#inumaki to/ge imagines
Text
mine. — inumaki toge
❝i just wanna say you’re mine, you’re mine; fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine.
000. inumaki toge + reader
001. fluff, non-curse/college au, slightly suggestive but barely, inumaki uses sign language and speaks like two actual verbal words
002. baby sized drabble, barely even 1k words
Toge would consider himself patient. He doesn’t mind waiting in long lines for the release of a new game, has no problem when the trains are delayed because it means he can sit and relax in the station a little longer, can sit for hours on end doing nothing and not be bored—but his tolerance for watching other people mess with his girlfriend is extremely low.
He reasons that you continue the conversation because you think it’s merely friend and polite to do so, and you’ve always been such a pleasantly happy drunk. But Toge knows this conversation isn’t friendly on the other end—and it’s not some protective boyfriend instinct, either, he has solid evidence of this idiot talking about you to his other idiot friend in front of Toge during lecture, with no knowledge that he was behind them, or that you are very not single.
(“She’s gorgeous, bro, look,” the kid muses, showing his friend your Instagram profile, “She’s in my bioethics class, and she’s easily the hottest girl. Smart, too. Little bit of a teacher’s pet, but I don’t care, she’s beautiful. A solid eight, for sure.”)
Toge knows that if this guy ever got his head out of his ass and ever bucked up the balls to actually ask you out instead of using roundabout flirting tactics and hopelessly pining over you during lectures, that you’d turn him down. He isn’t worried about losing you, and he doesn’t doubt your love for him. It does, however, concern him that there are people who believe they have a shot with you in the first place. He can’t possibly let that carry on.
(Also, an eight? How could this guy call you beautiful, but say you’re an eight? It doesn’t equate—Toge doesn’t believe in rating women, but you’re not an eight. You’re a fifteen on a scale of one to ten; a shining star amongst a sea of planets; the love of his life).
His fuse is about to blow when the guy touches you, reaches for your hair and carefully twirls a bit between his fingers. He knows that move; he knows the excuse was probably that there was something stuck to your hair, but Toge didn’t see shit. He’s had enough, and promptly bulldozes through Maki’s small apartment to reach you. He’s not sure if he’s making a ruckus, or if you can sense him coming, but you turn your head in his direction, a smile spreading on your face before cheering, “Hey, Toge! Do you—”
You’re cut off by a tug on your shirt, firm and impatient—but you’re not moving yet, not quick enough, so he does it again. Your eyes seem to light up with realization. You turn back to acknowledge the boy, and that’s really when Toge really loses it. All he hears is the stupid, desperate pitch of the kid’s voice sputtering out something about finding you later and grabbing drinks for you both, even as Toge’s dragging you through the crowd.
You let yourself be pulled by Toge’s greedy hand. It’s not all that far, just into a corner of the hallway, next to a closet where Maki keeps her cleaning and kickboxing supplies. He’s tempted to pull you into her bedroom, but he’s not up for being bruised for a week.
“You okay?” you question, voice sweet and genuine—and it makes him grimace, because you really didn’t have a clue. Not one at all.
Toge huffs, drops your hand to sign; using his left hand to circle around his face slowly, tapping at his chin. You understand, but only partially, given the slight tilt of your head and question that follows, “Beautiful? That’s why you’re upset?”
He blinks slowly, shaking his head and flailing his arms in the direction of the living room. You follow his hands, down the hall then back to his face, but he can tell you still don’t get it. He tries again, pointing to you, then repeating his previous sign and adding another, and he can see the realization spread across your face, followed shortly by a bashful chuckle.
“Too pretty? Me?” you ask to confirm. Toge nods his head, all serious and steely eyes, but you throw yours back with a hearty laugh this time. He crinkles his eyebrows, repeating his initial signs this time. Hdoesn’t know what’s so funny, if you’re laughing because you’re flattered or you find him ridiculous or something in between, but Toge means it either way; wants to ingrain it into you, just how beautiful you are.
So, he raises his hands again, when your eyes have met him again, and goes slower this time—pulls his mask down for good measure, so you can read his expression more clearly—to sign one simple word: “Mine.”
You tilt your head to the side again, and now Toge is the one laughing. He thinks you might be a little more drunk than you’ve let on, or maybe you just want him to indulge you. Either way, he has no problem repeating himself, doesn’t mind telling you again and again and again.
He takes a step forward, leaving mere inches between you. You seem much smaller than him like this, still giggling, but he doesn’t mind. Toge reaches for your rest again, turning your palm upward and using a single finger to trace the letters of the word “mine,” onto your skin.
Your laughter comes to a halt when you verbalize his words, “Mine?” Toge nods, turning your wrist again to lace your hands together, pushes yours against the wall, uses his free one to cradle your cheek. He adores the way your pupils get bigger, the way your lips part slightly in anticipation. It’s his turn to smile, pulling you towards him for a kiss and ghosting his words over your lips, “You’re mine.”
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#inumaki x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#jjk headcanons#inumaki fluff#inumaki smut#jjk smau
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
[ one, two, three ] inumaki toge
♡ contains: fluff, unedited
♡ end note: not the best ik, just want to get it out of my system. loving toge hours bcos I don't see enough fics about my bby boy 💚
inumaki has a creative way of saying ‘I love you.’
unlike normal couples seen on films, social medias and by the sidewalk, inumaki doesn't have the ability to verbally express you his feelings — well he could, but there's a risk that he might curse you and he wouldn't want that to happen.
so you both settle on just seeing his lengthy message on how much he loves staring into your eyes or your smile that made him want to be the ruler of the universe so he could hand it to you.
or his spotify playlist specially made for you, about the things you did to make him want to keep waking up everyday.
but out of all his unique confessions, there's one that stood out among others.
how inumaki blinks thrice slowly when he says I love you.
he showed you an article once, about how a cat owner says I love you to their cats by blinking slowly. you really thought the reason why he showed it to you was because it's cute.
but when he proposed to you one night, as he gently lifts your hand to kiss the engagement ring on your finger — he looks at you with tears on the corners of his eyes and...
blink once... twice... thrice
that was when you knew he was telling you ‘I love you’ in his own way.
in his own adorable and unique inumaki toge way.
#inumaki x reader#inumaki fluff#inumaki imagines#inumaki scenarios#inumaki drabbles#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge fluff#inumaki toge fluff#inumaki toge scenarios#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen drabbles
471 notes
·
View notes
Text
just a name you call me (i love it)
⤏ summary: it’s cute, really. the nickname they have for you is pretty special <3
⤏ contents: itadori, megumi, okkotsu, inumaki, gojo, geto, nanami x gn!reader; 2229 words; fluff; cheesy nicknames, possible manga spoilers (high school life with geto, gojo, & shoko), reader is kinda on the short side for nanami’s
⤏ notes: just the same prompt popping up in my head every time i write for a new thing ;-; geto in this is based off of before he went all monkey man so that’s pretty much the kind of geto i’ll be writing anyway
Itadori Yuuji
It’s a little too quiet in the common room. Your sweet, sweet boyfriend must be taking his time hanging out with his friends after a much needed day out; which honestly was mostly the trio wanting to try out that new restaurant in town. They had invited you to join, but you garnered that it was better if you stayed to train just a bit more. After all, you had your own little break before they did.
Yuuji doesn’t hide his displeasure but you reassure him that it’s all fine and that you’d catch a free day with them next time. After his begrudgingly mopey goodbye, he told you he’d be coming back to you soon to which you smiled. Even when walking away from the front of the school he would look over his shoulder with a pleading look even if he couldn’t do anything about your absence.
That was hours ago and, of course, he texts you about the day with pictures and fun captions to make sure that you’re never missing. It warms your heart that he never wants to leave you out, it’s cute, really.
But now, in the comfort of your own dorm you’re sitting on your comforters, eyes closed teetering towards the edge of sleep. Your training was very productive so you don’t feel as bad about not being able to go, and Yuuji left a message that he would be bringing you leftovers. A win-win at the end of the day. With that thought in mind you allow yourself to succumb to sleep, but the exhaustion doesn’t have time to recover when your door opens, the small noise alerting you.
You leave it be, knowing that no one else except for him and you that had a key. He walks slowly, thinking you’re asleep but from the way he hugs your middle, settling on top of you on your bed and he’s sure his weight would rouse you. You peek and eye open and catch him looking at you tenderly.
“I’m back, baby! Missed me? Cause I missed you.”
Fushiguro Megumi
“Hey,” He’s dragging behind you, walking around the store without looking for anything himself. He agreed to join your spree but he thought the most he was going to do was carry your bags and sit down or something. You look back to see his unamused face and laugh. “You said ten minutes fifty minutes ago.”
“‘Gumi,” you say, “I swear, last time.” He scoffs, flicking your forehead. Going out with Nobara didn’t prepare him for this and he was a fool to believe that he would ever enjoy shopping. The only things keeping him there were you and the little snacks you would buy and feed him as you walked. Maybe it was all for your sake anyway; love really did make him do crazy things.
“Mhm.” But he doesn’t say anything when he takes the bags from your hands in one of his own before taking your now free one to intertwine them. His hands are cold against your warm ones, giving a sense of comfort because frankly you’re getting a little overheated moving around so much. And he also doesn’t complain when you drag him into yet another store, you muttering about wanting to buy that cardigan you saw online.
And he definitely doesn’t complain when you catch him on his phone in the corner of the store, shopping bags in one hand with your own personal one slung on his shoulder as he waits for the, hopefully, final time. His eyes meet you with a raised brow when he catches you staring.
“What’re you looking at, babe?”
Okkotsu Yuuta
It’s times like this when he’s glad to stay stagnant. The calming sounds of rain outside his room’s window fills the silence the two of you settled into. Currently, you’re smoothing a cooling mask to his face as he closes his eyes. You take extra care in tapping under his eyes, pressing the “effects” onto the skin there as well.
