You Can Take Me . . . HOT TO GO !

By Tanja Askani

controller | sukuna x f!reader master list

four: casino royale part two

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 2.3k zont come for me. enjoy the short read 🥰

“Don’t be like that,” he began to call out to you. “I’m not even trying to turn you into my plaything— or whatever the fuck you called it!”

Yet there’s no response, you just keep walking away from him, leaving him high and dry once-a-fucking-gain. He pulls out his phone to text the god damn cockblock, asking what time the after party starts.

| Choso K: around 12-1. we’re still staying here for a while, gojo just won 50k

| Choso K: u gonna bring your date?

| Sukuna Itadori: fuck her

After he presses send, he finishes off what’s left of the contents in his flask then throws it off the balcony, hoping it hits some pedestrians head on the way down. 

Because fuck them too.

“I’ll have a good rest of my night alright,” he mumbles to himself. 

He comes back down just in time for the auction. He usually doesn’t join, but this time he does. It’s only 10:00 pm anyways, and he’s in the mood to burn some fucking cash. 

And that he does, putting in the highest bids for a vintage Rolex and a rare painting by some artist who’s name he could barely pronounce right now— amongst other things he probably won’t be able to remember once he wakes up tomorrow morning. 

Shit— he’ll probably wake up to some news article, talking about how charitable he was. 

After spending a ridiculous amount of money in his twin's eyes, Jin decides to politely interfere. He knew the man better than anyone and knew for a fact he was not in a good mood right now, despite the grin he’s sporting on his face. 

“Hey, the bar’s clearing up, wanna come get a drink with me?” Jin offers, he was more confident than usual. “Haven’t gotten the chance to try one of those Negroni’s yet.” 

“Fuck yeah.” Sukuna easily takes up the offer, getting up from his seat and leading the way. 

The pair walk past you but you don’t notice, because you were too busy talking to some loser Sukuna’s literally never seen before. He’s had it with randoms showing up to these events, and sends a quick text on his phone because of it. 

Jin notices how tense he gets from the sight, and gets a broad idea of what may have happened. He wasn’t bringing that up though.. maybe some other time. He just needs to get his brother to cool off, he showing the type of recklessness that screams ‘say one wrong thing to me and i’m fucking this whole place up’.  

“You excited for the watch?” Jin attempts to make small talk with him after they both sit down.

“You don’t give a fuck about that watch,” Sukuna was quick to respond, the rather ridiculous question seemed to have sobered him up slightly. “What do you want?” 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, not bothering to hide how concerned he was. “You don’t even like paintings and you spent hundreds of thousands on one.” 

“Your older brother can’t splurge a little?”

“You’re only older by a few minutes,” Jin goes off track and argues, he’s sick of hearing that whenever Sukuna decides to deflect. “Look, you’re just off tonight—“

“—I’m fuckin’ perfect,” he cuts his brother off and shoots him a glare.

He holds his hands up in defeat. “I’ll stop asking you about it.. just— please don’t do anything you’ll regret tonight. Please?”

“Why? You scared?” He begins to taunt him. 

“Yes,” Jin was quick to admit. “We’ve been doing good– you, me, dad. It’s been easy between us all, even Yuji’s happier because of it.”

Sukuna groans, “Here you go bringing that little brat up again, trying to guilt me and shit.”

“That little brat loves you,” He defends his son. “If you won’t do it for me or dad, do it for Yuji. He cries whenever he goes too long without seeing you.”

“I know,” he snickers. “He’s a fuckin’ crybaby like you.”

Jin begins to laugh with him, glad he was able to disarm his temper, he’ll always be a better uncle than a son. “Cheers– maybe let me borrow that rolex sometime?”

Sukuna chuckles as he clinks his glass against Jin’s, “Not in a million years.”

After taking a sip, they were both interrupted by Satoru straight up screaming at them from the poker table across the room about how much more money he’s won– drunk as fuck, surrounded by all their other friends. Suguru seems to be trying to calm the man down, but he’s obviously way too hyped up right now. 

