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Fandoms I write for:
Jujutsu Kaisen <- Primary Fandom
My Hero Academia
Demon Slayer
CoD (Keep in mind I'm just a simp for the characters, and I've never actually played the games, though it is on my wishlist!)
ASOIAF Universe
Ghostface (Not a particular iteration, just the character as a whole)
James Cameron's Avatar, as well as Avatar: Frontier's of Pandora
Avatar: The Last Airbender. ONLY for the aged-up characters seen in the new movie.
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Bakugou Katsuki was good at many things. Staying up late, however, wasnāt one of them. The man is a morning bird that raises with the sun, and once it went down, so did he. He struggled to stay up past 9 pm, and if he was awake when the clock struck ten, he was miserable. So, when he and you were holed up at his agency until midnight, tackling the pile of paperwork heād been neglecting, the formidable hero resembled a walking corpse by the time yāall left.
āWatch it, babe,ā you chided as you placed a hand on Katsukiās shoulder, trying to prevent him from walking into another light post.
A nasty bump was already forming from his run-in with the first one, and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing at your grumpy lover. Luckily, his head was extra hard, so you didnāt have to worry about him being concussed.
He sidled a glare at you, though he let your hand linger on his muscular shoulder. āIām fine.ā
You snorted, mentally cheering when your luxury apartment building came into view. āCouldāve fooled me.ā
Your boyfriend grumbled something under his breath. You didnāt bother deciphering it, instead focusing on keeping him awake as you rode up the elevator. You discovered long ago that standing up wouldnāt deter him from falling asleep. No, the man was like a horse, possessing the ability to sleep in any position when tired enough.
You were thankful that neither of you was scheduled to patrol that day, as office attire is far easier to remove than hero gear, a fact Katsuki quickly took advantage of. The moment you two crossed the threshold of the bedroom, his clothes were coming off. You admired his athletic physique as you undressed, your boyfriendās form the result of years of hard work. Scars littered his well-built body, evidence of all the battles heād survived.Ā
Ā āWhere are you going?ā Katsuki questioned with a frown as he settled on the bed, a pair of boxers being the only thing preserving his modesty.
āI have to brush my teeth,ā you answered as you picked up the discarded clothing, intending to throw them in the bathroomās hamper.
He made a sound of protest and reached toward you, the childish gesture making you smile. āDo it in the morning. I wanna sleep.ā
āThen sleep,ā you said with a giggle.
He was especially needy when he was tired. You found such a big, strong hero becoming a whiny mess adorable, all because he wanted to cuddle as he drifted off.Ā
āNot without you,ā he complained.
With speed his tired body shouldnāt possess, he hopped out of the bed and advanced toward you, throwing you over his shoulder once you were in armās reach. You gasped as he effortlessly lifted you, the clothes in your clutch falling back to the floor.
āKatsuki,ā you squealed as he carried you to the bed, flailing your legs in a futile attempt to be released. āPut me down!ā
āNo,ā he said as settled onto the mattress.
He kept his arms around you and positioned the two of you to his liking, only satisfied when his hard chest pressed against your back.
āKatsuki, I need to brush my teeth,ā you reminded him as his breathing began to even off. āMy breath stinks.ā
āThatās why youāre facing away, idiot,ā he mumbled, the exhaustion in his voice persuading you to give in.
āWhatever,ā you huffed as you shifted closer, letting your eyes flutter shut. āJust donāt complain when my morning breath is extra brutal.ā
Izuku was a passionate man. He couldnāt help but give it his all when he cared about something. Itād been that way since he was a child, just discovering his love for heroes. And once he entered U.A., his drive to follow in All-Mightās steps only added fuel to the fire, his improved abilities only making him surer of himself. By the time he graduated as a member of the Big Three, a level of cockiness had taken hold of him.
A decade later, his confidence made him unrecognizable from the stammering boy he once was, his passion being one of the few traits they still shared.
That stammering boy wouldāve been a blushing mess during your interview, barely able to get words out to find out if youād be a good fit as his secretary. That boy wouldāve never been brazen enough to admire the way your button-up hugged your breasts and the way the tight mid-skirt complimented your curves, nor would he have the social skills to make you feel more comfortable.
No, he wouldāve had to be the one who was comforted.Ā
But the man that Izuku had become was adept enough to reassure you and had enough confidence to boldly pursue you when you were unable to leave his head. He had no issue buying lunch for you when he noticed how often you skipped it, nor did he see anything wrong with giving the sidekick always chatting you up more patrol hours.
The guy had been slacking up, anyway, and the additional experience would help him in the long term. And it was easier than taking disciplinary actions.
Perhaps his crowning achievement was being able to ask you out, and making the date so enjoyable, that he was able to woo you into his bed.
The moment his tongue licked along your slit, your heavenly-tasting slick coating his tastebuds, he knew he couldnāt let you go. And when he saw how easily you took his cock, the way your walls clenched around him with every thrust, he felt like you were made just for him.
The boy Izuku had once been wouldāve never made it this far, nor would he know how to handle you, and the thought of getting you pregnant after the first date wouldāve been unfathomable.
But he wasnāt that boy anymore; he was a man that knew what he wanted. He already couldnāt imagine himself with anyone else, and the thought of another man having you made him murderous.
