#itafushi snippet

[itafushisolace]

“This sucks,” he said. Even if no one was around to hear him besides Sukuna, who was laughing at him, he needed to voice his thoughts.

“Yuuji, what’s wrong?” He heard Megumi’s voice behind him. God Yuuji could listen to Megumi talk all day. He loved the other’s voice so much that he felt like he was going to explode. There was just something about hearing his first name uttered by Megumi. He was so lucky.

“Yuuji?”

"Sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?”

#itadori x fushiguro #itafushi #itafushi fic #itafushi fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #itafushi snippet #for my upcoming fic

[voxofthevoid]

Welcome to Schrödinger's Noncon Wednesday #1 ✨

Shibuya swap is temporarily suspended while I finish the itagofushi fic that should have been condensed into a oneshot for the anniversary project but wasn't—because I'm, y'know, an insane clown. The fic is current three chapters and 15.5k words. I don't think it'll become obscenely long, but it sure as hell doesn't seem short.

It's a pornfest. It's also broken free of my outline. The intent was to start with dubcon and move to consensual sex, but the way it's coming out, we've got straight-up noncon, followed by extremely dubious consent and then milder dubcon, culminating in consensual sex—all involving different combinations of the three guys involved. Hence the name Schrödinger's noncon—full credit to @nearalways, whose brain I keep trying to make out with.

This week's scene is mostly consensual itafushi, with referenced gofushi noncon.

Megumi scowls at Gojou and pries his eyes away, running headfirst into Itadori’s blazing brown eyes a moment before teeth sink into the soft underside of his belly.

“Itadori!” Megumi forces his spine back flat, clenching and unclenching his fists in Gojou’s honest-to-god silk sheets in a desperate bid for control. “That’s not even a kiss.”

Itadori licks at the spot he bit, but if it’s meant to be apology, it’s not a very good one, not when his heavy-lidded eyes are dripping satisfaction.

“Just wanted your attention,” Itadori murmurs, lips moving against Megumi’s skin. “Don’t look away, Fushiguro.”

Megumi swallows an unholy noise, but some of it spills out, trembling in the air.

From beside him, there’s soft laughter.

It’s a smile that Itadori presses to Megumi’s skin this time; it’s a quiet, gentle thing, but it still cuts so deep, leaving Megumi gasping around the wet spill of his entrails. Itadori kisses him all over his stomach like he can’t see or taste the mess, and then that mouth is being dragged to Megumi’s chest, tracing the shape of his pec before closing wetly over a nipple.

Itadori sucks, and it’s getting struck by lightning.

There’s no strangling his reaction, his body arching up violently enough to dislodge Itadori’s mouth from his chest and his throat burning around a violently high noise that bounces off the wall.

Itadori smiles, wide-eyed with what looks like wonder. “You like that?”

Megumi just pants for breath, and then Itadori’s touching that nipple, a calloused thumb sliding over the wet bud, and something sharp and electric bolts down Megumi’s spine, making him shudder and arch into the touch—then away, the pleasure too sharp, except Itadori follows it with his hand and then his mouth. Megumi’s braced for it this time, only twitching when Itadori mouths on those overly sensitive nerves, but the pleasure is a simmering flood in his veins, heating him all over.

Then teeth scrape the nipple, and Megumi’s whole body sings some howling song.

He fists a hand in Itadori’s hair and yanks him up to his mouth.

There’s no resistance. Itadori falls on him like a wolf, his mouth eager and open, and it’s only the shock of the impact that makes Megumi part his lips, gasping wetly against Itadori’s lips, but there’s nothing accidental about the tongue that plunges into his mouth, Itadori licking deep like he owns everything he’s tasting, and Megumi lets him the way he’s been dreaming and aching to since he started wanting this boy, and the taste and the heat spread down his whole body.

Itadori’s hand cups his face, calluses branding Megumi’s skin, and tilts it a little, and then their mouths are at a different, better angle, and the groan Itadori buries in his mouth is followed by a fury that threatens to bruise, his mouth a hot seal against Megumi’s while his tongue sweeps deep, sliding over Megumi’s tongue and prodding at the roof of his mouth and digging into every soft space.

