#hot guy yuuta i guess

[demigodickrider]

indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [1/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains descriptions of blood, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

"Slacking off already?"

You scramble into standing at the authoritative tone. You could feel the heavy rush of blood creeping up on your face, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. It pounds almost painfully against your chest, lungs contracting and expanding fast; both out of fear and embarrassment, with the latter being more prominent across your lethargic features as you stared up at your supervisor.

Nanami leers down at you. Disappointment is etched all across his face, followed by a knowing sigh. "I expected better."

"S-Sorry, sir." You apologize profusely, bowing down. The bright red nametag dangles from your neck and you can't help but notice how your leather shoes had worn out a long time ago. "I must've dozed off somehow. It will not happen again."

"Might a coffee help?"

You raise your head to see a paper coffee cup offered to you, light steam still rising from within. While Nanami had been nothing but ridiculously strict from the start, he was considerate enough to check in on you every once in a while. You accepted the coffee in his stead with a smile.

"Thanks, boss. I'll keep watch."

The blonde man simply hums in response. He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you alone to watch the hallways.  You see him walk down, turn a curve- and then he's out of your sight.

You lean back, the chair creaking as you did. Working as a security officer was more lackluster than you thought it would be; movies portrayed tales of saving and glory, but this was nothing like it. The hours were long and boring, lasting 12 in total. Every four hours you were required to fuck off your post and switch to another one down the hall. Sometimes you regretted signing the NDA that never once stated just how large the underground facility was, and just how much area coverage you'd have to keep watch single handedly.

Not to mention, the anomalies that lie within.

See, the Foundation had just three main jobs for you: Observe, Check-up and Report. The comically huge button was right next to you, shining in all of its glory and always just a stretch away in any case of a problem.

You flicked between CCTV channels. Some displayed the outer areas, hallways going beyond your line of sight and others within the confined cells of those you’re keeping watch about. Most of the anomalies here are kept in solitary confinement. You’ve had your fair share of jumpscares when an entity approached too close to the camera, slobbering all up against the lense; before your screen flickers and the anomaly returns to its restful state. Oftentimes it leaves a foggy residue and a prisoner would be assigned to clean it up.

And more than often, they die doing it.

But with a clean camera and one less burden on the face of Earth— who really gives a shit? Certainly not you. Certainly not when the pay was so damn good you spent it on a trip to Bali the first month you made bank. And certainly not for…

Is that a walking person?

You thrust forward in your seat, eyes glued onto the screen as if you could make his face out in any better resolution than the crappy screen could ever do you service. The choices linger in your head: should you approach or report? One choice would lead to the individual’s death and the other might just lead you to yours.

So you took the third option: to talk to them.

There’s a static in the speaker. You tap the mic briefly, earning the attention of the stranger. They stop mid-track, head turning up and staring almost right into your very eyes, as if they could see through you.

“Identify yourself, or you will be detained.”

Person puts both hands up. “My name’s Yuta.” The voice of a man, no doubt, but you kept your suspicions still. “I woke up in a room and the door was unlocked, so I left. Where am I?”

“What room?” Your tone sharpened in inquiry.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

“Identify yourself.” You repeat, customary of the protocol you learned before you started the job. Half of you thought of contacting Nanami; but it would risk him encountering the mysterious man. On the other hand, you couldn’t just let an unknown person roam around the facility. Much less: what if this person was an entity?

A shapeshifter of sorts, perhaps? You wouldn’t really know considering the fact that half the anomalies here are capable of human speech.

He stays silent for a while.

You repeat, “I said, identify yourself. I will give you 10 seconds to prove your humanity before I hand you over to the authorities.”

“Fuck.” Yuta mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Prove my humanity? A million thoughts ran through his head at once. Clearly, this place he had wandered into is nothing human-like. Rather, it's designed like a prison. He rummages through his pockets— nothing. All items that he brought with him prior to being caught had been confiscated. 

The countdown had started.

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… “Wait,” He thought of an idea. “I can prove to you that I’m human. You can touch me. That’ll be enough, no?”

You sneer at his idea, “No physical contact.”

Yuta sighs, looking down at his uniform. At least he had his outfit intact, which means that they never intended to strip him bare at all. The man pursed his lips in a line, hands holding onto the clasp of his jacket.

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… “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” You yell at him, dashing to the door. You were outside just in time before Yuta could fully undress himself. His hands stop fumbling with the belt of his pants. At a loss for words, you could only watch as he drops his shirt back over his body, leaving little to imagination. 

He cranes his head up at you with a knowing smile, “Have I now proven my humanity, ma’am?”

“Nudity is strictly prohibited in this facility!”

His eyes fold into crescents at the revelation, “I’m sorry. That was the only solution I could think of. Can you show me the way out?”

You folded your arms, “No.”

“I thought so. May I at least use the restroom?”

“No.”

Yuta’s eyes drift upwards, deep in thought. “If so, will I ever make it out of here?”

“That depends,” You answer, crossing your arms together. The taser strapped onto your belt felt heavy and dangerous— more than usual. Something about Yuta just didn’t feel right, and your gut instincts claw at you to run. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

The man says nothing, merely watching every step you take as you head back into the control panel.

Your hand rests on the red button, eyes never wavering from the man that stood below you at a safe distance away. “Your choice, Yuta.”

“How must I prove myself then?”

“By showing me the anomaly that you are.”

His eyes visibly harden at your words, no longer having the glimmer that they once did. It was in the present that you felt it— the darkness that radiated off his very body, and the reason that this particular man had been wandering the halls of the facility unbothered. 

“An anomaly?”

“You’re not human.” You simply accuse.

“You might be right about that. But I choose to be human regardless of what I am.” 

You don’t care enough about his reasons. The way his dark eyes reflect absolutely nothing terrified you to the very core, more than any jumpscare you’ve encountered. The bright red button underneath you burns with such ferocity that it was only right to hit it— and send the foreign man back into the cell he once broke out of. You watch as soldiers dressed in hazmat suits flood into the hall at your call, almost always a millisecond away, their specialized guns pointed at the man.

But he did not flinch, not even once spared a gaze to look around him. He stayed his ground, only to be dragged away.

His eyes were trained on you, and only you.

“Did he hurt you?”

You’re now on break in the staffroom with Nanami and another supervisor named Maki, right after he heard of what happened. You shook your head, taking a sip of the fourth cup of coffee you had that day. The caffeine had long worn out its effects on your body that you just had to keep drinking, regardless of how detrimental it might just be to your health.

“Thankfully, no. What the fuck is a Keter class doing out there? How is he uncontained?”

“He broke out.” You turn your focus onto the coffee that had run cold, wedged between your fingers. You’ve always hated how fragile these paper cups were. It reminded you of how easy it was for these entities to crush humans to brine and bone with little to no mercy. Yet at the hands of Yuta, you were miraculously spared.

He was friendly, even.

“What kind of SCP is he?”

“He’s not an SCP. He’s a human host with an SCP living in him. Sometimes it appears, sometimes it doesn’t.” Maki shrugs.

“Damn, that’s cool.”

“He tells us that it was bound to him through love.”

You choked on your drink, splattering brown  everywhere on the table. Nanami sighs and pats your back. Maki looks at you in disgust, wiping the stains off her uniform with a handkerchief. You wanted to laugh. Out of all things, an SCP of love. You chuckle a little, smiling at your supervisor only to be met with a flat stare.

Oh.

“No way.”

“It’s true. The entity demands that no one lays a finger on him. Most times he can control the SCP. But when he’s hurt, it’s a different story entirely.”

“Wait, wait. So how did you guys manage to catch him?”

Maki recounts the details, “Apparently, he was a secret weapon in the military designed to decimate hundreds in one sweep. That SCP came to him naturally as a child, but it wasn’t his actions that got him caught.”

“So what did?”

“His superiors betrayed him and sent him over to us as they feared that he was getting too powerful for them to control.”

Oh. You started to feel a little bad for him now. But a memory crosses your mind and suddenly that sympathy is gone. 

“He almost stripped naked in front of me.”

“Huh?” Nanami was caught off-guard for once, both eyebrows raised instead of one.

“I asked him to prove his humanity.”

“And then he started stripping?” Maki had an equally confused look on her face. She pushes up the frame on her face before leaning forward, “Don’t tell me that you liked it.”

“I mean��”

“Seriously?”

You laugh sheepishly at her words, tossing the empty cup into the bin behind them in perfect accuracy. “I’m just kidding. At least I won’t have to meet him anymore. Can’t have him strip naked around me every time we cross paths.”

Nanami frowns at your words, “Be careful.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave goodbye to them and take your leave, heading towards your last shift of the day.

You found yourself in front of his cell.

Realization only hits you once you read the tag off the door, painted red and in bold: KETER CLASS. DO NOT ENGAGE. Unlike other cells, Keter cells had no windows to peek through. You could only rely on the CCTV back in the control panel room, but you found it unreliable considering how easy it was for Keters to destroy such puny little things. You take a step back.

"I really should stop drinking coffee." You mumble to yourself and turn away.

"Did you come to visit me?"

An all-too familiar voice echoed behind you, and you jump away instantaneously from the door. It's still intact. How he managed to hear you, you don't know. What you do know now is that you're standing in front of his cell.

"No."

"Is no the only word you know?"

Witty. You cough, "I heard about you."

"What about me?"  

You hesitate a little, "That you're not the anomaly."

"So now you know." There's curiosity in his tone, erasing any lethargy you had left in your body. Guilt paws at your heartstrings for doubting his reasons during the encounter earlier, but the man is still Keter class. It doesn't make him any less of a monster compared to others. The only difference between him and others is that he's placed in a jail befitting of lower ranked anomalies. "What else did you hear?"

"That you still pose as a threat to humanity."

"Am I a threat to you?"

"Yes." was your answer. You were here for money, not morality. While the notion that he would rot in his cell for the rest of his years was indeed a question of one, you weren't paid to stay idle and chitchat with an anomaly. You were expected even less: to simply cast morality aside and do as you were told by the Foundation. So you dusted yourself off and turned on your heels to move towards the next post you were supposedly assigned to. 

"I see. Well it was nice to know you..."

At the sound of your name, you freeze yet again.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's on your tag."

"How can you see me?"

Goosebumps prickle your skin all over. Your legs pick up the sudden skip in your heartbeat and in a flash, you start sprinting for your life. You were just in time, out of range as the metal door breaks open with a crash, sending debris everywhere. You were far enough to get hit, but the sound had been loud enough to garner attention from creatures all over the place. Hisses and banging scratched at your ears as you continued down the hall, the opposite direction of where safety should be. But it didn't really matter; people outside would have heard of it and safety would come for you any minute now.

You force a look over your shoulder to see an enormous white creature behind him, large grey claws extended and chillingly long arms draped around his frame resembling a protective stance. Behind the cages of muscle on her head lies a single eye, glaring right into your very soul. It's mouth move in ragged breaths, teeth sharper than its claws ready to bite. If you squint hard enough- the man with his pet monster was smiling at you. 

"You do know its rude to leave without saying goodbye, right?"

And like a predator, he started to chase you.

The entity lets out a bloodcurdling scream, getting on its arms and wriggling towards you. Now you're fully awake and drunk on adrenaline, sweat dripping down your body with how fast you were running. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Curses slew out of your lips as you ran even harder knowing how quickly he was catching up. You focused ahead instead; to the left is a dead end, you know that. And to the right is an even longer hall of agitated anomalies that most likely are on his level too. With a giant monster chasing after you however, were you really on the spot to give a shit about what would happen?

No. Anyone in your spot would've done the same.

It helped that your paycheck had been deposited earlier last week. You could really give less of a fuck about damage control.

Your feet started to hurt. "Fucking leather shoes." You grumble to yourself and skid a turn towards the elongated row of Keter-class anomalies. You pass multiple warning signs, the alarms going off. Eventually you see red all around you, shadows dancing on the walls as they approached even closer, slowing down just to taunt you. 

"Stop running."

"Then stop chasing me, you freak!"

"Well, the 'freak' has a name. It's Yuta." He closes the gap between the two of you, voice steady despite how fast he was chasing up. 

You paid him no mind as you duck underneath a warning sign and roll on your back to avoid a reaching arm from the screeching creature. Stubborn as you are, you notice an emergency exit and made mental note to stay close to it. You unclasp the taser off your belt just in time when a hand grabs your shoulder. You fire up the taser and jab right, but miss and eventually find yourself falling to the ground.

You made romantic contact with the floor, lips on the cold hard tile. "Shit!" You hiss from the pain and roll away just in time as Yuta was about to grasp a hold on you yet again.

