her counterpart but still more than your typical person. They could be identical and Nobara squints her eyes in suspicion, wondering if maybe the near-identical hairstyle was some sort of dare or some form of brocon. No matter, it’s not her business how others choose to express themselves but the girl is staring straight at her, stars in her eyes, a huge sloppy grin on her face

If the guy hadn’t even given her a glance, then this girl hadn’t taken her eyes off of Nobara since she’d been introduced. Nobara clenches her jaw and stares back at those chestnut, almost red eyes. She feels like she’s suspended in time for a moment and she only blinks when the teacher tells her to sit in the back next to “Itadori Yuuji”. “Itadori Yuuji” raises her hand and waves, as if Nobara hadn’t just been staring at her, as if they hadn’t just been…Nobara’s not really sure but…sharing a moment?

She marches to her new seat, her back still straight and she feels irritated at the giggles that follow her. She dares them to try anything

Yuuji smiles at her and introduces herself and her older twin - but only by a few minutes, he got lucky, it could have easily been her that was the older twin! - Sukuna.

Nobara hears Sukuna scoff but that’s all he does before promptly ignoring the two. Yuuji explains that Sukuna is like that, mostly antisocial. She also tells Nobara of the guy that usually sits in front of Sukuna (but who is absent today), someone named Fushiguro. Nobara doesn’t really care but the way Yuuji talks about him, she understands this Fushiguro is one of her best friends. The teacher calls order and Yuuji whispers, “Let’s have lunch together.”

Nobara wonders if not everyone is as cruel as she believed. Or rather, perhaps Yuuji is another exception.

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A/N:

Oop! I watched JJK and while half asleep this happened. It's an idea I'm working on and I'd like to write it a bit better and into a oneshot but figured I'd drop my thoughts to help clear the clutter. It's kind of Nobara instantly gravitating towards Yuuji, is this maybe a crush why can't I stop looking and caring?! Only for her to get her heart broken because SukuIta. Yes, this is problematic ship content

It's in times like these that she misses Saori the most. She's sure Saori would listen to her woes and give her advice (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch2

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It's the simple things that get to Nobara, like the touching, always the touching. How they'll be sitting together and then Yuuji will start tracing patterns on her hand, she's usually not sure what they are (if they are anything) but a couple of times she's recognized roses. They curl around her fingers, go up her hand, and sometimes tease her wrists. She wishes she'd worn the short-sleeved uniform on those days, to see if the patterns would continue, how high they would go

Or the times when everyone will be sitting together for lunch, even Sukuna joins them sometimes, although Nobara isn't sure what for. More often than not, he'll just be dozing off or, it makes Nobara's blood boil, arguing with Yuuji. She supposes that this is a quality of siblings, of people that are close enough to show each other their ugly sides and sometimes she wonders if that's what makes her angry. That it's only in these moments that she can see a Yuuji with bright red cheeks, her eyes bright with indignation or tears or both, the way her voice can go rougher or high pitched. The way a well-aimed kick will be caught and, she notices, always notices, how lightly Sukuna will hold Yuuji's ankle

It makes her angry that Yuuji will only smile at her

She doesn’t want to hurt Yuuji with callous words like Sukuna does but a part of her, something dark and wretched, wishes that maybe she would. She wonders what kind of expression Yuuji would make, if she’d continue to draw patterns on her skin, if she’d allow Nobara to mark her as well, how far would she let her go? But Nobara is afraid to see those tears, afraid to lose someone else, so she bites her tongue and lets Sukuna do as he pleases because, at the end of it all, it’s Nobara that Yuuji chooses. Nobara has seen the annoyance that will mar Sukuna's expression before he fixes his features into indifference.

She's seen his glances when Yuuji touches her more than usual, their arms touching, their thighs, and sometimes, when Yuuji wants to be extra clingy, Nobara will be able to feel the whole of her body against her, those muscled but thin arms of hers going around her neck, her waist. Sometimes they'll walk arm in arm and she thinks that this is what true happiness is like. There’s no reason for her to want more and yet she yearns, yearns to taste those thin lips, cup that defined jaw, run her fingers across that toned back as their breasts touch. Which kind of sounds would escape Yuuji as Nobara brought her to completion?

