meeting yuji and megumi as off campus roommates your junior year of college, none of you could have likely ever predicted where the living arrangement would lead you years later:
the two men were situated beneath you, hearts racing and faces flushed from the abundance of foreplay the three of you had just participated in, and the duality of the two couldn't be more prominent than right now - as you sank down onto both of their cocks at the same time.
megumi is the one to shudder almost instantly, teeth gritting against teeth as he throws his head back, eyes screwed shut to maintain his composure - being inside you was one thing, but the feeling of your walls growing even tighter from both the lack of usual space and from your clenching was an entire other thing, and it was getting to megumi fast.
yuji, on the other hand, can't take his eyes off of the spectacle. His pupils blown wide in his equally wide eyes, gaze locked onto where both of their lengths sink and disappear into your tight heat, absolutely drunk on both the sight and the feeling. his vision stays locked to where the three of you meet, face painted with a mindless, lopsided grin as his mind goes absolutely numb from his need for both of you.
summary: after being rescued by your soulmate following a cut from a stand arrow, you wake up in a hospital bed. finally being able to see in color, you're now able to talk some with your newfound other half.
content: soulmate!au, in universe, f!reader, set during SDC, canon typical injury (brief talk), hospital setting
wc: 1.5k
read part 1 here!
part of the i'll find you in every universe series
when you stir back awake, you find yourself sitting in a hospital bed, monitors attached to various parts of your body to ensure that your vitals aren't shifting too abnormally.
despite you likely being unaware to the existence of stands, the crusaders still needed to monitor your response to what may have been a stand arrow. when the other three approached the worker and the other customer, who they soon discovered to be enya, another stand user, they immediately rushed to get you to a speedwagon facility nearby to watch your reactions.
you glance around the room, taking in the stark white walls that match the sheets you are currently situated under. A young man with red hair and a green uniform sits in a chair against the wall next to the door, head resting against the flat surface behind him. his eyes were closed, so he was at least resting, maybe even sleeping.
it made you realize you had no idea how long you had been here. you assumed he was the other man you saw in the alley, and that he and the man that kneeled next to you, your soulmate, must have brought you to where you are now.
as you continued to catalogue your surroundings, your gaze finally settled on the broad shoulders of the man with the blue eyes. he was facing away from you, on the other side of the doorframe connecting the room to the hallway outside, speaking with someone who is currently out of your line of sight.
you blink your eyes a few times, attempting to clear the grogginess from them that lingered from your being unconscious. you considered saying something to announce your waking to the men, but were unsure if you should say anything. you're still not sure who these men were, where you were, or what situation you had managed to find yourself in. for all you know, they could have been involved, and this is their way of relieving the burden of fault.
you then remember that one of them is apparently your soulmate. surely your soulmate wouldn't do something to that degree, right?, you thought to yourself. surely they were helping me.
your eyes were shifting around the room, taking in the final details of the things around you, when you hear shuffling near the door. your head turns itself to the sounds, seeing that the person in the hallway must have left, and the man standing in the doorway had turned around to come back into the room.
once he turns around, his eyes immediately settle on your figure lying in the bed. he notices your open eyes, awake and watching him, and moves to sit in the chair that you somehow hadn't before noticed was positioned at the side of your bed. it made you wonder if he had previously been residing in that one as well, while you laid there unconscious.
seemingly able to hear your internal monologue, the man starts providing answers to some of the questions you had found running through your mind.
"you were out for just over a day," he starts, watching you with a look you can't quite place, almost as if he's not willing to project his feelings through his expressions.
"oh," was all you seemed to be able to muster as a response, eyes darting between the two of his own looking back at you.
"that woman, at the restaurant, did she cut your arm with something?" he asked directly, straight to the point, nodding his head curtly in the direction of your wrapped forearm. the question caused you to glance down at the dressings as well, somehow not having noticed them before now. you gave him a nod in return.
you heard him sigh, which caused you to redirect your gaze back up to his face. your eyes locked with his, realizing he had already been watching for your reactions and facial expressions.
he moves, almost commanding the room to move for him, instead, and situates himself in the chair to your side. you watch his movements the entire time, taking in his appearance and demeanor. his large body seems to swallow the small chair next to your bed, legs stretched out long in front of him as his arms stay crossed against his chest.
his expression doesn't outwardly shift to the one of stoicism he's worn since you've been interacting with him.
his eyes bore into your face, inspecting and cataloguing all at once. after a few moments, the man speaks again, bluntly asking, "are you a stand user?"
your brows furrow closer together, confusion running to infect your features.
"I'm.. I'm sorry? I don't think I understand what you're asking me."
the man before you sighs, dragging a large hand down his chiseled face before returning to his previous stance of simple crossed arms. his eyes watched your face again for a few moments, and you swore you eventually saw a slight softening to his cerulean orbs.
"what's your name?" he asked, except it came out more like a statement, as if he wasn't asking you to tell him, he was telling you that you would.
"y/n," you replied with a small smile, hoping to get more out of his expressions.
he nods before turning, gaze redirecting to the wall to pretend to inspect over the informational posters and charts. you, however, don't move your focus from his face, his turning now causing you to look over his side profile - the sharp, set jawline, the defined cheekbones, his determined mien.
your cheeks puff in discontent, a physical manifestation of your displeasure at the early-ended conversation. you set your own face into an expression of determination, mentally adamant that you get your own questions answered, too.
"and yours?" you ask back, voice tinged with a teasing annoyance.
he turns his neck back, face settling on your features again, and he's silent for a few moments before he responds.
"jotaro," he says, the slightest of nods accompanying the name going almost unnoticed. he watches for your reaction to his name, and when your smile grows slightly wider, he feels his muscles relax, even just slightly.
the two of you continue just watching each other's faces and expressions for a brief time before you find yourself talking again.
"I'm glad your eyes were the first thing I saw. the blue is quite beautiful," you tell him, face heating slightly when you realized the sort of compliment you had just given the seemingly rough and ragged-edged man sitting next to you.
you watched said eyes widen slightly, noticing the slight reddish tint to his cheeks as he quickly rushes to save face, tilting down the bill of his hat in an attempt to cover the increasing color to his face, a hitched tch leaving his mouth as he does so.
your smile falters a bit, his response leaving you feeling slightly dejected. jotaro notices, just as he always does with the small things, and forces his usual demeanor to allow him to act softer, just a little bit, just for now.
"so," he starts, bringing your eyes to meet again, allowing him to see the slight spark of hope return to your watchful gaze. "you're my soulmate."
you shoot him that soft smile again, and his heart both heats and melts at the same time. jotaro hardly notices before he almost outwardly softened at the sight, mentally checking himself to try and stick with the easy, safe, self-preservation he's come to know as habit.
"yeah," you said lowly, maybe even dreamily, smile still on your face as you move your gaze to watch your fingers wringing about themselves. "I suppose I am."
he quirks a brow at the response, and jotaro realizes, when you return your gaze to him and he watches your face shift in happy surprise at the sight of his slightly quirked lip, that fate was one hell of a thing.
"you suppose? I'm sat here looking at your hair, your eyes, your nail polish, and you just suppose, huh?" jotaro says. he's even surprising himself at the speed at which you seem to be, and the speed at which he seems to allow you to be, able to get him to start becoming comfortable.
"you're my soulmate," you say while staring into his eyes.
this time he'd definitely describe it as dreamily.
"we can talk stands later. why don't you tell me some about yourself for now," jotaro found himself saying, entirely in awe at the affect you had on him and his composure. he was starting to recline his large figure in the chair, expression softening slightly as he watched your eyes light up at the interest shown.
a/n: honestly I abandoned this for a while bc I wasn't too happy or sure about where to go with it, but I was tired of looking and thinking about it and I think it's a win that I at least don't absolutely hate it lmao. bout damn time this was finally out tho, and I'm glad to have motivation to write and post again! until next post, MWAH!
this is a current list of pieces I'm working on (I know, been a minute, but motivation is finally back and inspiration is flowing)! I think I'll make one of these every once in a while, when I gather a large group of WIPs that I then later plan to finally flesh out and push out there. feel free to comment if you want to join my taglist, or if you want to be tagged for any of these pieces specifically!
- all of this information is subject to change & this is not necessarily the upload order -
soonest ✶⋆.˚ consists mainly of pieces currently being written/close to done
⟢ gintoki sakata x reader - angst/comfort
summary: Gintoki forgets your birthday, leaving you to question where you truly stand in his life. During his subsequent brooding period, both Odd Jobs and Otose have to knock some sense into him.
content: f!reader, established relationship, canon compliant (i think), hurt/comfort, angst to happy ending, mentions of alcohol/drinking
⟢ jotaro kujo x reader - a lack of color pt 2
sorry about the wait for the rest of this series, I did get fr burnt out and will only be doing series in the future once I have them at least mostly complete!
summary and content for this one aren't solidified yet, but it will include (f!)reader waking up in the hospital and her and Jotaro's interactions/convos then!
