#he's so tiny!! hold him gently yuuta

[shoukohime]

THE GANG'S ALL HERE

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ EASE THE ACHE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

your glad your boyfriend yūta was always prepared, offering you a sleeping pill when you were having trouble was helpful— but why do you feel so needy suddenly?

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. he drugs you with an aphrodisiac and tells you it’s a sleeping pill -> dubcon. creampie. he’s obsessed. wc, 3k.

note. repost :)

you’re not sure how long you’ve been lying here— gazing at the empty space of your ceiling as you toss and turn in your comforter. you’re pretty sure if you check your phone one more time you’ll have seen most hours of the clock, and the frustration only seems to make your body feel even more awake. you’d even taken a sleeping pill, so humbly offered by your boyfriend to try and aid your own exhaustion, but if anything it’s only made the room spin as you try to focus on the steady rhythm of your heart.

your body feels weird, like there’s a buzz underneath your skin that extends to the base of your spine— every brush of your figure against the sheets tickles and every squeeze of your hands on your thighs feels even better. you feel needy, uncomfortably so considering how late it is, but you can’t help the way it makes you yearn. why now of all moments? 

you let yourself exhale a slow sigh as you try to ignore the ache between your thighs, kicking at your sheets until they pull down your hips because not only can you not sleep— your body cant even find a comfortable temperature and it makes you want to get out of bed entirely and just give up.

“baby?” the low hum jolts you slightly with the way it cuts through the darkened atmosphere of your room, accompanied by the slow crawl of cold fingertips across your hips as your boyfriend, yuuta, presses into you from behind. “what’s wrong?”

his touch feels like it cools the warmth of your skin comfortably and you find your eyes fluttering at the way his hands seem to instinctively begin drawing soothing shapes into your sides, like he’s aware of your answer before you even say it.

like he’s been awake watching you this whole time.

“i just cant sleep, i think i’m going crazy.” but your answer still earns you a smeared kiss along your shoulder as yuuta leans in closer, followed by another as he pushes his hands up the hem of your shirt to palm at your overheating skin. “i don’t know what’s wrong, it hurts,”

he holds you there, your back pressing into his chest until you’re surrounded by him— by his scent and his being. you can feel the ticklish press of his dark hair trailing along your skin as he coats you in kisses, tiny little ones that morph into ones that linger as he pushes them up the slope of your neck. why does everything feel so much better than usual right now? 

“do you need me to help?” another suckled kiss and it’s accompanied by your boyfriend’s cold touch teasing slightly just beneath your chest. his teeth nip gently at the base of your neck from behind and he gives you a slow look from over your shoulder— you’re unaware of his gaze from this angle, but he can still see enough of your pretty features to leave him satisfied for now.

you don’t know why you feel more sensitive than usual, maybe it’s the sleeping pill in your system— no, it wouldn’t be that, your boyfriend wouldn’t give you something that could be deemed unsafe. you must just be tired.

you let the question linger in the space where you both breathe for a bit but you swear your boyfriend must feel the way it seems to urge your heart rate to take a quicker rhythm, taking that as his answer. your next exhale is choked off and dreamy when yuuta takes a languid palmful of your tits to squeeze, the pad of his thumb flicking slightly over your nipples until they perk up under the touch. the soft, featherlight movement is enough to make you shiver— pushing yourself closer into his chest like you’re caught in his web.

yuuta’s glad you opt not to wear a bra under your pyjamas. it’s like this is exactly what you want from him. you’re pliant, drowsy state only seems to be heightened by the pill he slipped you earlier, it would help with your sleep eventually but the mild aphrodisiac effect would be quite troublesome for you until then, but that’s what he’s for.

he had his own ways of making sure you slept well afterall, you don’t need anything else but him to help you. he can prove that.

your eyelashes flutter prettily against your cheeks as you suck on your lower lip and as much as you want to give into yuuta’s greedy touches, you know he should really get some rest too considering how little he seems to sleep. you’d put it down to him being a light sleeper, he always seemed to be awake before you— lying on his side, staringat you as soon as you first open your eyes.

like he wants to make sure he’s the first thing you see.

“it’s fine, yuu— you can sleep, it’s—“ another sinful swipe of the pad of his fingers across your nipples makes you croon, hes close enough for you to hear the way your reaction pulls a drawn out growl from him as he curls even closer— like hes trying to crawl into your skin.

“i’m not tired,” another smeared kiss followed by a nip of his teeth and you give into him so easily given the haze of your mind and the heat that twists in your gut. “i promise.” yuuta’s words are emphasised by a steady, but needy rock of his hips into you from behind as you feel the press of his clothed cock against your lower back.

your hips shift and it only seems to make everything feel even better when you feel him reach down to hook his palm beneath your thigh, pulling it back until he’s able to push himself closer to the heat that teases him between them.

“you’re so soft,” another stuttered press of yuuta’s hips into yours and you can feel the way his cock throbs against your clothed cunt, like it’s begging to be even closer, shed of it’s restraints— like a wild animal without its collar so it can return to its instincts, “and warm.” his other hand continues its ministrations on your sensitive tits as he presses more kisses and marks up your neck, then down your shoulder as he ruts into you from behind.

“sometimes i just want to stay awake to look at you.” his praise makes you feel lightheaded as heat licks at the base of your spine, you can’t help but push back into his movements— arching into the press of his palms as he toys with your body. the confession might be weird to some but you know that’s just the type of person your boyfriend was, so full of devotion and love that he’d stay awake for eternity if it was by your side.

your lips part to moan and the sound makes yuuta’s hand on your tits squeeze as he buries another strangled moan into the crook of your neck. you feel the cool crawl of his fingertips as they leave your thigh, twitching closer to the space between them instead as you hump desperately into the touch and he rewards the act of pure love with another suckled kiss.

“can i taste you?” it’s a delicious question, one that you’re still slightly whoozy, sleep deprived mind almost bends to instantly when it’s breathed out like it’s a low, desperate plea. but you know if he starts, he won’t stop as soon as he’s buried into your cunt and as much as you’d love to have your hands in his hair and his head between your thighs— you do actually want to get some rest tonight.

so as much as it pains you, you manage to shake your head despite the pleasure that clouds it.

“yuuta, i want you right now.. please, don’t wanna wait,” your voice comes out needier than you expect it too when it’s followed by a particularly, slow press of yuuta’s fingertips between your clothed folds. the soft touch presses hard onto your clit as your body rolls against his, and you’re pretty sure he can already feel the damp, creeping heat that your slick is leaving on your panties as he pants against you.

“all of me?” he asks, desperately— mindlessly as his hips continue their needy pace,

“mhm,” your answer pulls a sinful sort of sound from your boyfriend behind you as his hands grab at the layers between you both— almost ripping at your panties completely before he’s kicking his sweats to his ankles and resting his forehead against your shoulder to breathe deep. you already feel dizzy, maybe it’s how heavy your body feels— weighed down by exhaustion but also lust, need now that you’re so close to being wrapped in the man behind you.

you’re so close to easing that ache that you can feel as deep as your bones.

yuuta’s cold touch keeps you present as his hands return to squeeze at your thigh, urging you to lift it so obediently so he can slide his cock between them. you move so easily when you’re like this, bending to his will— to his love and it makes something in his chest squeeze with the way you rely on him like this. just like he needs you to.

you feel the trembled exhale across your nerves with the first press of your silky cunt across the shaft of his cock, urging his hips to almost glue themselves to you as you rub your slick along the length of him.

he’d normally spend hours to prep you, to stretch you— even just to use it as an excuse to take as much of you as you’re willing to give him.

but right now you’re sleepy, half coherent and your eyes flutter closed everytime you feel yuuta’s tip catch on your clit, making a wet tacky sound as the pleasure trembles against your spine. a few more languid thrusts through your folds and your lips part into a pretty ‘o’ shape when he finally presses against the entrance to your cunt, teeth biting down on your shoulder when he finally begins to sink into you.

you feel him grunt against your skin, one of his hands moving to rub soothing, messy circles into your clit as your pussy clenches harder around him the deeper he goes. but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching back against him, pushing more of his cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.

you whimper when he finally bottoms out, high pitched and needy at the feeling of yuuta’s balls pressing against your ass and you pull another groan from the dark haired sorcerer when your pussy flexes again. it’s not enough, it still burns— aches in your gut, you need him to fuck you until you’re trembling, on the edge of consciousness. your body feels like it’s on fire with want, you’re so needy you’re considering it really could be love.

his jaw clenches and your back relaxes against his chest once more, feeling the press of his palm return to its place under your shirt as he takes a slow handful of your breast, making you melt into him as your walls quiver around him.

“i.. i don’t like not being able to see you,” yuuta’s words are a trembled exhale as he grits his teeth before drawing his hips back, feeling the hug of your walls press down on his cock eagerly at the loss as you try to lure him back in. he always liked his front row seat to every pretty expression he could pull from you— knowing nobody else would ever see you fall apart like that. not now that you’re his.

“baby,” he tries again, a plea accompanied by his first real thrust as he presses up against the pleasurable parts inside of you that make you moan. it makes you twist into him as you lean onto your back, looking over your shoulder to meet your boyfriends haunting gaze for the first time since this whole exchange started.

“‘s that better?” your eyelashes flutter as you look over yuuta’s features and you swear you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you as your eyes meet.

your lips are parted, eyes half-lidded and blown and he’s never seen you look so sinful— like you’re a fucking succubus and he looks back at you, all adoring and infatuated like he’d let you drag him straight to hell. “yeah, uh.. i like when you look at me, you’re pretty.”

the pace yuuta’s taken is quick, needy little pumps of his hips that make your tits jolt with every clapping thrust as it echos. your skin is too warm, damp with sweat but every deep kiss of his cock only makes you greedy for more as you whine wordlessly. he sinks into you again and your eyes almost roll back entirely with the way it soothes the sting in your bones and you feel your boyfriend lean in to lewdly lick at the sweat gathered along your jawline.

“please, yuu~ make it feel good,” your words are half-coherent, hormone-drunken babbles that’s are like music to your boyfriends ears when he feels your pussy squeeze down on him. it’s like your body is begging for it too, so wet and warm that every thrust only seems to coat him in even more slick as it squelches with every press, “it hurts so much,”

your eyes are still on his, albeit your gaze blurry with how well yuuta’s fucking you right now— easing your need and you feel his lips trace their way across your cheeks as his fingers under your shirt toy at your nipples again. “it’s okay, i’ve got you. i’ll do anything for you,” his voice is low, urging you to arch at the sweet, soft sound with the next press of his cock, stuttering past your sensitive spots just as his fingers pinch to pull at your tits. “because i love you,”

his lips part to continue, but it’s cut off by a rough groan when your pussy squeezes, making his hips stutter before he’s swallowing heavy and trying again, “s-so much,” your pussy is like silk, squeezing so tight he can barely move— like it’s returning his confession tenfold and that only seems to urge him to begin a pace that’s a little faster, needier as he moves to toy with your clit next. “does it feel good?”

“yes! i love you, yuu~” your mouth seems to act on its own when your mind is so foggy with pleasure, so close to your orgasm you can feel the relief tremble beneath your skin as you meet yuuta’s thrusts with messy, needy humps that only urge him deeper. his fingers are still cold despite the way he’s sweating hard, curling them into your folds as he rubs sticky circles into your clit and you’re almost rigid beneath him, feeling the waves of your orgasm begin to burn along your skin as you pant his name with a stuttered pleasepleaseplease—

you almost pass out with how hard and good it hits you, toes curling from where they rest as you make a messy, creamy ring around your boyfriends cock and he ruts into you like an animal in heat as he greedily takes the orgasm he’s earned from your pliant body.

it seems like it stretches on forever and you feel like a shell of a person as you come down, so fucked out you’re drooling and half-coherent as the lingering pleasure shoots through you but yuuta doesn’t stop. he thinks you’re adorable like this as he presses kisses against your now tear stained cheeks, licking up the drool that trails from your lips as you grab at him— you’re suddenly so drowsy but you’re still burning with lust, your body is begging for more as he continues with the back and forth stutter of his hips.

“yu—uta, ah—“ you can barely breathe with the pleasure that weighs down on you, body jolting with your boyfriends movements but it feels so good, you feel like you’re floating, caught in a dream-like state that makes the room spin.

“mhm, baby. i’m here for you— see, just look at m-me, i’ll never leave.” you offer yuuta a slow, pretty blink when you feel his fingers tilt your head back towards him, his eyes are still on you— unnervingly dark as they cut through your pliant state but his stare still makes your cunt squeeze with his next thrust.

