#toji as much as you're a well written character that i love

[jujutsustraycats]

WHERE IS TŌJI FUSHIGURO WHEN YOU NEED HIM??

[yandere-daydreams]

How do you think divorcing any jjk man or genshin character would go? Like straight up just leaving them cold when you had the chance.

tw - non/con, controlling relationships, abusive themes.

hmmmm i've never actually written a divorce fic have i. anyway we're going jjk with this because i've thought long and hard and come up with neat and concise categories that encompass all of their freak needs.

some less controlling men, like gojo and nanami, might let you go through with it, less because they understand why you want to leave them and more because they don't fully believe you ever would. you're their soulmate, the love of their life, the light of their existence, and even if you're a little angry now, you'll come to your senses eventually. sure, they'll talk to your little attorney and go to your little court dates, but the moment you actually start to physically remove yourself from their vicinity, try to strip them of the parts of yourself that they've already taken ownership of, they'll put a stop to your temper tantrum with a few more locks on the front door and a long night or reminding you why you got married in the first place, followed immediately by burning those silly papers you brought home and sliding the ring that you tried to return back onto your finger, where it belongs. they'll let you have your fun, sure, but at the end of the day, they're your husband, and they'll remind you as many times as they have to until it sticks.

others, like geto and yuuta, never present divorce as an option. geto's a special case - if you got married legally, then there's a very, very good chance that he's got you locked away too tightly to so much as see a courthouse, let alone step inside of one long enough to file for something as time-consuming as divorce. if you ever get away from him, you should be fleeing the country, not hiring an attorny. you know better than to waste your time on something so petty.

as for yuuta, there's only a small chance you consented to marriage in the first place. it's much more likely that you simply woke up with a ring stitched surgically onto your finger and a strange man calling himself your husband in your bed, and 'divorce' just isn't a word in his vocabulary. he's going to be your husband until the day he dies, and no scrap of paper you might show him is going to change that.

and others still, like toji, are going to panic. you can't leave him. i mean, you can - it's not like he's around often enough to stop you - but you can't leave him. you can say that you're sick of him crashing on your couch, that you don't like how often he comes home covered in blood, that you concerned about the well-being of his kids, but that doesn't mean you have to start yelling about ""restraining orders"" and ""calling cps"". you two are good together, and he's sure you'll see that after he gives you a good reason to stay with him - namely, a broken leg and his cock shoved deep enough inside of you to push every other thought out of your mind. you're lucky he loves you so much. if you're lucky, he'll even recite his vows as he fucks the concept of divorce out of your head entirely <3

[megumishotgf]

more jjk + mha fic recs !! ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ

in my unemployed era so i have hours to scroll on this damn app... here are more fics that i loved!! featuring: megumi, satoru, nanami, toji, yuuji, yuuta, katsuki, izuku, shouto (whew there's a lot of them today. your girl has been READING) credits to all these talented writers!! pls check them out!! masterlist more fic recs pt. i pt. iii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

you and gumi bond over books (he reads a book you're interested in just so you have someone to discuss it with. bawling)

multiple-part enemies to lovers smau!! (this is SO FUNNY. i cried from laughter more than once)

more enemies to lovers (lengthier fic, so so good + smutty)

you give megumi valentines day chocolates (so so cute he just loves u so much)

secret relationship trope + poor yuuji walks in on you making out (poor baby is traumatised)

more secret relationship + getting caught (i love this one so much)

your silly tired bf just wants kisses

it's late, you're wandering in your ducky slippers and see megumi patching himself up

megumi falls in love with milf! reader (omfg... i love this sm. i've never considered being a cougar until now)

friends to lovers with megumi (high school a.u + gumi buys reader sanrio)

thinking about megumi's hands (i js know they are pretty. thinking of all the unspeakable things they can do)

comforting insecure megumi (my poor baby. a lil angst but dw there's a happy ending)

: ̗̀➛ kento nanami x reader

kento comes home early (so cute and precious. im crying i need him to be real so bad)

he gets hurt bad and you can't stop crying (angsty but also fluffy don't worry this doesn't end like shibuya)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

riding toji until he whimpers omfg (he gets embarrassed and teaches you a lesson ahhh)

your fiancee toji finally gets freed from prison (they finally freed my man anyway you suck him off while he drives omfg)

sex as payback for your noisy ass neighbours (im losing it)

really cute dating headcanons

more on toji being a simp for you (HES SOOO)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

"my girl is mad at me i hope i die" that's it

y/n + satoru being stupidly in love (now this one has a kick to it.i'm crying)

satoru is obsessed with you but you're oblivious (pining satoru)

boyfriend texts w/ satoru

fucking satoru in the prison realm (AHHHH)

satoru begs to fuck you at some high profile event (u js look so cunty in that outfit and it drives him crazy)

car sex with satoru AHHH

satoru lets u try on his blindfold (hes such so :( so so adorable)

you get hurt and satoru is worried (wow this is so well written. happy ending + gojo centric)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

fucking ur friend yuuji in a club bathroom (this is so so good)

"if we had a baby would it be mine or sukuna's" (this is hilarious)

yuuji comforts his gf who's not his 'usual type' (its me im the short gf with a big chest) (i’ve been coming back to reread this daily)

: ̗̀➛ yuuta okkotsu x reader

blowing ur big dick bf yuuta (canon)

really really romantic sex w/ yuuta (straight up making love)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugo x reader

domestic headcanons (i love them and i love him. help)

more cute relationship headcanons

katsuki is obsessed with gossiping and eavesdropping when you and your friends spill the tea (this is so funny i love it sm)

dragging katsuki to the club bathroom because u love him (this is so wholesome im crying)

kiri notices how whipped katsuki is for you

guard dog katsuki is jealous

: ̗̀➛ izuku midoriya x reader

mating press with izuku (this actually drives me crazy. written so well and in character)

izuku is just so fucking precious (i can't take it anymore)

