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cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape

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the first brushstroke was tentative—just a soft smudge of burgundy along the side of your neck, blending it out with careful circular motions until it looked vaguely like a fading bruise. then you got bolder, layering purples and reds in uneven patches, smudging the edges with your fingertips to mimic the haphazard urgency of teeth and lips. by the time you finished, your neck looked like you'd been mauled by a very enthusiastic vampire. you tilted your head, inspecting your work in the mirror. it definitely looked like a hickey.

you'd just finished when the door creaked open—toji's heavy footsteps announcing his arrival before his voice did. "yo, i'm home," he called out, followed by the rustle of grocery bags hitting the counter. your pulse jumped. you'd planned to meet him in the living room, casual as anything, but now your feet carried you toward the kitchen instead, drawn by the sound of his voice like a magnet.

he was rummaging through the fridge when you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, neck perfectly angled to showcase your 'handiwork.' toji didn't even glance up at first, too busy shoving a carton of eggs onto a shelf. "got your favorite snacks," he mumbled, half-distracted. "those weird chip things you like—" then he straightened, turning toward you, and froze. his eyes locked onto your neck. "the fuck," he said, voice dropping an octave. "why do you have a goddamn hickey?"

you blinked innocently. "what?"

"don't ‘what’ me." he stepped closer, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but thought better of it. his brow furrowed, confusion flickering before irritation settled in. "who the hell—"

"toji," you interrupted, widening your eyes. "you left me alone all day. i got bored."

his jaw tightened. "so you decided to hook up with some rando?" his voice was low, measured, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides gave him away.

"not a hook up! y'know i have needs, toji," you said, fighting the grin threatening to split your face when his nostrils flared. "you weren't here to take care of 'em."

his hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist as he yanked you closer. the fridge door swung shut behind him with a thud, but he didn't seem to notice—too busy scanning your face like he could sniff out the lie. "cut the bullshit," he growled, thumb brushing the edge of your fake hickey. "who was it?"

you bit your lip, hard, to keep from laughing. "wouldn't you like to know."

toji's grip tightened, just shy of painful, and he crowded you back against the counter. his free hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head to expose the mess of red and purple smudges. his breath hitched when his thumb smeared the pigment slightly.

"fuck," he muttered, pulling back to stare at his stained fingertips. realization dawned slow, his scowl melting into something dangerously amused. "you little shit."

you finally cracked, giggling as he wiped his thumb across your cheekbone in revenge. "got you so good," you giggled, dodging when he went to grab you again.

toji's laughter rumbled through the kitchen, deep and uncontained, as he wiped his stained fingers on your shirt with a grin that promised retaliation. "real cute," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners gave him away. "you think you're slick, huh?" his hands slid down to your waist, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants like he was considering tossing you over his shoulder—and he totally would, if you didn't distract him fast. "i should just give you a real one. see how funny you think it is then."

you huffed, tiptoeing to keep your balance as he hoisted you onto the counter, his calloused palms warm against your thighs. "oh, so now you wanna kiss me?" he teased, tilting your chin up defiantly even as your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. you didn't answer—just leaned in as your mouth found his in a clumsy, laughing collision.

his lips were softer than you remembered—still chapped from the winter air, but sweet with the taste of the mint gum he chewed when he drove. he hummed against your mouth, half-amused, half-something else entirely, his hands sliding up to cradle your face like you were something precious. "i love you," you muttered between kisses, because it was true and because you wanted to feel the way his breath hitched when you said it. "i'd never cheat on you."

"damn right you wouldn't," toji murmured back, but there was no bite left in it—just warm, rough affection as he nipped at your lower lip, pulling away just enough to watch your face when you whined at the loss. his thumbs traced idle circles over your cheekbones, "i'd like to see someone half as sexy as me tryin' to catch your attention anyway." you rolled your eyes, but the flush creeping up your neck wasn't just from the makeup anymore.

he caught it anyway, grinning like a shark spotting blood in the water. "aw, baby," he cooed, voice dropping into that stupid, exaggerated sweet tone he only used to mess with you. "you like when i talk shit, huh?" you shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge—just hooked a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugged, exposing more of your faux-hickey masterpiece. "real shame i gotta ruin your art project."