You were his now, after all. And that would only be solidified when you were swollen with his child, an expensive rock on your finger as you lounged around his condo. Heād be happy taking care of you both, allowing you to be his perfect little housewife.
He was sure that the two of you were a match made in heaven, and he intended to honor the cosmos by never letting you go.
Akaza and Douma cannot stand each other. Theyāre complete opposites in almost every way, especially when it comes to their treatment of women. Akaza believes them to be untouchable, while Douma thinks that the most delectable flesh comes from beautiful young women.
However, they do have a single thing in common. Both men are huge fans of worshipping their partnerās body, in their own unique ways.
You see, both demonās ideology steams from their adoration for women. Douma, being an egotistic hedonist, indulges his love for them by devouring their bodies, in my ways than one.
Given his sadistic streak, he adores blending pain and pleasure together. Heāll tie you up to make sure you canāt run from him, and when heās feeling particularly cruel, he may blindfold you, so you wonāt be able to guess his next move. The one thing heāll never do, though, is gag you. He adores hearing your noises too much for that. He likes seeing you be pathetic, so heās a huge fan of edging. Heāll play with you until youāre on the brink of orgasm, then stop his motions until youāre begging for him to let you cum. And once he does, he switches from edging to overstimulation. Heās a demon with stamina a human can only dream of, and heāll keep going until youāre sobbing for him to stop. Often, you two are at it until the sun is peaking over the horizon.
And if you make him upset, he has an array of paddles and whips to spank you with.
On the flip side, Akaza despises the idea of inflicting pain onto women, making them completely off-limits when it comes to killing. When it comes to sex, heāll treat you like the most precious thing in the world and draw orgasm after orgasm from you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions, so sex is his way of showing his love for you.
The only way heāll taste a woman is when he goes down on her, and like any good munch, heāll be licking and sucking for a while. His favorite way to eat you is when youāre resting on your forearms, ass propped in the air, and pussy on display. It gives him a great view of your glistening folds and throbbing clit, and when your pussy starts to get too sensitive from coming too many times, heāll allow his tongue to venture to your ass. As taboo as it is, it makes you feel good, which is all he cares about. He doesnāt look like Sukuna for nothing.
Only when youāre well-prepared will he fuck you. Heās inhumanly large, and if you arenāt well-stretched and very lubricated, you have no hope of taking him. Heāll refuse to fuck you if your pussy isnāt dripping with your juices because God forbid that he hurts you.Ā Thereās a reason those pants are baggy.Ā
Not only is his dick inhumane in size, but in appearance, too. His shaft has bulging veins and ridges that offer you some delicious stimulation. Instead of doming off, his cockhead is more of a pointed tip, providing you with a unique sensation as he pounds into you. His unique additions make him even harder to take. But though the stretch may be a little painful, once youāre adjusted, heāll have you drooling and cock drunk in no time.
Simon āGhostā Rileyās mask is an integral part of who he was. He could count on one hand the number of living people who saw him without it, and he wasnāt keen on adding to that number. To see him without his trademark skull mask was an honor, only reserved for a special few. He donned it not only to protect his identity, but as an affirmation that heād conquered his childhood fears.
He only takes it off on very few occasions. There are obvious ones, like brushing his teeth or taking a shower. But those everyday activities are the rare exception, as the thing is practically a part of him.
His favorite exception, though, is when heās eating pussy.
Simon is a man with many vices, and sex is one of them. He uses it as escapism. This makes him somewhat of a selfish lover, but fret not, heās a munch. He eats it for his pleasure, not only yours.
He adores the taste of your cunt, and the sounds he draws from you as he slurps up your juices are a tremendous ego boost. Contrary to his usual silence, heās vocal in the bedroom. Heās not afraid to moan, and he will do so while tongue fucking you. The longer he feasts, the more worked up he gets. If both his hands are occupied, heād just hump the mattress for some relief, his large body making the bed shake.
Now, just because he eats it, doesnāt mean youād see his face. If itās a causal arrangement, youāre going to be blindfolded as he goes down on you. If you tug on the blindfold, then your wrists will be bound over your head.
He has no tolerance for insubordination, so if you try to infringe on the boundaries heās set, prepared to get edged until youāre begging for release. Secretly, he loves when youāre disobedient. He enjoys putting you back in your place and having you completely at his mercy gets him painfully hard.
Itās a bonus that he gets to lap at your pussy for longer.
It is accepted that Jujutsu Kaisen has some of the finest men in anime. Every single one is excellently crafted, practically designed to make people simp in mass. They all vary in personalities and looks, and attract different kinds of folk. However, I believe that every JJK man has six things in common.
They all have high walls built around them.
These men have been through unimaginable trauma, the result of leading a lifestyle where violence is a requirement, and too much goodness is a hindrance. Any stranger is deemed a threat, and even if you prove you arenāt dangerous, theyāll keep you at arms length. Itād take a lot of work for them to open up to you, and even longer to make things official. But once they finally trust you enough to make you theirsā¦
Theyāll die to protect you.
This doesnāt need much explanation. Once they get comfortable around you, theyāll defend you at a moments notice. And when the two of you start dating, you have not only a partner, but a bodyguard thatād do anything to protect you. Anyone who looks at you wrong, says a snide comment, gets too close, etc., theyād be lucky to only escape with a nasty look or a verbal warning. God helps anyone who lays a hand on you, because their subscription to life will be violently revoked.