: ̗̀➛ shouto todoroki x reader

shouto gets halved by a quirk but not like gojo, there's js two of him (there is one obvious thing to do now)

dr. todoroki promises to breed you properly (i'm convulsing)

you're insecure after giving birth and shouto comforts you (with loving words and his dick)

resolving an argument w/ ur bf shouto (so cute!!)

eating u out in the kitchen (omfg)

there is an overwhelming amount of smut i'm sorry this is kind of embarrassing i'm just super horny lmao

[nanaslutt]

hi nana!! i want to say that i am somewhat new here and that you're my favorite author!! i really like how you write toji specifically, it feels very unique compared to how most people write him and makes me love toji even more! maybe it comes down to a preference, because i am very picky about how people write some chatacters. i am also very happy you're one of the few people who write for shiu and uraume!! i love these two to death, as well as even the slightest the toji&shiu and sukuna&uraume interactions/mentions :D

but but but! i wanted to say that i really admire and look up to your writing, your posts make me inspired everytime and overall you're a very fun person! i hope you never stop writing, you're very good at it >o<

im very sorry this message is getting too long, but i had a few questions.

1. who is the hardest to write for?

2. what character you will (probably) never write for?

3. are there any writing tips you can share? perhaps it's some tips you've got from someone? or maybe tips you figured out yourself?

i'm sending you my best regards :))

thank you so much :( i’m like you and tend to be really picky about how characters are written so i’m very glad i write toji in a way you like <3 AND YESSS uraume is the loml and shiu is a cutiepie so i have to include them in my stuff ^.^

i find myself being rly into unpopular characters and unpopular ships or pairings which i why u see those kinds of characters for me :3

1. believe it or not, geto. i try to make his personality a mix of his student personality and his cannon adult one, but sometimes ill try to imagine what his personality would be like if he didn’t become a curse user so it sometimes gets hard

2. mahito. i never wanna write for him ever, i despise him and rewatching jjk now im realizing i don’t even think he’s attractive at all

3. hmm the only thing i can suggest is to try and drag out intimate scenes and be descriptive in what the characters are doing (overall) so ur readers are never confused on what their position is or where their hands are lol

[exstasyplague]

UnPopular Jujutsu Kaisen Opinions (with arguments)

manga spoilers

☆ Yuji is the perfect MC

i've seen a lot of people trashing on him. some say gege writes him poorly and doesn't give him enough scenes, some say he's boring because he doesn't have any fancy cursed techniques. first of all, yuji has been aware of the jujutsu world for 6 months in manga; even less in anime. he doesn't have any OP cliche to him (looking at you Ichigo) and that makes him so much more enjoyable! when he loses he loses for good reasons and when he wins you can feel genuinely happy for him because you know he deserves it. he is a teenager and the shift in his mentalities embodies that perfectly; along with him we discover the cruelty and unfairness of the jujutsu world. at first, especially if you're a shonen watcher, you'd tend to believe he will shift to a high white knight borderline annoying mentality yet he doesn't, the jjk verse doesn't work like that. yuji is able to adapt. he has traits that you'd see in your real life friends: silliness, kindness, idiocy, love for jennifer lawrence etc but also traits that make him a perfect mc: empathy, resiliance, convinction, raw anger. + gege have him some of the HARDEST panels.

ㅡif it's just pain... Yuji Itadori won't ever stop

also. his last battle with mahito. hands down. best. panels.

mahito (another well structured villain) RUNNING for his life while yuji walks slowly behind him. if that doesn't show major improvement from the kid he was at the beginning idk what does. that's some MC shit right there man.

☆ Sukuna is not a fraud

the fraudkuna memes are funny. i admit. i'm sure mahoraga kisses him goodnight and tucks his blankey, however, sukuna is a fucking piece of shit, LOL (i mean it in the best way), my man literally became curse. people expect him to not use the weapons he has to his advantage as if he didn't want megumi from the beginning specifically for using his abilities. a good gun doesn't make you a military tier shooter. it's about the resources, it's about the experience, it's about the aim. "why doesn't he use his curse technique wah wah" — because he knows gojo is strong. unless he isn't absolutely sure he will strip him away from all his gimmicks, he has no reason to flaunt his true powers. sukuna wants to win. he wanted to kill gojo since the beginning of the series. i think the fight is balanced well, sukuna uses his resources and takes the consequences for being a tad too cautious. in the heian era when cursed energy had a purer, rawer output even domain expansions were simple in principles: you're in, i kill you. (line from the manga, btw) his CT is probably straightforward as well with a simple principle so having gojo use his infinity against it and figure out how to strip him naked would make him lose faster than todo called yuji his bestie.

☆ Gege doesn't hate women

because the unfortunate thing with nobara and yuki getting xd-d by kenjaku, a popular belief seems to be that gege is fond of trashing the women in his series. argument people have for that? "the only one in the spotlight is maki and she's female toji". first of all, if gege hated women he wouldn't write them as he does— each one of his lady characters is incredibly well structured and way beyond the love interest/ gotta be protected trope. mei mei, shoko, utahime, miwa and many others became non-existent, or what? even tengen is a woman. masashi kishimoto (the creator of naruto) is an author i'd say has 0 regards for women since the way most of his girl characters are built is literal dog shit. sakura is naruto's one sided love and a sasuke dickrider, hinata is a stalker that sharts when she sees naruto, karin is a sasuke dickrider, kurenai is asuma's chick and the only two women somewhat ok as a structure are tsunde and temari. (i am a big fan of the naruto series but i am spitting facts, also an avid sakura lover) plus there is a rumour that gege is a woman too and from the way sato sugu is written i'd agree anw

☆ Kenjaku is the best villain of the series

homie got railed by itadori's papi just for his plan, that's not even aizen level of plotting bro. he got drizzled in jizz and gave birth to yuji 💀

how good that d had to be for him to get impregnated....

