#jjk entries

[uzurakis]

Megumi holding the changing room curtain for his girlfriend while at a clothing store ‘cause he doesn’t like the gaps — did this make sense? 😭

Not a request just sharing this!!

(I LOVE YOUR WORK SM!! YOU’RE MEGUMI STUFF HAS ME GIGGLING💋💋)

IT DOES AND I TRULY UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING WAAAAHH omg . . YES YES YES with his exact words, he’s just being respectful I TOTTALY SEE WHAT URE SAAYIIINGG so lemme jus write a bit on it . . you stand in the small changing room, trying on a new dress. the curtain, unfortunately, is a bit too short, leaving gaps for you to be exposed. as you struggle to adjust it, megumi, ever the gentleman, closes in without a word. he stands outside, his hands gently pulling the fabric together to close the gaps as he waits for you to change. and he’s not just holding the curtain; he’s creating a barrier, a shield of sorts, to ensure you feel completely secure. or it’s just his usual self, being respectful (straight out f his dictionary)

“you don’t have to do that, you know,” you say, peeking out at him through the narrow slit

he meets your gaze briefly, but he turns right away. “i want you to feel comfortable. its no trouble”

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Heavily Censored because it's probably the raunchiest piece I ever drew. Anyway, this is my participation for the SatoSho Discord weekly Prompt: Fairy Tale. Thumbelina/Tinkerbell Shoko

[sisididis]

“Do you prefer sweet stuff or salty stuff?” 

“Satoru might eat some, too, so…sweet, I guess?”

Even when he was toying with the idea of leaving everything and everyone behind, he was still thinking about and putting Satoru first.

They really do make me sick.  

[garoujo]

I GOT GOJO CAT LATTE ART UEUEUE

and also some of the totoro cream puffs :< SO CUTE !

[eggtartz]

✧ 15th October ✧

Toji Fushiguro // A Baby Isn't An Obstacle (f! wife reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : masturbation, soft during pregnancy sex, soft toji

it was a quiet evening where you rocked in the chair beside the windows, having a sight of the park where children played in the afternoon with their parents with them. you watched them endearingly while you rubbed your bulging belly, your baby not too long to be born now. despite all the stigma of negatives of having a child and the fact that some of them are true, you wouldn't change a damn thing because the bundle of sunshine that manages to kick you at unexpected times have given you more joy and excitement than life could.

you heard the door unlocked and looked back, to see your husband, toji coming home. he smirked at the sight of you while putting his big ass swords at the storage room beside the door. "how are you, baby?" his gruff voice greeted you while kneeled down and placed his ear to your stomach "i'm assuming both of you are having a great day" he smiled and nodded.

"indeed, we are" you grinned. he gave you a kiss on the lips, a warm and comforting one that left you fuzzy and giggling like a teenage girl. "what's with giggle, baby? anything funny, hm?" he hummed as he looked at you. "oh nothing, you manage to take my breath away everytime that's all" you smiled

"well, do you need anything? food? water? a massage?" he stood up to his full height. "it's okay, toji. you go ahead and rest" you smiled "alright, i'll cook dinner after i shower" you nodded as he vanished into the other room. you two have been married for two years now and this was your first child with him. was it nerve-wracking considering he had abandoned two of his child before?

of course it was.

however, toji took a different path now and had become a better man. that time, you knew you had to marry him. you remember how he vowed his love to you and then bought you back home and-

"damn it" you mumbled under your breath as you felt arousal creeping up. one thing they failed to mentioned during pregnancy is,

having uncontrollable libido which means you're basically in heat all the time while having a bulge in your stomach. your husband hasn't touched you in six fucking months and you were at the end of your wits. sex toys weren't enough, you needed something else. something bigger, harder.. like.. like his..

you spread your legs and whimpered, your wetness pooling at your panties as you fingered yourself at the thought of getting fucked again. you mewled, going at a moderate pace and swapping fingers inside your hungry cunt.

meanwhile, toji came out from the shower with a towel on his head and around his waist. given the ability of his heavenly restrictions, he was able to hear your whimpers from afar and rushed to your aid, thinking you were in any discomfort.

but no, it wasn't. he saw how your legs are wide opened as you massaged your tits from the dress you're wearing as you whimpered. "t-toji.." you whimpered, pinching your clit. "p-please.. need you.." your breath was ragged and his cock grew under the towel.

