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WE GOT MARRIED!

ִ ࣪𖤐 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── choi seungcheol

SUMMARY: ── the premise of the popular reality show, "we got married," was simple: you and another celebrity would pretend to be married for two weeks, navigating various romantic and domestic challenges together. when your partner turns out to be choi seungcheol however, feelings complicate your perception of reality.

PAIRING: [choi seungcheol (s.coups) x f!reader] GENRE: [eventual smut, domestic fluff, angst, idol!au, fake dating, one bed, all the good shit]

CW: afab!reader, nicknames (angel, babygirl, baby, good girl), arguing (it’s sorted out), soft!dom ?? + pussydrunk cheol, big!dick cheol, fingering, penetration, safe sex (ofc), possessive!cheol, hair pulling, light choking

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── pre-show interview:

interviewer: "thank you for joining us today! can you tell us a little about yourself and what initially made you hesitant to join 'we got married'?"

you fiddle with your hands and compose yourself into a smile.

“of course. i’m y/n, and to be honest, when i was first approached about the show, i had a lot of reservations. being an idol, my life is already under constant scrutiny, and the idea of faking a marriage on national television was daunting. i was worried about how my fans would react and whether I'd be able to genuinely connect with my on-screen partner."

interviewer: "what eventually convinced you to participate?"

you think, “it was a mix of curiosity and encouragement from my friends and management. they believed it would be a good opportunity for me to show a different side of myself, one that isn't always visible on stage. plus, the idea of experiencing something as unique as a reality show marriage was too intriguing to pass up."

interviewer: "do you know who your partner will be yet?

you smile nervously, “no, i don't. it’s a complete surprise for me. all i know is that it's someone from a well-known group. i’m really curious to find out who it is!"

interviewer: "that must be exciting! can you share what your ideal type is for the camera?”

you grin thoughtfully, “my ideal type is someone who is kind-hearted and takes care of the people around them. they should have a strong sense of responsibility but also listen and understand. a good sense of humor is a must — oh and physically, i guess i find myself drawn to someone with a warm smile and expressive eyes. someone who can be both charismatic on stage and down-to-earth in everyday life."

interviewer: "finally, do you have any worries or concerns going into the show?"

you: "i’m a bit worried about how awkward it might be at first. there’s always that initial nervousness when meeting someone new, and this situation is quite intense. i hope we can get past that quickly and have a good time together.”

—

day 1:

you stood in front of the door to a luxurious townhome, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides. this would be your new home for the next two weeks. the camera crew gave you a nod, signaling it was time to head inside. taking a deep breath, you open the door and step into the living room, where a warm, cozy ambiance greets you. as you set your bag down, you hear the sound of the front door opening again. you turn, breath caught in your throat, and a man, looking slightly familiar to you, enters the room.

he was wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans that accentuated his tall, athletic frame. his broad shoulders and well-defined chest were subtly outlined by the fabric of his shirt, hinting at the strength beneath. the open collar revealed a glimpse of his collarbones, which added an effortlessly sexy touch to his appearance and you thanked god you’d been paired with someone this attractive, as selfish as it sounded. his face was a perfect blend of boyish charm and mature masculinity and his dark hair was styled in a slightly tousled manner.

the man in front of you carried a polite smile. for a moment, you both stood there, slightly taken aback by the reality of the situation.then, as if on cue, you both bowed to each other in polite, awkward unison. "hello!" you said at the same time, voices overlapping. realizing what happened, you both laughed nervously and bowed again, this time with even more formality.

“hi, i’m y/n," you said, smiling despite your nerves.

“i’m seungcheol. it’s nice to meet you,” he said, returning your smile.

there was a brief pause as you both sized each other up, trying to gauge the other's reaction. something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

your heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on you and you remembered his face from music and award shows. you were almost certain the man in front of you was a member of seventeen and your mind was almost more eased you were paired with another idol.

as you shook his hand, your mind raced with a million thoughts. should you mention that you know who he is? would it be weird? awkward?

before you could decide, seungcheol spoke again, his voice cheerful and inviting, “i know this is a bit of an odd situation, but let's make these two weeks memorable, okay?”

you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his face and your cheeks flushed slightly.

the first task was to explore the house together, finding little notes and hints left by the producers about upcoming challenges and activities. as you moved from room to room, seungcheol’s playful nature shined through. he made jokes about the odd decorations and even tried on an oversized apron in the kitchen, to which he realized how easily he could make you laugh.

in the living room, you found a note instructing you to cook your first meal together. seungcheol looked at you with genuine curiosity in his eyes. "do you cook often?"

you shook your head, “i try, but i’m not the best. how about you?”

he shrugged, “i can manage, could you hand me those eggs?”

working side by side in the kitchen, you both stumbled through the recipe, exchanging glances and giggles as you tried to make sense of the instructions. seungcheol’s presence was comforting; his easygoing demeanor made it feel less like a staged activity and you had to remind yourself of your situation every once in a while.

“careful!" you warned as he nearly knocked over a bowl of flour.

“oops," he laughed, catching it just in time. "oh my god, thanks for warning me.”

when the meal was finally ready, you both sat down at the coffee table, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie settling in.

“you know," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial, "i have to admit, i was a bit of a fan of yours before this."

you almost spit out your food and your eyes widen in surprise, “you were?”

he nodded, a shy smirk playing on his lips. "yeah, i may or may not have listened to…a few, songs.”

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a rush of disbelief, “well," you said, unable to hide the smile on your face, "i guess we both have some fangirling/fanboying to do then.”

seungcheol chuckled before taking a sip of his drink, “looks like we're off to a good start then."

later that evening, as you both settled on the couch to go over the day's events, you found yourself stealing glances at seungcheol when he wasn't looking. the cameras captured every moment, but by now, they had become background noise. seungcheol’s arm rested casually on the back of the couch, his presence reassuring.

"so what did you think of our first day together?" seungcheol asked, turning to you with a gentle smile.

you smiled back, feeling more at ease now. "honestly , it was fun. a bit overwhelming at first, but i think we handled it pretty well."

he nodded, his expression thoughtful. "yeah , i think so too. it’s all about getting comfortable with each other, right?"

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. "exactly."

as the night continued, the two of you talked about your experiences in the industry, sharing stories and laughing over funny moments. the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common. it was easy to forget the cameras were even there.

—

day 5:

it had been a few days of filming and your arranged marriage with the charming seungcheol was off to an...interesting start. between the awkward getting-to-know-you interviews and staged "newlywed" activities for the cameras, you were still trying to find your footing in this bizarre situation.

one minute, you and seungcheol were bickering like an old married couple over whose turn it was to do the dishes, (it would always end with him insisting he did the chore.) the next, you'd catch him shooting you an ambiguous look from under those ridiculously long lashes, causing a fluttery feeling to erupt in your stomach. it was a constant back-and-forth of feeling flustered yet intrigued by your new husband.

today, the production crew had you and seungcheol participate in a silly pillow fight "challenge" meant to showcase your playful newlywed dynamic. what started off as an innocent, goofy bout of whacking each other with the plush objects quickly devolved into an all-out war.

giggling breathlessly, you launched another fluffy projectile at seungcheol’s head, who had now affectionately insisted you call him cheol.

he taunted with a roguish grin, deflecting your pillow attack.

you both scrambled for ammunition, whacking each other relentlessly. you shrieked as a particularly fierce blow sent you tumbling backwards onto the bed.

in a flash, seungcheol pounced - pinning your wrists above your head as he straddled your waist. his sculpted body pressed against yours, stealing your breath away.

"i win," he murmured huskily, drinking in your flushed, disheveled state. a few dark strands of hair had fallen over his forehead, making him look ridiculously pretty and you both froze as the heated tension reached a tipping point, chests heaving from the exertion of your pillow fight.

then, all at once, realization seemed to wash over both of you. this had crossed a line, strayed too far from the realm of pretend into something that felt a little too real for your comfort. seungcheol quickly released your wrists and rolled off you, running a flustered hand through his tousled hair as the cameras cut and the producers applaud your chemistry ‘played up’ for the show.

“i…sorry, i got a bit carried away there," he muttered gruffly, unable to meet your eyes.

you pushed yourself into a sitting position, clutching a pillow protectively to your chest. “no, it's...yeah, me too," you mumbled, cheeks burning.

as seungcheol swiftly excused himself, you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper and more complicated had been irrevocably awakened on your end, you watched your fake husband’s broad back retreating towards the door, then he paused and glanced over his shoulder at you.

despite the flustered awkwardness of moments before, his gaze openly raked over your disheveled form in a way that made heat lick through your veins. you clutched the pillow tighter, suddenly feeling very exposed under his molten perusal.

as quickly as the blazing look had appeared, it faded to a neutral expression once more as he gave you a brisk nod. "i’ll...see you later," he murmured in a rough rasp before ducking out of the room, leaving you flushed and wondering what the hell had just happened.

—

day 9:

the sweltering summer heat had prompted the producers to film a scene with you and seungcheol enjoying some relaxation at the rooftop pool.

you tried not to stare too openly as seungcheol stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned, sculpted torso that made your mouth go dry. rivulets of glistening water trailed tantalizing paths down those firm abs as he sank into the cool pool with a contented sigh.

“you coming in or what, y/n?" he flashed you a lopsided grin, sending your pulse into an erratic stutter.

shaking yourself free of your momentary thirst, you made a big show of daintily dipping a toe in to test the temperature, “oh my god it’s freezing.” you step out of the water onto the poolside and shiver from the contact.

cheol arches an incredulous brow at your overly dramatic reaction. then without warning, he kicked up an arched wave that splashed you squarely in the face.

you sputtered in outraged shock as he cackled at your drenched, bedraggled state. you cursed at him and then tilted your head, “oh you’re gonna get it now…”

retaliating, you cannonballed directly towards him, prompting a yelp as he tried dodging the cascading wall of water.

what started as an innocent pool dip quickly devolved into an all-out splash fight, filled with laughter and shrieks, water spraying everywhere. at one point, seungcheol grabbed you around the waist from behind, holding you flush against his chest as you squealed and squirmed playfully...

as the sun dipped low on the horizon, it set the sky ablaze with vibrant shades of orange and red bled across the heavens, intermingling with streaks of brilliant pink and lavender. the surface of the rooftop pool shimmered like liquid amber, endlessly rippling and refracting the spectacular colors above.

as the playful battle subsided, you found yourselves standing chest-deep, catching your breath. seungcheol, hair plastered to his forehead, offered you a sheepish grin. his hand, reaching out to brush a stray strand from your eye, hesitated in mid-air.

the air crackled with a sudden tension, a shift from playful banter to something more intense. you held his gaze, unsure of where this unexpected touch might lead. the playful facade, for a moment, seemed to falter, revealing a vulnerability that sent a shiver down your spine.

as the camera crew wrapped their filming of the segment momentarily, cheol leaned against the pool deck, catching his breath, while you treaded water, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

“you know," seungcheol said, his voice slightly breathless, "for someone who almost drowned me with pool water ten minutes ago - you’re pretty fun to do this whole fake marriage this with.”

his compliment caught you off guard, a blush creeping up your cheeks. you looked away, fiddling with the straps of your swimsuit and snorted, “you would have survived, trust.”

you bit your lip, “but you’re not…awful, to do this with. i’m glad it was you.”

his biceps flexed as he pushed himself off the wall, the water cascading down his toned arms. he smiled and ran a hand through his hair, which was now drying in messy waves.

you had to admit to yourself, in another situation, he was pretty close to your type. your mind took a sharp turn and a thrilling image of cheol, those big arms holding you close, pinning you down. he could easily manhandle you, and the thought sent a forbidden thrill through you.

taking a deep breath, you forced your gaze away from him, the delicious heat replaced by a cold wave of reality.

—

that evening, the producers insisted that as a "newly married couple," you and seungcheol needed to share the bedroom set for an authentic experience. your heart pounded as the camera crew ushered you both into the dimly lit bedroom, pulling the covers back invitingly.

"alright you two, get nice and cozy for us!" the director called out teasingly. "we’ll get some candid footage of your first night spent in the same room together as husband and wife."

you shot seungcheol an awkward look, but he just gave you a reassuring smile as he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. the cameras rolled as you climbed stiffly into bed together, maintaining a prim distance at first.

however, as soon as the crew lights winked off and you were left in intimate shadows, cheol’s touch grew bolder. his arm snaked more fully around you, hand skimming along your curves as he tugged you flush against his solid frame and he watched your face for approval.