⟢ gintoki sakata x reader - soulmate au installation
summary/trope: the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body
sooner ✶⋆.˚ consists mainly of pieces that have been outlined/are next to be written
HEADCANON SET/SERIES: I planned to do a headcanon set based on the jjk men and "he comes home to find you doing whatever but you're like humming/dancing/being cute to him". BUT at least one has ended up being its own piece, so those will be posted separately, some longer and some shorter. so, I will be noting the ones in this section and the soon section that are a part of this set/series!
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: gojo x reader
brief idea summary: gojo returns early from a mission, opting to make it a surprise to you, and returns home to the person who sees him as satoru as opposed to the strongest.
brief idea content (will likely be additions): f!reader, none other really, just fluff
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: toji x reader
brief idea summary: toji leaves for a breather after an argument arose between the two of you. he's reminded of why he's thankful you let him choose you when he returns home.
brief idea content (will likely be additions): hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, f!reader, baby gumi, arguing and making up
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: sukuna x reader
brief idea summary: having left you napping cocooned on the couch, sukuna expects you to still be in the same spot after his run to the gym and a few errands. contrary to his prior belief, he comes home to you letting loose with a glass of wine while doing chores.
brief idea content (will likely be additions): modern!au, f!reader, drinking wine, fluff
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: megumi x reader
brief idea summary: megumi is still prioritizing everyone else above himself while on missions. when a joint mission with yuji almost goes sideways, megumi realizes it may be time to start putting himself first - even if not for him, then for you.
brief idea content (will likely be additions): f!reader, angst with a happy ending, canon compliant, canon typical violence, slight injuries
soon✶⋆.˚ consists mainly of pieces that are currently ideas/are next to be outlined
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: yuji x reader
nothing specific brainstormed beyond the general headcanon idea
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: toge x reader
nothing specific brainstormed beyond the general headcanon idea
⟢ HEADCANON SET/SERIES: yuta x reader
nothing specific brainstormed beyond the general headcanon idea
⟢ variety jjk smau: jjk men x reader who is into ARGs (alternate reality games)
characters still tbd; references will include catastrophe crow*, the tulpa effect*, local 58*, petscop*, interloper**, and more tbd!
links direct to the video/first video of the analysis/deep dive (*) or the video/first video of the source material (**)
⟢ okita x reader - soulmate au installation
summary/trope: soulmates develop each other's initials on their wrist, in the other's handwriting.
⟢ megumi x reader - soulmate au installation
summary/trope: you get glimpses, in dreams, of your soulmate - either of their day, or of their future - save for specific or identifying information.
⟢ gojo x reader - soulmate au installation
summary/trope: the first place your soulmate's hands touch you is marked on your skin.
⟢ garou x reader - inspired by this post
brief idea summary: garou works for bang (unspecified, just know he works and bang is his boss lol). after realizing he has/is developing a crush on you, bang notices him checking his phone much more often than usual.
also, announcement! I am currently planning on having a few pieces for kinktober! these pieces will/are currently planned to be released each wednesday of October, plus a bonus on halloween! below is what I have planned (in no particular order atm), and sneak peeks/some info for ones I already have brainstormed!
⟢ toge inumaki x reader
(brief) summary: toge noticed that getting high and watching him game really got you going. after the first time you cockwarm him during a night of online gaming, he sliiightly alters his entire pc setup to accommodate some.. additions to your cockwarming endeavors.
content (subject to additions): 18+ MDNI, characters are all in college and 21+; college!au, f!reader, gamer!toge, his technique doesn't translate via game comms in this fic bc I said so, smoking weed (toge and reader), unprotected sex (wrap it), bdsm, bondage, cockwarming, restraints/heavy restraining, metal bondage, gag, overstimulation, improper use of cursed speech, orgasm denial-esque/edging esque? (may include one/both of these more explicitly as I work)
⟢ sukuna x sukuna's gf!reader x sukuna's best friend!camboy!toji
brief idea summary: after losing a round of poker with an unusual bet, reader finds herself in front of not only her boyfriend, sukuna, and his best friend, toji, but also in front of toji's camera.
brief idea content (will likely have additions): 18+ MDNI, all characters involved are 21+; modern!au, f!reader, camboy!toji, recording/streaming, bdsm, bondage, rope bondage, suspension bondage, restraints/heavy restraining, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it), sex toys, anal hook, gag, vibrator, remote controlled vibrator, dildo, inflatable dildo, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation
⟢ college bf!yuji finds your stash of sex toys pt 3
part 1 | part 2
will be a continuation of this!
brief idea content (will have additions): 18+ MDNI, all characters involved are 21+; modern!au, college!au, sex toys, vibrator, dildo, butt plug, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it), oral (f! and m!receiving)
⟢ jcc!nagumo, jcc!sakamoto, and jcc!uzuki x reader
inspired from a fanart; reader is the friend in place of rion in this fic and uzuki had more casual experiences with the three as well.
brief idea summary: f!reader, likely drinking, nagumo teases uzuki about being assumedly inexperienced. when reader starts egging on nagumo, a jokingly made suggestion leads to purposeful actions, with nagumo and reader roping in sakamoto to show uzuki how it's really done.
brief idea content (will have additions): 18+ MDNI, all characters involved are 21+; threesome (nagumo x reader x sakamoto), foursome, oral (f! and m!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it), cuck!uzuki? (for some/most? tbd), voyeurism, exhibitionism
⟢ geto x reader
not much to this one just yet, but:
brief idea summary: voice kink. that's it. that's the summary. be ready.
brief idea contents (will have additions): 18+ MDNI, all characters involved are 21+; voice kink, sensory deprivation (blindfold, slight restraining), slight bondage, edging, fingering, orgasm denial, oral (m!receiving)
Hey guyssssss seems I need to pioneer the niche of reader who’s into ARGs and the like. I wanna make a jjk smau for it but unsure if I should make it various characters and one ref per or one character for all of them! Channels recs are pulled from will mainly be Night Mind and Nexpo, if we’re getting specific I’d likely include Petscop, Catastrophe Crow, Local 58, and the Tulpa Effect (prolly more I’d have to go back and check!)
TLDR I like weird shit and want to incorporate it and was wondering if we wanted a variety smau or a solo smau (but the char would have more!)
summary: you join Slur's group and end up forming a quick bond with Gaku.
content: f!reader, gamer!reader (specifically Fortnite), in-universe, fluff, pre-relationship, gradual feelings, nothing is really obvious in this one fr (I guess), may build more on this universe tbd, maybe ooc Gaku but man do I adore him so I simply don't care
You had joined the team a few months back, not as a fighter, but on the tech and logistics side of things - weapon repairs, recon, collecting intel, and other things along that vein. In your past, you had easily fallen into video games as a hobby, utilizing your skillset for a more casual and fun activity.
Kashima was the one to bring you for introductions to the others, sliding open the warehouse door and allowing you to step inside first. You hadn't brought much along, the contents of your bag consisting of a simple few changes of clothes and some personal items, but one thing you refused to part with over the years was your Xbox console. Kashima directed you to a secluded area to drop your belongings, and then lead you over to where the group usually occupied.
You were met with a single individual, a silver haired man lounging back on a beaten up couch.
"This is.. everyone?" you asked hesitantly, glancing around slightly. When the deer headed man said group, was it wrong for you to expect more than one other person?
"The others should be back soon, I just figured they would have already returned by now," Kashima replied, stepping up next to you to survey the area before him. "Gaku, can you please introduce yourself to our new recruit?"
"Name's Gaku. But, seems Kashima beat me to it," the man on the couch said monotonously. You couldn't quite see what he was holding from where you were standing, but whatever it was seemed to hold his attention well.
"Y/N," you replied, offering a smile and a nod in Gaku's direction, despite the man not turning to greet you. He offered a measured hum of acknowledgment in response.
"Gaku, please, can you show her around? I know it's just the warehouse, but I want her to feel comfortable," Kashima pleaded with him, voice starting to take a more authoritative edge.
"Alright, alright. Lemme finish this game and then I will," Gaku said.
At the mention of a game, you felt your excitement pique.
"Oh, you game?" you asked him, voice slipping into an excited tone.
"When does he not," Kashima said under his breath, backing away and leaving you to your own devices in the presence of the man in front of you.
