#toge inumaki x y/n

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ size kink with inumaki 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 26: so mean and rough!!!

✿ inumaki toge x reader

✿ warnings: reader bullies toge, creep toge, knife usage, knife play, non con to dub con to ???, dark content, p in v, creampie, inumaki uses his cursed speech to get consent so noncon!!!

Inunaki had an eye on you for a little whine. Always lurking behind something just to see your figure. He was star-struck by you. The main reason he fell in love instantly was your beautiful body.

You were bigger than him. He never thought it would turn him so much, but here you were. And it wasn't just your high even though you were good 20 cm taller than him. He also loved the plush of your stomach. Every time, you would wear a tighter dress, he could see the fabric stretch around your belly. And he's not even talking about your boobs.

"Did you follow me again, creep?" you spit into his face, putting both of your hands next to his head. He knows he should feel scared, but he's so turned on right now, he wants to smirk. He wants to laugh that he finally got this close to you.

"What? Can't you speak?" you heard the rumors about the mute kid who spoke only to get other people to do what he wanted, but you never paid attention to it. After all, he's just a creep who wouldn't stop following you everywhere. At this point, you can't even cross the street without him going in the opposite direction.

"Oh, fuck you. I don't have time to deal with people like you-" You freeze when a knife blade is pressed against your stomach. Your eyes go wide, and before you can say anything, he mutters, "Shut up."

Your mouth locks shut, and as much as you try to speak, no words leave your mouth. You look around for help, but the whole corridor is empty except for the two of you. There's only one thing you can do, run to the door. You sprint away from him, trying to get away before he uses his knife on you.

"stop."

Your body freezes at the stop, and you turn away to see him walking right up to you.

"Lay down."

"I gonna have my way with you now." he smiles down at you, caressing your cheek with the knife blade. He doesn't waste any time taking your boobs in your hands. They feel even bigger and firmer in his hands. He thought you were at least a DD cup, but you might be even bigger. A blade pierces through your shirt, ripping it to shreds. You want to scream at him, but it's for no use.

"Come on, I know you like it," he says and hot feelings spread around your whole body. As much as you were disgusted by him, suddenly his touch feels good. And when you look up at him, he's not that ugly you thought he was.

He sits on your stomach, looking at your boobs as if it was the prettiest art in the whole world. He doesn't even know if he should touch such art. It's great that you aren't wearing a bra so that he has easy access, but he wants to take off your bra next time so he can watch them fall and so that he knows how to unclip the bra.

His whole body feels so small compared to yours. He feels like a kitten that sits on your stomach. inumaki can't help but lay down on your body, kissing your neck. He reaches for your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside of it. It's messy and overall disgusting, and you're sure, he's never done this before… but you feel good. It's probably before that spell he cast on you, but you're not complaining.

He finally gets to your panties, examining how he should cut them. It would be such a waste to cut something as precious as this. After some thinking, he pulls them down your legs, smiling hard when he notices your juices coating them.

He wants to eat you out so badly, he thinks to himself. But his cock screams for attention. He spends so much time with his cock in his fist to waste any more time.

He pulls out his cock, and you moan from the size of it. He's a bit bigger than the others, it's true, and he loves the reaction he got from you.

His fingers swipe through your juices, collecting your juices in his hands. He covers his cock in your juices before slamming inside of you without any warning. You yelp, your fingers digging into his back. He's mean, and he doesn't give you any time to adjust to his length.

His thrusts show that he's pretty inexperienced, maybe even a virgin. That's probably true because nobody wants to get close to him, let alone fuck him. But god, he feels so fucking good. You can't believe you got so wet just for him, even though it's probably him who did something to your body that made you this wet. he abuses your pussy in the best way imaginable, fucking his cock through your hole so godly.

Louder moans espace your mouth when he finally hits your sweet spot. He chuckles, knowing that he finally found it. He focuses on your g spot, hips stuttering right into it. You want to show him how to use his big cock to make you feel even better, but right now, this is enough for you. Slowly but surely, he's bringing you to your orgasm.

You can feel that he's close too. He can't focus on anything else other than your pussy, his cock getting lost inside of you. His hips are unorganized and messy, but it's more than enough to make you cum. Your whole vision goes white as you cum around his cock, shaking under his body.

The unbelievable tightness of your cunt brings him right over the edge too, and he cums inside of you, much to your scream. Finally, now you realize what you let him do. he watches as his cum spills out of your pussy with a satisfied smirk.

"You're the worst," you tell him, still lying on the ground while he dresses.

"I might be, but you can't help but cum just from seeing me," he says, your whole body tensing again as you cum. You can't believe what just happened, how is he able to do that?

"I'm gonna forgive you for your attitude. after all, you love me."

he doesn't seem so bad after all.

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[suniix]

squeeze | inumaki x reader

synopsis | inumaki gets cute aggression

word count | 434

note | small blurb, wrote this at 4 am so sorry for any mistakes

It’s early in the hours of the day when Inumaki wakes up on his own. The sky is still dark, but the sun is just about to peak past the horizon, giving the sky a soft blue color that hints at its arrival.

Inumaki turns in his bed, now facing you. With your eyes closed and your lips slightly parted, he couldn’t help but think about how absolutely adorable you looked right now. As time ticked by and his eyes never left you, he began to feel the urge to squeeze you, lovingly, of course. He tried to resist, not wanting to interrupt your much-needed rest, but he couldn’t help it, slowly raising his hands to cup your cheeks. The sudden warmth from his hands feels nice, causing you to unconsciously nuzzle into them. He gives a few squeezes, watching as your cheeks squish between his hands.

The movement causes you to slowly open your eyes, meeting Inumaki’s own violet eyes. “Good morning.” You smile, struggling to keep your eyes open. As much as your body begged you to go back to sleep, you wanted to admire your lover for a little while longer.