Blood gushes from your split lip, and it tastes disgusting knowing that you just made love with the floor. Right before you could get up, though, you found yourself encaged within the palms of the alien-like SCP. Pain bursts through your nerves everywhere, feeling like knives stabbing deep into your gut. You could've swore you heard your ribs break from the amounting pressure.

"Caught you."

"Yuuuuuuta," The creature closes its janky fingers around your body, salivating as it eyed you from head to toe. The pressure around your body tightens and you felt like you could break just from how tight it was gripping you. Hair stuck to your face like a wet rag, leaving you with limited eyesight. "What should I do with herrrrrr?"

"Let.... Go... of me!" You rasp between breaths.

"Don't kill her. She'll be our lifeline, Rika."

Rika lets out a displeased grunt and sets you down on the ground, but has its hands still wrapped around you. Not as tight, but much like a warning that it could break you anytime it needed to. You catch your breath with a chain of fitful coughs, your legs and lungs burning from the marathon. Your chest heaves heavily, sore and most probably bruised. There's splitting pain from your lips, blood dripping onto the very same tile you shared your first kiss with.

You now see him eye-to-eye, close enough to notice his parted hair and sneakers. He couldn't be any younger than 20, but the eyebags that hung below his eyes tell a different story.

"I'm sorry. I need you as a hostage."

"Fuck you." You spat at him coldly.

Yuta kneels and presses a hand to your shoulder, forcing you to stop writhing under his touch. You try shoving his hand away, but the grip stays firm. Some fuck ass glowing magic flowed through his hand and loosened the soreness in your muscles, easing your tension. From your point of view, the man radiated like a glowstick. 

"Don't touch me!"

He locks his eyes with you, "I'm healing you."

"Would've been nice to not get hurt in the first place."

Yuta sucks a sharp breath in, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you. I just need to get out of here. You'll have to be my hostage."

You click your tongue in annoyance at his genuine apology, "You won't even make it out the front gate. They'll be all over you soon. You think the Foundation gives a shit about some security guard like me? They'll kill us both, dumbass."

"You're right." Yuta is clearly amused by your personality now that you're being treated as a partner-in-crime rather than a stranger. You stood stunned when his hand moves up and his thumb ghosts over your lips, "Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

His thumb was cold against your lips. The action felt more intimate than you'd like, and it had you holding your breath.  It needed major balls not to flutter from the contact.

The bleeding stopped, prompting him to move his hand away.

The cold lingered a little longer than you'd like for it to be.

"Us? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You will. Now that you're with me, they'll think you're complying with me. And if you won't, they'll imprison you." The bleeding stopped, and he wipes the remaining blood off on the side of his pants. 

You fall silent. What he said was roughly the truth. In reality, it would be even worse if you did get caught- not only will Nanami be under fire for the inability to protect you- but you might also be on trial under suspicion of letting Yuta escape. And such trials might just end in your death. All in all, its a lose-lose case; but you'd much rather be on the winning team.

"Damn you."

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

You raise your head to glare at the man who had just obnoxiously turned your own words against you. His eyes light up a little, seeing your reaction. "Your choice."

"Fine."

"What was that?"

"I said yes!" You retort, flipping the bird at him.

He flashes you a grin, "That might've been the first time you've said yes to me!"

Oh, how you wished for supernatural powers like his to decimate the teasing man on the spot. Your fists crumple to a close, keeping that rage preserved in the back of your head. One day you'd get your revenge on him.

"Rika. My katana please." Yuta caresses its face gently.

You could feel her giddiness from the shake of Rika's enclosed palm around you. She reaches up to her neck and pulls out a long blade from within, handing it over to him. "For youuuu, Yutaaa."

He takes it from her, swishing it in the air and stretching his limbs free. "Thanks. Lead the way, I'll keep you safe." There's shouting and stomping from a distance, the roaring of soldiers fending off escaped anomalies. Nanami and Maki are out there too, calling for you. Your heart sinks a little at the prospect of betraying them.

You huff, blowing hair out of your face.

"It's on the other side. Opposite of the way we ran in. But I need you to do me a favor and not kill everyone you see."

Yuta brightens up. The likelihood of him fighting against a large horde of people had him excited. "That's not something I can promise."

"Fine. Then at least spare Nanami and Maki."

"Who's that?" 

"Uh, guy with blonde hair and a woman with green hair."

He shrugs, “I’ll try.”

Deep down inside, you felt a part of you die.

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[lokissweater]

hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!

OH MY GOODNESSS i could never ignore this! i can ABSOLUTELY cook this one up for you and i hope i met your expectations!! i wanted to release this right on your birthday, so here is my gift to you! <3 ILY you’re so sweet thank you for sending in a request!

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finally.

{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player who’s never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.

warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, he’s a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.

word count: 5k

authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope i’m feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3

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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campus— having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.

he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.

and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.

until he met you.

you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.

yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.

“hey,” he sipped at his beer. “what’s your name?”

you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player you’ve ever heard of was talking to you.

“y-y/n…” you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.

“pretty name for a pretty girl,” he hummed. “you’ve never come to my parties before, have you?”

you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.

“welcome then!” he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. “you here by yourself?”

“no i’m with a friend, actually.” you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.

yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. “did you lose them?”

“i— i guess so—”

“you can stick with me then.” he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. “you wanna head upstairs? maybe we can—”

“no thank you.”

he paused.

no?

“no?”

he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.

you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. “i’m sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasn’t too much trouble!”

he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.

yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.

except he couldn’t. he couldn’t shake it off.

his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.

he didn’t know why it was happening. he didn’t know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.

yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.

you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.

yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.

“a girl like her isn’t gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.” one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yuta’s moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.

“and why not.” he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.

“because she’s nothing like us.” he emphasized. “she’s a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.”

his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. “just go back to the ones you usually go for. they’re easy.”

yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldn’t deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yours— paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.

but you never did.

in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldn’t find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.

he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldn’t, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on them— stopping all together in the end.

it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.

these everyday parties were pointless.

he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.

there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.

his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.

“hey y/n,” he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. “how are you doing?”

your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. “hi yuta! i’m doing okay. how are you?”

he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.

“i’m good! do you— do you want a drink? or something? i could—”

“oh it’s okay yuta! i’m fine,” you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.

yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.

the fridge.

“do you um—” he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. “do you want maybe apple juice? or— or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day but—”

you giggled.

his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.

yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.

“sunny d would be great!”

he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. “o—okay! yes sunny d—”

he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny d’s in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.

“here you go.”

your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yuta’s chest clench.

precious.

he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“i wanted to apologize—” he strained out. “for the way i spoke to you when we first met.”

you stared at him.

“it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i just—” he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. “i’m really sorry.”

you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shock— until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.

“you don’t have to apologize yuta honestly.” your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. “i don’t think any less of you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“you don’t?”

you shook your head cutely, beaming. “i don’t.”

he felt like he could breathe again.

your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.

it would be a lie if you said you weren’t hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you were— you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didn’t show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.

he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to say— and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.

“and what’s this one called?” he asked softly.

you glanced over. “that’s the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.”

“only for two to three days?!” he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.

and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.

he wanted to hear it from you.

“and this one?”

he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.

“that’s the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!”

your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.

“oo! and this one—” you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.

yuta’s eyebrows furrowed. “what? why’d you stop?” he looked to where you had been staring. “what about this one?”

“sorry!” you sputtered. “i felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too much…”

you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.

“no you weren’t. you weren’t at all.”

you peered up at him shyly.

“you can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.” he ruffled your hair. “i like listening to you.”

your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.

“so what’s this one?” he pressed again, lightly.

the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.

“those are pansies,” you leaned over the railing. “i like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.”

“like a little buddy,” yuta commented.

you laughed softly, “yeah! like a little buddy.”

he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.

“that’s you and me.”

“is it?” you grinned. “who’s who?”

“you’re the white one and i’m the purple one,” yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertips— and you let him. “because you’re pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and i’m a douchebag and sometimes i’m a mean and scary old fart.”

you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. “nuh uh. i don’t agree.”

“you don’t?” he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.

you shook your head again. “you’re genuine yuta. really genuine. and you’re funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!… sometimes.”

yuta laughed, “sometimes?” he softly placed your hands back at your sides. “yeah, you’re not wrong.”

“but you make me happy, always.” you finished off.

his eyes lit up like a firework. “really? so does this mean you’ll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?”

you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. “nuh uh.”

“aww mannn,” yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.

your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yuta’s eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.

that’s where he started calling you flower.

“that’s okay!” he leaned back up. “i’ll keep trying.”

and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.

everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.

but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.

his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he would’ve dumped you months ago already.

and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasn’t managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymore— and even when they did run, yuta wasn’t ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.

“you have to cut it out man,” one of them said. “this frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girl—“ he stopped. “who the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla but—”

“who she is is none of your fucking business?” yuta snapped. “and just because i’m not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesn’t mean this frat is turning into a ‘shit hole.’”

some of the boys snickered.

“you wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?”

“no—”

“then be my fucking guest.”

“okay fine, i’m sorry man.” he sighed. “we haven’t had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.”

yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.

he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.

so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.

“i know— i know parties aren’t really your thing…” he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. “but i’d feel a lot better if you were there… and you won’t be alone! you’ll be with me the whole time so—”

yuta sighed. “…i have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and they’re pissed at me.”

you gasped softly, “they are?”

“yeah but i don’t give a fuck.”

you both giggled.

“but i do want to make them somewhat happy so that’s why i gotta throw this party… can you come? it’s okay if not flower don’t worry—”

“of course i can go yuta!” you spoke cutely over the speaker. “as long as you give me a sunny d i’ll be okay.”

he laughed.

“i feel like…” you struggled. “them being mad and what’s happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta… i’m sorry.”

your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.

“what?” his eyes narrowed. “no flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?”

“because i keep asking you to hang out with me,” you spoke softly. “and i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.”

yuta chuckled and shook his head. “i would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.” he sat up on his bed. “i love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever that’s happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.”

you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. “okay.”

so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.

yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.

everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).

yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.

the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.

all was bliss, until it wasn’t.

“is this her? the girl you’re always talking to?” one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.

yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, “yeah.”

he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. “this is y/n.”

“h—hi.”

“i see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!” he slurred. “she’s fucking hot. never seen tits look so good—”

your breath hitched.

“the fuck you just say?” yuta tugged you behind him. “the hell is wrong with you man? don’t talk about her like that.”

you noticed several eyes looking over.

“what!” he hiccuped dumbly. “they do! why are you getting pissed—”

“i don’t give a shit!” yuta snapped. “don’t talk about her like that!”

he scoffed, swaying a little. “what, like you actually care about her anyways—”

“are you fucking serious?” yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.

“no yuta, he’s drunk it’s okay—”

“she’s just another one for your body count, once you fuck her you’re gonna leave—”

yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.

“yuta please!” you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.

yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.

he was furious.

finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.

“that’s enough that’s enough!”

“guys stop!”

quickly, you grabbed yuta’s hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.

“you’re out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!” yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. “you’re out!”

your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.

once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.

“—fuck im sorry i’m sorry im so sorry—” yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, “i just fucked everything up between us i—”

yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldn’t keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didn’t deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.

his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.

“i’m so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,” he emphasized. “and i’m so sorry i beat him when you told me not to i— i just couldn’t stand there when he was talking to you like that man—”

he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.

“yuta it’s okay—”

“no,” he shook his head and looked at you. “no it’s not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesn’t let me.”

his eyes got so sad, saying words he didn’t want to say, but knew he had to. “you shouldn’t be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldn’t. fuck— i don’t want you around a guy like me. you’re too precious for that. i’m gonna end up screwing you over like i always do—”

“yuta stop.” you raised your voice a little, your tone one he’d never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.

he shut right up.

“come sit down with me on the curb,” you pulled his arm. “please.”

he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.

he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.

“you don’t get to decide what i deserve yuta.”

his eyes shot in your direction “but as a friend i’m telling you—”

you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

you kissed him.

yuta’s eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he could’ve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.

him.

you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. “a guy who’s willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.”

you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. “so what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i don’t care. i’d lose but i’d do it,” you giggled. “i didn’t like the fight because i don’t want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i don’t have anything to worry about.”

he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. “no flower that’s the thing you’re too sweet to me, i don’t want you justifying—”

“yuta be quiet!” you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. “you talk too much.”

you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something he’s wished upon every star for.

“you’re so good to me yuta, truly you are. and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say this because i’m always nervous but—” you smiled endearingly. “i do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.”

yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.

his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his life— you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like he’s properly healthy, in more ways than one.

“we’re going out tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. “bright and early. i’m gonna take you to get breakfast, and then we’re gonna go to that aquarium you’ve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then i’m gonna buy you a souvenir, and then i’m gonna take you to get your nails done—”

“yu!” you pulled back and giggled happily. “you don’t have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.”

he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“really?”

