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Weekend Dinners

cont: Toji and Sukuna's kitchen business, how are they in the kitchen?

pairing: Roommates!Toji x reader x Sukuna

a/n: settled for headcanons and not to stress over my fics yay. Could be connected to the roommate au from this fic?

Afterparty Peace

tags: headcanons, domesticity, unckuna (his brother is itadoris grandpa in this), Sukuna is a little vulgar here,

Sukuna

Sukuna was a storm in the kitchen

Not the kind that clogs the sink with dishes but the kind of person that makes your kitchen smell like the ingredients they were cooking up

It wasn't particularly a bad thing when all the stuff he puts into oil smells heavenly but it's a problem when he's away and you crave what he cooked so badly like a damsel reaching out for the stars

For what he cooks, the butcher shop he works at was abundant with meat and before it all spoils, he brings it home to cook for dinner

His presence after work was convenient for dinner time that he immediately gets into work

When he cooks, nobody is allowed in the kitchen. It doesn't matter if the kitchen was spacious for ten or that you wanted to help him, NOBODY is allowed

Matter of fact, he'll death glare you out the kitchen

From outside the kitchen, the sound of a spatula and wok getting thunked together could be heard as he mixes in the sauce and noodles together

You can tell when the meat hits the pan and that sweet smell of beef hits your nose other than the sound of him abusing the wok even more

Sukuna is also the type to like his food spicy. If it doesn't give him heart burn and a punch to his gut, he doesn't want it

The amount of chillies he put in is unhealthy, the vapour that arises from it could've been a skull with two bones behind it with how red the noodles had become

He was unphased with it, cutting and chopping up chilis as a kid built up his tolerance not to mention his brother shared the same love for spice

His household had a place for chilis on the top left corner of their shelf

He might as well put the chili juice on his face like war paint because he repels all spice

When it comes to taste testing, he remembers your existence and calls you over

Depending if you like spicy food, he adds the most perfect amount of spice that hits the spot or you'd be hiding behind Toji while Sukuna holds up a spoon carrying death

He makes your own share as you both dug in to paradise

But for non spicy food eaters, he had a mean streak of "Eat a little, pussy, it won't kill you." And "that much spice to make you grab water, heh.. you haven't tried my other dishes."

Weekend dinners were fit to everyone's preferences, he may work like a beast in the kitchen but he listens like a chef

Anyways, cleaning was the worst part for him. He hates dishes if he could live of off plastic shit, he would

You could hear him angrily scrubbing a sink full of dishes and a raw "FUCKKKK" when the sink water drowns his hand followed by aggressive plumbing

"Sukuna.. I can wash them for you.." Your hand gently grazing his shoulder and it was either him forgetting to use his inside voice or still furious from the dirty dishes that he straight up growls at you

His equipment was also very much cherished so breathing in his kitchen was a big fat no from the start

Toji

Toji was just average at cooking, he only cooks to survive

But it's not like his cooking was horrendous, he gets his spices and salts but it wasn't anything impressive (to him)

You just wonder how he survives on no meal prepping when he's late for a work

He grabs anything from the kitchen and gets take out if he was feeling very hungry that day

It was between a pack of noodles or a ready made bento

He mostly makes smoothies that satisfy him all day, breakfast, lunch and dinner was the amalgamation of the smoothies he made

Smoothies made by him are bomb af I know that

But every person has their specialty and his was fried rice

He uses Sukuna's pan, his cooking more gentler as he measured from his heart, sprinkling all that good MSG into his rice

Even if Sukuna put warning stickers all over his cooking utensils, Toji would peel it off and use it anyways

You swore when you ate his fried rice, your eyes nearly popped out your skull

It was a very harmless meal, him placing the plate in front of you while he sits opposite to you chugging down coffee to wake up with the birds chriping in the back

The little moan you let out surprised and delighted him at the same time

"It can't be that good." Toji would chuckle in amusement. But it is, it was infact good. Your plate was clean, he'd think that you licked it off and he felt flattered

When it's his turn for weekend dinners, he'd make it again. He gets lazy though and before they had the third fried rice dinner the next week, Sukuna reminds him with a huff

Unlike Sukuna, he cleans as he goes.

Less stress for him when he can sit down and eat and if he needed any further help, you were happy to volunteer

Unfortunately, he is the type to fill a dirty pan with water and call it a day when he doesn't feel like cleaning

That's because his arms would get all soaked or shirt and it would definitely dampen his mood significantly

But he'd rather not face the wrath of Sukuna and washes it five minutes before Sukuna reaches home from work

Extra

Toji doesn't really have the enthusiasm for cooking but seeing that you enjoyed your meal, he wanted to experiment a little

He walked in on Sukuna massaging his meat (not like that) and before Sukuna would growl at him, Toji tells him they should collab recipes

Sukuna seemed to like the thought of that, Toji did have a knack with fried rice and with that, he nods and you curse the both of them in your head like Sukuna wasn't chasing you out the kitchen two days ago

Toji then pulled you in the kitchen, big beefy arm wrapped around your neck saying that you can continue being the taste tester and you nearly cried tears of joy when Sukuna didn't acknowledge you with a scowl (in the kitchen)

There was a proper rotation with these two and you'd continue eating like royalty with these two in the kitchen.

