#itadori yuuji is a ray of sunshine

[squishy-min-mochi]

Pale Yellow and Held Close

Hooooooi!! This is from my A03 account under the name Alis_Corli1666 and I am the original author dw

Gojo-sensei, if Infinity keeps anything from touching you, why do you carry an umbrella when it’s gonna rain?

________

Satoru forgets sometimes. 

It doesn’t happen very often, and usually, no one is around when it does. But Shoko had told him it was going to rain today, so he'd picked up his umbrella on his way out of Jujutsu Tech. The fine gravel crunched under the force of Infinity, and a grey filter settled itself around the edges of the world around him. He could see the clouds gathering in a shapeless bunch, all shades of dark silvers and off-whites. He doesn’t feel the cold like this, but he can see just how much the trees are swaying, and he can hear the wind whispering against his ears. 

Maki had worn her winter jacket at training yesterday, so the autumn chill must finally be settling in.

He ran through his little shopping list in his head. Yaga was stepping in for curse training today, and Kugisaki had begged Satoru to bring her something from his trip into the city. Then all of his students had piled on their requests, and Satoru absolutely wasn't going to tell them no. The demands were as followed;

- Hairpins for Kugisaki

- A pot of metallic polish for Maki

- Fushiguro wanted a volume on rabbit species 

- Panda wanted a tapioca dessert

- Inumaki asked for more tea leaves

- And Itadori—

“Oh? Sensei!”

Satoru turned his head to see Itadori rushing up the beaten path towards him. He grinned, saluting with two fingers towards his student. 

“Yo, Yuuji! You’re a little late to class today, where’ve you been?”

The boy blushed, embarrassed, and stuttered out something about oversleeping from the night before. 

“—was with Megumi last night reading and so we’re both pretty tired-“

He cut himself off the moment Satoru shot him a knowing grin. Absolute mortification bloomed in Itadori’s eyes, and really, how was Satoru supposed to just let that go?

“Oh?” He chided, “you two stayed together last night? How cute!”

Again, Itadori fell into a stuttering mess of words and hand movements, bright red on the tips of his ears and the sides of his cheeks. 

He was saved, however, by the crack of thunder and almost instantaneous rain that followed. Satoru laughed as he watched Itadori get very soaked very quickly. 

He whined, “ugh, sensei!I didn’t bring an umbrella with me today!” Then he caught sight of the pale yellow umbrella Satoru had in his hand and looked back at his teacher scandalised. 

“You’re not even offering me yours! How heartless!”

Satoru leaned back with a grin, feigning the great deal of sympathy Itadori was demanding. 

“Ah ah, I need this umbrella. Would you really try to get your own teacher soaked and risk him getting sick?”

Itadori just rolled his eyes, “but Gojo-sensei, ifInfinitykeeps anything from touching you, why do you even carry an umbrella when it’s gonna rain? You don’t need it!”

Satoru stopped short. 

‘Satoru, you’re not even usingyour umbrella, and I’m getting soaked!’

‘But this is myumbrella. You should’ve remembered your ownone Suguru- now you’ll get sick, and I’ll have no one to train with!’

Suguru reached for the pale yellow umbrella in Satoru’s hand, utterly misjudging how far his friend was willing to go to avoid being helpful. 

He leaned back and flicked up his leg, and Suguru, the absolute fucking idiot he is, tripped on it. 

He resigned himself to hitting the cold, wet concrete in hopes of some sympathy points, but the impact never came. 

Satoru lifted him up from his precarious position, and Suguru realised he wasn’t getting rained on anymore. 

Above him, the pale yellow material cast a golden shadow over Suguru’s face, and Satoru smiled. 

‘There,’ Satoru grinned, ‘now I’ve protected you from the ground and the rain. I’m fighting the elements for you Suguru, how great am I?”

Suguru rolled his eyes, reaching forward and pulling Satoru’s head down to eye level. He nudged their foreheads together and sighed. 

‘Thanks, Satoru.’

“Yuuji!”

From behind him, Fushiguro walked towards the now soaked first year, holding a black umbrella. 

“You idiot, what the hell were you thinking? Kugisaki told you it was gonna rain!”

‘Shoko, why didn’t you warn me it was gonna rain!’

“Ack— I know that! I just overslept and forgot to grab it on my way out!”

‘Su-gu-ruuu! You forgot your umbrella again. Iori says I should tie it to you like a dog so I don’t have to keep getting it for you…’

“You’re lucky mine can fit us both under it.”

'You're lucky my Infinity likes you so much.'

Satoru doesn’t realise he’s staring until Fushiguro shoots him a questioning look. He frowns in the way that Saturo knows means he’s noticed something he’ll want to talk about later, and Saturo wilts a little inside. 

“I thought you’d be gone shopping by now? And… why the hell do you have an umbrella but not Yuuji?”

He looks down at the pale yellow in his hand, and tries his best to ignore the subtle weight growing in his chest. 

“Ah,” he says, knowing that there’d be no point trying to hide his tone shift from Fushiguro, “I must’ve… taken it by accident.”

Fushiguro huffs at that, wrapping an arm around Itadori’s upper body and pulling his back towards their off-campus training ground. 

Suguru wrapped himself around Satoru's back, soaking up his best friend's warmth and grinned as Satoru whines about getting damp. He feels Suguru sigh, deflating in contentment and Satoru has to fight the fuzzy feeling creeping around his jaw and up his neck. His eyes flutter, and he smiles to himself.

As they leave, Saturo waits. He waits until they’re both out of sight, and then he waits until their cursed energy becomes as faint as it’ll get. 

He grips the umbrella impossibly tight. 

‘I should start using you as a packhorse during bad weather Satoru, anything on you would be kept high and dry.’

‘What? No way! I’ll just take you with me to carry it all— my Infinity can protect us both you know!’

