#megumi is always focused on the job

[ssaraexposs]

Best boys

[l0v3tast3]

pervy neighbor!toji headcanons !

toji sets his sights on you and just can't look away!

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, maybe tw for stepcest (toji dates your mom)?, age gap (reader is college age, toji is probably late-30's), kind of dubious consent, infidelity, loss of virginity, unsafe sex, kind of obsessive!toji, pet names, breeding kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia, reader definitely has daddy issues (but no daddy kink)

✎ word count: 5k words (might have gotten a little carried away. but it's proofread!)

✎ author's note: something about jjk characters makes me have the worst, filthiest thoughts i've ever had, but i'm not upset about it. also genuinely surprised that this turned out to be 5k words i thought it would be like 2k max ( 〃▽〃) . . . toji brings out the best and worst in me <3

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♡ when toji first lays eyes on you, it's sick how fast he starts thinking dirty thoughts. your mother and you are his new neighbors, coming over to say "hi" and introduce yourselves. your mother looked to be around his age, while you looked like you were probably in college (she must have had you when she was young like he had with megumi), but the way you half-hid yourself behind your mom wasn't helping you look any older.

♡ your mom makes you introduce yourself to him and you do so shyly, calling him "mr. zenin", barely making eye contact with the man that was a full head and a half taller than you. he smiles down at you and sticks out his hand, and after a moment you shakily take it, his engulfing yours completely. he could easily pin down both your hands with one of his. hell, he could pin down your whole body with one of his hands. he lingers a little too long, and you retreat a little further behind your mom after he lets go, your face an adorable shade of red.

♡ toji only half-listens to your mother rambling on, mostly just staring at you and being grateful that his shirt was long enough to cover his boner. he tuned in when she talked about how you went to college but still lived with her because it wasn't far. he also listened to when your mother mentioned her job took her across the country or even out of it a lot of the time. oh, so many thoughts were already forming in his head. toji could get quite creative when he wanted to.

♡ he can tell your mom is attracted to him when she juts out her chest and mentions her deadbeat ex-husband more than once. so he exchanges numbers with her and flirts a little. he's a single man, what else is he to do?

♡ toji figures out that, by the grace of god it seems, your bedroom is the one with the window directly across from his, and you don't seem to realize that your pink lace curtains are see-through. it really just kept getting better for him, didn't it? he absolutely watches your silhouette of you changing, watching your little figure take your shirt and shorts off, imagining he was in the room with you. if he were there, he wouldn't have to watch you put on other clothes. he would take off your clothes for you, probably rip them a little too (on accident, of course). he would make sure you didn't put anything on for a good long time, except maybe some cute lingerie. or a collar.

♡ he takes the time to work up to dating your mom. toji's a patient man, he can wait to get his hands on you. distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? and the better he gets to know your mother, the better he gets to know you, too. oh, she raves about you, of course! a model student and such a good girl, never getting into any trouble, always focusing on your schoolwork. you graduated top of your class in high school, and were on track to do the same in college. her baby was basically a genius! toji's heart swelled to hear about just how much of a good girl you were.

♡ it's not long before he's at your dinner table with your mother and you and a wonderful home-cooked meal. the woman that he's supposed to be looking at luckily talks enough that she doesn't realize toji is staring at you the whole time. you practically squirm in your chair under his gaze, hardly saying a word unless you were spoken to. he asks you normal questions, like how's school going, oh you're in your last year? any plans after college? he loves hearing your meek voice stutter out your answers. your mom has to tell you to speak up and you get that cute redness in your cheeks again, raising your voice just the slightest bit. you still called him "mr. zenin", so he tells you to just call him toji. you nod, but you don't actually say his name after that.

♡ at the end of the meal, he of course insists on cleaning up himself, and he's in the kitchen with a grin when he hears your mother telling you to help him clean up. you mumble something he can't hear, and your mom responds with "he is not scary, now go help him!" and he laughs a little. he'll make sure you aren't scared of him for long.

♡ you shuffle in with a few more dirty dishes and place them next to the sink, then look around for something to do before awkwardly picking up a rag and starting to dry what he had already washed. after a little bit of silence, toji strikes up some friendly conversation. "so, are you really liking college? your mom has been telling me all about how well you're doing. she's always talking about how much of a good girl you are," he says. the way your face once again got red was something toji needed to see more often. you seem to stop dead in your tracks and malfunction a bit when he calls you a "good girl", and you stutter something like "uh, yeah, it's- it's been good. she... actually said all that?" he wants to feel how you'll clench around him when he calls you a good girl as you take his thick cock. "yeah, she did," he says with a chuckle. "what? does she not say it to you a lot?" you shake your head no. poor baby, no one was telling you how great of a job you were doing. toji will, though. he'll praise you all night long when you manage to fit all of him inside you.

♡ he starts coming over more after that. he notices that (when asked first) you start telling him more about your achievements in college, like when you ace an exam or your professors write good feedback on your essays. and of course, he's always there to tell you what a great job you did; sometimes he adds in the words "good girl", just for fun. he even starts getting little smiles out of you, tiny at first, but they started spreading to your pretty eyes not too long after. you even start calling him "toji", finally. his name sounds so good coming out of your mouth, he wants to hear you say it while he's got his head shoved between your squishy thighs.

♡ it takes months, months of toji jerking himself off to every filthy thought imaginable about you, months of getting you to warm up to him, months of convincing your mother that he really was into her. it all pays off when the worst storm of the season rolls in. it's around 10pm when your mom calls him from halfway across the country, worried about you because she heard about the storm. apparently, you'll "freak out" if the power goes out. you get paranoid easily, she says. toji tells her not to worry, he'll check on you. he grabs his keys and coat and is knocking on your door within two minutes, albeit drenched in rain water. he sees you peak around the curtain of the window next to the door before you open it, asking him what he was doing here. "your mom asked me to check on you. says you scare easy." she was absolutely right, but you still huffed indignantly.

♡ you let him in, of course, and ask him if he wants a change of clothes. you say your mom probably has some of her ex's old clothes lying around that might fit him. he says sure and asks if he could shower, too. you stutter out a "yeah" and lead him to the bathroom, showing him where the towels and soaps were, accidentally brushing against him in the tight space. he can feel how intense your heartbeat is, just for a second. it makes toji want to smooth his hands all over your body, dig into the knots in your back and make it slow before he raises it even higher. you scurry off to your moms room to find a change of clothes for him.

♡ it takes you awhile to dig out something that might fit him, a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. it takes you so long, in fact, that he's out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist, opening the door just when you're about to leave the clothes on the floor. he thinks your nose might actually start bleeding when you see him shirtless, and it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. part of him thinks it would be funny to just drop the towel, but you scare easy. you hand him the clothes and speed-walk to the living room before he can thank you.

♡ toji gets changed into the t-shirt that clings to his skin and the sweatpants that are loose but will definitely show the imprint of his dick as soon he sits down. luckily, your couch has pillows. he finds you in the living room, your legs curled up to your chest as you look through netflix for something to watch. he plops down right beside you, making sure to grab a pillow for his lap, putting a foot up on the coffee table. you ask him if he's staying, and he says of course, what if the power goes out? do you know how to use the circuit breaker? you say you sort of do. he clicks his tongue and declares he's staying. you just hand him the tv remote and tell him to choose something to watch. you always let him take the lead with everything.

♡ it takes a lot of back and forth of him teasing you for never knowing what to watch and you just repeating "just put on whatever you want!", and when you finally do decide on something, the power goes out. you let out a squeak and instinctively press yourself closer to him, but he's wrapping an arm around you and saying softly that it's alright, it'll come back on soon. he can see your worried expression from the streetlights shining in faintly, and he reaches up to lightly pinch your cheek, muttering that you're so cute like this.

♡ "you think- you think 'm cute?" you ask quietly, and he nods with a smirk. "mhm, think you're adorable. such a pretty girl," he says, leaning in just a little closer. his large hand that takes up half your face is in your hair now, tangling his fingers in it and playing with it a little. you're so warm, heating up the more he touched you. his other hand rubs your back, slowly going lower, inch by inch. he can see his touch having an effect on you, a very, very positive one. your breathing gets a little bit quicker. he can feel your heartbeat through your back.

♡ "think you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen." the hand on your back is coming back up, to your shoulder and grazing past your neck to cup the side of your jaw and stroke his thumb over your soft cheek. "do you not think you're pretty, baby?" you definitely notice the pet name, but you don't say anything about it, just look down and shake your head a little. "oh, princess, can't have that now." he guides your head back up to make you look at him again with wide eyes. "i can show you. you're gonna let me show you how pretty you are, right baby?"

♡ you give a tiny nod and he kisses you, and god, toji is in love with your lips. they're so soft and sweet, and he can't help but move a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in deeper, greedily swallowing the little noises you made. he finds it cute how you struggle to keep up with him, how a whimper escapes you when one of his overly-sharp canines catches your lip. he wants to mark you all over with them, claim every part of your body as his, listen to you yelp when he sinks them in almost too deep.

♡ toji draws away and laughs when you try to follow him, taking in your dazed look, red lips shiny with his and your spit and blown pupils. "aw, sweet girl, you already look so fucked out. haven't even done anything to you yet," he mumbles as he starts kissing down your jaw and around your neck. the pillow is gone and he's picking you up effortlessly to put you on his lap, facing him. he's obsessed with how small you are compared to him. you're trying so hard to hold back more noises, and your hands go to his broad shoulders, as if you were going to push him away (not that it would do anything, he's got an arm wrapped around your back now). but you don't, you just gasp out a whiny "what about my mom and you?" and he draws back a little to look you in the eye, lips hovering just over yours again. "'m just showin' you how pretty you are, baby. she doesn't appreciate you enough, does she? i can, so much better, princess. we can keep it secret, right?" he says, his voice low and rumbling and you look hypnotized.

♡ you nodded a little with an "mhm" and he smiles, kissing you again. he takes his time with you, as agonizing as it is, but he needs to work you open. your mom was going to be gone for another few days still, and he had already waited this long. when he pulled away again he went straight to kissing down the other side of your neck, using his hand still in your hair to move your baggy shirt to expose more skin. he uses the other one around your waist to press you into him a little more and down enough to feel his hard dick through your shorts and his pants. it forces a little gasp out of you and your grip on his shoulders tightens, balling his shirt. "toji, i've never- haven't done this before," you mumble. he knows, of course, he knew it from the start, could practically smell it on you.

♡ "'s okay, princess, i'll go slow. i'll be so gentle with you, promise," he mumbles into your skin, his hands all over your body, in your hair and on your back and your arms and under your breasts, over your stomach. it's almost overwhelming to you. his hands end up grabbing you under your thighs, just below your ass, and you let out a yelp and wrapped your arms around his neck tight when he stands up with you. "c'mon, baby, can't show you how pretty you are in here." he brings you to your room, glad to see there's a little bit of streetlight coming in too here. he sits down on the edge of your cushy bed with you still in his lap, lathering your collarbone with attention.

♡ his hands are rubbing your hips, edging underneath your shirt and pressing you down more and more against his aching cock. "feel how hard you get me, sweet girl? 's cause you're so damn cute," he breathes, and he's so happy when you start shakily grinding down against him, your legs spread so wide by his. he's been waiting for this for so fucking long, and now he's finally in your room, finally inching your shirt over your head for you. toji's scar stretches with his smile when he sees you aren't wearing a bra, and he catches the arm that tries to cover yourself up. "mm-mm, princess, gotta see all of ya." he puts your hand back on his shoulder and uses his to grope the tit he's not sucking and nipping and licking at. your body twitches and a dainty hand goes to his hair, and you're finally moaning for him, whimpering his name when he tugs a little too hard with his teeth.

♡ the power comes back on on it's own just as your nipples are starting to get sore, your fairy lights taped around the edge of the ceiling lighting the room up with a soft glow. toji detaches himself from you and smiles. "can finally fuckin' see ya again, 'bout time," he mumbles, going right back to what he was just doing. you whine and your grip on his hair and shoulder get a little bit tighter, but his hands don't let you move in any direction except closer to him. he keeps going, too busy thinking about how gorgeous your tits will look when they're swollen with milk, how sweet they already are and how much sweeter they will be, until you tug on his hair a little and say his name between sharp breaths. he finally lets up and his hands go to your waist and hips.

♡ he helps guide you while you grind down on him, just taking in how you close your eyes and let out sweet little gasps whenever he bumps your clit through your shorts and underwear. "gonna let me take these off of ya, sweet girl?" he murmurs, his hands massaging your thighs and ass, waiting impatiently for you to nod again before he picks you up again and lays you down on your bed. he's just glad it's a queen size; enough space for him to fuck you most ways he wants.

♡ he follows your shorts and underwear down your legs with his mouth, committing all your embarrassed squeaks to memory. you try to close your legs once he has everything off but of course he doesn't let you. toji's smile doesn't leave his face while he's taking your thighs in his hands to spread them apart, leaving one to smooth a hand over your belly. "prettiest girl i've ever fuckin' seen," he says again, watching his hand go to spread your little pussy apart. his thumb grazes your clit and your hips jerk and he laughs. "so damn sensitive. never had anyone down here, baby, not even to eat this pretty pussy out?" you can't even look at him when you shake your head. if it's possible, his dick gets even harder. "good. dumbass frat boys couldn't ever do it like i can."

♡ once toji finally gets his mouth on your soaked cunt he doesn't think he's capable of stopping. you're practically dripping onto the bed, and he's there to lick every drop up, swallowing it happily and coaxing as much more as he can out of you with his tongue. your body is already writhing, you already have your hands in his hair, you're already crying out for him, and he's in a state of euphoria.

♡ he stops for a moment and you're about to ask what's wrong before he's muttering about how the bed is "too damn short" and you're being dragged down to the edge. your noise of surprise turns into a gasp when he starts sucking on your clit again, now kneeling on the floor. toji throws your legs over his shoulders and holds down the top of one to keep you in place, his other hand coming back to your pussy. his middle finger is slowly sinking into you and he moans into you when he feels how tight you are; his hand is never going to be enough to get himself off after this. when he starts working in a second finger you cum; you can feel it everywhere in you, taking over your body and your head (you think you may get addicted to this, to toji doing this to you).

