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luvluvnitrodynamite · 3 years

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to be kissed by jujutsu kaisen characters

ft. nanami, fushiguro, zenin maki

jjk fluff (slight nsfw nanami)

nanami kento - his kisses unravel you, like a piece of thread coming tightly unwound. it's probably in the varying ways he kisses, with each variation pulling your heart strings until they've come undone. first, it's with those chaste kisses in the morning. he's checking his tie by the door, making sure he looks clean and tidy for work, as you come over and lightly, almost politely, kiss his cheek. he turns to press an equally light kiss to your forehead, murmuring a hushed goodbye before he leaves. that's the first tug on your heart string, light and polite as it is. you carry your kiss carefully, making sure not to accidentally brush it off (and of course nanami does the same).

when you both return home, the kisses become a bit more involved. for one, it's that long-awaited, open-mouth kiss. both your movements are slow and languid, with neither one of you in a rush, to savor that welcome-home greeting. you silently share the impressions of the day, exchanging unspoken i-love-yous between breaths. each time you feel him smile against your lips, that's another tug.

finally, it's those passionate kisses where he smashes his lips into yours and you breathlessly whisper "kento!" and he shushes you by pulling you in even closer. this is where you discover that your kisses unravel him just as much as his do you. he's losing control and trying to get it back by grabbing your hips, pressing his fingers so deep you know you'll have raspberry dots across the tender flesh in the morning. you both crash onto the couch, and you're desperately sinking onto him with your hands snaking up and down his body. they finally land on his chest as you steady yourself on him, feeling each labored breath on your neck. the final tug arrives, and now you're just a pile of string in his lap. thank goodness you're in his lap though, right?

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fushiguro megumi - his kisses are unearthly. you've never believed in celestial beings, that is, until you met him. the touch of his lips feel featherlight, almost ghostly, but with an electrifying connection that keeps you both tethered together. kisses on the mouth are rare, but he loves to press kisses along the rest of your body. down your neck, to collarbones, shoulders, the inside of your arm, to focus on your wrist and the fleshed part of your palm. these trails leave a zingy, zippy on the surface of your skin, and you could swear you see dazzling sparks dance in his lips' wake. those kisses are gentle and mysterious. his eyes are always swirling with something unidentifiable, but not quite unknown.

the extraordinary part of his kisses was the weather. fushiguro always seemed to carry a trace of the weather on his lips. a rainy day brings wet, sticky kisses to your neck and cheek. the spots always feel so so soft and lush afterwards that you half-expect flowers to bloom out of those nourished spots. his kisses seem to mirror the weather on hot days, carrying the summer sun inside. they leave your skin warm to the touch, crashing a blushing heatwave all over your body. the winter is the opposite, where his lips feel bitterly cold. in a rare moment of boldness, he likes to pull the neck of your sweater to the side to press icy kisses on your shoulders, watching you jump and laughing when you get annoyed. he says he likes to kiss you in the winter the best because they keep him warm, though you're not sure if he means inside or out. even so, you'll let him keep kissing you over and over again.

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zenin maki - her kisses are poisonous, you swear. there's something slipped in them that short-circuit your brain and make you unable to think of anything else. she kisses you and you go fizzy with delight, like bubbly fireworks are popping off inside your head. maki always has a hand on your jawline, carefully tilting your face to meet hers. when you kiss, you seem to always be relying on her for support. it's never intentional of course; you just start to melt under her touch and absolutely have to wrap your arms around her neck to pull her in. you become completely dependent on her to make sure you still function,

she's in control, that's a given. she's wrapping her arms around your back and the back of your legs while you jump up into her, lips staying connected the whole time. you fold your legs around her waist as you jostle into position. you're a full head above her now, safely propped up on her sinewy frame. you break the kiss for a moment, removing your arms from around her neck to cradle her face with your hands. she leans into the touch, giving you a soft smirk as she rubs her soft cheek up against your open palm.

you decide to wipe that smirk off with your lips, but you're quickly reminded who is kissing who. maki is dominating your mouth, pushing in those blessed toxins that make your breath run out and legs go weak (tg she was still holding you). you feel your grip on the outside world loosen as you try to meld yourself more into her body. she responds in kind, sinking to her knees while still holding you. the floor allows you both to consolidate your bodies into one, pushing further into each other. this proximity and the heat of the kiss has you feeling more lightheaded than ever, and yet you'd chase this fever dream forever because it meant maki's tongue would swipe your lips once more.

