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@luckyrunnybunny
Oh my fucking god bro he NEEDS to let me hit
i wanna just blow his back out or let him do that to me, bout to lick his piercings until that metal turns from cold to warm and then suck the sweat off his biceps and thick ahh man titties 😂😂😂😂😂 im so fucking hard for him
That's literally the finest man in jjk, give me two minutes with him and when i tell you he's bout to be buried 6 inches DEEP, youre never gonna get him out of me🤤✌️
When kashimo jorks it does he add little zaps of lightning in order to enhance the feeling till he busts? Chat let me cook🥹🫰
i actually feel so upset reading this cuz now im seeing the missed potential i could have done when i was writing my fic 😔
Second Choice
If you came across this post first, there's two previous parts you need to read for this to make sense!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
He didn't listen. No matter how much you begged, he simply turned his back. The confessions of love spilled from you, promises of being able to fill the void in him fell on deaf ears. You felt yourself drown in more helplessness.
Holding his face gently, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, shoving the fear in your heart down for his sake. A ''tch'' came from him in response, something about him muttering at you being too clingy.
''You won't die right?'' The words were whispered, half-hearted and forced, it was clear to him that you didn't want him to leave but his first priority, his entire reason for existing surrounded that man.
He knew you loved him but he loved the idea of being challenged more. He knew that the King of curses was the only one who could understand him, not you, what would you know about being alone? Only the strong could understand each-other and you said it yourself, you were weak. You wouldn't be what he craves, what he needs and so he turned on you. Seeing him stand tall and proud without you by his side broke your heart.
In a flash, he was gone, running towards his own doom with an eager look in his eye, he refused to live for anything more, seeing and seeking only the thrill and never the impact. You saw him on the screen, mania in all it's glory, taking the form of the most infuriately handsome man you had ever seen.
Sukuna stood there, a shit-eating grin on his face, a sight you couldn't stand to see, pride oozing off the man as if it was some sort of birth right. His true form just as hideous as the stories passed down had claimed. Kashimo had activated his technique, contorting into this hideous beast you weren't even certain was him anymore, his hair shaped into. He has three eyes and his body radiated electricity, the harsh sound crackling through the speakers, both men charged at each-other like animals, trading blows with murderous intent. Kashimo's body contorted in ways you weren't even certain any human should be able to do. He really was battle-hungry as he claimed.
Hajime had confided in Sukuna, telling him all about the emptiness he faced. Sukuna indulged in him, telling him the tale of a woman who claimed to love such a heartless beast such as himself.
''There was once a fool who preached to me about love.'' The disconnect from his own humanity was clear in his tone, he yammered on, taking jabs at said woman, insulting her for holding the false and exaggerated view in her mind.
''She would have been better suited to you or Gojo.'' The wording made Kashimo freeze as he remembered you, the one person who had said such words to him.
''I had one of my own.'' Sukuna tilted his head in curiousity.
''She also told me about love, she had said she loved me, even now she does. She promises that she can change me and my views, that there's more to life than pursuing strength, I don't believe her but I know she does.''
''Why are you here if you're simply going to lament over what could have been. You're strong. Aren't you here to fight me?'' The question snapped Kashimo back to reality, he was strong. The idea of grieving over what could have been was silly.
The fight continued, a higher sense of tension pumping through the atmosphere, you clamped your hands together in some sort of prayer to a divine figure you weren't even sure of. Kashimo was thrown back, his head went first, limbs falling off one by one. You couldn't even recognise the gruesome imagery, that was all of the man you love.
First Choice
If you came across this post first, there's two previous parts you need to read for this to make sense!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
''Hajime.'' Your voice called out, a pathetic attempt at reaching out to a man who never knew what that was.
''What is it?'' You knew it was selfish but wasn't he being selfish as well? You just wanted to protect him, albeit for the sake of having him. He didn't need protecting, you don't know what he needs, all you know is that you need him.
''Don't go.'' Everyone stared at you in shock. The atmosphere went quiet and he stared at you as if you had spat on him.
''What?"
''You'll die if you go against him, you know you will. There's no point.''
''There is a point and i'm going to fight him.''