"oh my baby, so pretty and cute" he cooed that made you blushed. "did you missed having something shoved into your pussy? is that why?" he stroked your cheek as your mouth opened slightly "need you.. please, give me.." you whined "give you what, baby? speak up" he teased.

"need your cock please, please.. i need it inside me nowww!" you whined and came undone. your fingers were coated with your cum as toji chuckled. "that was a pretty moan right there. i'll help you, hm?"

he carried you and gently placed you on the mattress. "baby, are you hearing me?" he asked, because honestly you're drooling all over the place "baby, if you feel like something's wrong then stop me okay?" he asked, pulling the strings of your dress and pulling it down "i don't want you hurt" he said, removing your panties and your soaked bra due to your lactation.

"won't.. mmh, won't hurt.." you said, spreading legs wide. "i know but just in case, alright?" he laid you sideways as he laid behind. your could feel his hard cock caressing your back as you moaned "tch, i haven't put it inside yet" he chuckled as he spat on his hand, rubbing his cock. he gently lifted your leg up and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the slit that you whimpered "oh god.. oh goddd!" you screamed when he entered.

"it's the cock that made me pregnant.. it's your cock" you babbled as he thrusted in, one hand holding your leg and the other squeezing your boob. "that's right, mama" he purred "it's the dick that made you pregnant. that got you knocked up" he whispered into your ear. he had to close his eyes because damn, your pussy us tighter than he remembered. perhaps it's been too long since you two had action but toji needed to go deeper, harder.

he grab your tit and pushed the milk out of the nipple, groaning at your tight pussy. "ah, damn. i don't think i'm gonna last long" he said, desperately trying not to cum too fast "inside.. please.. inside my cunt please.." you begged oh so sweetly that he came with one thrust and into your pussy. you panted as he kissed your back.

"toji? another one?" you asked with teary eyes. "please?" you swore you could feel his cock growing in your pussy.

as he positioned you on top, he saw your glowing face and your glazing pussy. your tit was leaking with milk and most importantly your beautiful pregnant belly. toji almost prayed to the heavens for giving him a woman so perfect like you and he almost sang as you started moving on your own. "shit baby, so pretty for me" he cooed as you drunkenly smiled "mmh.. my cunt is swallowing you.. look.." you giggled.

it took every strength in him to not just ram inside you because you were clenching around him like a vice, like a suction device that won't let go. he saw his cum running down your thighs as the sounds of your hips meeting his pelvis could be heard. he played with your nipples as you mewled, as you used his cock to your joy. toji was more than happy to do as so, as he sat up and sucked on your tit.

"oh.. ooh.." you moaned as he grazed your nipple with his teeth "your milk is delicious, mama. let me have more, yeah?" he snickered as he lapped on your nipple like newborn baby as you bounced on him. your hands on his shoulders was steady as you stroke your clit "cumming! tojiii!" you wailed as he hold you close and you both came in the same time. he could feel your muscles pulsing around him as once again, your womb drank his seeds.

maybe a child wasn't an obstacle to have sex after all.

[propertyofushiwaka]

nanami is for the oldest daughters who want someone home by 6 and splits chores 50/50

[konigbabe]

the fruits (of my labor)

DAY 4 ⇢ Power Dynamic Pairing: deity!Satoru Gojo x fem!acolyte!reader Word count: 2.5k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; deity/acolyte dynamic; deepthroat; throatfucking; riding Gojo’s knee; p-in-v; orgasm denial; creampie; dacryphilia; japanese terminology and mythology; religious imaginery; allusions to manipulation and toxicity; inaccurate historical descriptions Summary: He's a deity, yet he's faithless. The only belief he invests in is between your thighs. Satoru Gojo enjoys the fruits of your labor that you've offering him of late. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023.]