It's in times like these that she misses Saori the most. She's sure Saori would listen to her woes and give her advice, laugh with her as she describes Sukuna's attempts at not caring, congratulate her on another win. Fushiguro, she's learned, is a good listener but he always gives her a look when she talks about Itadori. She wants to ask what he's trying to convey, ready to argue and defend her feelings and Yuuji's obvious interest, but every time she's about to, the tiny part of her, the one that always hesitates, the one she usually ignores, implores her to stop, don't dig, you won't like it

It's only in these moments when she listens

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Yuuji's pain tolerance isn't the worst (SukuIta Twins, nsfw)

Of Pain and Pleasure

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Yuuji’s pain tolerance isn’t the worst

She supposes she has Sukuna and all the people he’s pissed off to thank for this. She knows she can handle any stray punches and kicks, the few that connect and draw some blood, even a crack of bone. She’s had a broken nose once after she saw some kids from another school gang up on her brother. She’d ran into the fight and had even taken down a few guys before she’d gotten distracted, a well aimed punch breaking her nose. Sukuna had been all smirks and grins but when he saw her stop to touch her face, surprise and slight pain pinching her features… she’d never been more afraid…or aroused

Yuuji doesn’t need anyone to protect her but the way Sukuna yelled and charged at everyone near her, nearly killed the guy who dared hurt her, made her giddy. The way he dragged her away after seeing nobody move from the dirty pavement, only for him to tuck them both away into an empty alley, push her against the wall, trap her to his more muscled body and kiss her face, lick the blood, mutter threats he’d already fulfilled, only made her ache. She could feel the arousal making her clench her walls, eager for the reward pressing insistently into her mound

She’d been wearing her school uniform so it was easy work for Sukuna to part her legs, pull her panties aside, and thrust his fingers into her leaking cunt. She wasn’t sure if the dizziness she’d felt was from the pain or the pleasure, her hands already at his pants, pulling, guiding, and they’d fucked there, not able to wait until they got home. She remembers the adrenaline still running through both of them as she marked his neck and he pounded into her, his fingers gripping her thighs enough to bruise, and they did, she’d seen the marks later, felt them for days

They’d gotten home eventually, she’s not sure, but she thinks she passed out

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Sukuna got into the habit of flicking her nose as it healed, touching the aches where a few hits met their mark. She’d hiss and yell at him, tried to flick his hand away, but he’d only grabbed her face in a vice, Nobody else is allowed to mark you. If you don’t like it then don’t let them hurt you again

He must have sensed her lust because he made some excuse about going to take her to the nurses office to the teacher, and then he’d pulled her away to the old building, to one of the bathrooms that was hardly used. She remembers a senpai that said it was rumoured to be haunted, that nobody ever came by for that reason, but if someone did want to wander and test their courage, well, classes were back in session, the lunch bell having already rang while Sukuna had led her away

She hadn’t even waited for him to turn around when she dropped to her knees. He only smirked while leaning against the door, someone’s really feeling it today, desperate for big brother’s cock today?

Yes yes yes

Someone might hear us, don’t you want to move further inside?

But she’d already been undoing his belt, pulling at his button, and when she finally had what she wanted in sight, she nearly moaned, probably sighed. He was only half hard, but she knew how to fix that, pulled him into her mouth, stroked him and sucked until she couldn’t fit him all inside, until she had to stroke the base and could feel her spit dribble down her chin, the same way she felt her underwear get wet with how aroused she was

Fuck, you really are feeling it today, Sukuna groaned and tangled his fingers into her long hair, Ready for more? I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours

She’d moaned long at that, had pulled off to take a breath and then let him do as he pleased, let Sukuna push so far into her mouth she could feel his pubes brush against her mouth, the head of his dick touch the back of her throat. She’s sure she gagged a few times but he kept going and she only clutched at his pants, delirious from the pain and the pleasure. Oh god how she loved this

