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they/them - 18 i sometimes write and i sometimes only read others posts for months at a time....

[tarotoge]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. ⊹₊⋆ they/them ⊹₊⋆ 18 ⊹₊⋆ minors dni !!

⤷ rock, shoegaze, and metal lover ⊹₊⋆ i play games like r6, outlast, silent hill 2 & 3, and fortnite ⊹₊⋆ collector of a fuck ton manga and figurines ⊹₊⋆ taro enthusiast ⊹₊⋆

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[swxxtchxrrixs]

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

right so since i'm a greedy WHORE i've been thinking about yuta and toge sharing you. and!! AND!! with yuta's copying technique... oh boy

i just imagine the three of you sitting at a bar, having a laugh and a few drinks. you've been best friends for a long time, and honestly, you're all lowkey down bad for each other but just haven't admitted it yet.

you slowly start dropping little hints to each other throughout the evening. not too much, though. the next time you three hangout, a few more secrets are spilled. and so on.

one night, the three of you are in your apartment, cuddled on the couch together and watching some stupid comedy film you chose at random. at some point, the scene changes into a threesome situation, and though its comical given the movie's theme, it had the three of you thinking...

and suddenly remembering your drunk confessions of wanting each other.

you're all staring at one another, not saying anything, just flickering your gaze over each others bodies. you suddenly recognize how sculpted both yuta and toge are. they can't decide whether they want to stare at you lips, chest, or thighs.

you fumble with the remote to turn off the tv as toge's lips close in on yours, tongue sliding heatedly into your mouth. he lets out a hum of satisfaction right before you feel yuta pulling at your waistband.

now, you're moaning uncontrollably, yuta's tongue slurping at your cunt so filthily, and toge's sucking and biting on your nipples desperately as his hands run all along your torso.

you don't even remember when you got there, but now you're in the bedroom, breaking the bed, toge fucking you into oblivion whilst yuta fucks your mouth with his cock. he's whimpering, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other grips your hair.

your eyes are watering, body feeling so overwhelmingingly full and overstimulated that you're about to lose it.

"fuck, i-"

"don't come."

toge's voice is sharp and demanding. your body freezes, your orgasm leaving you in an instant- but it still feels like you're about to break.

he looks at yuta, watching how you take his cock so well, smirking as he then stares you dead in the eyes and directs his commanding whispers towards yuta, "fill her mouth."

yuta growls, spilling his seed down your throat, your eyes rolling as you take all of him proudly.

toge's still moving in and out of you with no intention of stopping, hands gripping your waist as he slams into your warm walls.

yuta shudders, slowly pulling himself out of you with a wicked grin, leaning down to kiss you hard and wet on the mouth before sitting back on his knees to watch you and toge.

his arms are crossed, face smug, parting his lips to speak. you gaze at him, eyes glassy as your body shifts along the bed from toge's ardent thrusts. you notice the cursed speech marks appearing on yuta's cheeks.

oh, fuck.

he licks his lips, watching you intensely, "come," he says, low and raspy.

your throat breaks, but before you can push over the edge, toge speaks again.

"stop."

you cry, body begging for release, eyes rolling, shaking violently as if you actually had come when you hadn't yet.

"so, that's what we're doing?" yuta chuckles, smirking at toge.

toge smiles darkly, nodding in agreement.

"p-please," you whine, unsure if you can take anymore. you were so fucking close.

the two of them look at you, eyes lowered and plotting. "no," they say in unison.

so, as you can imagine, they continued their game of cat and mouse, telling you to come, then telling you to stop repeatedly until they felt like you'd suffered enough.

when they finally let you have it, your scream nearly shattered the bedroom window, throat croaking and body squirming so aggressively you almost fell onto the floor.

"come."

"again."

"come."

"again."

you have no idea how many orgams you had, you lost track. all you knew is that you were utterly destroyed by the end of it.

...and you wanted to do it again.

[yversz]

✦ MY LOVE IS WIDER. . .

. . . wider than victoria lake

━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 乙骨憂太 : YUTA OKKOTSU

"yuta, I have work today..." you groaned in feigned annoyance but made no move to push him off, fingers tangled in his soft hair as you suppressed a small smile, the feeling of his lips tickling your skin. "just call in sick, love", your husband whispered as he continued peppering small kisses all over your neck, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin, "I'll do the same and we'll just stay in bed all day... I don't want to to be away from you yet.." it sounded like such a good idea; allowing yourself to stay in his embrace, yuta's warm body pressed against yours as he was already working on his attempt at kissing you senseless. the thought of lazing around and doing absolutely nothing with him was so much more enjoyable than having to sit at work, all while knowing what you were missing out on. you sighed, his hand warm underneath your shirt and his fingers sprawled across your stomach, thumb gently rubbing against your skin as he kissed the corner of your mouth in another effort of convincing you of how excellent of a plan he had just laid out in front of you. it would be silly not to agree to it, really. a once in a lifetime opportunity that you just had to take, especially when you both knew that you wanted to stay right were you were just as badly as he did. that you were too weak to resist, especially when he was being even more gentle than he already was normally; his fingers soothingly tracing small patterns over your skin, as if hoping it would maybe make you so comfortable you just had to stay with him.

and it was true. the longer he kept up his antics, the weaker grew your resolve and the more likely it would become that you would finally give in. he knew by now just what he had to do if he wanted to keep you to himself for a bit longer; how he had to tilt his head and kiss you to make clear just how badly he wanted you to be as close as possible right now. another exasperated sigh fell from your lips, but yuta could tell that it was far from genuine. he'd heard that sound enough times to know that it meant he would come out of this as the winner—although you had to admit that you weren't necessarily losing either. "if I stay home, then at least go get my phone so I can call before I forget about it"

notes : literally just made some bullshit + yes ive used those lyrics before, what about it

[koiagain]

I guess you could say he’s ve… he’s a very h…

[qkkotsu]

⟶ yuta okkotsu x g.n!reader

cws ﹕ some suggestive. rika is mentioned in a sweet way.

© qkkotsu

[doremichann]

LOVE HOTEL

yuuta okkotsu x f!reader

summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?

warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, senpai-kouhai relationship, dirty-minded!reader, feral!yuuta, first time, praise, handjobs, fingering, usage of lube, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting

word count: 4.64k (it’s shorter this time, since there’s no worldbuilding)

author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-jjk. reader’s a second-year while yuuta’s a third-year. reader is inspired by marin kitagawa from my dress-up darling. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest!

taglist: @yutaxme, @aruagndrhmjg, @yuutabbyy, @hoshiizumi, @yzuhas, @butter-scout, @flyingbutterytoast, @isagistar, @tyrantfe, @delusiontown-exe, @platinumsavagerystructure, @justmare, @saweetreat, @yearnlover, @mrowwww

BANG!

You manage to dodge the curse’s strike by summoning the water from the overhead pipes and sliding your way out. With that, you continue gliding through the path, baiting the curse into following you.

Only when you reach the main annex do you finally stop and face the monster. It takes a lunge, intending to swallow you in one gulp. You raise your arms up, summoning a large volume of water from the reservoir below. You surround the cursed spirit with the water before freezing it solid.

You bark out, “Senpai! Now!”

Okkotsu-senpai jumps from the ledge above, his katana strengthened by a flare of his cursed energy. He swings the blade, and the frozen cursed spirit is instantly bisected in half before it explodes, dissipating into dark dust, and the ice encasing it shatters into shards.

You groan at the curse’s innards drenching you from head to toe. “Eww! Now, I’m all covered in curse gunk!”

“Sorry about that,” your senior lands on his feet beside you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he’s in a similar state to yours. “Besides, it’s nothing a little water can fix.”

Using your technique, you summon water from your waterskin to cleanse the gunk from your and Okkotsu-senpai’s clothes.

“There! Good as new!” You grin, admiring your handiwork. “Well, almost. I can’t do anything about the blood. It already seeped too much into the fabric.”

He smiles, noting, “You already did better than anything I could have done. Good job on freezing the curse. It mustn’t have been easy.”

“I’m not the one who killed it,” you counter. Trapping a curse is an entirely different matter from exorcising it. 

“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re a really bad liar, Senpai,” you punch his shoulder lightly before checking the time on your phone. “It’s already one in the morning? This mission took longer than I thought.”

“Should we stay at a hotel?” He offers. “I can book some rooms for us. I’ll pay.”

You shake your head. “You already paid for dinner earlier, and it was so expensive, too. I’ll book the rooms and we can split the bill. Okay?”

You hold your fist out, and Okkotsu-senpai chuckles before bumping his fist with yours. “Okay.”

You ring the call bell, waking the receptionist, a young woman only a few years older than you. 

“I booked a room.” You inform her. “It should be under ___.”

She checks her computer, in the meanwhile, scrutinising the slightly torn and bloodied school uniforms of you and Okkotsu-senpai.

Your senpai explains for both of you. “We’re jujutsu sorcerers. We were on a mission.”

