I’m a new writer and this is a place where I would like to write some fan fiction. I don't have a lot of work since I’m new, but I like to keep my things organized, so here’s my navigation page. ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ
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Jujutsu Kaisen
Haikyuu
Demon Slayer
MHA
Attack on Titan
Tokyo Revengers
These are just some of the main animes I would like to write about, but of course, you could request other animes if I’ve watched them. I would be more than happy to reply.
I just want to say thank you because this is like a getaway place for me, and the fact that many people enjoy what I put out really makes me happy. I started this as like a whim so it's shocking that people even follow me. But again and seriously, thank you.
Summary: You’re the wife of the Zenin Clan’s Head’s son, Naoya. It was an arranged marriage that was brought together by both yours and his clan. You were the definition of a perfect wife in such outdated ideals. But you know, everybody has their secrets. A secret that Naoya would rather be caught dead than his clan finding out.
A/N: I’m guilty of being a Naoya simp. But only a simp when he's lookin submissive and breedable. Btw you’re gonna have a cursed technique that's the same as Daki’s blood technique from Demon Slayer.
Today was like any other day in the Zenin clan.
The sky was blue with the bright sun that was kind enough for today to not mercilessly beam down its hot rays, the furin ringing each time the cool breeze pulled its tail.
The shōji doors were left open, letting the natural light lit the room. On a low table made from the finest wood, a tea-set was placed for you with a small plater of traditional sweets.
You sat there elegantly with your expensive handmade kimono, carefully tucked behind your legs. A pin-straight posture as you held the cup of tea with both hands, taking small sips while you snacked on your treat.
You turn your head when you hear the noise of the gravel in the garden grinding against each other.
It was your husband with a crossed arm and smug face while his foot rested on Maki's head. Her uniform was all tattered and dirty from the harsh training, sweat trickling down her face.
"Look at you. Look at how pathetic you are. I don't even know why you even try. You’re already a disgrace by being born with little to no cursed energy. Why add more shame to yourself? You were at least born with a pretty face. If you acted like how a woman should be acting, you wouldn't be in this position.”
He pushed down Maki’s head, her forehead touching the small rocks.
“Naoya.” He looks up when his name was called by you. “Could you please do that somewhere else?” You asked.
“No.” His answer was immediate. “Why should I move at your request?” He lets out a long sigh. “I've had enough for today.” He states before walking away, leaving Maki on the ground.
You listened carefully for his footsteps to fade. And when you knew he was gone, you look back at Maki.
“Maki.” She raises her head to see you ushering her over to come to you.
She stumbles her way over to you, taking a seat a few inches away from you.
“You can have my tea and snacks while I get the kit.” You push the cup of tea and plate towards the edge that is the closest to her.
This was like a routine for both of you. You knew how Naoya would specifically pick on her and how harsh he was to her.
“I hate to agree with Naoya, but he's right with you having a pretty face. I'm sure you don't care, but you were blessed with it, so take good care of it. You never know when it might come in handy for whatever purpose it may be.”
Maki slightly laughs, exactly knowing what you mean.
“Is training over for today?” You questioned, putting all the supplies away.
“No. We still have 3 hours left.”
“Well... When they ask you why you weren't there for the rest-” You put the kit back into its place. “-you can tell them that I asked you to be with me the whole time.” You looked over your shoulder, winking at Maki.
Her torn face brightens up with a smile, the two of you talking for the rest of the hours she’s supposed to be training.
“What the hell were you doing with that failure?” You were faced to face with your husband, his sharp eyes glaring at you.
“She was helping me.”
“With what?”
“Helping with stuff around the estate.”
“That's the house worker’s job, not you.”
“It wouldn't hurt to do some stuff of your own.” You guys argued back and forth in front of the Kukuru Unit. The members watched in worry as you talked back to your husband, shrinking in the tension between you guys.
“You’ll no longer be allowed to have any involvement with the Kukuru Unit. Especially Maki.” He sternly declared.
“But-”
You didn't get a chance to say anything. But what you got was a hard slap across your face.
Your eyes widen in shock, your cheek slowly turning red.
“You don't get a choice. You’ll follow and listen to whatever I say. Do you understand?”
Your eyes slowly loomed with a shadow as you glared back at the guy.
“Answer me you bitch.”
“...Yes.”
“Good. I'll see you at dinner.”
You and the rest of the clan had dinner, and now, you guys were heading back to your chambers. A housekeeper leads you with a lamp in her hand, opening the doors for you.
Naoya walks in first, followed by you. You hear the doors slide close, their footsteps disappearing into silence.
“Y/-” Before Naoya could say anything, he was bond by your sashes.
It wrapped around his mouth so he couldn't talk, arms pulled a bit behind and above him, calf and thighs tied together.
His eyes waver as he looked up at you, your eyes looking down on with almost murderous intent.
“Who the hell are you calling a bitch, huh?” You slowly make your way towards him. “Also...” Naoya groaned a muffled pain when you kicked him right in the face. “That slap hurt pretty badly. Who’s face do you think you’re slapping?”
You loosen your sashes so you can stomp his head into the tatami floors. He whimpered as his cheeks were squished by your foot, a small trace of blood seeping out from his nose from the kick earlier.
“You call Maki pathetic, but look at you! You’re no better.” You lightly kick your foot when you take it off of him.
You gave him a look of disgust when you noticed his boner.
“Nevermind, you’re even worse.”
The sashes tighten again, jerking him onto your shared bed, still bounded by them.
His hands were over his hand, legs spread apart.
You undo his hakama, sliding it down along with his underwear, bunching it up around his lower legs.
He moans and whines at the same time. Moaning because his tip hits his stomach and whining because you haven't touched it.
His hips try to move towards you, begging for you to touch it.
“Please touch it! I'm sorry for everything I said today! I didn't mean any of it!” He cried, pulling on the binds.
“Really? Because to me, it seems like you did.”
“I didn't! I really didn't! Please! Please just Ah~!”
You grabbed his dick so he would shut up, slowly stroking it.
“You better keep that voice down or your Daddy or anyone else could hear you. You wouldn't want that, would you?”
He shook his head, curling his lips into a straight line to keep his moans back in, throwing his head back.
Although, it became impossible when your hands started to move faster, his body squirming around.
But all of that built up high came to a halt when pulled your hands away.
“Nonononoooo~! Please let me finish! I was almost there!”
“Oh? You thought you wouldn't get punished after doing all that bullshit today? Sweetie, you know that I'm not nice.”
You pulled out a cock ring from your sashes, putting it around his base, and got off the bed, starting to head to the bathroom.
“Where ya going?”
“The bathtub. I haven't gotten ready for the night yet.” You flicked the light switch. “While I relax in my bath-” You turn your head over your shoulder. “Your punishment starts now.”
You held up the remote so he could see it, pushing the button to its maximum potential for a second before going back down to the lowest setting.
You laughed when he yelped, heading into the bathroom to get your bath ready.
While you relaxed in your refreshing bath, behind the podcast you were listening to, you could hear Naoya’s sobs and cries.
You kept on stopping his release... You don't even know how many times you did.
But it was sure many since all you could hear was him crying.
“Mistress! Please let me cum! Please let me cuuumm!! I'm really sorry! I'm really, really, really, sorry!” He pleaded.
You knew he was desperate when he started calling you ‘Mistress’. Because even though he might be in no position not to, his ego wouldn't let him... Most of the time.
“Are you truly sorry for what you did?”
“Yes! Yes, I'm very sorry!” He yelled back. “Please! I promise I'll never do it again!”
You thought about; lifting one of your legs out of the water, watching it drip down your legs.