She wanted him to come in her mouth but even in times like this, Sukuna liked to think about her. He pulled off slowly, his eyes following the way her spit and his precum connected them and then, with enough distance, severed the connection. She licked her lips, making a show of swallowing but Sukuna had other plans. He rubbed himself along her face, the bandages on her nose and she flinched slightly before sticking out her tongue to lick at his passing shaft

He guided himself back towards her lips, slowly, the tip pressing in slightly into her waiting mouth, only to pop off and messily glide along her cheek

She was soaking and so close, just a single touch was sure to have her coming

He pulled her up, pushing her further into the bathroom, kissing her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist so there was no space between them, she could feel him between her heated thighs as they moved and he whispered between kisses, Fuck, you’re so beautiful, taking my cock like a good little slut, I bet you want more, right?

Yes yes more please

A particularly nasty bite pushed her across the edge and she felt herself come, her hands clutching at the arm he had across her body, her voice unfiltered as she cried out his name. Her thighs clenching and she could hear the little breath he let out near her ear, she loosened up her legs and could feel how Sukuna rubbed up against her clothed lips, smearing her arousal along his tip, pressing but not penetrating. She whined at his teasing

He only chuckled into her ear, patience

He rubbed her stomach softly as he positioned her against a sink. It was small, only enough for her to hold on but she could see why he chose this particular sink – the mirrors. There was the typical sized one in front of the sink and the one to the right, the full length mirror. He was watching her from the front as he pulled her shirt from her skirt, unbuttoned it so slowly, his fingers teasing across her skin, her nipples hard and hairs alight as he pulled it off her shoulders. He was aware enough to leave it against the next sink, to not let it get dirty. She bent forward, opening her legs some more, knowing he was at his limit as well, but Sukuna just touched her softly, unclasped her bra. That didn’t get the same treatment as her top

She could feel his lips along her back and she looked up into the mirror, saw the bit of blood staining her bandage and she wasn’t sure if it happened when he grabbed her face during lunch or fucked her mouth just a moment ago

He pulled her underwear off and it piled by her ankles, soaked through. She moaned as he circled around with his tip and she tried to move her hips back against him, to get him inside but he kept pulling back right when she could feel him pass her lips, Sukuna! Stop playing, I need you to –

He pushed right in to the hilt and didn’t stop. She gasped at the feeling, could feel herself having trouble keeping her breathing in check and she was this close to ripping that bandage off her face, would have probably attempted to if Sukuna wasn’t pounding into her, forcing her to keep a tight hold on the sink

Ah yeah baby just like that, tighten up for big brother, fuck, yeah just like that

Her head was bowed, the slight thumping noise that it made as it hit the mirror joining the sounds of her gasping, moans, Sukuna’s grunts and curses, the wet glide of him thrusting into her. Her chest was also bumping against the faucet handles, the cold surface only a light reprieve from her heated body. She could feel another orgasm coming, was clenching tighter, her legs loosing strength, when Sukuna stopped. She nearly sobbed, whined his name, begged him to continue, tried to get him to move by tightening up but he only slipped out, his breathing labored

His hands loosened on her hips (bruises, she was sure to have more again) and then moved up her stomach towards her breasts

Not like that Yuuji, I need you upright, I need you to watch me fuck you, I want you to see what a mess you are, so pretty

He held them in his hands gently and pulled her upright, turned her toward the full length mirror. Her face was a mess, the blood having stained more of the bandage, but not enough to be worrisome. Her hair was sticking up thanks to the sweat she’d worked up, her face red. He moved her hair to her left shoulder and kissed her softly, teased along her arm and she was afraid he’d let her come while empty again. He took her hand in his and placed it against the mirror’s surface and she realized how her fingers had trouble flattening, her grip so tight on the sink they’d locked up. Sukuna soothed them and she closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensation of his skin on hers

Ready?