They have praise kinks.
Their trauma has created no small amount of self doubt, endless pondering over what they couldāve done different to prevent the tragedies theyāve endured. Thus, a little praise goes a long way. Tell them how theyāre, āSo good to you,ā and itād have them melting, even if they try to play coy. Call them a good boy, theyāll love it even if they get flustered. Praise the way they fuck you or eat you out, and theyād nearly cum on the spot. Likewise, theyād praise you every chance they get, saying how good you feel, or well you take them, how you deserve the special treatment they give you.
Sex with them would be mind-altering.
Did I really need to explain? One round with them, you could never fuck anyone else. Youād be crawling back for seconds, thirds, and fourths. Pride? You donāt know her, because that prevents you from getting that precious dick.
Theyāre all munches
To them, going down on their partners is one of lifeās simple pleasure, a huge ego boost. It is an erotic, intimate action, and the ultimate act of devotion. They could stay between your legs for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you with their sinfully talented mouth. Theyāll do their best to slurp up every drop of your juices, going on and on about how good it tastes. Even your ass isnāt off limits to their tongues, as their primary focus is giving you pleasure. Itās just a bonus that they adore giving oral.
They all want to breed their partners
Okay, possibly controversial take, but I feel like theyād go feral if they had a chance to breed you. Marking you from the inside gives them a pleasure words canāt describe, even if pregnancy isnāt possible. But in that moment, theyāre lost in the fantasy of filling you with their seed. A child growing inside you would be the ultimate show of ownership, and they salivate over the thought of milk spewing from your nipples as your belly swells with their baby.
Gojo was spiraling. An incident earlier in his day had thrown him off his axis, brining back unwanted memories of Megumiās sperm donor. You, a cute foreign girl whose name he didnāt even know, had bypassed his infinity. You were walking down the street without paying attention, a recipe for disaster. Yet, heād been the one who suffered the consequences, as youād bumped into him, running straight into his chest without his barrier stopping you. You apologized profusely, but he barely registered your words, focused on something else entirely.
Youād bypassed his infinity.
You. Bypassed. His. Infinity!
Under normal circumstances, he wouldāve dismissed his apologies and flirted, maybe bagging your number and fucking you before you returned to wherever you hailed from. Instead, itād taken everything in him not to throw you into the nearest building, and wordlessly walk away from you. The incident had been brief, but it had yet to leave his mind. He regretted letting you go, wishing heād instead taken you to the school to be interrogated.
Yet, that was a mistake easily remedied. He was going to track you downāa feat that may be difficultāand force you to explain yourself. If you turned out to be a threat, heād deal with you without hesitation.
Cute or not, he wouldnāt let such a massive danger to himself roam freely.
Thinking about SingleFather!Nanami who after Haibara died, drowned himself in women to try to ease the pain. After all, Gojo and Geto always said how good sex felt, and he needed a pick me up.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who panics when his sneaky link tells him her periodās late. He rushed over to her place, pregnancy tests in hand.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who paces outside of the bathroom as she takes the tests, whose world comes to a halt when every single one is positive. He nearly had a panic attack when his FWB was adamant about not getting an abortion, and when changing her mind doesnāt work, he stormed out.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who ghosted his FWB for a week, until his conscious gets the better of him, and he calls her up.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who swears to be present in the childās life, who tries to attend every appointment.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who pulls away from the world of Jujutsu, already deciding his childās life is more important than a thankless duty.
SingleFather!Nanami who only finds out his FWB had a heart condition when it was too late, going into shock when he finds out she died during the delivery.Ā Hedoesnāt see his baby for two days, too busy mourning the woman heād formed a bond with.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who first meets his daughter when he has to name you. When he holds you, your tiny hand clings to his fingers, melting his heart and making him swear to himself that heād play both roles.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who is a worry wort over you. He reads parenting book after parenting book, frets every time something is slightly wrong with you, has more sleepless nights monitoring his baby girl than due to you screaming your little head off.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who doesnāt leave your side for the first six months, living off savings he stored away when he was a sorcerer.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who cries when you say, āDada,ā as your first word.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who rues to leave your side when money starts to dwindle, forcing him to work again. He takes as many jobs as possible to support you, whilst also going to college and caring for a baby. Itās stressful, but he does it to give you a good life.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who nearly trips over himself to get his camera when you take your first steps.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who fights back tears when he drops his daughter off during your first day of school. Heās so emotional, you have to comfort him.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who canāt help but narrow his eyes at the little boy who kissed his baby girlās cheek when he picks you up. Youāre too young for boys, after all!Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who helps with every assignment, signs you up for whatever club you want, attends every recital, play, etc. Rather your performance is good or bad, they will be recorded, he will fawn over you, and he will give you pointers if you feel the need to improve.
SingleFather!Nanami who catches the attention of many of the mothers, much to the dismay of their husbands.Ā When he starts to get a little lonely, he starts to entertain a few of the single mothers.
SingleFather!Nanami who swears off sex and dating, after a girlfriend hit you.