Ever since the Culling Games, jujutsu sorcery and curses became public knowledge, and some sorcerers have become known as public figures.

The receptionist’s eyes widen as she recognises him. “OMG, you’re one of the guys who fought Ryomen Sukuna! I am such a big fan!”

You mischievously grin at how fast Okkotsu-senpai turns red at her sudden praise. “Looks like someone here is a big celebrity.”

He’s sheepish, shaking his head at the receptionist. “I’m not really a big deal. Can we just get checked in now?”

“Of course!” She’s suddenly more diligent at her job. “You’re in luck. There’s an available deluxe suite, so I’ll upgrade you. Free of charge!”

“You don’t have to-”

You shut Okkotsu-senpai up by discreetly driving your elbow into his ribs. “Thank you so much! You’re a great gal!”

“Well, it’s the least I can do for Japan’s saviours!” She chirps before handing you the key card. “I see you’ve booked an overnight stay, so don’t worry about making a mess, because here at Serenity, we don’t shame people!”

You aren’t sure why she said that, but you figure it must be some sort of company-mandated slogan, so you nod at her before you and Okkotsu-senpai make your way to the elevator.

It isn’t until you unlock the door to your room that you realise why exactly she had given you a thumbs-up earlier.

Right in the middle of the large king-size bed (you had clearly booked a twin room earlier), there is a box filled with condoms, all sorts of lube, and plenty of sex toys. There’s softcore porn playing on the TV, and rose petals are scattered on the floor leading to the bed, where the ceiling is essentially a large mirror.

You take a look at your senpai. If you thought he was red earlier, Okkotsu-senpai’s face is threatening to burn up.

You take out your phone and open the app you had used to book your room, then you finally notice the small byline underneath the logo.

Serenity Hotel

Don’t be ashamed. Discover a new world!

It finally clicks.

You had accidentally booked a room with Okkotsu Yuuta at a love hotel.

…

Oops.

“Oh crap! A love hotel, huh?” You laugh. Being more open-minded, you are not as bothered by it as the man beside you. You practically bounce over to the bed where you bend over to see the box more closely, not realising your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of your lacy, pastel pink panties. You pay no mind to your senior’s shriek, figuring he just caught a glimpse of the porn playing on the screen. “Wow, Senpai, look at all this! There must be at least twenty condoms in here, and look at the size of this dildo! It’s huge! Now, this is what you call service!”

“___-san!” Okkotsu-senpai chokes when you wave the flesh-coloured phallus around like a baton. He rushes over and takes it away from you, shoving it into the box before slamming it shut. 

“You’re being really loud, Senpai,” you banter good-naturedly before opening the box and taking the dildo out. “It’s just a dick. Well, a fake one, but everyone has seen one. It’s crazy big, though. Eight inches. For a love hotel, they should be a bit more realistic. Ooh, look at these vibrators. They really go all out!”

His face is bright red as he tries to take the sex toys away from you while you’re examining them with a morbid sense of curiosity. “Stop it! We’re still students, so we shouldn’t be handling these sorts of items. Besides, eight is just average-”

Hearing him say the last sentence makes you drop the bullet vibrator. “Average? Eight is average?”

He seems to realise that he has revealed a bit too much personal information. “No- I mean-”

“Does Okkotsu-senpai have a big dick?” You think while unconsciously looking at his crotch. He’s one of the taller guys on campus, easily over 180 cm, so it would make sense.

“Senpai~~~ this isn’t how you should treat your kouhai ♡”

You and Okkotsu-senpai turn to look at the TV, where the male actor is roughly fucking the female actress from behind. He is entirely naked while she is wearing a school uniform, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal her big boobs that are heavily swinging with every thrust. The plap-plap-plap sounds echo throughout the suite.

Okkotsu-senpai looks like he just died inside. You pick up the DVD case (you didn’t think they still existed) from the bedside table

“I’m Staying In A Love Hotel With My Senpai. Ha! Talk about a total coincidence!” You jest before noticing a dessert menu. Your eyes light up. “Ooh, Senpai! They serve cheesecake here, and it’s crazy cheap, too! Let’s share one!”

“That sounds nice- Hey, wait a second here!” He cuts himself off.

“What a sudden change in your emotional state.” You comment.

“How are you so chill about this?” He asks, panicked. “We’re in a love hotel right now, and-”

“I’m cumming~~~♡”

Realising that the porn is still playing, he quickly swipes the remote to turn the TV off, face scarlet-red. He’s blushing so much that you could probably fry an egg on top of his face.

“It’s not professional,” he finishes, avoiding eye contact.

You blink, wondering why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to you. You know he’s not that type of guy, but then again, you know that you are more open-minded than most people, so you take pity on him.

“I’m sorry, Senpai, since this is my fault, but we already paid for the room, so it’s a waste if we just leave now.” You calmly explain to him. “If we ignore all the other stuff, in the end, it’s just a room, right?”

He closes his eyes, cancelling out all the sex stuff and compartmentalising his thoughts. It is just a room, and you've already paid for it. He doesn’t want you to waste your money.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just freaking out about all this stuff.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” you shake your hands before adding on. “Senpai, you might want to call your girlfriend, though. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with us sharing a room.”

Okkotsu-senpai blinks in confusion. “What girlfriend?”

“Aren’t you and Maki-senpai dating?” How could they not be? They’re always stuck at each other’s hips. “I could have sworn Panda-senpai said something before.”

“No, Maki and I are just friends.” He should really tell the cursed corpse to stop telling people otherwise. “What about you and Itadori-kun?”

“HUH? Me and Yuji?” You exclaim loudly, acting as if he just insulted your entire being. “Why on earth would you ever think that?”

“I mean, you’re so close, and you call each other by your given names-”

“That’s only because we knew each other back in elementary school!” You loudly cut him off. “I once saw him eat his own boogers! Besides, he’s not my type at all.”

“So, there’s no chance-”

“No way in hell.” You suddenly become serious, more than he has ever seen you before. “Not even if we’re the only two people left in the world and Tengen-sama orders us to repopulate the Earth. No. Way.”

“O-okay.” Even when a part of him is relieved that you and Itadori aren’t an item, he can’t help but feel sorry for the pink-haired young man.

After hiding the damn box, Yuuta finally relaxes and scrolls on his phone while lying on his side of the bed. He had already separated the bed into two halves by laying down the small cushions right down the middle. He had offered to sleep on the couch, which is more than large enough, but you persisted, saying that he had worked so hard earlier and earned a good night’s sleep.

He isn’t sure that he can fall asleep in the same bed as you, his crush of nearly a year. 

At first, it was just an attraction. You are, in Yuuta’s opinion, a very beautiful young woman, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, whether you were laughing with the rest of the second-years or bending water to fight your enemies.

Then, he got to know you more after spending time with you, and before he knew it, he fell head over heels for your cheerful personality. Even though you and he are polar opposites, you have become a bright, shining light in his small world.

Yuuta could hear the pitter-patter of water as you are taking a shower in the bathroom. He absent-mindedly looks away from his phone and turns to his left, freezing at what he sees next.

The frosted, translucent glass that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite is now crystal-clear. It must have been one of those technological glass screens because now he is staring at your entire naked backside as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. For a few seconds, Yuuta can’t seem to breathe as his eyes follow the trail of water flowing from the showerhead to your back and down to your shapely ass.

It is only when blood rushes downwards and his cock starts engorging itself, that Yuuta finally snaps out of it. He sits back up, facing away from you. He looks down and sees the prominent bulge in his pants, groaning mentally.

“Shit. Fuck. Damn it. What should I do?”

This isn’t the first time he has gotten an erection. He is a healthy young man, after all, but you are literally in the same room as him, and Yuuta doesn’t want to look more like a creep than he already does. He can’t just rub one out when you’re wet and naked in the bathroom, no matter how tempting it is.

“Okay, Yuuta, you just have to blue-ball it away. You’ve done that plenty of times. You can do it now. Just think, Yuuta. Think. Okay, let’s see. Sweaty socks, that mission you had a week ago, kissing Kurourushi.”

Thinking about the Special-Grade cockroach spirit finally makes his dick slump down, and Yuuta breathes out a sigh of relief. He could still hear you humming some kind of anime opening theme.

This is going to be a long night.

Even though every light in the suite has been turned off, you still can’t sleep. Usually, you’re able to doze off as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you can’t seem to fall asleep even though it has been around half an hour since you got ready for bed.

You turn to your right. Okkotsu-senpai is lying on his side, facing away from you.

“Senpai, are you still awake?” You whisper.

For a few seconds, you don’t get an answer, so you shift slightly, assuming he’s already asleep when you hear his voice.

“Yes, I’m still awake,” he says, sitting back up, facing you. “___-san, are you having trouble falling asleep?”

You sit up, groaning dramatically, “For real, and I had such a nice shower earlier!”

He flushes red, remembering unintentionally seeing you in the nude.

“You should have taken a shower, Senpai!” You continue chattering on. “The products they provide are pretty high-quality.”