Inumaki kept his eyes on you as he felt a warmth begin to bloom in his chest. Gently, he pulls you closer and begins to pepper your face with kisses. The sudden affection catches you off guard and causes you to laugh. “What’s gotten into you?”

He doesn’t answer, instead wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He buries his face in your neck as he squeezes you. Still confused, you wrap your arms around him to return his hug. You were beginning to grow a little concerned when he didn’t let go. “Toge? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Okaka.”

If possible, he squeezed you even tighter. As much as you appreciated the affection, you were beginning to suffocate. “Toge, love,” you pat his back, “as much as I love this, I can’t breathe.”

Hearing your words, Inumaki loosens his grip, looking up to meet your gaze. “Seriously though, what’s gotten into you? You sure you’re okay?” You ask softly, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away for a moment to sign to you.

‘Just wanted to give you hugs and kisses.’

You can’t help but giggle at his reasoning. “Seriously? That’s why you almost crushed me to death?”

Inumaki huffed, tightening his grip on you once again. You laugh before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his head. “I don’t mind, just try not to kill me next time.”

“Shake.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

[zapreportsblog]

↱ cursed animal ↰

➘ summary : panda isn’t the only animal at jujutsu technical college

With ears that perked up at the slightest sound and a tail that swayed rhythmically, (Y/N) moved with a grace that belied her animalistic features. She was accustomed to the curious glances and occasional whispers that followed her, but she had also found a group of friends who accepted her for who she was, cursed animal and all.

Her friends were members of the Kyoto school, known for their formidable skills and strong teamwork. Panda, Maki, and Toge were among the first to look beyond (Y/N)'s appearance and see the person within.

As the group sat together during a break between classes, Panda's curious eyes sparkled as he looked at (Y/N). "You know, you're pretty unique, (Y/N). Not every cursed spirit has your level of... human-ness."

Maki gave Panda a pointed look. "Don't be rude."

(Y/N) chuckled, her tail swishing behind her. "It's okay, Panda. I know I'm not your typical cursed spirit."

Toge, who communicated through a series of hand signals, chimed in with a smile, "You're our friend, (Y/N). That's all that matters."

As the conversation continued, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging that she had rarely experienced before. Her friends were like-minded individuals who had faced their own challenges and prejudices. Despite their differences, they had formed a bond that went beyond appearances and abilities.

Later that day, (Y/N) found herself in a training session with her friends. Each of them showcased their unique jujutsu skills, ranging from Panda's incredible strength to Maki's weapon mastery. (Y/N)'s abilities were less overt, a blend of agility, speed, and an uncanny connection to the natural world around her.

Toge's eyes lit up as he saw (Y/N) maneuver gracefully through a series of dodges and counterattacks. He signed to her, "You're amazing, (Y/N)."

She grinned back, her movements fluid and confident. "You're not too bad yourself, Toge."

After the training session, the group sat together, catching their breath. Panda let out a satisfied sigh. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Maki nodded, a rare smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, we do."

As the sun began to set, (Y/N) looked around at her friends, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges they faced as jujutsu sorcerers, they had found solace and support in each other's company. It was an unlikely bond forged in the fires of adversity, a testament to the power of friendship that transcended appearances and differences.

And as they headed back to their dorms, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that she was exactly where she was meant to be – among friends who accepted her fully, cursed animal traits and all.

where (y/n) encounters a group of students from another class who mock and make fun of her because of her cursed animal appearance. She tries to ignore them at first, but their taunts become increasingly hurtful. Just as she's about to reach her breaking point, her friends from the Kyoto school step in to defend her.

As (Y/N) made her way through the courtyard, she couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. She had always been used to the occasional stares and whispers, but today was different. A group of students from another class had taken it upon themselves to make her the subject of their mockery.

Their laughter and taunts followed her, like venomous darts aimed at her heart. She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her composure. She knew that reacting would only fuel their cruelty, so she kept her head down and continued walking, willing herself to ignore them.

But the comments grew louder, more hurtful, and impossible to ignore. Words like "freak" and "abomination" cut through the air, each one like a stab to her confidence. She felt her eyes well up with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

Just as she felt like she was about to reach her breaking point, a strong presence intervened. Panda, Maki, and Toge stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of anger and determination. Panda's voice carried across the courtyard, cutting through the taunts like a blade.

"Enough! That's not how we treat each other here."

Maki's gaze was icy as she spoke, her voice firm. "Mocking someone for their appearance shows nothing but your own ignorance."

Toge signed with a stern expression, his fingers punctuating his words with intensity. "Kindness and respect are the true signs of strength."

The group of mockers seemed taken aback by the sudden intervention. The atmosphere shifted, and the courtyard fell into a tense silence. (Y/N) blinked back her tears, her heart warming at the sight of her friends standing up for her.

Panda stepped closer to (Y/N), offering a reassuring smile. "You don't have to listen to their garbage, (Y/N). We're here for you."

Maki's gaze was unwavering as she added, "You're part of our team, and no one has the right to belittle you."

Toge signed with a determined expression, his hands forming words that spoke volumes. "You're not alone, (Y/N). We stand together."

As the words sank in, (Y/N)'s trembling subsided. The pain of the mocking words was still there, but it was overshadowed by the support and strength radiating from her friends. She looked at them, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky but genuine.

Panda grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Anytime, (Y/N). We've got your back."

Maki's stern expression softened into a small smile. "Remember, their words say more about them than they do about you."

Toge signed with a reassuring gesture, his fingers spelling out a message of unity. "We're a team, (Y/N), and that means standing up for each other."

With her friends by her side, (Y/N) felt a renewed sense of confidence. The hurtful taunts may have stung, but the strength of their bond was a shield against the negativity. As they walked away, the courtyard seemed a little brighter, a testament to the power of true friendship in the face of adversity.

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · the first "i love you"

⤿ (early relationship) where you say 'i love you' for the first time on call but hang up on them right after lol

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.

[leyiorr]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 hey so i, like, want u or wtvr...