ANYWAY jokes aside, he is very calculated and chill. he is not the strongest but his literal essence is to be a technique stealing leech and well, he's just that. with suguru, even in his villain arc you can empathize. sukuna is cool and straightforward: he wants to massacre people, kill gojo and then enjoy his life slashing random ass people who don't kneel is total submission.

kenjaku? bro, kenjaku has plans over plans and he executes all of them. even in geto's sexy body he still gets hated because there is genuinely nothing likeable about him. not because he's a poorly written character, he's written to be a piece of shit that makes you wanna break the screen when he gets a W and idk about y'all but even when he exorcised mahito i was like "aw hell nah bruh, get your hands off asap". may come as a shock, i know but we're like supposed to hate villains (not me being the biggest sukuna simp even in his crusty dusty OG form🤭) and well, nobody fucking roots for kenjaku. so gojo, go take your boyfriend's body or something fr.

☆ Yuta is.... mid

hear me out.

i don't hate him— not in the slightest. i hope he will actually have something going on with maki since apparently nobara is afk. i liked his entire rika situation but... bro.

yes, i will be going into the power system 😭I'M SORRY BUT like all he does is copy shit. wow. sure, he's a good copycat. i am not complaining about him being called so powerful and wtv but i don't find anything exciting about his battles and his personality is dead ass boring. do i get happy when he wins? yes. do i hope he'll come and save goatjo? yes. yes. yes. but people call him the real MC and all that shit... not even that— i... nothing in me likes him. my opinions are not absolute. his story is cool. i liked jjk 0 but the only thing that ruins his story is literally his lack of perosnality. and don't come at me for not grasping his depths or whatever. yuta is best fanfic y/n material because he can be turned into bashful stereotype really easily. "omg, best friend power, precious friends made me wanna live ❤️" very sweet HOWEVER very untouching for me. i only liked him when he made maki go all blushy because my girl deserves happiness.

☆ Toji actually cares about Megumi

is he the good father that would spoil his kid as a ray of sunshine?

no.

but he chose this. to forget about everything, to abandon his pride, to part himself away from the clan that rejected him and live his life on his own. megumi's mom made shit better for him and she died so his life became shit again. he thought that by entrusting megumi to the zenin clan he would actually be able to make something of himself since he had cursed energy.

also, people tend to forget just how conservative and judgemental the 3 big clans are, maki and mai have been shat on their whole life by the zenins, especially maki. toji went through the same shit if not worse. he wasn't always buff max version of himself, he wasn't born with anything. exactly because he gave up on all the things in his life he was able to reach that type of power and live with some purpose since he failed in everything else.

in the manga he has the option of coming back to life as long as he keeps killing sorcerers, which is his speciality, but he meets megumi, recognises him and kills himself in order to not hurt him. be fr. anciet sorcerers sold their booty holes to kenjaku to get a second chance at life.

ANYWAY. SADLY i can't post Toji memes since i reached my pic limits.

let me know what you think:) i may make a part 2. feel free to also ask for my opinions about anything in the verse, lol. if you wanna see my fics check my ao3, i promise i don't write in the same braindead way i type. <33

[eliyxir]

A letter for one of my favorite character

notes. just a letter for Gojo Satoru, made after reading chapter 268 of the manga.

tags. manga spoilers (if you didn’t read already the manga than you are going to be spoiled), letter from me to gojo satoru, 596 words, not fanfiction, i do not own jjk, but i just wanted to express my feelings. eng is not my first language.

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Hi, or should I say こんにちは? Probably not, you are not going to read this anyway because…

One, you are dead.

Two? You don’t really exist, you’re a fictional character. (And I don’t know if you really know english?)

And if there is someone who reads this and it’s not Gojo Satoru, then I hope I’m not going to bore you much, and if I do and you read all of my emotions that I put into this, then I’m sorry. Let’s begin, shall we?

In chapter 268 it was revealed that you left letters for Nobara, Yuji and Megumi… They are alive and well, I know, but I still think you deserve one too. Maybe not from me but, I just needed to make one.

I want to confess that my first impression of you was not a good one. I thought you were annoying, and childish, but somehow you grew on me. A LOT. Your frickin white albino hair, and your beautiful blue eyes. And so, watching you on screen and reading about you in the manga, I started to love you.

I love you, but not in that way. You are a fictional character, and not really my type, and you are a bit old for my preference… But I still love you, as a friend, as a mentor, like a sensei. Maybe a brother? A very annoying brother. So, maybe not? Anyway…

When I first heard that you passed away, I was in shock. I couldn't believe it, the strongest… dead? But my fear came true, and so, I was depressed. I know you are just a character, but still… you deserved so much better. I think that you seem the happiest of all, when in reality you were the most broken of all. And that’s sad, and I hope you are happy now. You reunited with your friends, your people…. I’m glad. I’m glad that the burden you carried on your shoulders is now gone, and now you can end up free of responsibilities.

Tell the others I said hi, and that they worked hard, and I’m proud of them.

I am proud of you, and all you did.

You are, not was, you are a well written character. Even though you were not Gege’s favorite, you are my favorite. You are a lot of people’s favorite character of all time. And the world loves you.