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fishstyx · 3 years

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it's always the quiet ones.

featuring. fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

wc. 1.4k

genre. dark/taboo, smut

tw. 18+ nsfw, noncon, intoxication/alcohol, anal penetration, virginity, choking, dacryphilia, creampie

synopsis. a little bit of jungle juice and megumi is skipping bases.

Megumi tries not to think about it sober.

That is, what it’d feel like with one hand wrapped around your neck, breath bated as he preps your asshole with the other. Would tears well up in your eyes as he forces his cock into your twitching heat? Would cum spill from your gaping hole when he finishes inside you?

He’s way ahead of himself and he knows it, doesn’t have the slightest clue what your other hole feels like—hasn’t had a single taste of you in bed before. He’s doing his best to curb his curiosity, really, but lately he’s finding it harder and harder to put his demons to sleep when he’s got a little something in his system.

You’re not exactly in your right mind either, tonight, clinging to his arm at the party when you know it’s all he can do just to tolerate the slightest amount of PDA. But the throng of moving bodies swallows you whole and it feels like just the two of you in this time and space; you’re only able to hear each other over the blaring music anyway, as if the reality between you both is the only one that truly exists.

But then you’re wobbling in place, antsy movements signaling your approaching departure when he’s been secretly hoping that you’ll never let go. Your words come out a slur, a poorly pronounced “‘m going to the bathroom,” no vowel left unstretched as you peel away and turn your heel.

And as much as Megumi would love to play it cool, to wait for you by the door like a responsible boyfriend should, the curve of your ass in your favorite night time outfit lures him in behind you. You’re so out of it that you don’t even notice when the door shuts closed.

It’s all a blur from the moment you realize you’re not alone in the bathroom. He’s crept upon you unawares, was probably the one to lock the door properly when you completely forgot to. And if the mirror’s reflection wasn’t proof enough, he’s hunched over you now, lips barely grazing your ear as he whispers:

“I bet we could get away with it in here.”

And you giggle.

A fit of giggles.

A string of them, all stitched together by a stray hiccup or two as you raise your arms in compliance.

“I bet we could.”

You never would’ve guessed that your first time would be in a place like this, surrounded by people yet visible to no one. You can feel the thump of the music even from here, the beat of the bass still thrumming at your feet, familiar pop melody buzzing in your bones.

Is this really Megumi? My Megumi? you question in fragmented wonder, but the thought quickly dissipates as he gets you undressed. It’s such a freeing change of pace from the oppressive air that hangs outside, a heavy blanket of heat and perspiration and sweat-slicked clothing.

You’re still laughing when his pants drop, head swirling in dizzying anticipation. Because it all feels so surreal, how honest you’re being, how honest he’s being. He’s hardly ever let his touch wander before, yet now he’s pressing his hard on against that perfect ass of yours, hands ghosting over your thighs and up your chest as he rocks his hips into you.

You’re still laughing when he tugs at your underwear. He could do this all night long, dry hump himself to completion again and again if only that were enough for you, too—but the wet patch evidenced by the fabric reminds him otherwise.

You’re still laughing when his fingers meet your slick, laughing at how someone’s banging the door while your boyfriend pets your leaking slit, laughing and laughing and laughing. It’s sloppy work at best, but he’s buzzed and you’re buzzed, the core of your body practically singing with praises at his every touch. It reeks of booze and stink and sour and you can’t get enough of it. You push your sweet spot into the palm of his hand in an attempt to help him out, unable to hide your disappointment when he draws back unexpectedly.

But then he’s thumbing at your neglected little puckered asshole, painting it glossy with your own dripping juices. It’s been distracting him this whole time, after all, practically presenting itself to him from this angle—wholly unbeknownst to you yourself. You stiffen, pressing your back flush into his chest, so very sure that he couldn’t possibly be into that.