¡! summary: you're their crush and they've accidentally text you instead of their bsf, accidental confessions!

¡! incl: (teen) gojo, (teen) geto, inumaki, choso

likes + reblogs are appreciated <3

[gumiiiiezzzz]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ oops! smau

summary: the 1st and 2nd year boys accidentally confess they like you (fellow student)!!!

warnings: f!reader, sfw, yuta’s convo is slightly suggestive, fluff/crack!, kys jokes

includes: toge inumaki, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, and yuta okkotsu * ੈ✩‧₊˚

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ my first ever smau post hehe! lmk if you guys liked or have any suggestions :P

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ inumaki being chronically online just… is one of the best jjk fanon tropes of all time ngl

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ submit requests! (if u want)! please! and thank u! 🫡

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ art creds and spilled frustrations ab ai art below line LMAO

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ link to header art: https://pin.it/mKP2o2S95

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ yuji pfp art: @11101AM on twt; megumi pfp art: FUCKING AI (i’ll change it for next time, im a boomer i GUESS i didnt realize how much of this was ai art im- 😐); toge pfp art: jujutsu kaisen anime heh; yuta pfp art: @zec3x on insta

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ i think the header is also ai generated ugh :/ i could not find the artist ANYWHERE but if anyone knows lmk i will give credit!!!!!

[seoups]

accidental confessions!

a/n: absolutely loved this request so i decided to do it both ways and the reader accidentally confessing will be in the next post but it may have a few different characters!

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the jjk boys an embarrassing picture of themselves 🗣️

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. satoru, yuji, choso, yuta, toge, suguru

[astreids]

what could i have said to raise you from the dead !!!

alternatively — ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ they hope to find you in every universe after this one.

jujutsu kaisen characters — ♡⊹°˖➴💌

warnings — ⋆｡°✩ the reader is dead !!!!!!! everyone is sad. mention of death (obv). all the pretty boys are sad. language.

author's note — ⋆｡°✩ this made me cry 😭😭😭 i hope u like :)

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

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[suniix]

overnight shift | inumaki x reader

synopsis | working the overnight shift means you’ve seen some weird things, but this guy by far is the weirdest (yet also the cutest)

word count | 6k+

warning | creepy themes, some violence

note | this was meant to be a short writing practice but became a lot longer than i expected, inspired from an idea my friend Mina gave me 🫶

DAY 1 | MONDAY 1:56 AM

You stared blankly at the shelves in front of you, anger beginning to fizzle up inside causing your eye to twitch. Bags of chips had been ripped open, making it seem like a tornado passed. You had been gone for five minutes to take a bathroom break, but that short amount of time was enough for this mess to happen. You could only assume it was the group of teens loitering outside the store.

You could hear them chuckling from outside the store, but you paid no mind to them. You didn’t get paid enough to confront them, let alone deal with the aftermath of their mess. So instead you do what you get paid for— stand at the register and wait for someone to buy something.

Normally you’d feel bad for not cleaning the mess, if you worked the morning shift you’d want the previous shift to clean up, but your manager is, to put it nicely, a bad person. Cutting your hours, calling you to work on your off days, and leaving you to work all alone during an overnight shift— what kind of asshole does that? Your manager apparently.

Luckily for you, he always came in the morning to open up shop and let the morning shift in. You knew the moment he walked through those doors and saw the mess he’d be furious, but there was nothing he could do since you were hired as a cashier, not a janitor. Not cleaning up this mess is the nicest way to get back at him without getting fired. You’d figure out a way to make it up to the morning shift later.

Glancing at the clock, you saw it strike two am. Only four more hours to go before you can sink into your nice comfy bed and take a long, well deserved, nap.

Right in the middle of you thinking about how nice a nap sounded, you heard an automated beep ring throughout the store signaling someone had entered. You immediately turned to the door, ready to glare the teens down, only to see a guy around your age limping in.

At first you were confused, but then you grew concerned upon seeing the giant gash on his side and oh my god is that blood?

The guy walked straight to the pharmacy section and grabbed all of the throat medicine you had, which was a lot given no one really bought any. He placed the small bottles on the counter and you stood there stunned for a minute. Shouldn’t this guy be more concerned about the blood dripping from his side than a sore throat?

“Um, will that be all for you today?” You asked awkwardly.

The guy nodded and you began to scan the items. You didn’t even bother asking him if he needed a bag, already knowing the answer. You told him the total and he pulled out his wallet to pay. While he did that you walked away from the register and walked over to one of the fridges. You grabbed a tuna salad sandwich along with a drink. The guy gave you a confused look upon seeing you place the items in the bag along with his medicine.

“It’s on the house. Hope your, uh,” you point at his side, “situation gets better.”

His eyes gleamed happily and you could’ve sworn he was smiling, but you couldn’t tell because his high collared clothing was covering his mouth. He bowed, a silent thank you. As he left the store he cheerfully waved goodbye. You had no idea where the sudden cheerful attitude came from, but you waved back nonetheless. If your manager said anything about the missing food you’d blame it on the sketchy teenagers.

Curiously, you leaned over the counter and saw small drops of red leading from the door to the pharmacy aisle to the counter. You pull away in disgust, as much as you hated your manager you don’t think he’d forgive you if you left a trail of blood for him to find in the morning, neither would your coworkers.

Sighing, you leave your spot at the register to grab a mop. While cleaning your mind goes back to the guy you saw earlier. You took one final glance at the door, wondering what happened to him to make him bleed out like that.

What a weird guy.

DAY 2 | TUESDAY 1:20 AM

You really need to learn how to say no to your manager. Then again, you don’t think saying no is even an option.

Once you got home last week you immediately passed out on your bed, not even bothering to change clothes. You woke up to an angry voicemail left by your manager which was quickly deleted.

So now here you are, working the overnight shift again. Part of you thinks this is your manager’s way of getting back at you, but part of you also knows that no one else would’ve accepted it because they actually have a life. Despite the slightly higher pay, no one wanted to ruin their sleep schedule for a shitty job, which was understandable. The manager knows that you’re not busy and that you need the extra money so you were the only option.