You did good, you did your best and that is what is important.

You are Gojo Satoru, the strongest. You are going to remain the strongest in our hearts because you are not Gojo Satoru just because you are the strongest, you are the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo. I hope you know that, because your fans know that already.

I hope you are happy now, I hope you can rest in peace now. Even though the manga is not finished yet, I think I know that you are not coming back, Satoru. Me? I know that already, some of your fans? Not really, but I’m glad that they still have hope. I really love that.

You shall remain in our hearts as the strongest, sexiest man of Jujutsu Kaisen (sorry Nanami and Toji).

We love you Gojo, even though you are just a fictional character, even though you don’t know us, we love you because you taught us things, like you were our sensei. You helped us in so many things that you don’t know. So in the name of the fandom, I want to thank you.

Thank you Gojo Satoru,

And Rest In Peace, our blue eyed king!

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor PT 13

I hope you enjoy this chapter! IDK I know toji isn't a big character in the franchise but I think that makes him so much fun to write.

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Previous chapter

WC: ~2.5k

CW: Mentions of death violence and weapons

You pace the floors of your house to the point you're surprised there isn’t a groove left in your wake. It had been half an hour since leaving your message for Shiu. Now, you waited. For what? You didn’t know. A callback? A call saying you have the wrong number? Or do you call back, hoping for him to answer?

Your fingers bitten to nubs and legs exhausted, you slump down at the kitchen table. The letter is still where you left it. Face down, you couldn’t bother looking at the familiar handwriting that once crafted such lovely notes. Happy birthdays; Congrats on graduation; Just because I love you letter. Now she had spun a nightmare for you to read. The pages fluttered as the AC kicked on. It skidded an inch toward you. You watched it, glad you couldn’t read the blank page—

At that moment, you caught a faint line on the back of the letter. You hadn’t noticed it, more than ready to set it down and forget it. Or burn it. Your fingertips pull the letter closer to you. No, not a line. The script is small, only an inch across. And it wasn’t a word, it was numbers. 4 numbers.

Brows furrowing, you try to think what these numbers could mean. These numbers didn’t represent anything in your present knowledge. They weren’t a birthday of anyone in your immediate circle. Or their death days. Or phone number. It must be a code of some sort.

Audibly, you gasp and shoot up from your chair so fast you have to cling to the table until your vision clears. Once, the dizzy spell passes, you rush up the stairs 2 at a time and jerk the attic cord down. It lands with a loud clunk and you climb up, heart thundering in your chest, your head, your ear. 

Once in the attic, you find the metal safe. The blink of the keypad luring you. Again, you didn’t know if you wanted it to work or not. 

Your fingers tremble as you enter 3 of the numbers. Pausing to take a breath. This was it. You jab the last number, pressing the open button. 

Nothing happens for a moment. Maybe it wasn’t a code to this after all. Oh, well I tried—-

Beep.

The safelock clicks, barely opening the thick metal door. You creep closer as if what lies inside is a snake about to strike. The air suddenly became too thick. Suffocating as you slowly open the door. 

Nothing jumped out at you, both literally and figurately thank god. You take your phone from your back pocket and turn on the flashlight, shining it into the mouth of the safe. Lined with black cloth, the inside contains a neat file of folders, each with a date and a series of numbers written on the tabs. Beside those is a sheathed knife. Clearly not a cooking knife, you concluded. The handle was etched with a symbol you couldn’t identify. 

A small black bag was in the corner of the case, knotted with a drawstring like one of your small shoulder purses. You untie the knot and reach inside, thinking it empty since there is no weight it. 

Fuck! 

You pull your hand back out of the bag quickly. The palm of your hand is slit and already starting to leak blood. Whatever you had grabbed had been sharp. Like small teeth had bit.

Gently, you upend the bag and dump the object onto the floor of the safe. A wire slips out, the ends of which have a wooden handle attached. Not just an ordinary wire. This was a garrote. 

And not just a simple garrote. This one seemed to be made with a wire consisting of sharp barbs on it. 

This was a weapon of torture. And it wasn’t just enough that this garrote was to be used to strangle its victims. With enough strength and tightening this wire could easily slit someone’s throat. 

The thought makes your stomach churn. Had this very one been used before? On who? And by whom? Your grandmother. Bile rises into your mouth and you quickly swallow while pushing the garrote back into the bag and sliding it over. 

The phone light again bounces off a metal object. No surprise, a gun lay in the back of the case. You use the tip of your finger to pull it towards you. Remembering the adage to treat every gun as if it was loaded. You take it a step further and treat it as an explosive. 

Being sure it was aiming away from you, you hold the gun in your hand. The weight is foreign, you had never held anything more than a Nerf gun. Your heart rate quickens as you think about the damage this small object could do. The lives it could end. Had this too been used along with the garrote? 

You remember the way Toji had handled his weapon with such abandon. Did he not know how dangerous these were? Or was he already so skilled at wielding a gun that the motion was like breathing to him.

Skilled Marksmen

That’s what the letter said. But you knew that was a more formal term for what you had teased Toji about being. 

Assassin. 

You mentally slap yourself on the forehead at the memory of it. It all seems so easy to piece together now. Leaving Megumi with your grandmother to ‘keep him safe.’ The child referring to people as ‘bad guys.’ 

It also explains the essence that is Toji. Big, brutish with his looming form. You imagine the fear his ‘enemies’ must have when they come face to face with him. And yet.