“Gumi, that’s the wrong hole,” you say, voice hushed as you try to move his hand away, but it’s no use. Your eyes widen in panic as he pushes you down with ease, full weight anchoring you to the sink countertop. He’s never made show of it but he’s clearly much stronger, undoubtedly several times the brawn needed to overpower you. Your legs kick as his thumb sinks deeper—a knuckle? Two knuckles? Not that it really matters, since either way...

You’re not laughing anymore.

Because the person behind you, the one who’s ignoring your words of protest as he replaces his thumb with a pair of fingers, scissoring you apart exactly where you told him not to—that person is most definitely not your Megumi.

The knocking at the door has stopped; the silence is deafening.

And all of a sudden, you feel utterly alone.

“Megumi, it burns,” you plead, voice climbing until you can finally separate it from the thunderous quietude, but he only holds you down by the neck, spitting on his fingers before reworking your walls.

It’s hard for you to stand still like this, but you can’t tell if your legs are shaking out of fatigue or in reaction to his ministrations. You struggle to deliberate—the sensation in your ass morphing into something familiar yet strange—while Megumi simply decides it’s the latter.

There’s little warning when he deems you ready. He comes to full halt in an instant, the instant when he finally snaps and can’t bear to wait another second. He doesn’t even give himself time to admire his handiwork, doesn’t relish in the way that your walls flutter around nothing the moment he pulls out. The very next moment, he finds himself violating you past the point of no return instead.

It feels impossibly full.

You scramble for purchase on the counter as he doubles back, your forehead nearly hitting the mirror when he lurches forward again, desperate to relieve his pent-up fantasies.

“Holy shit, it’s tight,” he hisses, as if he isn’t fucking his lover but just some onahole fleshlight. With gritted teeth he snaps his hips repeatedly, chokehold stiffening as the pace devolves into rhythmless abandon. It feels new, it feels weird, it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your mind fumbles to make sense of it, forever oscillating between ‘oddly satisfying’ and ‘downright disgusting.’

All streams of consciousness seem to freeze when he hits a spot so sensitive you think you’re paralyzed from the waist down. You’re set ablaze, the pressure leaving you tingling and confused. Even when he misses the mark your body screams for more, pulsating with primal need.

You feel lightheaded, lack of airflow one of the few things you can focus on, and Megumi swears he can feel you suddenly clamp down on him. Every noise is blurring into each other, from your fruitless whines to the sound of his balls slapping your skin, and you can hardly tell up from down when he blows his load.

Maybe that’s what sends you over the edge: the warmth that fills your abused insides as if to reward them for all their trouble. No, you’re not cumming. You’re crying, the release of your frustration rolling off your cheeks and falling flat on the countertop, the only reprieve from the unfamiliar feeling, warm and sticky and unfair in your injured hole.

Megumi’s too busy riding out his orgasm to notice, grip on your neck loosening as you milk out the last of his semen. He watches the place where your bodies connect with intent, the thought of pulling out never quite crossing his mind. His gaze doesn’t so much as falter until you’re oozing his seed, his wildest dreams come true in vivid quality.

It’s only when he catches your eye in the mirror that he sees the trails of tears that stain your face, admires the way they catch the light when you shake your head, “No more, please stop, it’s too much…”

He hardens instantly.

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komodo-bros · 5 years

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((Part 3! This time with the masks, trophy girls, and Motorworld staff.))

((Large wall of text incoming))

Masks

Aku Aku

Joe: Can come off as this righteous figure of virtue who speaks too much about being good and kind. He thinks it’s all false gospel, and that the witch doctor probably has done some wrong in the former past. At least Joe’s grateful to not be kicked from islands.

Moe: Thinks about how cool the feathered mask can float the ground. He even tells great stories about when he was alive many eons ago.

Uka Uka

Joe: A pain in the neck who’s even less bearable than his twin brother. Whenever he pops up during a race, Joe takes the opportunity to insult his inept behavior, and how he’ll never work for a manchild baby like him ever; especially when the mask has two scientists under his employment he dislikes. Cue the petty insults and death threats.

Moe: Is waiting for Joe to give him the signal to turn the angry mask into firewood.

