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garfunklefield · 2 months

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Lipgloss and Cherries

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Fem!reader/Yuji Itadori Warnings: Yuji has a lipgloss kink/fetish, tongue kissing, creampie, whiney reader, YUJI IS AGED UP OKAY OKAY!!! Word count: 1958 words DESC: Yuji doesn't want to ruin your makeup and you confront him about it

I'm writing a Sukuna one shot but it's taking FOREVERRRRRRRRR (check my pinned masterlist for more :3)

You knew Yuji was fond of lipgloss, but you didn’t know to what extent. You didn’t notice his eyes staring at your pouted lip as you applied a pink gloss, or how aroused it made him. There was really no reason for this to be the thing that turned him on as much as it did and he quite frankly hated it. You always worked so hard on your makeup and he didn’t want to ruin it.

So he set a rule for himself, if you had lipgloss or even some amount of makeup he wouldn’t touch you like that. At first, it seemed like a surefire way to ensure you didn’t waste product and your hard work didn’t go down the drain. But it couldn’t stop the throbbing in his pants every time you pulled out that sparkly and shimmery gloss that clung to your lips, seemingly making them fuller.

“Yuji…” you began, pressing your lips together to make sure the spread of the product was even, “Do you like this one? I just got it at the store today.” It was some butter gloss that was way too pigmented for you, but you thought since your boyfriend's favorite color on you was pink you’d buy it.

When you applied it you noticed he had stopped staring at you. The curiosity and intensity that was once there months prior had vanished. You thought it was cute how obvious it was that he wanted to kiss you with lip gloss on. And he did for a bit. But now it was different. He wouldn’t kiss you or even look your way when you applied the thing you thought he liked.

Did you do something wrong? Did he secretly hate this shade of bubblegum pink? These thoughts began to seep their way into your brain. You were sure he liked you, I mean you had a healthy sex life. But he only ever initiated now after you took off your makeup. Even when you wanted it smudged and ruined around his cock he wouldn’t budge until you were bare-faced. Did he suddenly find you unattractive in a full beat? If you were honest with yourself you did your makeup to make yourself feel nice, sure, but also to impress Yuji.

And now all that hard work was going to waste if he didn’t appreciate it.

Yuji glanced over at you from his spot on your bed and nodded, “It’s cute, I guess,” then he returned back to watching his show on the TV, discreetly placing a pillow on his bulge.

Something had to be wrong. Was he really that unattracted to you in your makeup? You frowned and sat down beside him on the bed, placing the tube of makeup on your nightstand, “Am I ugly?”

He paused and slowly turned to stare at you, “…What.”

“Yuji, am I ugly?” You crossed your arms and tilted your head to the side, letting a bit of hair sweep across your forehead. You had cornered him now and he had to tell you the truth because he knew what you’d do if he lied to you.

“No! You’re gorgeous!” Yuji instantly replied, dropping the TV remote and placing his hand on your forehead to push the hair out of the way. “Why’d you say that?” He then inquired, with a feeling he knew exactly where this was headed.

Your eyes flitted to the pillow on his lap then to his face, “For like a month now whenever I wear makeup you won’t kiss me- or fuck me,” you blurted out the last part, biting your bottom lip afterward.

He couldn’t help but stare at the way your lip jutted out and how glossy it was. He wanted to feel that product against his own lips and down the shaft of his cock, so bad. He wanted you to be all messy for him, but it wouldn’t be fair to you or your hard work. He had to stay strong!

“I… fuck you,” Yuji turned his head to the side, attempting to ignore the swollen feeling deep in the tip of his cock. He hated it when you got like this because it turned him on so much. God he just wanted to hear you whine and whimper around his cock as he face fucked you.

“Not with makeup on! Am I doing a bad job at it? I thought you liked me with lip gloss on…” you trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. Maybe this was useless. He wasn’t going to admit something he didn’t mean and if he was avoiding the question like that… maybe you just didn’t look good in makeup.

“I do!” Your boyfriend sputtered out, quickly turning off the TV and turning on his side. He reached forward and grabbed one of your hands, against your protests, and forced you to look into his puppy dog-like eyes, “I’m just… it’s embarrassing.”

“Em…barrassing?” You repeated slowly.

He sighed and looked down, breaking your intense eye contact. The whole thing was embarrassing! How could just applying a product make him harder than belief?? “When you put on makeup and when you put on lipgloss… it makes me really, really, hard. And I didn’t wanna mess it up… but I really wanna mess it up,” he rambled on, avoiding eye contact as he did so.

The more you heard him speak the more you couldn’t help yourself to smile. He just wanted to make sure you didn’t mess up your makeup? That was all? So he didn’t even think you were ugly, it was the complete opposite. God if you had known… but god now that you do know.

You pressed your lips together to repress a smile but it was clear that wasn’t happening. Instead of speaking to break your boyfriend's incoherent ramblings, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his mouth. Yuji stiffened and then something … changed. One of his hands snaked around your waist and the other clamped down onto your head, grabbing a tuft of hair and pulling you close.

His mouth opened and took yours, molding them together in a sloppy kiss. He had never been this desperate before, clinging onto you as if his life depended on it. Yuji kissed you deeply and passionately, holding you in place so you couldn’t escape. The hand on your waist didn’t wander, although you found yourself desperately wishing it would. You wanted him to palm the wetness of your panties and dip his fingers into your cunt, before forcing you down on his length.

Within a second you found him removing the hand from your hair to grab onto the other side of your waist, moving you with ease to his lap. The pillow was gone and replaced with a raging boner underneath you. He seated you atop him and continued to kiss your glossed mouth. God, you felt so good. The way your supple lips glided across his own made him almost cream in his pants.