Yet, you also knew that though he had a threatening presence you never once felt afraid. Intimidated? yes. Flustered? absolutely. He was protective of Megumi, of course. And although he technically stalked you while on a date. He did seem to want to protect you as well from a dangerous man. But was that only because he was obligated— Contracted? Forced? – to protect you? 

The doorbell quickly knocks you out of your daydream, almost dropping the gun still clutched in your hand. You shove it back to the far corner of the safe, shut the door, and head downstair. 

A small part of you hopes it’s Toji. Coming back to explain more. But what if it’s someone else? You slow your steps to the front door. Now you were wishing you had brought the gun along with you. 

The doorbell rings again, followed by a knock. By the front door table is a vase, you grab it intending to use it if it comes down to it. You take a steadying breath and unlock the door, cracking it ever so slightly while keeping your weight shifted forward in case you need to slam it. 

A familiar voice greets you. “There you are.”

Connor stands on the other side of the door. You huff out the breath you were holding, relieved. But that relief is short-lived as you remember the files lying behind you in your kitchen. Now you are racked with fear.

“Can I come in?” Connor asks, subtly trying to push the door open. “I wanna talk”

You swallow, trying to clear the lump in your throat. “Uhm, I’m sick. I don’t want you to catch it.”

“Please,” he rolls his eyes. “If you're sick so soon after seeing me then I’ve already got it too.”

“Well—”

Before you can reply he shoves his way in, rocking you backwards. 

“Gonna wack me over the head with that,” he laughs, gesturing towards the vase in your hands. He says it so coyly as though he knows you are no match for him. You scan his body, trying to notice any odd bulges in his pocket that would indicate he has a weapon. 

“I just didn’t know who it was.” you stammer as you place the vase back on the table. 

“You don’t have a security system? A camera?” he asks nonchalantly. 

“No.” In that moment you knew you had fucked up. Knew you basically announced you were unprotected. An easy target.

“Hmmph,” Connor looks around. Is he casing the place? So unabashedly? “Should get one.”

“My neighbor—Toji. He has cameras outside his house and usually warns me of anything suspicious.” you try to correct your mistake. It wasn’t a lie. You had seen the cameras before, one points from the corner of his house and one near the back door. 

“Hmm, good neighbor.” The sarcasm can be felt. “Still should get your own. Who knows? He could be the one to hurt you.”

“I trust him.” 

“Yeah?” He cocks a brow. “And whys that, y/n”

“I just–do.” Is he trying to turn you against toji? Why?

Connor stands in front of you with his arms crossed and legs apart. The intention was clear. He wants you to feel small. 

He tsks. “You women are so naive and so confusing.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. Connor stalks towards you, closing the gap. “Thinking men are going to protect you. One day you're shouting you hate all men, then you’re wanting them to save you.” He grasps a lock of your hair between his fingers. His touch sends chills down your spine.

“I think you should leave.”

“Why? Am I the big scary guy now? Do you hate me now?” he grips your chin, forcing you to look into his menacing eyes. “Who’s coming to help little old you?”

“I’ll scream, Toji will hear–”

“Nice try, darling.” he cuts you off, tapping the side of your cheek. “Mr. Fushiguro is out of town.”

How did he know?

“Don’t do this?” you plea. What you’re not wanting him to do you aren’t sure. Hurt you? Rape you? Kill you? You remember the long list of crimes you had read and a wave of nausea hits you. 

“Begging suits you,” he says darkly. 

“A bullet in your head would suit you.” a voice says from behind Connor, followed by a click of a gun. “I think it’s best you leave the woman alone.”

Your eyes widen as you stare around him. The man with Toji–Shiu–stands behind Connor, a gun pressed to the back of his head. Instead of flinching like a regular, sane person, Connor simply laughs. As if the whole ordeal is a joke. 

He gives a hmph before turning to face Shiu, saying, “Well played.”

Shiu still has the gun raised. “The lady asked you to leave. I think it wise that you do.”

Connor glances at you sidelong, a sly smile on his face. After another look around the space, he slinks to the open door. At the threshold, he turns. “Forget what I said about security systems. Looks like an exterminator is what you need. Get rid of the varmints.”

You look from Connor to Shiu, the three of you standing in a triangle formation—Shiu beside you now, gun lowered, but finger still on the trigger. Connor by the door, now realizing no more words are going to be exchanged. With a crooked grin and a shrug, he turns to leave finally. Throwing a hand lazily over his shoulder as a goodbye. “Trusting the wrong people, y/n”

Shiu quickly rushes to the door, closing it before turning to you. His eyes are now soft. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah?” you whisper.

Before collapsing on the floor. 

~Toji.~

Toji is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, sleep clouding his brain from a long week away. The haze quickly evaporates as he sees 2 forms in the kitchen. Both with their backs to him. One in a soft cotton dress, hair in a messy bun. The other is in an oversized shirt, standing on a stool, with familiar black hair poking in all directions. Both with their hands in the sink. Soft giggles coming from both mouths as they wash dishes. Toji steps forward, his footsteps announcing his arrival.

“Daddy!” Megumi squeals, stepping off the stool and rushing towards him. Toji bends and scoops him into his arms. The dense weight of his small child instantly comforting. He kisses his soft cheek. “Miss me?”

Megumi nestles into the crook of Toji’s neck, nodding. “We felt her!”

“Megumi that was going to be a surprise!” the other figure at the sink turns. Toji still swoons at the sound of that sweet voice. 

“What surprise, y/n?” he asks as he drinks you in. The way you brush the stray hairs from your face, the softness of your barefoot steps across the tile. The small and growing bump around your middle and the way your hand delicately touches it. You are more than glowing, you are radiant. Breast heavy with nourishment, prepared to feed his child. Our child. 