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more

dividers by: @petalpxl | series moodboard | art by lorinmower

chapter one: how you met \ chapter two: of course it's yours, you fucking idiot!

chapter three: meeting the itadori's \ chapter four: hospitals and hot dad walks

chapter five: fratuncles \ chapter six: more than co-parents

chapter seven: graduation \ epilogue

series oneshots/drabbles:

pairing : gojo x reader

wc : 1k

part 1

Gojo introduced his three students to her. One of them she immediately recognised. Ecstasy filled her eyes as she pulled the dark-haired boy into a tight hug. He tried acting nonchalant, knowing it caught him off guard, and he was happy seeing her too. The brown-haired girl made it clear that she was excited about meeting Y/n and shook her hand aggressively.

“So…” Yuji Itadori clasped his hands before continuing, “…are you two together?”

Nobara nudged him with her elbow and he just looked at her with a big pout. He knew she was curious too.

“Oh god no!” Y/n shot back in an instant.

Gojo dramatically clutched his chest in mock offense.

“Oh, wow, I’m still your little secret?” he pouted before bursting out in laughter.

“Not funny!” you replied.

“You should’ve seen ya face,” Gojo flailed his arms around, still laughing uncontrollably.

The three students were more than confused as Y/n started smacking his arm and pulling on his uniform. How was she this comfortable with him, if he’s just an “old friend”? Y/n wished she could smack that smug grin right off his ridiculously handsome face, but she could barely reach his shoulder. Why did he have to be this tall?

As an apology, Gojo invited her out for dinner so they could catch up. He wanted to hear about her life and, naturally, brag about his own.

He was quick to call Ijichi so that he could pick the teenagers up while he went out for dinner with his old friend.

“We’re going to see you again, right, miss?” Yuji asked and Y/n couldn’t look into his adorable face and disappoint him with a simple no.

“I’m sure you will!” her voice sounded more convinced than she actually was.

⸻

Gojo brought you to the dinner date. It was in a refined restaurant. The guests were all dressed in classy dresses and suits. Y/n felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. The restaurant had bright lights with jazz playing in the background. Expensive colognes lingered in the air, as well as the smell of champagne. That’s when she realised just how rich Gojo Satoru really was.

The server guided them to a table next to the window in a rather calmer spot. Y/n sat down across from Gojo and faced him. He still wore that ridiculous blindfold, and she silently wished he would take it off for just a second to reveal his mesmerizing eyes she hasn’t seen since god knows when.

“You’re staring,” he smirked teasingly at her.

She hastily turned her head away. “No, I’m not!”

“You totally are,” he chuckled now. “So how is your life as an ex-sorcerer? You doing okay?”

“Please don’t call it that, and yeah, I’m fine.”

She was definitely not doing fine. Life was throwing curveballs at her and she felt like a huge joke.But she still managed to force a small smile.

“You know you can tell me the truth. I know when you’re lying. You’re my friend.” His smirk turned into a soft, knowing smile.

“Work is kinda rough, and the people there are really something.”

Normally it was hard for her to open up and vent about these types of problems, but with him everything was so natural.

⸻

Time passed as Gojo listened to her problems. But Gojo always found a way to make her laugh, changing the topic after hearing her out and giving advice. He didn’t interrupt. He just leaned back slightly, listening with an unusually soft expression.

Gradually the conversation slowly shifted into solething more casual.

The food was amazing and the conversation went on for hours. Gojo talked about his newest student who ate one of Sukuna’s fingers. Y/n was shocked to hear that the sweet-looking guy really swallowed the finger of a 1000+ year old curse.

⸻

After finishing dinner, he walked her to the train station. It was dark outside and the air was quite cool.

“Give me your phone, I’ll dial in my phone number.”

“Oh, right,” she brought her phone out of her bag and placed it into his hand. “I hope you know that I had to change my number back then.”

“No worries. I definitely didn’t think you hated me and blocked me or anything,” he quipped.

Guilt gnawed at her because she never reached out to him in all these years.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt twisted in her stomach as she looked away.

Gojo scratched the nape of his neck, regretting his choice of words. “It’s alright. I’m sure you had your reasons. Besides, you’re here now, aren’t you?”

Y/n smiled at him a little awkwardly.

He didn’t want to make her feel bad about the situation. It was in the past and he understood why she chose to leave.

When the train arrived, Y/N stepped forward. Just as she was about to board, Gojo gently caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“I missed you, Y/n.”