I should just quit.. you thought to yourself. But no other job would hire me because I have no experience, but how am I supposed to get experience without a job? Ugh, this is so annoying..

Normally you wouldn’t complain, but these days you were beginning to find the store to be scary. The store was hauntingly quiet, save for the barely audible classical music playing. People barely came instead, heck, it’s like they avoided this street all together. Even those sketchy teens who would constantly loiter outside seemed to have run off. You hoped your manager wouldn’t blame you for ‘scaring’ off the customers.

The familiar beep of the door rings softly throughout the shop. You turn to see a familiar face.

“Oh hey, you’re not bleeding this time.”

He holds a hand up in greeting, “Kelp.”

You hold a hand up and confusingly repeat, “Kelp?”

He then disappears into the aisles. Weird.. is this some new trendy way to greet people? Oh well, at least I don’t have to clean up his blood this time..

You go back to scrolling on your phone. Soon enough you come across a coworker’s post. It was her and a couple of other coworkers having brunch, posted a day ago. They looked so happy in the picture, laughing happily like it was natural. It brought a sad smile to your face, you wished you were like them.

“Salmon cod roe.”

You look up to see the guy from earlier. He placed a tuna salad sandwich on the counter along with some throat medicine bottles. Ignoring the fact he used an onigiri ingredient to get your attention, you’re surprised to see he grabbed the sandwich you gave him for free last time.

You smiled, “Seems like you liked the sandwich.”

He nodded excitedly. You laughed, “I’m the only person I know who likes these, so it’s nice to see someone else who shares the same taste in food.” When you start to scan the throat medicine you notice he grabbed less than last time.

“Does your throat hurt often?”

He sheepishly nods. “I heard gargling salt with warm water helps, oh chamomile tea too.” You suggest.

He pulls out his phone and begins to type something. You assumed he was writing down what you said, but instead he shoves his phone in your face to show you what he typed.

‘I’m sorry for bleeding on your floor. I got in a fight with a raccoon.’

“A.. raccoon?” You ask.

He nods his head in confirmation. You’re sure that he’s lying, the giant wound was way too big to be from a raccoon, but the determined look in his eyes almost made you want to believe him.

“Must have been one vicious raccoon. It’s a wonder how you made it out alive.” You held back a giggle.

You hand him his bag and tell him his total. He gratefully accepts it and types something on his phone again.

‘Extremely vicious! So vicious that I might not survive another attack to see your cute face! :(‘

You felt your face heat up at the compliment. “Are you trying to get another free sandwich? Sorry buddy, your sweet words won't work on me.” You tried to laugh it off, but you still felt your cheeks and ears burning from his comment.

He smiled, at least you think he did, and pocketed his phone. He paid and walked out the store, but not before turning back to look at you one last time to wave goodbye. You waved back.

He was surprisingly smooth.

DAY 3 | WEDNESDAY 1:48 AM

This is becoming an ugly habit. Working late nights was something you did not want to get accustomed to.

The color on your nails are beginning to chip due to you constantly picking at them. You couldn’t blame yourself though since there was nothing better to do. Your phone died and your charger is slowly deteriorating causing it to charge slowly. It’s been dead for a few minutes now.

The silence was deafening. Earlier in the day before your shift you noticed that classical music no longer played throughout the store, so you decided to bring your speaker to play your own music; except you forgot to bring your speaker and your phone was dead. Without your music you could swear you heard whispers throughout the store. They whispered so often you were beginning to think their conversations were your own thoughts, but you knew they weren’t. Their words were far too horrific to be your own. It was unnerving.

The familiar beep of the door rings, startling you out of your thoughts. It’s nice to know at least that still works.

You’re almost relieved to see the familiar sight of platinum blonde hair. His eyes immediately find yours and suddenly, the voices stop whispering. The air feels lighter and it feels like you can breathe normally again.

He raises his hand in greeting and you do the same. “Hello Mr. I survived a raccoon attack, here for some more throat medicine or are you just here to see my cute face?”

He stifled a laugh, understanding the small reference from your last meeting. He types something out on his phone and shows it to you.

‘I was just in the area and decided to stop by. Luckily I managed to avoid getting attacked by a raccoon this time! :D’

You couldn’t help but laugh. You found it weird how he communicated with you through his phone, but you decided not to ask about it; at least not yet anyway. “What do you do with all that medicine anyway? I doubt it’s healthy for someone to consume that much.”

‘It’s a secret! ^^’

“Mm really? You won’t tell me even if I give you a free sandwich?”

His eyes widen for a moment and you can imagine him drooling at the mention of the sandwich, but he quickly shakes his head.

‘Maybe next time?’

“Oh so there’ll be a next time?” You smirk.

‘Of course!’

“I knew it, people can never resist a face like mine.” You laughed dryly, feeling fatigued.

You felt his eyes on you, almost as if he was examining every detail on your face. Suddenly the skin under your eyes felt cold and the lack of sleep caught up with you, you felt vulnerable and exposed. His face is serious for a moment before he starts typing on his phone.

‘Are you working alone? I never see anyone else here with you :(‘

“Oh, yea.. I’m the only dumbass that accepted working this late. It’s ok though, since I need the money.” You lied, it’s not ok.

It was fine at first but this was beginning to affect your school life. You never completed homework and always fell asleep in class, that is if you even decided to show up. Not to mention you were failing most of your classes. Your appearance was also beginning to feel the effects of your lack of sleep.

Your reasons for quitting just kept piling up.

‘You shouldn’t do that to yourself! Working at night all by yourself is dangerous. It’s also unhealthy!’

You laughed, “Says the guy who came in bleeding!”

He froze, then began to scratch his head innocently. You laughed once again. You didn’t know why, but simply being with him made you feel better. Maybe it was the fact that having him with you meant you weren’t alone, but you also felt safe.