For some reason, he just washed his face earlier, and when you asked him why, he just said he was more of a morning shower type while avoiding looking at you. 

“I’m good,” Yuuta doesn’t want you to find out about the glass screen.

You and Okkotsu-senpai lie back down and stay quiet for a few minutes, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, before you suddenly blurt out a question you have been thinking about for the past hour, and what most likely has been keeping you up. “Is eight really average?”

He chokes, something you have been causing him to do for the entirety of the night. He splutters, “___-san!”

“What? We’re both adults here, so it’s fine.” You prop yourself on your elbow, unintentionally causing the collar of your hotel pyjamas to swoop down slightly, revealing a hint of your cleavage, torturing him even more. “I Googled it earlier, and data says that eight is like in the 90th percentile.”

“Why are you researching stuff like that in the first place?” He asks, puzzled as to why you would do such a thing. He already knows he’s above average, but he doesn’t expect you to know that. 

“Because I’m curious!” You exclaim. “What? Girls can’t be interested in that sort of stuff?”

“O-of course, you can-”

“Right? So, is eight average or not?”

“IT’S NOT!” Okkotsu-senpai yells out loud in embarrassment. He slumps down before repeating in a quieter tone, “I-it’s above average.”

You sit back up, clapping your hands and whooping. “Knew it! I have to say, Senpai, I didn’t expect that from you-”

Suddenly, a loud masculine groan cuts you off, followed by a thumping sound from above.

“Sora-chan, you ride me so well.”

“I-I can’t. Kaito-kun, you’re so big~~”

“My little slut takes that big dick so well.”

The thumping repeats more rapidly after that, and for the first time of the night, you feel your face flush. The reality that couples go to love hotels for the sole reason of having sex hits you. You take a look at your senior, wondering if his chest and shoulders have always been that broad before your eyes trail down and you notice a large tent in his pants.

“Um, Senpai, your- you have-” 

He follows your gaze and lets out a sound of pure mortification before covering it with a pillow. He stands up before apologising to you, spluttering his words. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!”

Before he could run off, you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks before whispering, your voice faint. “Senpai, I-I could help you.”

“What?”

“I-I have always liked you, but then everything happened.” You confess to him, looking down at the floor. You remember the first time you ever saw him. You were with Yuji and Choso, the three of you fighting off Naoya when his presence caught you off guard. Sure, he was the executioner sent to kill Yuji, but you also thought that if the circumstances were ideal, you would so totally hit that.

Then, it turned out he was faking the whole villain era, and he was actually a sweetheart under all of the ‘I can kill you without blinking an eye’ thing he got going on, and you decided that after all of this was over, you were definitely going to jump his bones.

However, you saw how close he was with Maki, and you got scared. Maki is everything you aspire to be as a sorceress: fierce, independent, strong, and smoking hot. Of course, she and Okkotsu-senpai had to be dating.

“I thought you were Maki-senpai’s boyfriend, and it turns out you’re not.” You look up, finally meeting his gaze before you start whining. “I mean, honestly, I’ve been giving you hints all night, and you won’t even- umph!”

He interrupts you by leaning down and slamming his lips on to yours. Your teeth crash awkwardly before your lips weave together. You melt into him as his hand clutches the back of your head, leaning himself inwards until he is on top of you. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you moan as your own hands travel downwards.

You hesitantly separate from those soft lips as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Senpai, your shirt-”

“Don’t call me Senpai.” He mumbles before pulling your hands away. He pulls his shirt off, revealing toned muscles from years of hard work. His six-pack is clearly defined, and he has a slight happy trail. You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of the man you have been lusting over for the past year. “Say my name.”

“Yuuta.” You whisper, feeling his erection get even harder as he throbs against your thigh. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants. “Please, I want to see.”

He gulps, finding your begging to be particularly arousing, especially when you are the one who is so shy and quiet, while he is relatively calm. This is already better than any wet dream he ever had of you.

He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, revealing a hefty bulge straining through his dark blue boxers. Under your steady gaze, he strips off the final layer of his clothes. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of his erect cock. Yuuta is definitely as huge as the dildo you played around with earlier. He is flushed at the tip, throbbing with thick veins. 

You move closer to him before tentatively touching him with the tip of your index finger. His breath hitches at your delicate touch. You take that as a sign to move forward, and you wrap your hand around his thick girth. You slowly pump your hand up and down before stroking him.

“Yuuta, you’re huge.” You look up at him while fondling him, slowly spreading his leaking pre-cum all over his length. His eyes that stare back at you are dark, his pupils almost blown out, and glazed over. “How are you going to fit inside me?”

“We’ll make it work.” He pulls your hand away from his dick before he pulls your shirt off, revealing your heaving breasts. He gets on top of you once more, and you become aware of your reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His upper body covers most of your body, and his long limbs are well-muscled and defined. You declare to yourself mentally that Okkotsu Yuuta has the firmest ass in the whole campus. 

Yuuta plants soft and gentle kisses all over you, from your face to your lips, before trailing down to your neck, and finally, the valley between your breasts. His lips graze the side of your left breast, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple before he swallows it.

“Yuuta! Senpai! Ah!” You didn’t even know your voice could go up that high as you knock your head back, arching your back. His wet tongue swirls around your nipple before biting it gently, not hard enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for you to feel pleasure. “Do you like my tits?”

“Your mouth… I swear.” He growls before focusing his attention on your other nipple, causing you to pant and gasp as he gropes your boob. “This body. I could worship you for days and nights, and it still won’t be enough.”

His dick slides between your legs, where your juices have drenched your pants. Maybe it’s a side-effect of your technique, or maybe it’s because of how excited you are to finally lose your virginity to Yuuta. Either one is plausible.

He pulls away from your tits, and you whine, wanting him to touch you more, but he hushes you by placing his index finger on your parted lips.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructs you, his voice melodic and seductive. “I need to get something.”

You aren’t the type that tolerates getting told what to do, but you obey every single word, hurriedly stripping off your pants and lacy panties. You impatiently wait for him before Yuuta returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. You see that he has already put a condom on, the latex sheath stretched over his cock.

He gets in between your legs before squirting the lube generously on his cock. He rubs himself, ensuring he is generously lubricated. He squirts out more lube onto his fingers before tracing your nether lips, and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“Are you sure you still want this?” Yuuta asks.

Your heart skips a beat. How on Earth is he so cute, sexy, kind, handsome, and so wonderful, all at the same time?

You lean up to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. Unlike your first kiss, this one is softer, and you sigh as his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss. 

You pull away from him, looking at him with eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Yuuta kisses your cheek before nipping your ear gently. His lubed index finger circles your clit before slipping inside you, and you tremble at the intrusion. “Shit, ___, you’re so fucking tight.”

While you are a virgin, you are more than familiar with the art of fingering, but only with your own fingers. Yuuta’s fingers are longer and thicker, and you could already feel him reaching deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you choke back a moan. “A-another. You can put in another finger. Please, Yuuta.”

You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he works his middle finger inside, slowly scissoring you, stretching you out to prepare you. 

“Yuuta, please. I’m begging you.” You cry out. “Please make love to me.”

“Really? I can stretch you out more.”

You nod your head furiously. Your cheeks are flushed, the atmosphere is too hot and hazy that you barely even feel him pulling his fingers out of you.

Yuuta lines his cock at your pussy, the head brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before he slowly pushes himself inside. He slowly works you open, watching every single reaction you give as he pushes himself to the hilt.

You inhale sharply at the feeling of him fully inside you. 

He groans, his voice deeper than usual. You are unbelievably hot, tight and wet around him, and you’re squeezing him. “___, are you in any pain?”

“N-No.” You stammer. Your reflection shows you dishevelled and sweaty. Your hands hang on to his broad shoulders. “I just feel so full, and you feel so incredible. Oh, Yuuta! Please fuck me! Please!”

Yuuta grabs one hand onto the headboard before undulating his hips, setting a rhythm. Before you know it, you are moaning loudly, gripping the sheets as he pushes himself in and out of you.

“Faster!” You sob as you push your hips up, eager to meet his thrusts. Without pulling out of you, Yuuta adjusts your body to the side, settling your ankle over his shoulder. He gyrates his hips, meeting your thrusts harshly. “F-fuck! H-how are you so good!”

You buck against him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every erratic thrust. You would not be surprised if your moans and his groans are overheard by the guests in the next room. If not, they would at least hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.

“___! I’m close!” Yuuta confesses. “A-are you?”

“My clit! Please, Yuuta, I want to cum with you!”

He wildly teases your clit, pinching it as he pounds into you. Finally, you convulse as he pushes you over the edge. Your spongy walls squeeze him as your orgasm floods your entire being, and your cunt releases your juices, squirting around his cock. 

“I’M CUMMING!” 

Yuuta’s hips stutter before he groans your name. You feel the hot warmth of his semen through the thin condom as he empties himself inside you, balls-deep.

After both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you. Yuuta slumps down beside you, being careful not to crush you with his weight. He pulls you into his arms as he brushes your sweaty fringe back.