Gaku only hums in response, and you rock back and forth on your feet for a few moments while getting a better look at the inside of the warehouse, now your new living quarters. When your eyes drift back to him, you realized he likely hadn't even glanced your way still. You tried to lean to get a view of what he was playing, or even what he was playing on, but when your movements proved futile, you finally spoke up.
"Would you mind if I sat and watched you?" you asked, the question coming out sounding much meeker than you had planned.
"Yeah, sure," Gaku replied, maintaining his same tone.
He didn't make any effort to shift his body as you made your way over, still sat back into the worn couch, legs spread and outstretched in front of him. You settled down onto the cushion next to him, having to virtually lean into him to see the screen of what you now know to be a Switch.
You had tucked your legs underneath of your body, settling back into the couch similar to how Gaku was. Your knees ended up pressed lightly onto the side of his thigh due to how he was sitting, this being the only way for you to actually be able to watch the screen.
When he felt your legs brush against his, Gaku glanced over at you from the corner of his eye, taking in your person for the first time since you had walked into the warehouse. It was a brief look, and his attention was quickly brought back to his game.
"What game is this?" you asked softly, making sure not to disturb him or take him out of his gaming zone.
"Resident Evil," he replied simply. You nodded in response, adding in a slight hm as acknowledgment.
After a few more moments, and after glancing around the room one more time, your attention returned to Gaku and his game.
"Do you guys have a TV here?" you asked.
Gaku scoffed in response, adding on, "Nah. And good luck getting the boss to get you one. He's already on my ass for gaming, I doubt he'd want to bring in shit for movies."
"Oh, no, I was just hoping there would be a place to hook up my Xbox. Maybe I can get Kashima to go out with me, at least look for a trash one."
Gaku's gaze glanced back over to your figure, spending slightly more time catologuing your appearance.
She games?, he thought to himself. You didn't necessarily look the part, but once that thought crossed his mind, he realized there wasn't really a specific look. He thinks back to when he overheard Kashima telling Uzuki about you, their new recruit, and how, despite not fighting, you were top notch at the technical and logistical side of things. Gaku supposes it tracks.
"I'll go with you," he claimed definitively, leaving no room for opposition. "Finish this, show you around, go look for a TV." Gaku listed off the tasks as if he were writing down his to-do list.
Your eyes widened, face turning up to watch his side profile as he continued to focus on his game.
"You'd really do that?" you asked incredulously. You had just met him today, and from first impression, he didn't seem like the kind of person to go out of his way to help people that were basically strangers to him.
"You can't game if you don't have one, right?" Gaku asked, as if it was obvious.
"Oh," you replied, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Gaku hums. "I'd probably go crazy here without my games. Wouldn't wish that on anyone, except maybe the old man," he said.
You turned your gaze to the side of his face, tilting your head slightly in confusion at the last of his sentence. Gaku didn't give you any further context, attention remaining on the screen in front of him. His expression didn't even shift in the slightest.
True to his word, once he finished his game, he showed you around the various spaces they had formed around the warehouse before leading you back outside and to his bike.
Gaku slings his leg over first, balancing the bike underneath of him. He jerks his head, motioning for you to stop standing next to it and to get on the seat behind him. Once you do, he starts pedaling, taking the both of you to a more secluded shopping area, only consisting of a few sketchy looking stores. He stops behind the corner of one of the buildings.
"Stay here and, uh, watch the bike, I guess. I'll be right back," Gaku said, giving you no more information than that before turning around to walk around the building while you just sat there, balancing the bike, watching him leave in disbelief, but not dislike, at his bluntness.
When he returns, he is, indeed, carrying a television; nothing incredibly fancy, but a decent size despite being a bit bulkier than the newer models. It has an HDMI port and a working power cord, so it's good enough for your Xbox in the warehouse.
Gaku watched your eyes brighten and your posture straighten as you watched him return to you with the desired electronics, and it warmed something deep inside of him to see someone so excited about something he's doing for them.
"Gaku, you're incredible," you gush, arms extending to collect the TV from where he was holding it out - you were to hold securely onto the new treasure while he biked the both of you back to the warehouse. Gaku simply shrugged in response, as if to say that it wasn't a problem.
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Three months later, the friendship between you and Gaku was easy. You clicked very quickly due to your shared love of gaming, and you were both impressed with the other's strengths in your fields, you recognizing his adept fighting ability and Gaku impressed with your technical skills. When you both had downtime, your favorite pastime is simply being in each other's company while you play your respective games.
Over those three months, Gaku has come to realize that what he feels for you is at least not the same familial connection he feels for the others from Al-Kamar; he feels an almost need to be near you when the two of you are both in the warehouse. When you aren't both there, it's usually Gaku the one who isn't, being out and about and fighting, since most of your own work can be done from inside the warehouse. At that point, he finds that his thoughts consist of something usually along the line of, 'how can I get this done fastest so I can go and hang out with Y/N.'
When Gaku notices the pattern, he realizes that you're special to him in a different way, and makes an effort to cherish your time together more, especially considering his line of work. Therefore, he almost ensures that your shared time at the warehouse is primarily spent together.
The usual scene would begin when you had finished up any work you had for the day, making your way over to the couch to boot up your console, TV sat on a low table in front of you - the same TV Gaku had helped you procure when you first joined the group. You would sit nestled in the corner of the couch, leaning your weight against your arm that was angled into the arm rest. Your feet were usually pulled underneath you, and if not, they were instead curled to the side of you.
Gaku would typically join later: if he had been out fighting or training, he'd arrive back at the warehouse, look over at you immersed in your game once he walking through the door, then beeline to the shower for a quick rinse before meeting you on the couch. Otherwise, he'd sleep until early afternoon, stumbling out of his 'room' groggily first thing - stretching one arm while rubbing his eyes with the other and yawning - to see where you were and grabbing his Switch with eyes half closed once he confirmed you were sat in (what he mentally deems as) your corner of the couch. Gaku's positions varied, both by what he was doing beforehand and just generally by how he's feeling, but he'd primarily either be pressed entirely into your side, sitting upright with his legs stretched out in front of him, or he'd lay with his back on the couch while he rested his head against the side of your legs or in your lap. Regardless, it was always with his Switch in hand.
The two of you would just sit there in each other's presence while playing your respective games, you running round after round of Fortnite while he replayed Resident Evil or some other boss-level based game on his handheld. Sometimes, after he beats a boss level, Gaku spends a few moments watching you, occasionally your gameplay but usually he's observing your expressions as you game.
Gaku would notice the way you scrunched your eyebrows together when you were focused on running after another player, or the way you'd move your body slightly, one way or another, while immersed in a match, your brain combining game and reality into one and making you think moving your physical body would translate onto the screen. Gaku found it endearing to see you as passionate as he is, even more so with it being a shared passion. He'd chuckle to himself when you let out a squeal if someone snuck up on you, feeling his chest warm as he caught himself thinking just how cute you were (but he'd never show it, at least not yet).
Kashima and Uzuki were both surprised at first at the fact that neither of you, but Gaku specifically, never seemed to notice when they lingered behind the couch, knowingly watching the two of you interact. However, once they truly saw how comfortable and relaxed he seemed around you, they didn't question his inability to sense them - they knew on the field, Gaku would maintain his survival instincts, but here - in the warehouse, with you - they watched him allow himself vulnerability and comfort, in his own way.
a/n: I feel like I've read every single piece of Gaku content so it seemed it was time to take matters into my own hands tehe 😈 I also intend on writing stoner!reader x stoner!gaku at some point! Also, since I plan to be writing for these boys as well (gaku, nagumo, shin, mayhaps shishiba and natsuki), I'll be adding a section to my taglist (tracked quests from pinned post!), so lmk if you'd like to be added!
HEYYY! So i absolutely LOVE your Toge and Yuta threesome fic and I NEED PART 2 LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDSSSS ON IT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOUUU🙏🙏
hi!! i couldn't think of a way to make a part two of the original drabble specifically, so i just wrote a totally separate fic with the three of y'all haha hope you still enjoy it!!
𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ
a camping trip gone wrong ends up in an aphrodisiac-filled pleasure fest with your two best friends toge inumaki and yuta okkotsu
warnings ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, love some friendly banter, comical at first and then it gets hot as FUCK, threesome, oral (m&f), squirting, cum eating, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart), yuta's kind of rough oop, munch!toge highkey, ass slapping, nipple play, overstimulation, deep throating lowkey, face fucking, 69, backshots, hair grabbing, choking, toge being a man of few yet strong words as per usual, i think that's it ??
wc ⋆.˚ 2k
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
“we should go on a camping trip,” you suggest, swallowing your bite of udon, “i think it’d be fun.”
toge lifts his brow at you and yuta looks horrified.
“camping?” yuta repeats, slowly, “yeah, no thanks. sleeping with bugs and dirt sounds like hell.”
you snort. “c’mon yu, quit being a wimp."