"just go with it for the cameras," he murmured in your ear, making you shiver at the feel of his warm breath fanning your neck.

you gave a shaky nod, trying to ignore the rampant spiraling spawning low in your belly from his nearness. but as the man next to you nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a contented sigh, you felt yourself instinctively relaxing into his embrace.

before long, the camera crew was dismissing themselves, leaving you and seungcheol tangled together intimately. you started to pull away, murmuring about giving him some space, but his arms only tightened around you.

“stay," he rumbled in that deep velvety tone that made heat curl low in your belly. "please. just for tonight."

you couldn't help but overthink the situation as you lay cocooned in seungcheol’s strong arms later that night. his slow, even breathing tickled the nape of your neck as he slumbered peacefully behind you.

this whole scenario - cuddling intimately, sharing a bed, his persistent insistence that you stay - it was quickly becoming difficult for you to differentiate reality and the fake of your friendship, or whatever you could call it.

realistically, there was no way seungcheol actually had romantic feelings for you, right? you were just some virtual stranger he'd been assigned to act affectionate towards for the sake of entertainment.

no, you reasoned to yourself, cheol was simply an incredibly dedicated performer who happened to be devastatingly good-looking. he was merely playing the role of an infatuated newlywed husband exceptionally well. all those lingering looks, the electrifying touches, the way he'd pulled you insistently into his embrace - it was just him staying committed to the act. you were just a tolerable person for him to pretend to be married to for the cameras. that’s all this was. if you started projecting more meaning onto your partner’s actions, reading into lingering touches and heated glances, you'd only end up getting your hopes up and complicating things.

chewing your lip, you willed yourself not to dwell on the intimacy of your current position - pressed snugly back against his toned chest, legs tangled together, breaths mingling. it didn’t mean anything. he was just...really, really good at making this fake marriage feel real.

you lay there for a long while, keenly aware of every rise and fall of seungcheol’s chest against your back, the whisper of his warm breath fanning your nape. his arm was a solid, heated band around your waist, anchoring you to his slumbering form.

carefully, you began extracting yourself from his arms, trying not to rouse him. he made a soft grumbling sound of protest as you slipped out of bed, his arm reflexively tightening for a moment before falling away. you froze, watching him with bated breath, but he merely rolled onto his back with a gusty sigh, face relaxing back into peaceful slumber.

for a long moment, you simply stood there drinking in the sight of him - all tousled ebony hair, chiseled features, lips slightly parted as he slumbered. your heart gave a powerful thud, desperate longing temporarily overwhelming rationality.

then, you wrenched your gaze away, wrapping your arms around yourself as you crept towards the door on soft feet and went to your separate bedroom. this was for the best. putting some distance between you before things inevitably became more tangled and awkward.

—

day 12:

"you’re burning it!" seungcheol suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the pan on the stove where the sauce was starting to smoke.

by late afternoon, you were both working on preparing dinner in the kitchen. the producers had given you a complex recipe to follow, and the pressure was mounting. seungcheol was chopping vegetables while you tried to manage the stove, but things weren't going as planned.

you glanced over, feeling flustered. "i know, i know! i’m trying to fix it!"

"well, you need to do it faster! we can't serve burnt food," he retorted, his tone sharper than you expected.

you felt a surge of irritation. "why don't you come over here and do it then if you're so concerned?"

seungcheol put down the knife he was holding, his jaw tightening. "i’m just trying to help. there’s no need to get defensive."

you turn off the stove and face him, your frustration boiling over. "it feels like you're criticizing everything i’m doing. this is supposed to be fun but—“ you sigh.

seungcheol’s expression softened slightly, but he didn't back down. "i’m not trying to criticize you. i’m just stressed because i want this to turn out well. we’re both under a lot of pressure.”

his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. you felt a warmth bloom in your cheeks, a prickling awareness that transcended the confines of the tiny kitchen. it wasn't just the heat from the stove anymore; it was the sudden, electrifying tension that crackled between you.

whatever this "show marriage" was quickly becoming, it was growing increasingly difficult to remember it wasn't real.

his gaze held yours, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. was it just the stress of the competition, or was there something more? maybe it was the way his thumb brushed against yours as he reached for a spatula, a touch that lingered a beat too long. maybe it was the way his voice seemed to drop an octave whenever he spoke directly to you.

the air grew thick, the playful banter of the morning replaced by a charged silence. you weren't talking simply about cooking anymore. this felt like something more, something simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

suddenly, a loud clang from the living room shattered the spell. the cameraman had accidentally knocked over a vase, the sound breaking the intimate bubble you'd somehow created. seungcheol offered a grin of reconciliation, the tension momentarily broken.

as you both cleaned up the broken vase, a playful jab exchanged here and there, you couldn't shake the feeling that cheol’s feelings for you mirrored your own. maybe it was just wishful thinking, fueled by the close proximity and manufactured intimacy of the show. but a tiny, hopeful spark ignited within you. perhaps, just perhaps, this fake marriage could be a gateway into something else.

the air crackled with an unspoken apology after your argument in the kitchen. the rest of the day was filmed in a tense silence, punctuated only by the polite pleasantries expected for the cameras. seungcheol stole glances at you every now and then, his gaze laced with regret, but you studiously avoided his eyes.

dinner was a quiet affair, the weight of the fight hanging heavy between you. as the last crew member packed up their equipment and said their goodbyes, a heavy sigh escaped seungcheol’s lips. you remembered you only had two more days left with him before you parted ways and continued your daily, busy lives.

you lean against the doorframe of cheol’s assigned bedroom. he’s reading something foreign and doesn’t notice your presence at first. "hey," you started hesitantly, the artificiality of your fabricated married life suddenly feeling suffocating. he looked up, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before.

"i shouldn't have snapped at you," he said, his voice rough. "this whole thing... the pressure, the cameras... it just — you know, gets to me sometimes.”

you understood. the world only saw the polished, perfect idols on stage, not the stress and anxieties that gnawed at them behind the scenes. partially this show felt like a risk of balance between speculation and approval. “i know," you admitted softly, surprised at the tremor in your voice. "it gets to me too."

silence settled again, but this time it wasn't tense. it was a comfortable quiet, an unspoken understanding blooming between you.

you took a seat on the mattress and asked him what he was reading.

“amour,” he says, flipping the book over to show you the cover.

“amour?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "isn’t that french for love?"

cheol rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "yeah, it is. found it at the airport bookstore. it’s about a journalist who travels around france asking people about love."

a playful glint sparked in your eyes. "funny," you said, tracing the title with your finger, “didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

a wry smile tugged at the corner of seungcheol's lips. "maybe i’m just curious," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur that made you nervous. "especially after all this... 'pretend' marriage stuff." he paused, his gaze flickering from the book to your face. "maybe the line between pretending and feeling is a little more blurry than we thought."

he words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. the playful banter you'd used as a shield these past 2 weeks suddenly felt inadequate. you met his gaze, the air crackling with a new kind of tension.

"maybe it is," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

the glint in your eyes softened into something deeper, something that mirrored the sudden intensity in cheol’s gaze. he set his book down on the nightstand with a soft thud, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence that had descended upon the room.

he took a slow movement towards you across the bed, his eyes searching yours with a depth that made your breath catch. you could practically feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, a question your heart already knew the answer to. there was a palpable tension between you, an invisible thread pulling you closer.

without another word, seungcheol closed the remaining distance between you. his hand reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. his thumb brushed against your soft skin, a gentle caress that spoke volumes. it was as if he was trying to communicate everything he felt in that simple touch, the unspoken emotions and the growing connection between you.

his eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, asking for permission without uttering a single word. you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, your heart pounding in your chest.

then, he leaned in. the kiss was hesitant at first, a soft exploration that tasted of unspoken longing and a newfound vulnerability. hips lips were warm and tender against yours, moving with a gentleness that made your heart ache and charged with the electricity of forbidden desire and the sweetness of a connection that transcended the cameras and the manufactured reality of your "marriage."

as the kiss deepened, seungcheol’s other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. you responded instinctively, your hands sliding up to rest on his broad shoulders. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. the kiss grew more passionate, an unspoken promise of the bond forming between you.

his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. the heat of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own. every touch, every movement was filled with a mix of tenderness and urgency, a dance of emotions that neither of you could deny any longer.

in one swift movement, seungcheol lifted you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you securely. the sudden shift made you gasp, breaking the kiss momentarily. he took advantage of your parted lips, diving back in with a new intensity. his hand tangled in your hair, gripping it roughly as he deepened the kiss. the raw hunger in his actions satisfied a need you’d had since the moment you met him and ignited a new thirst in you for more than a kiss.

his lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your jaw and neck. seungcheol’s breath was warm against your skin, each kiss sending shivers down your spine. "cheol-ie," you breathed out, your voice shaky with desire. "i’ve needed you so bad.”

he groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating through you and making your core tighten with need. "you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you babygirl,” he murmured, his voice rough with longing. the nickname makes you feel weak in his arms as they roam over your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

you began to move against him, grinding your hips down on his lap. the friction elicited a deep, guttural moan from his chest, his grip on your hair tightening. his lips continued their path along your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. each touch, each kiss, was driving you both closer to the edge.

your hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours and see the body you’d thought about and fantasized about at the pool. his muscles tensed under your touch, and he let out another low groan. the sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you grind harder against him.

feeling the need for more, you reached for the hem of your top, and without hesitation, cheol’s hands followed suit, helping you remove the garment until it fell forgotten to the floor. his eyes drank in the sight before him, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through you. with a passion that matched your own, he leaned in to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, his movements urgent and commanding.

seungcheol’s hands moved to your breasts, his touch sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. his lips followed suit, trailing hot kisses down your neck and collarbone before finding their way to your exposed skin. the sensation of his warm mouth on your sensitive flesh made you gasp, a moan escaping your lips as you arched into his touch.

as he sucked and massaged your breasts with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you couldn't help but whine his name, the sound echoing in the room like a symphony of desire.

his only response was a deep, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through you.

cheol’s hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements and matching your rhythm. the sensation of his hardness pressing against you was intoxicating, heightening the desire coursing through your veins. “i need you," he whispered hoarsely against your neck, his breath hot and heavy.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. the intensity you saw there took your breath away. "i need you too, cheol," you whispered back, your voice filled with the same raw need.

"show me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative tone. "show me how much you want me."

you bit your lip and your mind was urging you to shed the last remnants of clothing separating you from seungcheol’s touch. with a sense of urgency, you sat up, for just a moment to rid yourself of your pajama shorts and panties. he gently helped you slip out of the remainder of your clothes until you were completely bare in front of him.

as you returned to straddle him, seungcheol’s eyes darkened with possessiveness, his slightly dumbfounded gaze raking over your exposed form with undisguised lust. you reached for his hand, guiding it to where you needed him most.

his fingers moved in circles with a skill and reverence that bordered on worship. as he teased and caressed you with one hand, his other grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into his orbit.

"cheol," you gasped, your voice filled with need as his touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. "pl-please, want you inside of me..”

his response was a low, guttural growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he pressed his fingers against your throbbing center, the sensation driving you crazy, and leaned against your ear, “i know angel, i know, need to prep you.”

he slipped two long fingers inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. you couldn't help but arch impossibly back into his touch, a high pitched moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely. his fingers curled inside you and slipped in and out, stretching you and sending waves of pleasure over you that you could feel building closer and closer to your climax.

cheol pulled your face closer to his by your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and whispered in his deep voice words of praise, “you’re so good for me.” his voice was rough in responsive to your obedience.

