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[nymphvc]

several fic ideas floating around in my twisted, weirdo brain right now. i need to gather them in one place and hopefully get some opinions (please)

i'm gonna separate them with colors because it makes my brain happy.

yuuji and you having sex for the first time and he stops halfway through realizing you've both just traumatized all your plushies, so he turns them all around. (this just seems like something he'd do. also he'll be aged-up so if you're not rocking with that, this probably won't be the fic for you!)

yuuji being so genuine with everything that he unironically does the performative man stuff, not in a weird way but he genuinely enjoys clairo and labubus and tote bags and matcha. (honestly just for shits and giggles, my take on yuuji being the cutest character ever, he's so wonderful)

satoru and you going to shelter to visit the kitties and he convinces (more like begs you) to adopt an old man cat and maybe all the other senior citizen kitties. (this will just be cute and sweet with a little bit of pouty satoru, i love cats dude)

satoru as a superstar or some sort of celebrity and you're his publicist. this man has everyone wrapped around his finger except you and it drives him crazy, all the other ladies that work for him are infatuated. but not you. so he acts out in the only way he knows, by sleeping around and as his publicist; it's up to you to repair his reputation and find out why he's doing it. (will probably be long, might have smut? idk yet. also he might be out of character sorry)

choso being a munch, that's all. that's literally it. send tweet. (he just wants to make his girl happy)

NYWAYZZZ which one should i write first, should i scrap some or change stuff please help

[nymphvc]

trying so hard to write nsfw fics because i have so many ideas and they sound great in theory but i genuinely cannot figure out how to pace them or how to start/finish them. .

i have like 7 drafts of many sinful, sinful words. but they're all only halfway complete LMFAO

so i really do apologize if my next few works aren't up to standard but i'll try my absolute best to make them good and make them make sense okay byeeee

[nymphvc]

arguments with satoru . author’s note. short and sweet anddd super cute, i was grinning like a freak while i wrote this. satoru's messages will be in blue! and all "messages" will be bolded. only about 200 words! enjoy!

thinking about satoru being away on a business trip or maybe it’s for a mission and you guys are angry texting back and forth. and youre really upset, like you genuinely think you would slap him if he were in front of you. so you tell him that.

i wish i could slap you rn. |

then the three dots appear and the message pops up. 

| should i slap myself for you?

| actually, don’t answer that. yes i should. 

and not even two minutes later he sends you a video. 

he’s using the front facing camera, recording himself. his hair is a mess and there’s a smile tugging at his lips. he pans the camera over to his own hand and smacks the shit out of himself. like you’re almost certain it’ll bruise with how hard he did it. after recovering from the whiplash given to him by his own hand, he shoots a toothy grin at his phone and says, “sorry baby, i love you i miss you, i’ll be home as soon as possible” then the video ends. 

toru i would NOT have hit you that hard oh my god!! |

| yeah yeah whatever, do you still wanna slap me?

well no of course not! i wanna nurse your poor cheek |

| i’m looking forward to it >.–

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bestfriend!megumi who absolutely adores you, his love is platonic of course– why wouldn’t it be? you're only the most perfect woman he's laid his eyes on. but if anyone asked him about it he would say; “no. we aren’t dating. i don’t know why you would even think that.”

bestfriend!megumi who learned how to do your hair the way you liked, then your nails. they left much to be desired at first, but now you're rocking sets straight off of pinterest. he claimed that it was to save your money, "why go to some salon that would overcharge you rather than have me do them for free?" he said.

bestfriend!megumi who never let you pay when the two of you went out. in fact, you don’t even get to see the bill. you’ve tried telling him that you don’t mind paying once in a while and he just shakes his head.

bestfriend!megumi who stays up with you and does everything in his power to help if you aren’t feeling well. the second you mention having a headache? he's knocking on your door with ibuprofen and snacks. he has you snug as a bug in your bed, your favorite show is going, and he’s in your kitchen preparing a glass of water and a fruit cup. and he's not leaving until he knows you feel better.

bestfriend!megumi who usually doesn’t care for gossip, but when you drop that “it’s just so crazy to me how-” you best believe he's sat. sometimes what y'all talk about is funny, other times it’s mean. but it makes you happy and that’s all that matters to him.

bestfriend!megumi who you have pinned on every app. he's used to your spam, whether it’s cute cat videos or videos that say he’ll go straight to hell if he dares to crack a smile. it can be a lot after a rough day, but honestly? he’s just happy you seem to think of him as much as he thinks of you.

bestfriend!megumi whose arms you'll run into whenever something bad happens. it doesn't matter if it was your fault or entirely out of your control. it's always a judgement free zone with him. you went to him when your ex-boyfriend cheated on you, you went to him when your parents were fighting, you always went to him. and he said the right things every time.

bestfriend!megumi who really.. wishes he was more than just your bestfriend.