“i am not a wimp!" he scoffs.
you roll your eyes playfully, then look at toge. “what do you think?”
“hmm,” he thinks, going over every possible scenario in his head– what could go wrong and what could go right. “okay.”
yuta groans, “i feel betrayed.”
“no one’s forcing you to go,” you say, “but it would be a lot more fun with the three of us.”
eventually, yuta agrees to join you and toge– begrudgingly, of course– but he’d try for his two best friends.
“how do you even–” snap. yuta sighs, staring at the now damaged tent pole in his hands. “i think i just broke it.”
he, in fact, did break the pole. and there was no back up.
you squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“hey!” he protests. “i may hate the idea of sleeping outside, but it was an accident!”
“fine, fine,” you coo, “i believe you.” you stare at the ruined tent, trying to think. “now what? we’re three hours outside of town and it’s getting late.”
toge points to a sign far off in the distance. “hotel?”
the three of you blink as you pull into the parking lot not too much later, red rising to your cheeks.
“a… love hotel?” you gulp.
“and in the middle of fucking nowhere? yeah, definitely not sketchy at all…” yuta says sarcastically.
you sigh in defeat. “well, what other choice do we have? it’s the only place for miles and i’m fucking starving.” you drag your feet towards the entrance, “they better have superb room service.”
the three of you are pleasantly surprised when you step into the building; it’s actually really nice inside.
you try to ignore the assuming looks from the clerk as you check-in, scurrying away as quickly as possible once she handed you the room key. you could practically feel her thoughts in your head with how much her gaze was burning into the back of your skull as you three walked towards the elevator.
the room is fucking beautiful. you almost forgot where you were, glancing around in awe at the decor and the pretty flower petals scattered along the bed.
“i guess a lot of campers come here after their trips?” you joke, plopping yourself onto the mattress. “holy fuck, this is so soft,” you moan, curling into the sheets.
yuta’s cock unwillingly twitches in his sweatpants. toge’s throat tightens. fuck.
and you’re still completely oblivious to their reactions as the rest of the night goes on, groaning satisfactorily from the food you ordered.
“jesus, this is incredible,” you exclaim, rolling your eyes blissfully.
yuta and toge eat slowly, silently shooting each other knowing looks throughout the meal. they’re trying so fucking hard to ignore the tent growing in their pants– pun intended.
they’re grateful for the brief period of relief they’re granted when you step away to shower, though thinking about what you’ll look like afterwards was counteracting their self-control.
you don’t even realize the switch within you; it just happens, and don’t sense it’s happening, either, believing everything to be normal.
you stumble out of the bathroom, towel loosely caging your body as you giggle uncontrollably. your cheeks are deeply flushed, and your cunt is throbbing. your eyes finally meet those of your best friends whom are currently staring back at you with their jaw slack.
you notice something different about them. “are you guys hot?” you ask, “why are your cheeks so red?”
“i could ask you the same thing,” yuta answers, swallowing hard, “am i gonna have to deal with an icy shower in the morning?”
toge’s erection is so strained and leaky as he shoves the blanket down further into his lap, hoping somehow the pressure eases the ache.
but nothing’s working. you all feel so incredibly needy that you can’t think straight.
what the hell happened?
toge quickly reaches to grab the menu that is still sitting on the bed, flipping through the pages frantically.
“still hungry?” you tease.
and then he sees it. the bolognese dish the three of you shared. written in the fine print: contains aphrodisiacs. his eyes grow wide and look between you and yuta before huffing out a “fuck.”
yuta glances over his shoulder, gulping once he sees what toge is concerned about. “uh, y/n?” he calls you cautiously. “did you… read everything before you ordered food earlier?”
“what for?” you question. your towel slips just enough that the friction of your hardened nipples against the material is the only thing still keeping it in place and your body covered. “bolognese is the same everywhere, isn’t it?”
“yeah, well, not here.”
you furrow your brows. “what?”
toge swallows. “aphrodisiacs,” his voice is quiet, somewhat raspy. “infused with aphrodisiacs.”
your lips part in shock, and only then do you realize how much sense it makes, considering you are in a love hotel, and just how fucking screwed you are.
you stare blankly for a moment. “well,” you breathe, “fuck.”
yeah, you definitely were about to get screwed.
your towel drops to the floor instantaneously whilst toge and yuta rip off their clothing and throw it carelessly off to the side. your eyes are hungry, tongue thirsting for their taste, as you hastily shuffle over towards them. the three of you are like wild animals as you pounce on one another. yuta grabs your hips firmly and forces you onto his lap, lips impatiently sliding all over your neck along with his hands on your torso. he cups your breasts and squeezes, humming against your throat. you groan from the feeling of his touch and his hard cock pulsing against your dripping folds.
toge’s standing up behind you now, wrapping his arms around the front of your waist to reach your clit. his teeth sink into your neck as he coats his warm, dainty fingers with your sticky slick.
“you’re soaked,” he thrums against your skin, “feels so good.”
yuta kisses you sloppily, whining into your mouth from the pressure of your folds pressing against his length, desperately needing to be inside of your wet hole.
“fuck,” he huffs, “need to fuck you, please,” he drops his head and sucks hard on the fat of your breasts before bringing your nipples into his mouth. “wanna feel this pretty pussy.”
“god, y–yeah,” you moan, “put it in, yu. fuck me.”
he doesn’t need to be asked twice. toge steps back for a moment to allow yuta to slip inside of you, positioning you atop the mattress on all fours. toge slides underneath of your body, gripping your hips as his tongue laps into your folds, cock twitching just inches away from your face.
“it’s so pretty, toge,” you gasp, fingers teasing the base of his creamy cock, “fuck, you’re so hard.”
“more,” he groans into your cunt and your body jolts, sending yuta’s cock deeper into your stomach. you cry out and toge continues, “touch me more.”
you take all of him into your mouth, instantly choking on him as yuta keeps an unforgiving pace, the impact of his body against yours forcing toge’s length to slide in and out of your mouth without you even having to try.
“fuck, look at you,” yuta growls, gripping your hair and assisting you even further with sucking on toge’s pretty cock. he pulses against your walls with each filthy squelch of your tongue and your sticky arousal engulfing him inside of you. “so messy, aren’t you?” he sends a harsh slap to your ass and you cry, toge releasing the loudest moan– honestly, it's the loudest you’ve ever heard him– as the rough ridges of your tongue drag across his vein and slit so precisely.
“oh, fuck!” he gasps, nails digging into your hips as he begins to piston up into your wet mouth desperately, “g–gonna–,” he can barely get out a word, eyes rolling violently as your pretty hums and slurps along his thick cock send him into overdrive. “shit, shit–” he curses “gonna fill you,” hissing as you glide across his tip with your teeth, causing the coil in his stomach to finally snap. “take it,” his throat cracks, hot ropes of milky cum stuffing your mouth full to the brim, “fucking take it.”
you struggle to swallow all of his cum, the sticky substance dripping down your chin as you begin to scream uncontrollably, yuta’s cock buried so deep inside of you that you forget how to function and toge’s tongue working on your sex like it’s his fucking job.
“holy fuck,” you sob, fingers curling into the sheets, eyes watering from the intense pleasure. “i–it’s– i can’t–” you try to breathe, but it’s nearly impossible when their skilled bodies are stealing the air right out of your lungs with each brutal claim of your cunt, “fuck– i’m coming!” you finally cry, toge cupping your clit with his puffy, cherry lips like he’d die if he let you go, yuta jerking your head up by your hair to arch you back further and feel you deeper.
“let go, baby,” yuta coos, “let me see that pretty cunt squirt all over my cock.”
you whimper, legs shaking violently as your sweet juices soak his length, spilling out of the sides and reaching toge’s mouth. he moans into your folds, slurping up every drop you’ve gifted him.
“so sweet,” he mutters, kitten-licking your bundle of nerves.
yuta’s not slowing down, one hand moving to wrap around your throat as he destroys your cunt like he’s trying to send you into ruin.
“yu–yuta,” you choke, biting your lip from the overwhelming bliss. “it’s– so–”
“you can take it, sweetheart,” he assures, “keep squeezing my cock and make me come.”
toge’s still tasting you, now assisting you to slide your greedy cunt along yuta’s cock to help him come undone. yuta’s breaths begin to lose stability, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as his tongue slips along the divets. you’re whining, ungodly sounds escaping your throat with each merciless touch.
“fuck,” yuta growls, “s-so close.” you lift a hand up to grab his wrist around your throat for leverage. “wanna fill you up,” he grunts, “you gonna let me?”