Y/N froze, caught off guard by both his actions and his words. He had acted so casual the entire evening.

“I missed you too, Satoru.”

Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.

A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)

The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.

This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.

“Did you just call her a bitch?”

Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”

“You called that girl a bitch.”

“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.

Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”

The room went silent.

Satoru looked around. “Did anyone else hear that?”

“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”

Satoru stared. “Who are you?”

“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”

“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”

“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”

The entire frat house collectively recoiled.

Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.

This was better than reality TV.

Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”

You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”

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The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.

Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.

And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.

His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”

She glanced over. “Yeah?”

“Grab me another beer.”

A few people looked over.

She frowned. “What?”

“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”

Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.

“No.”

Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”

Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.

You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.

Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”

Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”

“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”

A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.

Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”

“You ordered her.”

“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.

Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”

Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”

His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.

Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”

“Or what?”

The entire room collectively leaned forward.

Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”

You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.

A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”

Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.

Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”

Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”

Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”

Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”

“Thank you.”

Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”

“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”

As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.

His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.

Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”

Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”

He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”

Everyone looked.

You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.

You gave a little wave.

“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”

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The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.

Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.

Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”

Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.

“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”

The room erupted into approval.

“That’s genius.”

“People would love that.”

“Easy money.”

Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.

“Interesting.”

“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.

Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”

“Yeah.”

“And serve drinks.”

“Yeah.”

“And what are the men doing?”

Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.

“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.

Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”

More silence.

“Based on gender.”

The room collectively sighed.

Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”

Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”

Sukuna gasped.

You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.

“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”

“Yeah?”

“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”

The room erupted.

“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”

“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”

Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.

“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”

One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”

“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.

You were delighted to see how this was playing out.

“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”

The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.

Toji blinked.

Satoru blinked.

The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”

“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.

“No.”

“Why not?”

The room burst into laughter.

“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.

“The fraternity is serving drinks.”

The sorority girls immediately started cheering.

“YES.”

“MAKE THEM DO IT.”

Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”

Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.

You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.

Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”

Silence.

The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”

The fraternity erupted in panic.

“STOP HER.”

“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”

——-

Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.

Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.

Toji looked dead inside.

Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.

His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.

Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.

The sorority was making a fortune.

Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.

“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.

“Whatever you want baby,” he winked.

♯ a bit rushed bc i did it in a rush also ❤️☺️

Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.

possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.

but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.

Nanami preferred facts.

and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.

but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?

the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!

a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.

but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.

nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.

a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.

Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.

he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.

there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.

there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.

the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.

"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.

you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.

"There you are."

Nanami returned the smile automatically.

but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.

your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"

he met your gaze briefly before looking away.

the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.

you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.

"Kento."

"Hm."

"You're doing that thing."

his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"

"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."

you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.

"Did something happen at work?"

"No."

"Did someone annoy you?"

"Not particularly."

"Are you tired?"

"Always."

your expression only softened.

your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, talk to me?"

you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.

Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.

eventually, he said, "Who is he?"

you blinked. "...who?"

"The coworker."

your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

for several seconds, you said nothing.

then, "Are you jealous?"

Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.

your expression softened even further.

you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.

"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."

the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.

"There he is."

"I was here the entire time."

"No, you were somewhere in your own head."

you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."

his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.

"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"

a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.

"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."

"Did it work?"

"No."

you laughed. "That was unfortunate."

he laughed along with you. "It was."

the knot in his chest began to loosen.

not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.

Here are two alternate endings based on a nearly 50/50 poll.

People wanted to see reader get back with Gojo, but that felt too unfair to her after everything, so I ended up writing two Part 2s depending on what you wanted to see LOL.

Part 1

Part 2A: The apology - Gojo begs for forgiveness

Part 2B: Replaced - reader moves on, and Gojo regrets his decisions

Dividers by: @enchanthings

featuring... yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro

cw: fluff fluff and more fluff

song: be my baby - the ronettes

yuji itadori

boyfriend!yuji who... is obsessed with showing you off to everyone he meets. even if you’re not there, or the conversation is completely unrelated, he’ll make sure to flash his lockscreen (one of his favourite pictures of you) just to bring you up.

boyfriend!yuji who... loves cinema dates more than anything in the world. it doesn’t even have to be his choice of movie, so long as he gets to watch the screen light up your face, the reactions that you give. plus he loves the cliche moment of bumping hands while digging in the popcorn

boyfriend!yuji who... has an entire highlight on his instagram dedicated to just you. you don’t even know how he gets half his photos

boyfriend!yuji who... really really really loves having his arm wrapped around your body at any given moment. it’s the perfect position to squeeze you in, and he gets to feel your warmth next to him. yes please!