The space between him and the outside world dissipates as Satoru releasesInfinity. Silently, he waits for the rain to soak his uniform, then his skin. He waits until the wind chills the water as it wraps around his muscles. He lets the cold roll his bones between its merciless fingers, and drop the temperature of his blindfold so low he could feel a headache splintering his skin. 

Then, and only then, does he lift and open his pale umbrella. 

________

Sometimes, Gojo Satoru forgets. And when he remembers again, the ghost of that memory lingering in the weight of the rain and the sound of the wind, follows him like an old friend.

[edmeom]

jjk memes pt.11

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20

[ezralva]

Yuuji? Yuujiiii....

Yuuji!!!!

[ssaraexposs]

Best boys

[epickiya722]

The differences of Yuji from manga to anime is a little amusing here. Both give "Mr. Left Right Goodnight", but Yuji in the manga wants to make sure being unconscious is permanent.

Both cases, Nanami is like "hold it there, I got this one".

[lost-in-letters]

Thoughts I had on while getting updated with the new released chapters of jujutsu kaisen manga.

1. I think I'm in love with Maki (who isnt at this point, I'd let her unalive me in a heart beat.)

2. Maki. Maki. MAKI. MAKII.

3. Those panels gave me the chills. Pretty sure maki is akutami's favorite. Understandable.

4. So for Gojo to be released, yuuji/sukuna had to die. Letz go suicidal arc next.

5. Angel/Hana calling Megumi her fated one. Like what's with everyone being into fushiguro.

6. Slightly panicked tsumiki might not have enough time.

7. Sukuna is jealous of yuuji enjoying and looking good in a bathrobe.

8. I want to protect yuuji's smile 😭😭

9. MKAI MAKI MAKI MAKI

[seraphdreams]

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGUMI!" | MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— synopsis. it would be so very cruel of you to not show your appreciation for your best friend, especially on his birthday.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— cw. smut, college au, reader calls him “megs”, mention of “angelcunt”, unprotected love-making, bimbo!reader / best friend!megumi, a bit of asphyxiation, megumi with a crush! fingering, and praise. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— word count. 1.7k, a quick read !!

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! hellooo !! it’s a real one’s birthday, this is the least i could do to celebrate. i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing again so stay tuned n ready 4 fics in the future !! sweet college au best friend megumi is always on my mind, something about a stoic but secretly in love trope .. (he’s no better than his father, sigh) .. as always, if you enjoyed this, please reblog / comment. i’ll bake u you’re favorite sweets if u do !! thank u ♡

megumi has always been there for you. through ups and downs, taxing breakups, even the times you’d get exceedingly inebriated and ramble endlessly about your ever-growing appreciation for him — there was no denying the cordiality he’d shown throughout the many years of your friendship. sure, he could be quite cold, maybe even grumpy; but that was just the joy of megumi fushiguro.

and for that, it’d only be right to repay him.

for all of the times he would show up uninvited to your dorm with the notes of the lecture you’d fortuitously missed, blaming the absence on the absurdly quiet lull of your alarm clock, or when he’d let you have the last bite of his food, because only god knows megumi was never above tolerating you. it’d be the work of a terrible friend to let it all go unnoticed, especially on a special day like today.

“happy birthday, megs!” there you stood,

bubbly and bright as ever, in the doorway of his bedroom, clad in nothing but a tiny pink pajama set with a top reigning transparency, it barely left the skin beneath to the imagination.

he had invited you, along with yuuji and nobara, over to his dorm the previous night to keep him company after class — which led to a kugisaki-induced movie marathon, and eventually phased out into the four of you passed out on the fushiguro’s couch, hues of light omitting from the colorful rays of the forgotten television screen and onto your slumbering faces.

with megumi holding the title of competency within the friend group, it came as no shock when he’d woken up the others to send them on their merry way. all except you, of course. the light throw-over blanket clinging to your body neatly as you slept, soft snores resonating within your being aided in megumi’s decision to give you a few extra minutes to rest.

he could never interfere with your comfort.

after your unanticipated birthday wishes, it took a moment for megumi to come to, blinking away his awareness for your scantily clothed body and opting for a more stoic expression.

“thanks,” he replied, tone low and clouded with an air of vague appreciation.

“wanna know what i got you for your birthday?” your query was that of a sing-song manner as you swayed in place. megumi was used to being around absolute rays of sunshine, but you? you were different. it was as if you were the sun itself; warm and inviting yet shone luminous enough to blind onlookers. you were tooth-rottingly sweet, and as bubbly as you were naive.

matters weren’t made any better forgoing the fact that megumi had true feelings for you. it was a running gag within your friend group, jokes that itadori and nobara would make concerning the contrast between megumi’s unwelcoming behavior when it came to them, and impassive patience had times fell upon you.

in fact, obliviousness was your specialty in being ignorant to the feelings of the fushiguro. it wasn’t your fault, you truly didn’t know.

megumi responds curtly, although with a hint of sarcasm, “a break?”

you pout as you rest your head against the lacquered doorframe, reigning defeated already despite the conversation barely racking up a minute’s time. “no, silly.” the words come out as a giggle. “i got you me!”

a hint of confusion glosses over his features before it morphs into that of a neutral expression. shirtless from his shower just minutes prior, and puzzled from what your mind had conjured up this time, he questions again. “you? you got me you?”

you shake your head affirmatively as he starts up once more. “and what do i do with you?”

clear as day, your exchange took a rather suggestive turn, one that neither of you were intending. “well, you can do a lot of things with me,” now stepping into the room to close the distance between your bodies, your response is thick with an air of lust that megumi noticed seemed to come naturally for you. his heart picks up in pace from the sight of your pretty face, and even prettier eyes looking vacantly into his, as if you weren’t aware of the trap you set up for yourself.

he brushed off the slight arousal brewing up within him, chose to play it off as mirth like he usually did when it came to you. “i guess so.”

you held onto his arm, a more distinct, yet adorable look of seriousness on your features. truly, you were a little doll. “i’m for real, megs. it’s your birthday, i’ll let you do anything you want.”

yeah. you’re really going to regret this one.

the word “anything” came with free reign. and even though megumi thought of himself as anyone but a pervert, he certainly was bound to start acting like one.