SingleFather!Nanami who often thinks about when his daughter was small, and gets a little teary eyed.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who canāt help but feel dread when you start puberty earlier than expected.Ā After getting over his initial panic, he starts prepping for your first period, and takes it upon himself to buy you book after book about puberty and periods.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami whose interest in Malaysia is piqued when you start gushing about the countryās nature, especially the Sarawak Chamber and Taman Negara.Ā He makes it a life goal to take you to Malaysia one day.Ā
Ā SingleFather!Nanami who returns to sorcery when you confide in him that you see strange things.Ā Still, hetries to keep you hidden from the higher ups and Gojo, not wanting the sordid world of Jujutsu sorcery to reach you.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who reluctantly introduces you to Gojo when the manās stalking revealed your existence.Ā He canāt help but feel jealous when he sees how much you take to Gojo. He glared at the strongest when he insisted you call him Uncle, after promising to teach you cool things your father couldnāt.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who almost catches a felony when a group of teenage boys catcalls you. You may look older than most girls your age, but that doesnāt give them the right to harass you. After dealing with those lowlifes, he comforts you, and starts teaching you self-defense.
SingleFather!Nanami who gladly signs you up for martial arts classes, and attends every tournament and competition. When Gojo finds out, he insists on tagging along, and cheers even louder than the blond.
SingleFather!Nanami who wanted to take you trick-or-treating as he does every year. Instead, heās forced to report to Shibuya, and canāt help but feel envy when you go with some friends instead.Ā He swears heāll bring you back buckets of candy to make it up.
SingleFather!Nanami who fights his hardest to return back to you, but still canāt escape Jogoās flames.Ā
SingleFather!Nanami who canāt help but shed some tears when Mahito gets the best of him, knowing heād never be able to see you again.
SingleFather!Nanami who confides in Yuuji that he has a daughter, sharing your name with him.Ā His dying request is that the boy be there for his baby girl. The relief he feels when his student agrees is indescribable.
SingleFather!Nanami who still dies with a smile on his face, knowing that even though you lost a father, your new big brother would do everything possible to protect you.
Yuta didnāt mean to start stalking you. Really, it was a complete accident. His crush on youāa kind upperclassmenāhad turned into an obsession he couldnāt shake. Friendly glances turned into longing stares. A bypassing thought turned into incessant fantasies. Regular concern for your safety turned into worrying when you werenāt in his sights. Wondering if you were single turned into murderous jealousy at the thought of someone else having you.
So much so, that discovering your crush on Gojo-Sensei had him annoyed with the strongest sorcerer for weeks.
Yuta couldnāt help but want you. Really, it was your fault heād become so obsessed. Youād been a sweetheart to him when heād first arrived at Jujutsu Tech, encouraging him every step of the way, offering to train him when you had time. He shouldnāt have taken it personally, because you were eager to help all of your underclassmen. You wanted them to reach their fullest potential, and more importantly, stay safe. Your mentorship and fretting sparked pesky feelings in Yuta, feelings he thought would only be reserved for Rika.
Plus, your pretty smiles, soft body, lively eyesā¦all of it made you into the total package.
Youād proven his notion wrong, making him feel like an elementary student dealing with his first crush. He desperately wanted you, and Yuta would employ any means necessary to have you in his clutches. After all, he was the strongest now, second to none.
And maybe, his new body would make you more partial to his love.
Typically, Higuruma Hiromi didnāt go for younger women. Then again, he rarely dated, but when he did, it was almost always someone his age or older. He had no desire for kids of his own and liked being with someone on his level. Most importantly, older women mightāve had some baggage, but most were mature enough not to bring drama into a relationship. They knew what they wanted and had no time for games.
And yetāfucking yetāa woman a decade his junior was haunting his thoughts.
Over a decade younger, actually. Twelve years to be exact, twenty-four to his thirty-six. You were the firmās brand-new secretary, insisted upon by Shimizu. You were her friendās little sister. They needed help, and you needed a job after your last office assistant gig fired you. It shouldāve worked out perfectly, but since you waltzed into the building with a too-tight skirt and a shirt button too low, he knew you were trouble.
Minus your ageāand your distracting attireāyou checked all the boxes he normally looked for in a woman. You were laid-back yet hard-working, funny yet concentrated, always showed up fresh-eyed and bushy-tailed, and worst of all, you were exactly his type physically.
Put simply, you tickled Hiromiās fancy, and he wanted to fuck you. He blamed it on his self-induced dry spell. He reasoned his attraction stemmed from being one of two women around him regularly, and Shimizu was like a sister to him. You shouldāve been, too, but the way his cock twitched whenever youād bent over to retrieve a file or how heād catch himself smiling when you laughed or how he fantasized about pinning you down and ravishing youā¦yeah, there was nothing platonic about how he thought of you.
The worst part? You had a goddamn boyfriend.
Huffing, Hiromi turned in his bed, trying to fall asleep. As usual, he had an early morning, and his latest case was a tough one. But thoughts of your brand-new red set kept him awake, and the glimpse of your black lacy bra haunted him. He felt like a fucking teenager, horny over something so minor, yet just the thought made him hard.
Damn it all to hell.
No, damn you. You may have been young, but you should know what was and wasnāt appropriate attire for the workplace. You were twenty-four, not stupid.
The more he thought of you, the harder he got. Growling, he gave up on sleeping, sitting up and grabbing his phone. Unlocking it, he scrolled to one of the pictures heād secretly snapped of you when your back had been turned, and Shimizu was out of the office. It captured your perfect ass, the roundness of it on full display because you were bending over to pick up a file, too dumb to be aware that your boss was watching.