“Feel good?” You ask in a hushed tone. Yeah. It slips past his lips and from your position, his head in your lap, you can see the corners of his lips turn up. You smile fully in return even if he can’t see you, continuing with your ministrations as the time goes on.
When you think he may have fallen asleep, you lean back and crane your neck down to look at him. He’s ethereal in the light and it is surely a scene not many people get to see. The remaining five minutes of the mask absorption is spent with your gaze on his face, watching the way his eyebrows aren’t as furrowed and watching how the moonlight reflects off his tired skin. You are beyond ecstatic to witness all this.
After the soft alarm of the timer sounds, you remove the damp cotton and throw it to the side before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The sound was quiet enough to not wake him right away but it seems that this action was a little too loud. Not that either of you minded.
His eyes snap open and there’s that full smile on his face you’ve been waiting to see. He grabs your wrist and as best as he can from the upside down look he’s got of you, he looks into your eyes while he points to his lips,
“You missed, angel.”
Inumaki Toge
Not being able to use his words like everyone else never stopped him. Your boyfriend was a little bit of a menace, Maki’s words exactly, so he’d find one way or another to show you his love rather than telling it. From time to time you would find little notes everywhere, written on paper ranging from regular stick notes to binder paper to onigiri shaped stationary.
They always hold some sort of compliment like “you look so cute today” or a random thought “do you think birds can cry?” or, his personal favorite, tucked between your pillows or books, “idiot :p”. It’s usually met with your deadpan expression and his smug and proud eyes when you look up from the paper. They also include calling you obscure nicknames such as: pizza, oven mitt, or tractor. Romantic, huh.
But nothing ever compares to when he learned sign language. You had taken it upon yourself to learn a few things to make it easier for him and he’s forever grateful for your efforts. With it comes a plethora of instances for silent inside jokes that have the two of you snickering in the corner as your poor friends will never know which one of them it was directed at.
Of course there are also words you haven’t gotten around to figuring out because they’re not things you use everyday. Once he stopped you in the hallway, hands ready to sign something to tell you before he pauses. You give a look of confusion, expecting a playful joke, but he signs something new and kisses you on the cheek, walking away. You figured out what it was only later.
“Why did you call me that?” You ask the next time you see him. He shrugs, eyes crinkling in happiness as he signs.
“Because you are. You’re my walnut.”
Gojo Satoru
There is no end to the names he calls you, whether that be lovingly or just to get on your nerves, they’re most definitely horrendous. Sometimes you think you’re safe when he bids you a good day regularly, but most times it’s a gamble.
“Boogie bear!”
“Apple cinnamon pie!”
“Oh my god, Satoru, shut up.” You’re shielding your face away from whoever you’re walking with if he just so decides to come up and spice up your conversation. Though, the bright side to it is that you’re never having a boring day, right? And of course, there isn’t a day that goes by where the students don’t look at you with a mix of disgust and sympathy.
He may be Gojo Satoru to them, but there are days when he’s just simply Satoru. Days when his quick wit and practical jokes take a break and he kind of just lets himself be. It’s odd to see him sitting there on your bed just staring off into space, the cloth of his blindfold on the bedside table.
“Satoru?” You call, and he lifts his head up, a forlorn look on his face that he doesn’t bother hiding. He stares at you for a moment as you walk inside, also getting ready for bed. Despite that, he sticks his arms out in your direction and you waste no time diving into them. One of his hands comes up to rest on your back while the other presses your head to his neck, burying his face in your shoulder.
You stay like that for a while, allowing him to guide you onto his lap as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear which is a hopeful message that tomorrow will be another day. Another better day. He smiles against you, kissing whatever skin is available to him. And in these moments, he calls you something so warm and tender you could forgive the atrocities he’d said earlier that day.
“Thank you, honey.”
Geto Suguru
Shoko stands, unamused by your unwillingness to make a move. She had absolutely no idea why you decided to fall for one of her close friends, dubbing both of the boys as “nuisances” and “ugly bastards.” They would just swat at her insults knowing that they were just jokes and carry on with their conversations. However, you just couldn’t seem to let this crush go.
He doesn’t seem to want you to either with the amount of time he invests throughout the day to flirt with you. It’s not even subtle, if you’re being honest, and you don’t know if you like it even a little bit or absolutely hate it. On one hand it could be sweet gestures or words like how you did well on something or how you looked that day. But on the other hand, he’s that person Shoko warns you about since both him and his best friend are somewhat known as “players.”
You like it a little bit because it gives you hope, but you hate it because it gives you hope.
You groan, sitting on the steps beside the field as you lean on your elbows. Why did you have to fall for a guy like him who seemed so, perfect? In a sense. He was smart and knew everything when in normal class, he was a special grade so that definitely made him stronger than most people, and he was absolutely easy on the eyes. (Satoru would have disagreed). Maybe it was time to just let it all out and take that rejection like a champ. Yeah.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You threw that penny far, far away upon hearing his voice. You must have visibly froze as well as Suguru waves a hand in front of your face, sitting beside you. “Hey, y/n?”
“U-Uh, huh? Yeah. Yeah?” You sputter out and mentally punch yourself in the face. Well, it’s this far already so why not keep going. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something.” You wring our hands together, thinking about everything and anything at the last minute and Suguru can see the gears working in your head. But he already knows. Of course he does. So with a smile, he takes your hands in his and gets you to look at him.
“Take your time, darling.”
Nanami Kento
Who knew a life of domesticity was something you looked forward to every single day? It wasn’t that hard to believe when your husband was him, the man you woke up to every morning and the man who makes your morning beverage and brings it to you without batting an eye.
There are moments when you both sit up, starting your days with the comfort of basking in each other’s presence as you scroll through your phone and he reads a book, or you getting ready around the room as he fixes the bed. Other times you stay in and sleep just a little bit more before you actually have to move.
But today’s a little different. You woke up before he did. And what a sight that was.
This overworked, overwhelmed, and over-everything husband of yours can’t seem to sleep in after you do; perhaps today was your lucky day. Without a moment to waste, you slip out of bed as quietly as you can and make your way to the kitchen. You move your way around finding cups and everything for your usuals until you realize that one of the items you need is up high on a shelf.
You huff, of course he’d put that up there. Taking a stool, you step on and attempt to reach that pesky device. You’re almost grazing it by your finger tips before you feel yourself falling back out of nowhere. It’s sudden and catches you off guard but as quick as oh I’m falling, comes into your head, there’s something there to prevent it.
He has a hold with arms around your waist as you press your back into his chest. With a look over your shoulder, he looks frazzled, possibly from just waking up and rushing over to catch you. You laugh sheepishly. “Morning.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“You just make sure you’re more careful, dear. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
#writing *:･ﾟ✧#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen headcannons#jujutsu kaisen fluff#itadori yuuji x reader#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi x reader#fushiguro megumi#okkotsu yuuta x reader#okkotsu yuuta#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki toge#itadori x reader#megumi x reader#yuuta x reader#inumaki x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
【Perfect date】
There's so many things you like about toge, his kindness and sweet personality, and his beautiful smile, the way he just treats is just... Amazing. He's funny and cute, and you enjoy being around him. What else?... His laugh, it's very contagious!
Man he's just so... Perfect, so charming 😩❤️.!Honestly you can't name a thing you don't like about him!
So you finally picked your courage to ask him about his perfect date idea and decided to end up asking him out on such a date.
Toge honestly didn't hesitate and replied that a perfect date is one that still leaves a lasting memory. And he also gave an example like having a nice dinner while enjoying a relaxing atmosphere, with nice music, talking about life and so on.. Toge also mentioned that maybe taking a nice walk around the beach and have a calm evening watching the sunset, it's quite a gorgeous sight! It's really calming and just... Perfect!
After not too long after that you surprised toge with such date, everything was just as he described it. It was awkward at first but then he started trying to talk to you and eventually the awkwardness broke.
It was a good day for him. He just felt like his day couldn't get better! But later on when you were walking around the beach at the sunset you got your full courage and held toge's hand. Then you finally asked Toge to be your boyfriend.
He just nodded in agreement hugging you tightly. Honestly he's just adorable <3
Credits
#jujutsu kaisen#inumaki#anime#inumaki to/ge#jjk inumaki#inumaki fluff#inumaki toge#toge inumaki#jjk#jujutsu kaisen inumaki#inumaki toge x reader#toge x reader#toge icons#toge#toge imagines#toge inumaki fluff
133 notes
·
View notes
Text
[2:35 PM] MOVING BOXES: INUMAKI TOGE X READER
a/n: hi hi! the first part was in my drafts for a college moving-out piece but i never posted - so now it's like a goodbye to my jjk writing+inumaki for a while <3
cw: slight mention of blood, bittersweet piece
masterlist
Inumaki meets your gaze, now, for the first time since he arrived. His lips press together in a sad, sort-of smile, one that reeks of a finality you want nothing to do with. Of goodbye.
Warmth at your fingertips. You look down to see Inumaki’s fingers tugging at yours. Does he regret agreeing to this?
Change my mind, change my mind, change my mind.
The brief moment of intimacy melts away as soon as it comes. With nothing left to keep him here (no more boxes to move up the sets of stairs), he steps back to gaze at you with so much adoration that the melancholy tugging at his lips lightens into something softer. Something gentler. “Tuna.”
“Don’t,” you mumble. “Don’t say anything.”
Inumaki sighs. He cups your face in his palms and gazes at you with a muted significance that must mean, look at me. With your attention caught, he tilts his head slightly. A tenderness creases at the corner of his eyes. And then he smiles. Smiles so brightly, it stuns.
If anyone ever asks, Inumaki smiles like water condensing in a filmy glass. Despite the subtle shifts and ebbs, Inumaki reflects what you're supposed to see. Even if it's not what you want. Even if it's not real.
