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night routine / yuuji

wc: 989

! i think the title doesn't really fit but i couldn't come up with something else lmao & not proof read, sorreh!

yuuji is currently in the bedroom, changing out of his clothes and into some sweat shorts and no shirt. he's like a heater and he's always hot, especially at night. he never sleeps with a shirt on, not that you have anything against it. you're in the bathroom finishing up your skincare routine when yuuji walks in, a very loud, over dramatic yawn leaving his mouth as he makes his way over to you. he pecks your cheek and starts brushing his teeth next to you. the both of you had a long and exhausting day so you're both very tired now but happy that you can finally go to bed and get some well deserved sleep. “what is that?” he asks, mouth full of toothpaste and spit when he watches you apply some cream to your face. “moisturizer.” “ah. can i have some too?” he asks, continuing to brush his teeth, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you through the mirror. “sure. sit down.” you smile as you finish applying the moisturizer.

when yuuji finishes brushing his teeth he sits down on the toilet and watches you walk over to him and stand between his legs. he places his hands onto your hips under your shirt and softly traces circles into your skin. you grab his face into your hands, making him look up at you. he sends you a tired smile which you return and press a quick kiss to his forehead. you take the tube of moisturizer and squirt some of it onto the back of your hand, then dip your finger into it and apply a dot to yuuji’s forehead, the tip of his nose, each one of his cheeks and his chin. you start to gently rub it all over his face, into his skin. he lets out a small, content sigh and closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft fingertips working the cream into his skin. you already finished applying it but you notice him relaxing into your touch so you decide to keep going and slightly massage his face a little. you move your thumbs up to each of bis temples and gently rub them into his skin, massaging it. he tilts his head back a little, a small smile spreading onto his lips. “feels good?” you ask quietly and he replies with a soft hum and a small nod. “want me to keep going?” he thinks for a second at your question and shakes his head no. “let's go to bed. ‘m tired.” he mutters and leans his head forward to rest his forehead against your stomach. you put the moisturizer away and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him a little closer to you. “you can go lay down. i still need to brush my teeth.” you tell him and he replies with a small grunt. “not without you.” you barely understand him since his cheek is smushed against your stomach, he’s adorable. “i’ll be there in two minutes. i promise.” after kissing his forehead once more, you pull away from him and walk over to the sink and start to brush your teeth.

yuuji pouts, already missing the warmth of your body against his. he gets up from the toilet and walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and leans his cheek against the back of your head. “are you done yet?” he mumbles groggily. “didn't even start yet, baby.” you reply while applying toothpaste to your toothbrush and start brushing. yuuji buries his head into the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with small, soft kisses against your warm skin. you love when he gets clingy like this. he’s always clinging onto you, especially when he’s tired like this and you love every second of it. he never lets go of you and he gets grumpy when you don’t pay attention to him, you think he’s the cutest ever.

“are you sleeping?” you ask him after spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing out your mouth. you noticed he stopped kissing you and moving around and you can't' see his face since he’s hiding it in your neck. “almost.” he mumbles. you let out a small giggle and put the toothbrush away. “i’m done. let’s go to sleep.” and without a word he quickly picks you up bridal style and walks you both into your bedroom. you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him, letting out a small squeal because you did not expect him to pick you up. in your bedroom, yuuji lays you on your side of the bed and quickly lays down next to you, pulling the covers over you and letting out a sigh. “finally. i need cuddles. and sleep, much sleep.” he mutters tiredly, his face already buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist and a leg over your hip. you're completely wrapped up in his comforting warmth and you swear that nothing in this world feels better. you smile against his hair, a hand playing with it and your other hand gently running over his bicep which is draped over your chest. “me too. luckily we can sleep in tomorrow.” you reply and hug him closer. yuuji’s already half asleep, eyes closed and his warm breath hits your neck, goosebumps spreading over your skin. “want us to stay in bed the entire day tomorrow.” he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin. “we’ll do that, bubs.” you can feel him press a kiss to your neck, and nuzzle deeper into you. “perfect. goodnight, i love you s'much.” he mutters and presses a few more kisses onto your skin. you hide your smile in his hair, “sleep well, i love you more.” you reply. two seconds later he's already snoring quietly. you let out a small chuckle and close your eyes, falling asleep in his warm embrace.

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Itadori Yuuji//A puppy in love.

Content warnings// afab!reader (no uses of specific pronouns), fluff!! Yuuji being overly adorable and affectionate, suggestive content (making out, wandering hands), college boyfriend!Yuuji, aged up!Yuuji (23 years old), modern AU, clingy!Yuuji.

Word count//600.

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Itadori Yuuji couldn’t get enough of you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and was always so, so clingy, pouting and whining when you didn’t give him any attention. Even in public, Yuuji needed to touch you, he needed to have skin to skin contact, for him, holding hands was enough, even your arm wrapped around his was enough, he just needed to feel your warmth against his body.

Yuuji could be particularly clingy sometimes, but it didn’t bother you that much, you found it adorable, how cute he was as he looked at you, like a puppy in love, his smile always so bright as he talked to you. Yuuji was your sunshine, your sweet boyfriend and you loved him unconditionally, just as hard as he adored you.

You were both in college when you started going out, Yuuji had a huge crush on you since the beginning, thinking that you were so pretty, and just so perfect he couldn’t even dream of having you for himself. He didn’t dare to talk to you, because each time your eyes met, he would be a babbling mess, blushing and saying utter nonsense. Yuuji was so obvious that you found him even more adorable, and one day, you asked him out on a date after school. He was so happy that he lifted you up and hugged you tight, making you gasp and even blush, your hands hiding your face from embarrassment since his actions got the attention of students around you.

Yuuji was the sweetest boy you got on a date with, and was actually quite the romantic. Yet, he was so nervous that he arrived at the coffee shop where you were supposed to meet one hour in advance. He even bought you flowers, because he didn’t know if he was supposed to give you a gift or not. He was so new at this, you were the first person he had a crush on, or at least the person person he liked that much, and it was his first date too! Since his friend Megumi was as inexperienced as he was, he couldn’t even ask for advice, so he just watched some videos on YouTube about how to make a good impression on the person you like.

It only took mere weeks for you both to start dating, Yuuji being literally head over heels for you, always running out of his class when the bell rang just to meet you in front of your class and walk you to your next one. You had him in the palm of your hand, and he was honesty not even ashamed of it, it was the opposite. He loved that you knew how much he adored you, and even more that everyone around you knew that as well.

But as mentioned earlier, Yuuji is really, really clingy. He loves to hug you, kiss you, and just hold you. Even in public, if he wants you to sit on his lap, he will have you there, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

However, Yuuji liked it more when you were alone, because you didn’t want to kiss him a lot in public, but he loved your kisses so bad that he was all over you once you were in the privacy of your room, kissing you passionately and even grunting softly when you gripped his hair, his hands squeezing your hips and then resting on your ass as you pressed your body against his.

Itadori Yuuji was truly so, so in love with you…

I know he's not your favorite but consider... #73 with Itadori... short reader has a crush on him but is too afraid to confess bc she knows he likes tall girls lol I think this could be super cute

kiss prompt 73: height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

a/n: first time writing for itadori !!! ___

if you had to think about it, you'd had a crush on itadori yuuji since the day you met him.

after getting a call from megumi where he'd begrudgingly asked for your help tracking down a cursed tool that some spooky-loving school club had snatched before he could, you hadn't expected things to take the turn they did.

as soon as you'd run into the pink haired boy, it was like a daze took hold of you. megumi honestly could have believe you'd been poisoned with how you stammered over your words and moved awkwardly. he'd never seen you so out of it when exorcizing curses. you were sloppy, defensive maneuvers delayed, offensive maneuvers... megumi would have gotten the job done better when he was ten, so, let's just leave it at that.

but nothing would have stopped itadori from eating that finger, and, well, we all know what happens from there.

you were surprised with how quickly he adapted to an entire world he'd never known the existence of. he was an avid learner, eager to train, eager to educate himself. he was always asking you questions that megumi found silly having grown up in jujutsu society, but you'd been happy to talk to him for hours about the ins and outs of it all. that was how your friendship began to blossom, you supposed.

it was easy to crush on yuuji. he was kind, handsome, silly, and had a warm energy about him that just drew you to him like a moth to a flame. even with your harbored feelings for him, being around him was easy, and comfortable. you'd only known him a few months, but the way he treated you made you feel like you'd been close friends for years.

however, due to how close you'd gotten, you were well aware that you were not his type. he'd joked a few times about how he liked tall girls like jennifer lawrence, and you didn't exactly meet that standard.

after he'd casually let that information slip, you found yourself comparing the height difference between you two more often. it was no shock that he was taller than you, you could remember the first time you'd met him you'd tilted your head back to stare up at him- your eyes had been blown wide like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. he'd just leapt through a window like it was nothing and fought alongside you like his entire reality hadn't just flipped upside down- but now that he'd made his ideal type clear, you'd frown when it would dawn on you that you were barely even an average height.

you'd stand up a little straighter when you were standing before him, but even still you'd tilt your chin so you could look at him properly. he'd noticed the sour expression on you a few times, but you always brushed it off as something else. it felt sort of childish to tell him that you were upset for not being taller.

it's one afternoon that you're out shopping with the other first years that you finally tell him the truth. not that you'd planned to, of course, you were ready to take this secret to the grave.

but you're wandering around with yuuji, half avoiding nobara who was on a rampage and throwing armfuls of clothes at megumi, and half looking at the display of silly hats. some of them were cute, but most of them were pokemon themed, or beanies with funny saying.

yuuji had excitedly picked up a fluffy pikachu hat, complete with the tall ears, and fluffy yellow flaps that hung down your face, ending in paw shaped pockets that you could stick your hands into. he was grinning as he turned to you to tug the hat over your head. you had half a mind to scold him for ruining what was a good hair day, but you keep it to yourself. he looked too happy to have you model the accessory for him.

and you'd thought it was cute, at first. then you take note of how he has to stoop over to reach your level in order to properly adjust the dorky hat, and you're made aware again of how short you are in comparison to him. of how small in general you are compared to him. his tall stature complete with broad shoulders and biceps that were starting to display how hard he'd been training himself- as appealing as he was to look at, you're frowning due to your own self pity.

and when he's done playing with the droopy ears on top of your head and sees the look on your face, he's frowning, too.

"what's wrong?" he asks, quietly, worriedly, like a good friend. "you don't hate pikachu, do you?"

it makes you laugh, even just a little bit, and yuuji gives you a small smile in relief that his joke worked to ease your sad expression, even just a little bit.

"no, it's not pikachu," you huff, pulling the hat off your head and placing it carefully back on the mannequin. "i'm just short"

his brow furrows, assuming at first that he'd heard you wrong, but when you don't say anything else and give him an awkward shrug, he realizes you're serious.

"so?" he asks, chuckling to himself. "what's so bad about that?"

you avoid his gaze while you pretend to take interest in the other hats on the wall, despite you not being a hat person, which he knows.

"it's pretty dumb" you say, running your fingers over a fluffy sylveon cap that was similar to the pikachu one.

"try me" yuuji smiles at you, leaning into the display to catch your attention again. his smile reaches his eyes, and he seems to genuinely hopeful to ease your foolish concern, that you find yourself giving in.

"promise not to laugh at me?" you mutter.

he raises a hand to his chest, drawing an x over his heart before raising his palms towards you in silent promise. you crack a smile at how serious he's taking this.

you take a deep breath before confessing the thought that's been plaguing your mind for the last few weeks.

"i know you like tall girls," you say, staring straight ahead at the sylveon hat like it had been the object of your desire for our entire life. "and i know i'm not even close to being called tall,"

yuuji blinks a few times, his brows raising as he processes this information.

you were upset because you didn't consider yourself his type? did he understand that right? so this was because... you wanted to be his type?

"well, maybe a fifth grader would think i'm tall," you began to mumble to yourself. "but that doesn't really make me feel better-"

"you think you wouldn't be my type because you're so short?" he cuts off your rambling, and she turns to him with a bewildered expression.