“Yuji…” you groaned, attempting to pull yourself away from him to speak. But he couldn’t let you go that easily. Instead, he placed a few shallow kisses on your lips, interrupting you every time you tried to speak. You finally managed to press both hands against his shoulders, forcing some gap of space between you two to utter those fateful words, “Put it in.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Your pants weren’t that special anyway, as he forced them off of your legs and threw them to the side. Before Yuji went and removed your underwear hastily he stopped and slid a hand down your front. God, you hated when he switched from desperate to teasing just to fuck with you.

“F..fuck. You’re really wet,” he murmured, gliding two gentle fingers up and down the front of your clothed pussy. You groaned and let your head fall back, just waiting for him to pound into you relentlessly.

“Please… you’re being mean,” you whined, grabbing his hand and pressing his fingers harder against your throbbing clit, “F-fuck… mm- please.”

A small and lopsided smile took hold of your boyfriend's lips and he did as you asked, lifting you up to help you remove your underwear. It was a matter of time before you two shimmied his pants and underwear off as well, leaving his cock free and leaking just for your pussy.

You leaned your head forward and pressed a kiss down onto his jaw, trailing downwards to his neck, “F-fuck me… please,” you groaned against his skin, letting your tongue massage an area you had chosen to bite down on.

Yuji lifted you by your large hips and positioned the tip of his cock at your slit, slowly sliding you down. Typically, he’d give you a moment to adjust but he just couldn’t resist. He slammed you down, then lifted you up, then slammed you down again. All in rhythmic bliss to achieve your high. You let out a breathy gasp as his tip kissed your G-spot, moving deeper and deeper into spots you couldn’t even reach yourself.

God, his cock was perfect. The way it curved through your walls and rubbed against you just made your knees weak. And the way he didn’t even let you breathe, slamming your hips down against his with ease.

“G-god… f..mm you’re.. T-tight,” Yuji breathed out, moving his head forward to lock your lips again in a slobbery kiss. You slid your tongue across his bottom lip and in response you felt his mouth open wider, practically begging you for more of your taste. You forced your tongue into his mouth and felt his follow suit into yours. They danced around, his wet tongue turning you on more than you’d realistically expect.

The forbidden feeling began to form deep in your cunt, spreading through your thighs and then up your stomach. You were going to cum and you couldn’t wait. “Y-Yuji,” was all you needed to whine before he knew exactly what was going to happen.

He nodded and pulled his lips from yours, to press his face deep against the crook of your neck. From the way he forced you up and down on his length, you could sense he was close too. Just the thought of his cum spilling into you was enough to send you over the edge, with your hands clenching circles around his shoulders. Your nails dug deep into his skin in a way that made your boyfriend gasp. And you felt yourself clench around his cock, cumming. You felt the pleasure wash over from your pussy straight over your body in a way it never had before, with your eyes fluttering closed and a guttural moan escaping your lips.

Then a few seconds of plapping passed before you heard him whimper and tense. His arms switched from forcing you up and down on his cock to wrapping around your torso, holding you tightly to his chest. He instead thrust upwards into your cunt to ride his high, barely paying you any mind as he fucked you senseless. Thick spurts of cum filled you before you could realize he had been cumming into you. Oh fuck it you can take a plan B later, right? You gasped as he continued to shoot load after load inside your cunt, using you as his personal fuck toy.

“Mmm, babe,” Yuji whispered hoarsely, now leaning his head back against your headboard. His eyes were slowly unfocusing as he continued to speak, staring up at the ceiling, “Can you go on birth control?”

“W… Why?” You slowly blinked a few times to look at your boyfriend.

“I want to fill you up from now on.”

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dark-mnjiro · 10 months

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safe :: okkotsu yuuta

author’s note: hello everyone! this is my submission for @ilyluffy dark content collab - again I’m so sorry it took me this long to put out I also feel this fic really started out strong and then idk - it just seemed to have fallen on its face at the end. Oh well. I hope you enjoy.

warnings: yuuta x afab!reader, dark content, yandere themes, mentions of murder, blood, somnophilia, dubcon, small bits of noncon, mentions of stalking, obsession/obsessive thoughts, possessive!yuuta, unprotected sex/breeding, eventual smut, mating press, noncon fingering (reader is asleep), noncon touching/undressing, mentions of pet names (pretty baby etc), some mind games/manipulation.

Peeking through the cracked bedroom door, he could see you sleeping soundly. A sigh of relief fell from his lips before opening the door and stepping inside the shared bedroom. He stood at the door of the bedroom, watching you inhale and exhale. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile. After the day you had, you deserve a nice long rest.

While Yuuta trusted you while you went out into the world, what he didn’t trust was the world. And some days, it just felt right to keep an extra eye on you. He witnessed countless monsters trying to take what was his. Subtle touches, casual flirting… It was all too much for him.

You were far too innocent to understand what was happening. You would smile with each compliment or touch - not understanding that these monsters were trying to steal you away from him. You were too cute. Too pure. No, he had to protect you from the monsters that lay in waiting outside to steal you.

Some learned that lesson the hard way today…

He slowly climbed into bed, careful to not disturb you. The moonlight peaking through the blinds illuminated his features and the streaks of blood on his face and clothes. His hand snaked around your waist, still fast asleep as he buried his face into the back of your neck. “No need to worry,” he whispered. “It’s not my blood…”

He wasn’t too sure if you could hear him, but still wanted to make it clear that he did everything in his power to protect you from every monster that tried to take advantage of you. His lips ghosted against the nape of your neck before he raised to watch you sleep for a moment longer.

Yuuta wasn’t sure what had possessed him from not washing off the blood before getting into bed with you, but in some carnal way - he was thankful he hadn’t. The way the crimson stained your perfect skin… the blood of all those monsters.

Exterminated.

His eyes trailed down your sleeping form before adjusting his position to gently push you onto your back so he could sit between your legs. His large hands moved up your legs, then your thighs, and then gave the plush flesh a light squeeze before pushing your legs further apart.