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You look upon him, his tranquil eyes already on you as he lies on his back; the corner of his lip turned upwards. Legs spread for your naked body to nestle between, your own bloody and bruised knees digging into the soft, plush yaedatami; offering a momentary relief from the pain. Lips bruised and swollen from the stretch, trying to accommodate his girth. Almost cracking at the corners.

If you were told to describe him, only one word springs to mind – Kami.

Divine.

His gestures – possessing an elegance that rivals the dance of willow branches in a gentle breeze. His voice; a melodious biwa ballad. The way blue hues of his eyes resemble the heavens melting into the boundless sea and the moon's reflection on tranquil waters, a sight that both soothes and enchants –

Satoru Gojo was considered an enigmatic legend in your eyes; among the people from your village. A young boy of mysterious lineage, his parentage shrouded in uncertainty. Some deemed him a yōkai, an unsettling otherworldly presence, while others gravitated towards yūrei, a spectral spirit.

He stands tall and slender, a figure exuding undeniable firmness in every line of his body. Hair the shade of soft grey; it reminds you of the moonlight filtering through the forest's canopy near your mother's okiya house, a teahouse adjacent to the gate of your village. Soft and fluffy; as the memory itself. His locks beckoned, inviting you to run your fingers through them, much like those stolen moments when he allowed you to do so – aware of limb-loosing consequences if any other maiden caught wind of your affiliation with Gojo.

Eyes mostly hidden underneath a woven silken cloth. Only allowed to see the day's sun when all others have been blinded; only a selected few made aware of Gojo's countenance.

("It's in the interest of my own well-being," he mumbles against the tender curve of your neck. Teeth grazing the marks there.

His cloth mask's fastened over the bridge of your nose, denying you eyesight. Hands sliding beneath the scarlet hakama, altered into a flowing skirt, enabling him to grasp your bare thighs with a grip so tight it threatens to leave lingering imprints. He's wrenching his pelvis up, engorged cock sliding against the sensitive walls of your drenched core as he moves you up and down his lap.

Robe shamelessly untied and disheveled but still hanging from his shoulders; with your arms clinging to the garment for dear life, a lifeline that anchors you as he delves so deeply that it elicits a desperate mewl from your lips, pushing aside any lingering questions.

"I cannot allow commoners to pose threats to my safety. After all, I am but a Kami." His hand raises one of yours, placing your palm flat against his. In that instant, you feel it—the non-existent space between your palms expanding, pushing your hand away from his. An invisible barrier materializing and separating your limb from his. It makes your fingers tingle.

"Who would–umph–desire to hurt you, my honored one."

A forceful push surges from behind you — or at least it feels that way — propelling your body towards Gojo's body. Lips colliding with his, all tenderness vanishing from his actions. His strong arm encircles your waist, lifting you up and creating the sensation of flying through the air. In one fluid motion, he turns you both around, deepening the kiss when his tongue plunges between your gasping lips.

"No one would dare, angel.")

– His taste. Briny yet the pearlescent droplets of his prespend sweet. With your cheeks hollowed, nails digging into the meat of his thighs, you savor the saline tang of him on your tongue. Tears teetering on the edge of your waterline, threatening to spill down your cheeks; eyelashes fluttering as he thrusts his hips upwards. Hand on the crown of your head pushing down simultaneously.

The swollen tip of his leaking cock plunges into your throat, scratching the sensitive back of it, and causing an involuntary gag reflex, throat instinctively closing.

"Just like that," Gojo groans in response to the sensation of your tight throat suffocating his cock, his arm positioned behind his head while the other moves to cup your cheek. His thumb tenderly wipes away a tear tracing a path down your face.

You look upon him, his tranquil eyes already on you as he lies on his back; the corner of his lip turned upwards. Legs spread for your naked body to nestle between, your own bloody and bruised knees digging into the soft, plush yaedatami; offering a momentary relief from the pain. Lips bruised and swollen from the stretch, trying to accommodate his girth. Almost cracking at the corners.

Leaving only his tip inside, you suck; draw him in, the tip of your tongue swirling over his slit as you let all the saliva gathered in your mouth coat his head, letting it dribble from the corners of your mouth onto his cock. Using your hand to spread the slick, covering his entire length in the mixture with your tongue concentrating on the spongy spot under his tip, slowly moving down until your lips meet your fingers wrapped around his hilt.