"well you don't have to put it like that," you mumble with a furrowed brow. "kinda makes me feel worse-"

"(y/n), i promised i wouldn't laugh," he cuts you off again, stepping forward to wrap his hands around your shoulders. "but that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard!"

you frown up at him, not comforted at all at his attempts to make you feel better.

"you're really bad at this" you tell him, and he begins to break his promise as a few giggles escape through his toothy grin.

"are you kidding?" he teases. "you're the cutest person i've ever met!" he reaches his hands up to your face, squeezing your cheeks together playfully. "i don't want you to be any taller, i like you just the way you are!"

your face begins to heat up under his touch, and with his hold on you, you have no choice but to stare back at him, only making your blush burn hotter.

"you are my type, even as a tiny lil' tater tot," he says, and despite his laughter, you can tell he's being completely genuine. you can see it in the shine in his eyes as he stares at you. "that doesn't matter. what matters if you're a really awesome fucking person, and a badass"

the knot between your brows begins to relax and your lips curl into a smile at his sweet words.

"you're not just saying that?" you ask quietly, just to be sure he wasn't spewing out bullshit just to make you feel better.

yuuji laughs at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. he doesn't respond, but he doesn't need to say anything else.

instead he leans over you, bending almost dramatically to reach your short stature in order to press his lips against yours. it's a short kiss, but it's sweet, gentle, warm- all things yuuji.

when he pulls away, before he can stand back up properly, you're shooting up to the tips of your toes, your hands flying towards his shoulders for balance as you return his kiss. it's fast, eager, curious- all things you. he can't help but smile against your lips as he drops a hand from your face so he can wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you close.

you both distantly hear a harumph! from a passerby in the shop, having forgotten you were still in public. you pull away with sheepish smiles and pink cheeks.

"you are short though" he tells you point blank.

"i know, yuuji" you huff.

"but i like it" he says proudly, and you turn away so he won't see how your blush is spreading down your neck.

you still notice the significant difference in your height often, but it's mostly due to yuuji pointing it out every time he bends over to kiss you from there on out.

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a/n: i love him sm it's criminal that i haven't written for him :'( xoxo ~ jordie

boyfriend headcanons ; jjk!

megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu / gn reader

; megumi fushiguro -

‣ megumi is an analytical loser at heart

‣ before you guys get together, he’s overthinking and freaking himself out about every little interaction you guys have had. ever.

‣ he carries these worries on with him even into the early stages of your relationship while he’s still unsure of what he’s doing 

‣ megumi frequently worries about whether you really like him or not but because of his obvious emotional constipation he can’t really say or do much to express that 

‣ since you don’t know, and since he’s so good at hiding how he feels, you never really know he’s feeling insecure

‣ but your affection shines through in the little things you do and he falls in love with you all over again !

megumi did nothing but stare as you traced the lines and scars of his palm absentmindedly, paying no attention to the trashy slasher film the two of you were watching.

he observed you gliding your fingers up and down his palm, a ticklish and gentle sensation which made his chest feel tight and warm. he thinks he’d die for moments like these, where you look so content just in his presence, he’d die a million times over just to see you so comfortable.

megumi doesn’t know how long he’s been watching you, but at some point you return his gaze and grin that stupid way only you can manage, a smile that makes face turn rosy and stomach do flips.

“what’re you lookin’ at?” you sidled closer to him on the couch and rested your head on his chest and megumi swore that you were something like an angel in that moment.

he only smiled, though, relaxing into you. “nothing. this movie kinda sucks, though.”

‣ megumi also needs to plan every little detail of every second of every day

Seguir leyendo

☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ [𝟕:𝟑𝟗 𝐩.𝐦.] 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

notes: fluff, ~650 words

yuuji says "i love you" first.

he says it confidently, fierce determination shining in his eyes as he looks at you reverently. it makes you balk, almost, the idea of someone as perfect of him loving you so purely. but the dizziness you feel in your head at his words means that your heart easily overpowers any thoughts you have, so you find yourself leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, earning a delighted hum from him as he links his hand with yours.

your silence doesn't bother him; he understand that those words aren't the easiest to say, especially not when the two of you are living incredibly dangerous lives. the fact that you've chosen to be with him is more than enough in his eyes, even if you feel differently.

you think that yuuji deserves the world, and you're not the only one. there's a kindness in his heart that makes yours ache, and you don't think the world actually deserves him. you idly wonder if you're even worthy of repeating those three words back to him.

but then he looks at you, eyes sparkling excitedly as he holds out a pretty flower he picked off of the sidewalk, and all your worries disappear. itadori yuuji is not a fickle person, that's something he has proven time and time again from the moment he was brought to tokyo jujutsu high.

and his loyalties lie with you, the very person who has stood by his side throughout everything that's happened since his grandfather's death.

you don't think that there are actually enough words in the world to describe itadori yuuji, or to describe the way you feel about him. he is brash and bold, leaving his mark on the world wherever he goes regardless of whether or not he's aware of that fact. he's left his mark on you as well, and you silently wonder what would happen to you if you were to ever end up in a world in which yuuji ceases to exist.

(you don't wonder what would happen if he falls out of love with you. that's impossible, he's told you that himself. and you find yourself believing him with every fiber of your being, especially when he looks at you with a stare so serious that you almost think he's been replaced by someone else.)

so you sit and watch him, smiling when his eyes light up with interest as he points out a new manga that he mentions he's been meaning to read. he's so terribly beautiful that it almost makes your heart hurt, and you realize that maybe it isn't as hard as you think to profess your love in return to the boy who seems to be sunshine incarnate.

"yuuji?" you call out softly.

"yeah?" he replies, whirling around to give you his undivided attention.

you're momentarily caught off guard by the way his hair shifts as he moves, the soft pink strands reflecting in the sunlight as he approaches you. there's a shine in his eyes that makes you grin at him, and you find yourself wondering just how far you would go to keep that same expression on his face for as long as you can. confusion floods his face when you remain silent, and you nearly swoon when he grabs your hand and pulls you in, tilting his head in a silent question as he wraps you up in a loose hug.

there's a brief pause as yuuji holds you and allows you to gather your thoughts, and your smile only widens in relief when you realize that there is no fear swirling around in your head about all the uncertainties you're certain that you'll face in the future.

and when you finally open your mouth and say those three words in return, you think that the brightness of his smile rivals that of the sun.

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

cw: hurt/comfort. yeah, that episode upset me, too.

he cries in your chest sometimes -

in the dead of night, curled up close to your bosom, and you wrap your arms around him knowingly, even if you are still besotted by sleep. you're not always sure if he's awake when he does it; when he reaches out to find the comfort of your warm body and snuggles in close, letting regret seep through his eyes and his mouth.

but the weight of his pain is no less either way. you let him weep and tremble and his fingers grip at the fabric of your clothing, bidding you to not let him go. ever.

"you didn't do it," you whisper sometimes softly to him, stroking his hair. it helps, marginally, but for him, being just the tool, the means of destruction, does not absolve him from responsibility, not when his purpose was to suppress that very evil.

"it wasn't you, yuuji."

he chokes on tears, staining you clothes and bedsheets and you shed tears for him too, your love that loves so much and so deeply, the scar on his heart still new despite nearly the decade that's passed. you can't reach him there, but you can hold him together until the pain lessens.

you love him because he still feels that grief sometimes, even for strangers, you love him for that forever soft, caring heart.

𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬 *+:｡.｡

summary. summer romances with jjk men. | wc. 2.5k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, age gap, possessive behavior, dark-lite (toji’s is a little dark), aged-up character, shy!reader, manipulation, obsessive behavior, pet names (ex. baby, sweetheart), friends to lovers, fwb, sharing (but is it really if gojo wants you to himself???), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. geto, toji, yuuji, gojo & sukuna

an. just a lil something old today, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢 ༊*·˚

It’s an odd request. Geto says it doesn’t mean anything—don’t worry, friends do this all the time—and you’re tempted to point out that you’re not exactly friends, or perhaps you’re not entirely in tune with the ins and outs of being a roommate.

You think you agree because, after three months of living together, he’s comfortable and familiar, and you admit that it’s kind of nice after a long day of work. Just to be held for a while. 

It’s just cuddling—that’s what he told you.

The shift happens when you get up one night to use the bathroom and come back to find him lazily blinking himself awake. He doesn’t say anything when you crawl under the covers—not until you settle into a spot that’s apparently too far away for his liking. 

“C’mere,” he mumbles sleepily, looping one long arm around your waist and dragging you across the sheets with too much energy for someone who’d just woken up.

He rearranges your body easily, bringing one of your thighs over his hip and pressing one of his up between your own. Then he pushes up your shirt—something you notice he’s been steadily testing recently, seeing what you’ll let him get away with—until you’re exposed to the warm summer air blowing in from his open window. Except, unlike the times before, you’re not wearing a bra.

It’s probably a good thing that he can’t see your face where he has his buried against your chest. If he did, he’d tease you about the surprise and bewilderment bleeding onto your features like ink to paper.

You squeak when he presses a kiss between your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. When your hips shift against his thigh, you tell yourself it’s only to get comfortable, anything to keep from getting ahead of yourself.

This doesn’t mean anything. It’s just cuddling. Just—

Geto makes a sleepy noise, his mouth popping off with a wet sound, filthy and depraved. “You like this?”

You swallow hard enough that your throat clicks. “No.”

“Liar,” he mumbles, and you don’t even notice him squeezing his hand between your bodies, not until a knuckle presses against where there’s an embarrassing wet patch on your underwear, his fingertips searching for—

"W-wait! That's my—"

"Clit?" His chuckle is a hushed little thing that makes your cheeks warm. “You’re really wet for someone who’s not turned on.”

“I’m not,” you whimper, every ounce of conviction washed away from one exploratory pass of a finger.

“I’m just making it better, okay?”

Geto hooks his finger into the gusset of your underwear, pulling them away from your pussy, and moving his thigh so you’re skin on skin. You preen, wiggling your hips, trying to spread your legs a little wider, anything to get closer.

“There you go,” he says with a mouthful of your breast, content, his eyes still softly shut.

In the end, you try not to think about it too much and eventually cum against his thigh with a high-pitched gasp, leaving you limp and sleepy. You don’t dare look down at him because you know if you do, you’ll find the smirk that you feel curling his lips in triumph as if he’s just proved a point. 

Instead, you close your eyes and decide to save that problem for another day.

𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 ༊*·˚

Fresh-eyed with a shiny degree hanging above your desk in your cheap shoe-box apartment, those first few weeks of summer in a new place slowly bleeds together.

They're the same. They’re distinct. 

It’s a whirlwind of party dresses, cotton sheets covered in cherry-red lipstick stains, and long drives looking up at the city lights with the windows down on the weekends as you speed down Main. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud surrounded by iridescent signs one moment and gunmetal skies the next, almost similar to how things change in fast movies.

There’s only that tiny break on Sundays when you’re drinking your coffee and solving a crossword in the morning paper, softly humming to a song on the radio, before it starts all over again.

For a while, it’s nice until it’s suddenly different, and you find yourself thinking about home again.

If there’s one thing you miss about living in a smaller town, surrounded by people you know and cozy little shops, it’d be how easy it was to point out the red flags when it came to new people. In the city—something you’re destined to find out—the signs are slightly more murky, like looking through a fogged-up lens.

It’s on a night when you’ve had one too many martinis and laughing with your friend when you look over and notice him sitting by himself in the corner of the little dive bar. His gaze, dark from the low light of the room, is already on you, and you wonder how you haven’t spotted him sooner.

He’s tall and handsome, almost in a way that feels off-limits—much older than the guys you usually go for—with a crisp, black button-down stretching over broad shoulders.

You give him a shy smile over your shoulder. He raises an eyebrow and gestures you over with a flick of his fingers.

That’s all it takes to get wrapped up in a sticky thread of red.