Crimson trails littered your skin causing Yuuta to smirk. He did this for you. For both of you. His hands reached the dainty fabric of your panties before his soiled hands tugged them off of your body. The blood soaked into the fabric before tossing the clothing to the floor. He leaned closer to you before bringing his thumb to your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves.

Your hips gave an excited jolt much to Yuuta’s delight as his thumb pressed harder. Soft pants fell from your lips before the gentle whisper of his name fell from your lips.

“Sweet baby,” he whispered.

All he wanted was to make you feel good with his touch, his hands… the hands that scared away the monsters every night from harming you.

“You’re mine,” he said in a hushed tone. “Always mine.”

“…Yuuta,” you mumbled as your legs clenched again.

Your name fell from his lips. He removed his hand from your clit before towering over you. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against yours earning a small moan from you as a reward. His tongue prodded into your mouth before rutting his hips against your body.

He couldn’t stop himself.

He could feel his pants tightening with each rut. A slew of swears tumbled from his lips before his dark eyes gazed back at you. Your lips were parted as soft pants filled his ears. Yuuta raised again. A thought crossed his mind as his eyes roved over your body. He made quick work removing his clothing before his hands moved up your body again, pushing the T-shirt you were sleeping in to expose your breasts. His thumbs ran over your hardening nipples, before cupping the flesh within his grip.

“I’m sorry, pretty baby,” he almost moaned. “Just a bit won’t hurt, right?”

It wasn’t as if you would respond being so deep in your slumber as he pressed the tip of his hardened cock against your dripping core. He pushed further into you, groaning as his hips snapped forward from the feeling of your cunt hugging his length in all the right ways.

“Fuck,” he whined. “I’m sorry baby… I can’t stop.”

His hips stuttered again, pushing his cock further into you. His hands came to your hips before guiding your legs back to give him better leverage. Your ankles rested on his shoulders before pushing your thighs against your chest.

“Y-Yuuta…?”

Your eyes snapped open before you realized what was happening before his hand came to your mouth. A strangled cry of pleasure fell from your lips as tears beaded at the corner of your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” he whispered, thrusting into you harder. “Why do you have to be so pretty for me? It’s your fault, you know…?” He paused as his hips slammed into you harder, earning another cry. “You’re too pretty… look how much you wanted this… you’re soaking my cock.”

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot, sending electric shivers throughout your body. If this hadn’t felt so good, you probably would have been furious but… Your hands came up to his shoulders before he thrust harder.

Yuuta removed his hand from your mouth as another moan tumbled past your lips. “My pretty baby,” he cooed in between his whimpers. “See what you do to me? Gonna let me take care of myself right?”

“Y-yes,” you cried out as your orgasm began building up in the pit of your stomach. Your nails dug into his skin as he hissed.

His hand slipped between your legs again before teasing your clit as his thrusts increased. Gasping, your grip on his shoulders tightened. “That’s it,” he moaned, as he began chasing his orgasm now. “Cum for me, pretty baby…”

Crying out his name, your body tensed before feeling pleasure wash over your body. Panting, you relaxed against the bed as you felt Yuuta’s hips stutter again, knowing he was close to his edge.

“Yuuta,” you whined. “Fill me up… please.”

Those words were all it took before he thrust again, grunting loudly. You groaned as you felt his cock twitching inside of you and suddenly releasing into you. He hissed as he pulled out.

You offered a sweet smile before Yuuta collapsed face-first into your chest. Your hands came to tangle through his dark hair as he closed his eyes.

“My pretty baby,” he whispered. “So good for me…”

He knew he should wake you up and have your shower, but a carnal part of him wanted to stay like this with you forever. The blood only seemed to add to the allure of it. Hopefully, you won't be angry with him in the morning, but he knew deep down his pretty baby would take any excuse or reason he had to offer as fact.

Too pretty for your good.

Even covered in blood.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled. “You know I’ll always keep you safe…

“Mhm…” you hummed. “Goodnight Yuuta…”

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shapeshiftsnakeart · 8 months

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POOKIE!!

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linkspooky · 11 months

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Thank you for @oakyvii for the cover of my Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic, a pre-culling game YutaMaki fic giving them more bonding time before separating for the culling games and explores the relationship of both characters.

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privwrites · 4 months

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Geto's Golden Girl

Suguru Geto x female Reader x Gojo being Gojo

summary: You're Suguru Getos best and favourite student. He sends you on a new mission, and technically there's nothing that could go wrong. That is until you meet a former friend of your Sensei, who is all to eagier to get to know everything about you and your connection to Geto...

wordcount: around 4300

authors notes:

• not many spoilers really, but you should know what happens to Geto at the end of the jjk movie

• fanfiction takes place in an AU in which Geto will NEVER die (I'm still traumatised). Let's just say Gojo didn't have the heart to actually kill Geto at the end of jjk 0. Instead he left him severely wounded and walked away. That was your chance to save Geto and bring him home.

• English isn't my first language, so I might mix up some JJK terms.

tw: age gap (it's not a fanfic of mine if it doesn't have an age gap haha sorry), student x sensei/mentor/kinda father figure dynamic, violence, fight scenes, emotional rollercoaster, mentions of death, mentions of manipulation and kidnapping, humour, angst, fluff

Beta read by no one, I need female anime friends <3

backstory: You're one of Geto Sugurus scholars. Years ago he had rescued you from the humans of your village. You were able to see things they didn't, so they tried to exorcise you. You would've been dead if it hadn't been for Geto. Back then you were eight years old. Ever since then you lived with the sorcerer. He became your personal mentor, since he saw great potential in you and your cursed energy. The other two girls he rescued, Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba, were a few years younger than you. You viewed them as your sisters, but they never got as much attention and training from Geto like you did.