“You don’t have to pretend for me.” The words wobble from your mouth. “I don’t want you to pretend like you’re okay.”
Inumaki shakes his head. He blinks, his neck tensing as he swallows. In distraction, he lightly taps his finger to your forehead. Once, twice.
He's done this before. In car-rides back to Tokyo, with a younger-you fretting over the blood dribbling down the corner of his lips and exhaustion clamming at his skin. With a weak smile and a trembling finger you knew took all his strength to raise: he's done this before.
Don’t worry about me, it means. Take care of you, it means.
“Toge,” you start.
He shakes his head. Leans in close to press his lips against the spot he touched. Warmth imbues into your skin, infusing comfort to your mind first, then the blood circulating through your body. Much too late, you realize his lips feel safe.
Blatantly, you piece together that Toge feels like home. He's always felt like home. Like something you grow out of, one way, or another.
For a couple seconds, time stills. Two small first years entering the world of jujutsu. Two second years giggling and tripping each other in public, only to smile softly behind closed doors. Two third-years whispering promises into each other's ears; two fourth-years with finalities hidden behind fibs and fiddling fingers.
“We’ll see each other again.” You try. It sounds like a lie.
Inumaki hangs his arms over your shoulders, then pauses. His gaze travels from your forehead to unconsciously linger at your lips. The way he catches himself, something so unfamiliar, burrows guiltily into your chest.
When he hugs you, he shuts his eyes. "Okaka," he murmurs, into your ear. Liar, liar, liar.
You fist the back of his sweatshirt, breathing in. Sandalwood and linen. Two scents you want to gouge from your mind, yet imprint into memory all the same.
Why did you want to break up again? Maybe you don't have to?
On his way out the door, Inumaki waves. It’s something so casual, the way he walks out your life. It’s something so casual, the way you wistfully let him leave.
#inumaki#inumaki x reader#inumaki imagines#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki toge x reader#inumaki to/ge x you#inumaki x you#inumaki toge x you#jjk imagines
62 notes
·
View notes
Text
Unzip
Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"
50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"
6. "No, don't cover your smile"
↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader
↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts
↬ Word Count: 1.3k
↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event
As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.
You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.
Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.
"Hey, Toge."
Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.
"Can I please see you?"
He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,
You already are, you dummy.
Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."
He messages again,
Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.
Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.
"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."
It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.
You're just precious.
But I'm not gonna do it.
Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,
You do it for me.
"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."
He types again,
You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.
Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.
When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.
If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."
And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.
No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"
Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,
"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."
Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.
Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."
"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.
© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)
Take less, more kisses, cutie.
#inumaki to/ge fluff#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge x y/n#inumaki x y/n#inumaki scenarios#inumaki imagines#inumaki x reader#jujutsu kaisen inumaki#jjk inumaki#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#raines: gogatsu event
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay, hear me out, I have this hc about inumaki that I need to share bc I like to make my thoughts everyone's problem,,,
What if inumaki knows sign language, he learnt it all by himself while growing up to be able to communicate with others (cause it's canon that amongst his family they communicate with their hearts, pliz i wanna cry). And well, he uses sign language mostly when he's out and about in his daily life cause man can't really be talking in onigiri ingredients to strangers. Thing is that with his friends, he doesn't really use it??? He's so so grateful that they manage to interpret what he means, it fills his heart with a new type of warmth when he literally speaks food but yūta nods along attentively, maki mostly rolls her eyes at his misplaced and quite sarcastic interjections (because you can feel the attitude coming from that tuna mayo sometimes), megumi never misses a beat and answers him right away and reader loves having conversations with him and ever so often asks inumaki his opinion on anything and everything and they just look at him with stars in their eyes as he rambles in ingredients.
Sometimes inumaki even relishes it, he likes leaving his friends hanging and arguing over what he says because he's just a fucking menace and he knows it.
But inumaki sometimes gets insecure, sometimes he does throw in a couple of signs hurriedly to make sure that he is understood, sometimes it's even mindlessly, signing his favourite words or the ones that he uses more often just because he is used to it. Some other times it can even be desperate, during fights against curses when he wished he could cry out his friends names but restrains himself because it's too dangerous, and then it's big, hurried and shaky motions, his hands trembling and eager to shout safety when his voice can't.
But inumaki never tells, never asks his friends to learn sign language for him, he doesn't want to burden them with that, so instead he limits his use of it around them as much as he can, because he knows they would pick up on it. He just knows by the way they always make sure never to speak over him or how they hush others whenever he does speak up.
What if reader notices anyways?? And it's not like the others don't care as much, they do, they really do. But maybe reader already knew a little sign language themselves, maybe they just like learning languages in general, maybe, just maybe, they find themselves looking at inumaki a little closer, a little more attentively.
And then reader decides to start learning sign language too. They watch videos, read articles, buy books (that they have to hide under their bed because inumaki is a nosy fucker with the people he's comfortable with, hell, I'm pretty sure reader has to erase their youtube history otherwise inumaki would quickly find out whenever they binge watch videos together). And at the beginning it's hard, it's so hard learning on their own, and it's hard also for them to restrain themselves from using it around inumaki, from asking him if they're signing correctly and wondering if inumaki could teach them all of his favourite words. But they manage to keep their mouth shut, to wait until they get better so that they are sure they could have an actual conversation without inumaki having to worry about using words too complex for reader to understand.
But then, it's yūta finding reader one afternoon while they're struggling, borderline crying, over compounding and reduplicating and sentence structure and it's all getting to their head so they're f r u s t r a t e d. And yūta, like the absolute fucking sweetheart he is, he immediately offers to help them and ofc bby wants to learn too cause inumaki is his bestfriend too >:/
And please, I just know that these two would end up dragging the entirety of Jujutsu High in their plan and teach all of them sign language.
JUST IMAGINE, study nights in reader's dorm room, with snacks and energy drinks cause they gonna need them for sure, yūta and reader are teaching the others with like 12 different books strewn all over the floor, 3 different videos playing in the background and it's so damn chaotic. Megumi is probably a natural cause he already uses hands gesture to evoke his shikigami, so he can remember hand signs very easily and can do them so cleanly while like nobara and yuji be struggling and just yell at fushiguro cause "it's not fair" and "he has an advantage". Panda is there just to support them cause he can't really sign with his paws, but he just manages to instill more chaos by teasing and poking fun at Maki (poor girl has zero patience).
And gojo would 100% join them just to sprinkle more chaos and be the absolute menace that he is. (But lowkey he wants to learn too ofc).
And ofc, they're probably so outwardly secretive about it that inumaki notices it right away and he just has to be a nosy little shit about it (cause how dare they leave him out of it) so one night he quite literally bursts into reader's room only to find Maki and Itadori yelling over "how the fuck non-manual modifiers work" and Gojo and Nobara laughing their asses off and making jokes about their awful awful hand coordination, reader and Yūta are probably so fucking done, Panda is enjoying them freaking out like it's the last season of his favourite tv show.
And it's honestly hilarious how quickly they fall silent in complete and utter horror at the sight of inumaki standing there.
And then they all kind of fumble around and try to greet inumaki and like introduce themselves or say something in sign language one by one bc that's what they had been preparing for, right?? And it's probably so messy but inumaki doesn't give a fuck and then, he just starts crying.
Prob they take it the wrong way too, and they all start panicking, but he is quick to try and reassure them, hands shaky by how overwhelmed he is, that warm feeling he had learnt to associate to his friends is back, but tenfold, and it makes his cheeks burn and a smile so big break on his face. And then he signs back "hi everyone, I'm Inumaki Toge".
#inumaki x reader#inumaki imagines#inumaki hcs#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge imagines#jjk inumaki#inumaki fluff#okkotsu yuuta#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#itadori yuji#kugisaki nobara#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo satoru#maneater!reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
crush
pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend
request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please
notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!
You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.
“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.
Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.
You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.
Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.
“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”
“Y-yes.”
Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”
“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”
“No…”
“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”
“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”
“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”
“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.
If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.
“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”
“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”
He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.
Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.
“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.
Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.
Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.
One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.
But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.
“Hey, you’re here!”
You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”
“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”
“Yeah.”
And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.
In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.
Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.
“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”
“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.
You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”
Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.
“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”
You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”
“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.
From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”
“A-a little.”
“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”
“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”
“You were saying something?”
“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”
The room fell silent.
Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”
“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.
“Oh my gosh…”
“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”
#inumaki toge x reader#toge x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge fluff#inumaki to/ge x reader fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen romance#inumaki x reader#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki to/ge x reader imagines#inumaki to/ge romance#inumaki to/ge x reader romance#inumaki toge x reader romance#inumaki toge x reader fluff#inumaki toge imagines#PLEASEEE I LIKE HIM SO MUCH BRRRRR#suki: 2.4k milestone event
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
soapy titty pics (sexting w/ inumaki)
a/n: here u go shawty i hope you enjoy ur toge smut @brandmeyelena <3.
toge inumaki x f!reader
tags/warnings: sexting, mild edging, male masturbation
w/c: 1.2k
it’s 2:00 am and toge’s still awake again.
staying up late and thinking of you — your hair, your eyes, the small curve at the base of your back. then his mind starts to wonder to other aspects of your beautiful body — your thighs, your tits, the way your perfect lips would look wrapped around his cock.
it’s been almost a month since he’s seen you and it’s been the most excruciating month of his life. he was tired and bitter that he had to be in another country fighting curses while you were back home without him. he missed pulling pranks on the other students and hearing your laugh ring out through the dorms — but he also missed the feeling of his dick in your pretty pussy. toge’s mind was bouncing from one extreme to the other but it was fitting, because he missed every aspect of you.
as thoughts of you continued to cloud his mind, his hand crept down to the growing bulge in his silky pajama pants. he pressed a firm hand over his budding erection, slowly palming it up and down.
fuck — the things he would do to have your head bobbing between his thighs right now.
his phone emitted a bright light in his dark room, a soft vibration buzzing from the device. he almost didn’t check it, because there was no way anyone of importance was contacting him at this hour. it was probably just an email, or a new follower on twitter, and he was kind of fucking busy living in his sexual fantasies of you.
but then it buzzed again, and then a third time, and a fourth time too. curiosity getting the best of him, he decided his aching member could wait another minute while he checked the notifications.
his cock twitched underneath the loose fabric, his mouth practically salivating as he stared as his phone. they were pictures from you, dimly lit snapshots of your round, perky tits covered in suds of soap. the pictures were accompanied by a single message, which read:
‘some soapy titty pics for u love,, wish u were here with me rn’
how ironic that both of you were up at this obscene hour just thinking of each other. you really were his soulmate — but he could focus on the sappy shit later, for now all he cared to focus on was how fucking hot you were.