‘Let’s ignore that and focus on your cute face :)’

You laughed. “I already told you compliments won’t work on me.” You lied, they’re working. Extremely well in fact. You hoped he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

Suddenly his phone rang. He took a look at the screen and sighed. “What? Is it past your bedtime?” You smirked.

You didn’t expect him to actually nod at your comment, but seeing as he always has on his school uniform you’re guessing he goes to some fancy private school, so you’re not surprised. If he’s dorming at his school they probably have a curfew or if not his parents probably have one for him.

You leave the counter and run over to the freezer to pull out a sandwich and some onigiri. You hand it to him. He shook his head and tried to hand it back to you, but you stopped him. “Think of it as a thanks for keeping me company.” You smiled.

Watching him leave made you feel lonely again, you hoped he’d come back the next day.

DAY 4 | THURSDAY 2:02 AM

Your eyebags are definitely more noticeable now.

You don’t know when your insomnia got worse, but you’d bet all your money it was because of this job. The customers weren’t to blame, heck you barely even got them anymore, it was the store itself. No one even came in during the day time. Sometimes when you’d begin to space out you swear you’d see movement out of the corner of your eye.

You decide to be a good coworker and restock the shelves. It’s not like there was a line of customers waiting to be helped, plus it’d lighten the workload for the people working in the morning and it kept you entertained.

You opened a box and began placing bags of chips and candies on the shelves, neatly arranging them so they looked organized. Having everything neatly organized was very pleasing to the eyes in your opinion, it helped the store look a little less chaotic.

As you were neatly putting away the products you didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps that were closer coming closer and closer. You stood up holding the box in your hands when suddenly a hand tapped you on the shoulder, startling you. You dropped the box and yelled, quickly turning around to face whoever it was that scared you, only to come face to face with your favorite customer.

He raised his hand in greeting. “Kelp.”

Angry, you grabbed skittles from the box and began chucking them at him. “You scared me! I thought you were some stranger about to attack me!!”

He managed to dodge most of the bags, except for one that hit him square in the face. He looked a bit shocked and for a moment you felt a bit guilty upon seeing his face.

“Sorry, guess the lack of sleep is putting me a little on edge.” You began to pick up the skittles and he helped you. You walked over to the register and placed the skittles on the counter, telling him to do the same.

“Nice to see you didn’t get attacked by another raccoon today.” You comment, attempting to lighten up the mood.

He chuckled and suddenly, things went back to normal. If he noticed you acting strange, he didn’t comment on it.

The two of you stayed ‘talking’ for a few minutes. It felt nice having another person to talk to. You didn’t feel alone anymore.

“Ok, genuine question. I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but why do you talk to me through your phone’s note app? I’ve heard you talk before, so why don’t you use your voice?” You asked.

He became stiff at your question and you immediately regret asking. Before you got the chance to say nevermind he began typing. He quickly showed you his phone.

‘It's a long story, I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you :(‘

“Trust me, working this late means I’ve seen some weird shit.”

You weren’t kidding. Two days ago after raccoon guy left, some guy started licking the window. At first it was funny but after five minutes it was just creepy and weird. You gave him a sandwich and told him to leave before you called the cops.

The guy thought for a moment before sighing. He began to type and so began the long convoluted story of why he can only speak in onigiri ingredients.

—

“Ok ok, I think I got it down.” You tapped the paper where you wrote down your notes about his cursed speech.

“So basically the reason you can’t speak normally is because of your cursed speech, which I kind of understand? So you use onigiri ingredients which are safe words?”

He nodded.

Confusing? Yes. Did you understand? Partially. Did you believe him? As surprising as it sounds, yes, you did.

You don’t know whether it’s because it’s almost three am and the lines between reality and fantasy were blurred, or because the look in his eye was dangerously convincing, but you believed him.

“Kinda cool. So curses are kinda like ghosts?”

He thinks for a moment before shaking his hand, a silent so-so to answer your question. You lean over the counter and motion for him to get closer. He does and you lean in to whisper something in this ear.

“Are there any in the store?”

His body becomes stiff and his face almost looks shocked, but he quickly changes his expression to a cheerful one while crossing his arms. He shook his head saying “bonito flakes”.

You quickly glance at your notes and see that it has a negative connotation. You pretend not to notice how hesitant he was to tell you because maybe he is right and there’s nothing lurking in the shadows, but you just don’t want to face the reality that there might be something sinister waiting for the perfect opportunity.

He notices your stare and pulls out his phone to type something. His face got serious, you didn’t like it. You prefer it when you could tell he was smiling just by looking at his eyes. He showed you his typed note.

‘If anything ever happens, hide and call this number’

Below it was a number, you assumed it was his. The air was serious, now you knew he wasn’t telling the truth earlier, and you���re sure he knew you were aware of this, but no one said anything. You wrote it down nonetheless.

That statement basically confirmed your suspicions.

“If you wanted me to have your number you could’ve just said so!” You laughed, attempting to brighten the mood.

It sort of worked, you managed to hear him stifling his laugh.

After he left the voices returned. You were left alone with nothing but a phone number and no name to match it with.

DAY 5 | FRIDAY 2:59 AM

The street lamp outside the store keeps flickering. You fear it'll turn off any minute now, making the street pitch black.

Normally you didn’t fear the dark, or being alone, but when you opened the door to the dark storage room you couldn’t help but feel something lurking in the darkness. You stopped going outside to throw the trash because it didn’t feel safe, so you left a sticky note near the trash apologizing to the morning shift for the inconvenience.

Your hallucinations got worse, if you could even call them that. You would see shadows out of the corner of your eye more often now. You thought they’d go away if you didn't acknowledge them, but that only made it worse. They’d come closer, demanding your attention until you gave it to them. It feels as though you’re constantly being watched and if you close your eyes for even a moment too long you'll be screwed.