You were on your way home when you felt the first raindrop on your cheek. Looking up, the sky was gray, framed by orange-brown leaves on the trees lining the pavement. Autumn had finally arrived in Japan, and you felt relieved to bid farewell to this summer's heatwave. More raindrops fell, splashing on your dark blue jacket. Sighing, you opened your umbrella—this morning, the sky had been sunny and blue. Luckily, you always came prepared. The first humans hastened towards the stores, seeking shelter from the rain, hands raised over their heads. The sound of rain grew louder, amplified by the cars navigating the wet streets. You never particularly hated humans, but you didn't find them very interesting either. They simply coexisted with your world of Jujutsus and cursed energy. You didn't even resent the people in the village where you grew up. Hatred was a weighty emotion, and you enjoyed living an anger-free life. Eventually, your mentor Geto had accepted your relaxed attitude towards humans. Although you were probably the only one in his community that he allowed to have such a different opinion compared to his. You had always liked to talk back and had Geto questioning his will to actually teach and raise you a million times. But your were the strongest sorcerer your age, which was a big bonus point for you.

It was still raining when you reached home. The huge traditionally japanese mansion had space for your bedroom, Mimiko and Nanakos room and Geto's private chambers. Besides that there were many taijutsu practice rooms and guest rooms. Walking through the inner courtyard connecting various rooms via a small garden, the clacking sound of the Shishi Odoshi echoed across the space. Placing your umbrella on the wooden engawa, you removed your shoes and slid open the door to your room. Inside it was warm and cozy. The sound of the rain became quieter. You changed from your outdoor attire into comfortable indoor clothes and settled onto your futon. it didn't ake you long to feel tired. Sleep always came easily to you; you had a substantial need for it. The relaxing pitter-patter of the rain accompanied you into your dreams.

It didn't take Suguru Geto long to notice your return home. There was nothing in his house that the great sorcerer didn't know about, and the sight of the dark blue umbrella on your engawa was all too familiar. "Always prepared," he thought to himself. Geto was aware that you were likely asleep, as it was often the case on your days off. Despite it being only afternoon, your cursed technique of controlling all four elements of nature could be draining, requiring ample rest. Today it seemed like you just did a simple stroll through town, but even then, your cursed energy was always present. So the sorcerer waited another two hours before he sent Mimiko to wake you.

He had plans for you. He always had.

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Geto could hear your footsteps long before you entered what could be described as his living room. You closed the sliding door behind you. Outside, it was still raining. Geto's gaze fixated on you instantly. The light blue Japanese kimono wrapped your figure elegantly, and your shiny hair framed your delicate face. "You called for me, Sensei?" you asked in your typically soft voice. "Yes, my dear. Sit down, please." You settled onto the tatami mat, your movements fluent and elegant. "So much like me," he thought, observing you. "I have a mission for you, y/n. There's an abandoned mall outside of Tokyo. From what my informant said, there's a cursed spirit that is powerful enough to be of great value for us." As he spoke, he turned on the andon lamp on the flat table between you two. It was already getting dark outside. You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess – you want me to bring it to you?" The sorcerer in front of you had an amused smile on his lips, his dark eyes holding a certain allure. You were different from the rest of his followers - while they would agree unquestioningly, you always dared to contradict or doubt him. And Geto allowed it- every time. "Precisely," he continued. "I can't get it myself; I'll be occupied. And I only trust you to get this done. I know you won't disappoint me." He was right. You wouldn't. If you followed his orders, you did it to his satisfaction - every time.

"I need more details, Sensei. When should I go? Where exactly is it? Should I bring Mimiko and Nanako? They could use another training session." Geto grinned at your numerous questions. You had a love for details and disliked not knowing everything about a mission. Geto ran his large hand through his raven-dark hair, a few strands falling onto his forehead. "You will go alone. Tomorrow afternoon. One of my drivers will bring you there. Capture it in the evening and come back during the night. We can't risk being seen." The golden light of the lantern flickered in your eyes. "We?" you mocked, "You won't even be there!" Geto sighed. "You couldn't let that slide, could you, y/n?" - "No chance," you answered, now grinning too. "Alright, I will take care of your cursed spirit for you. May it help you with whatever devilish plan you're coming up with next," you said, rising to leave. Geto observed you in silence until you were almost out the door. "When did I tell you that you are dismissed already, y/n?" he asked sharply. "Oh," you retorted, wearing a hypocritically thoughtful expression, "never." You grinned and left, leaving behind your sweet scent that lingered in the air—Geto took a deep breath. Blackcurrant lychee, the same perfume he had bought you years ago.

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The mall to which Geto had sent you had been abandoned for quite a while. As you approached it, the deserted structure loomed ominously in the night, its once vibrant exterior now a faded, dreary facade against the relentless rain. The stench of dampness lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy scent of decay. The stars and the moon were shrouded in clouds, and it was raining again. Closed to the public, the mall occasionally attracted adventurous teenagers, some of whom mysteriously vanished. "Stupid mission", you grumbled to yourself, yearning for the comfort of your bed and a good book. You swore to yourself to complain to Geto once you were back. Fucking idiot for not getting his cursed spirits by himself. But since you had decided to stay out of his other mad plans as much as possible, tasks like this one were becoming more regular for you. Finding the entrance, cordoned off with barrier tape, didn't take long. Stepping inside, a familiar tingle coursed through your stomach— the cursed spirit wasn't far. All you had to do was to follow your gut feeling. Meanwhile, you carefully looked around the mall. Smaller raindrops were dripping into bigger puddles on the ground, and many store entrances were barricaded. The eeriest thing was the flickering of some of the store neon lights. Why did they still have power? Your steps echoed on the wet floor. Maybe it was the cursed energy in the mall that made some of the lights flicker. Sneaking your way into the building, you could feel the energy of the curse grew stronger. Carefully you took out your sealing box. Capturing a curse with it was pretty easy for you. Also because Geto made your practice it a million times when you were younger. He used to have this annoying little spirit that always jumped around laughing and was incredibly hard to catch. Thinking about it made you grin-but this was neither the right place nor the right time for that. Besides, you were still a little annoyed with Geto for sending you here.