With bated breath, you ease your throat open wider, feeling the mushy head breach the gateway to your trachea; the friction growing more intense as he pushes past your tonsil area. Swallowing carefully, you take him in until his pelvis presses flush against your nose. You add a low hum to the mix, your fingernails lightly grazing the taut muscles of his abdomen, feeling it tighten as he twitches inside you. Something swells in your chest, expands and tightens over the feeling. Pride? More like a fervent devotion that borders on reverence.

"You little akuma–" he lets out a breath, fingers tracing the bulging curve of your throat before you pop him out with a wet sound. You repeat after – take him fully down your throat, keep him there and humming; vibrations shooting up his every nerve ending.

And the sounds he makes – the groan he lets out is drawn-out and echoing. You kiss his cock one more time before nipping at his sensitive area just below his abdomen, muscles hardened and shaped into a v. A place stained by the nips of your teeth, nicks of your nails; a teasing breeze caressing the shoreline.

Face moving upwards, your lips ache to meld with his. Yet as his breath mingles with yours, his fingers snake around your throat, tightening their grip.

Gojo holds your face intimately close to his that you can discern the white sparkles seemingly dancing within his eyes.

So close that you can distinguish myriad shades of blue within his iris, reminiscent of the Pleiades, or the very hue of the sky on a day when wisteria blooms swell.

"What are you doing," his head tilts to the side, lips tracing the corner of your lip until moving to your jaw. Soft gentle nibbles in contrast with the tight grip on your throat as you remain on all fours above his body that's still adorned in his night robe but completely untied.

A light breath escapes your yearning lips, eyes searching his face for any imperfections, any blemish in his otherwise divine visage – but finding none. Heart pounding in rhythm with the intensity of the moment, you believe that he's capable of hearing the beats. Thump, thump.

"Akami," you mumble, eyes falling to his lips when the tip of his tongue peaks out to slide over them, "kiss."

You remain motionless, almost paralyzed by the heated tension in the air, afraid to make a move or even swallow. Your cunt drenched, folds glistening with need to be filled. It pulsates, thumping steadily as if your heart dropped between your legs.

Gojo's eyes, once filled with desire, now appear almost bored, as if he's testing your resolve.

"Do you believe you are deserving of a kiss from Akami?"

Your head sways from side to side instinctively before you even fully process his question. Thighs failing to press together to relieve some of the tension as his wide frame blocks your attempts.

"I would not pose such queries without belief in their pertinence, correct?"

You nod. His face contours, creases between his brows. Bending one leg, he brings his knee to your cunt. Pressing onto the pulsating nerve on top, making you mewl and moan from finally getting some release. Your hips shamelessly grind onto his offering knee, painting it in your juices.

"Speak," he corrects you, putting his knee higher — forcing your calves to strain in order to remain on the soft cushion.

"You are—mmph—," Gojo's eyes flick down to see the way your pussy parts for his knee, circling it and disturbing your chain of thoughts, "—you are correct, Go—gojo."

"Good," his thumb presses against your lower lip, forcing your mouth to part more before he pushes the digit flat against your tongue, "then undertake a deserving act."

Satoru Gojo refuses to allow your lips contact with his. Even after what feels like hours – when he's already painted your body in his pearlescent spent, now slickening your gummy walls and sticking to his cock like honey – he's continuing to pound into you with relentless strength.

And yet he still doesn't let you reach the sweet high. Unable to tumble into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body his canvas, on which he paints strokes of desire – a merciless dance on the edge of rapture; where you can feel the waves building and receding like a capricious ocean tide.

("Patience, my angel. You're too pure to be stained. My forsaken tenshi.")

Robe finally discarded, he has you positioned to bend over the side of the yaedatami; high enough for your back to arch forcibly. The stretch across your abdomen feels like a taut bowstring. Ass up, held aloft and elbows pressed against the floor. Your hands grope desperately for purchase – yet finding nothing in this empty sleeping chamber – as Gojo looms over you, one arm bracing his weight beside your head, the other cradling your cheek as he spreads you wide for his cock to plunge insanely deep into your leaking cunt.

