#and I feel like Toge deserves to be loved in that way even if it’s destructive

[togenabi]

with flowers under the stars

inumaki toge x fem!reader (royalty au)

♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.

previous♡— [PART 1]

word count♡— 4.1k words (oml)

genre♡— fluff, romance, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— potential lovers to actual lovers, mutual pining, courtship, dating, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, romance, very fluff, mentions of engagement and marriage, toge uses sign language, some characters may be ooc >< pls forgive me

author's note♡— after rising from the grave (I'm so sorry this took so long! buT! I'm graduating! AAA) I finally finished the sequel to my first toge fic. thank you so much to those who have appreciated my previous work! now that I'm back, I hope you enjoy this as well! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡

Exchanging letters with prince Toge occurred frequently before you finally met again. He talked about many things, but they all ended the same way: mentioning how lovely you are and how he wishes time could run faster so he could meet you.

Toge's kingdom was a week on ship and a day by train away, so visiting was saved for important duties or events. ‘Maybe I should ask your brother to appoint me an official position in the council so I can stay in the palace.’ He wrote to you once. You reply that he doesn't deserve it, since he wouldn't be working with the empire or its people in mind.

He writes back that he fell for you a little more, and you trace that line an infinite number of times before tucking the letter away.

When the day of the banquet finally arrives, Satoru notices that you appear a bit more lavish than you usually care to look during events.

“Why! My dearest sister! How stunning you look! And for my birthday, no less! I love that color on you, your taste has improved so much!” He suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly—so loud, that the maid helping you with your earrings flinches.

“Are those... the earrings I got you last year? But I've never seen you wear them! I would give you a hug if it wouldn't ruin your clothes!”

You ignore him the entire time he fusses over you. He looks nice today, you admit. His hair is styled down which gives him a softer aura, and his white suit with gold details looks pristine. A midnight blue cape drapes over his shoulders and flows down his back. It would be difficult for anyone else to pull it off, but you don't tell him that. Goodness knows he would never let you hear the end of it.

You sigh as you watch him through the vanity mirror, but he only becomes even more giddy at your silence.

“Hey, give me that.” Satoru says to the attendant holding your brush. “Leave us.” He says as he stands behind you to brush your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.

Satoru knows you love when he brushes your hair. Even if you never outright told him, it was obvious that you enjoyed it when he cared for you. But because you were embarrassed to ask him as you got older, he hasn't done it since you were children.

He's silent and focuses on brushing your hair gently. The moment feels strangely emotional, and your resolve to ignore him cracks a bit.

“So...” Satoru meets your eyes in the mirror, then winks. “You and Toge, huh?”

You tsk, letting your resolve fully break. “I should've known you would notice.”

He laughs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he wrote saying his father wanted to trade silk from their territory, and that he would like to stay at the palace to handle the negotiations.”

“...Add that to the letters you're receiving everyday, and it wasn't too hard to piece things together.”

You groan and cover your face in embarrassment. You and Toge weren't exactly a secret, but you didn't want your brother to know until it got more serious.

“So what now?” You dread having to ask. “Are you going to tell me to call it off?”

“Nope.” Satoru says, smiling. “Besides, if you're anything like your dear old brother—which, you are! Don't deny it!—I'll end up driving you into his arms if I try to keep you away.”

His eyes suddenly turn serious as he considers his next words. “He's a good kid... Good enough for you, though? We'll have to see.” He places the brush on the dresser, and takes your hand to help you on your feet.

“But what's important is to know yourself and decide for yourself. Don't let anyone else make that choice for you.” He looks sincere as he places your hand on his arm. “Shall we?”

“Satoru...” You call him, touched. He grins and kisses your forehead.

“And of course, if you end up marrying him, that saves me and the ministers the work of looking for your match!” You slap his shoulder, but he only laughs harder as he escorts you out.

The ballroom was sparkling when you arrived. There were already plenty of guests partaking in the revelries as the event had begun half an hour before. Satoru had insisted on the importance of being fashionably late. Normally, you wouldn't have let him actually be late, but you caved only for today.

“Entering, their Royal Highnesses, The Imperial Crown Prince and The Imperial Princess.”

As you descended the stairs with Satoru, the people bowed and you took that as an opportunity to look for a head of white hair, a mask or a high collar covering half the face.

“You're being too obvious.” Satoru whispered. “He'll show up, don't worry.”

He led you to the center of the hall. You were so caught up on looking for Toge that you had nearly forgotten you were to share Satoru's first dance; as he still wasn't engaged. The both of you took your positions gracefully as the music started to flow through the air.

“I'll spin you a few times.” He was grinning. “Try to spot him.”

And yet, the song ended without you seeing Toge anywhere. After giving a hasty bow to your brother, you went on with your search once again.

Your eyes caught princess Nobara the same moment she did yours. You were about to go greet her when her eyes trailed off to something behind you. When her gaze returns to yours, she's smirking and it makes you turn to look at what she saw.

Toge takes your breath away as he walks up to you. He wasn't wearing a mask, or a high collar like he had been during the previous ball. His suit was pitch black and every bit as elegant as him. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his lips and you blushed when he caught you staring. All you wanted to do was to dance with him so that you had an excuse to be close.

It seemed that he picked up on that, as he bowed and offered you his hand.

“It's good to see you again.” You greet him. He kisses the back of your hand with a smile before sweeping you away to dance.

Suddenly nervous, your words get stuck in your throat as the beginnings of a soft waltz reach your ears. “I... tried looking for you when I arrived.”

Toge leads the dance as effortlessly as he did the first time. It almost amazes you how natural it feels to move and sway with him. He seems pleased to know that you were paying him as much attention as he gave you.

Not wanting to simply dance, you took to asking him questions. “Did your journey here go smoothly?” Toge nods.

“When did you arrive?”

‘Today.’ He mouths.

“Ah. I'll have to take you sightseeing then.” You grin up at him. “Would tomorrow be alright?” You get your answer in the form of Toge grinning back, and before you could prepare yourself, he twirls you around and catches you in an embrace as the song finishes with a flourish. A number of people around you started to clap, and you couldn't help but blush in his arms.

After settling at the less crowded side of the ballroom, Toge explains, ‘I also tried to find you. I arrived as early as I could, and yet you and your brother were late.’ He looks at you almost as if to scold you, but you see mischief in his eyes. ‘I thought that you might be by the window where we met... So I went to check.’

“Oh, I see.” You respond, a bit embarrassed. “I should have warned you about my brother's flair for dramatics. He tends to do that when he's the star of the event.”

‘Do you have any remaining commitments here at the ball?’

That makes you think for a moment. “No, Satoru's the one the people want to bother today. Why?”

Toge gives you a look that makes you want to agree to almost anything he asks. ‘Will you allow me to whisk you away?’

And so you were both running, hand-in-hand and laughing, on your way to that secluded hall with the stained glass window. It shouldn't have been possible, but it felt more magical than before to be with him here again.

Toge slows his steps when you both reach the window. You realize that despite coming to cherish this place, you never sought it out when he wasn't around. Something tells you that would have only made you miss him more.

Looking at you with a serious expression, he begins to sign, ‘I know I have been very upfront about myself caring about you... But I want to ask this properly, because you deserve nothing less than the best.’

‘I would like—if it is alright with you, to formally court you.’

The smile on your face glows before you can help it, and you throw your arms around him.

“I would very much like that as well, my dear prince.” You lean to kiss his cheek.

Toge looks dazed and happy as if drunk on something you had given him. Maybe he was.

The moonlight shining through the glass paints him in a kaleidoscope of colors. Before, the only colors on him were the purple hues in his eyes. And now he stood before you, bright and shining.

‘You look beautiful.’

He took the words right out of your mouth.

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Satoru came to find you the day after the banquet. Naturally, he entered your office without knocking, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy document in front of the one you were already working on.

“What's this?”

“Toge's proposal...”

The floor seemed to sink, your heart and your breath gone along with it. “What?”

“—for the trade negotiations.”

It took everything in your power to not throw the block of papers at him. “You're unbelievable.”

Satoru only hummed. “So is your boyfriend. I can't believe he's making me work right after my birthday! He should be kissing up to me, not giving me paperwork!”

“Last time I checked, he's courting me. Not you.” Nevertheless, you take a few moments to sift through the document. It was very detailed and efficient. You note that the length of the proposal was due to the many alternative plans Toge had prepared. This would certainly help the negotiations go smoothly. Satoru and the ministers merely had to look at the options.

Looking back to your brother, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was he complaining about, when all he had to do was select the best plan and tweak where it was necessary?

“We're to begin the negotiations in two days. I think his plans have potential—” You couldn't help but snort at that, from what you'd seen, Toge was already excellent. (You were not biased. Not at all.) “But, I don't think the older ministers will be kind to someone who acts like a know-it-all.”

“Toge doesn't—”

“A-ah,” Satoru waves a finger at you, as if you were a child being told what you did wrong. You scowl at him but he ignores it. “This will be a test for him, to see if he's able to win against those old goons.”

“You mean yourself, then?” His expression drops at that, and you don't bother to hide how satisfied that made you feel.

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As the weeks flew by, Toge ended up being a lot more busy than you both anticipated. Despite officially dating, lunches together turned to having tea during breaks; then that turned to catching him in the hallway for a few moments before he had to go.

You didn't understand why his workload only seemed to grow, no matter how much effort he put in. Once, when you caught him just before he entered his chambers, you had asked him if anything was going wrong with the negotiations.

Toge looked exhausted, and yet he gave you a smile that made your heart melt. ‘No, the talks are going well, I suppose I'm just having trouble adjusting to the empire's work culture.’

You must have looked unconvinced, because Toge suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Mischievously, he stared into your eyes until you were too flustered to be worried anymore. He laughed when you had to push him away.

That night, he bid you farewell with a kiss to your cheek.

‘Good night, darling.’

The next time you had Toge to yourself for an entire day, it was due to a holiday celebration. Everyone was too occupied with the festivities to work. You were supposed to be at another banquet Satoru had hosted, but you were determined to monopolize Toge's time today.

So you showed up at his door at the earliest respectable hour of the morning, dressed for warm weather and a picnic basket in your hand.

“Will you allow me to whisk you away?” You asked when he answered the door.

You took him on a tour of the parts of the palace he hasn't seen yet. Your office, the private library, and even some of the secret passage ways. His eyes lit up with curiosity when you showed him one behind a portrait.

You had lunch in the gardens, under a tree that offers wonderful shade. A soft blanket laid across the grass, with a spread of the empire's specialty dishes arranged all over it.

“This one,” You show Toge a cookie with flowers piped on top. “Has been my favorite since I was a child. It has just the perfect amount of sweetness, and goes beautifully with tea.”

You move to hand Toge the cookie, but he doesn't take it. Confused, you're about to ask him if anything was wrong when he leans forward and opens his mouth expectantly.

Wordlessly, you raise the cookie to his lips. The moment feels oddly intimate as he takes a bite without removing his gaze from yours.

Toge hums and moves his hands to sign, ‘It's indeed delicious.’ He leans to you and opens his mouth again.

You push the half-eaten cookie into his hands and turn away to hide your blush. “If you're able to tell me what you think about it, you can eat it yourself.”

He breathes out a laugh. Smirking at you while he chews the remaining cookie.

It was so peaceful, just sitting there with him. And it seemed as though you weren't the only one who wanted to sit with Toge. A tiny white butterfly fluttered about before landing on his knee. He looked so enchanted by it. Staring close, but being careful that he didn't move his knee or disturbed it.

The butterfly flying away made you want to explore too. Getting yourself up, you look over your shoulder and gesture for him to follow. He offers you his arm once he catches up, and you rest your hand on it. Birds chirp and leaves rustle in the wind as you walk towards the shimmering lake at the edge of the gardens.

Bracing yourself on Toge's arm, you kick your shoes off. You set them aside to dip your toes into the water. “It's so refreshing!”

Toge feels his chest grow as warm as the sunlight kisses your cheeks. He gets down on one knee to untie his shoes when he's abruptly hit by a splash of water. Flabbergasted, he looks up at you, blinking away the water droplets in his lashes.

Of course, Toge isn't one to back down from a challenge. The result is the both of you shivering and drenched by the time the sun has set. Your maids fuss all over you when you get back to the palace, and the other staff almost faint at the puddles that trail after you and Toge.

It was useless to insist that you could walk alone and that you both should get cleaned up at the soonest. Toge didn't leave your side until you entered your chambers, your gazes only being broken by the door once it closed.

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You got the most dreadful fever after that day with Toge. Satoru, wanting you to rest properly, made you swear not to lift a finger for work related reasons until you got better. Which, you followed without complaint. You took a break for a few days.

Toge did his best to see you, but he only got busier. His eyes looked more and more tired, dark circles under them when you caught him in the library one morning. He stayed there to work overnight. You were barely able to convince him to rest.

On another night, one of your maids caught him trying to sneak in your room, screaming and kicking him out. You could have sworn half the palace had woken up to that, and you couldn't help but hide under your sheets due to the embarrassment.

What irritates you most, however, was that the first thing you heard when you get back is, “Oh. Finally decided to return to your duties, eh?” from a delegate who spent most of his time gossiping, and whose biggest contribution to the empire was refilling the inkwells in the conference room...

The conference room has five inkwells.

Those ministers and court members were proving more and more to be nuisances. You gave them an earful when they had assumed you were slacking off when you were sick.

Not to mention, you suspected that they have been making Toge do more work than he needs to. Even if he never complains, you don't fail to notice how some courtiers turn their noses up at him just because his kingdom was distant and smaller compared to the scale of the empire.

The thought of Toge being belittled makes you pause during work, frowning at a chart of kitchen expenses as if it's done something offensive.

Dropping your pen, you head out of your office with brisk steps. You had to speak to Satoru.

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“Overworking Toge? Why, dear sister, I can't believe you're accusing me of such a thing!” Satoru puts a hand to his heart as if he was wounded by your words.

“Maybe not.” You're not going to let him weasel out of this one. “But you let the other ministers and court members walk all over him! Is Toge supposed to just sit there and take it? He's a prince, damn it!”

“Listen,” Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his desk as he uses his hands while explaining. “The ministers are just a bit frazzled, that's all. They think he forced you to skip the holiday banquet, and that he got you sick. He's good at his work, sure. But in their eyes? He just looks like a bad influence on you.”

You scoff.

“Now,” Satoru interrupts before you can say anything, “They were going to try and match you with prince Megumi—”

“Megumi's already engaged.”

“I know, I know. And that's why they're planning on pitching you with prince Yuji or princess Nobara.”

“I'm already with Toge.” You say sternly. “And what happened to not letting others make my decisions for me?”

“As far as those old goons are concerned, Toge is only the third best for you. ‘For the greatness of the empire’ and all that.” It doesn't escape you that he dodged your question. “They're going to try to push you apart until you break up or get hitched.” He leans back, crossing his arms on his chest. “Whichever comes first.”

“Why don't you stop them?” Frustrated, you run your hands through your hair. “Tell them I really like him and that they should leave him alone!”

“Sweetheart,” Satoru's tone becomes deeper, and you hate how it instantly makes you shut up. “The thing is, if Toge isn't capable of handling this, or if he backs out of your relationship because of it, he's not worth your time.”

You stare at him, unlinking. The thought of Toge leaving you had never occurred to you before, and Satoru could tell.

“I told you I would test him.” He shrugged. “It seems I'm testing you too.”

Rushing back to your office, you grab a piece of parchment and your pen from your desk. Not bothering to sit down as you write: Meet me at the gardens, by the tree. Midnight.

You fold it and hastily stuff it into an envelope. Delicately melting wax, you stamp your seal onto it before calling for your most trusted maid.

Handing her the letter, you instruct her, “Deliver this to prince Toge and prince Toge only. If anyone hinders you or attempts to read it, report back to me immediately. Go.”

She bows, and exits the room.

That night, Toge arrived before you. You note that he has a penchant for being early as he reaches to squeeze your hand. He looks you over to check if you're alright, and despite seeing nothing of concern, he asks anyway, ‘Are you okay?’

“We need to talk.” You nervously purse your lips. “The courtiers, the ministers... My brother. They've been making your work difficult.”

He sighs. ‘You found out.’

“You didn't tell me!” You rest a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly grazing your thumb over the marks near his mouth. “Do you understand what they're trying to do?”

‘Testing me.’

“Yes.” A lump forms in your throat. “Satoru said it's until you give up on me, or if you... propose.”

Heart racing, your hands can't stop fiddling with things. His face. His hair. The fastenings of his suit. “I'm just so worried. I care a great deal about you, and I just wanted to ask if you're enduring this because you want to.” You bite your lip in thought. “If it's because you're sure about... me.”

You can't look at him. You suddenly feel foolish. You should have given it a night and slept on it to gather your thoughts. You should have—

Toge embraces you. Everything stops.

You take in the view of the gardens over his shoulder. It was dark, and there was barely any light save for the stars twinkling above. You closed your eyes and let yourself be held.

Pulling away, he doesn't seem as fazed as you do, if at all. He turns to you slowly, and after taking a deep breath...

‘Marry me, then.’

You choke on air.

“Wh-what?!” A warmth creeps into your cheeks. “What are you—”

He places his hands on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He gives you a look and mouths, ‘Breathe.’ And you do.

Once you've calmed down, he begins to explain.

‘We can come forward and make a statement that we've been seeing each other with marriage in mind. Which...’ He pauses, suddenly shy. ‘I have. I've been thinking about swearing everything to you... Intertwining my future with yours.’

‘I know it's only been a few months, so we could have a long engagement if you want. For us to get to know each other more. And if—’ Toge's hands freeze, his movements are slow as if the next words pain him.

‘...If you decide to break off the engagement, I will not force you to stay with me.’

You immediately stop his hands, holding them tightly with your own.

“Toge... I wouldn't even consider this with anyone else,” You feel genuinely happy as you smile at him. “But I'm willing to try. With you. Only you.”