Your hand refused to let go, tugging him to stay at your side, fingernails digging cresent shapes into the pale flesh.
''You're not the strongest anymore Kashimo. This is different to your era. Modern Jujutsu is stronger now.''
He cocked a brow, clearly not knowing what you were getting at.
''You finally have a second chance at life, to have something else to define you that isn't your strength, going out there, you'll only die.'' The words bled together under his stare.
''You're wasting your time biting off more than you can chew. Please Kashimo, just stay with me.'' You begged and pleaded, praying to whatever god out there that your words would reach him.
His eyes softened at the desperation within them, equal parts intrigued and concern. A fleeting hope had crossed your heart.
''You're not the strongest anymore. This isn't the Edo Period and this isn't your old life, stop clinging onto the past that made you miserable. Stay with me instead.'' You barely choked out the words, if he stayed quiet one more time, you were certain you would cry.
You kept talking, unsure if every word was drawing him in or pushing him away.
''You don't have to keep being lonely, I'm here and I may not understand you but I do love you.'' The words felt mocking to confess, a feeling deep within you to be ashamed of. The idea of falling in love with the only man selfish enough to pursue nothing but his own-self would have vexed you only a few months ago but you had got to see a side of him, aching and needy. He was nothing more than a lonely man given more power than the heavens should have deemed necessary.
Your hand stretched out, an act of mockery to his pride but a sign of love from your own. With a hesitant breath, he took it, a rough harsh grab like he didn't want to convince himself he was actually going to listen to you.
''I can't believe I'm listening to you drone on about this sappy bullshit, you better make it worth it for fucks sake.'' You giggled at his wording.
''You won't be lonely anymore Kashimo, you don't have to live the way you did. It'll be your second chance all over again.''
You gently kissed his eyelid, leading him back down to the chairs, waiting for this whole mess to end so that you could finally leave and be with him, for the rest of your time.
It was now Late July. Hakuto season was in full swing and the tree you had planted with Kashimo now held bountiful rewards for all your hard effort, Kashimo was unsurprisingly incompetent at majority of modern things, including plant husbandry. There was a lot to teach him.
His head laid on your lap with his eyes closed, feeling you still flick on the same pigtail hairstyle he had wore since the Culling games. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, you were peeling the peaches, extracting the delicate and sweet white flesh, occasionally hand-feeding him some pieces you found to be defective but still acceptable which he accepted shockingly.
He had always found majority of modern delicacies to be weird, gross or just straight garbage, only sticking with mainly traditional food such as rice or miso soup, a primary argument source between the two as you got significantly more irritated with his unwillingness to compromise on his cave-man dietary requests.
The peaceful look on his face had caught you off guard, nothing like the prideful and apathetic look he held when you first met. Your face flushed hot as you remembered what occurred on that faithful night, the event that made you spiral the way you did. Your attraction to him grew each day, remembering his hesitation and uncertainty, how he let you take the reigns without question, the way he trusted you enough to give you both what you wanted. You loved it and you wanted more.
Leaning down, you startled him awake by kissing his mouth gently, nipping at the bottom of it. He was quick to cradle your head in, leading and letting you in. It was slow and passionate in it's nature, two people attempting to enjoy the moment. He fought fast but he would never rush these moments with you.
Watching your hand disappear under his shirt with a needy whine, he stared at you.
''Want me again?''
You nodded, feeling the warmth of his body, one that you never wanted to let go.
A Lifetime Away
A/N: So there's two routes for this chapter. It's a sort of pick your ending kind of thing (maybe a tad bit lazy but i personally enjoy the idea of feeding both groups what they want). Idea inspired by my moot @milkpup!
Tags: Angst (route 2), Happy ending (route 1) , Reader is a tad bit greedy and selfish, Implied Sexual Content (route 1)
This will be a tad bit short since yknow it has two different routes so i apologise in advance!
SPOILERS FOR SHINJUKU SHOWDOWN! this fic does take place within the canon time-line so there is references to actual chapters.
December 24th 2018, Shinjuku
Monitors surrounded every inch of the building, the spectacle broadcasted for every human in Japan to see. The concept you found a bit sick but not one you were willing to open your mouth against.