♡ of course, toji doesn't stop after you've cum once. he gives you a little break, despite being so close to breaking himself. he's so close to letting himself loose on you, so close to digging his fingers in just bit too hard and sinking his teeth in too deep. somehow, he manages to just rub your hips and nip at your inner thighs. you mewl out his name and try to pull him back up to you but he doesn't budge, instead laughing and shaking his head. "not yet, princess, you're still way too tight." he pushes two fingers back in, his mouth hovering back over your clit. "wouldn't want to rip you in half, would we?" you stopped listening the second he started back up on your still-sensitive clit, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair again. "ah-h, toji, wait-!" he wasn't listening either.

♡ he doesn't let up until he makes you cum with three fingers (twice) and you're nearly crying from overstimulation. the only words you seem to be able to form at this point are "toji" and "please", and toji thinks this is his new favorite version of you. eventually, when he runs out of patience and he deems that it won't hurt that much, he finally lets you come down from the high he'd kept you on. he leaves one more mark on your thigh before he stands up to strip himself down quick, releasing a breath of relief when his aching cock is finally freed.

♡ it takes a moment for toji to decide how to take you. in all the months he waited and thought about this, he never could decide on this part. he would have you ride him, if your legs weren't still shaking. he decided to just say "fuck it" and go with missionary; easier to see your cute expressions like that. toji moves you back up the bed and climbs over you, smiling and cooing down at your watery eyes and his favorite shade of red painting your skin. he wraps your legs around your waist and brings his hands to cup your face again.

♡ "aw, what's wrong, baby? you were beggin' me for somethin' just a minute ago, what was it? hm, princess? c'mon, use your words." you mumble out a little "please", and toji shakes his head. "'please' what? you want more, 's that what you're tryin' to say? c'mon baby, tell me you want more," he says, one of his huge hands grabbing your jaw, putting the lightest amount of pressure on it. your eyes widen a bit and you nod, squeaking out a "more, toji, please!" and his cheeks start to hurt from how wide his smile grows.

♡ he took a moment to appreciate the view of his dick resting heavy on your stomach, a before-shot of how deep he'll reach inside of you. his head came to just below your belly button; toji could have came just from that. he notices you're still just looking at him and he takes one of your hands and wraps it around his cock for you, and you finally look down at it. he wishes he could take a picture of your face, it's both hilarious and incredibly cute. "toji, 's not- not gonna fit," you mumble as he moves your hand up and down it. he laughs a little. "we'll make it fit, princess, don't worry." he's gathering both your hands now in one of his and pinning them over your head. "it'll only hurt for a minute, then it'll feel so good, baby, i promise. not gonna want me to ever stop." toji rubs his dick through the folds of your pussy, covering it in your own arousal, his head brushing your clit and making you whine. "all ya gotta do is lay here all pretty and take it for me, you can do that, right baby? i know you can, bein' such a good girl for me." you're melting and practically dripping from his words and he lines his head up to start pushing into you.

♡ your hands squeeze his just about as tight as your tiny pussy does around the head of his cock once it pops in. toji kisses you and moans while you gasp, and he pushes in a little more, and you already feel like this would be enough. he's so thick; his fingers had felt so big to you, but now that just made you feel dumb. he draws back an inch just to push in two more and your legs are tightening around his waist. you're making cute little noises while he pushes your jaw up to mark more of your neck. he's everywhere, surrounding your entire body with his, not giving you an inch to move. you feel him everywhere, inside and out, and he's so deep inside you, and he still has a couple inches to go.

♡ his hips finally meet your thighs and toji thinks he's found heaven. he was so elated to have you how he wanted you, ecstatic that his months of work had finally paid off. he stops sucking on your neck to come nose-to-nose with you, his hold on your jaw loosening so he could thread his hand through your hair. "ohh, fuck, pretty girl, you're doin' so fuckin' good, bein' such a good girl for me," he breathed with a smile and hooded eyes. "does it hurt, princess? 'm sorry, it'll go away soon, baby, i promise. gonna feel so good in a minute. feels so good around me, so much better that i ever thought- shit, baby," he chokes out a moan when you're squeezing even tighter around him and you whine, trying to move your hips to get him to move.

♡ he starts moving, and he swears he tries to go slow, but it admittedly doesn't take long before he's really fucking you. "takin' it like a fuckin' champ, baby, my god. feels so fuckin' good. never leavin' this pussy, fuckin' never, princess. hah, sweet girl, don't squirm so much, how am i supposed to find all your good spots like that? that's it, baby, just take it for me. such a good fucking girl." his mouth gets filthy and it just doesn't stop running while he fucks any air and any thoughts out of your body. he's too deep, there's too much of him but it's so good that you just don't care. it's so much better than you thought it would be, toji makes it so much better than you thought it would be.

♡ you cum before long and he fucks you through it, holding your jaw to keep eye contact with you the entire time, obsessed with the tears threatening to fall from your wet lashes. he slows down as you come down and you think he's mercifully giving you a break when he pulls out, despite your cry of protest that he wants to make his ringtone. then he's picking you up and standing up with you to sit in front of your floor-length mirror with your back to his chest. "don't ya remember, baby? i gotta show you just how pretty you are," he says in your ear as he digs his hands into your hips and ass tight enough that there will definitely be bruises, but he's lining you up and pushing you down on his cock before you can whine about it. you're clawing at his arms and reaching behind you to grab his hair while he keeps sinking you down, and he watches with a salacious grin.

♡ "see, princess, see how pretty you are? bouncin' up and down on my cock like you were fuckin' made for it, you were, weren't you? fuckin' perfect fit. you look so perfect taking my cock, such a pretty girl. prettiest fuckin' girl i've ever seen. no, no, don't look away baby, watch how good you take my dick inside your tiny little pussy. that's it, princess. this pussy is mine now, right, baby? right? yeah, all mine now. gonna ruin you for any other man on the fuckin' planet."

♡ you came again and toji wasn't far behind you after that, practically using you like a toy at this point. you did your best to cling to him, but the only thing you could do in his hold was to watch and feel his fat cock bullying in and out of your pussy. babbles and moans were all you could manage now, and the only thing that would have made toji happier was if he had his phone in his hands to record it. he'd have plenty of chances later, anyways.

♡ "gonna let me cum in your pretty pussy, baby? aww, hah, too cock drunk to speak, huh? did i fuck you dumb already? mm, like you like this a lot, princess. so sweet for me. i'll fill you up with my cum as a reward, how's that sound? ha! your pussy likes that idea! squeezin' me so damn tight, you like that idea, don't you pretty girl? ohh, just be good and take it, just like that baby."

♡ he slams you down all the way on his cock and wraps his arms around you, grinding up into you hard, and you feel your belly get warm and somehow you feel even more full. you go limp against him, closing your eyes and whimpering with every twitch of his hips. it's just the mix of your heavy breathing for a few moments before toji's sitting back up from curling you both forward, looking in the mirror again.

♡ "aww, c'mon baby, you're letting it all leak out," he says, his voice gravelly and a bit heavier than before. when you don't open your eyes fast enough, his hand is in your hair and pulling it to make you look at where his cum is leaking out of you around his cock. and he's still hard.

♡ "guess i'll just have to fill you up again to make up for it, huh, pretty girl?"

[rinhaler]

toji fucking his step daughter because his wife won’t give him any attention and she’s the second best thing :3

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daddy toji my beloved :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, praise (good girl), biting, age gap, stepcest, cheating, daddy kink, creampie, bimbofication, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation.

words: 2k

Toji doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, whenever he sees you floating around the house. You’re confident, that he knows. Short skirts and tiny t-shirts are usually your go to attire, whether you’re at home or going out with your friends, you often dress scantily.

He tried scolding you about it, but you didn’t listen. And his wife, well, maybe if she supported him more he wouldn’t be thinking such oh so inappropriate things about his cute little step daughter.

“Where is she?” you ask, rudely, snapping Toji from his thoughts as you lean across the breakfast bar. He has to force himself to not look down your top, your cleavage on full display. Though his eyes do slip downward when he realises you aren’t even looking at him, too engrossed with your phone. “Said she’d give me money t’get my nails done.” you tell him, and he now knows you’re referring to your mother.

“She’s back to school shopping with Megumi.” he tells you, breaking his stare from your low cut crop top and looking into your eyes. Have you always been so skanky?

You’re a grown woman. He can’t believe you’re still leaching off of your mother. Nails can’t be that expensive. You should get a job and pay for them yourself. What makes you so special that you just get whatever you want just because you asked?

“Oh, well, you’ll have to gimme it.” you smile at him briefly before texting your friends again. You don’t even notice when he scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

What’s annoying him more is the fact that you’re reminding him so much of your fucking mother. Before she grew up, before they grew old, she was exactly like you. Vapid and gorgeous. She had him wrapped around her little finger back in the day, and he’s sure you are the same with every boy you come into contact with.

He feels his cock strain against his slacks as he thinks about all of hot and wild sex they used to have back then. Honestly, these days, he doesn’t remember the last time he got his dick wet. Now he’s just a miserable, pent up dad in a regular marriage. That’s life though, right? That’s just what happens as you get older.

Your wife loses interest and you develop a porn addiction.

“I’m not pay—”

You silence him as you pull your old school pink flip phone to your ear and hold up a finger in front of him, smiling when you hear your friends voice. “Yeah I’ll be there in thirty! Daddy’s givin’ me the money.” you beam at him, your shoulders bouncing as you talk excitedly.

Toji shakes his head again, reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He’s wrapped around your finger, like mother like fuckin’ daughter.

“I’m not fucking Satoru!” you tell your friend, rolling your eyes. Your step father freezes, for just a moment, before pulling out some money from his wallet. You look down at his hand and see the pitiful amount, taking his wallet from him and stealing a few extra bank notes while you rest your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Ugh. No one believes me! Do you? Whenever I tell anyone ‘m a virgin they think I’m lying.”

“Hang up the phone.” Toji tells you, but you barely hear him. You look at him for a split second before focusing on the call again.

“No, I didn’t! I sucked him off and that’s all I’ve done.” you huff. “Also my step dad is here so, like, stop talking about it.”

“Kid, hang up the fuckin’ phone.” he tells you, louder.

“Wait a sec,” you tell your friend, moving the phone away from your ear. “What?”

“Hang. Up.”

“Oh my God!” you moan, “I’ll meet you there, Toji wants to talk to me— yeah I’m probably getting in trouble because of you! Hahaaaa okay, byeeee~!” you smile, hanging up and giving your full attention to your step-father. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. Not for a while, not until the silence makes you too uncomfortable to keep it going. “Is this ‘cuz of the money? You didn’t give me enough.”

“I— no, sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “Were you lyin’ to your friend, just now? About being a virgin?”

“Hm? No, why?”

Toji huffs out a breath, his cheeks filling with air as he thinks things through. He’s shocked, to say the least. He always thought you were putting out like a pro. He knows you’ve been on birth control for years. He’s had to drive you to get your injection a few times. He never thought about it much, just a regular dad chore when your mother wasn’t available.

But you’re a woman, now.

He’s surprised you haven’t been fucking since you were a teenager. But he’s even more surprised that you aren’t sexually active, now. He can’t help but wonder why. What’s stopping you? You dress like a slut, after all. Why aren’t you acting like one?

He reaches over and grabs his wallet and the money from your hand. You want to protest, but he walks by you too quickly for you to object. He hurries up the stairs and slams the door after himself.

“A— Am I grounded?!” you yell, hoping for a response.

Nothing.

You follow up the stairs, running up them as best you can in your high heels, and wait outside of his bedroom door. You knock a few times, and get no response. So you begin to pound on the door.

“Toji! You can’t ground me anymore!”

“You’re not grounded, come here.” he instructs. You open the door and walk into the room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, belt unbuckled and zipper down. He must be changing into something comfier to wear around the house. “Sit.” he tells you, patting his hand on his lap.

You go to him, immediately, sitting sweetly on his thick thighs as he thinks about what to say.

“Didn’t realise you were such a good girl,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder softly. “You’re like a nice version of your mother.”

“Should divorce her if y’don’t like her, daddy.” you tell him, looking down at your imperfect nails. You giggle when you feel him bounce you on his leg.

“Maybe I should.” he tells you. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“You’ll have me ‘n Megumi!” you remind him. “Well, maybe not me as much, but, y’know.”

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t wanna lose you. Not now, not ever.” he kisses your shoulder again. “How come you’re a virgin, huh? Savin’ it?”

“Mhmm… wanna give it to someone special.” you tell him, looking his direction and batting your pretty, false eyelashes. “Everyone thinks ‘m a slut… but ‘m not! Promise! Makes me embarrassed that I haven’t done it yet, sometimes, though.”

His cock aches as he hears you talk. How dumb yet adorable you sound as you discuss your sex life, or lack there of. He isn’t even a little surprised that people don’t believe you, he wouldn’t have believed it himself if you hadn’t told him. He can see in your pathetically wet eyes, though, that you’re being truthful.

He is overwhelmed by the need to bare his soul to you. To tell you what he wants. What he needs and desires from you most right now. There’s no shame within him as he puts his hand down his pants and wraps his hand around his cock, pulling it free. He holds your body in place with his free hand, his arm possessing enough strength to keep you firmly in place.

You’re just like your mother.

If your mother wasn’t a cold, celibate bitch.

“Daddy wants to be your someone special, darlin’.” he informs you, words warbling as he pleasures himself behind your back.

You can hear it. You can hear the tacky sound of his cock being rubbed again and again. The way his breath and speech is slightly uneven. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder and you wince. It’s not too hard, but it was unexpected.

He’s surprised you don’t object when he splits your legs apart so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. His hand roams up your thigh and beneath your skirt, towards your clothed cunt. Though when he gets too close, your legs shut, quickly.

“You’re my daddy, you can’t touch me there!” you remind him. But he knows. He knows he’s your daddy and that’s exactly why you should let him. Admittedly, part of you wants him to. You want to feel someone make contact with your untouched core for the very first time.

Someone that isn’t you.

You’re sure Toji is very experienced. He’s so handsome, even now. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was your age over two decades ago. He’s beautiful, like a film star. You know he was fucking like it was going out of fashion.

Your mother has told you what a stallion he is in bed, you’re close like that. There’s no secrets or shame between you. And honestly, it did make you feel a little jealous. You felt like you were missing out on something. Sex, in general, and Toji.

But you never thought you’d be like this, with him.

“Baby, who’s gonna make you feel more special than your daddy, hah?” he asks. You feel your resolve weakening as he kisses your neck deliciously. You want to scream at him, to tell him where you want him to touch you.