‘yeah i’d titty fuck the hell out of those
how’d you know i was thinking about you right now?’
he quickly typed out his responses before his hand trailed back down to his throbbing erection. but this time he gently pushed the waistband of his pants down his thighs and let his cock spring free from its previous containment. he sucked a sharp breath through his teeth as he brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin.
he pumped a few lazy strokes up his length while he scrolled through the pictures you sent, pinching his phone so he could zoom in on your soapy, glistening breasts. your timing was truly impeccable — you have no idea how much he needed these.
‘lucky guess? you’re always thinking about me
and i’d let you do more than just titty fuck me
i can think of a couple other things that’d be even better’
your messages vibrate through his phone and send another rush of blood straight to his dick. he lifted his hand and collected some saliva in his mouth before spitting it into his palm. he massaged the sticky substance into his cock, his head falling back onto his pillow while he texted you back with his other hand.
‘obviously,, ur tits are just the warm-up
and then we’d move on to your mouth, right? with your hands tied behind your back just how you like them?’
he could practically imagine you down there, strands of spit hanging from the corners of your swollen lips while your tongue flicked over the head of his member. you’d be staring up at him with biggest eyes too, and they’d be glistening with a hint of mischief as you continued to tease him.
toge desperately fucked himself into his hand until the point where he was about to come, and then let his cock fall helplessly from his fingers. he was going to drag this out for as long as he could, edging himself in between each of your messages. but he could barely contain himself when the next thread came rolling through:
‘of course babe
i’d cover your thighs in love marks and then lather your dick with my tongue
hot, sticky saliva dripping from my chin while you shove it down my throat as hard as you want’
you were ruining this poor boy, a couple small beads of sweat forming above his brow. he was fiercely bucking his hips into his hand now, but it still wasn’t what he needed — it’s still wasn’t you.
but it was good enough, and he pushed himself right to the edge again before quickly letting go. his fingers twitched and trembled while they flurried across the screen:
‘fuck
then you can relax and i’ll do the work
slide my dick inside your wet pussy and bend you over the edge of the bed
i need you so bad it’s been so long’
toge’s hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping faster and more frantic than he’d been before. his eyes were squeezed shut and he could practically feel the walls of your cunt around his cock. he’s picturing you riding you him, hearing the soft slapping noise of your ass hitting his thighs with every bounce. your hair is falling around your face, messy stands in front of your eyes as they roll back into your head. you look so pretty, so perfect on his cock, so-
‘two more weeks toge
two more weeks until i’m moaning and whimpering in your ears
gasping for air and clawing at the sheets while you take me from behind
i want you to wreck me when you finally get home’
he could almost hear the illusion of your delicate moans, the way they roll off your tongue and right into his yearning ears. and he could almost see your face contorting in overwhelming pleasure while he grinds his hips into yours.
clusters of the quietest whimpers slipped through his lips while he squirmed and stretched out his legs. he was intoxicated with thoughts of your body on his, your name glued to his lips while strings of white flew onto his bare chest. he milked out every last drop of his seed, the sticky white substance covering his torso and dripping down his hand.
he dropped his phone to the bed, the only sound in the silent room being his heavy, breathless pants. it was satisfying, doing this while he texted you, but it still didn’t amount to the real thing. what he really fucking needed was for this goddamn mission to end early so he could come home to you.
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#inumaki x reader#inumaki smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#inumaki x you#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#inumaki imagines#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge imagines
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
inumaki toge + meeting his friends
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk headcanons#inumaki x reader#toge x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk imagines#jjk scenarios#jjk smut#inumaki headcanons#inumaki fluff#inumaki toge#inumaki#jjk smau
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
nessa・she/her・SFW BLOG
m.list - rules - byf/dni - tags - ao3
recent:
the woes of this game (cyno, written, fluff) [4/04]
pretty boy (okkotsu, written, fluff) [5/03]
just a name you call me (multiple, written, fluff) [4/29]
so you’re… (okkotsu, written, fluff) [4/26]
requests: open!
upload schedule (1-2 fics each day): tba @ at or after 10:00 pm PST; random blurbs exempted >:D
disclaimer: please do not copy or repost any of my works! i am also a manga reader so there might be spoilers in either my writing or ranting :D
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen headcannons#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen angst#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#jjk headcanons#jjk fluff#jjk angst#itadori yuuji x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#nanami kento x reader#itadori x reader#megumi x reader#okkotsu x reader#inumaki x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#navigation
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Is he slowly falling in love with you?!„ (part 2)
¦ warnings: age gap (around 7 years), sickness mentioned
¦ employee! toge x boss! Gn! Reader
¦ note: here's part 2 @iknowyourstalkingme thanks for commenting on my first part, it encouraged me to write more
< READ PART 1 >
Reblogs and likes are highly appreciated, they help me stay motivated to write
... Leaving your house again thinking about what he did, his cheeks light up. It makes him feel happy when he's with you and since then, he started looking forward to spend more time with you in the future.
It's not like he didn't feel bad about your boyfriend's death or anything, he just loved the time he spent with you. Especially after that kiss... It seemed amazing!
For you, when he left you just started making more plans for him. One day you'd go on a dates publicly or hold hands on a train.. Just everything you did for the next hour is thinking about him and planning the next weeks together.
After him going out you followed him “Can we go and check on your son together?” he looked like at you nodding. It wasn't really much time till you arrived and saw his son. To your surprise, he really was a critical condition.. Toge just sat on his knees holding his hand.
“is he okay?” you mumbled as toge just nodded. Meanwhile Toge was telling his son about how happy he was that he was able to pay for the surgery. While the doctor came to the room and said that they wanted to start the surgery as you paid for it.
After a while you started comforting toge. He just cared for his son and was afraid of anything going wrong. “Toge.. Its fine... He's a good doctor..” you hugged him gently rubbing his back. Toge was trying his best to hold back his tears but eventually failed.
It wasn't so long till toge fell asleep cuddling with you. “Who's the parents of Haru Inumaki” the doctor said as you looked at him nodding. “we are... Im his mother... Tell me.. Did he make it?” you asked standing up while toge was in your arms. The doctor just noded smiling “he needs a rest, that's all”.
Since that day you became haru's mother. You took care of him as if he was your own son.
Everytime toge comes to your place, as he's still paying back for the hospital bills you paid, he brings haru with him as a request from you. You enjoyed Haru's company more than anything. He did too! He finally got a mother!
Toge in the other hand, felt like the attention you gave his son cute, you were a bit too adorable as he would say. His heart just told him that you are the one for him.
Something told him to stop thinking about making you pay for his university bills and just stay as your husband instead. He knew that you were 7 years older than him. Yet toge really loved you.
“Boss, I have a simple request” he signed making your attention shift to him. “yes? what is it, toge?” your eyes lit up as they met his gaze.
“Can you pay University.. Bills for me?” he wrote down hesitantly giving you the paper. You smiled knowing that it only meant that you could meet him more and do more things with him.
“Yes, only if we pretend to be a husband and wife. I'll get you a ring too” you replied as toge's face turned red mumbling an okaka. “don't you want me to pay for the university fees?” you paused as he held your hands nodding.
“then what?... you don't want to pay like that?” he looked down as you said that. “I don't want to pretend.. I want to be your real husband” he cried finally taking the risk to talk.
You just were shocked. It was definitely a surprise, yet you welcomed Toge to your heart with open arms. “okay then, you are my husband starting from next month” you smiled kissing him making him the happiest man.
Even though it started as a request from both of you, no one could have guessed that you'd fall that hard for eachother.
#jujutsu kaisen#inumaki#anime#inumaki to/ge#jjk inumaki#inumaki fluff#inumaki toge#toge inumaki#jujutsu kaisen inumaki#jjk#inumaki headcanons#inumaki angst#inumaki smut#inumaki x reader#toge x reader#toge icons#toge imagines
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE EIGHTEEN || SAGE
↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen
↳ warnings : mention of blood + mention of killing + EXTREME grammar issues
↳ form : story
↳ published : 10 april
↳ pronouns : she/her
↳ word count : 3.8k
↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....
↳ previous episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 3
↳ next episode : black flash
↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, i did cringe a bit writing this episode for some reason ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ but also i have been getting a lot of asks in my inbox asking me if you can add me on genshin impact, and i am not opposed to that! just tell me in advance ╲ʕ·ᴥ· ╲ʔ also volume one of komi can’t communicate came in today! also...the idea i have is coming in soon...so beware.....BUT thank you so much for being so patient with the series and hope you enjoy this special cup of classic black coffee ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡
BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:
1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.
2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.
2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...
Destructive Curse Spell Number Fifty-Four : Haien : 6:08-6:12 (but like it’s more emphasised to look like this : 1:55-2:05)
3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.
“Where the hell is Fushiguro, right now?” you muttered under your breath as you swiftly ran around the extremely large building you were currently in right now after trying to run away from Kyoto student: Kamo Noritoshi, who seemed too adamant to catch you for some odd reason.