By you stood Kashimo, who's arm you desperately clung to. The man hadn't even batted an eyelash at you, the idea of finally being able to fight the man who's strength he had longed to see sending thrills throughout his body and the concept that he would get to see this raw strength, highlighted and polished to it's prime without holding back only served to rile him up further.
The maniac look in his eye made your heart drop. You knew you were being selfish, his entire wish and the reason why you met him was all for this man and some part of you could never hide the anger you felt towards Sukuna, not only for being a monster but for being what you could never be to Kashimo. A source of admiration, one who's back always stood proud. Him and Gojo both, men of the same calibre with the same ideology, that they were always first, that being the strongest was their only identity.
You never had that privilege, of being certain of your strength, of who you were. You knew they were. You knew Kashimo was no different. You knew you were a coward. A coward who chose to heal and hide than ever risk herself and you wanted to drag him down with you. So long as it meant he would be safe, with you, you would be willing to destroy every dream he ever held. But you knew, you knew you'd always come second place to his belief, his ideology, his worth. What you felt didn't matter, they needed his help and he needed the fight.
Each passing second, your nails dug further and further into his bicep, to hopes of getting him to notice or at the very least question what you were doing but nothing. Nothing came.
His eyes darted across the screens, you could feel his pulse rise with each second that passed by. Whatever he was seeing, it only fueled his fantasy further. Both of them moved at speeds which you couldn't comprehend, flashes of purple, red and other colours lit up the screen.
The chatter from behind you grew louder, the previous vessel of Sukuna (a boy no older than 15, who's name you learnt was Yuji Itadori), they were discussing some sort of plan involving being Gojo's back-up in-case he failed. The thought of it made your heart drop, Kashimo's name had been thrown around quite a few times and the reality of it sunk in, they had planned to use him as an ally
Chats flooded with bets and predictions, each move made fluctuating your faith in Gojo to win. Your grip tightened once again, praying to God that for once Satoru could actually give you faith, amount to something beyond his talent and for the love of god, stop the man you loved from running into his death.
You stared at his face, trying to drink in every feature, afraid that you would never see it again. His face was calm, none of the previous mania from any other battle he had before, he didn't utter a word, just watched. You knew, you knew he was waiting for his turn, he was holding back, your best guess was to save energy.
''Why are you staring at me like that?'' His voice, quiet over the noise of the sorcerers. ''You look like you're grieving me already.''
Guilt pooled in your heart, he noticed, of course he did. Why wouldn't he? You looked at him as if he was already dead. You fixed your face up, a simple smile on your face.
''I'm not worried about you or anything, I'm just wondering what you're gonna do once you come back from fighting him!'' Your tone sounded forced, layered in a sickening amount of sweetness, he could practically taste it off your words.
''You really think I'm going to come back? Dumbass.'' Such a snide remark from him, you really did wonder why on earth you loved him of all people.
''I thought you just wanted to fight?'' Your voice trailed off, what was he getting at here?
''Yea, to the death. I want a fulfilling fight, not an easy one. That's why I even came here. And even if he doesn't kill me, my technique will.''
''Kashimo?''
''I died of old age yknow? It was sad and unfulfilling, I want a proper death this time. If I die, I want it to be at the hands of a strong opponent. He's the one for me. The only one who's worthy to kill me. I have to fight him. I have to.'' A declaration to no one but himself, a promise for only his benefit. He was going to die and he knew it, it didn't scare him one bit. That scared you, how he could look so accepting and even content of the thought of death so long as it was caused by one who he respected.
He hadn't taken his eyes off the screen once, watching and waiting intently, every minute that passed made you lose hope. Gojo's state was practically helpless, the state of him littered in gruesome scars. Sukuna was no better, both of them matching with their own individual burn marks.
The King of Curses stood heavily weakened, his face completely disfigured and hideous. You looked at Kashimo, holding silent hope that he'd fall, lose and die. Never to face Kashimo or take his life.
SLASH!
A heavy thud came. Turning your head towards the screen, the camera showed Gojo, no longer standing proud or victorious but rather on the floor or atleast his top half was. The man's once bright blue eyes had dulled, no signs of life within them, only peace.