He teases your body until your arching and squirming to follow his touch. And you practically cream around his thigh when he lifts up your top and tweaks your nipple. You’re weightless in his hold as he moves you around like you’re his little doll. He licks and laves over your pulse point while playing with your tits. His free hand moves your panties aside with a goal in mind. Two thick fingers slide effortlessly into your tight, virgin slot. The resistance is there but he ignores it. You ignore it.

And within minutes you’re having your first orgasm on account of another person. You aren’t sure why your mother has stopped having sex with Toji, you’d be begging him for it every chance you got if this brief encounter is anything to go by.

“Fuck me, daddy, please? Please—”

“Thought daddy’s can’t touch their little girls there?” he smirks, already helping you turn around to face him. He kisses you, sloppily, as he lines his thick cock up with your tight hole. “Sh, sh, shhh, baby… good girl, c’mon, take daddy’s cock. Jus’ like that.” he talks you through it as you sob. Little cunt stretching to accommodate his monstrous size.

“T-Too big! Daddy’s too big for me!” you tell him, though he silences you with another kiss.

Truth be told, he doesn’t particularly care if it hurts or not anymore. He doesn’t care if you can’t take him, because you will. He does all of the work for you, lifting you up and down like a toy while he thrusts up into you.

He almost cums from the sight of your eyes turning white and your tongue hanging out as he pummels into your sweet spot. He wonders if you’ll keep telling your friends you’re a virgin. It’ll be a fun little secret, for both of you, he thinks.

He finishes with a string of grunts, fucking his seed deep into you again and again until he’s got nothing left to give.

You feel so icky and sweaty as he starts to calm down from his release. He kisses you, sweetly, thanking you repeatedly. He needed this badly. It’s not even just sex anymore. He’s tired of feeling lonely and he’s tired of being neglected.

You’re not your mother though, are you?

You won’t make him feel like that.

“Don’t tell her, sweetheart.” he tells you, brushing your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him as he speaks. “This stays between you ‘n me, alright?”

“Mhmm!” you nod, leaning forward eagerly to kiss his lips. “Always wanted you to be my special person…” you confess.

“Yeah?” he smiles at that, you really are sweet when you want to be.

“Wanna do it again, daddy. Can we?”

“Of course,” he nods, “I’m addicted to this little pussy, now.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[siscon-stsg]

Can we get Toji’s daughter pleasing him after a stressful job 💗

(CW: incest, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, brat, etc), toji calls reader 'princess' a few times, toji-levels of bad parenting, daddy kink ofc, chokehold, rough sex, cockdrunk reader, titty slapping, teasing, a weird mix of degradation and praise i think, begging, toji cums on reader's chest and face, toji makes one joke about prostituting reader)

i'll let you guys know i am physically unable to thirst for toji because my daddy issues are just like tHAT, but i did my best for y'all guys, if this ain't a proof of how much i love you idk what is. ~BLOSSOM

TOJI is not an exemplary dad, though that is something you already knew. it was almost fun how little effort he put into hiding it, even laughing sometimes that you'd expect him to be better. him.

“brat, i'm home,” you heard him grumble from the main door before he slammed it shut. you barely acknowledged with a hum from the comfort of your own cramped bedroom, such as was usual between you two; never the type to interact much. TOJI hadn't been home for well over a week, barely letting you know through a phone call that the job he'd taken proved to be more difficult than it seemed.

for a few long minutes, TOJI was but a ghost in the apartment, the one sound indicating he was even there being the water running form inside the bathroom. and as you made your way to the kitchen, looking for something to drink, he coincidentally walked into the adjacent living room, leaving the bathroom in a puff of steam.

water droplets ran, still warm, down the outline of each muscle and vein and scar; stopped only by the towel that hung suspiciously low around his hip. black hair was damp, carrying with it the scent of that cheap shampoo he'd get on a discount pack.

maybe you focused a bit too long on the other hairs tho, the ones trailing down his belly to his crotch. maybe.

“your brother?” TOJI asked, in a tired mumble, as he plopped down on the couch with a sigh; head tilted back, manspreading even when he didn't have boxers on. you averted your eyes from the hot embarrassing sight your father made, taking a sip from your glass of tap water, throat feeling oddly constricted all of a sudden.

“out. didn't say where,” you answered, honestly. you and your younger brother megumi hadn't been in the best terms since he turned into a teen. knowing TOJI would be home any minute, tho, megumi usually disappeared.

the knowledge that you two were home alone didn't sit right in your belly. though at this point, it was hard to discern whether you loathed these moments with TOJI, or looked forward to them.

thing were never very normal between you anyway.

the non-committal, husky hum your dad made only proved he, and you, were on the same wavelength after all. it didn't require much more than a simple “c'mere” from him to feel your legs, though jiggling like jelly, take you across the kitchen to the living room, to couch, and then to him.

TOJI's hands were always so big, rough and heavy, even when he wasn't applying any force. he squeezed them just right on each of your hips, pulling you down until you took your usual place on your daddy's lap.

“'m tired,” he grumbled, hands absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs, following the curve they made up to your ass. he pushed your body closer, digging his fingers just enough on the squishy flesh to make your breath hitch. “and i won't see m'payment 'til a few more days, cuz the shitty client's mad the job took more days than we agreed on. so,”

without warning, one of his hands tangled in the roots of your head, gently tugging until your mouth slanted over his. his kisses were sloppy, filthy, even when they had no tongue.

“y're gonna help daddy out”

“who y'runnin' away from, lil' girl?”

TOJI's voice was a husky, breathy mess. a deep growl compared to your high-pitched moans and squeaks; and nothing on the filthy, wet slap of his thighs on yours.

he was spooning you from behind on the couch, both fully naked. but when you tried to run away, TOJI snuck an arm under you and curled it around your neck; thick bicep bulging, chin slotted right in the crook of his elbow. the wheezing sound you let out got a chuckle out of him.

“such a bitch, runnin' from my cock. after i work my ass off f'you and your stupid brother”. TOJI spoke right into your ear, relishing each shiver and whimper he got out of you. it was either the bass his voice doing it, or the slap of his balls against your clit, or his toned muscles practically molded against your smaller frame.

“s-... so-...!” your brain was broken beyond the point of coherency, but still you felt like he expected a response. “AH!” only that this particular one earned your tit a slap and a nasty squeeze.

“don' say sorry, you slut, jus' take my fucking cock. yeahhh, like th'tt”. TOJI growled, momentarily slowing down just to bully his thickness slowly, from fat tip to even fatter hilt, inch by punishing inch. his pubes were a sticky mess of your pussy juices that so unapologetically dribbled down the couch. “pussy's so wet 'n tight, might start t' think you were waitin' f'me to do this”.

TOJI slipped out of you with a nasty squelch, manhandling you onto your back and dragging you like a rag doll to kneel between your open thighs. his fat cock rubbed fast and slick against your drooling slit, your chest heaving each time it caught on your pretty clit.

“daddy!”

“yeah, princess?” he hissed, teasing your hole only with the head, then he pulled back and kept rubbing at your sloppy cunny. “what' d's my girl want?”

you could barely even think. when TOJI was inside it felt like you'd never get used to his sheer girth and all, but... now you didn't have him and it just felt like your body was missing something; empty.

whining at this, pathetic and through tears, your hips bucked into his. your daddy answered so nicely by pinching your clit until you cried out.

“use y'r words, slut. or 's your brain fucked out already?”

TOJI hovered over you, trapping your body oh so right under his mass and height. the tenderness in which he sought your lips and tongue only made your fuzzy brain even more dizzy.

“yeah... thatta girl,” he purred when your legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. hissing as his tip caught your hole once again, this time your daddy didn't pull back: instead he grabbed your chin, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he said: “now speak”.

“y-your cock, please”. your squeaked plea made him chuckle. “please, need it s'bad!”

“hmm, can' wait?” TOJI murmured; hissing as he slowly, slowly sank back to the hilt. “such a whore for y'r daddy's cock...”

he barely gave you a breath to adjust before resuming his previous pounding. it got you screaming, nails digging into his back and heels into his hips as your daddy battered your cervix to tears.

each thrust made it more and more difficult to breath, you were even surprised the old couch managed to keep up with TOJI FUSHIGURO slamming into your pussy like he hated it. your belly felt more and more tight and stiff, thighs caught in between being tense to break and jittery.

“dad-! daddy!” you wailed between choked gasps. he groaned into your neck, calloused hands bruising your skin from how hard he was gripping onto your hips.

“cum f'me. c'mon, bitch, cum on this cock!”

two or three thrusts more, and your body snapped. all the moans you'd been choking on came out in a pathetic, sobbing, loud whine, body trashing from the sheer strength of your orgasm that made you forget about the neighbors. your eyes rolled back and you floated painfully on cloud nine, for long enough that it made you question if you dreamed the whole thing.

but no, because your pussy squeezed so hard it tore an actual moan out of TOJI and you heard it. he pulled out in a frenzy, kneeling over your chest as his thick fist blurred in vicious strokes and

“shit!” your daddy came. over your chest, some of your face; specially when he nudged your red cheek with the dripping tip, slowing down more and more with each stroke as he throbbed through his orgasm.

TOJI savored it, licking his lips and brushing the hair out of his handsome face: the sight of his pretty daughter with cum, his cum all over her skin, was a sight he'd pay to engrave behind his eyelids.

“fuck... you're good at this,” he panted, grinning down at your fucked out face. “how much would they pay for a pussy like yo-? ow! don't hit me, you fucking brat!”

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Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 29] Growing Family

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*this is really the last chapter, thanks for sticking with me in this cute adventure🥹

Seven years after Seiji is born, you constantly find yourself thinking about destiny and your first discussion with Satoru about it. Neither of you are sure, but you’re happy that this is how your life turned out. You love waking up next to him as his wife and proceeding to start off your day with him and your kids. With your seven-year-old Seiji and your five-year-old Saori. 

You both have teaching jobs– Of course, they’re very different. Satoru teaches three teenagers, one of them being Megumi, while you teach a classroom full of at least twenty second graders. Satoru always tells you that you’re one of the reasons he decided he wanted to become a teacher, apart from the part that he’s the strongest (you still have no idea what he means) and that’s his duty. You have a much bigger home than before; yet neither Megumi nor Tsumiki live with you anymore so many rooms are empty, however, considering the fact that you have two young children, the house is still very lively.

Satoru still had a great idea to fill up the empty rooms, and that’s how you find yourself expecting your third child with him. You swear to Satoru this is the last baby you’ll have, but that’s what you said when you gave birth to Saori. It’s easy to forget how bad pregnancy and childbirth are when you watch Satoru being the best possible father to your kids.

“Daddy, can you help with my homework?” Seiji asks, even though you’re the one that teaches his grade level and knows what his teacher is teaching. Apparently you’re great at explaining things but daddy just does it better, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you watch Seiji approach his father with the notebook. 

“Sure thing, buddy. Wait till Saori finishes with my nails.” Satoru answers, watching as his daughter paints his pinky nail a blue color. She was going for pink since it’s her favorite color but then she decided that blue would match his eyes (in reality she couldn’t find the pink nail polish and didn’t want to admit that she lost it). It’s fine though, her father will just buy her another one. “Wow, look at you. You’re doing such a great job.”

“I know.” Saori answers, so focused on not making a mess and painting her father’s whole finger. Satoru manipulates his infinity every time that she’s clearly about to paint his whole finger. 

“Saori, will you hurry up?” Seiji asks, clearly annoyed. He wants to get finished with his homework so he can watch TV, since you told him he could watch his show after he was finished with homework. You offered to help, but he turned you down.

“Don’t rush your sister, Seiji.” Satoru says, and he watches how Saori sticks her tongue out at her brother, causing Satoru to sigh. “Don’t stick your tongue out at your brother, Saori.”

“I can help you, Seiji.” You pop into the living room, where your husband and kids are. You find yourself bored for once in your life because Satoru took care of everything.

“It’s okay.” Seiji responds, making you pout. He does usually accept your help, but during your third pregnancy you’ve been a victim of pregnancy brain. You don’t think you’ve ever felt dumber, so stupid that even your seven-year-old notices.

“Saori, honey, will you paint my nails next.” You say and she perks up. For the first time Satoru fails, not turning his infinity on and getting nail polish all over his finger. She smiles brightly and nods her head.

“I’m done with you, daddy.” Saori tells her father, and he laughs as he looks at the unfinished hand. He stands up and walks over to Seiji to help him with his homework. You take Satoru’s seat and extend your hand to your daughter. “Do you want blue as well, mommy?”

“What other colors do you have?” You ask.

“I used to have pink.” She replies, which makes you laugh. She doesn’t have it anymore so you don’t see the point in bringing it up. She begins to paint your nails, and she’s awfully concentrated until she finally speaks up, “When’s my baby brother or sister getting here?”

“Around two more months.” You answer. You’re due in December, a little while after Satoru’s birthday. A month after her birthday. “Are you excited to be a big sister, honey?”

“Yeah.” She answers. She’s focused, therefore, she can’t talk. You stare at her, watch how concentrated she is. She has to push her white hair out of her face since it covers her vision. The more you stare at her, the more you realize how neither of your kids look like you and you hope that the third time around you give birth to your twin. “When’s my birthday?”

“In a month.” You respond since you won’t count down the weeks until her sixth birthday. You can’t believe just how fast she’s growing up, it feels just like yesterday when you found out that you were pregnant with your baby girl. You smile, watching as she paints your whole finger. Satoru has shown you his infinity, yet you still find yourself surprised how she never messes up Satoru’s nails. “Woah, you completely missed the nail there.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes yet she continues to make the same mistake. You aren’t paying too much attention to it, you just listen to Satoru explain to your son how to do his homework. You’re sure that you could explain it better, but you still smile. You never really thought you’d be here seven years later, but here you are.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

-

Satoru isn’t the type of man that goes to bed early– Well, he wasn’t. Up until he had two babies under two and ever since he had to handle a very energetic Seiji and a crybaby Saori, he’s been going to bed since eight at night. When you put both of your kids to bed, you both go to bed as well. His head barely touches the pillow and he’s passed out.

This specific night though, when his head touches the pillow, a scream comes from his daughter’s room and he sprints out of bed and to her room. He literally just put her to bed, there’s no way that she already had a nightmare. Seiji isn’t much of a prankster either so he’s ready to kill just about anyone.

