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a study in gojo's upbringing

notes: this whole fic is a trigger warning: death of a parent, c.a. wc: 2.1k

i have so many hcs and since we have nothing i decided to make something

satoru had never been a gentle child. even during gestation he gave his mother hell, plaguing her with chronic backaches and debilitating nausea. she could hardly stomach any food, leaving her bed-ridden and exhausted. the pregnancy weakened her body significantly; this young, promising sorcerer was reduced to a shell of who she once was. after more than 26 hours of excruciating labor, satoru's mother unfortunately lost her life in exchange for his.

his father despised him for it and never hesitated to express his distaste for satoru's survival. itsuki gojo never held his son even when he stood beside his wife's deathbed as satoru screamed relentlessly in the wetnurse's arms. despite the tragedy, one thing held true. when satoru opened his eyes for the first time, they glowed a crystalline blue- the gojo family had once again been blessed with the gift of the Six Eyes.

while his relatives mourned and breathed their sighs of relief, other sorcerers toasted to satoru's birth. members of the other prominent clans showered the family with gifts and well-wishes. people were desperate to get a look at satoru, to gaze upon the rarity that was the Six Eyes. the world seemed to center around this motherless white-haired baby boy whose father resented his sheer existence.

itsuki gojo saw his son as a killer. this tiny little blue-eyed boy was unloved by his father because, in his eyes, satoru had taken her away from him. he lost his wife and gained a powerful position in a family he had no love for. this mental instability paired with such a sudden increase of power was a deadly combination. his moods were often fickle and he was generally unpleasant to be around. itsuki was protected only by tradition, but that’s not to say that the family respected him. his neglect of satoru was no secret.

itsuki gojo had been dead last in the line of succession for becoming head of the family. he had married into the family and his wife had been the last grandchild born to the youngest son of the current head. he had zero hope of ever climbing to the top, not to mention the death of his wife, which had brought shame to his branch of the family. regardless of the clan's resistance to itsuki, satoru's gift made him the head when he came of age. until then, however, his father would be the one to do the job in his place. this meant that satoru seldom saw him save for at family dinners or when the gojos would host important officials in their home. satoru did not see the man as his father, only knowing him as such because that's what everyone told him.

the world began to change rapidly with the birth of satoru gojo. the Six Eyes was a flaming target on his back, not only for curses but for other threats as well. his head fetched a high price in the darker places of the jujutsu world which seemed only to increase as the years passed. satoru was placed under constant supervision for the first five years of his life, per his father's orders. it was less that itsuki cared for the wellbeing of his son and more that his position depended on satoru's survival.

his position as head of the clan was at stake if satoru didn't present with the Limitless technique. of course, the Six Eyes was a powerful gift by itself, but the family was eager to see whether had inherited both the techniques. the whole clan held its breath as satoru's infancy and early childhood crept on by. it had been 400 years since a gojo had been born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes. it would make satoru the strongest sorcerer alive; his power would be unparalleled by anyone.

if his son didn't receive those traits, itsuki's position as head could be jeopardized from the disappointment. not to mention the amount of enemies he already had in other branches of the family. they saw him as an outsider and he was not a pleasant man to be around. tradition was the only thing keeping him in charge. it would shame him further, and this fear of rejection brewed into an obsession with satoru once he turned four.

on his fourth birthday, satoru's father asked his aunt kaede to bring him to his office. satoru thought it was strange; his father never asked to see him. itsuki was desperate to see whether his son would present with the Limitless. he brought gifts and sweets for satoru and ask him all sorts of funny questions, a lot of which made him laugh. satoru started looking forward to these visits, always accompanied by his aunt kaede.

satoru was cared for almost exclusively by his aunt, who, unbeknownst to him, was a spitting image of his mother. she thought of him as her own, and had spent every moment of the pregnancy by her sister's side as she grew consistently sicker and weaker. she wept every night after putting satoru to bed, screaming at the sky until her throat hurt, wondering why the world had taken her sister away.

the jujutsu world was cruel, deadly, and unforgiving. the price of strength and success as a sorcerer was often one's morality, and while satoru had a tendency to stir up trouble, not once had he ever felt the need to delve into the dark. he credited this to the promise he made his aunt kaede. "be strong for me."

satoru's 5th birthday came and went, making him the prime age for technique presentation. his father still interacted with him, so much so that satoru began to warm up to him a bit. he didn't know that itsuki was giving him the attention because he was studying the boy, not because he loved him.

when satoru was almost six years old, the Limitless technique hadn't even suggested that it would befall him. visits with his father had become more and more frequent, but they were different from before. there were no snacks or playful questions, just silence as his father walked circles around him after telling him to stand still. it was confusing, and satoru realized that his father never smiled at him. it was the beginning of the end, as satoru would understand later.

there was one time in particular that satoru would never be able to forget. his father called him down to his office like usual, but when he got there, the man was livid. kaede waited by the door as always, never to speak, only to watch over satoru because she didn't trust the man with the boy she saw as her own son. but satoru's father began yelling, red-faced and angry, demanding to know why he didn't have a technique. itsuki accused his five-year-old son of keeping his presentation a secret and when satoru tried to defend himself, his father struck the side of his face with his fist.

aside from medical exceptions, the pain tolerance of a child is not developed in the way as that of an adult's. satoru let out a scream as he crumpled to the floor. behind him, he heard a strangled cry escape from kaede, which only worked to frighten him further. tears blurred his vision as the pain seared through his cheek. worse than that, however, was the betrayal of his father. up until then, satoru had believed his father loved him in the way that a parent should. alongside the bruises on his body, the most painful ones were on his heart.

“get out,” his father seethed. the hatred in the man’s brown eyes was a sight that satoru would never be able to forget.

before he could even think to move, satoru was being swept up by kaede and rushed away to his room. he cried so hard that he couldn’t breathe as he clung to kaede as though she was the only thing tethering him to this earth. she settled him down on his bed and brought him an icepack while rubbing small, soothing circles on his back.

“you need stitches,” she said with a sad expression.

stitches? he’d never heard of that before, but the caution in kaede’s tone frightened him. even at a young age, satoru’s perception was impeccable.

“will it hurt?” he asked in a small voice.

aunt kaede shook her head. “we’ll numb you. don’t worry, satoru; you’re strong.”

that was the first time his father struck him. and kaede lied- the stitches hurt so badly that it made him cry again, but his aunt held him that night until he finally fell asleep.

no one could stop itsuki from abusing his son. kaede was forbidden to accompany satoru on the visits to his father’s office, which all ended the same as the last. gone were the days of his early childhood when he lived in ignorant bliss. he was completely and utterly helpless as itsuki stared at him, demanded he show his technique, and when he couldn’t, the boy received a blow.

“you’re weak,” his father said once after hitting him so hard that he nearly lost consciousness. “just like your mother.”

satoru began to plan his escape in secret, even hiding it from his aunt kaede. he was incredibly intelligent and it was shaping up to be a solid plan. it all came crashing down, however, when kaede told him she had to leave.

in lieu of his Six Eyes, satoru's keen sense of perception extended to the emotions of others. even at a young age, he was able to read people quite well. one night while she was putting him to bed, satoru noticed how sad his aunt looked and asked her what was wrong. kaede opened her mouth to respond only to burst into tears, scaring satoru so badly he almost did, too. his aunt, so kind and loving, broke down into pieces as she told him she was leaving.

satoru hated crying. even though he knew kaede wouldn't punish him for it, his instincts made him clam up as he fought back tears.

"it's going to be okay, satoru," she said, lowering herself onto the bed by his feet.

hurried, desperate words spilled out of him as the unshed tears stung his eyes. "why?" he cried. "why are you leaving me with him?" please, take me with you.

she reached over and placed a hand on the side of his cheek and smiled at him through her tears. "you are so strong. i love you, satoru. do you know that?"

satoru nodded as the floodgates burst and tears streamed down his face and dripped onto the comforter. she pulled him toward her and wrapped her arms around his small, shaking frame. "be strong for me, satoru." they stayed that way for a while as he sobbed into her shirt until she said she couldn't stay any longer.

she pulled the door behind her, and as it clicked shut, so did satoru's heart. he'd find out much later that it had been his father's doing; he sent her away because he believed that being in her care would make him into a weakling. to this day, satoru still doesn't know if she's alive or not.

his sixth birthday came at last, but it was not an event of celebration. the family had begun to look down on him as a disappointment, not bothering to care for him as kaede had. holding the Six Eyes was not enough, and itsuki had descended into true madness. just as usual, satoru was summoned to his father’s office, body trembling in preparation for what was coming.