As long as Toji doesn't cook fried rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Be sure to remind him

They should both open a restaurant called The Heavenly Shrine or something, I just KNOW they'll be famous

Edit: nvm sounds like a brothel

[loneworldgazer]

I fear that every fanfic I write now is regretted horribly

[loneworldgazer]

Tickles Your Pickle

pairing: Sukuna x f!reader x Toji

tags: a little dirty joke at the end, Toji and Sukuna has a hallway crush oooo, reader is a woman here, a bit of pov switching, short scenario, reader is playful here, y/n is y/Ning here tbh

Toji and Sukuna likes women with a deep voice.

They've been with a lot of women and once you stepped into their lives, they had that awakening.

The scar on Toji's lip lift when he sees you walk past, he was the more brazen and admitted it to Sukuna, saying how your voice tickles his eardrums funny.

Sukuna looked at Toji weird since he was always saying the most god awful things because he was some unhinged freak to say that about some random person but that's what best friends were for and scoffed at what he said.

That's when Sukuna had the delight to finally see you.

You arrived late to a lecture and sat right beside him. It's quite astonishing that he never saw you in class ever or it's because he'd rather not pay attention to anything when the lecture starts. He finally understood what Toji meant when you whisper low into his ear, when your soft breathy question hits the core of his soul and in the corner of his eye watched you lean back to your seat when you get your answer.

He clears his throat a little, the hair on the back of his neck rising. He hasn't heard much from you on campus and the lecturer was busy with a phone call so you took this opportunity to initiate a conversation with him.

"I'm always late on Mondays, it's going to be quite noticeable if sir isn't always so busy with his phone,"

You chuckled, fiddling with your pen and taking a little peek at his notes.

"Is it okay if I borrowed your notes to avoid any trouble?"

He smirked, confidently leaning back.

"Why would I do that? Without something in return?"

He noticed a little quirk in your jaw, almost like you were bubbling with amusement but he could see the slight flush you were developing when you raise your brow.

"Aw, I thought I'd finally have a nice neighbour. Would it kill you if I took just a teeny peek?"

You leaned a bit closer to his shoulder and that made him have a whiff of your shampoo, he swiped up his notes, putting it closer to you.

"Oh, it will so it would be best if we study this together after class."

He was quite smooth, it made such a pretty giggle fall from your lips and he tried not to get too eager. In your head, you kick your feet in excitement. To you, private lessons aren't necessary but who would pass up an opportunity with a hot guy?

The lecturer slipped his phone back in his pocket, getting back to the lecture and you and Sukuna didn't talk till the end, locked in on taking notes and listening but a sly look was passed from time to time to his notes and whatever points you conjured up.

When the lecturer wraps up class, you walk with Sukuna and there, Toji greets the both of you.

To Sukuna's surprise, Toji dapped you up and he was a little irked that his best friend had already gotten familiar with the charming latecomer. Maybe that's why he was already saying strange things about you, his heartstrings (or balls) were already getting tugged.

From what Sukuna can pick up is that you're also late in Toji's class and in your fashion had asked for Toji's notes too even though he was sure the only thing Toji wrote down was the date and one singular fact on his paper.

The initial shock of knowing they were buddies wears off and you fist pumped to yourself that your reputation of being late had rolled itself into some sweet, sweet luck on getting some extra lessons that were for free. Graduating college, here you come!

Still, these two were a humourous duo with their dry humour that had a sense of cockiness in them. You couldn't help but let out a laugh at one of Toji's jokes and it was damn attractive to them that it made them take a breath in.

Looking at your wrist watch, you had to scutter to some other places and you waved them off with a playful kiss. Part happy for attractive tutors and part gleeful for a future boost in your assignments.

"Don't miss me too much!"

They heard you tinkle with joy, walking away and they watched, entranced.

At this moment, they stood there like idiots. They may look like big dogs salivating at a bone but let's be real, the only thing they really want to do is bone you instead.

[loneworldgazer]

There should poly Sukuna and Toji PLEASEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED THEM

[loneworldgazer]

There's so many jjk fic ideas that I have but the problem is my motivation to put in work instead of doomscrolling...

[loneworldgazer]

Security is His Presence

pairing: toji x reader

tags: very short drabble, showering together, relationship is not established, fluffy stuff

When you're in a fragile headspace, solace that comes in the form of a person is Toji.

He recognizes the signs when you're curled up in bed with one of his shirts fisted in your hand and your twitching eyes closed in discomfort. The sound of his gym bag being plopped down onto the floor interrupted the flow of silence of the air conditioner lowly thrumming away and the slight shifting of the sheets covering your clammy body.

The bed presses down under the weight of your space space and warmth enveloped your face, his other hand curled underneath your body to sit you up. He had his hand pressed against your forehead to check for any ailment you might have and slipped down to your neck to double check.

You had started weeping so solemnly, his care had chipped at your sensitive mind and he pats your head when you curl further into his chest.

Haziness was heavy on your bones, it had been a long brutal day and dead was your body that dropped to the bed once you unlock the front door. Toji had to pull you up because of your wriggling and he shivers to your soft breathing. He caresses your face, looking into those sad eyes of yours with his gentle voice.

"I'm gonna be in the shower in a bit the I'll come back, okay?"

The grip on his shirt tightened and you insistently tugged for him to stay. It made him breathe out a soft chuckle and he wiped those tear streaks dampening your cheeks. He felt your face bury into his neck.