“let him,” toge’s voice is demanding as he sucks on your clit. you choke out a groan, hot tears burning your eyes from the bliss. “swallow his cum.”
yuta sends you one final, deep thrust as he lets out a loud wail, moaning into the nape of your neck as he spills his hot seed into your battered cunt, whimpering every time your walls clench around him to pump him dry completely.
“shit,” he huffs, laughing elated, “you’re so goddamn perfect.”
toge drinks up the residue of your releases like a starved man, groaning and living for the way your body withers against him pathetically from the overstimulation. he lets you go with a pop, licking his lips satisfied. “proud of you,” he hums, kissing along your thighs gently before he slips away from beneath you to sit up onto his knees. “you’re incredible.”
yuta collapses forward onto the bed, pulling you down on top of him. toge slips beside you two a moment later, the three of you pressed together and calming from the intense sex.
“we should definitely talk about this– us– in the morning,” you insist, yawning shortly after as you drift off.
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a/n: hubby and I started sakamoto days a bit ago and I'm obsessed with nagumo now. felt like I def had a better grasp on the jjk men with this subject but it was fun nonetheless.
→ likes to watch some but won't ever truly admit it. would rather maintain his nonchalant front.
→ his preference is baking competition shows. will always make comments about the desserts and how they could be 'better' (and it's just him suggesting horrendous amounts of strawberry icing).
╰› cake wars, the great british baking show: explained above. when a theme or whatever is announced, gin immediately starts brainstorming aloud about what he'd create if he was participating, usually feigning ignorance regarding the restrictions that the judges just explained.
╰› the bachelorette, ex on the beach: guilty pleasure of shitty reality tv. for the first, he likes to critique the women for all but throwing themselves at this man they've just read or heard about. 'what can be so good about just some guy?'. for the second, he enjoys the how absolutely messy it can get. still says simple things like 'obviously they were going to bring his ex, he kept going on about how they couldn't' while still being surprised himself at some things.
→ would watch stretched out on the couch, posture suggesting there was nothing else on and that he settled for this; secretly he blocked off the hour to couch rot with the drama taking place worlds away. would scratch his head/ass or pick his nose to further feign disinterest.
→ would try to play the 'disinterested' bit so hard he actually falls asleep watching a catch-up or rerun marathon every once in a while, having been so invested he just fell asleep mid-episode.
→ watches reality tv just like he watches illegal fights. if it's a good one he almost gets off on the chaos and drama.
→ prefers dating shows/competitions. this one doesn't really need much explanation, the girls fighting and causing drama would get him and his sadistic, psychoanalystic tendencies all riled up.
╰› the bachelorette, are you the one, etc: just thinks the cattiness is funny. he thrives watching women fight over something he deems insignificant - 'look at them, getting all worked up over nothing~'.
╰› (early) real housewives, og jersey shore, etc: shows during the kind of 'peak' reality tv time period are a special gem to okita, for different reasons. with real housewives and the like, he got to watch milfs bicker with each other over nonissues. with og jersey shore and the like, they were still severely lenient on the type of content they let fly, so he loved watching what ensued with close quarters, hard drugs, parties, and televised fist fights.
→ roots at the tv while watching as if it were a sports game. if words start getting heated, okita's cheering for the messiest participant involved, bonus points if hands start getting thrown.
→ if he found out hijikata watched the same shows, okita would tease him in front of everyone, all the time. if hijikata tried to flip it on him, okita would have a 'reasonable' answer as to why he was watching it. if hijikata tried to circle back and say that's why he was watching it too, okita would claim he's only saying that since he (okita) said it first, and that he (hijikata) is just trying to save face.
→ secretly sets aside time in his schedule for self care - face masks, puzzles, and this also includes reality tv.
→ likes cooking competition shows, as well as any sort of handiwork/craftsman competition shows.
╰› chopped, cutthroat kitchen, masterchef: always mumbling under his breath that mayo could've been more involved and that it would've taken the participant's dish to a new level.
╰› those shows where they like. smelt swords: he likes watching handheld weapons be made. gives him a rush of something masculine that makes him feel like he could do that, too. once he's stopped watching it, he no longer thinks that anymore (maybe really deep down tho).
→ if anyone else is nearby, he is absolutely not looking straight at the screen if one of these is on. matter of fact, he'd be the first one to rush to grab the remote and change it if someone asked if he was watching it in order to ask to change it.
→ during the times he's blocked off in his schedule for ~me time~, he's in his pjs with a blanket wrapped around him, sitting in the floor in front of the tv. he'd get attached to participants each season of a show and be upset when that season ended/a new one began. cue him then becoming attached to those participants …..
a/n: sorry this was entirely going to be out yesterday and then I discovered tumblr hates nested lists. tried to mess around with the html and subsequently crashed out, so enjoy it first thing this morning. gintama installment (should be) out later today
→ this man is a reality tv connoisseur. he's a bit indulgent in anything messy that he can invest in without actually being involved.
→ into all show types, but heavy on the mainstream/funny ones.
╰› the big names like the bachelorette, love island, love is blind, etc: watches since he sees it all over his timelines and loves the drama and messiness. also wanted to be involved in the discourse, so he makes sure to keep up to date on the new episodes.
╰› big brother, the circle: always commenting on how he would be able to guess who's a catfish/what are lies and who is telling them. (tbd if this is factual or him just flaunting, but he's sure of it either way.)
╰› are you the one, too hot to handle, ex on the beach: messy. won't elaborate further.
╰› is it cake, cake boss, cake wars: he also loves the sweet baking shows, competition or not. stems from his adoration of sweets; he likes to see how they're made/the work put into them.
╰› jersey shore, (early) vanderpump rules: gojo is no stranger to reality tv and has been watching it for a while now. he definitely watched the og jersey shore and vanderpump rules when it was airing (while he had meg, more on this further down).
→ acts as if everything done on the show is done to him personally: 'I can't believe they'd do this to me!', 'how could she leave him?'
→ mentions couples/participants in any show as if he knows them; parasocial king.
→ hosts watch parties and goes all out for them, sometimes as far as planning not only themed food/drinks but also games (everyone rolls their eyes, but he still somehow manages to convince everyone to go along with everything)
→ most reality tv for him would fall under the 'guilty pleasure' category; he doesn't necessarily enjoy people knowing that he watches it sometimes.
→ primarily into game and cooking competition shows, but watches a select few dating shows as a very guilty pleasure (he'd take that to his death bed if he could. doesn't freak if people know but keeps it pretty locked down).
╰› big brother, survivor: similar to gojo, geto would be analyzing everything that happens and claim he could manage it all better. aside from the typical skewed masculine perspective, he does enjoy the strategy aspect of games like this one and likes to discuss the pros/cons of plays made by competitors.
╰› chopped, master chef, top chef: he enjoys the genuine display of talent that these shows provide. likes to use tips that some of the cooks mention using when he cooks in his own kitchen. kind of treats these shows as competition-style lectures/master classes.
╰› the bachelor: he secretly enjoys judging the women. not anything crazy, but if any of them act over-the-top/like a red flag, he'll find himself mumbling something along the lines of how do you expect to do/say that on national television trying to find love and still expect to find love?
→ watches with a smug/cocky grin/look on his face as if he's too good for this and is just giving them the benefit of his viewership; sipping wine as if he's the megamind behind all the scheming in the show.
→ only ever speaks up to say something both thoughtful and maybe even slightly backhanded about one of the participants/contestants.
→ hums pensively when something interesting but questionable happens, as if he wants someone to ask how he would do it better.
→ indifferent as to how he is viewed if people know he watches reality tv, it's just not information he shares in general so not many people know.
→ likes shows that he can deem 'not an entire waste of viewing time' - survival/skill as well as cooking competition shows is what he mainly watches of reality tv.
╰› special forces: watches and likes to think all manly about how he, too, would be able to compete in this show. he's built as hell so there's not really many doubts there, but he and his temper would have to coexist with others, so who's to say which would win out. either way, he likes to watch strong people doing tough things.
╰› hell's kitchen, the great british bake off: the first one I feel like is pretty self explanatory. he likes the high energy and high pressure situations, likes to see the competitors crack under said pressure, and is definitely on record saying that 'gordon ramsay could've gone a bit harder on that person'. the second, however, is one he pretends to watch reluctantly; in reality, he likes all of the average, everyday people that compete on the show, and enjoys that they usually have very specific and unique hacks and tricks for getting things done in the kitchen, baking-wise.
→ watches with a sneer whenever something happens that he doesn't agree with, whether it be a play from a contestant or a decision from a judge.
→ spends some evenings solo just watching like hell's kitchen, sprawled back on his huge couch, one arm stretched along the back of it behind him, beer in hand. these nights he's even prone to jumping up and yelling at the tv, as if it were a sports match or the contestants could hear him through the tv.