“satoru,” said his father. “i am so disappointed in you.”

satoru was never allowed to speak unless his father asked him a direct question, so he stood there, shaking violently while itsuki circled him as usual. “you’re running out of time,” he said, and his voice took on that cold, lifeless tone it did when he was growing angry. satoru knew what that meant, and his body tensed all over. his throat began to tighten with the fear that always made unshed tears sting his eyes. he squeezed them shut, so afraid to show that he was about to cry-

but the pain didn’t come. instead, there was this feeling of static electricity prickling at the side of his face. satoru opens his eyes hesitantly, wondering what was happening, to see that his father’s hand stopped just half an inch from his cheek. he’s looked just in time to see the absolute shock on itsuki’s face.

his brown-eyed father clenched his jaw and let out an irritated grunt. “congratulations, son,” he said. “your life is about to get a whole lot worse.”

it’s the Limitless, satoru realized, and complete relief flooded through his body. tears of freedom, of salvation, of pure alleviation spilled down his face in streams as he let out a crazed laugh. he stared his father in his face as he said,

“you’ll never touch me again. and one day, i’m going to kill you.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #satoru gojo #gojo's past

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navstuffs · 6 months

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Megumi's Imaginary friend

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x GN!Reader x Toji Fushiguro (family/platonic), Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader (background/romantic)

Summary: Recently, your son Megumi has been talking with an imaginary friend. It is a normal phase every kid goes through, and it's not completely creepy to find Megumi talking by himself, right?

Warning tags: fic with HORROR elements, 12+, angst ending, focused on megumi x gn!reader relationship, megumi is around 9 years old in this fic, occ megumi/toji, megumi's eyes are green like toji's

Author's Notes: my horror toji fic ended up becoming more abt megumi x gn!reader (platonic). maybe one day the other horror fic i had planned for toji will see the light of the day. fanfic 100% based on movie like "The Others" and "The Sixth Sense." enjoy your reading!

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You hear the door opening and quickly dry your hands on the apron, ready to welcome Megumi. You listen to him take his shoes off, his footsteps coming to find you in the kitchen.

"No work today?" He looks surprised to see you.

"No work. It is family day!"

Megumi nods, leaving to change into more comfortable clothes. He is growing fast; you met Megumi when he was around one year old. You encountered his dad first. A widow who looked nothing but danger: Toji Fushiguro. You actually still don't know why and how you married him: maybe it was his charm to convince you he was in love with you or Megumi's chubby cheeks and fingers calling for you. Perhaps a little of both.

Megumi instantly bonded with you: you didn't know if it was over the need to have another parent (Toji has always been out of the house working), so Megumi clearly needed someone to raise and love him. As years passed, you continued to take care of each other.

Toji always arrived too late for Megumi to be awake; you didn't know what Toji worked on yet, but deep down, you never really cared. You love Toji, and Toji loves you in his own way. It was hard initially, but you learned to accept it with time. Maybe because Toji was a man who always had a hard time around love (he had shared once how he thought he would never find love after Megumi's mom), but always acted if he saw any sign of distress and sadness coming from you, keeping you and Megumi's safe.

Megumi had started to act weird a couple of months ago; you didn't know what had happened, but your little boy closed himself, not talking for a couple of weeks. He had always been a reserved child but never like this; you first thought it had to do with Toji's absence, and Megumi had been missing his dad, but it didn't seem to be about that. Then, you supposed it had to be about bullying and almost went to the school, though Megumi begged you not to. He slowly started to come out of his shelf, being his usual self, but there was something different about him, especially when you caught Megumi staring at you or his dad.

It got weird after you caught him talking with someone in his room. You were bringing laundry to his room, and before you could open his bedroom door, you heard him chatting with someone.

"…I guess."

You waited a few minutes until you heard a small sob. You knocked, worried, then entered the room, finding Megumi standing, cleaning his face.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. I am okay."

Megumi was clearly lying, but you didn't want to push it and shut him off completely. After that, you noticed Megumi talking more and more by himself almost daily. Initially, you figured this was normal. Megumi wasn't a kid with many friends, so it was bound to happen eventually. It was customary for a kid to have an imaginary friend.

One night, you shared your worries with Toji before bed as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You always loved the feeling of this powerful man melting in your arms as you rubbed his hair.

"Seems the kind of behavior a normal kid has."

"I know. It's just…he sounds to be actively engaging. As if he really believes this friend exists."

"He will grow over it with time." Toji simply responds, shrugging his shoulders.

You want so badly to believe in him.

Things start getting really bad during a long trip from Toji. Your kitchen utensils are in different places than they used to be, and you find tons of candies you recently purchased in the trash. When you asked Megumi about it, he shrugged his shoulders (identically to his dad), answering it had been Gojo's doing.

"Who?"

"My imaginary friend?"

"Megumi, that isn't nice! You can't blame this on your imaginary friend!"

"But he did it! He is crazy for sweets!"

You ended up grounding Megumi for a week, forbidding him to speak with his so-called imaginary friend "Gojo." Megumi gave you an angry stare (again, reminding you of his dad) before going to his room. Before you could follow him, a chair suddenly moved before you, blocking your way. You blinked, thinking it was all a trick of your eyes, placing the chair back into place.

You were probably just imagining things.

It just gets worse and worse after that. Objects were constantly disappearing from your house now, the TV turned it on by itself, and Megumi was more distracted, sometimes ignoring your presence. That should all scare you, but it didn't. It sounded like a stupid prank from someone, and you constantly told yourself you were imagining stuff, or it simply didn't happen. You were primarily worried about Megumi now: he seemed to be having a hard time at school, and when you insisted you would go to school, he begged you with tears in his eyes to not go.

"Why son? If people are bullying you, I want to help!"

"Please, don't!" Megumi looked up at you with big, teary eyes. And it didn't stop there, which shocked you. Megumi almost never cried. Not with his sobs getting louder, and he crying more and more, grabbing your clothes so you couldn't move. You held onto him until he fell asleep, exhausted from crying. You called Toji that night, asking him to come home, and Toji agreed. So you prepared the perfect day as a family. Maybe that's exactly what Megumi needed.

Megumi comes downstairs dressed more comfortably. You had been preparing for the shogayaki you would be doing it later, one of Megumi's favorite dishes. He sits by the table, looking down, not saying anything.

"Your father should be home soon. It will be a fun night. We could watch your favorite movie if you want to!"

"I don't really want to watch any movie today."

Your heart hurts to see your son like that. You sit at his side, bringing him close to you.

"Megumi, what is wrong? You know you can tell me everything. What happened?" Your son's green eyes look for you, open-hearted. For a second, he seems he will speak, but the door opens and closes, and Toji's form appears in the kitchen's entrance, making Megumi shut off.

"What's with the long face?" Toji clearly asks his son, who goes silent, shutting off completely. You shake your head, the disapproval clear in your eyes. At least Megumi's imaginary friend seems to have cooled down. You enjoy the rest of the day as a family: Megumi eats your food, taking his time but happy. Later, you let Toji wash the dishes ("You didn't cook, big guy, so you clean!") as you and Megumi cuddle in the living room, waiting to start his favorite movie.

After Toji joins you and falls asleep in a few minutes, you feel Megumi touch your face, startling you a little.

"What is wrong?"

"Thank you for today."

"You welcome, 'Gumi." Megumi gives you a sad smile before looking back at the TV. You end up falling asleep as well.

When you wake up, the TV is off. Toji is still sleeping in the living room, snoring softly, and you roll your eyes, finding him adorable. Let your man have his rest. You call Megumi's name, hearing his voice from upstairs. Another voice answers him: a male one. You don't even think about waking Toji, running upstairs, and opening Megumi's door.

Your son is sitting on the floor, clearly talking to someone. He seems startled quickly getting up, but you don't see the source of the voice.