It’s hunger like nothing Megumi’s ever felt, ever tasted. And it is a taste, the tongue in his mouth flooding his palate with a warm, wet flavor that’s just skin and spit but feels like more, like Itadori’s essence distilled into something Megumi can swallow.

He swallows, and Itadori kisses him harder, deeper, wetter.

Megumi has to tear free of the kiss with a gasp, panting for air, and Itadori just makes a sound that’s too much like a whine, dragging wet lips along Megumi’s cheek before dipping his head, mouthing at his jaw and throat, a play of lips and teeth and tongue that’s as hungry as it’s clever—

It’s clever.

It’s several minutes delayed, the realization that Itadori knows what’s doing. That first chaste kiss proved nothing, but maybe the way Itadori stepped between Megumi’s open legs and touched him should have. Megumi definitely should have realized when Itadori kissed his way up his body at his own damn leisure—eager and hungry, yes, but also slow and tender.

Megumi allows the pressure that turns his face back toward Itadori, but he slaps a hand over that descending mouth.

“You’ve done this before,” he says, and he doesn’t mean for it to come out like an accusation, but it does, every sharp note of it slicing through the air.

There’s more soft laughter from beside him.

Itadori blinks, raising one hand to pry Megumi’s fingers off his mouth. “Yes? I mean—wait, you haven’t?”

Megumi just grits his teeth, trying and failing to swallow a sense of…not betrayal, not really. But it’s something acrid and ugly. It’s not like he was expecting Itadori to be a virgin or even inexperienced. It’s just that he didn’t think he wouldn’t be. Itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or anyone like that. He doesn’t even keep in touch with people from his old life, and he goes out a lot, sure, but he likes company for it—Megumi, Kugisaki, their upperclassmen, Gojou, and even Nanami. And he’s not the kind of guy who’d keep these things a secret.

Except he has.

“Gojou-sensei,” Itadori says, yanking Megumi out of the new hell he’s stewing in, “you didn’t even kiss him?”

Megumi gags a bit. Itadori looks at him in concern.

“I wouldn’t be so cruel,” Gojou says, and even without looking at him, Megumi can see the maddening curve of his mouth. “After all, Megumi’s been saving himself for you.”

Itadori looks taken aback, and then he drags his eyes from Gojou to Megumi, expression shifting from incredulity to awe.

It makes Megumi want to crawl into a hole and die. All he can feel is the sore heat inside him, lining the path Gojou carved into him. That ache deep in his gut, like a bruise where nothing’s ever touched. His rim is still wet, and no matter how tightly Megumi clenches up, it feels so open.

“Fushiguro—”

“Don’t,” Megumi bites out, closing his eyes. “Shut up.”

“He’s shy,” Gojou says conspiratorially to Itadori. “I don’t want to kiss Megumi, but if you’re offering, I’d like to finish what I started.”

“Why’re you asking me?” Itadori says, sounding genuinely confused. “Oh, I guess I did interrupt. Still, it’s up to Fushiguro, isn’t it?”

“So it is,” Gojou murmurs. Fingers find Megumi’s elbow, gliding sickeningly gently up his arm and along his shoulder, nudging the edge of his jaw. “What do you say, Megumi?”

Die, is what Megumi would like to say, but it’s not like Gojou magically dropped dead the last few times he tried.

He doesn’t want to. Of course he doesn’t want to. He still hurts with what Gojou took, and worse than the pain is the lingering sense of violation. Itadori’s touch chased it away briefly; at least, it distracted Megumi enough that he felt nothing but Itadori’s mouth, his heat. But that brimming wonder in Itadori’s eyes brought it right back, and now it’s in him like a stain, oil mixing with blood.

A kinder hand cups his face, Itadori’s calloused thumb sliding sweetly over his cheek. “You good, Fushiguro?”

No. No, he’s not good at all.

“Whatever,” Megumi says, opening his eyes to the ceiling. “Do what you want.”