His thrusts are relentless, each one driving his cock impossibly deep. So deep it makes you feel as if the tip of his cock grazes your cervix, a blunt pressure inside building with each pivot of his hips. It builds steadily inside you, like a dam about to burst. And the loudness of your moans only assures the man in your body's response to him – his body, his heat. His cock. All of him.

"Just like that–," Gojo's voice's raspy, throat strained from the sounds of pleasure he's given you, "stay down—ugh–"

His words cause your back to arch more; prideful in his praise. The pleasure profound, toe-curling and spiraling through your body.

"Gojoo–," you try to meet the aggressive roll of his hips, even if the position doesn't let you move too much, "please–'m so close–please…"

You're begging, whining for him to never stop. To – for once – listen to his acolyte's pleas for release. And just as he senses your cunt quivering, throbbing with the impending orgasm, he draws a sharp thrust. Body heavy against your bottom, bottoming out before pulling out.

His response is a single word, "No" escaping his lips. Sitting back on his legs, his eyes lock onto the sight of your cunt – spread open, his own cum trickling from the fluttering, empty hole, glistening as it strains your inner thighs; pussy puffy and swollen from overstimulation. Chest puffing out, he basks in the tableau before him.

"I shall have a painter immortalize such image," he muses, leaning closer. Fingers tracing the curve of your calves, gliding over the skin of your thighs, bathing in the slickness of your inner thighs. He swipes the blend of his cum and juices from your cunt, collects them on his fingers.

In a commanding gesture, he raises you up, positioning you to sit atop your legs, mirroring his own stance. His wet fingers dance along your parted lips as you grow more desperate.

"Please–," you beg more, licking the saline sweetness off your lips, throat parched, "please–."

Gojo doesn't respond – not immediately. Instead, he turns you to face him with your back. Pulling your body onto his sitting lap and thrusting his cock into your abused cunt without any resistance. Your body strains as your back arches, head falling back to rest against his neck as his hands grasp both of your biceps, securing you to his chest as he thrusts upwards.

"You reach your release only when I deem it," his lips trace your neck, biting the sensitive flesh as he moves you up and down his lap. You can feel his cock scratching that insatiable itch deep inside you, each punishing thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The emptiness that follows only stokes the fervor building within you, a desire that only HE can satiate.

And does he take his time…

Legs pushed against your chest, his body weighs down on you – folded almost in half. Tears of exhaustion and bliss course down your cheeks, his name on your lips. Moaning, gasping, arching your back as you lose yourself to the euphoria that builds inside. His cock pushes against your clenched walls, swelling and so close to releasing and coating your walls with his sore.

But Gojo holds tight to his resolution; muscles taut under your trembling body; your fragile body. You're his to do with as he pleases, after all.

"Ahh–close, Gojo–please," you plead, feeling his cock plunge into your core, and the stretch of your cunt swallowing him to the root, "I want to–ugh–I can't–"

He cuts you off with a rather painful thrust, the head of his cock bruising your cervix, it seems. Making you gasp at the suddenness and pain. It's afterward that he slows down, rapid thrusts becoming languid rolls of his hips. He moans, gruff and low in his throat as he pushes himself deeper inside of you with each movement.

"You cannot what?" His eyes gleam even as he gives you a momentary reprieve. The thrumming pleasure from being so completely filled subsides, but not entirely leaving altogether – just enough to remind you that Gojo's presence is still there.

"I can't–," you whimper in his ear as he moves onto his elbows, straining your hamstrings until you feel as if he's gonna tear your legs apart, "I can't…"

"You cannot what?" Gojo demands, his cock stilling inside you, only to resume as he leans you forward, "tell me, my faithful one."

"No more–please," your lips search for his; to which his head fives to your clavicles, nibbling the tender and sensitive skin there, "I need the release, please," you beg with a strained voice.

His eyes flutter shut, teeth catching hold on your shoulder, harder than they should, "beg one more time. Let me hear your prayers."

He's waiting for a particular syllable and sounds; the first syllable of his name. For it to flow out of your lips.