“anything?” his question came out as if he was treading lightly while he moved to dig through his drawer, perhaps looking for a shirt.

you stepped back to allow him the space of rummaging, while nodding your head and confirming his suspicions. “anything.”

“let’s fuck, then.”

his tone was nonchalant, easy on your ears as his speaking voice regularly sounded, and you would have missed his request had he not straightened up to search your countenance for an answer — deadpan, as if he hadn’t said a thing.

in that moment, all of what you hadn’t noticed, no. all of what you chose to deny had finally been put into perspective.

megumi fushiguro was fucking hot.

“i mean, if that’s what you want then i don’t mind.” your response was succinct, gentle on your tongue and provided him the response he’d been aiming for.

this might be his best birthday yet.

he strode closer to you in light steps before his large, glacial hand found its place on your cheek and silken lips met yours, pulling you into a salacious kiss filled with hunger and want. the press of his tongue begging to be allotted within the slot of your lips was accepted with your own muscle dancing against his. it was dizzying, and dissimilar. for all your years of knowing megumi, you would’ve never thought up the occuring situation.

lithe fingers danced up the skin of your thighs where you part them on instinct, allowing his digits to work on their own to slip past the barrier of elastic fabric and into your little lace panties, softly drumming along the puffy nub of your clit.

“megumi,” you rasp against his lips, swirling your hips over his hand to build up the sweet friction surging from your core. the saccharine croon of his name tasted sugary like vanilla rolling off of your tongue and onto his. he was in pure bliss; ready to take everything you gave to him.

his body responded to your need, fingertips at your clit circling tightly, an action that pulled a string of mewls from you before you gasped at the intrusion of his long fingers dipping into your core. they curled upwards against your gummy walls just until they increased in pace while his thumb pivoted at your sensitive nub, and fuck! where’d he learn how to do that?

he pulled away only slightly to read your expression, the tent in his pants growing taller, tip leaking carelessly at the onsight of your face, screwed taut in pleasure — plump, glossy lips that were slick with spit and moans slipping past without prevail.

underneath him, your legs felt feeble, as if they’d fall beneath you from the surgence of pleasure. “m-megumi, wait, ‘m gonna!-“ you held onto his shoulders for leverage, your warnings of orgasm falling on deaf, distracted ears, until finally, you were a gushing mess in his palm, coating his digits in your essence.

“fuck. you’re so pretty when you cum,” in that moment, he gave you no chance to react when he gently positioned you over his dresser, pulling down your little shorts until they pooled around your knees.

“y’made me so hard, y/n. can you feel it?” he grinded himself over the plush of your ass, teasing before pulling his sweats down just enough so that his hard, throbbing and leaking, length could be free. it bobbed ever so under its weight while one hand began to pump from base to shaft to soothe the excruciating ache. once he felt satisfied in his ministrations, he lined his cock along your awaiting slit.

“a condom, megs.” your reminder came in the form of a soft lull. after all, you two were just free-spirited college students, unable to pay the consequences of spontaneous actions. “don’t have any.” with that, he sunk his cock inside to the hilt, a low groan rippling from his throat at just how tight your pussy clamped around him. it felt like fucking heaven. he could die in your cunt and be at peace.

while you adjusted to the stretch, he began to move; slow, deep strokes as if he were savoring this moment forever. who knows when he’ll be able to have the luxury to sink inside your perfect angelcunt again? you bit your lip to stave off impending moans which ultimately failed when his arms snaked around your body — one hand underneath the cloth of your shirt and pinching at your perked nipples while the other finds its place right back at your clit.

“sh-shit!” you cry out, eyes rolling and mind hazy from the pleasure. his rhythm increased gradually until he built up a vigorous pace. “i’ve been needing y-you so bad.” megumi groans along the shell of your ear. how he got so lucky as to have his dream girl engulfed around his cock, he doesn’t know. all he’s aware of was the tightening of his abdomen, signaling his own impending orgasm.

white hot pleasure replace all feeling in your body, counting down its time until the familiar numbness washed over you in euphoria. a pitchy moan sounded from your lips and an even whorish whimper when the warmth from spurts of his cum coated your insides.

after what felt like a minute of the two of you recollecting your breaths, megumi finally pulled out, shuddering at the added stimulation at his oversensitive cock.

he leaned your head back to meet his lust-filled gaze; calmness of his deep navy orbs now deepened with sin. megumi pressed gentle kisses all over your face while his hands took purchase at your now, exposed, neck and squeezed tight enough to keep you lightheaded.

“you’re the best birthday present.”

[roturo]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ SHE'S BACK! PT2

GUESS HE COULDN'T KEEP IT IN, SO HE HAD TO KEEP IT INSIDE! (again)₊˚⊹♡ dilf!gojo satoru x teacher!reader

tags: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink, jealous!reader, jealous!gojo, fluff, creampie, squirting, matingpress, age-gap, reader is described as way smaller than gojo, tummy buldge, teasing, use of nickanmes, overstimulation, dumbfication, fluff, gojo has an ex-wife, yuuji is gojo's son...

PART 1

Life is fun.

To say you’ve been having the best months of your life would be an understatement. Starting to know Go- Satoru Gojo has been a rollercoaster of emotions. Mostly the age difference. It wasn’t that big, but 7 years was enough for people to talk. And now that he’s turning 32 people have been checking on him for no stop. You guess he was pretty famous when he was younger, at least more than now. 

Even though he is older than you, he’s a ray of sunshine full of brightness for this sad gray world. He finds fun in the sadness, and that’s why every time you see him, not only his eyes shine because of his beautiful blue orbs, but he makes your life shine with how good he makes you feel.