Mhm

He entered her again, gave a few slow thrusts before picking up the pace. She watched how concentrated he was behind her, how he bit his lips, couldn’t help but notice how her breasts jumped at every thrust, the visible clenching of her abdomen. She wanted to take off the skirt, wanted to see Sukuna’s every thrust, but didn’t want him to leave again. She gave a needy whine and Sukuna must have realized what she wanted because, with clumsy but deft fingers, he pulled her skirt up, pushed it to the side, into her waistline, and she could see her needy sex, could see the strain in his legs as he pushed deeper, his thrusts coming harder and she pushed slightly against the mirror to keep upright

She could feel herself on the precipice again and she tried to keep looking just like Sukuna wanted, but the pleasure was too much and soon she was bent over again, gasping. Sukuna didn’t complain this time, his thrusts getting erratic as well, his breathing louder. They were both so close

S-Sukuna, inside, come inside, d-don’t fucking, ah, don’t leave me empty, come please

She knew what she was asking for was dangerous, knew he hadn’t used a condom this time, but she was so desperate, wanted to feel him fill her up, to feel the warmth of his cock as she came, she wanted to clench around his girth. She wanted to milk him dry. She came with a cry, nearly a wail, her organism hitting so hard she was sure she lost consciousness for a second, nearly drowning out the sound of Sukuna right behind her, yelling out yes baby fuck Yuuji so tight before coming with a groan

His hips stuttered and she could feel his come, warm, and making everything filthier. He kept thrusting shallowly, sensitive from his own organism but wanting to chase the pleasure for as long as he could. She winced at her own oversensitivity but didn’t tell him to stop

Then he stilled, slumping into her back, his arm going around her waist again, helping keep them both upright, the mirror fogging up where they both lay their heads

She couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her, I think I know why this place is haunted

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Cleanup was a bitch

Sukuna was thorough with his mouth and had enough sense to be careful around her clit. It seemed he also had enough sense to bring a pack of wipes with him but had decided not to use them in lieu of having a taste first. He also used his undershirt, which wasn’t in the best conditions (all things considered), as a cloth to wipe down their perspiration. Her underwear was a lost cause and she felt uncomfortable with how damp it was after she’d run it through the faucet and the blow drier, but she’d rather that then go around without panties

Sukuna was also vehemently opposed and at least they agreed on something

They eventually made it to the nurses office where the nurse cleaned up her face, the dark shadows under her eyes doing nothing to conceal how she looked back and forth between the two

You shouldn’t keep pestering her wound or it won’t heal correctly, then we’ll have a Yuuji with a scar on her face

Sukuna only feigned indifference, yeah yeah

And of course he didn’t listen and of course Yuuji indulged him, indulged herself, and Nobara only shook her head at the light scar left across her nose

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OMAKE

Yuuji gave up on trying to cover up her neck with makeup soon after Sukuna gave her her first hickey. Nobara had quickly picked up on the “loss of virginity” glow and even Megumi had noticed, staring for an extra second before meeting her embarrassed stare. That felt like ages ago. Her sex life wasn’t a secret with her friends although her partner was. Both Sukuna and her knew what they were doing wasn’t exactly right or legal, but they lived on their own so keeping it on the low was…surprisingly easy

She supposed her family situation and the fact that they were twins made their closeness easier to explain, made it believable to others

So when she asked Nobara for some pills the next day she didn’t even bat an eye before giving her the little bottle Yuuji had been banking on to keep things in order. She made a face after taking it, disliking the nausea the pill usually came with but hating the idea of an unplanned pregnancy

“You don’t usually need these, get too exciting last night,” Nobara teased while she reapplied her makeup. They were in the bathroom close to homeroom

Yuuji hadn’t yet mastered how to keep from blushing so her face instantly flooded with blood, “A little.” She turned on the water and made a futile attempt to cool down by placating her hair

Nobara only watched her from the side, an amused hum leaving her lips, “Has Sukuna seen that already?”

Yuuji glanced at her neck, “Yeah, it’s fine.” More than fine really, the way he’d pretty much cuddled into her neck last night, kissed her gently

“Really? He’s been in such a bad mood over your nose, I thought for sure he’d be all pissy over this too,” she started to put her things into her bag as the bell rang, “But I guess he can’t talk, he’s always covered in hickeys too, must be tough having such a stud as a brother. Does he ever bring anyone home?”