Luckily, heād purchased a SIM card on a trip abroad after breaking his previous one. It was an inconvenience then, but a blessing now, as it meant the phone no longer had an unmutable shutter sound, leaving him free to creep. A part of him felt guilty for infringing on your privacy like that, but a growing part of him just didnāt give a damn.
And that, more than anything, made him resent you. Because, if not for you, his morals wouldnāt have been shaken from their very foundation.
āGoddamn you,ā he said to the picture, freeing his cock from the confines of his pajama pants with his free hand.
He traced the curve of your ass with a calloused thumb, his breath hitching as he started to stroke himself. It was pathetic, really, this obsession he had with you. But the hunger gnawed at him, worsening by the day. And at that moment, the hunger demanded that he jerk off to a picture he took without your knowledge.
Hiromiās eyes glued to your backside, he rubbed his thumb over his aching tip and leaking a slit, a hiss leaving him at the sensation. He was so sensitive, the consequences of having neglected himself sexually for so long.
Taking one last look at the picture, he put his phone aside and closed his eyes, imagining it was your softer, more delicate hand touching him. Just the thought nearly made him finish on the spot, but he wasnāt ready for his late-night jerk-off session to end. Instead, he gritted his teeth and kept going, his grip on himself tightening as he conjured up a fantasy of you beneath him on his work desk, mewling as he drilled into you. He thought of how your skin would feel against his, how snug your cunt would be, how heād please you better than the guy you were seeing. Heād show you the difference between a boy and a man.
Thinking of fucking you turned out to be the wrong line of thought, as within seconds, he was spilling in his hand, soiling his pajama and sheets with how much cum spewed from him. In the end, he was left with a sticky mess thatād have to be cleaned, all because you refused to leave his mind.
Naoya Zenāin couldnāt pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you. He just knew that one day, little Naoya woke up and saw you, and something clicked into place. He liked-liked you. By all measures, you were his first crush, and over the years, his feelings hadnāt gone away. Quite the opposite, because as you two grew older, his feelings grew stronger. He knew in his bones that one day, youād be his. He hadnāt known how, didnāt know when, and wasnāt against using some underhanded methods. Luckily, he hadnāt had to resort to that, because you hand in marriage was his 25th birthday present.
His father wanted him to choose a wife now that he was a quarter through life, and seeing your name amid the list of options made his choice a no-brainer. And those above were smiling down on him, because your parents, your rich, ambitious, greedy, foreign parents, agreed to the match. Youād gone from his crush to his betrothed, and he couldnāt be happier. And in two hours, youād be his wife.
Or, that was the plan, if you hadnāt decided to run away hours before the wedding.
What you thought to accomplish with your little stunt, he didnāt know. What he did know was that heād find you, and when he did, heād drag you back kicking and screaming.
You were his now, and youād just have to learn to live with that fact.
***
To an outsider, the Zenāin compound wouldnāt be easy to escape. It was a labyrinth of tight corridors and too many fucking rooms, but youād been going there since you were a little girl. You knew how to navigate the hallways, and most importantly, how to find the passageways meant for servants. Naoya had always been a raging fuckhead, and as a child, heād insist on dragging you around, no matter your opinion on the matter. At the time, it was annoying. Now, that was key in your escape.
If your parents had listened to you, you wouldnāt have needed to take such drastic measures. But, they hadnāt, and instead of rejecting the proposal of the Zenāin clan, they forced you to go ahead with the marriage. But the joke was on them, because you had escaped hours before your wedding. Ironically, after being under lock and key for months leading up to the event, your leash loosened as the dreaded event loomed. And in the bustle of the final preparations and guests arriving, slipping out had been easier than expected. All it took was a change of clothes, and people assumed you were a servant, not the bride-to-be.
An upside of servant clothes was that they were easier to move in than your wedding attire. They were made to be practical, whereas your formal get-up was made to look pretty. By now, you were sure people noticed you were gone, but you didnāt care. Youād made it to the woods surrounding the Zenāin estate. All thereās left to do is find a road, follow it, get to a town, then get the hell out of dodge. Easier said than done, but you had hope. Maybe it was naĆÆve to think you could outrun one of the most powerful clans in the country, but youād never know if you didnāt try.
The humid summer air made the simple kimono cling to your skin. The leaves rustled as you ran, your frantic footfalls disturbing the forestās undergrowth. Each time a twig snapped, you flinched, fearing that the sound didnāt come from you. Low-hanging branches hit you in your face, but you didnāt care about the sting left behind. You cared about freedom, and that made you push on, your primal urge for autonomy propelling you forward.
But in the end, outrunning one of the fastest sorcerers in existence was a foolās errand.
A yelp left you as you were tackled to the ground, pain radiating through your skull as your head hit a rock. But that was second to the horrifying realization that your escape attempt had come to an end. When you were flipped over and came face-to-face with Naoyaās grinning face, you couldnāt stop the tears that spilled.
āNone of that, now,ā he whispered, swiping at your cheeks. āCertainly youād know that Iād catch you.ā
You wanted to scream, to cuss, to beg for mercy, but you knew no good would come of it. Physically overpowering Naoya wasnāt possible, and he wasnāt one to care about a womanās autonomy. So, as he hauled you up, all you could do was cry and curse yourself for not being faster.