“such a good girl.”

the words sent a thrill through you, and your breathing that had gotten more quick by the second let all the air escape from your lungs as you completely gave in to the sensations in your body. you reached your peak screaming his name and collapsing onto the bed with your back. now on top of you, cheol guided you down from your high, and his movements became slower and more gentle until his fingers pulled out of you.

you felt his hand move to your lips, gently pressing against them. with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, you parted your lips, allowing cheol to guide his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“that’s it babygirl,” he said, a low groan escaping his lips. the sight of you, so willing and eager for his touch, only fueled the fire burning inside of him. he pulls his fingers from your mouth to press gentle kisses on your lips and your cheek - a sharp contrast from the intensity that had taken over him before.

as the passion of the moment continued to build, you couldn't help but notice the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh. seungcheol’s arousal was evident, his desire matching your own in its fervor. a surge of need washed over you, and you found yourself craving him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

desperation clawed at your insides, urging you to beg for him, to plead with him to take you in his arms and fuck you until you saw stars. but as you glanced into his eyes, you saw a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of fear lurking beneath the surface.

you reached for him, your fingers tracing the outline of his arousal through his pants. the intensity of his desire was palpable, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. you wanted him, needed him, in a way that bordered on obsession. but as you moved to undo his pants, you felt him hesitate, his hands shaking slightly. "i…i don’t know if i can," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with a sigh.

you whispered, your voice soft and filled with sincerity. "i want this, with you."

a flicker of relief flashed across his features, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your words. but the worry still lingered in his eyes, the fear of causing you pain evident in every line of his expression. he reached down to free his member from the confines of his sweatpants, discarding the clothing with a swift movement. as his length sprang free, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight before you. he was almost comically big, his arousal standing proudly against his abdomen, thick and pulsing with desire.

a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through you as you watched him, desire pooling low in your belly. you couldn't help but wonder how he was going to fit inside of you, the thought sending a thrill of anticipation racing through you. seungcheol reached for his wallet on the nightstand, retrieving a condom with practiced ease and slipped it on.

cheol lifted your legs over his head, moving himself between them, a gasp escaped your lips at the sudden change in position. you felt him slowly enter you, his size stretching you in a way that was both exhilarating and slightly painful. the stretch stung, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through your body, but it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. he had to be the biggest you'd ever had, filling you completely and leaving you breathless with desire.

“‘s-so big,” was all you could breathe out with awe in your voice.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured with both hands holding your legs over his shoulder so he could stretch you out as much as possible. bottoming out, he studied your face for signs of discomfort and deciding he could move. as seungcheol began to thrust gently at first, you felt his movements cautious and tender, as if he were testing the waters. each slow push and pull sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, his size stretching you in ways that ignited a fire deep within.

“feels so fucking good, your perfect pussy…” he groans into your neck.

you couldn't help but vocalize how good you felt as well, “don’t stop baby, please.”

something about that nickname makes his movements became more urgent, more desperate, as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of being inside you. with each thrust, you felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. his thrusts became rougher, more dominant, as he took control of the rhythm. with a growl of desire, he reached for your throat, his grip firm but not constricting.

the sensation of his hand around your neck sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you, the combination of pleasure and pain driving you wild with desire. "who makes you feel this good?" he demanded, his voice rough with need.

you gasped at the sensation, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "you," you screamed, your voice filled with rawness. "It's you, cheol."

he flipped you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you perfectly for him to take you from behind. you gasped at the sudden change in position, the feeling of vulnerability and excitement coursing through you. but before you could react, seungcheol’s hands were on you, grabbing your ass possessively as he pulled you towards him. the sensation of his grip on your flesh sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, curved for him to hit your perfect angle.

as you thought you couldn't take any more, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pulling you back towards him with a force that left you breathless. “want you to be mine..” he choked out, his words claiming you.

“‘m yours," you gasped, your voice surrendering yourself completely. with a final, desperate thrust, cheol buried himself deep inside you, sending you both hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. pleasure exploded through every nerve ending in your body as you both reached the peak together, your cries of passion mingling in the air as you rode out the waves of bliss together.

seungcheol slowly withdrew from you and as you caught your breathe, he removed the condom, discarding it thoughtfully before turning his attention back to you. his demeanor shifted, his previous intensity giving way to a tender concern. leaning in, he pressed soft kisses to your tired face, his touch gentle and reassuring. "are you okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern as he traced a soothing hand along your sweaty cheek.

you nodded, a contented smile gracing your lips as you bask in the warmth of his affection.

he tenderly cleaned you with a warm, damp cloth that he quickly fetched from the bathroom, his movements gentle and careful as he ensured tour comfort. once satisfied, he disposed of the cloth and returned to your side, pulling the covers over the both of your naked bodies.

you lay in each other's arms, the quiet of the room enveloping them like a comforting embrace. the air was filled with a sense of contentment but also questions rang through your mind. unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you spoke up. "cheol, earlier... did you mean what you said?" you asked, her voice tentative yet filled with hope.

seungcheol turned to you, his gaze soft yet filled with meaning. “every word," he replied, his voice steady and sure. “if you want — then you’re mine, and i’m yours.”

your mind buzzed with uncertainty and you sigh, snuggling closer to him. the realization that your time together on the show was fleeting weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the intimacy you had shared.

"seungcheol," you begin, switching from the nickname you’d been using. “i can’t help but wonder...after filming ends, what happens to us? we haven't known each other for long, and...” you gnawed at your lip, “what if we’re just caught in the moment?”

his expression faltered, a flicker of hurt flashing across his features at your words. he had been so certain of your connection, so confident in the depth of your feelings for each other, that your doubts came as a painful blow.

he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "caught in the moment?" he repeated, his voice filled with an anxiety-ridden tone you had never heard before. "is that really what you think this is?"

your chest clenched at the anguish in seungcheol’s eyes, the weight of your words settling heavily between the two of you. you hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't realized the impact your doubts would have on him.

"no, seungcheol, that's not what i meant," you hurried to explain, sitting up — your voice thick with regret. "i just... i’m scared. scared that what we have isn't enough to survive once the cameras stop rolling."

seungcheol sat up, shoulders slumped, the weight of your uncertainty pressing down on him like a boulder. "i need some time to think," he said, his voice strained. without another word, he stood up, dressed himself with the clothes he’d discarded on the floor as you protested, and left the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the silence.

you curled up under the covers, the emptiness of the room amplifying the loneliness you felt.

—

day 13:

the next morning dawned with a heavy sense of awkwardness hanging in the air. as you emerged from your room, the weight of last night’s conversation still pressed on your chest. cheol was already in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he prepared breakfast. the usual warmth and easy smiles were conspicuously absent.

"good morning," you said softly, trying to break the tension.

"morning," he replied flatly, not turning to face you. his tone was distant, a stark contrast to the intimate moments you had shared just hours before.

breakfast was a quiet affair, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. every clink of cutlery felt amplified, every glance avoided a reminder of the rift that had formed.

filming started shortly after, the crew bustling around to set up the day’s scenes. you and seungcheol went through the motions, but the chemistry that had once made your interactions effortless now felt forced. the cameras captured your strained smiles and awkward pauses, the tension between you palpable.

by the end of the day, the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved tension was nearly unbearable. as the crew packed up and the lights dimmed, you felt a deep sense of despair settle in. the connection that had once felt so strong now seemed fragile.

the newly familiar routine of brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas felt strangely hollow without seungcheol’s presence by your side. as you slipped under the covers, the cool sheets seemed to amplify the emptiness of the space beside you.

—

day 14:

the next day dawned with a sense of finality, the knowledge that it was the last day of filming adding a layer of bittersweet tension to the air. you went through your morning routine mechanically, each action feeling heavy with the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved emotions between you and your fake husband.

the filming started early, the crew bustling around to capture the last few scenes of your time together. you and seungcheol interacted politely, tension still lingering. you found yourself stealing glances at him, wishing for a moment alone to bridge the gap, but the demands of filming left little room for personal conversations. the day moved swiftly, and before you knew it, it was time for the post-show interview.

—

post-show interview:

you sat in the brightly lit room, the camera trained on you as the producer asked the final questions. the weight of the moment pressed on you, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

interviewer: "so, how do you feel now that the show is ending?”

her voice was gentle but probing.

you paused, considering your words carefully. "its been an amazing experience," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i’ve learned so much about myself and about what i want in a relationship. and...i’ve come to care for seungcheol deeply. more than i expected."

the interviewer leaned in, sensing the depth of your emotions.

interviewer: “can you elaborate on that? how has your relationship with seungcheol evolved?"

you nodded, your heart pounding. "at first, it was just about getting to know each other, but as the days went by, i found myself feeling…a certain way about him. he’s kind, supportive, and has this way of making me feel seen and valued. i’ve realized that i fell for him and that my feelings were real.”

a pang of regret hit you, remembering your doubts and the hurt in cheol’s eyes. you wondered if you should share your feelings fully, fearing the consequences of the media. but then, you decided—if there was a chance that he would see this interview when the show aired, perhaps he would understand the depth of your feelings and know that you regretted your words.

“i’ve fallen for seungcheol," you confessed, your voice breaking slightly. "and i regret the doubts i voiced. i wish i could take them back. i hope... i hope he can see how much he means to me."

the interviewer smiled softly, sensing the raw emotion in your words and the scoop she had just gotten. “thank you for sharing that," she said gently. "it’s clear that this experience has been transformative for you."

—

the weeks after the show wrapped up were a whirlwind of activity as you dived back into your work. your agency had announced a comeback, and preparations were in full swing, leaving little time for anything else. yet, despite the hectic schedule, thoughts of seungcheol lingered in the back of your mind, a constant undercurrent to your busy days. you cherished the rare quiet moments in your dorm, where you could catch up with your girl friends or simply relax. even during these times, you found yourself checking your phone, hoping for a message from the person you longed for. as the days passed with no word, a sense of uncertainty grew, mingled with the hope that he would reach out once the show aired.

when the show finally did air, you watched your post-show interview with bated breath, wondering how seungcheol would react. the raw honesty of your confession, the vulnerability you had shown, left you feeling exposed but kept you waiting next to your phone.

then, the call came. hearing cheol’s voice, filled with emotion and understanding, was like a balm to your weary heart. his words of reconciliation and his desire to give your relationship a real chance were everything you had hoped for. the prospect of meeting him off-camera, to explore your connection without the pressures of the show, filled you with a renewed sense of excitement and somewhat worry.

the next day, you found yourself standing outside a small, cozy café, your heart racing with anticipation. the door opened, and there he was—your same old cheol, looking just as nervous and hopeful as you felt.

he smiled as he saw you, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made your heart flutter. "hey," he said softly, stepping closer.

"hey," you replied, your voice quiet and your eyes watery.

without another word, he pulled you into a hug, holding you close. the warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of him, it all felt right.

you both sat down, ordering drinks and talking about everything and nothing. the conversation flowed easily, the tension from the show slowly melting away as you reconnected on a deeper, more personal level.

"i’ve been thinking about you every day," he confessed, his hand reaching out to cover yours. "i want to explore this, see where it leads. no cameras, no scripts—just us."

you nodded, tears of happiness glistening in your eyes. "i want that too, cheol. i want us to have a real chance."

as seungcheol and you left the café, a small crowd had gathered outside, eager to catch a glimpse of the two of you together. camera flashes illuminated the sidewalk as fan-sites and news networks alike snapped photos, their interest palpable in the air. reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into a cacophony of speculation about your relationship.

online, netizens dissected every detail, analyzing photos and videos from the show and your recent café outing. comments and posts flooded social media platforms, with hashtags trending worldwide. the public's curiosity and excitement seemed to know no bounds as they speculated about the nature of your relationship.

cheol took to his instagram, posting a photo of the two of you holding hands outside the café with a quote from “amour,” the novel he had read previously.

— “ there will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. “

—

end.

DO IT SLOW, FORGET THE TIME — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento + geto suguru

♱ warnings — f!reader, all characters written 22+, foreplay, cunninglingus, 69, m!receiving oral, teasing, pussyjob. / note. sob it seems like so long since i’ve written 4 jjk so here u go <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it’s intoxicating the way gojo presses you against the counter in the kitchen, mouthing along the column of your throat while two of his fingers trace and tease along the waistband of your panties.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you just an inch of what you really want — need, until you’re trying to inch him deeper with small little thrusts of your hips. every needy little movement makes him chuckle, low and long against your throat before he’s suckling kisses along the skin and pulling back to give you one of his more handsome smirks.

“oh, does my sweet girl need something?” gojo goads as he narrows his eyes at you, tracing his tongue along his lower lip and if he wasn’t so pretty you’d roll your eyes and push him off.

“i need you.” you gasp, it’s all you can offer with the desire that twists in your abdomen and the heat between your thighs, but he gives into you— as always. the first press of his fingers underneath your panties is deliberate, hard against the swollen bud of your clit as you grab along his shoulders.

“oh yeah? gotta make sure you’re ready f’ me, wouldn’t wanna hurt you, sweet thing.” gojo’s movements are intoxicating, every twist of his wrist makes you twitch as he rubs at your clit with two fingers, pressing kisses along your features with every pretty whine that drips from your lips.

“need more.” you’re so desperate, grinding up into his touch before he’s tracing lower and sinking his fingers into you, hissing when he’s not met with much resistance. every draw back of his hand is deliberately slow before he pushes back into you, palm pressing against your clit as he looks over you through the snowy peaks of his hair.