→ this man watches anything and everything, reality tv included. he can enjoy just about anything playing on a screen, but it definitely helps if it makes him laugh or gives him inspiration for a goal to reach.
→ because of this, yuji would really enjoy reruns of older or classic game or competition shows for the humor aspect, but would also enjoy the more physical/athletic competition shows.
╰› america's funniest home videos: we all understand, I don't think elaboration is needed.
╰› wipeout, american ninja warrior: the former shows the athletic aspect and adds in humor with how it plays out. the latter is more serious, showing the training and work put into the outcome of each competitor. watches ninja warrior (literally) on the edge of the couch seat.
→ like I mentioned: he watches these shows on the literal edge of his seat, leaning forward as if it's the most nerve wracking thing he's watched as of late.
→ laughs at 20+ year old home videos and turns and asks his company stuff like 'omg did you see that?!'
→ watches the athletic comp shows with a look of adoration and is already scheming on how to change his training schedule in order to incorporate a move or piece of equipment he saw used on the show.
→ will almost refuse to admit he watches any reality tv, let alone that he even feels a sliver of enjoyment while doing so. may deep down wish that that wasn't the case, but megumi feels like he has a persona to uphold and unfortunately the two don't mesh.
→ secret guilty pleasure: late 2000s/early 2010s 'peak of reality tv' era shows. he's drawn to the raw, messy energy of the unscripted realness from these early reality shows.
╰› og jersey shore, vanderpump rules: first exposed to these when he was young with gojo, who would have them on on the tv, giving his own two cents as if he was being asked about it himself. megumi would have similar commentary inside of his head while watching them after being around gojo doing it for so long. while gojo felt vanderpump lost some of its initial sparkle after so long, megumi still secretly watched on even when gojo drifted away from it. he felt attached/invested, having started watching it at such a young age/through developmental years.
╰› honestly I'm also pretty convinced he'd secretly watch all the jersey shore spinoff shows as well.
→ while megumi doesn't go out of his way to watch these shows with others/keep right up with them (despite never being able to admit he still wouldn't let himself get too far behind), yuji would rope him into watching more of what he liked with him.
→ when yuji walked in on megumi watching vanderpump rules of his own volition, he got so excited and started watching more with megumi; now they always watch it together.
→ would actively hope and pray that gojo never found out he actually enjoyed watching shows like this.
→ thinks it's funny to be interested in the drama; mans has been claimed a troll already so it'd be especially fun for him to watch with other people who he can joke with/on about it.
→ judgemental as hell and therefore primarily enjoys style competition shows, but also likes a good dating show.
╰› ru paul's drag race, america's next top model: would have the wildest takes on both shows, on everything from contestants to guest judges to judge decisions to outfits to dances to meltdowns. toge says something so out of left field that everyone looks at him sideways with a dropped jaw, and he just sits there smug and shrugs. he ends up being right/making sense before too long and everyone is just impressed by how well he called it.
╰› love island, are you the one: the second mainly since it's so much messier, but he just thinks it's funny to watch people try and navigate finding and fallling in love in what may be the worst way to actually go about it if you genuinely want to find a connection.
→ with his onigiri language, his commentary can be taken a few different ways most times. toge lowkey revels in the confusion and chaos of everyone trying to guess which couple or outfit he just dissed.
→ actively and genuinely dislikes fan favorites and instead prefers and roots for those deemed villainous on any show. if someone is causing chaos just for the fun of it in the villa, he's campaigning for them as if his life depends on it. villains deserve to find their one true love too, don't they?
→ plays both sides of discourse online with burner/anon accounts. sometimes even starts his own rumors about cast members/participants just to see what ensues from it or if it goes viral.
summary: soulmates develop matching marks on their skin.
content: modern!au? (it's at least not set in universe), f!reader, reader is a server, toji's lip scar is important here but it's not explicitly mentioned how he got it, gambling/drinking/suggestive content (18+). maybe ooc but i live life with fun and whimsy
wc: 2.3k
part of the i'll find you in every universe series
for soulmate marks, the mark isn't initially determined from birth: throughout the growth of a child, as they go through various injuries or physical traumas, some will be deemed by fate as 'important enough' to then be used as the mark for the respective pair of soulmates. whichever child of the pair first goes through an event that both leaves a permanent physical mark as well as being considered enough by the universe, that mark will be the mark that signifies two people are meant to be together. for the individual that experiences the event themselves, the mark will continue to be seen as a scar or whatever the normal healed mark looks like. for the other, the mark will develop soon after, creating a matching area where the skin tone is then either lighter or darker than the rest of their skin, depending on both placement and individual.
when you were around 10 years old, a section of your skin started darkening, a line running against the right corner of your mouth. at the first appearance of it, and as it continued to form over a period of a couple of weeks, the sight had your heart racing - the first sign of your soulmate. however, as you grew older, you started to harbor less-than-excited feelings regarding it. some of your friends found out they were each other's soulmates by seeing the matching marks, but you were continuously let down by not meeting a single person who shared the sharp mark that occupied part of your face. when you hit high school, you would hear the occasional whispered comment about your strange soulmate mark, leading you to start covering it with makeup, keeping it to yourself.
at the very least, it would allow you to be the one to find your soulmate, not the other way around, and you liked the idea of having the control and certainty over the situation.
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after completing all of your schooling, it was time to enter the world of the working, and you shuffle between various waitress and serving jobs for the immediately following few years. eventually, you're recommended for and then offered a job at a higher end casino as a hostess, claiming you would make good pay and have the usual bar-type hostess responsibilities.
you graciously accepted the position, and your first few weeks there confirmed the mention of good pay. your main task was to, as expected, conduct yourself around the male clientele in a way that would financially benefit the business: be flirty, offer drinks and games, mention the bets the counter has running, and other usual sweet talking for this sort of establishment. sure, some of the men could be sleazy, but everyone knows not to try anything unwanted or to push any boundaries, lest they want to be taken care of by the large men in jackets emblazoned across the back with the word 'SECURITY'.
it's what you would consider a normal friday shift when you notice a man enter the front doors that you hadn't seen come in before. it's not necessarily anything out of the ordinary for a new patron to come along, seeing as there are a good amount of tourists that will stop in while they are in town, but a lot of the men you see come and go are at least somewhat regulars.
simply being new among the customers wasn't what caused you to focus on this specific man, however; the sight that caused you to almost drop your drink tray was the sharp line against the corner of his right cheek, visible to you when he turned his head slightly. your mark wasn't on display due to the makeup usually used to hide it, not wanting the other customers to stiff on tips in the case that they were so surface-level to where they viewed her as not conventionally attractive enough.
once you witnessed the man and the mark he was sporting along his cheek, you make your next rounds quicker than normal. you drop off the drinks currently on your tray, awaiting their recipients, and then make a round to collect any empty glasses you see in hands and on tables. once you've dropped those off back at the counter, you make your way over bet counter, eyes staying on the man you don't recognize.
you take in his stature and appearance as you approach the counter yourself: straight, dark hair that hung slightly over his stern yet laidback looking face. he was tall, with broad shoulders and a figure that looked as solid as a rock underneath the simply, dark ensemble he was sporting - dark jeans with a plain black button up, which was pulled tight over his toned biceps. he was leaned over the counter, elbows pressed into the wood while he kept his hands clasped in front of his chest, fingers dabbled with metal rings and wrist displaying a simple statement watch. his eyes were trained intently on the bets on the wall behind the counter, likely looking to get involved in at least a few before ordering a drink and then making his way around to the various game tables, as you sauntered over to his side.
as you stopped next to him at the counter, his mouth upturned into a slight smirk, eyes glancing at you from their corners.
"haven't seen you around in here before," you started sweetly, smiling at him from beside him. "could i get you a drink?"
he slowly turned to be facing you, taking in your look while his eyes threw a suggestive gleam your way.
"just new to the area, figured i'd see what all the talk's about," the man drawled, lazily smiling. "drink would be nice though, 'specially if it's coming from a sweet thing like you." he winked as he finished speaking.
you leaned sideways, placing yourself to lean against the bartop before looking up at him through your lashes with a slight warmth to your cheeks. "new to the area? sounds like you're at least staying nearby for a bit then?" you said, tone slightly searching.
he chuckles, the sound rumbling something deep in his chest, before giving small nods. "at least for a bit. nothing is set one way or another, just seeing where this place takes me from here." you could see him watching you as he spoke.
"hope you won't be a stranger then," you replied with a wink of your own, arm lifting to gently rest your hand against his forearm. "now, about that drink?"
"whiskey, neat," he said matter-of-factly, "something from the top."