Another day being a teacher wasn’t like any other- But now you have this pink haired kid running across the classroom, and even though you don’t let your personal ‘persona’ interrupt in your job life, you couldn’t stop from falling into your lover son’s cuteness. But you don’t have favorites! At least you don’t say it out loud…

Satoru always trusted you to keep Yuji Itadori with you whenever he had some extra work to do– and he would spend time with you, sometimes at the classroom while you finish some work, or on special days both of you go out for some ice-cream.

But now Satoru hasn’t called or sent a message. 

You were kinda nervous- Your turn was over and you were waiting for everyone to go home, but you were still wondering what was going on with Yuji.

“Hey cotton-candy, is your daddy coming for you?” You asked the little boy, leaning down to have his attention. Not that you needed it much, you know this kid was about to be as tall as his dad.

“Uh, well…” the kid looked up, shifting your gaze too, looking towards a beautiful woman with pink-ish hair and hazel eyes. holy shit- she really looked like Yuji- maybe she was his-

Mom. Standing next to fucking Yuji’s daddy.

Gojo Satoru.

“Yeah?” He called out your name, you were too lost staring at the couple that you never realized you said his name out loud. Shit. Giving the fakest smile to ever exist in this universe you bowed to both of them, while saying your greetings towards Yuji’s mom.

The little kid called your name, losing the soft grip from your hand and while he ran towards his parents. Real. Real parents.

“Look! Mom and daddy are together! They’re taking me to an amusement park because of my birth-day!” His birthday is next week. You know- you have it in your calendar. But you suppose he wanted to spend a day with both of his parents at the same time.

Does she know you’ve been fucking her hus- ex-husband? And you guess she knows about you by the way she looks at you with a sour face, masked with the hypocrisy of a ‘capitalism smile’

“Oh! You must be Yuji’s favorite teacher- Him and Gojo love talking about you.” The sound of her voice almost made you puke, but the moment she places her hands on Gojo, you swear something inside you exploded. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling- your mind full of how you’re getting yourself out of this situation, and maybe out of the city too.

Are they getting back together? Does he still love her? Is he playing with you?

Does he also have that ‘capitalism smile’? Do you have to be at their economic level? The fuck.. why you’re feeling like this! You and Gojo haven’t even officialized any titles for your…. relationship?

Gojo sensed the change of atmosphere once he saw you staring at them with a lost face. He didn’t intend to come here with her. But he didn’t trust her with you. Your shoulders were tense, that fake broken smile you give to people that have hurt you but way too afraid to speak up towards his way. That kinda broke his heart. 

And what angered him the most, was when the witch laid hands on him. He also felt like he was about to puke, way too disgusted with this encounter that it was almost an instinct when he rapidly moved his body- But at the time he did that, a voice called out your name, making you shift your gaze to the sudden voice.

A tall blonde (not as tall as him), buff, (not as buff as him), with formal clothes he could easily identify that were old but classic- nothing like his style. He was not boring. Came walking towards you, waving at you and later placing his hand in your fucking lower back before both of you paid attention to the family infront of you again.

“Oh- I’m sorry. This is the school principal, Mr. Kento.” He might be overreacting, because a principal shouldn’t be this close towards a teacher, his blue eyed-gaze piercing holes into his face, clearly criticizing any aspect that came from him and fit his mind.

Everything after that was like a bullet piercing his head. Getting in automatic mode to survive this awkward encounter and finish the day as soon as possible. Obviously missing the fact Mr. Kento was married and you were his bridesmaid. 

Gratefully the next was saturday- not losing the chance to get drunk and convince yourself that yesterday didn’t happen. You kinda have problems.

Gojo was worried you didn’t answer any of his calls in the morning. Instead, he went looking for you at your house- using the extra pair of keys you gave him. He was practically married to you. At least what he thinks. 

But he couldn’t understand you. Not once he entered the room and found you staring at the TV, your phone long forgotten somewhere. He called out your name, obviously worried about you. Thank god you showered and cleaned yesterday’s mess. “Baby- Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Are you getting back together?” 

“With who? What are you talk-”

“With her.”

Gojo gave you a breathless laugh after the last words came out of you before embracing you with his arms. Feeling the heat radiating from his body, the sun to your moon. “With that witch?-- Ppft”  His chest pressed against yours while he chuckled at your assumption. “Why would I ever go back to her, or even meet other women when I have you?”

He felt the tears coming out of your pure eyes wetting his shirt, before his hand traveled and caressed your cheek– kissing away those awful tears that he hated. If he ever has to see you cry it should be– one, because he fucked you so good, or two because he gave you a ring to be by his side for eternity.

“Are you with him?” It’s now his time to ask questions.

“With who?”

“Blonde old guy from yesterday…”

“Oh, Mr. Kento? He’s my best-friend's husband and he's younger than you Satoru” You said while a giggle came out of your mouth and hit his chest with your hand in a light way. 

“Ouh- You tiny thing- How can you hit so hard?” His movements were fast, caging you as fast as possible in his body while he laid you again on your back into your mattress, filling your face with kisses. Seeing you like this was something different to Gojo, it was… more intimate. Your beautiful smile is all for him to adore. Seeing your small body compared to his affected his brain chemistry, leading his blood all down into his cock. 

“I can’t stop wanting to kiss you when you smile, because I want to steal it from you.” His words went straight to your heart, making you blush and avert his gaze from you. “Don’t hide my love, please- let me show you how much I need you.”

His kisses were tender, starting as pure pecks until those pecks turned into trying to claim you as him all over your neck– making you whimper only by his touch. “Maybe we should fullfish Yuji’s wish of giving him a small sister- what do you think?”

“Satoru…”

“What? He keeps rambling about you even when his biological mother is around. Kids his age don’t know how babies are made- but I would gladly show you how and keep you full of my cum everyday just to make sure, y’know?... fucking you here, at mis house… ffuck- at your desk… whenever I have the chance baby.”