“Okay. You get what you asked for.” You crank it up to the highest setting, throwing the remote on the bath mat as you sink into the water.
“Ahhhh~! Thank you! Thank you!”
A cluster of pain gathered at his purple tip, all his muscles tensing when he was finally able to have his release.
He lets out a high-pitched moan, chest heaving in short breaths. The skin around the sashes turned red in lack of blood circulation.
But it didn't stop there. The ring continued to vibrate.
What he was begging for more was now something he was begging for it to stop.
“Wait- Mistress, please stop! Ah!” His chest reaches up to the ceiling as his back arches, his legs trembling. “I-I just came! I can’t- ngh!”
“What are you complaining about? Isn't this what you asked for~?” There was a mocking tone behind your voice.
“Yes-but! Aahhhh~ I-I can't-”
“Whaaaat? Is the great Naoya saying he can't do something? How tragic.” You chuckle at the end.
You only received another high pitch moan after that, pressing the volume button on your phone a couple of times to drown out his noise.
You were in the bathroom for an hour at most, coming out from the bathroom with only a pantie and your towel draped around your neck that covered your chest.
The air felt cold on your skin, but it reeked with the smell of sweat.
You looked over at the bed to see your husband laid out like some dead cockroach. The only thing you could hear was the buzzing from the ring and his weak whimpers.
You were surprised he was still even awake. Turning off the ring, you take it off of him while you look at the mess he's made.
His stomach was drenched with his seeds, a wet patch on the bedsheet beside his head from his drool. Eyes were unfocused, looking into a blank space. His thighs violently twitched from time to time.
“Naoya.” You call his name while caressing his face.
His eyes deliberately shift towards you, his eyelids barely opened.
Your sashes no longer bounded him, his arms meekly reaching for you.
You plop your body next to him, his arms encasing you around your waist. His face nuzzled into your shoulder, pushing the towel away.
“Since when did you get this cuddly?” You asked, combing through his bleached hair. Pulling his head away from your shoulder, you started placing gentle kisses across his face.
It tasted salty from his dried-up sweat, your lips soon meeting each other.
“Are you okay, baby?” You questioned after pulling away.
“It hurts~” He replied.
“I know, I'm sorry.” You cooed, patting his hair once again. “If you wouldn't have done all those things today, we would've had a wonderful night. You would've had a wonderful night.” Your voice was sweet and sticky like poison.
“I'm sorry... I'll never do it again. I'll be a good boy.” He promised, gaining a chuckle from you.
“Y/N.” Your father called.
“Yes, father?”
“You know what this marriage is for, right?”
You smiled. “Of course. It's a marriage to overtake the Zenin clan from the inside out.”
Your father gave you an approving grin.
“Don't disappoint me, Y/N.”
“Ahaha... I promise you, I won't father.” Your smile turns more sinister.
“I hope you can keep your words, boy. But for now, let's get you cleaned up. If I remember correctly, you have a big day tomorrow.”
You helped him get out of the bed and into the bathtub. You stood behind him, washing his hair.
“Y/N...”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Your hands stop for a second as a smirk rises on your lips.
omg hi i saw ur jjk boys as kpop idols and idk if u know seventeen but megumi reminds me so much of wonwoo lol (even though u said he wouldnt be a rapper) i think they have very similar vibes i literally started watch jjk because megumi reminded me of wonwoo jdkehkf
Hello!
I do know seventeen, but I don’t really listen to them. So I don't really know the members, but I watched some few clips of him and he really does. 😂
To me, he kinda reminds me of Suga from BTS or any member that gets bothered the most by their members.
Also, welcome to the fandom. I hope you enjoy or enjoyed Jujutsu Kaisen.
A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been updating for a bit, so here’s some fluff. I did not proofread this so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry.
Toji couldn't get enough of you.
You guys have been married for 5 years and had two children during those years. Tsumiki and Megumi. Both of them were your guy’s prized possessions.
Parenthood was hard since Toji couldn't be there all the time because of his work, but you never complained about that.
You understood that it's his job, and that's how your family’s making a living out of it.
And that's one of the main reasons Toji loves you so much. You accepted everything about him. Whether if it was wrong or right. You never judged him for anything.
He grew up in a place where he gained no acceptance. So when you gave him those acceptances, he fell for you hard.
You didn't mind that he killed people for his job. You didn't care about his imperfections. You loved him with all your heart.
He remembers the day when he told you what his occupation was. You guys had been dating for 2 years and he was so nervous about telling you.
With his past relationships, they didn't last too long, so he never got to the point where he would tell them what he does. But when it came to you, it was a different story.
He had been thinking about telling you for a month, but he could never bring himself to. Because he was scared, scared to lose you if he ever told you. Scared to lose someone who brought prosperity into his life.
He actually didn't tell you on the day he was intending to tell you on. He told you after a date.
He remembers it as if it was yesterday.
You guys were just coming back from the new restaurant that opened near your apartment-which is now a restaurant that you guys visit regularly.
You were in a simple black dress with dainty jewelry. The addicting smell of your perfume still lasting till the end of the night.
He escorted you to your apartment door, giving you a sweet lasting kiss before you would go inside.
“I love you.” You smiled.
He doesn't know why, but when you said that, he thought this was the right moment.
“Y/N...” He meekly called. You only hummed in response, waiting for him to say what he wants to say. “I... Umm...” He was a lot more anxious than he thought he would be.
This made you worry. Toji was a confident man, so it was weird seeing him being all nervous.
“Sweetie, what's wrong?” You cupped his face with one of your hands.
“Umm... You know how I haven't told you about my job?”
“Yeah... Did something go wrong?”
“No. It's nothing like that, but...” His eyes shifted away from you, his fingers fiddled with one another.
“Toji, if it's hard to tell me you don't have to.”
“No, I should... I should tell you.” He took the hand off his cheek, holding both your hands. ‘Don’t get your hopes up, Toji. Just say it. Just say it.’ He took in a deep breath. “I am a hitman. My job is being a hitman.” He confessed.
The long silence between the two of you and the look of shock slowly started to drain Toji’s hope.
“If you don't want to be with me, th-that’s fine. I'll just go-”
You quickly pulled him back when he tried to walk away. Hugging him tightly with a deathly grip so he couldn't get away.
“I don't care.”
He looked at you surprised. He wasn't expecting you to say anything of that sort.
“You're just doing your job. There's also a reason why you are, right?”
“Wha- I kill people, doll. And you’re okay with that?” You didn't come from a background anywhere near Toji’s, so it's quite shocking, almost a bit alarming that you’ve accepted it so easily.
“I know. And yes, I'm okay with that. The world just put you into that position, didn't it?”
Now it was his turn to be shocked.
“You’re just trying to live with what the world gave you. Toji, you might be a killer, but you’re not a bad person. Because if you were, I wouldn't love you. But I do! I love you a lot. So yeah... I'm okay and don't care that you’re a hitman.”
The sweet, bright smile you gave him after you said all of that made him want to cry.
“God... You’re too good for me.” He hugged you back tightly, leaning his head into your shoulder.
“Haha, no I’m not.” You laughed, ginning even more.
“Yes, you are.”
You didn’t see it, but there was a relieved smile on his lips.
He tries not to, but every time he thinks back to that time, a small smile appears on his face.
The sound of the front door opening was followed by small rushed footsteps, greeted by one of his children.
“Dad! You’re back!” Tsumiki cheered as she jumped into his arms, which he easily caught. Megumi followed after, not as enthusiastic as his sister, but he welcomed him back.