"Are you talking with him again? Your imaginary friend?" Megumi doesn't answer, simply looking hopeless. He looks to his side as if asking for help, and you grab his face to look at you. "Megumi, Gojo doesn't exist! He is just your imaginary friend!"

Megumi can't look you in the eyes as he whispers, "No. It is you that doesn't exist anymore."

Your breath stops in your throat. Megumi must be misbehaving, he has to. But his green eyes tell you this isn't a bad joke or a little boy acting badly due to his parent's reprimand. This is serious. You notice your hands aren't touching your son's face. They are just there: you can't feel his warmth, you can't clean the tears coming from his face, you can't touch him. Your hands just pass over him.

You look around your house, your house, and it looks different from before: you usually helped him organize his room and put some color, but it's much darker now. It can't be. You try to touch your arms and the rest of your body, but your hands go straight through it. You don't panic, not yet. You don't want to scare Megumi. There must be a reasonable reason for all of this; you must be dreaming, and soon, you will wake up. You look at Megumi, and he simply motions for you to follow him.

As you follow behind Megumi, you notice how your house looks: different by each corner, as if it hasn't been touched and organized by you in a long time. When you arrive in the living room, Toji isn't sleeping on the sofa anymore. Megumi stands before a small butsudan (shrine) you have never noticed before. It has some kumotsu (offerings) around, and as you get closer, your legs fall to the floor.

It is yours and Toji's picture. You look at Megumi, unable to speak, and he places his hand in front of his chest, palm with palm. Praying.

"This…this is all my fault. After you died, I wished for you to come back. So badly. For you and Dad to come back. And to my surprise, you both did. As if you never left. But I understand now, with some help, this isn't right. This isn't the place you should be." Megumi takes a deep breath, looking at your eyes as he speaks, "I thank you for all the time together. I thank you for loving me. I thank you for taking care of me. I wish we had more time together."

You throw your arms around Megumi, not even caring that they go right through his body, slowly remembering the events of that night. The car accident in the roadway; waking up to Megumi's cries in the back as he shook your body and Toji's, begging you not to leave him. And you didn't. You woke up the other day in the house, thinking it all had been just a bad dream, Toji snoring at your side, and went to live another day.

"There is nothing to apologize for, Megumi. Nothing. I will love you forever and always. Me and your daddy always will."

Megumi doesn't answer, just simply holding you back. When he opens his eyes, you are gone. Gojo stands by the stairs, watching Megumi turn around, praying again. Maybe now Megumi could find some peace.

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imaginarylungfish · 7 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen fic recs

this list is starting to fill out more! there are still a lot of jjk wips i'm reading and i don't want to add them all here until they're done... although i did add one because even if it never got completed, it's still one of my favorites. (favorites in purple.)

Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

sfw

Won't Let Go: 3K cute itafushi oblivious crushin' with teacher geto au and background satosugu

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru

sfw

As You Wish: 2.5K gojo comforts depressed geto

Solstice: 3K canon rewrite of the events leading up to and after the satosugu breakup. beautifully written.

We're Not Really Strangers: 3K crack treated seriously fic about the WNRS card game. bittersweet ending

Now and Forever, Time Will Tell: 4K canon divergent fic where geto only has a minor breakdown after the star plasma vessel mission. satosugu realize their feelings for each other.

The Two-Headed Calf: 4K ambiguous ending (but probably doomed love cause it's satosugu, let's be real) where the twins alert gojo about a sick geto. it's based off a poem by the same name which was really cool.

Post-It Notes: slightly soul-crushing 6K fic about satosugu's relationship through the years using notes left on post-its

Punishment for a Monster: 8K future au where geto gets his body and mind back from kenjaku but has lost all his memories. gojo checks up on him. bittersweet/angsty ending

nsfw

Blonde Fragility: 3,800K friends-to-lovers canon divergent (Geto lives) Barbie-movie-inspired fic

VIRGIN GETS WRECKED BY BEST FRIEND [FREE PORN VIDS] (18++) WATCH NOW!!!!!: 4K fic where satoru gets hit with a sex curse and must do the deed in order to exorcise it

HOT STEAMY AMATEUR PORNO [WATCH HERE] (18++ ONLY) CLICK LINK NOW!!!!: 8K follow up fic to VIRGIN GETS WRECKED BY BEST FRIEND [FREE PORN VIDS] (18++) WATCH NOW!!!!! where satosugu figure out what they mean to each other

As You Like It: 32K college au with the trio where gojo is helplessly pining for a depressed geto (happy ending)

Two Sorcerers Chillin' in a Hot Tub (Five Feet Apart Cause They're Not Gay): 40K+ (on going) wonderfully trope-y slow burn with a lil depressed but obliviously in love geto with a lil socially stunted but obliviously in love gojo

#satosugu fanfic #jjk fanfic #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suguru geto #satosugu

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slexenskee · 9 months

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JJK Recs

Got a comment on this and figured I'd turn it into a post. Here are some of my favorite Gojo-centric JJK recs that basically live rent-free in my head and also very much so helped me form my own characterization for Gojo. Most of these are GoYuu bc I'm a shameless fan.

I keep the warmest truth - dehawny: Gojo/Yuuji | just adore this ace!Gojo headcanon. lowkey so torn on Gojo's sexuality bc I absolutely can see him being asexual and maybe even a bit touch-averse with the whole Infinity thing, but I also can see him being a total slut lol. This is one of my favorites and the only ace!Gojo I've found I think? The tags are just perfect and very much so aligned with my own personal Gojo heacanon 😂 "Gojou is confident about everything and that includes his sexuality", "he's also good at everything except maybe communicating"

A Duty and Responsibility - googlehome: Gojo/Sukuna this fic definitely pushed my 'bottom Gojo agenda' idk I can see this man with any sexuality I swear. Another great characterization of Gojo, and also Sukuna. I adore very serious fics with a splash of humor in the narrative. I can't imagine Gojo as a person who takes himself entirely seriously, no matter how much responsibility he accepts, or how many burdens he carries for others, or what kind of nonsense gay crisis he ends up in, so I just love his voice in this.

Countdown - Rizna: Gojo/Yuuji a fandom classic as far as I'm concerned. This is such an excellent role reversal AU - if you're into S2 teenage brat Gojo, this delivers. I love all versions of Gojo, including mouthy teenage twink Gojo deeply obsessed with his adult sensei who's Trying His Best™ to be the adult in the relationship.

Enough (A Cinderalla Story) - athena_crikey: Gojo/Yuuji in an absolutely fucking hilarious twist of irony, I actually didn't read this story for a long time because it was a rockstar AU and when I first got into this fandom I was desperate for canon stuff. Meanwhile I then go on to bust out 400k+ words of my own rockstar!Gojo AU, so I guess I'm just a fucking clown.

Heart Laid Bare - athena_crikey: Gojo/Namami incredible introspection on how Gojo handles (or rather, doesn't handle) the burden of being invincible and the strongest told in Nanami's POV. I could wax poetic about this fic and the way Gojo comes across so multi-faceted as both a man who can do everything and also a man who can't even remember to adequately feed himself. I drew a lot of the inspiration for Gojo's cursed technique in my fic from this, how Infinity is both his blessing and his curse and the parallels to his overuse of RCT being a kind of toxic spiral.

Shared Infinity - athena_crikey: Gojo & Yuuji - read the tags on this one it deals with some heavy stuff (not with Gojo) I love the way this fic showcases Gojo as a mature adult deeply protective over his students while still maintaining his kind of flippant/uncaring outer persona we see in the show. Just completely love fics that really naile the dichotomy of Gojo being both caring and yet rather unkind.

Take Two - athena_crikey: Gojo/Yuuji - specifically love how this AU fic deals with the idea of Gojo's own fame being his shield between himself in the world around him where his Infinity technique doesn't exist. I love how Gojo is handled in this one, so jagged around the edges, and just his own worst enemy when it comes to his own feelings. Also love me a Gojo who can own up to his own mistakes, look at our baby go, showing emotional maturity and everything!!