“you’re s-so pretty.. want, ah—want you to see me cum for you,” another broken, needy plea and you whimper out a dreamy little mhm that makes him fucking moan as his orgasm burns through him. it’s so messy and loud the way he presses his load into you, fucking it into your walls until it’s pushing out of you with every thrust— dampening the mattress beneath you as it smears against your cunt and thighs.

but this time, yuuta stops when he begins to tremble— wrapping himself around you instead when his cock finally eases out of your walls, half soft and still twitching from his orgasm as you all but collapse in his arms. you’re unsure if it’s your now drowsy state that has you curling into him, but you feel like you could sleep for days— not even bothering to care for the mess when you’re in his arms and feeling him press sweet kisses against your features between i love yous.

“thank you, yuu,” it seems your sleeping pill has finally kicked in as you find yourself dozing off, you’ll be sure to thank him for giving you it in the morning after a well deserved rest.

lucky for you.. and him, your boyfriend bought more than one— just for you.

© gojoath. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[missmeinyourbones]

Leah!!!! How are you lovely!!!! May I slide in with a yuuta + “I want to watch you” 👉🏽👈🏽

NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

cw: afab!reader, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, anything for you princess okkotsu

...

yuuta doesn't know why he says it, or what comes over him in the heat of the moment.

but you're here, kissing his neck so softly and the feeling of your thighs against his is such a tease. and then you're asking him what he wants and before he can stop himself, the words are already dripping from his mouth like water when he breathes—

"i want to watch you."

he feels the subtle hesitation of your tongue flicker against his skin and he's positive his heart has stopped beating. slowly, you pull away from the crook of his neck to look at him, but yuuta dodges your stare.

"watch me?" your voice is gentle, laced with confusion or maybe interest, but he can't tell yet. he's too afraid to look you in the eyes right now and god, he's still so rock hard it hurts.

you watch him swallow dryly, his adam's apple bobbing before he cautiously nods, unsure of himself. "unless, you aren't into that, or wouldn't be comfortable, or something. sorry, i don't know why i—"

"no, no," your smaller hands find his jaw—a feeble attempt to calm his nerves, but it works. because he finally looks at you with those wet-doe eyes when you reassure him, "no, don't apologize."

slowly, as if you're afraid he'll scurry at any sudden movements, you crawl off of him. no longer on top of his body but now laying back for him to properly see you, all of you, your body relaxes against the mattress.

yuuta feels like his head is spinning while he watches you get comfortable, eyes still on him as your hand painfully creeps down your body.

"if that's what you want," your voice trails off as your hand does, slowly and shakily dancing beneath the waistband of your panties as it gets closer to where you want him. need him.

but because of him, for him, your hand will have to suffice for now.

"if you wanna watch me," your breath is shaky when you swipe a finger between your velvet folds, hiccuping at the touch combined with the heat of yuuta's intense stare, "then watch me."

it almost feels like a challenge, the way you're holding his gaze while gently playing with yourself. yuuta can't see exactly what your finger is doing, but he knows your expressions well enough to let his imagination run wild where your hand is covered by the thin, damp cloth.

he knows that you like to be teased a bit, fingers gently sliding between your folds to gather slick. how you like slow circles on your clit, how it makes your hips stutter as they buck for more pressure. he knows how your eyebrows furrow when he finally pushes a finger inside.

he watches you carefully, hungrily, and when you finally stop teasing yourself and allow a finger to slip inside of your dripping pussy, it's almost too much for him to bare.

"oh, fuck me," he nearly drools, closing and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to collect himself, to confirm that this is real. he isn't dreaming.

"yuuta," your sweet voice coos, almost teasingly when you scold him, "you're not watching."

a tiny whimper is heard before yuuta's eyes are on you once more. the show continues a little bit longer, you bringing yourself closer to your aching peak and him trying his very best not to audibly gasp and moan along with you.

lost in the moment, you jump a bit a the sudden feeling of his hands on your hips. they slowly make their way down to replace where yours are eagerly rubbing and curling between your legs.

he replicates your movements but better, like he knows you inside and out, knows what you like and just how you like it.

between quickened breaths and fluttering eyes, you can't help but playfully remind him.

"what happened to watching me?" you tease through a moan-laced smile.

yuuta savors your sensitive expressions with awe, almost copying them himself when he grins lovingly.

"oh," he promises, "i'm still watching you."

[mana-jjk]

i think toge would want to have kids so badly, but he's scared that his cursed speech would always be a barrier between them. despite kids delighting in his antics and crowing back his safe words like it's a secret language, i think the idea of having a child that looks at him with the same disdain his family does haunts him.

i also think yuuta adores the idea of raising a family and all that cheesiness, he daydreams of a child with lilac eyes and inky black hair with tiny hands that cling to their fingers. but he never wants to pressure toge, never wants him to doubt for a moment that he wants to spend his life with him.

the issue is that yuuta knows in the depths of his soul that toge was always meant to be a parent. even when yuuta was awkward and floundering around children in his first-year, toge seemed to embrace the role with a naturalness that none of them had.

gentle eyes and secret smiles, holding grubby little hands as if he didn't mind at all. sharing what little words he had to delighted young eyes that seemed to latch on to the depths of his heart immediately. they loved him, crawled on his legs and crowed in awe when even his lean arms could hold their dangling forms. it was a universal acknowledgment to leave the children to him and occasionally yuuji, though yuuta filled in that space as he grew older and more confident.

the first time he joined toge in babysitting a kid, it was a pair of little girls with bows in their hair and missing front teeth. yuuta shielded their eyes while maki and panda hacked at the curse in the playground, toge fixing the braids in their hair.

the way he brushed their hair back gently, tipping their heads to share a smile, answering their babbling with soft affirmations in his onigiri language, made yuuta's heart squeeze. he thought about silvery white hair spilling between his fingers, of dark blue eyes sparkling the way yuuta's does every time he looks at him.

but toge wasn't ready, and that was okay. he'd wait until his next life if that was what it would take.

until something unexpected happened.

a child of the inumaki clan was born, the cursed snake eyes and fangs adorning their tiny face.

their parents, non-sorcerers and nearly detached from the clan wanted nothing to do with her. gojo intercepted, and knew exactly who to approach. he played a little dirty, teleporting into their home where toge was waiting for yuuta to return with the child in his hands.

as much as toge was afraid of his own inability, he knew objectively that he was the best choice to raise a child with cursed speech. that's what he told himself, but the truth was that the moment he saw her sleeping face, he was besotted. gojo handling her into his arms, feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, the wisps of white hair, the way her nose scrunched up, the little noises she made were enough to send his heart aching.

yuuta came in to the sight of toge's eyes tracing over her face, lilac eyes burning with emotion as gojo explained himself all over again.

toge tried to say that he understood if it was too much for yuuta, to raise a child that wasn't his own, one who had to have a unique childhood - but yuuta was already kneeling in front of him. eyes dancing between toge and the baby girl as if he couldn't decide where to begin and end.

"she looks like you," and his voice is choking with emotion, as if something like that was all he had ever wanted, "she's perfect."

she wakes up, as if sensing the spike in cursed energy, and her eyes are the milky blue of a newborn, with just a hint of the lilac they'll eventually fade into. unfocused but they sparkle just like yuuta dreamed about.

gojo takes his leave to get them supplies, and yuuta takes the fastest shower of his life. washing his hands twice afterwards. his fingers are pruny and his hair is still dripping the first time he brushes his fingers against her face. she turns into him and his heart just about stops.

he holds her for the first time on the floor of their living room. toge's feet are tucked under his thighs while he gently dries his hair and yuuta just stares at her.

it's a universal acknowledgment that yuuta is a girl dad, but walk with me on this because i physically cannot stop, toge is just as much of a girl dad.

their daughter's first language is in toge's safe words, she seems to understand him completely. the inumaki clan communicates with their hearts, and there's no one in this world that loves her more than her parents.

toge braids her hair and yuuta waits obediently while her clumsy fingers try to braid his shorter strands. toge gets a step stool so they can bake little treats for tea parties where yuuta will sit in too little chairs while toge tries not to laugh at his knees up to his chin. toge teaches her to be careful in her speech and wipes the tears away when she fumbles, the curses bounce off yuuta and her shiny eyes think he's invincible, forcing him to chase monsters away every night from under her bed.

it's the push toge needs to take a step back from being a sorcerer, it's motivation that makes yuuta finish his missions within seconds.

for a moment it makes them wonder how their own parents could have treated them so badly, to have their own that they'd burn the world for. but it doesn't matter, because she is so entirely loved by them and the aunts and uncles all around her. they deserve to be parents PERIOD !!

ugh i've been thinking about them for weeks i'm crying please please inuokko happiness PLEASE yuuta and his daughter look at toge with the same expression of absolute love and it one shot takes him out and it's what he deserves

[ecl1pwze]

Hi, can I request Gojo (top) x Okkotsu (bottom) fanfic? Gojo - a college student picked up a weak, palm-sized mermaid at the beach so he brought him home to care for him in an aquarium. That little mermaid is Okkotsu Yuuta, living every day with Gojo filled with love is a great happiness after having to face the ferocity of the sea and the hate from humans out there.

Sure thing ! Sorry for the late reply ! Credits to @starovis and @lvnmoir the dividers ! Thank you for requesting, have a good day ! (≧∇≦)/

「 THE MERMANS TALE 」

➥Gojo Satoru x Okkotsu Yuuta

➥ fluff

➥ 900 words

The merman's tale begins on a sun-drenched beach, where Gojo Satoru stumbles upon an unusual sight - a tiny, exhausted creature half-submerged in the warm sand. It's no larger than a human palm, with iridescent turquoise scales and wide, frightened eyes. Gojo can't resist the little guy's plea for help, scooping him up gently and cradling the merman in his hands. At home, Gojo sets up a spacious aquarium for his new roommate, filling it with seaweed, colorful coral, and a variety of ocean fish for company. As the days pass, Yuuta thrives under Gojo's attentive care. The college student takes great pleasure in feeding him, playing with him. In turn, Yuuta repays Gojo's kindness with affection, nuzzling against the glass or swimming up to greet him with a splash and a giggle whenever he enters the room. For Yuuta, life in his underwater sanctuary is a dream come true - no more struggling to breathe air, no more fearing the wrath of humans.

With each passing week, Gojo finds himself growing increasingly attached to the pint-sized merman. He marvels at Yuuta's curiosity, his playful nature, and the way the little creature seems to sense his moods. On days when Gojo's classes are particularly grueling or stressful, he'll pause to watch Yuuta frolic among the seaweed, his heart lightening at the sight. Yuuta, in turn, comes to rely on Gojo's comforting presence, seeking him out when he's feeling anxious or homesick for the ocean. As their bond deepens, Gojo begins to envision a future where they can be together, free from the constraints of the human world. He starts researching the merfolk's origins, seeking clues on how Yuuta might be able to live alongside humans without the need for an aquarium. For now, though, Gojo is content to cherish the simple joys of their daily routine - the laughter, the discoveries, and the quiet moments of connection between a human and his merman companion. As he prepares for another day, Gojo smiles, knowing that with Yuuta by his side, the world feels just a little bit brighter.

One morning, Gojo wakes to find Yuuta perched on the edge of the aquarium, his tiny hands pressed against the glass as he stares intently at something outside the tank. Curious, Gojo approaches, peering over Yuuta's shoulder. What he sees takes his breath away. On the windowsill lies a small, delicate seashell, its interior glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Yuuta turns to look up at Gojo, his expression one of awe and reverence. Without a word, the merman reaches out to claim the shell, cradling it in his palm as if it were a precious treasure. Over the next few days, Yuuta becomes increasingly fixated on the shell, spending hours simply holding it or gazing at its luminous interior. Gojo notices changes in Yuuta's behavior - he's more subdued, his movements slower and more deliberate. The playful, carefree merman seems to have vanished, replaced by a contemplative, almost reverent creature. Gojo's heart aches, unsure of what to make of these sudden changes in his little friend.