''I'll never forget you for as long as I live.'' The only words you heard on the screen before you saw Hajime stand up, ready to leave.
You roughly grabbed his wrist.
''What the hell is it this time?'' He snarled. ''Can't you see I'm busy?''
''Don't go. Please.'' Your voice cracked
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Chapter 1
@ihatecustard
The thing about Naoya fans, haters and people in between or not, that I often see is how they only water him down as a misogynist.
Being a misogynist is bad, but Naoya isn't only just that. He looks down on nearly everybody. Those he doesn't look down on, Toji and Gojo, he still doesn't respect as people. But as symbols of power.
That's the thing about Naoya.
People wonder why he is so hated (as if he's the only character who gets hate) even though there are other characters like Sukuna, Kenjaku, Geto and so on who has done worse things.
One, because Naoya is the type of guy we see every single day. He's the guy we will most likely run into at the grocery store or see as a politician.
The type of guy who feels entitled, doesn't respect anyone who he sees below him no matter how much worth they hold, arrogant, whiny and so on.
Naoya isn't just a misogynist. He's an all-around prick.
He doesn't just look down on women. He looks down on his own brothers. Barely batted a lash learning that his own father, Naobito who is also a prick, died. He looks down on everybody and anybody, I say.
Two, I would also chalk it up to Naoya not being an interesting character to some people. We really didn't learn much about Naoya beyond what we know. He's written as another obstacle for Maki after Naobito dies.
That doesn't mean Naoya isn't interesting to everyone in the fandom, let alone is hated.
It's like with the other characters I mentioned. They're also hated to some degree by the fandom just as they do have their fans.
That's the thing I don't get about some people. They act like it's wrong for other characters but their own favorite character to have fans. They make it seem like, since he's the topic, Naoya doesn't have fans of his own. In fact, since the anime, I have seen more people become fans of Naoya. They also act as if other characters don't have their haters.
Like, I have seen people hate on Kenjaku, Geto and Sukuna way before Naoya even became a topic. Heck, Mahito I feel gets more hate than Naoya (but he also has his fans).
Again, though, I feel that Naoya is watered down by the fandom to just a misogynist.
For some people, I feel it makes it easier to hate him because misogyny is a real issue. For others, it's also something for them to look pass because they don't see misogyny all that seriously. To them, it's the "less offense" because it's just "oh, you hate women".
In turn, that dismisses that misogyny doesn't just affect women but everyone. And ignores Naoya's other terrible traits.
trying my best to finish the pt 2 to my fic and then it hits me that i got like 5 others due, damn. i fucking hate being only motivated at like 3 in the morning
kashimo's got insane breeding potential but thats a topic yall not ready to discuss or handle at the moment
we're gonna put this on the table and circle back when he gets animated dont worry
Shock of a New Feeling
Summary: You meet Hajime Kashimo, a reincarnated sorcerer from the Edo period, renowned for his strength and unique cursed energy, you meet the odd man through an attempted fight (which you lose) and he insists that there's only one way he could spare your life
A/N: Finally learnt how to get a gradient, and a banner in place. Holy shit am i slow, i will update my naoya and sasori fic someday. VIRGIN KASHIMO IS CANON PEOPLE!!!! (i severely doubt the strongest sorcerer of the edo period ever got pussy tbh)
Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Violence mentioned ( Hajime's previous fights), Explicit sexual content, Kashimo x Reader, Consent is slightly confused (just for a bit though), Reader hates their life, Reader hates themselves and dislikes the decisions they've made in the first half only, Unrequited Yearning (from reader) this behaviour goes completely unnoticed by Kashimo.
Toyko No.2 Colony. The sky as bleak could be, not a single star painting the black void. You wandered through the streets. The lack of noise , once something you would have found comforting now ate away at your ears, the only sound you find is your own heart-beat and soon that too made you restless. The streets used to bustle with city life, flashing signs and chatty people, all eating, drinking, buying, selling, talking, arguing. All humans with hobbies and hates and not a single one to be found anymore, all signs of chatter stopped, like this place was never inhabited anyways. You missed all of it, even the dickhead people who used to shove you, you'd do anything to be reasonably irritated even for a minute. That hope seemed all but wishful thinking now, only a memory from a life-time away.