Still, More Firsts - hngr4fngr: Gojo/Yuuji man do I adore this whole series. Great porn with ridiculously excellent plot/characterizations lol like I came here for the bottom!Gojo and left with way too many feelings about how Gojo deals with his trauma and how that would effect his sex life. Also has a super interesting take on how Infinity works!

little lamb to the slaughter - voxofthevoid: Gojo/Yuuji still obsessed with the astoundingly incredible smut, just absolutely shook by how god-tier this writing is, it is so hard to write good smut, just pacing, flow, word choice... this could be a masterclass on how to write really great smut that can actually pull a visceral reaction out of a reader. I think a great deal of that ability comes from a mastery of the tone of voice of the characters, too. Gojo is just incredible in this Yuuji POV, the way he describes Gojo is just utter perfection. On a related note, in general Yuuji's voice is so fucking funny in a way that doesn't detract at all from the mood of the story. In fact I think this would be too heavy without his hilarious occasional inputs.

there is no try (but it's still going to take a while) - juurensha: Gojo/Geto I love me a star wars AU jfc. I'm not even a fan of SatoSugu but this is just *chefs kiss* Jedi Master Gojo is such a mood.

anchor - valleykey: Gojo/Geto I love this one mainly for the Suguru characterization, which I truly never thought I'd say bc I'm just not normally a fan of his character/relationship with Gojo. He's just perfect in this fic though - it just makes so much more sense for his characterization, and idk, pulls it altogether in a way I think it falls flat in canon. That isn't to say Gojo's not great in this, he's just really not the main character at all. But it deals well with Gojo's loyalty to those he deems worthy of it (even if the recipient isn't considered 'proper' by jujutsu society) and just offers a good take on supportive (and smitten) Gojo

#slex recs #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #fanfic recs

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thedsect · 1 year

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Corroded Cage

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

🥰 - means fluff

😠 - means angst

🍋 - means smut

😥- means sad/emotional

Satoru Gojo

Rise & Shine - 🍋

Suguru Geto

Better Days -🍋/😢

Toji Fushiguro

Best I Ever Had -🍋

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veronica-sawyers-monocle · 2 years

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🕷 naoya zenin x female reader

🕷 word count: 2k

🕷 warnings: sexual content, dubious consent

🕷 author’s note: you guys i haven’t posted a fic in so long...hoping to get back into it! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, or reblog.

You were always minding your own business when your stepfather came around. This time, you relaxed in the gardens of the Zenin estate, dropping food pellets into the pond to feed the koi fish. Smiling to yourself, you watched the fish swim to the surface and gulp down the pellets scattered across the water’s surface.

The serenity of the moment was broken by the booming voice of your stepfather.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite stepdaughter!” His voice caused the colorful fish to disperse and dive beneath the pond’s surface. He gave you a heavy clap on your back that could be categorized as a slap. You gripped the railing, steadying yourself.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“I see you’re not up to much, as usual. You’re just like Naoya, lazy, incompetent…”

“Don’t ever compare me to Naoya. Or any other member of this stupid clan.” You glared at the older man. Your stepfather sneered.

“Well, I just came to let you know that I heard from someone—I won’t say who—that I’m a leading prospect for head of the clan.” His arrogant smirk framed by a patchy goatee irritated you endlessly. You scoffed; you had enough of this man.

“Whoever’s making that decision is an idiot. Even Naoya would make a better leader than you,”

Suddenly, your stepfather turned on you, gripping your neck and pushing you against the railing. You struggled to get a hold on the railing behind you to keep yourself from falling into the pond, but his grip was so forceful they just flailed behind you. He was red in the face, fuming at your words.

“What did I do to deserve an ungrateful bitch of a stepdaughter like you!” he spat, his voice shaking. “I swear I’ll divorce your good-for-nothing mother if it means I don’t have to—”

His hand was ripped from your neck. It was Naoya, he’d pulled your stepfather away from you and the two men were struggling on the ground, fighting each other.

You watched them wrestle, not wanting to get in between their testosterone-fueled scuffle. Eventually, Naoya released your stepfather, who stalked off fuming.

You didn’t know Naoya too well, and although he was known as an arrogant, misogynistic asshole, he’d always been polite to you, treating you with respect and kindness.

“Hey, come to my room, I’ll get you some water.” His light brown gaze rested on your throat, a slight frown pulling the corners of his mouth.

“I’m fi--“ you started.

Naoya shook his head and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. His thumb stroked the delicate skin of your neck and he felt your pulse fluttering beneath it.

“That bastard left bruises on you. Fucking unacceptable.”

“It’s alright, Naoya, I promise. I just don’t want to cause any more problems. My stepfather’s just a dick.”

Naoya shook his head. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Just come to my room. Please.” Something in his eyes betrayed his intentions, and you could tell he wanted more than to just help you out with your minor injury.

Naoya was handsome, you thought, with his toned physique and pretty eyes. Worth a try if only to piss off your stepfather.

He led you to his room, and it was just as lavish as you expected. Instead of the usual futon, he had a king size, four poster bed. Beautiful rugs were placed throughout his chambers and despite the mild spring weather, a fire crackled dimly on the hearth.

You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Naoya somewhat expectantly.

“So, did you have, like, an ice pack or something you wanted to give me?”

Naoya had moved so that he was standing right between your legs. Your breathing quickened.

“Yeah, I had something I wanted to give you.”

“What’s that?”

“Close your eyes,” Naoya could barely look at you and his cheeks were starting to flush. You followed his orders, knowing he was probably going to unzip his pants and—just as you suspected, you felt the warm skin of his dick against your cheek. Opening your eyes, you moved slightly and sucked his tip into your mouth obediently, moaning at the salty, masculine taste of him. You took your time, swirling your tongue around just the head of him and teasing him until he let out a whine, thrusting his hips forward and forcing you to take more of him.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he panted. He gripped the back of your head with one hand and pushed you further. His tip was hitting the back of your throat at this point, making you gag and pull your head back.

“Aww, little girl can’t handle my big cock, huh?”

“I can handle it, I’d just rather have it inside me.” You replied.

“So that’s how you’re gonna be,” Naoya pushed you further onto the bed and removed just enough clothing to access your pussy, too impatient to bother with the rest. He manhandled you so that you were on all fours, exposed to him.

“You’re already wet, just from sucking my dick, huh,” he laughed. Leaning over you, he pushed his dick inside, breathing shakily in your ear.

“Take my cock you…ugh…you fucking slut…” His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he rocked into you.

Although he tried to act like a porn star, Naoya’s misogynistic facade crumbled before your eyes as he drowned in your pussy.

“Ohhh, fuckkk…” Naoya was moaning your name as he thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so fucking nice,” he groaned into your neck. “You’re gonna make me cum, oh…hell yeah baby girl…”

……………………………………………………………

Naoya lay on his back beside you, his toned chest rapidly rising and falling. Your eyes were closed, but you could sense the man’s amber gaze focused on you, taking in your hair splayed across the silk pillows and the serene, satisfied expression gracing your features.

You smiled when you felt him hook a long leg around your own, pulling you closer to him. Naoya’s breathing was heavy on your neck.

“Still desperate for me even after we finished, huh?” You smirked, finally letting yourself tease him.

“Shut…” he trailed his hand down stomach and swiped his long fingers through the mess of fluids leaking out of you. You shuddered at the overstimulation, still sensitive.

“…up.” He pushed his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, Naoya,” your voice broke in a whine. “Unh…please…”

“Please what, baby?” Naoya’s gaze was heavy on you, lips slightly parted and eyes hazed over in lust. He looked hypnotized, obsessed with how your body was at the mercy of his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”

“M-move your fingers,” you whispered. He complied immediately, and his fingers began slowly dragging in and out. The palm of his hand hit your clit every time he thrust back in, and you bucked your hips against him, craving more friction.

“You know,” Naoya said between slow drags of his fingers, “I always had my eye on you, ever since you came to the estate. Pretty foreigner who I just wanted to ruin.” You could barely understand what he was saying. “Did you feel the same about me?” Your mind was foggy from the pleasure he was giving you so all you could do was moan as the motion of his fingers rocked your entire body.

He stopped.

“Naoya pl—”

“Answer me!” He slapped your clit.