He doesn’t seem to realize that the money’s meant to be donated to charity, and he’s probably the only other person in this room who can get just as violent as Sukuna. And being the only heir to Gojo Enterprise, he can get away doing just about anything as well. Those who know him well enough can only hope he takes the news well in the morning tomorrow, or afternoon. 

But aside from all that, everyone seems to be having the night of their lives, especially Wasuke. He bought a bunch of shit from the auction tonight too and is currently showing them off to his close friends, maybe Sukuna will gift him that painting, it’ll probably make him less angry at what he’s planning on doing tonight. 

If he gets caught. 

He doubts it though. 

—

“Yeah– and then there will be a raffle right before the event ends at midnight,” you continue to explain to Ken, one of the journalists that got permission to attend tonight's event. “All of the money that goes into buying the tickets will also be donated as well, and the raffle prize is for a 2-week stay at.. some private island.”

Ken chuckles at your sudden laxness, “Oh c’mon, you helped plan this whole thing out and you can’t even remember the grand prize?” He lightly teases you. 

“Honestly-” you sigh. “The past two months have been a blur. I’m surprised I was even able to give you all of that information,” you admit. 

“I’m just messing with you,” he smiles and looks down at his notepad. “Alright last question– what’s your number?”

“Hm? Like to our office? I’d have to ask Mr. Itadori if I can give that out,” you say obliviously. 

“No, like your personal number.” He chuckles as he corrects you, lightly tapping on the notepad with his pen.

Ken is admittedly very hot. But you really shouldn’t.. you already rejected Sukuna and feel pretty bad about that. Not only that, but this is a work event. You should really extend your whole don’t mix business with pleasure thing to Ken’s advances toward you, even if you don’t actually work with him on the daily. 

But that’s the thing, you don’t directly work with him, and you doubt he’ll show up at the next company’s event. 

“Here, I’ll write it down for you.” You offer, giving the man a smile. 

He hands you the notebook and you write your number down, as you’re doing so, Wasuke screams your name from across the room. 

“Get over here! I want a picture with my assistants!” He drunkenly yells.

“Guess I gotta go now. It was nice meeting you, Ken.” You say before making your way towards your boss. “Text me!”

Akio’s already standing next to Wasuke and the photographer by the time you walk across the vast room to get to them. And yes, Wasuke can yell that loud, it’s something he’s had to learn, being a father to someone like Sukuna.

“Akio,” he gruffly says. “Why the fuck are you in the middle?”

“I– uh, I don’t know Sir.” He responds, clearly confused by that question. 

“Let her stand in the middle, fuckin” attention whore,” he says, then begins to laugh at how scared Akio got at first.

“Sorry Akio,” you chirp out as you make your way to stand next to them. 

“It’s alright,” he nervously laughs along with his boss. 

Wasuke makes the photographer take multiple photos, for literally no reason other than to just get full use out of the photograph. On the 6th photo, you realize who’s about 20 feet away from you and it’s Sukuna. 

You were hoping he had left already so you wouldn't have to run into him.

He’s at a poker table, having the best time with his friends. At least that’s what it looks like– he has a random girl on his lap, she’s kissing on his neck and you have no idea how that’s even appropriate for a fucking work event. But like you said earlier, he can do whatever he wants and not have to deal with the consequences. 

To make it all worse, he’s staring right at you and doesn’t try to hide it, even well after locking eyes with you. You don’t know what he’s enjoying more, having a girl as pretty as her on his lap or the fact that you see that she’s on his lap. 

Not that it matters, you were the one who turned him down. You were starting to feel like a bitch over how you just left him all alone on the balcony like that and this scene just completely reversed it. It actually made you feel a thousand times better about giving someone your number in the same night too.

This was all for the best, things would’ve never worked with him. His own father warned you about him from the very beginning. At least now it seems like he’ll be moving on to his next interest soon. 

Maybe work will actually go back to normal as well. 

You stay at the event up until the very end, just like you promised to Mariko and some of the new interns. The night ended up being pretty fun, especially after staying away from the section Sukuna was in. You think you may have made a new friend with Mariko too, she’s easy to get along with. You’ll definitely be hitting her up soon to go out for lunch or something. 