"I still love you even if you stink." The tremor from your throat tickled him, he pinches your cheek playfully, minding his strength.

"Even when I stink up the room?"

"Mhm.."

"Even if my dirty shirts fall out the basket?" He felt a slightly sharp nip on his bicep and his lips twitch.

"Don't push your luck."

The bed squeks when he adjusts himself, patting on your back like a baby. It was comforting enough to make your eyelids close again. He then leans down, making a suggestion to bring you in the shower, seeing that you also had just come home from an outing and you thought about it in your head.

He waits, looking down at how your face softens in his hold and he budges you to lay against his chest without you having to crane your head.

You blinked slowly to the beating of his heart and thought of the shower. You know how it went in the shower when you two were together and you missed him dearly. Showering together wasn't often but when it does happen, Toji handled you with care like glass.

His hands slides down to your waist so you can climbed onto his back. The sweat on his shirt made you cringe a little, whining when he slides open the bathroom door. He swats at your butt and you get off to unclothe yourself as he turns the knob to switch to a temperature where it was bearable to be in, running the water under his hand.

Once you both were in, he scrubs your body tenderly; massaging your skin and stress away. In turn, you also do it to hear his quiet groans from the tension of the gym and peck him graciously with kisses. His lips were rough as he too returned it.

Exhaustion slowly catches up to you and the water raining down on both your bodies was the only sound you both need to hear after a day of endless noise. By the end of the shower, you let go of all inhibitions and stare into Toji wearily. Your hands drifted away from him, dropping to your sides and he finishes the shower for you. He takes the shower head and rinses the soap of your body, his big hand draping a towel around your waist as he lifts you up into his arms.

Water drips off your back and Toji was quick to wipe it off of you when he settles you back on the bed.

He waits for your next move patiently. It was no matter to him if you wanted to go doze off until the next day or watch him iron clothes he left in the laundry basket this morning. It didn't matter that you didn't immediately vent about what went wrong today. What matters is that he made any decision apparent to you so you'd be comfortable in doing anything at all.

With that glazed look in your eyes, he pulls you into another hug, shushing your cries and pressing you close to his chest.

What counts now is you being here with him in the safety of his arms.

[loneworldgazer]

Yay, since my last question has been answered here's another poll cause I'm curious

I usually write charecter x reader but my style is usually to describe what the charecters reaction is to the readers actions, dialogue and what not. I don't really write in readers pov that much so many people can immerse themselves into the writing

What do you guys prefer?

If possible, can you give me reasons?

[loneworldgazer]

Darn, I wish I knew you can't view poll votes rn and I accidentally set mine to seven days ughhhh

[loneworldgazer]

Hellooo, i wanna see something

Im not exactly sure what the audience likes soooo kindly voteee, this is not guranteed to come out as a fic yet, just real curious on what people think

[loneworldgazer]

How do writers like Indie write progressively, I need that I NEED IT

I hope I can release something by tonight

[loneworldgazer]

The family laptop broke and my mental health is declining like helllll and my brother is using my laptop for assignments

[loneworldgazer]

...did I not do well on my latest fic.. 😞😞😞😞

[loneworldgazer]

i’d really love a jjk x reader (you choose the character) where reader is running late to their wedding because of hair mishap/ traffic/ forgetting something and he starts freaking out because he thinks he’s being stood up (everyone with y/n has their phone on silent) but there’s a fluffy ending!

Wedding Jitters

pairing: gojo x reader x geto

a/n: im so stupid, i read this request wrong and thought the charecters were the one late and NOT Y/N, thank god i read the ask again before finishing it. also this was a very cute ask and megumi's at home training his dogs for fitness, i didnt have time to squeeze him in for the plot, ack!

i did not proof read properly (and whose fault is that)

tags: silly idiots, panic,, kissing details, slight angst to ultra fluff, panic, reader is gender neutral but they wear a veil

The banquet hall hums with slight chaos. Yaga who had his face full of tears, looking straight down to the floor that was conveniently interesting, wearing sunglasses to a wedding ceremony and Panda who was passing tissues to him, Inumaki holding the tissue packet and watching videos in his other hand and the Nitta siblings doing some final touches before more guests arrive.

"There's a lot of people here! Considering the fact that there is three people getting married to each other.."

Itadori mused, staying in the back and munching on a fruit tart he stole from a tray at the table behind him. Nobara was looking at the time and bit at her nails, fingers tapping against her soda pop almost frantically.

"Usually, my form of stress would be you but I can't believe being wedding organizers is even more frustrating!"

Itadori looked almost offended at his friend saying that however he bit back on his words, organizing had been hell compared to anything else for the two of them so he lets it slide by muttering into his fruit tart.

"It's just that I haven't seen Y/n-san since yesterday, shouldn't they be here early for makeup and photos and other stuff?"

Itadori reached for a small pudding, stuffing his face.

"I'm sure they're elsewhere to build the anticipation for Satoru and Suguru-sensei?" Nobara scratches her temple, it might be true or..not but she had bigger things to worry now that she and Itadori were called over to help. She just hope nothing goes wrong today.