Elementals (Rok-Ko, Wa-Wa, Py-Ro, Lo-Lo)

Joe: Has heard from Aku Aku how powerful they were, once being spiritual shamans like him who used their magic to wreck havoc across the world. Sure they might cause another apocalypse if released again, but they’re nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. Although, rumors spread about they are free, but now work for someone else. At least that’s what Joe got from some washed-out tourist down by the beach.

Moe: Their names sound like words he’s heard before.

Velo Mask

Joe: A flying mouthpiece.

Moe: Tries to catch it so he can use for Halloween.

Trophy Girls

Isabella

Joe: Figured that she’s friends with the bandicoots for being their trophy girl. Other than that, he doesn’t know what to think. Maybe she’s close friends with this Tawna character he’s barely known.

Moe: Has watched her in the show, Bay Waters. She’s probably the best part of it when considering the overall, “so bad, it’s good” quality of every episode.

Ami

Joe: Only knows her for handing out his trophy whenever he wins. Other than that, he doesn’t pay much attention to her. However, as soon as he heard she was getting into kart racing, Joe’s interest sparked. Seems like he’s got another upcoming rival who’s willing to make the tracks burn aflame.

Moe: Kind of reminds him of Joe with her fierce attitude and defiance. Wonders if she’s their lost long sister who became a bandicoot.

Liz

Joe: Must like cute animals if she’s the tiger and bear’s trophy girl. Now that she’s super rich, she must have bought some exotic pets to accommodate her lavish lifestyle. Maybe the bandicoots can hand over the two pests to her once they’ve fully grown.

Moe: Thinks she likes stuffed animals and owns a large collection of them.

Megumi

Joe: Is associated with Team Cortex, so that makes him automatically not like her that much. Also, her perfume makes him wanna choke the life out of random carnivorous plants.

Moe: Despite Joe’s opinion, Moe thinks she isn’t bad despite handing over trophies to the evil scientists. She seems really smart, and he loves the perfume she made.

Motorworld Inhabitants

Ebeneezer Von Clutch

Joe: Never in a million years would he ever find someone who was a genuine fan of Dr. Lame-O Netflix. Guess that would explain why some of the attractions were barely functional.

Moe: These bionic produce are getting out of hand, now a lima bean has been brought to life through science and owns a large park. It seems the invasion has only just begun.

Pasadena O’Possum

Joe: Is impressed by this daredevil racer’s tricks when it came to burning rubber in the demolition arena. However, he soon realized she wasn’t the smartest when she mentioned about never seeing two walking gators around the park before. He’s still yet to determine where this possum fits on the stupid idiot scale.

Moe: An avid fan of hers. Has a couple of merchandise in his desk, along with an autographed photo shot.

Willie Wumpa Cheeks

Joe: Never thought he’d find fruit uglier and rotten as this former mascot, not to mention callous to the core. He and Moe have been hired once by Willie to assassinate Von Clutch for ruining his life. In return for killing his boss, the brothers would’ve gotten a power gem as a reward. However, they failed for whatever reasons, thus the partnership ended much like the bitter aftertaste of wumpa whip.

Moe: The dude scares him, so much that he hides behind Joe whenever he shows up. Also, the fruit beverage wasn’t that great to drink.

Chick Gizzard Lips & Stew

Joe: Their voices are grating and annoying. The one who changes hats often seems to like juvenile humor way too much.

Moe: Free chicken stew.

Bonus

Farmer Ernest

Joe: Has never seen him in person. The bird was most likely traumatized after Cortex shot him with his gun, forever locked up in his home in paranoia. Although, the fields are being taken care, so maybe he only comes out during nighttime.

Moe: Wait, they had a emu neighbor this entire time?

Bearminator

Joe: Apparently up in the North Pole, there lies a mutant polar bear who terrorizes nearby areas with mechanical bears. Likely will never come in contact with him, as the environment is much too cold for the lizard to bear.

Moe: It’s Polar’s papa!

Carbon Crash

Joe: Splendid, another dumb clone of Crash that’s just as braindead, except with leucism. How it never got eaten by any predators is beyond him.

Moe: Another cryptid he likes to look for just like Fake Crash.

#Brains & Blades (Joe)#Brawn & Blades (Moe)#headcanon #character thoughts #character interactions #crash verse

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