You make your way to one of the side rooms where they keep important guests coats to grab your own, courtesy of Wasuke being a decent boss. Before you put it on, you decide to order an uber right then and there so you wouldn’t have to be sitting outside in the cold air for too long, which was a great idea since the uber was less than 2 minutes. 

Footsteps made their way toward the small room, but you were too busy throwing your coat on to even notice or care. You looked like you were in a rush too, which is why Sukuna didn’t bother to say anything. He wouldn’t even know what to say, if he had known you’d be in here, he probably would’ve waited to grab his own coat. 

But of course, like the person he is, he can’t exactly keep his mouth shut when it comes to you. 

“You leavin’?” He asks, taking his coat off the hanger. 

“Huh? Oh– yeah,” you respond. You don’t notice it’s him. “Night Jin! I’ll see you back at work on monday.” You were quick to wave him off as you hurriedly left the room, not wanting to make you wait for too long.

“Night,” he says through gritted teeth. 

—

“Hey– they just let me know that guy got home.” Satoru says. They’re currently in a limousine right now, en route to Suguru’s place for the after party. 

“Fucking finally.” Sukuna says, doing one last line and handing the glass tray off to one of the women that decided to join them. “Been waitin’ all night for this,” he pulls his phone out.

Satoru shoo’s the girl that was next to Sukuna away so he can sit next to him and watch his phone screen. Sukuna pulls out an extra phone from his other pocket as well. 

After a couple minutes of typing what looks like a random bunch of codes to his friend, he’s able to pull up live camera footage of Ken’s home– the street cameras so clear he can see the moonlight reflection bouncing off his car. 

“Hold this for me,” Sukuna mutters, handing him the phone and proceeding to do a bunch of other confusing shit on the second one. “Alright, watch this shit,” he says rather mischievously. 

Both their eyes zero in on the screen as Sukuna presses a final button, which makes the screen turn bright fucking orange and the camera momentarily shake. 

They both burst out laughing from it– they’re not there, but that shit must’ve felt like an earthquake, and if Ken wasn’t awake before, he’d definitely be awake now. 

Their laughter begins to die down the same time the street camera self-corrects itself. Soon they’re met with a view of Sukuna’s flawless work– what was once a car is now a giant, mangled piece of metal, surrounded by thousands of broken pieces, that were on fire. 

Good thing he didn’t have a lawn, because his house would’ve caught on fire after a few minutes. But there’s something that tells him Ken’s not thinking about that right now, as he holds his head and paces back and forth on his porch.

It was fucked up, but whatever. The device he had planted in his engine self-destructs and burns itself to ashes after going off, there was no way it would go back to him. He convinces himself it’s what he deserves, especially after eyeballing you the way he did well after you said goodbye to him. 

He wonders if Mr. Kunt will text you all about his car "randomly" exploding tomorrow and it gives him a little idea, but he ends up pushing the thought away. He still respects you enough to not invade your privacy like that. 

He knows that once he crosses that line, there wouldn’t be any going back from that on his end, it might actually turn into some weird fucking obsession from there. 

“Hey sweetheart,” he calls one of the girls and locks eyes with the first one that turns her head. He didn’t catch any of their names. “Pass me that tray, will ya?”

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a/n: sooo ya, kuna spends a fuck ton of money and blows things up from his phone whenever he's mad mad

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what if I’m back in my sukuna era what then

I feel like Sukuna is the type of man to get yelled at by his wife and be genuinely impressed by it, but like hours later when he finally gets out of his feelings.

Because when he first gets yelled at?? 😭😭 he’d be so confused, purely from the fact that it’s the first time anybody’s ever raised their voice at him in years. It’ll probably be at a time when he least expects it too.

Like the 3rd month of dating— you’ve had the worst day of your life week, you’re supposed to get gas on your way home but you skip it and decide to take up Sukuna’s offer of “let me know if you ever need anything”.

Except his reaction to you finally building up the courage to ask for something was the icing on the cake, the final straw.

“Hey babe? Will you put gas in my car?”