Toji teasingly tried to hug Megumi who pushed him away with all his might, Tsumiki giggling in the background.
“Welcome back, Honey.” Toji looked up from his children when he heard your voice.
“Glad to be back.” He got up and gave you a kiss on the lips.
“Mom! What’s for dinner?” Tsumiki asked.
“Ginger chicken.”
“Ginger?” There was a small excitement in Megumi’s voice.
“Yes, ginger.” You smiled at the ginger-loving boy.
The two siblings ran into the kitchen, leaving you two parents in the dust. You smiled at how cute they were, feeling two arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“How was it?” You asked, brushing his air with your fingers.
“Tiring.” He grumbled.
“Is there ever a day where it isn’t?”
“No.” You lightly laugh at his response, a comfortable silence surrounding the both of you.
WARNINGS: Mature Themes. Gore. Murder. Serial Killer Nanami. Kissing.
Summary: Nanami’s boss has been pressing a stressful amount of work on his shoulders, putting him in overtime. Nanami is a patient person and he understands that this is normal for any salaryman. But things just get too stressful for Nanami, ending him up killing all his workers, except for one.
A/N: Villian Nanami! Villain Nanami! Villain Nanami! I wonder how things would’ve gone if the author kept Nanami as a villain.
The lights flickered as the dangling cords sparked with electricity. Shattered glass sprawled out on the carpet floor of the office, along with the bodies of his coworkers.
Some were laid on the floor, staining the already dark carpet darker with their blood. Some of their limbs were chopped off, stationed a few feet away from them. A few were still sitting in their office chair, sinking into their chair with limp bodies, their paperwork and laptop splattered with the red liquid.
Nanami reached his limit. The stress that slowly filled his bucket finally overflowed.
Nanami is someone who’s reasonable and understands the parts, the role that comes when being a salaryman, but there’s a limit to the number of things a person can handle.
Things had been extremely stressful for the past few weeks. His boss was handing him over mountains of paperwork and other works he had to finish by the deadline, and it ended up pushing him to his limits, relieving it by killing everyone in his workplace, except for one person.
You leaned back into your desk as Nanami trapped you between his arm and leg, leaning some of his weight onto you. He was covered in his victim’s blood, his tired eyes staring into yours. His blunt butcher’s knife that was wrapped around with a cloth was placed under your chin, lifting it ever so slightly.
You were scared, but at the same time, you were calm. It was one of those situations where you wouldn’t know how you would feel until it actually happened. And surprisingly, you weren’t freaking out as much as you would’ve thought. But I guess it’s more like you’ve accepted your fate rather than to freak out in your last moments.
If Nanami had to pick who his favorite staff in this workplace was, he would’ve picked you. He thinks everyone who he just killed would’ve picked you as their favorite staff actually. You were good at your work and you were kind to your coworkers. Even if you had your share of work, you wouldn’t hesitate to help anyone out if they needed it. You were someone who made this workplace of hell somewhat bearable, an appreciable person.
He pulled his weapon away, you letting out the shaky breathe you were holding.
“You’re not gonna kill me?...” You questioned.
“...No.” He leaned off of you, letting you straighten yourself up a bit.
“Can I ask why?”
He stared at you and stayed silent as if he’s trying to find a reason why he doesn’t want to kill you.
“I guess… I guess you didn’t irritate me like the other guys.”
“...Is that why you killed everybody?”
Nanami stayed silent for a minute again before answering.
“Yes… Yes, they irritated me and stressed me out..”
You only hummed in response. I mean, what are you supposed to say after that?
Awkwardness surrounded both of you, sitting in the silence of the dead bodies. Your body jolted when he got closer again, placing his hand on your cheek. They were rough, feeling his callus rub against your soft skin.
“Can I do something to you for a moment?” He suddenly asked.
You were confused, but in what place do you have to refuse?
Slowly nodding your head with a small “Yeah.”, you waited for what was to come from him.
He places his butcher knife down on the desk, taking that hand and running it up from your hips to your waist. Your body tenses up from his action, heat rising to your cheeks that he still held.
It wasn’t too long before he leaned his face closer, his soft lips touching yours.
It wasn’t a rough kiss but a soft and lingering one with great passion behind it. He held your waist tighter, tugging it to pull you closer. Your tense body slowly starts to relax, placing both your hands on his shoulders.
Although bodies laid around the area, rotting away with the strong scent of iron, it almost felt romantic because of it, sharing a kiss in a dramatic scene.
You guys stare into each other’s eyes after pulling away, both wanting more, but both of you knew that you shouldn’t.
Sirens could be heard through the open window, the red and blue lights flashing in the air.
“You’ve got two options, Darling.” Nanami holds your face with both his hands now. “You either stay here and wait for the cops to come here to help you out, or you can come with me. Which one do you-”
“You.” You immediately answered.
Nanami smirked. He grabbed his knife, lifting you up with one arm. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, gazing down at him.
Summary: Toji grew up being abused by the Zenin family his whole life until he cut ties with them. But not everything was bad in his childhood. That was because of you. You were hired by the Zenin family and were assigned to be a caretaker for Toji. It wasn't like there was a big age gap between the two of you, so it made things a lot easier for you guys to get along. But after your Red String of Fate appeared, you would spend more time on the guy you were fated with, and he didn't like that at all.
A/N: If you’re uncomfortable with any of the warnings listed above, please DO NOT INTERACT! But if you’re not, I hope you enjoy the story. Sorry for any mistakes.
You knew Toji from the day he was born.
Literally...
Being hired to the Zenin family, they’ve assigned you to be his caretaker.
You were young but you were mature. Having someone closer to his age was probably better than someone older too.
Although they didn't care ultimately.
After all, he doesn't have a single ounce of cursed energy and he’ll get harrassed his whole life because of it.
He'll only be seen as the disappointment.
Verbally and physically abused, overworked with training, thrown into a den of curses, hot tea poured over his head just for the fun of it, his life was hell.
The only person that cared, was you.
Yeah, it was your job. But for you, he was someone who you raised.
You were the only person Toji could be vulnerable to. He would keep a blank face throughout the whole day, not caring about the things they said or did, but when it was just the two of you, he would cry on your shoulder venting about how he’s done with everything.
For Toji, you were his safe place.
And as time passed, his feelings started to change and grow.
He loved you. There's no doubt about it. And he knew that you loved him too.
But there’s just one problem.
When someone turns 18 a red string would appear on their right pinky. Nobody else can see the string except for them and their fated partner.
It broke him down when he realized that the string wasn't attached to him.
He wasn't your fated person.
You being like any other person in the world when their string first appeared, you wanted to find out who your fated person was.
Obviously, you couldn’t frequently go out to look for your soulmate when you still had to do your job, but gradually, the time spent with Toji slowly decreased.
You were unaware that the time spent with Toji was decreasing, but it wasn’t for him.
Every time he would look for you, sometimes you wouldn’t be there.
You were his only comfort, and that slowly was drifting away.
He was disgusted when you found your fated person. Not to you, but the guy. He would belittle every single thing about them in his mind. Toji didn’t understand why you even liked the guy.
They weren't good-looking. They didn’t have a lot of money. They didn’t have the strength Toji had. There was absolutely nothing in Toji’s eyes that made him feel like they were worthy of you.
Toji’s glad that you’re happy, but come on… He could do more for you than that guy.
He soon also met the age of 18, getting his own red string of fate.
But he didn’t care.
He didn’t even bother looking for them because he won’t end up with them. He’s gonna end up with you.
He kept quiet the whole time, waiting for a moment for your relationship to go wrong. Even if you’re fated with that person, it doesn’t mean that you’ll end up with them 100%. And Toji was betting on that.