Whimpers became moans once his hand reached your trembling core searching for release. Moving your panties to the side– “Sshit baby- You’re so.. wet.” A moan came out of you when his fingers went back to his mouth and he thrusted his covered hips into yours– also searching for friction.While he undressed you and himself too. “Wanna keep you full and nice f’me. So everytime you sit down you think of me. I would love to see your body once I get you pregnant– Ffuck- Scratch that. I would love to wake up every morning by your side. Wake up because of the cries or sounds of our kids. So be a good girl f’me and get pregnant and wifey just f’me, yeah?... fucking yyeah…”

His voice echoes inside your brain, being a trembling mess once he ponders inside of you. Keeping it there just for a moment and feeling him twitch because of how good you make him feel. His thrusts went feral once he truly realized the size difference and the bump forming in your tummy every time he thrusted inside you. Leading one of your hands to rest on your tummy. “Ya feel that? Yeah baby honey… I’m gonna fill this up with my cum- and you’re just gonna take it.” You were a rambling mess once he pressed hard in that spot- Trying to move his hand away from there because the abuse your g-spot was receiving.

The only coherent thing coming out of you,’ah, ah~, ah’ while he dumped his cum inside of you. Still rock hard and full to do it again. His arms engaged with your legs to have better accesses to your pussy, feeling his cock way goo deeper than the first time– taking you in a masting press.

“Fill me up again ´toru…” And oh shit. That made him go feral. His thrusts were erratic and unsynchronized, but each time you swear you could feel him inside your throat. He knew how to use his thing. Your orgasms were not like the other ones you had before. Coating your sheets and Gojo’s pelvis with your liquids– heavy breathes trying to accompany you while Gojo reached his high while you received him like a good girl even when he could barely fit it in again because of your intense orgasm. 

He would always whisper cute things in your ears after sex. Making the both of you laugh with adventure you were slowly creating with him. The family you were creating. And now? His talk while cleaning you up was about baby names 

A/N: this was an experience... the sex was A LOT for me, i never want to hear the word cock again.

taglist: @sirachano0dles @4imhry @chimmysoftpaws @philiatothephobia @xthatpottahfanx @chaotic-tnt

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna lives literally next door. you live in one of those apartment complexes where you rent a room and then have a common kitchen, bathroom and stuff with your almost-roommates inside of a bigger complex made of apartments just like yours, for students only.

if it wasn't for his 9 year old brother yuuji, who casually lives across from your room (wasn't this place for college students?) and is the literal definition of a ray of sunshine, you'd hate his guts. sure, he's hot for a guy who looks like he's failing half of his classes and makes sure you hear every single one of the girls he brings into his room at night, but he's still a major pain in your ass.

"where the hell do you think you're going?" he tells his brother, leaning on his door, arms crossed. the child is rushing to put his shoes on and zipping his sweater up.

"yn said she's going to take me running!" he responds grinning, tripping on his own feet from how excited he is before softly knocking on your door, all while sukuna looks at him raising one eyebrow.

"i'm starting to think you like her more than me, brat," he grits out just as you get out.

"oh he does, he just doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it," you rub in his face without sparing him a glance. he huffs and rolls his eyes, really wanting to punch you in the face. you ignore him and smile at yuuji, getting at his eye level.

"ready? whoever gets tired last will be the first player tonight in mario kart," you say wiggling your eyebrows.

"deal!" he squeals happily before running out the door. you know he's going to wait for you, he's a good kid, he's not going to run away. he's more mature than any 9 year old should be.

"y'know, if you needed some cardio you could've come in my room," sukuna tells you coming closer and looking you up and down. you have this cute set on that is making him salivate, but he still maintains some kind of distance.

"on my dead body, itadori senior," you lightly push him out of the way and go back into your room to get your bag.

"come on, i'll even push your head in the sheets so as not to look at your annoying ass face," he remarks, and you shoot him a dirty glance. he flips you off.

"can you talk about something that doesn't make me want to rip my ears off?" you mumble while searching for your house keys.

"i can talk about how i'll break your neck if you don't bring back my brother in two hours, if you want," he says, looking at you from the doorway, bored.

"he still likes me more."

"when you get home there will be another lock, bitch."

[daisiescomelate]

Checkout line

Prompt: Sukuna is too proud to ask for cuddles so you pretty much have to guess what he's pouting about when he does. But this time if he wants cuddles, he will have to explicitly ask for them.

Content: Sukuna/Reader, silly, jealous sukuna, toji cameo, unwelcomed flirting, cursing.

div. k1ssyoursister - masterlist

It always starts with Sukuna sitting a little bit closer than usual and being especially quiet.

It is the most subtle of changes, that’s why you miss it most of the time.

You sat on the sofa on your phone and Sukuna –who is normally a big fan of his personal space and is always keeping himself busy with something– sat on the other end of the couch and stared at the wall without saying anything.

When proximity was not enough to call your attention, he sighed loudly, spreading his legs on the cushions and his arms over the back of the couch. He throws his head back and looks at the ceiling, waiting for you to ask him what's wrong.

'Nothing' he would answer, and look away from you; so you would ignore it and keep doing your thing.

When being dramatic didn't work he would throw side glances your way, and you had to be very dense to miss them because he was in no way subtle about it. He would bounce his leg up and down, crack his neck and knuckles or even click his tongue. Anything but calling your name and telling you what he wanted.

Normally that would let you know he wanted something, but sometimes you had your mind on something else and you let it be.

If that didn't do the trick either you would be facing a problem, because Sukuna's next tactic to gain attention was starting a fight.

It was cute, needy Sukuna throwing a tantrum. You never knew why he refused to ask for a hug or to lay his head on your lap directly, but Sukuna's pouty lips had their charm. And today you felt like playing him around for a bit.