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movies and makeouts w your bestfriend ! content. mdni, fem!reader, bestfriend!yuuji, dry humping, several mentions of spit/saliva, makeout, confessing feelings (only like a sentence or so), mentions of masturbation, consent king!yuuji, yuuji is super handsy, not proofread. author's note. this is my first nsfw fic like– ever! i’m happy with it but if there’s anything specific i need to work on please let me know! thank you, enjoy! word count. 1.3k

things started out harmless, truly. yuuji had phoned you after a particularly rough mission and asked if you wanted to come over to his dorm to watch a movie or two. obviously, you’d said yes. I mean, it’s yuuji we’re talking about. what kind of best friend would you be if you said no?

he’d already taken his place on the couch, his arms wrapped around a plushy while you were in the kitchen practically tearing the pantry apart looking for snacks. “i thought you said you had popcorn!”

“i do!” he yelled from the other room “can you not find it?” 

“no?! i don’t know how you find anything— ever! this pantry looks like a hurricane has been through it!”

“hold on! i'll be right there!”

you heard his footsteps before you saw him, surprised at how loud they were despite him wearing socks. when yuuji finally does the threshold you stand up and make your way towards the pantry. “see?? it’s a disaster!” you exclaim as your hands hold open the doors. “wha— it is not! look! the popcorn is right there!” he says as he reaches over your smaller frame to grab it. all of a sudden, you became very aware of how close you both were. how warm his chest was on your back— how strong his hands looked. you froze. and judging by how quickly he moved away, you assumed he realized it too. he all but shoved the plastic wrapped rectangle in your hands and rushed back to the living room.

yuuji had always been a little iffy about being physical with you, even if it was only in a friendly way. but his eyes did what his body never could. even when you would hang out with nobara and megumi, his eyes were glued to you. they wandered from your hands, up your arms, slowed down at your collarbone, and lingered on your breasts. you'd caught him staring a few times but he's bound to, i mean he's a guy, that's what guys do. plus, he's never made you uncomfortable. it's not like you haven't done the same.

after the popcorn was done and poured into a bowl, you made your way to the living room. you sat down, set the bowl between you two, and got comfy. the movie was fine, maybe a little boring for your taste. it probably would’ve been more enjoyable if you could stop your mind from wandering places it shouldn't— especially since the boy you couldn't get out of your head was less than 2 feet away. but you couldn't help yourself. an image popped into your head— it was the time you’d seen him sparring with megumi, shirtless and sweaty and absolutely sinful. god a body like that should be illegal. as much as you told yourself you shouldn't think of your best friend like that, your body thought the opposite. and that night you couldn't help but stick your hand between your thighs. and when you came? he was the only thought in your head. it was difficult being around him after that, but you couldn't just ghost him. it wasn't his fault you were acting like a cat in heat. so you pushed those feelings down, or at least you thought you did.. but tonight had you questioning that.

“hey. is everything okay?” his voice cut right through your thoughts and your embarrassment had to have been painted on your face. "yeah of course! why do you ask yuu?” hoping he wouldn’t hear the hint of nervousness in your voice. he studied your face for a moment before speaking again “you just seemed to be thinking about something, must’ve been scandalous cause you look like i just caught you committing a crime.” he laughed. “oh. no— don’t worry, everything’s good.” you mustered up the most convincing smile you could. it seemed to work because he nodded and turned back to the movie.