The repetitive motion of walking was all you did now, taking your legs to wonder from there to there, turning yourself back and forth until your legs gave out. Your knees ached and your feet throbbed in pain. You kept going, kept walking until you no longer could. Your energy felt drained and your body begged for rest as the drowsiness dropped on your eyes. Finding yourself at a stream, you finally gave up and your body slumped down, completely lax in a way that felt forced like a dropped doll more than anything. You stared up at the sky, wanting to blame something, anything, for why it turned out like this. Why were you stuck in this shitty colony, why weren't you let go? Why couldn't you be strong like the rest? What good did it ever do for you to stay here? You felt angry, angry that the gods had cursed you to this place, you had done no wrong and you were getting punished, how was that ever fair? A wail of despair left your tongue as you thrashed on the grass, pulling out it's tufts in anger. You were tired, so so tired. You don't know why you did that, it only felt worse. Curling your body, you closed your eyes, ready to let slumber take you. One deep breath in became two, your chest heaving with every one you took.
You still couldn't sleep, something felt off. Your head shot up, the air smelt like....ozone? No, something smelt of ozone, your head whipped around, finding the source of the scent. You were no good with anything but your nose was sensitive. There, on the top of the hill stood a young man, no older than you with the oddest sense of fashion you had ever seen. His hair was wild, a bright cyan blue, paired with two parted cylinder-esque buns on his head. His bangs were just as bad and you began to wonder if the man had ever heard of the object called a brush. He held a staff, red with gold spheres on each end. His outfit was a matching white top and bottom two-piece, both bagging and scrunched, his forearms were rolled up, revealing bandages and the same for his calves. The most striking part about him was his eyes, there was nothing distinct about it's shape but they were just as bright as his hair and what really got you was the two lightning bolt like marks under each eye. He was handsome, just a bit weird. You looked up at the man, waiting for his next move when the realisation hit you, he was looking at you.
You froze, the man didn't seem particularly hostile but you learnt not to trust anyone.
''Kogane.'' He said, his voice oddly appeasing to hear if it wasn't for the fact that he was a Culling Game Player. You were definitely fucked now.
''Check if that's a player.'' The little shit had popped up next to him and snitched! You wanted to strangle that dumb bone thing more than anything. He began to descend, slowly approaching.
You had half of a mind to just beg for him to spare your life but he didn't swing so you thought he wanted something.
''Are you strong?'' He finally asked. Was that it? As tempted as you were to tell the bastard to take one look at your state and assume if he thought you knew what you were doing, you decided best not to risk it and shut up instead. You shook your head.
''Figures.'' He huffed out, first meeting and you already thought his attitude stunk, you stood up and were about to turn your back when his voice stopped you yet again.
''Do you know where Sukuna is?'' Your body froze, turning around to see him, you violently grabbed the man by his shoulders.
''Are you mad? Why on earth would you ever wanna see the king of curses?'' You practically screamed at the poor man. His eyes narrowed in offence at you.
''I want to fight him.'' He stated it, as if that was common sense and not a death sentence, you wish you could have slapped it out of him.
''You're going to die you idiot! You're just a sorcerer and he's a king for crying out loud!'' His expression didn't change.
''I know that, now do you know where he is or not?'' The man was at the very least suicidal and wanted to go out in the most painful way possible.
''Why on earth would i wanna know the location of the Anti-Christ for? And why would i tell you even if I did?''
''I'm strong, I can handle it.'' Your jaw dropped, this man was bewildering to say the least, he was about as odd as it could get.
''Just who do you think you are?!'' You almost shook him, hoping that the action would knock some sense into that thick skull of his.
''First, get your hands off of me and Second, my name's Hajime Kashimo.'' Your face froze. You had heard tales of the reincarnated sorcerer, he was the only person with his sort of cursed energy, it was lightning, that explained the odd sulfur like smell from his staff. He had killed over 40 sorcerers and acquired 200 points.
He saw your face and knew that you recognized him.
''Fight me.'' You shook your head so fast you thought your neck might snap, he huffed in disappointment.
''What the fuck can you do then?'' Rude but you understood his frustration, his whole thing was fighting, obviously he wasn't happy with talking to it.