“really.”

“well too fucking bad i’m gonna do it anyways.”

he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.

you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yuta’s heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.

he finally had you.

finally.

and he was never letting you go.

[s0dium]

Hi sods! Since you said thirsts were open, i was wondering which JJK man gives the best head? (Not really a thirst but whatever) thx :))

You are so sweet

Pervert!Yuuta x F!Reader

A/n: Its Yuuta, for sure yuuta. So here is more pervert Yuuta for you guys

Synopsis: Yuuta has been dreaming about tasting you

Warnings: Cunnilingus, nipple play, fingering, yuuta cums hands free

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Just from the brush of Yuuta's lips on your stomach inching closer to your pelvis, you knew you were in trouble.

Dark sleepy eyes gaze up at you and you don't miss the way the ends of his Yuuta's tug into a small smile. He's positioned himself between your legs, his head just hovering over your clothed cunt. With his body laid out in front of you, you can't help but run your fingers through his dark hair, feeling the strands slip through your fingertips.

"Can I?" Yuutas voice is low and soft, playful but almost begging. Long pale fingers play with the hem of your panties. You thickly swallow and nod.

A low hum of satisfaction escapes from Yuuta's lips and he places a soft kiss on your warm tummy.

"Thank you baby."

You screw your eyes shut from embarrassment as Yuuta slowly pulls down your underwear. A shiver racks your body from the cold air hitting your bare lower half. Your first instinct is to close your legs, to shield yourself from being so exposed and from Yuuta's intense gaze. However, two strong hands firmly grasp the underside of your thighs and press them towards you, effectively folding you in half and spreading you wide open.

"Yuu..." You whine, but your protests fall upon deaf ears. Right now Yuuta is in a whole other world. Right now, in this moment, Yuuta thinks he must have died and gone to fucking heaven. His tongue darts out to wet his lips because oh god he is practically drooling right now at the sight of you. He knew you where beautiful but Jesus christ. He releases one of your thighs to spread your wet folds with his pointer and thumb, pupils dilating at the sight of your tight hole clenching around nothing.

"Yuu pl~"

Yuuta doesn't let you finish the sentence because he is already on you, his eager hot mouth enveloping your twitching clit, licking and sucking. His tongue flattens, softly lapping at your sensitive pearl before swirling it around, fast and gentle enough to have you whining.

"So good baby" He groans into your pussy, "Taste so good." Yuuta's mouth is greedy on you, licking and sucking like you are the last meal he will ever have. You are losing your mind right now, the feeling of his wet soft tongue on your clit has your toes curling from the electric arrow of pleasure dancing through your body.

"Yuu please, nghhh so good..."The intense, burning pleasure building in your core causes your back to arch off the bed, slowly spreading throughout your body. Hesitantly, you glance down at Yuuta below you, and the sight alone has you clenching. In any other situation, you would guess that Yuuta's the one being pleasured; his black hair sticks to his forehead, spit and your juices smeared around his mouth, strong big hands grasping onto your thighs for dear life, and dark eyes glued to your sopping wet pussy. His ears are bright red at the sounds you are making, the sultry whines and desperate moans.

He wants more.

He wants to make you feel more.

Yuuta releases your thighs and his fingers find your nipples. Your toes curl when you feel him start to tweak and quickly flick over your sensitive nubs, his tongue not stopping for a second against your clit. His dual ministrations on your clit and your nipples has pleasure rippling through your body and you can feel something hot building in your tummy, your core.

You do not know how long you can handle this and Yuuta doesn't know how long he can either. A raw primal need settled in him and he has started to desperately hump the bedsheets. Everything just feels so good right now, so euphoric you wonder if you could stay like this forever, drowning in bliss. You do not even feel Yuuta's tongue lapping you anymore or his hands on your breasts, you just feel pleasure, so good, oh Jesus you think the dam inside you is gonna break any second-

Your jaw goes slack and your whole body quakes as pleasure rakes your entire body. Your brain feels fuzzy and you let yourself fall into the euphoria. You're too lost in the high to realize that Yuuta finished right there with you, ropes of white cum spoiling his pants as he continued to suck and lap your soaking cunt. Yuuta doesn't even stop when you have come to your senses, instead, his finger has found its way into your sensitive hole.

"One more for me baby? Please?"

[cursedvibes]

I went on @epickiya722 blog and ranted all about how I think that the womanizer characterisation of Gojo by the fandom does not make sense. The points I gave to why this man can not even be in one relationship were:

Trust issues. Gojo does not trust a lot of people due to being the target of assassination attempt since his birth.

Self isolation. He does not feel like others truly understand him or can relate to him. So, he does not truly give himself the opportunity to be close to anyone.

I could go in more detail but I already saturated, the previous blogger ask and I do not want to trigger a hypefixation that will make me write a 2000 words essay on " Gojo got no hoes: this man has a negative rizz".

Also, I'm new to the fandom, so my interpretation could be lacking a lot of elements from the manga.

What do you think? (This is a bait for you to write a loooooooooooooooooooong answer)

I forgot to add. I don't think that most Jujutsu Sorcerers are in the mental headspace to be in a relationship with all the things they have to deal with. Maybe if it is for politics, as in getting married to someone because of their abilities and how it can be beneficial for your clan.

Well, I wouldn't really say I'm an expert on Gojo, but he's definitely not a womanizer. The only reason this is even such a popular perception of his character is because of some misinterpretation of a comment Gege made before Hidden Inventory started, where they said Gojo wears sunglasses when meeting girls/a girl (Riko). And I guess fans assume because they think Gojo is hot, he must be swimming in pussy. In canon, most people seemed to be turned off by his personality and status though. Yuuta (guy who still runs around with the replica of the girl who made a pinky swear with him in elementary school) even teases him about how ridiculous him having a significant other is. Gege said that at least when they were teenagers, Geto was the more popular one. Can't say I understand that because the guy seemed like an absolute bore and always looked down on the people he considers weak just like Gojo. Gojo was being straight-forward about it and not pretending he's a nicer person than he actually is, which I can respect much more than Geto's slimy attitude.

I agree that a big problem for Gojo is the self-isolation he puts on himself that comes with being considered The Strongest. People might be intimidated, but fundamentally there is nothing keeping him from forming close relationships with others once he knows them better. He sees himself as entirely removed from others and not even having/being the same existence.

He is the one who put himself up there and who thinks that only someone on a similar pedestal like Sukuna or previously Geto could understand him because he considers them separate from other humans and closer to himself. The label "The Strongest" is a necessity for him to think he could ever form a truly equal relationship with someone. That way he is very similar to Kashimo and Yorozu, also people who tried to teach Sukuna about love and desperately tried to relate to him because they thought he was the only person who could understand them (he doesn't and he isn't) and that way they only managed to close themselves off to people who could've actually helped them.

Vulnerability also plays into it to an extent because it's no coincidence that Gojo has his Limitless on almost constantly. The thing is, to form a real personal bond with others and have a close relationship with them, he needs to make himself vulnerable and also step down from the pedestal he put himself on to meet them at eye-level. You see that very well with how Takaba and Kenjaku's fight ended. Kenjaku also used to separate themselves from others for safety reasons, suspicion and just general habit. They craved friendship, but had trouble forming the truly equal relationship friendship requires for them. In the end, Kenjaku allowed themselves to fully engage with and get involved with Takaba and that vulnerability led to their death, but it also made them happy and as they said, was one of the best moments in their long life because it fulfilled the base wish/desire that was behind all the wild experiments and merging of people and curses and whatnot.

You could say Gojo is similar and had a similar death in that he was made vulnerable, but it wasn't so much that he stepped down from his pedestal to connect with the people who were already trying to reach him and cared about him, instead he made himself vulnerable by antagonizing someone who also stands on a different pedestal. He doesn't lower his guard, he seeks out someone who could overcome it by force. Unfortunately, that person doesn't actually care about him. If he had tried to connect more with the people already next to him, he might've been happier or more emotionally fulfilled, even if that means he would have to give up his strength or lower his defence. Instead of making children into weapons in hopes of some of them also climbing on that pedestal, he could've left his. There is pressure for him to be in that high position, no question, but he is the one who separates his existence and status as a living being from others. He would've needed to unlearn that thinking first.

All in all, the last thing you said in the second ask is most important. Sorcerers, especially the ones at Jujutsu Tech, generally just don't have romantic relationships or close relationships in general. Not the type the "womanizer Gojo" people are thinking about at least. Gege avoids talking about couples, but the only sorcerers who might be in a relationship are Kirara and Hakari and they aren't part of Jujutsu Tech anymore. Yaga is divorced and we don't know anything about the others except that most of them are very lonely and depressed. Some sorcerers, particularly those in the big clans, are married, but they don't seem that happy. Maki's parents don't look like they love each other or have any joy in their life really. So if we go by canon, no sorcerer is in a committed and/or loving relationship as far as we know (like I said even Hakari & Kirara are up in the air), which makes sense because most of them will soon die anyway. Maybe some of them have sex on the side, but probably more as coping mechanism. With how hung-up Gojo is on Geto aka the closest relationship he had in his life, I don't see Gojo being one of them. Not saying he's crying into his pillow 24/7, but getting close enough for sex with others seems difficult. Plus, ideally the other person also has to like him enough to agree to do it with him and finding someone like that isn't easy either.

tldr: I agree "Gojo got no hoes: this man has negative rizz"

[hxhhasmysoul]

Have you seen this? https://www.tumblr.com/gojosbf/748604451516006400/hey-guys-what-the-fuck-is-this-who-is-voting?source=share

[That is satosugu blog (sorry).]

Just want to say : thanks so much @hxhhasmysoul. You open a new door to me, in shipping Sukuna/Itadori, and it's in the top 5 fav ships above.....As a multishipper, I never consider SukuIta until I found this blog of yours (especially your SukuIta fics recs).

I've read all SukuIta fics from your fics recs list, do you mind if I ask another fics recs? Also, thanks a lot for the Killua/Gon fics recs, really love them.....🤩

Don’t apologise for linking a SatoSugu blog, you don’t have to warn me  XD Thank you for the ask, I will be really mean, so just a fair warning.

Also it’d be pretty obvious that they are a SatoSugu blog even if you hadn’t warned me. What gives them away is that they can’t read, reading comprehension is just rare among the fans of that ship.  

They ask who voted in a ranking made based on the amount of published works on Pixiv XD

It’s even funnier no one in the notes noticed that. 

But these comments are fascinating to me.

So like 3 Gojou x Getou is reasonable but 4 Getou x Gojou is not, so it’s unreasonable for Getou to top? Is that it? 

Same with 7 and 8, it’s even funnier because the preference as to who tops is usually reverse in the western fandom XD

I’m not sure why Yuuta x Toge is not reasonable.. I mean they are the same age, right? 

Well Gojou x Utahime they disapprove on the forced straightness grounds, I mean even if they ship stsg, Getou’s dead, and Gojou could be bi… but whatever icky woman is icky.  

I mean I disapprove of shipping Gojou in general, because I think all Gojou ships are either misogyny or queerphobia, because he’s too awful to force onto other people… The dumb fascist is the only one that can be punished thusly, they are equally awful as people ;)

I guess the ships between Megumi and Toge, or Gojou and Nanami or Ijichi are pedo ships, because Toge is a year older than Megs and Gojou is at least a year older than either of them. Or is Gojou x Ijichi just simple abuse? I’d call it that. Oh, and I checked Nanami x Ijichi and that’s just clearly pedo stuff, Nanami is one year older. (Honestly this ship could be really nice, Ijichi could use a guy who can stand up for himself and actually is thoughtful)

What more can I say… Generally there being just two Sukuna ships is disappointing, people have poor aesthetic taste. No Kenny ship is also sad, especially seeing how popular Toge is and well that guy gets barely any development in the story, he’s kinda boring to me. 

As to Yuuji’s ships. GoYuu falls under Gojou shouldn’t be shipped, period. The ships with Megumi I get. Nanami and Chousou make sense too, even if they’re not my jam. But the ship with Getou… every time I see it, it makes me lose faith in humanity a little. 

___

I’m glad you got into SukuIta. More fics:

Smail just has a lot of stuff and I love most of it.

This is specifically what Smail wrote for me.

Creepy and hot trapped in spaceship smut.

Sweet and sexy Escort AU by Yuujispinkhair.

Monsterfucker Coffee Shop AU smut.

Hot Hockey Player Groupie AU smut.

Sukuna reincarnates as a cat, serves him right.

Art and short fics some very smutty.

This is one of my top 3 fics ever it was supposed to be crack but the author failed and now it's a very long fic with amazing relationship dynamics.