He glows in a way that reminds you of when you first met. His expression is soft as if he's melting, and he smiles at you brightly. You think of how lucky you are that he looks at you this way.

‘This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, but...’

Toge picks a small, white flower from a bush nearby. It faintly reminds you of the butterfly that had flown to him the last time you were here together. His eyes are focused and he frowns in concentration as he fiddles with the stem. Your heart stutters as he makes... a delicate ring.

He kneels.

You say yes.

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A letter from you and Toge arrives on Satoru's desk the next day.

‘Dearest brother,

Please approve this statement that prince Toge and I have been seeing each other, and that we have decided to get engaged. You will find the formal document stamped with our seals attached to this letter.

We expect your approval posthaste, and I will not consider any objections. Please let us know when you will be available to discuss the engagement ceremony.’

“Your highness, what should we do with these documents you had forged?”

“Oh. Hand them over.” Satoru waves a hand to dismiss the attendant after retrieving the files.

He gets up from his desk and walks to the fireplace. “I can't believe he proposed before I could falsely accuse him of treason.” He tsks and throws the documents into the fire.

His eyes find a framed photograph on the fireplace mantel. It was of him and you as children. Satoru was laughing after you ran to him for a hug. His gaze grows sad yet understanding... He won't be the first person you'll turn to anymore when you get married.

Sighing, he considers that he should be thankful you chose someone determined and true like Toge. But then Satoru grins.

“I suppose I can always mess with him as his brother-in-law.”

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[gatitties]

Can we get a part 5 of the yandere platonic jjk series? It is one of the best yandere series I’ve read and I really hope you continue it! :)

The blank pages - Web of love

"The blank pages" are untold events in the parts of web of love, as well as some headcanons or small random scenarios.

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: A little more about your life living with sorcerers and curses

─Warnings: stalking, obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

well, I don't know when I will write (if I do) the next part since it's one of the "minifanfics" that takes me the most time to write, but I can always write some headcanons or small scenarios like this :p

─ You are so fond of sorcerers that your nickname for the vast majority of them is scumbag <3, especially for Gojo, when you don't call him a poorly felled birch.

─ Once you asked Sukuna if he had gone to class with Jesus Christ, he didn't kill you on the spot because you were so tired that you seemed drugged and he felt sorry.

─ You will never admit that among all the crazy people Itadori is your favorite.

─ When Gojo wants to scold you for something, you simply apply the technique of turning up the volume to the maximum on your headphones while you nod.

─ Refusing to speak sometimes only made everyone learn your non-verbal language.

─ With each passing day you don't care if you are devoured by a curse just so you can rest in peace.

─ You once went on a solo mission (some mysterious way it happened), they almost wrapped you up like a mummy when they saw you arrive with some bruises and cuts.

─ Megumi comes to your side when he sees you nod off during the day so you can lean on his shoulder and sleep.

─ Many times you would like to punch everyone but they don't even deserve that much attention from you.

─ On a random day of the week you will be dragged by Nobara to have a sleepover, you don't complain much because you do nothing and get gossip.

─ One day you went to the Zenin clan house with Maki and you thought that you grew old during the time you spent there, for once you were glad that Maki didn't leave your side.

─ You are afraid of talking too much with Utahime because you think that if you do she will end up just as obsessed as the others, you don't want to break that feeling of talking to someone other than your family.

─ You discovered that the sorcerers entered your room at night but you decided not to confront them for the moment.

─ If Choso wasn't so overprotective and mother hen, you wouldn't mind if he treated you like a little sister.

─ He begins to silently threaten all the people who may be a potential partner for you (he threatened a cashier who told you that you looked pretty one day).

─ If you are with the villains you will say that you are part of the sorcerers' team and that you will fight against them until you die, if you are with the sorcerers, you will say the same but on the opposite side so as not to give them the benefit of knowing your thoughts.

─ Despite everyone, you have the right to go on the weekends you want to visit your family, although sometimes they will put obstacles in place so that you are delayed and miss the train.

─ Those days are your days of peace, you even decide to help at your parents' restaurant even though it is a stressful day, the pressure makes you put your feet back on the ground.

─ You submitted a letter of resignation to the studies because you thought you were qualified enough to return to your parents now that you know how to control your powers, Yaga tore the paper to pieces after you left.

─ You hope you trip and break your neck during some training, it's a shame that Panda and Toge will rush towards you even if you only stumble slightly.

─ Everyone prefers to blame someone else but you, even if you openly say that you are guilty of something, they will do mental exercise to prevent you from being guilty.

─ Sukuna is fighting to get you to join his side, whatever the reason, you will be a key piece in the outcome.

─ Of course, they don't want to get violent with you, the threats and beatings go to other people, for you they have manipulation.

─ Which you clearly detect, but you decide to play along for the moment, without knowing that you are getting more entangled in the web.

─ They probably know that you are acting but they don't care because they are getting the attention they want from you.

─ The situation is like a snake biting its tail, and you hope that when that snake dies from suffocation by its own body, you are not there.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yandere platonic #jjk x platonic reader #fem reader #jjk x fem reader #headcanons #jjk headcanons #yandere jjk #platonic reader #reader insert #sfw #yandere platonic jujutsu kaisen x reader #web of love

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𐚁֙࿐ SELFISH

inumaki toge x fem!reader

Tags — angst & fluff , happy ending , unrequited love turned requited , slight yuuji x inumaki? not really but reader interprets it that way , jealously

Notes — none

Y/N knew.

Well, obviously, she's been at least somewhat aware from the beginning. It's not like Inumaki was ever all that subtle with the feelings he harbored towards her.

She just didn't know how to react, it's not like she's a very likable person— she's an okay friend at best, but she's plenty aware that romantically, she's far from what someone wishes from a partner.

"...Ah?" Y/N mumbles as she stares at Inumaki, blinking slowly as she attempts to process the confession that left his lips.

It's rare that Inumaki speaks— most words being either an order towards a cursed spirit or, more commonly, the onigiri ingredients he uses to communicate with others.

She never thought she would hear a confession of all things from his voice.

Of course, Y/N's known since near the beginning of his crush— but that's all she thought it was, a crush. Something minor that'll go away in a few weeks, at most a month.

Maybe she should've grown concerned when nearly a year has passed and he remained unrelenting about his affections.

Even so, Y/N never thought she would have to worry about being confessed to— assuming that the cursed speech user couldn't, not even considering the fact that the words wouldn't be perceived as a command.

Maybe she shouldn't have left his feelings without a comment, maybe she shouldn't have given them the chance to grow, maybe she should've stopped this before it all started.

Yet, Y/N knew that no matter what she did, she couldn't change her past choices— no matter how regrettable they were.

"I'm... sorry." Y/N struggles a brief moment, the words feeling odd in her mouth yet soon continues on— knowing that she at least owes Inumaki this much. "I don't return your feelings."

"I, uh," Y/N glances away, the heavy feeling in her chest expanding, enveloping her lungs as her throat tightens. "I hope this won't affect anything with us being friends... nor anything with the other second years."

"Sorry, Inumaki."

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At first, Y/N didn't think it would change much.

It's not like she particularly cared whether or not the feelings Inumaki held for her were romantic or not.

Yet, as the boy's lingering touches started to fade away, the extra time they spent together dwindling till it was no more than the time she would spend with Maki or Panda, Y/N felt something almost hollow in her chest.

She knows that her being upset over him not even attempting to earn her love was disgustingly selfish— especially when she couldn't even bother to attempt to reciprocate.

Yet Y/N missed it. She missed their late night conversations after everyone else was already long asleep, she missed the way his gaze would stare at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, she missed feeling like she was his person.

She does her best to ignore the repulsive thoughts that seep into the crevices of her mind.

Instead, she offers a carefree laugh and a jokingly dismissive wave of her hand to Maki. "Some stuff happened on my latest mission, but it's nothing major. Sorry if I've been more sulky lately."

"But it's great to know that the Zen'in Maki cares enough to notice." Y/N adds with a teasing look thrown the girl's way.

"Don't call me with my family name." Maki replies irritably, glaring back at Y/N with no real malice other than traces of mild annoyance.

Y/N glances over to the side out of the corner of her eye— a barely noticeable action that not even Maki seemed to catch.

Inumaki was still staring down at his phone, typing whatever it is without a singular glance her way.

Y/N looks forward again, ignoring the self-centered thoughts once again attempting to flood her brain.

It's fine, Y/N convinces herself, it's not like she deserves his love at the end of the day— not when she can't even be considerate enough to reciprocate.

Despite herself, the thoughts don't do much to even slightly convince Y/N.

━━━━

Inumaki has been spending more time around the newest first year— Itadori Yuuji.

Now, don't get her wrong, Y/N doesn't have anything against the guy, he's sweet and empathetic and everything she's not.

But that seems to be what's causing her irritation.

Itadori is so disgustingly kind, so considerate to others even if their words are harsh and cruel. His desire to save as many people as humanely possible— no matter who they are or what they've done —is thoroughly selfless.

He's nothing like Y/N.

Despite that, Inumaki seems to be spending more and more time with him as the days go past.

Did he really get over her that fast? Y/N wonders, and the thought should bring her some sort of relief— she should be happy that he was able to move on and be with someone who can reciprocate his feelings.

Yet all it does it leave a bitter taste on her tongue.

Y/N groans into the silence of her room, dragging a hand down her face as she stares up at the ceiling with an irked expression.

Why does she care so much?

The question hangs over her as she droops her eyes shut, attempting to ignore her irritation as the same scenes play in her head over and over again— of Inumaki and Itadori training together, hanging out, doing all the things that he used to do with her.

With a sigh of thinly veiled annoyance, Y/N opens her eyes again, glaring into the ceiling as if doing so would erase the memories ingrained into her.

Deep down, she vaguely recognizes that this isn't normal— she shouldn't be so worked up over someone who she rejected moving on with his feelings and finding someone else.

Still, the image of Inumaki and Itadori together...

With another sigh, Y/N turns onto her stomach and buries her head in her pillow, clinging onto it tightly as she presses her skin against the soft warmth of the fabric.

Getting so worked up over some guy.. ugh, how far has she fallen? Acting like some lovesick schoolgirl—

Lovesick? Y/N echoes the word in her head— eyes widening at her stray thoughts as she sits up abruptly, pillow held tightly in her hands over her lap.

Lovesick... Love? Is she—

━━━━

E/C eyes flicker around the hallway, pouring in through the open windows as it casts an orange hue over the wooden floors and walls, the sun slowly disappearing behind the trees.

Where is he? Y/N wonders, turning around another corner as she vaguely wonders if she should just give up and try again later—

Y/N blinks as her eyes land on Inumaki, he didn't seem to take note of her yet, looking down at his phone as he stands by one of the windows, leaning against the frame with his upper body just slightly leaning out.

Just for a moment, Y/N hesitates, wondering if she truly has any right to tell him.

But still, at the same time, Y/N was selfish.

Even when in denial over her own feelings, she wasn't willing to lose Inumaki entirely yet still played oblivious to the way he felt about her, even when he made it painfully obvious.

"Inumaki." Y/N calls, evening out her tone into a casual one as she leans against the windowsill next to him.

Inumaki blinks, looking up at her with a look of surprise, but soon recovers as he returns her greeting. "Konbu."

After the short greeting, he leans back, about to turn and walk away—

Y/N grabs his hand in a sudden grip, surprising bother Inumaki and herself at the desperation in her actions.

"I, uh..." Y/N's words die in her throat, struggling as she looks down— feeling purple eyes stare down at her in confusion.

"I'm sorry." Y/N blurts out, vaguely wishing she had planned what she was going to say before hand. "When I rejected you I wasn't..."

"Takana?" Inumaki asks with a concerned lilt to his voice, his gaze never straying off of her for even a second.

Guiltily, she realizes she feels a surge of enjoyment at his attention being turned back to her— only her.

"I like you." Y/N confesses before she can think better of it. "A lot. I didn't... I didn't realize, but after you confessed I just..."

"I'm sorry." Y/N adds, letting go of his hand so quickly as if it had burned her— pulling it back to her chest as her gaze remains away from him, not being able to bear seeing whatever expression was on his face.

"I get it's way too late, and I'm glad you're happy with Itadori, I just needed to—"

A pair of lips meet her, eyes blowing wide open as her gaze shifts up to meet Inumaki's— him pulling away a moment later.

The kiss was soft, far from Y/N's first, yet so much gentler than any of her previous ones.

Y/N stares at Inumaki in surprise, a hand hovering over her lips as she tries to process what just happened.

"Okaka." Inumaki says, pointing to the part just under his eyes— where Itadori's second set is —before shaking his head.

"You and Itadori aren't...?" Y/N trails off, the unfinished question making her eyes widen with relief seeping into her.

"Shake." Inumaki replies, putting his forehead against hers as she makes an 'oh' sound.

A small smile melts onto her lips at the confirmation, shoulders relaxing as she looks up at Inumaki. Something so genuinely fond in his eyes that it almost makes Y/N concerned if she can match it.

To keep this— whatever's going on between them —she thinks, hopes she can.

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[jennifer-jeong]

[Fluff + Comfort] [Various x Reader] Warm Tea and Hugs

CONTENTS

Gender neutral reader, reader is ugly crying, shared home, hugs, kisses, comfort, fluff, established relationship, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES

Pick your favorite character and read! The wording might not perfectly fit all characters I’ve listed so I apologize for making anyone too OC. Also feel free to pick a character I didn’t list! This fic is for you and your personal comfort :) Also! If you’re reading and you’re feeling down, I hope this is able to help even if just a little bit. Just know you are indeed doing great and you’re not alone. Please take care of yourselves! Mwah.

ITADORI YUJI, OKKOTSU YUTA, TOGE INUMAKI (SEE NOTE 1 at the bottom), Gojo Satoru, KAVEH, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, THOMA, KAEYA, CHILDE, VENTI, Tighnari, Xiao, Kamisato Ayato, MARIUS VON HAGEN, LUKE PEARCE, RAFAYEL, Xavier, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kuroo Tetsuro, SABITO, AMAJIKI TAMAKI, NITORI AIICHIROU, HEARTSTEAL APHELIOS (SEE NOTE 2), Heartsteel Ezreal, SHXTOU (vtuber Shoto), Howl, OR any babygirl man <3

Word Count: 996

You weren’t unfamiliar with the current feeling you were having but it still sucked nonetheless. You’ve been having a bad day, week, month, basically it’s just been sucky. One of your preferred ways of coping was just to cry, sometimes with your sad playlist to get it flowing. Basically, let it all out with a good cry and hope it gets better. You were fine to cry alone, if anything it was better that no one had to see you like this. You could ugly cry all you wanted and not have to be perceived. But both fortunately and unfortunately your boyfriend came home a few hours early. He was supposed to be out for work until early tomorrow morning but he wanted to see you and surprise you by coming the night before, albeit late at night. He called out your name happily to locate you within your shared home. You trust him so when you heard him you didn’t feel the need to hide or pretend you weren’t crying. You called out his name to signal you were in your room and immediately he could tell something was off. Your voice was hoarse and cracked and so he quickly put down his stuff to speed walk over to you. When he opened the door and saw you crying he immediately rushed to you to envelop you in a hug. “Baby what’s wrong?” he said with a slight pout and concern in his eyes. He loved you so much and just wanted to make you smile and happy, he knew that emotions were normal and that having a good cry is good, he even does it himself sometimes heh. But he hates to see you cry, it breaks his heart a bit. He ushers you to the bed so you can both sit and hug comfortably. You tell him that it’s just been a lot and you rant a bit about your troubles. You don’t say a lot but he doesn’t need to hear the details to know how you feel and how to comfort you. “I’m so sorry darling. Listen, I love you so much and I’m sorry you have to go through this right now. I wish I could take this all away for you and maybe I can’t but I know that I can try my hardest to try and help. You’re such a sweetheart and a gentle soul and you deserve the world.” He gives you forehead kisses as he wipes your tears with a tissue he grabbed from your table. He hugs you tight as you ugly cry a little from his words. “You’re doing amazing, darling. You’re always doing your best and I hope you never forget that. You’ve told me so much about you and your past and I hope you know how strong you are.” He strokes your hair and your back as he says this. You feel his heartbeat, his body, and the vibrations of his voice against you as he speaks. “Let it out, we’ll get you a snack, and we’ll sleep, you can deal with whatever else tomorrow. For tonight please just rest, you always work so hard.” You pull back to give him a small nod. He smiles at how cute you are even while crying and gives you a long, reassuring kiss. He cups your face with his hands and wipes your tears a bit with his thumbs. You both pull back and you croak out “I’m sorry that you had to come back just to worry about me and comfort me.” “You always take such good care of me, this is the least I can do. Let me know how else I can help support you. If you need more hugs, kisses, reassurance, or anything at all, just tell me. Okay?” He says warmly, smiling at you with soft adoration in his eyes. You nod again as tears flow out because he’s treating you so sweetly. “Thank you… I love you so much and I appreciate you,” you say, half crying, as you kiss him. “No need to thank me baby. I love you so much too.” You sit with your foreheads pressed together for a bit as you finish crying. “Let’s get you a snack sweetheart,” he says while standing up and offering you his hand. You nod and smile.

He holds your hand all the way to the kitchen and it makes you giggle and your heart flutter. He makes you both cups of your favorite tea but decaf because you need to sleep! He grabs you some of your shared collection of snacks and you head back to the bed. You finish your tea together while chatting about his recent work/mission and you both feel warm from the tea and also just from each other. You put down your cups and lay down to cuddle. He turns the lights off and wraps his arms around you. He lays on his back to let you sleep on his chest with one arm around you and the free one brushing through your hair. “I love you so much. Never forget that. I hope that you also love yourself as much as I love you because you deserve it. If you can’t right now, that’s okay, we’ll do it together, slowly.” You share a few more kisses as you tell him you love him too, that you’ll definitely try, and that you hope he loves himself like that too. Your hearts are full as you drift into sleep together. Maybe the future will be nice, but even if it isn’t, it doesn’t matter. You’ll always have him and he’ll always have you. He’s given you the power to love yourself and you’ve given the same back. Life will inevitably get hard but you feel like that you might just be able to face it because you’re not alone. You both doze off into the night, smiling in each other's embrace.