“You couldn’t do that on your way back home? The gas stations right down the street.” He lifts a brow and slowly puts his phone down. He’s had a long day too, but at least he got to go home early.

“I know, but I’m just exhausted right now. All I wanted to do was to get back home to you.” An answer that he should be grateful for.

“I’m exhausted too, woman.” He immediately scoffs. “What the fuck do I look like to y—“

“A MAN.” Sukuna swears the earth shook beneath him the moment you started yelling. “YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MAN. GO BE ONE AND PUT GAS IN MY CAR.”

“…” He stares at you for a moment, feeling different emotions all at once. Annoyance, anger, a tad bit of fear, his pants tightening. After sometime of staring you down in silence, he finally grabs the keys from your hands and grumbles, “I’ll be back in 10.”

a/n: i got this idea from @/trintheweirdo on tt 😭🤣

༊*·˚ user busy !

ྀི summary : you send the jjk characters a "she's busy" message.

ྀི cw : fem!reader , crack , nsfw themes , angst-ish , threats

ྀི incl : gojo , geto , nanami , choso , toji , ino , shoko

ྀི a/n: this is corny asf minors dni !!

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★ REN KAJI + BOYFRIEND TEXTS ?!

synopsis ꣑ৎ : random texts with kaji as your boyfriend ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

notes ꣑ৎ : had to make my own kaji smau cuz yall don’t understand him like i do 😣 enjoy my nonchalant king kaji ‧₊ ᵎᵎ

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ਏਓ content. — boxer sukuna x childhood friend fem!reader. modern au, fwb, chocking kink, petnames (princess), no happy ending.

ਏਓ notes. idk i wanted to explore the idea of a jealous sukuna, unable to take control of a situation that gets out of his hands. reader may be read as a bitch,,, perhaps. but she is just as scared of her own feelings and ruin the friendship as he is ksjd felt i needed to clarify that.

Things had been weird lately. You assume that all unspoken situations end up like this at some point. At least, that's what you presume, because you've never found yourself in a position like this before. You haven't wanted to think about it too much, or at least not as deeply as the situation probably requires. You and Sukuna have been friends for several years now, and when you started this arrangement between the two of you, you made it very clear that there were no emotional ties, nothing that could bind you together enough to later separate you.

You were nothing more than friends hooking up, a deal implied from the very first time, right here in your room. The same place where it has happened over and over again. The room that holds your secrets, your shared laughter, tears and some heated arguments. It all started with a kiss that led to another, like the flutter of a butterfly unleashing a storm. The hunger of desire pushed you to sit on his lap, you were hungry and he knew how to feed you. So it has always been: you call and he comes.

Lately, however, the tension is different. Not the kind of tension you like, the kind where a simple glance can set your skin on fire, the kind of electricity that runs through even the boxing ring and makes you clench your thighs because you know what's coming next. What surrounds you now is an uncomfortable veil, laden with unspoken words that you both avoid, knowing that a conversation about it would only make things worse.

There's only one thing you're sure of: you don't want to overthink it.

Sukuna lets out a grunt of pain under the alcohol-soaked absorbent cotton. Out of the corner of your eye you notice how his hands, wrapped in white bandages, tighten and cling tightly to your thighs.

“Hold still,” you reproach him in a soft but firm tone as you lean over to reach for a band-aid on the bedside table.

Night has fallen, and you are both enveloped in the noisy calm of the city where the murmurs of other apartments and the distant bustle of the city seep through the walls. The atmosphere feels intimate, as if the outside world is just an irrelevant murmur compared to what is going on between you.

“ He really fucked you up, hm?” you murmur with a hint of concern in your voice. He growls low, resembling a dog that's been scolded, his brow furrowed as his red eyes bore into the wide cotton t-shirt you're wearing, especially the 'V' shape that exposes your collarbones and that little necklace hanging from your neck. You seem to notice, but decide to ignore how his gaze slides with restrained desire. “You never let yourself get hurt like that,” you add with a tone that mixes reproach and concern, pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton swab against his injured eyebrow.

“I was distracted,” he replies indifferently.