Every little choice you make has the potential to affect the very course of your future. Asking someone how theyāre doing may prevent them from ending their own life. Deciding to ask a stranger for directions can lead to meeting your soulmate. Waking up too late can save you from being a victim of a brutal attack. Accepting a drink from a stranger can lead to you being kidnapped and sold. Driving your car just a little too fast can result in you dying a fiery death.Ā
Making little choices that alter your life and that of those around you is the very basis of the butterfly effect. Your actions always have consequences, after all.
Suguru Geto was now learning this the hard way. Not answering a few texts, rejecting some invitations to hang out, and missing a few days of school seemed like minor choices. He hadnāt been in the right headspace for the past few weeks. Rikoās death had impacted him, and every day, he regretted not allowing Satoru to slaughter those fucking twisted cultists.
Their applause continued to echo through his head, the memory of the way they rejoiced at the death of an innocent girl never failing to sicken him.
Heād thought nothing of taking time to himself to cope and intended to make it up to every single one of his friends. You, most especially. Heād begun to long for the feeling of you in his arms and planned to treat you to a date night to apologize for his absence.
But actions have consequences, and the consequence for his was seeing Satoru flaunt you around the school. Unlike him, the heir of the Gojo clan had no reservations about showing you off to the world.
And why wouldnāt he? You were so quick-witted, a living challenge to the idea that pretty girls couldnāt be intelligent or capable. Your cursed energy could turn explosive, and he delighted in seeing the sadistic smile on your gorgeous face as you blew up 1st-grade curses with ease. You werenāt from a major clan, but you were from an upper-middle-class family of sorcerers thatād traveled the world, making you miles more experienced than most of your peers.
Ā Your knowledge was something he loved about you, and your technique was something he admired about you. He adored seeing you high off adrenaline and caught up in a battle, how light your laugh sounded, the way your pretty eyes gleamed. The nature of your technique made you destructive, and you embraced that wholeheartedly.
Youād been the yin to his yang, and he allowed you to slip through his fingers.
Suguru hadnāt wanted to broadcast your relationship, not ready to fully commit to you. He was a part of the strongest duo, and that came with a lot of responsibility, which allowed little room for love.
Or, so it had seemed, as Satoru seemed to be juggling the two just fine. Because unlike him, Satoru had taken Rikoās death as a testament to how short life was and didnāt hesitate to take his chance with you.
He regretted not adhering to your pleas to publicly claim you, and anger would flare inside of him every time he wondered how long you held feelings for Satoru.Ā Surely, his time away from you wasnāt enough for your feeling to fade away.
But either you were a damned good actress, or youād truly fallen out of love with him, and transferred your feeling to his white-haired friend. The two of you were caught up in your own little world, giggling as Shoko looked at you and Satoru in disgust. Watching the two of you was sickeningly sweet, and whereas the brunette seemed repulsed by your bountiful PDA, it only made Suguru bitter.
It should be him holding you, not Satoru. The man already had everything, being blessed in every way imaginable. He had looks, money, power, and a stupidly large personality. Surely, it wouldnāt be too much to let Suguru have you? If anything, you should be his reward for all heās gone through, not another thing heās lost.
Satoru brushed his lips over yours, and though the kiss was chaste, it was too much for Suguru to bear. Were you trying to make him jealous, allowing your exās friend to be so handsy with you?
As Shoko faked a gag, Suguru shot from his seat. His friends look at him in confusion, while you merely rolled your eyes. When you look at him, there was no bitterness or satisfaction in your gaze. No, it was worse with that, as your eyes held no discernable feelings for him. It was a far cry from the way you looked at Satoru, so full of affection, the same you way used to look at him.
āYou good, bro?ā Satoru questioned; his arm wrapped around your shoulders.
No, he wasnāt, and his best friend was part of the reason why. He never gave much thought to the flirty comments Satoru aimed your way, because thatās just who Satoru is, a flirt. He thought it was just playful banter, not that he was expressing his true feelings for you.
How wrong heād been.
āIām fine,ā he gritted out, gathering his things.
He could tell none of you believed him, but he didnāt care. He needed to get away from you and Satoru before he did something heād regret.
āWhere are you going?ā Shoko asked, twirling the stick she kept in her mouth.
To find a curse to brutally kill. He needed a way to release his jealous rage.
āI have something to do.ā
āOh, wait, before you go, weāre going out tonight,ā Satoru revealed, gently stroking your back as you leaned against him. āWanna come?ā
And see you all dolled up, wrapped around Satoru, and pretending he didnāt exist? Heād have to pass.
āIāll see.ā
āOh, cāmon,ā you whined, finally acknowledging him. āWe havenāt hung out in so long!ā
He had to hold back a scoff at your faux concern. If you really did care, you wouldāve waited for him until he was ready to come back to you.
āā¦Iāll think about it.ā
āIāll text you the deets,ā you said, ignoring his hesitance as you pulled your phone from your pocket.
Nodding, he began to walk away, stopping when his phone buzzed. His eyes widened at your message.
You: Stop being a little bitch and text Satoru back. He misses you.
You: I know youāve seen them.
He quickly put his phone away, worried heād throw the device if he stared at your texts much longer. Of course, you didnāt miss him. No, you were only concerned about Satoru.
Turning back, he shot you a glare, but your focus was again on Satoru. Not even Shoko noticed him, too concerned about making fun of you two.