“actually— it’s not” you spoke abruptly. your mouth moved before your mind even registered that you started talking. “i really like you, yuuji and i have for a really long time. and i’m sorry if that ruins our friendship i just cant hid—“ before you knew it his lips were on yours, hungry and desperate. your hands snaked around his neck, fingers tugging at his messy, pink hair. his hands were at your side, then your back, under your boobs, on your thighs, squeezing your ass, if he could reach— his hands were there. your mind was running a mile a minute, heart racing, you were panting into his mouth. you found yourself missing the taste of him as he pulled away. a string of saliva connecting the two of you “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he said between breaths, his chest heaving, and his face flushed. “yuuji- this is absolutely what i want.”

that was all he needed. he dragged you into his lap immediately. legs on either side of his, your clothed core flush against his. you didn’t have time to think before his lips were smushed against yours again. he groaned, his hands around your back pulling you further into him. he could feel your boobs against his chest and his head spun. you felt his tongue push against the seam of your lips and you gladly parted them. you felt spit gather at the corners of your mouth, no doubt it looked pornographic. you didn’t care though, you could hardly formulate a thought let alone feel embarrassed.

his hands found their way just below your breasts, he massaged the clothed skin with his thumbs. god, you were so soft. you were perfect— like putty in his hands, gasping into his mouth and drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. he was stuttering his hips into yours shamelessly. if he knew you felt this way about him he would’ve confessed his own feelings a long time ago. his hands ventured lower and he reached the hem of your shirt. he pushed under it and his thumbs grazed your hardened nipples. the warmth of his hands— his lips on yours— and the feeling of his raging hard-on under his sweats brushing against your center were almost enough to make you come right there. you whimpered, overstimulated in the best possible way. it was absolutely pathetic, and yuuji knew that he wouldn't forget the sound even if he wanted to.

your lips finally detached at the sound of your moan, spit trailing down both of your chins as you pulled away. you were catching your breath as you tried to steady yourself, his hands hadn’t left their spot underneath your shirt. he was holding you in place— grounding you. 

“u-uhm we should probably stop there” you suggested, even though you wanted nothing more than to go further.

“yeah.. we probably should,” he replied. though neither of you attempted to get up. the two of you sat there for what felt like an eternity– waiting for the other to get up, to put an end to this. because if you didn’t.. this wasn’t exactly a boundary that you could uncross.

 “okay,” you said, still straddling him. 

“okay,” he responds, hands lingering under your breasts.

watching each other, waiting. several moments pass until you mumble something. “can you kiss me again?”

“repeat that for me,” he says.

“i want you to kiss me again,” you say, louder this time. a hint of embarrassment on your cheeks. he nods. 

he leans in and presses his lips against yours. you’re hoping he won’t break the kiss until you do. so you take your time before facing him again, afraid that once you pull away– this moment will truly end. you’re staring at each other again, lips wet with spit.

“one more?” he asks shyly. one more couldn't hurt, right?

“we don’t have to stop..” you mutter against his lips. he hums happily in response and his hands are moving once again.

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masterlist !!

SAFE FOR WORK .

— bestfriend!megumi ♡

— obsessed!choso ♡

THE NSFW .

— movies and makeouts | ft. y. itadori ♡

IMAGINES .

— arguments | ft. s. gojo

— going to dinner with your boyfriend | ft. c. kamo ♡

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going to dinner with your boyfriend choso . word count. 649

as the black car pulled up to the curb, the valet rushed to open your door. stepping out, you run your hands down your thighs, smoothing down your elegant dress. you’d chosen it specifically for tonight. the restaurant glittered behind the tinted windows, you could tell it was luxurious and you hadn’t even entered the building yet. as you took a breath to calm your nerves, you spotted choso. he was waiting for you near the entrance. despite the seemingly endless sea of people, he stood out. his tall frame and distinctive pair of topknots catching the eyes of many. he’s wearing a tailored suit that accentuates his broad shoulders, a sight that makes your heart skip a beat. when he sees you, he looks like a lovesick puppy. you can’t help but smile as you close the distance.

“you look beautiful” he says, his voice low. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send shivers down your spine. he offers you his arm, and you take it. the warmth of his touch making you forget you were ever nervous at all. the maître d’ leads you to a secluded table draped in a crisp, white linen. once you’re seated, you grab your menu. choso studies his intently, brows furrowed in concentration. he seems a little out of element. despite not knowing how to pronounce half the items on the damn thing, there’s determination in his eyes. he wants to make the night special and he’s trying his absolute best to not make a fool of himself. after a few moments, the silence is broken as the waiter comes to get your orders. “what can i get for you madam?” you skim over your menu as the man across from you sets down his leather-bound tome. after reading a bit more, you decide to be adventurous and point at the dish you want, afraid to embarrass yourself by pronouncing it wrong. “and for you sir?” “i’ll have the same thing please.” he says with a polite smile.