“oh, sound real sweet like this.” gojo grits and his cock throbs with every needy twitch of your walls around him because he wants nothing more than to feel you hug tight around it. your features break into something beautiful as he presses against the swollen spots inside of you, and you feel him smear wet kisses along your jawline as your head drops back to moan.

“hm, but i know you can gimme more, sweet girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

“fuuck, baby! feels so good, wanna cum.” itadori groans from where he’s got your pussy pressed against his mouth, messily dragging and rolling his tongue along your clit as his hips twitch into you. his arms curl around your hips as you sit on his face, facing away from him as you swallow and choke around his cock.

you can feel the way he’s already throbbing against your tongue, chasing his own pleasure as he draws out yours — your boyfriends always been a giver and you know he loves nothing more than the taste of you on his tongue. but he already feels so fucking close with the way your grinding down onto him as you push his cock deeper at the time, choking around the thick head until you’re pulling back to breathe.

“again, baby.. p-please.” itadori’s flushed and fucked out as his fingers twitch in your ass, dragging you along his tongue as his face shakes lightly between your thighs. he almost chokes when he feels you take a languid, slow handful of his balls before you squeeze — knocking the air out of his lungs as his next groan sends a sweet vibration through your clit.

it’s almost instinctive, the first slow roll of his hips when you wrap your lips around his cock again — pushing himself deeper as you open up your throat for the first thick push of him. you let him set a pace as he whimpers and whines beneath you, thrusting into the tight hug of your throat until you’re choking lightly around him.

it’s messy, the way itadori’s pace increases as he fucks his cock into your mouth, and it only seems to up his own movements as he drinks up everything you give to him eagerly — shamelessly slurping and smacking at your pussy between long, needy moans of your name.

“fuuck— feels soo good, please.. w-want you to cum with me, baby.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi feels like he’s in fucking heaven as you straddle his lap right now, rubbing your slick folds along the sensitive shaft of his cock as his hands almost curl into fists at your side. he feels dizzy with every press of your mouth against his, tongue pushing messy along yours and he thinks he’s might actually pass out.

“do you.. fuck—do you wanna go further or keep doing t-this?” he gasps, almost groans with the next intoxicating twist of your hips along his — your pace stuttering when his own instinctively twitch up to grind his cock closer.

“this feels good, is that okay?” you reply, pretty and breathy, and megumi can’t nod his head fast enough before he’s melting back into you. your pussy feels like fucking silk against the sensitive glands of his cock, he’s throbbing against your slick folds and you’re teasing him with the entrance to your tight walls with every draw back of your hips.

“t-this is good.” he finally manages to swallow before his hands are twitching into your sides to drag you along the length of him, every twitch and squeeze of your thighs around him only draws him closer and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough when he pulls you into kiss you.

it’s messy and breathless, soft pants and whines of your name buried in every twist of your lips as he thrusts up to meet your movements. megumi’s eyes almost roll back when he feels your fingers smooth through his hair before they twist in the roots to pull, making his pace stutter as he mumbles low and ragged against your lips.

“don’t wanna stop anyway, i-it feels too good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami thinks you look like a fucking angel between his thighs right now, suckling wet kisses up the sides of his cock as he throbs against your lips. it was normally him, the one getting lost between your thighs but he’d had a particularly long day at work and you were always so eager to make him feel better.

you give him a look from underneath your pretty lashes before you close your lips around the head and suck lightly, and he can’t help but let his lips part to groan — trying to ignore the warmth along his thighs that threatens to make him twitch.

every roll of your tongue along the thick shaft has nanami like putty in your hands before you relax your throat, pushing yourself deeper to take more of him as his palm rests gently on the back of your head. you choke and splutter around him the deeper you go and he feels his next exhale quake in his lungs with how good you feel.

“god, sweetheart.“ nanami groans, low and shameless as he lets his hand gently push your hair back from your face, letting him take in how pretty you look with your lips wrapped around his cock as a crystalline tear trails down your cheeks, but he catches it.

he feels you swallow again before he instinctively grinds his hips deeper into you, losing himself in the saccharine squeeze of your throat around him before you begin your slow, wet disconnect. your spit trails along the silky skin of his shaft and your lips are swollen but he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

nanami grunts as you return to suckling at the tip, swiping away the beads of precum that gather there as your hand pumps your spit along the length of him. the next press of his fingers is light as it rests against your cheek before he looks at you, sending you a gentle smile despite the way his chest rises and falls quickly with every ragged breath.

“you are so good for me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

“does that feel good, pretty girl.. yeah?” geto grunts from where he’s pressing deep between your thighs, his words a long, low drawl that makes you whine as he buries it into your slick folds. he knows it feels good, if it wasn’t obvious with the way your slick smears along his cheeks and chin, mixing with his own spit as he gives your pussy another greedy slurp.

he gives you a handsome smirk when he pulls away to raise a brow at you, urging you to answer his question as he lets two of his fingers trace through your folds to spread you lewdly. “can’t hear you..” he slurs, half-hormone drunk on the saccharine taste of you on his tongue before his eyes leave your pretty pussy and are back on you.

“mhm! feels good, sugu.” you gasp and you can tell geto’s pleased with your answer when he buries himself back into you, humming like he’s convinced with the next mindless roll of his tongue along your clit.

“fuck— i love when you call me that, princess.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone when you feel his large palms press against the underside of your thighs, pushing them closer to your chest until you’re spread out and on show for him, but his sharp gaze still remains looking up at you.

“come on, tell me you’re my pretty girl.” geto groans, teases as he smacks and mouths at your pussy, pushing his tongue past your twitching hole to seek out more of you. every pulse of your walls around him makes his heavy cock throb against the mattress before his fingers twitch in the skin of your thighs.

everything about him was dangerously intoxicating, and you already feel so close with the way he’s working your body — making you melt into the mattress with every roll of his tongue along your sweetest spots. “im—im your pretty girl.” you gasp, so wound up and geto pulls away to give you another smirk before he’s leaning down and pouting his lips to let his spit smear along your clit, cleaning it up a few moments later with another pleased hum.

“mmm, yeah you are. real fucking pretty.” 

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

BITE MY TONGUE — toji fushiguro.

ABOUT: upon paying a visit to your local tattoo parlour, you leave more than satisfied.

WARNINGS: sub fem reader, tattoo artist au, overuse of petnames, tiddy sucking, finger sucking, body writing, teasing, talk of toji being a bad dad.

WORDS: 2.5k.

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"what can i do ya for, princess?"

though you rolled your eyes at the pet name, your stomach did a flip as the attractive, inky haired individual posed the question. instead of thinking up a clever retort, you merely shook his flirtatious smirk off and explained your ideas for the intricately detailed floral arrangement that you wished to have tattooed on your sternum.

"got any other tats, doll? it's gonna hurt, better make sure y'r prepared."

"yes," you mumbled weakly, finding yourself somewhat intimidated as toji stood up from his chair. his sheer size was frightening, and his black tank top that revealed his own heavily tattooed skin did nothing to soften the man's image.

"don't be nervous; i don't bite. follow me and we'll get ya set up. name's toji, by the way."

you trailed few steps behind him, eyes flickering between the dark lines adorning his skin. you could make out different sized depictions of koi fish and dragon scales, of pagodas and spider lilies. there was even some lettering in amongst the patterns — you assumed that they were the names of those important to him: "megumi" and "tsumiki".

he led you to a backroom and motioned for you to take a seat as he started to set up his station. toji pulled out a folder full of his premade sketches and, lo and behold, you fell in love at first sight. looking up to him with your wide and bright doe eyes, you explain precisely what you wanted as well as placement.

"i'm gonna need ya to take your shirt off, doll," toji instructed, "gotta look at where i'll be tattooin'."

heat rushed to your cheeks at the question, shrouding you with embarrassment. you knew that you'd have to get topless in order to get your desired tattoo, but you hadn't imagined that the artist would be so darn attractive. it took him looking away, busying himself with his inks before you could muster up the courage to slip your shirt over your head. it left you clad in your lacy pink bra that perfectly complimented your skin tone, or at least that's what toji thought. he had to maintain his professional composure, however, you were making it incredibly difficult.

"bra too, sweetheart," he requested, "i can give ya some pasties if ya want, but i gotta see that skin,"

you debated his offer, though ultimately declined — they wouldn't make a massive difference anyways. leaning forward in your chair as you reached around to unhook your bra, only to fumble with the clasp.

"need a hand there?" toji smirked, an empty offer masquerading as a sleazy joke. he hadn't anticipated for you to say yes.

you'd have his hands on you at some point, so why not allow him to help? toji's large hands made quick work of your bra, skillful fingers unhooking it. in an attempt to alleviate your nervousness, you tried to make small talk with the man - but what came out was certainly not what you intended.

"it looks like you're quite experienced at this," you stuttered as soon as the words left your lips, wishing to suck them back in. toji cocked a brow as he looked at you, wondering if you'd really just made a comment on how experienced with women you perceived him to be.

"i- i mean- your tattoos! not, umm, anything else!" you spluttered, mentally cursing at yourself.

"i've done my fair share." he chuckled, loving how flustered you already were. "tattoos and women, that is."

you truly couldn't decipher the seriousness behind his tone, even wondering if he was mocking you. "i, erm, i think i'll go. . ." you mumbled as you reached for your discarded shirt.

"come on now, sweetheart! i'm only messing with ya. it's all business here. . ." he gave you that look, as if sizing you up, before adding a barely audible "unless ya ask nicely."

you allowed yourself to listen, getting yourself comfortable in the chair, and toji began preparing you as he did all of his clientele. the pair of you just made small talk for the time being, mostly him talking about his own tattoos and how he got into the business, including sharing that the names on his back were of his children. that line in particular made your heart drop, because of course a guy this attractive was already in a relationship.

"i bet both your kids think you're the coolest," you replied, shivering slightly as toji's calloused hands graze over your sensitive skin. "you know, having a tattoo artist for a dad."

"wouldn't know," he responded flatly. "both live with their mothers; i jus' see 'em every now and then. it's better that way, i guess — ain't go no asshole to fuck 'em up."

"oh," you really weren't expecting that revelation, let alone for him to be so open regarding such deeply personal details. "i'm sorry."

"'s fine, really."

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. you internally reprimanded yourself for ruining the atmosphere, and toji was left to dwell in thoughts of what could have been if it had worked out with his past lovers. it wasn't until the man accidentally brushed his hand over your nipple that the uncomfortable silence that had descended finally ceased. and for the third time during this short appointment, you begged for a mystical black hole to appear and to swallow you whole.

you moaned as toji's thumb danced over your skin, albeit for a brief moment. he looked at you in both shock and awe, amazed at how pretty your whimper sounded — imagine what he could do if he was actively trying to pleasure you. his confidence once again grew evident due to the smirk plastered on his features, akin to cheshire cat leering at you whilst you hurried to gather your things and leave.

"what's the rush, princess? got a hot date to get to?"

you didn't have anything to say, simply staring at the flooring as your face heated up in embarrassment.

"c'mon, i see the way ya look at me. you ain't foolin' no one, darlin'. now how about ya sit yourself back down and i can give ya a little bit more than a tattoo?"

he'd read you like an open book, even having picked up on the pet names that made your knees buckle most.

"if it's any consolation, sweetheart, i think y'r the prettiest thing that's ever walked into this shop."

and with that, toji inched towards you. his large hand cupped your cheek, caressing your soft skin. he gave you ample opportunities to push him away or to withdraw yourself, but you failed to make even the slightest indication of resistance as he moved to plant his lips on your own. you would have expected a man of his genre to be harsh and bitter, yet every little shift of each muscle was laced with a sincerity and gentleness that you hadn't felt before. kissing him back with a certain fervour, you could feel the corners of his lips turn upwards and the scarred skin around his lips graze over your own. 

toji’s hands found your tits, eagerly groping at your chest whilst paying extra close attention to your sensitive nipples. he took a moment to move his mouth downwards, trailing a line of sloppy kisses towards your stiff bud. you couldn’t hold back your whines as the man took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around and suckling lightly. instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, working to pull him closer to you. there was an evident bulge in his tight jeans, and you brushing against it drove toji absolutely feral as he ravaged your body. 