boyfriend!yuji who... constantly changes the name you’re saved as in his phone, though it’s always something super sappy. angel, perfect, my beautiful amazing sexy gf/bf who i love, whatever it is, it’s always something sweet

nobara kugisaki

girlfriend!nobara who... always goes to you first when she needs to tell someone something. doesnt matter if its something extremely personal or shallow gossip, you’re the first person who’s gonna find out

girlfriend!nobara who... adores holding your hand. its something so simple, and yet its the closest thing to heaven on earth to feel your fingers intertwined with hers as you’re walking down the street

girlfriend!nobara who... offers to do anything to make your life a little easier. okay, not anything, shes not perfect, but she will carry your bags when out shopping, or lend you cash when you don’t have any on you. just remember to do the same for her when she needs it

girlfriend!nobara who... somehow always has the snacks you like on hand. sources say that its because she actually likes you, but who can be sure?

girlfriend!nobara who... loves that you can be yourself around her, and vice versa. she’s allowed to be happy and excited, but can also have her bad days without judgement, and she’ll be damned if you don’t get the same treatment. guess thats what happens in such healthy relationships

megumi fushiguro

boyfriend!megumi who... ragebaits you by being nonchalant. sometimes he doesnt mean to, but most of the time he knows how to get under your skin just enough for it to be funny. never lets it get serious enough for you to be genuinely mad though

boyfriend!megumi who... isnt a big fan of pda whatsoever, but when you're in private don't even doubt that hes not hovering around you 24/7. lying on the couch tangled up together, or in the kitchen in such close proximity that you can't help but brush against each other

boyfriend!megumi who... doesnt understand a lot of the things you send him. yeah, hes a member of the younger generation, but it doesnt mean he knows who the fuck ash trevino is or why you insist on using her face as reactions to his texts. wishes you'd stop saying that he's “not even there in the cabeza” followed by “sorry y'all dont know spanish”

boyfriend!megumi who... really likes watching you nerd out about the things you're into. it’s just nice seeing you get so passionate, what can he say?

boyfriend!megumi who... does mention you in conversation, just not to the extent that yuji does. every now and then when he's starting an anecdote he’ll say “oh, my (girl/boy)friend..” or “that reminds me of when my partner..”. you should be flattered you're on his mind so much. and impressed that he can keep it inside so well.

divider by @/mieluno

no i am not an ash trevino fan

“To tell you I should’ve chased. I should be who you’re engaged to.”

sum: maki zen’in lived a peaceful life, settling down with her husband and baby was the best thing she could’ve asked for, until she discovers the unsent love letters her old ‘friend’ had written to her and all she could imagine was a life with them.

warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, possesive maki if you squint, maki and reader are YEARNERS BIG TIME, yuta lowk a side character here, timeskip/modulo, maki and yuta are married and have a baby (iori), g/n reader

w.c: 3.8k

a/n: It’s my first fic cut me some slack🙏 dividers by @kthice !!

⋆˚꩜｡ . your flirty best friend, yuji!

yuji x fem!reader // drabble // basically just fluff // everyone is 18+ // no use of y/n // yuji is so whipped // yuji confessing to you // took me a second to get this one out, I kept getting hung up on the dialogue and I've been a bit busy // ps yuji is the most perfect man to ever exist, ty that's all // whipped yuji series guys??

part one , part two

"You've been acting weird," you say as Yuji starts to pull his hand from yours.

"Weird? Me?" He shakes his head, quickly flashing you his boyish grin that says 'everything is totally fine'.

"Yes, weird, you." You put your hands on your hips with a little pout when he fully slips his hand from yours. "Stop bullshitting me, Yu. I know you."

"I-" He's suddenly at a complete loss for words—how the hell is he supposed to tell you he's in love with you? That's why he's been acting so weird lately, pulling away because he can hardly think straight whenever you're near him now. And the small touches, they all feel too much, too much when his heart races anytime your fingers intertwine with his.

And the thought of telling you all this, that he could lose you over his feelings? It already has him spiraling, scared to lose even a sliver of you.

"I… uh- I just…" His eyes dart past you as he puts a little distance between you two, and the movement alone leaves a pit forming in your stomach.