NOTES (YES I KNOW THEY CAN’T TALK LOL HERE ARE MY EXPLANATIONS) NOTE 1: personal headcanon that will be in Inumaki’s own fic eventually: Inumaki learned to not funnel cursed energy into his speech for short periods of time and he uses it for when you really need to hear his voice, you can also help him suppress the cursed energy by blocking it with yours by mentally aiming it at his throat. NOTE 2: since this is for heartsteel Aphelios (because I haven’t researched regular Aphelios’s lore enough yet) it seems that he can still talk, he just chooses not to. He lost his ability to sing but I haven’t found anything that says he can’t speak or use his vocal chords. In game, he still has the ability to yell or grunt when he’s attacking or even doing his emotes. I just headcanon that he doesn’t like how his voice sounds after losing his singing voice (even though you reassure him he really does sound the same) and it also strains him to speak for too long. But, he will speak to you commonly in short bursts, or will speak when you need to hear him.

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#fluff #comfort #jjk fluff #j's silly ramblings #yuji itadori x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #tears of themis x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #shxtou x reader #howl x reader #sabito x reader #tamaki x reader #rafayel x reader #sugawara x reader #aphelios x reader #thoma x reader #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader

[darlingpwease]

AAAHHHHANDOQLWM YESS YES YES

I love ur mind omgomg–

Locking him up all for yourself,, cherishing him all the time <33

He trusts you, so he knows this is for his own good, right?? You are the only person he can be with. You are the only person who will take care of him the way he deserves. You are the only one for him. And he is the only one for you. He sees that, right??

Although kidnapping bringing him home might have caught him off guard, he will love it, right? He is where he belongs. He knows that. He must.

And when he indulges you?? AAA fuck it's so cute <333 he just can't help but feel so happy when he sees how much you adore him, even if it's in a... unique way.

He adores it so much that he can't help but only want you, so much so that he hasn't even thought about yelling his friends that he's alright (not that they're here anymore to ask, but that's okay)

The kisses exchanged definitely are more enough for him to happily stay here all for you <333

-panna cotta

SEPARATION ANXIETY

next to you I'm not myself; next to you I'm yours

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, mild touch starvation, kidnapping, pet names (puppy-like♡), power imbalance, fingers in mouth [once; yuuta], from lovers-but-not to lovers-but-red-flag, mild size kink / size difference, collaring [yuuta], mention of drugging [?] [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), heavy petting, mild somnophilia [?], rough treatment, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, sex marathon / hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), bondage (tied hands, yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons (2sfw + 3nsfw), ±6000 words; yuuta's genitals are ambiguous ('cum', 'juice), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a 'dick' ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, yandere!reader

NOTE: more a random set of thoughts than something conscious, but you know... you know... also thank you for responding,,,,, mwah♡

Yuuta was small and gentle; anxious, timid, but very caring and affectionate, nervous even if you caught a common cold (anxiously asking if you are dying and what he can do for you), clinging to your hand when you watch a horror movie (under Maki's snide laugh when Toge tries to do the same, together with Yuuta, fearfully hiding with the help of you), — but always finding words and actions to calm and caress, as if you were stroking a cute fluffy puppy that brought your favorite thing and now trying to curl up on your lap to remind that you're loved.

Perhaps, for a bigger entourage, he lacked only a T-shirt with your name circled in a heart, and a glowstick — like those that are waved at idols' concerts to the beat of songs. Even if you could not call yourself an idol or any celebrity, Yuuta made you feel that way from the moment when you've met; he looked with doe eyes, having previously managed to make a mistake wherever he could and only hoping that you came with good intentions — and look absolutely smitten when you only offered help and some food, seeing that he couldn't even enjoy his snack, lying somewhere on the ground.

... Maybe you were too involved with him, especially when even Maki points this out, teasing almost reproaching for how involved you have become with your new, hm, friend, constantly dragging everywhere with you — and not that it was a problem that he became a new member, but that you would rather refuse to meet with them than allow Yuuta to be more than a few hours without you, as if afraid that he might disappear if you stay without him for a while.

But regardless of what they thought, you just couldn't stop being maybe a little too involved with him, even if he no longer needed such aggressive patronage — it's not that you asked him and it's not that Yuuta was against spending almost every free time with you, making you feel more and more fascinated by those little things like how he was doing volunteering, wrapped himself in a blanket almost to nose, was constantly freezing, liked to cuddle and often hid a cold nose in your neck, falling asleep as soon as you hugged him, although on normal days he could write to you at four o'clock in the morning because he could not sleep.

(It's not that Yuuta cares about himself more than necessary at all, preferring takeaway food, energetics and not sleeping until everything is done, always looking as if a little more and circles under his eyes will become bags.)

You start 'dating' closer to winter, when "random kisses", hugs all night, timid contact of fingers and pathetic in its obvious flirting starting to annoy both of you (in addition to others), while the courtship was no longer so satisfying, even if things, which he still brought to you like some kind of gifts to the deity, only got better and better. Besides, not only the gifts became more beautiful: it was pointless to deny that Yuuta was only getting prettier and prettier every day, attracting more attention, like a fragile decorative rose blooming, only thornless — and therefore even more vulnerable to anyone who tries to pick and take with them. And the feeling of him, becoming too mesmerizing, only made you more nervous, even in spite of his appearance, saying that he would follow you anywhere and you just had to whistle for him to come running.

You, however, can't take such a risk, seeing other people's views, even if there is "no reason to worry he's absolutely stunned & would stick to ur hip if could" — and you want to tell Toge that it's a little more difficult, reading words from the phone screen in his hands, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud, because even if Toge sometimes behaves like a teasing prick, he never writes what he is not sure of less than completely, especially when so psychically guesses thoughts,

and for a moment you think that Yuuta has all the more surely already understood everything from your behavior (this would explain a lot),

but you can't force yourself to relax anyway.

Even when Yuuta reaches out to you, wanting only to kiss until he gets dizzy, ignoring the pain from your nails squeezing him tightly while he moans, fidgeting restlessly from overwhelming sensations that for a moment make him want to cry from how much he adores you, — you can't stop feeling as if under your skin thorns grow; Yuuta hastily kisses your skin, touching with warm lips in blind worship, squeeze so hard that your bones might ache, — but you only feel even worse, knowing that none of this can be long, eternal. Your Yuuta, your kind, sweet Yuuta, with thin red lips, sparkling eyes and the most tender gaze, looking up at you in blissful adoration, will never always be here for you. You still can't call him 'lover' — even after mutually confessed, you still felt so far away from him, as if you first met and are about to get closer,

while irritably kissing-biting in bed until his lips hurt.

In the end, if what you are experiencing is the desire to "infect and be infected", then you are trying to contact the vaccinated, and the thought that perhaps this is not so significant for Yuuta makes you dig into his sensitive skin. He's not so dependent on you anymore, is he? In a sense, you are no longer so important to him — he has new friends, new things to do, new pursuits, and even if you disappear from his life, it will be a blow and a hole, but not to the extent that he will never recover from it.

The only thing you will do is make room for someone who wants to be with him for a long time, being interested in a cute kind boy who is tall enough to make others look up — especially with his affectionate smile and altruistic personality that does not like conflicts or quarrels. It's not that you were so needed or useful; rather, everything that was happening was connected with you more out of pity than out of dependence. Yuuta no longer needs supervision and support; he no longer has a reason to spend all his time with you or to follow like your tail when he can be alone, still attracting people to him.

He is with you simply because wants to; he allows it, but does not need, and when you think for too long that maybe you are too dependent on him, too addicted to the cute, timid boy who does not communicate well with others and likes to hang out with you because you are good, even “cozy”,

then you can't stop the flow of thoughts until bedtime.

“Oh, a trip? No, not really; I thought that, um, it's too long. Even if it would be useful for me, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I understand that this is an infrequent opportunity, and it's recommended, but I don't want to be away... uh, away from, from here. Yes.”

“Mh? No problem. I don't quite understand what kind of surprise you want to arrange, but if that's what you want, then I agree to everything... Tell me if you need any help, okay?”

“I know you only want the best for me, so of course I'll wait obediently. If that's what makes you happy, then I'm happy too...”

“The only thing I want is for us to always be together.”

Yuuta has a scattering of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders when summer comes, pale orange kisses of the sun, but in winter they look like little spots that you want to bite, leaving marks, silently convincing him to stop trying to calm you down and accept when you squeeze his hands, continuing to leave your own scattering on skin, looking more like the chain you made him wear.

Your kisses are scorchingly good, as if he is being held on a slow-burning fire, waiting until he understands something important, but Yuuta does not have a single guess even when you do not react to his plaintive quiet whining from the abrupt cessation of affection, only holding in place. But even his heavy breathing and gentle pleas to continue remain unanswered, as if ignoring how needy he remained, excited enough to tremble when you touch his chest, letting him feel your breath on sensitive hot skin. Even his wet puppy-dog look remains without any reaction when you close his eyes, bending down to ruddy ear, forcing him to stop breathing from too close, sweet touch, as if his heart might stop, unable to withstand too much desired proximity.

Yuuta does not know what he is thinking when agrees to everything you say, only wishing that you would not stop, perfectly aware that you would not offer anything bad, you are always so good, so perfect that the only thing that can go wrong is that it was spoiled by his wrong behavior.

Maybe you were wrong sometimes, but harm him? Never — even when fingers touch neck; kissing his wet hot cheeks, assuring that you are doing everything only for him, you are always here only for him, and everything you can, you give only to him. The most dear and precious thing in life that you would like to always have with you, with whom you would like to create a family and a home where you can always return; it would be nice if Yuuta lived as a sweet spouse, wouldn't it?

When he turns his head so sweetly to the side, letting you kiss face and neck, you can't help but think that the most correct thing would be to just keep him in your pocket, hidden from everyone, and know that he will always be there, no matter what happens,

and this makes his head spin too much, as if from euphoria,

but when Yuuta tries to tell you this, you just kiss without letting him utter a word, almost purring about how small and pretty he is, like a toy, and so cute that you would like to bite to cope with all these sensations; but he's already yours, so you shouldn't worry, right? Always and forever yours.

It's all good. He can relax. He's safe. You take care of it.

You know what you're doing,

and when he hears it, he feels too safe to question anything, like how your words sound, or what you're doing besides snuggling up to him.

In the end, it doesn't matter — he feels so tired, warm, wet, so blissful that even an inarticulate whisper that you will bring him home seems like a fantasy created by overexcited brain, so confused and foggy from just a few kisses, he loves you so much, and even when you gently stroke him, assuring that he will soon be good, he wants to say that he is already good, so good, and you are so good, too good for him, and

he loves you so MUCH,

even when his consciousness begins to slip away under your loving touch.

Everything around seems to be a hazy line between reality and sleep, which inflamed tired mind created, looking for something that could make him wake up and be pulled out of the created illusion, but there are no running shadows, no glittering eyes — nothing that would make him wake up from delirium, it's as if he was trapped in this unfamiliar dark room, anxiously realizing that you are not around, but not being able to get up and look for you, unable to move, even when heart starts beating faster from growing anxiety and fear that something has happened to you.

But when your — he knows that your, he feels — hands touch him, stroking his hair, saying that now he is at home, no one and nothing will stop, you will be a family now, Yuuta cannot even mentally refuse, only knowing that you are satisfied with the gentle silence caused by his obedience. Your words sound like through a column of water, and his body is so weak, wadded, and you keep saying something, but he can't even listen, catching the words abruptly, — almost purring when you stroke his face, slowly descending with your fingers to his neck.

But something else is pressing against his skin — what makes him start to come to his senses.

You knew it would look great.

♡ Yuuta lies on the bed, wrapped in a nice blanket, draws in an album, reads books that you bring and leave, and sometimes watches TV; even if there are many more things, lying wherever possible (including a laptop without an Internet connection), which you have prepared to occupy him while he "trying to understand everything" or when you are busy, Yuuta has already noticed that his long passivity is more likely to cause your arrival than the appearance that he is happy, and even if it is manipulative — it is he who is locked up here, isn't it?

Compared to the fact that he can't go anywhere outside the room without permission, the fact that he forces you to come and spend time with him, since you can't see him so sad, are little things that are easy to close eyes to, especially when you sit on the bed, making his heart skips a beat from excitement, and stroke, asking what you can do for him — besides letting out, of course. Why would he leave if you're here, right? He has no need to leave this house, if only here you can always be together, as he wanted. Now it's a new house that you both will make the most cozy and pleasant place, in which you can live together as you wanted, spending all the time with each other, as if stuck together. Wasn't that what he craved, clinging to you and guarding at the entrance, waiting for you to come out to pick him up? After all, he wanted to live together — and isn't this room that you have prepared for him wonderful?

Yuuta shouldn't be too upset; for everyone, he is "on a trip to another country", only you know that he stayed, preferring to be with you, so he should stop being naughty, even if it may cause inconvenience since this is not the room he is used to — but you didn't become different! You still love him and want to stay with him forever, and he will soon realize that, in fact, his feelings have not changed either, even if the situation has become different!

For him, there should be you and only you, even if he could have already weaned himself from this feeling — but when his arms are wrapped around you, poking his nose, curling up around, you know that you are saying all this for a reason. Yuuta hears and listens, knowing that you are doing this for him, and he is not at all as persistent as you thought he would be, saying that 'this is a lie' — rather, it seemed to you that nothing has changed, he will even eat from your hands if you want. And even knowing that it can only be a trap, designed to lull your caution and convince you that he is tame, you can't brush him off, but playing with his hair while he's napping, almost purring with pleasure, like a huge cat, as if his neck isn't chained with a collar with your name on it — and as if he is not the victim who should fight instead of hiding in your hands and calling you just to spend even more time together.

he can only do this to deceive you.

But when you look at his sleeping gentle face, finally finding peace after the restless expectation of your arrival, for some reason you feel too relaxed, involuntarily realizing that yes, he is here, he is at home,

you are at home.

... Yuuta still wraps himself in a blanket when wants you to come, pampering him with your attention and caresses, but you can't help but take a little more things with you than usual, sometimes sitting for several hours, enjoying his measured breathing during sleep or a loving look from somewhere under the blanket while you're working (even if you still can't figure out why everything looks more like living together than semi-forced relocation).

♡ Of course, you spend enough time together every day — besides the fact that Yuuta has to get used to you again and start trusting, realizing that this was done for the sake of your and his love, you just loved to hang out like nothing happened, and Yuuta doesn't mind; putting his head on your shoulder when you speak, offering to play or watch, sometimes just lying on bed and chatting, almost wrapping around you, making sure that you are completely squeezed and caught by him, not being able to escape in any case.

Yuuta is not physically strong, at least not so strong that you would have any problems with it in case of a physical confrontation, but you still can't find the strength to brush him off when he comfortably lies down next to you or on you, poking his nose, as if trying to merge from how insistently Yuuta presses in search of your warmth; when his skin tingles from an unusual sensation, even in spite of how often you caress him, letting him hide face in your chest or hug, holding tight, almost puppy-like poking at you, waiting for you to be able to give him attention. Perhaps from that moment he became even more needy and clingy, even if you can't say that he spends more time alone now than before — but he still whines when you want to leave and diligently prepares for your arrival, just to keep you longer, sometimes trying desperately to convince you to stay with him for the night or hold him until he falls asleep.

And although you can't be too frivolous, knowing that your beloved is more than cunning, you still can't leave the room earlier than a few hours, spending all the time hugging him, kissing his face and saying how good he is, almost shamelessly pampering and caressing, being simply unable to leave until you tell him how glad you are that he is so calm and understanding, especially when he wraps around in response, gently kissing, saying that he is happy to be with you, while your fingers touch his neck, outlining the letters of your name, which Yuuta does not try to hide even if his cheeks are blushing, feeling your slow touch.

Perhaps, he blushes even more only when you start to pamper and cherish him even more fiercely, spending every second to make sure that he feels loved, knowing that only you can love him so much, only you can take care of him and make his head spin with delight, knowing that you are not even planning to stop yet — until you make sure that he definitely remembers something, seeing his dusty look or the rosy tips of his ears when he hides face in the pillow, but does not try to run away or move away.

Not that even running away can help him when you kiss, playing with his hair, whispering about how precious he is, how glad you are that he is where he should be, how good that he is so pliable and affectionate — just like before, when he couldn't live without you, almost crying when you wanted to leave him and clinging so desperately during the goodbye that even if he didn't say anything, you could feel how upset he was. Only now you will not go anywhere and will not leave, just like him — now you will always be together, like the family he wanted so much when begged you never to give up on him, hiding his face in your clothes, drinking too much to even realize that you are not pushing him away, but trying to help, and digging his fingers into your skin so hard that bruises appeared there.

Of course, now you will make sure that this will not happen again — you swear that you will love him and spoil him until he realizes how much you adore him, since you are destined to be together forever now.

And the fact that Yuuta makes your head spin, as if from a euphoric attack, when his thin, hot lips kiss yours, makes you only more intoxicated.

♡ You and Yuuta have never had penetrative sex. Not that it was anything strange, a sufficient number of couples do not do it before the wedding to "be clean", but for Yuuta it was never a matter of innocence or giftedness — your body seemed incredible, exciting, and the thought that you would go even further was connected with something more intimate and deep, which made his heart sink into embarrassment and shame, realizing that he wants a lot; much more than you are certainly ready to give, already overly cherishing someone as needy and clumsy as he is, who might as well spend days in bed with you without getting out. If Yuuta asked for even more, he would simply be greedy, if not desperate, begging you to let him continue and try to take even more even when you are clearly exhausted.