“fuck, princess,” he growled against your skin, his hand edging dangerously close to your waistband. your mind felt too hazy to conjure an adequate response, resorting to bucking your hips against toji’s hand. although he understood, he wanted to hear you say it. “big girl words, darlin’,”

a group of strangled moans and barely coherent pleas fell from your lips, only for toji to shoot you a playful yet threatening glare. “please…” you mumbled, looking away in embarrassment once again. “wan’ you to touch me, toji,”

“atta girl.”

and with that, toji shuffled you out of the rest of your clothing, not halting until you were fully bare underneath him. the slight cower you had perfectly contrasted the anticipation and lust present in your blown pupils that practically shone under the studio’s lighting. you crossed your arms over your chest, not liking feeling so exposed. toji wasn’t a fan of this, however, for he quickly scooped up your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand. the other moved between your legs, assessing how wet you already were for him. his thumb caught your clit as it moved over your arousal, eliciting a drawn out cry of his name. 

“you’re already drippin’, princess,” 

you opened your lips to retort but failed to utter a single sound before toji slipped his thumb into your mouth, commanding you to suck it clean. you followed his orders perfectly, looking up at him with the most innocent, wide eyes that you could muster. once satisfied, you released the digit with a lewd “pop!”.

“shit, baby,” 

without letting go of your wrists, toji used his free hand to shimmy down his jeans and boxers, revealing his heavy cock. it slapped against his stomach, standing tall and already leaking beads of pre. your eyes widened at the sight, wondering if the man actually planned on putting it in you.

as though he had sensed your concerns, toji positioned himself to rest his cock against your stomach, getting a view of just how deep he’d be inside of you. smirking once again, he couldn’t help himself from grabbing a marker from his tattoo station and drawing a line across your lower stomach, just above the tip of his cock. 

“ready f’me, hon?” he asked, waiting for you to nod your head before he sunk his cock deep into your cunt. it was a stretch at first, with toji going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt you. strings of curses filled the room, accompanied with the squelch of the man working his way into your cunt. his free hand sought out your swollen clit, alternating between massaging delicate circles and swiping side to side in order to see what you liked best.

by the time that toji had finally bottomed out inside of you, tears were brimming along your lash line. he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to better adjust to having his fat cock buried inside of you. 

"you know, darlin'," he began to muse, "you'd look real fuckin' cute with a tattoo here." 

toji picked up his marker once again, and sketched a small rose on the left side of your stomach. each stroke of his pen was done with precision and care; in that moment he was truly an artist painting his blank canvas. it took him a few minutes until he was done, asking you what you thought of it. 

"can always get ya something a little more slutty if ya want," he added before doodling on your inner thigh, and a set of butterflies soon appeared on your skin. at this point, you'd been cockwarming him for a while and were ready for him to fuck your brains out. this resulted in feeble attempts to buck your hips against toji. 

"stop fuckin' moving, sweetheart. i'll ruin that pretty little cunt of yours in a sec, yeah? just gimme five more minutes."

that five turned to ten, and ten to twenty. your entire body ached for an orgasm, and couldn't take toji's teasing any longer. at this point, he'd sketched a good few tattoos on your thighs, and was currently working on his pride and joy for you: a filthy womb tattoo, with intricate spirals linked to a heart in the centre. with a few final swishes of his pen, toji left you with his name written inside of the heart. 

as soon as you heard the clatter of him putting down the pen, your pussy clenched in anticipation. toji did consider asking you to beg for it, but you looked so fucking cute covered in his markings that he couldn't hold himself back for a moment longer. he slid all of the way out of your cunt and pushed all of the way back in, beginning with a slower pace. if it wasn't for his grip on your wrists, you would be dragging your nails down his muscular back. 

toji's balls slapped against the fat of your ass as he sped up a little bit, brushing over the sweet spot that made your back arch. "fuck, darlin', if ya keep squeezin' me like that, i ain't gonna last," 

even with such little effort, toji had you falling apart underneath him. you admired the flexing of his biceps as he used his grip on your wrists as leverage to fuck into you, beads of sweat running down them. because of how long he’d already been in you, both of you had heightened sensitivities and your respective orgasms were already on the horizon.

you’d been reduced to inaudible begs of “more”, unable to find the strength for anything else. you came with a cry, gushing all over toji’s cock. your cunt pulsed around him, sucking him in as though she was craving his cum. it took every ounce of self control for toji not to fill your pussy with his seed, as he instead opted for pulling out of you. although your babbles shifted to complaints at the loss of contact, the man released onto your lower stomach with a few languid pumps of his cock, defiling your pretty self with his thick, ivory ropes. 

he held you still for a moment before placing a kiss to your chest and putting himself back into his jeans: if it wasn’t for the sweat that stuck his raven hairs to his forehead, passers by wouldn’t have expected that anything else was up. meanwhile, you were left lying on his seat, covered in both his sketches and cum, completely nude - you’d even left a wet spot between your legs. toji worked to clean you up, quietly reassuring you that you were okay and praising you for having done such a good job for him. knowing that he couldn’t consciously tattoo you now, he offered to drive you home to make sure that you were safe. it was a simple gesture, the gravity of it only becoming clear upon realising exactly how out of character this was for him. 

toji had taken a liking to you, and the phone number that he’d left scrawled on your thigh showed as much. 

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𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ deepthroating feat. childe : scaramouche : dottore : pantalone : zhongli : diluc : arlecchino x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : deepthroating : strap-on (arlecchino)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

that low rumbling chuckle that escaped childe’s throat was almost sinister if anything, followed by the sight of your mouth full of his heavy cock, shutting you up in an instant. His hands would interlock themselves with the soft strands of your hair and snapping forward where he wanted to have his tip prod on the most, your throat. It’s so warm and firm, —he figures—, the way you’re flexing your muscles around his tip made a shiver run down his spine, he needed, no had to feel more.

Soft noises snapped himself back to reality once you hiccuped against his length, his pace lazy but steadily, not wanting to hurt you in any way either, you’ve been so good to him after all! Letting him just plunge into your throat like that was a gift from the heavens if he’s being honest. "you’re always so good to me." He’s repeatedly chanting this sentence with every bounce of his cock buried deep inside your throat. You were so full too! saliva dribbling down your chin and from the corners of your mouth while you breathed heavily out of your nose, hands slowly drawing circles over his thighs to reassure him that it’s okay and you can still take it. Like mentioned before, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way, you’re his love after all. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

the wet noises replacing the quietness of the room you were currently in with scaramouche. Body nestled in between his thighs while you were kneeling in front of him. He’s sputtering in between harsh sucks of your mouth, almost losing it whenever you hollow your cheeks to coax yet another deep groan out of him. He has got to change whatever was going on right now, more so he absolutely disliked not being in control of certain situations. His eyes locked gazes with your own, "you know how much I hate it when you tease me." he was careful with his words, barely a whisper if anything.

you, of course, weren’t able to answer because of being stuffed full with his cock, only nodding frantically before rolling your eyes back at the harsh snap of his hips inside of your wet mouth. Your throat would always grab him like a vice, —the feeling was to die for—. The saliva that pooled out of your mouth coating your face as you resorted to breathing through your nose due to the inability of doing it any other way. Scaramouche was happy now, "that’s better." he‘s cooeing that sentence with an almost pseudo friendly tone, slapping sounds of his pelvis remotely hitting you were now bouncing off the walls with great ease. Who knows, maybe if you were being extra obedient today, he’d return the favor to you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

"just like that." dottore's rough voice was turned into a soft whimpering once he sheathed himself deep inside your warm mouth, "this is what you‘re made for." you were only able to hiccup against his length as a way to respond, bobbing your face up and down his heavy member while your hands found their way to his round balls, —that were eagerly waiting for some attention from you—. His features were almost heaven like: painfully intimidating eyes locking gazes with your own glassy ones. He was just way too big for your mouth to fit in, deperately trying to spread your lips further for his girth to fit but you still had some troubles.

dottore only laughed at your pathetic whimpering, thinking that all your hopeless attempts to satisfy you would come in handy somehow later. His hands were tired of your slow pace as they nestled in between your hair strands, grabbing a fistful of them and pushing you down on his length until you hit his pelvis, nostrils filled with the musky scent of him as you tried your best to breathe out without gagging around his girth. His dark and audible chuckle, —that was barely hearable to anyone—, brushing over your ears and making you shiver. He wouldn’t wait any longer and fuck your throat, lolling his head back whenever he’d feel you clench around his heavy cock. You weren’t exactly surprised by his harsh behavior but didnt complain either, far too turned on by the way he used you as his own personal cock sleeve. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

Truth be told pantalone was rock hard all day, could barely wait before he can finally push himself deep inside your wet mouth. You were always so happy to please him after all! The first grunts fell off his throat at the haste intrusion of his fat cock in your mouth, setting up a lazy pace in the beginning. He wasn’t in for doing a lot most days since it wasn’t his job to satisfy his needs, it was yours. Today was different though, blame it on him being so fucking horny all day long but the second you circled your tongue over his girth and brushed over that one particular throbbing vein of his, he figured this just wasn’t doing it for him right now.

his balls were straining, tensing up and begging to spill his seed deep inside your throat, so he did the only rational thing in that moment, meaning he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you against his twitching length. The way you moaned at the sudden snap made you gag against his girth, the man above you almost seeing white if it wasn’t for his immense self control. You were eagerly bobbing his cock in and out of your mouth before he grinded himself deeper into you, holding you still while his swollen tip prodded against your throat.

You knew what was coming next, it was almost a bad habit of his but pantalone loved throat fucking you more than anything. "open up open up." He’s chanting lightly, —with that smile of his—, which always managed to make you shiver against his hold. The brutal pace he was going for now made your throat straincgreatly. You were trying to wrap your lips firmly against his girth while both his cum and your saliva dropped heavily down the floor, staining the carpet underneath you. He could feel his balls tighten as the knot from deep inside his gut finally broke, spilling his cum in thick spurts into your throat, the warm feeling of his seed calming you down as warm tears spread over your cheeks in the process.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

You know how thick his cock was, not to mention his heavy balls that would smack against you whenever he’d snap his hips forward into your warm mouth. The taste of his salty cum was coating both your tongue and throat, warmth filling your belly once it spilled down. Zhongli‘s eyes were scrunched shut, his cock heavily weeping inside of you and already making a mess while you eagerly played with his balls. It was almost unbearable for you to wait for him to cum deep inside your mouth and let you finally taste him! You couldn’t help it but grow addicted to his taste, it wasn’t too sweet but the saltiness was so easy on your tongue, dreaming about getting every last drop of the man that was hovering over you.

For a moment he pulled out and only left his tip in to retract himself to once more, —bury himself in your throat—. The quick movements were enough for you to get some taste of his salty pre-cum on your wet muscle, rolling your eyes back at it slowly covering your taste buds. "you‘re doing so good for me." biting that sentence out in an desperate tone, you did not know what made zhongli so riled up today but also didn‘t seem to care that he took it out on you. Truth be told you loved it whenever he was rough with you, —whenever he gritted his teeth when you circled your needy tongue over his girth—, that was way too big in the first place. Or whenever his body shivered and tightened once you shoot your eyes up at his gaze, watching him from under your lashes with all of his thick seed spilling out from the corners of your lips. Zhongli was sure he wouldn’t be that stressed after you were done with sucking him off so fucking nicely.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

Diluc was a busy man, as everyone knew by now. Yet even he had his needs that needed to be satisfied but none other than yourself. He was currently sitting on his leather chair that was located in his office. It was cold and the lights were dim yet here you were sheathed in between his thighs, sucking him off while kneading his balls with your warm hands. He missed that feeling so much, couldn’t remember the last time you went down on him like that. You breathed deeply from the man groaning above you, couldn’t help it but rub together your thighs too because of the sinful sounds he‘d always voice clearly from past his lips. "keep going." the lust in his voice was unable to be ignored, all he wanted was to spill his seed deep inside of you while also continuing to fuck you in a brutal pace.

Diluc bit back a moan before snapping his hips forward to meet your pace half way, finding refuge against your scalp to guide you over his cock now and haltering his movements once his pubic hair tickled your nose, musky scent filling your nostrils while you hiccuped from his girth. Everything felt so warm, so wet and sinful inside of your mouth, —he figured—, almost being reluctant to become addicted to the feeling you inflicted on him right now.