At this current moment in time, you were desperately trying to find your partner after instantly splitting up with him when you both had entered the building causing you to become concerned for the shikigami user since his opponent didn’t seem to be holding back. Even though in the back of your mind, this was your one and only opportunity to go and find the curse you needed to exorcise for your school team to win the first day of the Exchange Event, you knew that the second that Kamo could sense your curse energy leave the premises, he would turn away from his battle and chase you down leaving Fushiguro the role of trying to locate you - which was going to be difficult for him.
Digging into your skirt pocket, you quickly pulled out a fist that had a few pink petals that you had kept after you had used some of them to attack Kamo earlier before gradually transferring some of your cursed energy within them. Slowly, you processed to open your palm letting the same blush coloured petals begin to glide into the air allowing them to travel down the hall you were running through right now causing specks of your cursed energy to be located everywhere they moved to lead your opponents to be somewhat confused about where you really were right now.
ꕥ
“Your team partner seemed to be the smart type,” Kamo mentioned as he turned his head to look behind him since he slowly began to sense the chaotic flow of cursed energy that was beginning to vastly surround the building right now as he was quickly struggling to locate the original source of the cursed energy that he needed to find, which was you.
“She’s always been the smart type, it’s quite scary in my opinion,” Fushiguro commented before raising his tonfas in a defensive position before taking the time given to him to try to locate where you were before giving up the second he tried once his discovered how immense your cursed energy was flowing in the building right now.
‘What the hell? How does she do that?’
Hastily, Fushiguro lunged himself forward as he attempted to attack Kamo leading his opponent to block his hit before suddenly retaliating, only for Fushiguro to defend himself quickly as well. However, it seemed as if both sorcerers were not going to give up as easily as a continuous row of attacks commenced between the two causing them to travel backwards and forwards along the hallway they were in right now.
Suddenly, there was a violent contact with the backs of their wrists leading Kamo to proceed to swiftly turn his body to the side of the opposition as he forcibly thrust his palm out towards the shikigami user causing Fushiguro to use his remaining tonfa to block his attack causing his weapon to snap in half as well as him being pushed back to the other side of the hallway where he first stood.
Staring down at the now tattered wooden weapon, Fushiguro casually threw it to the side leading Kamo to begin to spew out with what was currently running through his mind.
“Shikigami users who can fight this well in close combat are precious, you’ve improved. I’m happy,” Kamo expressed with an impressed tone, leading Fushiguro to unexpectedly cringe at the amount of time you had beaten him up during the past two months of training you both had together.
“What is this sense of fellowship you keep throwing out?” Fushiguro asked in an irritated tone since he wasn’t in the mood to converse about anything to do with the clans at this moment in time.
“I’m sympathising, someday you’ll be one of those supporting the major clans, well maybe the four major clans if the L/N remained after the Heian Era,” Kamo suggested, causing the erratic-haired sorcerer to look at the opposition with a deadpan expression painted on his face.
“Gojo doesn’t even support the clans even though she is in the Gojo clan,” Fushiguro reminded Kamo leading to the sorcerer in front of him to shift slightly as if the news to him was surprising at all since it seemed as if you and the strongest sorcerer was ‘close’ despite the joking tension between you both.
“I intend to kill Itadori Yuji,” Kamo suddenly announced, as if that was not known to everyone within the Tokyo team right now.
“On Principal Gakuganji’s orders? So why chase after Gojo?” Fushiguro questioned, as he was still perplexed on why the blood manipulation sorcerer would go after you if his main priority was to eliminate his friend and classmate.
“No, it’s my personal decision. As a member of the Kamo clan, one of the three major clans, I believe that’s the right call,” Kamo answered before going silent, as if he had something in mind currently before he began to voice his opinion once again, “you should be able to understand that, too,”.
“Sorry, but I really don’t get it at all”
Suddenly, Kamo unexpectedly left something lightly slice his cheek slightly causing him to turn to view what was behind him to notice that you were standing there with your armed raised up, leading him to turn back forward to discover your katana piercing the wall that was behind Fushiguro (who looked at you with widened eyes) as your teammate managed to move his head to the side in time before your weapon pierced him instead.
“Oh, I missed,” you commented as you noticed a hint of blood escaping from his small wound, before using your other hand to violently pull the invisible chain of your katana back like a boomerang leading Kamo to swiftly dodge the weapon this time, while being surprised on how you had managed to retrieve your sword back without moving an inch towards it.
“What do you mean? You, me and Fushiguro are the same,” Kamo then declared, causing you to give him an extremely offended look from behind before turning to the side as if to convey to the sorcerer that you weren’t going to listen to him anymore.
“No, we’re not,” Fushiguro replied with an annoyed as well as fed-up expression on his face, as he didn’t expect his opponent to say something as weird as he did right now.
‘He’s spouting some scary stuff all of a sudden...and couldn’t Gojo warn me about this little attack of hers?’
“We are,” Kamo responded, only for Fushiguro to retaliate back leading you to turn your head back to the conversation with a slightly vexed look since you didn’t want such a stupid discussion between two descendants of the three major clans to go on forever like this.
“We’re not, please save those discussions for Maki-san. I no longer have any connection with the Zenin clan,” Fushiguro informed his opponent causing Kamo to turn to you as if you would try to have an understanding of what he was trying to carry out.
“Remember, I don’t actually have any connections to the Gojo clan, I’m not related to them by blood and even if Gojo-sensei adopted me out of the blue,” you explained to Kamo while raising your hands up like you were surrendering when really you were trying to avoid any topic to do with the clans overall.
“Besides, I don’t believe I’m ‘right’. No, sorry. That’s not right, I don’t care if I’m right or wrong,” Fushiguro commented as he looked down towards his raised hand with a softened expression to which caused Kamo to turn back to the shikigami user.
“I just...have faith in my own good conscience, I save people according to my own conscience. If you would reject that, then...we’ll just have to curse each other,” Fushiguro suddenly declared, as a wave of cursed energy began to surround him causing you to sudden be on guard since you didn’t know what your classmate had prepared.
Unexpectedly, a shikigami frog appeared from the side causing you to prepare yourself in an attack stance in case Kamo decided to move towards you, to which he did turn to face you only for the same shikigami to dissolve into the shadow it had come from leading Kamo to open his eyes in shock at the common but smart strategy that the younger sorcerer had come up with.
“This one burns through cursed energy, so I can only use it by itself. I only recently tamed it,” Fushiguro explained before positioning his hands in front of him as he prepared the next shikigami that he was going to summon.
“Max elephant,” the shikigami user announced before the shadow below him began to merge into the shape of a pink elephant leading you to look at the animal with widened eyes as you didn’t expect such a large shikigami to appear right in front of you.
‘What the hell?’ you thought, as the elephant’s cheeks began to swell up while Kamo began to position himself into an attack position. However, it seemed the elephant was going to attack first as a suddenly sprouted out a massive wave of water that could fill up the ocean, causing you to yell out in shock before quickly deciding to stab your katana deeply into the ground to have something to hold on to as Kamo quickly swept into the mass of water leading to the wall behind to break.
“Maybe tell me when you are going to attack, you drag!” you yelled out to your classmate in anger as he rushed next to you causing your partner to look at you weirdly since you were kind of being hypocritical at this current moment in time.
“Just jump across to attack him while I use Nue to corner him!” Fushiguro stated to you in a serious tone, leading you to nod at him before launching yourself forward towards the sorcerer with your katana blade facing the opposite direction it was supposed to since you didn’t want to critically damage your opponent.
Behind you, Fushiguro interlocked his thumbs before fanning out the rest of his finger to represent wings as he swiftly summoned Nue into the battle leading the bird-like creature to strike him with lightning, paralysing Kamo for a second before he suddenly reached into his uniform to slowly reveal a bag of blood to which he then proceeded to throw the object in your direction, causing Nue to bump into you as if to move you away from the item as the blood bag quickly exploded causing the shikigami to be trapped within what seemed to be a rope of blood.
However, you could not let the sudden event faze you as you proceeded to place your foot to the side of the building you were pushed against before thrusting yourself downwards with extreme force to attack Kamo while Fushiguro dashed towards the same opponent to do the same thing.
“I can’t afford to lose!” Kamo screamed as he began to lung forward towards Fushiguro.
Suddenly, a large explosion destructively echoed behind you leading you to reach to the ground with one hand before riskily twisting the same hand to make your body spin before you quickly landed of your feet to the ground causing Fushiguro to look at you with a worried expression before all three of you peered up above to see a vast structure of what seemed to be wood, growing ever to rapidly in the air.
“What is this?” Kamo questioned in a panic before Fushiguro noticed someone running along the tiles rooftop from above.
“Inumaki-senpai?!” Fushguro yelled out in an alarmed tone causing you to look to the side to see your senior classmate running in what seemed to be incomplete adrenaline and fear.
“Run-away!” Inumaki spoke, causing his voice to ring out to everyone as they realised that it was his cursed technique that was occurring right now, causing your bodies to instantly run away from the mass destruction that was occurring right now.
ꕥ
“Huh?” Utahime muttered as she stared at the how red flamed paper talisman while everyone in the room with her peered at them with the same surprised expression.
“The game’s over? And they all burned red?” Utahime questioned as the flames quickly extinguished themselves leading to a large volume of smoke remaining.
“That’s odd, my crows didn’t see anything,” MeiMei commented.
“I’d love to say Great Teacher Gojo’s students exorcised them all, but…” Gojo mentioned as he placed his hands together as if to tell everyone in the room that he was thinking of another solution that might have caused this issue as all the screens in front of them now became static.
“The charms will burn red for unregistered cursed energy,” Principal Yaga informed everyone.
“You think it’s an outsider? Some invader?” Utahime queried, as she turned to her colleague with a concerned expression on her face.
“Does this mean Tengen-sama’s barrier isn’t functioning?” MeiMei then asked, but it wasn’t answered as Principal Gakuganji made a comment.