#itafushi #itagofushi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #my fic #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #fic: a blacklit paradise #divider credit: saradika-graphics

[thegoodgege]

sharing an unedited snippet bc the painkillers are kicking in and idc anymore

“Maybe we should just leave,” he says with a sigh. He’s been suggesting it for the past half-hour. “Go find Gojo-sensei.” Yuji’s already drifted off. He’s still got plenty of cash to burn. Well, Gojo’s cash, but he was gifted it to have some fun, right? The 80s-style carpet swallows Fushiguro’s protests chasing after his footsteps as he browses the array of cabinets on display. Most of them are either out-of-order or dysfunctional, their screens flickering with nonsense displays. He passes a Mortal Kombat cabinet, where Scorpion is permanently glitched in the middle of impaling Liu Kang. The screen is split horizontally one third from the bottom, giving the appearance of Liu Kang’s body being cut in two. On his left, another cabinet shows Pac-Man being ambushed by ghosts, only to finally be caught by Clyde. The preview starts up again and Pac-Man is off, mindlessly chomping down on every pellet in his path. The pellets twitch and suddenly they’re fingers. Yuji does a double take. Pac-Man swallows a pellet - a regular, yellow pellet - and then a powerup, and then the hunt is on. “Itadori, let’s g- are you okay?” Yuji tears his eyes away from the screen, now just urging him to insert a coin. In the distance, Kugisaki’s heading to the escalator. His eyes focus on Fushiguro, whose mossy gaze, rippling with concern, sets every point of his skin on fire. Yuji chuckles sheepishly, running his hand through the prickly regrowth on the back of his scalp. “Can we stay a little longer?” he pleads. “I wanna see what else they’ve got.” Fushiguro’s feathery brows pull together. “Are you sure? Because you look freaked out.” Yuji watches the carpet go dark and light under the scrubbing of his boot. “I just thought I saw something.” The air between his body and his clothes is becoming unbearably humid under Fushiguro’s intense stare. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Just… staring. Like he expects Yuji to drop dead again. “Fushiguro, I’m fine,” he wants to say. Sometimes his mind bursts with the image of him pressing Fushiguro’s hand to his chest to feel his heart thumping away in there, saying “Look, look! I’m alive! I’m alive!” But then his heart starts beating a little too fast and Yuji knows Fushiguro would feel it too and then he’d know. The thought sears Yuji’s cheeks and he turns away from the light, away from Fushiguro. He wants him to leave with Kugisaki so that he can explore the games in peace. But it’s kind of dark up here and some of the lights are flickering and he’s a little scared to be alone. Come on, say something. “Fine.”

#inky blinky and pinky but the only name i could remember was clyde lol #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #jjk fanfic #snippet #my writing

[fluffy-bacon363]

Itafushi hurt/comfort

A snippet I am working on for itafushi week on Twitter.

Yuji is releasing all his piled up feelings in the shower

#snippet #itafushi #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanfiction

[dollsuguru]

just thought of a studio ghibli au w suguru omfg

#dilf suguru geto my beloved… #suguru is granmamare - beautiful sea god #reader is a fujimoto-esque character but since this is MY au <3 just a down bad loser for their super hot husband (suguru) #itafushi ponyo & sousuke <333 methinks i’ll make yuji be the child of suguru & reader <333 i think it’d fit #this came to me bc i saw some art on twt of ponyo’s parents and I Connect Everything To Suguru #snippets #<- so i remember :3 #personal

[thoughtssvt]

hello! please call me j! I write for BNHA and JJK, specializing in sfw content with the occasional nsfw piece-- mainly ship posts, but i'm delving into to x reader (a lot of thoughts about nanami). i also do some general non-ship fluff to heal our hearts from the hurt <3

minors and ageless accounts do not interact !

although i mainly write sfw and properly tag and flag my nsfw content i do interact with nsfw content that may or may not be tagged or flagged

ship-fic masterlist

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ featured : satosugu, itafushi, hainana, bkdk

jjk x reader masterlist

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ featured : nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, fushiguro, itadori | gender neutral reader

jujutsu kaisen

general (non-ships)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Seasons Pass Like It's Nothing | Megumi and Tsumiki growing up