In the waiting room, Satoru and Suguru looked calm and collected; it was expected coming from them. They faced many missions, curses and what not, this wedding should be a breeze. They smiled quite brightly, holding their hands together and thumb fighting in the waiting room. So many wedding attendants were putting some final touches on the event and applying some powder on their faces too.

However, Satoru's hand says otherwise.

"Satoru, you're wringing my hand like a wash cloth."

Satoru tries not to squirm when the make up artist patted at his face, it was unsaid but he was sweating like a motherfucker.

"Well, smartass, I can't help it when my sweetie pie hasn't responded to my texts yet!" The white haired man was awfully snippy with his hair down and face all dolled up, the other man can't take it seriously when his lover looked so good to eat. His lover was such a baby and he caresses his back, an attempt to soothe him.

"Hey, it's okay, look they haven't replied to me either from.. this morning.." Now he didn't know if he was comforting Satoru or himself anymore because the messages were not only delivered to you but you have not read them at all. That calmness he had sinking down.

Satoru sunk further into his seat like a princess whose pearls had been taken apart and stuffed ceremoniously into a box. "They didn't duped us, right? I'm insane but that's even crazier!"

Suguru covers his mouth, seeing the attendants look at them with confusion. The more Satoru speaks, he gets more weary that the wedding party might think they're catering to a bunch of nutjobs.

You had a reason, you definitely did. You were with Shoko and the others, surely you wouldn't up and leave them, he trusted you he did. The albino man's panic had made Suguru's heart crack a little. It's bad enough if you're late but the thought of you leaving them had filled his head with unnecessary agony he knew he shouldn't have thought about in the first place. Maybe, this is what wedding jitters were. Yes, he needed to ground himself.

He abruptly stood up, Satoru's arm still wrapped around him.

"I'll go ask Mei Mei, you stay here. Don't give the makeup artist a hard time."

The tiny wedding artist looked between the wailing man and the other who just left, scratching the back of her head.

Oh dear.

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Mei Mei was checking in on the attendants and party list, making sure everything was in place and up to a standard. With a bit of help from the Nitta siblings, they had spazzed up the venue with personal decorations that fit the tastes of the three lovers she was organizing for. Not only were they good at their jobs, they cut off a bit from the expenses the two men have to pay for. It's a win for them.

Amongst the camera crew she was speaking through, a familiar man had approached almost agitated.

"Mei Mei, have you seen Y/N?"

"Aha~ Isn't it bad to see your spouse before the wedding?" Her lips stretch into a cat like grin but giving him a once over, he looks ruffled up akin to a cat whose stepped on an electric wire. Though that rule may not apply since he was already sitting with one of his spouses in the wedding room and she fully turns to him.

"No, it's just.. they haven't replied to my texts and I got a little worried, have Shoko and the rest arrived?"

To soothe his worries, Mei Mei swiped at her lockscreen and dialed your number. The longer the call goes on with every try she did, it made Suguru paler than his makeup.

She couldn't help but laugh a little, pushing him back to the waiting room with the palm of her hand.

"It'll work out in the end, wedding boy. I can already hear them running in here," The door slowly closes on Suguru to which he wanted to protest but he swallowed up his worry.

"-any second now."

Satoru was behind his man, hugging and hiding in his chest. He was overdramatic but there was a slight tremour in his voice when he kisses Suguru's nape.

"You don't think..?"

"Yeah."

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If there wasn't the most unluckiest newlywed in the world, you took that title and wrung it around your neck. The others had repetitively asked if you were really sure if you should go last to the wedding venue. You had the idea of surprising them with some touching up to your own outfit and you didn't want them to see it since it was their combined high school work. It was worked into a veil and was hidden under the original veil so if you were to dramatically tossed it up in the air during the toast, your friends would see that phase in your life you kept so close to your heart.

It made you giddy and steadily pushing them out the house.

"Okay then don't unblock the two if we're gone, okay? You promised!"

Another element of surprise to your soon to be grooms is having them blocked the whole day until the wedding. It's a known fact on how much Satoru would spam your phone and it would be the same not without some messages from Suguru too. This was a long awaited, exciting event and you didn't want to spoil the grand celebration with too many eager messages in the groupchat.

Turning back to your mirror, you smiled at what a good job the make up artists did. Applying your favourite perfume, you went to the bathroom for a quick check up and to wipe down yourself a bit.

You were thrilled, you were ready to just jump into this whole wedding and your partners but you restrain yourself.

You carry your phone into the bathroom, trying to hold back from texting anybody who was blocked.

Then entails a small thing that hatches into another then another, starting with your phone falling into the toilet when you slipped a little. A scream wasn't ripped from your throat instead it was probably worse; fishing out your dirty phone that was busted, you felt panic rush to all parts of your body.

Satoru never bothered to install a house telephone even if he had the option too so you couldn't call for anybody and nobody was around to help. Running out the toilet, just the mere thought of your phone being busted made you forget about the taxi that was about to pick you up.

Just how many minutes had passed? Quickly slipping on your shoes, you ran out to find nobody, just the sound of heavy traffic and beeping and it overwhelmed you even more. There were so many things happening all at once. Hell, the exhilaration of the wedding didn't make you think about how busy a regular Tuesday would be. With a taxi nowhere to be found and no one around, you thought hard. What can you right now and what should you do?

Neighbours, Suguru always reminded you and Satoru that they were available if there's anything. Your other companion usually brushes it off and slid an arm around you that if you ever needed help, his big strong self was always here (except when he had the flu.)