Satoru finds his little girl with her knees to her chest. She buries her head in her knees, and she covers her ears. Satoru looks around, turning on the light. He’s about to ask what’s wrong since his eyes don’t see anything, but he feels the energy. His eyes land on the half open closet and he begins to walk towards it.

“Is everything okay, Saori–” Seiji comes running into the room after hearing his sister scream. He’s much slower than his father, but regardless he’s here.

“Go to your room, Seiji. Take your sister.” Satoru orders and Seiji does as instructed, even though it takes some effort to get Saori out of the room but he succeeds. Satoru fully opens the closet and a sigh leaves his body seeing the small curse. Nothing scary to him, but surely scary for his baby girl. 

He exorcizes the curse with no issue before walking out of the room and going to Seiji’s room. Seiji comforts his little sister, who’s trying to hide under the blue blanket that Seiji let her borrow. There’s a frown on Satoru’s face as he walks over to his babies and sits on the edge of the twin bed. He engulfs his kids in a hug.

“I’m sorry you saw that, Saori.” Satoru mutters. He feels guilty that the curse that he holds is passed down to his children. He’s known they can see them, but he tries to protect them as much as he can. Sometimes he can’t though. Satoru’s parents want him to start training his son as well, after all, Seiji is a descendent of the Gojo clan but Satoru doesn’t want to do that. He wants his kids to be free of this all. 

That’s not his decision to make though.

“Everything’s gonna be okay while daddy is here.” Satoru reassures them. He kisses the top of their heads, and just holds them while he can.

“What happened?” You show up a little too late. Getting up from your bed is the hardest exercise that you face lately. Satoru chuckles, it’s not like you’re really going to understand anyway. He doesn’t want you to.

“The kids are sleeping with us tonight, honey.” Satoru says, picking both Seiji and Saori from the bed and carrying them to your bedroom. You slowly follow behind, already out of breath by simply getting up from bed and going to Seiji’s bedroom.

When you stand in the doorway, you watch how Satoru tucks them in the middle of the bed, filling their faces up with kisses. Maybe it wasn’t exactly planned, but you’re glad you’re with him and the fact that he’s the father of your kids. Now, as his wife, you can’t imagine spending the rest of your days with someone else and you can’t imagine a father more perfect than him– Of course he has his flaws but they hardly poke through.

He often asks if you think he’s doing well as a parent, worried that he’s messing everything up. You can’t even begin to say how proud you are of him, and how you think he’s a far better parent than you are. He loves to remind them that their father is always there to help them, protect them, and love them. Maybe that’s why you agreed to have a third child with him, plus the process is always fun.

“I love you two so much.” Satoru says, and while he should lay down with them, he’s no longer tired, and when he looks back at you it seems like you aren’t tired anymore either. “We’ll be right back, do you want to watch some TV for a bit?”

They nod their heads and Satoru turns the television on. They’re too agitated to go to sleep as well. Letting them stay up for half an hour isn’t the end of the world. He then walks over to you, and throws his arm over your shoulder. You walk out of the room and go downstairs to the living to sit down for a moment and talk. It’s rare that you find yourself alone to just talk.

When you take a seat, a moan leaves your lips, and he furrows his brow. You grab his hand and put it over your belly, and your baby doesn’t waste time kicking. No matter how many times he’s felt it, it always amazes him. He always looks so in awe, and he doesn’t remove his hand until his baby kicks a couple more times. He then pecks your lips, muttering, “Thank you so much for this.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts because this is the last time we’ll have a kid.” You tell him, and he sweetly smiles at you, pecking your lips again. You rest your head on his shoulder for a minute, and he enjoys the moment. You appreciate the unusual silence. You’ve gotten used to so much noise, and you’ll grow to miss it if you sit in silence for too long. You still appreciate it.

“How’s Kaya?” He asks, interrupting the silence.

“She’s planning the baby shower. She’s going crazy.” You respond, and you hear him chuckle.

“Isn’t she due soon? She shouldn’t be stressing over a baby shower.” He says and you hum in response. You wouldn’t know either way, you opted out for a baby shower the second time around since you were already stressed enough planning a wedding and handling Seiji. Every time you’re reminded, you laugh due to the fact that your father was right about the fact that Satoru would knock you up months after Seiji’s birth.

“She’s due around Halloween– Maybe two weeks before Saori’s birthday.” You answer. That’s so soon, Satoru only prays that her water doesn’t break during the baby shower and that he has to handle all the chaos. Satoru knows Daisuke is absolutely freaking out about it all; Satoru knows that feeling all too well, he’s still freaking out even though this is his third baby.

“Our baby will finally have a little cousin this time around.” Satoru comments and you chuckle. Seiji didn’t need a cousin, he had his younger sister. This new baby doesn’t though, and you’re adamant on not having more kids which he understands since he’s not the one that carries them for nine months.

“What ended up happening in the kid’s room?” You ask, and Satoru takes a long minute to answer. There’s no point in lying. He lied so much to you when you first met, he can’t do that anymore while you’re his wife. You swore you’d leave him if you ever caught him in a lie again, and now he tells you the truth even when you can’t see it. He doesn’t see the point in telling you a problem that you can’t solve.

“Well… Uhm… A curse.” He answers, and you remove your head from his shoulder. You slowly nod your head in response, and you aren’t really sure how to answer that other than,

“Oh yeah…” There’s some things that you’ll never understand about them nor about your husband. You don’t like to think about the fact that there are some issues that you’ll never be able to help them out with, only Satoru can help them.

You sit in absolute silence for a minute as you get lost in your thoughts. Satoru watches you, wondering what goes on in your mind.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you sigh. You can’t try to play it off as if you’re okay because you expect him to remain honest with you, it’s hypocritical to lie to him.

“Yeah, it’s just… What if you aren’t around and a similar issue comes up. How would I handle that?” You ask, and he wraps his arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. He kisses the top of your head, his hand going down to rest on your belly. “I just feel useless for some stuff, Satoru.”

“You aren’t useless, baby.” He responds. He doesn’t want for you to think about this– He doesn’t want to think that you’re useless in any way. It makes him recall an incident from five years ago, and he hid the truth to not worry you. “Can I confess a lie I told you?”

“Better be from before we got married.” There’s a frown on your face, and Satoru chuckles.

“You remember when Seiji was three and Saori two, how they went running to you crying about a bug that you could not find?” Satoru asks, and you remember the incident clear as day. You were scared shitless but you still went after the bug to kill it; when you couldn’t find it and they kept crying about it, you just comforted them while Satoru dealt with the problem. “There wasn’t a bug, it was a curse. But you still managed to deal with the problem, even when you didn’t know what it was.”

“That does make me feel better.” You smile at him before kissing his lips. “I love you. You always know the right thing to say.”

“I love you too, baby.”

-

“Seiji, stop!” Saori yells at her brother who keeps messing around with her tiara. You’ve already struggled getting into a kangaroo onesie to go out with them, you’re already far too tired to stop their bickering. You have no idea why you agreed to go trick-or-treating with them, you doubt you can walk too much. In your defense, you promised you’d do it two months ago, and your circumstances now are much different than before. You should’ve known that by Halloween you’d be in a much different mood. You only glance at Satoru, who lays down on the bed and stares at the phone, and he stands up to deal with it. “Seiji!”

“Seiji, what are you doing?” Satoru yells, walking out of the bedroom to go to where his kids are at. Satoru crosses his arm as he looks down at the seven-year-old who wears a superhero costume, ready to go trick-or-treating. Seiji tries to play it off as if he’s doing nothing, but he’s holding his sister’s tiara in his hands. Satoru sternly says, “Give it back and apologize.”

Seiji drags his feet, walking over to his sister to give her back her tiara. When Saori gets her tiara back, she runs to her father’s side and hugs him. He picks his little princess up from the floor and kisses her forehead. She sticks her tongue out at Seiji, making Satoru sigh and say, “Don’t do that.”

“Mommy! Saori is being mean to me!” He yells, hoping to have a parent by his side. You’re forced to leave your room to deal with it, even after your efforts of not dealing with it.

“What’s happening?” You ask. You look at Satoru and Saori before looking down at Seiji. Before Seiji responds, Satoru says,

“I got it handled, honey.” He puts Saori down on the floor again, “Apologize to your brother, Saori.”

“What for?” She responds, giving her father doe-eyes, which always work. He looks away, at his son.

“Apologize to Seiji for sticking your tongue out at him.” Saori crosses her arms before dramatically turning to her brother. She mutters an apology which is good enough for the minor offense. When you’re no longer needed, you begin to walk away, but you don’t get too far before your name is called again.

“Is Megumi still going with us?” Seiji asks, and you nod your head in response. You then look at your husband.

“Change. We have to get going soon so we get home early.” You order, and Satoru has no option but to do as you say. That’s what he signed up for when he chose to marry you. 

When you’re back in your room, you lay down on your bed, grabbing a picture frame that’s beside your bed and looking over it because every time Megumi is brought up you’re reminded of the little family you had six years ago. It’s an old photo of baby Seiji, Megumi, and Tsumiki. Looking at Tsumiki’s precious smile almost always makes you cry, and when the tears well up, they spill as you laugh at Megumi’s awful smile.

Maybe you should’ve appreciated those times more, but you had a lot on your plate. It’s not like you can stop time or stop awful things from happening. You’re still happy with your life right now.

The picture frame is snatched from your hands, and you glare at your husband. He looks at the picture before he puts it down on the nightstand. He leans down, and kisses you, “Don’t start getting sentimental now, it’ll ruin your night.”

“I’ll try not to.” You respond. He takes a seat on your side of the bed, his hands resting on your belly.

“I got a call.” He announces, and it makes your brows raise. He clears his throat, “We’ll have to go trick or treating without me. It’s an emergency.”

“Oh?” You reply. You want to be upset about it, but you know he doesn’t do it on purpose. Satoru is the first one to be bummed out about missing time with his kids. “I can take the kids out.”

“No! I want you to stay here till I get home.” He sounds defensive, and you know better. It’s rare when Satoru says no, so you’ll listen. He pecks your lips, telling you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His head goes down and he presses a couple of kisses on your belly before he promises,

“I promise, I’ll be back as soon as possible. We gotta take these kids trick-or-treating together.”

[majycka]

Gojo Satoru, a sad case of “pookie peaked in high school” and what it tells us about the dangers of nostalgia

(chap 236 and 261 major manga spoilers ahead please be warned!!)

What exactly do I mean by “pookie peaked in high school”? In general definition, it’s someone who often recalls their glory days and achievements back in high school. Well, Gojo Satoru isn’t exactly the type to brag about his achievements in high school because he just generally brags about being  “the strongest” all the time. Instead, I’ll be focusing more on the “recalling glory days” or the nostalgia aspect of this phrase because this is so apparent to how the few times we got to hear Gojo’s thoughts from the past chaps, and it is always longing Geto presence and Geto represents a lot of the youthful days Gojo had. Heck, even in his death, Gojo reverts back to his highschool self, preferring he’d stay in there because that goes to show he’s very much stuck up to his past and heavily longs for it.

Geto is one of Gojo’s biggest symbols of his youth because in that era of high school with him, Gojo gets to be much of a kid when ever since day one of his birth he was built up this perfected weapon of jujutsu. Gojo has someone even in his messed up thinking that only “strong people” will be able to understand him and luckily, he had a “strong person” he could connect with to “understand” the burdens of shouldering such responsibility. Gojo obviously feels nostalgic for his youth because it was that time in his life where he kinda remotely let it someone (aka a friend).  I mean, sure, nostalgia is fine and dandy because Gojo was able to be a teacher with the aim for a better generation. However, there’s a crucial amount of nostalgia that makes someone at least in the healthy realm of thinking and use it to move forward with life. As for Gojo’s case, he is trapped by it.

He’s so stuck by it that it bleeds into his present goals as teacher and that’s his whole schtick with “raising a “stronger” generation that's gonna change the system.” It’s not entirely bad right? He seems like he’s using his past experience to try to change the future. He’s moving forward? He’s seen how badly the system messed up his best friend, so now he doesn't have any of that happening to the kids? But then his intentions are further put into test when he becomes Megumi’s mentor.

We can’t deny that Gojo is a pretty inattentive teacher except for the times he actually wants to be an attentive one (aka with Yuuji’s case). Megumi literally asked Gojo’s time if he wants to spar but it’s kinda understandable because Gojo the Strongest has a tight schedule being always on demand with his job. 

He chooses kids with potential already and kinda leaves them on their own to figure out stuff. If we put him with a student like normal girl Miwa, there’s no doubt he’d say no to teaching her. Now, we’ll be focusing more on Megumi because this guy gets more time under Gojo’s mentorship. This sparring says a lot about their dynamic. To recap, Megumi asks Gojo how he can improve → baseball scene flashback → Gojo points out that he isn't selfish enough and it’s ok to be selfish. However, there’s one thing Gojo forgets about why Megumi, who despite having the gifts, isn’t really pulling his own weight to fulfil potential.  

Gojo forgets Megumi’s not like him who delights in power. Megumi’s just some guy who got stuck working as a sorcerer cuz Gojo says that’s the only way he’ll be able to protect his sister. Gojo ain’t too wrong about the selfish part to be fair though, and he has a point. Megumi needs to think about himself too! Gojo kinda acknowledges the problem but doesn’t really dig into the root of it. It makes sense Megumi depends on his will to live with his sister especially when he grows up where the supposed “nurturing” adults in his life kinda just toss them aside and leaving Megumi to be unequipped with the perils of growing with just his sister around there for any semblance of being “nurtured.” Thus, overall, this trauma being unaddressed leaves Megumi walking around with repressed issues, and yes, that ridiculous meme of Megumi always pulling out Mahagora due to some inconvenience actually says alot about  his self sacrificial issues and suicidal tendencies.

This issue with Gojo also kinda reflects his falling out with Geto. Gojo sees how the system messed up Geto with what happened to someone innocent like Amanai. Gojo, post star vessel plasma, continues to be himself and getting stronger while of course, Geto spirals down. Gojo was able to pick up signs of Spiralling Geto. However, at the same time, Gojo fails to understand why Geto  spiralled so much because this guy is frustrated with the system he thinks is supposed to protect the weak(“non-sorcerers”) and yet those non sorcerers can also still kill someone innocent like Amanai. On top of that, fellow sorcerers also just keep on dying in the process to protect such people. Is there an ending to this madness? Again, Gojo acknowledges the cruelty of an innocent death due to spending time with Amanai, but he doesn’t dig deep into it especially how it affected Geto's psyche because Geto is someone who deeply feels/ connects with people the same way he was able to be friends with a big brat like high school Gojo. 