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ The Small Spaces Between Infinity | a series of Dad Gojo and Kid Megumi

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Innocence Protection Program | a series of Papamin and Kid Yuji

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Jujutsu Daycare | adventures of the jujutsu students as children

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ character analysis / rambles / snippets

boku no hero academia

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Hero Talk Pod | a series of Hero Deku's podcast ft. other pro heroes

thoughtssvt related

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ how j does dividers

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ j's nonsensical voice actor thoughts

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ j's babbles (anything that comes to mind) aka the void)

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

snippet from that itafushi vampire au I was talking about 🫣

#I really wanted to write some smooching and this is where it lead to #jjk #itafushi #megumi fushiguro #yuuji itadori #jinx writes #fics: my heart is gold but my hands are cold #jinx talks

[anulithots]

Welcome, non-plant beings, my creatures of night and nonsense, my dear audience, to this weird and wonderous collection of mine.

I promise you won't be told a story with an answer, with some "here's how I fixed my life & the journey it took to get there" I promise that there won't be a "hope to get better" which makes now feel so stark in contrast. I promise I wont make it seem simple or linear or a sudden "aha moment" to make things suddenly seem clear.

What I promise is a story, to the best of my ability, where there are no weeds to pull. no seeds to plant, no fruits to pick. The garden will grow and die, change & cycle back to the beginning. And through it all, in this moment with the dappled sun reflecting off the dew, the weeds in a thick blanket, forgotten fruit as a feast for the birds - we are wild and it is beautiful, no matter how much they want a cultivated, perfectly trimmed and oh-so-stale-garden.

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TL;DR - I'm currently in a Link Click hyperfixation, and I my main WIP is the Land of the Fallen Fairies. I also have a biology fanfiction and a teddy bear nightmare warrior story on the side. And I like being asked about character analysis, whether that be my own characters or any character from this list + characters from LInk Click

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How the fae/faer/faerself pronouns work

Open to tag games and asks and... literally anything.

Name's Noor/Noorie btw. Closeted genderfluid and aspec (queer platonic/split attraction model... or whatever this is). Pronouns are they/them, it/its and anything fancy.

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Each of the subsections leads to masterposts for everything! (The intro post got waaayyy tooo long)

The Land of the Fallen Fairies.

A nature-themed commentary on the pursuit of happiness and fixing yourself to deserve that happiness, told by an overthinking, unreliable, houseplant narrator.

Zine

Uquiz

TW: self-hatred, suicidal thoughts, and self-deprecation.

Anuli's story collection.

Anuli's (and my) favorite stories from around tumblr

Jujutsu Kaisen Hyperfixation

As the name suggests, I am hyperfixated. I have also written essays analyzing these characters. Be very afraid. And/or come suffer with me /pos

Also also, for those who don't want to see any JJK smut, this blog should be safe for you! <3 I ship Satosugu but in a... transcend labels, queer platonic flavor sort of way. And I flipflop on itafushi. Either way they are soul mates and transcend labels. Found family dynamics and everlasting friendships/comfort people are peak fiction for me.

Link Click Hyperfixation

They are my everything. They can live in my head rent free foreverrr.

Tumblr's houseplant garden.

Growing a garden of houseplants based off this weird thing called existence, "planted" by others from tumblr.

Fantasy Frog and Toad

A story about two princes cursed to be a frog and toad because they couldn't decide on whether to be self-determined and individualistic, or be traditional and family oriented, because why can't you be both?

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Tagging system

#link click <-- the collection of link click things I shall hoard like a dragon

#the land of the fallen fairies <-- everything related to the land of the fallen fairies (following this one would be a good idea if you want random updates, or you can join the tag list <3)

#feelings are weird <--- random snippets of Russian Roullet of whether I'll snap or not, along with some sideways spiraling. (this is different from the next tag, but it takes a lot of time to explain how so.)

#I'll fill my grave with fanart <-- doom posting specifically. Apparently I've learned how not to snap and I want to return that but the manager won't answer my phone calls.