He’s intense in all aspects of the word. The first time he fucks you, you whine about how big his cock is, that it’s not going to fit, and his hips shutter against yours. 

“Such a filthy word in that sweet, pretty mouth,” he murmurs. “But look at you taking it, anyway.”

Then he notches a thumb in your ass—a place nobody has dared to touch before—and makes you cum so hard your legs shake.

He’ll hold your hand in his when you cross the street and buys you pretty things like soft leather bags and decorates your neck with sparkling gems, his favorite being the one with a gold cursive ‘T’ dangling from a dainty chain. Loves to have you on your back while you wear it, thrusting into you hard and fast, watching with bottomless eyes as it sinks and moves against your neck.

You never ask how he affords such expensive things, from his shiny sports car to his array of thick silver watches, because you don’t think it’s your place to know when this feels very temporary. A summer fling meant to melt away. 

That’s how it was always supposed to be.

But then you start noticing things: the bruises on his knuckles, the one room in his house you’re not allowed in—it’s just my hobby stuff, baby; don’t worry about it—how he gets cagey anytime a guy looks at you, even if it’s incidentally.

It’d be easy to pretend that you don’t notice if only you hadn’t seen him threaten a waiter after he smiled at you.

Exactly how things shouldn’t be.

That weekend, you go out with your friends, dance with a few guys, and go home feeling a little shaky in your heels. You flip on the kitchen light and squeak when you find Toji sitting on your couch, his mouth set into a hard line.

Your lip trembles. “How did you—”

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?”

You’re unsure how to answer, so you don’t.

It’s different that night when he has your legs pressed all the way up beside your ears, his hand wrapped around your throat in place of the necklace on your dresser, wrenching an orgasm out of you that makes your abs hurt and sends black spots through your vision.

"I'll tell you what's—ah shit, clench up again for me—going to happen. I'm going to fuck you nice and full, tuck you into bed with my cum leaking out of this cute little cunt, and you're not going to talk to other boys again. Y'got that?"

𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗝𝗜 ༊*·˚

Mom tells you he's been helping them around the house while you’ve been away for school, a nice boy whose parents bought the house across the street. 

Despite her forewarning about the stranger working in the yard, the first time you meet him, you’re unloading your car with boxes you brought from your dorm and nearly drop your things in surprise when he comes walking from the back of the house in nothing but sneakers, shorts, and a baseball cap.

“Sorry.” He wipes sweat off his forehead with the discarded shirt in his hand. “Didn’t think anyone was home.”

“All good.” You clear your throat, shrugging.

The crooked grin he gives you, a dimple on his left cheek, makes your heart speed up.

Pretty.

You start to notice how he’s there every other day: tending to Mom’s tedious rose garden, cleaning the gutters, trimming the hedges by the pool, and helping Dad fix the shingles on the roof. You’ve only talked to him a handful of times since that first day, once to bring him the lemonade Mom made, then while sitting in one of the pool chairs and putting sunscreen on.

It no longer catches you off guard to find him around the house; what he says next does.

“Want help with that?”

You swallow. “What?”

He tilts his head, shielding his face from the sun. “You missed a spot on your back.”

You don’t even bother thinking about if he’s telling the truth before you nod your head and turn around for him. “Oh…um, sure.”

It’s a bit silly of you to believe that’s how it’d play out: him making an innocent offer and going back to weeding the garden. You’re only happy your parents are at work; otherwise, they’d see the nice boy who fixes up their house, folding you in half in one of their too-expensive chairs.

“That feel good, huh?” He groans, roughly bouncing you in his lap like he’s using you for his pleasure, his ball cap falling off his head so he can mouth at your neck. “Shit. You’re so warm and tight inside.”

A whimper slips past your spit-slick lips, hair in utter disarray, swimsuit rumpled and peeled aside, looking utterly debauched. You watch how he can’t seem to decide where to look. His eyes flit from your mouth, and breasts, and where his cock sinks into your cunt, and when you slip a hand between your thighs to rub your clit, his jaw falls open.

It only takes a few strokes for you to sob, your entire body trembling.

“Are you cumming? Oh fuck, you’re so pretty. I can’t believe I made you cum—”

Afterward, when he pulls out and sees how puffy your pussy is, he looks like a sad puppy and crawls down the chair to kiss it better. He licks you clean, and you find yourself cumming against his tongue, this one a little less intense but has your fingers fisting into his hair anyway.

And much later, after he leaves, you realize as you lay there—his cum steadily dripping out of you onto the plastic seat of the pool chair—you still don't know his name.

𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 & 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 ༊*·˚

He’s attending one of your father’s summer company parties when he sees you in person for the first time.

The glossy photo perched on the edge of your father’s desk in his office doesn’t do you justice.

You walk onto the deck, sundress swaying around your knees, smiling with your whole mouth when a guy covered in tattoos wraps an arm around your shoulders. Gojo watches him squeeze your cheeks together and kiss you in a way that shouldn’t be allowed, with your parents mingling close by—how you look up at him with visible adoration on your face.

He finds himself thinking about it later when he’s in his big empty house with nothing but the soft humming of his air conditioner and a list of work emails for nightly company. 

Standing in the middle of his entryway, he wonders what it’d be like to have your bright smile and pastel dresses welcome him home, the smell of your sweet shampoo filling his house.

So when your dad calls a few weeks later to ask if you can crash at his place until you’re steady on your feet—it’s a new city; she just needs time to settle—he cleans out one of his spare bedrooms that night without thinking twice about it. 

He tells himself he’s doing the right thing, and it’s not about fulfilling some fantasy of his. But when he comes home after a long day of work and finds you making dinner in the kitchen in one of your many lace-trimmed dresses, something stirs in his chest. 

It’s imprinted on the back of his eyelids. Clear as day when he’s in the shower later and strokes his cock to the image of your breasts straining against thin floral fabrics and the curve of your ass barely peeking out from under the hem of the skirt after you put some food into the oven.

There’s still the issue about your boyfriend.

"I don't like how the old fuck stares at you," Gojo hears him—Sukuna—tell you one night over speakerphone.

“He’s not old,” you argue. “He’s nice, and I like him.”

It’s an ugly thing that rears its head in him and has him thinking, plotting, of tangible ways he can have you all to himself.

It happens in a way that he doesn’t expect, but he thinks it makes it all the better; how your boyfriend gets so easily worked up about a few things Gojo says:

“She’s never going to cum like that.”

Sukuna scoffs, his fingers still trapped against your clit. “You think you can do better, old man?”

Gojo ignores him and pats his thigh. "C'mere, sweetheart."

You bite your lip and look at Sukuna hesitantly, who pulls you into a kiss meant to show possession before letting you slide off him, and you crawl across the couch to perch yourself in Gojo’s lap. He’s still wearing his tie from work, and you stare at it for a second until he cups your cheek to tilt your chin up, thumb pressing into the middle of your lips until it slips in and strokes along your tongue, giving you something to focus on.

“Listen, if I make you cum, I get to fuck you however I want,” he says, holding your chin to keep you from glancing at your boyfriend again. He can treat you better, make you cry on his fingers, his mouth, his cock—however you want it. He’s sure of it.

You try to speak around his thumb. “But I want—I want—,” vowels and consonants trailing into nothing.

He laughs. “Baby, how can you want something that you can’t even ask for, hm?”

And he thinks—ah, but you’ll figure it out, his wants, his desires, where you’ll fit in his life—just as your boyfriend starts stroking himself to the sound of your moans by another man’s doing.

.distance - yuuji itadori

.pairings itadori yuuji x gn!reader, fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

.genre timeskip, no curses!au, established relationship,

.ongoing | completed

.tw cursing, toxic relationship, implications of infidelity

.wc; 1.41k

SUMMARY

You held each other's hands but not each other's heart, maybe it was the fact that the two of you loved another was what brought you apart. But alas, denial would always get the best of you.

You notice. The stark difference in how he treated you compared to the rest, how detached he presented himself around you; how his hand was always looser than yours when intertwined, the petty spats you would get yourselves into, or how he never bothered to correct himself every time you went to get coffee together. You were incompatible. He noticed too. How you stared at him like you were imagining someone else, how much you overcompensated your feelings for him just to prove that you were in love with him. How you came home with drinks he despised, or when you slept beside him and kept the fan on, despite his vulnerability to the cold. Agitated with the fact that you two never knew the little things, would be your downfall.

Sundays were bothersome, for the both of you. It was a day off, so you were stuck together within the next twenty four hours or so. Although your shared apartment was of a bijou and congenial atmosphere, the distance between you two was far from close, hearts apart and eyes elsewhere. Exchanges of greetings were awkward, no matter the atmosphere. His outgoing personality and your bubbly demeanour seemed to evanesce in the presence of each other, muted your mouths grew to be.

Fingers tapping against keys, or scrolling against the glass of a screen occupied your state, as he would sit beside you at a safe distance, legs spread, and arms widened out behind him, one holding the remote control as the other itched the back of his head every now and then. Time progressed slowly, and every breath the each of you took, the louder the other sighed, tired of one another's existence.

No one bothered to say anything though. Otherwise, how would you be able to see him?

Oh, how you craved for the touch of another, and begged for a day a million miles away from Yuuji, the man you considered your captor. Nobody asked you to stay, you weren't placed at gunpoint, for all of this was out of your volition; it was routine, you'd been with him for so long. An abrupt change would feel so foreign, and you'd hate to have to adjust. Hence, your relationship with him.

Neither of you compromised, simply because you weren't worth the change. Every nag you'd repeat, he'd refused to acknowledge, every whine he concurred, you'd never concede. Even over the littlest things, even if you wanted a black coffee because you would feel sick afterwards if you drank a latte, even if he wanted the regular aloe vera drink when you purchased the strawberry.

You couldn't change for Yuuji, not when he wasn't enough for you, and he couldn't change for you, not when he could barely give you the time of the day. Yet the outdoors brought another person within the two of you. A couple, content with themselves and each other, two souls bound by their hearts, a pair of minds connected because of their overwhelming emotions. You could put on an act, an alternate universe where yuuji had become your world that you'd expected him to be when you were alone, in hopes that he would notice.

He too, knew of your true intentions, how your eyes lingered upon his friend a little too long, how you slipped out of his grasp when they came to visit. Or how you muffle your voice when you take a phone call in your bathroom, leaving him to his own devices. but he couldn't let go of you either, not when your company was so attuned to his schedule, you fit in anywhere. If he didn't have time for you, neither did you. If he couldn't give you a quick phone call to remind that he was coming home late, you wouldn't bother to call back. He enjoyed the attendance of another human in his home, he enjoyed the idea of a relationship, but he didn't enjoy you, ergo the distance he kept between you two.

One would assume it was out of urbanity, or consideration, but it was the fact that he felt uncomfortable with your fingertips against the curve of his skin; discombobulation seemed to enhance in his nerve system every time you took a step too close. He disliked the way you would even open a pack of shrimp chips, the method you used to crinkle the bag together before pulling it apart by the top, disturbing his comfortable silence. He kept his distance for his own good, not yours.

You respected the fact that he kept his distance, rather, you were relieved. It was tiring enough having to hold his hand tighter than he did in public, so to create the illusion that you were still in love. But it was in your sleep when you would give in. You couldn't resist the urge to wrap your arms around his bare waist as he slept, and how you nuzzled your head in your chest as he pulled you closer, entangling your limbs in a proximity where you could be mistaken for lovers. It seemed the night intoxicated you both, and placed you under the illusion that everything was okay, and the space was never there in the first place. Although, the possibility of you and Yuuji thinking of another person in your arms at night was not unlikely and it was more than not.

But you woke up apart. Opposite sides of the bed, where the middle was kept for the ghost of your love. Yet he was there to say good morning and still get you the latte that you detested, with the shit eating grin stretched upon that face you woke up to every day. The greetings were short, and he would leave within the next hour. it was monday, so there was work.

"Megumi and Nobara invited us over today. Do you want to come?" A gentle sigh emits from him, as he struggles to puts his tie on, loosening it in the mirror to re-do it.