Wait, so how does this entire thing again connect to nostalgia? Gojo’s whole past with Geto is filled with nostalgia that in some sense he kinda doesn’t stop to think and reflect about the bad parts about it like how Geto spiralled and how their friendship is tested. That’s the whole thing about nostalgia, how it gives us an idealized and romanticized version of the past. That nostalgia is Gojo being filled with a sense of comradery with Geto, someone as strong as him, he rarely experienced in his “it’s lonely to be the top” life. In some sense, it looks like Gojo just tryna recapture that nostalgic feeling/romanticized past with his whole “I will raise people stronger than me so they can change the system.” As if he’s whole solution to that fallout with Geto is that if maybe Geto’s only “stronger” maybe he could have power through his trauma and that whole spiralling thing never gets to happen.

SOURCE (for the sake of more accurate translation)

It’s like if his kids are raised strong, stronger than him, then they will push through ANYTHING and kick out the old grumpy higher ups with no problem. The highlight here is strength alone. However, as we see in Megumi (and even Yuta), he isn’t that case, and it ended up him being in a vulnerable position. Megumi was able to get back to his sister after some killing spree but still ends up getting his body snatched away from him due to failure to communicate with his sister, stemming from his unaddressed issues. Yuuji can only think of himself as a cog of the system, another child soldier they can use. Yuta, also one of the students that Gojo is seen to also mentor, ends up being HEAVILY affected, but I will dedicate another meta post about him because he’s the star of jjk 261 afterall.

Gojo’s type of thinking probably come from being raised in a system where they refused to see these kids as individual humans with feelings and emotions but just weapons. Also, his whole trauma with the Toji fight made him build literally and figuratively walls towards people, and he pigeonholed himself deeper into that “The Strongest” position. Gojo then says a lot of “no one can take away their youth..” but then forgets that these kids are already put into the ringer because they are CHILD soldiers. It’s the same way he doesn’t understand about Geto, who despite being the strongest with him, can still lash out from his trauma. Like sure yes, Gojo probably meant despite living with this shitty system, he wants that there’s still a “speck” of youth in his kids. It’s like back when he was in high school again when being the strongest duo leaves them untouchable for a moment that they can throw around their weight and be still the kids they are, but then life has to happen and they have their falling out.  It goes to show how nostalgia lenses are pretty heavy on Gojo’s eyes that especially now where we are seeing Geto panels when we get to hear his thoughts. He never gets to move on, and it’s dangerous because it self-destructs him.

It comes to the point that his students were literally offering to help him, asking him to open up that Gojo just immediately shuts them down because again, he’s stuck with the thinking that only Geto alone can be the Strongest with him, the only one who can bare the burden of being the strongest with him. Isn’t Gojo’s whole point to raise a whole generation who can become pillars of support with him? Then why, why are you still thinking of “catching up” to Geto? 

All in all, It’s constantly one step forward and backward with Gojo’s case like yes okay you acknowledge the problem and you’re trying to learn from it, but his actions doesn’t echo in actively changing it, and you know what? It makes him such a real and compelling character! He uses his past experience as a learning experience but his nostalgia surrounding it kinda bars him from fully learning from it. He himself fails to think that he’s also raised a child soldier, and there’s trauma comes with being wielded as The strongest ever since a child, thus emotionally stunting him. This mindset now gets unintentionally passed to his student who just ends up repeating the cycle.

[megumisgirl]

HEY GIRL HEY. just wondering can you do a fluff or a comedy romance thing with megumi? there are not a lot of fics where there is a bit of playful side of megumi (non-sensual wise) and since youre a megumi main blog, i thought maybe you could try it? I understand if you dont want to! Hav a great day!

!! im back !!

starting off sweet, this is the purest idea ever. and yes sure!!!! i will try to write more fluff and non-smut content for ya'll if that's what you guys want so here ya goooo

there's a monster in our room! megumi x fem!reader

the horror movie played and you squeezed megumi's hand as hard as you could, trying not to flinch. being such an advocate for horror movies, you begged megumi to watch the new incedious movie with you. he knew you could handle horror stuff, but your night terrors is what really gets you. all those fights and cursed techniques you used and saw caused a lifetime worth of trauma and mental anguish no one can ever relate to. but that's the part of being a jujutsu sorcerer, it's the job describtion.

megumi had his legs spread as you sat in between them, your legs on top of his in a comfortable manner, one of his hands under your shirt, caressing your skin, and the other holding your hand, drawing mindless circles on your hand with his thumb. you were super focused on the movie to even notice that megumi was looking at you.

he never understood how he pulled you. the hot freshman, with the darkest brown eyes and most beautiful hair that was somehow always tied up, it never made sense to him. sometimes, during sparring lessons, he's just stare at you as he rested, catching his breath only for it to be taken away by you. the way your hair flew with each turn, your hands fast enough to kill anyone without them even feeling it, your footwork almost flawless, how your hips swayed dodgeing from nobara. you were... perfect.

the first time he felt something up his heart was when you guys were sparring. you were sparring gojo as you lost a bet, and it got pretty intense. almost everyone circled up to see it, and you felt the pressure almost crumbling but you kept a level head. during the heated session, gojo's rough technique ripped your hairtie and caused your long silky hair to come tumbling down. megumi's breath hitched for a moment, and everything went into slow motion. you still kept on fighting, losing at the end (gojo is the best jujutsu sorcerer, what did you expect?) but everyone commended you for your intense fighting spirit. making you one of their go-to girls on the most difficult of missions and with higher level cursed spirits.

megumi's mind was constantly filled with that imagine of you with your hair down, flushed cheeks and tired eyes from the fight, a wide smile still placed on your lips as you, in a matter of good sport, shook gojo's hand. everyone cheering you on as you just smiled politely at them, a large blush coating your cheeks. and when you made eye-contact with megumi, one might've thought he hated you, with his expressionless face and darkned eyes. but it was the complete opposite. gojo noticed that.

"you like her or something, megumi?"

and then here you guys are. your back pressed against his chest and you can sometimes clearly hear how fast his heart was thumping against his chest, but you thought it was for the movie. no. it was for you. megumi was a man infested by love. he was ultraviolence.

you gasped as the monster appeared on the screen. of course, you were a scaredy-cat, and megumi never minded that. but when he saw you gasp at the mere sight of a monster, it gave him an idea. he just stood there for a second before he looked back at the screen again. this time he gripped your hand tightly unconsciencely.

"megs, are you scareeedd?" you jokingly teased him. but he just remained quiet. his eyes kept on shifting to you everytime the actor would appear on the screen and he just kept quiet. silenting feeling insecure, and a bit jealous. which is physchotic on it's own since he's megumi fucking fushiguro.

"no!!" he scoffs, you turn your head to look at him, his sea blue eyes lot in the floor somewhere, his cheeks slightly flushed as well as his nose. you hummed at him, but he just kept quiet again, his thumb drawing mindless circles on your stomach. you just smiled turning your head back to the screen.

about fifteen minutes goes by when megumi looks at you again, so focused into the movie, "hey, imma go to the bathroom real quick, yeah?" he said, getting up as you just hummed at him watching the movie. he quickly rushed to the room, calling out his spirit dogs and preparing to declare war.

"we're gonna scare her, and we need to do it well."

he told one of his dogs to stay in the room and the other to quietly and in the most the-shining-sisters way pass by you to think something just moved. megumi was gone for a while now but you thought that maybe he's having some stomach problems. that's what he gets for not sharing his strawberry ice-cream.

you were watching the movie peacefully when out of the corner of your eyes, you saw something move. you turned to look at it and saw nothing. you just brushed it off as a pigment of your imagination. four minutes and megumi's still not here, and you keep hearing thumps and whooshes and it's freaking you out.

in a desperate attempt to feel better, you played some hello kitty and friends and went to look for megumi. he's nowhere in your bedroom, or your bathroom. you frown, folding your arms over your chest.

"megumi, this isn't funn- AAAA!!" you screamed as one of his dogs jumped at you from the dark opened closet and megumi pulled you by your waist into the bed, throwing you there on your back. "megumi!!" you screamed, "you mother-"

"language!" he warns. he smiles at you, "gotcha'," he winks. you punch him in the stomach making him scrunch and drop his head to the crook of your neck, his dogs snuggling your leg and one of them running in circles.

moments like these, you were truely greatful for you and megumi's relationship. somedays you didn't talk much, and the other days you guys talked a lot and had one of the best days of your relationship, today being one of them. no angst, no fight, just the two of you, his fluffy friends, and love. sometimes, he didn't seem real. he seemed sureal. maybe because he was, maybe you were crazy to think that. but either way, he made you happy in a way no one ever did.

"i love you," you said, your words getting muffled as you pressed your head against his chest, reeling in the moment.

"i love you too, princess," he said, his words soft and smooth. "and i always will. i'll always be here for you, whether you want it or not. i'll always be in your mind. you just need to reach for me," he said with a wide smile. and you smiled back.

such a cute little monster in your room.

[girlwithapples]

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 — T. FUSHIGURO

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: in which reader feels sad about something that happened at her job and toji tries his absolute best to comfort her despite his lack of knowledge in her field of work, but he has plenty of knowledge about what she likes and what gets her through the day.

toji was always one to check up on his wife during the day and night — constantly calling her and making sure she was okay as she worked and he cleaned the house, cooking for her and taking care of megumi carefully.

so when she came into the house looking sad with dried tears all over her face, he felt his own heart break into pieces and he immediately ran to her.

"you okay, mama?" he would frown, grabbing her bags and placing them on the kitchen island.

"mhmm baby.. just had a bad day toji.." she mumbled, laying her head onto his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist, crooning his body with an obviously stressed expression, dried tears all over her face.

he would sigh, rubbing her head softly and wrapping his arms around her body, kissing her forehead as he looked down at her with a sad yet caring expression, eyeing her face and trying to get every ounce of sad her feelings to go to him instead, because after all — she was his baby for life.

"lets get you to sleep, pretty girl, you could use a nap and a good hot meal, sound good? maybe i'll throw in somethin' else while im at it." he mumbled the last part, lifting her up bridal style and carrying her to their shared bedroom, placing her down softly.

he would begin to walk away, but of course you would pull him hack with a whine, mumbling something about hoe you wanted him to stay and he'd chuckle so faintly.

"hm? want me to stay with you?" he'd tease, kissing your forehead softly with a chuckle, but once you muttered out that you wanted him, hed pause in his movements, stilling and then finally raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

and of course youd pout, mumbling something about it was funny and that he should take care of you instead of teasing you the way he currently was.

so thats how you found yourself above his mouth, with him laying under you and your exposed pussy on display and he couldnt help but bite down on his lip at the sight, licking a longe, slow stripe down the middle with a groan.

"pussy always so sweet.. cant believe i got such a pretty lil' baby like you with a pussy so good.." and he wasted no time, immediately pressing your body down on his face and lapping up at your cunt, licking and sucking on spots like he hasnt ate in days.

"t-toji.. fuck! slow down.. too much f'me!" youd moan- no, practically scream out at the feeling of him gracing your cunt so messily and so excitedly.

and of course he'd ignore your cries, only focusing on the pretty pussy that was presented above him as he licked and sucked — loud squelching noises from your cunt echoing around the room and he chuckled, pulling away to kiss around it instead.

"fuck.. love this pretty lil' cunt." hed mumble, biting softly into the skin and chuckling as you let out a moan, continuing his assault on your cunt with his tongue.

and god youd cum so easily, moaning and writhing above him as chants of his name fell out of your mouth, making him laugh at how easy it was to make you cum just from that alone, and he shook his head.

"gonna make you feel way better then you did earlier."

[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩

No. 2

Saturo Gojo was swift to send Emiri and Megumi on their first mission. As both were grade 2 sorcerers, therefore were allowed to go on missions by themselves.  Throughout Emiri’s first morning at Jujutsu High, Gojo explained cursed objects and corpses to her. Emiri knew about cursed energy and curses, but the rest of the sorcerer world she had refused to learn about. 

Gojo informed about cursed objects and corpses. Gojo went on to explain Sukana’s fingers, twenty special-grade cursed objects, and the first-years were sent to find one.

Grasping the idea of an ancient sorcerer who lived over a thousand years ago with four arms was tough for Emiri. The King of Curses lived during the golden age of jujutsu as a man with four arms. All twenty fingers were cut off and mummified after his death, classified as special-grade cursed objects. 

She struggled with the idea of his twenty fingers scattered across the world as she traveled with Meguim to Sendai City. They had been ordered to Sugisawa High School to recover one of Sukan’s fingers. The day stretched on as the four-hour train ride felt unbearable for the two sorcerers. 

Emiri fidgeted in her seat, trying to wrap her head around the concept of ancient sorcerers and cursed objects. Megumi, sitting beside her, seemed more composed, his expression focused as he stared out of the train window.

“You okay?" Megumi asked softly, noticing her discomfort.

Emiri shot Megumi a glare, irritated by his concern.

“I'm fine," she snapped, her tone sharp.

Megumi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her hostility. 

“Alright, suit yourself," he replied coolly, turning his attention back to the passing scenery outside.

The atmosphere between them grew tense as they sat in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Emiri couldn't help but resent Megumi's calm demeanor, feeling as though he was looking down on her.

“Why are you always so smug?" Emiri muttered under her breath, unable to contain her frustration any longer.

“Excuse me?" Megumi's head snapped towards her, his eyes flashing with annoyance. 

“You heard me," Emiri retorted, her voice dripping with disdain. “You act like you're better than everyone else like you have all the answers. Shit, I mean, you’ve been smug since you were ten."

Megumi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. 

“I'm just trying to focus on the mission, Emiri. Maybe if you stopped whining this train ride wouldn’t be so painful. We do have to work together, don’t you know that?"

“I know we need to work together, Megumi. But it's hard when you act like you know everything and don't listen to anyone else."

“We haven’t seen each other in years, you don’t know me,” Megumi's expression hardened. “I'm just trying to do my job, Emiri.” 