But when your fingers slide over his hips, assuring him to continue rubbing even if his movements become clumsy with excitement, Yuuta is close to drooling, whining your name while you encourage him not to stop, blindly whispering praise and enthusiastic words; when he fidgets nervously, feeling you stop, making him stay a little apart, apologizing in a muffled voice at the sight of his confused, ruddy expression — to immediately pull him on yourself, pressing even harder, hearing only his enthusiastic, amazed moan when your bodies touch again.

Wet, hot, soft — as if every time your fingers squeeze it, Yuuta becomes even more pleasant to the touch, like a cute toy, too pretty to resist temptation, convincing him not to cling so tightly while you hump him, taking care that every movement causes him to moan mixed with whining, every time making you tremble with delight, knowing that it is you who make him feel like this, that it is you who are holding him in your hands now, that it is you who are the center of his attention and the only one he can think of is you.

His arms are hugging you so tightly, trying to move more sharply, more confidently, listening only to your approving words, feeling how his clothes are getting too tight, but not having the opportunity to undress, fearing that you may disappear, slip away, remove him from your hips as soon as he is distracted — almost forcing him to slide on you, making sure that he is not too carried away and moves comfortably, even if you want, need more,

it is not enough,

it's so not enough that you would rather press him down hard and move on your own, but instead say something to make sure that he knows 'everything is fine', even if you can't stop squeezing and grabbing him in a shameless manner, causing him to tremble.

... His waist is easy to wrap around, like a doll's, with unmarked uncovered skin, easily turning red when you press on it — but even if he wanted to somehow hinder you by finishing teasing strokes, it would be impossible. His hands are not tied so tightly that it hurts, leaving red marks, but if Yuuta jerks sharply, he will still experience pain — and it seems more than fair to you, even if he cannot stop twitching from the lightest touch, squirming when you are distracted, trying to attract attention again, almost suffocating when you actually return, carefully exposing his body further and further. But even if his body tries to shrink, hide from the caress, trembling when you deliberately slowly move fingers higher — and immediately grab, changing the tease to a rough grip, until his body relaxes again, humbling, letting you do whatever you want; squeezing and rubbing while Yuuta wants to start squirming again, feeling how everything inside him pulsates and burns whenever you touch.

When you're so focused on him that without noticing (or pretending) gaze, looking into your eyes, wishing to ask you to be more merciful, — but just bites his lips, holding himself in place, afraid that even a hint of a desire to pause will be perceived as a desire to stop everything that is happening "which he simply cannot express openly",

but going insane when you paw his body, squeezing and groping until Yuuta starts whining, trembling from excessive affection, making his eyes water; desperately drooling when you only become even more enthusiastic, as if concentrating on make him even louder; sighs, moans, screams, whining, whimpering, suffocating sounds — everything that can prove what he is now so vulnerable and open to you, afraid only that you will decide to stop when his thighs are so wet and hot. While you continue to kiss, making him feel abnormal with delight, mixed with how sensitive his body is after you play, that even a light breath is enough for him to start wriggling again, trying to crawl away, but being deftly caught by the hips, not allowing to dodge your touches.

Even if tying him up might look a little hasty, you were more than aware of how smart your beloved is and that you can't trust him in this position until you make sure he won't do anything silly or hide dangerous objects somewhere. No matter how much you loved him, being willing to do anything for him, it didn't make sense if he was trying to fight back, luring with false submission and enthusiasm.

However, the way Yuuta whined in frustration when you moved, struggling with the ropes to touch you, awkwardly trying to wrap legs around to snuggle closer — made you feel dizzy, feeling his heart beating feverishly under your fingers from overexcitation and inability to reach the peak. When was the last time you saw him like this? When has he been so horny and adorable in the past, even if he behaved like an puppy? When he was just as desperate to stick in an attempt to find satisfaction, even if you gave him nothing but even more stimulation, from which his body could not stop shaking?

When was the last time Yuuta looked at you like that,

being ready to do anything if only you would start spoiling him again?

He immediately understands what you want when you touch his lips, looking into wet misty eyes and caressing hot cheeks, — and silently agrees, opening mouth, letting you slide inside and pushing fingers further, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly. But when you resume the movement, just so that he feels incredibly good, letting him feel how excited you are, Yuuta gently bites your fingers, urging you not to delay, even when gasps whenever you push it too deep, making adorable sounds mixed with tears from excitement and discomfort, from which he can't refuse, insisting that you don't stop.

If you could, you would capture this moment forever, in this stuffy dark room with Yuuta, for whom you were the center of everything.

And the fact that you whisper praise to him, without ceasing to rub and squeeze, talking about how hot and pliable he is, even better than when you fucked him before, you want to breed him so much right now — it's enough for him to cum in front of your eyes, knowing that you are not taking them away from him.

And Yuuta adores it — even when the ropes dig into his skin again while trying to hug you,

because it doesn't matter so much when you look at him in such a way that he is ready to lose consciousness.

♡ Yuuta has a little belly — such that you can easily cover most of it with palm, especially when stroking, seeing his excited gaze directed at your hand, understanding that you calm him down before start, being ready to stop at any moment. But for someone scared, he is already too wet, especially when your fingers slide lower, getting under his clothes, while lips are gently kissing his ruddy face, carefully preparing him and relaxing under constant caresses that stupefy him no less than your presence so close that he can feel your breath.

Was it his fault that from one kiss he was ready to agree to anything you want? Definitely not — especially when you whisper that you are ready, tearing an intimate touch under his plaintive whining, and slowly spread his hips, showing wet spots and trembling legs; the clothes slip off his legs easily, but you don't let him cross them, stroking soothingly, assuring that everything will be fine, even when your touch is too close to the wet bottom of his stomach, almost teasing, helping him switch from fear to excitement, reminding what you want to give during your first time, letting him feel how serious you are when you snuggle up to the soaked fabric of his underwear.

However, even when your fingers, wet from lube and pre-cum, gently stretch him, carefully pushing and filling; even when Yuuta whines about how 'empty and ready ', shaking again from the orgasm; even when you feel so excited that you are ready to directly make him to turn on stomach, fucking until such a state that he will definitely breed up to the point of losing consciousness — you know that Yuuta is not prepared yet, that you must continue if you want him to feel good, even if he squeezes you so greedily, as if assuring you to just stay inside, enjoying his warm and pliability. So wet that you can hear squelching sounds mixed with heavy breathing and moans when you are too persistent, while he drools, squeezing again only to cum, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as you continue through the orgasm, not even giving him a possible respite.

If it was an ordinary time, you would have stopped the last time, but you just keep fondling and stretching, feeling that he is still too tight and tense.

By the time the fingers disappear, Yuuta no longer understands anything, experiencing the last waves of orgasm with the realization that this is not the end, even if he physically can no longer, only obediently letting you throw his legs over your shoulders, completely trusting himself to you,

even when he is filled again, much more than before, trembling from the orgasm that has not yet passed and from painful pleasure, feeling how every part of body aches from the incessant fondling — especially when you you lift his hips slightly, making them even more comfortable on shoulders, letting him feel how deep you are, without encountering any resistance from his tired swollen body, sticky with juice and sweat, ideally taking you so deep that with every breath he can see how his stomach bulges.

Some time ago, he didn't even dare to think about how you would fuck him, tying his hands and forcing him to cum until he turns out to be so weak in your arms, — but now the only thing he can think about is how good it feels when you don't stop, gradually becoming rougher, not being shy of wet slaps from which his cheeks seem to blush even more, nor the moans that become loud again every time you drive inside. When he incoherently purrs something, trying to praise, but everything turns into inarticulate screams interrupted by new thrusts, stretching him well and wide for you, like a cute toy, too weak to even help you, let alone 'fight back', not even being able to finish when he shivers from too intense sensations, squeezing you even tighter.

His body is hot, soft, wet, greedy, looking for pleasure even when he has already received enough and should not be so needy, but still trying to make you cum in him to feel good, full, as it should be, even if he can only stick out his tongue, begging you to kiss him, and suffocate while you gently but deeply kiss him, not at all with the same force with which you stuff him, preparing to accept everything you give, forcing him to slide on soaked sheets sticking to the skin from how excited he is, stupidly looking for you in puppy addiction even when Yuuta can't anymore — and when he whines shrilly, choking, seeing stars in front of eyes with delight and painful stimulation while his stomach is filled with you, becoming so hot and rounded that his body relaxes even more, letting the cum flow out while Yuuta blissfully closes eyes, breathing heavily with his mouth open, straining and immediately unclenching.

When you gently press on his stomach, Yuuta just whimpers, begging you not to make him relax and let everything flow when he feels so good with you, filling him to the brim, but you are more than adamant, even when he is still whining audibly, trying to resist, but quickly gives up, knowing that he cannot even remove your hands. Perhaps you just liked to see how his hips and sheets are stained when he can no longer restrain himself, giving you what you want, whining in frustration from resentment, wanting to at least push you away during a rebellious mood, but he hardly even raises head, not that he can express his frustration physically, instead relaxing even more, completely drowning, even when your fingers slide inside, as if checking how well he did, and Yuuta regrets that can't complain about you, but instead tries not to interfere, breathing deeply.

He perceives your turning him over on stomach as something unimportant, but when you push his hips apart, putting him on his knees, the body reacts with a sweet tremor, realizing what you want — but not being able to do anything other than drool, even when he's full again, feeling your hot breath, the way your chest is pressed against his back, so close that he can almost hear your heart beating, so so so close, that he can't help but squeeze you in a last attempt to make you want not to stop, stuffing him anew after everything that has leaked.

And even if it's not normal, even it's absolutely not normal that he gets so intoxicated when you fuck him from behind, the person who kidnapped him and locked him up here, keeping him tied up, leaving him alone and acting as if nothing happened, as if it should be, — then he is even more abnormal, since he is ready to cum only from the realization that it is you who are now breeding him, squeezing and spanking, biting, marking, purring contentedly when he tries to move hips back, even if his whole body hurts, realizing late that you have become even more intense and rougher, whispering something, but the only thing Yuuta hears is the noise of blood when rests his hands so as not to lose balance, belatedly catching himself thinking that he rests his hands, before you press his face into the pillow, lifting his hips higher, getting ready to fill his flexible lustful body again — and reaching a peak when you see how he stretches his hand to yours, trying to intertwine them, cumming when you squeeze his wet palm with your own.

... You don't think you'll be able to get up — not for a few hours, at least. Yuuta doesn't mind — not when you lie on him, pleasantly pressing down on the bed, gently kissing his wet face.

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[lynn-writes-things]

Ok you touched upon it in your GOD TIER relationship writing but could you do headcanons for the jjk men that focus on how possessive and/or jealous they are with their partner? ☺️ Thanks

oh ASBOLUTELY I can!! thank you for the request!! :) I'm lovin' these haha

jealousy, jealousy - jjk men

starring: Yuji Itadori; Megumi Fushiguro; Yuta Okkotsu; Toge Inumaki; Noritoshi Kamo; Satoru Gojo; Suguru Geto; Toji Fushiguro; Naoya Zenin; Choso Kamo; Ryomen Sukuna

cw: some of these get pretty suggestive!! ; very very very brief mention of a knife k!nk in Toji's, but I promise I did not elaborate at all I promise <3

Yuji Itadori:

1/10

he only really gets jealous if you're laughing at some guy's jokes if he doesn't already know him, cause he likes being the person to make you laugh the most :(

ngl he gets a teensy bit pouty even if one of his friends make you laugh harder than he does :((

he's not overbearing tho, he gets that you're your own person and can talk to/laugh with whoever you want, but he might get a bit irked every now and then

he'll probably come up and throw his arms around you, or kiss your cheek, and tbh he's such a social dude that he'd probably start talking to the guy

(tbh they'd probably become friends, it's Yuji, man just goes around being his sweet himbo self and ends up collecting a new buddy everywhere he goes)

Megumi Fushiguro:

7/10? mayyybe 8/10?

he's super insecure in himself, having such a rollercoaster of an upbringing will do that to ya'

idk he just doesn't see himself as being as he really is, he's got a lot of childhood trauma that keeps his self-confidence stunted

(because evidently Fushiguro men cannot grasp the concept of therapy)

he'll either come up and grab your hand/pull you into a side hug or somethin' along those lines

nothing too extreme, he's not big on pda ya know?

OR he gets really pouty and reserved

you'll have to get him alone and ask him what's wrong, pls help him figure out how to talk through his problems dude, he needs the helping hand

reassurance and affection will fix him right up, don't you worry!!

the key to fixing a pouty Megumi is just lots of love <3

ngl if you're gonna throw in some minimal spice here, he'd totally be the type to mark you up that night (probably not anywhere too visible, he's still Megumi, still a very easily flustered baby boy <3)

Yuta Okkotsu:

2/10

he's got a bit of insecurity in himself, but ever since making friends with his classmates he's really gotten better with his confidence!

sure, dating you kinda shook his nerves back up, but he trusts you completely, he doesn't think you'd ever cheat on him, so he doesn't really get too worried about it ya know?

that's MOST of the time

sometimes someone will just rub him the wrong way and he'll step in, usually just kinda hugging you from behind or kissing your cheek/forehead or somethin' like that

he'll definitely make a point of calling you by a cute petname while doing it too

like a lil' "Hey baby!" or "Hi, love!!" :) <3

Toge Inumaki:

7/10, bordering an 8/10

he's just.. insecure :(

between the seals on his mouth and his limited speech, he just doesn't really feel like he can give you the kind of love that you deserve

cause he's too worried about uncovering his mouth to kiss you in public, and he can't fucking talk to you

it just makes him feel bad, like you deserve better

that being said, he doesn't wanna lose you, so he will absolutely fight for you if someone tries to flirt with you

he's got no issue with other forms of pda, so he'll come over and wrap his arms around you, put his head on your shoulder, or he'll just straight up grab your arm and pull you away (not hard, baby boy would never ever hurt you)

he might get pretty pouty tho, probably get pretty in his own head about it

so you'll have to kiss him and hold his hand and reassure him that you love him, that he's more than enough for you, and that you'd never want anyone else - just him <3

now.... I have touched on this......

if Toge can TELL that you're playing it up and TRYING to make him jealous?

ngl it kinda turns him on if you're doing it on purpose lmoa

this mf is NOT afraid to leave visible hickeys <3

let's just say he's gonna make damn sure that you know you are his <3

Noritoshi Kamo:

hmmmmmmmmmm, 5/10? maybe?

idk it's hard to gauge with him cause he refuses to act on his feelings for the sake of saving face publicly

like he absolutely gets jealous, but he'll never really show how jealous he is

he'll just kinda come up and say that he needs you for something

or generally come up with an excuse for you needing to leave

if he's REALLY jealous then he'll lead you away with his hand on your wrist or arm

he's definitely the type to talk to you about it once you're alone together

you won't have to force it out of him (like a certain somebody) cause he wants to clear things up right away

he's got enough stress goin' on, he doesn't want your relationship to be stressful too, so he's big on communication <3

he's a verrry affectionate guy in private, so if you reassure him of your love and give him lots of cuddles and kisses then he'll relax and be happy <3 :)

Satoru Gojo:

9/10 if you add in the possessive factor

if we take away the possessiveness, mayyyybe closer to like a 4/10

Gojo is one cocky son of a bitch, but he is also a fucking ball of bottled up trauma, ya know?

he trusts you as much as he can, but again, trauma comes into play here

man has deep rooted trust issues and until he properly addresses and works through them with you, he can't allow himself to fully trust that you won't leave him out of nowhere too

ANYWAYS

he's good at fronting ya know? so if someone's making him jealous, he's apt to just cling to you like a child and flash the dude the cockiest fuckin' grin after he kisses your cheek super obnoxiously (we're talking full blown "shmack!" noises)

"Made a new friend, my lil' mochi? Whatcha talkin' about? Hm?"

nowwwww if you TRY making him jealous, he will not take the bait

he will simply wait until you are alone (even if that means dragging you into a closet somewhere) and uh... he'll make sure everyone in a nearby radius hears you say exaactly who you belong to <3

Suguru Geto:

ahhhhh, the cunning, conniving, cocky bastard himself <3

0/10 tbh

like I said in the other post, he's too confident in himself and in his trust for you to really get jealous

he is possessive tho, but in a really cocky way??

if he sees someone getting a lil too friendly with you, he'll come right up and sling his arm around you, kiss your temple, and just join right into the conversation

if the guy stops talking (cause Suguru is fucking intimidating with how calm and collected he carries himself) then he's very quick to fill the silence

"Oh, don't stop on my account. You were saying? Something about how nice my baby looks, right? Go on, continue, aren't they stunning?"

all the while he's got this mf look in his eyes, his smug ass grin, he doesn't even have to say anything to get the message across

"Bet you wish you were me, huh?"

ngl there's also a quiet implied threat, like he's daring the guy to actually speak up

alternatively he will give you a look

I'm thinkin one eyebrow slightly raised, unamused expression

this mostly happens if you're the one trying to make him jealous

all in all this look of his towards you has a very clear message of "Get over here now or you will regret it"

yes sir 🛐

Kento Nanami:

another 0/10

not the jealous type, he trusts you completely and he's pretty confident in himself

he's very good at communication, and he's willing to do anything to make things work, so he's not worried about anyone stealing you away from him

the only time I can really see him stepping in is if someone's flirting with you and you're clearly uncomfortable and the guy isn't letting up

it's then that your big strong prince charming will swoop in and put his arm around you, or just kinda step in front of you and firmly tell the guy that you are taken

Nanami can be a pretty intimidating guy when he wants to be, so it's very likely that the guy will back off

if not? well, Nanami knows how to fight, and he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty if it means saving you from some creep <3

oh-ho, but if you try to make him jealous? giggling, maybe throwing in some light touches to the guy's bicep or somethin?

he knows what you're doing. ha.. haha.... oh honey, you ain't walkin' tomorrow :)