"I got it," you walk over to him to fix the mess he's made of himself before saying, "what time are we seeing them?"

"After work, I'll pick you up." He thanks you, and you pat down the rest of his attire, making sure he doesn't look like a total jumble of clothes thrown onto a human blob.

You nod, an indication that he was to pick you up later in the evening, and leave your shared room to prepare yourself for the long day ahead. A heavy exhale emanates and you trudge down the hallway towards the coffee maker, mindlessly getting a mug out of the cupboard before dropping it from the shelf onto the marbled floor.

"Fuck," you sigh once again, ignoring the man who came rushing into the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?" He stops your wrists from picking up any more glass to prevent further injury.

"Yeah it's fine, just go to work I'll see you later-"

"At least get this treated." He says softly, almost pissing you off.

Who was he to act all sweet today? What was up with the act and why was your chest feeling heavier and heavier within each word he spoke? His sudden kindness was a burden and you were the only one who had to carry it all.

"Just leave me alone, go to work damn it." You wince as he tries taking a step closer, realising his boundaries when you tear up at the sight of him coming too close. Wasn't he the one who would pull away when you used to kiss him?

The way he'd retract suddenly when you tried as little as holding his hands, or how his body would flinch slightly when you'd walk up behind him for a hug. It was a humiliating experience the first few times it had occurred, but as time went on you no longer bothered to shower him with the affection you felt for him tenderly.

The clenching sensation in your chest doesn't shoo itself away, but it increases as you hear him leave the walls of your home and it's not until then you begin to burst into a fit of tears. The glass that had pierced through your skin was incomparable to the agony you currently felt with the way Yuuji was acting. because there was nothing more ruminating than his sudden switch in behaviour, but you knew that this façade would disappear into thin air, taking the caring boyfriend you had craved for long ago with it.

Nevertheless, he gave you a sense of routine, like nothing was going to change and you enjoyed that. You enjoyed the fact that you knew what was going to happen today, tomorrow and for the rest of your days; because the both of you knew very well that neither one or the other would ever bring up the distance that grew between the two of you.

And it was nice. Maybe.

a/n: yeah so they're just stuck together :/ on a different note, im sorry for the inactivity and i hope u guys are doing well, ur all beautiful and ily mwah xo

[CHAPTER UPDATE]

Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

This is a yandere story, so don't read it if that makes you uncomfortable!

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༻story updated: september 7th, 2024༺

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Death Becomes Her

reaper!Yuuji Itadori x reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.7K

Warnings: mirror sex, praise, some violent talk, talk of murder and torture, a lil body horror? (injuries are mentioned), a lot of talk about life and death, morbid, idk fam bam this shit is actually extremely soft ok?

a/n: Hello Hi. Are you ready to witness how I singlehandedly made myself fall in love with one Yuuji Itadori? Here's the thing, if there was ever a man that existed to make sure you knew that you weren't as bad a person as you thought while singlehandedly reminding you of how beautiful of a person you are and making sure your last day on Earth was the best you ever had, It's Yuuji Itadori. With that being said, I hope yall enjoy this. Yeet.

Tagging: @cyancherub @galair @boonseren-burner

The last thing you remember seeing before the car plowed into you and sucked the life from your lungs, was a young man with pink hair skulking in the shadows as you strolled down the street. You luckily hadn’t felt or at least remembered the pain and as you now stand looking over your own mangled body, listening to the screams and cries of the mortified people in the streets, you’re strangely calm.

You probably should’ve been paying attention, but it’s typical of you not to. Your mind was on other things. Vicious things. Daydreams of blood and murder and revenge.

The pink haired man strolls casually to stand next to you, hands stuffed in his pocket and seemingly unbothered by the state of your broken carcass. You raise an eyebrow curiously as you stare at him.

“Seen a lot of bloody broken carcasses, huh buddy?” you say nonchalantly, turning your eyes back to your body.

You only say it to yourself, drawing the conclusion that of course he won’t be able to hear you, but you’re shocked when he shrugs and says “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”

You blink in astonishment. You’re also slightly offended. Worse? Worse than your broken neck and your legs turned at opposite 90 degree angles than they’re supposed to fold? You huff and squint at him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ you ask, putting a hand on your incorporeal hip.

He gives you a side eye, a tiny playful smirk twisting his lips and he winks.

“At least you’re still in one piece,” he replies.

You roll your eyes and continue staring at your body as hands check your pulse and men shout to others to call an ambulance. If you were actually bothered by the fact that you’re dead and looking at your corpse right now, you would’ve asked how this guy can see you or even speak to you, but it doesn’t matter. You’re dead. His explanation won’t bring you back to life, might as well not waste your breath, or lack thereof.

“So, ya ready to go?” he asks, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You gaze at him again, really take in his features this time. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He’s got pink hair and an undercut. He sort of reminds you of a puppy; young, excitable, willing to do anything to get the pussy. There’s something that attracts you to him, like a warm light beaming inside him that makes you feel safe.

But “safe” isn’t what you’re looking for.

You scoff sassily. “Sorry I think I'll be off the dating scene for a little while now. Like, forever it looks like,” you say gesturing to your dead body.

“What?” he asks incredulously, ripping his hands from his pocket and turning to look at you. His mouth drops into a confused “o” and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. “You think I…I’m asking you out?”

“Why else would you be here?”

He continues looking at you like you’ve lost it. “To reap you!” he replies frantically.

You cock a hip, raise a sassy eyebrow, and blink slowly up at him. No shit. You’re not an idiot. Of course he’s here to reap you or whatever.

“What’s your name?’ you ask him and he stiffens and then bows and apologies.

“Sorry! I guess that was rude of me! I’m Yuuji Itadori and I’m here to help you cross over,” he explains.

You smile and tell him your name, reaching out to try and shake his hand. He doesn’t take it, but he nods and replies, “Yeah I know your name.”

“You were watching me before the car hit me,” you say simply and he nods. “You knew I would die.” He nods again, this time, solemnly.

“I woulda saved you if I could but we’re not supposed to interfere. They say it’ll be worse for the soul if we do,” he says, not meeting your eye.

It's a shame. He looks genuinely upset at your death and you believe when he says he would’ve prevented it if he could. You get the feeling he’s tried before and been punished for doing so. It’s an unfortunate situation, especially considering what you’re about to do. You’d hate for someone as nice as him to get in trouble by his grim reaper bosses.

You smile at him, flashing a big bright smile with squinty eyes and deep dimples. He’s taken aback, and you know it. Your smile has always been your most powerful weapon.

“Well thanks for being so kind and honest,” you say, stepping closer to your body. He smiles back, one that matches yours.

“No problem!” he replies.

You bend down toward your body with a wistful smile. “I suppose I'm really going to miss living,” you say sadly. You hear Yuuji sigh sadly behind you.

“I getcha. But death’s only the beginning,” he chirps in a proud voice.

The men checking your body look up at the gathering crowd and sadly pronounce you dead. Some woman you don’t even know starts crying, a guy takes off his jacket and covers your bloodied face, and you hear the sirens of the ambulances rushing to the scene down the street.

You reach a shimmering hand out to stroke your stiff body’s hair and sigh. Yuuji clears his throat but gives you time to accept your new fate. There was so much you were meant to do. You had so many plans, and in mere seconds, they’re all ruined. You squeeze your eyes shut, flashes of your plan speeding through your imagination.

Suddenly you open your eyes, slump your ghostly shoulders and whisper without looking at Yuuji behind you.

“Hey Yuuji?” you ask.

“Yeah, you ok?” he says with concern lingering in his voice. It’s so genuine that it gives you pause, makes you rethink everything but you shake the hesitation from your mind.

“Yeah I’m ok. I just…” you stumble over your words, bite your lip as you continue staring intensely at your dead body. “I’m really sorry about this,” you say finally.

You dive toward your dead body, melding with it right as you hear Yuuji scream “No! Don’t!” and then there’s nothing but deathly silence.

You used to think there was nothing more painful than having your entire family murdered and being shipped away to a tiny ,strict, poor orphanage on the outskirts of the city. Poor and forgotten, like every child under those nuns' care.

Dying and then forcing your soul back into its mangled corpse after being plowed down by a car however, definitely takes the cake. The pain you don’t remember feeling when the car first hit you, is now swallowing you in white hot torment. Everything hurts. Even your eyes hurt.

You’re unaware of your surroundings but there are so many sounds tumbling around inside your head. Sirens? People screaming? Slow pronounced words flowing in the darkness behind your lids. What’s going on?

“Excuse me miss, can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”

It’s a woman’s voice, firm yet sweet and concerned. You want to do what she says, but your body won’t cooperate. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea at all. How do you expect to get your revenge if you can’t move your fucking hands?

What did you do!?

Another voice in the dark, but this one sounds familiar. It sticks with you, strangely. While the other voices buzz around this one stays clear in your head.

Yes I’m like family! I wanna ride with her!

It’s fuzzy and trying to focus on the voice makes your headache worse so you let go and sink into the darkness. It seems to stretch on for miles and millennia inside your mind. You float there helplessly, replaying the events leading up to your death over and over in your mind.

You’d finally found him. The man responsible for your mother and sister’s death. Five years of planning the way you’d sneak into his home, the way he snuck into yours. Five years of planning the way you’d linger in the shadows and feast on his fear and paranoia. Five years of planning the way you’d make him suffer and beg you for death after you peeled the skin from his bones.

It plays like a film reel across the dark canvas inside your head. The world around you fades away, the woman’s voice a distant memory until there’s nothing else you can see. The fantasy is like shoveling coal in a burning furnace, sustaining your life, too stubborn to move on to the afterlife.

Now that you think about it, that reaper’s face pops into your mind now. He looks solemn and worried, but not worried for himself. You wanna speak to him, apologize again for tricking him and making his job more difficult than it already is. You wonder if you can make it up to him. What would he want?

If he was like every other man in the world, a blowie. But he didn’t seem that way. You remember his warmth, his light and the way his presence made you feel safe and loved.

You suppose you wouldn’t mind giving him a blowie, he was handsome. Muscular arms, big broad chest, kind warm eyes. If circumstances were different he’d be good for you. A long term boyfriend. One you met in high school, started dating, high school sweethearts into college, you break up once but realize you’re meant for each other and find each other again. You know, the real mushy stuff. Your mom would probably love him…

Your mom.

The thought pulls you out of your little fantasy. You’re anything but normal and there’s no way you deserve the sweet domestic life that guy would be able to give you. Not after you’ve dreamed up the horrific visceral images of someone’s torture. You need to stay focused.

You’re not sure how much time passes before you’re finally crawling out of the darkness toward a warm light and a muffled voice in your ears. When you do finally open your eyes, all you see is white. There’s no distinguishing characteristic in the room for you to focus on and it makes your head throb. You don’t know where you are, there's still the muffled voice in your ears, a constant beeping. It smells weirdly clean, no not clean, sterile.

It hits you then, you’re in a hospital. You gaze down at your body, wrapped in hard casts. There’s a mask over your face administering oxygen and you yank it off and take your first breath of fresh air. Scanning the tiny hospital room, your eyes fall on a dark figure leaning against the wall while sitting in a chair.

Pink hair, long lashes, a bit of drool slipping down the side of his mouth as he lounges with his chin propped up on his chin and breathes deeply. It’s that guy, the reaper. Did he follow you to the hospital? Does he intend to kill you? If so, what is he waiting for?

“He’s been here since you were brought in. Said he was a good friend of yours?” She sounds suspicious but you don’t stop staring at him.

Yes I’m like family! I wanna ride with her!

So it was him you heard. Desperate, for some reason, not to cause anymore trouble for him, you speak. “Y...yeah. He’s a close friend of mine. I don’t have any family alive anymore so he’s about as close as it comes to family,” you lie smoothly.