''I can use RCT.'' That got his attention.
''On others or just on yourself?'' You're not sure where this train of thought was going but you followed along.
''Both.'' Now that really got his attention.
''Show me.'' Before you could ask, he held up a finger of his and broke it. The action didn't even make the man wince, your brain felt like it was being scrambled and fried just by being with him.
''Why the fuck would you-'' He cut you off.
''Do it. Now.'' You sighed, it was either this or death by how many volts his cursed energy had and you weren't willing to find out. So you listened.
He watched the bone snap back into place and the flesh heal, all the blood was gone and not a single bruise was left on his finger. He inspected with with morbid curiosity, poking and prodding at the poor thing as if it held answers he wanted. You tried to get him to stop, to warn him that the flesh was sensitive and that he shouldn't do it but he ignored you regardless.
After a few seconds, he looked at you.
''I need to find Sukuna but in order to so, I could use a healer, come with me.''
You didn't want to push it but why would you go ahead with a weird electric guy for?
''And what do i get in return?''
''I won't add you to my point count, that's what. Say something stupid again and i'll go through with it.''
Well maybe shutting up was the best plan after all.
It had been a while since you made that deal with Kashimo. You would mainly just wait around after his fights to check for his wounds. This time he wasn't really banged up so you two just decided to wonder for a bit. To your surprise, the man was fairly easy-going, some might even say enjoyable if he wasn't so obsessed with the concept of just fighting 24/7. Whenever you tried to introduce him to a new piece of modern society, he would stare at you as if you had lost the plot. Constantly reminiscing about the Edo Period, he told you tales of when life used to be ''simpler'', in his words, telling you of the strength sorcerers held back then, how compared to now, they were a real challenge even if he did defeat them in the end. He grumbled at just about anything, food, phones, even the way how cities looked. Lack of colour, barely any clothes or food worth wanting, the man was a bitch at anything modern. His young look threw off the way how he would speak as if he was an old man (in which he actually was).
It was night, the both of you stopped over at a park where you spent the last 2 hours talking with him, telling him all about your life. Although it would never be just as exciting as his, you spilled everything. Truth is, you never wanted to be in the world of jujutsu, you were a horrible fighter and you never wanted to master any kind of sorcerercy. He stared at you as if you were missing out.
''What's your cursed technique?'' He asked.
''Don't have one, so it was either reverse cursed technique or shadow style and the one i picked was one that could get me protected and off the battle field.''
''What about you?'' He saw him fight, his cursed energy was unique and he would imbue it into his stuff (The Nyoi Staff as he called it) but there was nothing unique about it, mainly just weapon combat.
''Never used it, I want to use it against Sukuna.'' He muttered
''You're still on about that?!'' A slight bickerment ensued, you kept trying to hold the man back from basically killing himself.
''All that shot at a second life and you want it to throw it away? For what?'' You thought he was a moron. A strong one but an idiot nonetheless.
''It's the only reason why I even agreed to this, I just wanted to fight him.'' He shrugged it off.
''Do you have nothing to live for?'' What a sad lonely existence it must be to be strong, you saw it. Saw how his eyes misted over, how he refused to look at you.
''Strength is all I have and strength is all I'm worth. Anything else is how a loser thinks.'' His reasoning was so simple, so absolute, you could see he genuinely believed it.
''Do you not have friends, or a lover? Did no one ever love you?'' He stared at you , offended at your wording.
''What good would that have done? It only distracts you. To be strong is to be alone and unrivalled. Love has no meaning.'' Your heart ached for him, for a second you saw a man, unsure of himself or what to do. You wanted to reach out. For the first time in ages, you had a wish, a want and he was right in-front of you.
''Kashimo.'' Hearing his name reached his attention. He turned over to you with a simple ''hm?''.
Your hand reached out for his chin, pulling his face closer to yours. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, his eyes shot up in confusion. Pushing you away for a bit, you followed after regardless. The second time, he let you. Grabbing his hand, you made him wrap around your waist while you straddled him. Pulling back, you could see the confusion on his face.
''Have you never done this before?'' He shook his head.
''I never had a lover back then.'' The wording was a bit romantic and to your surprise, you found that you didn't mind one bit. It was almost sweet how he said it.