You gently push his shoulders to get a better look at him, noticing how he avoids your eyes, knowing you can read him all too easily. A black eye, a split eyebrow with a few fresh stitches, and a swollen lip; signs of a fight where he clearly wasn't in his best shape. “You weren't there,” he mutters, almost as if the confession escapes his lips.

So that's what this is about.

“I was busy with work,” you reply, trying to make it sound casual.

He emits a low sound, a deep purr that vibrates against your fingers as you continue to clean his wound. There's something in his tone that reveals a need he doesn't want to admit.

“I called, you weren't there.”

You sigh in exasperation.

“You're my watchdog now?” you tease, though behind the question lies a tension neither of you is willing to fully face.

“Are you fucking him?” the rawness of his question doesn't take you by surprise as it should. You knew this was going to blow up eventually, but still, the impact of his words causes an uncomfortable knot to form in your chest. You wonder if it was the shirt, visibly larger than you usually wear, that made him suspicious or if it was your growing coldness over the past few weeks. “You reek of him. Is that why you didn't come to see me, because you were fucking him?”

“Ryomen…” Your voice sounds like a gentle, almost motherly reproach, as if you're trying to stop a child about to get into trouble. Yet he receives it exactly that way: with a mixture of frustration and indignation, as if it's unfair of you to speak to him that way when all he wants is the truth.

“The fucking guy from your job,” he spits, his gaze piercing you with a mixture of anger and hurt that he rarely lets on. His hands are tense, knuckles white on your thighs.

The words hang in the air, heavy and toxic, mingling with the bitterness of everything unsaid between you. But deep down, you both know this goes far beyond simple jealousy.

Your tongue moistens your upper lip as you try to buy time, looking for the perfect excuse to deflect the conversation. But this time, there's no escape possible. You're trapped in his lap, his hands firmly gripping your ass, his face so close you can almost feel the heat of his skin.

“It just… happened. We have no strings attached, remember? It was what we agreed to. I thought we were both having fun.”

Sukuna lets out a bitter, dry laugh, laden with an irony that cuts through the air between you like a blade. His fingers sink harder into your flesh, making you aware of the tension coursing through his body.

“Do you really think I'm having fun right now?” he murmurs, his gravelly voice with an edge that cuts through you. The way his scarlet eyes pierce into you it's as if he's searching for something beyond your words, something even you don't know how to express. There's a restrained fury in his gaze, but also a hint of pain that you didn't expect to see. That glint that suggests that, perhaps, all this has gone further than either of you would dare to admit.

Your fingers slowly glide across the scarred skin of his shoulders, following the path of his tattoos, noting how each small movement tenses his musculature. You run down his naked torso, feel the warmth of his chest under your palms, then wrap your arms around his neck. You lean in close enough for your words to brush his lips in a whisper.

“Are you jealous, is that it? It's hard for me to tell when your boner is pushing against my ass,” you whisper to him with a mixture of mockery and desire.

Sukuna hates it when you use that tone, one that reminds him that, despite everything, he's always the one who ends up giving in to you. It's as if you have an invisible leash around his neck, and every time you pull on it, he comes without resistance. You lean a little closer, making sure his cock rubs directly against your pussy, barely covered by the thin set of panties you're wearing. The woody scent of the other man on your body confounds his senses, mixing rage, lust and something he doesn't want to name.

You hide in his neck, leaving a trail of kisses just behind his ear, that spot that always makes him lose control. Sukuna squeezes your ass cheeks tighter, pulling you even more into him, letting you feel every inch of his hardness.

“You have to talk to me,” you murmur against his skin, your teeth catching his lobe in a playful bite that makes his skin bristle. “I can't read what you're thinking.”

You know you're driving him crazy, that you're playing with fire, but you enjoy watching the cracks in his facade of hardness begin to appear and wonder how hard you can push before he snaps.

“Is this what you think I am to you, a dog you can call whenever you feel like fucking?” Sukuna spits out the words, his voice laden with a resentment he makes no attempt to hide. Every fiber of his body is still vibrating with the adrenaline of the fight just ended, and even though the physical battle is over, he still feels cornered, as if he's taking blow after blow.