Suddenly, a strange, eerie mumbling echoed through the mall. That had to be the cursed spirit! "Of cou-course I can check the ware-warehouse for the item, which is obviously already sold out." You chuckled. Sometimes, the spirits last words were quite comical. Following the echoing sounds, you traced the spirit to a secluded corner of the mall. It was a grotesque manifestation, its malformed figure adorned with bones protruding from its mouth. Its skin bore a sickly hue of purple-turquoise, marred by blisters. Despite its repulsive appearance, you sensed its huge strength, yet nothing beyond your capabilities. The cursed spirit let out a squeak upon sighting you. "Better get this done quickly", you thought to yourself. Your power of controling the elements (fire, water, earth, air) made it easy for you to capture the curse inside the sealingbox after a short fight. Once the curse was sealed, you left the corner of the mall as quickly as possible, mainly to escape the stench of the curse still lingering in the air.

You got back to the main hall and were about to take out your cell phone to text Geto's driver-when something suddenly made you pause. The main hall of the shopping mall stretched around the corner about 30 meters in front of you. You hadn't been in this area before. And suddenly you could feel something - cursed energy? But the curse was sealed in the box in your hand, wasn't it!? The energy grew stronger. Very strong. You immediately got into a fighting stance. Whatever was so strong wouldn't let you escape anyways. Footsteps—long, deliberate—echoed in the flickering neon-lit corridor. Your heart raced with apprehension. What the hell was going on!? A figure emerged from around the corner, and you froze. A man, tall and adorned in dark, sophisticated attire, stood a few meters in front of you. He was wearing simple sunglasses, but despite that, you could see how handsome he was. His blue eyes seemed to shine through his sunglasses, and white hair framed his face. Recognition dawned on you. You had heard much about him but never encountered him in person. "Fuck," you muttered, stepping back a few paces in defense. What was HE doing here!?

"'Fuck?' the man asked, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as if contemplating what you just said. You observed him anxiously. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "Fuck? Yeah, that probably is what most women first think when they look at me!" You opened your mouth and closed it again, unable to bring out any answer. Geto had told you alot about his old friend, including that he was quite full of himself, but it seemed that you only just now understood what he really meant. It took you a few moments to compose yourself. "That's not—what I meant!", you finally defended yourself, holding the sealing box behind you defensively, anticipating any attacks from him. "Meant what? Fuck? I'm sorry love, but that's not why I'm here." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, grinning carefreely. And you? You couldn't believe it. You had never encountered a more unserious man, that was certain! And he was Geto's best friend? The contrast couldn't be more stark between the two. "You know, I'm actually here to get to know someone. I'm looking for a girl, around (your/age) years old, (your/haircolor) hair, and with a quite good curse technique", he explained. It was obvious that he was searching for you for some reason. However, the sorcerer seemed to enjoy to tease you. But you weren't having it. "Seems like you found her then", you answered grim. "Excelent! You know, I do really hate searching!" He looked genuinely happy about it, "I heard a lot about you, my dear." You swallowed. You couldn't trust him at all. Of course he was stronger than you and whatever reason brought him here, couldn't mean anything good for you.

"What would Satoru Gojo want from me?", you asked sharply, watching his every move. "Oh, you know my name already, perfect!" The urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face grew stronger inside you. "Anyways, Miss (your/lastname), here's my brilliant plan: you're gonna give me the cursed-spirit that you captured so well. And then I will kidnap you too. Agree?" He made his plan sound like it was the best thing in the world. "What- no!", you spat out, "why would I do that?!" Gojo Satoru scratched his neck again. "Because the other option would be for you to fight me. In that case, you would obviously loose. And I personally just hate fighting a pretty woman!" His dumb comments started to trigger you, prompting you to shoot a small fire ball into his direction. You'd never surrender without a fight! "Oops!", Gojo squeaked in surprise, taking a step aside. The fireball left a hole in the old storefront of a former restaurant behind him, igniting it. He watched it burn and sighed. 'That store used to have really good Kikufuku, you know?" - „I do not care!", you shouted. Gojo was incredibly irritating. „Well", he continued, „I should've known Getos golden girl won't submit to me that easily." You raised an eyebrow. "Geto's golden girl?" - "Exactly", he said, "you are his best and favourite student after all, right? That's why I'm here, y/n." You wanted to say something sassy back, but you couldn't even deny the 'best and favourite' part. Instead a new fireball started to form in your hand. You shot it towards him- faster this time, but the tall man easily dodged it. It seemed as though Gojo was enjoying your attacks.

If only you would have enough time to flee with the captured spirit! Instead Gojo continued his unbothered talking. "You were also the one to save Geto after I defeated him, right? He must mean quite alot to you. And honestly- I can't even blame you! He is incredibly smart and hot!" - "I don't need your opinion!", you shouted, sending a wave of air in his direction. Any other opponent would have been smashed against the wall, but not Gojo. He stumbled back a few steps. "Wow! You really are talented! I understand what Geto sees in you! I'm glad he didn't lose his taste after all!" - "That's none of your business either!" Did this guy ever shut up!? "Actually, it is. Geto is my best friend as much as he is my enemy. And therefore his plans concern me. And so do his students that he manipulated into staying with him." A contemptuous sound escaped you. "I enjoy my life and freedom with Geto, and so do the others!" Gojo nodded. „I knew you'd say that. In that case, show me what you got, dear! For you, I'll take off my sunglasses. Strong fighters deserve to face me without them." He put his glasses away and his blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. There was no escaping him. You couldn't defeat him. But you never surrendered either. And strangely enough, something within you sparked a sudden surge of fighting spirit. This was your mission for Geto! You always promised and delivered for your sensei, and you wouldn't stop just because blue-eyes decided to show up! „Fine, I'd rather die than hand over the curse or even myself!" You utilized your power over air to elevate yourself off the ground, hovering a few meters above it. In your hand, a flame grew, intensifying with each passing second. Fire was your strongest skill—essential for this battle. "This could've been much easier", Gojo sighed. Before you could answer, you were struck by a punch, hurling you through the air. How was he so fast? Luckily, your air-skills saved you. You threw the fireball back, and within seconds you and Gojo were engrossed in a fight. In the meantime, he kept shouting comments at you about your cursed techniques. "Aim a little further to the right!", "Yeah, you got me there!" , That was better!" - You couldn't answer his comments. He grew stronger with each passing moment, and soon, you found yourself crashing into walls and barraged with waves of cursed energy. You stood no chance.