Toji Fushiguro:

hehe

10/10, possibly an 11/10

like I said, my man's a double whammy, he's jealous AND possessive

he trusts you to the best of his abilities, but it's very very hard for him, ya know?

everyone who was supposed to love him growing up only ever hurt him, then the one person who he loved, who taught him how to love and to be loved, fucking died

so, he's scared, trusting somebody scares the hell out of him, but he does trust you as much as he can let himself (it'll get better as time goes on, but ya know, it's just gonna take a bit)

basically what I'm getting at here, he's still not totally certain that you're gonna stick around (and quite honestly, he doesn't know why you do in the first place)

he is also MAD possessive tho, you are his and he does not intend on sharing <3

if he sees another man so much as look at you twice then he's pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around you, kissing you, throwin' out lil "Hey there, doll" and stuff like that

if you happen to be away from him (say he went to the bathroom or something) and comes back to see some guy with you, if you look even mildly uncomfortable, or if he can see you trying to get the dude to leave you alone, and he won't.......

hehe, that dude is gonna be napping for a bit! ......on the ground! ...........in the middle of the bar! ......he might wanna invest in some concealer for the black eye tho :')

he's scared you're gonna leave, but make no mistake, nobody is fuckin' takin' you from him without a mf fight

no matter the circumstance, a jealous Toji is a very good assurance that you uh.. yeah.. yeah I think you get where I'm goin' with this

he is not afraid to leave visible marks on that pretty neck of yours <3

ngl my knife k!nk is gonna scare people away here so I'm just gonna keep that on inside! use your imagination!! :)

Naoya Zenin:

8/10

he's honestly a pretty insecure guy who tries to act overly confident to mask it cause his clan taught him that any signs of weakness will make him unworthy

his family is just so damn strict with him, always has been, always making him feel like if he makes one slight wrong move then he's just a total fuck up

that translates to his relationship with you, he's terrified of making a mistake, he's constantly overthinking things and feels like he's screwing things up with you all the time

he just never feels like he's "good enough"

that being said, if someone's gonna try and steal you from him, they're in for a fuckin' fight

much like Toji, he may be insecure, but he loves you too much to let anybody take you away from him <3

if someone's flirting with you - hell, if some guy so much as looks at you wrong - he's grabbing you and kissing you

not a peck, no, he'll kiss you like it's the last thing he's ever gonna do

he's gonna leave you breathless and EVERYONE is gonna know that you're his <3

Choso Kamo:

1/10

I was gonna give him a 0/10, but I started thinking more about this

he's not quite a cocky man, but he is very sure of himself and confident

and for him to love you means that he trusts you completely

but he knows that he's kinda.. not really up to date on a lot of things

he wonders a lot why you'd rather be with him than someone who can relate more to you and understand your little references

(help, now I'm just picturing Choso as fucking Steve Rodgers, after you start introducing him to more media he'll just start fucking going "I understood that reference!!" and be so proud of himself)

ANYWAYS

like I said tho, he isn't much a jealous guy, but he is cautious, so he'll step in if he sees you talking to a guy he doesn't know

either just stands by you lookin' all intimidating, or he'll wrap his arms around you

he won't say anything to the guy, I think he'd just kinda stand there (menacingly), givin' the guy a look

if he does recognize the guy then he's a lot more chill about it, unless the guy happens to be a known slut like Gojo or Geto

even then, he knows they won't try anything if he's by you, so he'll just be a lil extra clingy <3

Ryomen Sukuna:

0/10 for jealousy, 1000/10 for possessiveness

ain't NOBODY touching you <3

some guy dares to flirt with you? haha, hey buddy, how's hell treatin' ya?

if he's in a good mood then murder can be avoided, but the guy will prooobably be scared shitless when faced with a big scary Sukuna giving him a death-glare

big scary guard dog <3

he also doesn't ever leave your side because of his possessiveness, like he is always right there, always holding onto you in some way or another

you are his and he will not fucking share <3

no one shall even have the slightest chance <3

oh, but I mean, obviously if he gets even mildly riled up, he's obviously gonna have to "remind you" that you're his, and his alone :) <3

#jjk x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #toge inumaki x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #kento nanami x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya zenin x reader #choso kamo x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader

[spiriteddreams]

because my love for you / is higher than words. / i have decided to fall silent. (nizar qabbani) or, the unspoken question he asks to himself, is he truly worthy of your love? ft. xiao, cyno, gojo satoru, kaveh, okkotsu yuta, al-haitham, inumaki toge cw: just angst :D

xiao, who wakes to nightmares still dancing in his vision. he doesn’t jolt awake or fall into a visible panic. he’s had years of practice to neutralize his expressions even when he is far from calm. next to him, you rest peacefully, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you dream. you and him are opposites, he thinks to himself, and not in the way that would make for a blossoming relationship. no, you are good and warm and kind and xiao? xiao is dark and worn down and believes himself to be undeserving of all you have to offer. he has tried many nights before to get up and go, because should the night come when you wake to his nightmares, he would never forgive himself. he grimaces at the thought of you seeing him so weak. so he gathers himself and forces himself to slip out of bed. he tucks you back in and swallows hard. if he knew you were awake and watching him go, would he still have left?

cyno, who doesn't turn around to look back at your figure in the window when he leaves on missions. if he turned around, like every cliche, he wouldn't be able to go. so instead he keeps his head up and continues to push forward. he can hear your prayers to the wind, asking him to look back, to give you one last reassurance that he will be okay and will return safely to your arms. cyno thinks that's unfair to ask of because he cannot even promise that himself. so perhaps this will be the last time he walks away. he’ll return to sumeru city with a successful mission behind him. he’ll be hailed as a hero by others, just as he always has been and yet he doesn’t feel he deserves their kindness. because when he returns to sumeru, will you be okay if he doesn't return to you?

gojo satoru, who hates the way you look at him. he does not deserve the softness in your eyes, can't you see all the pain he has caused others, the pain he has caused you? he grapples with grief in the first degree, mourning for those long gone, and those who are still alive. his web of lies extends far beyond his reach and even he has begun to lost sight of where it ends. when he gets caught up in his own troubles will he meet his end too? so to him, to end things now would cause less pain in the future. the thought of breaking up is like grief, and while you are still here, holding onto his heart with such tenderness it makes his own heart ache. he can only wonder, how can you grieve something that is still there?

kaveh, whose emotions run high and wild and he worries about every little action and word that has gotten him thus far. he is an over-thinker, and when he retreats into the darkest pockets of his mind, he replays every conversation he has ever had and asks himself why he couldn’t have said something different. he feels the shattering weight of disappointment on his shoulders, squeezing his chest as he stares at the melting candle on the table. was being an architect worth his time? has he done enough to prove his worth or will he find himself caught up in this cycle of mistake after mistake until they nail him six feet under. what happens when the light of kshahrewar begins to dim?

okkotsu yuta, who is guilty that you are caught up in this game of push and pull. he doesn’t mean to lead you on, no, yuta is a good person and he is so desperately trying to prove this. and yet he can’t help but let his fears slip through, and he hates the way they tear into you. the events of the night parade of a hundred demons has come to a close. he and the others are working slowly to rebuild their home, rebuild relationships, rebuild themselves in the process. he grieves a girl, a childhood crush who has haunted him for nearly all his life and he feels guilty. because you are right there, with your hand outstretched and waiting, just as patient as you always have been. he wants to ask why you still try. he loves you, oh he is so utterly in love with you and your warmth and patience and kindness but he doesn’t think he’s ready for your love. please, would you wait for him?

alhaitham, who swallows down the blunt words that threaten to spill out. he bites his tongue when he catches sight of your reaction, tense and ready to deflect against what he was going to say. was this how you felt, always putting up your defensives when you spoke to him because of the fear that he would tear you down? he wants to curse himself because when did he let it get to this point, when did silly banter become actual hurt? he doesn’t think he wants to know, because you stare at him with such unnerving silence that it begins to eat at him from inside out. words are powerful tools, of course he would know that, he’s a researcher of linguistics and yet he can't even reflect upon the weight of his own. “i love you” feels heavy on his tongue. he means it, wants to hold you and whisper it in your ears forever, but why is it so hard to say right now?

inumaki toge, who values the beauty and comfort silence. there is peace in the lack of words, but there is also the looming feeling of dread that stirs in his chest. he doesn’t know what to say, or write, or sign. threats are closing in, the imminent disaster upon the horizon. he has a feeling that shibuya will be a blood bath of physical and emotional hurt and yet he doesn’t know how to comfort you. his hands are glued to his side as he sits with his head lowered, trying to ignore your uneven breaths that are riddled with anxiety. he wants to tell you he loves you, that no matter what happens you will in his heart forever. he wants to tell you that everything will be okay and that both of you will return in good condition. in this moment of quiet, he hates his cursed speech more then ever. he wants to know, can you hear him screaming out his declaration of love amidst the silence?

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: write angst or write finals? i think you've figured out which one i've chosen this has so many tags wtf oh the things i do for the characters i love

#genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen #genshin impact x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #xiao x reader #cyno x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kaveh x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #alhaitham x reader #inumaki toge x reader #genshin impact angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting to make my own decisions concerning my siblings future life?

I'll start by apologizing for my broken English, I'm not native to this language. I (26f) have 3 older siblings (30f, 32m and 34m), we all lived with my parents until this year. I've recently decided to move so that I can start to live with my boyfriend, this decision caused a huge fight which ended up in my mother making an impulse buy and deciding on a life for my siblings and me that I don't agree with.

I'll try to be succint here but I do think some background is necessary: all my siblings were born with severe mental disabilities and muscular dystrophy. While my country has public healthcare, their accomodations and appointments can very easily become a financial issue. For example, my parents house has been completely remodeled to fit their wheelchairs, they have had to partially pay for stairlifts and their cars are adapted to fit them and their wheelchairs too. They also require constant monitoring since they act and behave in the way of 5-8 year old kids.

My parents know (and knew back then too) that my siblings' conditions was hereditary and that trying for more children could lead to them being born this way. I've always had the feeling that they continued for more children solely because they wanted to have a 'healthy child' that took care of my oldest siblings and them when they were older. Even though I'm the youngest sibling I've always been treated like a third parent, I've always been expected to care for them like my parents do. Due to this, I've never gotten to enjoy my childhood, I never had time for friends, relationships or hobbies. Growing up like this also made me think about how I wanted my own life to be and I've thought about the future in a way that my parents will never approve of.

Last week I finally decided that I wanted to start living with my bf whom I've been dating for 2 years. When I told my parents they became very happy and congratulated me which made me very happy.

three days ago they offhandedly told me that my bf's garage door was too small to fit my siblings car and that we should start saving to fix his house's stairs so that my siblings' stairlift could be built. I was very confused and told them that my siblings would not be coming with me, their house can accomodate them just fine and my bf's house is way too small. They got very mad and told me that they had been caring for my siblings for a long time and now it was my turn to do it while they rested (they want to retire). I told them I deserved to have some intimacy and that I wanted to enjoy having a childless life for once. They told me that was very selfish of me since they have never been able of enjoying a no-children marriage (they had their first child very early on their marriage and have continued to have children until they had me). I told them that was their own decision, now it's only fair I get to make that kind of decision and it's not like I'm abandoning them, I will continue to help and visit constantly. They told me I was lazy and a terrible sister and daughter.

I cannot begin to explain how much of my siblings' raising was coparented by me, I've spent my entire life caring for them. I've missed up on friends, relationships, jod opportunities, etc. solely to continue to be their caretaker. As you can expect I was very mad but I still kept calm some more, I told them I love my sibligs a lot and would do anything for them but that I deserve to have my own life too. They continued to get even more mad and eventually told me they would disown me if I didn't allow for them to have a good retirement. I left before I could say something I would later regret.

Yesterday my parents apologized and told me I was right. Apparently they've been saving money for some time to help me take care of my siblings once they're gone. They want me to spend this money on a somewhat small one-floor house they have their eyes on, so that we can all live together at some point. I was very happy, I've always been under the impression that my parents expected me to 'deal' with my siblings (forgive my wording, I'm not sure what verb to use) on my own, so them having future plans involving me made me very pleased. However, today my mother called me and told me that she made an impulse buy and bought this house, here's the catch: she somehow looked at the numbers wrong and can only pay for a third of the house's actual price (this is a normal thing for her, she's not the cleverest person). She wants me to pay the rest (by taking out a mortage).

I have some money saved up, its not much since I can't work many hours due to spending most of my time helping my siblings. This money was always going to be used to care for my siblings. However, my plans have always been much different. In a nearby town there is a place that cares for people with disabilities. This place is expensive but it is very nice and it would cover all my siblings' needs. I want to register my siblings there. I love them, I really do, but I'm so tired. I want to have a life and make decisions for myself for once. I know my parents would hate this decision but they are not going to be around forever and then it'll only be me and my bf caring for them on a (actually very small) house having to deal with a mortage my parents can't help pay off. My siblings would probably be sad too but they will get used to this new place and its not like I'm going to leave them forever, I would visit them constantly. This place would probably genuinely take better care of them than me and would allow me to work more hours and earn more (which I desperatly need if I want to continue caring for them). While my siblings' government aid would help it is definetly not enough if I consider how many renovations the house will need and my sibligs' constant medical expenses. When I talked about my concerns with my parents they simply told me that all will be fine and didn't give me any substancial advice on how to deal with anything. I'm also simply not strong enough. They require constant monitoring, showering, dressing and moving them requires so much strength it often makes my body hurt and emotionally it takes a huge toll on me to come back from work to spend the rest of my time solely caring for them. We have nurses hired but it is expensive and mostly not enough.

I know my parents will forever hate me for this and I will make my siblings very stressed for some time, but they depend on me. They don't have much of a choice here which is why I think I am the asshole, Would I be the asshole if I cancelled the house purchase and left my siblings in my parents house for the foreseeable future? I want intimacy with my bf and to have my own life for some time, I would also continue to save to ensure my siblings receive the best treatment possible. I'm also not abandoning my parents nor my siblings, I will continue to visit, help financially, spent time with them and carry them to their appointments, just from a distance. Basically it would all be the same except, at the end of the day, I get to go home to my bf and spend some time for myself. At the same time, would I be the asshole if I decided to cancel the house purchase and instead opted to enter my siblings in a medical institution that can better suit their needs? my parents will never agree with my decision but they are getting older and weaker, soon they won't be able to help and then it will only be me. I know my siblings would prefer to be with me, I'm being selfish but, at the same, I think my plan may be the best one for everyone involved.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mana-jjk]

y’all walk with me in the five minutes i have left of free time ;;

tw: suicide attempt, parental abuse

toge who has been an idol since he was a child x new and upcoming idol yuuta

• toge who grew up in a famous family who immediately pushed him to the limelight since the moment he was born

• he was one of the youngest child idols at the time, he’s always had a voice that captured attention and was exploited for it.

• he spent his entire childhood isolated from others, homeschooled, no friends, no choice in what he got to do or who he got to talk to, and under the scrutiny of the public’s eye

• his parents even forced him to take specific medications to keep his voice from changing, they withheld affection but paraded him around like a prize dog.

• everything changed after his suicide attempt.

• he woke up in a hospital for the first time, voice gone from his attempt, and lifeless with disappointment.

• his parents were furious at the loss of his voice and the attention he drew to them, to the point where they couldn’t even disown him without public scrutiny.

• years go by and toge remains in the spotlight for his looks and dancing ability. he’s often involved in movies/series that involve mute characters, but he’s far from the popularity he used to have.

• it’s at one of the fan meet and greets before his attempt that yuuta meets toge for the first time.

• yuuta had grown up completely normal, and had watched a few shows that featured toge. he’d always been awed by him, there was such an untouchable aura about him that always captured everyone’s attention.

• when yuuta hears that there’s a meet and greet, he doesn’t even hesitate. yet when he’s finally there, naturally he freezes up.

• the security is rushing him, his hands are sweaty, and there’s a growing line behind him. part of yuuta is ready to run far away, yet it’s toge who waves the security away. who smiles at him kindly, takes his hand gently, and talks to him patiently.

• yuuta blurts out that someday he wants to shine as bright as him, and that’s the only moment toge’s eyes dim. but the shorter boy smiles regardless, and on his card, he writes, “i hope you shine brighter than the stars in the sky. i’ll be waiting for your debut! - your first fan, toge.”

• a few years later, the news breaks that one of the biggest child stars has just attempted to take their life.

• for the first time, toge seemed human to him. he’d always had impressive acting ability, and his glow on stage when he danced never wavered, but his eyes were what gave him away. even looking back to their first meeting, they seemed so sad that he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

• so for years, yuuta works hard with his childhood friend as his manager to rise in the ranks. he gets his big break when the biggest recording studio in the country discovers him and sends him an offer to sponsor him with a new, male idol group.

• he doesn’t even hesitate to say yes and soon he’s meeting his fellow members, megumi and yuuji.

• gojo, the owner of the studio, lets him in on a little secret, he’s trying to recruit toge too.

• cue yuuta being interviewed and always hinting at his celebrity crush, unknowing that toge has been watching the group since it was announced.

• toge at this time has mainly switched to acting roles, where he meets maki on-set of a movie. and panda who works as a camera technician. they’re his best friends, and he’s finally out of his parents house, but still feels compelled to cater to the public. yet not enough to join a full-blown idol group.