Instead of responding with words, he lets his body do it for him. His hands scrape your skin, descending to your neck, squeezing gently to get your full attention. The pressure isn't enough to hurt you, but enough to make you focus on the burning that ignites in your clit, yearning to be rubbed and abused by those same hands that know exactly how to bring you to the edge.

“Is that what you want me to be?” he murmurs in a dangerous tone. “To let you use me over and over again? To make you cum on this thick cock until you're sobbing, crawling under me because it's too much?”

Your only response is a moan that escapes uncontrollably. You thrust your hips against him, seeking more friction, and he, despite his anger, begins to thrust from below, losing control over his own desire. This is what you needed, what you had forgotten in weeks without touching. Your nipples, hard and sensitive, are marked through the soft fabric of your t-shirt, begging for his mouth, for his teeth. There is always something about the way Sukuna holds you after he has humiliated you to the point of making you cum on his cock, an intimacy, that you find in no one else. It's that closeness that envelops you when he embraces you while you're still trembling after you've reached your climax.

“Answer me,” he growls, his fingers squeezing a little tighter, his voice demanding a confession.

“Yes… I need you to make me cum,” you murmur, unable to help the tremor in your voice.

Sukuna laughs, but it's not a kind sound. Your eyes widen in surprise when he lets go of your throat. The next breath you take is painful, immediately missing the pressure of his hand again.

Suddenly, he stands up, forcing you to be quick not to slip off his lap. Before you can process what's happening, he pulls on his blood-stained shirt, his movements calculated, as you stare at him blankly. “Jerk off and go to bed, princess,” he says coolly, adjusting his clothes without looking at you. “If you really wanna talk, come see me tomorrow after the fight. I'm leaving.”

With nothing more to say, Sukuna turns away, leaving the unresolved tension in the air and you with the feeling that, this time, the rules of your arrangement have changed forever.

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER SIXTEEN: maybe a phase?

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“Didn’t expect this many people to show up,” Megumi mumbled to the pink-haired boy beside him.

“I like it! It’s like our very own cult!” Yuji exclaimed; his eyes sparkling as he licked his lips in anticipation.

The raven rolled his eyes at the remark. He wasn’t wrong though. With the turnout of the event, you could start a small religion. 

Fans gathered in eager clusters; their faces lit with anticipation as they waited for their moment with the band. Laughter echoed around him, a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. Megumi felt like a marionette, expertly performing his role while his heart remained tethered to unspoken thoughts.

“Megumi, can you finish the heart?” 

He suppresses a mental groan at yet another familiar request, but he obliges, nonetheless. 

That definitely must have been the hundredth one. With a practised smile, he lifts his hand, expertly completing the heart shape as the girl beams through the screen. The phone obscures her face, leaving him with only a sense of her enthusiasm.

Around him, the atmosphere of the fan meet-and-greet buzzes with energy. His bandmates are in their element, laughing and joking with fans, their easy conviviality filling the air with warmth. They engage with their admirers, sharing stories and creating moments that spark joy, their carefree spirits a stark contrast to his mood - enjoying themselves. 

Having fun.

As he stands there, a twinge of envy bubbles beneath the surface. Here he is, moping over a girl who seems not to want anything to do with him. Well, anything but his dick. While everyone else is immersed in genuine interaction, he can’t shake the feeling of being sidelined and lost in his thoughts while the world around him pulses with life and laughter.

why would i care?

His heart panging as he replayed the text message he had received days ago, each word lingering like a haunting refrain. Was it wrong to feel this way? To sense that everything he had shared was merely a facade, a carefully crafted performance for someone who never truly saw him. 

He couldn’t shake the unsettling realization that he felt like nothing more than a fleeting moment in her life—a one-night stand disguised as something deeper. The weight of this realization pressed down on him, an oppressive reminder that his emotions felt tossed aside as if he were just an afterthought in a narrative that didn’t include him. 