And another gem by the same author where Sukuna gets domesticated.

[thus-spoke-lo]

He’s a Real Picnic // linecook!Sanji x reader // SFW

Written for @bastardblvd’s Wet Hot Slimeball Collab CW: gn!reader, some gendered pet name (ex. ma chérie), crack-ish. Sanji-typical shenanigans. WC: ~800

“Did you know that this wine takes seven summers to create, my sweet?”

You glance at the green bottle that Sanji holds in his hands. “No, I can’t say that I did.”

“Here, darling.” Sanji pours you a glass and hands it to you. “You see, what I’ve learned is that the best things in life take time and persistence, and this wine is no exception.”

“Huh.” You raise an eyebrow and take a swig from the glass; it tastes like wine, alright. “How interesting.”

“Isn’t it?” He brushes his blonde hair out of his eye, smooths out the picnic blanket that covers the patchy grass of the park. He takes multiple small containers out of the grand, hand-woven basket that sits in the middle, and begins to arrange their contents neatly on the plates in front of you—real plates, not the cheap paper kind that you’re used to hauling along for afternoon picnics, with intricate designs painted along the edges. “Do you know where I got these plates, my dear?”

You sigh. “Let me guess. When you were working under Chef Zeff in Fr—”

“When I worked under Chef Zeff in France that one summer,” he drones, not even hearing your response. “Now here, why don’t you try this? I special-ordered this baguette from a bakery out of town, just for today.”

You sputter as he shoves a piece of bread in your mouth. “Sanji—”

“I know, ma chérie, I spoil you too much.” He sighs and grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your gaze to him. “But you deserve it. I see how hard you work every day, how you put up with the disgusting flirtations of our customers with a smile. It’s vile what they put you through, truly awful.”

“Sanji, listen—”

“Darling, we don’t need words,” he says, pressing his long finger to your lips to silence you. “Our love is one that only needs lingering glances over glasses of wine, a shared laugh over the gentle grazing of our hands as we both reach for the last piece of Brie—”

“Sanji! For the last goddamned time, I am on a date!”

“Of course you are, lovely,” he laughs, sitting back on his heels. “You’re on a date with me, just like I’ve always dreamed of.”

“Not with you.” You point to the sad-eyed man sitting next to you. “With him.”

Yuuta quietly waves at Sanji and smiles, leaning down to take a cracker from the plate on front of you; Sanji smacks Yuuta’s hand and shakes his head slowly. “Those are not for you, sac à merde, and you have no business interrupting my afternoon with my delicate flower.”

“Oh, should I go?” Yuuta asks, looking at you with an expression that made him look utterly and irresistibly soggy.

“What? Jesus, Yuuta, no, you don’t need to go, he’s just”—you pause and breathe deeply, grumbling as you exhale. “Let me handle this.”

Yuuta shrugs in response and pulls out his phone, popping in earbuds as if to give you privacy for whatever was about to happen.

“Sanji,” you start, taking both his his remarkably soft hands in yours, “you need to go, my guy. You crashed my date.”

“But my sweet, summer blossom, I put so much of my love for you into this experience! I brought all your favorite foods, and I got up early just to make sure everything looked perfect!” Sanji places his hands on each side of your face, his expression becoming more panicked as he spoke. “Do you know how hard it is to find someone to work the overnight shift? I owe Dabi so much money now!”

You carefully pry Sanji’s hands from your cheeks and close your eyes. A groan escapes your lips, and you know you’ll probably regret the next words you say. “Look. Maybe another time, okay? Just…not now.”

“You—you mean it?” His pupils practically turn heart-shaped at the suggestion.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not.” You could do worse.

“Well, then my apologies, let me clean this up and I’ll be out of your way.” He winks at you, like you now share a secret you’d rather not have between you, and he begins to pack up the picnic basket.

“Hey, Sanji,” you coo, tugging at the hem of his shirt as he starts to put away the bunny-shaped apple slices.

“Yes, my darling?” he grins, practically salivating at the sound of your voice.

“Can you, uh… can you leave the food at least?”

“…fine. But he can’t have any.” He leans over, until he’s mere inches from Yuuta’s face. “And I’ll know if you do.”

Sanji lights a cigarette and takes a long drag from it while he glares at the two of you, blowing the smoke in Yuuta’s face, then stands and shoves his hands in his pockets as he wanders off. You sigh and turn to Yuuta, who is quietly watching Power and Denji’s latest video, chuckling to himself while he shoves a slice of apple in his mouth.

Somehow, this is still the best summer you’ve had so far.

[joedirtymadre]

GIRLIE OMGGG THAT TOGE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY BANGER I'M DYING😭😭 I'VE LOST ALL MY SELF RESPECT AND HAVE COME TO WORSHIP YOU AND YOUR WRITING🧎‍♀️🛐

CAN THEE REQUEST AGAIN AND FOR OUR SHY SWEET BABY YUUTA GOING ON A DATE W US🫶🫶 FEEL FREE TO REJECT TY AND LOVE YOUU‼️

First Date

YUTA X READER. FLUFF. (Thank you so much 🥹. AND YES I CAN. But pls keep sending more requests I really do get excited when you guys send them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

I looked into the mirror, “Don’t you think this is too much…?” I questioned myself as I looked at the date outfit Nobara helped me put together. “Nah, you look hot!” Nobara said with a thumbs up. I looked at the outfit, I was wearing a purple low v-neck halter top, with a white tennis skirt. She also let me borrow some cute sandals she had, and a lot of matching jewelry. “What’s wrong? You don’t look too sure,” Nobara pouted. “N-No don’t get me wrong, the outfit is beautiful… but I don’t think it’s my style,” I pointed out. “Hmmm… I guess you do have a point… Yuta is already so blushy blushy around you in just your uniform. Maybe this as a first date outfit might just kill him,” Nobara joked. “Stop it, and I think I’ll just change into some jeans and throw a sweatshirt over it, plus some sneakers cause what if we’re walking all day?” I pointed out. “Pretty good points, but I think I know what to put you in,” Nobara smirked.

“Oh wow! Nobara, this is so cute!” I smiled as I spun around. (You can think of any outfit you’d like, but for the story I’ll be using the image down below 🫡) “I’m glad you like it, but all I’m saying is that if I were asked on a date I would’ve dressed so hot he would’ve died the second he laid his eyes on me,” Nobara smirked. “Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t been asked on a date yet… you might end up on the most wanted watch list,” I joked while grabbing my blue handbag. Nobara rolled my eyes and followed me to her door. “Alright I have to go! Or else I’ll be late!” I said as I ran off to the campus stairs.

I made it! I looked down the stairs to see Yuta already waiting. “Yuta!” I called out and rushed down the stairs. “Hey (Y/N),” he smiled. I made it to the last step, but before stepping down I tripped over my own foot. “Ah-“ I let out while falling forward. “(Y/N)!” Yuta said and quickly ran over to catch me. Yuta wrapped his arms around me and quickly caught me before I could hit the ground. “Ah… t-thanks Yuta,” I blushed as I looked up to face him. “N-No problem, I just didn't want you to g-get hurt,” he stuttered, while quickly letting go of me. “Thanks,” I smiled. “So what’d you have planned for today?” I asked. “Ah, well… I thought some ramen would be good to start with,” he said. “Ooh! Yeah ramen sounds perfect right now!” I cheered and led the way to the train station.

“That really hit the spot, huh Yuta?” I asked. “Mhmm, now there was a place I wanted to go to…” he trailed off as he looked around the street. I tilted my head in confusion. “There it is!” He said as he grabbed my hand and we ran over to the mysterious place he mentioned. Suddenly he stopped and I looked up and realized that we stopped in front of a flower shop. “Oh wow! Flowers!” I smiled. “Yeah, I have something I need to pick up,” he blushed. “You do?” I asked. “Yeah, wait right here… just for a second!” He said as he ran in. I shrugged my shoulders and looked across the street to see an older couple walking together holding hands. “That’s nice…” I smiled. I began turning my gaze back to the flower shop to check if Yuta was out, until I heard someone scream. I flipped my head back towards the couple, and noticed a man fighting the older woman for her purse. “Hey!” I yelled and began to run over. Before I could reach the man, he pushed the older woman and ran off. I watched as her husband quickly knelt down to tend to her. “I’ll get him! I swear!” I yelled and took off over the guy. I ran as fast as I could towards the man, I watched as he took a turn into a small alley. I slowly approached the alley, making sure he wasn’t about to jump out and attack me. I then saw a head peep from behind a dumpster. I heard him scoff, “It’s just a high schooler…” he laughed as he walked out. “Now run off girly, before you get hurt. Just needed some quick cash, it shouldn’t concern you,” he said as he tried walking away. “Hey! I ain’t letting you leave with that purse!” I yelled. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He chuckled as he turned back. He rushed over to me, and I got in stance ready to fight back, but before I could land a punch the dumpster was thrown towards the man. Throwing him against the wall, knocking him out. “What the-?” I cut myself off, as I felt a scary presence. I turned around and saw Yuta. “Yuta!” I said and ran over. “Are you ok?” He asked, but before I could answer he pulled into a hug. “God… I got scared…” he said as he slightly trembled against me. “Yuta, I’m ok… plus you know I can handle myself,” I smiled and looked up to face him. “I know, but… I should be the one protecting you, especially when you’re with me,” he said as he had a serious look on his face. “You wanna be my superhero?” I giggled. “N-No… not like that, but… I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’d rather get hurt than you,” he smiled. I felt my cheeks heat up, “O-Okay,” I said softly. “Now let’s go take that woman’s purse back,” he said. I nodded and we quickly went to retrieve the bag.

While walking back to the couple I realized something… “Hey Yuta? Where’s your flowers?” I asked. “About that… I dropped them the second I saw you run off…” he sighed. “Oh… were they for someone important?” I asked. “Umm… yeah, they were someone really special,” he sighed again. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll buy you some new ones,” I said nervously. “No, that's fine,” he smiled. “Hello!” We turned our attention towards the unfamiliar voice. We looked up and noticed the older woman from earlier. “We got your purse back!” I said, and handed her the bag. “Oh thank you so much, both of you!” She smiled. “And we made sure to call the police, we’d hate to have that happen to you again,” Yuta said. “Where’s your husband?” I asked. “He’s coming, he said he saw something on the floor and went to go pick it up,” she explained. “I see, well I’m glad you’re ok. That was a nasty fall,” I pointed out. “I may not look like it, but I’m one tough cookie. Just ask my husband,” the woman laughed. She quickly turned around, “Oh there he is,” she said. We looked over and noticed him carrying a bouquet of wildflowers. “The bouquet!” Yuta said in shock as the man walked up to us. “I saw you drop these, and I assumed that you were with our friend here,” he said as he looked over towards me. “Thank you!” He said as he grabbed the bouquet from the older man. “No problem, and thank you for helping us,” the man said, as he shook our hands. “We really appreciate it, and also you two really deserve each other. Going off to help a stranger, and you going off to back her up. Not a lot of people like that anymore,” the woman winked. I felt my face blow up, and I looked over to see Yuta also has a cherry face. “Th-Thank you miss,” I smiled. We said our goodbyes and headed our own way.

“What a crazy first date, huh?” I laughed as we walked up the stairs. “It was,” Yuta chuckled. “So happy you got the flowers, that person is super lucky,” I smiled. “(Y/N)… they’re for you,” he laughed. I turned around quickly, and stared at him in disbelief. “Well I was hoping to surprise you with flowers when I walked out of the flower shop, but…” he laughed. “They’re for me?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Well… I was hoping we’d be in a more romantic setting, but I was hoping if this date went well then…” he trailed off. “Then?” I encouraged him. “Then I was planning on asking you to be my girlfri-“ I cut him off. “Yes!” I said as I pounced on him. He caught me, but the flowers flew everywhere. “The flowers!” He panicked. “It’s ok, Yuta,” I smiled. “But how are you going to remember our first date?” He asked. “I got an idea,” I smiled as I cupped his face. Before he could get another word in, I pulled him into a soft kiss. I felt him tense up, but quickly relaxed and deepened it. We finally pulled away and stared at each other, slowly trying to catch our breath. “T-That can work,” Yuta stuttered. I laughed, before pulling him in for another kiss.

The outfit I had in mind 💅

[twilightmalachite]

Christmas Live - Epilogue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Tetora, Chiaki, Hinata, Yuuta, Kanata, Shinobu, Yuzuru

Translation Team: Mika Enstars & 310mc

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"C’mon 2wink, you rush over here too! If you take too long, Taichou’s gonna snatch away all the good bits~"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Park’s Live Stage

Tetora: Alright, everyone! There’s not much time left ‘til the Eve’s Eve Live is over!