As the days pass, Yuuta grows even more withdrawn, rarely leaving the aquarium or engaging with Gojo as he once did. The only times the merman's eyes light up are when he's gazing at the mysterious seashell or when Gojo brings him a live fish to feed on. Gojo's concern deepens, and he begins to wonder if the shell might hold some significance for Yuuta, perhaps a key to his merman heritage or a portal to his oceanic home. He spends long hours researching the shell's properties, pouring over ancient texts and consulting with experts in the field of marine biology. Meanwhile, Yuuta seems content to simply exist in a state of quiet contemplation, his physical needs met but his spirit adrift. Gojo's love for the merman only grows stronger in the face of this enigmatic behavior, and he finds himself spending even more time by the aquarium, hoping to catch a glimpse of the spark that once made Yuuta shine so brightly. Little does Gojo know that the answers he seeks lie hidden within the shell itself, waiting for Yuuta to unlock the secrets of his past and his true purpose.

One fateful evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, Yuuta's gaze finally meets Gojo's, his large, luminous eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and resignation. With a sad little nod, Yuuta rises from his perch and swims to the bottom of the aquarium, the seashell clutched tightly in his fist. There, he waits patiently for Gojo to approach. When the human finally crouches down, Yuuta opens his hand, revealing the shell's glowing interior. Gojo gasps, his mind reeling at the sight. Slowly, deliberately, Yuuta places the shell in Gojo's palm, his small hand covering the larger one. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through Gojo's body, and as he looks down into Yuuta's eyes, he feels a sudden rush of images and sensations - the feeling of ocean water on his skin, the sound of waves crashing against rocks, the taste of salt on his tongue. It's as if Yuuta is sharing his merman memories with Gojo, his way of saying goodbye. With a heavy heart, Gojo realizes that Yuuta's time with him has come to an end, that the little merman's true calling lies beyond the confines of the aquarium.

A/N: phewww this took a while and im sorry for that !! I really hope its not too occ but if you read till here thank you sm !!! Have a nice day !! :D

[darlingpwease]

I'm so sorry there 2.3k words, here's like a little intro to it tho???? The first part ig

hhhh I'm sorry if it's sloppy :'))

-panna cotta

Ookok, what about sorcerer/wizard!Yuuta who befriends sick!reader??

People who are gifted with magic are highly appreciated in society, for they can help out not only villages, no, cities in struggle, but whole countries, entire nations if they so wish. However, they’re incredibly rare to appear. Throughout the whole world, there will barely be even 30 people with those gifts. Being able to have inhumane abilities, unable to get sick, increased strength and agility, they truly were amazing souls.

That's why you were so surprised when you met Yuuta, and even became friends with him. Why would a person like him talk to a person like you? You don’t stand out well, you’re a pretty average person, in both skills and appearance, and you live in a shabby house, with an incredibly boring job as a farmer. Meanwhile Yuuta is probably the most stunning person you’ve ever met, and his magic always blows you away.

He loves to show you little tricks and see your reaction. Your face always brightens in awe, no matter how big or small it is. He’s always nervous to show you in case you don’t find it impressive, but when your eyes shine, and you say how amazing and great he is, he can’t help but flush as his chest feels all fuzzy and his stomach flutters.

You two met because Yuuta got injured while helping out nearby towns. His mana was drained after constant use for multiple days, and thus, when he crossed paths with monsters, he wasn’t able to fight properly.

You stumbled upon him right as he narrowly escaped, and when he looked at you after he crashed into your chest, stuttering out apologies, you couldn’t help but take him back to your tiny house to help treat him.

You saved him, and he can’t help but feel like he owes you his life.

Thus, your relationship bloomed. And even now, 4 years later, he still visits you whenever he can. You both send each other letters when Yuuta has to travel far to help aid other places, and you both can’t help but feel so stupidly happy when your eyes carefully gaze upon the ink placed upon the paper from your new messages.

You cherish your moments with Yuuta, he’s just so pretty, so amazing, so perfect that sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even real at all. What if he is just part of a wonderful dream that you don’t want to wake from??

But when he gently caresses your hand with a flustered look, timidly looking you in the eye, you can’t help but not want to leave him. Not that he wants to leave either, he wants to stay by your side forever.

Yuuta adores you, you are the light of his life. His savior. He always struggles with people, especially with that voice constantly in the back of his head telling him to be careful, to not trust them.. But with you, everything seems wonderful, and he never wants to leave. Whenever he gets summoned to a place far from you, it's like a horrible pain in his chest, a constant pressure. He gains more praise from people now, ‘he gets it done so quickly, he is so amazing!! Truly gifted!’, ‘So powerful!’. ‘He must be the best alive!!’ but only he knows, it’s only done quicker so he can go to you as soon as possible.

It’s almost a need for him to be with you.

You love being with him, hearing his stories, seeing new spells, everything about him is amazing. He loves being with you, experiencing your cooking, your warmth, you.

The gentle caresses you give each other, the long tender holds from a long separation, the comforting hugs given, the soft kisses given to one another thinking the other is asleep…

You are each other's joy. Each other's warmth.

Even after you both confess, the warm cozy nights spent together, affectionate heart-filled promises for the future, giggling under covers as if you were children, the poorly sung songs you both love to sing together, shy kisses given to each other, gentle gazes given throughout all the hours you spend together– it never seems enough, even though the euphoric rush given always seems too much, you’d happily accept more and more.

The childish joy in the days with the two of you is almost beautifully precious.

Even when he is a sobbing mess underneath you, harsh pants leaving you both as you press against each other as much as physically possible… The messy kisses exchanged, the hushed ‘love you’s spoken throughout those times…

Although Yuuta hates leaving you, you always make him cute little trinkets to take with him. ‘A little piece of me for you to accompany you’, you’d say. It gets to the point where he has his own bag he carries with him just full of them. He’d never tell you how he kisses them when he’s away though, secretly hoping you can somehow feel them despite the distance.

Just a glance at the bag has him smiling with joy. You are his world. You are his life. His everything.

He loves it when he returns, walking up the path to the house he calls home. He always sees you waiting by the door, or already outside. The moment your name leaves his lips, the way your face lights up when you see him, when you run up to him and scoop him into your arms, he can’t help but smile til his cheeks hurt. Loving laughs leaving both of you.

He ignores the nagging feeling, though. The way those voices drip into his ears, warning him that you will leave him. But he knows you won’t. He won’t let you.

The first time a fever fell on you, Yuuta panicked. He has never been sick himself, and when he sees how tired and weak you look, he’s scared. Why are you sick?? What does he do? You’ll be okay, right? Although he can help out whole countries, he can’t heal people. He can’t heal you. How is he so useless when it comes to this?? It was a struggle the first time, that's for sure.

However, as time moved forward, he learned how to take care of you, as you did him, when you ever got ill. He owes you his life, after all, and he’d lovingly do whatever you asked. He will take care of you, sharing the joy and appreciation he felt for you since the first time you both met.

That’s why when another fever fell, he wasn’t as worried as he was the first time. Obviously, he was still concerned, you never got this hot, you never looked this weak– but he knows you will get better. He will help you get better.

You smile so lovingly, so brightly, so gently as he gives you medicine and feeds you. You can’t help the way it spreads on your face as he tells you about what new story he has to share with you. The animated way he talks when he gets into it, only to snap out of it with timid embarrassment, the way he still clumsily caresses your hair, not minding how sticky and damp it feels through the sweat.

The way he quietly asks how you feel, the way he kisses you softly, almost as if he was worried you would break, the way he gently wipes your lips after you eat, how he worries over you, worrying if you’re sleeping okay, is your stomach sore? Your throat?? Any headache? Chills?? you can’t help but want to kiss him all over. How is he so cute??

He gives you the best medicine he can find, he makes sure the house is at a good temperature all the time, he makes sure you are as comfortable as you can be.

He’s giving you all he can, he owes you that much. He owes you so much

So why.

Why aren’t you getting better?

He doesn’t understand. He did everything he has done before, you got better then, so what’s different now?? Why does nothing seem to work??

The feeling of dread heavily climbs up him as more days go by, but your condition only seems to worsen. Why??

You seem to know something is wrong, too. You were having headaches before your fever, but you shrugged it off. You were doing your best to look better, but from the way Yuuta looked at you as the days moved forward, you know that you aren’t doing a good job. You just feel horrible. You feel like something is wrong, very very wrong.

But you can’t let Yuuta know that.

You two promised to be together until you both grew old and wrinkly. To travel around the globe, meet new people, see new things. To live in this shabby but comforting home until nature holds it long after you two leave its warmth. To wear matching clothes, have matching trinkets. Try new foods, and enjoy old ones.

You promised you wouldn’t leave him.

So why does it feel like you’re getting further and further away? You are right here. Right in front of him. He sees you, smells you, he feels you. He has you right here. So why does he feel that way?

You’re not leaving him, right? You wouldn’t. He would never let you. He owes you his life. His life, his whole being is yours, so why won’t you get better? He’s doing his best, please know he is doing his best, so don’t go. He doesn’t think he can live anymore without you by his side.

He knows he needs to find a healer right away when you sleep more. The way your breath is so, so heavy as wheezes leave your mouth. You’ve lost so much weight, you are more in a daze than you are not. He hears you when he leaves the room, the way you croak about how sorry you were and how sore everything was.

Oh no no no nononono, no dear no don’t apologize, he loves you dearly, can’t you see? He’d give you the world. He will do anything for you, so just get better. Okay? He will get you the best healer alive, okay??

You barely understood what he was saying when he told you that he wouldn’t leave your side. Your mind was so groggy. Everything hurt, and you could barely stomach food, drinking was becoming hard too. Everything was spinning, and you couldn’t help but feel both scalding hot but freezing cold simultaneously. You were so tired. Fuck, so so tired.

Yuuta can’t help but cry sometimes as he sees you now. He can see you changing. Leaving. A fellow sorcerer he knows is on their way. The letter said they should be there in less than a week. They’re an amazing healer, they’re known for their miracles, so they will help you. They will.

He should be happy, help is on the way! But when he looks at you, he doesn’t know if that will be good enough. They should be here now. He feels like a child throwing a tantrum.

Tears of frustration and angry sobs leave him. He doesn’t get it. What the hell is going on? Why is this happening?? You’re leaving him. You're so sick, why can’t he help? He is useless and is fucking up every second as you’re still not better. Why can’t you get better? Did he do something wrong and your mad at him? He’s sorry. He’s really really sorry, so please stop this and get better, please? Go back to normal, pretty please?? Please stop.

He lays his head next to you, too anxious that he might make you feel uncomfortable with his body heat if he gets too close. When your gazes meet, a worried look versus a muddled one, he can’t help himself from crying. Oh, love, he’d take this all away from you if he could. He’s trying, he’s really fucking trying. Please know that he’s trying so hard.

Gripping your hand, tenderly kissing it, he gently sings the songs you two would love to sing. Your weak smile, your awfully quiet hums, they hurt him. Where did your brightness go? Your energy? Oh, my dear, he will get you better. You have to.

But you don’t.

He doesn’t know what happened. You fell asleep, still gently smiling, he even slept next to you tonight. His palm was on your chest, feeling your heart's scarily slow and calm thumps, but it will be okay. Help is almost here.

It should have been okay.

But, as he awoke, he felt something was wrong. Stiffening, he slowly moves his gaze to his palm. Why can’t he feel anything? Why can’t he feel any thumping?

He suddenly is aware of just how stiff you are, how you seem cooler than before… How you aren’t waking up.

Hey, wake up.

Yuuta sits up quickly, tenderly shaking you at first, “C’mon, dear, wake up.” He says.

No movement.

As more minutes pass, his grip tightens. He shakes harder, speaks louder until he is eventually screaming for you to ‘Wake up! Wake up, please!’

Panic is all that runs through him. This is wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen.

No, no no nonono this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

You’re just sleeping! That’s right. You’ve looked so exhausted lately, you must be taking a deep rest, that’s all! Of course!

He lets out a chuckle, of course! How could he be so stupid. You used to sleep a lot in the past when you were sick, you will wake up soon. No, no you won’t, you’re dea–

He lovingly strokes your hair before going to grab some medicine.

That’s right, you’re all okay. Everything is okay.

The healer should be here any day now, any day. Soon. So soon, then you will be okay.

Yuuta can’t help but smile tenderly when he looks at your face, it’s stiff why is it stiff–

Leaning over, he presses a kiss on your forehead.

Yes. You are okay.

[215-luv]

WHAT JJK CHARACTERS DO TO/FOR YOU WHEN THEY’RE BORED

GOJO: will annoy tf out of you like he’s made to be a menace to society. you’re the center of his attention and the object of his desires—it isn’t a surprise you’re his number one target when he’s come to a point where he finds himself having nothing to do. will constantly poke or meddle with your affairs, such as if you have a mission, you bet he’ll come along and be your personal cheerleader. he’ll also do the initiative to be the one to file your leave (without you knowing either) so he can take you to different locations and spoil you as much as he likes. everytime you get home from a date, you always carry two and more shopping bags of whatever your boyfriend buys for you out of boredom and simply just because.