#Anuli's favorite stories <-- Stories that I and Anuli like. (Give or take, Anuli faerself has a slightly different taste than I do... but here's the tag)

#plant posting <-- whenever I talk about houseplants

#Noorie listens to songs on loop <-- My inconsistent music taste (you get iphone piano ballads... just saying)

#Noorie infodumps. Be very afraid. <--- My rambling tag

#jjk <-- I reblog stuff without tags, so everything of mine that's jjk related will have this tag

my favorite post on tumblr

#anuli the dryad #the land of the fallen fairies #take care of yourself #dryads #creative writing #oc story #fiction #anuli quote #writeblr #oc stuff #i don't trust the tags #Anuli's favorite stories #the tumblr houseplant seires #fantasy frog and toad #feelings are weird #the High Protector #Kamari the dryad #kamari the dryad #Anuli the dryad #the high protector #Noorie listens to songs on loop #the land of the fallen fairies worldbuilding #how to read a tree #Noorie infodumps. Be very afraid #I'll fill my grave with fanart

[chaos-and-sparkles]

Fic Commissions?

*puts on hat*

STARR'S FIC COMMISSIONS?!

So yeah, after some nudging from my friends and bc I could really use the funds, I'm officially opening writing commissions!

For context, I go by Chaos_and_Sparkles on ao3, and you can find my fics here :D

How to Commission:

You can reach out to me for a commission by DMing me on Tumblr or via Discord (@star_rynight)!

We can discuss more about the details, and I can give an expected timeline.

Mention the word count range, fandom, ship, the prompt/idea you want, and the ao3 tags that would apply so I can get a feel of the story.

Since I'm juggling college, it can sometimes vary and may be up for discussion, but generally I will take up to two weeks to write the first 1k words, and a week per 1k words after that. I will however take twice as long for NSFW fics as I do for SFW fics (I'm asexual and sometimes sex-repulsed, so believe me when I say this is for the quality of the writing more than anything else).

I'll give regular updates, and snippets if you like, of the fic's progress

You'll have to pay half the amount upfront, and then I'll start working on the fic! Currently I only accept PayPal.

Once the fic is done, it'll be posted to my ao3, as a gift fic to you. If you want the fic sent privately and not posted, DM for further discussion.

Prices:

$10 USD per 500 words for SFW

$12 USD per 500 words for NSFW

Fandoms and Fav Ships:

Spider-Verse (chaipunk and chaipunksong, occasional ghostflower and spiderdads)

Hamilton (jamilton and lams)

Good Omens (ineffable husbands, qpr ineffable husbands)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (glimbow and glitra)

Marvel (depends on my mood, I do enjoy some frostiron tho)

Sherlock (ACD canon and Sherlock and Co. specifically) (johnlock, qpr johnlock)

Encanto (no ships)

ATLA (all ships welcome)

JJK (Anime) (sukuita, itafushi, nobamaki and satosugu)

Assorted Disney Movies

Assorted DreamWorks Movies

TSoA

Greek Mythology and Lore (patrochilles, persades, anything with odysseus)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (percabeth, solangelo)

These are just my favourite ships, ofc, I'm still up for writing others!

So... yeah! :D

#fic commissions #fanfic commissions #fic commiss #spiderman atsv #hamilton #atla #good omens #spop #sherlock & co #acd canon #encanto #jjk #tsoa #marvel #pjo #greek mythology #ao3 writer #sherlock holmes

[kastlequill]

wip game

thank you for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy ! np tags: @dotcie @snail-eggs @skinnyazn @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto-astarion @lunarvicar @siriusleee @parttimeprophet

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words completed

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”

#writing update #fic: that human that demon #fic: unearth without a name #fic: ‘til my pulse loses time

[littencloud9]

klance coffee shop au!! 👀

oooh wait im assuming you mean number 10? only 13 and onwards are klance hahaha. this one’s an itafushi au!!

basically megumi and nobara work at a coffeeshop part-time and megumi meets yuuji there. they’re also all in the same college. it’s just a coffeeshop au disguised as a college au disguised as a dog walking au (nanami works at an adoption centre that yuuji volunteers at)! heres the snippet:

She complains that he's no fun, leaning against the counter. Megumi ignores her and quickly makes the drink. When he's done, he slides the drink to Kugisaki, and she gives him yet another unbearably sly look. "You know, you should write your number on the cup."