So smoothly it’s almost like it’s the truth. You continue watching him and you’re not sure why your heart is beating faster. The heart monitor next to you increases its steady beat and the nurse catches it. She stares at you, the way your eyes stay glued to him, the way your pupils widen and your fingers fist into the starchy hard sheets on your hospital bed and then she smiles.

“Why don’t I get him a blanket and a pillow? The doctor will be in soon to check on you,” she says, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. You tear your eyes away from him to stare up at her.

“Yeah, please,” you reply. She gives you a quick nod and your lips pull into a tiny smile. “Oh, one more thing!” you say raising your voice to catch her before she leaves the room. She gives you a look and gestures for you to go on. “You said he’s been here since I was brought in. How long ago was that? How long have I been here?”

She gives you a pitiful look. “You’ve been in our care for two months. And uh…” she hesitates and you can see the way she struggles over her words. Again your heart squeezes in your chest, but you take a deep breath and nod for her to continue.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to move anything from the waist down,” she reports.

You knew it would be bad, but hearing it come from the nurse still makes your blood run cold and your heart drop. You swallow the tears that threaten to burst from your chest and look up at her. She’s very pretty, has a very kind face and she almost has this motherly air about her that makes you even more emotional when you think about it.

“I’m so sorry,” she replies when she hears the stuttering breath you intake.

Your eyes grow wide and you’re shaking your head at her. “No please. I should be the one apologizing. You must have to work extra hard to take care of me. I’m sorry for that,” you say kindly.

The nurse looks flabbergasted. “You don’t have to apologize to me. It’s my job honey!”

“Oh… right,” you mutter as you look away from her with an embarrassed smile. Your eyes immediately fall to the man in the corner of your room again, and the nurse gets the hint.

“Why don’t I go grab that blanket for him and give the two of you a moment alone. If you need anything, just press the ‘call nurse’ button. I’ll send the doctor in a few. He’ll want to do a full check over you now that you’re awake.” She reaches down to grasp your hand and squeeze it before she leaves the room and shuts the door softly.

As soon as the door closes, you let the tears run down your face. Loud hiccups and cries fill the room, you’re lucky you have it to yourself, well except for…

“You’re finally awake. Took you long enough.”

Light brown eyes—you swear they remind you of a Labrador you used to play with when you were younger—are burning into yours. He’s leaning over you, so close to your face his nose is inches from yours. He does not look happy with you and that thought kind of makes you want to cry more.

It stupid to be self conscious about the heat pooling in your cheeks or the way your eyes are red and puffy from crying, the way snot is probably pouring down your nose and for goodness sake, your hair probably a tangled mess. You clear your throat then try to push his face away weakly.

“Haven’t you ever heard of personal space dude?” you say sniffling and craning your neck away from him.

He pouts, pursing his lips and knitting his brows together. “The last time I gave you personal space you hopped back into your dead body like a baby kangaroo into it’s mama’s pouch!” He huffs in frustration and you can’t help but snicker.

“A baby kangaroo? Mama? That’s cute,” you tease. He can tell you’re trying to lighten the mood and you get the feeling under different circumstances, he’d buy into it.

“I’m not joking around. You could’ve done a lot of damage. I already had to quickly heal your neck so doctors wouldn’t be suspicious or wonder how—hey why are you crying again?”

His words make the sobs wrack your body fiercely. This is all your fault. All you’ve done is cause trouble since this debacle, and for what? You won’t even be able to get revenge or anything anymore. So what’s the point anymore?

“Look, I'm sorry. I really am. You were like, the last person I wanted to cause trouble for,” you say through sniffles and sobs.

“Then why’d you do it?” Yuuji asks without missing a beat. He doesn’t soften his tone or try to coddle you, and you suppose that’s fair.

“I had to,” you insist.

“No. You had to cross over. Your time is up. You’re living on time that isn’t yours. Who knows what balance in the world you’re wrecking.”

You feel like a kid being scolded by an adult. You wanna pout and stomp your foot, poke out your tongue at him and cross your arms over your chest but that seems silly, especially considering again this is all your fault.

You take a deep breath. “I get that. And I’m sorry but…”

“But what?”

For some reason, you can’t say it. You can’t tell him about the burning need for revenge nestled in your gut. The thought of saying such violent things to someone… someone like him feels wrong. So you swallow the lump in your throat and try to change the subject.

“Why won’t you just take my soul or whatever? Why go through all the trouble of healing me and waiting two months for me to wake up when you could’ve easily just—”

“I wanted to ask you why.”

That’s strange. Why would he wait all this time to ask you a question instead of just doing his job?

“You waited two months, and came here every day for two months, just to ask me why I went back into my own body?” you inquire, squinting your eyes with suspicion.

“No.”

“No?”

“I didn’t come back every day. I just stayed.” He says it simply, like it’s obvious.

That makes your heart do flips in your chest and your stomach feels weird. He stayed with you, waiting for you to wake up. He watched you sleep and stayed here every day just to get an answer from you. The least you can do is tell him. Not like it’ll matter in the long run.

“My family was murdered by a man who’s walking free right now. I was hiding under a bed while my mother was screaming and my sister was motioning to me to stay quiet and not to look. He took everything from me that day and he walked free. And I was left alone in the world with people who didn’t give a damn about me. Do you know how that feels?” your voice wavers while you speak but you manage not to cry through it. It’s the first time you ever spoke about the incident aloud and surprisingly, you feel a bit lighter.

Yuuji stares at you for a long moment. You can see him thinking as he nibbles on the inside of his cheek. Then he shrugs and replies, “Nah I guess I don’t.”

“Exactly.”

He plops down on the bed next to you and it squeaks loudly. There’s something so casual about the way he acts and speaks to you. Almost like you are longtime friends. You don’t mind it, it makes you feel comfortable. “So what, you planned to...kill that guy?”

You lift your chin and purse your lips stubbornly. “Yes. Painfully. I wanted to make him suffer.”

He chuckles, as if the two of you aren’t discussing the fact that you want to murder a man and make him suffer. “You’re...kinda intense, huh?”

For some reason, that makes you pissy. You purse your lips again and quip back in a sassy bratty tone,“If wanting revenge against the guy who murdered my family is intense, then yeah sure.”

“You don’t actually want that, do you.” He means to state it as a question, but it doesn’t come out that way.

You hesitate, your eyes wide. Up until now, you didn’t think about actually going through with it. In a daydream fueled by rage and retaliation, you could picture the way the man would cry and beg for death. But here in Yuuji’s presence, it turns your stomach, it makes you feel sick and nauseous. You turn away from his inquisitive eyes and clear your throat.

He sighs after a few minutes of silence. “Well I can't let you do that.”

You mimic his sigh, you knew he’d say it, but it still leaves you crestfallen. “You could though, right?”

“Yeah. But I'm not gonna.” He sounds determined, but there’s something else lingering in his tone. Like he has something he needs to prove.

It’s silent again as you stare out the window. Yuuji keeps watching you, observing every emotion that crosses or doesn’t cross your face. It kind of makes you uncomfortable. Why is he watching you so intensely? You're self conscious now, tugging at a loose strand of hair and fidgeting with a thread in the scratchy blanket.

He breaks the silence, “If you had one day left to live—and your answer can’t be murder that guy—what would you do?” he asks randomly.

You don’t miss a beat. ”Murder—“

He stops you again. “You can’t murder anyone he loves either. No murder. Think bigger,” He says booping your nose and frowning at you.

You snort and again you’re amazed at how playful the atmosphere is when discussing something as morbid as murder. Seems to be the effect he has on you. “Bigger than murder? You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he insists and the serious but engaged expression on his face makes you play along.

“I’d wanna see the ocean.”

He looks shocked, like he wasn’t expecting something like this and it immediately puts you on the defense. “Really? How come?”

“Not everyone gets the chance to travel all over the world. Especially not someone like me. I’ve never seen it. I’ve never seen a lot, actually. But seeing the ocean has always been the one thing that made me think, ‘I’ve made it.’ ”you explain.

You realize you’ve been staring out the window while daydreaming about the crashing waves and you’re flustered when you turn back to see Yuuji watching you and smirking. “What?”

“I knew it.” he says, a grin spreading wider on his face.

“Knew what?” you say falling back into your pout.

“Why don’t we go see it then?” he says, holding a hand out for you to grasp it.

He’s joking, obviously. So you roll your eyes and look out the window again. “We’re like hundreds of miles away from the ocean, and I can't walk. Unless you plan to wheel me out in the dead of night.”

“Not a bad idea.” You give him a look and he smiles a big goofy dumb smile. “I’m kidding! Would you just trust me though?”

You look at his hand and then back up into his eyes. You don’t know how he does it, but he manages to make you feel like anything in the world is possible, as long as you’re with him. You don’t know how he will pull this off but you do trust him.

You sigh deeply. “Fine,” you say and slip your hand into his.

Yuuji told you to close your eyes and trust him when you took his hand, so you did. But that means you have no explanation on how you’re sitting, cradled in his arms as he stands at the entrance of a very luxurious beach house. Behind it must be the ocean because your ears are filled with the sounds of rolling waves and seagulls.

You look up at Yuuji and feel his arms clutching you tightly to his chest. The hard casts that were wrapped around your legs are gone and they dangle over Yuuji’s arms limply.

“How… How did you do this?” you blink, trying to take everything in.

His laugh shakes your body, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and you inadvertently squish yourself closer to him.

He puts a finger to his lips and winks at you, “It’s a secret,” he grins.

Then he bends down and places a quick peck on your forehead. His lips feel like they’re branding you, they’re hot on your skin, but strangely it isn’t painful. The heat travels through your entire body and washes you in relief similar to soaking sore muscles in a hot bath. It feels so good you can’t catch the groan that suspiciously sounds a little erotic as it falls from your lips.

If he heard it, he thankfully doesn’t comment on it. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Hell before you woke up from the coma you were ready and willing to suck his dick. You shake your head and try to take control of the conversation before the hanging silence becomes awkward.

“What’d you do?” you ask when the heat subsides.

“Don’t be scared, I just healed you. Let’s go in!” he says happily. In one fluid motion he sets you down on your feet, grasps your hand, and leads you into the beach house. He doesn’t give you a chance to ask how you’re standing right now or how you’re able to walk.

Yuuji suggests you’ll feel a bit better if you take a shower and he’s not wrong. The water feels amazing on your skin. The soap you use smells fresh and brisk and with the salty ocean air surrounding you, it feels like you’re in a completely different world.

You make sure to avoid the mirror when you get out of the shower. It’s a habit, a nasty one you’ve picked up over the years of being invisible to everyone around you. You don’t like what you see in the mirror, so you avoid them at every moment. You sigh when you think about how handsome Yuuji is. He’s probably never afraid to look at himself. Why would he be?

You’re ashamed, you feel rotten. You can’t avenge your family but you’re also worried about what this pure man thinks of your soul after confessing that you’d planned to murder someone. It shouldn’t matter that much to you, given you’ve only just met him, but for some reason the way he sees you means everything to you right now.

Sadly, you pad out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom where there is a satin gown lying on the bed and a pair of panties. You assume they are for you and quickly slip them on. A slip of paper next to the clothes tells you Yuuji is on the beach. So you walk toward the patio doors in the room. They lead to a concrete slab and right out to the beach. Further out is the sparkling blue ocean sitting on the horizon.

When you step out on the patio, the scene in front of you feels unreal, like a dream? It matches your daydreams of the ocean perfectly. The rushing waves race each other to the beach then quickly pull back into the expanse of the salty water. With each push and pull, little shells become present and decorate the sand with shimmering specs of light as the sun illuminates them. The air smells salty but fresh and when the wind whips through your hair, the shampoo you used blends with the scent of the briny sea.

It’s breathtaking, you’re left speechless as you stare. Yuuji stands at the shore as the waves flow around his ankles. His back looks strong, his shoulder broad as the blades protrude through his jacket. You lick your lips and bite your lip, it’s a sight you wish you could have ingrained in your memory forever.