“We felt Little Bean kick earlier,” you beam. Reaching for Toji’s hand and placing it on your swollen belly. 

Toji moves his hand around your stomach, trying to feel what position the baby could be in. Suddenly, he feels it. A kick. Hard. So hard it knocks you forward. 

“Wow! That was—”

Megumi screams, his body scrambling in Toji’s arms. Toji looks up from your stomach, you are staring right at him with a glazed look. 

“Baby?” he trembles. 

Blood starts dribbling from your mouth, landing on the floor, on his hand, on top of your pregnant belly. Another kick—no a shot—jerks your body, a stain of red blossoming on your chest. 

Toji’s vision blurs at the edges. He looks around, trying to find the shooter, but he’s glued to the spot. Forced to watch as blood continues to run out of you. “No, No, NO!”

He grips Megumi tighter, so tight that the boy's body disintegrates, collapsing into ash in his arms. Toji's blood-curdling yell shakes the very foundation of the world, the house,  causing the ceiling to begin crumbling. His arms reach to touch you, to save you. But as soon as his fingertips touch your cheek, you crumble into dust like a statue. He bellows your name once again as the roof falls on all of you.

Toji jolts and gulps a deep breath of air. No house, or remains of a house surround him, just the bright lights of the inside of the private jet. The tires hitting the tarmac send vibrations up his back as the jet lands. He takes a few more steadying breaths. A dream. A sick dream. That’s all it was. 

But Toji knows sometimes dreams can be omens. He has always relied on his intuition. It’s part of what made him such a skilled killer after all. He mulls over the dream and the details of it, storing it away in his memory to sort out later. Right now, he has a job to do and can’t be distracted with dreams of Megumi. Of you. Of you carrying his child. Of you being harmed…

This dream was a warning. Everything Toji loved and the life he longed for could go up in flames and collapse around him in an instant. 

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO HIII KAIRO HI HI HIIII:3333333333 HOW ARE YOU MY ANGEL???? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TOOO??? TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW I NEED TO KNOW HEHEHEHEHE

okok but i bring news of my tengen adventures................. first of all that twitter artist you told me about............................................. i died. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT THAT FUCKING ARTIST NEEDS TO CHILL OUT HELLO i genuinely almost spit out my water when i opened their account that was crazy... SO THANK YOU FOR THATT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL🙏🙏🙏 oh and!!!!!!!!!! i'm gonna finish the third season today btw hehehe I AM LIKING IT A LOTTTTTT it's super fun (and i really am just in love with tengen i can't even lie he's insane<3) i haven't read the manga though i literally only happened upon demon slayer bc of lily tbh lmao so i am very new to it all!!!!!!!!!!! but i am very excited abt it bc again.. i really really like it<3333333333333 HAVE YOU SEEN IT ALL??? WHO ARE YOUR FAVOURITES??????? THIS IS ALSO SMTH I NEED TO KNOW OR I'LL DIEEEEE IT'S IMPORTANT KAIROOOOOO>:33333 ANYWAYYY I LOVE YOUUU AND I HOPE THAT YOU'RE DOING SO SO GOOD MWAH MWAH MWAH SENDING YOU A MILLION BILLION KISSES RN PLEASE CATCH THEM ALL!!!!!!!!! - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY MY MICKEY 😋😋😋 I LOVE YOU BABY HOW ARE YOU I MISSED YOUUUUUUUUUUUU <333 omg lately i’ve been reading manga: the elusive samurai and sakamoto days!!!! (YOU WOULD LOVE SAKAMOTO DAYS BTW THAT’S A MANGA I WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO YOU SPECIFICALLY…) look at my husband nagumo he’s so toji & yuuta coded :3 hehe ((you’d love the manga it’s all bad bitch assassins and silliness coupled w insane fights!!!!! I LOVE IT SM))

AND RAHHHHHHHHHHH UMIKOCHANNART MY BELOVED!!!!!! did you see these??? this one of tengen is so gorgeous and then this one of tengen and her husbands (hinatsuru is so geto coded & makio w the blonde dyed hair… omfg op makes the husbands look so insanely sexy they have the sexiest art…) and this one of toji makes me bark 🤭🤭🤭

OMGGGGGGG THE THIRD SEASON!!!!!! HEHEHE HOW ARE YOU LIKING IT SO FAR??? i love demon slayer so much it was the second manga i ever read hehe :3 AND LILY HAS SUCH SUPERIOR TASTE LIKE TENGEN AND TOJI AND SUKUNA LIKE BESTIE KNOWS WHAT’S UP! and omg i also HIGHLY recommend the manga since it’s done! i’m so excited for the movies too the last arc is literally so insane i’m so HYPED!!!!!! 😵‍💫🙂‍↕️

AND MY FAV CHARACTERS AHHHHHHH tengen obviously like that’s Husband… <333 and i love all my babies like tanjiro and inosuke and zenitsu and nezuko are literally my children sniffles i love them so much……. same w muichiro! that’s my SON! i love giyuu & rengoku too! & OBVIOUSLY I LOVE YORIICHI TOO!!! AND UBUYASHIKI!! i love all the characters in the show i think they’re so well-developed and different from each other! demon slayer is soooooooo good i remember BINGING the manga until like 3 am bc i needed to know what was gonna happen like… WOW it’s so well written IMO <3

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MICKEY I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER ILYSM MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHHHHH <3 give tengen a smooch for me :3 🩷🤭🩷🤭🩷

they mean the world to me……. sniffles………. <333

[honoredalone]

From what I can see most writers in the fandom know they're taking liberties and are self aware about how much of their fics are for fantasy wish fulfillment not accuracy. Like you're saying you're prepared for the haters but you're the one bringing up how annoying you find it when people write characters like Gojo or Toji a certain way; it's coming off as combative unprovoked. I usually like to keep my own writing closer to canon personalities but I also don't see anything wrong per say with characters being written as OOC either. It can be fun and I'll just not read the fic if it has toji being super cruel and abusive or gojo as a narcissistic sex obsessed playboy (although I guess canonically he has something of a God complex so maybe fanon isn't always off the mark...)