While we’d love to keep the enthusiasm up with more and more hype—Christmas Eve and the actual performance have yet to happen, so~

Let’s not overdo it and end things early so that nobody catches a cold!

Tetora: But to anyone hoping for way more—don’t worry! We’d love to have you join us over at Yumenosaki Academy’s StarFes, on Christmas day!

As a present, we’ll bring even more passionate, glittering bright dreams to everyone there…☆

Chiaki: Mhm! Wonderful MC! It’s so full of excitement, Nagumo!

You’re informing them about everything that needs to be conveyed as concisely as possible! There’s really nothing else I could teach you at this point, huh…☆

I’m so moved! I can feel my eyes begin to water! My tears are so passionately hot, not even the winter’s cold can freeze them! Fuhahahaha! ☆

Tetora: Taichou, you’ve been performin’ this whole time, so how come you’re still so energetic? Gonna be real with ya—It’s just getting in my way. I’d rather you not snatch the spotlight from your junior.

C’mon 2wink, you rush over here too! If you take too long, Taichou’s gonna snatch away all the good bits~

This guy always does that!

Chiaki: Nagumo, why do you always say things that pierce deep in my heart… What can’t you stand about me!? Do you hate me!?

Yuuta: Ahaha, you just can’t help but have mixed feelings when someone more talented raves about you with such high praise, you know.

When the sun shines bright enough, the stars around it become overshadowed and invisible to the eye.

And then that sun comes around and tells you something like, “you can shine brighter than that!”…

It’s hard not to feel angry, or rather, pathetic. You understand, don’t you, Tetora-kun?

Tetora: Ooh, Yuuta-kun! The outfit suits you perfectly~♪

Yuuta: That’s ‘cause it was tailored to fit Aniki exactly. So it fits me perfectly as well. At least for now, as frustrating as that is.

Hinata: Well I’m happy that we can still wear the same outfits… We’ll get to make even more memories this year as just the two of us, right? ♪

Yuuta: It’s no longer just you and I, Aniki. Come on, things aren’t the same as “back then” when we were on the streets, shivering in the cold. We’re surrounded by the many, many stars of RYUSEITAI.

This year will probably be a much “warmer” Christmas than ever before.

Hinata: Though, with so many stars, it'll be way harder to stand out! But if we huddle close and stand together, we can shine brighter than any sun!

Behold the brilliance of 2wink, the twin stars! Make sure to burn it into your eyes, everyone~! ☆

Yuuta: 2wink, the two-in-one twin idols, are pleased to meet you! ☆

Tetora: (…Whew, what a relief. They’re still a li’l awkward around each other, but… looks like they made up, huh?)

(Guess it was a good thing that I really ripped into them—Or well, more specifically, swinging my fist at ‘em.)

(I might’ve done somethin’ unwarranted for their sake, but… That’s how an ally of justice rolls, right… Probably, I dunno~♪)

We shouldn’t get in their way, huh? C’mon Taichou, how about we go and hand out presents to the kids~?

Chiaki: Yeah! ☆ You can count on me for that, it’s my field of expertise! C’mon kiddos, gather around~! Santa-san’s got gifts for you! Come and get them!

Theeere, there, there~♪ (pat, pat, pat) You kids must be so sleepy by now, so we’re grateful that you stuck around with us for this long!

Ah—Hey, hold it, Kanata! Don’t give out live animals—! Where did you get those sea creatures from!?

Kanata: ehh~… [winter] is the season for [seafood], you know~?

here you go, a [sea cucumber] for you~♪ and for you, a [sea anemone]~…☆

Chiaki: Stop right there, you’ll traumatize the kids! Nagumo, hold Kanata down at once! Sengoku, come with me! We’ll split the work between us to distribute the rest of the presents, alright?

Shinobu: Roger that~! However, Taichou-dono… The Eve’s Eve Live can be viewed for free, so there is barely any profit to this…

If we were to distribute presents as well, wouldn’t we make a net loss here?

Chiaki: Mm? Oh yeah, true! But, well, the kids’ smiles are our reward! In that regard, Santa-san is the same as a hero! ♪

Yuzuru: Hmm… You could simply make up for your loss at StarFes instead. By working at a deficit to put on a great display of hospitality as a way to entice people to attend, you can increase the profit production margin at the actual event.

It may appear as if you don’t think about these things in advance, I see that your methods do make quite a bit of sense. I’m impressed. Although, well, I suppose rather than calculated, it actually came naturally, perhaps?

Chiaki: Woah—!? You surprised me…! Ermm, you’re Fushimi from fine, right? I-I’ll have you know, this live show has been formally authorized…!

Yuzuru: Fufu, even if it were unauthorized, I do not have the authority to intervene as I am not a member of the student council.

That being said, even President-sama has given out silent approval for unauthorized matches.

More importantly, I had been told that Anzu-san would be here… Where could she be?

Chiaki: Mm? You’re looking for Anzu?

She’s been busying herself with all sorts of things—from making preparations for the Eve’s Eve Live to tailoring our outfits, even setting up a merchandise booth and working as a vendor, so…?

I assume she’s decorating the Christmas tree at the moment.

Yuzuru: Is that so? Goodness gracious, even though I had asked her to head into town hoping she would take a break for once…

I see she’s back hard at work before I even knew it.

If you turn your hobbies into a job, then you won’t have any refuge… However, well, it’s Anzu-san’s life; she can do as she pleases, I suppose.

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[keouil]

and spark our dark

"so," yuuta starts. "i’m guessing now is a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" 2k. yuuta/maki. fluff. also on ao3.

It starts with Gojo: because of course it does.

"Absolutely not," Maki tells him as much, head tilted up in defiance and jaw tight. She smoothes her fingers down the leather of her weapons pouch, feeling for the texture and grounding herself in its familiarity. "I'm sure the new kid can manage just fine."

"It's a curse school, Maki," Gojo reminds her, looking far too comfortable passing judgement from the comfort of his office, cushion-padded seats and AC on full blast. "And like I keep reminding you guys, even though he's technically a special grade, Yuuta still has a lot of things he doesn't know. Common sense stuff. He's already been late to class thrice this week because he keeps getting lost."

Maki waves him off. "Make Panda or Toge do it."

"First of all," Gojo starts. "Inumaki is useless as a tour guide. He'll just point at things and telepathize Yuuta to get it. He won’t." He shakes his head. "Second, Panda has no filter. He might just say something out of touch and scare Yuuta off for real—and that won't do. I don't need to remind you how rare special grades come by these days." 

"And I have to be the one to tour him around because..?"

Gojo blinks. "Feminine touch—" 

"No." 

"Okay."

Maki grits her teeth. "Fine," she conceded. "But if he ends up getting lost one more time, I'm not bailing him out from the Lady Fingersmith's Mirror again."

-

"And this is?"

"The garden."

"Where does this lead?"

"I don't know. The gym?"

"We have a gym?"

Maki sighs. "Yes," she relents. "Of course we have a gym. Motor skills training is part of the curriculum, you know."

"Ah," Yuuta replies sheepishly, bringing a hand on the back of his head. "That might have been brought up.."

Maki eyes him under the rim of her glasses, noting the bead of sweat clinging to his forehead and the still untailored uniform hanging on his frame. He should have had it adjusted by now. He's grown at least a few sizes more since being brought in, with all that advanced training and special lessons with Gojo. The sleeves clinging to his arms under the hot July weather were as suffocating to look at as it must've been for him to feel.

"Oi," Maki takes pity on him. "Have you been to the tailor's yet?"

-

Yaga had a working relationship with the local seamstress just by the hills of Mt. Takao.

All their uniforms were ordered in bulk and handmade by generations of the family who lived under the mountain, spanning years if not decades. Gojo told them the same obaa-san made the vortex button on his highschool uniform, proudly showing it off in class whenever he had the chance. Look how shiny it still looks! The teacher's uniform, Yaga's principal suit, and even the assistant's collars were all customised to the sorcerer.

"How does it look?"

Maki looks up from observing the Heian period designs to Yuuta stepping outside the changing room. There was a tinge of pink in his ears, and he can't quite meet her eye, but all good: Maki didn't need an audience to look over him. His uniform—now a cream white—hung more purposefully around his frame. Maki was right, he really had filled out significantly over the 3 months; his arms now looked stronger, more capable; his chest looking more snug to fill in the wide expanse of the cream tunic. He even looked taller, somehow. But the hazel in his eyes remained the same.

Right then, Maki thought, Now that's a special grade.

The compliment is at the tip of her tongue. 

"You look—"

Then they heard it.

-

"So," Yuuta starts. "I'm guessing now is a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"

They were stuck in the supply closet. An honest to god supply closet. One moment they were in the changing room, Maki trying to make heads of Yuuta's newfound physique and somewhat internal confidence, when they suddenly heard the loud bang of something. It took even less time to act on impulse: Yuuta reaching for her the same time she grabbed hold of his katana and her sword, shoving them both into her hands and ready to boot out of there, only Yuuta forced them both into the nearest door he could find before she could say anything.

The goddamn supply closet. 

That locked itself from the outside. 

Maki blanches. "Tell me you're joking."

"I wish I was," Yuuta was growing paler by the minute, hands braced against her head and the wall shaking from the effort not to crush into her despite the small space. His eyes stubbornly going a mile a minute in every direction except her face. "I really, really  wish I was."

"Then why did you push us into the closet!" Maki hisses. The weapons were digging uncomfortably behind her, and she fought the urge to reach over and right her posture without accosting Yuuta somehow. 

"Of all the million things your special grade brain came up with,” she seethes. “It's locking us inside the closet that won."

"I panicked! Okay?" Yuuta gestures wildly, fingers itching to run a hand through his hair. Up close it looked more dishevelled than usual. The bangs fell under his eyes framing his face just so. "I've been human all my life. It didn't occur to me to just. You know."

Maki doesn't think of a response that won't offend him, so just shuts her mouth instead. Only she manages to be silent for about three seconds before: "Can't you just punch the wall or something?"

Yuuta glances briefly at her. "Um," he starts. "What?"

Maki crosses her arms over her chest, uncaring that she's taking up more of what little shared space was in the closet. "Aren't you supposed to be like super strong?"

"No," Yuuta says, unsurely.

"Didn't you launch a car into the air last year or something?"

"That was—" Yuuta starts, momentarily preoccupied with his need for transparency and lets his eyes flicker over to her. "It wasn’t like that. I didn't mean for it to happen then. It just—I don't know—did."

Maki raises an eyebrow, unaffected. "So make it happen again." 

"Maki-san," Yuuta begins, desperation in his tone. He was actually looking at her now, and that’s how she knows he’s serious. "I can't just summon cursed energy like that again so easily. I still don't know how to control it like Gojo-sensei and make it stable." He explains, breaking eye contact just as soon as he held it. "I might—I might hurt someone."

"Do you mean me?" Maki challenges, inching just a breath closer. She can feel Yuuta's arms around them trembling with the effort to stay still and force as much distance between them. He refused to even so much as share her air. "Try it, then. I'm strong."

"I know you are," replies Yuuta easily, still stubbornly looking up like the magic key outside this hellhole was found in the vents. "I'm just not sure I am."

"Not sure of what?"

"How strong I need to be," this Yuuta says, finally, looking down at her. She saw midnight in his eyes and felt suspended for a moment, just a moment, because: "If I hurt that someone."

[unknown-lab]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

Pairing: fem!reader x Okkotsu Yuuta

angst to fluff

A/N: This may not be the best, if you spot any grammar errors, pls inform me about it. Thank you for your support!

*Knock* *knock*

"Come in"

“Yuta? How are you feeling?"

“I'm feeling much better now, thanks”

He gives you a warm smile that almost melted your heart. You hand him a glass of warm water that you prepared earlier.

"There, drink it."

He takes the glass of warm water from your hand. Before he drinks it, he stares at the water and asked:

"What happened last night?"

Your eyes widen in shock, not because of him not remembering anything. You were afraid that he will remember what happened.

"Hmm, to simplify it... You and the gang had fun, drunken, I brought u home, and u slept" :)

You said it at a fast speed, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Is that so?"

"Of course my dear"

"But I had an uneasy feeling ever since I woke up, which is 4am"

He turns his gaze towards you, staring deep into your eyes as if he's trying to see through something from you.

"Maybe it's because you were too drunk yesterday"

You replied in a steady tone and smiled at him. Of course, that smile was forced, and you're actually panicking inside.

A frown emerges on his face, pushing both of his eyebrows together.

"You were sleeping on the couch. I went for a closer look, there were dry tears on your face."

What? He never woke up this early before.

"Oh, that? I was watching a sad movie before going to sleep haha" You let out a dry laugh and turn around, ready to flee.