"If you don't want to be friends or something… You can just tell me."

"Wait- what? No," He shakes his head, hands instinctively pulling you into his chest before he can even think about it. His arms wrap tightly around you, muscles flexing as he holds you closer. "Never that."

"Then why are you acting like this?" You ask quietly, "One minute you're like this, holding me. And the next you're so… distant."

The guilt's already eating him alive, hearing the hurt in your voice. Knowing he's the reason you've been feeling like this, all because he's been too scared to tell you how he really feels.

"Honestly," He lets out a shaky breath, mumbling softly in your hair. "I'm scared… so damn scared."

"Of what?" You ask, lashes fluttering up at him. "It's just me."

He laughs softly, "Just you?" His eyes flick to your lips—fuck, he just wants to kiss you. "You say that like it's any easier."

"C'mon, Yu." You lean up, pressing a reassuring kiss to his cheek.

His cheeks heat, "S-shit, you can't do stuff like that."

"Like what?" You ask, leaning in again, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek. "This?"

He's left a stuttering mess, "y-yes, that," and before you have the chance to tease him any further, he blurts, "I'm just scared of losing you."

"Losing me?" Your smile falters, "You'll never lose me, Yu."

"Just… promise after, we can go back to normal," he looks down at you with pleading eyes, as if he needs to hear you say it, needing to hear he can take it all back, that it wouldn't change anything between the two of you. "And you'll forget I said anything at all?"

"Promise," you say, offering your pinky.

He laces his pinky with yours, taking a deep breath as he squeezes his eyes shut like he's bracing for impact. "Fuck, I'm so nervous." He lets out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just… every time I look at you, all I can think about is how pretty you are," he cups your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing your cheeks, "what it would feel like to kiss you."

Slowly, he leans in, "it makes it really hard to think about anything else," he murmurs, stopping only inches from your face. "Truth is, I don't want to be your friend."

Yuji can't stop looking at your lips, and god, it doesn't help, it's been the only thing he's been able to think about for weeks—kissing you, holding you… touching you. And when you don't pull away, looking like you want to kiss him just as bad, he closes the distance.

"I want more with you." His lips brush over yours, "I want you."

Your pulse races as his lips press against yours, slow, almost timid, as he nips at your bottom lip, desperately wanting to know how you taste. And when your tongue slips past his, he can't help but stifle a moan into your mouth, letting himself get lost in you entirely.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips.

When a moment passes, and you don't say anything back, he starts to pull away.

"I'm sorry if that's too soon-"

Your lips crash against his, hands threading through his pink hair as you pull him right back down to you, kissing him deeper because god, you need him to know you want him just as much. And if he had given you a moment, you'd tell him that a million times over.

"I love you too, Yu." You laugh softly, pulling away from the kiss. "You didn't even give me the chance to say it back."

He pouts, "You took so long, I thought you didn't feel the same."

Now you're full on giggling, "it was hardly even a second."

"And that's too long."

"You're just gonna have to learn how to be patient," you tease further, too caught up in how cute he looks when he's all pouty.

"That's impossible when I'm in love with such a pretty girl." his sudden rasp catches you off guard as he nips at your bottom lip. "Makes me not wanna be patient."

"Yuji-" Your breath catches as he trails kisses along your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin.

"Shh, baby…" The sudden petname has your knees feeling weak, "I need this- you… please."

You only manage a nod as he continues nipping at your skin, sucking purple marks until everyone knows you're his.

"I want everyone to know you're only mine," he trails his kisses back to your lips, stopping to admire how beautiful you look when you're all flustered and breathless.

"Only yours," you say back, between breaths.

"Promise?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Promise."

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dry texts megumi fushiguro sends when he misses you.ᐟ

Introduction - you’ve never known someone like megumi. in the beginning of your relationship, he was very hard to read, like a closed book. whenever you were apart, it felt like glue being stretched, getting thinner the farther you are. you always ended up missing him. but texting him made you overthink. you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. over time, you soon figured out his way of expressing his want, actually his need for your presence. it’s no longer secret that he is also tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue.