I guess this is an ask because I don't understand why some writers on this site seem so against exaggerated/inaccurate character depictions? I don't get it. Are there really that many people hating on writers who stray from fandom tropes involving the jjk characters? I've written some wildly OOC fics and haven't gotten any hate but maybe I just got lucky. And as much as I love Jjk I don't feel that much personal attachment to the characters, at least enough to get irritated when fanfic/headcanons stray from more realistic potrayals.

hi, thank you for this. i’m not trying to express hatred towards any of the writers who write gojo, toji or choso ooc, i happen to enjoy some fics that are ooc. i’m expressing distaste for the confusion between canonical characters behaviors vs fanon ooc behaviors. i’ve gotten plenty of hate for a couple of the things i have put out there and i’m just trying to convey the fact that i dislike the incorrect characterization of many of the characters when talking about them canonically.

i understand how some of the things i said could be seen as unprovoked and i fully apologize for that.

i’m not against exaggeration of ones character whatsoever, i think that it’s very creative and most of the time very well done. for me it becomes an issue when the ooc starts bleeding into canonical characterization because gojo is not a narcissist and toji is not an abuser and neither of them should be seen as such.

i’m very sorry if i offended you or anyone who has read my work or anyone who follows me, this is truly not my intention.

all feedback is welcome and very much appreciated <3

[rose-riot-johnson]

Well my Tumblr Peeps... I have been thinking about writing about this fanfic for months, however I haven't fully decided how to write about this until yesterday🤔Since I do like the anime and manga versions of Jujutsu Kaisen, plus I'm like a fan of both Yuji Itadori and Ryomen Sukuna, I basically have been indecisive on who to write about first in between Itadori or Sukuna. I mean character wise, I think of Itadori as the angel while Sukuna to me is a particular version of Judas (on both Itadori's and Sukuna's part, I'm saying this as a good thing and it's a compliment towards both), so my reasons to feel inspired about Itadori and Sukuna with these versions of an angel and judas, in my head, due to a particular song, called "Judas", which Lady Gaga sings😇😈Anyways, I might as well treat this fanfic the similar way as I did with the Gojo, Geto, and Toji, fanfic😈😇 Ssssssooooo.... Enjoy this fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😈😇😇😈😇😈😈😇

Ps; my first time putting a song in any of my posts, especially any fanfic I had ever written, so those who atleast like this song, or is curious about the song, or just felt like listening to it, then you can😃👍 Since listening to this song is optional, you don't necessarily have to listen to the song and you can read the fanfic without the song😃👍

🌸😇😈👿Do I Love my Cherry Blossom Angel, Itadori More Or Do I Love My Version Of Judas, Sukuna More?👿😈😇🌸(Jujutsu Kaisen Character of Reader's choice (For this fanfic) depending on the ending they choose based on their chosen character (ofcourse I will be writing both of them as adults)) x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst, (Dark Angst depending on the ending), & Fluff (depending on the ending) (Warning +18⚠️: Accidental Flirting, Possible Accidental Cheating, Language, Violence, Murder, Mentions of being bullied, Mentions of death, depending on the reader's imagination, possible semi or full smut (due to bathtub) depending on the ending, Betrayal depending on the ending)

Earlier that night while you were on your way home, you saw your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori in battle against a cursed spirit. Itadori didn't know at the time you were watching him fight. When Itadori had the slightest trouble fighting the cursed spirit he was fighting Ryomen Sukuna took over Itadori's body, as he was frustrated with Itadori having a little amount of trouble fighting the cursed spirit, then after Sukuna took over Itadori's body, the cursed spirit instantly died, as Sukuna murdered the cursed spirit in one shot. As much as, Sukuna couldn't stand the sight nor voice of Itadori, he somehow hates the cursed spirit he easily defeated more for whatever reason. You were pretty much unaware that Itadori is Sukuna's vessel (or anyone's vessel) at the time.

Your reaction about this was positive excitement, curiosity, and pretty much flustered about this, however you decided to ask questions later, as you hurried up, to somehow sneak home. Sukuna and/or Itadori almost caught you, as one or both of them heard a noise from you. Neither of them were aware of you were here at the time.

You were home, as you decided to find a way to ask Itadori about the things you're so curious about and other stuff. As for Itadori and Sukuna, once Itadori got his body back to take control away from Sukuna, they basically had an atleast minor argument on their way home. After Itadori (and Sukuna) got home Itadori complained to Sukuna, while Sukuna's mouth was on his hand, "You know, Sukuna, if (Any Gender Reader Name) finds about this,...", after he opened the door, he the continued, "I could get in trouble for it.". Sukuna replied sarcasticly, "I loads care about what happens to you, you brat!", then the kitchen light turns on, then Itadori sees that you turned the light on, as he's worried about being in huge trouble with you to the point where you scream at him, however you weren't angry at all like he thought you were. You then said, "It's alright, my cherry blossom angel, Yuji Itadori. I'm not angry with you, at all. I'm curious about something tough. I did see your battle with some evil creature, while you had a little trouble, I noticed some tattoo stuff was on you as you win your battle. I'm only excited, curious, and flustered about this. Yeah I get most situations end up with an angry significant other gives the other significant other an earful and stuff, however there's no angry significant others here. I just would like to know what happened with you is all.", as you smiled at Itadori.