So, you did the last thing you could do: you secretly did a special cursed technique, anchoring the sealing box itself firmly into the ground. Geto had taught you this particular technique. It was designed in a way that only a person of your choosing could effortlessly retrieve the box from the ground- Geto in your case. It was an impossibility for anyone else since the technique was intrinsically linked to the Sorcerer's life—yours. Then all your strength left you in exhaustion. Gojo immediately pulled you toward him, your back pressed against his, his arm against your throat. "I haven't encountered such an intriguing opponent in a while", his breath brushed against your neck, "Unfortunately, you don't stand a chance against me. I will now take you and the imprisoned curse with me. But mark my words—you will grow incredibly strong one day." - "You're... not... my sensei!' you managed to utter, straining to speak with whatever breath remained in your lungs.

"That's right, but I am!" an all too familiar soft but serious voice interjected, "and now, Gojo, my old friend, could you please release my y/n? She hates being restrained like that." - „Geto!", you shouted. In the neon light, a few meters in front of you, stood your sensei. He was clad in a dark kimono, his eyes glaring sharply at Gojo behind you. The light reflected his beautiful face. „Geto, finally! It's delighting to see you!", Gojo exclaimed enthusiastically, "I knew you'd show up eventually. You can't leave your dear y/n alone after your sources have told you that I'm here too, I understand that!" - "Release her, Gojo, now!" Your sensei's expression was more determined than ever. An intense tension crackled between the two powerful men, their presence adding to the charged atmosphere. "Gladly, Geto," Gojo replied, "but I just realized you'll have to release the cursed anchor of the sealing box in the ground. Apart from y/n, only you can open it. Nice technique you taught her, by the way." For a plit second, Geto glanced at you with pride. The anchor technique was incredibly challenging to master. "The alternative is for me to kill your student, Geto," Gojo's voice turned dangerously serious. "Geto, you need that curse! Take it and leave!" you shouted. Getos gaze met yours, and his facial expression softened immediately. "Leave you?" he asked, then turned to Gojo, "I'd sooner give up everything I've achieved in my life than to leave y/n. If you want the curse that badly, Gojo, I'll hand it over!" You stared at Geto in disbelief. You knew how much your sensei had sacrificed to reach his current position—it meant everything to him! "Geto—" you managed to say, "no...!" He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. "It's alright, y/n. I've made my decision."

Suddenly, Gojo's grip around your neck eased, and you broke free, almost tumbling to the ground before Geto swiftly caught and supported you. Clinging to the fabric of his soft kimono, you caught the familiar scent of cedarwood. "Shh, it's alright", Geto reassured, his hand gently stroking your hair. A chuckle from Gojo drew your gaze upward. "So, there's still good in you, old friend", Gojo spoke surprsingly soft. "I'm sorry I had to put you both in this situation, but I needed to make sure Geto hadn't lost his old self. I needed to know if he still cared for those around him." Your eyes widened in realization. What the hell? „You didn't come here of your own accord, isn't that right, Gojo?", Geto asked him, "the council of Jujutsu sorcerers sent you." You looked questioningly at Geto, whose gaze was fixed on Gojo. Geto continued: "Someone told the council that I would look for the curse in the old mall. So they sent you to defeat me for good." Gojo nodded. „You have a sharp mind as always, Geto. I was instructed to end your life here, in this very mall." Realization struck you: "So the council thought Geto would show up, and instead you met me! But how did you know about me anyways? You couldn't know Geto wasn't here!", you exclaimed. "You're not entirely wrong, y/n," Gojo replied. "The council had no clue that Geto sent you. But given that Geto is my best friend, I'm usually well-informed about his actions. Thus, I assumed that for a mission like this, his top student—namely you—would likely handle it. Even though Geto couldn't have known I was waiting here for you instead."

You nodded in understanding, but suddenly, Geto's hold around you tightened. "Does the council of Jujucists know that y/n is here too, Gojo?" he asked tensely, surprising you. Geto appeared nervous. "No, they're unaware," Gojo replied. "I didn't inform the council of my suspicion of meeting y/n here instead of you. That way, I could test you, Geto, by forcing you to choose between your goals and your heart", and looking at you he said: "I would've never killed you, y/n. Because that would have meant I'd have had to fight an incredibly enraged Geto - and then I might have ended up losing after all." You shook your head. "You're completely insane, Gojo Satoru." Gojo winked at you. "Well I care about my best friend's loved ones." You rose to your feet slowly, and Geto was there, lending his support as you straightened up. You brushed the dust from the earlier fight off your clothes, then looked at two special grade jujutsu sorcerers. "And what happens next? What will you tell the council, Gojo?" - "That's a smart question, y/n. And our next problem. I could never kill Geto, but even if I didn't, the council would, if I captured him instead of killing him. You grabbed Getos arm immediately. "That's not an option!", you stated. "I know, dear. But the councils has spies anywhere, so they definitely know that I've met Geto here in the mall. And by now, they probably know about you y/n too. The only solution is for you two to leave this place immediately. Hide from the council until they give up searching for you", Gojo said, seemingly unhappy with the situation.