“___, I love you.” He says.

You can feel his rapid heartbeat as you reply, “I love you, too, Yuuta.”

You avoid the playful gaze of the receptionist after she asks if you and Yuuta had a good night’s sleep before winking. Yuuta coughs awkwardly while holding your hand, his thumb brushing your palm.

“Okay. We’re all done here! Please leave us a review, and come back again!" She hands your ID card back to you. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to ask! Was there a curse here last night?”

“Pretty sure there weren’t any last night.” Not that you checked, since you and Yuuta were busy …getting busy. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, a couple of our guests complained that their shower pipe burst last night.” She doesn’t notice you freezing. “They were on the same floor as you so that’s why-”

“Nope. Probably just some maintenance issues with plumbing. Okay, bye!” You cut her off before rushing out of the hotel, dragging Yuuta along with you. You glare at him when you hear him chuckling. “Don’t you laugh! How can I say that it’s because you made me lose control!”

“Darling, you were asking me to-”

“Oh, shut up!” You aren’t sure you like how the situation is reversed now, with how your boyfriend is making you blush with every word.

He kisses your cheek as an apology. “I’m sorry, ___. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Yuuta breaks his promise the next week when you lose control of your technique and accidentally flood the boys’ dorms’ bathrooms, which is how everyone finds out that you and Yuuta are finally together.

[fushitoru]

in another life, i would make you stay a gojo satoru (fix it) series

pairing ⸺ reincarnated!gojo x reincarnated!reader

summary ⸺ you are a sorcerer, married to your husband who bears the burden of being the strongest. firsthand, you watch the love of your life fall apart, the world burdening him until, finally, he dies at the hand of sukuna. as you watch him through the broadcast, you blankly volunteer to be nextand you die, praying to whatever merciful god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved— until you wake up from your dream, gasping.why the hell was your dream so vivid? you were some sort of magician? with a smoking HOT husband? and why the fuck does the guy that's ten minutes late to the first day of lectures look EXACTLY like him?

warnings ⸺eventual smut fluff and angst (the holy trinity), hurt/comfort, reincarnation fic, basically you and gojo have a miserable life in canon and get reincarnated into a modern au where i fix everything and give you the romcom you deserve, canon typical violence, jjk manga spoilers, mentions of blood and injury, major character death, fem reader implied

masterlist

01 ⸺ What a Weird Fucking Dream

the first day of your semester is precendeted by a very odd dream involving sorcerers and a hot ass husband. which you then see in lecture (3.7k)

02 ⸺ Note to Self: Don't Call Random Guys your Husband (soon!)

[proudgoonette777]

THREESOME W MEGUMI N INUMAKI WOAHHHHH

like guys picture this waittt hold on

cw: inumaki and megs as best friends With a .. relationship U cant quite understand .. boys kissing , threesome , Oh God, aged up characters (universityy), real world au so inumaki talks normally

-

inumaki and megumi both being relatively new friends in ur life ... at first it was just the two of them, always had been, but they meet you as a classmate in a class they're taking together.

it's during the process of completing a group project--having to meet each other outside of class so many times over the course of a month-- they discover that your bubbly personality balances their dynamic out in the middle.

you genuinely enjoy the time you spent with them, even though the project was grueling and took forever to perfect. they're great partners, passionate about their grades and they never left you hanging or pulling extra weight. their friendship is also adorable. both of them are guys of few words, but inumaki being so much more reserved than megumi leads megumi to be the more outgoing one. inumaki feeds off of him, can get more comfortable in any room as long as he's there.

that's why it means so much to you that even after the project is turned in and graded, inumaki starts inviting you over to his place more often to hang out with them.

now is one of those times, after a night of cramming for an exam you guys are in inumaki's room watching a movie. you're sitting on the floor in front of his bed and they lay on inumaki's bed, megumi's back against the headboard with inumaki's head in his lap.

"this movie is seriously boring," megumi sighs. "I can't believe it won the emmy over Sinners."

inumaki leans his head up into megumi's touch, savors the feeling of nails gently scratching his scalp. that's his silent cue of agreement.

you turn around to face them, replying "ugh, you're right. we should honestly just turn on sinners again."

"we watched it already yesterday.." inumaki reminds you.

"so?"

"twice." inumaki says.

"he's gotta let it cool off a little bit before he watches it again." megumi translates. "we can watch it together after he falls asleep."

you move to turn back around and face the tv, but megumi stops you. "how come you're on the floor? there's room up here."

"oh.. I don't know. you guys look cute and comfy up there."

"your back is gonna start hurting, dummy. come up here."

inumaki sighs because it means he's gonna to shift around, but he's not mad about it. he moves his head from megumi's lap to sit upright, so you can fill in the third spot against the headboard by his side.

inumaki, who you're slowly learning is physically clingy, drops his head down on your shoulder.

"you guys wanna play a game?" you ask after a few beats. "I brought truth or dare."

-

"i've never seen this kind of truth or dare.." inumaki mumbles, looking down at the deck of cards that sits in the middle of the circle you guys have formed on the bed. "how does it work?"

you smile. "one of us pulls a card, does the truth or dare, and then we move on."

"we've played this before, with yuta." megumi corrects him following your explanation. "what do you mean you've never seen it?"

"oh shit." inumaki says, thinking. "was that the same night you got too drunk and fell into yuta's pool?"

megumi squints at him. "you remember that but not the game?"

"okay, okay," you laugh. "who wants to go first?"

megumi shrugs and pulls a card. he hesitates, and then reads it.

"dare. kiss somebody in the room."

your eyes widen. "starting off strong, aren't we?"

there's a beat of tension, and maybe it's all coming from you. there are only two options-- is he actually going to kiss one of you? will he skip it?

inumaki looks over at him, but doesn't say a word. a soft smile pulls at megumi's lips when he smiles, says "yeah, okay, c'mere." to him.

you think your jaw could have traveled through the mattress and onto the floor. you're floored, in every sense of the definition when megumi drapes his fingers gently around inumaki's throat and pulls him, and fucking kisses him.

inumaki lets out soft sound against his lips, his head follows megumi's forward as meg is pulling away, like he wants to keep going.

"calm down," megumi huffs. "getting carried away already."

"w-what just happened?" you ask.

"I kissed someone in the room."

you're still confused. "well, yes.. it just seemed like you guys-"

"kiss all the time?" megumi asks. he's smirking at you. "we do."

"ohh." you nod your head. it doesn't phase you beyond that, beyond the way your heart is beating wildly like you’re the one that just got kissed.

“what?” megumi asks. “you want one, too?”

inumaki gives you a look that’s a little more modest, says “i hope that didn’t freak you out.”

“n-no,” you shake your head. “it didn’t freak me out, inu, don’t worry. and no,” you look at megumi with a fake glare. “i don’t want one”

you’re lying. you wonder if he can tell.

“i’ll go next!” you exclaim, trying to change the pace. your face falls when you pull the card. you should have shuffled this deck way better– what the hell is going on tonight?

inumaki asks, “what does it say?”

he has stars in his eyes, engaged in the gameplay now. he’s too cute for his own good.

you swallow hard. “truth.. say something you always wanted to say.”

megumi laughs. “these are some dramatic cards.”

inumaki tilts his head at you. you glance over and notice the way megumi has a hand resting on the back of his neck, thumb massaging gently at the skin there.

looking between them, you aren’t really sure what else to say except.. well, the truth. the blood is rushing to your ears wildly, your fingers gripped tightly onto the card.

“i lied.” you confess. megumi’s ears perk up. you’re shying away from the look on his face, realizing he knows what you’re going to say next.

“you.. wanted a kiss from him?” inumaki asks, to clarify. your cheeks heat up as you nod, not sure whether you should elaborate or not.

well, that’s enough humiliation ritualism for one night. “inu, it’s your t-”

“no, wait.” megumi cuts in. “if you wanna kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

your eyes are scanning his face for hints that he’s joking, but you can’t find any.

oh, what the hell, sure.

“okay.” you affirm. “uh.. kiss me.”

“is that how you ask people for things?” megumi questions, scooting closer to you.

inumaki’s cheeks immediately go red for you, like he predicted how megumi was going to respond to that.

the tone of the conversation is changing drastically. this is megumi who you’re always making fun of, cracking jokes with, and now here he is making you feel so small. to make matters worse, you like it, think you could handle more of it.

“c-can.. you–? kiss me? please?”

megumi grins at you, says was that so hard?

and then he leans in to kiss you.

you understand inumaki now. why he never wanted it to end. megumi’s lips are so soft, move against yours so smoothly, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip and the cool feeling of his breath mingling with yours. he pulls back just as quickly as he arrives, and you both look over at inumaki who’s shifting where he sits, glancing between you two and his hands.