“Whether it’s an outsider or not, something unexpected is happening all the same,” he mentioned before wondering how this intruder was able to exorcise the semi-first-grade he had planted in order to assassinate Itadori Yuji.
“I’m going to Tengen-sama, Satoru and Principal Gakuganji, please protect the students. Mei, you stay here and identify the locations of the students, stay in constant contact with the other two,” Principal Yaga instructed everyone.
“Fully understood, I look forward to the bonus,” MeiMei mentioned, as she turned her head towards the sorcerer trying to convey that she was willing to follow his instruction with a price to pay.
“Come on, Gramps! Time for a walk! You just finished your lunch, didn’t you? I don’t want my daughter injured with you being slow!” Gojo stated in a light but playful tone as he clapped his hands twice to get the elder’s attention, leading the mentioned sorcerer to become silent and annoyed at the Six-Eye shaman.
“Let’s hurry!” Utahime mentioned as she was becoming worried about the time they were spending on talking in the room they were in rather than going out right now to help the students that were in trouble.
ꕥ
Running forward, you couldn’t help but notice how the branch that was behind you was still extending leading you to quicken your pace as everyone turned to the right, only for the same branch to twist itself in the same directions causing you to come to the conclusion that it was either a skilled curse user or special-grade curse that was the cause of it.
‘Did the mole tell whoever is doing this the location of the event?’
Although, before you could come to another conclusion on who was the mole within the group of Kyoto students, you suddenly heard Fushiguro gasp leading you to snap out of your thinking daze to see a large number of branches breaking through the wooden door that was in front of you leading to a vast volume of debris to rushingly come towards you to which caused you to over your face, allowing the veil that was processing to drip down above you to engulf every student at this current moment in time.
Once the huge mass of debris cleared itself, you noticed the change in colour around you before you turned your head towards the mass of branches in front of you with what seemed to be a curse standing on top of its masterpiece as if to showcase its sudden appearance.
“Why is there a cursed spirit at Jujutsu Tech? Who does this veil belong to?” Kamo asked rapidly, as his head was tilted up to view the intruder in front of him.
“Probably the curse user working with the cursed spirit,” Fushiguro answered, as he too was looking at the curse in front of him leading Kamo to question his knowledge about the situation in hand, while Inumaki let out a cough, causing you to worry about his condition right now since you didn’t have a single clue on how much he had used his voice in the current situation.
“There are a few unregistered special-grade cursed spirits roaming around Japan right now, probably this one was the one that attacked Gojo-sensei before,” you informed the sorcerers in front of you as you slowly began to remember the silly little drawing your adoptive father had given you when you first met with the Kyoto side’s principal.
“Tuna with mayo,” Inumaki commented as he waved a hand to signal a phone leading Fushiguro to agree with his upperclassmen as he proceeded to pull out his phone to contact Gojo, while Kamo commented on how Fushiguro could understand his classmate at all since he was still perplexed on how the Toyko students could even convey with him as well.
‘Why does it only look at me…?’
Yet, it seems as if you weren’t concentrating on their little conversation as you kept an eye on the curse since it seemed to be staring at you for some odd reason, leading you to tightly grip the hilt of your katana, as you now shifted your eyes down to make sure your fellow sorcerers (who were in front of you right now) were safe for the time being.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Fushiguro mentioned, as he placed his phone to his ear. “Maintain our distance and retreat to Gojo-sensei- '' Fushiguro then explained, but before he could finish his sentence, the curse swiftly moved behind Kamo before proceeding to break Fushiguro’s device from his hand.
“Don’t move!” Inumaki yelled out, leading to the curse freezing in its position before attacking Kamo, leading everyone to keep a distance away from the special-grade curse.
Suddenly, Kamo grabbed another bag of blood that he kept hidden within his uniform before letting it explode once again as he began to maintain control of the red substance. “Blood Manipulation: Slicing Exorcism!” Kamo yelled out before swinging the blood shaped shuriken towards your opponent, only for the curse to be left unscathed leaving the sorcerer to be surprised at the outcome.
Before the curse could even react, Nue suddenly appeared above you before flying downwards towards the special-grade curse with the same purple lightning you have gotten used to before Fushiguro suddenly swept in close to slash the curse with a sword he was hiding within his shadow like you had taught him to within the first week of training. However, it seemed that the katana’s dent that was made only healed as quickly as it appeared causing Fushiguro to tut in complete annoyance.
“.nerdlihc hsiloof, ti potS,”
“Stop it, foolish children,” the curse suddenly said, causing you to grab your head in surprise as you didn’t expect the curse that was in front of you right now to communicate to you at all since you didn’t have a clue on what it was saying but you somehow could understand it.
“I merely wish to protect this planet, that’s all,” the curse then explained, causing you to prepare your cursed energy to flow from your hand to your katana since you now knew that you needed to use your cursed technique to keep the others safe - yet you didn’t know how you could conceal the risk of being discovered.
“It’s a curse spouting nonsense! Don’t listen!” Kamo exclaimed intensely.
“This is on a whole different level than lower-grade cursed spirits,” Fushiguro then commented to Kamo as if it was obvious enough to everyone that was around that opponent at this current moment in time.
“The forests, the oceans, and the sky, all weep so vehemently that I can no longer stand it. It’s impossible to coexist with humans any longer. They know there are some humans who are kind to the planet, but how much does their affection even help?” the curse declared as it raised its head up to the sky as if it was speaking to a whole nation.
‘It somehow established its own language system...and somehow manages to communicate with us…’
“All they desire is time. This planet can shine blue once more, given a bit of time,” the curse spoke again before a sudden twist of branches appeared right behind the curse leading everyone that was in front of it to be on guard as the sudden impact that caused the ground to shake was evident enough on how dangerous this opponent was.
“Gojo Y/N...You can’t run, the veil is designed to keep you trapped within here...We need you for what is going to commence,” the curse suddenly declared causing you to look at it with wide eyes while all the boys turned to you with panicked expression painted on their faces since they were now concerned with your safety more right now than theirs.
‘I don’t know how long this curse spell will last, but I need to make sure it is enough to let everyone run before it can reach them’
“Is that so? Ah..what a drag,” you then asked, as you raised your katana up in the air with one hand as you gradually began to transfer a large amount of cursed energy within the blade. “You see, I began to notice that you seem to be a plant type of curse, I assume...something like wood right?” you rhetorically asked, before using your other hand to cover your mouth with the back of it to conceal the next few words that were going to come out of your mouth.
“Destructive Curse Spell number fifty-four: Haien,” you whispered before a sudden flame began to engulf the metal blade leading the boy to look at your weapon in astonishment at how wild the flames seemed to be due to the amount of cursed energy you had placed within the same blade. “So...why don’t you just burn to death them, would you?” you threatened in a low tone causing the boys to dash behind you before you swung your katana downwards to allow the flames to wildly and uncontrollably burst out in front of the special-grade curse leading to the building behind it to begin slowly extinguishing with the massive flames.
Turning around, you grabbed the fabric of Fushiguro’s and Inuamki’s uniforms (while yelling at Kamo to run) before using your strength as well as a hint of your cursed energy to violently push them forward away from the flames before running towards the same direction with them since this was the perfect opportunity to make a dash for it without any of the boys getting injured or harm in the process.
‘Whoever is responsible for the veil...is going to die..’
© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jjk imagines#jjk imagine#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#fushiguro megumi#gojo satoru#inumaki to/ge#zenin maki#kamo noritoshi#iori utahime#jujutsu kaisen mei mei#jjk mei mei#fushiguro megumi imagines#fushiguro megumi imagine#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki to/ge imagine#gojo satoru imagines#gojo satoru imagine#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#to/ge inumaki x reader
709 notes
·
View notes
Text
5 times inumaki toge held your hand, and 1 time he didn't (inumaki toge x gn!reader)
OH M Y GOD i finally finished this piece and i'm so happy with it and i hope you enjoy <333 i'm so excited AHH
masterlist
1.
Inumaki finds it, oh, so amusing to sneak behind Fushiguro and suddenly grab his hand. And while Fushiguro dug his own grave by complaining about that classic rom-com movie trope one too many times, it doesn’t account for the lengths that Inumaki goes to irritate him. For one, Inumaki likes to dip his hands in ice water before running to Fushiguro. Inumaki also likes to smear left-over cough syrup on his fingers, so Fushiguro will look down in confusion to find himself holding a very sticky hand. Point is, you don’t feel bad for Inumaki at all when Fushiguro chases him around Jujutsu High and leaves him stuck in a shikigami frog quite coincidentally deaf. And you definitely don’t blame yourself for feeling suspicious when Inumaki takes hold of your hands and squeezes them.
“You better not have spit in them, or something.”
Inumaki laughs. He shakes his head and drops your hands for a second, only for him to cup your face with his palms.
“Salmon?”
Get it?
You blink for a moment as you try to determine what Inumaki wants. His hands feel warm against your face; you unconsciously nudge your cheek closer to his palm. His thumb twitches, as if he wants to caress the skin it touches. So warm. Oh. That. You look down at your own hands and press them to your forehead. Cold.
“You want to warm my hands?”
Inumaki nods. He looks at you questioningly, and when you nod, he takes your hands in his and presses them together. You fight the smile tugging at your mouth. He gives in and rubs his thumbs over your hands, and you tell yourself you feel like this because of the cold. Not because of the rare moment of intimacy passing between the two of you. And not because Inumaki usually teases you, with rare moments like these becoming extremely difficult to pinpoint.
“Well, I hope you don’t do this to everyone who isn’t a human furnace.”
It starts off as a smile. His eyes crinkle into peach-blossoms and light falls to flush gold across his cheeks. “Okaka.” He says it so shamelessly, and so matter-of-factly, that you don’t need him to translate at all. Only for the ones I like. By now, his smile looks an awful-lot like a smirk.