But like any bets he made with gambling, he lost.
One day you announced your engagement.
He congratulated you at the moment, but everything in him shattered when you told him the news. He forgot to breathe for a second, staying completely still to process what you just said. His throat started to throb in pain, his mind spinning in circles that gave him a headache.
Toji’s patience finally snapped.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to have a good relationship with them. Ultimately, you were supposed to end up with him, Toji. Not this random-ass dude, just because you were fated to them.
If fate wasn’t going to allow you two to be together, then he will.
You and your partner lived in an apartment together and Toji knew where exactly it was.
The time of his plan was the time when you were at work and the time where your soon-to-be husband was alone.
Toji easily broke into your shared apartment, silently making his way to the bedroom.
He knew that your partner would be there reading some political book while lounging on the bed.
Why does he know you may ask?
That's because he's been stalking you since the second you got into this relationship.
He crept through the wooden floors, slowly turning the knob. The room was dimly lit by the warm yellow light coming from a single lamp on the bedside table. Your partner sitting on one side of the bed while he read his book.
They didn't even notice Toji walking into the room, too entranced with the story in their hands.
In Toji’s hand, he held a pair of scissors.
They weren't the regular scissors you can get at your local grocery store. They were special scissors that could only cut a string.
Scissors that can cut you away from your fates ones.
Normally, these scissors aren't allowed public access. Only certain officials can have these scissors.
That's because when someone holds these scissors, they can see everyone's red string.
There was an incident where someone got a hold of these scissors and started cutting random people’s string and it turned into a little chaotic event.
After that incident, the scissors were only allowed to be used by certain people.
So if a pair wanted to cut off their ties, they would have to go to an official building to get their string cut off.
But that's not a problem for Toji. He can just sneak in there and get it. It was like taking candy from a child.
Your partner finally noticed when they looked up from their book. Toji was right next to them, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding the pair was scissors.
Frustration, resentment, jealousy, all of them boiled inside him.
“What the fu-” Before your partner could say anything else, Toji plunged the scissor into their throat.
The guy froze for a second, their mind and body not comprehending what just happened.
Toji pulled the scissors out, blood spewing out when he did. The man screamed but it only came out as a hollow whistle.
Utmost terror filled their eyes at the buff man. The fellow tried to run away, but there was no way someone ordinary would be able to run away from Toji.
Their fingers clawed into the sheets as they got pulled back by their legs. Toji easily snapped both ankles, the man screaming with their facial expression.
They shouldn’t have looked back because as soon as they did, Toji stabbed their eye. He made sure to stir it around, gauging their eyes out.
Your partner held their hand over their eyes, Toji’s pupils shrinking at the red string around their pinky.
He yanked the dude’s hand away from their eye, shaking it as he spoke in anger.
“You think you deserve her?! I was there from the beginning! I’m supposed to be the one who’s fated to her! I’m supposed to be the one who takes her out on dates! I’m supposed to be the one who gets to kiss her! I’m supposed to be the one who gets to marry her! Me. Me. ME! It’s supposed to be me!!” His voice grew louder after every sentence.
Toji would proceed to stab them with the scissors a total of 342 times. Avoiding every single vital spot, bringing your partner’s end from bleeding out. Toji would finish it off by cutting the red string and their pinky finger completely off.
The bedsheets, the floor, the walls, and Toji himself were covered in the victim’s blood.
It was the bloodiest homicidal murder.
Toji didn’t hear the front door open as you just came back from work.
You kicked off the heels that were killing your feet, your shoulder and back aching from carrying your bag. Your face felt heavy from the long-lasting makeup that you wanted to wipe off immediately, the temple of your head hurting from how tight you put your hair up.
You halt in your tracks, confused. Your partner hasn’t greeted you. You could always hear quick footsteps approaching you each time you came back, greeted by hugs and kisses from them. You knew they were home because the lights were on.
“Honey?” You called out as you looked around for them.
You looked through the kitchen, living room, and finally, the bedroom.
The door was already opened, so you just let yourself into your shared room. But you were instantly greeted with the smell of iron. Your breath verbally hicked at the scene.
Toji stood in front of your now-dead fated person, the whole room covered in their blood. Toji’s piercing green eyes met with yours, flinching when they did.
You bolted out of there, not wasting a second of time. You didn’t even have to ask to know that Toji was responsible for everything you just saw. You knew damn well that he was capable of that.
Your hand was just about to reach the front door’s handle, but you were quickly pulled back by your hair.
You yelped in pain, your hands going to the hand that gripped your hair. His chest and abs pressed against your back, the other hand wrapping around your waist to hug you.
Toji pulled on your hair more to make you lean your head back, giving him space to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. The blood that soaked into his shirt slowly transferred onto your blouse, making your back feel wet.
Your only focus was making sure that you breathed because you were starting to hyperventilate and shake.
“Shhhh…” Toji let go of your hair, slowly patting it. “You need to breathe, sweetheart. Everything’s okay.”
Okay?! What’s okay?! You just saw your partner’s brutally murdered body!
Fat tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do.
You knew there was a 0% chance of you being able to run away from Toji, let alone get out of his hold that you were in.
“I'm so sorry for this.” Toji suddenly states.
He pulled out a handkerchief and put it over your nose and mouth. You struggled as you tried your best to not breathe, but humans need air at some point, so your consciousness slowly started to fade away until it went completely black.
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The first thing you felt when you regained your consciousness was how sore your whole body felt. Specifically, your wrists and ankles that were tied up tightly with thick red rope. It felt like they were gonna fall off from the lack of blood circulation.
You were in some kind of basement cell. The room felt cold with the concrete walls, only filled with basic utility.
The second thing you felt was the small kisses Toji was giving you throughout your body.
You immediately tried to pull away, notifying him that you’re conscious.
“You’re awake. Perfect!” He pulled away, hovering over you with lovesick eyes.
You tried to say something, but it only came out as coughs. Your throat was dried up, stinging when you tried to talk.
“Oh, you need some water, don’t cha?” He reached over to the bottle of water, drinking the water into his mouth before coming down to kiss you.
He grabbed your face so you couldn't turn away, pressing his lips against yours. You kept your mouth shut tightly, Toji biting on your lips to pry them open.
Water dribbled down both sides of your lips, gulping down the water.
You gasped for air when he pulled away, glaring at him with disgust. He looked down at you with his signature smirk, lips all shiny with the saliva and water that cover them.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Toji?!”
His smile dropped, he didn't like what you were saying.
His ears blocked out everything you were saying with a ring, his mind going blank.
What were you saying?
Why aren't you happy?
Why are you angry at him?
He loved you, and you loved him. You guys can finally be able to be together.
Then why were you complaining?
Why are you yelling at him?
Why are you crying?
His mind was spinning in circles, overwhelming him.
“Shut up!” He snapped. You quivered in fear at his booming voice, closing your mouth shut. “Shut up! Shut up! SHUT. UP! You’re supposed to be with me! From the beginning, you were with me and you’ll be with me till your death! You’re mine! MINE! Do you hear me?! You were never fated with that dickhead, you were fated with me from the start!” He rambled.
You watched in horror as the man who you raised and grew up with broke down on top of you.
“And if you still don’t believe in it, then let me prove it to you.” He declared.
“Wha-. Toji, stop!” You tussled around as Toji started ripping your clothes off. You were pulling on the ropes so hard that your wrists and ankles started to burn and bleed. You tried to knee him multiple times, but he easily put them back down with his monstrous strength.
“You need to calm down a bit.” He presses firmly on your lower stomach to keep you down, grabbing a syringe from his pocket, injecting you with something.