“Fuck, I—” you gasped, so close to your orgasm. “I just thought you were a misogynist asshole like everyone said!”

Naoya stopped, his face falling. He got up and walked away from the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“Naoya, I’m sorry.” He turned towards you, his face unreadable.

“Is that really what you think of me?” he said quietly.

“No, I was gonna say that’s what I thought at first, you know, because of your reputation.”

He walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and glancing at you sideways.

“But honestly, I had nothing else to go off of except for that,” you continued.

“And what about now?” Naoya mumbled the question instead of asking directly, seeming almost scared to know the answer.

“I don’t think that anymore,” you replied.

“Everyone with high status in the Zenin clan all act the same. Like complete dicks. Being like them is the only way I can compete with them, but I swear I’m not like that.”

“Naoya.” You said his name in hopes that he’d shut up.

“I don’t want you to think I’m some asshole. I’m serious.”

“Naoya,” you said softly. Leaning towards him, you gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongues met before your lips did as you swallowed each other’s moans. Lips never leaving yours, Naoya pushed you back onto the pillows and slid his fingers back inside you.

“Ohh…still so wet, aren’t you,” he breathed. His lips ran down your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. His pace wasn’t urgent, but with every thrust inward you gasped and held on to his upper arms tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, come for me baby, I can feel you’re close,” Naoya whined into your skin. You didn’t expect him to be this vocal. It was almost submissive the way he was dedicated to pleasing you now.

He buried his head in your neck, teeth almost biting your shoulder. Between the mind-numbing thrusts of his fingers, you could feel movements from Naoya grinding into the bed next to you as well, and that’s what caused you to finally come for him. Pleasing you was arousing him so much that he couldn’t help but to seek relief from the mattress like a virgin.

Naoya looked at you with wide, amazed eyes as he watched you twitch around his fingers. “Damn, your pussy’s clenching around me,” he said breathlessly.

“What, you never felt a girl cum before?” You grinned at him in your post-orgasm haze. Teasing Naoya was just too irresistible.

His face flushed a deep red and he immediately looked away from you. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “Of course I’ve made girls cum before.”

“I know, I can tell you have experience. I’m just messing with you. Although you didn’t make me finish when you fucked me the first time so…”

Naoya rolled his eyes and buried his head in your chest, letting out a half-joking, frustrated growl. You ran your fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed with how good it felt and threw a long arm around your waist, pulling himself closer to you.

“Do this again sometime?” he mumbled.

“Hah, I’m sorry, what was that?”

Naoya sighed. “Would you like to do this again with me sometime?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’d make sure your stepfather never gives you shit again.” Perfect.

“Okay, I think we have a deal then.”

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peachsayshi · 25 days

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DRABBLES (Suguru Geto x Reader)

Suguru Falling In Love First

Gojo x Geto - 1

Gojo x Geto - 2

Jealous!Geto

Geto x Reader - angst drabble

Geto x Gojo x Reader

Dreams - (Gojo x Geto x F!Reader)

Bury Me - (Gojo x Geto)

Geto Is A Heartbreaker

Geto Is A Sensitive Girl Dad

Sex Worker Geto x Rich Girl Reader

Evil!Suguru x F!Reader

Evil!Suguru x F!Reader (2)

Evil Suguru x F!Reader (3)

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Better Than Gold

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Simple Pleasures

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Gojo LOVES to take pictures --- he's the sort to have an aesthetic theme when it comes to his MySpace page (Instagram only came out in 2010 bro i feel old as shit rn also I have no idea how myspace works so ye)

(Side Note: Gojos had never really been interested in social media until the day Suguru made an account, back in early-August. Intrigued by the idea of connecting with his bestie over a new platform, he made one. It's quite frankly one of the worse and best decisions ever.)

Gojo has spent an insane amount of time refining both his feed and his page to perfection. Surprisingly, he has a small amount of pictures posted --- around two hundred or so; however, almost all of them consist of the three of you hanging out at random places around Japan

To be honest, you're that one person in the friend group that ends up in random places at the most random of times while Suguru is just one to go with it and Gojo is the one to encourage it.

Gojo has a list of places you or Suguru have shown even the slightest of interest. Although, a few places are added so that the two males can give you a tour of Japan.

Ah, Gojos is the one who likes to take you to trendy places such as Shinjuku Sky, where the views are absolutely spectacular. Especially during sunset. Your face is squished between Suguru's cheek and Gojo's shoulder as the three of you look up to the camera, a sunset in the background as the three of you go down the escalator.

(Side Note: Gojo is the one to take all the group pictures because he has the longest arm, ensuring the best of angles. Shockingly, Suguru is banned from taking pics because he doesn't really know how to. He always gets the ugliest angle. The only type of pics he can take are nature shots. Half of his page is composed of stray cats he finds on the way to Jujutsu High.)

(Another Side Note: While in Shinjuku you were absolutely obsessed with the giant cat billboard. Gojo and Suguru teamed up to tease you the rest of the trip since you wouldn't shut up about it. Suguru took a video of you gazing up at the billboard with a stupid look on your face. He loved it so much, he made it into his profile picture.)

Although not a trendy spot, Gojo likes to take you to see the hundreds of vending machines around the area. It's like a fun little game between the two of you where you have to guess what the next vending machine is selling --- the face you make when you saw the panty-selling machine was absolutely to die for.

Whenever you walk by a particular vending machine (a very specific one too. The machine looks somewhat ragged and old, it's always hidden in a dark corner which is so sketchy but like whatever), you'll buy something for Gojo. Specifically those sugary coffee cans that he likes so much along with whatever sweet treat it sells.

(Side Note: 1. You swear you're like the only person who buys from that machine. 2. Originally, you had dared Gojo to try something from the sketchy machine and, being a man of pride, he did. He ended up loving them so much he bought 10. You had to pry the drinks out of his hands so he wouldn't die from a sugar overload or something. 3. The machine has different flavors, so every day you get him another flavor.)

Suguru likes to take you both to hidden gems like a lovely sushi shop tucked away in some narrow alley deep in some random abandoned street or something (that sounds so sketchy, plz don't do this unless you're in a large group and have some form of defense.)

There's this one shop he showed you, they only serve one specific meal that you never mind considering how well they cook it. Suguru had admitted that he frequents the little shop (since he was a child), so much so that the owner knows him very well.

The owner is this very kind elderly man whose restaurant has been in the family for years, and every time he sees Suguru fast approaching --- he stops whatever he's doing and runs outside to greet him.

When the owner first saw you, he had this wicked grin on his wrinkled face as he teased Suguru for bringing his little lover over. Cue a blushing Suguru desperately trying to explain your relationship while you just smile like a cheshire cat whose been gifted new blackmail material.

Anyways, hanging on the walls of the small shop are pictures of Suguru over the years. There's this really cute one where he's barely 5 years old. His clothes are all stained from the food yet his mouth is open wide to devour it. His hair in a small bun. You liked how he hasn't changed much throughout the years. You just hoped his tired expression would fade away soon

Suguru once took Gojo to a narrow street called Omoide Yokocho, which was lined up with bars and yakitori restaurants. Unfortunately, Suguru had to call you so you could help him with a very drunk white-haired who couldn't hold his alcohol to save the life of him. When you arrived, Gojos greeted you with a tight hug as he kept shouting about how he got you some yakitori to try.

You took a video unbeknownst to him

(Add-on: Gojo really dislikes alcohol so you have no idea what made him want to drink that night. Plus, he obviously knows that he can't handle his alcohol so wtf bro)

Whenever one or the other can't join you and whoever you're currently with, you'll FaceTime the missing person ( yes yes, I know. FaceTime came out in 2010 but like for the sake of me not re-doing this bit, we advancing technology just a bit)

Your MySpace page, while private, was primarily composed of screenshots of these sorts of situations. With either Gojo or Suguru in a corner, posing for the screenshot. (The same goes for when you're not there!)

It should be noted that you were the type of person who posted pictures of others and not yourself. So seeing your own face on your page was a rare sight.

I have no idea how myspace works again

There's this one where you're hanging out with Haibara and Kento at a restaurant surrounded by rubber ducks --- while on a subway train, Haibara had heard whispers of a restaurant that only accepted rubber ducks instead of money. He already knew you'd be down for it, any excuse to explore. The only one who took convincing was Kento, but he quickly agreed Haibara's puppy eyes.