Yuta shut his eyes and sighed, 'Maybe she'll tell me when she's in a good mood.' He then stands up and walks toward the bathroom to clean.

You open the refrigerator, take an egg, cabbage, and tomato. You open the fire and start to cook. Making a sandwich isn't a big deal to you anymore, since you do that every day for yourself and Yuta. Hence, the procedure had already stuck into your subconscious mind.

'I should probably distract myself from what happened' You thought to yourself. Using your free hand, you take your phone out of your pocket and start texting the 'Formation C' group.

ㅤ

Y/N: Ohayou minna~

Maki: Ohayou

Toge: 🌤🌞

Panda: Panda is not a panda 🐼

Y/N: This is why I respect Maki more :|

Panda: Panda is not human, Panda cannot understand human language

Toge: It's alright if you don't respect Panda, but I'm absolutely a normal human being.

Y/N: Anyway, do you guys have some time? Like, now.

Maki: I'm having a training session with Megumi right now, sorry.

Panda: Is it an emergency? Or else, I would love to continue my beauty sleep.

Y/N: Hmm... it's not an emergency, I guess. How about Toge?

Toge: I do have some time, but I just woke up and haven't had my breakfast.

Y/N: Same here! Wanna go grab something together and discuss about the problem I'm facing right now?

Toge: Alright, where do you want to meet?

Y/N: Maybe at the famous coffee shop near our school? I heard they launched some new dishes.

Toge: See you there!

ㅤ

You keep your phone back into your pocket, then turn your focus onto the frying pan. You put the fried egg, cabbage, tomato together in between 2 pieces of bread.

“Yuta! Breakfast is ready!”

Yuta walks out of your shared bedroom, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black-colored sweatpants. How could someone be this hot His eyes look at you, then scan the table.

“You're not gonna eat?”

“I have to meet Toge in 10 minutes”

A lot of things pile up in Yuta's head, but as a calm person, he does not show any expression towards your statement.

“What for?”

“Something work-related.” You lied, looking at him with a light smile and walk towards the front door.

“Why not we do it together?” He said, looking down, taking one bite of the sandwich.

“Gojo sensei put both Toge and I in the same group” You took the keys, ready to open the door.

Gojo sensei? What the hell was that blindfold man thinking?

“When will you be back?”

That question startled you. You've never thought he would ask this question in any way. 'Work-related = exorcising curses. That might take some time, even though we won't be actually doing it.'

“Hmm... I'm not quite sure. Around 12 maybe? Which is 3 hours later.”

'3 hours... 3 hours... Yea sounds reasonable'

“Alright, stay safe.”

You turned around, smiling genuinely.

“Thank you”

You open the door and step out, without noticing a pair of disappointing eyes staring at your figure.

'She did not hug me today. No, wait, she will. She hasn't closed the door yet.'

After wearing your shoes, you closed the door.

Yuta bites down the sandwich harshly. Didn't care about the pain he received when his upper and lower teeth met together.

'What is wrong with her today? She didn't even say goodbye or hug me. She usually does that when she goes out, no matter how far she will be going.'

He instantly remembers the incident from just now. He walked around the living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, every corner of the house looking for clues. But still couldn't find anything.

“Damn it, think Yuta! Think! Think what the hell happened yesterday!”

He yelled, squeezing his head with his hands.

ㅤ

You parked your car in front of your favorite coffee shop. You were about to open the door when there was a white-colored hair boy standing by the door, glaring at you from outside your car window. Looking at his face, you laughed, very hard. He was so confused. He titled his head to the left and opened your door.

ㅤ

"Shake?"

"Ahahahaaha you were so cute Toge! Your angry face doesn't look angry at all!"

"O-Okaka!"

"Hai hai, let's get inside, shall we? I'm very hungry right now."

He nods. "Shake"

ㅤ

You stepped out of your car, Toge closed the door on your behalf. Then, the both of you walked inside together, chose a side table and settled down.

ㅤ

"Good morning, Mr and Mrs. Here's our menu."

The waitress handed you and Toge their menu. You noticed Toge's ears turned red after hearing what the waitress addressed the both of you.

ㅤ

"I'll have a toast bread and a cup of hot coffee."

"Alright, how about you Mister?"

"Tuna tuna"

"He would like to have a tuna sandwich and a hot green tea."

"Gotcha~ Your meal will come in a short while."

ㅤ

The waitress turned around and walked away, leaving you and Toge alone. You looked at him, but instead he is looking outside the window. His ears are still red, too embarrassed to look at you.

ㅤ

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed by that?"

You teased him with a smirk on your face. You lean towards him, close to his ear, and whispered:

"Your face is sooo red"

Boom, now his head is a burning volcano. Like Jogo's. Of course you were lying to him, you could only see his ears, not his face. He's so much fun to tease ahahaha.

ㅤ

"Alright, back to business. Do you still remember why did I call you here?"

"Shake" He now had calmed down, facing you.

"Something happened last night."

Part 1 End

Check out Part 2 <3

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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Safety

starring: husband!yuuta x wife!reader

synopsis: Yūta knows how to properly take care of you, and he plans to show you each way he wants to do that. | context: "Relief" (click here)

warnings/contents: NSFW, smut, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), established relationship, praising, penetration, protected sex, nipple playing, grammar mistakes, Yūta and reader are +18, MINORS DNI

A/N: so I guess this is my debut writing smut, it's my first one so I tried to write it with so much care — and I'm still kind of insecure about it lol. Yet I liked the outcome and enjoyed the process. If I missed any tags, please, WARN ME!

Also, an ENORMOUS thanks to @noritoshiikamo who endured me having multiples mental breakdowns during writing this, thanks for always believing in me, bubs! I really hope you guys enjoy this piece (and don't forget to read Relief beforehand okay, please)

tagging: @iwaizumini

"My wife, my love..." He's going down on your body, hands on your waist. "Don't look at me like  that..." He kisses the tip of your belly, your thights next — never breaking his gaze through yours. "Let me make you feel good..."

He places his nose on your inner thight and you swear something throbs inside you, you feel something growing on your stomach. Something that makes you needy, hungry for him.

His breath sending shivers down your spine as his hands caresses through your legs, his touch making your skin burn. 

You left out a muffled moan as he open your legs for him, lifting one up as he pants a kiss on your kneecap. From that place, he starts again teasing you, his hot lips on every inch of your bare skin, each touch making your stomach twisted with goosebumps.

And he goes all the way your tight, leaving sweet kisses that resonate with your core. In such a slow pace that make you feel at the same time bliss and eagerness.

"Yuu" You squirm behind him, his face in between your legs, facing your clothed cunt. His breath ticklish on your covered skin and you can help but grunt in anticipation. "Please" you place your hands on his locks.

"What, my love?" He chuckles and you feel its vibration on your core, and he hasn't even started. Yet. "Tell me, my wife, what do you need?"

He's face-to-face to your covered cunt, but you shake inside, you just need him, and, even after all those years married to him, you still blush when you say hoarsely in desire. "I want you, Yuuta, I want you." You catch your breath. "I need you."

"I am already yours, my wife." He drowns his face on you and his nose is right on your clit as well as his mouth is just right above your cunt. "Or haven't I showed it everytime we are together like this?" He coos on you and your hips moves unconsciously on his face, your body claiming for more contact, more pressure. For him. "Slow down, my love," He can smell how turned on you are, how eager you are for him and only him. "We've not even started yet." That hunger in your eyes, that need, they make him hard and full of desire, lust and love. He wants to feel your warmth all around his length. And he will.

But first...

He takes off your leg from his shoulders, and he moves away from the place you needed him the most right now, you almost cried and by the look on your face he recognizes that. "Don't be sad, my wife." His cocky smile makes you gulp, and you can see what he plans to do with you. "Fear not, today..." His head are back in between your legs, his hands pull down your pajamas shorts and toss them aside. He's looking right at your soft panties and, by the wet mark on it, he can say you're hungry for him. One hand on your hip bone and the other spreading or legs for him as he coos. "Today, I'll feast with you. Today, I'll make you remember you're mine." And when you almost crab his locks again, his cold tongue is stimulating your clothed pussy and you swallow a pinched scream. The frail tissue drowning in your arousal and his drool. It's not enough, it's not enough.

And you back arches trying to say to him you need more, more and more, but his grip on your waist doesn't allow you to move. "Yuu" You moan as your hands go to the edges of your panties in attempt to take them off.

"No, no, my love." He goes off from you and you complain again. "You're not taking them off until I say so, okay?"

You nod silent and he grimaces at you. "Good girl." He praises and you spread more your legs to him. His pupils darkening when he sees your panties and legs drowning wet for him. It was an invitation. An invitation he would never refuse.

"y/n..." he groans as he lean back on you, his hips connected with yours and you can feel his hard cock pressing your core — you moan back at the contact, trying to rub yourself on him — his calloused hands under your shirt as he lifts it up exposing your bare skin, your chest. His delicatesse while helping you take it off makes your heart softens in love — even though you can feel the growing knot on you belly aching for him in pleasure.

Now your chest is free from clothing, he can take a good look at your beautiful breast. His eyes hovering at the mounds like it's a place he can sink and drown. He leans his head right in the middle of them, his cold tongue sending shivers down your spine as he slicks your skin from the bottom of your boobs to, almost, your neck. He's playing with you, of course he would do that.

"What..." He stares at your hardening nipples in a devilish way, his mouth ghosting over your right one, his breath ticklish and you almost beg for him to put his damn mouth there. "Should I do, my wife?" The air cold on your skin, his right hand on your waist and his left one is caressing your sides up and down, but never touching your left breast. "Tell me..." He stops his left hand right on your breast side, and you feel growing expectancy in you for him to touch it already. "My love."

And you can't help but to move your hands to hid hair once more and down his mouth on you. He grins on your chest and you feel it reverberating throught your skin. But, before you can say anything at all, his tongue works on you.

It's cold, but the stimulation is so good — your husband is so good — that your mind goes blank. He's sucking your nipple, hes drowning his face on you as he squeezes softly your left mound — making you moan even louder. His hard cock twists as he looks at your pleased expression. "So good, my love, you like that?" He frees your nipple with a lustful "pop'" echoing from his mouth. His words electrifying your body as you try to close your legs in reflex, but you can't — he's above you, hid body all over you. "Naughty, naughty, my dear y/n" he nods his head and he catches your left nipple in between his middle and index fingers.

You whimper with his movements. "Yuu..." you groan in pleasure, your head back as you arch your body to him. He gives it soft squeezes, sometimes pulling it and twisting your nipple — each way making you moan for him. "Oh, my wife, I love it when you make that beautiful sounds" he says when he plays with your right nipple in between his teeth. "Just for me."

"Yuuta" You pant, trying to catch your breath and your hands fleeting thought all his body — his arms, his back, his face. "I need more, I need more of you, Yuuta." You cried in pleasure, and your needy voice made Yuuta wish he could feel you clenching around him, all his cock being inside your warm cunt. But he always thought of you first.

He kisses you deeply, provoking you with little bites on your bottom lip. His tongue messing with you as you just wanted it to be on another place of your body. He looks lustful, beautiful. And you always feel desirable and hot when you're with him. Your husband.

"If it's my wife's desire" He says while taking your panties off, exposing yourself to him. "I shall fulfill it with my entire being." Again, he's face-to-face to your exposed cunt, he can sees your throbbing clit and smell your arousal. You're all opened to him, moaning in anticipation. "So wet, my wife..." he whispers sending shivers throught your body — he did not miss the way your core reacted — and causing your muscles to tremble. "Just for me?" He inserts one finger easily inside you. The burning stretch turning into pleasure. You're drowning in arousal for him, all the things he's done and said until now turning you on and on and on.

"Just for you, Yuu, only you, only you" You moan as he starts sucking your clit and his digit is in and out your body. You can hear the sound your pussy makes as he moves his tongue on you and inserts another digit. More stretch. You're all open for him. It's lustful. Yet, you don't care. His fingers hitting the right spots on you, your husband knows how to please you well.

"Look how you take my fingers so well..." He slicks your clit and you whimper as you walls tighten around his fingers. Sloppy sounds of you wet cunt receiving his digits. "My wife, you're going to take my cock like this? Let me inside you and make you feel good? Make you scream my name?"

"Yes, yes, yes," You almost scream as he goes back stimulating your clit, his finger's pace fast inside-out from you. And you feel your high coming closer and closer, you're almost there. "Yuuta, I'mI'm-I'm com-ming!" You messed with his hair, your fingers scratching them and pushing them to you, and the pleasure he's bringing to you.