“The brat told me the cashier from the grocery store flirted with you again”, he suddenly spoke.

There it was.

He had the tendency to start fights when he wanted something from you because you had the habit of offering pets and kisses in exchange for forgiveness, or to help him calm down when he was particularly cranky.

It was true.

That morning Yuuji and you went to the store together to restock on food and snacks.

Sukuna had been up late trying to fix a plumbing issue in the bathroom so you didn't want to bother him so early in the morning, but postponing the task for later also felt like an inconvenience.

You called the youngest of the Itadori for some company and he turned up to be planning on running his errants as well. To celebrate such coincidence, you both agreed on going to a coffee shop together to have breakfast after going to the store while the grumpy ghoul slept.

So you picked Yuuji up and drived with him to the market, and you both got there early enough to avoid any of the exhausting waiting lines.

But after you finish gathering all the items on your list, because you were chatting with Yuuji the whole time, you didn't realize you both had queued behind a lady over that man's station.

The first time you crossed paths with this cashier a few weeks ago, his eyes had pissed you off a little bit, even when his words might have sounded sweet to anyone else. You thought a sterned look would be enough to shut him up for good, but apparently it wasn't because he had tried again that very morning.

It was infuriating.

You raged about the guy and his condescendent smile the whole way to the car. Yuuji had also wanted to go back and complain to someone about the man because he had also perceived his nasty attitude. You wished you could, but at the time you decided against it –for Yuuji's sake.

Yuuji was a ray of sunshine, always kind and smiling. But he was still an Itadori. His personality could be deceiving for what laid under the surface, he was just as predisposed to get into fights as his brother. Ugly fights.

You would get the guy next time. You couldn't afford getting Yuuji into trouble because of that asshole.

So you moved on with your day. Yuuji and you eventually forgot all about it after some cake and tea at the cafe, reason why the whole deal didn't come to mind when you finally came back home to a Sukuna that had just rolled out of bed on sweatpants and without a shirt on, and whose hair spiked in every direction. It was a sight that often made you forget about things.

But now that uncomfortable situation could be of use to you.

“Oh... Was that what it was?” You said non chantlant without lifting your eyes from your phone.

Sukuna scolded you with his expression, crossed his arms over his chest and asked, “Was it the same dude as last time?”

“Yeah… I think it was. The big guy with the black hair and the scar on his lip.” You saw him clench his jaw on the corner of your eyes. He sat up straight, fully turning at you with the whole intention of seeming offended.

“And what did you do about it?”, he asked with a stern voice.

You guessed deep down, it was annoying for him to hear about another guy flirting with his partner, but if that really were a problem for him he would be less sulky and more –like you said before– picking up the car and going to find the guy for a quick talk.

Right now Sukuna was probably half putting up an act, half wary about your odd reaction to him being defensive about something. Normally when he used that tone with you, you would match it, annoyed at him for talking to you as if accusing you of something.

You kept to your roll, not letting him stir you.

Calm and collected.

“There was not much to do about it. He just gave me a compliment, I said ‘thank you’ and paid for my groceries.”

In truth you told him to go to hell.

Maybe you should ask Sukuna to have a quick talk with the guy.

“Is that all? ‘Just a compliment’? Did you even mention that you had a boyfriend?”

Oh, the guy sure knew that. After all, the first time he hit on you Sukuna was right beside you and he was very vocal about what he thought he should do with his compliments.

“He didn’t ask.”

“He didn’t—?!”, he inhaled sharply. His next line was delivered between greeted teeth, “Don’t you remember how much you complained about him flirting with you even after you told him that we were there together, two weeks ago?”

“Yes, I remember. But if you think about it he wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Bullshit. You paused hiding a smirk, feeling his burning gaze of disbelief from the side. “Also, he’s very good looking. I was kind of flattered.” Yeah, right.

At your comment, Sukuna stood out from the couch as if his pants were on fire. “’Good looking’”, he repeated fuming, “’flattered’”.

“Yes,” you added for some flavor, “you don’t compliment me like you used to. It was nice to hear it.”

“THAT I DON’T—” Sukuna repeated as a broken record, incredulous.

Sukuna wasn't the type to give compliments with words. Yes, he said them because he knew you liked them, but when he actually saw something he liked about you he was more... physical about it. Pulling you close, kissing and staring in a way that made your skin tingle and your blood go hot. Sometimes he made you feel as if he could actually take a bite out of you, he would.

Sukuna walked the few steps that separated the two of you in a blink. You dropped your phone so you could see him in the eyes. One of his eyebrows twitched out of pure anger. Soon he was bending over you on the couch, both his hands pressing over the cushions next to each of your shoulders, cornering you.

“You’re needy for more of my attention, is that what you’re saying?”

You bit your lip to keep a smile from slipping out of you. You could never get enough of Sukuna's attention, that's for sure. You reinforce your serious expression. “I kind of do, yes.”

His nostrils flattered open as he snorted at your complaint.

“C’mon, Suku”, you chimed, seeing your scheme work. “Don’t be angry. I know you don’t do it on purpose.” You flashed an angelic smile at him, “No hard feelings, really. Why don’t you lay on the sofa so I can give you pets?”

“I don’t want your pets”, he bit off.

Ding, ding, ding!

We have a winner!

“You are right,” he said while still looking enraged, “I neglected you, let’s fix that right now.”

Yes! Let's fix that– wait.

It took you a second to understand what he meant but it was long enough for you to not be able to react in time to avoid the way he locked his hands on your hips.

“Suku, wait.” You tried to stop him but your protest fell on deaf ears as he used all his strength to pick you up from the couch. “Suku! You're gonna drop me, hold on.”

Sukuna lifted you up without showing much effort, in a way that left you no other choice but to wrap your legs around his waist for balance. He adjusted your weight so he could hold you properly.