• the black-haired boy who sings his heart out on stage seems familiar, but he just can’t put his finger on it.

are you still walking with me because i’m kind of sprinting now <3 i just think toge deserves to be dazzled by idol yuuta who still fumbles his way talking to him shyly up close, i love that for him

please picture yuuta pushing his hair back and winking on stage to toge in the crowd, turning around to go to his dressing room and immediately collapsing into a blushing, pathetic pile of mush.

toge, hiding in the crowd in disguise, red-faced and wondering when his shy fan turned into a heartthrob who could flirt

i always say this but feel free to ask me any questions about any au’s or works i have, i will absolutely avoid my homework to answer you <3

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #idol au

[chokesonspit]

ITADORI YUUJI X FEM!READER

ᡣ𐭩 tags - teethrotting fluff that may make all your organs explode, reader is insecure, established relationship, some angst maybe??? idrk reader basically talking down on herself, COMFORT!!! itadori is a bit ooc i think?? ᡣ𐭩 word count - 1.03k ᡣ𐭩 author's note - yikes i kinda disappeared, but here's part 2!! @rribbons more itadori fluff if this counts!! im also working on a toge x reader, thank you so much for your kind words <3

ᡣ𐭩 part 1

“...I’m sorry. I keep ruining the mood, thank you for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun.” You smile, trying to hide any hints of your previous distress. Awkwardness hung in the air, causing you to fidget with your fingers. You cursed at yourself for creating this mood, but at the same time it wasn’t like Yuuji to be so quiet. 

He suddenly came to a halt, turning to face you. There was an unreadable expression that made up his face, as he furrowed his brows, catching you by surprise. “Why do you always say that?” 

You didn’t know how to respond, as you studied his face, trying to figure out what he was talking about. It scared you, how serious he was. Never in your entire relationship has he looked at you this way. 

“You’re always talking down on yourself, I’ve noticed it before too, but it’s just gotten worse over the months,” his voice is slightly breaking, looking at you with such desperation. “...and I feel so helpless and I don’t know how to stop you from feeling this way and-” he continues to ramble, a shine now evident in his eyes, an indication of the tears that were forming. 

You immediately felt your heart throb. This man was too good for you. You felt like bursting into tears as well, the sincerity laced in his words touching the depths of your heart. It was as though you were finally seen, everything you had tried to hide, tried to keep to yourself was now handled gently and with utmost care. Your eyes started to tingle, tears threatening to fall out. The lump in your throat made it hard to speak, as your voice croaked. 

“Let’s not talk here,” you manage to say, despite the strong splashes of emotions that were overflowing you at that moment. He nodded, a soft smile smoothening the creases of frustration as he slightly relaxed himself. He moved the pastry bag from one hand to another, bringing you close to him as he wrapped his free hand around your waist. The pregnant silence has returned, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. The cool evening air lingered, sounds of the matched footsteps echoed in the lonely streets. 

 You pulled him into a tight embrace, one that spoke more than any words you would’ve been able utter at that moment. Silent tears slowly made its way down your face, dampening his shirt. His arms travelled up your back, trying to be as close to you as physically possible. 

“You’re too good for me. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Your voice was raspy, muffled by the hug, but it held raw emotions. 

The soft warm lights that radiated off of the bedside lamps bounced off of both of your figures, as you gently let go, settling to rest your head on his shoulders. He wiped the tears off of your face, as you quietly sniffled. It felt like a weight was lifted off of you, the relief of being able to cry and sob out like that nourished and washed out the tightness in your chest. 

“I’m sorry for never telling you about how I felt… I never wanted to burden you with any of my problems.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, so your eyes were fixated on the blanket that Yuuji had wrapped you around. 

“Don’t apologize, and don’t ever think you could be a burden on me. I just want to help you. I want to be there for you, and I want you to share all your struggles so I can see you smile more often.” His voice was quiet and subtle, delicate in ways that could not be described. 

A pause has followed, as you finally gazed into his loving, warm eyes, ones that would always smile at you with such affection. You took a deep breath in, words finally flowing out of your mouth. 

“I’ve never seen myself as anything worthy of you. I’m nothing special. I don’t have any sort of talent, I’m not lively or popular, and I’ve always just… just been on the side. Not that it matters, anyway.” You let out a soft chuckle, laughing a bit at yourself. “I’m not even your type,  yet it’s like I’m always on the receiving end of your affection. I wish I could stop being so pathetic, to become someone worthy of your love.” You lightly dug your nails into your arms, a subtle form of self loathe.

He held you closer, bringing in a comforting warmth. “You just don’t see how amazing and naturally charming you are. You keep belittling yourself. You’re not realizing all of those parts of you that I see, that everyone else does. ” He slightly winces, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love the way you’re always so considerate of others, observing and making sure people are comfortable with you. I love how passionate you are about your hobbies, how you don’t give up on perfecting your skills. I love how you’re always there for people even if you don’t know them very well, yet you don’t let others take advantage of you. I love how you are kind instead of simply being polite and saying things you don’t mean. I love how despite your occasional awkwardness, you’ll talk to people that seem lonely.” He went on, sincerity spoke through his tender touch. 

Your eyes gaze over his, the corners of them stinging with the heartfelt tears that were about to come out once again. 

He nudged you gently to lay down on your back, as he stayed on top of you, your legs in between his. He then cupped your face, placing soft, lasting kisses all over it. He knew that you were also self conscious about your body, something you’ve never dared say to anyone out loud. 

“You’re so, so beautiful.” He let out a shaky breath, intertwining his fingers with yours, an electrifying touch. “And who said you weren’t my type? That was before I met you. Everything you are right now, your body and soul, is all I ever want.” 

thank you 4 reading!! coping after reading some rlly bad angst hell yeah

#yuuji fluff #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #itadori #nearly cried tbh they're so precious #might just kilometers per second myself if someone i know finds my acc

[bmodiwrites]

I hear it's @thefreakandthehair's birthday... happiest of days pal, enjoy the fluff!

Eddie is nervous.

There's no getting around that fact. He's been planning his surprise for days, knows all the ways it can go wrong, even has a couple of back up plans if it all goes to shit. Yet, the nerves in his gut bubble up and toil around in his gut like bad food.

See, Steve's birthday is something special. It's the day he was born, so Eddie is especially glad for the occasion. Steve, on the other hand, is not. Up until meeting Eddie and being honest about his dislike of the day, Steve never celebrated. Between shitty parents and an overall lack of interest, the big day rolled by every year without a single present, balloon, or muttered 'happy birthday'.

It's the sort of travesty that Eddie's going to spend the rest of his life remedying.

So, there's a bit of pressure (all self-applied) for Eddie to make the day a little extra special. The first year, he threw Steve his very first family birthday party. The one following, Eddie took Steve to a Tears for Fears concert in the city. That trip is still one Eddie looks back on fondly - the gift ended up being amazing for them both.

This year, Eddie's decision to keep things on the down low is driving him a little mad. While he knows it's the right decision after the last few months they've been through, Eddie's still trying to come to terms with his very small, though still big and heartfelt, gestures. He doesn't want Steve to think any less of a day that's more important to Eddie than his own day of birth. His husband isn't that sort of person, yet Eddie feels the sting of nervousness all the same.

Instead of something big and flashy to start the day, Eddie gets out of bed a little early and makes breakfast. He's careful about the color of Steve's toast (because if it's too burnt, he'll eat it out of petulant stubbornness, not actual enjoyment). The good orange juice is sitting in Steve's favorite cup and the eggs are just about ready. Everything is going perfectly when the creaky floorboard gives Steve's presence away.

"You're cooking, babe?" Steve asks as he wraps his arms around Eddie from behind. His nose settles into the curve of neck and shoulder - Eddie still loves the feeling of Steve breathing him in there.

"Yes! And you're supposed to be in bed. I was going to bring this to you." Eddie tries not to let the pout leak into his voice, but Steve's arms tightening around his waist give him away.

"I think I like this better. I can hold you while you finish up and then we can eat together."

It's so sweet and beautifully mushy that Eddie lets this ruined surprise slide. He can't be disappointed when Steve beams at him like they're still newlyweds throughout the entirety of the meal.

Except, the rest of the day is pretty off, too. Eddie gets caught in a meeting at work that blows up his plans to take Steve lunch. He employs Dustin to head to the sub shop Steve likes to pick up the food, instead. He's late to get home and misses Steve before his husband takes off for his evening run, so the pre-workout blow job is off the table.

By the time dinner rolls around, Eddie's feeling less than and so disappointed in himself. Steve finds him at the kitchen table with his head in his hands after his post-run shower.

"Baby, what's wrong?" There's that sickeningly sweet care in Steve's voice that have the tears in the corner of Eddie's eyes finally falling.

"Today's been all wrong, Steve. You deserve the best and today just wasn't it. Nothing went as planned." He swipes at the rebellious tears but more fall in their place. "I wanted your birthday to be perfect."

Shower-warm hands frame his cheeks; Steve uses his grip there to tilt Eddie's head up so they're looking eye to eye. "Eddie, I love you but my birthday has never mattered to me. It's just another day. You love me so well all year that an entire day of spoiling me is just gluttonous. I'm a happy man, baby. Let's celebrate that together, instead."

Eddie is too moved to say anything, so he leans in to seal their lips together. The kiss lingers long enough for Eddie to forget about his troubles and simply enjoy the moment.

Later, when they're tangled up in the sheets together, blush and sweat still marring their skin, Steve rolls over to press his lips against Eddie's ear. "Best birthday ever," he whispers, a smile in his voice.

It's real and genuine and Eddie knows he means it.

#i know we don't talk much but i admire you & hope you have a lovely day #steddie #bobbie writes #birthday fics for cool peeps #ficlets #happy birthday friendo

[mothsbrightflame]

CARD MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR , LOVER BOY

synopsis! — in which you spend a quiet afternoon with inumaki

✧ toge inumaki x gn!reader

warnings — slight themes alluding to death/angst , other than that fluff , domestic intimacy, mentions of the future , toge other thinking-ish

words — 1.1k+

notes ; rewatched jjk + the watched the movie for the first time in like three days and it caused my inumaki obsession to resurfaced. I literally forgot how much I loved him, and wanted to write some sort of domestic-esk fluff with him. he deserves the world!

the afternoon was quiet.

too quiet, one might say. but you didn't mind,

really.

and neither did inumaki, who, was currently snuggled up against your chest. his arms had, at some point, found purchased and snaked their way around your waist. his grip was lazed, content- at ease, even. you could feel the occasional twitch of his fingers against the fabric of your hoodie- or his hoodie.

it was one of those rare moments, or afternoons, were the students of jujutsu high weren't in high demand, or demand in general, to tend to missions. were they weren't scurrying about exorcising curse after curse. accumulating wound after wound after scar. you couldn't help but lean forward, the bed only slightly groaning under the shift in weight, to place your warm lips upon a scar behind inumaki's ear-speaking of. he stirred only slightly at the movement, the touch, before returning to his dormant state. it made you grin softly, an exhale leaving you through your nostrils, before you rest your chin onto of his head.

his hair had the lingering scent of shampoo, freshly washed. and you couldn't help but admire just how soft his hair was. inumaki struck you as the type to have excellent hygiene, sure, but you always figured his hair would be more course to the touch. not as silky or soft, as it tickled the bridge of your noise. or to smell of lavender, as you've come to realize.

a hand came up, unfurling itself from the mass of limbs and blankets and pillows that had become you and inumaki. it crept along his nape, slow and maybe even calculated, as your buried your fingers within the short hairs located there. they grew in thickness as you crept further into his freshly-washed hair, losing yourself in his lavender scent and the softness of his hair as it filtered between your fingertips. the whole simplicity of the situation had an air of intimate domesticity to it, one that made your hair drum. and, considering where inumaki laid, surely he could feel the quickened beat of your heart.

could he feel, you wondered, how it beat for him?

the room had now occupied a dull orange hue, evidence of what was once an early afternoon, now entering a late state. the playful breeze had slowed down, no longer dancing within the silk of the curtains. however, the room had chilled slightly because of the setting sun. it reminded you that you should get up and close the window, turn on the heat, maybe, so yourself and lover boy did not freeze.

but, oddly enough, you couldn't bring it in yourself to peel yourself from inumaki's hold. to leave his natural warmth.

inumaki groaned, causing you to flick your gaze downward, eyelashes fluttering against the top of your cheeks, as he moved more than a asleep person should be. your gaze met his drowsy violet one. eyes lidded, not quiet awake.

"ah, sorry toge. I didn't mean to wake you." you managed to whisper to him, your own voice a sleepy croak. you hadn't realized how much time had passed, admiring the boy. or how tiresome you had groan.

hopefully he didn't think you were creepy.

inumaki shook his head, a dismissive gesture, to lazy to muster any words from his throat. he came to realize your hand tangled within his hair. and, selfishly, he drunk up the touch for a few heartbeats more. leaning his head back, slightly, to push against your palm. a sudden spell of chill hitting your chest where his head laid. it made your heart swell, cheeks adoring a dusky pink at his display.

"tuna mayo."

his speech was mumbled groggily, affectionate, as he brought one of his hands, which was still slung over your waist, up to grab hold of your elevated wrist. he held it with such a care, a tenderness, as if you were a glass figurine he feared to break. he shook his head, uncharacteristically loving, as he brought his lips over the center of rest. faintly, he could feel your pulse against his lips. and it caused the corners of his lips to twitch. it was ghosting, and only those who paid attention would be able to catch sight of it.

it was a reminder that you were here, with him, alive and whole. this path, this career, this life- it was cruel and unforgiving. forever changing, and forever taking.

he tried to enjoy these fleeting moments, even if they are far and few between.

he is pulled back when the lull of a coo is coaxed from your throat, his overgrown bangs pushed back and the feeling of your breath against his forehead, followed by the feeling of your lips. you whisper something to him, and he doesn't exactly catch it. moving, or rather shimmying, some he could gaze into your eyes. aligned, rather tucked under your chin. your hand finds purchase along his warm cheeks, pressed ever so gently against the apples of his cheek.

"tuna?" he questions, to repeat yourself. a breathless laugh leaves you. and, in response, you feel a slight temperature change from his cheek against your palm. "I said I'm glad, terribly glad might I add, to be here with you right now." you repeat. he nods along to this, causing you to shift and lean your forehead against his. he takes this as an opportunity to kiss you, softly. his lips move in a shy nature, even though you have kissed hundreds, maybe even thousands of times prior to this.

in the mornings, before missions, kissing wounds. kisses that display unspoken words or worries once the other is gravely injured, and by some miracle, pulls through. fleeting moments, to tease, to make the other giggle, when words fail or could not possibly convey ones inner most thoughts, and before bed.

"I could lay here all day with you." you coo, breaking the kiss.

he nods, reassuming the affectionate touch. no longer kissing, put simply resting your faces so closes your noses slotted together. the skin on skin enough for the both of you.

inumaki can't help but wander, his thoughts at least, to a world where his tongue is not bound by cursed energy. where he did not need to live in fear of his mere dialect alone being enough to bring harm to you. where he could whisper sweet nothings into your ear, as you do to him. where everything left unspoken was spoken.

but he wasn't there, he was here, with you. tucked beneath the blankets of his dorm room. and that was enough for him.

"lets go back to sleep? I don't want to leave anytime soon."

he nodded. your hand found purchase back into his hair, just as his arms caged back around your waist. he slithered back down against your chest, making your giggle, as his head became tucked under your chin. the room was blanketed in a welcome silenced. relaying on the warmth of your lover, and not a space heater, to protect you against the chill of a steady-falling night.

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Pomegranate Ink: VI

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Training with Yuta yields unpleasant consequences when a conversation with Toge makes you realize the truth about your feelings for the special grade sorcerer.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.6k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: live laugh love TOGE INUMAKI

“For what it’s worth, I agree with Tullia,” Maki said once you had returned to the school. She seemed quite pleased with herself, which was probably compounded by the fact that Yuta apparently had bruises running up and down his arms and legs. It was not that Maki delighted in pain but rather that she felt a training session was not effective unless at least one participant had been pushed to their absolute limits.

“Really?” you said.

“You know how I feel about clan politics,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“That’s true,” you said.

“I’m going to be the head of the Zenin clan one day, even if they won’t have me. I’ll kill anyone that gets in my way; maybe you should do the same,” she said.

“It’d be an easy victory. My family’s mostly comprised of healers — I’m the only one that can fight, so if it came down to it, I’d win against all of them relatively quickly,” you said.

“There’s no pleasure in that,” Maki said.

“Furthermore, what good would it do? Nothing would change just because I’m the head of the L/N clan. The higher ups would still be the higher ups. The fundamental structures of society would not change. My family’s power only comes from our abilities to heal; without that, do you think that the higher ups would entertain an entire bloodline that, until me, has done absolutely nothing in the aid of exorcising curses?” you said.

“We can do it together!” she said.

“You’ll have to elaborate,” you said.

“I take over the Zenin clan and you take over the L/N clan. With your support, the Zenins will be less likely to rebel against me, and I’ll have enough power to protect you from the higher ups. I myself will be a higher up, actually, and I’ll never ever let anything happen to you,” she said.

“It’s a nice idea,” you said with a smile, leaning forwards to hug her tightly, resting your chin on her shoulder, “But I don’t have the constitution for it. I don’t need to be the head of my clan; that can be Noritoshi’s job. The best I can give you is that I won’t let the Kamos stop you — though I myself won’t be a higher up, my future husband will be. And I’ll never ever let anything happen to you, either.”

“I’ll become the head of the Zenin clan before your wedding,” she promised you, “I will. And then I’ll marry you — your parents can hardly complain about that, right? I’ll be quite a catch. If we’re married, only on paper of course, then you can be free to do whatever you want and be whoever you want to be.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” you said.

“That’s a good question that I cannot really answer. The best I can offer you is that you were probably a saint in your past life,” she said.

“Probably,” you agreed, “Thank you, Maki, but you don’t have to marry me. I’ll find a way to be myself even with the constraints of the life I’ve been given. I really shouldn’t complain; my privilege is so great that any whining just feels gauche.”

“Privilege doesn’t mean you can’t have problems, but if you insist on doing everything yourself, then…that’s fine. I can understand it, at least. Still, let me know if you need help or something. And the offer stands; I’ll marry you in an instant if you ask,” she said.

“Maybe in another universe, I’ll be the best healer and you’ll be the strongest sorcerer and we’ll run jujutsu society together,” you said.

“Why can’t it be this one?” she argued. You showed her your hands.

“At least one of us can get there,” you said. “I know you can.”

“Y/N, I —” Whatever she had been about to say was interrupted by the door creaking open.