"Come, my wife, come for me, cum all over my mouth." He praises you and he's all over your core when you hit your orgasm. He's taking your juices like a thirsty man, and he's helping you out riding you throught your high. His fingers slowing their pace as your legs tremble around him in attempt to close them. He keeps his slowly pace leaving soft kisses on your clit and you almost cry with the stimulation. When he stops, his face all dripping with his saliva and your juices. "You did good, my wife."

What a sinful sight for you, he's between your legs, all cocky smiles at you after giving you your first orgasm of the nigh, his eyes burning with desire. "And you know how to make me feel good, my husband." You tease him and you can see how hard his cock is behind his clothes when he moves away from you. And you can't help but smile, even in your hazy state. "Now, take this clothes off. I want to see you."

"My wife, so demanding" He laughs, but it's a throaty laugh and it set fire throught your body as hes exposing his bare chest. You know your husband is hot, his toned muscles from his tought training. Yet, everytime he's a breathtaking sight. "Like what you see?" He teases you and with a mischievous smile — that one he knows that messes with you — he takes off his pants and boxes, exposing all himself to you.

"Oh, I love it" You moan and you can feel your needy growing high again. You need to feel his cock pulling in and out from you. You need to feel full of him. You're almost drooling at the sight of him, he's big, thick.

"My wife," He groans as he jerks himself, the tip of his cock full of pre-cum. "If you had the sight I'm having now..."

You moan back and he catches one condom on the desk right by your bed's side. Its metallic cover thrown somewhere and he's above you again. Both of you panting, skin covered in sweat.

He places the head of his cock on your entrance and his forehead touch yours. His hands are on the sides of your head, preventing his body to fall onto yours and hurt you. "Take me well like you did to my fingers, uh?" He whispers and kisses your face. "That pretty pussy of yours can take me, uh? Your pretty cunt will make me feel good too, my wife?"

You nod unstopable as you moan in agreement. Oh, how you like when Yuuta speaks like this. Is so hot, so sexy. His warm breath on your skin, his body all over yours and he kisses you passioanetly. Your tongues fighting over control, he's burning with you. And you're burning too.

"Yuu" You whimper his name as you feel his cock strecthing your walls. Your legs opening more and more to easy his acess, even though your muscles ache with the slightly burning in between them.

"S'good, my wife, s'good" he calls your name like a prayer and you're his goddess, his bless and sin at the same time. You both moan as he's all inside you. Your walls clenching around him and all his veins craving them, his throbbing cock resonates with your walls when you're both struggling to breath. "After all those years, you're still so tight on me"

His forehead is on yours, his chest and yours touching each time you gasp for air. "Not that I'm conplaining" he smirks and leans to give you a passionate kiss — muffling a moan from his mouth as you tighten around him. Slowly he starts to move, and you lose yourself. He always hits the right spots on you.

You're moaning his name as you arch you back trying to get even more contact with him. And he reaches your deepest spots. His name echoing louder and louder from your mouth makes he pounds hard inside you. Your exposed neck now all craved by his tongue and lips. He's leaving marks all over your skin, sucking and biting.

But he's not the only one marking your body. You're painting him too. Hands travel all over his back, his arms. Nails tugging deep inside his skin and muscles. Hes marked by you each hard thrust he gives you.

"Fuck" He moans as his pace fastens. That feeling on your belly growing insane as you moan his name mindlessly. "Yuuta, yuuta, yuuta..." his hands catch your wrists and now you're more than exposed to him. Arms and hands above your head, one of his big hands holding them in place pressing you onto your mattress and pillows. You feel your boobs bouncying on your chest, and Yuuta's lustful eyes and mouth don't miss that chance to kiss and suck each one of them. Oh, you're close, you're so close...

"Yu-yuuta, gonna cum, go-gonna cum" You crying underneath him, and with his free hand he stimulates your clit. His grip on your wrists tight and sinful. You almost scream as the knot on belly gets tighter and tighter and, with a hard thrust of him, hitting the right spots, you scream when you come undone. Your orgasm making you see galaxies through your eyes, clenching on him as he picks up his pace and rides you through your high. He wants to cum too.

"So tight, so tight" He pounds hard on you, even faster than before. Praises slipping from his mouth like honey. Each word making your cunt holds him and helping he reach his own orgasm. "This cunt of your takes me so well, my wife, so hot around me-" He presses you hard on your mattress before giving you more thrusts and places his head on the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin when he finds relief inside you. "You're so good to me, s'good" He moans as he releases your wrists from above your head.

Your hands lean on his body softly caring him, his locks, his cheeks. He's still inside you, hot and warm. "I love you, I love you" you cool on the shell of his ear, shivers running down his spine. His hazy eyes on you when he withdrew from you, removing that used condom throwing it somewhere.

"my wife" he whispers when he kissed you sloppy. "I love you too." lazy smile upon his tender expression. "And I missed you a lot" he wraps you by your waist, caging you on a fondly cuddle. Your legs intertwined all over your messy mattress, sweat bodies and heavy breaths all over your bedroom.

"I missed you too" you cooed as your own embrace tighten around him, face buried on the crook of his neck as you feel sleep calling for you again. "I'm glad you're home."

His fingers curls around your locks gently. And you feel like you're on a dream. "Let's spend the whole day like this, what do you think?"

He chuckles and, when he kisses your forehead, you read all his unsaid promises on his burning eyes. "I'd love to, my wife"

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[yuuhta]

THE JJK BOYS' (STUDENTS) REACTION WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR TEACHER GOJOU SATORU

(feat. itadori yuuji, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro megumi, and inumaki toge)

ITADORI YUUJI

"yuuji, i actually have a crush on gojou sensei. he's so pretty, and he's strong too."

there's a pause.... he'll just look at u for a few seconds, trying to process what u just said

and then

HE WOULD GASP

"WHAT?!"

he's very shocked bcs you said that out of nowhere

AND he totally had no clue about it, he didn't even consider that possibility tbh

"well, i guess it shouldn't be a surprise because gojou sensei is very powerful and has really cool blue eyes..." he mumbled, staring at the floor with his eyebrows knitted together, which usually means he's racking his brains.

after a few seconds, he then looks up at you with an enthusiastic smile on his face

"what do you think about nanamin, then? he's awesome, too!"

you can only laugh

....... you were nervous for a second bcs u thought u made him sad

but the thing is, obviously, yuuji just genuinely agrees with u that gojou is cool

ah precious boi 😭😭

"i'm just joking though!" you told him

he then messed your hair up in response

and then you both laugh abt the fact that he actually believed you

"but really, why did you choose to say gojou sensei and not nanamin?"

"no particular reason. i was just joking!" you playfully said as you jabbed his abs. "not gojou sensei. not nanamin. only itadori yuuji."

yuuji then pulled you in for a real tight bear hug

AAAAA pls he liked what u said so much so he was literally shaking you as he embraced u hard <3

OKKOTSU YUUTA

"gojou sensei is so cool. he's so handsome and takes care of me very well, i think i have a crush on him."

OK YUUTA WOULD FEEL HIS HEART SKIP

but definitely not in a good way

because WHAT?!!

he had the feeling that you're joking but the thought that you'll replace him with your teacher definitely crossed his mind

AND you notice his tiny panic!!

you really want to wrap your arms around him now but you wait for what he has to say AHHHHH omg poor yuuTAAAAA

"i agree. gojou sensei really is cool. it's reasonable that you have a crush on him." he sincerely says with a smile on his face.

"...but i don't really want to share you with him." he mumbled, getting all shy and embarrassed.

you just stood there with your mouth agape.

now u're all flustered and suddenly u can feel butterflies in ur stomach..... BCS WHAT DID HE JUST SAY

"i'm just joking!" you said as you reached out to hold his hand. "but honestly, i think you're cooler, yuuta."

OF COURSE YOU THINK YUUTA IS COOLER!!!!

"yuuta, you're so strong too." you smiled, rubbing his palm with your thumb. "you're very cute, and you take care of me really really well."

yuuta would blush HARD!!! very flustered with what you said.

also, he never really thought about getting compared to someone like gojou satoru!!!!!

you pulled him in for a tight hug, nuzzling your face into his chest. yuuta hugs you back, his nose on your hair, inhaling your scent.

ok best feeling mffgghgfhh

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

"megumi, i think gojou sensei is so strong, hot and handsome. i guess you can say i kind of have a crush on him."

so unlike yuuji, megumi is not really surprised

he is very observant when it comes to the ppl he treasures...

especially when it comes to you

the way your stare would linger on the teacher every time he's done talking to you all, OR when gojou isn't even speaking but you'd still look at him... megumi definitely sees that!!

but still he will look at you weirdly once you proclaimed it out loud...

"i already had the feeling that you do..." he judgingly grumbles, a sour expression painted on his face

but don't worry he's not seriously judging u!!!

he's just making that face to jokingly express that he's disappointed in your taste

"i can't believe you like me AND gojou sensei." he adds, "your preference in men... is of a wide range, then."

you laughed, "i'm just kidding! but the hot and handsome part is definitely true, not gonna lie."

his bottom left eyelid twitches, you laugh again. "but i only like one guy and his name is fushiguro megumi, the one with the sea urchin hair?"

he will then squint at you with his face flushed as he ruffles your hair <3

"sea urchin hair?" he said, pinching your cheek

INUMAKI TOGE

"toge, gojou sensei is so handsome, sexy and strong. i think i have a crush on him."

ok he can feel that you're joking !!!!

but still, he can only blink twice in response, dumbfounded with what you said

"???????????" he typed on his phone, his eyebrows slightly knitting together to form a small frown

the corners of your lips accidentally curl up, finding his reaction very amusing

"did i hear you right?" he asks, despite knowing that he definitely heard you correctly.

he just wanted to check if he was maybe imagining things...

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding!" you nudge him slightly with your elbow

you couldn't help but giggle and tell the truth, bcs his expression was just so cutely flabbergasted

"y/n, some jokes are half meant." he chuckles, messing your hair up.

now he was smiling and joking around too.

you laughed and grabbed his phone from him. "well it's true that gojou sensei is handsome, sexy and strong but you're my one and only crush <3"

you returned his phone, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, his face heating up as he read what you had typed

😭😭😭😭 toge got so flustered bcs why r u so smooth like that hhhhh

toge will then intertwine his fingers with yours, pulling you close to him as you both head to a restaurant to get something to eat <3

[tempenensis]

Jujutsu Kaisen Light Novel #2

Firstly, @bonsai62​ provides me with raw text of this - so thank you very much! This is the first eight pages of the first chapter from the second light novel. That being said, I don’t know how much I get this translation right, but enjoy anyway. Though this is cut at bad point lol

The title of the light novel is Thorny Road at Dawn. Text in bold means that it is spoken in English. 

Chapter 1: Nobara and Toge

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“About Toge?”

August has begun.

Under the overlapping form of trees in the schoolyard, Panda asks back to Kugisaki who he has been holding on his arm and turning over 180 degree.

For the upcoming exchange event, Fushiguro is also working hard to train as participating first year.

He is in the middle of training with assumption that one-vs-one sorcerer combat can break especially during the fight.

Even though she is training, Kugisaki is now thrown towards Panda – repeatedly thrown towards him in a stage. But because it seems that her motivation is high, she’s become into it, as long as in the end she can be successful facing Todo and Mai even just a little bit.

“Yes. I understand Maki-san is worth of my respect. I also know that Panda-senpai is sorcerer with ability.”

“I also want you to say the same thing about me like Maki.”

Kugisaki answers as she stands up and brushes away leaves attached to her jersey.

“I respect you. I’m not saying bullshit about Panda-san.” (1)

“Well, if you become able to chat while being blown away, I’ll praise you.”

“My body can easily remember just blown like this.”

“Hooon. Then”

Panda looks around, confirming that Toge who went to pharmacy has not come back.

“What about Toge?”

“What kind of senpai is he?”

“Eh, you don’t know from talking to him?”

“Not that I don’t understand. Well, I know he is not a bad person, but if all his vocabularies are riceball fillings, talking with him will be limited, right?”

“We already get too used to it, right Maki?”

“Aah. Now that you say it, it naturally becomes question.”

Maki is spinning around a staff, sending a sympathetic look to Fushiguro after she lightly avoids Fushiguro’s attack and land a small hit on his head.

“It hurts…”

“You are thinking too much again with your head.”

Maki joins the conversation as she glances at groaning Fushiguro. Out of breath but clean of dust, she circles around Panda calmly.

“Among us maybe he is the best at taking care.”

“Yeah, he has a bright personality (2). If you exclude Yuuta, then he is the number one good person in our year.”

“His flaw is that he can get carried away a little.” (3)

“Is he?”

“You are the one who always get carried away when we are together, that’s why you don’t know.”