''You still a virgin?'' He nodded again and then turned the question over to you. You shook your head, you had only done it a few times before but according to you, that was plenty of practice.
''Open your mouth Kashimo.'' He did as you asked, watching how you leaned down to kiss him once again, this time your tongue went in. The contact felt wet and so hot in his mouth. He cradled the back of your head, bringing you in closer. His inexperience shined through as his tongue lazily moved around yours, sliding more like a surf-board than anything. You had never expected to be a sex-mentor towards your patient.
Giving his shoulder a rough few taps, he pulled off to question you.
''What are you doing?'' Irritation barely seeped through.
''Hajime, you're doing it awfully.'' Your dead-pan evaluation almost made the man throw you off in anger. You offered to lead him instead.
''Let me show you instead.'' The uncertainty in his head nearly clouded his faith in your judgement, how could he trust the words of someone who couldn't even use a cursed tool properly? But your tone, stripped him all of his vices, luring him into a sense where he felt, for once, he should let fate decide instead of his strength. Doing as he was told, he laid on his back, watching your hands slip underneath his shirt with a lewd enthusiasm.
Your hand traced his lower abdomen, noting how the faint lines of his abs dipped into the v line below his pants. His breaths grew heavy and loud, your senses overcrowded by his very existence. His scent and breath was all you could hear and smell and his body took every inch of your sight, the realisation shooting a throb of pleasure into your pussy. You wanted nothing more than to just have him, even for one night, to show him something better than risking his life for thrills. Some part of you thought that maybe, just maybe, being like this could convince him to find something worth in him than his strength, that and the selfish desire to indulge yourself in a handsome man.
Your hand slipped under his trousers, his breath caught in his throat, something akin to a whine slipping out. Your hand found his member, already half hard and leaking precum. Pulling it out of his trousers, your thumb swiped over the tip, stroking his cock with his cum as lube. He threw his head back in pleasure. Kashimo, truth be told, never had a lover and consequently had never lost his virginity, majority of the experiences you had given him were new ones but this was one he would have never expected.
''Hajime, ever had a blow-job before?'' He looked down at you, a what now?
''What the fuck is that? I told you, I'm not used to modern talk.'' You winced at his reaction, there really was no proper or old way (as far as you knew) to really describe the term. You sighed, there was A LOT you had to teach Kashimo, in and out of the bedroom apparently.
''Why don't i just show you instead?'' A noise of disapproval came from him.
''Then do it already.''
Your mouth lowered itself near his tip, his eyes widened as you blew a breath on it, the motion running a shiver through his body. Your warm wet mouth encased him, the feeling reminiscent of heaven to the man. His hand shot up into your hair, guiding your head so he could thrust himself in deeper. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth as you made room for him to fit in, the slurping noises echoed through the park. He had never been one for people and yet seeing you on your knees for him was a sight he found so incredibly erotic.
You refused to let up your movement, grinding yourself against the ground as you pleasured him. Each moan was a reward to your ears, the reason why you even did this. He sounded so beautiful, compared to anyone you ever had. His noises were one of pure over-stimulation and first-time desire, none of the filthy grunts you were used to hearing over and over again. He yanked on your hair as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed with a grateful gulp, crawling up on his body to see his expression. His arm was slung over his eyes and his face completely flushed red.
''Kashimo..'' That tone was going to be the death of him, like some sort of sex life-sucking siren. He heaved, watching your fingers brush over his lips. You carefully brushed his bangs out his face, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Straddling him, you pulled your panties to the side, revealing your slick folds awaiting him. Slowly, you began to sink down on him, the girth of him filling you up completely. Kashimo let out a groan in response, the new-found pleasure almost shocking his senses and frying his nerves.
You rocked your hips as hard as you could, fucking yourself on his cock like a mad-woman. Tufts of his cyan hair clenched between the gaps of your fingers. His hands secured their spot around your waist. He watched in awe as you took from him and gave to him, seeing yourself so dedicated to the pleasure of both parties was almost enough to make him question his ideology in his lust-driven haze.
