#itagofushi

[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

[sukugo]

why's satoru always looking his most whorish when training his students 🤔🧐🤨

#f.txt #what is ur goal here satoru 🧐 #also gege saying that he wears his glasses when meeting up with girls. #but we only ever see it with his students 🤔🤔 #dots have been connected #jjk #itagofushi #itagofushi brainworms lately honestly 😔 so many thoughts #but fr the fukcing huge ass shirt collar showing off his entire collarbones.....boy what #and u can see that it's even bigger in the first pic u smooth it a bit and it might be almost offshoulder. satoru im fucking biting u #gojo

[pt-writes]

Current WIPS

Trans Akira PWP: 70% Hocus Pocus AU Ch 5 10 % His Dumb Face(college AU): Ch.3 30 % Souyo gardening oneshot: 70 % Broadway AU: Ch1. 90% See Thru Me: Ch3 20% StarWars AU: Part 2 70 % Discord fics waiting to be transcribed: (fun little things I’m writing for the Shuake-offical discord) Model AU Stripper AU Beauty and the Beast AU Various Ideas in works: Gaze(Palace story): Outlining plot, ch1 started Disturbia Ch2: 40% Works on Hiatus:

Oh, Raven: Ch2. 40%

ItaGoFushi Dating copetition fic: ch1 finished, Ch2 ??

#pinned post #all shuakeshu unless otherwise noted #not in any particular order #will be updated when relevent

[voxofthevoid]

Posting Schedule: April & May 2024

I'm merging the months since the April anniversary project has outgrown April rather egregiously. It is funny how I said just last month that I'm cutting down my updates to four a month, and now we have eight each for these two months. But to be fair, the word count is pretty much the same because these are shorter fics (...mostly).

April:

2. Chapter 1/1 of the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself

JJK; goyuu; When Yuuji’s fifteen, Gojou Satoru dies; when Yuuji’s seventeen, Gojou Satoru is born.

6. Chapter 1/1 of (it wasn't hard to realize) love's the death of peace of mind

JJK; goyuu; When a blip in time lands sixteen-year-old Satoru in the future, he finds himself in possession of a cursed object sporting his own eyes and a grieving boy who can’t look away from those eyes.

12. Chapter 1/2 of because the negative sex was born into a bloodline

JJK; kenita; Yuuji makes reasonable assumptions about the handsome man stalking him. Kenjaku gets to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

14. Chapter 1/1 of caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

JJK; goyuu; Megumi finds out that Gojou’s been giving Yuuji some hands-on sex education.

19. Chapter 1/1 of will we remain stuck in the throat of gods

JJK; sukuita with past!goyuu; A bad breakup isn’t a good excuse to fuck the monster rotting your soul, but Yuuji’s made worse decisions—probably.

23. Chapter 1/1 of this was something you incited, you opened up and invited

JJK; goyuu; Satoru learns why most alphas don’t fuck other alphas.

26. Chapter 1/1 of we can be anything we want to be (make shit up and live it completely)

JJK; goyuu; An offhand comment leads to Yuuji discovering the dubious joys of pet ownership.

30. Chapter 1/1 of this is the wrong story

JJK; goyuu; In a faraway forest enclosed in Brahmic barriers, there’s a boy who loves and hates the world in equal measure.

May

3. Chapter 1/1 of vulgarity (the glory and the virtue died so long ago)

JJK; goyuu; Yuuji’s hormones battle his morals while his half-naked teacher sleeps on his lap.

8. Chapter 1/1 of somebody ought to corrupt you on the dance floor and take you home

JJK; hiita; A wardrobe malfunction drastically alters the aftermath of Yuuji’s fight with Higuruma.

10. Chapter 1/1 of never seen such a pretty wicked thing

JJK; goyuu; Satoru has a late-night philosophical discussion with the King of Curses.

15. Chapter 2/2 of because the negative sex was born into a bloodline

JJK; kenita; Yuuji makes reasonable assumptions about the handsome man stalking him. Kenjaku gets to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

19. Chapter 1/1 of i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

JJK; goyuu; Satoru’s ward is in that peculiar purgatory between puberty and presentation. He tries to help.