You take a wary step into the sand, toward him and before you know it, you’re running to him. He turns when he hears you, and catches you when you trip and stumble into his arms. Yuuji always holds you tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away from him. Even when he stands you back up right and snorts “Gotta find your sand legs,” he still keeps a tight grip on your waist.

He holds your hand as the two of you stroll down the beach. You wiggle your toes in the sand, feel the cold water between your toes and even get into a tiny splashing fight with Yuuji. Your cheeks ache from how much you’re smiling and by sunset you’re both sitting on a group of rocks near the shore, resting and watching the sun sink in the sky.

“So...” Yuuji starts. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head.

“So?” you repeat.

“Was it everything you ever dreamed? The ocean and stuff?” he asks, vibrating with anticipation.

You smile again, grabbing a stick to doodle in the wet sand. “Yeah, actually. It was exactly like how I dreamed it would be. The seafoam looks like bunnies hopping on top of the waves and the sunset reminds me of a peach tart my mom made for me on my last birthday before the incident. This was perfect,” you say, whispering the last word as your cheeks grow hot.

Talking about your mom again instantly drags you back into reality and you sigh sadly. The momentary bliss washes away when the thought of you never again being able to enjoy a peach tart from her invades your thoughts. Your eyes sting and you bite your lip attempting to hold the tears back.

You gaze out at the sunset, your mind drifting away with the breeze until you sigh and ask, “Do you think people are born to be doomed?” You don’t look at him when you ask, just keep your eyes trained on the orange glow in the sky.

“No. I think people are born to die so they should live as best they can with the time given to them. Doing stuff they love with people they treasure.” He doesn’t have to think about his answer, almost as if lots of people have asked him this before.

“How long have you been a reaper?”

“Not that long. I died once. It’s how you become a reaper. I got a second chance at life, so I figured, I don’t know, that you maybe needed one too. Even if it is just for a day. I knew you weren’t just a murderer.”

That makes you whip your head around to look at him. “Ha! And how’d you know that?” you snort.

“Well one, the way you look at people. When I saw you the day you died you were looking at all those people trying to help you. Almost like, you didn’t think you deserved their help. Or when you apologized to the nurse for doing her job in taking care of you. Even she was surprised! So I started thinking to myself, ‘She must be a really sad person’.”

Well shit. He saw more than you gave him credit for. You sit there staring at him, confused, shocked but more moved than any of the other emotions. He paid that much attention?

Suddenly he has his hands up in a surrender motion in front of him, chuckling sheepishly as he looks at you. “I.. I don't mean that in a pathetic way or anything! Just that you looked sad.” He stutters nervously over his words but quickly calms when he sees you smile at him.

“Erm...but the big give away was your soul.”

That catches your attention. “What do you mean my soul?”

“It was so bright and shimmery. Especially when you smiled that one time. It surprised me. I’d never seen a soul shine that bright. When they’re that bright, it usually means the cross over is fairly easy.”

He thought you were bright? And here that entire time you were thinking it was him who was warm and bright.

He smiles big at you and points down to the sketch in the sand. You didn’t even notice you’d drawn that much. Then he takes your hands into his large ones and holds them tightly. They’re so warm, and envelop yours completely, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day and you wish his arms were wrapped around you instead.

“Look. Your hands were made to create pretty things, not take lives.” He almost whispers it but he stares into your eyes intently. It makes you want to cry. No one’s ever looked at you like this before.

Your lips part and he leans in just a bit closer to you.

“Yuuji?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Hey don’t worry about it!” His teeth shine like diamonds in the setting sun when he flashes you a big toothy grin.

“Yuuji?” This time you whisper his name, soft and delicate, every syllable hesitant and vulnerable as you avoid his soothing gaze. Your breathing picks up as his index finger draws little patterns around your knuckles. His other arm moves to the small of your back and pulls you into his lap on the rock he’s perched on. And you might have imagined it, but you think his hand just brushed against your ass.

Taking solace in a man as pure as him, it’s not something you think you deserve but the way he’s holding your hand right now, the way he balances you in his lap and holds you close to him, the way he leans in like you’re impossible to stay away from, very slowly makes the idea a little more plausible.

“Yeah?” He inquires breathy, husky, and deep. His breath washes over you, it smells like the salty sea air, like sunshine on fresh dew covered grass and a hint of honey and cinnamon. It’s irresistible, he's irresistible. You can’t imagine how anyone’s able to stay away from him.

“Will you kiss me?” You mumble the request under your breath, staring down at your intertwined fingers, lashes brushing your heated cheeks. He could say no. You’d understand if he did. He is supposed to be taking your soul. Why would he kiss you? And if he decided to, it'd be a pity kiss at best.

He untangles his fingers from yours and lifts your chin with a hook of his finger. His eyes entrap you again and he smiles warmly. He leans in to rub his nose gently against yours then whispers, “Thought ya’d never ask.”

The kiss isn’t heated or rushed. He only brushes his lips against your cupid’s bow before deepening the kiss and slotting his lips between the empty spaces of yours. It’s like putting the last piece of the puzzle in place. Relief washes over you, you hum and relax your tense shoulders when his hand caresses your cheek and he plays with a loose strand of your hair.

He tastes and feels like something you've craved for years now. A warm home, a family, someone to love you and be with you. You can’t help but to reach around and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer to you. The action nudges his tongue into your mouth and he moans when the muscle invades and brushes against your teeth. This is something you haven’t felt before but there’s something in you that needs him, that needs to feel him and his hands all over your body.

You’re not a virgin. You’d lost it in the back of the chapel at the orphanage as a big “fuck you” to the mean nuns there but it wasn’t good. The guy had pumped into you three times before he was quickly pulling out and spilling onto your belly and plaid skirt. You hadn’t even been close to coming and that was your only sexual encounter.

You wonder if Yuuji is a virgin. Surely in two lifetimes he’s had sex before? He seems experienced judging by the way he moves his lips against yours and presses his body against you, though in a playful way. Does he even want you in that way? You tense up as you think about the possibility of him not wanting this.

Whether he’s just that good at knowing what you’re thinking or he wants you just as much as you want him you’re not sure, but he drops his hands to your waist and massages his fingers into your plush skin. His lips move and press harder against you, tongue flicking and pressing against yours as he groans. You pull back from him to catch your breath and his eyes run down your frame.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” he says simply and you can feel the way his fingers clench the fabric of your gown.

No one’s ever said that to you before. And you know when he says it, he means it. Yuuji’s been painfully honest this entire time so when he runs a hand up your body, squeezing and caressing everything his hand touches before it wraps around the back of your neck tenderly, you move to press your breasts up against him.

“Yuuji… I want…” you breathe. His fingers curl into the hair at the nape of your neck as he leans in closer to you again.

He lets the tip of his tongue playfully flick against your bottom lip before he replies, “Yeah? Tell me.”

Did you imagine the shift in his pants or the way he bit his lip? Did you imagine the way his chest swelled and his breath quivered with anticipation when you laid your hand over his chest? Gazing into his eyes now, you’re no longer afraid to tell him what you want more than anything right now.

“You,” you whisper and it’s like magic words.

He scoops you up in his arms and carries you back to the house. He cradles you against his chest like a bride being carried over the threshold to her new life. His heavy footfalls on the creaking wood floors echo through the empty beach house and soon you’re bouncing on a big fluffy bed with comfy white sheets. You flop down on the bed with an “oof” and for the first time you giggle a twinkling little sound that fills the room.

“You’re laughing! That’s a pretty sound.”

He looks at you with stars in his eyes, a huge dopey grin that spreads across his entire face. He’s fallen back into that puppy energy and it only makes you giggle more. You scoot back against the lavish headboard and watch him in delight. He quickly pulls his hoodie over his head, tosses it on the floor and pulls down his pants.

Without the clunky hoodie to hide his muscles you can see how broad his shoulders are, how firm his pecs are beneath the shirt stretching over them, the flexing muscles of his arms as he reaches down to grasp the hem and pull it over his head.

Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had the chance or been in the correct mental state to appreciate someone so lovely but, Yuuji is gorgeous. The retreating sun’s rays dance like little sparkles over his bare chest and your eyes trace the lines of his abs down to the dips and grooves of his hips. His thighs are thick and muscular, the boxer briefs he wears cinched around them and you actually lick your lips when you see the bulge of his cock pressed against his leg. You tilt your head and smile as you take him in.

“Hey, you checkin’ me out or something? That’s what I’m supposed to be doing to you,” he says leaning forward with his hands on his hips.

Something in the corner of the room catches his eye then and he bounds over to stand in front of a full length mirror sitting on two sturdy legs. You watch him with curiosity, and can see the cogs in his mind turning as he puts something together in his head.

“Yannow they say if you die in front of a mirror, your soul gets stuck in it forever,” you say, trying to garner his attention again.

He doesn’t turn around but he does grab the mirror on either side and looks over his shoulder to stare seriously at you.

“Nah, that’s just a dumb myth. Only reapers can handle souls. But I can think of something better we can do with this mirror.”

He carries it over to sit by the side of the bed and maneuvers it so that you’re staring at your own huge eyes in the reflection. Then he quickly makes his way around to pull you off of the headboard and turn you so you’re looking directly at your reflection. You’re immediately uncomfortable, turning away so you don’t have to see. He shuffles onto the bed to sit behind you and pulls you to sit between his open legs.

“What are you--”

“Don’t worry. Just trust me, ok?”

Yuuji’s got rough hands, but he has somehow found a way to make them feel soft as he massages your breasts in his huge palms. He pinches your nipples through your gown and you squeeze your thighs together when a rush of heat flows straight to your cunt. You close your eyes and bite your lip, focusing on the way the tip of his tongue draws light patterns over the marks growing darker on your skin.

“Uh uhn. Don’t close your eyes. I want ya to watch,” he says while nibbling your ear.

His hands have found their way underneath your gown and no bra means he’s palming your bare breast. His hands look like specters under the white silk of your gown. Warm calloused hands run down your body and when they reach the hem of your panties, you immediately spread your legs to welcome him.

You can feel his cock on your back, hard and pulsing through the fabric of his underwear as he continues to play with you. Each mewl that drips from your lips makes his cock throb more against your back. You want to reach around to grasp it, feel how hard and thick he would be in your hands but he’s got his arms wrapped so tightly around you, it’s hard to move.

“Y...Yuuji please, touch me,” you whimper.

He’s more than happy to oblige, quickly slipping your underwear down your legs and tossing them aside. He stops littering kisses on the side of your face just long enough to pull the long gown over your head and gaze at your naked body in the mirror. He takes one of your budding nipples between his fingers and squeezes, watching your face and reaction carefully in the mirror.

“You don't know how good you look when your face is all scrunched up like that,” he says in a husky voice.

“Everything about you is so pretty. Your noises are pretty, your tits are pretty, your face is pretty, and…” He lists everything off nonchalantly, like it’s an obvious truth that anyone could see and it makes your cheeks heat and your cunt ache for him.

Then he teases your entrance, pulling your legs further apart and slipping a finger through your glistening folds. You watch him in the mirror, he’s biting his lip as he watches you carefully. Yuuji’s focused face instills an unquantifiable amount of joy and pride inside you.

His tongue poking out the side of his mouth, his knitted brows and the way his eyes keep swiveling to your face and back down between your thighs. He’s determined, completely focused on making you feel good. He rubs wide hard circles on your clit and you push your hips forward to increase the pressure.

“Your pussy is really pretty,” he finishes right as he pushes a finger into your velvety walls.

You gasp and watch his finger sink into your cunt. You bite your lip so hard, it feels like you’ll make it bleed. He kisses your shoulder tenderly but continues to pump inside of you. You’re unsure if his fingers are just that thick or if you’re that tight but the stretch feels better than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Look at how well you take my fingers. You’re amazing, see? Look at yourself.”

Praise from him only makes your cunt squeeze tighter, makes you wetter, makes you want to hear him speak through groans and pants about how well you take his dick. How’s he making you feel this good? How does he know exactly where to rub or thrust to make you yelp and moan? He speaks sweetly in your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how he loves the way you sound but all you can think about is how much you want to feel him, not his fingers.