Geto took a step infront of you. "I won't drag y/n into fleeing and hiding from the council with me! It's dangerous and only I am responsible for my current situation!" His voices conveyed a deep seriousness. Gojo nodded understandably. "Then I'll take y/n with me, back to Tokyo Jujutsu High School. I'll tell the council that you manipulated y/n and that she's entirely innocent. And that I didn't have the physical strength to defeat you, but instead freeded y/n. This way, she can stay safe until the council stops their hunt for you." Geto nodded immediately in agreement, whilst your eyes widenend. "No!", you shouted, "I'll stay with Geto! I don't care if they chase us!" Gojo looked at you with pity. Suddenly you all heard a noise from the other side of the mall. "Geto, you need to leave! Someone's coming!", Gojo spoke hurriedly. "No, Geto no!", you pleaded, "no sensei abandons their student!" Geto leaned down to you, his expression a blend of sorrow and determination. "Listen, y/n," he spoke softly, "you're no longer just my student. I'm not your sensei anymore. You've surpassed me in wisdom and kindness. You're more than my equal now." He delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gorgeously dark gaze meeting your watery eyes. "What I mean, y/n, is that you deserve a life free from the dangers I've attracted. As I'll be hunted, I want you to be safe. I trust Gojo to protect you until I return." Tears streamed down your face, making you speechless. Another sound echoed from the mall, but Geto remained composed as he continued: "You'll go with Gojo. Train at Jujutsu High School. Grow stronger, and we'll meet again. I'm certain." His words were clear, leaving no room for an argument. You nodded, sniffling, "I'll miss you terribly. Please take care." Geto nodded back, a soft smile gracing his lips. Gently tucking your hair behind your ear, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead before nudging you toward Gojo, who put an arm around you immediately.

As Geto stood up, he glanced at Gojo, "Take care of y/n. Without her, I'd be devoid of my humanity." - "I promise," Gojo affirmed. You brushed away your tears, whispering, "I'll make you proud, Geto." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've surpassed that already, my love," he smiled warmly. Suddenly, the screech of an eagle pierced through the broken ceiling of the mall. In the next moment, it lifted Geto off the ground, perching him on its back. "Goodbye, y/n", Geto spoke softly. The eagle let out another cry and soared into the sky. The silhouette of Geto atop the eagle diminished until it vanished into the night. You gripped Gojo's hand, tears still cascading down your cheeks. "It's okay," Gojo murmured, "I'll stay by your side until better days arrive. And until then I have just the right classmates for you to help you find your new way at Jujutsu High." You gazed at him questioningly through the wet lashes of your tears. "What do you mean by that?", you asked suspiciously, "I don't think anyone would want to be friends with someone who was with a villain for that long." Upon the Jujutsu Sorcerer's lips, there appeared a subtle yet discernible grin. "I currently have three students- one of them had an aweful father- and the other one, well, ate his villain. So I think you'll be good." You stared at Gojo. That man was always good for a surprise it seemed. "Ate...him?", you asked in disbelief. Gojos grin was now clearly visible on his face. "Exactly. You see? I'm sure Getos golden girl-", he winked at you, "will fit in just fine!"

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WHAT IF-- stsg hair swap!!

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JJK men doing the bicep trend. Their s/o will tie a pink string on their bicep and once they flex it’ll break off!!!

Doing the ribbon around biceps trend with JJK men

Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Nanami x wife!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Tying a ribbon around your boo's biceps and watching how they flex it off? Hell yeah.

Notes: not proofread, Sukuna's part is a little short because I wanted to get this out today, I'll have my knee surgery tomorrow so sorry for ignoring your comments and messages, I'll get back to you when life gets a little easier lol, totally love and appreciate your interactions, I hope you have fun with this!

Gojo Satoru

„Come here babe, I need to show ya something real quick.”

You can’t help but yawn, annoyance dripping from every pore. Oh, your boyfriend is definitely too fit for the fact that it’s still dark outside. What time is it? If he woke you over a strange video he saw on TikTok again…

“Can’t this wait like…4 hours longer?”, you try to resist his urgent wish, shielding your tired eyes from the harsh light of the lamp above.

“I might forget until then. Hey, do you have like a band or something lying around in the bathroom?”

A…band? Your eyes dart towards him, nothing but sheer excitement written on his face. What on earth is Satoru up to now?

“My pink dress has a satin band around the waist I guess”, you mutter.

Maybe this is all he wants. Yes, he just grabs the satin band and goes straight back to sleep-

“Thank you babe!”, he shouts over his shoulder while opening your wardrobe with so much enthusiasm that the door almost falls out of it.

You flinch, rubbing your temple in a desperate attempt to keep yourself together. You love your boyfriend with all your heart, appreciate this childish side of him more than anyone else. But not when you have an important mission tomorrow and had maybe 2 hours of sleep…

“This better be something important, Satoru”, you mumble through your fingers, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Okay babe, ready to see something really big?”

“I swear if you slap your d-“

“Look at me!”

His insisting tone forces you to remove your hand from your face. There he stands, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers paired with a tight black shirt.

And a pink ribbon wrapped around his biceps tightly.

“Now watch.”

With one flex of his veiny biceps, the ribbon opens itself, your pink satin band falling to the floor while he looks at you expectant.

“I have one question”, you begin, eyes still resting on his delicious arm.

“Go ahead babe.”

“How on earth did you tie that ribbon yourself?”

He opens his mouth, nothing but pure outrage written on his face.

“Is this really everything you’re thinking about!? I just gifted you my strong arm!”, he barks overdramatically at you.

“You’re the best present ever”, you purr at your fuming boyfriend, gently stroking his arm when he finally gets back into bed.

“But if you wake me over something like that ever again, I’ll murder you.”