"sure thing, handsome," you said, squeezing his arm before heading off to ask for his drink.
when you bring it back, you were holding only his drink, opting to forego the tray for the time being with the intention of being more personal. you noticed he had shifted slightly away from the bet counter, likely having placed what he was after while you were getting his drink. he was now facing the game floor, still loitering on the outskirts of the room, just observing the tables. he had also noticed you, posture straightening slightly and smirk growing as he watched you walk back over, eyes flitting down to see his drink in your dainty hands.
when you reached his side, he pulled one of his hands away from himself, opening his arm up towards you.
"here's your drink for you, mister-" you trailed off, hoping to get the man's name.
"fushiguro," he grumbles lowly. his arm slots behind you, hand grazing against the small of your back. the arm farthest from you reaches out to collect his drink, large figure leaning to tower over your smaller one. he places his mouth near your ear before continuing to speak. "but call me toji, doll," he breathes, warm breath sending a shock down your spine.
"will do, toji," you all but purred back. he hummed at your antics.
toji straighted back up but kept the hand behind you along your lower back. "say, sweets, what do i get the pleasure of calling you?" he asks, eyes watching you through a sideways glance as he raises the glass to take a swig of the dark liquor.
"y/n," you say with a sultry grin, eliciting another hum from his chest.
"well, y/n," he says, mimicking your previous tone, "you know anything about these table games? it's been a while since i've played any, but i'm sure a pretty thing like you picked up some things from serving here." you gaze watched him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "surely having a girl like you on my knee during them would bring me some luck, don't you think?"
you feigned thinking about the request, tapping your chin with your finger while giving a brief vocal hm. "i do believe you may have a point there, toji," you said, grinning up at him while he gazed down at you.
his hand squeezed your side as he leaned back down to you. "well, doll, sounds like it's a plan," he said before guiding you to a table.
throughout the night, toji keeps you sat on his knee, claiming that you're his good luck charm for the night - and honestly, it was starting to look like you were, unless he was entirely lying about not remembering game rules. toji keeps winning at the different tables, setting you on his lap and wrapping his arm to stabilize you by placing his hand on your hip. as he sips his drinks, you offer to go get new ones as you notice it getting low, and he graciously accepts every time.
you don't turn to watch, but you can feel his gaze on your ass when you strut away to the back to get him another drink, causing you to smile shyly when you remember that he's your soulmate.
toji keeps you as included as he can during the different games: he shows you which cards he's dealt, asks your confirmation about the move he's about to make (despite the fact he already seems to know it's the best play), and makes little jokes in your ear about either the dealer or another player.
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after a few hours of toji playing (and winning) the table games, he leads you back to the counter, cashing in his tokens as well as the bets he placed at the beginning of the night. he had motioned for you to sit in the barstool to the left of him, which meant he was stood to your right. after settling the conversation with the person taking care of all the money dealing, he turns to you, slotting himself against the side of your legs, leaving them closed out of courtesy of how short your dress was.
"any chance i'm able to buy you a drink? seeing as how you've spent the evening taking my drink orders," toji asks, gazing down into your eyes from where he stood before you, tone sounding slightly eager and wanting.
you giggle, ducking your head as you do, before meeting his gaze again. "well, that is my job."
he scoffed, turning his head to the side. he leaned back by your ear again before speaking. "you're telling me tonight was just for your paycheck? come on, doll, lemme buy you a drink."
your eyes shift between his two dark orbs before you cutely nod your head. "i'm off in just a few so i supposed it wouldn't hurt," you replied with a smile.
he nods definitively, raising his hand to flag down another server from behind the counter. toji asks for another whiskey for himself, telling the bartender after to also get one of whatever the pretty lady wants, before placing his card on the counter to signal closing his tab. the bartender nods, collecting the card and leaving to go fix your drinks and swipe at the register.
in your mind, you mull over how to address the connection the two of you share that toji is likely less than knowledgable on. he's since sat down on the stool next to you, but has kept one of his legs against the side of yours, leaving you to stay turned towards him.
you had your hands clasped together in your lap, eyes trained on them as a small smile bloomed on your face.
while still watching your hands, you spoke up and asked, "you know, toji, i have to let you know that none of tonight was for the paycheck, actually." you peeked through your lashes to gauge his reaction, seeing him give you a side glance accompanied by the start of a smirk.
"liked the view that much, huh, sweets?"
"yeah, something like that," you said with a quiet laugh, tilting your head to the side.
toji's look turned inquisitive, brows furrowing together in both confusion and curiousity. his eyes remained on you as you reached over the counter, grabbing both a napkin and a mini bottle of water. he watches as you continue your ministrations.
you open the water bottle, placing the napkin atop the opening and flipping them both quickly to effectively wet the napkin. toji keeps his watchful gaze on you from your right ride, watching you raise the wet towel to the side of your mouth and wipe. as he watched, he saw the foundation wash away, making way to display the mark along the side of your mouth - an exact match to the mark on his own mouth.
toji's eyes went wide, but in a sense of curiousity instead of uncertainty or shock - his eyes were sparkling while watching you, entirely absorbed in your actions.
"no wonder you were my lucky charm tonight," toji said, voice full of awe as his eyes scan over the features of your face.
"i didn't believe in soulmates, let alone that there'd be one for me - but here you are, angel. right in front of me, matching marks and all."
a/n: sorry again for the delay, wasn't originally sure where I wanted to go with this one but I'm soooo happy with how it turned out once I figured out the plot/setting I wanted!
where is my mind! ✶⋆.˚ toge inumaki x choice paralysis!reader
summary: toge helps reader out through a small bout of choice paralysis.
content: fluff, f!reader, mentally ill!reader (depression, anxiety, and adhd mentioned), in universe but reader is not a sorcerer, use of cursed speech
wc: 1.4k
a/n: this is self indulgent, and emotional/mental descriptions come from my own experiences. this deals with a much smaller/lighter choice paralysis situation. do not disregard/delegitimize simply because you happen to experience similar situations to a different/heavier degree <3
you had been dating toge for around three months now; you weren't a sorcerer, but you had met him while after he had exorcised a particular nuisance of a curse, offering to help get him patched up and taking meds. due to this, you at least knew the general idea of him as a sorcerer, cursed energy, and curses, and this also meant you knew about his cursed technique (and unique approach to language).
you had shared with toge earlier on about your anxiety and other mental illnesses - the adhd preventing productivity some days, which would cause spikes in your nerves and drops in your moods, creating a terrible feedback loop of anxiety, depression, and inattentiveness. toge listened intently during each conversation you shared regarding your mental health, always tucking away pieces of information that he could use to help you through those episodes later. he also made sure to take notice of various skills you had learned and incorporated to help accommodate yourself when in those episodes.
during one of those various conversations, toge had passed you a written inquiry: would you be comfortable with me using my technique if it could help you out in some way during your episodes?
your heart swelled when you read the question, smiling over at your boyfriend.
"toge, are you sure? i'm entirely trusting of you, even enough for you to use your technique on me. but won't it hurt you?" you respond.
"bonito flakes."
"if you really want to help during those times, i'd love it, but only if you won't hurt yourself doing it."
toge nods. "salmon," he says in response, letting you know he understands.
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since it was a saturday and toge didn't have any scheduled missions, he had texted you the night before about meeting up to spend the day together: the two of you would meet for lunch at a diner just off of his campus, go to the nearby park to have a nice walk and to feed peas and birdseed to the ducks and birds around the pond, and then finish your day by going to a video game store on the way back towards your apartment, where he would walk back to after your day together.
you had slept through your alarm, jerking out of your bed when you rolled over to check the time and realized you had lost half of the time you planned on using to get ready for your day spent with toge. you rushed to get ready, nerves already high compared to how they usually are when you start your day. on your way to the diner, you didn't notice a rock lodged in the crack of the sidewalk, causing you to trip and fall forward. not only did it scrape a tear into your pants, it also went as far as to slightly break the skin on your knee, putting you in an even worse mood.
the sight of your boyfriend, toge, standing outside of the diner caused you to internally let out a sigh of relief. he was leaned against the front wall, a bit down the building from the front door, eyes trained on his phone in front of him. as your footsteps grew closer, he glanced to his side to check who was approaching, and straightened up when he saw it was you. toge pocketed his phone, raising his hand in a wave as you approached him.
"hey baby," you breathed out with a small smile, immediately wrapping your arms around his midsection to bring you some comfort after your hectic morning.
toge wrapped his arms around you as well, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "mustard leaf?"
"just been a morning, i'll fill you in over food, i'm staaaarved," you said, dragging out the last sentence. he nodded in response, turning to walk you both into the restaurant, but leaving his arm wrapped around your waste.
with his eyes trained in front of him, he glanced down, noticing the tear in your pants. he stopped the two of you before the entrance, pointing down.