Coming back from a mission.ᐟ

the sun is already going below the horizon. ijichi had come to pick you up after the mission dragged on longer than it was supposed to. all you wanted to do was flop onto your bed waiting at your dorm. though it’s not the only thing anticipating your return. events from the battlefield overflow your head that’s resting against the car window. the weight of everything made your lids feel heavy. instead of fighting curses, you are now fighting to stay awake. yes, you could’ve just slept in the car, but right now you are still stuck in fight-or-flight mode. as tempting as it was you couldn’t risk being attacked again, especially in a vulnerable state. that is until your phone lights up, illuminating the darkness in the car. you lower down the brightness and that is when you see a text from your boyfriend. your heart does little flips seeing his name on the screen. his message reads…

[ SYNOPSIS ] — You're a hopeless romantic dating Megumi Fushiguro, convinced he's too quiet and aloof for grand gestures, you never ask for the things you secretly want. But Megumi has been paying attention all along. w.c: 2.5k [ PAIRING ] — bf!megumi fushiguro x hopeless romantic!reader [ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, no angst. art by: @/sa2men THIS FIC IS A REQUEST!

The moment you fell in love with Megumi Fushiguro, you made a quiet, private peace with the fact that he would never be the kind of boyfriend who showed up with flowers.

@celoviaeva on tumblr !

Megumi noticed it slowly.

At first, it was just small things.

The way Yuta lingered around you longer than usual after missions. The way his usually tired eyes softened whenever you spoke. The way he listened to you so carefully—as if every word mattered.

And worst of all?

Yuta smiled around you.

Not fully. Not brightly. But enough. Enough for Megumi to notice.

Enough for Megumi to hate it.

“Fushiguro-kun~ are you listening?”

Megumi blinked, realizing Gojo had been talking to him for the past thirty seconds.

“…Yeah.”

“You’re glaring holes into Okkotsu.”

Across the training field, you and Yuta stood side by side, talking quietly while sharing a drink from the vending machine. Yuta said something under his breath, and you burst into laughter.

Then—there it was again.

That tiny smile.

Megumi’s eye twitched.

“Scary,” Gojo sang beside him. “You look like a jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Mmhm.”

Megumi looked away with a click of his tongue.

Except… he was jealous.

Painfully so.

Because it wasn’t just Yuta.

You were different around him too.

You touched Yuta’s sleeve casually when talking. You waited for him after missions. You even texted him more often lately—something Nobara happily exposed after accidentally seeing your phone light up.

Megumi hated how much he noticed.And he hated even more that he had no right to.

The two of you weren’t dating…

Not officially.

Still, every time Yuta stood too close to you, Megumi felt something ugly twist in his chest.

Especially now, when he watched you gently fix Yuta’s collar while scolding him for forgetting his jacket again.

Megumi stood up immediately.

“I’m leaving.”

Gojo blinked. “Class is still going...!”

“I said I’m leaving.”

Meanwhile, you looked up at the sudden sound of footsteps approaching.

Megumi stopped in front of the two of you with his usual unreadable expression. But you knew him well enough to notice the irritation hiding underneath.

“Gumi?” you asked softly, using that nickname that also makes his heart beats faster.

“Training’s starting again,” he said flatly, eyes locked onto Yuta for a second too long.

Yuta tilted his head slightly.

“…It starts in twenty minutes.”

Silence.

Megumi’s eye twitched again.

You stared at him.

Yuta stared at him.

Gojo, somewhere in the distance, was absolutely losing his mind.

“…Oh,” Megumi muttered stiffly.

Then he turned around to leave.

Only for you to grab his sleeve before he could escape.

“Megumi,” you laughed quietly, “are you jealous?”

His entire body froze.

“No.”

“You literally came over here to interrupt us.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

Yuta watched the exchange silently before the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

That made Megumi feel even worse.

“Oh my god,” you gasped suddenly, realization hitting you. “Wait—Megumi, do you think Yuta likes me?”

Megumi avoided eye contact immediately.

“…Does he?”

You burst out laughing.

Actually laughing—so hard you had to hold onto his arm for balance.

Megumi frowned, now both annoyed and confused.

“What’s so funny?” Yuta finally sighed.“We’re cousins.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Megumi stopped breathing.

“…What?”

You wiped tears from your eyes while trying to calm down. “Yuta’s my cousin. I thought you knew.”

“I thought you knew,” Yuta added.

Megumi stared at both of you like his soul had just left his body. Gojo collapsed onto the ground somewhere behind him, laughing hysterically.

“You were jealous over FAMILY?!” Nobara yelled from across the yard.