Nanami Kento

“Why are you looking at me with those eyes, darling?”

You blush immediately, the day dream of that trend you saw earlier on your beloved husband not leaving your mind. Kento with a bow around his strong arm. Kento flexing his arm in front of you, causing the ribbon to open up.

…Just like your legs.

“You’re daydreaming again.”

You force yourself to look up at him only to find out that he’s already looking at you, soft eyes lightened by a spark of curiosity.

“It’s just…I saw that trend online and it kinda…reminded me of you…”, you mutter, embarrassment crawling up your veins.

You’re acting like a horny teenager over a man you call your husband for several years by now. Kento is the epitome of a gentleman, the most elegant male being walking on this earth. How stupid to even consider wrapping a ribbon around his biceps…

“Don’t be embarrassed, (y/n). Tell me what’s on your mind. What exactly is this trend about?”

He puts the paper he was reading aside and wraps his fingers gently around your chin, slowly but surely making you lose your mind. It should be forbidden for a single man to be this captivating. Should you…Just tell him? Your imagination runs wild, breath getting stuck in your throat by the simple thought of him actually doing this…

“Tying a ribbon around your biceps and opening it by tensing your arm”, you blurt out.

His eyes widen just the slightest. Oh no, does he think you’re weird, desperate, pathetic? You should really stop roaming around social media late at night-

“Why not trying it, then? Even though I don’t think I’m strong enough to untie a ribbon with my muscles.”

Wait…Did he really say yes? You blink over and over to make sure he’s not messing with you until he gets up and grabs a roll of ribbon from your cabinet before cutting off more than enough of the black band. Before you fully realize what just happened he takes off his dark blue shirt, naked skin getting exposed to the dim light of the room.

And your merciless gaze.

“Would you mind helping me out? I can’t tie a bow on my own with just one hand, darling.”

You force your mouth to stay closed, keep your palms from getting sweaty. This is your husband, goddamn.

Your husband, wearing nothing but his work pants. Your husband, holding up a black band, waiting for you to wrap it around his strong arm only because you couldn’t stop imagine him doing a stupid internet trend. Out of instinct, you follow the invitation of his stretched-out hand, fingertips pulsating against his firm muscles while you tie a perfect little bow.

Until he flexes his muscles, forcing the band to untie itself in slow motion. His beefy arm, veins threaten to pop open any given minute. How is it possible for a man to be in this shape when relaxed? Your gaze is fixated on his delicious sight in front of you – so focused that you don’t notice his other hand grabbing your chin before it’s too late.

“It seems like you’re enjoying the view”, he comments softly.

“Just because you are the view, Kento”, you clarify with a small smile, allowing him to drag you into his strong arms.

Toji Fushiguro

“You want me to do what?”

You grab his arm tightly, doe eyes making it hard for none other than Toji Fushiguro to focus. What did you see on the internet again? “Ribbon around bicep”…What the hell?

“I want you to tie a pink ribbon around your bicep and pop it open with your beefy muscles”, you explain briefly.

“Come on babe. Why can’t I just wrap my hand around ya neck instead?”

“Tempting”, you purr, finger gliding over his firm chest delicately slow.

“But you’re the perfect match for that trend. Now sit your ass down and gimme your arm.”

Just before Toji is even able to press his longing lips against yours, you shove him onto the couch and position yourself on top of him, pink ribbon dangling from your fingertips.

“C’mon (y/n)”, he groans, pouting like a little child when you slap the hand that tried to dig into your butt away.

“Hold still. I need to concentrate”, you instruct him.

“Promise we’ll fu-“

“DONE!”, you scream out, the sheer excitement radiating from your voice making him stop mid-sentence.

His eyes follow your gaze, revealing a wonky-looking bow tied around his biceps so firmly that it might burst any minute.

“And now you want me to do what?”, he questions.

It’s hard to keep himself from smiling when you sit in front of him grinning like an idiot. Is that really all it takes? A fucking ribbon wrapped around his biceps? What a strange thing you are.

But still…

You look so breathtakingly gorgeous that he can’t keep up his annoyed façade.

“Flex your muscles babe!”, you instruct him, index finger poking into his biceps.

Fine, he’ll do you the favour. Slowly, he lifts up his arm before popping open the bow with ease, watching the shocked expression on your face.

“That trend was totally made for you, Toji!”, you shriek, your eyes still fixated on his arm.

“Let’s do that again.”

“I know something better.”

All it takes is a swift motion for you to lay underneath him, your hot breath escaping your lips in shock.

“I’m next, babe”, he breathes out.

Bonus: Sukuna

“Why did I even agree to do this…”, the king of curses mumbles while you’re busy tying another ribbon around his arm.

“Hold still, I’m not done yet.”

“You already tied this one three times, (y/n). I’m getting impatient.”

“Oh, I know you don’t. Deep down you enjoy me caressing your arm”, you reply with a cheeky grin, carefully forming another bow around his fourth arm.

Tying a bow around a single arm already sounding inviting, but the stinging fact that your lover has not only two but four arms to offer for this delicious trend…There was no way in hell for you to resist this opportunity.

“Really deep down”, he grumbles.

“I’m done. Now stand still and don’t move until I say so”, you bark at him while taking a few steps back.

“Watch how you talk to me or I’ll-“

“Shut up Sukuna, your threats don’t work for me. Okay, flex your muscles in three, two, one…”

Out of instinct, he lifts up his four arms and pops open every ribbon you tied so laborious these pasts minutes. Damn, he really feels like an idiot, standing in front of you shirtless with pink ribbons falling from his arms. But that look on your face, the way you clap your hands in sheer excitement, that phone…Wait.

“Did you film this, brat?”

You blink a few times, the smile on your face disappearing as fast as it came.

“Maybe I did”, you reply, quickly turning on your heels and sprinting away.

“Delete that right now!”

“I will watch this every time I go to bed!”

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