Your innocent eyes were watching him through underneath your brows, eyelashes stained with warm tears that ever so escaped your eyes, coating your cheeks in the process. It didn’t matter how often you’d suck him off, it’ll always strain your throat in the beginning, he was so fucking big it wasn’t fair. Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to fuck your throat like a toy, throwing his head back to feel you clench around his swollen tip. Diluc was sure after he spilled this seed deep inside of you, he’d be able to work more efficiently later on … or maybe he’ll actually spread you on his desk to fuck you for being such a good baby for him, he still needs to decide but ultimately goes for the latter.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢

If arlecchino decided to grace you with her body, she’d always go slow. Carefully exposing her figure for you, clothes dropping down the floor while she advanced towards your figure. For her, it wasn’t a choice, —but she needed to be in control—, wouldn’t want it any other way. It was always a matter of how you acted towards her as well though, not to mention that today in particular you weren’t obedient at all. Seemingly being bratty in front of her subordinates made her blood boil once she stood before you, a strap-on connected with her body which appeared sinfully and decorated her hips, reaching over to the soft curve of her ass. Archons, how you wanted to touch her right now, feel her up but arlecchino wasn’t in for it today.

Instead she advanced over to your face, prying open your mouth with her thumb to push herself inside of your warm mouth. It was way too big, you were desperately trying to spread your lips further before rolling your eyes back at the pleasure. "there isn’t a reason for me to play nice today." She’s calm with her voice, repeatedly prodding her tip over your throat to tease you, "right?" You groaned and looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering innocently at her but she wasn’t showing any signs of actually being gentle with you now.

At this point you were looking like a mess, make-up smushed over your face while she was throat fucking you so sinfully with her strap on, couldn’t help it but focus on every little whine that escaped past your mouth, if something other than your saliva was able to escape in the first place. Arlecchino continued to fuck into you roughly, each time making sure she’d grind herself harder against your throat and not stopping until you were a whining begging mess for her, apologizing for being so fucking bratty earlier.

5.5k event special

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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

06. kamo choso

the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. been real busy with school even if it's just my first week so this is unbeta-ed and may contain typos/grammatical errors. still, hope you enjoy!

(word count: 5,605)

(previous chapter)

"Can we see you do your wiggly-woos? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

This was his third time asking you today (and probably the hundredth time ever since you'd disclosed your powers). You rolled your eyes, "No. You'll just distract me, Satoru. And I need all the concentration I can get to remove the curse on Tsumiki-san."

With that, you shut the door in his face.

"But the wiggly-woos..." the blindfolded man pouted, pointing at a certain duo. "... Why is it that only those two can see it?" (By those two, he meant a still-awkward Suguru and a smug-looking Toji who were amongst those outside the room).

Nanami, who had grown tired of his constant whining, smacked his head and dragged him to a chair by the windows, where a napping Yuuji was seated. "Sit down, you idiot. Let her work in peace."

"Aww... and why can Megumi-chan stay in the room while I can't!?"

"That's because Megumi-kun's more behaved than you and won't keep pestering me!" you shouted from the other side of the door.

"..."

Silence. Finally.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

An anxious Megumi paced around the room, glancing at his comatose sister every once in a while. You hadn't done anything yet—and he's never seen your powers—but the first thing you did was place your hands on his shoulders, stopping him and assuring him.

"Megumi," you started, smiling at him. "Keep your thoughts down, m'kay? They're... getting kind of noisy in here and I can't help but hear it." You tapped your temples.

He averted his eyes guiltily, aware of your weird telepathic abilities, "... Sorry."

"Don't be, I understand why you're feeling this way." You patted his surprisingly soft hair, positioning yourself on Tsumiki's bedside. "Besides, she's your sister. I get it."

"..."

Noting that his brain and his mouth had gotten silent, you were about to begin extracting and breaking the curse when Megumi spoke again.

"You had a sister, too?"

You paused.

For five seconds, you paused. Numerous memories came rushing back to you. And then you slowly shook your head, a fond smile on your face as nostalgia came over you. "Maki-chan and Mai-chan... they're twins, hm?"

He blinked, not understanding, "Y-Yeah."

"I'm a twin," you quietly shared, staring at your wrinkled hands, stretching the fingers out. "I had a brother."

Had. That was the sole word Megumi noted. And with that look in your eyes, he could tell that your brother most likely had passed already. You had a brother. You were a twin.

"Ah."

You glanced at him, changing the mood, "Don't worry, Megumi-kun. You won't be losing Tsumiki-chan anytime soon while I'm here. I'll save her."

And you did.

Megumi watched with wide, fascinated eyes as wispy tendrils of crimson and black emerged from your curved fingers, entering his sister's temples. Slowly, but surely, that mark on her forehead dissipated. By the fifteenth minute of whatever magic you were doing, the cursed mark had completely vanished.

Within thirty minutes, Tsumiki had opened her eyes.

Megumi had never been more thankful to someone in his life. But for a moment, he saw the look in your eyes when he reunited with his sister. It was all joy and goodwill, only with the barest hint of melancholy.

The only other person who noticed it as you retreated into a corner of the room was Nanami. He wondered why you had that same weary look you wore when he spent dinner with you all those years ago, but didn't question it. Maybe Geto and Toji noticed, too—at home, you'd have brief bouts of strange sadness sometimes, yet they would never last for more than a a few seconds.

Majority of the time, you were all smiles and a ball of sunshine who just loved what she was doing. They never knew. Perhaps they would have seen the extent of your grief if a cursed spirit could grow and attach to you.

Yet even you could not control their fear.

Only your own.

"Momma?" You were broken out of your thoughts as Yuuji, now awake, approached you. The others were a bit too preoccupied with Tsumiki's awakening. "Are you okay?"

You hummed, "What do you mean, darling?"

"You've been staring into space for like, ten minutes..." the pink-haired boy frowned, observing you carefully. "Was using the wiggly-woo magic too hard on you? Do you need to rest, Mom?"

You shook your head, catching a glimpse of the for once-smiling Megumi and his sister speaking. Gojo was with them, talking, and right behind Gojo was Toji—murmuring in a surprisingly soft voice to his stepdaughter.

Over the course of a few weeks, Megumi and Toji really did try to mend their... broken relationship. Now that Megumi knew what his dad had been—an assassin-for-hire—he could somewhat understand why he had to leave their family. It may have been selfish, but he realized that Toji may have done it for their safety, too. So they tried. They really did try to make things work.

Gojo and Geto—who was seated beside Nanami, also watching everything unfold—were also in the process of reconciling (you'd practically teleported them to the KFC where they broke up and made them stay there for one entire day). After everything that happened to him with Kenjaku, Suguru no longer had much of an aim in life like he did when he was alive. Killing all non-jujutsu sorcerers seemed to be out of the question now. Seeing your power with his very eyes—and you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer—made him realize that there were lots of powerful things out there he didn't know. Things that were out of his control.

Geto and Toji were content just tagging along with you, helping around in your shop and living a much more peaceful and rewarding life.

Finally, you answered Yuuji after a moment of thought and kissed his forehead, hugging him. "I'm okay as long as all of you are okay, sweetie."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

He had no clue how you fucking did it. You, the elderly woman who owned that nice shop he and his schoolmates used to visit when they came to Tokyo. As far as he knew, you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer.

Hell, you didn't even have a single ounce of cursed energy.

But here he was, in a perfectly healthy body. His Heavenly Restriction was gone, too, but even with his lessened amount of cursed energy in this much more perfect body, he still had enough of it to remain as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

Kokichi Muta had no idea this was possible.

"Anything's possible, dear," you spoke up, leaning on the walls of the enclosed room. He flinched. Did you just—"Yes, I can read your mind, too."

"What are you, Y/N-san?" Mechamaru's puppeteer asked. Never in his life would he have thought that you had such hidden... capabilities.

You shrugged, "Well, I'm definitely not a jujutsu sorcerer, that's for sure. A sorceress, yes, but not in jujutsu."

"Why... Why did you heal me?" Kokichi didn't understand.

"Well, I heard you were being a spy to one of our enemies," you drawled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you. All I want is to eliminate that man and his underlings."

Kokichi realized that you knew. "She knows," he thought to himself. "About Geto and that Mahito."

"I do know," you chimed in, reading his thoughts again. Plus, you were already somewhat aware of might happen to Kokichi given the vision you'd seen before. This guy had undertaken a Binding Vow and would then try to kill pseudo-Geto and that damn Mahito.

He would fail. He would die.

"You... do?" he asked.

"Yup." You nodded. "But where you're wrong about is Geto-kun. The real Geto's soul is with me, actually. There's just another sorcerer impersonating him and using his body for those plans of his in Shibuya."

"Did—Did you read his mind, too?" Kokichi mumbled. "Like what you're doing to me?"

"I did, but I didn't mean to, in all honesty. But my powers... my magic warned me of something suspicious," you shared to him. "And I saw a premonition. One that could change the fate of not only jujutsu society, but the entirety of Japan and this world, too."

"Is that why you helped me?"

Once again, you nodded. "In the premonition I saw, you were going to die fighting that curse, Kokichi-san. And countless more will, too. I'm just trying to prevent another massive disaster from happening."

You turned around, about to leave, when he called your name, "Wait! Wait, please, Y/N-san!"

You glanced back at him, "Yes?"

"What... What do I do now, then?" he pleaded desperately. "If I die, the Shibuya Plan will still continue, right? So what do I do!? What can I do to help?"

"Go back to your friends." You smiled. "Turn yourself in and tell them the truth while it's not too late. Don't have any regrets."

"... And if they ask me how I got this body?"

"Hmm... tell them that the witch who lives in the outskirts of Tokyo helped you." Before he could even blink, you were already gone. He stared down at his new body, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.

"Witch...?" he whispered to himself, still unable to fathom everything that's happened. "The witch who lives on the outskirts of the city. Huh."

All of a sudden, you reappeared in front of him, making him flinch.

"Almost forgot to tell you!" You snapped your finger. "That Miwa girl likes you, too. Shoot your shot, sweetie!"

He blushed. Satisfied with what you'd done, you vanished again.

Mechamaru would later on come clean to his schoolmates and confess to a blue-haired girl his true feelings for her.

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

Just a couple of days afterward, you made your visit to one of the remaining Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. You didn't want a fight, so the instant he was able to detect you, you immediately used your magic to restrain him. Now, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring daggers at you.

"Who—what is the meaning of this!? Let me go, woman!" he snarled, trying escape and use his Blood Manipulation on you but to no avail. Calmly and fearlessly, you crouched down to his level.

"You are Choso-san, am I correct?"

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn't respond to your polite question.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I'm sorry for your loss," you murmured, feeling his sorrow. "About what happened to your brothers. Their names were Eso and Kechizu, right?"

Choso practically growled at you. To him, you weren't even worthy of saying his brothers' names. Not one bit. A worthless human. Other than that, who were you?

"Shut up!"

You were undeterred. "It was my adopted son, Yuuji, and his teammate who took your brothers down."

At the revelation, Choso nearly saw red.

"You—"

Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. "But after seeing that man's mind, I found out something quite interesting about my Yuuji-kun," you told him honestly. "Did you know you had another brother aside from Eso and Kechizu?"

His eyes, which had been thin, angry slits, widened into the size of saucers. "What nonsense is this!? I don't have any other brothers!"

"Yet Noritoshi Kamo's memory says otherwise," you sharply replied, tone colder this time. "That fake Geto Suguru, Noritoshi Kamo—they're all one person. All of them are him. That ancient sorcerer Kenjaku. That scumbag of a father who impregnated your mother has a Cursed Technique that allows him to keep transferring his brain to different hosts throughout the centuries. Before Geto Suguru was a woman with stitches on her forehead. That woman was the biological mother of Itadori Yuuji, my adopted son."

"Lies!" Choso shouted, attempting to claw his way out of your magic. It didn't work.

"I don't know what to do except show you what will happen if you keep following that fake Geto Suguru and his band of curses," you said, eyes glowing red as you entered his mind, allowing him to see the events of the Shibuya Plan and the Culling Game.

In real time, it was only a few seconds. However, Choso felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime in the vision you'd shown him. He saw himself fighting and nearly killing the pink-haired boy who had killed his brothers. He then saw himself screaming in agony at what he'd done, seeing a memory he hadn't experienced before.

That Itadori Yuuji laughing and conversing with him and the now-deceased Eso and Kechizu.

"Normally," your voice cut through the haze in his mind. "I'd use mind control on my enemies. It's part of my magic and my skill set. In this world and in your terminologies, you could say it's... my Cursed Technique. Or something like that. But I don't use jujutsu, Choso-san. And I'm not going to force you into believing what I showed you." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I am a mere stranger to you, after all."

Panting, he relaxed in his restraints. When you noticed that he was no longer sure on whether or not he should attack you, you released your magical hold on him with a flick of your wrist.