In the meantime, while waiting for the drug to take place, Toji started to kiss you all over your body again. Sucking on your skin harshly, he made sure to leave your skin purple. His hand kneaded your chest, playing with your nipples with his fingers.
He licked the stains left by your tears away, kissing your bloody wrists away as well.
Going back down, he kissed your lower belly, trailing down to your inner thigh.
The more time it passed, the less you started to resist. The drug was taking effect, making your brain fuzzy.
Toji inserted two of his fingers into your core, your knees bending in to close your legs. He pushed them back open, his fingers curling inside, hitting your sweet spot.
You let out an unintentional moan, your back arching a little.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Toji questioned.
“No~...” You knew you didn’t want it but didn’t at the same time. Your brain was too fucked up to think clearly.
“Well, you’re gonna like this then.” Toji pulled his fingers out, pulling down the zipper to take his pants off.
His erected cock sprung up, hitting his lower abdomen, hissing when it did. Precum was drooling down from his red tip, cock throbbing in pain, begging for some pleasure.
He positioned himself to you, rubbing his tip up and down your clit before thrusting all of him inside you in one go.
You shrilled in pain as he stretched you out with his thick cock. Your head threw back, back arching all the way. Your hips tried to get away from him, but he firmly held you down. Toji lets you adjust to his size, watching your chest shakingly heave, pampering you with more kisses to distract you.
“It's okay, sweetie. It'll start feeling better.”
He started moving when you started to calm down. He was too impatient to go slow, pounding into you as if his life depended on it.
“Fuck~ you feel so good.” He groaned. The way your walls hugged and sucked him in perfectly made him think how even more perfect you are for him. Wet skin slapped together, your moans and his groans filling the room.
With the drug injected into you, your nerves were on crack, making you feel like you were on cloud 9.
He felt you tighten around him more, knowing that you’ll probably come soon.
“Are you gonna come, sweetheart? Hm?” He thrusts harder than he already did.
He only got a moan in response. The drugs already made you incoherent, so how the hell could you respond when he's battering into you?
“Aww, you’re so cute getting all fucked up.”
He felt a warm liquid coat his dick between him and your walls with a loud moan from you, continuing to thrust himself into you.
He's been waiting for this moment for years, his mind and body were going feral.
He pulled out for a second to untie your legs, giving you a few seconds for a breather.
He threw the ropes away to the ground, grabbing both your legs to press them up against you into a mating press.
He thrusted back into you, going back to the original pace.
You began to overstimulate and lose yourself even more with no breaks, your moans slowly turning into cries. Your pussy squelching each time he moved inside you, eyes rolling back to the back of your head.
The bed moved back and forth, hitting the walls, synchronizing with his harsh thrusts. The mattress squeaking each time.
You leaked with cum when he came, a wet popping noise when he pulled out.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, glistening his body. Your legs trembled as the white liquid still oozed out of you. You were awake but your eyes were closed shut, hair all sprawled out in a tangled mess.
You were done, but he wasn't.
Toji ended up fucking into you for hours upon hours. To the point where you were knocked out for the last bit of it.
He spilled his seeds inside you each time, wanting to coat every inch of your walls. Breeding you as much as he could.
By the time he was done, you were painted with the mixture of your cum and his. The sheets were drenched with it too.
He even broke all four of the goddamn legs of the bed.
When he finally reached his limit, he untied your hands, grazing his thumb over the wound. He took your right hand and kissed your pinky softly.
Have you thought about JJK characters as a mafia gang? What roles should they play or would they be in the mafia at all? Also I hope you have a nice day/evening!
You´re so sweet. I hope you have or had a nice day too.
But to answer your question, yes! I have thought about it before.
I feel like Gojo and Sukuna would be the leader of a mafia gang and they´re always bickering.
I also see Sukuna and Yuji with a twin au and Yuji is in Gojo´s gang.
I see the Zenin family not as a gang, but a famous company that has deals with the mafia gangs when they´re not in the public eye. Toji left his family, but he´s involved with the gangs in some way. Megumi’s probably a deal or peace treaty with the gang and Zenin family.
I don't see any of the girls except for MeiMei being involved with the mafia gang.
Nanami’s in the middle. I can see him not being in the gang but at the same time, I see him being a Broker for the gang.
But yeah, that's the general idea I have of them being in a Mafia.
A/N: Since everyone’s favorite school is starting, I thought why not think about how the JJK characters would be like at school.
Itadori Yuji
He's overall a good student.
He’s the type who actually tries to get good grades, but he never can.
Tries to pay attention to class, but somehow always ends up not.
He’s had few occasions where he fell asleep during class.
He gets along pretty well with his teachers.
He's not like a teacher's pet, but his teachers like him.
A big friend group.
I can see him as someone who knows everyone in the school and gets along with them.
Whether that be close friends or not.
He's someone who everyone in the school likes.
He's probably in the school's basketball team or something.
Fushiguro Megumi
He's an okay student.
He's probably the type who pays attention to class, but in his head, he's over it.
Like he doesn't want to be there.
He gets relatively good grades, not like straight A’s, but a few B’s.
We all know how he was like in middle school.
He won't throw hands as much as he did before, but that doesn't mean he won't.
So he's gotten in trouble a few times.
He's definitely not as popular as Yuji, but he has his group of friends.
A bit popular with the ladies.
He falls right in between the lines if popular and not.
Like a lot of people know him, but don't at the same time?
If he’s mentioned their responses would be like, “Oh yeah, Megumi... I think I know him.”
He’s probably in the Kyūdō club. (Japanese archery)
Gojo Satoru
Okay... Going by student as in grades, he’s at the top.
He’s the type who doesn’t pay attention to class, but somehow ends up being the top grade.
It pisses off a lot of his classmates.
Like they just want to give Gojo the biggest, “Fuck you! 凸(ﾟДﾟ#)”
He’s super popular.
He’s those annoying guys where nobody likes, but they’re popular.
A lady’s man.
A fuckboy.
Whatever you wanna call him.
He’s slept with at least half the girls in his school.
I feel he’ll become a teacher’s pet on purpose.
Like you know, he’s doing it on purpose.
He’s also that annoying kid where they ask about the most obvious answers and somehow argue back.
He's the worst person to have in a group project.
He’s probably in the basketball or volleyball club.
Geto Suguru
He’s a good student.
He might be friends with Gojo, but he’s someone who takes classes seriously.
Not too seriously though.
His grades are up there as well.
The teachers love him.
He’s always offering them help and to his classmates as well.
A little bit of a teacher’s pet.
Gojo teases him about it.
He’s also super popular with everyone, and a lot of people like him because even though he hangs out with the “I’m so cool and popular guys”, he’s actually cool so people like him.
Very popular with the ladies.
But mostly all of that is just a mask he puts up to everyone because he’s smoking some weed in the back.
He’s also probably in the basketball or volleyball club.
Any club that Gojo is in really.
Nanami Kento
He’s a serious student.
He always pays attention to class and take notes.
He doesn’t ask questions though.
He’s the type where he likes to study and learn everything on his own and doesn’t like getting help from other people.
It’s better for him since he can go at his own pace.
I think he also falls into the line where they’re popular but not.
He doesn’t want attention, but he unintentionally gets it.
It’s mostly because of the girls.
He was in cooking class and they were impressed by how well he cooked.
Everybody loves a man that can cook.
Gojo won't stop bothering him.
Someone send him help.
He's probably in literature club or something calming.
Ryomen Sukuna
A terrible student.
I mean what do you expect out of him?
He's never in class.