"Shut up and give Itadori his drink."

"You can even add a heart at the back. I'm sure it'll suit your astounding personality," she continues like she didn't hear him. Megumi gathers all his strength to send her the nastiest, stinkiest glare he can possibly muster up. She laughs. "There it is."

#they are so silly. i love megumi and nobara being besties for life #asks #runo <3

[alonelystargazer]

💖🎭🥘 for the fic ask game :D

hi thanks for the ask!

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

I would have to say it's my fic Home Is Where You Are, a Jotaro/Kakyoin (JJBA) fic I wrote a couple of years ago. I just loved portraying a hypothetical no one dies AU and domestic life.

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

I'm trying not to confuse this with trope, so I think I'll have to say romance? Which is strange because I don't have much experience with romance IRL, and I'm not entirely interested in it anyway, but for some reason I like to explore romance in fiction.

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

I'm gonna cheat and say two of them. One is the HaiNana fic (of which I've shared snippets) and the other is an ItaFushi fic. But I'm also excited to see what I can cook up for ItaFushi Week!

#uriekukistan #answered #ask game

[voxofthevoid]

Schrödinger’s Noncon Wednesday #2—also the last one, which is a pity since I like that name a lot. Tender's brain is a bounty.

The fic is over 30k right now and will be done in another 1000 words or so. It's 6 proper chapters and a tiny epilogue—mostly bite-sized sex scenes with my usual flavor of character work.

This one's definitely for the Megumifuckers. Enjoy?

“Itadori,” he says, almost flinching at the thin wreck that’s his voice, “you’re too deep like this.”

Itadori makes a noise that’s almost protesting. His arms tighten around Megumi—as if he’s going anywhere, hanging limply in Itadori’s arms, from his cock. The only parts of him that have any energy are the bits clutching Itadori’s cock.

“I know.” Itadori drags his mouth up Megumi’s neck, nuzzling into the spot behind his ear; it’s hard to hold back a shudder, sparks of sensation sluicing down his body. “Sorry, Fushiguro, just stay like this a while, stay with me.”

Megumi swallows a pointless protest, tilting his head back. The ceiling mocks him for a moment before he closes his eyes, and the darkness isn’t blissful, but it’s something. Losing his vision makes him aware of all his other senses, but it’s the flesh that dominates—Itadori’s bare body, blistering inside and against Megumi’s own bruised flesh. His body feels like Itadori’s more than his own, and it’s not new, but it’s never been so real.

It’s only natural that reality isn’t like fantasy. Megumi isn’t even sure he’s complaining. He told Itadori to fuck Gojou out of him, didn’t he? He’s doing that. He’s already done that. Megumi’s insides no longer remember another shape, the lingering phantoms of fingers and toys and cock and even Itadori’s own tongue devoured by the pulsating press of this gentle monstrosity.

Itadori’s kissing him. He’s sweet about, lips gentle and warm along Megumi’s shoulders and throat. It gets a bit wet sometimes and a little sharp too, tongue and teeth coming out to tease. Megumi almost laughs when Itadori nips the shell of his ear, but the wet flick of tongue that follows makes his breath catch instead. His hands get busy too, one always supporting Megumi, holding his torso fast to Itadori’s body, but the other wanders over every bit of him Itadori can reach, petting his chest and stomach and thighs and throat, and there’s a frantic undercurrent to it all that gives every warm touch a center of pure heat.

He’s pretty sure Itadori’s trying to help him relax—loosen up, literally. He appreciates it. He’d have appreciated just the thought, but he likes that it’s working, his muscles no longer feeling like they’re about to tear themselves apart. And he doesn’t feel any less torn apart around Itadori, but with every moment, he gets a little more used to it. He’s a sorcerer; he can think past pain. The pressure is worse, this suffocating fullness he can’t get used to, but maybe he doesn’t need to get used to it. He just has to like it.

He might already like it.