You quickly shake your head. Get yourself together, those things aren’t real! They're just figments of your imagination due to lack of sleep! Yea.. just, very ugly, figments of your imagination..

To keep yourself entertained you decide to look over the notes you took when raccoon guy was explaining his situation. If you were a little more awake you’d slap yourself for believing a total stranger, but you were currently running on five minutes of sleep so you believed anything was possible. You flip a page and scan the words. Kelp, usually said as a greeting.. you remember the day he came in and scared you, he had said ’kelp’.

Now you felt even worse about that day, he basically said ‘hi’ and you responded by throwing things at him.

You shake your head and decide standing behind the counter is only making you even more sleepy and guilty so you decide to do something productive; restock the shelves. Luckily for you, you don’t have to go back into the creepy storage rooms to grab more products since your lovely coworkers left them under the counter for you.

You grab a box and walk past the entrance, standing to stare for a minute. So far your favorite costumer hasn’t come in yet, is it bad to say you miss him?

Shaking your head you walk over to an empty aisle. You stare blankly at the shelves, noticing what was missing the most. It's always chips and condoms. Strange combination but at least people were being safe.

Squatting, you grab chips and begin stocking the bottom shelf. This goes on for a minute before you hear the automatic doors ring. You never thought you’d be so happy to hear that sound. You quickly turn your head expecting to see a certain platinum blonde, only to see no one.

“Hey raccoon guy, don't hide! I know you’re here!” You laugh, quickly walking to the door to see if he was hiding behind a nearby shelf, only to find no one. Your smile instantly dropped, why did the doors open if no one entered?

Suddenly you didn’t feel like you were alone anymore.

You step outside to take a quick look but find nothing. It was dead silent, you swear you could hear your own heart thumping rapidly. The street lamp above you burns brightly for a second before it suddenly shuts off. You quickly run back inside and stand behind the register. The hair was thick and the store smelled like rotten eggs, it wasn’t like that before. The note from that stranger pops up in your mind.

‘If anything ever happens, hide and call this number’

Your hand immediately hovers over your pocket containing your phone, but you hesitate. He hadn’t come in yet to check up on you during your shift. What if this was a prank? What if something happened to him? What if he didn’t pick up and you were left to die with the false hope of him coming?

The lights in the store suddenly started to flicker and that was your final straw. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You didn’t care if your manager yelled at you or fired you for this. You quickly grab your things and run out of the store, not daring to look behind in fear of what you might see.

You didn’t get any sleep that day when you got home.

DAY 6 | SATURDAY 3:32

After this, you’re putting in your two weeks notice.

Never again will you work at a twenty-four hour convenience store.

The only customers that came in now were shitty, the hours left you with you questioning your sanity, and your boss was an asshole.

After you left the store you received a call at six am from your boss, screaming at you for leaving the place unlocked and a mess. You told him what happened and how you’ve had enough and he said you still had to come in because he couldn’t find someone to take your shift on such short notice. You told him to check the cameras and he replied that they weren’t working.

So here you were, standing behind the register for the final time.

The automatic doors stopped working entirely, you nearly had to pry them open just to get inside. You should’ve taken that as a sign to turn around and head back home. The smell of rotten eggs refused to leave the store despite mopping the floors with fabuloso not once but twice.

Things are so calm that you almost begin to think yesterday was some sick and twisted dream. Almost.

Your eyes kept going back to the door of the storage room. Simply staring at the door was enough to fill you with anxiety. There was something behind that door, you could feel its presence. You had no plans on opening it.

You grab your phone and immediately notice you have no service. Did I forget to pay my phone bill? Great, just my luck..

It was now 3:50 am. You were debating whether or not to leave early. It’s not like anyone would notice, right?

You glance at the security camera placed in the corner of the room. How convenient it only works when you do something that’ll get you in trouble with your boss and not whenever there’s some paranormal activity happening.

Lights begin to flicker and you immediately freeze. Your eyes instantly go to the storage room door. You type in the number the guy gave you but pause. Remembering your situation from last time you decide there’s too many ‘what if’s’ and instead type in the number for emergency services. Your finger hovers over the call button waiting for something to actually happen.

A moment later the lights go out and you quickly hide underneath the counter, momentarily fumbling with your phone from the nerves. You quickly press call, trying to keep your breathing quiet. The phone rings about twice before someone answers.

“Please help me, there’s some weird shit going on, I don’t feel safe and I think someone’s here with me.” You quickly whisper into the phone.

You don’t even get to hear what they’re saying because the moment you finish talking it finds you. The grotesque figure resembled a disfigured human with a disturbing smile. You scream and jump over the counter, almost dropping your phone in the process.

You quickly try and open the door but realizing it’s glued shut you give up and run to the back of the store. You didn’t have to look back to know that thing was chasing you. Up and down the aisles you ran while throwing whatever you could grab at the monster.

Nothing seemed to slow it down, you were beginning to lose hope.

At this point you were covered in scratches and bruises from bumping into the shelves, you were getting tired. As a last ditch effort you ran to the back of the store, waiting for the monster to catch up. It quickly did and once it was close enough you opened the door to the freezer and the monster ran in. You quickly locked it and leaned against the door, catching your breath. Your moment of relaxation quickly ends when the monster bangs against the door, hard. So much so the hinges are coming off.

You take this moment to run to the front of the store and pry open the doors. You only had a limited amount of time to get those doors open and time was running out. Beads of sweat rolled down your face and your hands got clammy. After several attempts you got the door open, immediately hearing the freezer door break open. The moment you step foot outside you run into someone. You’re filled with a sense of relief once you notice who it is.

“Raccoon guy!”

His clothes look torn just like the first day you saw him and there’s beads of sweat rolling down his head, it seems like he ran here. You’re not sure if it’s due to lack of sleep but you thought he looked cute. He quickly moves so he’s in front of you to shield you from the monster.

You’re confused for a moment, not expecting the scrawny boy to be able to do anything against that thing. You remember what he said about his cursed speech but you still had your doubts. What if he was lying about being able to kill things like that?