“Don’t get all cranky now, I’m trying to mend my mistake.” You held on to him as best as you could, pirsing the back of his neck with your nails, while he walked with you on his arms towards the other side of the room. "Poor you, needing strangers to compliment you because your boyfriend wouldn't do his job right."

“Suku, it was a joke!”

“Joke or not, it’s true that I haven’t taught you some manners in a while.” He said and he kicked the bedroom door open.

You let out a high pitched cry, and like that, both of you disappear into your bedroom.

A/N: imagine sukuna as a ravish dog you can unleash to go after men that annoy you on the streets.

[tsukimefuku]

tea for your thoughts ❖ nanami kento

summary: after a rough night and with a nasty hangover, you're awoken with tea and sunshine.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, yuuji makes an appearance, overall fluff with a hint of humor.

wc: no idea, but it's tiny

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

"We need to get going." Nanami said, as he unceremoniously entered your dorm room holding two cups of tea and opened the curtains.

The daylight burned through your eyes like hellfire. Yuuji came frolicking in, chanting your name, cheerful, and you suspected that Nanami dragged him along in order to lift your spirit forcefully. After all, last night was terrible and Nanami knew firsthand how awful it was.

"I'm hungover, Nanami. Please, 10 more minutes," you replied, trying to cover your head with the paper thin blanket you had on you. It did nothing to block the sunlight from your sight.

"I brought you tea," he replied.

"Yes! Nanami was mixing your herbs earlier today to make this tea!" Yuuji happily added.

You heard the cups being put on the bedside table, and the smell was actually familiar. Removing the blanket from your face, you looked at both the cups, and then at Nanami.

"I haven't tasted it yet. I made you one," He sighed. "... And Itadori asked for one too."

Nanami pushed his glasses back into position, by force of habit, as he stepped back.

"We have to be on our way to our next mission in 20 minutes. Please, get ready swiftly."

You grabbed the mug, and suspiciously gave it a big sniff.

"I followed the recipe you provided me once. However, I don't know if I executed it correctly," he said.

You took a sip.

It.

Was.

Horrendous.

Not daring to look at Nanami, you kept your eyes glued at the muddy liquid as you said, “it’s... fine. Thank you, Nanami. I’ll just finish this and we’ll leave, ok?”

He acquiesced, walking out of the room. Itadori grabbed his mug to drink the tea, and you promptly covered it with your hand, looking him deep in his eyes and shaking your head.

“Don’t.”

He blinked confusedly, as you took the cup from his hand.

“Trust me, let me make you some Oka tea later, okay?”

“Oh, okay! I’ll wait for you outside. Wait for me, Nanamin!” The only ray of sunshine that wasn’t yet causing you a headache waltzed his way out of the room.

How can someone that cooks so well make such horrible tea? You sighed. Well... It’s the thought that matters, right? You muttered to yourself as you started to empty both mugs at the open window, not noticing you had a big smile plastered all over your face.

[murderofravens]

it doesn't matter now | y.i.

yuuji itadori x reader (any gender)

warnings: dubcon/noncon, blood, emotional and physical abuse, emotional manipulation and mention of death.

post shibuya yandere yuuji whose psyche is so fucked up that he begins using sukuna as an excuse to abuse you. maybe the two of you were in a healthy, loving relationship. you've been his rock through and through, but the aftermath of shibuya came with these slight differences in yuuji's personality and treatment towards you. he gets angry more frequently, he's colder, a little distant. sex with him is different too— he's rougher, degrades you more often, seeks his own pleasure and often leaves you hanging. his strength only ever increases, and sex with him is more hurtful than it is pleasurable.

his lack of control over his life results in him wanting to gain more control over you— which he expresses through a myriad of purple bruises in the shapes of his fingers and bleeding bites all over your body. and even though you only ever want to help— it is clear his treatment has a negative impact on you both physically and mentally. if you try to reject his advances, try to make an excuse; he only manages to emotionally manipulate you into believing that this is what he needs. one time, he choked you so hard you almost passed out. he slaps you into silence if you cry or tell him to slow down. he doesn't recognise his own strength, of maybe he does, he just doesn't care— so it often results with a dark, blossoming bruise the size of his hand on your cheek. those bruises on your neck are too dark to hide with concealer, and you try to be patient, to communicate about how hurtful this is to you, that he's changed, but it's always the same excuse. you want to be understanding— you've loved this boy with everything in you. he used to be a ray of sunshine, your light in the darkness, untainted by the horrors of the world. a smile so bright, it erased all problems in your life.

you want to be there for him, but he's changed. him not taking a no for an answer and his emotional unavailability eventually leads to you seeking an out from the relationship.

it doesn't sit well with him, of course. he lost everyone in his life— he can't lose you either. he tries to force you back into his life, and no matter how much you fight back, he's always stronger. he only tells you that he needs you— through a flurry of forceful kisses that feel more like bites and sharp thrusts that leave you breathless and wanting to throw up. he's made you bleed one too many times. when it gets too much— you scream at him to stop, claw at his arms, kick and thrash, but he doesn't. it only fuels the fire in his veins. it reminds him of mahito, a little, how he was thrashing and crying when he was below yuuji. it fills him with a burning sensation to take out the anger of his losses on you.

and when he's done, and you're a mess of bloody bruises and tears, refusing to meet his eyes— he showers you with kisses that only make your heart race with fear. your old yuuji would never do this. and he tells you that wasn't him. that it was sukuna's influence. that he loves you and he'd never do anything bad unless he was truly provoked. he tells you sukuna has been prompting him to do this, but you know all too well the difference between your once loving boyfriend and the demon that resides inside him. but there's no one you can go to help now— nanami is dead. he would have saved you. he was like a father to you, afterall. nobara is dead too. she would have helped you— she was strong. she would beat the common sense back into yuuji. and gojo is sealed. you're afraid megumi wouldn't believe you if you told him— he's too blinded by his belief in his best friend. yuuji wasn't always like this, afterall, and at the end of the day, it's not like yuuji will let you out of his sight long enough for you to ask for help.

it doesn't matter now. yuuji will do all he can so he doesn't lose you too, and if he has to take extreme measures to keep your life under his control, he'll do it. all you can do is sit back and take it, and hope your yuuji will return to you someday.