You hung onto both of their elbows the entire way there, joyful at the idea of having your own set of personal bodyguards

Moving on

There's this massive Ferris wheel located in Tokyo where one can karaoke while up in the air --- let me be the first to say that you and Gojo went absolutely ape shit for this while Suguru was just happy to be there.

Considering that you haven't been in Japan long enough to know any of the true classics, actually that's a lie. During those knitting Friday classes with Yaga, Yaga would play classic Japanese hits from the 90's. Either way, the sight of you trying to figure out the lyrics to every song earned you quite the number of cackles

Gojo always chose the catchy ones whilst Suguru chose the cheesy romance ones --- you were the backup singer for the most part

Suguru hit his head alot as he came out of the carriage

I don't remember if I added it or not, but in the beginning, you had this habit of holding onto either Gojo's or Suguru's shirt whenever you guys were walking around crowded areas. (I swear I wrote this somewhere) This little habit of yours had appeared fronting off on Suguru because he now does it. The three of you will be walking through an area and the crowds of people will just watch in amusement as three teenagers walk in front of them holding each other's shirts like a train. You holding Suguru's and Suguru holding Gojo's.

Ah, of course you had to take the bullet train at some point during your whole exploration. For this you were accompanied by both your boys AND Ieiri, who only came along due to Gojo promising to pay for all of your meals at your soon-to-be-reached destination (yep what a sugar daddy)

You were obsessed with how sleek the train looked. The seats were nice and comfortable, mainly because Gojo had bought First Class tickets.

Eventually, you wanted to explore more of the train so you bid the group a temporary farewell as you headed out to the other parts.

Oh my god, there must've been some promotional event on the train because, next thing you know, you're standing in front of some red panda mascot dancing in the aisle while giving out flyers and small plushie keychains of its figure.

Wanting one of the keychains, you approached the giant mascot-wearing person. Tapping their plushie shoulder, the Panda turned around with a soft noise only to stiffen up at the sight of you with a shriek in tow.

"Hi, could I have a key-" In an obvious frenzy, the Panda pushed the merchandise into your hands before barreling through you to the next cart

"Oi! What's the matter with you?" You screamed at the Panda.

And the Panda accidentally gave you three.

"Wait, you gave me two extra!"

But they were already gone

This is an obvious reference to Bullet Train. Fuck you Brad Pitt, hello Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Can't wait for meemaw to let go of you 😏

"Excuse me," a deep voice called out from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you sent the light green soul a polite yet questioning look.

His outline is strange. It's fuzzy in some places yet clear in others.

"You dropped this," he said as he held up your wallet in the air. You silently noted how a bag of fish hung around his other one.

(Side Note: You have a recognizable wallet thanks to Kento, who gifted it to you. The wallet itself is in the shape of a black maneki-neko, so everyone in the group knows that it's yours the moment they see it.)

"Oh! Thanks!" Grabbing the item from his grasp, you settled it into your uniforms pockets. You politely smiled at him as you stepped away only to stop when you heard his voice call out for you

"Wait!" Licking your lips, your fingers twitched at you sides as you, once again, turned to meet the guy. "Yes?"

The man actually seemed to squirm upon receiving the end of your rather unnerving stare, almost as if you were staring into his soul

Ha!

"I couldn't help but overhear, they gave you an extra, right? I, uh, know a kid and I figured the twerp would like one."

That is so fucking sus

But like, not your business

Upon hearing his words, you quickly acted, "Oh! Yeah sure! Here." Placing the keychain into the palm of his hand, you strutted away. Heading back in the direction of your friend group.

On the way to your friend's, you came across a Train Attendant who seemed to be having a little argument with a young man who looked dead on his feet --- even his soul had dark circles around his eyes. Might also explain why he's slurring his words all over the place and why the train lady is beyond confused

The closer you got, the more you understood the situation and well, you might as well help while you get the gang some snacks

"Excuse me, I think he's asking for some coffee?" You snorted at the sight of his eyes twinkling at the fact that someone actually managed to decipher his nonsense.

Cute

The scene only got funnier when the lady handed him his cup of coffee and he, out of sheer desperation as well as sleep deprivation, dropped his briefcase onto the floor after reaching out for the cup with his two hands

A literal mess, you mused to yourself.

You had to help him with his briefcase. Plus the fact that he could barely reach his seat without tripping over literal air. He'll, you even helped straighten out his suit, going so far as to rub the golden button on his left lapel to bring it a bit of shine back --- he thanked you profusely.

He offered to give you money in return for your aid but you refused, "You have a kind soul, which is rare. So, don't worry about it. Think of it as me giving back all the good you've done."

Mans was gobsmacked as he watched you leave the train car after ordering a few snacks from the lady

FINALLY YOU REACHED THE BESTIES

As always, Gojo loves to drape himself over people. Specifically, you or Suguru...or both! Both ire better in his professional opinion.

"You were gone a while! Where the hell were you?!" The white haired nagged, brows knitted together to display annoyance only to quell as Suguru drew his long fingers through Gojo's hair.

He'll need a hair cut by the end of the week, Suguru noted.

"Got you something, Ieiri." You threw her the red panda keychain, earning you a delighted squeal from said woman.

"What about us, hm? Don't neglect us now~!" Sugurus teased with a sly close-eyed smile.

And for that, you threw the snacks straight at his face...although, you did feel something else in your bag when you went to throw the snacks

Plopping yourself beside Suguru, who immediately drew his arm around your shoulders as he laid his head on your shoulder, you pulled out the piece of paper from your bag

A simple little thing

Barely any words on it

Fancy though, considering the shiny gold metallic paint adorning it.

"What's that?" Gojo asked, looking up at it from his place on Suguru's lap

You shrugged, "Dunno, must've grabbed it by accident when I paid for the snacks."

As expected, both your boys paid little attention to the card as they started to bicker about something irrelevant to you

But still, the little card in your hands captured your attention. Turning it around, you observed the image painted onto its canvas, your thumb running over it.

Oh, there's a phone number under it.

Huh

Crumpling the piece of paper in your fist, you threw it into your bag to be long forgotten under the pile of random shit you have in there.

(Side Note: Prior to these items ending up in your bag, they'd be with Ieiri, who swore she'd end up finding some use for them. She has this strange tendency to consume trendy things only to never use them in the end, so she'll just give it to you for safe keeping.)

You seriously have to purge your bag now because of that bitch

Suddenly, Gojo smacks the side of your face after having tried to get your attention for the past ten minutes

You look at him, he looks at you.

Iridescent vs. Pearlescent

It gets eerily silent before you shove him to the ground, earning you an angry hiss from the albino Pomeranian.

Suguru is holding you back, albeit struggling. Who knew you had such strength

While Ieiri cheers 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' in the background

What a way to end the day

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(A/N): August 4 me: This chapter took so bucking long to write. When I finally got to writing, the Benadryl I took started hitting and I had to stop before I passed out on the spot lol

August 5: I just did exercise and my legs are fucking killing me rn.

August 6: I just woke up. My legs don't hurt as much so that's nice. Also I know I dreamt of something interesting but I can't remember so meh. At least, I woke up with an idea of how I wanted this episode to be written.

Originally:

This chapter was going to open with a whole different scene inspired by something I read while researching a bit on Japan; however, I realized that it would be best to postpone the original scene until a later chapter, specifically Artificial Paradise.

You were supposed to come across a certain someone on the Bullet Train; however, I chose against it and decided for the next big thing. Can you guess who it was?

"What about us, hm? Don't neglect us now~!" It was supposed to have been said by Gojo; however, Suguru felt like having a teasing streak so he said it. Additionally, Suguru already knew Gojo rather well so he beat him to it.

Originally, Gojo wanted to give you a pink maneki-neko but he refrained from doing so.

Being a Red Panda mascot is actually Ijichi's part-time job. When Ijichi saw you, he panicked because he knew how close you were with Gojo and he didn't need that idiot of a man to have more ammo for his bullying. Yes, you instantly recognized Ijichi. You were so going to give him a piece of your mind later.