“I heard you were back,” Yuta said, peeking into the room with a slight blush on his cheeks. If he had ever been as bruised as Maki had described, he was not anymore. In fact, he looked perfectly healthy, if not a little nervous.

Maki stiffened and leaned away from you, her face hardening as she crossed her arms and trained her gaze on the floor. You shot her a worried glance before smiling at Yuta.

“I am. Did you need something?” you said.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

“Perfectly alright. We hit some bumps in the road, but we made it through unscathed, and Gojo’s bakery is safe, which means Toge and Panda might actually be able to do productive things again,” you said.

“They’re almost finished with the cake they started earlier. It looks elaborate,” Yuta said.

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” you said politely, “Was there something else?”

“Uh, when you’re finished, could you come with me? I need help,” he said.

You furrowed your brow in confusion but shrugged, though you had no idea what he’d need your help specifically for. “Sure. Give me a second.”

“No need,” Maki said.

“But you were just about to say something,” you protested. She hopped off of the desk she had been perched on with an elegant roll of her eyes.

“Nothing important. See you at dinner,” she said, leaving the two of you behind without another word. You watched her go for a second, wondering what had gotten into her before deciding it wasn’t your problem.

“Alright, I guess I’m yours for the rest of the afternoon. How can I help you?” you said. He looked around furtively before beckoning for you to follow him, sneaking through the hallways like a criminal. You trailed after, though you were certain to leave a little bit of distance between you lest a staff member think you were up to something illicit with him.

You made your way into the weapons shed, where he yanked on a string to turn the lights on. You had never been inside of the building, and you admired the sharp steel swords and polished wooden staffs with interest. Though they would never do you much good, not precise enough for your cursed technique to warrant learning to use them, that did not stop you from imagining what it’d feel like to heft one of them in your hands.

“Training with Maki is great, and I learn a lot whenever we spar,” he began, taking down a wooden practice sword and showing it to you, “But it’s not enough.”

“Are you asking me to teach you? I don’t know anything about swords, so you’ve come to the wrong person,” you said.

“I need you to attack me with your needles. Maki doesn’t have anything in the way of long-range attacks, and I have to be able to defend against those, too. Maybe they’re not that common from curses, but I want to be prepared for everything. If I am to exorcise Rika, then I can’t be lacking skill in any area,” he said.

“Attack you? But if I hit you in the wrong spot, I could kill you,” you said worriedly.

“I trust you enough to know that you won’t,” he said.

“I’m not half as skilled as you believe me to be,” you murmured, trying your best to avoid his beseeching expression. But he did not let you, reaching out to place his hand on your shoulder.

“You’re more skilled, probably. You’re really strong, Y/N. Why else would Gojo entrust you with a mission like retrieving me, an unknown special grade sorcerer?” he said.

“Well…” you winced, remembering that Gojo had brought you along to ‘seduce’ Yuta into compliance. Luckily, it hadn’t been necessary, but it was more reflective of your looks than it was of your abilities.

“And even besides that, you rescued Tullia, and you saved Gojo’s bakery. A weak sorcerer who can’t even control their own weapons couldn’t do any of that. So I’m confident in asking you to toss needles at me! Plus, the whole objective is that I don’t get hit by them, right? So who’s to say you’ll even get the chance to hurt me?” he said. Hesitantly, you placed your hand atop his, which still rested on your shoulder. His skin was rough, already painted with calluses that spoke of more practice than he had let on.

“Fine,” you said.

“Fine?” he said excitedly, entire face lighting up. His enthusiasm was contagious, spreading until you felt it, too.

“Fine,” you affirmed, “In exchange, though, I want you to help me learn to use a sword. Not that it’ll ever be my weapon of choice, but it’s always good to know things.”

“I definitely can, but why aren’t you asking Maki? She’s a lot better with these things,” he said. You winked at him, ducking out of the weapons shed and turning the light off, plunging it into darkness.

“I’m not as tough as you are. I think you’re a little less likely to leave me sore and bruised for days, so I believe you might be the better choice for now,” you said.

“O-okay!” he said, running after you.

“Just the normal training field should be alright, yeah? It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong by practicing,” you said.

“It should be fine. Do you have non-cursed needles?” he said.

“Yes, I have some that I haven’t cursed yet. We can use those,” you said, putting down your cursed weapons next to the bottle of water that Yuta had brought. You did not need to use those for a sparring match, and you didn’t want to run the risk of hurting him irreversibly by accidentally using the wrong ones.

“Ready?” he said once you were across from him.

“Are you going to try and attack back, or just defend?” you said. He bit his lip in thought.

“Which would you prefer?” he said.

“It would make it more realistic if you were attacking back, and I’ve been practicing dodging with Maki for a while, so it’d be nice to see how it works against another opponent,” you said.

“That’s settled, then,” he said. “Do you want to count down?”

“Why not? Three,” you began, watching as he lifted his sword in preparation and taking out a few of your own needles for the same reason, “Two, one!”

Predictably, he charged towards you in an attempt to close the gap. But you were ready for it and took off yourself, twisting and tossing needles towards him before continuing to run, not wasting time with checking whether or not you had hit your target. You doubted you had, anyways; this was just a preliminary exercise to the fight, both of you feeling out each other’s skills.

Despite his pretty, deer-like appearance, you knew that Yuta was far stronger than you. Furthermore, due to his nearly boundless reserves of cursed energy, his stamina was almost unmatchable. If this turned into a battle of attrition, you’d lose, which meant you had to get him out before you were too exhausted to fight back.

The whistling sound of wood cutting through the air was the only warning you got that he had caught up to you. Instinctively, you launched into a handspring, ducking out of the way of his swing without breaking your momentum. As soon as you were back to your feet, you threw a set of needles at him, which he blocked with his sword. They clattered to the ground, and you cursed.

“You’re sure you’ve not been practicing with someone else?” you said breathlessly.

“I’ve had Panda throw random things at me, but that’s not the same as a trained specialist,” he said, slicing the sword towards you. You bent backwards, resting your hands on the ground for support and staying very still as the strike went over you, barely missing the clothes of your uniform.

“Looks like it worked well enough,” you said, standing up before he could react and taking out a single needle, aiming at his solar plexus and throwing. He narrowly avoided it, stepping to the side and using the hilt of his sword to block it from hitting his ribcage.

“Nah,” he panted, “You’re much harder to beat. I would’ve won against Panda by now.”

“You flatter me,” you said, throwing more needles at him in increased desperation. Though you were both tiring, the fight was obviously affecting you more. You were used to decisive first blows and surprise attacks, whereas Yuta trained for this sort of scenario exactly.

Your exhaustion lent sloppiness to your throws, which meant you were rapidly being pushed into a corner of sorts. Yuta continued to advance while you did everything you could to not get hit, employing every gymnastic trick and sudden change in direction you could think of. You did not even bother with attacking anymore, purely on the defensive even as Yuta got closer.

He barrelled into you, knocking you to the ground before you were even aware of it. You fell on your back, the wind knocked out of you as you gazed up at him. He straddled you with his sword pressed to your throat, ensuring you could not get free. Strangely, a different sort of warmth spread through you, and it was not tiredness that caused your breath to quicken.

“I win,” he said victoriously. Your eyes widened, and then you grinned. The single needle you had been preparing to throw was still in your hand, and though it was only one, it was enough. He frowned at your amusement.

“No,” you said, and in one swift movement, you reached up and stuck the needle into the back of his neck, “I win.”

He collapsed atop you, pinning you to the ground with his weight. You groaned, having not considered the ramifications of your actions.

“Sorry,” he said, “I can’t — I can’t move.”

“That’s my fault,” you said, maneuvering your arm to pull the needle out, “It’ll take a minute to wear off. I didn’t hit you in a lethal spot, but it was close enough to one that it temporarily paralyzed you.”

“You’re sure it won’t last?” he said in a panic. You chuckled.

“I promise it won’t, or else I wouldn’t have done it. Actually, I’m kind of regretting it either way. You’re not exactly light, and I forgot that if you collapsed it would be right on me,” you said.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“Like I said, it's my fault,” you said. “Certainly not your mistake to apologize for. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.”

“You were just trying to win the fight. You shouldn’t be sorry, either,” he said.

“Since we’re stuck here, let’s go over why I won in the end, even though clearly you should have,” you said.

“I got too confident,” he said.

“Right,” you agreed, “You never, ever think you’ve won until your opponent’s dead or surrendered — and they have to be the one that has surrendered. You can’t decide for them. Things can play dead or seem incapacitated when they still have another card up their sleeve. Or, like just now, in trying to finish them off, you might accidentally present them with an opening.”

“That’s true. I’ll be careful of that from now on,” he said.

“Good. What else did you learn from the fight?” you said.

“Uh, I’m not sure?” he said.

“I’ll tell you what I learned — your stamina is inhuman. If it comes down to it, I have full faith that you will outlast nearly any enemy,” you said.

“Do you really think so?” he said.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. You also need to work on your agility. You’re kind of stiff — almost static, in a way. Your forms are easy to anticipate. Try to be a little more creative, or else a stronger opponent than I will take advantage of your predictability,” you said.

“So what you’re saying is…more practice?” he said.

“That certainly won’t hurt, of course, but what you really need is to use your head more,” you said, knocking lightly on the back of his skull for emphasis. “Hear that? It’s not hollow, which means you’ve got something up there. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“I’ll try my best. Oh! I think I can move again!” he said.

“Don’t push it if you can’t,” you warned, but he took no heed, boosting himself up until he was standing again. You sighed in relief, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet. When he let go, you wobbled, and he darted over to wrap an arm around you.

“I’ll help you to the bench,” he said seriously.

“It’s not necessary,” you said, making no moves to shrug him off, “But if you insist.”

It was slow going, as Yuta refused to go any faster than the pace you set, but you made it over to his water and your cursed needles. You sat next to them, leaning against the back of the bench and closing your eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of the sun.

“Are you thirsty?” he said.

“A little, but I didn’t bring any water. I’ll survive,” you said.

“Here, take mine!” he said, all but thrusting it into your hands. You were startled at the exuberance, nearly dropping the bottle before trying in vain to give it back.

“I can’t take this. I don’t want you to suffer for my lack of preparation,” you said.

“It’s not like you’ll drink the whole thing,” he reasoned, “I’ll just have whatever’s left.”

It was funny; although he was so soft-spoken and well-mannered, he was occasionally as stubborn as a mule. Seeing no reason nor merit to arguing with him, you unscrewed the cap of the bottle and gratefully took a few sips before handing it to him.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Anytime,” he said. You were fascinated with the way his throat bobbed as he drank, his Adam’s apple evident whenever he swallowed. You busied yourself with reorganizing your cursed needles in an attempt to distract yourself, not appreciating the way you felt at the moment.

“So,” you said, “Sword training. How does it work?”

“I was just handed a sword and then repeatedly attacked until I figured it out, but I don’t think that that’s the best method, so I won’t subject you to it,” he said.

“Please don’t,” you said, shuddering at the thought.

“Hm, okay. I’ll set up a dummy and then I can show you how to hold and swing and stuff, I guess,” he said, leaving you alone as he raced towards the weapons shed, dragging a straw figure in the vague shape of a man out with him.

“Very impressive,” you said sarcastically as Yuta propped it up, “He looks very menacing.”

“Do you want one of the cursed puppets?” he said. “Those fight back.”

“Nothing that fights back, please. Not for a while,” you said immediately.

“I think you could take one, though,” he said.

“Not with a sword,” you said with a scoff.

“Maybe not,” he conceded, “Are you ready, or do you need more rest? I don’t mind waiting, it’s not like we’re doing anything else today.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you said, joining him in front of the straw dummy and looking at it critically.

“Here’s your weapon,” he said, handing it to you. It was heavier than you had expected, and you nearly dropped it at first before rebalancing yourself to hold it properly. From behind you, he wrapped his arms around and repositioned your hands on the hilt. “There you go, that’s how Maki says a sword should be held.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, painfully aware of the way he was pressed against your back, though you did not need to look at him to know it was completely innocent on his part. He was genuinely trying to help you — you were the one with the deviant thoughts.

“There’s a couple of basic swings and parries that everyone has to learn before they can develop their own personal styles and ways of fighting. Here’s one,” he said. He guided the sword in a slashing arc. Your hands were trapped by his and therefore followed, your body memorizing the exact movements.

“What are the others?” you said. When he laughed, you could feel his body vibrate against yours pleasantly.

“You don’t want to practice this one first?” he said.

“I’d like to learn all of them and then decide which ones to practice,” you said.

“You know best,” he said, exhaling and then helping you swing the sword into the dummy’s heart, correcting your position as you went.

“This is even harder than I thought it would be,” you said, frozen in a lunge, the sword pointed out in front of you and Yuta crouched at your feet.

“You’re not that bad at it, actually, it’s just that you’re not as physically strong as, say, Maki — which certainly isn’t an insult. But it means that you’re overcompensating in other areas to make up for your weaker muscles,” he said, lifting your foot without warning. You squeaked, nearly tipping over, but he used his other hand to grip your opposite thigh, steadying you somewhat. You stared down at him, but he was focused on the ankle he held in the air.

“I’m going to fall,” you warned him.

“I won’t let you,” he assured you, “Rotate your ankle to the left a little. There you go.”

He placed your foot an inch behind where it had previously rested. Though you thought your knees would buckle, it actually made you feel more stable, your upper body straightening and the sword feeling a little lighter in your grip.

“Wait, that actually helped a ton!” you said in shock.

“Your stance is your base of support, like a foundation or something. If it’s off, then everything else will be thrown off, too, which makes this all more difficult than it needs to be,” he explained.

“You know so much already. You’re a real prodigy with this stuff, Yuta,” you said in wonder.

“I just have a good teacher. Maki’s the best of the best; I’m nothing compared to her,” he said modestly, stepping back and dusting himself off, nodding at you in approval.

“I think you don’t give yourself enough credit,” you said, casting the sword aside and beaming at him. “You’ll have Rika freed in no time!”

“I hope so,” he said, eyes crinkling around the corners, “She deserves to move on.”

“Agreed,” you said, “For both of your sakes, I hope she can soon.”

Later, as you were showering, you swore at yourself. What was wrong with you? Why did sparring with Yuta make you feel so strange? Your mock-fights with Maki were nothing like this — the only emotions you ever felt were pain or competitiveness. Practicing with Tullia usually ended with one or both of you laughing to the point of tears. The one time you had faced off against Toge, who had promised to not use his cursed speech, you had almost immediately lost due to his sheer athleticism. But even then, you had only felt embarrassed, not…whatever it was that Yuta evoked in you. It was a problem, a reaction specific to him, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You liked it. You didn’t like the fact that you liked it. You scrubbed at your skin in an attempt to make it go away, but it did nothing except for make you feel miserable and raw.

There was a knock at your door; you finished buttoning up your uniform and then went to answer it. To your surprise, it was Toge, holding a plate with a slice of cake on it.

“Is that for me?” you said.

“Salmon,” he said, handing it to you cheerfully.

“Thank you! Do you want to come in?” you said. He shrugged and followed you into the dorm room, standing in the middle as you settled at your desk and began to eat. You nodded at your bed.

“Bonito flakes,” he said immediately. You laughed at his hesitance.

“It’s only a bed, and you’re only sitting. Though, if you could stay on top of the covers, it would be appreciated,” you said. He narrowed his eyes but did as you said, sitting on your bed and observing you.

“Mustard leaf?” he said.

“It’s very good,” you said before you were struck with a fit of bold inspiration, “Say, Toge. I have a question.”

“Salmon,” he said. Perhaps he, with his limited vocabulary, was not the best person to go to for advice, but who else did you have? Tullia was very hit or miss with these types of things, so she would either say something deeply profound or deeply stupid. Maki would probably smack you, Gojo would make fun of you, and Panda…was a panda. Toge, kind, solid Toge, would at least hear you out. Maybe that was what you needed, more than any words of wisdom or plans of action.

“Suppose there’s someone who I’m friends with, but being around them makes me feel funny. Like, when I spar with them I feel all strange and hot inside, and I can’t help staring at them when they’re doing mundane things like drinking water, and I like it when they touch me, even if it’s just something like fixing my position or something while fighting. What does that mean?” you said.

He blinked at you as if processing this. You blinked back and then dug out a piece of paper and pen, handing it to him. He left it blank for a moment, probably trying to figure out what he wanted to say. You waited, continuing to eat the cake he had brought you.

Finally, he scribbled something down and handed it to you. You read it eagerly.

Not to be presumptuous, but it sort of sounds like you have a crush on this person. Which is a problem, because I get the sense we’re not talking about Noritoshi :/

“Uh, no, we’re not, but that’s ridiculous! Me having a crush? No way! I’m engaged!” you said. He snatched the paper back.

Just because you’re engaged doesn’t mean you magically lose the ability to have feelings for people. Is it Maki or Yuta?

“It’s Yuta — I mean, how do you know if it’s either?” you challenged.

Who else would it be? If it were me, you wouldn’t be asking for my help. If it were Tullia, you’d ask Maki for help. Panda…is a panda, so if it were him, we’d have bigger problems than infidelity on our hands.

“It’s not Panda!” you assured him.

I know that. You already said it was Yuta.

“Oh, I was…kind of hoping you didn’t catch that,” you admitted.

Sorry.

“Still, why do you think I have a crush on him?” you said.

Can I tell you a secret?

“I won’t let it leave this room,” you promised, pretending to zip your lips and then throw away an imaginary key. He clapped in approval before writing down a response.

So there’s this girl. Being around her makes me feel funny, and whenever she helps me cook, it makes me feel all strange and hot inside. I always catch myself staring at her, even if all she’s doing is eating her dinner or doing her homework. I really like when she touches me, even if it’s just our hands brushing when she gives me a pencil.

“Oh my god!” you squealed. “I knew it! I knew you liked Tullia! Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul, but just know that I’m your biggest fan! You guys will be so cute.”