“you guys are really the same in a way. one kiss turns you all soft.” megumi chuckles under his breath. “come here, ki.”

he gestures for inumaki to scoot up while he takes the deck of cards and puts them back in the box so it can go in the nightstand.

inumaki scoots up closer to you than you expected, his face level with yours, mouth open in nervous pants. “you okay?” you check in with him, and he just nods his head curtly.

“you wanna kiss her, don’t you?” megumi asks him, his tone light and teasing. inumaki nods.

megumi gives him permission. go ahead, then. make it a good one, i’m watching.

-

it’s not how you thought movie night was going to end, your back arched in the air while megumi thrusts slowly and powerfully into you, your throat stuffed full with inumaki’s dick.

the charm around inumaki’s dick isn’t that it’s the longest you’ve ever seen, it’s not. but it’s thick, the girth stretches your lips around him so deliciously, his precum a little sweet and coating your tongue every time he pushes his hips forward to feel you more. he’s so cute when he’s receiving, mouth open in little ah, ah, h–a-aah, not allowing himself any room to say full words. you relish all his little fragments of sentences, don’--it’s- good–don’t–.

megumi, on the other hand, is an absolute taker.

his hips are slamming hard against the meat of your ass, wet thumb plunged deep into your asshole. the rest of his fingers on that hand control your lower back, feels so dirty the way he uses it to keep pulling you backwards to meet his thrusts. he has pretty moans too, doesn’t hide any of them. but he talks. full, elaborate pictures painted by his mouth, like he’s not pummeling you as we speak, pussy squeezing greedily around his big dick.

you already came, minutes ago. they just aren’t done.

“you’re so fucking wet,” megumi says through his teeth. “you like making us feel good that much?”

you slur around inumaki’s length. you really have no idea who he lives with– hope silently to yourself that that they just aren’t home and can’t hear the loud sounds of your gagging and whining, the plap plap plap of megumi behind you, because that would be extremely fucking embarassing.

behind you, megumi’s eyes are on inumaki. meg’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, piercing gaze burning holes into inumaki’s own. he gives him a look, something so intimate that no one else would be able to recognize. inumaki keens, gets overwhelmed and closes his eyes tight.

“that feel good, baby?” megumi asks. not asking you. asking him. inumaki nods, throws his head back and tangles a hand in your hair.

megumi shakes his head, puts a leg up so he can fuck you deeper. the new angle has more of your throat accessible to inumaki, too. every thrust pushes you further down.

“need to hear you.” megumi tells him. “c’mon, ki, talk to me.”

“f-feels– good– i can’t-”

“of course you can. go ahead, cum in her mouth. she’s gonna swallow it all.” he looks down at how your pussy is swallowing him up, chews at his lip. “aren’t you?”

“mmf–mhm–”

and with that, inumaki is cumming.

he doesn’t have the reaction time to pull out of your throat, cum spurting out of his sensitive tip wildly, hot and salty down the back of your throat.

megumi, at the sight of your bodies connecting, the final sight of inumaki with his eyes rolled back, thrusting his orgasm into your mouth, cums too. he keeps his eyes locked with inumaki’s— mouth open in a primal groan, filling up your cunt with everything he could possibly give you.

you slump down a little between them as they ride their orgasms out, let them use you for every stroke and bit of pleasure they want.

[th6strongest-deactivated2026052]

jjk!men + women reacts to you singing "go away" by weezer!

[alicewhite423]

I know i dont have a following but im hoping some bigger creators in the fandom will spread the word...came accross this blog who is blatantly using gen ai to make jjk x oc? x reader? art and they dont seem to take criticism about it. gen ai has NO place in our spaces!!!!

[satoskii]

in which you're higuruma's secretary ...

₊ ⊹ 𓏲ּ𝄢 cw : spanking ..

restless nights filled with vigorous documentation. that's what your schedule has been like ever since you became higuruma's secretary.

normally, you'd be thorough, afraid of any judgement from your superior, carefully and meticulously writing down case transcriptions, and clientele information. but lately, you've been exhausted from the same redundant agenda. so tired that you've made mistakes— 8 to be exact (he's counted.)

there's no doubt, though, that through his heavy, almost intimidating, tired gaze, that you've grown embarrassingly fond of higuruma. you'd even say you felt some attraction towards him. was it the fatigue, or the growing desire that was distracting you from doing your job properly? not even yourself knew. maybe it was delusion from the sleepless nights, but you could've sworn you noticed higuruma's lingering gaze when you chose to wear a skirt instead of pants, or unbuttoned the top two buttons of your blouse, revealing plush cleavage to his weary eyes.

work wasn't the reason for higuruma's restlessness. as he stayed after hours at his desk hunched over papers, he didn't write a single thing. the only thing he thought of was you. your candid obliviousness to his attraction, the way he would subtly adjust his growing desire down his leg as you leaned over his desk to hand him papers, the way he would stare at your ass in your perfectly fitted skirt as you left. he ran his fingers through his dark hair, and let out a deep sigh. to distract himself, he began flipping through the papers you bought him earlier that day— case information, background checks, etc.

as he got to a section of the papers-- letters that he needs to send out to clients and peers that you wrote— he noticed the abundance of errors left between sentences. with a quiet groan, and shake of the head, he reached over for the cup of pens on his desk, pulling out a bright red one, and circling all of your mistakes. precisely 8. through his fiery mixture of frustration and desire, he couldn't help but wonder why, all of the sudden, you were making mistakes. you've always been an exceptional and meticulous secretary— never even daring to make mistakes. that's why he hired you after all— you were a precisionist. so why.. why were you doing this?

when you came into work that following day, you walked over to his office. the door was ajar, but despite that, you still knocked. when you didn't get any answer, you took it upon yourself to let yourself in. his pristine space was lit only by the open blinds, the sun shining right on his desk. you walked over, placing new papers on his desk. as you were straightening them out, suddenly, slam. higuruma, warm and undoubtedly tall, was right behind you, and beside your hand, were the letters— crowded with bright red circled errors.

you swallowed, your eyes down on the paper. "when i hired you," he spoke, his lips next to your ear. "i expected you to show the perfection you showed up to the interview with everyday." he said quietly, his gentle voice contrasting his words. "so what's the meaning of this, hm? what happened to my perfect little secretary?”

you pressed your lips together as you felt him press against you from behind, and then you spoke, attempting to explain yourself. "i don't know." you said quietly. "i haven't been myself lately." you murmured, trying to hide your growing titillation.

"clearly." he spat back, in a low voice. "hands on the desk. bend over and count for me, miss."

you swallowed, and willingly obeyed. you slowly bent over, placing your hands on the desk in front of you. looking at the wood like it was the most interesting thing in the world, you bit your lip as you felt cold air on the backs of your thighs, the affect of him slowly inching your skirt up to your waist.

then, ceasing the anticipation, he landed a firm smack on your ass. you jolted forward from the unexpected impact. "one." you squeaked out. he let out a tsk, his neck twitching as he landed yet another. and another. and another.

the pain was growing, and you felt your cheeks (all four of them) growing hot. you swallowed, letting out a tiny whimper at the sixth hit. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, and as he noticed you falter, he spoke. "count." he said. "s—six." you whispered.

as you got to the last hit, he drew back his hand further, landing one sharp smack on your ass, keeping his hand on the bare skin. "eig—eight." you whispered. he rubbed his hand over the globes of your ass, looking down at the red skin. "did i hurt you?" he said gently, focusing his gaze on the back of your head. "yes." you uttered. "poor baby." he cooed in a mockingly sympathetic voice, giving you a few love taps on your stinging ass. "then stop making so many mistakes." he said tenderly. as he pulled down your skirt, smoothing it down for you, he caught a glimpse of your soaked through panties. he scoffed, and straightened up. "thats all." he said, toying with his lip, and then putting his hand on his chin as he looked you over. "you're dismissed."

and as you walked back to your desk, watching your feet cross the carpeted floors of the dim hallway, you hid a smile, wondering how you can sneak 9 mistakes in his next letter.

© satoskii 2026 ─────────

a/n : i'd drink his bath water

[bbunnii-deactivated20260514]

𑣲⋆˙ satoru loves watching you take him in the mirror. mlist. (written by request)

cw: smut, pwp, piv, creampie, doggy, mirror kink, praise + degrading + dumbification.

"fuck- eyes up. look at yourself." the room smells like sweat and sex, and you can barely hold yourself up, on the bed on all fours, legs and arms shaking, let alone lift your head. but you try your best, eyes lifting to the full length mirror across from the bed, finally seeing your boyfriend's bright blue eyes honing in on your pussy fluttering around his cock, the shlick! shlick! sound of you sucking him in, and the plap! plap! of his pelvis hitting your ass, balls slapping against your clit.

his face looks so... focused. like your pussy is all he can think of right now - which is true. his pale face is flushed, white hair ruffled and sweat slick from you pulling on it earlier, and his hand is snaking around to hold your chin up for you as he keeps fucking into you.