"I... Who are you? What are you?" he exhaled heavily, still in disbelief.

Lately, you've been getting those questions a lot, huh?

"I'm an orphan, a widowed woman, a mother who's lost her children, and also a sister who lost her brother," you sighed out tiredly, flopping on the ground and sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. You weren't sure why you were telling him this, but the past few weeks have been pretty difficult to bear. You needed to rant. This Choso guy seemed like he'd listen. "Some people call me a miracle, others call me a murderer. They say I'm a weapon of mass destruction—which I now agree with—a harbinger of chaos, and well, people used to know me as a witch, too."

The half-curse, half-human had no idea how to react to your statements. Was this... too much information? Choso was a little confused.

"I don't care about all those titles anymore, though." Huffing, you fully laid down on the floor, back flat on the ground, an arm over your eyes. Sleeping for a month would feel nice after you finished ruining the Shibuya Plan. Maybe you'd visit the Maldives of this world. Or Bali. A vacation. You could even drag Nanami to Malaysia with you, if he was willing for it. "I'm now perfectly content being a retired grandma owning a shop. It's given me peace from my constant grief, for the most part. Yuuji-kun was one of the things that brought me joy when I moved here. He still does, although that damned Sukuna ruins the moment so much... I swear to God I'll turn him into a frog the next time he hurts Yuuji..."

Choso blinked. Turn Sukuna into a frog? You could do that? More importantly, why were you so open towards him? Talking to him like that and sharing random stuff about your life to him? He'd never met a human as weird as you before.

"What... are you doing?" he inquired. After seeing that vision and listening to you rant, he strangely felt compelled to not fight you anymore, even if he wasn't sure if he could trust that premonition you showed him or not.

"I am resting my eyes, sweetheart," you exhaled softly, relishing the darkness. For a moment, his cheeks turned pink at your pet name. "Resting. My. Eyes."

Clearing his throat, he stared down at your elderly form lying down on the floor, "Why are you resting your eyes, lady?"

"Because that awful Kenjaku you're following around is going to ruin so many innocent people's lives and I still have to fix it, dear," you replied tiredly. "But I have to do it, or else something worse will happen to the people I love. And if that happens again to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to wreck another universe again."

"... Wreck another universe? What do you mean by that?"

You uncovered your eyes, lifting your arms. "Can't explain it, but long story short, your world is just one of the countless worlds and dimensions that exist out there."

Choso was even more befuddled. Who the hell were you, really?

"I already told you my name is Y/N L/N," you muttered, hearing his thoughts. Again, Choso was puzzled. You seemed like you were spouting gibberish while also sounding a thousand percent rational. And did you just read his thoughts?

"Yes. Yes, I did," you plainly stated. Standing up and brushing your clothes off, you handed him a business card.

Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries.

"That's my shop and my address, hun." You smiled at him. "If you do decide to believe me and leave that stupid pseudo-Geto-Noritoshi-Kenjaku-brain thing, I'll be there. Maybe you can meet Yuuji, too. He was really regretful about your brothers, you know."

At the mention of his brothers, Choso's mood dulled. You quickly noticed it, sadly smiling.

"It doesn't get easier. The grief, I mean," you uttered. "Years have passed since my twin brother died, too, and until now it feels like half of my soul died with him. And I thought that the only thing that would bring me comfort would be to see him again."

His crestfallen eyes turned toward you, yet he didn't speak a single word.

"I felt like I was drowning in my sadness for weeks on afterward, until..." You halted, remembering that core memory of yours with Vision. Perhaps the moment you fell in love and hadn't realized it.

You hadn't realized the half-curse was waiting for your answer until he prodded, "Until?"

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head. "It was my late husband who told me this when my brother died. He wasn't exactly human, too, so I was surprised when he told me this. It changed my perspective about my losses."

He looked at you expectantly.

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" Your eyes looked glazed with so much—maybe even too much—emotion. "Up to this day, I haven't moved on from all the people I've lost. I don't think I ever can. But the only thing I did was learn to live through the pain. Over time, we grow around it, too."

"Live... through the pain?" The concept seemed foreign to Choso, even if he was a hundred or so years old. "Grow around it? How?"

"Everyone goes about it differently. Me? It's why I'm in retirement, owning my sweets shop, serving customers, making people happy, and picking up some stray souls and giving them a second chance in life, all that," you chirped, sharing to him your experience. "I'm sure you'll find your own way, Choso-san. I just hope that it's not with that stitch-face and crackhead fake Geto. Wherever it is, I pray you find your peace."

At that moment, your phone rang out of the blue, making you sweat-drop. "Excuse me." You checked it. It was Toji. Huh. Normally, he'd only call you if he suspected you were going home a lil' too late. But it was like, 11AM.

You picked up. "Hello, Toji-kun?"

"Yeah, uh, Gojo and Nanami are here in the shop. Itadori and my kid, too," he said, sounding a bit concerned. "You need to get back here, ASAP."

"Oooookay, but they visit almost everyday now. What's different?"

"There are also these two weird guys looking for a woman named Wanda. Foreigners, from the looks of it. Definitely not Japanese."

Oh shit.

The phone was given to Geto, who spoke, "Y/N, these guys look pretty shady. Need us to take care of it? None of our customers are named Wanda, though, as far as I know." His next comment was a murmur to himself. "And what the hell are those costumes.... who wears a freaking cape in the middle of the day, what are they? Cosplayers?"

You instantly replied to Geto, "Tell them to wait. And let them sit down there. Can you speak English well? I'll be right back."

"We'll just force blondie to be the one to talk to them," Toji stole back his phone from Geto. "Oy, Nanami! You were a businessman, right? Tell them to wait in English."

An audibly loud sigh from your favorite ex-salaryman could be heard nearby, "Fine. I'll talk to them."

Hanging up, you turned back to Choso, who seemed like he'd been listening to your conversation.

"One of them... why did he sound like Geto?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Like I said, dear, I rescued the real Geto's soul. He's with me now. That fake Geto you're following? The one banding together with those cursed spirits? Yeah, he's an impostor." You pocketed your phone. "I'm sorry, Choso-san. I must go now." You smiled at him, wrinkles accentuated by how bright and genuine your smile was. "I do hope you find your peace. Bye, hun!"

Poof!

You had teleported away.

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The moment you poofed back into your shop, there were many eyes who watched your movements. Two pairs of those eyes were from a certain duo whom you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Those two people in capes were about to speak and greet you when you approached them quickly, switching back to English after who knows how long.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked worriedly. They briefly hugged you, patting your back.

"Greetings, Wanda... well, it's an emergency," Loki answered, seeming like he hadn't slept in days. "We rushed here as soon as we could."

Stephen looked the same, "It's a... very important emergency."

Your brows furrowed. "What? What is it? Do I have to go back—"

Both of them shook their heads.

"No, you don't," they chorused. However, instead of telling you what the emergency was, they ended up just staring at you.

"What?" you demanded. They were just standing there.

"Why are you an old woman?" Loki blinked. "Has it been an actual thousand years since we last saw you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'm in retirement, remember? I wanted to look the part."

Loki and Stephen shared a look, finding some sense in your logic. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. We're not going to mind that."

You rubbed your temples, "So, the emergency? What's so important you had to come this far to actually see me in person? Could've sent like, a magic email or something."

Loki huffed, "This is too important of an issue to be sent over email."

Meanwhile, the other men in the opposite corner of the shop watched your interaction.

"I understand nothing about what they're saying," Yuuji pouted. "Who are those two, anyway? Are they Momma's friends?" (In his soul, Sukuna was watching, too, eyes narrowed at the two strangers who came to visit you.)

Gojo popped a macaron he snatched from the display into his mouth, "Seems like it. They hugged."

"Are... those guys the sons she was talking about before?" Geto muttered, squinting. "I don't see a resemblance, though."

"I don't either," Toji interjected, shoving a sandwich into his son's hands. "But they do keep saying emergency. Kid, you gotta eat. It's past twelve."

Megumi begrudgingly ate the sandwich his dad gave, also curious as to why two weird men in capes were talking to you. After what you'd done for Tsumiki, he was in your debt (and also quite fascinated with your powers).

Nanami, the only one who could understand and speak fluent English because of his extensive experience working at a company, unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation carefully. Why had the men called you Wanda? Was that your English name equivalent or something? Aside from the emergency they kept mentioning, they also asked why you were an old woman? And magic email? What?

"The Darkhold's gone, Wanda," Stephen quietly muttered.

The revelation made you still.

"You... lost... the Book... of the Damned...?" At first, it was a whisper, but then your voice began raising in volume, alarming your other friends in this world. "You lost it!? How? Why?"

Toji gestured his head towards you while addressing Nanami, "What's she saying? Why does she sound panicked?"

The impromptu translator frowned, "They're talking about something called the Darkhold."

"Book... of the Damned?" Yuuji and Megumi tested out the English syllables on their tongue.

"Stephen, how could you lose the Book of Sins?!" you exclaimed, aware of the dire consequences. "The last time we got the Darkhold involved, the Multiver—"

"I know, I know," Stephen muttered, feeling a headache coming up.

"And it actually wasn't lost... more like stolen, we found out," Loki grumbled.

"Stolen? By who?" you questioned.

"Probably by a demon from the Hell Dimension," Dr. Strange answered.

"And why did you drag me into this?" You calmed yourself.

"Because you're the only one who bent the Darkhold to her will and mastered its contents. We need your help," the Sorcerer Supreme replied. "And uh, we're not fully sure, but traces of it are in this universe. We've come here to this place before a thousand years ago chasing another demon. The same thing might be happening again."

God, your retirement was really going to shit now, wasn't it? First it was Yuuji becoming Sukuna's vessel, and then getting involved with the Kenjaku situation, and now another problem from your home universe had arisen.

"Okay, fine. I'll help," you sighed, before noticing that the other guys in the café were trying to understand your conversation. You leaned closer to your fellow magicians from your original universe, whispering so that Nanami wouldn't hear, "I'm kind of pre-occupied with another issue here in this place, though."

"What do you mean?" Loki blinked.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've got everything under control," you assured them.

The God of Mischief and the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. "You know, the last time you said that," Stephen cut in. "Was in the Westview Anomaly. It's quite concerning."

"You sure you don't need any help from us?" Loki asked. You nodded.

"Mmhmm. And if I do find that demon from the Hell Dimension here, I'll be sure to take care of it and bring back the Darkhold."

Loki and Strange shared a look, "Alriiiiight. We'll keep looking in the other dimensions."

"Good."

"You know," Loki added, an impish glint in his eye. "Old age suits you."

You slapped his arm, chuckling, "Go!"

With that, the Dr. Strange used his Sling Ring to easily open another portal back into the New York Sanctum. They waved goodbye to you before the golden-orange portal closed.

When you turned around, the men of this world that you'd befriended were gawking. You nearly forgot they were there.

"What the hell was that?" Geto mumbled, wiping dry a mug in his hand with a towel.

"Magic, probably," Toji commented, resuming his task of wiping the counter. Out of everyone, he was the one who'd seen much of your magical abilities.

"I've never seen anything like it," Gojo added, even more interested in you and your... magician friends.

"They used a portal to another dimension, but their magic is very different from mine, though," you disclosed, hands on your hips as you spoke Japanese again.

"Another... dimension?" Yuuji gaped. "That's wild!"

"By the way, why were those friends of yours talking about demons and a Book of the Damned?" Nanami interjected, a little antsy at what you were dealing with. He understood most of the conversation before you, Strange, and Loki spoke in hushed voices.

"Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it," you waved it off casually. "Runaway demons are pretty common when they manage to escape the Hell Dimension, this one we talked about in particular was just somewhat concerning because it took the Darkhold. That book corrupts anyone and anything that reads it. It's like a Special Grade Cursed Object, but far more dangerous than Sukuna's level. Much worse."

Offended at what he just heard, the King of Curses materialized on Yuuji's cheek. "Bullshit, woman!"

You smiled smugly, eyes glinting red and making the others swallow. They still didn't know you'd practically tossed Sukuna around like a ragdoll in his domain. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take you on, Curse King. If I could bend that evil grimoire to my will, you're nothing but a piece of cake," you taunted confidently. You had a right, too. And you were capable enough of doing it.

Sukuna nearly roared in fury at your insult, "Why you—!"

"But didn't you say that the Darkhold corrupts anyone and anything that reads it?" Megumi interrupted, trying to prevent a fight between both of you.