Grades, absolute shit.
He never turns in his work and does not care a single ounce.
He never wears his uniform properly and has half of his shirt open.
He never attends his detention and has been suspended multiple times.
He's been expelled so much that he's been around all the schools around his area.
Bullying people 24/7 because it's fun to him.
And he doesn't care if there are teachers or staff are around.
He’ll continue to do what he pleases.
And the teachers don't even try to stop him because they’re literally scared of him.
Smoking and doing drugs in the back of the school.
He and Gojo are fighting all the fucking time.
Like they see each other and it's on sight.
He's in the boxing club but he never attends.
Fushiguro Toji
Another terrible student.
Is never in class.
One time he just left the school.
Never came back without saying anything.
He’s also someone who somehow has decent grades.
He does get into fights, but he's never the one who begins them.
He's too lazy and thinks its a bothersome.
Just don't bother him and you’re good.
He’s always asking for lunch money. (broke bitch)
Doesn't do any drugs, but he's definitely smoking in the back or the rooftop.
Even though a lot of people are scared of him, he's pretty popular.
Pretty popular with the ladies too.
Doesn't have a single friend.
He might know some people, but he doesn't talk or hang out as much to call them friends.
He’s probably in the wrestling club, but like Sukuna, he's never there.
Choso
Just like Megumi, is an okay student.
He attends all his classes but he doesn't try hard to get good grades.
As long as he's in the passing grade, he’s good.
The teachers and classmates like him because he's really chill.
He gets along very well with his juniors.
Maybe it's because he's the oldest out of his brother.
He just knows how to handle them well.
If any junior needs to ask their senior for something, they usually go to him.
He's always hanging out with Yuji.
Since he has so many younger brothers, he's really good at teaching.
So he's asked to be another student's tutor frequently.
I can also see him in the Kyúdō club.
Zenin Naoya
An asshole.
He probably goes to a prestigious school.
Has relatively good grades.
The teachers don't like him.
He's always interrupting and makes snarky and offensive comments when someone gets an answer wrong.
Slamming other people's lockers when he's passing by.
He's always bragging about something that his Daddy bought for him.
Bullies people in the back alley or something.
Uses them as errand runners.
Hates delinquents but is something similar.
Got his ass beaten by some girl named Maki in the back of the school and Maki’s using it as blackmail.
He also got his ass beaten by Toji because he wouldn't stop talking to him.
He's not popular, but he's known because of his family.
A/N: This was first only supposed to be for Megumi, but it's clearly not anymore... So the other character's headcanons are shorter. Sorry for any mistakes.
Fushiguro Megumi
You’re a Japanese actress that stars mostly in American Tv shows and Kdrama. Things like TVD (The Vampire Diaries) and stuff like that.
So you’re a well-known actress worldwide.
You usually play the role of a side character that ends up stealing the show.
The characters you play are that depressing, blunt, sarcastic, unintentionally funny types of characters.
He likes the fact that he can relate to most of the characters you play.
He’s watched most of all the shows you’ve been featured in.
He hasn't watched all of them since not every show you appear in is something he finds interesting, but he’ll take a look at it or only watch the parts where you’re on the screen.
You do some modeling on the side to promote brands you’ve collaborated with and one of his favorite collaborations you’ve ever done was a perfume you did with Channel.
The perfume scent was a smell you said you enjoyed and wore every day.
He pre-ordered it and received it on the day it was launched.
It was a sweet scent, but it wasn’t sweet like candy.
It was very subtle and mature scent.
A gender-neutral smell since you wanted everyone to be able to wear it.
Initially, Megumi thought he wouldn’t like the scent since he’s not the biggest fan of sweets, but since the sweet scent wasn’t strong, he actually really liked it.
Every time he wore the perfume (which was only for special occasions) he would always be complemented by the people around him at how good he smells.
I also see him as a closet fan.
He doesn’t talk about himself at all from the start so I think he wouldn’t talk about the “little” crush he has on you.
Every time Yuji asks about who his favorite celebrity is, he would always say something like, “I don’t know.” “I don’t have one.”
But you better bet that in the darkest depths of his closet all his merch and other products from you are carefully stored away from everyone’s view.
He really wants to go to one of your fan signs or handshake events, but he’s socially awkward and he thinks he’ll have a nervous breakdown if he ever went to one.
But with that being said, he’s watched every single talk show or event that’s been uploaded on YouTube.
Maybe one day he’ll have the courage to go to one of these events.
Itadori Yuji
Okay... He said he has no interest in idols, but Todo insisted and showed him a few other idols he knew of.
While his besto friendo showed him the idols, he took a liking to you.
He actually knew some of the songs from you.
He just didn't know it was from you.
You weren't exactly what people would call an “idol” since Japanese idols have a very specific music genre and look, but that's what actually made him like you more.
You were closer to a singer than an idol, but you added a lot of dancing into your performance, so people see you as some type of idol.
You’ve actually sang some openings for some animes he’s watched.
After he was introduced to you, he was hooked.
He started following your social media pages and watched videos of you on YouTube.
He added your songs into his workout playlists and knew the lyrics word for word.
He also learned all your choreography to your songs and let me tell you, he had another level of respect for you because those dance moves were hard.
Like how do you sing while dancing without dying to the floor?
He bought tickets to one of your concerts and it was one of the best moments of his life.
He even asked Todo to go with him for a meet in greet you had.
When it was his turn, he was really nervous and clutching your albums.
Surprisingly, he didn't snap them in half.
When he walked up to you, you greeted him with a small smile.
The boy thought he was gonna faint.
He took notice of your chill personality from all the videos he’s watched about you, but being able to actually interact with you, you were 10x cooler than he originally thought.
He was shy at first, but once the conversation got going, you guys were able to talk as if you’ve been long time friends.
He was a little upset when his time was up, but it’s not like this is going to the last time he’s going to one of your events.
Gojo Satoru
His celebrity crush is a model.
Specifically a pin-up model.
Your a model who’s been featured on Vogue, Elle, Playboy, big magazine names.
And you bet he’s gonna have every magazine you’re the cover of.
He’s rich after all.
He definitely has you as his lock screen wallpaper.
It’s a picture of you in a bikini for a summer collection.
You were sitting at a table with a cocktail, your chin resting on your hand while your chest lightly touch the table.
It wouldn’t be surprising to find out that he’s jacked-off to your pictures.
His mind was clouded by you a lot more than he thought, as when he would sleep with one of his one-night stands, and the only thing he could think was you and how he wishes it was you.
He’s definitely a little bit of that obsessive type.
You have your own clothing brand and he’s bought every single item on that website.
It didn't matter if it was a dress, he’s just bought all of them.
You also appear on Tv a lot and do some subunits with idols or other models.
He once actually met you coincidentally.
He was going to a bakery shop in Okinawa and you were also there in disguise.
It didn't show on his face, but he was freaking out on the inside.
He didn't want to blow your cover or anything like that, so what he thought was the best thing to do was to pretend that he didn't know you and act like someone who’s just having a small conversation with other people.
And his plan worked.
You guys would end up talking for a bit and it ended being a really nice conversation.
When you guys parted, he teleported home and started fanboying.
Like his body was bending in all different directions while squealing.
He hopes that this lucky encounter would appear again.
Nanami Kento
Since he’s a big foodie, his celebrity crush would be a professional chief.
You’re like Gorden Ramsey famous chief and good at cooking like him.
Nanami owns the cooking books you’ve published and he enjoys every single recipe in that book.
You’ve had a cooking competition show (something like Master Chief) and he’s watched every single season of it.
Not only does he like your cooking, he really likes your personality.