"hear it? hear that slutty little pussy takin' me?" you let out a mewl, nodding, cheeks flamming in embarrassment, but pussy only gushing wetter. "god, baby, i could fuck this pretty little hole all day. look at your face when you take my cock - you look so pretty all drunk on me." you watch the way your face contorts, the way your mouth goes agape, tongue peaking out. "t-toru! s'big!!"

he chuckles, picking up his pace, making you cry out. "ah! mmph- its t'much-! m'gonna cum! toru!!" he pouts at you in the mirror. "aww, my baby's gonna cum? nah, hold it f'me. wanna cum with you, bub." you pout back, but nod anyway, holding back as best as you can. then he flips you onto you back, pushing your thighs up to your chest, burying himself back into you at an angle that makes you want to scream.

"ah-! i can't! y'r shoooo deep... m'gonna explode." satoru only smiles, continuing to roll his hips deep and steadily into you. "i'm 'shoooo' deep, am i, baby?. where's my smart girl gone, huh? or have you already gone dumb on this cock? haven't even cum once and you've already lost your ability to think. needy little slut." you just nod, eyes rolling back as he abuses your g-spot repeatedly with his mushroom tip. "don't worry 'bout thinking, princess. just take this dick like the good girl you are."

his words make your walls clench around him, and your whines and whimpers make it known to him that you're close. "toru- pleaseee-" he shushes you, stroking your hair. "cum all over my cock, sweet girl. whenever you're ready." your orgasm crashes over you in waves, the aftershocks making you clench, causing satoru to spill inside you with a needy moan of his own: "oh- fuckin' perfect, take it, princess."

you sigh, completely spent as satoru pulls the covers up over the both of you, kissing your sex-drunk expression. "so pretty, angel. so so pretty."

a/n: y'all ate my first satoru fic up unimaginably so here's another to satiate the hunger - short n sweet <33

© an original work by bbunnii.

perm tags: @kswyn @nellsnook @n1kakitty @maihaibai @etheralpanic @i-am-a-lazy-mess @lumiq-q @v4mp1r3b4tzz @taintlyy

[okkotsuprincess]

can i pls request yuta x gn reader where reader got injured on a mission and is stuck recovering at home..? sorry that's kinda niche just thought it would be supa cute !! it can be head canons or a oneshot whatever u think would work better ... i love ur works btw !

hurt !

A/N: ahhhh thank you so much for your kind words tarotoge!! i appreciate it sooo much!!!!!! also i need to make out with yuuta so bad </3

wc: 600ish

reader is not specified to any gender!

yuuta who immediately rushed to your home the moment he heard you were injured. he didn't care that he probably look like a crazy man to strangers, he didn't care that people were yelling at him because he accidentally pushed them, the only thing he cared about is you.

yuuta who arrived at your humble abode in less than 10 minutes, and wastes no time entering your home, searching for you.

he found you on your bed, lying there all alone. hes glad you're okay, but there were bandages wrapped around your arms, a cast on your ankle, and—god, you looked horrible. "angel? it's me."

"yuuta?" you asked, eyes widening. how'd he get here so quickly? did he teleport or something? well, whatever it is, at least hes here now!

he immediately pulled you into his arms, a little panicky but gentle nonetheless. "im so glad you're okay. maki-san told me what happened, and i just- i was so scared." from the tone of his voice, you could tell just how freaked out he is over this whole thing.

"yuuta, im fine, truly! it's just a few minor injuries, nothing i cant-"

he shook his head, cutting you off. "its not just 'minor' injuries. you could've died, you know?" he pout. he's always like this whenever you got hurt, even slightly. it's just too cute. maybe you should hurt yourself on purpose next time just so you could see him being panicky like this again... heh.

yuuta who feels so, so sad seeing you on your bed, looking frail. he knew it, he should've followed you on that stupid mission. should've protected you, should've kept you in his sight.

yuuta who feels that familiar weight of guilt in his chest, even if it wasnt his fault. he kept overthinking that maybe things wouldve gone differently if he had been there with you :(

yuuta who will do anything you tell him to do with zero hesitation.

"yuuta?" you called out, voice a little weak, eyes glancing over to his towering form.

"yes?" he replied instantly, straightening himself.

"im feeling a little hungry, can you make me some-"

"im on it angel!" he stood up, quickly his way to the kitchen. he's not the worlds best chef, but he knows how to make a delicious meal for you.

while he's there in the kitchen, he made sure to have rika watch over you in the meantime so that nothing bad will happen to you <3

yuuta who stayed by your side the whole time. when you're sleeping, he's awake, making sure nothing bad happens to you. if you want to relieve yourself in the restroom, he'll be in there too! but if you prefer privacy, he'll stay outside, but his ears will be wide open to listen to any unusual noise.

yuuta who, when he feels really sleepy, will snuggle up to you to make sure you'll stay right in his arms, safe and sound <3 he'll wake up for a short while 2 or 3 times every hour to make sure you're okay.

yuuta who is even more gentle when you're hurt. he was gentle with you naturally, and you'd think he couldn't be anymore soft and tender, but oh you're so wrong. he treated you as if you were made of the finest glass in the world. if you tell him that you're fine, he's not buying it!!

yuuta who doodles on your cast. its mostly a doodle of you, occasionally your friends, and one drawing of you and him with a heart between you both :3

yuuta who will never let you go on a mission alone ever again. nope. even when hes busy, he'll put any of his business on hold just to go on a mission with you. if you reeeealllyyyyy insist that you'll be fine, he'll have you update him once every 5 minutes. he just wants to make sure you're really safe!

[suugal]

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS AS ALTS

THE GYARUS

Value being yourself and having the confidence to express your own identity. The movement is characterized by freedom of expression and a lack of constraints in this area.

Response to social pressure and conservative Japanese beauty standards, rejecting conservative subtlety, with an extroverted attitude, direct attitudes, positive and bright personality and consumerism.

Yuji Itadori as ganguro gyaruo

Kugisaki Nobara as onee gyaru

Gojo Satoru as shiro gyaruo

THE EMOS

Often misunderstood, the movement values sensitivity, introversion, the expression of intense emotions (sadness, anguish, love), and tolerance. It is frequently associated with bitterness or melancholy. The emo movement values internal emotions, conflict resolution, and is based on high moral principles of social justice, primarily for marginalized groups.

Fushiguro Megumi as emo

Okkotsu Yuta as emo

Nanami Kento as emo

THE PUNKS

Punk counterculture values egalitarianism, individual freedom, anti-fascism, anti-sexism, and independent cultural production. They reject conformism and conservative societal norms, as well as the homogenization of culture.

Linked to movements that value the working class, as well as embracing minorities and marginalized groups, the punk counterculture preaches that you can create your own cultural vision, while escaping the oppression of authority figures and breaking free from social norms imposed on you.

Zen'in Makin as punk

Sukuna Ryomen as punk

Higuruma Hiromi as punk

THE SCENES

The scene movement arose from the valorization of individualism and one's own way of expressing oneself, both verbally and non-verbally, adopting striking visuals that often dialogue through themselves.

Individual expression of style and ideas, as well as support as a form of solidarity and online engagement, are strongly associated with the scene movement.

Inumaki Toge as scene

Hoshi Kirara as scene

THE METALHEADS

The unity among peers is valued, creating a sense of belonging and family, often described as a welcoming community, It goes against traditional conventions and socially imposed roles.

Geto Suguru as metalhead

Ieiri Shoko as metalhead

THE GOTHS

The Gothic movement values dark aesthetics, melancholy, and the supernatural, with roots in Gothic literature and art. Its values include an appreciation for the macabre, creativity, and self-expression, welcoming marginalized groups and a part of society in general.

At the same time valuing individual freedom, with a critical stance towards social norms, without adhering to conservatism. A cult of the nocturnal, the mysterious, and the beauty found in melancholy.

Kamo Choso as tradgoth/vampgoth

a/n: little headcannons I have about the jjk characters if they were goth. I might work on some fics based on this, because I just genuinely love the idea of them being alternative.

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Yuta and Miguel in Africa >_> did this quickly for background practice cuz I hate seeing just white backgrounds it irks me

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suguru geto’s how to: cunnilingus ft. cuck gojo | 18+ MDNI.

satoru gojo was a good boyfriend. a great boyfriend even.

while your girlfriends were trying (and failing) to convince theirs to do the bare minimum, your boyfriend was off buying a purse you’d mentioned once in passing. spending a couple grand daily without so much as batting an eye.

satoru brought over an extra coffee and your favorite pastry whenever you were pulling a particularly long studying sesh in the school library. there was hardly anything that went unnoticed.

but there was only problem in your relationship.

satoru gojo could not make you cum to save his own life.

piles and piles of books all focused around anatomy and female pleasure were stacked on his bookcase next to his neat lil’ collection of comics. he’d read them multiple times—to the point where he could probably recite each one back to front and front to back.

and still, he couldn’t manage to put what he’d read into action. every time he slid your panties down, salivating just at the sight of your glistening folds (after almost thirty minutes of foreplay), he froze.

his hands grew clammy, sweat beaded up on his forehead like he’d just ran a marathon, and his tongue started to feel like lead. everything he read left his mind and he ended up lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog until you pulled him off with a small, reassuring smile.

and now, you weren’t even entertaining the idea. “‘toru, it’s fine. i’ll just get my vibe to help me out or something,” you told him before he could even kneel down. satoru felt his heart drop to his ass.

satoru dropped back on his knees, staring at you like you’d offended him and his bloodline in one go. “you’re seriously gonna let a clanker-” he spat out the word with such disdain before continuing with his rant, “-into our bedroom? into our safe space and abode? i mean, seriously, think about the environment and the battery power required to power that thing. soon enough you’ll replace me with a robot and-”

you stopped him before he could continue with his rambling, “do you have a better idea then?”