Meekly, you knocked on the neighbour's door and was freaking out the more they didn't answer. It's also been a hot minute talking to them and it's just so embarrassing to eve reach out like this. The old neighbour opens, surprised that their neighbour was all dressed up with panic written on their face.

"I'm so sorry for bothering but can I borrow a phone? M-my phone broken and I have nobody around to seek help and it's.. it's-" You realised how your heart was beating so fast when the old lady with her heavy hand patted you, walking away with urgency to get her phone.

She sat you down, consoling you and wiping away at the tears pricking at your eyes.

After calling almost the entire friend group, Nanami finally picked up.

He was dead silent when you explained everything. He was looking out the window at the reception and there was just so much traffic, it would be the same near your home. Unknown to you, Shoko and the girls were also stuck in traffic so it was inevitable but he didn't mention that. It would create even more unnecessary dismay especially in the position that you're in.

"It's okay, we can just postpone the event. It's understandable to everybody in the hall."

"But the guests, they'll starve and it will-"

Nanami firmly reassures you. "Don't worry, there's refreshments and finger foods for the guests. It's all of your families after all, nothing can be done to traffic."

The doors to the front entrance opened to more guests arriving and his eyes narrow.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you there?" He gently calls out but to his horror, the old lady you mentioned had answered him instead.

"Oh god, young man. I'm sorry to say this but.. your friend is already running down the block."

Your shoes that were just pretty deco on your feet was lifted into your hands as you ran. It was stupid, insane even but the venue wasn't that far. You could look like today's idiot in the news and have people all around the city gawk at you and pull out their cameras to a newly wed dashing down the city streets but you didn't care.

There was so much done to impress both Satoru and Suguru's family even if Suguru's parents were on the tender side still being tardy to your own wedding was a fate worse than death.

If you dramatically put it similar to Satoru's philosophy when it comes to showing up early to group sleepovers.

Anyways, the wind rushed into your face and carried your tears and the veil over your head flow akin to a real life drama. Worry plagued your mind, your two sweethearts. They'll surely worry since you were super late. Trust is a big principle in polyamory but you were talking about this wedding, you saw how they tremble in enthusiasm yet jumpy with hidden perturbation.

Crying over your own foolishness can come to later, right now you had your own wedding to catch.

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Satoru breathed out a sigh. The time where he would walk down the aisle and you weren't here yet. His other friends weren't here although Mei Mei's attendants had talked in passing about the traffic jam, he just wasn't ready to do his big event without his friends around. It was a bummer for him to be upset about this and that's when the kind hand of Suguru wrapped around his hand and he grasps it.

A soft laugh although sad fell from Suguru's lips.

"You heard em', they're late."

He stare almost heart stricken at the black haired man and leaned into his hand when it held his face. Brows furrowing at the noise around him.

"I just want them here, is it so hard to ask?"

His fist collides with Suguru's shoulder, not in an aggressive way rather he was just angry at life and why it had to spoil his mood on such an important occasion. Suguru holds his fist, kissing it to his knuckles and his palm.

"They're not.. they won't do such a thing, Satoru. They'll surely come."

A wry smile appears on his face, wet eyes looking at the big doors they eventually had to go through.

Before they could turn back to the main hall, the men were taken aback by when a figure forcefully collides into them and sent them rolling onto the floor. They were about to speak up then they felt it, those familiar hands and body wrapped around theirs. The duo looked up to you who had so much tears rolling down your eyes and a hiccup to your sentence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I made you all panic!"

Your sweet smelling perfume and shaking body drove them up a wall all of a sudden, your cute little face scrunched in worry nearly took them out too. They hugged you back and to Satoru's own surprise, he starts sobbing for real this time even if it looked like he looked constipated. He kisses you all over the face, wiping off your tears with his lips and Suguru wiped them away, tearing up a bit as he dives into your neck for comfort.

"You know how much Satoru panicked over you?" He sardonically starts with a dry chuckle, he was honestly just so grateful that you didn't ditched them. His sentence made the albino pop a vein and a hard fist ground down Suguru's head.

"Oho! Easy for you to say when you were running around like a deer in headlights, smart mouth!" Suguru's hands then shifted from your face to Satoru's ears, pulling hard on them which made the blue eyed man utterly appalled and he too removed his hands from you, pulling hard at Suguru's cheeks.

"You're making it sound like I wasn't the pathetic princess giving the rest of us a hard time!" They were about to tussle each other, cat style until you pulled them in for a kiss. You start with Suguru, fisting his collar and kissing him hard. You slipped your tongue in his mouth and tenderly rubbed his back and squeezing your other lover's hand. As you pulled away from a slightly dazed Suguru, Satoru immediately held your face and wiped away the rest of your tears and kissed you hungrily. The people passing by gasped at how the newly weds were brazenly making out with each other on the floor.

The wedding rule might be nonexistent at this point, marking this as a day to truly remember. It was never quiet or normal with the three of you together even on your wedding day.

Nobara had her jaw wide open, she can't believe she was seeing this just because she was showing Itadori where the restroom was. Itadori watched almost entranced, his curiousity sated.

"Wow, so that's how a threesome happens!"

A quick jab to the back of his head made him stop talking.