“You’re a flirt,” you proclaim, reaching to tweak his ear, “and I’m not falling for any of it.”
2.
With only a few students roaming the Jujutsu High halls, bumping into Inumaki happens more often than not. Especially at times like these, where first light feels years away, and neither of you can sleep.
He beats you to the kitchen this time. For a moment you watch him shuffle around the kitchen: slinging the refrigerator door open with his elbow, pausing to think for a moment, standing on his tiptoes to carefully reach for a cup from the cabinet.
“Need help?”
In the early morning glow of refrigerator light, Inumaki’s snake and fang seal looks luminescent. You fight the urge to run your fingers across each concentric circle: tap thrice around his cheek, glide to the corner of his mouth, brush your thumb across his lip. But whatever faint illusion you saw disrupts immediately, because Inumaki jumps. The cup slips in his grasp. He saves imminent disaster with quick reflexes and a string of unintelligible safewords (even if they do sound anything but sweet); he clutches the clattering cup against his chest and blinks at you slowly. Recognition lights like little flame in his eyes, and he slumps his face into a deadpan exasperation.
Oops. At least he saved the cup?
“Ah, sorry.” You step forward to where he stands, raising your hand in greeting. “But nice catch! Couldn’t sleep?”
Inumaki lets himself smile for one, brief second. It doesn’t last long because he quickly morphs his features into a dirty look to point out your sorry excuse at apology. And then his mind starts working again--three a.m. insecurities unraveling out of his grasp--and he turns, quite rigidly, to set the cup behind him and press his hands against his face.
“You don’t need to”--
His hands scrabble across the counter. Finding nothing, his shoulders sag, and he makes do with pulling the neckline of his shirt up to hide the marks against his cavity. He turns. His gaze pleads: don’t say anything; don’t look at me; sorry, you have to see me, like this.
“You don’t have to hide it, Toge.”
Inumaki blinks at you owlishly. And then he shakes his head to roll his eyes. “Konbu.” He busies himself with the cup behind him.
“Is that for tea? I was thinking I’d make some, too.”
Inumaki nods, still shyly holding his shirt against his mouth. He wordlessly passes you the jar of hojicha tea blend. When you don’t take it from him, he cocks his head.
“I like black tea,” you murmur in embarrassment.
Inumaki raises an eyebrow. He rummages through a different cabinet and pulls out different jars to read the labels. When he finds the jar of black tea leaves, he holds it to you in satisfaction. When you still don’t take it, Inumaki frowns. “Tuna?”
“With milk.” You pull at your fingers. “It’s too strong for me. I mean, to drink plain.”
Inumaki grins.
“And sugar, please.”
He presses his hands against his mouth to stifle any sound. When he glances at you, amusement twinkles in his eyes. He forgets all about his exposed snake and fang seal. The neckline of his shirt drops back to regular position, and he reaches to grab your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours.
“Cod roe.” When he says it, strained breaths escape his lips as he tries to further stifle his laughter. He pulls you toward the fridge, and you watch as the filmy light bathes him in sublime gossamer. With his other hand, he grabs the carton of milk and nudges the refrigerator door shut with his foot. You manage to reach the sugar jar before you’re tugged away.
Inumaki makes no effort to release your hand even as he cheerfully fills the teapot with a spoonful of leaves and seeps the tea with hot water.
“Do you like holding hands?”
Inumaki shrugs. He does, to his credit, seem to think about it for a while. But he must think better of it, because just as he decides to open his mouth and whisper something, he shakes himself out of it. He settles with a shit-eating grin, while inching closer to you for dramatic effect.
You shut him up before he can say anything. “So not only are you a flirt, you’re a masochist. Very nice, Toge.”
The grin slips from his face for a split second. He sighs, reaching to gently rap his knuckles against the side of your head. And then the warmth of his hand replaces itself with a cup of aromatic tea.
When you look up to thank him, the softness in his gaze startles you. You don’t know what to say. Uncertainty makes you look away, only to dump two spoonfuls of sugar in your tea.
3.
People who spit their gum out on the sidewalk fill you with rage. Especially when you look around to spot the trash bin a few footsteps away. Gum clumps to the bottom of your shoe in a chewed, washed-out pink nearly unrecognizable with rings of cement-dust. If only you kept that spare napkin or hashi from today’s take-out.
The crossing-light beeps green. Your friends start stepping forward into the street--wait for me--you want to call, half-debating whether to follow them or not. Too late. The moment of hesitation passes, and you sigh, hobbling over to the trash bin to scrape your shoe against the rim. Stupid bubblegum. Stupid pedestrian who doesn’t care about other people.
You blink back angry curse-words that feel too loud for public space. You swing your leg down from the bin and take a tentative practice-step against the ground. Good enough to walk with, even if it does feel slightly sticky. Nothing terribly uncomfortable. As you pull out your phone to text everyone to wait up, you swipe left on a notification from Inumaki.
Oh, good. Did he notice you got stuck on the other side of the street? You expect to see a message of where to meet up again.
But the snap is a video of you angrily attacking the trash bin with your foot. And then there’s Inumaki wheezing in the background as you watch your past-self crumple your face into your hands in a moment of existential crisis. The caption reads: got gum stuck on their shoe ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭ wait up for us at that tree near home.
You let the snap replay for a moment as you stare at it in amusement. “You waited.”
When you look up, the corner of Inumaki’s mouth twitches, and he raises his phone in front of his face in futile efforts to take multiple pictures of your reaction. Or a video.
You wrestle the phone out of his grasp and flip the camera over to take a selfie of the two of you. “Was this all part of your plan to spend more time with me?” You glance at him with a look that shows a swagger only meant for people who jest.
Inumaki won’t meet your gaze. He saves the photo to his phone and tucks it back into his pocket before he reaches for your hand and nudges his head toward the street. “Tuna, tuna?”
Ready to go?
When you nod, Inumaki straightens up, and his smile brightens. The green light flickers yellow as the crossing-timer ticks down, and now the two of you dash across the street, half-running, half hopping from one white stripe to the next, until you step back onto concrete as the timer ticks down, two, one, zero.
Sincerity. “I didn’t think you would wait.” You smile at him, not caring at all about the influx of adoration present in your gaze. “Thanks.” And then, “We better get to the park, fast. You look cold.”
Inumaki furrows his brow.
You point to his face. “Your cheeks are flushed. It’s windy, I’m a little cold, too.”
Inumaki sighs, his eyes narrowing. He brings your hands up to press against his cheek. His face feels warm to the touch.
“Do you have a fever?”
“Salmon.” Inumaki scowls and zips his collar all the way up to his nose. He quickens his pace and refuses to talk to you for the rest of the walk back.
4.
Later at the end of the week when you gather at movie night that Itadori declared a new tradition, the room awashes in black and white light with voices emerging from the television in garbled, old-hollywood sound. The movie looks old. You came for the snacks and laughter, but you didn’t realize that Itadori meant business when he planned movie night. He actually looks invested in the plot … and so does everyone else.
Even Fushiguro shuts up, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear: are you scared Toge will use your complaining against you? Fushiguro rolls his eyes and without sparing you a glance, shifts closer to Itadori and flips you off.
You laugh. Itadori swivels his head around to glare at you. “Shush!”
From somewhere at the other end of the couch, Kugisaki leans forward and drapes her arms over her knees. “Seriously?” She gazes at the television with an unimpressed look. “Why didn’t he lock his door?”
“Dumb. Dumb as hell,” you quip.
Itadori nods. “Right? I think he’s going to”--
“Tuna, tuna.” Inumaki points forward, and the door on screen starts to open.
“Victim number four,” Maki snickers.
Among the various plot twists and string dissonance, you manage to doze off. Your eyes shudder open at jump-scares when Inumaki’s knee knocks against yours, or when Fushiguro leans back a little too much and accidentally bonks his head into your shins. Or when Kugisaki leans over to playfully toss a pillow at you, laughing when you blink awake only to drift back to sleep.
Inumaki nudges your side during one of these waking-from-loud-externalities. He motions toward his shoulder. “Takana.” Television glare kisses light across his eyes, and for a moment, Inumaki holds everything you have ever wanted to see all at once: I am not leaving, I am not leaving, I will wait for you, always.
You stare as your head wavers from weight it doesn’t know how to properly distribute at this state of exhaustion.
Inumaki chuckles quietly. Fondness proves hard to pull away from, especially when it comes from a boy who laughs when you trip over your shoes, or teases you every morning, or would let you shiver in the cold while he walks smugly in a warm jacket. Because now, when you don’t have the energy to convince the two of you that you like each other as just friends, it feels too easy to drift into the free-fall of something more. For some reason, you let things pass at the hours from dusk to dawn. In the uncertainties of early morning, and when the two of you look at each other among the rest of your friends, you never feel the urge to play dumb.
When you rest your head against his shoulder and lean up to press a soft kiss to the skin underneath his jaw, Inumaki reaches for your hand and shakes his head. He rubs little circles into your palm. Go to sleep, (Y/N). You’re just tired.
5.
He holds your hand when you least expect it. And when you most expect it, all at once. The familiar gesture of intimacy becomes something entirely Inumaki, one that ironically shys away from any confrontation of intimacy. It starts with the warmth of his hands, and quickly turns into the way he likes to play with your fingers, or trace little stars into the impression of your knuckles when he lets his thumb press against your skin. Never has he drawn hearts.
You know why he won’t. Inumaki does it out of consideration. He can too easily picture your freak-out if you felt a heart lazily drawn onto your skin. How strange, to crave something right in arms-reach. All the comfort laid in front of you, from the way he looks at you, and the way he holds you, and the way he smiles at you when you wave at him in the morning: you could take it.
Every week you tell your therapist: I learned how to set boundaries, I learned how to assert myself, I learned that what happened in the past won’t happen in the future. Not everyone will leave. But still, a lingering thought flips uncomfortably in your mind. Why can’t you let him in?