“actually yeah, give me a second.” before you could respond, he darted off. locking himself in the bathroom and pulling his phone out like it was urgent.

it was.

his fingers flew across the screen, dialing the only number other than yours he had memorized by now.

he didn’t give the other man a chance to speak, immediately talking like he was recruiting geto for the military. “suguru i need your help. i feel like she’s about to dump my ass.”

a yawn left the other man’s lips, “okay woah, slow down,” the sound of sheets rustling sounded next like he’d just woken up, “why do you think she’s gonna break up with you?”

“because i don’t know how eat pussy!” satoru whined, louder than he intended to. “can you come over and teach me, pleaseee? i’ll pay you.”

“teach you how?”

that was surprisingly.. less resistance than gojo was expecting. “can you eat out my girlfriend?” he knew how ridiculous it sounded, but he was desperate. “i’ll learn by watching you.”

the line went silent, suguru seemingly considering the offer for a couple seconds. “and your girlfriend’s okay with all this?”

“…..yeah.”

“i’ll be right over in twenty then.”

twenty minutes later on the dot, suguru was settling in between your thighs, pulling your legs to dangle over his broad shoulders. the little ‘s’ anklet satoru had got you dangled almost mockingly. looking up at you before he asked, “this okay with you?”

you turned to look over at satoru, over in the cuck chair in the ‘corner of shame’ as he so called it, but suguru quickly brought your attention back to him, gently biting on your inner thigh. “i’m asking you. i’m not asking your idiot of a boyfriend. is this okay?”

“yeah, it’s okay,” you responded almost immediately, feeling a shiver run down your spine as suguru crawled up, tilting your chin up. his kiss wasn’t desperate like satoru’s were, but it was still hungry. his tongue traced the seam of your lower lip before he coaxed your mouth open, tasting you like you were a divine fruit.

one of suguru’s hands moved down, pushing your lace panties to the side with ease. “oh f-fuck,” you whined into his mouth, hips bucking up into his fingers as he started to rub your folds, spreading your slick like jelly on bread.

“there we-” suguru murmured, pushing two fingers inside of your dripping cunt, “-go. took it so well for me, just relax,” he all but cooed in your ear, fingers moving in a torturous pace as he thrust them in and out. in and out, slow and steady.

admittedly, it was a little hard to relax when your boyfriend’s big blue orbs were staring at what seemed to be your soul while he dutifully took notes. scribbling down what exactly had you making the most noise, what you seemed to enjoy that he didn’t do.

but you leaned back, allowing yourself to get lost in suguru.

suguru dropped back to where he was once before and where he belonged: face to face with your cunt. but he ignored your desperate attempts of bucking your pussy in his face, choosing to start off on your inner thigh. each brush of his lips, each kiss, felt like a mocking tease the more he avoided touching where you wanted.

“please,” you spoke up. suguru’s eyes darted over to yours, a shit-eating smile on his face as he leaned forward. breath hitting your cunt, your walls clenching at nothing.

“please, what?”

“please eat me out, i need it, need you, please,” you babbled despite the chuckle that escaped the man’s throat. satoru wrote that down enthusiastically—you’d never begged for him like this. if anything, you asked for him to stop.

suguru gives your thigh one last teasing bite before his tongue swiped across your folds, your slick overwhelming his taste buds. “you’re mmmf, missing out toru. she tastes like heaven.”

of course, satoru knew that. a pathetic whine left his lips as he watched suguru’s eyes practically roll back with each taste, eyes practically hyper focused on everything the man was doing. suguru spread your legs even wider, the tip of his tongue flicking against your entrance before he delved in.

“o-oh fuck, sugu!” a loud moan left your lips, fingers digging into his scalp as he started to eat you out like a man starving. saliva and slick dribbled down from his lips to his chin, the tip of his nose prodding against your throbbing clit.

satoru gojo didn’t bother even trying to keep up with his notes.

his notepad was left discarded, cock straining against the thin material of his digimon boxers. satoru didn’t free himself though, he didn’t deserve it. but he did palm himself through his sweatpants, giving himself just the slightest bit of pressure to feel some sort of relief.

“tastes so good, such a shame satoru can’t make you cum,” suguru let out a muffled groan against your cunt, each one sending a vibration shooting up your spine. his lips latched onto your swollen clit, sucking and swirling his tongue against the sensitive bud while his fingers thrusted in you once more.

“don’t stop, fuck- sugu, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum.” you sounded so pretty when you weren’t faking your orgasm. your back arched off the bed, toes curling and desperate babbles left your mouth—all in desperation to cum.

“there we go, take what you deserve,” suguru cooed, your orgasm washing over you like a wave almost instantly. you soaked his lips and chin, and yet, you laid back against the bed with a satisfied sigh.

suguru got up from his spot, walking over to the cuck chair. he tilted satoru’s chin, immediately met with the sight of the flustered man before he leaned in. being so generous as to give him the divine taste, spit dripping down satoru’s skin the messier the exchange got. satoru let out a moan, fingers digging into the man’s shoulder to pull him impossibly closer.

and just as quickly as it’d started, the raven haired man pulled away. “alright, hope that helps,” suguru announced before leaving, the door slamming shut behind him. leaving you panting and clenching the bedsheets like it was nothing.

and leaving gojo unsure if the cum dripping onto his underwear was from the sight of you being pleasured or from being kissed by his best friend.

[meihuasu]

Show Me, Show Me More

Okkotsu Yuta x Reader

In 99% of relationships, the most common thing to steal is articles of clothing. Luckily, or unluckily, your relationship with Yuta isn't part of the 99%.

Note, suggestive themes, they're both mega perverts, Yuta stole reader's underwear and reader sniffs his, mention of masturbation, technically connected to this but can be read on its own

//i want to do a mini-series of just stupid things they get up to

Yuta's room has a certain smell that you can't quite put your finger on.

Curled up in his bed with the sheets around the two of you, you bury your face into a pillow as the movie playing on your computer screen cuts to an opulent bathhouse. It smells faintly like his detergent, a hint of his minty shampoo and something else that seems to linger in these walls of his. Its floral and a little powdery, but it's so faint that you can't pin down anything else.

Maybe your sense of smell has gone numb, a little too used to smelling foul decay or iron-filled ooze.

"We should go to Arima Onsen one day," You murmur absentmindedly, resting your head on his shoulder as you slip your hand into his. In an instant, his fingers interlock with yours, that familiar cool spreading across your palm." 'be nice to soak during winter."

"Then we could go buy tansan senbei or boar meat buns. Oh, and then we have to get the karinto manju and the chestnuts," A yawn escapes from your lips as you finish, your eyelids all but in love with one another as the rising music of the movie plays in your ears.

Yuta brings you in closer, letting you rest in his embrace as he laughs, "Do you want to go for the hot springs or the food?"

You furrow your brows, mustering the energy to stare at him for even asking such an obvious question. Helplessly, he concedes and a doting smile appears on his lips.

Half awake and half dozing off, you nuzzle into his shoulder, the tip of your nose grazing against his exposed neck. You smell it again, it's even fainter on him, an anomaly in his familiar scent. His breath wavers, the hand holding yours tightening almost imperceptibly. When you look up, you find his face covered in a faint blush.

Internally, you laugh. No matter how much he 'changed', he's still that cute boy you met a year ago.

"I'm going to go the bathroom really quick," He murmurs, his voice just barely louder than the movie's dialogue.

"Okaaayy."

The scene you had paused on is unexpectedly bright, still shining through your eyelids. Unwillingly, you open your eyes and instead lazily look around his room. His sword bag is still neatly placed by the door, you don't know whether he's realised the ribbon you have on your bag strap is his original sageo, the fabric that is now wrapped around his sword a replica you had retied some while ago.

Yuta already has very little personal items in his rooms, a large majority of his non-necessities are photos of him and his friends plus the few knickknacks he picked up in Africa. So when a mysterious box, haphazardly tucked away in the bedside cabinet, catches your eye, the curiosity that wells inside of you is near unimaginable.

You know you shouldn't go snooping around, if he's taken the effort to hide it there then it must be something important to him. But the more you think about it, the more you look at it, the more your mind races with possibilities.

It could be some smaller things that the second-years have given him, you know that they've accidentally gotten way into gachapon machines once and that's how you ended up with a small army of various key-chains. It could be some stuff of Rika's or even…!