Not bothering to hide his soured expression, he stomped away. Maybe he would go out tonight, just to put a damper on yours. Perhaps, heād find a pretty thing to cuddle up with as you had with his best friend, though he doubted heād elicit a reaction from you. Regardless, he needed some way to get the bitterness out of his system, and fucking it out might just be the best release possible.
So, as he stomped away, he fired off a text to Satoru to let him know heād be in attendance.
There's an ongoing discussion on the page of my lord and savior @envy-of-the-apple about what fem!Gojo would be like. The general theme is that due to the sexism of jujutsu society, she'd be crueler and more ruthless. I agree with this stance, and this spawned a thought in my horny brain: what would she be like sexually? Obviously, she'd be a repressed bisexual like canon Gojo, but unlike canon Gojo, it wouldn't exactly be by choice.
The Gojo we know and love is still hung up on Geto, and closes himself off to other people for a myriad of reasons. It's the burden of being the strongest, but being a man means he could be a thot if he chose to. Fem!Gojo, however, wouldn't have the luxury of choice. Her clan would have her on a tighter leash, and her enemies would use little things like who she fucks against her. She sees regular people as beneath her, and other sorcerers expect too much when she grants them the time of day.
Thus, her sexual frustration isn't exactly a choice, and makes her more brutal in all aspects, including sex. Gentleness is weakness, so she's a rough lover who's focused more on her pleasure. When she sets her sights on someone, she's not above using underhanded methods to get what she wants, something you learn the hard way.
In this AU, Itadori doesn't become Sukuna's vessel. He's still his descendant, but he doesn't eat the finger. When his grandpa dies, the parents of one of his best friends take him in, allowing him to live a normal life. How does that relate to you? Because you're Sukuna's new vessel, silly!
Unlike Itadori, you're an adult in college. You make the mistake of partying with friends, one of whom is working her first year as a teacher at the high school where Sukuna's finger is hiding. She confiscates it from the Occult Research club, but instead of putting it back, she brings it to the rager to celebrate the start of the school year. The curses follow, but you don't eat it to protect your friends. Instead, you eat it as a drunken dare. Once you refuse, it's forced down your throat.
Megumi has already notified Gojo that the finger isn't on school grounds and that the curses have followed the appendage. He tracks them the best he could, leading him and Gojo to the college, just in time to see you transform. Her knee-jerk reaction is to kill you until she sees how quickly you gain control of Sukuna. It fascinates her, which leads to it arousing her.
Like in canon, you end up tied and bound in a creepy basement, with Gojo explaining your fate unless she decides to save you. Unlike in canon, she gives you an extra ultimatum: put your mouth to use, and if you please her, you get to work as a sorcerer and live until the fingers are collected. Decline, and she'll kill you on the spot and mount your head on the wall.
Between pleasing a hot, scary lady or dying and being used as a decoration, the choice is obvious. You stick your tongue out as instructed and let her straddle your face with no protests. She's ruthless as she rides your tongue, not caring if you breathe, and gripping your head to ensure you stay still. You eat like your life depends on it, because, well, it does. You pay close attention to her reactions, focusing on what makes her clench around your tongue and moan a little louder. One last hard suck to her clit, and she's coming undone, instructing you to swallow the juices flowing out of her. When she's satisfied, your bindings and chains come off, wordlessly letting you know that you passed her test.
However, she isn't done with you. You go home with her that night, where she reveals another condition. Not only will you be her student, but her plaything, hers to use whenever the mood strikes her. Instead of the dorms, you live with her. The relationship that follows isn't conventional or healthy. She hides you from the higher-ups, not wanting them to dictate what she does with her new toy. As you collect more fingers, it only grows worse. While you're fearing what consuming all twenty fingers would mean for you, she's plotting how to take advantage of your higher durability. When you finally collect all twenty, she celebrates by slaughtering the higher-ups and proudly proclaiming you as hers. You're stuck with her now, whether you like it or not.
But hey, Stockholm Syndrome has kicked in by then, meaning you're content with being her submissive, overpowered pet.
a/n: scheduling this for yuji's birthday. let's see.
I NEED A BIG, BIG, BIG BOY !
WARNINGS: 18+, mdni, fluff, explicit (just a tad), aged-up (down? idk) yuji (21), reader is 21, established relationship, not proofread (i will do it asap i promise).
CHARACTER: itadori yuji.
WC: 1.2k
art creds: @kcokaine (ily) :: divider creds: @cursed-carmine :: based on this ask
Yuji had gotten big.
Not all at once.
It had happened slowly over the years youād been together, bit by bit, until one day you looked up at him and realized heād grown into someone entirely different from the boy you started dating at 16.
At 21, he stood a towering 6'4, broad everywhere.
His shoulders filled doorways, and his arms had thickened with years of stubborn gym routines, muscle packed over muscle from all the bulking and cutting heād thrown himself into.
Whenever he walked around shirtless, you could see the shape of it all.
The work, the strength, and most importantly, the quiet pride he never really talked about.
Yuji never acted like someone intimidating.
He still grinned too easily and laughed a little too loudly.
He still grabbed your hand when you walked somewhere together, like he was afraid you might wander off.
But when he hugged you now, something had changed.
His arms drowned you.
Your face ended up pressed into the middle of his chest, the warmth of his body surrounding you until it felt like you disappeared inside the embrace.