You’re a very mature and polished woman, but also at the same time, you're sweet and funny.
You had a great balance with your personality and he finds it very likable.
You’ve suddenly announced that you were going to give cooking lessons to some of your fans and he signed up right away.
He didn't have his hopes too high since there’s thousands and thousands of people who signed up, but when the email came to tell him that he’s won an opportunity to attend one of your lessons, he immediately accepted.
The place the lessons were taking place was the same set they used for the show, so everyone got a little tour of everything.
While everyone was cooking, you were walking around and helping people out.
When you came by him, he held his breath for a second.
It's a bit intimidating when you’re a professional chief walking around to look at his progress.
But he felt relief when you told him that his cooking looked good.
What really surprised him was when you were taste testing everyone’s food, you said that his was your favorite.
He felt his life was complete right then and there.
He was left smiling for the rest of the day and Gojo wouldn't stop asking him why.
Ryomen Sukuna
Like Megumi, his celebrity crush is an actress.
His favorite roles you've played are the antagonist with that sassy personality.
His all-time favorite character you’ve played was a character in a movie.
Your character was a serial killer.
The character you played was something similar to what Sukuna really is and he found it very pleasant.
He would make comments like, “Haha, look at her break his arm. She should rip his head off next.”
Since he’s stuck in Yuji’s body, he’ll annoy the boy until he finally lets him watch clips of you on YouTube.
Also, when Yuji was doing his movie training, Sukuna would always tell him to pick the movies you appear in.
You were also super pretty which made it even better for Sukuna.
Surprisingly, Sukuna liked your real personality when you weren't acting.
You were well educated and the way to spoke was very eloquent.
You would think he would like someone shy or someone unsure of themselves since those people are easier to control, but he liked the confidence you had.
It wasn't an egotistical amount, but an amount where you stood your ground.
He’s definitely thinking of taking you once he gets full control of Yuji’s body.
Who knows what he’s planned in his mind.
Fushiguro Toji
You were a professional trainer and sports model.
Since Toji doesn't have Cursed Energy, his sole power comes from physical power.
He likes your workouts since you had some really hard ones that kept him in shape.
Plus your workout videos are free since you upload them on YouTube.
Perfect for a broke man.
He would join your live online training sessions from time to time.
It would be a lie if he didn't say that another reason why he likes your workout videos so much is that he gets to see your chest bounce every time you do jumping jacks or that nice ass he gets to see in those tight leggings.
He also liked the fact that you were a model.
The pictures of you in a sports bra with sweat trickling down was sexy as hell.
Your abs looked killer too.
He was a bit jealous of those guys who posed with you in those pictures.
Maybe he should sign up to be a model as well to join you.
He had a few of the clothes from the brand you modeled for and it’s one of his favorite workout clothes.
Although let's be real, he probably got the most basic ones, like a black tee-shirt since he seems to like to only wear those.
Choso
You are a famous anime author. (Let’s say Demon Slayer)
He was first introduced to your work when Mahito came back from his robbing -killing- spree when he went to go get some board games.
Mahito heard that it's been very popular lately and gave it to him since he looks bored all the time.
He didn't have any interest at first, but when he really was bored, he started reading it.
He freaking loved it.
He literally cried when Tanjiro came back to see all his family members dead.
He loved how Tanjiro joined the Demon Slayer corps and did everything in order to cure his sister.
Because that’s something he would’ve done too.
When he asked Getou who the author was, it surprised him to see such a beautiful woman writing a masterpiece.
He also learned that you were doing a signing at a bookstore nearby and he was most definitely going to attend.
Getou told him to change into something different before he went because he would definitely stand out in the outfit he usually wore.
The poor man was so nervous.
He didn't really know how these things worked, so it was a bit stressful for him.
But when it was his turn, he kept his head low and made sure his bucket hat covered his face as much as possible.
Your voice was soft and soothing, helping his nervousness mellow down.
He told you about how he loved the way you wrote the Kamado sibling's love and care for each other and how he relates to it.
Since you took a little liking towards him, before he left, you gave him some spoilers on the next few plots.
He was very happy and couldn't wait for the next chapters to come out.
Zenin Naoya
You are a famous artist.
Not in music but in art.
Naoya came across one of your paintings while he was at an auction.
He likes buying these types of things for investment and he personally just likes them too.
When your painting was brought up to the stage, it was the most beautiful work of art he's ever seen.
The amount of details that was put into making that single stroke for the dog’s fur, or the intricate shading for each object on the canvas.
He could tell that this must have taken hours upon hours to complete.
And it was definitely worth it.
As the people shouted out their price, his voice boomed over all of them when he suddenly placed a ridiculously high amount of money.
He ended up winning the painting and brought it back to the Zenin estate.
He placed the painting in his room and ended up staring at it for hours for some reason.
He just couldn't look away.
Out of all the gifts he received or any of the things that belongs to him, this was his favorite.
He knew of your name since any collector would know, but after this, he went more in-depth about who you are.
He looked through your other paintings that popped up on the internet, and they were gorgeous.
After his first buy of your art, he would take any chances to get his hands on your art piece.
It became to the point where his Daddy scolded him for having too many paintings in his room.
When he found one of the interviews you've did with a Tv program, he was stunned by your looks.
You were definitely his type.
He honestly thought, if he could have a chance with you, he would break his strong morals about how women should do this and that.
He didn't care if you could cook or clean.
As long as you continued to paint and create such a masterpiece, he would be okay with that.
Not really a request but more of a question to get to know you if you’re comfortable with that. Who’s your top three favorite characters from JJK?
It’s totally fine!
Honestly, I like a lot of the characters. But I guess if I had to pick my three favorite characters it's probably...
Fushiguro Toji
Ryomen Sukuna
Choso or Fushiguro Megumi
So I guess out of these characters Sukuna was my first favorite because I watched the anime first before I read the manga, and it wasn't his character/personality that made me like him, but the Japanese voice actor for him is one of my favorite voice actors all time, so that kinda instantly made him one of my favorites. And not gonna lie, I tend to like the characters that are the “bad guy”.
Generic I know.
I also really like his tattoos. I wanna get one but I'm 100% sure my parents would beat my ass if I ever did.
Plus, he's hot. At least to me. We gotta thank Yuji for that one though.
As for Fushiguro Toji, as of right now he’s my top favorite. His looks are my type and I love the scar on his lips.
Like before him, I never understood why people simped for DILF’s but after this guy right here, that all changed.
Plus he’s just a straight-up badass. He almost killed Gojo and took down that squid curse as if it was nothing.
I know that a lot of people see him as a bad father-I mean obviously, he kinda is-but he knew that he wasn't a good father for Megumi and that's why he sold him to the Zenin family. He acts like he doesn't care, but he does and that just warmly stings my heart in a way.
Next is Choso or Megumi. As for Choso, I didn't think about him a lot in the beginning because he really doesn't do anything until the Shibuya arc, but it was after him declaring that Yuji’s his younger brother that made him one of my favorites.
Choso trying to get Yuji to call him older brother is one of the most adorable things in the JJK series for me.
I love the way he cares about his younger brother too. Like he’ll do anything for them.
I also like his personality. Like his lazy, unenthusiastic responses and actions. He’s definitely one of my kins.
As for Megumi, I also didn't think about him too much, but when I started rewatching and rereading JJK, I started to like him more.
He's also one of my kins. The depressed and annoyed emo bitch. Me.
I also feel a bit of pity towards him, because like every other episode he gets his head smashed into something or by someone.
Like, give this guy a break. Please.