Any doubts you had are erased the moment you hear him yell.

“Explode.”

The curse stopped for a moment. Its eyes began to bulge out of its head before they popped out entirely, its body following the command. Pieces of its body littered the ground making you almost puke at the sight. You scrunch your nose at the smell, you were definitely about to puke.

“Mustard leaf?” He asked with a raspy voice turning to look at you.

It was now you saw how tired he really looked.

You couldn’t say anything, heck, you didn’t even know what to say. You could only stare in shock as blood began to drip from his mouth and he began to fall forward. You caught him in time, almost falling to the floor with his added weight. For being scrawny he sure is heavy.. you thought as you gently lowered him to the ground.

You stayed there on the floor with him for a few minutes, slowly processing what just happened. A phone begins to ring which jolts you out of your thoughts. You don’t recognize the ringtone, so you know it’s not yours. A few feet away from you is a phone, you assume it belongs to raccoon guy.

You slowly stand and walk over, picking up the phone. The screen is cracked and the person calling is labeled ‘Panda’. What’s up with this guy and wild animals?

You decide to answer, hoping that it was just a weird nickname for a friend and maybe they’ll be able to help.

“Toge! Where are you?! I can’t believe you ditched me to fight this thing all by myself!

“Um.. hello?”

The line is quiet for a few seconds. You hear wind and distorted muffled from the other line and you debate whether or not to hang up. What if these guys were part of a cult and since now I know about curses I’ll be killed?

Thinking the worst, you go to hang up but a voice stops you.

“Who are you?”

“Uh.. I’m (Y/n), your friend is at my job and he’s passed out.. and bleeding.”

“Where are you?”

You give him your location and he tells you not to move, saying he’ll be there in a few minutes. You don’t know whether or not to believe him, but you don’t have much of a choice. If you were to call the police you doubt they’d believe you about a monster chasing you throughout the store. Now that you think about it, you called the police awhile ago.. where were they?

You text your manager saying you quit after the call with Panda ended.

DAY 7 | SUNDAY 12:05 PM

This was the best sleep you’ve had this week.

The morning was wonderful. The skies were clear, the sun was shining, and birds were singing happy tunes. This must be a sign— today will be a good day!

After waking up you felt so energized, yesterday almost felt like a dream. The scrapes and bruises were enough to prove otherwise. You tried not to think about the events of yesterday too hard in an attempt to forget your near death encounter. You still don’t know how you made it out alive.

You open up your phone to see ten missed calls from your manager and a couple from your coworkers. I should just block him.. or better yet I should just report him to the police for exploitation.. you think while scrolling through your call history.

While scrolling you notice the name ‘Racoon Guy’ in your call history. It says you called him, which leaves you confused. According to the time it says you called around the time of the attack. When did you call him? You only remembered calling the police—

Then it hit you. The moment you ducked under the counter you fumbled with your phone, that’s likely when you accidentally called raccoon guy, or should you say Toge?

Toge.. so that’s his name.. you thought. That explains why he came so fast.

You were oddly touched, despite looking like death itself he still came to your rescue. Then again, fighting them was his job, you remember him talking about that awhile back.

You looked at your clock. It’s the afternoon and there’s no school, you finally have a day off to relax. You lay back in bed, deciding to spend your day watching movies and eating snacks.

—

5:53 PM

The sun is setting now.

Your day was well spent, you caught up on shows and now your fridge was empty. Though, you avoided your backpack the whole day. You didn’t want to think about all the missing assignments you had piled up waiting to be completed. That was a problem for you to solve another day.

There was one final thing you wanted to do before the day ended.

You wrap your jacket around you tightly, making sure to lock the door before leaving the house. The air was cold, not cold enough to the point you’re shivering but cold enough to wear a sweater to avoid getting sick. As much as you wanted to stay home for the week and catch up on more sleep, struggling with a stuffy nose was not worth it.

You walked down the street, letting the street lamps illuminate your path. You won’t lie, the thought of walking alone at night after what happened yesterday at work terrifies you, but this might be the last free night you have before catching up on school work and you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

The familiar sight of swings fills you with a childish joy. Taking a seat, you take a few steps back before lifting your feet, letting your body move back and forth. The rusty metal squeaked as the swing moved. When you were younger you thought that meant the swing was about to break. You laugh at the memory, you were so naive back then. Heck, maybe you still are after believing a stranger’s fantasy story. You let your thoughts wander and you begin to think of what happened after work yesterday.

You stared in shock as Toge’s friend lifted him and placed him on his shoulder. Turns out the nickname Panda was not just a nickname, he was literally a panda.

“Thanks for looking after him! It’s a good thing he got here in time, that curse sure caused a huge mess!” He laughed.

You don’t know how to respond, it’s not everyday you survive an attack from a supernatural being then meet a talking panda afterwards. You were beginning to think you actually died in the attack and this panda is secretly an angel about to guide you to the afterlife.

“Am.. Am I dead?”

The panda went oddly quiet for a minute before he started to chuckle. “That’s a surprisingly calm reaction, but no, you’re not dead. In a state of shock? Probably. I’ll walk you home to make sure nothing happens.”

Ok, so you weren't dead.

Maybe this was all just a dream.

You were tempted to pinch yourself, but you’ve gone through enough pain today, that’s proof enough that none of this is a dream. Panda starts walking away with Toge on his shoulder.

“Well? You coming?”

“Wait.”

You quickly run back to the store, grabbing a plastic bag and empting the shelves of cough medicine. You slowly walk to catch up to Panda. It was a quiet walk as you led the way home. Once you reach home you hand the bag to Panda.

“Tell him I said thank you.”

Then you walked inside, feeling as though your body was as light as air.

A gentle ring brings you out of your thoughts. You pull your now cracked phone out of your pocket to see who messaged you. Maybe it was your manager trying to tell you off again.

Your eyes scanned the contact name and a small smile appeared when you saw who it was.