"tuna tuna?" he said, pointing to your knee.
"ugh," you said, sighing. "part of the morning. tripped and fell on the way here," you pouted, raising your leg to bring the tear into view. "and i really loved these pants, too."
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once in the diner and seated at a booth by the window, you and toge both started looking over the menu. once he had made his choice, you saw him pull out his phone, hearing yours chime a moment later: i think your pants look cooler like that, gives them character :)
you checked it once you heard it ping, since toge usually isn't on his phone when the two of you hang out unless he's messaging you or if it's something important with jujutsu. after reading the text, you looked back up at him, seeing him already watching you to wait on your reaction. you responded with a small smile and a thank you, ducking your head to go back to looking over the menu.
your waiter comes to collect drink orders, and toge's eyes dart over to you when, after the waiter asks if you needed longer with the menu, you reply with a hesitant, "yes, please," voice cracking in the middle of the words. the waiter nodded, heading back to where they came to prepare your drinks, leaving you to the inner turmoil in your mind regarding what you should pick to eat.
you knew what you usually got from diners similar to this one, but should you try something new this time? you also weren't sure if that would mean you pick something you end up disliking. not to mention that you and toge planned to be out all day, so you wanted to ensure it was something that would keep your energy up, but nothing too much that would make you want to curl up and nap.
toge kept an eye on your mannerisms after hearing how you sounded responding to the waiter. you hadn't explicitly disclosed that having to make certain choices, or making decisions at certain times, would cause your anxiety to spike; however, toge knew the signs of your anxiety flaring in general, and he had come to notice every once in a while that the symptoms would appear during decision-making. sometimes the choices were simple like this, just choosing what to eat, and sometimes it was something more related to if you wanted to go on a trip or stay in for the weekend.
regardless, toge started picking up on your common actions when you have an anxiety episode as you were looking at the menu: fidgeting with your hands under the table, biting your bottom lip and pulling it between your teeth, eyes darting around and seemingly unable to focus, as well as the pace of your breathing speeding up.
"tuna mayo?" you heard him ask, drawing your gaze up to his eyes. he glances between the menu and back up to you, his way of asking what you were getting. maybe he was connecting choice-making and the anxiety prematurely; maybe the anxiety habits were stemming from something else, but he figured this would help him get a gauge on the situation.
your inhale at the question was sharper than intended, and the exhale was wavering. "um, i haven't decided just yet," you said timidly, throat going tight at the end of the sentence, causing you to be done with your current piece of the conversation whether you were originally intending to or not.
"mustard leaf?"
"i'm okay, just a lot on my mind after everything this morning," you attempted to comfort him, letting out a halfhearted laugh to try and ease his own mind at the thought of yours racing.
toge watched you for a few more moments, and once he had decided that yeah, he's pretty sure it's the choice getting to her, he kept his eyes on your face and quietly instructed, "make a choice."
your mind immediately made itself up, causing your eyes to widen at the realization of what your boyfriend just did. your neck craned to look up him, only to find him already staring back at you, mouth hidden by his collar but you could see the slight, comforting smile he wore due to the small creases near the outer corners of his eyes. you returned a smile back, finding his hand under the table and squeezing, muttering a 'thank you' to him.
list of pieces I am working on and that will be coming out this week:
toji soulmate series (sorry for delay, will be posted by this evening)
gintoki soulmate series (again sorry for delay😭, will be posted by thursday)
jjk men watching reality tv with you (hcs, will include gojo, geto, sukuna, yuji, megumi, and toge; will queue to go live tomorrow)
gintama men watching reality tv with you (hcs, will include gin, okita, and hijikata; will queue to go live wednesday)
toge x reader with adhd who suffers from choice paralysis (self indulgent can you tell; will likely post this first, so sometime this afternoon!)
I plan to write Megumi's soulmate series piece to queue and have out when originally planned (this Saturday).
I ended up with more writer's block for Toji's soulmate piece, which really caused me to get hung up on what I got done. But I think I've worked past that and am feeling very motivated with these ideas now!
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How would you think Sougo will be if he’s in love with someone or has an s/o do you think he’ll let his guard down ?
EEEK first ever ask im blushing rn🤭🤭 AND its for sougo AND its this type of question ohhhhh i adore you (got insanely carried away while writing this can you tell I have a character preference HAHAHAHA)
(prefacing this with the fact that I have not made it to the gintama manga yet and have watched through s3 so far, so take this with as many grains of salt as you'd like):
I'm a big believer that his nonchalant sadistic exterior, while still him, is sort of a self-preservation tactic. From what I remember with his sister, he kinda hardened at the idea of a) 'losing' her to Hijikata and b) having her be in trouble/danger in any sense, esp with her health. Not to mention he had to grow up earlier and faster, which also didn't help him stay outwardly soft. Even seeing him interact with Mitsuba around the other shinsengumi, he doesn't seem embarrassed or put off by acting how he does and showing that he is soft and he does adore her.
So from that perspective, I think he'd be pretty similar to how we saw him acting with her when she came to visit (and I think this man deserves the world I will always hc him as a soft lover but he takes pride in that fact).
Sougo would show off his s/o like nobody's business, and he'd be so smug about it, too. If they were ever together around the shinsengumi/in public, he'd always be holding their hand, hand around their waist, and keeping a protective eye out. He'd be the type of bf to just subconsciously keep them on the inside of the street, refusing to let them open their own doors, etc.
He also takes pride in how he treats his s/o. I think I wrote some of this partially into the Sougo x stoner!reader I wrote a while back, but it still holds for any s/o he has. If his s/o likes how he rolls their blunts, he's fuckin rolling their blunts. In his mind, I feel like it's something along the lines of 'this is my boyfriend duty' type beat. Nothing he does/has to do for his s/o does he view as a chore or a burden; he does it because he loves them and wants to. (If nothing else he's just trying to show up Hijikata, like a I treat my s/o like they hung the moon and stars and everything in between and, not to say that Hijikata wouldn't but I just don't see him softening to this same degree, esp in public. Sougo doesn't view the softness/attentiveness as a weakness, he feels as if it's partially another way to prove he's better than other shinsengumi lmao, as well as reveling in the way that his s/o reacts to his softness/attentiveness).
Sougo would also pay a lot of attention to his s/o (what they say, what they enjoy, being in tune with their feelings, etc). If they're rambling about gossip that is entirely irrelevant to him, he ignores the relevancy and is contributing things to the convo like "you're kidding, did they really?", as well as silly creative little insults to add whenever his s/o is upset at a person. Maybe it's from him still being young/younger than other characters in the show, idk.
His humor seems to be pretty natural, and he adores it if his s/o thinks he's hilarious (I personally think bro is hilarious without trying, so I'm going from that approach). Sougo would have one of his usual funny interactions with Hijikata (where he's not trying to be funny, just trying to fuck with him), and his chest feels warm and full if he heard his s/o stifling giggles from the side. I hc that he's funnier when he tries to be (I feel like this is usual imo regarding people who are just naturally funny), for no other reason than I said I think that bc I just think so, so when it's just him and his s/o in private, he actually tries to be funny to make them smile/laugh, and he'll grin when they keel over laughing from something he said/did.
Sougo is def still insecure while in a relationship, between both his past experiences and then also being in the shinsengumi and knowing what danger comes with that. His mind will sometimes run wild with thoughts that he can't escape about what if something happens to them or what if something happens to him, how would they handle it, or even just what if they end up leaving because of the responsibilities and danger that comes with his job. I think if his s/o could see/get past his original walls in the first place to get him to even let them in/date, none of those would be actual issues/thoughts they would have, but it wouldn't stop the thoughts from creeping in late at night while he's wrapped around his s/o in bed. Sougo obviously would never outwardly express this, maybe not even show in the slightest that he's having these types of thoughts. But again, if they're dating in the first place, I think the s/o would have had to found his exterior admirable anyway, so luckily he wouldn't ever have a reason to really dwell on those thoughts in relation to the relationship/his s/o specifically.
Basically he'd worship the ground they walked on, primarily because he admired them, but also because he felt it gave him a leg up in the shinsengumi LMAO (Yamazaki would constantly be lowly mentioning how he's baffled that Sougo managed to get a s/o / a s/o like he has, but would also compliment how attentive and good Sougo is to his s/o idk I think Sougo likes the fact that people like how he treats his s/o if that makes sense). He'd be soft and caring, but it's even better because in his mind he feels like that's what he should just do - he doesn't view what he does for his s/o as something that has to be done or that he reluctantly has to do, he prides himself in doing these things.
(THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!!!! <3 <3)