I guess the fact that he’s also Toji’s son just made me like him more too. I know that Gojo and other people say that he looks like his dad, but honestly I don't really see it?...
Summary: You’re a senior model that’s one of the highest paid models worldwide. A rookie model, Choso, happened to work under the same company as you, and you guys end up doing a photoshoot together for a Vogue cover. Everything was as normal as it should be, but that starts to change when the photographer asks you guys to do different poses.
A/N: This idea popped up when I remembered that Choso’s outfit was inspired by designer clothes. Sorry for any mistakes.
You sat in the makeup chair as the staff did their work. You were at a photoshoot for a Vogue cover with a rookie model that was under the same company as you.
His name was Choso if you remembered correctly. Your company thought it was a good promotion idea for the both of you-mainly choso- if you guys did a cover together.
Since you were one of the top models worldwide, it would help Choso with publicity and your company’s name.
“And... You’re ready to go!” The staff pulled away, letting you have a good look at yourself.
Your hair was that damp look, lightly sleeked back with few short hairs by your face. Your makeup was a smokey liner with a bold red lip. You wore a black suit that showed a lot of your chest. Diamond earrings and necklaces that easily passed a million dollars and black pumps to finish it off.
It was a very ‘boss lady’ look.
You thanked your loyal staff and walked out to the studio. You guys were doing individual shoots first before it was you two together, and Choso was just finishing up.
The bright flashes clicked as the photographer took Choso’s photos. The photographer was someone you’ve worked with before and they’ve taken some of the best pictures you’ve ever seen.
“Okay! You’re all good Choso!” They gave him a thumbs-up as Choso bowed. “All you need to do now for your individual shoot is to pick out your favorite pictures with the editor.” They informed.
“Okay, thank you very much.” He bowed again to the photographer.
“Y/N, you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You said, walking up to the set.
“Okay, so-...”
You started your individual shoot and while you were, you’ve noticed from the corner of your eye that Choso was watching you.
His eyes were dead set on you, taking in every move you did. The way you were able to pose yourself quickly and elegantly was amazing to him.
It made him think, ‘Damn, this is what a top model is like.’ He wished one day that he’ll be in the same position as you.
The way you worked was so quick that your photo shoot ended 30 minutes earlier than the time it took for Choso.
“Okay, we have about few minutes before our lunch break so why don't we just get started with the shoot with both of you?”
Choso walked up to the set, his makeup all retouched. “I'll be in your care.” He greeted you.
You couldn't help but smile at how formal and uptight he is. His face was blank, but his body language showed nervousness.
“No need to be nervous. I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Your reply made the man blush for a second.
The camera started clicking as the photographer took the photos. The first few poses were pretty simple. It was just you guys sitting or standing next to each other, looking into the camera.
Then the poses started to get more intimate.
“Okay, so why don't you guys lay down on the floor in opposite directions so your heads only meet each other.”
You two do as you're told and both of you lay down in the ground.
“Now, look at each other while putting your hands on their cheeks.”
You noticed the split moment of panic in Choso’s eyes. You’ve already placed your hands on his cheek while he was still hesitant about touching you.
You’ve noticed throughout the photoshoot, Choso would keep his head and eyes down each time you guys were changing poses.
‘What a gentleman.’ You thought.
You helped him out by taking your other hand and guiding it to your cheek. His hand tensed up as another blush was creeping up on his pale skin.
“Yes! Keep that pose right there!” The sound of the shutter clicking became frantic as it snapped away.
The next pose was you lightly back hugging him while he sat down.
Choso first sat down on the black matte cube, getting into position before you positioned yourself.
Nervousness was arising each time Choso could hear your heels click on the ground. He was first greeted with the scent of warm vanilla as your arms lightly wrapped around his neck. He gulped down the lump in his throat as he slowly felt your chest press against his back.
“Don't be so tense. Relax.” You whisper right into his ear.
Relax?! Don't be so tense?! How can he be relaxed and not tense when you're hugging him from behind?!? That's the last thing he can do.
The fact that you were the first female model he’s ever worked with made him nervous from the start. And the fact that you were one of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen wasn't helping his emotions either.
The photographer stopped taking pictures when he noticed that Choso’s face was getting really red.
“Choso, are you okay? Your face is getting really red.” They asked in concern.
“Yeah... It's just that the lights are making things really hot.” That statement wasn't a complete lie. The bright lights that beamed down on you two were making you guys feel hot.
“Okay, why don't we take our lunch break then?” They look down at their watch. “It's perfectly lunchtime so.”
Putting a pause on the photoshoot, the staff and yourself all got your lunches that were ordered prior, taking a seat where ever you can.
While you chewed on your salad, you noticed that Choso was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Choso?” You suddenly questioned.
“Oh, I think he went to the bathroom.” One of the staff informed you.
“Oh okay, thank you.” You got up from your seat, making your way to the bathrooms. Since it was just a studio it wasn't divided into genders.
You walked in and you immediately saw Choso leaning over the sink.
“Choso?” You softly call him. His head whips up, surprised to see you there. He didn't even hear you come inside. That's how lost he was in his mind.
“L-L/N-san...”
“Are you sure you're okay? Your face looks pretty pale.” You start walking over to him.
“Oh! I’m completely fine! Um... I-...” He started to stutter more as you got closer, his eyes desperately moving around to look everywhere but you.
“Hey...” You place a hand on his shoulder. “I said I'll take care of you. If you’re feeling sick I can go ask the staff to cut the photoshoot short. Your health is more important than this. We already got few shots of us in, so you don't need to feel pressured to stay.” You comforted him. “I have some Tylenol if you want-”
You were cut off when Choso suddenly kissed you. It was a kiss with desperation. You were definitely not expecting that.
When he pulled away a string of saliva connected you two, his face instantly showing regret.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I- I just couldn't help it and-!”
This time it was you who kissed him. He quickly melted into the kiss. This time a much softer and sentimental kiss.
“Shhh, there’s no need to apologize. Didn't I just say I’ll take good care of you?”
You weren't dumb.
During the photoshoot, you had an idea of what's wrong with him, but him trying to hide his lower region when you walked into the bathroom only confirmed it.
His lips were stained by your red lipstick, smudging off the corner of your lips.
You were gonna need your makeup artist to fix things up after this.
You unbuckled his belt, roughly pulling down his pants, along with his underwear. You guys didn't have too much time before lunch break was over.
Getting on your knees, you kissed the tip of his cock, slowly licking it.
Choso hummed in delight, as his hands held onto the edge of the counter.
Who would've thought that the Y/N would be sucking his dick off at their first photoshoot together.
“Ah!” He moaned loudly when you just suddenly took all of him. He felt his tip hit the back of your throat each time you bobbed your head.
You couldn't take all of him in your mouth, so as for the rest of his length, you used your hand, stroking it at the same pace as your mouth.
He covered his mouth with his hand, not wanting the staff to hear any of his moans.
The way your mouth hallowed out for him was just perfect, and the fast pace made it even better.
He’s been with a few girls before, prior to the contract he signed when he became a model that restricted him from dating, but his girlfriends before were nowhere near good as you.
It made him feel a bit jealous of the guys you’ve been with before.
He released in your mouth. The warm liquid going down your throat and dripping from the corner of your mouth.
You got up from your knees to kiss him one more time, letting him taste himself.
Pulling away, you softly smile. “Feeling better?” You asked while rubbing his red cheeks with your thumb.
“Yes... Much better...” He panted.
“Good~. We better clean ourselves up. We don't want the staff to know anything, do we now?” You walked over to the paper towels.
“Yeah...”
Let's just say that the fans were dying when the cover of you two came out.