Emiri clenched her fists, struggling to contain her anger. She knew Megumi was right, but her pride wouldn't let her admit it. With a frustrated sigh, she turned away, staring out of the window as the train rumbled on towards their destination. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their mission. 

Emiri and Megumi's dislike for each other stemmed from a clash of personalities and conflicting approaches to their work as sorcerers, Gojo knew this. Why else would he place them together? 

Emiri knew from where she had come. A childhood of horrors, a background of wickedness, cruelty, and death. She resented Megumi for what she perceived him as, a prestigious, privileged brat. She felt belittled by his calm demeanor and his apparent confidence in his abilities, which she interpreted as condescension. 

On the other hand, Megumi found Emiri's attitude abrasive and her lack of focus on the mission frustrating. He saw her as impulsive and unwilling to follow orders, which clashed with his disciplined approach to their work. Megumi's frustration with Emiri's behavior branched from his desire for efficiency and success on their mission, seeing her attitude as a hindrance to their goals.

They had felt this way about each other since they were children.

When the two exited the train the sun was setting on the outskirts of the city. The sky had turned a soft hue of dark purple as the light crept away. Emiri remained silent, replaying the past four hours of bickering. They strode down the street, their steps in sync, but their disdain for each boiling. Gojo had directed them to the rugby field on the edge of the high school’s campus. 

Sugisawa High School was quiet, the buildings were dark, and not a soul was seen. Emiri silently followed Megumi across the field. On the far side of the field, there was a small wooden structure, a box with a door nestled in the far corner of the field.  As they approached the wooden structure, Emiri couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. The silence of the deserted high school campus only added to her sense of foreboding. Megumi glanced back at her, his expression unreadable in the fading light.

“Stay alert,” he warned.

“No shit,” Emiri sighed as Megumi neared the structure and she turned away from him.

Emiri nodded tersely, her jaw clenched with tension. Despite their animosity towards each other, she knew they had to remain focused on the task at hand. Their eyes focused on the structure in front of them, similar to a birdhouse, it looked like a thermometer shed.

“They’re hiding a Cursed Object in a place like this?” Megumi huffed in disbelief. “Could they be any more stupid?”

“Could you?” Emiri retorted as she looked over him. “We gonna open it or stand here all night?”

Megumi sighed at her sassy comment before he reached for the shed. There was a latch on the door, but no lock or means to keep the object secure. The doors creaked as Megumi pulled them open. He gasped, then let it fade to a groan as he gawked into the box. Emir shoved his shoulder to get a look, her eyes widened at the empty shed.

“It’s…it’s not here,” she drawled.

Megumi groaned as he leaned his head into the box and searched. He became frantic as he looked around the box scouring it with his fingers. He climbed on top of it and looked behind then at the sides, then looked inside the box again. Emiri watched as he frantically searched for the object letting out frustrated groans. He continued to moan and groan as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“There’s nothing here,” he informed gruffly as Gojo picked up instantly.

“Huh?” the voice was muffled over the phone.

“The Stevenson Hutch is empty,” Megumi continued.

“For real?! That’s hilarious,” Gojo’s chuckle boomed over the phone. “maybe it took a nighttime stroll.”

“I’m going to punch you,” Meguim drawled bluntly.

“Well,” Gojo scoffed. “no going home until it’s recovered, okay?”

The line hung up abruptly and Megumi looked back at Emiri.

“I’m seriously going to punch him,” he repeated coldly.

“You really thought he would send us home?” Emiri launched mockingly at Megumi. 

Emiri's sarcasm only fueled Megumi's frustration further. He shot her a glare, his patience wearing thin. 

“Can you just be quiet for once?" he snapped, his tone laced with annoyance.

Emiri rolled her eyes, unfazed by his outburst. 

“Wow, someone's touchy," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Megumi clenched his fists, struggling to contain his temper. 

“We're here to do a job, not exchange insults."

Emiri smirked, her defiance shining through. 

“Fine, let's focus on the job then. But don't expect me to hold back just because you can't handle a little criticism."

Megumi shook his head in exasperation, turning away from her dismissively. He knew that arguing with Emiri was futile, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated by her stubbornness.

As they stood in front of the empty shed, the tension between them hung heavy in the air. Despite their shared goal of recovering the Cursed Object, their animosity towards each other threatened to derail their mission. As they braced themselves for the long night ahead, they both knew that working together would be their only chance of success, whether they liked it or not.

The night was spent searching for the Cursed Object through the school. Emiri was ecstatic when Megumi suggested splitting up, but ultimately the hours of searching supplemented to nothing. The days reached into each other as Sugisawa High School became bustling with students. Megumi and Emiri lingered throughout the school searching for traces of a Cursed Object. 

As the afternoon sat in, the two first-year sorcerers found themselves back at the rugby field. Megumi was silent as he surveyed the grass, Emiri chuckled at his hopeless attempts. They two had abandoned their Jujutsu High uniforms in an attempt to blend in better.

“What’s with this rugby field?” he huffed. “Is there a dead body buried here?”

Emiri followed his eyes to the ground where a cursed spirit peaked its head out of the ground and then sunk below. cursed spirits came in various disgusted, malevolent forms. Emiri watched as the cursed spirit dispersed across the field.

“Even if there is,” Emiri began. “It’s strange to see a cursed spirit that high level here. It looks like a grade two.”

The two watched as the cursed spirit exited the ground and climbed up a pole. Its body was blue and lumpy and its head had fifteen red eyes scattered across its face with chunky teeth and a mangey green main. 

“Must be the influence of the Cursed Object,” Megumi sighed as he moved towards the exit of the field. 

“Its presence is strong,” Emiri stated as she followed Megumi upstairs towards a bustling crowd of students. 

“Too strong to pin down,” Megumi stated, expecting a sassy comment in return, but received nothing. “Feels like it’s close by, but it could actually be far away.”

“Ugh, this is a serious pain,” Emiri huffed as they reached the top of the stairs.

“The curses object or…me?” Megumi asked as he looked over at her.

Emiri wholeheartedly laughed at his comment.

“Wow,” she sighed between laughs. “So he does have jokes.”

Megumi rolled his eyes as he moved past her and turned his attention to the crowd of students. The sorcerers watched as the track coach of the high school challenged a student in the shot put. They watched in awe as the coach threw and broke the school record. Next, a young male student with a flaming head of light pink hair stepped up. He chatted with the coach before he launched the iron ball. The ball flew through the air and into a soccer goal, embedding itself in the metal pole. The students cheer wildly as the boy smiles.

“He-He threw that without any cursed energy,” Emiri gasped at the boy's raw strength.

As the student continued to cheer the pink-haired boy gathered his items and bid the coach farewell. He bolted pass Megumi and Emiri. The gust of wind that followed the boy was laced with curses, Emiri shuddered at the feeling and she could feel Megumi was affected as well.

“The presence…of a Cursed Object,” he shuddered before his eyes followed the running boy. “Hey! Hold it!”

Megumi rushed after the boy but he picked up his pace and sprinted out of the campus. Emiri followed Megumi down the stairs as he called after the boy. They heard students around them chattering about the boy who ran off and his athletic abilities. 

Emiri huffed as she watched Megumi chase after the boy. She sighed as she drew her hands together in a praying position, leaving her pointer finger up.

“Heavenly Hound,” she murmured as the figure began to appear beside her and she looked down. “Follow him, Seven.”

She stated as she pointed in the direction of Yuji. Seven sniffed the air for a moment before he took off, rushing past Megumi. The boy turned back and looked at Emiri.

“Why did you do that?” he asked sharply.

“He’ll follow him,” Emiri assured. 

“What even is that thing?” Megumi asked as he looked back at the receding dog. “You have shikigami?”

“No, well…kinda,” Emiri hesitated as she moved toward him. “When I first summoned him he was a shikigami, but he was weak, and now he’s…”

“So he’s not a shikigami?” Megumi asked as he tapped his foot.

“If you’d let me finish,” Emiri shot back before she dramatically cleared her throat. “Now, he’s more of a manifestation of my fears, a protector of sorts. He’s a real dog, though, thanks to blood manipulation.”

“Oh yeah,” Megumi nodded laced with sarcasm, pretending to understand what she explaining to him.

“Thought you liked him,” Emiri shot as she sized him up. 

“Didn’t say I didn’t,” Megumi responded lowly.

Emiri huffed as Megumi gazed at her, his eyes like daggers of judgment. 

“Well,” Emiri sighed as she continued down the stairs. “Are we gonna follow him or…?”

Megumi huffed at her hint of sarcasm. He glared at her and he pushed past her.

“What a stupid question, Emiri.”

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[hexll]

JJK AU

Hello hello, as I recently enjoyed (inhaled) a lot of JJK AU content, here is my version of one. Just AU description of my vision. Key points are: modern, no curse, very domestic-ish, based on Unc! Sukuna.

1. Once upon modern Tokyo, there lived the Itadori family. The whole family lived in their moderately-sized house in a decent suburban area. In fact, they are in the pretty comfortable level of upper middle class. (here is a picture from akiya-mart.com to illustrate their kind of house, but a little bit fancier. Yes, I like to be precise abt the picture in my head 😤).

2. The grandfather is Itadori Wasuke (61), a retired chef and owner of a successful ramen shop chain. He has twin sons: Jin and Sukuna. He spends most of his time at home with his grandsons and tending to his garden. He sometimes does quick business trips around town to check on his shops.

3. Itadori Jin (31), the older twin. a loving husband to Kaori and doting father-figure to Yuji and Choso. Per mutual agreement with his wife, he is currently a house-husband. Focused on raising Choso and Yuji as well as tending the family home with his father.

4. Itadori “Ryomen” Sukuna (31) is the younger twin. Basically the brash and rebellious of the twin (but secretly loves his family very much). He follows his father's footsteps into the culinary world and is currently a celebrity chef. In the entertainment world, he is currently the IT bachelor: young, handsome, and has his own charm of the bad boy vibe that draws the ladies. At home, he is the Uncle Kuna to Choso and Yuji. 

5. Yes, Sukuna is loaded. He actually has his own high-rise luxury apartment in the city centre, but he made up some reasons why he still decided to live in the family home (truly, he just wants to be close to his family, not that he would admit that).

6. Itadori Kaori (née Kamo, 31), Jin’s wife and loving mother to Choso and Yuji. She is the working parent in her immediate family. Ambitious at her job, she is the young and respected manager at her organisation. She likes to dote on her children whenever she can as her job often takes her time and focus away from her babies.

7. Story time: Kaori is actually a longtime friend of Jin and Sukuna, they were introduced back from infanthood. She and the twins basically grow up together and Wasuke actually always has a soft-spot for her. Treated her like his own daughter. This is because she is the daughter of the Kamo family, a close family friend, and even distantly related to the Itadori family (Kaori’s grandparent is a cousin of Jin and Sukuna’s grandparent).

8. Itadori Choso (8), Kaori’s first child from her deadbeat-ex. Yuji’s older half-brother (but they never say “half”), Jin’s adoptive son, Sukuna’s adoptive nephew, and Wasuke’s adoptive grandson (yes, the whole family adopted, adored, and never think that Choso is not one of them since day 1). An artsy kid with a gloomy face, which only lights up when his head is filled with thoughts of his adorable little brother. Despite his appearance, he is actually a cute and wholesome kid on the inside. 

9. Itadori Yuji (2), a very very cute kid. Currently his favourite person is his uncle, he just likes seeing (and drawing) his tattoos and is very entertained by how uncle Kuna grumbles “brat”. Very excited to start kindergarten next year. Obsessed with the virtual pet game: Pou. He named his pou “Uncle Kuna”.

10. Fushiguro Megumi (2), another cute kid that is Yuji’s best friend (along with Nobara). Currently obsessed with dogs. He says his dream job is to be a professional dog trainer and spend his days with dogs. Very smart kid at his age. Already reading 1 syllable words fluently and already into books also.

11. Kugisaki Nobara (2), yet another cute kid in the neighbourhood that is also best friend with Yuji and Megumi. Her mom just moved to Tokyo from their hometown. Really likes the tall buildings of Tokyo and the colours of the fashion district.

12. Fushiguro Toji (30-something), father of Megumi. In a similar yet not the same niche with Sukuna: drop dead gorgeous under the bad boy persona . Everybody always says it would feel “fitting” if he and Sukuna were seen hanging out with each other. Turns out he and Sukuna are in the same gym. Their other interactions are only when picking up their nephew and son from the biweekly nursery playgroups. 

13. Mamaguro (30), mother of Megumi and wife of Toji. A very lovely woman.

[madebyparakiss]

Blessings of You ー Chap. 3

𖦹 f!reader , aged-up megumi, college au, slow burn

warnings: cursing ; wc 1.4k

Chap. 3 : Tans That Tattoo

The weekend finally rolls around as the first week of August comes to an end. A heat wave overtook the city of Tokyo, leaving the inside streets to minimal activity. Tourists scatter, oozing with sweat and money for the local shops. Your phone vibrates with a loud buzz every few seconds waking you up from your light sleep. Last night's shift lasted long, your heels sinking into the soles of your feet. After getting home late into the evening, you ended up collapsing onto your bed, forgetting to take off the former day's makeup. It's smeared across your hadakake, sheets made for summer.

In the mists of your awakening, your friend Mai, calls you. Despite her furious looks and furrowing eyebrows, she's rather nice. She always makes to include you knowing your habit of neglecting plans. "Let's go to the beach Y/N!" she exclaims.

You groan at the thought of sand in your hair and your shoulders peeling with a sunburn. Then again the thought of submerging cold blue waves was welcomed nicely. After a few minutes of thought you considered it.

Repetition feels good. It's reliable and can't fail you. Shoving everything into a beach bag, You slip on a sundress and some flip-flops.

"Alright" you grumble. Mai yelps with excitement and the line clicks.

You roll over facing the sun. Its warmth blinds you, forcing you to lay your forearm over your eyes. A day at the beach, you think. In one motion you rise to your feet, grabbing a bright bikini with orange and pink hibiscuses. It shapes your boobs nicely while complimenting your skin tone. You also grab a hat and some sunglasses, as well as a spray sunblock and towel with dolphins on it. Packing for the beach was simple. It's always the same items but in different colors. It's not like your part time where the uniform changes based on the job.