Megumi looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. His face turned slightly pink—a rare, catastrophic sight.

“…I’m going home.”

Before he could walk away, you grabbed his sleeve again.

“But Gumi,” you teased softly, smiling up at him, “why were you jealous in the first place?”

He went completely still.

Yuta quietly walked away immediately. “Good luck, Fushiguro.”

Traitor.

Megumi looked down at you—at your amused smile, your warm eyes, your hand still holding onto him so naturally. And suddenly, he realized there was absolutely no escaping this conversation anymore.

“…You talk to him too much,” he muttered quietly. Your smile softened instantly. “Aw,” you teased. “So you were jealous.” Megumi clicked his tongue, looking away.

megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.

one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.

the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.

“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.

the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.

a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.

the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.

the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.

“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.

he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.

“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.

he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.

“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”

you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.

footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.

gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”

you curiously look up at him, “huh?”

“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”

you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”

when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.

gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.

he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.

megumi x reader, aftermath of an argument

Warm streaks of sunlight warm your skin, filtering in through the windows of your dorm. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curled up on the bed with your cheek smushed against a pillow. You hate to admit it – but you miss Megumi already.

It had only been a day. You could probably go longer than him without breaking first, right? You weren’t that pathetic, or so you thought.

But maybe it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal, to just suck it up and apologise. 

It was a stupid fight anyway, built on a flimsy premise yet turning into something pressing enough to argue about. You forgot to text Megumi that you were out late, he got pissed off and worried about you – and what started out as a lecture ended with you storming out and him refusing to say another word. 

It happened late last night, snowballing into today. Neither of you even glanced at each other: through training, meals, even during a mission. You knew he was stubborn, and you were more than capable of reciprocating. You just didn’t expect aching sadness to accompany the anger.

Something blue twisted beneath your ribs at the thought of Megumi. It was almost embarrassing, the way you missed everything about him: his bratty glare, gentle kisses, how his soft hair flopped back down after you ran your hands through it. You’d do anything to feel him again.

You were kind of sorry for making him worry, all that was left was to go up to him and say it. You hated having to cave first, especially because you earnestly felt that you deserved an apology too – but somebody had to do it, you supposed. Sucking up your pride might be better than this relentless need.

Willing yourself out of bed, you slip on a hoodie and sneakers, haphazardly tying the laces as you hop to the door. You try to imagine how it would go: you go over to his dorm, apologise profusely, and then he begs for forgiveness too and laments about how much he missed you, right?

Wrong.

You open the door only to be met face-to-face with none other than Megumi – hair slightly ruffled, like he’d just been pulling at it. Downturned eyes more tired than usual when they finally lock onto yours.

You blink, surprised. He’d come over here to do the exact same thing, you realise, just with a little bit more thought put into it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers, clumsily wrapped, is clutched tightly in his hand. You feel your heart stir a little.

Megumi exhales, looking you over. He’s stoic as ever, but you swear you see a flicker of something else in his eyes. His gaze trails back up to yours. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” He murmurs quietly.

You scrunch up your nose. “Me? Nope,” you huff, turning your face away and pretending like you weren’t about to go over and beg for his mercy. “You’re the one who came over here, you say something.”

“I don’t really want to.”

“Fine then, just leave.”

He says nothing.

Moments later, you hear his soft sigh – relenting and affectionate and all you needed to hear.

Megumi reaches out to take your chin, firm but gentle as he tries to tilt your face towards him. Brat, you think, refusing to budge.

He tuts. “Don’t be difficult. Look at me.”

“You haven’t even apologised yet,” you grumble, deciding to toy with him just a little bit more.

“I was going to apologise with a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “But if you don’t want it…”

You turn to face him with breakneck speed, body tingling with anticipation. Hours of no affection were driving you insane, and Megumi knew that. You look up at him with wide eyes, and his lips twitch with amusement. “Is that all you need?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you mutter, trying to sound casual.

He’s evil, but not that evil. Megumi obliges, leaning in to kiss you.

It’s exactly how you remembered, exactly how it was yesterday and all the days before it. Sweet, soothing, with a hint of urgency in the way his hand curls around your neck. There’s a quiet desperation in how he’s holding you too, regretful and guilty and sorry, though he’d never say it out loud.

Apology accepted, you think, as you melt into him.