MEGUMI: feels this extreme magnetic force when it comes to you, so when people cross paths with him, you’re always there by his side. and so whenever megumi is bored, he always finds himself playing with your hair, brushing a thumb over your cheeks, cuddling with you, playing with your fingers, or reading a book while he has your head resting on his lap—simply anything that has him touching you involved. it isn’t everyday that you and him has the time to spend quality time together due to the constant missions you’re both assigned to. so he takes the opportunity and would rather use it just to have you by his side.

ITADORI: will burst into your dorm room unexpected and suggest if you want to watch a movie. when your boyfriend gets your approval, you almost screamed when he quickly carries you in his arms, rushing you out from your room to go to his—and you bet when you entered his room he already has everything prepared. will be the sweetest guy ever, he has every snack you favor, the pillows you usually hug whenever you visit his dorm, and the blanket that has the smell of his perfume. as he gently lays you on the couch, he quickly goes in for the dvd before taking his spot next to you, holding and cuddling you like a koala with a giddy smile on his face.

NANAMI: nanami?? bored?? it’s a first time! expect him to want to stay at home and spend the day in peace all to himself—but of course, that includes you. he’ll indulge himself in the time with you around, with that, when he’s bored he’s probably out there looking for food recipes to feed you. he loves being the one to do anything for you, therefore involving himself in domestic activities such as cooking food or cleaning the house. it might be unusual for some, but it’s probably one of nanami’s love languages.

INUMAKI: he’s an adorable and playful s/o! when he’s bored, he’ll want to spend time doing new things with you. you could both try out new board games together, a new movie just came out and the reviews are fantastic? toge will take you to the cinemas in an instant! when he saw those trendy flower legos, you bet he wanted to buy those things and build them for you. plus, he would even try out your favorite hobbies with, of course, having you as his personal tutor. he just loves experimenting new things with you when he has nothing to do.

MAKI: maki loves having quality time with you. when she’s bored, she would want to cuddle with you in one of your dorms and just lay around all day. she probably wouldn’t have any specific preference with how she spends her time with you, just as long as you’re happy next to her, she’s happy with it too. at some time, she’ll want to use her free time to do extra training, therefore she goes to you so she could tell you she’d be on the field for a while incase you might go looking for her—and there’s also that tiny longing in her heart that she wishes you go with her so she could have company. when you do however, she couldn’t help but let a tiny grin form over her face as she lets out a hand for you to hold, taking you with her out on the field so you could watch her training.

YUUTA: cutie loves to follow you around like a lost puppy. just as long as he’s next to you, he’ll never get bored of anything, ever. because whenever when you’re together, he’ll most probably spend his time admiring you, holding your hand, looking at you with love in his eyes and a tiny smile on his face. when he’s bored, he’ll love to listen to you—your rants, rambles, or flaunts, anything! just as long as it’s coming from your lips, he’ll always be willing to lend an ear to listen to every word you say.

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[evnovia]

when they’re not the favourite parent — yuuta, choso, nanami

+ warnings. none (is ass a swear word?) + word count. 753

OKKOTSU YUUTA ღ at first, you were ecstatic to see your kid sprint up to you, tiny hands outstretched with a tacky card between them. although, now that you’re desperately trying to minimize the damage done to your living room floor by the glitter that poorly sticks to the inside, your eyes struggle to hide the despair trapped within. a majority of the iridescent flakes manage to overcome the weak hold of the glue and instantly decorate everything within a metre’s radius of you. that's sure going to be a pain in the ass to clean. as you spare a defeated grin to your overjoyed toddler, you can’t help but notice the piercing stare that blazes holes in your side as you gently put down the red cardstock. you wince. “you’re so sweet baby, thanks for this... pretty card. right, yuuta?” when he turns his face away, crossing his lean arms and stretching back on the sofa to cover his indignant pout, you scan the contents of the card to figure out what disgruntled him.

you swear, sometimes it’s like you’re raising two kids instead of one—love you lots, mommy. your wide eyes meet the innocent gaze of your kid. the sigh that escapes your body doesn’t feel as soothing as it should. “oh no! you said you forgot something back at daycare, didn’t you baby?” your child watches as you abruptly stand from your place beside yuuta and begin to drag them away. Before they can get a word in, you loudly announce, “you didn’t tell me that it was a present for daddy! we’ll be back soon, yuuta!” even if you were dead tired from your day, the sparkle in his emerald orbs as he unravels his own card—stocked full of even more glitter to add to the mess below—will always be worth the trouble.

KAMO CHOSO ღ “we’re in here!” you yell over the whooshing of the blowdryer echoing in your bathroom walls. short fingers rake through your hair. “apparently my look wasn’t up to standards, so i’m getting my hair done again by—” you’re cut off by a gasp. shifting your gaze up, you watch choso’s chin drop to his chest. since you’re shifted away from the mirror, you assume the new hairdo looks terrible enough to elicit such a reaction. to reassure him, you mouth, “don’t worry i’ll fix it up later.”

it was safe to say that he was not comforted whatsoever. his mouth flops open and close like a fish. “but you can’t—i want t-to—that!” you struggle to follow his train of thought and end up asking your child to pause as you tend to him. “what’s wrong, choso?” at the sound of your soft voice and probing gaze, he drops his head, maintaining eye contact with the floor. “can i get my hair done too?” he nearly whimpers. with a mischievous giggle from behind you, your child shoos you off your seat and directs you to kneel on the ground with your back faced towards the chair. they then scamper over to guide choso to your previous position and they take up the spot behind choso. within the makeshift train, you spend the afternoon leaning into choso’s relaxing touch as his own locks are yanked every which way by your kid. 

KENTO NANAMI ღ from the stern downwards turn of his lips, you can tell nanami’s agitated. “don’t worry, we don’t always have to be ten minutes early.” although you’ve been trying to settle his restless soul since you three left the house, your every effort turned out to be fruitless. you allow your child to aggressively swing your locked hands back and forth into the air as you contemplate if he’s really just worried about the time. as your wandering gaze catches nanami furtively glancing over at your kid’s antics and the subtle shift of his briefcase to the hand farthest from your child, you smirk.

“hm, wanna play spaceship baby?” the bewildered brow that your child raises at your question matches that of nanami’s own. you snicker. nudging their shoulder, you direct their other hand into nanami’s empty palm. “ready to go up?” a grin finally breaks out nanami’s scowl and you wonder how you didn’t notice his source of jealousy before. bellows of laughter escape your kid’s small torso as you and nanami lift them into the air with both arms. despite being fifteen minutes late, the matching grins of nanami and his splitting image beaming up at you are forever etched into your memory.

[nueangel]

OKKOTSU YŪTA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS.

ও synopsis. a few headcanons of how i think a relationship with him would be + a drizzle at the end!

ও pairing. okkotsu yūta x gen!reader

ও genre. fluff

≻ being with yuuta was something you could never describe

≻ he had simply become the light of your life the second the two of you got together

≻ he’s so gentle, caring, understanding and loving

≻ he’ll be there when you’re at your happiest and he’ll be there when you’re at your lowest

≻ holding your hand in his is something he absolutely adores

≻ will sit opposite of you and lace your fingers with his, looking at you through his long lashes with a smile curved into his lips

≻ linked pinkies, fingers grazing against each other, loosely or tightly; he just wants something he can hold you close with

≻ it’s really the tiny things he hold dear to his heart

≻ lots of back hugs!

≻ loves having his arms over your shoulders and kinda locking you against him

≻ will gently sway side to side at times

≻ but if he’s feeling just a teeny tiny bit happier or more excited for whatever reason, he’ll sway much harder, causing the two of you to almost fall over

≻ it’s all laughs n happiness with him

+

it does feel like home, you thought to yourself while sitting somewhere in the middle of the empty park, the moon shining down on you brightly.

he’s so warm too, your mind continued, his arms tightening around you with a smile curling into your lips a second after you felt him press a soft kiss against your temple.

“are you comfortable?” he asked you, shifting the slightest for you. you nodded, sitting comfortably sideways on his lap with one of your arms curled over his shoulder for more stability, “are you?”

he grinned sweetly, the tiny dimples in his cheeks becoming a little more prominent. “this is the most comfortable i’ve been in a while,” he answered with an airy tone.

you drew your eyebrows together and tilted your head to the side, “you should take it easy, yuuta,” you mumbled while lightly caressing his cheek with your thumb, holding his face in your hand.

he hummed, nodding while whispering a soft i will.

his eyes suddenly broke away from yours to above you, changing the subject smoothly, “the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he spoke softly, his eyes flickering to you for a quick second.

you let out a quiet exhalation of amusement, not even having to look at the moon to answer him.

“it’s always beautiful.”

reblogs are much appreciated!

[distracteddegenerate]

step brother yuta im begging 🙏🏼

I HARD flip-flopped between this and writing gross incel step-bro Yuuta HCs but like.. I wanna be poetic and talk about Yuuta’s trauma for no reason.. Mundane AU btw (Rika doesn’t become a curse.)

CHARACTERS: Okkotsu Yuuta x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Pseudo-Incest, References of Self Harm, Character Death, Blood Mentions, Sprinkling of Smut.

Minors Do Not Interact! 

700+ words

“Sensitive” was how your mother described your brother, who like clockwork would leave a meal, crafted with care outside of his door with a paranoid knock every evening. She breathes a discreet sigh of relief when she hears faint shuffling, before scurrying away into empty corridors. 

Yuuta was a shut-in; agoraphobic, mom would interject. Delicate, well as any would be after what Yuuta had seen. 

What he was still haunted by. 

It was over a decade ago, yet the scars of that awful event were still worn raw, true and red on his otherwise hoary skin.

He lost his best friend as a child. Witnessed Rika Orimoto’s tiny head crushed by the tire of a car and popped open like a grape, colour draining from her skin like wine juice, scarlet blood spilling onto coal black tarmac.

That’s what Yuuta had told you he saw every evening since, shuddering as he went into grotesque over-description. That he heard the screech of tires and the dull thud of a body tossed to the side like a ragdoll dropping to the ground, repeating cyclically in the dead air of night. And it didn’t cease, not until you allowed him to hold you close to his chest. 

When it had started he had told you it felt like it was her, that it was Rika who’s warm body lay in his arms. That he could start to imagine the only embrace Rika’s cold body felt now wasn't in the bosom of a coffin. When he closed his eyes, he could trick himself into believing the strands of hair tickling over his nose were hers, that he was nuzzling into the thick black veil that once flowed from her head so naturally. He’d forget for a moment that what he last saw sprouting from her skull wasn’t a matted mess of congealed blood and bits of brain.

He lost sleep, because he kept thinking about how she must have been so lonely, slept in the cold earth below. That her only company now wasn’t the debased worms hollowing bones like marble from the medium of her body.

And now he was crying again. Steaming hot tears marking trails down the back of your shirt. Trembling hands balling the fabric up tightly as he choked a silent scream into your back, mouth circling a searing shape into your spine.

But Sister made it better when she brought her hand to the apple of his cheek so gently, wiped away the fat globs of salt water straining from his eyes, and cooed so sweetly that I’m here now.

And now that same old rhyme was regurgitated every nightfall. You would hold your brother through the thralls of his cries, drag him by his collar and out of his melancholic ruminations.