Yuuji made a face of disgust at Nobara, “Hell no, and if he did they’d both be eating pavement.”

Nobara only laughed as they walked out, “Oh I’d pay to see that! I bet you’re the only person he’d let beat him up.”

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A/N:

I was planning to write some soft nsfw but it turned into this filth, enjoy it! Also, this is my first time writing vaginal sex so hopefully it's not too cringe 😬😬 This is the first work I've officially written for the Seasons of Anime Trope Fest Bingo (although it’s been in my drafts for a bit longer)

The prompt is genderswap

This was also originally going to be able Yuuji's period but uhhhh it became a different kind of pain pleasure story (period story HERE)

Megumi met the Itadori twins when they were children (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch3

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Megumi met the Itadori twins when they were children

He'd never met twins before so he'd been fascinated by the two that shared a nearly identical face but that were so different in personality. A personality that has continued to develop in ways he never expected and yet, he can also say they haven't changed at all

The Yuuji of his youth had been full of smiles and curiosity but was also afraid of many things. Things that Sukuna would often torment her with, which meant his easy entry into their bubble. Yuuji had been taller than both Sukuna and him at the time (even though Sukuna vehemently denied this, claiming that as twins they were the same height), which, according to Tsumiki, painted a hilarious picture since Yuuji would often hide behind him when Sukuna would bully her. He recalls often getting into arguments with Sukuna because of his treatment towards Yuuji and one time they'd even fought seriously enough where Grandpa Itadori had to interfere. He remembers Tsumiki scolding him and Yuuji's indecision on who to help out

When they were eight, Megumi and Yuuji shared a kiss, which left him very confused. He knew he liked Yuuji but did that mean he also liked Sukuna? He knew they were different people but they also looked so much alike (even as children, Yuuji and Sukuna shared the same hairstyle), and regardless of the fighting he and Sukuna sometimes got into, Sukuna was also his friend, and if Sukuna had been the one to ask about kissing...Megumi remembers sometimes thinking back to those times as a teen and wondering if he would have agreed to try it out with him instead

After all, Sukuna had his kind side. A side he didn't show often anymore but that was and is still primarily aimed towards Yuuji

When they were in middle school, the Itadori family moved away. He wasn't sure why or to where. They were just there one day and the next, gone. His own family was slowly crumbling as well, which is probably why he quickly moved them out of mind. Tsumiki was sick, his father had disappeared, and his mother...well, she hadn't been in the picture for so long. He had no time to think about friends who didn't think it important to tell him they were leaving

They were finally reunited in high school, but so many things had changed by then.

The first thing he noticed was that Yuuji was no longer the tallest, which he knew would be the case if they ever met again. Instead, she'd become the shortest of the three. She was still tall for a girl, measuring 5'7" (if he believed her) but Sukuna was clearly taller by a few inches, and Megumi, who had been the smallest as children, had finally grown into his father's genes and gained inches off the both of them. He'd seen the stars in Yuuji's eyes as she appraised his height, exclaiming that he was most definitely going to be the lady killer of their year. Yuuji and Sukuna also looked...different. Yuuji had let her hair grow out and wore it in a tail, meanwhile, Sukuna had his trademark unruly but short hair. Yuuji had grown into her curves, which Megumi hadn't been able to ignore, and Sukuna had become broader and fit. They really looked more like the fraternal twins they actually were

He also learned that Grandpa Itadori had passed away that year, which was part of the reason they were finally able to return to the city

Megumi never fancied himself a good person so the relief he felt when hearing this didn't guilt him. Yes, it was sad that Grandpa Itadori had died, but, as he'd heard it, it was naturally his time and he had gained his friends in return. He was glad of that.

It was soon after their reunion that Megumi began to notice the twin's closeness. They hadn't even been in classes for a month when the two came to school with new looks. Many people whispered, finding the pink and short hair on both of them funny, some of them thought it was weird, and a few, not so very quietly voiced their disdain. Sukuna was quick to shut those few up with a single look

The piercings came soon after and Megumi wonders if maybe the tattoos had already been there, or if they were also later additions.