[maxineryx]

Sunny Mornings

waking up to bright sunlight in your bedroom, but also your own very personal sun itself.

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x reader

Wc: 544

Tags: fluff, established relationship, aged up characters, kissing, slightly suggestive??, sweet bf Yuuji :)

Rays of sunshine entered your fairly small bedroom through the windows and shutters, creating patterns on the dark wooden floor. It fell on your eyes, causing you to stir in your sleep. Your boyfriend, Yuuji, was cuddled up behind you, arm flopped over your body as his face was nestled in your neck.

His heart swelled with love when you slightly moved, your warmth seeping back into him, proud that he was able to provide you with comfort in your sleep. His fingers traced soft patterns on your skin, his voice a soothing hum as you opened your eyes. You blinked a couple times trying to get rid of the remainder of sleep.

“Good morning, baby.” Yuuji spoke in a low, still slightly tired voice, but you could almost hear the smile on his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You whispered a ‘good morning’ back, snuggling into his warm body. You could feel his sculpted chest against your back as you yawned. His heart fluttered, as it always did, savoring the current moment. Yuuji’s hands moved to caress your sides soothingly, this time nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

You giggled at his warm and comforting touch, taking your hand to lightly touch his soft cheek. Angling your body so that you could press a kiss to the corner of his lips, you watched as his eyes twinkled with pure happiness. He then returned the affectionate gesture, yet turning you around completely so that now you were facing him, deepening the kiss while maintaining a tender sweetness.

After a while you pulled away teasingly, Yuuji chasing after you, grinning as a visible pout appeared on his lips. “Cmon baby… I haven’t kissed you in ages!” He whined, but you were already shuffling to the edge of the bed.

As you stood up and took your phone on the nightstand, your boyfriend pulled the blankets back and mimicked your actions, revealing his muscular frame clad in sleep shorts. You turned to look at him after checking the time, whistling, eyes trailing down his body slowly, then up again. Your heart skipped a beat as his brown irises were already peering down at you.

He averted his gaze almost instantly, laughing nervously with his hand on his neck.

“You look good today, as always.” You spoke soothingly, walking up to Yuuji and cupping his cheeks, already spotting a blush spreading on his beautiful face. You gave him a quick kiss on the nose and disappeared to the bathroom. You missed it then as you turned your head, the complete lovestruck gaze he wore as he watched you. To him, you looked like an angel, the way the sunlight shone on your figure and pretty face, it made his heart thump furiously.

Your boyfriend blushed harder from replaying the sweet gesture— which happened every day, but somehow he still managed to freeze as if it was the first kiss, or hug, or anything that you gave him. Yuuji ran his hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath.

He followed you, preparing for another day that was ahead, of course, spending it in each other’s presence.

It was these mornings that you two savored the most, because even when there was no sun, or if it was a bad day, all that mattered was you having each other. Like a personal sun for one another <3

[ao3feed-itafushi]

in a world of boys hes a gentleman

by stellamoony “The day is like any other really, but Megumi supposes that’s why he’s so satisfied with their current routine. It’s not that he never misses sorcery or Jujutsu High, but he doesn’t have to worry about missions, or demons, or death anymore. For the first time, his life is consistent. He looks up at Yuuji who is across from him devouring his pancakes, admiring the small scars Sukuna’s presence left below his eyes before reaching up and touching his own, matching ones. Megumi worries sometimes. Seeing these marks on himself or Yuuji. Thinking maybe just for a second that Sukuna is back. But these scars are just scars for a reason. They act as a testament that despite what he and Yuuji went through, they’re finally safe.” *** Or, a glimpse into the married domestic life of Yuuji and Megumi. Words: 3352, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Sleepy Cuddles, Literal Sleeping Together, Soft Fushiguro Megumi, Soft Itadori Yuuji, Idiots in Love, Sleepy Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Itadori Yuuji is Good at Feelings, Fushiguro Megumi is Whipped, Established Relationship, they are so in love omg, fushiguro megumi loves the hunger games movies, itadori yuuji remembers the small things, One Shot, Fushiguro Megumi-centric, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, yuuji and megumi are peeta and katniss coded from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/tmAspEJ

[nevermeyers]

Falling into your arms (i jumped so you could catch me)

General Audiences - 4.3k words - ItaFushi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Family Drama, Forbidden Love, Soulmates, Established Relationship, unckuna, Itadori Yuuji-centric, There's something deeply wrong with Megumi but let's ignore that, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Fluff, Never beating the spider-yuuji allegations huh, College | University Student Fushiguro Megumi, Author Is Sleep Deprived, ItaFushi Week 2024 (Jujutsu Kaisen), Sukuna is the black sheep of the family but his advice is really good, Touch-Starved

Summary:

Yuuji is involved in a relationship with someone who doesn't know his face.

He loves him. He really loves Megumi even if he doesn't stop putting himself in danger so that he comes to save him, he loves him every time he heals his wounds and covers him with kisses; he loves him even though he knows he cannot take off his mask when he's with him because it would be a breach of duty.

Yuuji has already broken many rules and he's not sure if he can continue with his relationship under these circumstances. Every time he flies over the city to end up on the twenty-fifth floor of his favorite building, his hands burn with desire and his lips tingle. He doesn't know how much longer he can endure being this touch starved.

Fortunately, Sukuna is there to give him the push he needs to be brave.

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[epickiya722]

Kenjaku, if there's one good thing I can name you have done is on March 20th, you brought Yuji Itadori into the world.

But some of that credit goes to Kaori because THAT WAS HER BODY.