Yuji loved hugging you.
Loved it in a way that felt almost absentminded. It was like breathing, something his body did automatically whenever you were near.
Heād pull you into him while talking about something random.
Heād drag you against his side when you walked past.
Heād tuck you under his arm on the couch until you were practically folded into him.
You had been on the heavier side for as long as you could remember.
Soft everywhere, plush thighs, a round stomach, arms that never quite slimmed out no matter how much you grew.
It had never been something you hated. Just something you carried with you.
Still, growing up, youād quietly accepted some things werenāt meant for you.
Being lifted easily.
Being tossed onto couches.
Being wrapped up in someoneās arms until you drowned.
That kind of affection didn't seem reserved for you.
But Yuji never treated your body like something fragile or inconvenient.
If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
His hands always found your thighs when you sat together, big fingers squeezing them absentmindedly.
When you lay together, he liked resting his head against your stomach, one arm hooked around your waist while he scrolled through his phone or talked about whatever was on his mind.
Sometimes his cheek pressed there just a little longer than necessary, his hand spreading over the softness like it was the most comfortable pillow heād ever found.
If you were standing nearby while he sat, he had a habit of pulling you between his knees and wrapping his arms around your middle.
Not tightly. Just enough to keep you there while he leaned his chin against your abdomen, gazing up at you to continue the conversation.
Other times, heād pull you fully onto his lap, your weight settling on him while he kept doing whatever heād been doing, scrolling through phone or talking about the gym like nothing had changed.
His hands would always settle somewhere.
Large and warm.
He simply liked the feeling of you under his palm.
And the strangest part was that Yuji never seemed aware of any of it.
To him, it was simply normal.
Normal to pull you closer, or to carry you across rooms when he felt like it.
To bury his face into your chest, ass, or stomach when he wanted to be near you.
You realized one evening just how much things had changed.
Yuji had wrapped you up in one of those enormous hugs of his, lifting you slightly off the ground without even breaking conversation with someone else across the room.
Your feet dangled for a moment.
Your entire body pressed against him, completely surrounded by muscle and the easy strength he carried so effortlessly.
For a second you just stayed there.
Held.
Safe.
And it struck you then, quietly, almost shyly.
The thing you had once thought wasnāt meant for you had been happening all along.
You were the girl being swallowed up in someoneās arms.
Sometimes he lifted you without even thinking about it.
With an arm around your waist and a hand under your thighs, he would give a gentle nudge upward until your feet left the floor.
There was never any strain in his face.
No hesitation.
Just the casual certainty of someone who knew exactly how strong he was.
It would turn you on to no end.
And Yuji wasnāt oblivious to your ogling either.
He noticed it almost immediately, the way your eyes lingered on him when he stretched, the way your gaze followed the movement of his arms when he pulled his shirt off after the gym. Not that he minded.
If anything, it made him grin, because more often than not he was already staring right back.
Five years together meant Yuji had seen every curve of your body, had held you close enough to memorize the shape of you beneath his hands.
And somehow, even after all that time, it still never felt like enough.
He still looked at you like there was something new to admire.
The way your posture made everything you wore sit just right on your body. The way fabric clung to your curves, filling out clothes in a way Yuji found impossible not to stare at.
Crop tops had always made you a little self-conscious.
Yuji knew that.
But he still encouraged you to wear them around the apartment sometimes. Never pushy, just a casual suggestion here and there.
It was only because he wanted to see your hips.
Your soft, full hips that peeked out whenever you wore something low-rise at home, the curve of them impossible for him to ignore whenever you moved around the kitchen or passed by him in the living room.
His hands always ended up there eventually.
Settling around them like they belonged there.
Large palms resting against the plump flesh, fingers pressing slightly into your skin as if he liked the way it gave in beneath his touch.
Sometimes heād squeeze gently, like a makeshift plush toy.
The sex was even better than either of you could have imagined.
Yuji made shameless use of his strength when it came to you.
His hands moved you wherever he wanted, lifting you into his lap, turning you toward him, pulling you flush against his chest, all with that careful gentleness he had reserved for you.
You would always end up exactly where he wanted you, like heād simply decided that was where you belonged.
But he had his preference set aside for the mating press.
He called it the holy grail of sex positions, loving the way he could admire your body, watching it jerk and buck against his mean thrusts.
But most importantly, he loved the way his fingertips dug into the plush of your thighs during the mating press, folding your legs into your chest as you would give into his hold.
And later at night, he would make sure to clean you up, no matter the time.
He would insist a warm bath was necessary, even if you were half asleep in the shower, leaving him to do most of the work.
He never complained either. If anything, he only found more opportunities to touch you.
Afterward, he would dress the two of you, lifting you with that same ease as your head instinctively tucked into the curve of his neck.
Yuji would carry you down the short hallway without any rush, the steady rhythm of his steps lulling you further into sleep.
He would lower you onto the bed slowly, one hand lingering warm against your side for a moment after you settled against the mattress.
He would turn off the lights and return to you, slipping under the sheets as his arm wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest until your body fit neatly into the space he made for you.
His hand would spread over your stomach again, his body a steady source of warmth.
a/n: i feel like i went a little overboard with yuji's "big hands" but fuckkkkk am i a sucker for buff yuji so i kept it ahhahahah.