In the end, the burning desire wins out. After checking that he's still in the bathroom, you slip out out the bed and reach for the box, the wooden floors chilling your legs as you lift up the lid. Inside are what look like a random array of items, a 500 yen coin, a folded piece of tissue and a button. Seemingly random items that don't really look like belong to him.

As you continue, your fingers land on a smooth metallic surface and when you dig it out, you realise its a hair clip you lost. The twisted metal detailing are polished, the clasping mechanism still as smooth as the day you got it.

In your unearthing, you had accidentally flicked out something from within, a student ID now face down on the floor. Sliding it into your palm, your breath hitches in your throat when you see the name and face that's on it.

The doors slide open, and when you turn around holding the card, Yuta's eyes widen.

"Yū-chan, why do you have my old ID card?" Your smile doesn't meet your eyes, the photo of your 16 year old self mocks you from the corner of your eyes.

He approaches you, his movements surprisingly calm. Joining you on the floor, he picks up the hair clip, the small clip almost comical in his palm.

"These are all the things I collected of yours."

You pull a face, clearly not believing him. "Ehh, no way."

The expression on his face is doting, a small breath escapes his lips as he urges you to look for yourself.

Picking up the button you saw earlier, the grooves of the pattern dig into your skin. You hold it up to your heart where it'd usually be buttoned. Its quite shiny, much more polished than any of the buttons on your uniforms.

You reach into the box again, this time you pull out an old mission report with the description box scratched out. Its from one you went on a year ago with Yuta before he regained his special grade status, and after a particularly difficult battle that had you carrying him back to campus, you had filled the report out while he got treated by Shoko. But your own exhaustion had caught up to you at that point, and you remember your handwriting had gotten so sloppy that you tossed it into the trash and resolved to write it in the morning anew.

His name barely even looks like a word— like your hand stumbled through the strokes of the first character— your own name isn't even legible.

A small breath of amusement leaves your lips, "I thought I threw this away, what did you do? Go digging around in the trash?"

He reaches over, his hand ghosting over his name in your writing. "Ms. Shoko thought you left it, so she gave it to me."

That amusement turns into a laugh you can't quite control as his eyes soften, "And you kept it? You can barely even read your name!"

"Oh, and what's this—" Picking up the folded tissue, you carefully unfold it only to reveal a pick stain on the inside. "Eh?"

He notices your confusion, his voice a little breathy, "Its your lipstick, when we went out to celebrate my return, you wiped it off before eating."

"Really? I don't even know what colour this one is."

"Its the one with the red gradient on the bottle," He answers quickly.

"You remember that too?" Laughing, you fold it back up before continuing to look through the box.

There's some hair ties, the other half of earrings you swore you'd never see again, an empty bottle of nail strengthener, small things you wouldn't even think twice about. You're certain that if he had never left, this box would have been overrun with more of your stuff. At least now you know how he managed to figure out the specific brands you use.

As you take out a note you had written for him, your fingertips graze against a bit of fabric. You don't recognise the material, its too smooth to be part of your uniform and a little too thick to be from a scrap of your tights.

"Wait, please don't—"

The moment you pull it out, the familiar strawberry patterned fabric has you at a loss. Turning to face him, it feels as if a dark shadow has fallen upon your face.

"….Yū-chan."

A heavy flush has spread across his face, those dark eyes wet and trembling. With a pitiful expression, Yuta weakly whispered, "I'm sorry."

You don't speak, only staring at him, strawberry print underwear in hand. Squirming beneath your gaze, he shifts between you and the offending item all the while his ears grow hotter and hotter.

"Why did you have to take this one!? This one isn't even cute!" Sighing, you throw it at him. He just barely catches it before fumbling with it. Your face half twisted with a grimace, half fighting a smile, all you can do is whine, "If you wanted my underwear you could've just asked, I would have given you a better pair."

"Who would ask for something like this so blatantly?" He baulks.

"You could have!"

"Wouldn't you have complained if I took one of your favourite ones?"

An incredulous huff leaves your lips. "Yeah but at least I'd be pleased to know my boyfriend has good taste when I eventually find out."

Still a little aggrieved, you ignore the delighted smile that's already made its way onto your face, further ignoring the warmth at the tip of your ears when he takes your hands into his.

"Its still yours, whether its cute or not doesn't really matter to me," His voice is soft, as if you're angry over something that actually matters and not that he took your ugliest pair of underwear.

All the fight in you just fizzles out, blankly staring at the red piece of clothing on the floor. A thought, once fleeting but now undeniably taking over your brain, surfaces.

You know if that you had as many of his things as he does yours— when all you have are pens he's used, a stray button from his white jacket, shoe laces you hastily untied, a fork he once ate from— you would probably be doing something with them. But even though he's admitted to some rather odd desires, none of them have been particularly vulgar so the idea of your pure-hearted boyfriend even doing anything remotely similar to what you're thinking of is a little foreign.

Still a little dazed, you blurt out, "Since you have this kind of thing, have you ever… you know?"

"Eh-?! I—no! I mean, yes!" Spluttering, his face fully erupts with embarrassment. His hands letting go of yours and fluttering around as if unsure as to where to put them.

"Don't sound so embarrassed! You've already shown all this to me so there's no point getting all shy." You move closer, crowding yourself against him to cut off any chance of his escape.

Up close, those wide, dark eyes quiver. He's too cute when he gets all like this, its been so long since you've seen him like this, the last time was probably before he left. Now, knowing that such a cute expression will only ever be because of you only makes you press yourself closer.

Quietly, he murmurs something under his breath, his face getting impossibly redder.

"Huh?"

He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear as he repeats himself.

In the short time between not knowing his answer and knowing it, your ears have gotten so hot that it felt like you were overheating. Pulling yourself away from him, you can't help the sheer astonishment that crawls onto your face.

"MY STUDENT ID?!"

"I don't even look good when I took that photo! I look like I'm going to lose custody of my imaginary children!" You continue. "How do you even do it?"

Still, a vibrant laugh leaves your lips as you collapse into him, "Yū-chan, you're really a pure pervert!"

Sidled up in his embrace, you can feel him wrap his arms around you, your two forms pressed tightly on the wooden floors. Though still a little embarrassed, he still tries to explain himself. "I didn't have any other photos of you at the time, you only sent me blurry photos of food and Maki only sent me photos from the side."

A small snort escapes you, the smile on your face only getting wider when you hear that. When you look up, you find him looking at you with that glimmer in his eyes again, still flushed.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't flattered. To think all these things can mean so much to him, that even the ghost of your touch is enough for him, the remnants of your features enough to keep him going, you never thought he was this cute.

"How did you even manage to get all this stuff?" You murmur against his chest, the rhythm of his heart beating steadily in your ears. "All I managed to take was your sageo."

Helplessly yet with a sense of satisfaction, Yuta hums, "Senpai, you aren't very good at remembering where you put things."

"But its amazing that you managed to undo the ties so quickly."

"You knew?"

A shy smile spreads across his face as he describes your past actions, "I watched you through the door, you sounded so excited to take it that I couldn't stop you."

"I should take your underwear as compensation," Your voice pitches higher, clearly joking.

Yuta doesn't take it as a joke.

Instead, he leads you to his closet and presents a drawer filled with socks and underwear to you as if giving up sacred blessings. And you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, eagerly looking through the whole drawer and closet like a kid in a candy store.

You pinch bomber jacket sleeves between your fingers and run your hands along the multiple pairs of white jackets. When you bring up a t-shirt to your form, he only smiles and calls you cute. It is during this moment that you continue to catch onto that weird smell, lingering in the air every time you take off and put back his clothes.

Without warning, you bury your face into a white uniform jacket, inhaling deeply. "Did you change your detergent?"

"Eh, ah..." Watching you sniff his clothes, he rubs the back of his neck as he thinks. "I don't think so?"

"Your clothes smell weird, actually your room smells weird." You take another sniff, your face twisting in confusion as your mind races with what it could possibly be from. As if to check something, you bring a pair of briefs to your nose as well, finding no smell there.

"There's this powdery smell, like makeup."

After that description, he seems to understand what you mean. In a hidden corner of the closet, he digs out a small glass vial. Your throat goes dry when you read the words printed on it, and when you look up, your lips part as your heart grows louder in your chest.

He meets your gaze intently, his lashes fluttering. "I saved up to buy a small bottle of your perfume so I could spray it when I missed you."

"Yū-chan," You smile, stepping closer into his presence as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He used to get so shy every time you got near to him, flushing and jumping every time you helped correct his form or taught him how to better channel his cursed energy. You always thought he looked like an anxious puppy brought home for the first time, so much so that even Kirara called you out on it.

Now, he instinctively holds onto your waist, bringing you closer so that even the lightest breath sends a shiver down your spine. Your lips fleetingly brush against each other as that familiar smell that you have come to so adore fills your senses.

You just can't help it, he's just way too cute.

"How am I supposed to control myself when you're so cute?"