[loneworldgazer]

Afterparty Peace

cont: parties are great but a midnight snack with your roommates is better

pairing: toji x reader x sukuna

a/n: a small imagine of toji and sukuna :D i like this pairing with satoru and suguru yippeesss

tags: fluff, a really fluffy imagine, domesticity, could be platonic/romantic you choose

Toji and Sukuna was constantly surrounded by people in college. pretty girls that want in on them, men who play beer pong and share stories with them and countless others that brings a new buzz in their heads.

Their egos fed and smug with pride, exhaustion naturally comes after a good night out but;

That's when they need space, peace. Not the type of peace that comes after a party where their heads hit their pillows but peace that will surely greet them with a kind smile. Sukuna unlocks the door to his dorm, hearing a slight clutter of bottles knocking into each other. Someone who was buried under thick sheets with the fan at a low setting and the video from the laptop pausing with a sharp tap of a finger. The lump on the tatami mat starts to move, wiggling around the same movement resembling a caterpillar in a cocoon.

Your head pops out and they smile warmly, Sukuna waved around a plastic bag.

"Got fried chicken from the party, you want some?"

That surely got you moving to them. Toji leans in when you put your arms out, his head deep in your neck as you hugged him. Rubbing your hands behind your back, he slightly lifts you up in the hug which made you giggle. With a click of the door, Sukuna places the plastic bag down on the table and quick little footsteps was right beside him to take out plates out the drawers. You look at him, sleepy eyed and happy.

"It's not the crappy brand that your usual parties get, right?"

"Nah, this was Satoru's. He eats the shit he buys by the end of the night."

He opens up the package and the smell make you giddy, Toji moves to the fridge, hissing to the wetness that's sticking to his clothes. He deftly pours your drink while cracking open a can for himself. Rounding the table, he sunk down into his chair and pulls out the things in his pocket so it wouldn't be a bother for his legs. His feet touches yours and you play with it, handing over his own plate of chicken which you piled on.

"Nah, I'll eat the wrap that you made this morning,"

Sukuna was already on that as he too pulls out his unfinished wrap. He nods to Sukuna who was planning to heat up the food, his hands already working fast enough to slide in Toji's wrap in the microwave. He couldn't get to eat what you've made earlier so a beef wrap would cure the slight hangover he had in his head. The adrenaline in them starts to calm down when everyone sat down, the sound of fingers tapping against the table and the hum of the microwave was a quiet that instantly made you put your head down on the table.

They were content with this type of scene, partying up until 2am in the morning and heading home to their roommate who was still awake watching videos on their laptop, inviting them to a little midnight snack. Sometimes, there wouldn't be any supper when you were long asleep from the moment they reach home smelling like vodka infused fruit punch and sweat from the blaring lights on the dance floor.

The duo weren't quite expecting another roommate but you signed the lease, telling them you won't be a bother if anything, you'd be out most of the time.

The arrangement slowly changed when they insisted on getting to know you. Sukuna wasn't one for interacting and Toji was not better off either but he did his homework. What your major was, your interests, your friends. When you started staying home more, it was evident on who you were. A homebody who don't do clubs or get wild yet there was serenity in a dorm buddy who do fun in different ways. A table that doesn't empty itself because of sweet treats or the pile of game discs that was neatly placed in the basket.

Upon getting closer, they get suprise cooked meals to soothe the hangover they had and some aspirin with a handwritten note telling the two to not worry about the empty medkit that was supposed to be filled from last week. A lifesaver that handles everything when things are forgotten.

An attempt was made for you to join their antics in the club or any public setting but they grew to learn that sometimes, a person will know a scene isn't theirs no matter how many times they go and they didn't mind that at all.

Some people that the duo knows would find you boring when either one of them tells stories about you but who are they to judge when all you've been doing is care for them? It wasn't even a big issue to them anyways and they likely snap back at whoever said that with a snarky comment.

In other ways that two daily party goers do their part and care in their own way is to help around the house and to deep clean when possible. You'd walk in on them multiple times to a bicep in your face because Sukuna was replacing a flickering lightbulb and Toji knocking down leftovers into a trashcan and 'accidentally' snapping apart an oily container he didn't have to wash later. The dorm wasn't quiet during spring cleaning when banter happens, always filled with laughter and jokes tossed about. Mundane life was surely a gift for three people balancing fun and college life.

Afterwards when the last scraps of trash was thrown away, the two comfortably switched to their party clothes and you hugging them goodbye. Toji was slipping his shoes on already as Sukuna turns to you with a grin.

"You gonna rewatch that silly movie again?"

"Nah, I have a long essay to finish."

This calls for buying you caffeine, Toji checks his wallet while going down to start the car. He and Sukuna could hit the store and go grocery shopping before the party after all, the party always starts with them anyways. Also, they could always 'borrow' a few packets from Gojo's kitchen, he won't even notice.

Furthermore, this was everyday life, a normalcy they find comfort that follows them around like a shadow.

They snap out of their thoughts when you wiped down the table, their brain fog caught up to them. It was a wonder Sukuna didn't drink when Gojo had laid out the expensive alcohol but in old Sukuna fashion, the drinks back at the party where already clinking in his fridge. You encouraged them to go shower, running past them to turn the air conditioner on in their rooms.

"Hey, we should sleep in the living room."