Not that it would last long, but he would still tell you it helped enough.

~~~

Your mother and step-father would giggle, so long ago, when Yuuta would press a fleeting kiss to your forehead. Boldly proclaim that no boys would ever be good enough to marry his beautiful sister, beaming in his childish mirth.

The brotherly-sisterly bond you shared wasn’t so cute anymore when Yuuta, fully grown, would sod your breasts with his tears through your vest. Thinly clothed nipples peaking against his cheeks.

You’d wanted to comfort Yuuta, but he sought comfort that made you start emphasizing on the word “step” when you described your relation to others, as well in your head.

There was no blood relation, right? Or else all of this would feel immoral.

It became routine, kisses littered along the length of your neck up into the crux of your jaw. Hands drifting upwards and cupping the chest.

Was it charity when you let him dig those pared nails into your bare thighs, slotted on top of his own? Skirt hiked up your ass, calloused hands resting on exposed flesh. You'd push against jutting shoulders, complain there was something wrong. 

It was rotten, how your pussy would throb when you felt the press of a hot print of his cock against the small of your back.

But he’d still convince you so easily. Dip his rough hands under your panties, drag his index over your slit, fingertip coming to press into that sensitive, hooded nerve. It would make you yelp, an invitation for him to lean closer, dark eyes swirling while he’d whisper against your neck, “You’re the only one who can save me.”

[didhedietho]

thinking about sitting in Yuuta’s lap and painting his nails

his calloused hand gently laying in yours, your touch so soothing, tender and warm. completely different from the feeling provided by a bottle of nail polish that he’s holding in his other hand. why does he have to hold it? he’d much rather put his hand on your waist or hip. he’d much rather have his fingers drawing circles on your body than have them wrapped around a tiny glass bottle. he just wants to hold you properly - he needs to hold you properly.

a deep blush creeps on his face due to the closeness of your body and the thoughts this closeness awakens - the instincts it awakens. every millimeter of his body burns, save for the places where his skin meets the cold ring on his finger. it’s a different kind of heat than the one he felt standing in the sun somewhere in Africa. no, this one’s worse. 

then the gears in his head shift and anxious thoughts enter his mind. are his palms sweaty? his fingers are trembling, big and tired eyes looking everywhere but you. can you hear his panting? his brain is flooded with insecure thoughts and doubts and he nearly downs. but before that happens, he feels your thumb brushing the back of his hand. the soft sign of affection and a heavy sound of his heartbeat are the only things that seem to exist at the moment. only after a long minute he dares to lift his gaze up and a small, calming smile he’s greeted by melts his heart. he, too, smiles and a sudden rush of confidence pushes him to lift your hand up and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. your expression makes him chuckle, his breath tickling your hand.

it’s all so soft and carefree. even the stare you’re receiving from behind his back isn’t all that bothersome. still, you can’t get rid of the question that’s been hovering around your head for a while: is he really unaware that Rika’s been sending you stony gazes for some time now? maybe he lost himself in the moment? yes, that has to be the case. he’s your precious, innocent Yuuta, he would never try to secure the place he’s taken in your heart with fear. 

no, Yuuta would blush furiously while mumbling a sweet ‘I love you’ with his lips brushing against your collarbone.

[secondhand-trash]

To Build a Home

A/N: I started this at 11pm 7/3 my time so it probably won’t go up on his actual bday but... happy birthday yuutaaaaaaa :excitedmeow:

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuuta x f!reader

Description: He had been gone from home for far too long and he realised he couldn’t stand leaving you all by yourself anymore

Warning: pwp written by someone who is tired out of their minds, breeding talk, vaginal penetration, creampie, fingering

Word count: 2215

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Okkotsu Yuuta did not approach you immediately when he realised you hadn’t noticed him yet. The tightness in his chest suffocated him as he leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen where the crisp noises of chopping seeped into his ear, the tiredness he had not pick up in his body suddenly collapsing on him in full force when he was finally back at the comfort of his home.

And you were there, with your back towards him, humming some sort of tune he was sure he knew but couldn’t think of the name just now. Yuuta had experienced a long period of time being away from home and from everyone he knew, but it had only gotten harder to stomach now that he knew there was someone waiting for him to come home. 

He thought of you often when he got sent away on a mission far too long for his liking. In his dreams, in his wake. Waiting to hear your voice from the other end of every call became the one thing that kept him going as the weight of his sword got heavier and heavier with each night he spent alone. Yet, the silence and void in his head were always the most obvious the moment his temporary moment of joy ended and he was left with nothing but your phantom voice in his ear.

But he was back now, he had missed you so badly.

His eyes first landed on your exposed neck, the beautiful arch of where it connected to your spine catching his stare with your head dipped down. You shifted your weight from feet to feet with the rhythm of the song you were humming, swaying your hips gently to the beat. Your hands never stopped, the sharp knife landing on the chopping board neatly with each push and lift of your arm. 

It was a sight he would never get tired of, and he almost felt like he did not want to disturb the peacefulness for a split moment.

You squealed in shock when you felt the sudden tightness around your frame, the knife landing on the counter with a clang. Your heart skipped a beat until the beating steadied as the blankness in your head faded, being filled with the gentle breaths behind your back instead.

“Yuuta!” you twisted back, eyes widened in delight. Your husband buried his face at the crook of your neck, biting back a sigh from the way you said his name. It had been long since he last held you in his arms like that, it almost gave him the same rush as it did the first time he ever held your hand. 

Gingerly and blushing like a fool, yet you still looked at him like he was the most charming person in the world.

Your body was warm under his hand as you pulled him down for a kiss you had both been waiting for far too long. His lips were a bit chapped, slightly paler than always and you saw the bags under his eyes when he pulled away. You wanted to say something but he did not give you the time to, closing the gap between you once more before you could even make a sound. 

Eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against yours, he finally let out the heavy breath he had been holding in. 

“I miss you...”

“I miss you too,” you whispered, the warm exhales fanning against his lips with each sound that rolled off your tongue. You leaned closer, letting the tip of your nose touch, “so much,” and then a lingering kiss on the arch of his cupid’s bow, tugging at the softness when you pull away, “so so much...”

He held you closer against his chest, one arm around your waist and the other holding onto your shoulder. Each dent and swell of your body fitted against his perfectly like you were moulded after each other. Yuuta allowed himself to greedily inhale more of your scent, the faint whiff of your shampoo tickling at his senses.

It had been a while since you shared the same scent.

“Yuuta...” you protested weakly when his large hand trailed down from the front of your chest until it stopped at the swell against your shirt. He did not budge when you gave a useless wiggle of your shoulder, his much firmer form pressed up tightly on your back. “I was cooking...”

He mumbled something inaudible against your neck before his hand groped at the softness of your chest. You whimpered when he kneaded the flesh, pushing yourself back against him as your hand went to grip at his wrist for leverage. Your knees threatened to buck when his tongue traced along the pulse at the side of your neck, leaving a wet trail on the patch of skin. Your head rolled back, laying on him as a firm palm covered your lower stomach.

“I had been thinking,” he murmured, his finger hooking under the elastic of your shorts, “about how lonely you must be, all alone in this house whenever I got sent away.”

You squirmed when you felt a hardness poking at your behind, your face heating up at his voice in your ear and the chills on your arm when he rubbed your nipple with his hand fondling you above your shirt. The warmth that was just on your stomach was inching lower and lower until you let out a lewd whimper when his hand cupped your clothed sex.

You shivered when you felt the warm huff of his breath at your earlobe, feeling the electrifying numbs shooting down your spine as his fingers rubbed against the dampened spot on your underwear.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a tiny one keeping you company while I’m gone?”

“Yu- hm!” your voice came out as a broken moan when he pushed your panties to the side. His finger brushed against the wet slit, back and forth until he could feel your leaking juices gathering at the pad of his middle finger.

“Yeah?” he asked like you had just given him a reply, biting the soft swell of your ear as he hoisted you up on his arm, “you’d like that, right? You’re so wet already...”

Your nails dug into his arm when he plunged a finger into your cunt, throwing your head back at the burn that elicited where he brushed past. You had touched yourself while he was gone, with and without him. But your fingers or any toy could not even go near to the effect he was having on you. You felt another rush of heat rushing to your core when he buried his finger in you until his knuckle was touching your folds, his other hand working to push down your pants altogether. 

He worked his way with you patiently, cooing and muttering about how he kept thinking about giving you a baby when he was away from you as he stretched you out with his finger. He was all pressed up on your bare ass, the friction of your cheeks against his cock making him harder by the second. He had stolen a glance at the beautiful curve of your hips, the way your hip bone jutted at before blending into the plush swell that would fit perfectly under his grip. 

Your joints hurt from how hard you were gripping down on him, your jaw slack and lips parted as his name slurred off your tongue. He kissed the blade of your shoulder when he crooked his finger inside of you, earning him a buck of your knees. He chuckled at your reaction as he caught you with his hand on your stomach, the thought of this being where your child would be after he was done with you sending a flush of heat down his veins. A shaky whine slipped past your lips when he gave a few more pumps before pulling out of you. The warmth that had wrapped you up fading as he took a step backwards.

The sound of zippers coming undone was far too similar in your brain, sending anticipation down your core at what he said he would do. You bent down, planting your face against the kitchen counter as you pushed your ass back. He groaned at the gesture, his throat bobbing as he gulped when you parted your cheek with a hand digging into the flesh.

He nearly lost control at the sight of you presenting yourself to his eyes. “Please Yuuta,” your hole spasmed around nothing as wetness tinted your skin, folds glistening under the warm light of the kitchen as you spread your legs wider, “I want your baby-”

Your voice melted into a whimper when you felt fingers digging into the sides of your ass before a hard tip nudged at your entrance. He slid his cock between your sopping folds, watching as your slick wet his length. He pulled back just slightly, watching the clear bead of pre being spread all over your cunt as he swirled his hips, pushing his tip teasingly against your folds.

The sound that you made when he sunk into you was like music to his ears, honeyed and soft like you were about to melt in his hands. The heat of his hard cock stretching you out almost felt foreign with how long it had been, sending white to your vision and your back arching in reflex. 

The first thrust of his hips came with a loud squelch, making your face burn. Yuuta moaned at how easy it was for him to bottom out inside of you, his length coming out of you with a sheen from your wetness before slamming down on you again. He watched with intent as your ass jiggled under his force, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin bouncing off the walls. 

“I’ll work so hard,” he said, breathily but still unwavering even though you were already out of your breath under his force, “gonna fuck you well so you’re sure to be pregnant by the time I have to leave again...”

You whimpered at the thought of him filling you up every day relentlessly, an animalistic desire to be stuffed fueling the coil in your stomach as he drove up his pace. He was so hot inside of you, the crown of his cock dredging along your walls with each roll of his hips and sending tingles of pleasure down to the bone.

“Yes yes yes-” you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent babbling flowing from your lips as primal lust took over your head. Your eyes shut tight when you creamed yourself on his cock, legs shaking as you pressed your head against the cold marble of the counter you were helplessly holding onto.

Yuuta’s mouth parted in a silent moan when you clamped down on him, his hands shifting downwards to hold you by the root of your thighs and keeping your legs open for him. Wetness dripped down from where your bodies were connected, the sight basically begging him to keep on and don’t stop.

He pulled you up so that your back was flush against his chest, “I can’t wait to see how you would look with your tummy swelled up.” 

You could feel the vibration of each word, hitting you in full force as his thrusts got sloppier and more frantic. A kiss to your forehead had you soft like putty in his hands, your body collapsing on his as he held you still in his arms. You felt a shudder of his hips when he shot his load inside of you, your mouth parting into an “o” as spurts of thick cum coated your insides. It left a warm blaze in your system, together with the lingering heat of where his fingers were digging into your skin.

He gave a few humps to ride out the high, making you whimper weakly before he pulled out of you. The spasming of your sensitive walls pushed the beads of white out of your hole and the mixture threatened to drip down your legs.