Gojo previously noted how exhausted you seemed after all those missions, and how Suguru was more quiet than usual so he decided a few days of hanging out doing dumb shit would help brighten you two up. Aw, Gojo is trying really hard bro. I almost feel bad for him.

A drunk Gojo must be a funny sight. Poor guy, something must've been stressing him out if he ordered a few drinks.

I missed your interactions with Ieiri so obvs I had to include some here. She's number 1 girl bestie.

Isn't it strange how fuzzy outlines put you on edge, to the point you'd easily defer to instinctive violence at the sight of it?

Who do you think the guy with the briefcase was? His appearance is actually more of a cameo ncjcj --- I'll give you a hint, he recently graduated from law school 🤪

What's the weird image on the back of the card? Who would answer if you called?

Maneki-Neko's are those kitties that wave their arm, they sit in front of shops. Usually. A black Maneki-Neko is designed to ward off evil and provide better security.

No, your eyes are not Pearlescent. In fact, your eyes are whatever color you want them to be, just with a little glow to them. Though, it should be noted, it's just like Gojo's eyes. His eyes are actually blue, but his soul's eyes are iridescent. So while your physical eyes are one color, your soul's eyes are another. (This only applies to cursed techniques that involve the eyes)

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soubi122 · 2 years

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Double Booking - PT 2

Finally, this is ready for you all to enjoy! ❤

⚠ Sukunaxreader, dubcon if you squint, sex with a stranger, corruption kink if you squint, slapping, spitting, rough sex, blood, praise kink, use of pet names, a little fluff, dark content towards the end, blood, death.⚠ MDNI! NO MINORS PLEASE!🔑

Plush bed sheets were wrapped around your body as you woke up in the middle of the night. You were completely bare and gasped - you completely forgot where you were. That’s right…I’m on vacation… You think to yourself as you rollover. However, you felt a figure next to you and you almost screamed. Were you really that drunk that you couldn’t remember what happened a few hours ago? Itadori Yuji was lying next to you, also naked and asleep. Oh yeah…you both went at it like bunnies in heat until you both passed out from exhaustion. The thought made you blush intensely. Sex with a stranger was something you’ve told yourself would never happen, but here you are. You were slowly and quietly shifting to the edge of the mattress so that you could go shower - the last thing you wanted to do was wake up smelling like a hangover.

The moment you turned around to sit up, your wrist was snatched and you were pulled back into bed. “And where do you think you’re going…pet?” You didn’t recognize the voice - this was much deeper and menacing. “Y-Yuji?” You said almost in a whisper as you tried to focus on his face, the streaks of moonlight only illuminated enough of his face to see the wicked grin on his lips. “The brat’s not here…” What the hell was going on? Where was Yuji? When the figure leaned in close, your eyes focused and you could see that it was in fact Yuji in front of you. You exhaled a sigh of relief, was this some sort of dissociative disorder? “Yuji, you scared me. I thought-” Your words trailed off as you noticed the red eyes, the tattoo on his forehead and the rest of the tattoos that adorned his body. You began to regret sleeping with a stranger, who would have known that he was crazy? “This isn’t funny anymore Yuji” He pinned you down underneath him. The sudden movement made your body tense up as he pinned both wrists above your head. “Like I said, the brat isn’t here…” A chill ran down your spine as he leaned in closer and you could see the second pair of eyes on his cheekbones. An ominous sensation began to form in the pit of your stomach, the same sensation you felt on the train - whoever or whatever this was, it is starting to make you panic.

“...who are you?” You were beginning to squirm underneath him, his grip on your wrist tightened and made you wince, it only took his right hand to overpower you. “Now now pet, ‘no use in trying to get away. You should be honored to be in my presence. Address me as master or king…” Now for sure you thought you were losing your mind or perhaps you were just dreaming. “This has to be a nightmare - I’m dreaming right?” You say out loud and begin to dig your nails into your palm to try and wake yourself up. The low chuckle that came from the man on top of you made you realize that you weren’t dreaming - this was real. You had no idea that the King of Curses, Ryoumen Sukuna, was here on top of you. How could you know? You were a mere mortal, you had no sixth sense, no power, nothing. His deep voice rumbled in your chest, “Now then, pet…you gave us permission to, what was it again?” His tone was laced with hunger and greed. “Ah…’play with me, fuck me, break me…do anything you want with me…’ was that right?” You were regretting your choice of words, perhaps the loneliness took over and you were so desperate to feel validated that you ended up saying things you otherwise would never say.

Sukuna was now nuzzling the crook of your neck, his breath fanned your neck and gave you goosebumps. His tongue licked a long stripe from your collar bone to your cheek - the warm and wet muscle had you flinching. “Stop it! I gave Yuji permission, not y-” You said and were immediately met with a slap to the face, making you yelp. “Address me properly, pet…” The stinging sensation on your cheek had tears welling in your eyes. This was a man who did not give a flying fuck about you. The taste of metal lingered in your mouth, he drew a little blood with just one hit. It’s as if someone flipped a switch in you - you stayed perfectly still in fear that he might hit you again. Sukuna latched his mouth onto your neck, nibbling and sucking the flesh between his teeth to leave a dark purple mark. He was making sure to leave traces of himself behind for you to remember. Your body couldn’t help but react when he nibbled on a sensitive spot that made you softly moan. This did not get past him. “Oh? Did that feel good?” You screwed your eyes shut at the thought of even reacting to his touch. His left hand snaked down to your chest and began to pinch and roll your sensitive bud between his fingers. The sickening sensation of pleasure being forcefully shot through your veins was making you nauseous. Honey began to pool between your legs, his touch was eliciting reactions that you never thought were possible under the current circumstances.

Soon, his left hand began to wander south, along the way he raked his nails into your sides - scratching the delicate skin and making you cry out in pain and he loved it. The sound of a woman screaming in pain or pleasure always got his cock twitching. When his hand reached your slit, he slid one finger through your folds and relished at the warmth. It was hard to convince him that you weren’t enjoying this. The slick that coated his finger was damning evidence against you. Sukuna’s digit pressed past your entrance, the tight ring clenched, making your back arch and gasp. He was like poison spreading through your veins and making you dizzy - you were now panting as he added a second digit to your core. You bit your lip to try and hold back your moans, you refused to give into him but your body was betraying you. The coil in your belly was slowly beginning to tighten. There was still alcohol and carnality left in your veins that you couldn’t help but rut your hips. “....give yourself to me.” His voice was low and sultry, he wanted you to give in to him or else he’d make you - though we’re all sure that he’d prefer the latter. He was pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your cunt, vexing you.

Something about you made Sukuna want to take his time. Usually, he has no patience for anyone or anything, especially for humans. But the way you were begging Yuji to fuck you and in regards to your failed relationship - he was feeling a little generous. Why not give you the best time you will ever have? That is if you don’t die while receiving his generous gift. Sukuna slowly released your wrists, allowing himself to freely roam the valley of your chest and latch his mouth to your nipple. You knew this was wrong, but it felt so good - it felt so fucking good… As you looked down, you noticed his eyes were closed but then something caught your eye. The second pair of eyes on his cheekbones were staring up at you and it made your body tense up. He was staring at you - watching your every move and reaction. “Are you afraid, pet?” His husky voice made you flinch. Choosing your next words carefully, you said “Y-Yes, my King…” Sukuna stopped and looked up at you. You immediately screwed your eyes shut, expecting to get slapped again for answering truthfully. Waiting and waiting for the blow to the face was making you anxious. Opening one eye, you looked at the smug expression on his face - he enjoyed instilling fear into you. But oh how he loved you calling him ‘my King’. “Good girl…say it again.” He demanded. He shifted his body higher and was now face to face with you. Sukuna had fire in his eyes, something that no human has ever ignited in him before - his fires were usually lit by death, blood and power.

