HIIIIIIIIIIII :D i have come to give u a Kiss <3 and also to give a prompt 😈: gojo sitting on yuuji's lap (and it's Horny). what they do is up to u hehe. just. gojo on him <333
YOU ARE A GENIUS AND A VISIONARY AS PER USUAL
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"But Yuuujiii," Gojo-sensei whines, draping himself over Yuji's shoulders, "It's not fair! You're spending all your time and attention on food instead of me!"
"You're the one who asked for yakisoba, dumbass," Yuji replies fondly. "Should've gone for meatballs."
"Hmph." Gojo-sensei heaves a set-upon sigh and simply remains clinging to Yuji's back, watching him cook. The food is almost done, anyway; Yuji had most of this prepped and frozen in advance. The noodles are storebought because, as Yuji discovered on the first day, the student dorm kitchen is woefully ill-equipped for anything that requires more preparation than a pot of boiling water.
Within a very satisfying amount of time, the food is done, and Yuji dishes it out for himself, his yearmates, and his incredibly clingy teacher. Fushiguro and Kugisaki bolt their dinners and then flee the kitchen; Yuji almost wonders aloud what their problem is, until Gojo-sensei swings his leg over Yuji's lap and sits on him.
"Sensei," Yuji says flatly.
"Yuji," Gojo-sensei retorts primly, with a small pout.
"I'm hungry. Let me eat."
"I'm hungry too, though."
Yuji's face begins to burn with embarrassment. "Here?!" he hisses, mortified.
"Yeah. Here." Gojo-sensei bends down and presses soft kisses to Yuji's cheeks, forehead, nose, and the corner of his mouth. "Pleeeaase, Yuji?"
Well... it has been a few days. Yuji gulps, sets his bowl aside, and grips Gojo's hips with both hands. The man actually wriggles a little, the freak, getting comfortable. Yuji doesn't even want to try to stop the reluctant, adoring grin he can feel spreading across his face.
"You're so silly, sensei," he murmurs, slipping his hand into Gojo-sensei's pants. "It's your fault if anyone sees."
"I'll take the blame happily," Gojo-sensei purrs.
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"Do you think they're done yet?" Kugisaki asks, aggrieved.
Megumi grimaces. "Only one way to find out," he grumbles, and opens the kitchen door.
The answer, of course, is no. Itadori's still mostly clothed, but Gojo's naked as the day he was born, riding Itadori like his life depends on it. They're being weird about it, too, staring adoringly into each other's eyes as they fuck. Like they can't take their eyes off each other right now. Fucking freaks.
Megumi closes the door again. "Nope."
"Damn it," Kugisaki grumbles. "I really wanted cake."
“Cal” his name fell from your lips as you came undone under his mouth. If you had looked at the clock you would have known it had been midnight, but your focus was on him. You looked down at him, he was still fully dressed in the suit he’d worn for dinner. A devilish grin appeared on his face “That is one”. You chuckled “You know Cal, normal guys buy their girls a flower for each year or something like that.” He got up and placed himself between your knees “Well, you didn’t sign up for normal.”
(sorry for switching tenses and POV lmaO I’m not at all used to past tense or second person)
His yellow eyes smolder as they track down her torso and she shivers under his heavy gaze. “You signed up for me.”
She reaches for him then, drawing him down to lick the taste of herself out of his mouth, muffling his groan when she slides a hand down his front to grasp the bulge of his cock through his pants. “Remind me why?”
Eggy can you cook me up some animal hybrid goyuu with bunny Satoru and tiger Yuuji? If you go for writing a bit of your extremely delicious smut then i wanna state that who tops or bottoms doesn’t matter to me one bit, you are the best vers/switch goyuu writer i’ve ever seen, so every which way it goes will undoubtedly be glorious! 😘😘😘😘😘
*rubs my hands together gleefully* OOOOOOOO BELL YOU KNOW ME SO WELL ALREADY (also thank you so much I will cry later but for now, THEY!!!)
(also also how tf did this get so long)
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It's been quite a while since Satoru's felt a predator stalk him. He'd be wary, except that it's just Yuji. What a strange little kitten, that boy; he doesn't even seem to be aware of why he's stalking Satoru. It's actually the most adorable thing Satoru's ever experienced. Even when it makes his nose twitch and his ears rise, Satoru can't help finding Yuji's unwavering stare and slow approach cute.
He's only practicing. That has to be the reason. Yuji's just a cub yet, so he's practicing his hunting.