23. Chapter 1/1 of you're like a goddess in disguise (i'm drowning slowly in your eyes)

JJK; fem!goyuu; Yuuji finds religion in her teacher’s tits, violently.

26. Chapter 1/1 of but lover, you're the one to blame

JJK; goyuu; Yuuji acquires a doll that’s sympathetically connected to Satoru. It’s innocent until it isn’t.

31. Chapter 1/7 of i can offer you a black-lit paradise

JJK; itagofushi; Satoru plays favorites with his students in the worst way possible. Megumi suffers, while Yuuji’s oblivious—and horny.

The dates are tentative, the order isn't set in stone, and I am about to become void soup.

If anything's repeated or mismatched, ignore for now. I'll look over this again when these fic titles/dates aren't at risk of setting my eyes on fire.

#posting schedule #goyuu #sukuita #hiita #kenita #itagofushi #vox unhinged

[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

[sukugo]

yuuji and megumi getting gojo a cake for his birthday which ends in them licking it off gojo and double dicking him

#had this in my drafts since quite a bit #might as well get it out today #jjk #itagofushi #f.txt #have this scenario sooo imagined. like so imagined. #satoru smearing the cake on him. pulling yuuji by the neck towards his belly to lick it off him. megumi watching yuuji bowing so easily #under the other's hand. #megumi having ENOUGH and pulling gojo's legs apart and making his way in between. #satoru's signature smile. megumi pushing his cock inside him and the smile wobbling. megumi motioning yuuji over. #yuuji making his way behind gojo and lifting him up and lining himself. #so imagined im telling u #fushigo #yuugo #悠五

[sukugo]

Kinda want to ask about A because i love how you talk about sukugo but im very curious about C and D

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

SUKUGO. ofc haha. (im so happy to know u like my thoughts thank u!!!! 💖💓) i really don't know what to say about them, i feel i talk about them enough (well, in all honesty, no, i feel i need to talk about them more jhjfdhfd). yeahh i just love them a lot. sukugo has actually been my fave jjk ship since the beginning, but it's kinda funny how it's only now that i got back into jjk that i have really called it my otp. they're such a good ship and i think the fight has deepened their bond in a way that has left me no choice but go even crazier for them. love, LOVE they're in LOVE aside from sukugo, my main jjk ships u could say are tojigo, yuugo, sukuita, nanaita, tho lately ive mostly been gravitating to yuugo and itagofushi. oh! and sukugoyuu literally just allgojo tbh anon. i dont care who it is. im just interested in gojo getting fucked, and i think about everyone doing it. these last few days i was thinking about nobago. rikogojo strikes me every once in a while. allgo. yeah that's the ship i like

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

this.....is hard to say... i dont think there's any 🤔 im a lover of all ships hahah, i really dont tend to have notps. i think the only proper proper notp i had was gru//via (gray/juvia from fairy tail) but that was ages ago and i dont really keep my dislike towards them anymore (my hate was mostly bc i was team gratsu and annoyed by juvia lol) the only ships i can say i have neg feelings towards are probs sen//gen (senku/gen from dr stone) and sato//sugu, which i wouldnt even say i hate or call notps, im just kinda annoyed by them dfjdfdgfd. and well, i wouldnt say i'll never like them. i mean who knows? maybe i might warm up to them (i actually have liked both ships in the past so) (and now that im seeing the question is a ship i've never liked, so they dont even apply). so yeah. the answer is: none fdhfds im cool with anything and everything :D

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

hmmmm in line with the prev question, it's hard to say when i dont tend to dislike ships. i mean there's st//sg but it's not like i particularly wish i liked it, i really dont care jdffhjdss. if i did, it'd mostly be bc it's so popular and it'd be nice if i actually enjoyed seeing it Everywhere (like WHY is my personal instagram full of them. i dont want to See. i wamt SUKUGO)

#f.ask #thank u for the ask!!!! 💖💖💖 #jjk #i feel ive rambled too much hehe #but i think that's good #i haven't been rambling enough lately #to sum up everything: give me any and all ships and i will enjoy them. and if it has gojo getting pounded. then im devouring it. 🫡 #im not much of a hater what can i say hahah