“Yuuta...” you purred, trying to push yourself off the counter with your palms and latching onto him. He caught you in his arms immediately and with your chest against his, you realised this was the first time you had looked at him properly since he came back. Smiling lazily when he held your hands that had gone up to cup his cheek, you buried your face in his chest and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drown in his comforting presence. 

The arm that was snaked around your back shifted, and you giggled when he bent down to tuck it below your hips before lifting you up with ease. “What are you doing?” you asked, wrapping your arms around your neck.

‘Your Yuuta,’ you wanted to coo, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled, the one that warms your heart and you had missed, before kissing you square on the lips.

“Taking you to bed,” he darted his tongue out to wet his lips, “I hope you know I mean it when I say I’ll work hard.”

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Title: What We Lack Part 11 Pairing:  Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,111 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

Full fic under the cut

Shouhei's room was practically empty. His bed stayed in the corner, but all the posters and figures were taken down. The sound of tape echoed as he sealed another box shut, wiping his forehead.

Sayuri leaned against the doorframe, biting her lip.The whole situation in front of her was surreal. It made her chest ache, more than she cared to admit. "You're almost done," she said, holding back the awkward lump forming in her throat.

"Yup!" he said, and turned towards her, immediately frowning. "Don't give me that face."

"What face?!" she said, turning away from him, her cheeks completely flushed.

"You look like you're trying to hold back a giant shit," he snorted, standing up to sit on his bed.

"EW Shouhei!?" she snapped and stormed over to him, punching him in the side of his arm. Still, she took a seat next to him on the bed, twisting her lips.

"You gonna miss me?" he teased, nudging her.

"No! That would be stupid! You're not even that far! Knowing you, you'll come home every weekend," Sayuri teased.

"No way!"

"True," Sayuri teased, tapping her finger against her chin. "You'll be too busy making out with Yuuta!"

"What the hell!?" he said and pushed her, turning away from her, his face all red.

"It's okay if you're in love Shouhei," she teased some more, giggling to herself.

She hated how much she knew she was going to miss him.

"Shut up," he snorted. "Maybe if you're nice, I'll come visit for a weekend."

She folded her arms, her cheeks flushing. "I don't care if you do... but it might be nice to see you from time to time or... whatever..." she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. I'll be pretty busy, working at being a hero and shit," he said, glancing to the side. "But you know it's my damn job to make sure you're safe, so... if need something you can always call or text me."

Sayuri glanced to the side at the empty wall. For a long time, Shouhei had a poster on the wall of their parents. It was an action shot of the two of them fighting together, looking as badass as they actually were. He made some jokes about how lame it was when he hit middle school, usually around Arata and Yuuta, though Sayuri knew the twins had posters of their own parents too. She wondered if Shouhei planned on hanging it in his room at his dorm.

For some reason she had a difficult time imagining it.

"Sayuri?" Shouhei snapped her from her thoughts and she turned to look at her brother. He could be harsh, like their father, but his sharp brown eyes were often filled with such kindness, just like their mother.

"Huh?" she blinked and nodded slowly. "Oh.. yeah, I know. I can take care of myself Shou."

"Oi..." he muttered. "I know you can. I just want you to know... you can always call me," he said softly. It was rare she heard her brother speak to her with such quiet gentleness.

"I know..." she said and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "You better kick their asses at U.A, for both us!"

He grunted, shocked by the physical affection, but was quick to return the hug. "Hell yes, you know I will."

"Well, well, well, what's this I see? Are my two children being affectionate with each other?" Ochako giggled, leaning at the doorway.

Both Sayuri and Shouhei snapped quickly away from each other. "Ew gross!" Sayuri scoffed. "No way."

"Disgusting," Shouhei snorted, sticking his tongue out.

"Right, of course," Ochako said, and knelt down in front of the bed, wrapping her arms around both of her children. "You're too cute. We'll have plenty of family weekends together, okay? You'll be seeing each other plenty!" She nuzzled her pink cheeks against both of them.

"Does this mean you're not going to cry when you leave me at the dorm?" Shouhei asked, choking while she kept her hands wrapped around him.

"No," Ochako sighed. "I almost cried looking at the two of you together in this empty room!" she said, leaning her head to the side.

"Mom..." Shouhei groaned, but both of them hugged her back.

"It's not like... we'll never see him," Sayuri muttered. "U.A. isn't very far from here-"

"It's too far!" Ochako whined and clung to Shouhei. "But... I'm still proud of you... proud of both of you," she said, pulling back. "Even if my Mom instincts aren't ready to let you go," she laughed and kissed Sayuri's forehead. "At least I get my precious girl for a few more years."

"Mom!" Sayuri snorted and gently pushed on her cheek.

"Okay, okay... I'll stop smothering you. We need to get going anyway. Sayuri, can you go get your father? I think he's out back... and Shou, we need to get these last few boxes in the car. " She stepped away and pressed her hands together, activating her quirk on a few of the boxes, carrying them with ease out of Shouhei's room.

"Okay," Sayuri said, standing up from the bed.

As she made her way to the backyard, she fully expected to see her father in the yard, setting off tiny explosions or doing something active. When he stressed, he usually worked off steam in the only way he knew how. After 13 years of living with him, Sayuri was used to her father's emotional habits.

She slid the door open, surprised to find him sitting on the edge, staring quietly out at the grass.

"Dad?" she asked; for a moment, she felt bad breaking the silence. He seemed peaceful and even she was well aware that was rare for Bakugou Katsuki.

"Mmm... what is it?" he grunted, turning to look at her.

"Mom said... we're ready to go... but, uh, are you okay?"

Katsuki flopped back against the deck, folding his arms under his head. "Yeah, kiddo, why the hell wouldn't I be?"

Sayuri pursed her lips and stepped outside, sliding the door behind her. She took a seat next to him. "Are you a little sad Shouhei is leaving?"

"Mmm..." he grunted, pushing himself up. "Would be kinda stupid to be. He's not gonna be far away and I want him to grow the fuck up."

She snorted. "Yeah. I bet. He's an idiot."

"Oi! Don't talk about your brother that way."

"But you just-!"

"It's different when it's me. I'm your father!" he said, huffing out.

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. "I... am going to miss Shouhei being around all the time..." she whispered quietly, swinging her legs over the side of their deck. "I know he's going to be close by but... it's different... you know?"

Katsuki's hand gently pat the top of her head, messing up her blond hair. "I know..."

"It's okay if you're... gonna miss him too," she said quietly.

"Mmm. Your brother is a strong kid and I want him to succeed and do well," he muttered. "Hell I know he'll succeed and do well. It is gonna be a little fucking weird seeing his room all empty and shit."

"Mhm..." Sayuri nodded.

Katsuki smirked, turning towards her. "I get to have you for a few more years at least."

"Yup," she smiled. "You're stuck with me."

"Good. I'm not letting you out of my damn sight!" he teased, pulling her towards him as he tickled her sides.

"No, Dad! Stop!" she laughed. "We have to leave! Mom is gonna get angry!"

"Don't make excuses!" he said, slowly letting up on his grip, but he kept Sayuri in his arms, staying quiet for a moment.

"Dad?"

"It's fucking difficult..." he muttered. "Watching you two idiots grow up. I love it and hate it."

She blinked, looking at her father's red eyes. He looked tired, more shaken than he wanted to let on. She knew her father loved training with Shouhei, pushing him to his limits. She could always hear the two of them laughing and yelling in the backyard, working on their quirks. She was always jealous... and now she couldn't even be a sparring partner for her father, not in the way he would want her to be.

"I'll just live at home for the rest of my life I guess," she sighed dramatically.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "That's the only damn solution."

"Mhm. Then Mom can do my laundry forever."

"Don't fuckin' count on that, baby girl," he said, pushing himself up. "The last thing your Mom needs is anymore stress. Let's get going."

"Sure," she said, following his lead. "Dad," she called out, pausing before he opened the door. "I love you..." she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she spoke.

Katsuki smirked. "Love you too, baby girl."

She really hoped her dad wasn't taking Shouhei leaving too hard. She knew her mom was going to cry, but maybe her dad wanted to too? She sometimes wished he didn't keep his feelings inside so much, maybe then she wouldn't have felt like she had to as well.

~~

Arata set down the final box in his dorm, wiping his brow. Now would've been the perfect time to start training, with his body all heated and intense. He'd sent his parents to help Yuuta, since the idiot had managed to pack far more than him. Besides, Arata was perfectly happy to unpack on his own. He wanted to set up his room how he liked it.

The class B dorm was located right next to the class A one, but for some reason, Arata felt like it was miles away.

Good. He preferred to focus rather than have Yuuta bugging him all night.

Even though Yuuta had always been right down the hall... this was different and strange, and for once he was actually independent?

He stared at a box on his floor, knowing he should start unpack, but for some reason his body felt heavy, like he was weighed down by some unknown force.

"Knock, knock!"

Behind him his mother's voice startled him and he turned to face Momo. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a large bun and she smiled at him. "Can I come in?" she asked, still standing in the door frame.

He supposed this was one time he couldn't exactly say no to his mother.

"Yeah," he said and moved one of the boxes off of his bed.

"You know, your father had a traditional style room when we were in high school," she began, taking a seat on the side of his bed. "My room was taken up by mostly my bed," she laughed. "I'm happy to see you and Yuuta have more... balanced rooms."

Arata honestly thought his room looked very plain.

"Did you finish Yuuta's room?" he asked.

"Almost," Momo nodded. "Your father is finishing up a few things but, they're mostly done. I wanted to come check on you. Though it seems I didn't have to."

"Yeah, everything here is fine," he said. He didn't need his mother's help to set up his room. He wasn't a child anymore, and he wanted to prove that to her and his father.

Momo glanced at the two unopened boxes now on the floor that Arata had left. "I could help with those," Momo said, pointing to the two.

"It's fine. I'll do them later probably," Arata shrugged.

Momo glanced down, scraping her teeth over her lip. "Mhm. Okay..."

He hated being awkward with his parents, he really did... but he couldn't keep letting them hold him back from achieving what he wanted.

"Your father and I were thinking we could go out to dinner one last time, just the four of us?" Momo said. "Since my precious boys are moving out," she laughed. "It's going to be very quiet at home without you two. Ochako is lucky she gets to have Sayuri still!"

Arata winced, feeling bad for turning down his mother so often. "I dunno, I'm not that hungry. I kinda wanna read ahead in text books and check up on what we're going to be talking about this year..."

"Oh..." Momo sighed. "We'd really appreciate it if you came to dinner. I don't want to force you, but... this is your family. You know how important family is to your father, to me."

Arata pushed his teeth against his lower lip, the guilt rolling under his skin. He did know, and he especially knew how mad his father would be if he found out Arata was training with Endeavor... so many times had Shouto reassured him of so many things... So many times in the past month had he shut his door and not let Momo in. He could see from the look in her dark eyes it hurt far more than maybe even he realized.

He swallowed. "I just..."

"Arata," Momo began, turning her gaze towards him. Her dark eyes were sharp and focused on his gentle blues. "I don't... wish to make assumptions about what you are feeling. Being a teenager is... difficult," she began, gently placing her hand over her chest. "I had no idea how to utilize my quirk when I was your age and... I had very little faith in my own abilities. Your father was one of the first people to believe in me and actually help me see what I could do."

Arata stared back at his mother. She was a powerful force. Her creation quirk was unique and incredible... seeing her make practically anything she wanted had always been amazing to Arata. He didn't deny her strength, nor did he deny his father's... and both of them were so humble about it. He could recall times out shopping where his mother would sign autographs for little girls who wanted to be just like her.

He honestly couldn't imagine her being insecure and nervous. It just... didn't seem to suit her. She was so poised and collected all the time, and she certainly handled herself better than his father did on occasions.

Momo sighed, standing up to take Arata's hand. "Whatever you're going through, I will never force you to talk about it." She gently brushed her hand through his hair, her fingers trailing through the red and black pieces. "But know, that your father and I... and your brother are always here for you, no matter what." She brought her hands around Arata's cheeks, cupping his face. "I know you're going to do great things here." She pressed her lips against his forehead. "I love you. You and Yuuta will always be my precious gifts."

The lump that pressed against his throat hurt, especially when he tried to swallow it down. He didn't want to cry in front of his mother, especially when he didn't know why he would. It wasn't like he would never see his parents again... and he wanted this. He wanted to be away from them and be given the chance to prove himself.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. He could give her that... it wasn't as if he didn't love his mother. "I love you too..." he mumbled shyly.