...maybe. He could also just want to eat Satoru.
No, that's just the rabbit-brain talking. Yuji's too sweet and gentle to eat a hare like Satoru, tiger or not.
"Hey, sensei?"
"Yeah?"
"One of those movies I watched yesterday--there was this one part that confused me, do you think you could explain it?"
"Sure, what movie?
Yuji doesn't actually say. He just turns on the TV, navigates to the exact chapter in the DVD menu, and skips forward a very precise amount of minutes.
Satoru freezes in place, watching a very well-directed sex scene where a wolf eats a sheep's ass. The sheep seems to enjoy it, because they're actors, but it's... certainly not what he'd expected Yuji to ask about.
"Ah," Satoru says, heart pounding. "Well. Obviously, it's a sex thing. But it's specifically about making anal sex easier."
"I thought predators couldn't have sex with prey, though," Yuji objects, frowning at the screen like a scholar studying an ancient artifact. "Something about incompatibility."
Satoru's ears immediately rise, quivering with tension. No, he wasn't imagining it; Yuji's heartbeat is definitely faster, and his scent spikes with arousal every time the sheep cries out in pleasure. God, he hates giving sex talks.
"Of course predators and prey can have sex," he snorts. "Interbreeding is rare, but the sex itself is pretty common. It's just that kids aren't as careful with their teeth and claws, so it's discouraged."
"Oh. Does it... actually feel good?"
"It can. Especially for people with prostates, it can feel really good. Takes practice, though."
"Makes sense."
They watch the rest of the scene together in silence. When it finishes, Yuji turns off the tv. He then turns his sweet yellow eyes on Satoru, and asks, "Can I try?"
"I mean, once you're out of this basement, sure," Satoru tells him. "Do you think Megumi will allow that?"
Yuji frowns, baffled. "Why would I ask Fushiguro?"
Satoru's nose twitches. "...Because he's your yearmate? And therefore a suitable age?"
"Oh!" Yuji's face clears, and he shakes his head. "No, I don't wanna fumble through my first time with Fushiguro. He's a virgin, too, so neither of us would learn much and we'd both be really embarrassed. No, can I try with you?"
Satoru's brain fizzles out for a moment. When it's back online, he notices that Yuji's a lot closer on the couch, and Satoru's own traitorous dick is showing distinct interest in the idea.
"Uh," he says. "Sure."
Great going, Satoru. Real fucking smooth.
But Yuji smiles, and even with the fangs it's the sweetest expression Satoru's ever been graced with, and Yuji's hands are so warm and gentle on him. Satoru's instincts are screaming at him to fight, to run, to struggle free--but he likes being touched like this. He likes lifting his hips so Yuji can pull off his pants and underwear. He likes settling with his back against the arm of the couch. He likes seeing Yuji kneeling between his legs, entranced by Satoru's cock.
He likes the first touch of hot, supple lips to his hole, and the slick tease of a tongue.
"Oh god," Satoru chokes out, clutching the couch cushions like a lifeline. "You--you really are shameless, aren't you?"
Yuji just hums contentedly, eyes half-closed as he laps gently at Satoru's hole. His tongue is ever so slightly rough, and the sensation sends hot bolts of lust through Satoru. He makes the mistake of wondering if Yuji's dick has texture and bites his lip to hold in a whimper. He mustn't. He mustn't start hoping for more. This--this is already dangerous. Yuji deserves a boy his age, who loves him, who doesn't have so much power over him.
But Satoru has always been a greedy, jealous man. The thought of Yuji blissful between another's thighs makes him want to kill something. His sweet, pretty kitten, panting harshly and touching his own dick, turned on just by Satoru's bared skin and vulnerability--no, he can't share this. He can't.
So he'll just have to keep Yuji for himself, keep his pretty kitty here in his warren, and let Yuji experiment on him to his heart's content.
"Sensei," Yuji slurs, pausing in his attentions. "Can... can I go deeper?"
It's been a very long time since Satoru's come from something as localized as this. He usually prefers being overwhelmed and touched all over. But Yuji's such a natural at licking, tasting, devouring--predators usually are, but not this young. Satoru actually weeps a little when he finally peaks, hole twitching weakly around Yuji's tongue. But now it's okay. He can rest.
"Whu--Yuji!"
Yuji looks up, puzzled, from feeding his cock into Satoru's spent body. "What?" he asks. "You said I could." Anxiety flashes across his face, then, and Yuji continues, "Did--did you not like it? Do you not want more?"