"Oh, yeah. I nearly lost my mind and my remaining sanity reading it. It made me hallucinate and make me hear things, too," you offhandedly said, recalling that period of your life many years ago as you tapped your chin. They sweat-dropped at your nonchalance while also being somewhat disturbed at your description. "But I needed to learn more about my powers as a witch, so I pushed through and overcame it. The Darkhold very nearly poisoned my soul, though, but thank heavens I got through it alive. That was a really long time ago, though, waaaay before I retired here in Japan."

"... Witch?" All of them chorused.

Oh. They hadn't known yet what to call you even after you'd told them about your powers.

"Well, you can call me a sorceress, too, just not in jujutsu. Enchantress, magician, mage, medium—"

"Hag," Sukuna interposed, making your eye twitch (the others glared at him, too). Yuuji slapped a hand over the curse's mouth.

"Don't talk to my mom like that," the vessel complained. Sukuna rolled his eyes (the one's on Yuuji's cheek).

"I don't care, brat."

"Either way," you stated. "The demon and the Darkhold isn't related to jujutsu stuff. I'll handle it. It's my job. My responsibility. You guys, on the other hand, have to help me find Kenjaku and those other Special Grades."

"Well, if you do need help, just ask us. Okay, Momma?" Yuuji took your hand in his, swinging it in the air. You laughed at how cute his action was.

"Alright, alright."

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It was a Sunday afternoon, with you closing your shop early at a half-day, when Yuuji came into the doors of your shop, a certain pigtailed man nervously following behind him.

"Kaa-chaaaaaan!" He greeted you with a tight hug and planting a kiss on your cheek. Yuuji was surprisingly in a very cuddly ane loving mood today, making you grin.

"Hey, sweetie. What's got you so jolly this morning?"

"Well, I made amends with the brother of those Death Paintings Nobara and I eliminated," he shared. "He also told me I'm his brother! Well, half-brother, so he said. He wanted to see you again, too."

Your brows went up your forehead. When you looked behind him, a hyperaware Choso was following, silently looking around your small café-bakery.

That was fast.

You spoke to him only three days ago. But if he changed his mind, you'd welcome him wholeheartedly. He seemed a bit shyer and more apprehensive than when you last met him, though. At least he wasn't as aggressive and pissed like then.

"I... don't have a place to go to," Choso admitted, twiddling with his fingers and looking down.

Oh well, you could never turn down a stray soul in need—especially one as powerful and dangerous as he was; one that was grieving, too. You didn't have the heart to resist. Toji and Suguru would simply have to deal with another housemate, then. You'd have to magic another bedroom with a bathroom back at home, too.

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"Don't worry, we'll be the ones to buy the groceries and do all the errands, Y/N-san," Geto assured you, already holding the usual eco-bag you used whenever you went out. Toji and Choso were accompanying him, too. You'd cast a spell so that anyone who saw them—those that weren't in the circle that knew about your powers, at least—wouldn't recognize them at all. To the unsuspecting eye, they were plain citizens.

"You must rest," Choso mumbled, glancing at his other housemates for the past couple of weeks. It was still foreign to him, having a home that was so peaceful and loving all because of you (he was still trying to adjust to the real Geto's personality and that human with no cursed energy). He'd never had anyone serve him warm meals and give him such comfortable shelter.

Just like all the others you'd befriended, even if they knew you could fight for yourself, Choso had also grown attached to you. Protective, even, especially after knowing how much you loved Yuuji.

"And you've been looking for that runaway demon for days now, right? Everyone's gotta rest at one point, including you, granny," Toji crossed his muscular arms. "Don't go anywhere today and just close the shop. We'll take care of everything else."

"I've also told Satoru and Nanami to not come to the shop so you could rest at home," Suguru added, about to leave the shop.

October 31st was in five days. Unfortunately, you all still hadn't found Kenjaku and the Special Grades. You hadn't found that runaway demon with the Darkhold, too.

Or so you thought.

When they came back to the shop and the house later in the afternoon, carrying all the groceries and other stuff you made them buy, it was completely empty. You were nowhere to be found, too, except for one note left on the cashier area.

"I'll be back."

That was all you wrote. You didn't specify when.

(next chapter.)

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They caught us

Pairing: Neteyam x human reader

Tags: fluff, cuddling, teasing, crushes, playful biting, lots of kisses

Warning: light teasing, some smut 18+, the characters have 20's

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 , Part 2

It was a peaceful day at the camp in the mountains. You had been doing your daily task all day, helping Norm with various tests he had to do for his new investigations. You were also helping Jake with the new tracking maps that Norm had given him. Technology was not his thing, that's why he was always looking for his "favorite daughter-in-law", jake joked with that line. According to him, neteyam and you spent all their time together. Neytiri always tapped him on the arm or gave him a blank stare. You didn't have a bad relationship with Neytiri, she always trusted you. She never said anything when you and neteyam would go for a walk, spend time together, even if there were shows of affection between the two of you. It never bothered her, but when someone hinted that you and neteyam might be a couple, you could see her disapproving face.

You didn't get to see any of the boys during the day, you only knew that loak, spider and neteyam were out for a ride, because tuk told you about it. And since you had already finished all your homework, you decided to go to the lab, to see what you could do there, until it was time for dinner. You went in and noticed that there was no one there, norm and max had gone out to do god knows where. As there was no one there, you decided to go to your room. You could go to it, through a door that connected to the lab. It was a hallway, with doors and one of them was your room. You go in…and literally take off your clothes, leaving you with only an oversized shirt and a pair of panties. You lay face down on your bed, watching an old movie on the tablet that Norm had given you for your birthday.

An hour passed, you were so into the movie, until the door to your room opened. Neteyam's head popped in the door, he didn't want to make any noise. He saw that you were in bed and decided to come in. He had keys to your room, actually he was the only one who had them. And it was for good reasons, the first was that if something happened he could come to look for you, the second was because it was easier to meet you at night. He came in quietly, listening as you were singing softly, the song you heard in the movie. He moved in behind you and let himself fall down.

You screamed in fear and tried to turn around. But you calmed down when you heard his laughter. "What are you doing? Let go of me!!!" you complained as you tried to turn around. But it was almost impossible, neteyam was heavier than you and not to mention that he was twice your size. You swear he was more muscular. "mmm I don't want to, I want to stay here. On top of you mmm" says neteyam as he hugs you more and relaxes his body on top of yours. "come on, let me get comfortable…and I'll let you hug me all you want." You moan. He lifts up a little on his elbows, leaving a little space between you and him. You settle down so that you are on your back, he settles back on top of you. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his sides, just above his waist. "Mmm you smell good" says neteyam with his head buried in your neck. "I've been outside all day, I must not smell good" you speak, stroking her hair, and tracing your fingers through his queue. Making him purr. "oh no, honey…your smell is wonderful" you can feel, as he gives several wet kisses. As he gets closer, his hands were embracing you completely. You could feel him exploring your whole body.

Neteyam had become a little more needy in the last few months, and you knew it. He was touching you more than usual. If you were next to him, he would brush his hands over your hips. Or he would move closer to your neck so he could smell your scent. He would stare at you longer, and you could sense that his gaze was not at all innocent. "Nete… what's wrong with you?" you ask him with a little smile, placing your hands on the sides of his face, making him look up at you. Neteyam looks at you, to get close to your face and kiss you. "I love you" says Neteyam, between kisses. Some on your lips and others on your eyes. "I love you too" you laugh, his lips tickle you. Neteyam sits on the bed, and grabs the back of your thigh, to get more comfortable. "I want you…" Neteyam already had his hands down your shirt. " but… you said you didn't want to hurt me" your voice was cut off, as neteyam's fingers rubbed the sides of your stomach, while he kissed your neck. He was pressing himself harder against you. You reached back to kiss him again.

You started to lift your hips to try to find some friction, neteyam noticed this movement and started to imitate your movements. You moaned a little, it felt so good. Your shirt was already halfway down your body, and he was still placing sloppy kisses here and there. He lifted himself up on top of you, to get more comfortable. "Did you close the door?" you ask him, as you run your hands over his stomach. "Yes, yes" he spoke a bit excited, you glanced down at his loincloth and you could already see his growing erection. Neteyam looked at you, and gave you a cheeky grin. As he settled on top of you again. "Do I get another kiss?" asks Neteyam as he starts kissing you. You laugh into the kiss.

"Y/N has to be in his room" says norm, as he is escorted by jake and neytiri down the hallway on the way to your room. Jake had been having trouble with the maps and was looking for you to help him again. "this place is horrible," says neytiri walking next to jake. "there are worse places." norm laughs, as she guides him to your room.

The situation had already escalated, the only noise you could hear in the room was the moaning of both of them. Neteyam was already on his way to your panties, his hand stopped on the edge of them, playing a little. " you know… I hate this thing" he says as he continues kissing neck. " Well, if you want you can take it off" you flirt with him a little bit, pinking your nose against his. While neteyam trails under your panties, brushing his fingers on your little nub. You moan softly, stealing a kiss from him. "mmm don't tease me" you speak, not noticing your bedroom door opening.

You were so entertained between the two of you, you didn't notice the door open. Norm stood in front of Jake and Neytiri. The three of you were silent. No words came out of their mouths, they were in a state of shock. Neteyam was on top of you, your shirt was up, neteyam was kissing you, and they could see where neteyam's hand was. Jake's face changed and so did Norm's. "NETEYAM!!!" neytiri yelled. You two opened your eyes. And tried to get settled as fast as you could. "What's going on here?" neytiri shouted. "It's so obvious!!!" says Jake, making Neytiri look at him, and he changes his gaze. "Mom, I can explain," says Neteyam, sitting on your bed.

You didn't know what to say, you were adjusting your shirt. The situation in itself was embarrassing. "Why-why don't we just let them…. We'll be waiting for you in the lab," says Norm, pushing everyone out of your room. Neytiri was still screaming, while Jake dragged her with him. You two stood there, silent. Until neteyam started laughing.

"Your mother will murder me!!!" you say, and throw yourself backwards on your bed. Neteyam laughs, and lies down next to you. He moves, to bite your ear. "Hey …. are you calm because nothing is going to happen to you" you say. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you" says neteyam lying on top of you again. "Neteyam! They are waiting for us!!!" you moan, as you play along. "Then let them wait".

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.  

Sukuna Domestic Headcanons (NSFW)

Nanami | Gojou | Itadori | Inumaki

Please, this guy would be clueless about modern life... everything would confuse him and it would lead to some great laughs for you but also a grumpy, pouty Sukuna

Microwave? You mean a box where I can cook people in? Washing machine? I can drown someone in there? Television? He would think it was sorcery first... glare at it menacingly until he saw the unsolved mysteries channel and was hooked.

Cooking is hilarious... I mean this guy is huge right? So he eats alot! And it goes nowhere, you can't even tell since he has like single digit body fat but you have to cook a whole ass meal just for him.

He gets jealous so easily... you're talking on the phone to a friend? He's sat next to you teasing you with kisses. You're wearing someone else t-shirt? Good luck because that's getting ripped off soon. Someone touches you when you're walking around? Pfft, if that person isn't losing a hand, you're getting pulled into the nearest alleyway and marked up as his.

Speaking of, this guy forgets his own strength... or says he does. There's always scratches on your thighs where he holds you down when his mouth is on you, mouth and teeth marks where he likes sucking and biting you. Your ass is always sore from the spanks.

It's also very easy to make him jealous. So, so easy. Just a small hint of someone liking you or talking to you and this guy sees red. RIP that 😸

He loves baths. Legitimately will sit and soak in the bathtub for hours, has a range of bath salts and bubble baths just for this.

When he's been especially rough with you, he'll sit you in the bathtub with him. Your back to his chest and he'll rub the soap into your skin and look after you.

Acts all growly and rough, but in fact loves cuddles at night. He won't ask for them, but he'll be like 'are you scared of me? No? So, why are you far away?'

The one time you saw a plushie that looked like him and started sleeping with it in the bed, he started hiding it so you would cuddle him instead. The one time you found it in the oven 🤦🏻‍♀️

Walks around in his robes all the time, but not worn properly no, he'll have it open low so you can see his abs or the front open so his thighs are out when he sits down. He knows it gets you hot and bothered, so he'll do it on purpose.

Enjoys watching you dress up, especially when you do your make up. Finds the whole process fascinating, especially when your lipstick leaves ring marks around his dick.

The one time for Halloween you dressed up as him with the face marking and red contacts for eyes. He took one look at you and instead of going trick or treating you were pinned to the door and railed until you passed out. Suffice to say, he liked that alot.

Mikey

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