The station is fairly close to your apartment taking you from Ueno to Shinjuku. There at Shinjuku station, you meet up with some friends from school. Momo, a short American-Japanese girl with bright blonde hair wears a blue dress with a matching beach bag. Her hair put up into two ponies suits her cutesy aura. Mai, who's much taller stands with her hand on her hat. She's wearing a ditsy black floral dress and a sunhat with a black lace ribbon. Her face is flushed with a light sunburn similar to blush. Trailing behind them is Miwa. Her hair is almost neon blue and her bangs look as if they were cut by a blind person. Nevertheless, she was a cute girl. Her big eyes suited her unusual haircut. Her yellow sundress contrasting her hair made her more welcoming than she already was.

From Shinjuku, the four of you take a train to a beach in Kanagawa. The water is rather murky and unattractive. Nothing like what you had imagined. It laps against the blackish sand. Children frolic in the shallows and surfers ride the summer waves. High schoolers sit in groups, filming videos on their Digi-cams and shoving each other in the water. The sounds of summer are the sounds of Youth. You each sprawl your towels beneath a couple of umbrellas. The sea breeze whispers against your skin. Under the umbrellas the heat is bearable. Enjoyable even.

The gentle lap of waves, the breeze brushing your body cool, the hum of humanity lulls you to sleep.

There on that beach, you slept for 2 hours rotating positions in a half-conscious effort to at least get an even tan. Rolling over you meet face-to-face with the boy at the convenience store. "Am I dreaming?" you mutter to yourself.

Blinking hard, you rise to sit crisscross attempting to wake yourself up a bit more. You've tanned under the sun rays for so long. Facing your friends you notice four unfamiliar faces amongst them. A girl who resembles Mai sits next to Momo, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looks a lot more serious, her gaze focused on the condensation dripping down a can of soda. Then, next to her lying on her stomach is a girl with warm brown hair. Her lip is curled upwards and her creased eyebrows point downwards as she hits the same pink-haired boy from yesterday. He laughs, throwing his head back at something that must have been said. Momo and Mai both stare at you, covering their mouths with their hands giggling.

Confused, you look around and see Megumi, the boy from the other day smiling. Even Miwa seems to find something funny. Surrounding you are the eyes of new and familiar people, all covered with the same smug look.

"What are you guys laughing at?" you question, waking up fully.

"Oh nothing" Mai says.

The boy with pink hair couldn't take it anymore. He bursts out laughing, clenching his hands to his stomach. Everyone else begins to laugh except for the girl with glasses and Megumi. His smile continues to grow though. You face him, they're sparkling like the sun on the reflection of the sea.

During your first encounter, it seemed as though he had no emotion but right now his gaze was soft and his smile was gentle. He lifts his hand towards your forehead and peels off some stickers. Too hypnotized to react, you continue to stare, your eyes tracing his features until you reach his lips.

You're broken from your trance by the sound of laughter coming in front of you. His cheeks are now flushed red and pinched between his fingers are a couple of stickers.

Two orange stickers and a sliced apple sticker in the shape of a dick sticks to his hands. Then the realization hits. You grab the nearest phone swiping to the camera app. On your forehead, there is a massive tan line in the shape of a disproportional penis. On your chin and cheeks, stickers are slipping too, leaving their irregular shapes.

You can feel everyone tense up at your silence.

"What the fuck??" You exclaim, a laugh slipping from your lips. Everyone else laughs too, including the girl with the glasses.

After a couple of sodas and laughs you all exchange your contacts. By the time your phone reaches Megumi, he's already gotten up making his way to the nearest vending machine. You follow him, phone in hand. You can barely feel the burning sensation of the hot sand as your feet sink with each step. At last, you reach him. "Megumi, give me your Line ID," you demand in a lighthearted voice. He lifts his hand, clicking for a tea on the machine. He hands it to you swapping it with your phone. Megumi's eyes are dull again as he looks down his hair flattened on his head. The water washed out any gel, making his hair fall over his eyes when he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about everything" he whispers.

"What do you mean?" your hand with the drink drops. "What are you talking about? You don't have to give me your number..." you mutter. For some reason this upsets you.

He looks up, beginning to speak. Megumi types in his ID, adding himself on your phone.

"I'll text you about everything tonight," He says handing back your device.

Then it clicks. The reason he looked so unusual and captivating was because he WAS a familiar face. Megumi was a student at your international school.

He was friends with the people that ruined your life. Maybe not close, but he was there. He was there when they tore pieces of your life apart. They broke your necklace from your father who is thousands of miles away. They broke the makeup your mother worked hard to gift you. They spilled lunch in your school bag ruining your books and getting you in trouble. They unscrewed the nuts of your chair, causing it to crash beneath your body embarrassing you in front of everyone.

He knew this.

He had been there a few times but always left before it got bad. The tormenting was so awful you left a day after graduation, leaving nothing but an empty bedroom and a sad mother. You walk off, biting down on the insides of your cheeks to stop the feeling of hatred from eating your soul.

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[uriekukistan]

how do you … hhow do yiu start writjng. like how do you. opening paragraph…. how do you begin..

sksjdj sorry this took so long, i genuinely rewrote my answer 3-4 times 💀 took me a few hours to figure out how i wanted to answer this tbh bc usually i don't even know what im doing either

also im by no means a perfect writer, i’m still working to improve with every fic, so pls take this w a grain of salt, everyone writes their own way as well…hopefully this isnt too long or annoying or preachy or anything.

i always have an outline of my fic ready before i start writing, regardless of if it's super vague or highly detailed, i also try to think about what the character(s) want from the situation(s) and potential ways that could create conflict (not in an angsty way per se but in a plot moving way). knowing this is super helpful for deciding where to start because different types of openings are good for different stories.

ideas i use a lot!

-> character intro! this is my most commonly used way to start a new story. i like to make sure my MC is in the first sentence so the reader knows who the story is going to focus on. this does have a potential to go wrong, bc essentially, there's the good way and then there's my immortal 💀

when i say to use a character intro, i mean like their mindset/beliefs as they pertain to the plot, main conflict they're facing, or how they're feeling at that moment, rather than "basic info"

ex: megumi fushiguro is 15, has black hair and green eyes, and he's a jujutsu sorcerer and is in his first year at jujutsu tech. in his free time, he reads. he loves animals. he was abandoned by his parents at a young age, so he's wary of others <- boring, bland, sparks 0 interest

VS: Megumi was never a fan of love. Not in books, not in TV shows, not in movies, and certainly not in real life. He hadn’t so much as considered having romantic feelings for someone in fifteen years of living, and he wasn’t about to start now. Definitely not now. Not after what had happened. <- interesting, gives insight into how megumi thinks (and how strongly), sparks interest bc what happened??

hsiao doesn't want to date a coworker because she has a dangerous job, but has a crush on saiko. urie can't express his feelings because he's spent ages bottling them up, and now he needs to grieve someone he didn't realize he cared for until it's too late. establishing these things is really important, and should be done eventually either way.

i think this method works best for stories focusing on a conflict that's more internal because it sets up the characters psyche, but can still be used for external conflict effectively!

-> dialogue: another one that can be tricky, and gets a bad wrap sometimes, but it can very much be used well. it's good to use if the story is focusing on interpersonal conflict, especially if it involves a lot of arguing. usually, i throw the reader into a high tension, fast moving scene with dialogue, sometimes one with a confrontational start, sometimes in the middle of an already brewing interaction.

-> strong feelings: this works best with negative feelings, so i use it mostly for reeeeaaaallly angsty fics. physical pain, extreme sadness or guilt, grief, rage, or high stress work really well for this, because they're feelings that tend to consume everything else. you gotta be ready to dedicate a few paragraphs to really good descriptions that make readers feel. it's a bit intimidating to write and has the potential to overwhelm readers as well, so i tend to reserve it for fics that i intend to be really heavy and upsetting, no happy ending/comfort type fics

-> straight into action: gonna be honest, i try to avoid this one as much as possible unless it's in a multi-chapter fic where the characters/conflict have been firmly established. used outside of this, i think it works best with actions that are literal beginnings, or it feels like part of the story is missing. things like waking up, opening a door (staring at a blank page trying to write..........)

lil tips ig

★ shorter sentences: my usual writing style has a lot of lengthy sentences, but when it's the first thing a reader sees, it slows down the pace immediately. of course, there's a place for long sentences as well, but the average reader is going to go for something that grabs their attention quickly.

★ u don't have to start from the beginning!! honestly i get this from writing academic essays, but sometimes it's easier to write the beginning after you wrote the rest because even if u think u know where ur going, it can change as u write it. tbh once i wrote fic almost entirely backwards 💀

slfkjgnkjnsfglk i hope this was at least somewhat helpful, honestly i wasn't sure what to say, but i'm really excited to see ur fic!!! ik u have a lot of things planned, so i'm sure once you get the first words out there, the rest will start flowing !!!

[animeficsworld]

Walking home

Itadori Yuuji x Reader

You are heading home, walking down the street in a bad area when you see a gang up ahead, something makes you feel uneasy about them.

They were loud, you could hear them talking already.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any other routes to go home, especially not at that hour, if you go across the street that might be the best option, you thought.

So, you tightened your grip on your bag and headed to the other side.

Or, you would have, but the guys were already in front of you. There were six of them in total.

“Lookie! What do we have here? Where are you heading Sweets?” asked a blonde guy, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out. The others laughed like he just said the funnies joke ever.

You slightly rolled your eyes, but didn’t answer.

That angered the black haired one.

“You should reply when you are spoken to, Bitch.” He said as he took a step forward. But you still didn’t answer. You really didn’t want to do this, you had places to be. And you always hated confrontation.

“Please just let me through.” You ended up saying with a sigh.

“Look Boys! Little Miss Perfect thinks we are just going to let it slide that she treated us like we were the dirt under her pretty shoes.” The leader said as he grabbed a strand of your hair and twirled it, you moved back to make him drop your hair but he grabbed it tighter and it hurt.

“Boys you really don’t want to do this, please just let me go.” They all started to laugh.

“Why is that Princess? Is your boyfriend looking for you? Will he beat us up?” with each question the guy moved closer and closer. You smelt his disgusting breath, stinking from alcohol.

“No, I will.” You said as your forehead made contact with his nose. You heard and felt it break as he yelled out in pain and dropped to the floor.

The black haired guy moved to grab your hair and hit you, but you were faster and hit him across his cheek, knocking him out.

“Disgusting pigs! Look for a job instead of bullying girls!” you said as you stepped over the two knocked out boys as the others just watched, you left.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Yuuji was looking at his phone when he heard your voice. “The bus was late.” You said making up the excuse as he smiled.

“It’s okay, lets go on our date!”

---

A few weeks later, you and the others went to a local restaurant to celebrate Megumi’s birthday.

“Welcome!” said the guy at the front, you watched as he shivered, he recognized you and you did as well.

He was the leader of the gang you beat up a couple weeks back. You smirked as he guided you all to a table.

“There you go.” He said before he left to greet the next customer who came in.

Everyone looked at you with questioning eyes.

“What?”

“Do you know him?” Gojo asked.

“Old friend.” You answered before the waitress arrived and you all ordered your food.

At least you breaking the guy’s nose wasn’t all in vain.

But you decided instead of thinking about him, you focused on your friends and your boyfriend, who, as usual, was just as oblivious as he could be.

But not the curse inside him.

Sukuna noticed everything as he sat in his throne smiling.

Maybe, but just maybe, he started to like you a little more.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 4] Car Ride

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Talks of Abortion

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Toji tries to hand you the bouquet of flowers, but you don’t take them from his hands. Your eyes linger on them, and while it’s a beautiful arrangement, you don’t want to take them. For some reason, you feel that if you take them, he’ll believe you’re accepting to try and work things out which you aren’t willing to do. Even though maybe you should.

You turn your head when you see Shiu drive off, and you roll your eyes. Toji clears his throat and he assures you, “I’ll drive you home.”

“I have to buy a mattress.” You inform him, and he slowly nods his head. He doesn’t mind, you guess. You still can’t help but ask the question, “What about your job?”

“I can leave early, it doesn’t matter.” He responds, and you sigh. Suddenly he can leave early but when you begged to have a date night, he was always busy. He’s putting in so much effort now, effort that he should’ve put in before you decided you were going to leave. “Do you wanna go do that now? We can talk while we go shopping for that.”

“I guess…” You search around to see if you find Shiu’s car in the distance. You don’t really want to talk to Toji, but you also have no other way to go home other than by walking or taxi. Plus you need his help right now. You look around to find his car, and you find it a long way down the road. 

You begin to walk to his car, and he follows behind, running so he can open the door for you. You don’t thank him when he does, you just get in the passenger seat, and you side eye him when he doesn’t shut the door. He throws the flowers on your lap and when he shuts the door, you toss them to the backseat. When he gets into the driver’s seat he asks, “Why don’t you want the flowers?”

“What’s the point of them? Aren’t we getting divorced?” You respond, and he tries to take a deep breath. He turns on the car and pulls out of his parking spot, driving somewhere. You know this route, and it’s not where he’s supposed to take you. You don’t speak about it, it’s your own fault. You weren’t seriously expecting Toji of all people to be cooperative, were you?

“Shiu told me you got a nice little apartment…” He speaks up when he stops at a red light. You hum in response, not really trying to engage in a conversation. You lean your head back, resting it and shutting your eyes. You just want this to be over. Never in your life did you expect to dread being in a car next to Toji. The love of your life sits next to you, and you can’t wait to get out. To run and never have to see him again.

You open your eyes and see that you’re not driving back to Toji’s apartment. He’s taking a detour. At least you won’t have to take a taxi. Your eyes shift to him, his eyes are focused on the road. His hands clench the steering wheel while he bites down on his lip. His eyes finally glance at you, and you avert your gaze to the road that’s in front of you. “So um… What do you do?”

“Nothing cool.” You answer. You hear him exhale. Maybe he’ll stop asking dumb questions to fill up the silence. You’ve gotten accustomed to a quiet car ride, every time that you tried to speak up you’d be shot down. You don’t understand why he’s trying to change now– He already signed the papers. 

“Will you still show up for Megumi?” He asks, and you take a moment to think about it. Should you really? Toji constantly reminded you that you weren’t Megumi’s mother in any way, why should you try? But even then, you and Megumi grew close and formed a bond. Megumi shouldn’t have to pay for his father’s mistakes. You don’t give him a definitive answer though, simply an,

“I’ll try.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He finally snaps, making you scoff. You cross your arms, debating if this is even worth engaging. He just wants a reaction out of you. Something that is longer than two words. “I’m just thinking that you wanted a divorce because you’re seeing someone else. If you actually loved me, you would at least try to work this out.”