"Alright..." she whispered, and he noticed the way her eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall. "I-I better let you get back to it!"

"Mom..." he muttered. "Don't cry... it's not like Yuuta and I won't see you."

"I-I know, sweetheart. I just hate thinking about the house being so empty."

"Dad's still there," he said, his cheeks flushing. He couldn't deal with his mother crying over them leaving.

"It's different," she said.

Arata sighed. "Okay, okay... I'll come to dinner. Let's just get you out of here so you stop crying."

Momo blinked, staring at her boy, a smile pulling across her face. "You want to come to dinner?"

"Yeah... Lemme guess, Dad wants soba."

Momo giggled and hugged Arata again. "Yes. But you do too, don't you?"

"It doesn't sound bad..." he grunted.

After shutting them out constantly for the past month, one night with his family couldn't be too bad.

~~

"And you know you can come home whenever you want?"

"Yes, Mom," Shouhei sighed. "This is the fourth time you've said it."

"Well... I get nervous!" she said. "If you're unhappy, I don't want you to think you can't come home or change schools or anything like that! You don't have to stay because your father and I did." Ochako rushed through her words, tears bubbling at the corner of her eye.

"Mom, please don't explode. That's Dad's job," Sayuri sighed, folding her arms over her chest.

"Okay, okay. I'm calm, I promise," she said, leaning against Katsuki.

The Bakugous had shared a nice family dinner out, enjoying a grand meal of curry. But now they were dropping Shouhei back at the dorm and Ochako could barely get out her goodbye.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. "I just don't wanna let you go yet, Shou," she whimpered.

"Mom, seriously... I'll be fine," he said, shaking his head.

"I know, you say this, but..." she whimpered.

"You better be fucking good! I don't wanna get anymore phone calls about you causing fucking problems with the Half and Half twins!" Katsuki snapped.

Shouhei groaned, stepping away from his mother. "I won't okay," he glared, and turned towards Sayuri, guilt flashing through her brown eyes. They usually only got in trouble trying to protect her.

He could tell being at the school made her uncomfortable. There were plenty of different classes at U.A. so really Sayuri could attend if she wanted to... but he knew deep down inside she wanted to be a part of the hero class... standing with him.

She'd be quiet ever since they got to the school, and admittedly, Shouhei was a little worried about her going back to that damn middle school without him there. At least she had Kazu...

He thought to mention it to his parents, but the last thing he wanted to do was worry them more.

"I love you, Mom," he said, hugging her one more time. "You too, Dad... and Sayu I guess..."

He stepped over to his sister and hugged her one final time. "Don't do anything stupid," she teased. He rolled his eyes, pulling away from her, and he really wanted to tell her to be safe. He didn't like leaving his parents, but especially his sister...

"Okay, I'm sure I'll see you in a few weekends or something," he shrugged, trying to be casual about it, but leaving his family was... surprisingly difficult.

"Of course! You can come home anytime you like," Ochako said, smiling as she gently rubbed his head. "Now go kick some ass!"

"Hell yes!" he cheered.

Waving goodbye, he made his way back to the dorm room. A few others were still moving in and saying goodbye to their parents. Shouhei couldn't believe these people would be his friends over the next few years.

But he especially couldn't believe that Yuuta's room was so damn close to his. Finally, they could hang out all the time, just as they had dreamed of when they were little kids.

He smirked, tucking his hands into his pockets as she gently rapped on Yuuta's door. No one would be around to bug them. Arata wouldn't be there... no parents... even with a curfew, Shouhei was thrilled.

The door creaked open and Yuuta's face immediately lit up. "Shou!" he said, opening the door wide for him.

"Hey Yuuta," he said, stepping inside, letting the door shut behind him. He was smiling so wide, his cute cheeks slightly flushed. Oh, it took all of his effort not to grab his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss.

"Did you just get back from dinner?"

"Mhm..." he said. "Did you? Did Arata go with you guys?"

"Yes and shockingly, yes! I think he was feeling pretty guilty since Mom was sort of crying and stuff," Yuuta giggled. "I was going to make a joke that he's weak to her crying... but... all of us are."

"Yeah, my mom cried too. For a second I thought my dad would cause he had this weird scrunched up look on his face, but he didn't," Shouhei snorted.

"I really don't think I can imagine your dad crying..." Yuuta said, his eyes wide, blinking while he thought about the scenario.

"Trust me, I only saw it a few times as a kid," he admitted. "I think he was crying over Sayuri and shit... It was... weird."

"I'll bet... I can't think of a time I ever saw my dad cry."

"Mmm Shouto is really stoic."

"Yeah," Yuuta laughed. "Kinda like Arata! He was really quiet at dinner, but I think my parents were happy he at least came this time."

"Yeah... have you asked him what his deal is?" Shouhei asked, tilting his head.

"Mmm... Kinda... he wouldn't really talk to me. He just keeps mentioning how he wants to get stronger and stuff," Yuuta sighed. "I don't get it. He's plenty strong as is! He's stronger than me for sure," Yuuta said. Shouhei couldn't count how many times he'd heard Yuuta say that. He disagreed, but he knew Yuuta would get all flustered and say Shouhei was wrong.

Cute.

But right now, Yuuta just looked sad. Knowing him, he probably missed his parents a lot, and with Arata acting so distant... maybe everything just felt far away.

But Shouhei was right here.

He wrapped his arms around Yuuta and pulled him onto his bed, the two of them collapsing down onto the plush surface. "Hey... you know what though..."

"Hm?" Yuuta blushed, tilting his dark eyes to look at Shouhei.

"I get to do this as much as I want now." He leaned down and brushed their lips together, kissing him gently. He cupped at his cheek and gently sucked on his lower lip. Yuuta's soft sigh against his lips only spurred him on and he rolled closer to Shouhei.

"I don't mind... that..." Yuuta whispered, his cheeks flushed. Shouhei just adored how shallow Yuuta's breathing grew when he kissed him, like he actually took his breath away.

"I'm excited to be living this close to you," Shouhei said, smiling against his lips. "Maybe I can just stay in your room," he smirked.

"S-Shouhei!" Yuuta gasped, gently pushing on his chest. "We could get in serious trouble for that!"

His black eyes looked so nervous, his round cheeks flushed, and Shouhei couldn't help but laugh. "Calm down, Yuu... I wouldn't actually stay over. I'm not gonna get you in fuckin' trouble," he snorted.

"Oh really?" Yuuta giggled, shaking his head. "I find that hard to believe."

"I promise I'm not gonna do anything you're uncomfortable with," he said, cupping his cheeks to kiss him again.

He'd known he'd been crushing on Yuuta for as long as he could remember actually having feelings for someone. They were friends, but he could never stop thinking about how cute Yuuta was. How when he got nervous, he was adorable, but there were other times he was strong and badass, ready to defend Sayuri with him. Whatever nerves he may have had went out the window when it came to justice and being a good person.

Yuuta always went above and beyond. He was going to be a perfect hero, Shouhei just knew it. And Shouhei loved him, even if he wasn't quite ready to tell him that yet.

"I know you wouldn't," Yuuta whispered. Against Shouhei's hip, his hand felt warm, though Shouhei was well aware of how cold Yuuta's flames could be... how incredibly blue and lovely they looked.

He couldn't wait to train with him.

"I can't believe we're actually here... at U.A!" Shouhei chuckled, pecking his lips again as he snuggled close to him.

"I know!" Yuuta laughed, though Shouhei could sense the slight hesitation in his voice.

"Hey," he said, peering down at him. "No matter what happens... we have each other, okay?" he said, pressing his lips against his gently.

"Yeah, I know... I'm really happy we're here together," Yuuta said, smiling as he kissed Shouhei back, wrapping his arm around his neck.

"Me too..."

No matter what, Shouhei would be supporting Yuuta, and honestly, he was happy to have Yuuta there as well. School was starting tomorrow and the first night away from home was, admittedly, a little scary... but with Yuuta here, Shouhei felt a comfort he prayed to never be without.

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Duke chuckled at Yuutas suggestion. Shaking his head as everyone began chatting away again. Some giving a good handful of comfort and not so much. Kouryu just then jumped onto his back, kicking her legs up and wrapping them around him in a playful manner. Giggling as she asked something.

“so...Whos gonna be your courting?” Anryu pried her away from him with another displeased gaze. 

“You mean his maids and grooms?” She placed her hand on her hip while looking up. “That is up to them, but it usually takes a year for a wedding from what I’ve learned.” She added while gently rubbing her sister's head. 

Rensis nodded, stepping forward. “It's up to her and him to pick out everything, and Kouryu. Don’t try anything okay?” She warned if not a bit amused. Kouryu sighed and nodded.

“Okay...but what if she needs help?” She edged on.

“Okay if she asks.” She stifled a chuckle to that.

“Wow! One of the A.Is is getting married? Isn’t that, something they shouldn’t be able to do?” Mamoru questioned. Yuuta looking towards the adults. Including the tiny braves.

Shunsuke and Entouji glanced at one another thoughtfully.

“Well. I suppose so, it's amazing that one of your A.Is was able to go beyond what they were created to do. Their programming is far different then our owns yet hold similar data. I wonder...” Entouji rubbed his chin.

“Oh, yeah...Well if I’d be fine with you, AND of course the units permission." The two were brought back out of that by Duke.

"Can we pause with these questions! My processor aches." He used some of Ghosts language.

"Okay-! Why is mostly everyone small!?"

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Title: What They Want Pairing:  Todomomo Rating: T Word Count:  3,450 Read on Ao3 Summary: 

Now that Shouto and Momo's twin boys have their quirks, Shouto is hesitant to take them to visit his father.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead of time!! Full fic under the cut    

The snow swirled around him, a shiver rolling down his spine. He turned his gaze up towards the sky, letting the small flakes of frozen water melt against his cheeks. Todoroki Shouto was used to being cold, even when it wasn't snowing, especially when he stood outside of this house.

The snow fell silently, his scarf blowing in the tiny winter breeze, his warm breath puffing out before him in a cloud.

"Papa! Pap-OOF!" Arata fell face first into the snow, his red and black hair now covered in the fluffy white powder.

Shouto bit his lip, trying his best not to laugh at his small son.

"P-Papa..." Arata's voice trembled as he turned to look up at his father, his dark eyes coated with a shiny film. "I-I tripped..." he whimpered.

Shouto stepped forward and knelt down, picking the small boy up. He pulled him close to his chest and began to brush off the pieces of snow which stuck to his winter jacket. "I saw," he said softly.

"I told you not to run ahead," Momo chided softly. She approached the walkway slowly, holding on to the hand of their other toddler, Yuuta. He pressed close to his mother, clinging to her as he often did.

"B-But Papa was lonely!" Shouto felt his heart melt, even as Arata poked his finger against Shouto's cheek.

"I have you now, so not anymore," he chuckled.

Momo smiled, looking at Shouto with her warm, dark eyes. "Are you ready, Shouto? Should we go inside?" she asked, leaning forward to brush her lips against his.

"Ew!! Papa and Mama are kissing!" Arata squealed, pushing his hand against Momo's cheek to push her away from her husband.

Yuuta wrinkled his nose. "Gross," he said, his voice quiet as always. His white and black hair draped over his forehead, pieces poking out from under his hat.

"We did kiss. And I'm going to do it again," Shouto smirked, leaning in one more time to peck her lips.

"Shouto..." she chuckled.

"EW!" Both boys called out in unison.

"I suppose we should... head inside," Shouto mumbled, though it was the last thing he actually wanted to do. His grip on Arata tensed as he stared at the door at the end of the walkway. He wished he could take his family in the other direction, far, far away from that man...

Arata began to wiggle in his hands. "I can walk Papa!" he grunted, and Shouto placed him back on the ground. He walked forward proudly, glancing back to see if Yuuta would follow.

"Go on," Momo said softly, gently pushing the back of her other son. "Follow your brother." Yuuta glanced up at both his parents and then reluctantly followed after Arata. "Well," she said, watching the two boys kick at the snow on the ground. "They certainly are your sons."

Shouto raised his eyebrow at her. "You don't say..." He trailed off and glanced at the damn house again.

"It'll be alright," Momo whispered quietly, taking his hand in her own, squeezing it tight. She knew how much he hated these gatherings.

"Let's just get it over with."

Christmas was right around the corner and with Christmas came family obligations, and things Shouto didn't care to think about. Normally, they spent the day before with Shouto’s mother and the evening before with Momo's family, which left Christmas day to themselves and the twins.

However, Todoroki Enji would insist upon Shouto and Momo bringing the kids by a few days before. He would give them presents and they would share a meal. In the past, Shouto's sister, Fuyumi, and her family would join, but this year, they had separate arrangements as Shouto's sister was pregnant once more.

If only they had an excuse.

He stared at Momo for a moment, and sighed.

"What?" she asked, frowning. "You're looking at me funny."

"Just... wishing you were pregnant."

Momo's face turned bright red, her shoulders tensing. "S-Shouto!" she gasped. "W-We decided-"

"Relax," he chuckled, walking forward to slip his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "I just... don't want to go."

"Oh..." she sighed. "It was a joke... because of your sister."

"Mmm..."

There was no excuse for them. To Enji, this year was especially important, since both twins now officially had their quirks and he was interested to see. Of course, the last thing Shouto wanted to do was show off his sons' quirks for the man who had bred himself to achieve Shouto.