the conversation flows as easily as the wine you've shared. you talk about everything and nothing - your day, his training, the odd weather patterns lately. choso listens, really listens. he hangs onto every word no matter how unimportant it may seem. his gaze never leaves your face, you truly are so beautiful. he asks questions, genuine, thoughtful ones. ones that make you stop and think and you ask the same. you find yourself telling him things you haven't really told anyone else. you're sharing your hopes, your dreams, hell, even your fears. he, in turn, tells you the same. he wants to be an artist, says he's pursuing music. his voice is soft as he recalls memories of his brothers, a faint smile on his lips. as the evening progresses, there's no hint of the nervousness you once felt. it's been replaced by a comfortable intimacy. you realize that it isn't the fancy setting or the delicious food that makes tonight special, the genuine connection you both share. for such a stoic man, he's surprisingly gentle.

as the final course is cleared away, choso reaches across the table and lightly takes your smaller hand in his. his touch is soft and grounding, like nothing bad could happen as long as you're together. your gaze meets his and it's like everything around you fades, everything but him. "thank you," he says softly, a light pink tint dusting his cheeks. you smile and squeeze his hand in response. "thank you, choso, it was perfect." as you step out of the restaurant the chilly night air hits you. happiness washes over you and you can't help but grin like an idiot. the city lights seem a little brighter, the sounds a little sweeter. as choso opens the car door and gestures for you to get in, you know that you'll cherish this night forever.

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WHO IS NYM ?

— hiii, i'm the author! you can call me nymph or nym, whichever you prefer! i write in my free time! please be patient if you're waiting on me to finish a story! remember, writers do have lives. i'm nineteen years young and a cat mom to two beautiful babies. i use she/they pronouns. i absolutely love writing for jujutsu kaisen, specifically choso but that doesn't mean i'll only write for him! feel free to request any character!

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teaser for my next post .

— “you look beautiful” he says, his voice low. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send shivers down your spine. he offers you his arm, and you take it. the warmth of his touch making you forget you were ever nervous at all. —

EEEK i'm fangirling so hard i enjoy writing choso so much he's so wonderful. it should be out in a few hours!

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obsessed!choso who swore up and down that his infatuation with you was only a crush. he defended his actions to no one but himself and he told himself his constant staring wouldn't affect you. besides, it's not like he was bothering you. he admired you from afar so really, he wasn't causing any harm. there were several rows of students between you and him so he could look all period if he wanted to, not like you'd figure out whose gaze it was anyways. he thought about complimenting you on your way out of class, but found himself unable to say anything as you walked right past him out the door. he wanted to ask if you'd like to go see a movie or maybe get coffee because even if you'd said "no" you'd have acknowledged him.

majority of the time he tuned out the professor and ignores whatever he has written on the chalkboard. why study the course material when he can study you? even when he wanted to look away from you, he couldn’t, he couldn’t help but smile when you did, he couldn’t help but let out a barely audible laugh when confusion was written all over your face. he knew he’d have to retake the course next semester but he would do it time and time again if it meant he could admire you more. he didn’t wish for you to fail of course, but he secretly hoped you’d have to retake it too. despite him never saying a word to you, he was absolutely certain that if the two of you talked, you’d quickly realize just how perfect he is for you. you’re a smart girl after all.

he was so curious about you, aside from seeing you during the day and occasionally following you home, (he wanted to make sure you got there safely duhh) he was dying to know more. so he found your instagram on his burner account. he scrolled through it routinely, mostly to ensure he never missed a post. he loved tapping through your highlight tab. he loved watching your stories, you always posted videos of you out with your friends and photos of food. some of the dishes being consistent, others being shown once and then never again. he made mental notes of it all. the songs you posted never slipped past him, he knew a lot of them. of course you had the same music taste, you were soulmates after all. on the off chance you posted a song he hadn’t heard before, he’d open spotify and listen to it, studying the lyrics as though you posted it for him and him alone.

he knew he wasn’t the type you’d typically go for; eyeliner and dark eyeshadow decorating his eyes, heavy platform boots that made him taller, more intimidating, almost unapproachable, his ears were heavily pierced and he bore a large scar that stretched from the middle of each cheek and went over the bridge of his nose. he wanted, more than anything to spend more time with you, to show you that even though he might not be what you wanted physically, he could be the best man you’d ever had. the only one you’d ever want. he would keep you safe, he would do anything you asked and everything you didn’t. and maybe if you saw that, he’d have a chance. miracles happen everyday, don’t they?

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