He wondered if perhaps Yuuji had any hidden ink on her skin. Nothing was visible even when she'd wear the summer uniform, but he couldn't help but let his thoughts stray. Sukuna's were primarily hidden and Megumi briefly wondered if anyone aside from him and Yuuji knew the patterns on his skin (and really, the only reason he knew was because Yuuji had pulled up Sukuna's shirt when they had lunch on the roof one day, he'd noticed how she'd run her fingers along some of the marks while talking to him, how they knew their way around without her gaze, the way Sukuna had watched her, a frown on his face but his look intent)

Megumi wonders when it started and if the reason he was able to follow everything was because he was always watching Yuuji, or if it was because he was always watching Sukuna. It seemed like the two were one and the same

The touches were subtle and it helped that Sukuna was publicly indifferent, but Megumi had seen Sukuna while growing up. He knew Sukuna was always aware, always looking, which is probably why Megumi and he always found each other staring. Silently communicating, but Megumi didn't need any warnings. He knew and somehow it made sense

The way Yuuji would always sit next to Sukuna, close enough to touch, and when it wasn't possible, her gaze would constantly look for him. The way Sukuna would place his hand on her back then move it towards her waist slowly, like a caress, right before pushing her away. How their fingers would land on patches of bare skin, her thighs, his stomach, her ankle, his neck. Everything done so quickly that unless you were paying attention, the touches could be missed. The mumbling with that smile and shifting eyes, the conspiratorial smirks. Or how Yuuji would always try to include Sukuna into conversations even though she knew he would just ignore her attempts, unless he was feeling particularly playful. In those moments, Megumi could see the twins of his childhood

But these were all just conjectures to something he didn't dare touch

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A/N:

Oops, I kind of forgot this existed! Sorry about the LONG delay, I still kind of remember where I was going with this (smut, lol!) but after writing this chapter, idk, I’m getting ideas. I think I want to write a chapter in Yuuji’s POV, lmk what you think! On here or on ao3 comments section

“I thought you were feeling sick, this will only make it worse, just go to sleep.” But she doesn’t want to sleep (SukuIta Twins, nsfw)

Period Pains

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If anyone were to ask Yuuji if she had a high pain tolerance she would roll her eyes and respond with a resounding Duh, having a delinquent brother who doesn’t give two cents about her getting punched in the face means she’s built up a tolerance. Not that she gets punched in the face all that often but it has happened once or twice, well, maybe twice or thrice

Which is why she doesn’t understand why she always feels like crying when her period comes around. It’s not even that painful and yet she always has trouble keeping straight at the worst of moments and one time she couldn’t even get out of bed

She’s on her third day, which means she’s not bleeding as much but that’s probably only because her body is busy tearing away at her insides for stuff to expel. She pulls up her underwear, flushes the toilet, and cleans up before slowly heading to the bed where Sukuna is laying, his tattooed skin on display, his lips turned down into a frown

It’s a slow process but she lays next to him and rests her head on his chest, wincing and curling into herself at intervals before semi-relaxing. Sukuna just runs his fingers along her back until the sharp pains recede

That’s how it usually is. The pains come and go but even when they go, there’s a soreness that stays

She runs her hands up Sukuna’s chest then back down towards his stomach, going further down and slower after each swipe. On the third stroke, her fingers brush one of his nipples and then goes down, touches the top of his waistband, rubs at the little hairs, pulls teasingly. She circles around his stomach before descending once more, this time touching his (she’s happy to note) half-erect dick

Sukuna grabs her hand and places it up on his pec. She can hear the worry in his voice, “I thought you were feeling sick, this will only make it worse, just go to sleep.”

But she doesn’t want to sleep. There’s a hollowness she feels, a need to feel him closer, as close as they can be and she whispers into his chest, “I want to have sex.”