He’s warm against your back, his breath makes the hair on the back of your neck stand and goosebumps rise to the surface on your skin. His arms wrap protectively around you, running slowly up and down your arms. He nestles his chin on your shoulder, and smiles that big giddy grin at you in the mirror. Your heart skips a beat as it thumps loudly in your chest.

“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it, ” he instructs.

He places a hand on your chest and suddenly you feel weird. He’s still pumping and curling his fingers up inside you but now you’re both hot and cold at the same time, tired and energized, happy and sad. It’s a strange feeling, like you’re being split in two.

You don’t take your eyes off yourself in the mirror. Yuuji is taking death breaths, spreading his fingers out on your chest and chanting something you can’t understand. You’re panting still focused on his fingers spreading out inside you. But then he stops pumping and suddenly there’s a bright ball of light, so bright it almost blinds you.

It’s vibrating and floating in Yuuji’s palm, like a tiny galaxy or a star floating delicately. For some reason, seeing it makes you want to cry but also laugh in joyful glee. You’re mesmerized as you watch it illuminate both you and Yuuji’s face.

It isn’t until you hear Yuuji chuckle playfully that you're broken out of your stupor.

“What...What is it?” you ask with a shaky voice.

“You serious? I thought you’d know your own soul when you saw it. Hmm…well Gojo did say humans are a little blind,” he says, putting a finger to his chin.

“That’s….”

“Mmm hmm. And like I said before, they aren’t usually this bright. Most of the time they shine like a night light in a kid’s bedroom but yours...it’s like a star.” When Yuuji says the word “star’, he says it with so much amazement and adoration it almost knocks the air from you.

You continue to look at it before he chants again and the light slowly fades back into your chest. You're left with your own dumbfounded expression staring back at you. For once, you don’t feel the need to turn away quickly from the sight of your own face. For once, you like the way you look and it mesmerizes you.

“It...it’s beautiful…” you whisper.

“I told ya. You’re beautiful,” Yuuji responds, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you closer to him. He kisses your cheek and moves down your jaw to kiss your neck. He pulls his fingers from your cunt and licks the slick from them. When you breathe out a heavy sigh and tilt your head away to expose more of your neck to him, he nips at your flesh.

Like a dam that’s been broken, your emotions spill out and you twist around and kiss him ravenous and eager. You taste yourself and him and you purr against his lips. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds you close to him, picks you up and places you in his lap so you’re facing each other. He shimmies his underwear down his legs and flicks it to the floor. You wrap your legs around his torso and move to bite and lick his neck.

The heat of your cunt hovering over the head of his cock makes a guttural groan rip from his chest. The sound he makes is one you’ve never heard come from a man before. You can’t believe you’re the reason he sounds this way. But you want more, you want to be the reason he growls and grunts and pants. You want to feel yourself be split on his dribbling thick cock.

As always, like he’s inside your head he pulls your face back to look in your eyes. His hands grasp and knead into the meat of your ass as he holds you right above him.

“Can I? Can I…shit… can I go in?” He asks. His voice raises an octave when you grind your clit against the tip of his dick. You can feel the pre oozing from it, cold against your heat as you tease him.

His eyes are full of salacious lust, he’s craving you, trembling slightly but he doesn’t move until you answer him. You nod, unable to trust that your voice won’t come out as a pitiful mewl, but when he sinks you down slowly both of you cry out in the expanse of the seaside bedroom.

You feel the head of his cock pop past the ring of muscle inside you, and as he pulls you down farther, you revel in the feel of a thick vein rubbing against your sponge walls, and focus on how you stretch open to take him. He feels as if he’s vibrating inside you, enhancing the pleasure you’re already being subjected to. Is this because he’s a reaper? Is it because you feel some sort of connection with him?

In the end it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he’s panting and digging his nails into your back. The way his eyes are squeezed shut. The way he’s gritting his teeth, trying not to cum inside you just from the feel of your right cunt squeezing the life out of him.

“Shit… I’ve never felt…pussy this good before,” he grits through his teeth.

When your ass has met his balls, and he’s embedded fully inside you, you take a moment to glance over your shoulder at the two of you in the mirror.

The view is sensual and beautiful, limbs intertwined, chests and backs heaving deeply, marks from where he’s bitten you in pleasure. It's an amorous scene between lovers and it blows your mind that it feels this intimate. He notices you looking and grunts.

“Wanna watch?”

He lifts you and turns around as if you weigh nothing, and when you’re once again facing yourself in the mirror, he pulls your legs apart, lifts you, and sinks you back down on his cock slowly. If the feel of Yuuji splitting you on his dick was euphoria, you have no idea how to describe watching it happen in the mirror.

He looks delectable inside you, your cunt greedily sucks him in, your slick drips down his smooth heavy balls, he’s still twitching and trying not to come. He holds tight to your hips and lifts up to thrust inside of you. He starts slow, letting you get accustomed to being so full of him but it isn’t long before he’s ramming up into you, balls slapping against your clit.

The sloppy sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, the long winded groans uttered from Yuuji, and the soft crash of the waves on the beach outside envelop the two of you in a haze of sensuality you don’t dare break out of. You focus on yourself in the mirror, watching him pull out of you just to pull you back down on him. You’re almost there, something you can’t explain tightening, an abundance of pressure that heightens every time his cock kisses that special spot.

There’s a white ring of sticky cum forming around the base of his cock and you reach down to swipe a finger through it and pop it into your mouth. You moan long and filthy at the salty taste of your lovemaking. Yuuji’s fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, he’s whimpering, his thrusts are becoming less controlled and you know he’s close to spilling inside of you. He leans his forehead against your back, chanting your name over and over like it’s a prayer.

“Yuuji I think I’m gonna…” you say through labored breaths.

“P...please…you’re so tight I can’t… hold… anymore…” he says through puffs of breath and gritted teeth.

He’s been holding back for you? He’s so good to you. You’re shaking now, the thing inside you coming to a peak as it tightens and finally snaps, eliciting a high pitched shriek as you convulse and spill onto him.

As you’re squeezing him, he wraps his arms around you, kissing up your spine as he thrusts up into you a final time, pulling you down on him as all his muscles flex and and he pumps a load of cum into your pussy.

You watch it spill out of you in the mirror, oozing down his thighs and balls. He slumps his forehead against your back, kissing down your spine and holding you close to him as he twitches from the aftershock of his pleasure.

You’re both breathing heavily, but he pulls out of you and flops back on the bed, a huge grin staining his face. You lie down next to him, face tucked in the crevice between his arm and chest and take a deep inhale of his scent. If you could stay right here forever you would. But you know that’s not going to happen.

“Thank you,” you whisper and the words flit through the air, wispy and soft as the sun sinks behind the horizon.

“You don’t hafta thank me ya know,” he says, wrapping an arm around your naked body.

“I know but I want to. You did the impossible,” you continue in a small timid voice. You feel him rustle against the blankets on the bed and when you feel his warm breath on the top of your head you know he’s looking at you.

“I think I’m ready now. I think I’m ok to go,” you say, closing your eyes.

Yuuji doesn’t say anything for a long time, just continues holding you, occasionally squeezing your shoulder or running his fingers up and down your spine. When the sun has finally disappeared and the room is dark and filled with the sounds of crashing waves, he sighs.

“It’s time now,” he says solemnly.

“Will it hurt?”

“No, I don’t make it hurt.”

You smile up at him and again he has that astounded expression. “Of course you don’t. You’re gentle and good,” you say, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

He puts a huge hand on your chest and you take a deep breath. He closes his eyes and starts that familiar chant from earlier. You cut him off right before he finishes to quickly say your last thought.

“Wait! I just wanted to say, I know I just met you and you barely know me. But I’ll never have a chance to say it to anyone again, so I figure this is as good a moment as any.” You take a deep breath and then stare right into his eyes.

“I love you.”

And then, you’re floating and your vision is white. It’s so bright you can’t see a thing. You can’t see the beach house or the bed or Yuuji. All you can see are two shapes in the brightness of the light in front of you. They look like they’re approaching you and for just a quick moment you’re afraid. But then you recognize them. The soft eyes and open arms of your mother and sister beckoning to you. Your eyes well up with tears at the sight of them and instantly you reach out to them.

You can hear Yuuji’s voice finishing the incantation but there’s something else in the background. A buzzing monotone tone, blaring like a machine signifying something. An alarm or...no…it’s something else.

Your mother’s voice beckons to you, it’s a sound your heart never forgot. You cry and all you want is to feel her embrace again. You run to her and the world feels like everything is lined up perfectly in place. All the pieces of the puzzle are together, the movie of your life has ended and you have your happily ever after.

The last thing you hear is a whisper that you’re just able to make out before you walk away with your mother and sister forever.

“I love you too.”

Epilogue

The flatline beeps incessantly, signifying the end of a struggle and fight. Yuuji looks down at your body. He smiles and strokes your cheek. Your eyelashes sit perfectly on your cheeks, your skin soft but already growing cold but the most beautiful thing is the little content smile on your lips. You look like a sleeping princess, lost in dreams of the ocean, a passionate love affair, and one man who cared enough to make your last few moments the best you’d ever had.

“What happened?” the nurse asks as she’s the first to arrive in the room.

“She just didn’t wake up,” he says sadly.

“It’s a miracle she survived as long as she did. Living two hours with all of her injuries. Must be some kind of world record. She’s quite the fighter. I’m sorry for your loss,” the nurse says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It probably felt more like two months to her. She’s at peace now, that’s all that matters,” Yuuji says, grasping your hand.

The nurse leaves to give Yuuji a few minutes to say goodbye while she fetches the doctor. He gently lifts your hand to his lips, kisses it softly and whispers to you.

“I love you too.”

--

Thanks for reading!

JJK Men who keeps stealing your bonnets:

“I ain’t Batman but I be robbin’”

Summary: JJK men be stealing bonnets

CW: None fr, some cursing, Yuuji is aged up, could read this as platonic but why would you?

A/N: This is part 1 of this 2 parter. I hope I wrote yuuji well because I love that boy😭.

Yuuji:

He doesn’t steal your bonnets on purpose, it just happens. It started when he came over during a movie night at your house and he found your bonnet lying on the bathroom counter. He’s seen you wear it a couple of time, but he’s never really bothered to ask what its for. 

“Babe?” He yells. 

“What’s up hun?” You ask from your spot on the couch. 

“What does this do?” He asks as he strides back to the living room, holding the bonnet in his right hand with a curious face. 

 “It protects my hair.” You say casually. He still has on his confuzzled face. Maybe a tactile lesson will help him? 

“You wanna try it on?”

“OH HELL YEAH!”

That’s basically how the story goes. Now, he won’t fall asleep without wearing one of your bonnets. You keep telling him to buy his own, but he always refuses.

“I like them because they remind me of you.” 

You find it really hard to say no to that. 

Choso:

You made him wear a bonnet. You love this man dearly, but his hair is way too damn long. The tresses that scatter around his face when he’s sleeping peacefully always seem to infiltrate your side of the bed. You were sick of it, so you bought you and him matching bonnets. He thinks its practical, keeps his hair out of yours and his face. Besides, he’ll do anything to show he’s yours and vice versa, even if its in the privacy of your home. 

Suguru:

Omgggg, this man is a fuckin THEIF. It genuinely happens out of nowhere. One day, he pays little attention to your bonnet. Next? All your bonnets are his bonnets too. You’ve tried buying him his own to solve your problem but he will still steal yours. His excuse? “I like yours better. I want to be closer to you” Creepy ass. 

This needs a part two 😭

somebody to you ; 01

Itadori Yuji.

Your longtime crush. Your childhood sweetheart.

When he introduced you to his newest friends, Megumi and Nobara, your heart warmed up at how his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about them and how he ran up to them while grabbing your hand, overjoyed like a small kid.

Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Now, today, you planned on confessing your feelings to him. Little did you know, his spikey-haired friend, Megumi, kind of guessed that you liked Yuji. For a long time now.

Yuji had the purest heart you had seen, and though he was as warm as the sun and radiated his sunshine energy to everyone around, you knew he felt lonely. He had always felt like he had everything but the love of a family, with his grandfather gone as well, until he found a family in the company of his friends. You, were indeed special to him, but the boy was too oblivious to think and differentiate his feelings.

A bit too oblivious that his response to your confession left you dumbstruck.

"Really?"

The strawberry-haired boy looked at you with a grin on his face.

"I like you too, Y/N! You're the bestest of all best friends I've ever had! But Megumi and Nobara are close to my heart too.." He drifted off, glancing at the two who glared at him in shock.

Leaving you blinking in disappointment and embarrassment. The two others had the same reaction as you.

Was he trying to say he saw you only as a friend or was he dumb to not realize you were confessing to him?

'I shouldn't have said anything..' you thought.

"But you've a special place in my heart too, Y/N. You're a really good friend!"

Yuji flashed his teethy grin to you, while Megumi raised his hand to smack him from behind, as Nobara held back her urges to throw her purse at the dumb boy.

You sighed, looking away while you felt a tad bit disappointed. Clearing your throat, you bit your lip awkwardly. Embarrassed, and even more flustered due to his friends witnessing your awkward moment, you wanted to go home and question your choices today.

"I'll go home. I just remembered my mom telling me to grab some groceries on the way back. See you later," was all you said before awkwardly walking out of the scene, leaving behind a confused Yuji.

"Huh- okay, Y/N! See you tomorrow!" He gave you a big wave before turning around to face his friends.

"Fushiguro-"

Megumi immediately smacked his head with an irritated expression. "Are you stupid?" "What was that for- oi, Nobara!" Yuji grimaced as the said girl pinched his sides. He looked at the two with a stupidly innocent face. "What did I do?" "She confessed to you, you dimwit! And you threw off the entire confession! Did you really miss the point?" Nobara rambled, using her hands while she ranted for a dramatic effect. "She likes you more than just a friend, Yuji! She literally told you she liked you! She didn't mean that as a friend!"

"Eh?"

Yuji blankly stared at the two, while having the hood of his shirt dragged and held up by a silent Megumi, who had much to say but chose to glare at him instead.

"You mean she likes me?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

"You mean she LIKES me? Like, in that sense? Like a lovey-dovey sense? Y/N likes me like that?!"

Nobara sighed in exasperation.

Megumi facepalmed. "Yuji, do you like her back or not?"

His question made Yuji stop and think. Of all the times you had been a little too kind to him. All the instances where you'd put him first before yourself, and cared for him like he was your treasure.

When you gave up all your academic opportunities because you felt like Yuji deserved it more.

When you let him cry on your shoulder all night long after his grandfather's passing.

When he fell sick and you took two weeks off school to tend to him.

When you got the news of him eating strange things and all the weird incidents that took place in your school one night, the way you scolded him for his carelessness before breaking down in sobs, thankful that he wasn't hurt as badly as his two other friends.

Yuji had mistook all this for simple, 'friendly' concern and selflessness. Especially when you would get jealous whenever he got confessions from other girls, he thought you were just being protective of him as a friend.

Then, it hit him.

You had been liking him for a long way back, and even his friends knew, except for himself.

"Fushiguro, I.." He began, his words trailing off. He clenched his fists and ran off, escaping his friend's grip.

"I gotta go and tell her something! Sorry!"

Nobara squinted her eyes at the running man. "We need to follow him," she muttered, receiving a nod from the other side.

I just want to love and be loved by jjk men IS MY WISH THAT IMPOSSIBLE. 😢

- the one and NOT only : chososgorl

Who would you rather...? <3

( Sorry for not posting, I was on vacation ♥ )

Yay requests time!

Can we get bratty!mean!reader with simp/lover boy yuuta or yuuji? Like, reader is always rolling her eyes or ordering him around and he just looks at her with heart yes and does as she wants. But obviously, everyone has their limits so sometimes they need to reel her back in and let her know that's nothing you treat someone that you love and loves you even more.

i dont know if you can tell but I'm getting brain rot about this and it's all I'm thinking about every night.

Sypnosis - How would !Loverboy Yuuji fare with a girlfriend who quite literally would step on him?

Warning(s) - foul language, mention of canon violence, Reader is kind of a bitch (but she does a 180 I promise)

A/N - !Loverboy Yuuji enjoyers rise up, I crafted this just for y'all.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

To be fair, when Yuuji falls in love, he falls in love hard. Loving Yuuji is the equivalent of adopting a golden retriever that will be perpetually stuck to your side in any given circumstance. And that means any circumstance — including if you’re working to exorcise a spirit. Yuuji just wants — or rather needs — to be by your side no matter what.  

Yuuji is also the kind of person to blindly follow orders. He doesn’t really have any regards for any consequences that may follow his actions — which has definitely resulted in multiple visits to Shoko. That, of course, includes any and all orders that you give him.  

Obviously, your “orders” aren’t as dire as, say, instructions given by Gojo before he sends Yuuji on a mission. But that doesn’t mean that he’ll show even an ounce of thought or hesitance. He does — quite literally — anything and everything for you. That includes carrying your backpack, carrying your bags when you shop, cutting your food when you have dinner together, tucking you in when you have move nights, buttoning you jacket when it’s cold outside, literally everything. 

Does he care that sometimes your tone gets a little snippy with him when you ask him to do something for you? No. Does he care that you scold him if he does something wrong? No. Does he care that you roll your eyes at him when you catch him staring? No.  

Because at the end of the day, you mean more to Yuuji than anything else. He can handle Cursed Spirits that can — and honestly have — ripped him limb from limb. Surely he can handle a bit of eye-rolling from his beautiful girlfriend. 

Megumi and Nobara can’t help but tease Yuuji for his behaviors, Nobara more so than Megumi. She just enjoys pointing out the fact that you could tell Yuuji to jump and he would reply back with, “How high?” 

But that doesn’t mean that they don’t see the small points of toxicity that peek through your actions. Sure, it was sweet that Yuuji would be willing to do anything and everything for you — but it felt like the things that Yuuji was doing went unreciprocated. 

It was Nobara then that approached you because, in all honesty, Yuuji was one of her closest friends. And she would be damned if she was going to stand by and just watch as he was treated like someone’s lap dog. Don’t get her wrong, she loves and adores you too, but she can see where people’s toxic traits lie.  

She ends up pulling you aside following one of your training sessions together, noticing in her peripheral the way that Yuuji pauses upon seeing you be dragged away by Nobara. You don’t protest to her actions, allowing your classmate to drag you underneath the school’s entry archway. Nobara keeps her fingers locked around your wrist as she inhales deeply, not wanting her emotions to accidentally get the better of her — the last thing that she needed was for you to get cross with her. You were deadly in that regard after all. 

“(Y/N), listen to me, yeah? You’re an amazing person, and I know that you likely don’t mean to come off as brash or as harsh as you sometimes do, but we all notice. And by ‘we all’, I mean me and Fushiguro. Yuuji is — for lack of a better word — devoted to you, he loves you a whole lot ‘kay? Again, I know that you don’t mean to be rude to him sometimes, but that’s what we all see. So try and lay off of the eye rolling, yeah?” 

Nobara smiles once she’s finished speaking, releasing the grip that she had on your wrist and placing both of her hands on her hips. You stand there in silence for a moment, mulling her words over in your head before reflecting on all that you had ever said and done to Yuuji. 

You realize at that moment that Nobara was right — Yuuji had only ever been kind and loving to you. And you were just…bitchy right back. You felt like slapping yourself across the face, how could you have let that behavior go on for so long?  

“God — you’re right Nobara. I’ve been — I’ve been pretty terrible haven’t I?” 

After that conversation with Nobara, you begin to plan in your head how to make it up to Yuuji — starting with his favorite snacks and movie series. Your dorm is suddenly nothing but blankets and pillow forts, adorned with the string lights that you usually kept your room decorated with. On the television is the selection screen for the Deluxe Edition of the Human Earthworm movies — which you knew were Yuuji’s absolute favorite.  

Once you finished setting everything up, you text Yuuji to swing by your dorm — which he agrees to without hesitation. Within five minutes of sending the text, Yuuji is knocking repeatedly at the door, smiling widely when you pull it open. You invite him inside, placing your palms over his eyes and repeating that you had a surprise for him.  

You lead him to the pillow/blanket fort set up in front of the small television in your dormitory, guiding him to sit down. You take a seat beside him, removing your hands from his eyes and presenting your little movie setup with a grand flourish of your hands.  

“You did all of this for me?”  

“Yeah — think of it as an apology for me being so demanding of you all the time.” 

Yuuji turns to you, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you firmly to his chest, tucking you into him and burying his nose into your hair. You nestle yourself in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling to yourself as he holds you.  

After a good five minutes of sitting in Yuuji’s arms, you disconnect yourself to play the first Human Earthworm movie, smiling as Yuuji excitedly begins to ramble. 

With a lovesick smile of your own, you settle in with your boyfriend, nibbling on your snacks and simply enjoying his company.  

Do you love me?

Asking the JJK men if they still love you.

Includes - Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji Sukuna, Choso, Megumi, Yuuji

Leave requests in my inbox if you want to see more!!

Imagine you turned into a kid (3 or 4 years) and the jjk boys have to take care of you and they don't have a clue on what to do and the girls (who actually know how to take care of a baby) are all out shopping or something.

Should I write that? Like I feel like it would be funny. Also if any of you decide to write that please tag me so I can read it I love to read it!

"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

3:20 ——————————| -3:20

(This is another one of those random things that just insert into my brain for no reason at random times. A few sentences of smut at the end so MDNI) Imagine you just got married to him and basically you're still on your honeymoon/holiday thingamob. And you're making soup but you accidentally drop the hot bowl on the floor and you accidentally cut your hand. He rushes up to you, helps you clean and cleans up the little cut- it's not too serious (but he's still overreacting). Anyways, after doing that, he just sees you in your little pyjamas, and the next thing you know you're bent over the counter and he's inside you, kissing the cut on your palm as he thrusts into you, :)

(Should i make this into a fic or not?)

JJK: Yuuji (aged up), Gojo, and maybe Geto (not Kenjaku) CoD: Konig, Price, Gaz, Soap, (probably anyone from tf141 tbh)

jjk characters reacting to you throwing a pillow at them

notes: woaahhh second post!! thank you all so much for the likes on thr first post, i really appreciate it! (▰˘◡˘▰) anyways enjoy the post!! also lmk if yall want a part 2 of this with the second years!! (send in an ask or type in the comments)

characters: yuuji, megumi, nobara, gojo

warnings: throwing stuff? , gojo being an asshole as always /hj (but we still love him anyways)

yuuji:

-flinches

-now look at what you’ve done >:(

-poor yuuji baby :(

-however, his face of pain slowly turns into a wide grin

-hurls the pillow back at you

-“PILLOW FIGHTTTTTT!!”

-<3

megumi:

-looks at you like a mouldy piece of cheese

-mumbles under his breath that you’re just like gojo

-WHATDIDHESAYYYYY

-you throw another pillow at him, insulted by his comment (ugh, you should be lowkey grateful)

-the pillow completely misses him LMAO

-he laughs in the smallest way possible

-you stomp away, blushing bc he’s so cute when he laughs

nobara:

-“HEY!”

-uh oh

-will get out her hammer

-would be very angry if you threw it at her while she was picking an outfit or doing her makeup

-stomps over angrily and starts telling you off

-but you cant help but stare at her smaller, shorter frame, she’s sososo cute when she’s angry

-awwwwwww <3

gojo:

-*long silent pause*

-he will catch it in mid air

-and throw it back right smack in the middle of your face

-you almost tumble over

-laughs at you

-“awwww so cute when you’re angry” he coos

-you love and hate him at the same time BUT HE COOED TO YOU

-plan failed successfully