Raccoon Boy:

Hey! Are you busy right now? (・◡・?)

You should really change his name now that you know his real one.

You:

Nope, just relaxing at a park

Toge:

Which one?

You give him the location and don’t receive a text back. A part of you feels sad by this but you try to ignore it. You have no reason to feel sad, if he doesn’t respond it’s likely for a good reason. He’s probably busy fighting another curse and saving more lives.

Continuing to kick your feet, you debate whether or not you’ve spent enough time outside. I should sleep early since there’s school tomorrow, but I really don’t want to go.. you sigh. The struggles of being a teen, choosing between school or sleeping in, the right answer is debated among many.

You see a shadow appear in the dirt and quickly turn around half expecting to see someone asking for money to buy cigarettes or another curse, only to see the person who saved your life.

“Kelp.” Toge raised his hand in greeting.

You sigh in relief. “I told you not to sneak up on me.” Despite trying to sound angry you can’t help but let a small sneak its way onto your face.

He takes a seat on the swing next to yours. The light from a nearby lamp illuminated him; he almost seemed to glow in the light. It was your first time seeing him without being sleep deprived and needless to say, he looked even better.

He begins typing on his phone then shows it to you.

’Thank you for the medicine. It really helped :)’

“It’s no problem, that’ll be the last time I give them to you for free though since I quit.”

His eyes widened in shock, you never realized they were purple.

‘You quit?’

“Yup, after I got home yesterday I texted my boss that I was done. It’s improper but I literally could not deal with that hellhole anymore, especially after what happened.” You lean back on the seat, getting a good look at the sky.

The stars were barely visible thanks to all the light pollution in the city, but there were still a few specks of light that you could see if you squint hard enough. They sort of reminded you of Toge in a way. Even though you couldn’t see him, you had a feeling he’d be there to save you again.

“Salmon cod roe” He nudged you with his phone.

‘Does this mean no more free sandwiches? :(‘

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yup, no more free sandwiches.”

‘Well then I guess it’s my turn to treat you to some. I know this place that sells amazing breakfast sandwiches, are you free Saturday?’

You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn. Despite it being cold out you were beginning to heat up inside your jacket. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?” You tried to play it off, but the way Inumaki stared at you you couldn’t help but look away. You were flustered and he probably knew it too.

‘Depends, do you want it to be?’

You clench your fist. This guy.. seriously?..

“You know what, yes, I do want it to be a date. And yes, I am free on Saturday.”

‘So it’s a date?’

“It’s a date.”

Sure you were never invited to have brunch with your coworkers, but at least you got a date with the cutest customer.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

[satoruoo]

BF INUMAKI TEXTS & TWEETS

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader, kys jokes

notes: ppl wanted this but i STILL cant edit my asks so 🤗🤗

tagging: @sad-darksoul

[yuuuhiii]

bf texts w/ toge !

includes : sexual jokes , crack , just toge being his playful unhinged self

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[iiwaijime]

INUMAKI BF TEXTS !!

cws; fem reader no yn. swearing, inappropriate humor because MY humor is inappropriate i just try to tone it down as much as possible, reader gets called bbg. drunk texting, mentions of 😰making out..😰😰

a/n; back on that toge inumaki shit i love him so much grrrr,,,, likes rbs comments r appreciated + guys like.. i dont fw nct but did yall hear ab taeil..

[vampireyuuta]

includes: gn! reader, aged up! boys, i dont know what to put here u get the point

what are the boys packing?

MEGUMI — perrrrrrrfect like the rest of him

6.50 inches, reasonable girth, uncircumcised, curve to the right, pretty pink tip, one big fat vein running on the underside of it. it's very nice. like i said, it's perfect. he fits so snugly inside you, reaching the most head-spinning spot inside you. you don't need two hands to give him a handy, but you definitely struggle to take him in your mouth. his tip is super super sensitive also. he blushes every time you ogle it like it's the most beautiful thing ever, but he stops caring when you absolutely worship his perfect cock.

TOGE — short boy, short dick

4.75 inches, on the thinner side, circumcised, oh so subtle curve to the left, light salmon pink tip, veerrry veiny (like big fat veins that he NEEDS you to lick). it's cute! it fits! to his credit, he is great with it and it fits just right in your pretty mouth. not too much, not too little. he makes up for his lack in size with his tongue and hands, don't worry. he’s a little embarrassed about it being too small, but, of course, you reassure him. though he wouldn't mind if you made fun of his size a little.

YUUJI — a great size <3

5.50 inches, really fat, circumcised, no noticeable curve, tip is really pink (especially when you tease him for hours), also extremely vieny but they're less prominent than toge’s. the length is perfect and cozy tight inside you, but his girth stretches you out until you're seeing nothing but stars. same with your mouth—it is a challange to stuff all that thickness in your throat. he leaks like a lot. a gust of wind will have this bitch leaking pre like a waterfall. his balls, too, are super fat. please play with his balls!!!

YUUTA — wtf? freakishly huge??

8.25 inches, super duper girthy, uncircumcised, curves to the right, the most beautiful pastel pink tip, a few cutesy veins. like many before me, i declare that huge massive dick yuuta is canon. it's scary, terrifying even. he’s muscular—can't be the second strongest without being musclar—but he’s still pretty lean and lanky, but he has such a long, fat dick that it is insanely jarring. a shower, for sure, but that's okay. he’s so humble about it; “is it really that big?” he blushes when you're gawking and rambling about how there's no way it’ll fit your first time with him. spoiler alert, it does not fit. it stretches you out and splits you open like nothing else ever could. he feels so guilty about it, yet it always makes you cum so hard you almost pass out so he feels a little better!

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · heat waves

⤿ you think it's too hot for cuddles but they think otherwise.

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino.

[estellan0vella]

You Get Harassed ❀ includes: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi & Toge MASTERLIST

CW: Harassment, catcalling, groping, stalking, upskirting