Satoru blinks hazily at him. There is a very obvious answer, blaring neon red in the back of his mind, but Yuji's cock is textured, and Satoru can already feel his body rebounding, eager for more. So he ignores the obvious and gives his honest answer instead: "Itadori Yuji you moron, I want you to fuck my brains out every day until I die."
Yuji grins, all sharp teeth and youthful delight, and dutifully begins to fuck Satoru's brains out.
Goyuu gets caught by [my first instinct is to say Yaga but you can pick someone else or multiple someones else if you prefer]
(Whether they get caught outright fucking, or canoodling, or whatever, I will also leave up to you :)
hnngggh the witness turned into Nanami but that's fine I hope u enjoy!!!! (also it got rather hurt/comfort u__u my apologies)
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Gojo looks practically hunted, which is a very new and intriguing look on his face, so Kento hovers in the shadow of the doorway and watches instead of announcing his presence.
Itadori has climbed onto Gojo's lap and secured his attention with both hands on his face. It's nearly a sort of lover's hold, but not even Gojo is unhinged enough to prey on a child. What exactly is Itadori hoping to achieve?
"Stop changing the subject," Itadori says, quiet but intense, almost frustrated. Kento can't see much of his face, but what he can see is tight. "Answer me straight, sensei. Did--did we have something? Or am I losing it?"
Scratch that, Gojo is unhinged enough. Maybe.
"I'm sorry," Gojo chokes out. Odd. He's never used that tone before. "Yuji, I'm sorry. You deserve better. I shouldn't have hurt you like--"
"Hurt me?" Itadori interrupts, incredulous now. "Sensei, it was kissing. And hand stuff, sure, but mostly kissing. That's not 'hurting' me. What hurts is that you won't do it anymore. So did we have something or were you just being nice to me?"
Gojo swallows hard. His hands have migrated to Itadori's waist. Kento isn't quite sure if he should interrupt or wait another moment.
"You're a kid," Gojo says weakly.
"Didn't stop you before," Itadori points out. Utterly ruthless, that boy. It will serve him well as a sorcerer, if Gojo doesn't break his heart too badly.
"I know. I know." Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, and that's when Kento realizes with a start that he's not wearing his blindfold--and Kento hadn't noticed. This tableaux is simply too strange and fascinating. The unveiled Six Eyes is the least alarming part.
"I really like you, sensei," Itadori says, his voice very small and tentative. "Do you like me? At all?"
Gojo sighs heavily. One hand moves up to cup Itadori's face, as Gojo opens his eyes, looking raw and honest like he hasn't since he was seventeen, and whispers, "Yeah. I like you a lot, Yuji. I'm just scared I'll hurt you."
Itadori laughs, but it's so breathless and small that Kento barely hears it. "You won't. You can't. Nothing you do or say will hurt me."
Kento winces at the despair that flashes across Gojo's face. Everyone with even a beginner's understanding of jujutsu knows that Gojo Satoru hurts everyone he gets close to. He doesn't even mean it, half the time. The universe gave him unfathomable power, and in return, he can't be vulnerable with anyone, in any way.
"Can I have a kiss now?"
And Gojo somehow melts, tender and devoted, leaning in even as he murmurs assent. Kento's eyebrows are as high as they can go, watching Itadori settle so comfortably on Gojo's lap, as they wind their arms around each other with the ease of long practice and... good god, they really are kissing, aren't they?
Kento clears his throat pointedly.
Itadori leaps off of Gojo like a startled cat, and they both start talking at once, contradictory explanations that fail to address their red faces, wet lips, and previous intimate seating arrangement. Kento sighs heavily and decides to let it go.
It's been far too long since Gojo has looked at someone with such deep and genuine affection. Kento won't be the one to take that from him.
Oh, oh! I have a suggestion for your assbox I mean Askbox Drabbles!! (also, no, I did not get distracted while looking for the original post)
I'm gonna be a little unhinged and request both Sukita and Goyuu (cause I'm a greedy bitch) - but you can decide whether it's/they're all lovingly smooshed together in the same drabble, or which pairing you'd prefer. As for the prompt - There were too many beds.
(I'm gonna hold myself back from saying anymore because I wanna see what that beautiful brain of yours comes up with)
Also - THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR AMAZING WORK WITH US!!!!
I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I AM. NOT PRODUCTIVE LATELY.
also idk if you wanted this horny or not but it kinda just. became two lonely boys who need other people?