Itadori’s hand cups his cock.

Megumi almost jolts with it, only the exhausted ache in his limbs keeping him still and as limp as he can while skewered on cock. He opens his eyes, looking down to see only what he’s feeling. His dick is soft, and Itadori’s hand covers it easily. It’s an undemanding touch—light, warm. There’s something strangely perverse about seeing another hand cupped between his legs like it’s protecting his modesty. Maybe it’s just because Megumi knows just how thoroughly he lost that in the span of…

How long as it been? It can’t be more than an hour, but it feels like it’s been ten times that.

Itadori pets his cock for a few seconds. They drag on, a thrumming warmth. Megumi can feel the leaden weight of another gaze, but he doesn’t look at Gojou. He stares at Itadori’s hand between his legs for as long as he can stand, and when he can’t anymore, he closes his eyes again, turning his head to rest his forehead against Itadori’s head.

He doesn’t know how long Itadori plans to keep him like this, or even why he wants to, but he doesn’t have the strength to question or fight it. He barely has the strength to feel, a deep-seated ache gnawing at every inch of his body, countered by the other, foreign ache seated deep inside.

Maybe Itadori’s waiting for Megumi to pass out—turn into something still and quiet that won’t scream and thrash and make a nuisance of itself. It’s not as abhorrent as it should be, the image of his limp body being put to use. Not when it’s Itadori. Megumi’s sure he’d feel it even in his dreams. He knows he won’t be any less ruined after, waking up to what’s left of himself.

His cock aches, still soft but needy too, and the ache spreads and spreads, clogging his veins like hot syrup. He breathes and chokes on it, and Itadori holds him closer, tighter, and his hand is dragged up Megumi’s cock and further, ghosting over his stomach and chest to splay palm-first to his throat. Fingers press to his pulse points, and behind him, Itadori shivers delicately.

He cups Megumi’s face, tilting his head into a kiss.

Megumi opens for it even before Itadori’s tongue comes calling, and then it’s inside him, wet and thick, and there’s a flash of awareness of just where that tongue’s been, but disgust doesn’t get time to form before it dies in the heady strokes of Itadori’s tongue as he kisses Megumi deeply, with a quiet, contained fervor that seems to writhe like a live thing between their mouths, inside of them, and Megumi can’t quite summon the energy to kiss him back, but he finds that he knows very well how to open up and let Itadori have his fill.

The mattress shifts under him.

Pressure, a lance of hot sensation.

Megumi breaks the kiss with a cry, jolting full-bodied.

Itadori makes a throaty noise, surprise and confusion, and Megumi can sense the exact moment he sees what’s happening, that noise twisting into a curse that’s vicious with want.

Megumi doesn’t share the sentiment. And he doesn’t know what he’s feeling as he stares down at the foot Gojou’s pressed to his stomach, low enough that the heel flirts with the base of Megumi’s cock, but it’s nowhere in the vicinity of approval, let alone arousal.

“Gojou-sensei…” That’s his mouth moving, his voice spilling out, but Megumi feels like he’s hearing himself underwater, everything distant and dull.

“Don’t mind me,” comes the cavalier reply. “I’m just a little curious.”

“Curious?” Itadori, the hunger in his voice not entirely tamed by the questioning air. “About—no, never mind. You probably shouldn’t be doing that, sensei. Fushiguro is pretty—”

“Fucked out?” Gojou provides helpfully. “Cockdrunk?”

Itadori makes a soft, shuddering noise that’s anything but admonishment.

Megumi can’t summon any offense, only a weak pulse of heat that writhes in his gut without ever spilling a little further down.

“I have just the thing,” Gojou says, his voice dangerously soft, “to fix him.”

His foot digs in.

Megumi screams.

Itadori—

His cock, it’s—

Take it out, Megumi wants to say, the words blurring into a serrated chant in his head, but all that comes out are high-pitched noises, every exhale distorted into a weak, wanton whine.