"Please–," your voice becomes but a mere exhale, body spent; falling to his mercy. Shaking as you beg for this man to take whatever he wants. The only reason you're even able to speak is to plead for release, having nothing else to offer but yourself freely to him. A twisted, filth-covered shinsen.

In the end, Gojo eventually does take your offering, grants you your release.

Being that way for several moons.

[strawmaerry]

heaven with you | g. satoru

the sun is smiling down at the earth and the bright atmosphere does not quell the feeling of emptiness you have.

the cemetery is quiet. although there are people visiting their loved ones, it is peaceful which you do not feel at all.

it has been months since that day and never once did you visit him. how could you? he was killed right in front of your eyes. no significant other could stomach the scenario happened.

your white maxi dress billows around you like butterfly wings as the breeze feel you up. you stand in front of his grave and just stare at his name.

when you look at his name before, you feel nothing but happiness because one day, you will bear his surname. as his partner, as his wife, as his girl.

but now, you feel nothing but heartache because you two will never achieve the dream you always talk about.

“you’re such a cheater…” your voice breaks as a sob comes out from your throat. you kneel in front of his grave as the baby breath flowers you bring slowly caresses his grave.

“you promised that we will always be together! you promised that you would never, ever leave me! you swore that you would always beby my side! that we would conquer everything that life throw upon us! you fucking promised…!”

you keel over his name as uncontrollable sob escape you. this is the first time you let out your feelings. you acted like you were in auto-pilot when you did your everyday work. you were like an empty shell of who you were before.

your friends advise you to move on. live for him. don’t be stuck on the past. accept the pain. he wouldn’t want that for you, they say. he doesn’t want you getting hurt by him, they say. we’re here for you, they smile.

“what’s the purpose of being alive if you’re not here? i will follow you through the depths of hell with a smile on my face if it means i get to be with you. in this world where i make friends with death all the time, i’m not certain when will be my last breath or when will be the last time i will be able to feel you…”

the world stops in its axis as you stare at the name of the love of your life. the name of the person you’re willing to risk the love for. the name of the person who brought nothing but joy in your life. the name of the person who completed your heart and soul. and the name of the person who brought peace of mind to you.

“heaven is a place on earth with you, satoru.”

[vulcanette]

took a detour from being sad about satosugu to dip a toe into the sukugo waters. I love it. It’s insane but it makes absolute sense to me and I’m having a ball over here

me putting the pieces together:

[evee-lyn]

i’d get down on my knees for this man

[uzurakis]

suguru “hands attached to your hips/waist” geto

it’s a must, it’s his accessory. you’re walking through the busy streets with geto suguru, and as always, his hand is firmly placed on your waist. it’s become such a natural part of your relationship that you hardly notice it anymore

"do you ever get tired of holding onto me?" you tease, glancing up at him with a playful smile

he looks down at you, those dark eyes content with amusement. "now, princess, why would i get tired of the best thing in my life?" he replies smoothly, fingers giving your waist a gentle squeeze

as you reach a quieter street, he stops and turns to face you, both hands now resting on your hips. “you know, i hold onto you because i don’t want to lose you in the crowd,” he says softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip

you roll your eyes playfully. “sure, sure. it has nothing to do with wanting to keep me close?”

his lips curl into a smile. “well, that too,” he admits, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “but mostly, it’s because i like having you right here.”

[solarwynd]

Armys completely gutted WHO for a ft song and didn’t even manage to rechart Joon on artists while doing it…Like why is multitasking just not a capability?

[sisididis]

A comfort headcanon of mine ('comfort' is up for interpretation here) is Suguru leaning close enough to Shoko to hear the shock mingled with hope in Satoru’s voice upon finding out that she met him in Shinjuku. What could he have told her? “Hold him up until I get there.” “No way, I don’t want to die!” Everything about the KFC breakup is criminal. Everyone from the animators to the voice actors did everything in their power to make us understand that Satoru could no longer keep up with Suguru in any respect. It’s why Satoru looks so uncharacteristically young and desperate while Suguru looks so much older and colder. That part where Satoru almost 'hollow purples' Suguru? The visceral sound he makes like he's choking from the inner turmoil of having to decide whether to kill his best friend or not? Criminal. Absolutely criminal!