Toji's recommendation made you turn around and smile and there you turn back to get some blankets and extra pillows.

While you were busy going back and forth to get what you needed, the two laid out tatami mats before pushing the sofas together. They puff up pillows, making a snug place they had to resist and went to shower.

Leaping onto the mats, it was cold on the surface and rolling into it makes you feel warm and fuzzy. It made you happily giggle and flop about, hugging a pillow to your chest.

A moment later when your consciousness was going to be sapped away, a wall nearly slams you down into the mattress. A wall made of pure human, this beefcake who attempted to suffocate you after his shower wrapped his arms around you. You were just so relaxed before this suddenness made your heart jump to your throat.

"Toji.. warning please."

A sly chuckle erupted from Sukuna who slips immediately into your right, flapping the blanket up to your chin and along with Toji who was utterly smothered by it. That only made him pull you closer when Sukuna settles in fully, also holding you close. The warmth of your body was like a heater to their drained bodies, smothering you with their brawny bodies.

A collective yawn was made by all three roommates and simultaneous greetings of goodnights.

This was the average night of a homebody and two party goers and all of them couldn't ask for more.

[loneworldgazer]

Hentai tropes that makes you go Incognito type shit

cont: jjk men as weird hentai tropes but I get a little creative instead of them being corny and noncon

pairings: Toji x reader, Choso x reader, Gojo x reader

a/n: this isnt depressed reader x anybody guys I was bored so this is what came out. Minors, be careful what you read online. I am NOT responsible if you fucked yourself over because whatever you read from me. Also I don't condone any bad actions okay, I'm a weirdo with morals guys

Writing has gotten tiring tbh because I can't sit up for many hours because of college so I'll take my sweet ass time making fics this sem break

tags: pervy, cheating in toji's (on the reader's side), onahole use for Choso, Choso and Gojo's are low-key pervy, small descriptions of smut or just nsfw drabbles and just like hentai, all scenarios end after three minutes

Toji: the debt collector/NTR

Your poor, stupid s/o had gambled away their money in secret and Toji was the man they sent out for these types of things. Threatening life, torture was too overrated anyways to make clients cough up cash so loan sharks get a little more creative when collecting pocket money.

"'Scuse me, are you Shinji's?"

A broad man who wore a hoodie had approached you unceremoniously but you knew was sleazy from the way he held that letter in his hand. You had your fair share of odd people coming to you whether it was to serenade or some freak you didn't know that sits at the back at your work.

Crunching down on the candy you were eating, it slowly turned bitter with the zeros you were seeing on the paper. The cold autumn air swept through your face and that cold eyes of yours glaze over but you barely reacted.

"Again?"

Who knew he would be sitting with the spouse of his client over hot tea and little cakes you can pop into your mouth. The ring on your finger does not hold any meaning anymore with what you've heard.

He seen countless of tired eyes staring at him but yours burnt through his skull. It wasn't just a challenge, it was like you were trying to eat him alive; the eyebags added onto that look. It was urging him to spill over quickly.

He explained the details, money and whatnot that you had to earn by the end of the month which made your eyes begin to linger anywhere else but the letter he placed down. You were obviously disconnected from his words that he kept quiet to make sure you were listening but alas, you were lost in the clouds. He reached out for the cake you were currently eating and you poke at his fingers with your fork.

"You know what I should do for revenge, Fushiguro?"

He blinks, reaching over for a different pastry. The flaky crust crumbles under his rough fingers.

"You."

He crushes the puff pastry, white cream dripping down his thumb as he looked at your fiery gaze and lick up the sweetness with a teasing grin.

---

Your partner should be worried that you weren't home and they get more worried when a file is sent to them by you at the crack of dawn. It was unnamed and the cold side of your bed gets colder, clicking on it with a gulp.

What they didn't expect was you covering the camera while this strange man.. wait, it can't be. Toji had you bent over, clasping the camera and letting your fingers brush over it so Shinji could get confused as to what was being shown. That diamond ring of yours shone bright in this specific angle and once your hand was peeled back by Toji, Shinji had this bad headache immediately.

Your slutty face was on camera, tongue out and sweaty like this wasn't the first round you were on. Reaching a high fever pitch scream, the man from behind had pressed your face down on the table so that shit eating grin could be seen when you had creamed all over the man they thought they wouldn't have to worry about ever.

Little huffs of "..faster, faster" were burnt into that tiny brain of his when Toji pounded you to hell and focused on deepening his thrusts into your wetness. He pulled off the rubber that was filled with semen, showing Shinji the multiple used up ones tied salaciously around your thighs. The ravenette reach for god knows what number condom he ripped off to put around that mushroom tip of his.

His thick cock kept on abusing your hole, picking up your head from the wood so you could say a few words to Shinji.

However, there was no words exchanged instead a text that made their face go pale and the expression of pure pleasure had fucked them up.

"Watch from the very top of the file."

Choso: Magical onahole

All Choso had was five bucks and a dream ever since attending college, all because of his extracurricular activities but nonetheless, this sketchy website was one of the things where he (half) shamelessly filled in.

"What's their last name?" "Picture?" "What colour is their pubic hair?"

These questions get uncomfortable to answer and even if he doesn't know he used his common sense but that only made him blush even harder. He hadn't done much pervy things in the past and now anyways but this might be the most horrid thing he's ever done. He assumed his friend must be pranking him because this was too good to be true but what made it worst was the review pictures.