He succeeds. He gets the reaction that he wants. You’re seething with his words and you yell, “I’ve been the only one trying this entire marriage, Toji! Not even these past two years, our entire relationship! Do you think I just came to this decision overnight? Do you think just a couple days of you trying will make up for five years of your neglect? It’s funny that you’re the one talking about cheating when you–”

“Here you go again with the same fucking shit! That happened years ago and you don’t let me forget. You should’ve just left me then!” He raises his voice as well, frustrated with this whole situation.

“Then why the fuck are you so upset that I’m leaving you now? Tell me, Toji. Like this you won’t have to hear me complain about it!” You respond, and he has to pull over into a plaza to park. It’s best if you get out here and call a taxi. You’ll order a mattress online, and sleep on the floor for the time being. When he puts the car in park and the doors unlock, and just as you’re about to open the car door, he locks them. You hate his car because his side is the only one that has controls to lock and unlock the car.

“That was years ago… I’m trying to become a better man, please. Give me a chance.” He sounds vulnerable, and part of you wants to comfort him. You love him more than anything and anyone, you’re willing to work it out. But for your sake… And for your baby’s sake, you have to leave Toji. He claims that he’ll be better but he won’t. 

“How long will it take for you to go back to being him? The same man that couldn’t even care to share how his day was when I asked him. You claimed that you’d change a couple times, Toji. You did change for a couple of days, but you always went back to your cold demeanor.” Your voice is breaking, and you can’t afford to start crying in front of him. You won’t let him see you so weak again, “I’ve seen the way you looked at her, and I want someone to look at me the same way. I deserve that. I know that you can’t be that same man for me, and I’ve come to respect that. The same way I want you to respect me leaving. I don’t want you to reach out to me just for the sole purpose of getting back together. We need time apart.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of what he’s going to say next. He won’t admit that he’s at fault for all of this. Toji shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He tries to be rational– To be the mature adult that he’s supposed to be. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m going to unlock the doors. If you get out of the car, I won’t talk to you ever again. All I can say is good luck in your life.”

“That’s not possible.” You mutter, but he hears it loud and clear. Are you insinuating that he’s a weak man? That’s what he’s hearing at the very least, and Toji hates it.

“What are you trying to say? Are you saying that I’ll come crawling back to you? That you’re irreplaceable or something like that, because I have some news for you–” He raises his voice and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. You swallow the lump that comes to your throat before you yell,

“I’m pregnant, Toji! That’s what I’m trying to say, I’m pregnant.” You watch him as his eyes go wide, his breath getting caught up. You’re waiting for him to say the worst, knowing that he doesn’t want this. “I don’t need your help though. I’ll be fine. If you don’t want a part in any of this, then when I exit the car, you’ll be dead to me the same way I’ll be dead to you.”

A smile comes to his face, and you feel sick. You know he isn’t happy that he’s having a baby. You want to fool yourself into thinking that he is, but you know he’s not. He doesn’t care about that. He’s just thinking about– He grabs your hands and brings them up to his lips, kissing them gently before he puts them around his face. “Please stay. For our baby.”

He’s thinking about trapping you. Like this you won’t leave his side. He’s not thinking about all the what ifs and the struggles that come with pregnancy and a child. He doesn’t want this for the right reasons, and you hate it. His face inches closer to yours, and he’s about to kiss you but you pull away.

“Open the car door.” You tell him, your voice stern. His brows furrow.

“We have to talk about this.” He says, and you shake your head. You have to take a deep breath so he doesn’t hear your voice. You don’t want him to hear you on the verge of tears even though your watery eyes are the dead give away.

“No, you think that I’m going to stay with you because I’m pregnant. But I’m not. I don’t have to rely on you.” You respond. 

“Why don’t you just get an abortion then?” He asks, and that’s when the tears that are in your eyes fall. He bites his tongue, quickly regretting the words that just left his lips. “I mean… If you’re so set on being alone, do you really want to have my baby? You know that means we’re stuck together in a sense.”

“No it doesn’t.” You wipe away the tears that managed to escape. You try to reach over to unlock the car door, and when you manage to unlock it, he doesn’t waste a second to lock it back up. He pushes your hand away. “Just forget that I told you anything. You don’t want another kid, and I’m not forcing you to be a father. I can be a mother by myself.”

“For how long have you known?” He questions, and you take a deep breath.

“I just found out.” You confess. 

“And you decided that you’re going to be a single mother? Do you know how fucking hard it is to raise a child by yourself? You haven’t even thought about it for a day.” He points out. You bite down on your lip and think about what you’ll say next.

“I mean… I handled all of Megumi’s issues myself even when I wasn’t supposed to be a parent. And I got used to the idea that if I ended up pregnant, you’d end up leaving. So I don’t really need to think about it more.” You share, and he scoffs.

“You really think I would just leave you?” He questions and you stay silent. That’s his response. “I would’ve never done that to you.”

“I don’t know Toji, you made it clear that the idea of having kids with me was a nightmare and that you only had money and time for Megumi.” You remind him, and Toji finds himself speechless. You sigh. You really hate this. “I’m telling you because it’s my duty. If you want to come around, great. If you don’t, also great. Me and my baby will do just fine.”

“It’s my baby too.” He says. “I guess… You should do whatever you think it’s best. But if we’re not getting back together, you should get an abortion.”

“I’m not doing that, Toji. I’ve always wanted a baby, and this is my chance.” You respond, even though part of you agrees with him. “Just… Let me out.”

“I’m getting you that mattress and then taking you home.” He replies. You take a deep breath watching as he switches the gear to drive. “Then we’re going to talk about this.”

[princesseevee06]

soso curious abt kurumada taking megumi’s role in ytr… boy what crimes have you committed .

HI TUMBLR USER FUKANAMIS WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU KURUMADA HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE. AND IT WAS ACTUALLY SOMEHOW RANMARU WHO WAS THE ONE COMMITTING CRIMES. WELL,

around the time i was still first figuring out this au, i was really struggling on what to do with megumi’s role because i was like: kai is taking keiji’s role here. who would piss off kai bad enough that he’d leave them to die. eventually i decided, well no. even though kai is taking keiji’s role here, he’s still just kai and probably would not do what keiji did in his first trial. so maybe i’m barking up the wrong tree

around the same time, i was also trying to figure out what to do with ranmaru for my au. i didn’t want to just leave him the same with virtually no differences, because i thought “well i’ve given all these characters interesting differences and don’t want to leave ranmaru in the dust” so i ended up incorporating a liiiiil bit of keiji stuff into ranmaru instead. basically, in ytr ranmaru’s parents are detectives, and while he’s not exactly passionate about the business himself he knows a lot about it and feels pressured to pursue it (and therefore tries to act like he knows exactly what he’s talking about when discussing crime and the kidnappers in the death game)

i swear this is relevant to kurumada. ok so. i always thought it would be fun if like in a non-death game scenario ranmaru and kurumada were buddies. and i had this vague memory of in the game kurumada at the police box basically saying he’d had run-ins with the police before 😭 and i was like wouldn’t it be SO funny if that’s how he and ranmaru started chatting in ytr. he gets taken in for something petty and ranmaru is like “man. what did you do this time”

(if there’s any significant things i’m missing on kurumada’s character btw. i have still not watched kurumada’s mini ep. YES i know it’s a crime but the only one i’ve watched all the way through start to finish is kai’s 😭)

and then i had the idea of them actually becoming friends with kurumada being like a “tough love” mentor to ranmaru :) which is all swell and good of course until the both of them get KIDNAPPED

the first trial they get is a duo one, and i had the idea of it taking place in the white room on floor 2 (since i’m pretty sure that’s where ranmaru’s original first trial took place…?). it’s a similar concept to the one with the beds, and basically the premise is that both of them are chained to opposite sides of the room, and they have to figure out a way to both get out before the timer runs out and Bad things happen. however, there’s a catch: each person has a button next to them where if they press it, they are freed, but it instantly kills their trial partner. I think you can see where this is going already

ranmaru and kurumada initially try to work together to get themselves both freed obviously, but as time starts ticking down there with no solutions ranmaru starts freaking out. he doesn’t want to die feeling like his life was wasted not doing anything he really cared about, and in this moment he realizes how much he really wants to live. this combined with the intense panic from the first trial leads him to (purposely? accidentally?) press the button and kill kurumada.

of course, this doesn’t come without its mental toll. once ranmaru comes back to his senses he’s horrified about what he did. but when he meets the others he does a good job of hiding how he’s really feeling (or at least better than kugie, which gets more people focused on her) so no one knows what happened. For now that is

ranmaru also gets hallucinations of kurumada! yaaaaaaaaaay (sarcasm)

anyways yeah i . yeah. free my man kurumada he literally did not do anything wrong

[hexpea]

Ch. 5 - A Father's Demon

Toji Fushiguro's job didn't always include the killing of a jujutsu sorcerer. He felt as though that was too limiting. Each night he'd find himself in a different part of town, taking someone's, anyone's, life for a lump sum. He found himself trapped deep into the dark side of Japan, too deep to find his way out to become a proper father to his son; it was his only regret. Sleeping during the day and hunting at night, he hardly knew any sense of normalcy. But that was mostly thanks to his former family. He had big plans for them, what he'd hope would be his final performance. 

After his kill of the night, Toji sat on the edge of a crummy love hotel's bathtub, rinsing his weapon of choice under the water with a grimace on his face, grinding his teeth with guilt. It was a side of him that he'd show to no one. Those around him only knew him as the cocky "sorcerer killer" and "cocky sorcerer killer" he'd remain. His worm-like cursed spirit that took a liking to him and he used as a storage mechanism wriggled about on the tiled bathroom floor, waiting for the weapon to be deposited back into its mouth. 

The light in the bathroom annoyingly flickered in an unpredictable pattern, causing Toji even more irritation.  His mind was focused on his son as he cleaned up from his job. Yet another nanny had been assigned to him after the last was canned. He recognized that his son needed consistency, especially without his mother. And it was all his fault the nannies that cared for him continuously were replaced. But he just couldn't give him up, it was the last piece he had of her. For him, nanny after nanny could "disappear." No matter how many were replaced, it could never amount to the love he once had for Megumi's mother. 

But after hearing this particular nanny's situation...she had a daughter... He now realized, in depth, that these were people's lives he was messing with. Those with similar situations to his. Why would a woman with a child sign up for a live-in job with a family known to be dangerous? Not to mention, present him with an option to see his son without the two of them getting into trouble. What was her prerogative?!  He shook his head vigorously to get her out of his mind, let alone the image of her figure in a silk nightgown. 

With the weapon now cleaned, he fed the large knife to the reddish brown worm. The worm then contorted itself into a small sphere, to which Toji slipped down his own throat while containing the urge to vomit. 

He then slipped his blood-stained, black shirt over his head and threw on a new one. As usual, he'd freshen up and then hit a local bar in search for his next gratification. In a short time, he found himself back on the streets of Kabukicho.  He'd walk through the crowds of sleepy, drunk salarymen and overly excited and very lost tourists to get to a street lined with host clubs. The late nights in the city was where he considered home. He'd jump from host club to host club over a period of time, usually to woo one girl at a time - tricking her into a relationship until she became suspicious of her missing possessions. Once she would catch on, he'd disappear until his presence was forgotten. He was simply a shadow in the lives of others. 

"Ahh," a soothing feminine voice greeted as he entered the host club. "Fushiguro-sama," her lascivious smile pointed in his direction as his own lazy expression gave a single nod. "Here for Akane-chan, as usual?" He nodded again.

Without another word, the bartender moved around the bar to lead Toji to his regularly scheduled hostess.  She was already seated in the furthest corner seat of a booth, two fresh drinks already laid out as if she were expected his imminent arrival -- one with whiskey and one with water. Strangely enough, the water was for Toji, a man who hated alcohol. As rough around the edges as he was, he hated the stuff.

"Toji-sama," Akane greeted happily, already on a first-name basis with her customer. "I've missed you!" She exclaimed softly, leaning toward the empty part of the seat next to her as if to urge him closer.

He maintained a flat face as he slid into the booth, the bartender leaving the two of them to their own devices.  Right away Akane put her hands on him, a broken rule. It was a rule he refused to break, never laying a hand on Akane or any of the other hostesses until they were off club premises. But that never stopped Akane, she was ready and very willing to break the rules when it came to Toji. 

Her delicately manicured hand ran up his thigh, leaning her weight on it until she was closer to his cheek. Meanwhile, he was taking a long sip of water as a way to start to take the edge off -- as if water even had that property, but he was dehydrated after his escapades that it was at least something. She pressed a prolonged peck against his cheek as he put his glass down.

"You seem more distracted than usual today," she pointed out as she pulled away. He still hadn't made eye contact with her, which was telling that he seemed lost in thought. 

"I've got a lot going on personally," he mumbled, spinning the glass slowly on the table between his index and thumb. He remained focused on the glass, the melting ice shifting suddenly. 

"Tell Akane all about it," she leaned back into him, targeting his neck. The booth they were in was private enough to get away with this type of behavior. Not to mention, the manager knew Toji enough to not care in the first place.

"It's unimportant to you," he continued mumbling, picking up the glass again to finish.

She had continued sucking on his neck between happy mumblings of how her day was going, asking questions that went unanswered. It was a wonder what made unresponsive Toji so fascinating to her. It was as if he had some kind of pheromone that attracted vulnerable women to him. He himself was unsure, but he certainly took advantage of it.

The next thing they knew, they were back at her apartment not so far off after her shift had ended. It was the wee hours of the morning by the time Toji rolled out of her bed.  She laid on her stomach, her exposed bare back lit by the moonlight of the nearby window. He took a glance back at her and sighed, then leaned down to pick up his drawers. 

From there he went over to where she kept her personal belongings, a small safe she always left open at the bottom of her closet. Inside was her purse and other personal objects such as identification card, passport, etc. As usual, he searched her things to see what cash she had on her, making sure to shove it in his pants' pocket before leaving. 

This was their ninth or so meeting, she would soon tire of his behavior. He knew he'd need to find a new mistress at some point. But he wasn't sure how much energy he had left. All that he knew was that he was eager to return to the estate to see what you had to offer him.