[a-fuked-up-mess]

nobara has a personality! i was kind of worried when she was introduced that either she might be girlyfied or just introduced as a potential love interest but man, she's fun. gojo: good, alright, she's crazy. absolutely crazy and so bloody dramatic. yuji: a roller coaster of emotions. reminds me kind of of misty from pokemon. other than that, her backstory... i feel it when you have to leave or people leave you, out of circumstances.

oh and how well those three got along together.

plus, i wanna know about the blindfold, nobara questioned it immediately, too.

some scenes i feel like i should mention... nobara about the modeling gig and yuji wearing those glasses and calling her embarrassing. kugisaki's pov. yuji and nobara's reaction to the tokyo outing and the next after finding it's work. yuji's spin in the air by nobara's kick. the straw doll.

p.s. the tokyo skyline at sunset scene. abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

also, i kind of figured out this much: megumi is the quiet kid in last who always gets top marks. nobara is the girl who does sports but is also up for doing other things if she feels like it. yuji is the guy who's friends with everyone but not really and only has one or two friends as it was evident in the first episode. meaning, their personality matches their story. and gojo is the teacher who's worse than the class clown sometimes and thrives in drama.

[eggtartz]

✧ 13th October ✧

Choso Kamo // "We're Learning?" (f! non-sorcerer reader)

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warnings : cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating

choso is a one hundred and fifty year old curse, there's no denying of that. he was a curse, you were a human. both have different lives, different reasons on living yet here you are on top of him, giving him a wash with a loofah because it's lucky if he ever experienced a bath. "y/n?" his grovelling voice which was always misinterpreted as cold could be heard "why are you doing this? i'm not human.." he said, vulnerability and fragile in his tone.

ever since you got caught up in the shibuya incident, where you saw him having a mental breakdown and despite your flimsy halloween dress was ripped over the chaos, you pitied him. he looked lost, sitting at the corner so you helped him to his feet. you two are inseparable since that day.

"well, i just like you. don't you like me too?" you untangled his hair, washing it with spurts of fragrant shampoo. "i.. thank you.. i don't know how to say thank you enough" you smiled as he his hands caressed your collarbone, content with this feeling and being away from all the commotion for once. "i think i have an idea how to repay you back" he beamed.

"which is?" you crooked your brow "i wanna make you feel good, isn't that what humans do? sex?" you almost dropped the soap in your hand "but i don't know how to do it, could you teach me?" the soap in your hand dropped. "r-really? you don't have to, choso" you chuckled nervously. "but i want to. it's the least i can make you feel" he insisted.

drying his hair, you went to think of how in the most subtle way to teach choso how to make you 'feel good'. don't get it wrong, who doesn't like sex especially with someone you're really fond of? it's just, it's a rare occasion and you don't want to embarrass yourself. "mmm, all dry now" you said softly, flicking his hair and pulled a hoodie to fit him. "can we start now?" he was clearly eager when you're a nervous wrecked.

"o-okay.. where do you want? the bed, couch-" your words were cut "bed."

you nodded and shuffled awkwardly into the bed, your shirt was a bit damp and the strings of your sweatpants were loose. "y-you can start with kissing me" you said and he nodded, moving beside you as he bought your face close to his. "n-now, just put your lips on mine but not stacking like that. just angle it a bit and it'll be way better" you gently guided him, your lips againts his. "like that" you kissed him, lips moving slowly as he frowned and concentrated. he reciprocate your movements.

"mmfgood choso," you complimented him between kisses, letting him know that he's doing well. "you can go a bit harder" you said, cheeks flushed as he nodded again. he was quick to reattach his lips with yours, swiping your bottom lip with a thumb as he bought himself closer.

"y-yeah.. you're good.." you panted as the kiss went intense and the feeling was elevated when he placed his tongue in your mouth. psychically, you almost melted at how warm it felt. his tongue was swirling with yours, like he always plays with your hair. you two shared saliva as you sucked on your bottom teeth, craving and wanting more. "d-did i do good, y/n?" he asked, both of you catching your breath. "g-good.. really good" you smiled, patting his shoulders.