You finally pull away for air, and Megumi can’t resist an extra peck to the side of your lips before straightening up. You giggle, lax in his arms as you idly play with the petals of the flowers.

Your contentment is disrupted when he opens his mouth to speak, lips slightly upturned.

“You were going to come over to apologise, weren’t you?”

You tilt your chin up defiantly, eyes blazing again. “Of course not, why would you even think that? I would never.”

“Liar.”

𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ᅠ ͏͏ ͏͏ 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠ ͏͏ ͏refuses to hold your baby

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. heian!sukuna :: slight angst :: fluff

"Do not bring that thing near me."

"This thing is your daughter."

The King of Curses sat upon his throne, and yet you had no issue glaring up at him. As if it were your stare that could cleave. Your hands that could ignite his shrine into blitz and ember.

Bundled in a silk blanket and babbling up at you with eyes as ruby as her father's, your daughter chewed on her thumb. Blissfully oblivious to the tyrant from which she came.

Sukuna refused to hold her.

It was subtle, at first. When she was born, he claimed that it was vital for a baby to stay close to its mother. For warmth, food and comfort.

It had been four weeks, and your husband hadn't so much as grazed her tiny pinkie.

"Why?" You asked, anger blooming in your throat like the flowers he had planted in the gardens for you. He would sully his knees in the soil and his hands in the mud for your benefit, but couldn't bear to hold the life that he had created?

Sukuna's face was hard in a scowl. Each maroon eye glaring into your soul.

A beat of silence.

"I do not want to."

You flared, clinging your baby closer. "Are you ashamed? Ashamed of the life we created?"

"No, damnit woman—"

"Then why!?"

"Because I will mar her!"

The shrine shook as he shoved himself out of his throne. Standing now. It was at his full height that you recognised the being thousands feared. Four arms, two faces, and a stature that rose from hell.

His glare burned, but it wasn't anger. Face twisted in an emotion you hadn't seen enough from him.

"I will— hurt her. Is that what you want?"

Vulnerability.

Your daughter startled. Sniffling at the booming voice that rattled the floors. You watched her face squish and her lip quiver, before a broken, hiccuped sob filled the air.

His shoulders sunk. The fight seeping out of him. You watched his eyes swell with many things you'd never seen before.

Guilt, sadness.

Fear.

Rocking your startled baby, you held her close with soft shushes, but her sniffles soon turned into wails. Sukuna's stood frozen, sullen.

You understood, now.

Cradling the small girl, you stepped forward. Up the stairs to the platform of his throne. Even as he took a step back, you persisted.

"Sukuna. . ." You called to him. Soft in the way that only you were capable of being with him.

He almost flinched.

"This child, she's ours. Our daughter, made with love."

You stood right in front of him now. Taking in his wound up muscles and squared shoulders. Looking more like a deer ready to sprint than a father.

A father who feared that his hands were too rough, too evil, to nurture his own child.

"You won't hurt her. Because she's ours." Reaching forward, you held out the sobbing bundle. Watching his face and the several shades of uncertainty it turned.

You had never seen him so. . . frightened.

You pushed past his hesitancy, carefully placing your daughter into a set of his hulking arms. She was tiny compared to him. Seemed he was processing that too.

Aiding his position, you slipped one of your hands to tenderly hold him by the bicep as he, for the first time ever, held his daughter.

His breath was hitched. All of his eyes gaping at the small bundle in his arms. Watching her as if she were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

Your daughter's sobs stirred into sniffles, then hiccups, until. . . silence.

As big, ruby eyes stared up at her father. Taking him in. His face, his warmth.

And then, she beamed a toothless smile.

Sukuna tensed. A shaky breath hitching.

"She's— she's smiling. Why is she smiling?"

He quickly looked to you. Brows pinched. Looking lost, looking scared.

You offered him a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Because she knows that her father loves her." Tickling her neck, you hummed as she squirmed a bit and giggled, pressing more into him.

He instinctively held her closer. Eyes unblinking.

You watched as Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses, melted. His heart swelling as he stared at his daughter. Even bringing one of his fingers closer to her, so that she could grab at it. Hugging around it with that big, bring smile.

His mouth quirked at the corner. Faint, but tender.

"Yeah. . ." He whispered, voice thick with emotion. Centuries worth of affection for his child, his daughter.

"Your father loves you. More than anything. More than life."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/lacquerheadd