She winces a bit but pulls her leg over his, straddling his leg, all while pressing kisses to any patch of skin she can reach without actually hovering over him. She’s too tired for that, she wants him and his weight over her. She bites around his nipple before taking it into her mouth, her teeth scraping it, her hips slowly thrusting against his leg, the quiet sound of the bed moving and her pad rustling lulling her. She leaves his nipple to move upward, makes sure to drag her lips and mouths at his collarbone, biting and sucking

He finally lets go of her hand and trembles at her attention, sighs escaping his lips. He pulls her leg up higher, turns slightly into her, and rubs against her thigh. Yuuji feels her nipples tighten in arousal but she’s not entirely sure if the dampness she feels between her thighs is her getting wet or her bleeding. Perhaps it’s a bit of both

He moves his face to bury into her neck, placing a soft kiss onto her skin, “Are you sure?”

She doesn’t say anything, just nods, and guides Sukuna’s hand to pull off her underwear. She briefly worries about staining the sheets but the thought disappears when Sukuna lays her on her back and places his body over hers, his weight a welcome comfort. She places her arms around his neck, needing to feel close, to hug him. He’s nestled between her legs and she feels a burn at her center, “Kiss me.”

Sukuna complies, his lips tender on hers, chaste even, until she whines for something deeper. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his breath, his tongue, his lips in her mouth, but also trying to focus. The pain is returning and suddenly she feels like pushing Sukuna away, of closing her legs and just crawling into a ball under the covers. She feels like crying. She resists the urge but breaks their contact, needing to breathe, to swallow the feeling away

She moves to take Sukuna in hand, pumps him a few times, feels the dampness on her hand, moans at the feeling of his desire. She loves pleasuring him, loves the things he can do to her. He pulls away from her embrace but not before kissing her cheek. He’s even more impressive sitting up and she watches, entranced, as he puts on a condom. When he moves his hands towards her core she stops him, shaking her head, “No, just put it in, it’s okay.”

He watches her carefully and she can tell he knows she’s not okay. She smiles, “Please.”

He frowns but complies. He lines up at her entrance, both his hands holding her hips softly but firmly, and she swallows, unconsciously holding her breath. He’s only touched her folds, parted them by millimeters she’s sure, when she feels the discomfort. She whines and can no longer keep a smile. Sukuna stops, watching her closely and she takes in a deep breath, wincing, “Please, don’t stop.” Her voice has gone tearful

He moves slowly into her, lets her breath, brushes her hips with tenderness he only shows in moments like this, and by the time he’s fully inside, she’s crying. She’s surprised and grateful he’s still erect

They don’t move for what feels like an eternity. An eternity where Sukuna moves closer, cleans off her tears, whispers into her ear to breath, to take her time, it’s okay, let’s take it slow, how are you feeling? You’re so beautiful, do you want another kiss?

She makes a noise and he’s kissing her again

Her legs feel like lead and the discomfort is in her throat again, but she doesn’t want to stop. He’s filled her just right and as he slowly moves into her again and again, she feels the hollowness leave her

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OMAKE

Yuuji opens her eyes slowly, slightly disoriented. She’s not sure how or when she went back to sleep but she’s on her side again, her underwear back on, and, she notices, the sheets changed. She looks down at the body she is holding, Sukuna’s head nestled into her chest, his arms loosely around her waist. She smiles, tightening her hold slightly, and whispers, “I love you.”

Sukuna grunts and mumbles, “G’da sleep ‘ji.”

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A/N:

do you guys remember my other story "of pain and pleasure"? yes well, this is where that one sprouted from! this was the idea i had originally and it finally got written, it's very different to what i usually write so uhm, enjoy? let me know what you think?

p.s. i didn't really think about the setting since that wasn't my priority for this but i did imagine the two of them aged up and living together

Gift for beowulf: “He wishes he’d ignored Sukuna when he’d been approached, wished he hadn’t been thinking with his dick, wishes Sukuna hadn’t been so fucking good in bed.” (JJK18+ Holiday Exchange)

On the Precipice

⚠️ Dub/non con, TG inspired, cannibalism, psychological, pwp ⚠️

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Yuuji feels like he’s here and yet not.