"i always wanted to do this" he said

"do what?" he moved down, squeezed one boob from your shirt "something i think a lot of women enjoy" his raspy voice increased "though i don't know how exactly to do it" he kissed your clothed belly "i hope you could show me how, y/n" he ended up down there, his face directly at your crotch "may i?" he was eager to learn, to please and you were already at edge. so, you nodded and pulled down your sweatpants and your pink panties are on display. "so pretty, i've never been this close to a female reproduction organ before" he commented that made you almost giggle, given how aroused you are.

"could you teach me, y/n? please?" he asks, giving wet kisses in your thighs while nibbling on them that you slightly whined at how good it felt. he went to your inner thigh, so close yet so far from its final destination. "o-okay.. you can.." you croaked your words "u-use your hands first.. you can lubricate it with your spit" you slowly guided him as he pushed your panties down and it was off. your gushing entrance left him enticed but he knew to be patient. he spat onto his right hand, smearing the glob on your entrance that you moaned.

"y/n? is that good?" he asked while rubbing your pussy that left you dizzy. "y-yeah.. make sure it's wet enough so you can put your fingers later on.." you refocused and looked down. how you regretted the decision because choso was diving into your pussy, drinking in your essence like a dehydrated person and you were the only source of water left. the way he slurped, the way he used his head and not only his tongue made your eyes bulge and your hands gripping the sheets.

the sinful squelching accompanied with his nose on your vulva set you off to the heavens as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, burying his face deeper into your pussy. "s-so good.. please.. don't stopp!" you panted, toes curling with anticipation.

"c-choso.. look.." you stroked his forehead for his attention "this is the clitoris, this is important okay? thi- wah! not so fast!" you weren't done with your explanation as he rubbed your clit and hummed. the vibration went to your pussy and you feel like you're almost there. "a-ah! almost! keep going!" you almost screamed as his rubbing and pussy eating got rougher and you came undone, liquid gushing out from your aching core. "mmah.. you're so delicious" he commented, licking up your cum.

your feet twitched as sweat fell from your forehead "t-that was.. very good, choso.. you barely needed guidance at all" you uttered through ragged breath. choso sat up, his chin was smeared with clear substance that made you blush. "you taste really good" he remarked again, making sure no essence of yours gone to waste. "i need to taste more" he said and spread the lips of your pussy. "w-wait! it's sensitive!" but choso was far gone, far drunk for your pussy.

he used two fingers to spread your pussy lips and once again spat on it, rubbing the entrance. "i think this is wet enough" he mumbled. you were going to ask, wet for what occasion until he placed one finger in your pussy and instantly wailing "ohh.. oh god.." you blinked your eyes shut at the girth of his thick hands as he thrusted inside and out. "is it good? does it feel good, y/n?" he asks and you struggled to answer.

he took out the finger and placed two in his mouth before thrusting it in your pussy. "shit.. wait! oh, shit.." you cursed, holding onto his hair again as he went with a vigorous pace and you looked up to your bedroom ceiling with an opened jaw. "oh, i forgot" he mumbled again and his mouth latched to your clitoris, making you scream. "that's it! fuck me with your fingers!" you moaned and he smiled "heh, i'm doing a good job if you're screaming so sweetly like that" he smiled and placed another finger while lapping on your clit.

you groaned, the pleasure all too much too handle. you looked down and the sight of choso with his eyes closed, mouth on your clit and three fingers going inside your pussy made your stomach flutter. "oh choso! i'm going to cum again!" he looked up. "then, cum." he said, too laid-back as you came undone for a second time, squirting slightly at the end. you were visibly shaking, eyes drunk and hazy as choso ate your pussy again. he was determined to not let anything go to waste.

he came up to you later and kissed you feverishly, as you could taste yourself on his tongue. "y-you.. did so well" you smiled through your drunk expression. "i had a good teacher" he snickered and you giggled. "think you can teach me more?" he asked and who were you to decline?

he's so eager to learn anyways.

[garoujo]

i am being so deeply serious when i say jjk 236 hurts more than my last breakup did idc these characters are MORE THAN JUST LINES TO ME