Shouto supposed he could've skipped out if he wanted to, but he didn't feel like listening to it at work. Not showing up to these sort of things was often worse than showing up, otherwise Enji would harass him until he brought the children over.

Arata knocked on the door excitedly. "Grandpa, Grandpa!" he called out. Yuuta stood next to him, patiently waiting, not saying a word.

The door swung open and Todoroki Enji stood, ready to greet his grandchildren. Sometimes Shouto forgot how much the man had aged over the years. The skin of his scar was tight, his dark hair showed speckles of gray. And yet the old man still wouldn't retire.

"Ah! If it isn't my two boys," his voice boomed as he gently pat their heads.

Shouto's hand clenched, squeezing Momo's tight. There was some protective instinct which always made him want to jump in between his father and his sons. Todoroki Enji didn't deserve to see Shouto's sons... and Shouto knew he was going to ask... any moment now...

Arata flung himself at the man, wrapping his small hands around Enji's neck. "Grandpa!!" he cheered happily, and Shouto knew it was because the boy didn't know any better. Enji had been nothing but kind to his grandchildren... like he had some strange change of heart.

Yuuta scooted forward and hugged Enji quietly. He was usually less forthcoming than Arata anyway, but Shouto could sense hesitation in his quieter son.

He felt Momo's thumb brush over his hand and he desperately tried to relax. This was happening... they only had to spend a few hours here and then they could be on their way, moving on.

"How about we get you out of the cold?" he said, lifting both boys up with his arms, holding them to his chest.

Shouto took in a sharp breath of air, his hand heating up against Momo's.

"Shouto," she whispered softly. "It's okay... we would never let him hurt them..."

He took a deep breath and nodded. He knew. He knew the probability of anything happening was insanely low… it wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time with their grandfather before... and yet, he could never shake the feeling.

Things were different now; they had quirks.

They followed Enji inside, removing their jackets and shoes as he led them to the living room. Gently placing both boys on the ground, Enji sat on his carpet.

"I hear you two have your quirks now!" He smiled wide, looking far too proud of the young boys.

Shouto's fingers curled into fists as he watched. 'Leave them alone!' He wanted to scoop his children up and put a protective ice wall between them and his father. They were his family, his father was anything but.

Admittedly, Shouto never expected to want children. He never thought he would care about having a family, or loving anyone, not when his own was so broken. But Momo... she was perfect; kind, loving, gentle. He knew she wished to be a mother... always had that instinct... and he couldn't deny her it. He found he wanted it too... with her.

Originally, the thought of being a father terrified him. What example did he have to go off of anyway? And yet... now they had the boys, he never wanted to let them go. He wanted to protect them with everything he had, and seeing the man who caused Shouto so much pain so close to them set off all his warning bells.

At the mention of their quirks, Arata jumped up, a ball of energy. Shouto still wasn't quite sure where it came from, but the lively boy always kept things interesting. "Grandpa, Grandpa!!" he cheered, "lemme show you."

"Now Arata, don't make anything too big," Momo scolded gently. "You know what happens when you get over-excited." Momo and Shouto stepped around, kneeling in front of the table to watch their boys show off their quirks. Arata was always thrilled to use his, sometimes too thrilled.

"Mama," he groaned. "I wasn't gonna!"

"I know, I know. It's just a reminder."

Holding out his palm to Enji, Arata closed his eyes as a small orange and red crystal appeared. Steam rose from it, the object shimmering. "Tada!" he smiled. "Fire crystals! Technically I can make anything I want, but Mama said to keep it small."

"Incredible!" Enji said, leaning forward to get a closer look. "So anything you make looks like this?"

"Yup! And they're hot too!" he said, gesturing for Enji to take the small crystal.

He held the object into his hand and smiled. "Indeed it is! It's very impressive, Arata," he chuckled, rubbing the boy's head.

"Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it!" he said, posing happily. "I'm gonna be a hero just like you guys!"

"Of course you are!" Enji laughed, the sound booming. "And this will be a useful quirk for you to have!" he praised. Turning towards Momo and Shouto he smiled again. "You must be incredibly proud."

"Ah! We are," Momo interjected, not wanting Shouto to feel he had to speak. "He needs to be careful though... part of the fire comes from his body heat so if he uses too much he could lower his body temperature too much..."

"He can train and hone his skills when he's much older," Enji nodded. "It won't be a problem in the long run."

"Maybe not..." Shouto said, gritting his teeth. Who was Enji to assume anything about his son?

"I'm going to go to U.A! Just like Mama and Papa!" he cheered.

"Of course you are!" Enji laughed, and slowly turned his attention to Yuuta. "And what about you Yuuta. Are you going to be a hero too?"

Yuuta's eyes widened as he looked towards his brother and then back to his parents. He shrugged, glancing down.

Enji laughed again. "Come, show your grandfather your quirk!"

Yuuta quickly shook his head and ran towards Shouto, pressing his face against his arm. "Yuuta..." Shouto muttered, stroking through his white and black hair. "What's wrong?" He turned himself around so he could sit directly in front of his son.

"I-I can't..." he whimpered.

"What can't you do?" Shouto muttered.

"G-Grandpa is going to think my quirk is weird!" he said. "I-It doesn't look anything like his flame or yours, Papa!"

Well, Shouto knew that was wrong. If anything, Enji was going to find Yuuta's quirk incredible and urge him to start training the boy immediately, though Yuuta hadn't expressed any interest in being a hero like his parents.

"Hey, it's okay..." Shouto whispered. "Your flame is very special, Yuuta. But you don't have to show anything you don't want to if you're not feeling ready."

"Of course he does! Yuuta, there's no reason to be scared, show me your quirk!" Enji urged.

"But I-"

"Yuuta. You are a Todoroki and Todorokis are always strong! There is no reason to be shy about-"

Shouto pulled Yuuta protectively towards himself, immediately glaring daggers at his father. "My son does not have to do anything he does not wish to, especially involving his quirk, Father."

Enji rolled his eyes. "There's no need to be so callous, Shouto. You brought them here to show me their quirks. Don’t baby him."

His hands clenched, and he tightened his jaw, desperate not to ignite his own flame. He couldn't, not here, not while he held his son so tight. "I will never, ever force my children to use their quirks if they do not want to," he hissed.

"Shouto..." Momo said softly, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

Enji snorted. "Fine. Do as you will."

"P-Papa..." Yuuta's voice was small, and Shouto loosened his grip, letting his son step back. "I-I can... show Grandpa." Shouto could tell the boy was uncomfortable with the amount of tension in the air.

"You don't have to," he said gently, trying to calm himself down.

"Arata did it..." he mumbled. "So I can too..."

"Alright," he muttered, letting the boy walk towards his grandfather. Shouto almost wished Yuuta would keep his quirk a secret, if only to piss Enji off. But Shouto was true to his word; it was Yuuta's quirk, and he could do as he pleased.

"Um..." He held out his palms, but suddenly closed his fists. "P-Papa..." he said, turning to look at Shouto nervously. "Can you... help me?"

"Of course," he said softly, moving to sit across from his son. "You ready?" Shouto said, holding his hand out to his son.

"Mhm..." Yuuta nodded and placed the back of his palm atop his father's hand.

"Clench your fist, and release the energy you feel in your palm, okay?" Shouto instructed. "I'll do it with you."

"Okay, Papa..."

He curled his small fist up while Shouto did the same. They both released their fists at the same time, Shouto creating a small orange flame while Yuuta's small flame was blue. "When you want it to go away, just close your fist," Shouto instructed.

The first time Yuuta activated his quirk things got a little out of hand. The fire practically engulfed his entire arms and though it was cool to the touch, it didn't stop the little boy from panicking. Shouto was teaching him to control it as much as he possibly could, but he was young... and it was difficult. And though his flames were not hot, it still scared the young boy. As a result, Yuuta often didn't enjoy using his quirk.

"Blue flames..." Enji muttered, looking at the boy's palms.

"They're not hot," Shouto explained. "They normally make him feel cold after a while."

"Very fascinating..." Enji said, leaning towards the boy's palms.

"I-I don't want to be a hero..." Yuuta admitted, quietly. "My quirk is no good..."

"Don't say that, Yuuta… Your quirk is plenty good," Momo said, her eyes filled with such sadness for her boy.

Shouto looked at his outstretched palm. "If you don't want to be a hero that's fine, but if you think you can't be-"

"These flames are incredible!" Enji said, brushing his hand across his palm. "You never know how your quirk could change and grow! My flames weren't always this big," he chuckled, patting the boy on his shoulder. "If you want to be a hero, you shouldn't give up that dream. You are a Todoroki after all."

Shouto’s jaw dropped. Was his father... actually... being... supportive?! Helpful!?

A small smile pulled across Yuuta's cheeks and he wrapped up his palm, snuffing out the small blue flame. "Okay... Grandpa," he said, moving to stand next to his brother.

Shouto couldn't believe his ears.

"Why don't you two go play while we get lunch ready?" Momo suggested.

"Okay, Mama!" Arata giggled and tugged on Yuuta's hand. "Let's go!" The two went running off down the hall.

"Don't break anything!" Momo yelled, sighing heavily. "One day, I hope Arata will have far less energy."

"Mmm," Enji moved to the table, looking at his son and his wife. "You two must be very proud of the quirks they've developed."

Shouto followed suit, taking his seat next to Momo. "It never mattered to me what their quirks would be."

"Well, it seems you've made a good choice, marrying this one," he smirked, gesturing towards Momo. "Even after the problems you two had producing children, you made good ones."

Shouto glanced to the side, seeing Momo stare at the ground. Just when he thought his father could've gotten better... he said awful shit like this. "Of course I made a good choice. I love her," he snapped.

"You always get so overly sensitive, Shouto," Enji scoffed. "It was an observation."

"It... wasn't an observation. You're bringing up sensitive topics that upset my wife and judging our children based on their quirks. I know this is something you are unfamiliar with, but I would love my family, regardless of their quirks. Children aren't things you can control and toss aside," he hissed.

Momo frowned, placing her hand on his knee. "Shouto is right, regardless of their quirks, we would've been proud. They are our gifts."

Enji scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Children are meant to further your legacy."

Shouto swallowed, listening to his father speak. It was all a lie. Everything he said to the boys... every word he spoke... he only cared about his legacy... creating one hero stronger than the next. He only was pleased because of how much potential the boys' quirks could have.

"If you can teach Yuuta to control the temperature of his flames, he would be a perfect successor for you, Shouto-"

"I'm not looking for a successor!" he growled, pushing himself off of the ground. "I don't know why you always do this," Shouto trembled, holding back the flames burning under his skin. "I always start to think you're maybe different... especially when it comes to my children. You talk so kindly to them. I don't wish to take their grandfather away from them, not when they seem to admire you. But I knew it was too good to be true. I know what a shitty, horrible influence you are and I don't want you anywhere near them," he snarled.

The room went silent as Shouto stared at his father, his chest heaving as he took large breaths in to calm his rage. He normally was much more relaxed, but his father always brought out a side of him he normally kept at bay.

"My family... will not be used to further your legacy. You have no control over them or me," he hissed. "We're leaving."

"Always so dramatic, Shouto..."

Momo stood up, bowing her head to the man once before walking down the hall. "Boys, we're going," she called out.

"What?!" Arata yelled. "Already!?!"

"Yes," Shouto said, looking at his sons. "Say goodbye and get your jackets."

The goodbyes were short and Shouto saw a flicker of regret cross Enji's eyes when he hugged his grandsons. Shouto felt no remorse however. His father tortured him for years, he wasn't going to let him do the same to his sons. They weren't to be a part of 'Endeavor's' legacy. Just as Shouto made his own path, he wanted his sons to do the same.

With a curt nod, Shouto led his children back out into the cold. They only had been at his father's house for an hour... an hour too long.

"Come on, Yuuta! I'll race you to the car!" Arata said. Shouto was grateful Arata was often so energetic. He didn't seem phased by them leaving far earlier than originally planned.

"Don't trip again!" Momo called after them, the two of them bouncing through the snow.

Shouto turned his gaze up towards the sky once more, letting the cool snow calm him down. A puff of air curled up toward the sky, his heated breath creating a small cloud.

"Hey..." Momo whispered, hooking her arm through his as they followed their children to the car. "I know that wasn't the first time you've told your father off but... I'm proud of you," she said, brushing her lips against his.

"Mmm..."

"Thank you for protecting our boys," she said softly.

"I won't have him involved in their futures," he whispered. "He's done enough of that already with me."

This was his family. He wanted his children to have the freedom they deserved to choose whatever career path they wanted to take. If Yuuta really didn't want to be a hero, that was his choice, and Shouto wouldn't force him to do otherwise.

"I win!" Arata laughed, flopping down in the snow.

Yuuta puffed out his cheeks. "No fair! You had a head start!"

"No fighting boys," Momo called out.

Yuuta picked up a tiny snowball and threw it at his brother, the two of them giggling as they slipped and slid around the car.

"Well... I suppose I can't yell at them for having fun," Momo chuckled.

"No, let them do what they want," Shouto said softly, a smile pulling onto his face as he leaned over to kiss Momo once more.

Even in this cold, things always felt warmer when he had them all nearby.