“That’s unexpected. We are not like that though. We like to join in the fun.”

Kugisaki’s body fitness is finally reaching that point where she can chat while doing her training. Even then, the second years who are lightly talking among them without difficulty remembers existence of Kugisaki of August (4) in the nearby stage.

Just a bit when Panda’s attention is at Maki as they converse, Kugisaki tries to do a feint from the side and mixes it with an upper but—

“Anyway.”

“Geh.”

Panda sways easily, then he hesitates a little before swipe Kugisaki’s feet in sobat-like (5) kick.

Kugisaki, whose pivot foot collapses, falls down rolling. Her body becomes totally irresponsive. In several weeks here, it’s a movement that she kept thought she could do.

That said she becomes irresponsive and she can’t win the match.

As he looks down at Kugisaki who makes a discouraged face, Panda opens his mouth.

“Toge is a good guy. That alone you should know.”

“….I see.”

More than that, her body has become irresponsive and her back is hurting.

The frequency of her falling down sloppily has not reduced, also buying a replacement jersey have also becomes necessary -- Kugisaki at summer time thinks with melancholy.

.---.

The story continues when it has turn to fall.

After the incident of Yasohachi has passed, there’s a brief spare time.

At that day, Kugisaki is alone in Shibuya.

Fushiguro is locking himself up and reading in his room as he is still exhausted after he overexerted himself.

Itadori has gone out to watch a maniac movie in a cinema currently doing a whole-building screening.

Maki is currently on a mission different from Yasohachi bridge, so she can’t meet her conveniently in a while. Kugisaki who completely doesn’t have a plan, aims to go shopping to make-up and clothes shops which are hard to go with boys, then buy daily necessities.

“Winter clothes set, winter shoes, inner and foundation and…”

Grasping paper bags in both hands, she lifts them up as she confirms her haul today.

She doesn’t think she bought too much, but she has walked more than she had planned. Maybe wearing the pin heel boots she bought the other day is a bit mistake.

But it is a rare chance that she gets to go out and shop alone. There’s a lot she still needs to buy.

Kugisaki is thinking to go looking for bags next as she walks in traffic jam.

When she had just arrived in Tokyo, it all seemed to be glittering scenery. After around three months has passed, she gets used to it a lot, used to hearing noisy sounds.

That being said, it is a backside of being busy and lively. It’s a thing that’s called taste of convenience.

“And that, it is really a masterpiece.”

“Doesn’t it make you angry?”

“Hey, hey. Girl, are you alone? Are you free?”

“I’m in a hurry.”

“Salmon.”

“We’re opening a new shop! Please take care of us.”

“Are you not going to eat?”

“How much are you going to eat?!”

“It’s damned boring, how about we skip work today?”

“Mama, buy me that!”

A lot of voices. It’s an intersection where a lot of life collides.

There are daily life as many as the number of people, there are worlds as many as the number of people. In the city where many wills and voices flying around, of course there will be a lot of people who is feeling gloomy – but not Kugisaki.

For her who has a firm sense of self, she understands that everyone has their own way of living in the hustle bustle of the city, it even feels like a kindness.

Now that she thinks about it, the village where she comes from was suffocating.

An exclusivity that imitate the people who had come before (6). An ecosystem long existed that doesn’t recognize individuality of a person. A closed world that gently rot — exists there in that village, Kugisaki thinks.

Compared to the crowd of the city, it is tough yet she can live with freedom.

In the city, someone says that the concern towards other people is weak. Kugisaki laughs, thinking that is wonderful. She has her own way and won’t blame anyone over it. She will stand and walk with her own foot.

However, mixing in the city crowd during the holiday, a mysterious chance can happen.

“Hm?”

Kugisaki who walks towards the direction of Shibuya Hikarie (7) in the lane across the street, makes a face of remembering something as she found him. It is the only one of her acquittances who hides lower half of mouth with closed overly long collar.

It’s Inumaki Toge.

There is also another one. A male foreign tourist with thoughtful blue eyes who can’t be someone familiar. Kugisaki becomes interested on the exchange between the foreigner and Inumaki.

“What are they talking about?”

Kugisaki changes her destination, then crosses the road when the traffic lamp changes at the right timing, and strolls towards Inumaki. When she is near them, she overhears their talk.

“I’d like to go to SHIBUYA109.” (8)

“Salmon salmon.”

“Could you tell me where I can get a taxi?”

“Salmon roe.”

“Ah… Which way should we go?”

“Seaweed.”

“Ah…I, want to go. 109 (9). Please. Ok?”

“Salmon.”

“Shake?” (10)

“….Salmon?” (11)

“….Salmon!? Why?”

“Okaka…..” (12)

“Ee…?”

For some reason, in Kugisaki’s guess ten times over, it has become a troublesome situation.

She knows that Inumaki, who is a cursed speech user, only speaks in onigiri fillings to avoid sudden outburst of curse. How come that he is asked by foreigner tourist for direction.

No, Inumaki can use Inumaki’s way of showing the way – he points his finger and gestures using his body and hands. With that, she wonders if the foreigner becomes impatient (13) as Kugisaki decides to get in between the two of them.

“What are you doing, senpai?”

“Tunamayo.”

“It can’t be ‘tunamayo’. Jeez.”

“Oh! Geisha girl!”

“Who the heck is geisha girl?!”

.

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--- tbc (hopefully can do more)

(1) More literally, she is saying things about Panda that “doesn’t smell like fairy tale” (2) “His root is bright” is the literal translation (3) 悪ノリ (akunori) is a bit hard to be translated. It’s like, getting carried away in mischievous manner. (4) Overheated Kugisaki lol (5) Sobat : back kick in wrestling (6) literally “To follow the right” (7) A skyscraper in Shibuya (8) A department store in Shibuya (9) Spoken in broken Japanese lol. (10) Shake = salmon. He repeats what Toge said to him. In Inumaki’s language means “yes” (11) Salmon, as in engrish lol (12) Okaka = chopped katsuobushi, in Inumaki’s language means “no” (13) literally, “becomes hot”

[myucornerorg]

I was tagged by @landofanimes!

RULES: go here, list 15 BANDAI sera myu characters (senshi are fine but name the actor too), randomize and answer! Then tag two other people from the fandom.

1. Your Parent: Jaguar Mask (Kenji Tominaga)

Ok...pretty weird parent, but I did try to be creative with the myu characters I put on the list. Jaguar Mask is this wrestler character from the 10th Anniversary myu Ai no Sanctuary who the Senshi cheer for, but then he gets turned evil by Dark Nibiru (he gets better later). I guess it would be kinda cool to have a famous wrestler as a dad...

(By the way, I recently found out there's a manga from the late '60s/early '70s called Tiger Mask, which was made into an anime in the '70s and has been remade a bunch of times. Real-life Japanese pro wrestlers have taken on the Tiger Mask persona as well. I wonder if this influenced the creation of Jaguar Mask...).

2. Sibling: Loof Merrow (Ono Hikari)

Well, that'd be a pretty cool sibling actually. Though she also lived thousands of years ago so not sure how that works...

3. Grandparent: Centi (Endou Ado)

Ok not sure how she'd be my grandmother but ok... (Centi is one of the Grimmseijin from Mugen Gakuen BTW).

4. Haunts You: Prince Dimande (Ono Hikari)

Yep, sounds about right. I mean, Bandai Dimande wasn't quite as creepy as PE Dimande (though I can still picture Hikari rocking "Junpaku no Megami"), but Dimande is a creepy guy regardless.

5. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Chibiusa (Gunji Ayano)

Um...I don't date girls (I'm straight)...but for the purposes of this example let's pretend I do. Chibiusa is quite a bit younger than me (physically at least; obviously she's really 900+), so us dating would be kinda weird. Possibly even illegal if she's considered a child. (That's why I picked Gunji as an actress cause she's older than most Chibimoon actresses). Maybe we started with a mentor relationship and it became something more??

6. Ex: Kaolinite (Kawasaki Miki)

Again I don't date girls but we'll pretend. Man Kaolinite would be like the worst kind of ex. Maybe I dumped her when she started getting all evil, or maybe she cheated on me with Tomoe. Don't know. I'd imagine now that she wants to hex me big time. (Or just flat out steal my hostie and turn me into a vessel for a Daimon).

7. Best Friend: Tiger's Eye (Kasahara Ryuuji)

Um...WTH. Why would we be best friends? He's kinda creepy. (I feel like Ryuuji would be a cool friend though).

8. Proposed to you: Rei (Megumi Yoshida or maybe Kotani Misako)

That seems highly unlikely. Maybe she was drunk? Or maybe she secretly leans that way but didn't want to be with Minako anymore? The mind races...also since I just became reacquainted with Sailor Moon Abridged recently, I'm picturing the SMA Rei (a crazy, always angry, has-no-indoor-voice Satanist) in this for some weird reason.

9. Boss: Mamoru (Shirota Yuu or Kenji Urai)

That would be one cool hot boss...dang.

10. Random Person You Met at a Bar: Usagi (Ooyama Anza)

Of all the people I could meet at a bar LOL. I mean, Usagi did use her Disguise Pen that one time to get into an adult nightclub.

11. Rival: Space Knight (Mochizuki Yuuta)

So...my boss is Mamoru, but my rival is future Mamoru (since Space Knight is an alter ego of King Endymion's). Awkward. Also would be problematic as my sister Loof Merrow would be in love with him.

12. Gave you first kiss: Sailor Astarte (Hosoda Aya)

Well...this is getting, uh, interesting. My first kiss was with a senshi from the new moon, who's also secretly a goddess and a vessel for Dark Cain, an evil undead guy who's trying to end the world. My ex Kaolinite became a witch and part of the Death Busters. And my current girlfriend is a kid (and my boss AND rival's daughter to boot!). This is like a telenovela!

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13. Drunk and sing karaoke with: Miss Dream (Takeda Keiko)

Another villain...ok. I mean, she is picked on by the rest of the Dead Moon Circus, so she probably needs a friend.

14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Ami (Kawabe Chieco)

No joke...I had no idea what 7 minutes in heaven was and had to look it up. 😅 Anyway, I don't think Ami and I would make out or anything (though maybe since according to this list I'm a lesbian who's just getting around like nobody's business). Seriously though I think we'd probably sit and talk the whole time, like two reasonable, intelligent people. We'd have the deepest conversation one can have in 7 minutes, then exchange contact info so we can continue the conversation later.

15. Gave you your fave dessert: Minako (Ayumi Murata)

Can Minako even bake?? Still, I'd definitely appreciate the gesture.

**

Hmm...who should I tag?? I'll tag @kosmosinusa and @gracemyheart (hopefully you haven't already done it...if so sorry).

[yukippetodo]

Stars Align is a Deep Anime

All you Stars Align viewers, how much can you relate to the characters of this show?

The scale definitely varies from not much to totally, from Toma to Soga, Maki to Nao. It’s because the characters live in drastically different households.

Take Maki for example. Not everyone with divorced parents can relate to him since some parents are still in good relations, while others are like Maki’s dad. His dad basically just comes back for money. He hits Maki and ends up breaking his racket. The fact that he was able to come out and tell Toma was a hard thing to do.

In Nao’s case, he has an extreme helicopter parent. Mind that not all of them are that severe. Nao’s mom is pretty bad though, always telling him to meet her expectations and stop screwing around with his life. His mental state is slowly deteriorating, as seen when he locks Ani in the infirmary. 

Yuuta is non-binary, meaning he has no gender. He’s unsure of which gender to be, and is stressed about what gender to even choose to be. In the end of episode 8, it’s hinted that his mom is dead set on him being a guy. Not being able to accept that is kind of saying “I don’t like who you choose to be” which really makes Yuuta upset.

Soga’s dad doesn’t accept him as a soft tennis player and goes as far as striking him. When he fractures his wrist, his dad just stands there. Ladies and gentlemen, and my agender and nonbinary friends, he just stood there. He’s could be in shock, but he could also be feeling absolutely no remorse what so ever. It isn’t clear, so it’s kind of up to your own interpretation.

Ameno was physically scarred when his mom poured hot water on his back. I don’t know if the cause is clear, but that would hurt him for years to come. He changes after everyone after Maki joins the team because he isn’t comfortable with it.

Basically, the show stars a bunch of boys who suffer through verbal, mental, and physical abuse (not so much physical as mental, I guess), divorced parents, helicopter parents, being adopted, not knowing your gender identity, and just the feeling of not being good enough and not being able to satisfy your parents.

It’s an eye-opener to the one-track minded people, and it shows that people are there to support you, no matter what the situation. We may not agree with any viewpoint, but it helps us realize that not everyone is the same and so many different things could be going on. 

I love all 9 current episodes (3 more left), and it’s definitely a must watch.