The feeling of being used gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Every time he revisited that moment, a tight knot formed in his stomach, an ache that echoed his longing for something genuine. He craved a connection that resonated beyond the surface and spoke to his heart and soul rather than just his body. As the days passed, that yearning only deepened, leaving him in a cycle of doubt and self-reflection, questioning what it truly meant to be seen and valued.

Whatever. Fuck Yn. She can go fuck herself. I don’t fucking need her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck-

“Oh my god! I’m such a huge fan!” The enthusiastic voice sliced through his thoughts, yanking him back to the chaotic reality of the event.

He quickly summoned his best faux smile, a mask he had perfected through countless encounters.

“Hey! Thank you so much, I really appreciate it,” he replied, glancing down at the array of items sliding his way to autograph—each one a reminder of the crushing expectations he felt.

The fan leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I just have one question for you.”

“Shoot,” he said, keeping his voice steady, though a flicker of tension danced beneath the surface.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

He chuckled at the unexpected question, shaking his head. “I do not.”

“Then who’s that girl you’re always with?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“Dunno who you’re talking about,” he said, trying to keep his composure as he continues signing.

“Yes, you do!” she insisted, her voice rising with excitement as she grips the edge of the table.

As she continued to speculate about this so-called girlfriend, Megumi felt something inside him unravel. Maybe it was the sting of her silence in their last conversation, the way she had left him on read, leaving him feeling a little shattered. Or perhaps it was the sheer exhaustion of the endless meet-and-greet, where each interaction felt like a rehearsed line in a play he no longer wished to perform. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the air thick with unspoken feelings and unresolved questions.

Something snapped.

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s just some random bitch who sluts herself out and calls it fun.”

The words escaped him before he could rein them in.

A heavy silence settles between them; the fan was stunned into stillness by his choice of words — and profanity. His eyes dropped to the phone in her hands, and dread washed over him as he realises she was recording.

Fuck.

extras!

• hey siri play she’s just a phase by puma blue

• cue the megumi fumble arc

• megumi crash out video: 2 minutes long

• poor gojo had a heart attack when he got that pop bae notification (he hates dealing with the press)

• he put on notifs ever since they posted a pic of him and suguru walking out of a hotel together hand in hand LMFAO

• yn was standing in one spot just furiously tapping at her phone and panda asked if she was playing fruit ninja

• he got sent to his room after that

• nobara saw the video first (mainly bc she was on twitter at the time. who’s surprised?)

• told yn to brace herself and showed her it

• yn made 7 hate accounts during the uber to sukuna’s

• that girl mad as hell😂😂🤣🤦‍♀️

• i hope they don’t hook up!!

• side eye dog meme

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SMAUS

jjk men reacting to you asking for their hoodie : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

jjk men pretending to be your boyfriend : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

jjk men being needy during your finals : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami

sending jjk men random memes : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

accidental confessions : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, m.fushiguro, k.nanami

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ r.sukuna

"send d!ck"meme reaction : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, r.sukuna, k.nanami, m.fushiguro, t.fushiguro, y.itadori

they help u babysit ur little bro : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro

sending them "choke me" : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami

asking the jjk men if you can sleep with them : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami

"can we get a pet pig" : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami, m.fushiguro

situationships : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, t.fushiguro, k.nanami, m.fushiguro

ONE-SHOTS

mafia!boss toji x reader : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

gojo takes care of sick reader : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

saviour (Greek God AU) : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

sex on the beach : ̗̀➛s.gojo

coming home to him on a rainy evening : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

HEADCANONS

jjk men as mafia bosses : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, mahito, k.nanami, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro

gojo satoru as a boyfriend part 2 : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

shopping w them : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, t.fushiguro, y.itadori

soft sukuna scenarios : ̗̀➛ r.sukuna

mafia boss relationship headcanons : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

relationship headcanons : ̗̀➛ k.nanami

with a famous s/o : ̗̀➛ k.nanami, s.gojo

them comforting you during your finals : ̗̀➛ s.gojo,k.nanami, t.fushiguro

SERIES

୭ EX-HUSBAND TOJI

the divorce + first time seeing him again : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

megumi's shared custody : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

running into ex-husband toji at the supermarket : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro, s.gojo

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