Actually, I just rephrased everything you said about Yuta and made it about an imaginary girl. Unrelated, but…how do you know that I like Tullia? Am I being obvious or something?

You ignored his question, gaping at him. He cocked his head in confusion. Was it that simple? Was Toge right? Did you…have a — a — a crush? On Yuta Okkotsu?

“You’ve got to be joking!” you said, bursting into tears.

No, I really don’t want her finding out yet. I don’t think she feels the same way.

“I can’t like Yuta!” you wailed, “I’m supposed to marry Noritoshi! Why can’t I like him? He’s kind, and he’s handsome, and he cares about me, and he’s my future husband! Why don’t I feel this way about him? Why don’t I want to be with him?”

Well, Yuta’s pretty irresistible. It must be that special-grade sorcerer charm.

“Toge!” you snapped. He raised his hands in the air innocently.

Really, though, it’s not something you have control over. Try to think over what it is, exactly, that you like about him.

“He’s loyal, almost to a fault,” you said, remembering how he had carried you out of the school, “He’s brave and strong. He believes in me. He’s humble and caring.”

I’m sure the good looks are an added bonus.

“That, too,” you said, wiping at your face furiously, “Oh, dear, I really do have a crush on him. What do I do now?”

Elope?

“Please be serious,” you said. “After I graduate, I’m expected to marry Noritoshi and bear his children in order to continue the Kamo and L/N lines, as well as restore balance between the Big Three clans. Where does liking Yuta fit into all of that?”

It fits in however you want it to fit in. I’m not really sure what you want from me here.

“Just some advice or something. I’ve never had a crush on anyone! The closest I ever got was picking which sorcerer I’d like to be engaged to the most — before I was promised to Noritoshi,” you said.

Fascinating. It better have been me.

“It was,” you said, seeing no point in hiding it. He snickered devilishly; you were beginning to realize he was far more mischievous than he let on at first impression.

Good.

“Back to the original subject?” you said. He tapped the pen against his temple to signify that he was thinking.

Like I said, it’s really up to you. I can guarantee that if you, say, transfer schools and never speak to him again, your feelings for Yuta will fade. It might take a while, but they will. Is that what you want?

“No!” you said, recoiling at the thought. “How could you suggest that?”

It’s about the only reliable way you’ll get over him, but for some odd reason, it feels like you don’t want to get over him.

“I do want to get over him!” you said. Toge did not seem impressed nor convinced, even going so far as to make a soft, disbelieving humming sound.

Oh, yeah? Even if it means never feeling all hot and strange around him again? Even if it means never letting him touch you again? Even if it means never seeing him again? If you wanted to get over him, you’d be alright with transferring to Kyoto.

“I don’t want to leave you, Tullia, Panda, and Maki,” you said, but the words sounded weak to even your own ears.

If that’s what helps you sleep at night.

“Okay, fine! Maybe I don’t want to get over him! I want to know more about him. I want to know as much about him as I can. But is that even possible when I have this binding me?” you said, flashing your left hand at him. Your engagement ring glimmered in the lamplight.

You sound creepy. And, for what it's worth, no. I don’t think so. Being with Yuta is by nature going against what the higher ups have deemed your path in life. Even a friendship with him is damning; anything more is an outright death sentence. How do you feel about that?

“It’s not fair,” you said helplessly. His eyes softened, and he patted you on the head.

It’s not. I can’t tell you what to do, Y/N. But I’ll support you no matter what, and — sorry if I’m being too invasive or overstepping or anything — from what I can tell, you seem very happy with Yuta. Furthermore, you’re the only person he trusts out of all of us first years.

“You think I should be with him,” you said. He shook his head immediately.

I think you should do whatever you believe to be right. I’m only telling you what I’ve noticed. Perhaps it would be worthwhile for you to spend some time with Noritoshi in light of this development and see how you feel.

“That’s a good idea,” you said, “Thanks.”

Sure, anytime. And don’t worry too much about the higher ups. If they give you trouble, let me know. I’ll handle it.

“I appreciate the offer, but what could you do, realistically?” you said.

Tell them to shit themselves.

You let out a delighted laugh. “I love you.”

I get that a lot.

“Doubtful,” you teased. He neatly folded up the paper he had written on, pretending to scowl at you.

“Bonito flakes,” he said.

“Sorry, sorry. Have a nice night, Toge. Thank you for the cake and for helping me out so much,” you said. He saluted at you and then walked out of the room, tossing the paper into your sweet smelling candle and slamming the door behind him. You watched the flames curl around the white edges until the entire sheet was gone, all evidence of your conversation with Toge disappearing into wisps of smoke.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #yuuta x y/n #canon au #reader insert #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[ethanharli]

Pairing(s); Toge Inumaki x Male Reader

Warning(s); Fluff, Cursing, Fantasy/Medieval AU, Traveler Reader, Bounty Hunter Toge, Toge knows JSL (a hc of mine), he's in his twenties here, Cursed energy is simply called powers here.

A/n- this is for @godlyaffection 1k colab ♡ congrats to you!! You're an amazing writer and you deserve it :)) n' all the love and appreciation too.

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◈ When he appeared from the bushes, you were on guard. A random man you didn't know just appearing from the bushes to greet you? Feels like a set up for disaster. However, you were pleasantly surprised that it wasn't, and was in fact just a man asking for help. It was also a miracle that you still remember JSL.

"I can hear, just can't speak," He signed, you nodded at that, letting out a small breath of relief, "But I lost my horse, could you help me look for it?" He asked.

You contemplated it for a minute, wondering if you really should help out a man you just meet, "Sure, why not."

◈ It took about an hour to find his horse, but within that time you both talked and even learned each other's name's. Toge Inumaki, a name you've heard before, he's famous bounty hunter that many fugitives would hate to be at the mercy of. His reputation travels far and wide because of this, and a small part of you felt a bit excited that you got to met him in person.

◈ Little did you know though, you also had a pretty good reputation yourself, so when you tried to introduce yourself he said he already knew you- que the internal happiness-

◈ You both decided to travel together for a while since you were heading in the same direction, and he currently wasn't working any bounty jobs. It was fun getting to know him and even learn a bit about his friends, and even other people he's worked with.

◈ He was very fun to converse with, even though he couldn't actually speak due to his power, but because of that he even helped reteach you sign language. It was fun learning it again, and he enjoyed teaching you, especially when you looked so excited when you got something correct.

◈ You both would meet up every now and then after that encounter. You'd even help him out with bounties, some ended up going smoothly, while others would end up with you both roughed up, sometimes one worse than the other.

"You need to take be more careful" He signed before going back to cleaning the cut on your cheek. All you could do was look at him, a slow heat creeping up your neck as a smile adored your features.

"You're beautiful.." You spoke softly, catching him off guard. It was silent for a moment, no movement, no noise, besides rapid thumping of your beating heart.

◈ After that things got a bit tense, but not in the worst way. He'd avoid your gaze sometimes, but every touch seemed to linger longer than it should have. He'd get a little shy and even bashful sometimes when you're around, but you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you when you weren't looking.

◈ It was when he joined you on your adventure that he asked you out, he did it by a lake, where the stars and moon reflected off the unmoving water. It was cute seeing him all flustered when he signed it, his eye's would try to meet your gaze but once it did- he'd get embarrassed and look away. Of course you said yes though, he was very happy about it, but even more happy about the fact that you pulled him in for a kiss immediately after.

◈ After that he'd join you on your adventure, but still do bounty jobs every now and then. You both would travel together for a few years, fighting monsters that come across your path, and visiting beautiful spots that take your breath away. Making many special memories.

#x reader #x male reader #toge x reader #toge x male reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge inumaki x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader

[ang3lik]

me immediately reblogging and participating is so true. i love that you're a lana girl just like me <333 congrats, angel you deserve the absolute world!

❤️ please ! fandom: scream + here's my funky little description!

full name: allyson. ( it's actually my middle name ), entj, she/her, 19. my favorite colors are pink and navy blue. i'm 5'11, afro-latina, and a scorpio sun, taurus moon, and pisces rising (according to my chart i'm ruled by jupiter and the sun). i am a lana truther but some of my other favorite artists include banks, lorde, bad bunny, and coco + clair clair.

i'm bisexual, but i have a larger attraction to women than men. my relationship with my mum is a bit strained but i'm close to my dad (not in the internalized misogyny way though). i was raised in the south (to this day i don't know why my parents did this to me) but spent a lot of time up north and went through the catholic girl phase including ending up wanting to kiss girls lmao. i'm deeply spiritual but not religious and wear a lot of jewelry (gold and silver).

right now i'm in school for cosmetic chemistry to learn how to formulate makeup. i am obsessed with aesthetics. i'm very sentimental and emotional but not when you first meet me. when it comes to love i fall last but the hardest. i love to read (currently rereading beautiful creatures which is an all-time fave) and some of my favorite films are jackie, arrival, last night in soho, thoroughbreds, and the great gatsby. i can be kind to a fault but i don't care because i'd rather die than be known as mean.

according to my friends here are things that they associate with me: leaving long messages for them that connect to bluetooth in their car, coconut and vanilla scented anything, spiced coffee in the mornings bc i learned it from my mum, bamboo hoops, slowed lana songs, minimalism w art deco accents, annotations in my books to the point where the pages are cracking, long box braids, almond shaped nails, pinterest, the almond blossom painting by van gogh (this made me cry), birth charts, going to the cinema alone, upstate new york, and vacations on film.

i am so sorry if this is way too much info but i love you and i'm so proud of you!! you deserve everything you're getting and you are so sweet to top it all of! can't hug you in person but know that i'm always sending you my love, all of it.

my love !! you’re so sweet and all the best girls are lana girls i swear !!

honestly you give me such aqua, mermaidy, beachy, beautiful vibes ! i love earthy girls and with you being an earth sign i feel like your aura and vibe just ties all in so well ! you seem so pretty and peaceful i can just tell you’re a wonderful person ! 💗

but i totally ship you with… jill roberts.

you’re both complete opposites, but opposites attract! you wear the pink shirts and jill wears the blue plaid! a pisces and a taurus are a terrific match! you’re both able to comfort each other in times of need and are a strong, stable couple! you bring a lot of love and brilliance to each other, and help each other find the happiness and delight in things!

you’re both lana lovers! you help jill bring out her emotions and express them to you, it t as yes a-lot for her to open up towards you but you’re her rock! you both share a love of reading and recommend books to each other! you’re both very much vanilla girls, you both smell very sweet, always stealing each others coconut scented body sprays and if you ever trade clothes you can smell each other on them!

you definitely do each others nails! painting them pastels with french tips or even just giving each other manicures sometimes! jill has plans to visit new york at some point and she really wants to take you with her, and explore the big apple with you! she can’t wait for all the adventures and exploring you’ll get up-to! but you both live a very simple life too! you both enjoy just relaxing and being in each others presence.

i hope you like it ! i would love to see you and jill together oml ! 💗

#「 ally .ᐟ 」 #— celebrations ִ ࣪𖤐 #scream #scream iv #scream 4 #jill roberts #emma roberts #❤️ lust for life

[missingn000]

Chapter 44 really was amazing!✨️

The Sukuna POV was an emotional rollercoaster except the rollercoaster is on fire and everone is screaming. He is so mentally unstable... Sugur might have won their fight, but Sukuna is winning the "my POV is a mental breakdown" contest (not much of a victory). Like he asks Yuuji if he thinks there is more beneath the surface and expect "no" because he knows how he presents himself and is not even willing to aknowledge that peaople are wrong??? He wants to be a one dimensional charicature so bad... Yikes.

Also he has such theatre kid energy! Everything is a performance with him in such a delightfully devastating way! Giving everyone nicknames to pretend that he doesn't know their names, only for Yuuji to call him out on the fact that he knows who Megumi is? Iconic. Defending the throne of skulls? Peak evil former theatre kid moment.

Sukuna really is putting a lot of effort into this act as a demon with a god complex. Quite a tiring act to hold onto for a millennium... He seems to be aware that he uses his god complex to hide his true feelings when he is lying to others, but when it comes to lying to himself using his persona as King of Curses he seems willfully oblivious. Or at least he was until Suguru used Divine Judgement on him and forced him to face himself and the fact that he is miserable and anyone with enough emotional intelligence sees him as miserable (like Yuuji), not as a god/vengeful spirit/demon crawling from hell/whatever else.

The fact that Yuuki knows that Sukuna is miserable but doesn't want to empathise with him is so... fair enough from Yuuji, like my poor sweet sunshine child deserves to be mad for everything Sukuna did to him and Toge, but also I am reluctantly annoyed because Kenjaku would be so smug about this and he doesn't deserve any second of enjoyment in life.

The new deal Yuuji made with Sukuna is certainly something. Also Sukuna panicking about dying even if he blames it on Yuuji, but also thinking (or refusing to think) that he will finally die is so interesting. King of having emotional inteligence but never using it to deal with his own emotions (valid).

Sukuna thinking about Yuuji's grandfather's last words and how certain he is that they are about him. That will be a devastating revelation, especially for poor Yuuji who just got the world's worst roomate living in his head. Kenjaku should have gotten hit by Mahito with that car.

The fact that Sukuna would have hugged him (even if he denies it to himself)? Peak sad wet poor little meow meow behavior.

"Can you writhe in agony a little quieter?" —> I would say Yuuji killed him with this, if not for "That once upon a time, someone loved you."

The "Don't leave me" that Sukuna will ignore because he is unstable and wants to only have 3 emotions.

I laughed out loud for a full minute at the crocodile story, I can't believe Sukuna randomly decided to help with that. "You limited yourselves with this esoteric plot"🤣 The kids going along with the story he invented too! Sukuna seems like someone that was fond of art, maybe once he gets over the whole being evil thing he can use that one minute he got from the deal to write poetry or something. Yuuji is also fond of drawing and stories now that I think about it. He is also emotionally intelligent like Sukuna. Definetly a weird coincidence.🤔

Sukuna being impressed? by the fact that Shoko would eat an entire tray of cupcakes meant for her children was kind of cute. "Good for her" —> I agree, she deserves it.

Yuuta hearing that Toge was hurt and instantly deciding to move to his school and abandon the "homeschooled by a former cult leader" life, peak gay behavior. You really managed to show his intensity and his progress with that decision.

"The fuck is wrong with you, by the way? You're cursed or something?" —> King of Curses and King of Tact and approaching sensitive subjects with care and understanding.

Poor Megumi? My boy is going through it.

The Tsumiki and Nobara friendship!✨️I am so happy you decided to give Tsumiki an arc! Nobara seeing that the perfect Tokyo girl also has problems of her own is so good for her. Tsumiki seeing that you can be combative and still have friends will be nice for her as well. They can learn so much from each other!✨️

Satoru finally meets his other kids! I am so happy for him and his horrible highlighter clothes. Yuuta even called him dad!✨️The Geto kids joining the training sessions will be good for them, especially Nanako and Mimiko who still need to let go of the stuff Suguru taught them in his post kfc breakup era.

"Satoru slips on his vivid shoes. They’re not so bad once you get used to them! Yuuta’s eyes are totally numb now." Forget killing a little girl for money, Toji's worst act clearly was telling Satoru that orange should be his favorite color encouraging him to wear eye burning neon everywhere.

Satoru's dented traffic cone fashion taste 🤝 Suguru's horrible knitting skills

i am so happy you liked it!! SADFGHJK i feel like sukunas entire EXISTENCE is an emotional rollercoaster, good god this man is a trainwreck. you’re so right, the rollercoaster is on fire, there are no seatbelts in sight, and it’s a never-ending vertical loop. he somehow has getou beat in the mental illness department, which is honestly a feat worthy of praise. or therapy. probably both. he asks questions he knows he’ll get the wrong answer to then gets hurt by those answers, but just keeps asking anyway for the twisted hope someone will see through his facade. he’s such a fucked up theater kid. it’s all a lie, it’s all a performance, but where does it end? how much of it has actually become his real identity in his pursuit to be perceived as such? i don’t think even sukuna knows.

you put it so well — he realizes he’s lying, but to some extent refuses to confront it: either by ignoring the contradictory turmoil inside him or embracing the fact that he’s a liar without acknowledging what he’s lying about. sukuna has a complex past with lying, and we’ll see more of it in his next pov as well as its origins when his backstory is revealed.

yuuji, my poor sweet sunshine. yeah, i agree that it sucks how kenjaku is right — at least at first. he was correct in believing yuuji would make sukuna fall apart, but, perhaps he hasn’t foreseen that yuuji could also be the only one who can put him back together…sukuna on some level realizes this, but he refuses to acknowledge it because that would require admitting he both wants and needs yuuji’s help. but you’re so right, he’s too sad and wet and pathetic to address it as things currently are.

so. that may take time. yuuji is still very resentful, and is having his beliefs challenged for the first time. their new binding vow certainly doesn’t help with it, especially since sukuna immediately antagonized yuuji with it and drove him away from his loved ones further. which of course means they’re stuck with just each other!! an interesting predicament, especially since sukuna wants yuuji’s attention so badly but gets hurt by yuuji every time he actually gets it. wow they’re a mess. god they make me unwell

sdfghjk sorry i always go off when it comes to yuuji & sukuna, they’re def in my top 5 favorite duos in the story. but wahh inuokko have my heart too <333 (though i guess both of them now have different surnames in this story….) yuuta is so accepting, and he finally feels like he understands someone else’s predicament for once, both relating to yuuji and megumi. and yet, both of them are distancing themselves from him and from their own feelings. yuuta has quite the task ahead of him for sure.

and so does nobara! proud of her for offering to help, and for accepting tsumiki’s imperfections, because it comes closer to her realizing even the dignified tokyo girls she admires are just people too.

i snorted at your last two comments lmao. so real, toji really encouraged gojo’s bad fashion in the sweetest yet worst way and now getou’s terrible knitting will make it worse. so happy for all of them.

thanks for reading!!!

#tpg