They look so authentic and erotic, there's no way this would be edited to the max with 72 reviews for this type of website. Hell, he shouldn't get so hard when his mouse hovered over the Finish option and groaning when the website informs him that his order will arrive in three days.

You were his longtime crush and he was a tad shy to approach you properly. It's just so hard to socialize without popping a boner when you speak to him. He has auralism just because of you and he was deep into asmrs but he'd never find a voice like yours ever. He'd lose his mind more if this supposed onahole could speak, he'd cum from that alone.

---

After three days, he had gotten a heart attack. You had approached him when he was about to open his locker. He can't help but stare at you, fixing you with a steely look when he's nervous. Thankfully, you don't take notice and held out his pencil case, He left it in the lecture hall and you came rushing to give it to him. It was so caring of you that it didn't register to him that as he opened the locker, a blatant box of the onahole that he ordered was winking up at him.

He quickly slammed his locker, sweat slipping down his forehead.

"Are you okay?"

No, he might bust if you get worried about him and he shakes his head. He assures you he's okay, with that he also convinced himself that he was okay and swallowed. You giggle, pointing to the library and saying you had to go to your friends now.

In a daze, he nods and you hurry away for your session.

He was so gonna kill his friend.

---

He sat in his usual spot in the library, obscured by the shadows and out of the range of the camera. Around this time, couples would be here to hook up but luckily none decided to fuck here and he sits. With his luck, you were directly sitting in front of him miles away but he could clearly see your smiling face.

Now, this was the next craziest thing he's going to do and he undo his trousers and peeled open the box.

The onahole he was looking at was your exact body type and was this how you look like underneath? He brushed his thumb over your tummy and you flinched. He gulps, that was a coincidence, right? The girl you were with was probably playing footsies and his thumb trails lower. Boldly, he rubs at your hole. This was you but it wasn't you but it was you, his cock twitches. He looks up and you were covering your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater and he couldn't mess around anymore.

Gently, he preps the onahole since the website did explain its terms and conditions but it's not like he read everything; his brain short circuited when it mentioned some sort of transmission waves in the toy. He lewdly slid his tongue in, rubbing it in the toy's walls and was surprised when it starts slicking up. He ate this toy out even though it looked ridiculous that he was suckling off silicone in the library at 2p.m. in the afternoon.

Your friends slipped away to buy pop and when you're all alone, you shakily rested yourself against the table.

What he didn't know was how you were in bliss. What was this mystery sensation you were feeling, some slithery mystery tongue deep in your hole? Did you picked a good spot in the library? You didn't move from this specific spot at all and this phantom thing playing with you gets bolder. Tears form at your eyes when you felt two fingers deep in, resisting the urge to moan out in the library and you were soaked.

When something bigger starts to poke at your hole, you knew this seat was the luckiest place you planted your ass on.

Gojo: Invisible Man

The powers of nerdery had blessed him because of his infatuation with hentai he picked up after a rough day of work. He found some odd object on the way home and he was suddenly invisible. He tested a lottttt of freaky stuff when he puts this power on but this time he's going to test it on you.

Fridays were dinner dates he self proclaimed between you and him and his place was next. He felt so fidgety and excited, he was gonna suprise you with this and freak you out. That mischief of his made him rub his hands together.

He puts the trinket in his pocket and watches himself vanish to the environment. Proudly staring into the mirror, he sits on the couch and waits for you to come home. On time, you had made it unlocking the door to his place and calling out for him.

He wanted to giggle like a little Japanese schoolgirl (get the ref) when you were searching for him throughout the house and he slowly stood up from the couch when you stood in front of the TV. He licked his lips, seeing that relaxed face of yours when you stare into nothing. He gets up in front of you, holding his breath. Gojo didn't know that being invisible comes with staring at your pretty face as it blinked away at the sleepiness that dared cross your expression the more he didn't appear right around the corner.

Gojo holds your face and you freak out, lurching back to whatever sensation holds you. It snapped you out of your daze when his hand tickles at your chest.

Oddly silent at this ghost who was feeling up on you, he took it as a sign and brushes down your body. Man if you ever did face a ghost with him around, he wouldn't even let that ghost touch your skin this close but thankfully, it's him being the ghost.

His warm hands go down into your shirt and rubs at your skin, he couldn't resist hugging you and lifting you up to try to make you panic. Surprisingly, a giggle fell from your lips.

"Being invisible doesn't make your shadow go away... Satoru?"

He stopped, plopping you down and looking at the wall behind him and his lanky self was plastered into the wall and he covered his lips almost dramatically.

"Oh my, who would know I'd be caught so early?"

He wasn't even shameful in the very least, disappointed that a pervy phantom groping you after work wasn't a tale you would tell him at dinner. A small grin curves your mouth and you fell back on the couch and his dick jumped when you spread those legs of yours.

You urge him to continue his ghost activities with your feet trailing his invisible leg, wanting the adventurous feel of not knowing where he's touching you once you look away from the wall.

He was given the biggest opportunity of fun.

[loneworldgazer]

Planning to make a Toji and Sukuna fic with a depressed reader, pray I can actually type it all down😂

[loneworldgazer]

Being sandwiched between Kisuke and Yoruichi would heal me right now