Your lip quivered as he leaned in close and his breath fanned your lips. Without even realizing it your head tilted upwards towards him, trying to close the distance to taste his lips. His right hand shifted to your hips and he dug his fingers into them, making you moan in pain. “I didn’t give you permission to kiss me, pet…” Sukuna’s tone was heavy, reminding you to obey his every word. “Hah…my King - i-it hurts…” You stutter as he loosened his grip. “Good girl…” You walled clenched instinctively at the slightest praise. “Oh? You want to be a good girl? My good girl?” There was no denying it, you wanted to please him and you wanted him to praise you. There was a wicked desire bubbling inside you. “Yes, yes my King.” The sultry moan that escaped your throat made a shiver run down his spine. For a woman to submit willingly to him, it was a rarity.

He rewarded you by closing the distance between your lips and allowed you to kiss him. Your plush lips tasted so sweet, even sweeter when he tasted a bit of your blood from the small cut on your lip. He groaned when your tongue swiped his lower lip, asking for permission for it to invade his mouth. “...please, Master.” Your voice was almost a whisper, begging him to be let in. You had no idea what you just did to him, your breathy tone and warmth were making his cock throb. It was as if every word that dripped from your mouth was stroking his ego. Sukuna crashed his lips into yours, his kiss was hungry, sloppy and greedy. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance and heavy breathing were all that could be heard in this small cabin. Your arms tried to wrap themselves around his neck, but you stopped yourself mid way. Reminding yourself to ask for permission and obey. You opted to lay your hands on the mattress, fisting the sheets tightly as the struggle for power was making your tongue sore. Sukuna’s eyes caught every movement, he noticed how quick you were to correct yourself - he wanted you to fuck up.

The next move you made was one you’d regret. He broke the kiss and immediately pulled away, in one swift motion he slapped you, harder this time. You bit his lip in the heat of the moment, no one but Sukuna is allowed to inflict pain. Your lips were swollen and bruised, and your eyes were glossed over. Sukuna looked down on you, his gaze was menacing and you could feel yourself giving into his poison. You wanted more. “Careful…I’m not as forgiving as the brat is.” His tone was sinister. A small whimper could be heard from you as you rutted your hips into his fingers. Sukuna withdrew his fingers from your aching hole and popped them in his mouth - your essence was making him dizzy. The feral look in his eyes was making you clench around nothing, you felt empty without him. He sat up, allowing you to see how his cock throbbed and twitched, it was making you salivate. “On your knees, pet.” He said as he began to stroke himself in front of you - your heart was beating out of its chest at this point.

You did as you were told, but the moment you were face to face with his member, he harshly gripped your chin and made you look up at him - it felt like your neck was about to snap. “Open that filthy mouth of yours…” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out - waiting for him to shove his cock down your throat. Instead, Sukuna leaned down and let a glob of spit drip down your tongue. Your juices were now beginning to drip down your thighs with how lewd his actions were. This man owned you tonight, there was no denying it. “Swallow…” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding you to swallow. You obeyed and opened your mouth back up so that he could see that your mouth was empty. “Such an obedient little thing aren’t you?” You nodded and gazed up at him - he could see the stars in your eyes and how fucking intoxiated you were off of him. Sukuna nudged the tip of his cock on your tongue, allowing you to taste the precum that dripped from him and he groaned at the warmth of your tongue. “Go on…” He instructed you and you wrapped your tongue around his length. It felt like Yuji, but there was something else that made Sukuna’s cock feel much bigger in your mouth. Taking in his length inch by inch was making him slightly impatient, but the moment you began to bob your head down his length - he was grunting and panting. Not even Yuji was able to get this type of movement when you had him on the couch earlier. The show ended too early for him when he felt himself slipping.

The soft gags and moans that echoed in the room had Sukuna tangling his fingers in your hair. He could feel the vibrations from every moan and gag shoot down to his core, slowly winding his coil. Humans were always so fragile when being handled, crying and whimpering pathetically when he would punish them for disobeying him. They also never put this much enthusiasm into giving him pleasure nor when they were on the receiving end. The tears that fell from your eyes weren’t from pain, they were from pleasure - you were enjoying this just as much as he was. Sukuna began to pull you in closer, making his tip hit the back of your throat and making you gag repeatedly. “You can do better than that, can’t you, pet?” The husky tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine and made your core throb. You found yourself gripping his hips and digging your nails into his skin when he picked up the pace. He could only throw his head back as he felt more of his length push down your throat. The lack of oxygen started to make things look hazy, your arms lost the strength to push him away and your eyes were about to roll back into your skull. However, Sukuna pulled your head back and withdrew from your mouth. It looked like you had jewels adorning the corners of your mouth with how the drool and precum shimmered in the moonlight.

You were gasping for air, trying to keep it together for him - you knew the best was yet to come. Sukuna swiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb. He had a cocky grin on his face, his eyes were focused on your puffy lips, they looked so beautiful, all bruised and pouty. “Lay down love…” The softness in his voice made your heart skip a beat, this was coming from the most devilish man in the world.

As you did, he climbed on top of you caging your body underneath him and lined himself up with your entrance. “May I touch you, my King?” Your voice was almost a whisper, the quixotic look in your eyes was mesmerizing. A human who didn’t fear him, a human who gave in to him, a human who begged for more - it was all new to him. He could only nod and closed his eyes when you caressed his face. It felt like electricity was being shot into your fingertips, his skin was warm and he had a jawline for days. “Ready?” His voice snapped you out of your daze. Pulling him in to press your lips against his, he took that as the greenlight to push past your walls. The tight sensation of your velvet walls made him moan into your kiss. His rules no longer applied, you were now freely touching his body, tracing the tattoos that adorned his chest, shoulders and back. He reeled his hips back to push farther into your core, ripping a loud moan from you and you broke the kiss. Your breath hitched as he stretched your walls more and more, he was thick and long, and he knew it. You began to rake your nails down his back - it felt like you were being split in half. “Fuck…” He moaned as he bottomed out. Your walls were slowly adjusting to him, the moment he felt you relax, he shifted his weight on to his knees - allowing him to reel his hips back and thrust into you hard. You screwed your eyes shut from the pain and pleasure, your coil tightened as he bruised your cervix over and over again.

“Look at me, pet…” He demanded, he wanted to see the stars in your eyes as he fucked you mercilessly. You opened your eyes to meet his, the tears clouded your vision and you couldn’t help but writhe underneath him. “...ngh, I’m close…” The fire that was ragging in your belly was starting to get out of control. His words, his scent, his touch and his voice were intoxicating. You were being pushed to the edge more and more. Sukuna could feel your walls clench harder as your orgasm was drawing near. “You don’t have permission yet to come…” His words were like a dagger being plunged into your heart. You were so close - you could almost taste it. The whimper that left your lips made him chuckle, remember who you’re dealing with… In one swift motion, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach. His hands lifted your hips up and then pushed your face into the pillow. “If you come without permission, I’ll rip your heart out…” You were too dazed to understand that his words were a promise, not a threat.

Lining himself up with your core again, he buried himself deep within you in one single thrust, making you scream. You were fisting the sheets, trying to hold onto dear life as he kept hitting the sweet spot over and over again. “Oh god! I can’t…please!” Your incoherent babbling only made him fuck you harder into the mattress. A numbing sensation was starting to creep up your thighs, you kept biting the pillow and digging your nails into your palm to try and distract yourself from the ecstasy that was at your doorstep. Sukuna yanked your hair up and pulled your flush to his chest, wrapping his hand around your throat. “Come on love, you need to keep it together just a little longer…” The hand pulled your hair was now between your thighs, rubbing tight circles onto your clit - you felt your legs begin to shake. “Stop! Please, I’m about to-” Your words were replaced by loud moans, panting and gasping. The coil was so tightly wound that it snapped after a few circles, causing your juices to coat his length, thighs and fingers. The feral moans and fluttering of your walls made his coil snap just as hard. Sukuna filled you to the brim with his seed, he bit down on your shoulder as his hips stuttered, making sure you milked him dry. Both of you were left panting, sweating and delirious.

He was now in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and chuckling. “You disobeyed me, pet…” You were too lost in heaven to realize where his hand was trailing to. A sharp pain shot through your chest and a warm liquid was now dripping down your chest and belly. You looked down to see that Sukuna had punctured your chest with his bare hand. “I told you I’d rip your heart out…it’s too bad, I really did enjoy our little time together…” He said as he kissed your cheek and ripped your still beating heart out of your chest. Everything went dark.

End.

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

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“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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