It’s been a week since he turned, a week since he decided he wouldn’t eat another human, and in just one week he lost control. He wants to blame it on Sukuna. It’s his fault he has this new hunger, this insatiable appetite, but he knows there are people who are better. He briefly pictures Maki in his mind. He’d accidentally walked in on her having dinner one night, had run to the bathroom, and gagged at the macabre sight that he’d seen, but this…this was worse. At least she had been respectful enough, elegant, and had played the part of a human. How could he ever look her in the eyes and…

He groans and Sukuna laughs behind him, his thrusts becoming slower and harder, pushing him painfully into his dinner.

He wishes he’d ignored Sukuna when he’d been approached, wished he hadn’t been thinking with his dick, wishes Sukuna hadn’t been so fucking good in bed. Maybe he should have listened to Junpei when he mentioned Sukuna was not the type of creature - fuck, how could he have been so blind - to hang around with.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” It’s just a whisper, but it sounds so loud right next to his ear. It’s taunting and he doesn’t have to feel the way Sukuna’s lips curve up against his cheek to know he’s smirking, “Still thinking about that boy?”

He feels Sukuna’s teeth move along his neck, stopping at his pulse, kissing it so tenderly, right before diving in, not deep, but enough for him to feel the blood seep from his body. He should feel pain, should shout at Sukuna to fuck off but god, this is so addicting. Sukuna grunts and curses and drinks, and Yuuji can feel him throbbing inside him. How long have they been playing? He feels his legs burn, the sound of his pants dragging in tandem

He’s on a precipice. Not only on the verge of coming but also on the verge of losing a part of himself. He thinks of his grandfather but his image and words are blurred and muddled black, Sukuna’s grunts and sighs replacing them, the feeling of his abdomen tightening with every thrust, every lick, the smell, the taste…

“Go on Yuuji,” Sukuna purrs, slightly out of breath, “Don’t play with your dinner. It'll go cold soon.”

Yuuji’s hands, which he’d used to protect the people he loved, are now dyed red. They slip from the table he’s being fucked over with every thrust, forcing him to repeatedly find new purchase, forcing him to keep touching and digging and corrupting. He feels the wetness of the blood covering the surface, covering his abdomen, it's probably on his dick too, but there's no time to check. He hears the slap of bodies, but also the drops of life as it falls to the floor, the sound of flesh roughly pushed around the table. The smell is intoxicating. He’s sure his eyes are red, the whites turned pitch black.

“Ah fuck,” Sukuna groans as he picks up the pace and softens each thrust, drags it out, and Yuuji isn’t sure which he prefers more, the rough treatment or the teasing and rubbing, and fuck, Sukuna is so perfect, this is why he couldn't stay away, “You take me so well. That’s why I’m rewarding you, ugh. He was your favorite, right?”

Sukuna holds him, stops him from falling, but only just. Yuuji knows he wants to push, but savors his every reaction, likes it when he begs, “Su-Sukuna… more. ”

He pushes back, closes his eyes, wants to forget but Sukuna isn’t so accommodating.

Strong fingers grip his hair, push his head into the mess that used to be his friend. He can’t remember how it happened. One moment he’d been ravenous, the next he’d…he’d…Sukuna was there. He’d been laughing and Yuuji had been delirious and before he knew it, he'd been up against the table, Sukuna pushing into him.

He feels his face meet the surface of the table painfully, feels the texture of his first kill, warm still, fragrant…he’s drooling, he’s sure, and with each breath, the taste teases his senses.

He’s so close, so close…

“Come now Yuuji,” Sukuna whispers, “Are you really going to say no to me?”

And Yuuji complies.

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A/N:

beowulf, i hope you enjoy this, happy holidays :>

tbh, i wasn't sure what i would write for you. your prompts were a little darker than i like so i was going to just take it easy with magic AU but then I started imagining and writing and omg, jjk bring out the worst in me?! like, no other fandom has me writing such corrupt content...and i kind of love it *goes and hides in a corner*

sorry to junpei but he was already dead in canon so i thought, may as well... (or you can imagine someone else, i was vague on purpose)

like usual, pls feed me with comments~

If you ship any of these characters please gtfo my page

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