When you think about it, it comes down to the unknown. What happens after this honeymoon stage? Will you still feel the same? Will he still feel the same? What happens when he holds your hand, and it no longer feels like home?
And every night, you think, no, it doesn’t matter. No matter what your mind comes up with, it needs to happen, one way or the other. If anyone, you should know; in all your years of life, your comfort zone never led you well.
Now, when Inumaki takes your hand, you forget about playing naive. The words that leave your mouth feel more bold. Sometimes you laugh at the flush that casts across Inumaki’s face when he blinks at you in incredulation.
“I’m going to take the risk,” you tell your therapist the next time you see them. “I’m ready, now.”
+1
Inumaki meets you near the bookstore when you emerge, his hands stuck into his pockets as he approaches you curiously. Maybe you should have rethought this, because an Inumaki in street-style never fails to take your breath away. Sometimes it becomes so easy to envision him in just his classic Jujutsu uniform, and you forget that the boy before you can actually dress. And dress well.
“Hey.” When you look up to smile at him, it surprises you how easy the gesture comes. The number of times you envisioned this moment made millions of possibilities branch from this very interaction, but based on how he’s reacting, and based on how you feel, all your worries float away. Inumaki looks really nice today. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you clear your throat, hoping Inumaki won’t notice your fumble. “I wanted to tell you something.”
Inumaki nods. He says nothing, but his lip trembles slightly. He regards you with apprehension and shifts in his stance, weight alternating from one foot to the other. You want to reach forward and thumb the worry lines away from his forehead. You almost lose your will to confess in the way you imagined, because the urge to promise him that he won’t need to worry comes so suddenly.
Things come full-circle, don’t they?
You reach forward to take his hand.
Inumaki sucks in a breath. With such a cool, outwardly exterior, it surprises you to see his eyes fly open so wide. But, you’ve never held his hand first. His mouth opens and closes slightly as he tries to make sense of this.
Maybe he already figured out why you wanted to talk to him, by now.
Yet instead of grinning, he settles with gazing at you in anticipation. The hope in his eyes conceals itself poorly. Your chest aches to see how he tries to force casual indifference, while he clearly hangs onto every word that is about to leave your mouth.
His hand feels warm in yours. Safe. You trace a heart against his skin. Slow and deliberate. And then you do it again. And again. Little notes of affection blooming across his skin. “I like you,” you murmur. “I want to try. I want there to be an us.”
Inumaki’s face brightens. A smile spreads across his face as he gazes at you with a mixture of emotions that watercolor their way across his skin.
You squeeze his hand a little too hard. “And before you say anything,” you interrupt, “I’m serious. I’m not going to be scared anymore. I’m ready.”
Inumaki tugs on the hand that connects the two of you, and he pulls you into his arms. When he rests his head on your shoulder, you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips in relief. Being here feels so easy. So warm.
He traces little hearts against your shoulder blades, and as you press your lips to his temple, (for real, this time), you think it’s been a long time since you’ve felt so sure.
#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge imagine#inumaki to/ge x y/n#inumaki x reader#inumaki to/ge#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki imagines#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#inumaki to/ge x you#inumaki to/ge fanfic#inumaki toge#inumaki fluff
635 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sleepy
Request: "Hihi! Prompt no. 49 for inumaki toge pretty please? 🥰"
49. "Mine." "I know but can you let me go?"
↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader
↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff, mention of Yuta!
↬ Word Count: 1k
↠ a/n: this is actually my first time writing about Inumaki and I gotta say, he fits the fluff content uwu
↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event
"Tuna."
The used to be tamed, white ball of fluff— now wild upon waking up from his dream land. Inumaki wasn't really a morning person to begin with during his weekend breaks. Usually Panda would be the one to pull him out of bed alongside with Maki (and if Yuta were present, he'd be laughing from the back ground instead of helping the poor guy), luckily all second years were given some days to enjoy themselves and for once, they had agreed to postpone training since it was their routine even at breaks.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the lad was practically jumping in glee yesterday as he tugs onto your shirt. Wiggling his brows in excitement to have you sleep with him longer without further interruptions from the two and his teacher. Much like every one except Maki, they've gone back to their respective homes during these times rather than being cramped up in the dorms. Too many prying eyes to witness all of your private moments anyways. Pretty much explains how you and Inumaki slept back in your apartment which was still surprisingly clean as you left it.
Being the nonchalant looking guy and being the quiet one, Inumaki was not far from resembling to a feline animal. His head kept on nuzzling against your chest deeper in plead and comfort when you stopped scratching his scalp. Whenever you'd do that you catch a faint sigh and the arms wrapped around you squeezing. The little languages you've learned that meant gratitude and a silent whisper of love.
If only you could just see the annoyed mark on his forehead as he listens to you and your long time friend and comrade, Yuta. It was a real shocker to have him call you so sudden. Thinking it may be serious, you didn't hesitate to answer only to have Yuta just asking how things were in a cheery tone. That had led to a longer conversation though. Long enough for Inumaki to groan and whine gradually louder in hopes you'd just return back to sleep with him.
Oh you're mistaken. Yuta knows exactly what he's doing to push his buttons off. The used to be timid male now bold enough to ruin his friend's routine. Credits to Panda for initiating the idea and Maki, not wanting to deal with any of this, walks away from the conversation.
"Was that Inumaki? Hey man!"
"Okaka.."
Scoffing, his hands slid underneath your shirt, placing them on your sides. You glared at him softly as a warning before continuing your talk with Yuta. "Yeah, he just woke up. Not a morning person remember?"
"I'll say. Wait, am I interrupting something?"
His head shot up, nodding profusely while lightly shaking your body. It tickled your sides to be honest, you thought he was just playing around when in fact he desperately wants you off the phone this instant.
"Ah, no! He's just tickling me." coughing out a giggle. "Stop that." you whispered, covering your phone to avoid Yuta from hearing. Inumaki then pouts in defeat. Gently thumping his head on your chest trying to find the comfort he's lost on his spot. Squirming in discomfort, Inumaki whines once more. It was literally only 7 am, he still needes much more sleep after having a late movie marathon with you last night. He can get cranky if he needed to just to get what he wants. It worked on Maki a lot though it does earn him a smack on the head.
"Well, I can hear the guy's getting worked up."
"You sly little boy. You knew exactly what you were starting, didn't you?" whispering against the phone with your hand cupped over your mouth. Making sure your boyfriend wasn't listening, Yuta simply laughs and bids his goodbye to continue on his tasks.
And finally— finally you put your phone away. Ready to receive the much needed affection, but soon confusion was written all over his face when you attempted to get up. "Tuna?" peeping his eyes from below you. Asking why you were getting up. "It's morning, silly. We have to get up eventually you know." you say after giving him an eskimo kiss.
His brows visibly furrow as he tangles his legs with yours. He may not seem like it, but his arms are quite built enough to be able to hold you down. Inumaki was strong, and you know better than to underestimate or try the guy.
"Babe, aren't you hungry?"
"Okaka!"
He claims as he huddles himself close to you like a ball. He was at the verge of sleeping, why can't you read that? "Oh, poor thing. Alright, you sleep in while I go cook us up something for later, k?" still he doesn't budge from his position nor his hold wavering even as you pry him away. You bit back an adoring smile to see him like this. Maybe you should have Yuta annoy him again. You knew about his irritation whenever your friends would come around during your time alone. It was fun riling Inumaki up if it gets him clinging onto you.
"Okaka!"
"I know, i know, but can you let me go? I promise I'll be quick."
"No"
The room went silent. You didn't realize you were holding your breath and had already been squeezed tighter in his arms. That was the first time Inumaki spoke something out of his vocabulary. Much to your relief, nothing seemed to happened. Inumaki was still in the same status as he was now, even snickering a bit from your reaction before pushing his head up away from your chest to meet with your lips.
There were shivers that ran down your spine when his hand came up to rub you from behind. Coming to a stop on the back of your head to pull you in deeper. Though the kiss was short, his actions seemed to dawn on you more than he expected, seeing as you were speechless still.
"Mine."
He whispers lowly, you worry about the fact that he's said two things out of his language. It was a miracle nothing happened. And he wasn't coughing blood or something, no. He remains the same as ever, feeling ever so at bliss before closing his eyes at the feeling of your fingertips running through his hair soothingly. "I have got to tell Yuta about this." giggling madly at how flustered and light your heart was, you were only met with light snores before slowly closing your eyes in the arms of your sleeping lover.
Oh well, breakfast can wait.
© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)
#inumaki x reader#inumaki imagines#inumaki scenarios#inumaki x y/n#inumaki x you#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki to/ge fluff#inumaki fluff#jjk inumaki#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#raines: gogatsu event
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Nobody can't tell me that Inumaki and maneater!reader don't use sign language to talk during classes when they are bored.
Before they used to doodle on each other's books, but they got placed on opposites sides of the classroom because they would always distract each other, so sign language it is.
But then, then Gojo prohibits them to use sign language too. And ofc, petty fucker reader won't have it and will learn morse code or smth just to spite gojo, inumaki gladly follows along too.
And please, just picture them using it even during tests, like Inumaki asking reader the answer to every other question and reader getting tired of it and not answering back, so inumaki, tiny smug menace that he is, morse codes something quickly to them and yuuta gasps really loudly (i just know he learnt morse code too, the cheeky fucker) and suddenly reader just stands and shouts "YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW INUMAKI" and everybody is just super confused and yuuta is on the floor laughing.
#maneater!reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#inumaki to/ge imagines#inumaki hcs#inumaki imagines#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk#jjk inumaki#jjk headcanons#okkotsu yuuta#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen
392 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mantelcosplay
Mantel Cosplay
michelangelohno
Why
eatcelery
•̀.̫•́✧ IG @yayo
androgynysims
ANDROGYNY SIMS
ostako
Untitled