AU with human!Sukuna, sukuita if you squint, and in a world where there's lots of sorcery students.
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It's not that he's scared of the dark, really. No matter what his senpai sneers at him, Yuji is not afraid of the dark.
It's just that... the dorms are so quiet, with so many students gone for the holidays. Somehow, everyone just... forgot that Yuji doesn't have anyone to go back to. Most of his fellow orphans at least had friends to take them in during break. But even Yuji's best friends hadn't offered. Nobara, Megumi, and Junpei had all just gone home without even asking Yuji about his plans.
So Yuji is spending the first night of the holidays pestering Sukuna-senpai, because the quiet and the emptiness make him feel untethered and unwanted.
"Why the fuck do you keep bothering me, you little brat?!" Sukuna snarls, wedged as far into the corner of the sofa as he can get, as Yuji continues to wriggle closer and closer until he can rest his head on the older boy's thigh.
"None of your business," Yuji retorts primly, and finally manages to get comfortably snuggled up to the one person he hates the most. "It's so fucking unfair, by the way. You can't be the beefiest dude at Jujutsu Tech and have the comfiest lap for napping."
Sukuna growls something unflattering under his breath and deliberately rests his elbow on Yuji's temple. "Fucking idiot. Stay quiet so I can concentrate on my book. Otherwise you're dead."
"Whatever, you old fart."
Yuji's not scared of the dark, really, he isn't.
He's scared of being alone in a long hall full of empty bedrooms, packed up and abandoned, whilst he lays in his own cold bed and tries not to notice how his breathing is the only sound throughout the dorm. He's scared of silence, stillness; the creeping sense that he's the only person alive on campus.
So he snuggles his senpai's leg and closes his eyes and relaxes, and pretends not to notice when Sukuna pulls a blanket over him and pets his hair.
"I don't like the quiet, either," Sukuna mumbles, and then Yuji's asleep, comfortable and secure in the knowledge that their mutual hatred remains a way to ignore how much they understand one another.
The cake sat resting on the counter of their now shared loft, decorated, and stuck with candles. How many, she’d long since lost count. The years passed and just as Jax said, it was easy to forget when all you had know was gone. Yet he had remained her constant through it all and she was determined to make it the best birthday yet. As he slipped quietly into the kitchen he wrapped his arms around her before glancing at the cake and laughing, “Just how old do you think I am?”
“Very old,” she said, pressing teasing, smacking kisses to his stubbled cheek. “Old as balls.”
“Thank you. Thank you for that,” he groused, rolling his eyes without any heat behind it. If anything, his mouth curved into a smile, impossibly fond. “Really. Means so much.”
She laughed and squeezed his forearm where it rested across her collarbone. “Go on, blow out your candles.”
Lyra coming back at ya with "gravity" and "blush". Do your worst.
@viola-cola hope you like it <3
GRAVITY / BLUSH
The sun blushed pink over the horizon, and then it came crashing down.
Where it sank into the ocean like a slowly deflating pool toy, the water churned gold, first, then red. It threw waves crested with burning foam in great, boiling arcs; when they bit off the coasts, the entire Midwest heard the swan song. Billions of voices raised as one in a single, suspended note that hung over the entire planet for a moment that stretched toward eternity and broke off at the middle. It crumpled and collapsed into the steaming void next to the Golden State Bridge. Lady Liberty washed up in Ohio a week later.
With nothing else to do, they strung together great rafts of candles. Tea lights, multi-toned Walmart specials with the scents piled atop one another like cakes, tapers like fingers extended toward an empty sky. They all went floating off into the freshly fallen night together, the masses held together with string and dental floss and thread and whatever else they could scrounge up. The people all stood gathered together at every edge of the abyss, and they watched the last lights disappear toward the sucking wound where the sun had settled.
Two weeks after gravity yanked the sun down, all the world's oceans blushed pink.
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still taking these! send a few words, and i'll spin off a little microfic
Dazai's been making it his business to catalogue Chuuya's less supernatural abilities for a while. Their partnership is new and awkward and Chuuya's not inclined to tell Dazai how best to use him, so when he's sent to back up a Black Lizard squad Dazai follows. Watches him move through enemies like dancing, beautiful. Deadly. Chuuya doesn't hold back at all as he breaks bodies and shatters bone with only his own unaugmented strength, and Dazai's stomach turns over. He tells himself it's disgust.