''O-Oh Hajime, I'm so close!'' He thrust up into you, driving you wild and more desperate for him. Just a little further, a little more and pure bliss would be waiting for you. The knot deep in you finally snapped and you could swear you saw stars dancing in your eyes, the climax making your whole body shudder. Hajime soon followed, emptying his load in you.
The both of you lay on the grass, you in his arms, he stared off into the night sky, seeing nothing but a single star twinkling so dimly.
''Look.'' He pointed. ''The sky's got a star in it, haven't seen those in so long.''
''Mhm, how was the view of the sky back then?'' He sighed.
''I never really looked at it back then, only when I became old did i find myself wondering at it aimlessly. It used to be so clear, the moon was a lot brighter and there was so much little dots, just everywhere you went, it was almost like the sky followed you.'' He rambled only a bit.
''But a star's out now, if it was bright enough to cut through the light pollution, only makes you wonder how it would have shone if it was in your period.''
''Special stars huh?'' Your voice trailed off, planting small kisses and bites across his neck, the both of you lay there, night-gazing.
But deep down, you knew you could never change a man like that. He had a goal and that was Sukuna, you were only a happy distraction. You wondered what could have been if he just wasn't so strong, had he been weak like you.
You know he's going to die if he succeeds and every part of you fears it.
Tags: @milkpup!
Chapter 2
This despicable Naoya slander has to cease itself, i know for a fact he's gonna get slammed on when s4 drops and i'm not ready to see him get called a bitch boy again 💔💔
Kashimo is so fucking fine i want that man so goddamn bad
i hope his tip is a bit electric, imagine that lil buzz during it. I just know he smells of thunder and rainstorms.
Kashimo needs to be impregnated by me or impregnate me NOW.
I love him to bits and I can't wait for the sudden influx of fanart and love to come when his episodes drops. <3
Hot take: Naoya Zenin would NOT have been ‘goated’ if he were a woman.
Insane title, i know. but i said it because i believe it is true, and i have proof for why i’m right. (also, spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the new season of JJK)
I see a lot of people saying Naoya should’ve been a woman, and if he had he would’ve been ‘goated’ and a fandom favourite. personally, i disagree. (if you disagree with my stance that’s totally fine! to each their own, absolutely no hate from me.)
for one, Naoya is meant to represent the Zen’in clan’s ideals. he’s misogynistic, egotistical and believes that women are below him. he’s also (subjectively) attractive, alluding to the beauty of traditional values, while his personality and beliefs show the uglier side of traditional values. writing him as a woman is illogical. his place in the universe of JJK is personifying his clan’s values, which he wouldn’t have been able to do if he were a woman (or more specifically, a misandrist).
His death is a hell of a lot more significant than you’d think. when Naoya dies, it foreshadows the death of the Zenin clan’s misogyny under Fushiguro’s coming leader ship of the clan (with Maki’s help, of course!). this is a plot point a lot of people seem to have missed, oddly enough. again, if Naoya were a woman, his death (and the meaning behind it) would have meant nothing. Maki would’ve simply killed a woman, a misandrist, not some evil misogynist.
(sorry, i love overthinking things and looking at the meaning behind seemingly unimportant or grossly misinterpreted characters, like Naoya.)
see how it's not that hard to acknowledge that naoya does infact have perfect narrative and isnt just a misogynist and is meant to be more than that?
im looking at you tiktok jjk fans
LEARN TO READ PEOPLE
im not even playing when i say this, if they add shitty maki upscale one more FUCKING TIME and they decide to make curse naoya weak, mappa is genuinely gonna fucking blow up along with every single shitki fan that insist shes strong
yall ever try and read a fic and then it says use of y/n? idk it just like it completely turns off the entire writing for me
i feel like fics becoming a bit more mainstream is what ruined it, the mocking around it makes it so hard to separate, what was once an internet niche is a huge culture shitpost and it's actually ruined my view
Why are antis abusing the Naoya tag? You hate him but I just want to see fanart and fics not read Naoya fans should be shot alive (y'll need help)
I FUCKING HATE TOJI FUSHIGURO, I CANT STAND THAT MAN KILL HIM
also his fangirls are weirdos like how tf do you guys actually see that truck built bitch and say he's fine 💔💔