Itadori doesn’t take it out. He pushes in, and there’s nothing to take, all of Megumi wrapped around all of Itadori, but it’s still movement, and his flesh flares, the loose ease he sunk into shattering twice over. Gojou’s foot moves like it’s matching Itadori, and Megumi can feel it, he can—

He can feel Itadori, snug in the space Gojou’s digging his foot into.

He can feel Itadori feel it—his shuddering breaths and heaving chest, the nails turning into claws on Megumi’s skin. His hips are furiously still, and then they aren’t, and it’s nothing, only a rolling motion that barely trembles along the meat of Megumi’s ass, but inside, it’s a devastation.

Itadori moves like he’s trying to fuck against Gojou’s foot through Megumi’s body.

Megumi opens his mouth, only for another thin noise to tear free, lashing at the air.

“That’s better,” Gojou says, with a grin that would start wars. “Looking alive there, Megumi.”

Megumi’s going to kill him.

If Itadori’s cock doesn’t kill him first.

#itafushi #itagofushi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #my fic #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #fic: a blacklit paradise #divider credit: saradika-graphics

[thegoodgege]

When Yuji and Megumi find an abandoned fortune-telling machine at an arcade, they're sent on a twisted trip through their future by a cursed spirit. Can they overcome the fear of what lies ahead in order to find each other and escape?

Chapter 1 is up!

#rb'd this under the snippet but i thought it would get lost under the expand thing #so now it's its own post #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #itafushi #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #fanfic #ao3

[uriekukistan]

#7 and 8? :3

thank you for the ask :3

7 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. not me teasing things that i wont publish for weeks 😭 i've just been fixated on this one shot i've been writing. i wanted to give megumi a bit of a villain arc post shinjuku, it took a mind of its own and turned itafushi. but i think this shows what i initially wanted to capture, and that's that megumi, after losing so much, will do literally anything to hold onto the last thing he has left to give him purpose

8 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. this chapter of dancing with a stranger isn't coming for like. a month. but i just think this is really cute. has me kicking my feet when i read it.

#forcing me to be nice to myself i see

[xokiddo]

HO HO SURPRISE I'm not going to hold you upside down by your ankles and shake you for more Atem/Ryou this time

Because "make megumi happy pls" captured my entire heart and I need some pls 🥺

LMAO well you do have the link for that one 😂 (which there is more of!!!)

omg okay so this one is another Itafushi piece, but post-canon and it’s not a total fix-it fic, but it’s one where my one goal is to let Megumi find happiness after everything settles 🥹 and honestly 1000% originally inspired by watching Totoro over and over again with my son lol

ask is from this WIP ask tag game!

aaaaand a snippet is beneath the cut!

Home becomes a term that Megumi no longer understands.

Tokyo is no longer home. He doesn’t know that it ever truly was; Tsumiki remained in Saitama, and his room in Jujutsu Tech was hardly a place he’d ever call home. He dared to feel comfortable before Shibuya—in the fleeting lull of danger, going on missions with Yuuji and Nobara and running errands for Gojo in between. Training with Maki and Panda. Cooking with Inumaki, trying to replicate Yuuji’s recipes.

All memories that he’ll cherish, but never be able to recreate.

Not anymore.

He settles in the countryside of Saitama, away from everyone. The town is quiet and quick to welcome in a young boy left without a home in the aftermath of Tokyo’s tragedy.

The house is on the outskirts of the town, accessible by a dirt road that runs off one of the few paved streets nearby. It’s a traditional home, last occupied by a widower who passed away a year before Megumi’s arrival. An elderly woman meets Megumi when he shows up on a bicycle with only a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, already pushing open the doors along the side of the house.

“Ah, there you are,” she greets him with a polite bow. “You must be Fushiguro-kun.”

“Yes, I am.” He dismounts the bike and bows deeply from his spot on the bottom of the front steps. “Thank you for looking after the house, Obaa-san.”

“Please,” she waves dismissively with a smile. “Just call me Kyouko.”

Megumi hesitates as he straightens, unsure which would be more rude–obliging her request, or sticking to the more respectful title. He lands in the middle, compromising with a nod. “Okay, Kyouko-san.”

Kyouko laughs, her eyes gleaming when Megumi tucks his chin closer to his chest.

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