"Since you caught us, as you insist.", Sukuna said as he took over Itadori's body. You were shaking in excitement, as you ended up witnessing the same thing as you did during Itadori's (and Sukuna's) battle against the cursed spirit. "Surprise! Now don't be alarmed, sweet pea! I did what you wanted! I somehow knew someone was watching the brat... And ofcourse I battle this disgusting waste of space that I couldn't stand, and that brat had a little trouble, so I took the wheel to kill the bastard off quickly!", Sukuna exclaimed, then proceeds that snicker. You then said happily, however still clueless, "Itadori! This is amazing. You could actually transform like that?! I love it!". Sukuna then corrected you, as he explained, "No. I'm Itadori's vessel, Ryomen Sukuna. I've been his vessel since he ate one of my fingers, so it's a long story about how my life involves being stuck with this, fucken brat, after he ate one of my fingers and what happened with my life before then, my sweetheart." You then said, "Okay. And nice to meet you, my own version of Judas, Ryomen Sukuna.", as you accidentally blushed. Sukuna then blushed, as he replied, "Well then, I'm flattered by those words of yours and it's nice to meet you too, (Any Gender Reader Name), and by the way, because I'm the brat's vessel, I pretty much know just as much about you, as he knows about you, so don't you ever forget it, sweetheart!", as he letted Itadori control his body, for now.

Itadori then said, "Really, (Any Gender Reader)?! Do you realize that you and Sukuna were hitting on eachother? I'm just not sure, if you're aware of you and Sukuna flirting with eachother.", as he gave you a sad look. You replied truthfully, "I'm sorry Itadori. I didn't know he was flirting with me nor did I was a aware that I was flirting with him. I thought you and Sukuna are the same people at first and I just feel I need to get used to the both of you, so I can tell the difference between the both of you. That's all. Please forgive me, Yuji?", as you started to feel bad about accidentally flirting with Sukuna. Itadori then replied back, "Thank you for being honest and letting me know that it was an accident, so since there's nothing to forgive, then everything is already forgiven now. And I will let you know Sukuna more, however since I'm more worried about him, than I am about you, since he's very dangerous. Seriously it's not just about the flirting. It's more about knowing what he's capable of.". You then, understood his forgiveness for you and warning about Sukuna, to protect you and others.

As months went by you basically got to know Sukuna, wheather it's Itadori letting Sukuna take control of his body occasionally or while Itadori is still in control of his own body. While you're in love with your boyfriend Itadori, you also feel in love with Sukuna, as you're having a hard time choosing between the two. You just weren't sure what to do, so you listened to some Lady Gaga songs, including this particular song, which Lady Gaga sings, which is non other than "Judas", while you did kept your feelings pertaining the situation to yourself until it comes down to a situation where you have to choose between Yuji Itadori and Ryomen Sukuna.

One night Sukuna took over Itadori's body, as he decided to find you, then after he found you in the living room, he then demanded , "(Any Gender Reader Name), we need to have a talk and in the bedroom you share with that fucken, brat, right now!". You did, as he demanded as you went in the bedroom that you share with Itadori, as Sukuna follows behind you. You sat nervously, on the bed, as Sukuna looked out through the window. "Hey, Sukuna... Why did you sound like you're pissed at me and/or Itadori? Why did you want to have a talk with me, Sukuna?", you asked, as you started to get frightened of Sukuna for about thirty seconds. Sukuna then answered, "I'm not pissed at you nor that fucken brat. I just know you're hiding your feelings for me, from that fucken, brat and I. I also know that you're having a hard time choosing between the fucken, brat and I. So, needless to say, I also know you have been bullied badly during your middle school and high school years, because I know you opened up to the fucken, brat about your past. And I knew that before you ever met Itadori, you used to feel like you're so unwanted in relationships to the point that no one kept you, as long as Itadori, that brat kept you, relationship wise. I just know, so much about you, that I would like to make a proposal with you.". You then in a confused state, replied in a form of question, "What do you mean by proposal? What is this about, Sukuna?"

Sukuna then decided that it's time to start explaining the proposal, as he stated, "Isn't it simple? Don't you want to get revenge on people, who you feel did you wrong, who bullied you, who left you to die in your relationships when they dumped you, who called you all short of nasty names, and who has ever discriminated based on anything about you, really. You know, just as well as I do that most humans are just trash that needs to be disposed of!". Then Itadori tried to take control of his body back as he pleaded, "Don't do this! Please, (Any Gender Reader Name)! It wouldn't be like you, to participate in killing other human beings. Please, I'm begging you...", as Itadori tried to continue his pleading, Sukuna then cut him off by making sure to get full control, until you say otherwise. "What are you trying to say, Sukuna? Where are you getting at?", you asked.

Sukuna then answered again, "Well, (Any Gender Reader Name). This should be simple. It's either the brat or me! It's not a request! I'm simply demanding that you choose! If you choose the brat, I promise I will respect your wishes and the brat's wishes, as well, and I will behave myself with you and the brat. So, I will be letting Itadori have more control of his body, than I had ever did before and will come out, if needed or asked to, no matter what. However, if you choose me, you need to tell the brat that you're done with him, and say what you needed to say to him, then afterwards I take permanent control of his body, until both the brat and I die ofcourse. You still will get stuff you want aside from me. You will get your revenge on others for any injustice that happened in your life, so many countless times, to the point that they needed to learn their lessons. You will get done perks no matter who you choose, however to warn you, I'd pick wisely, if I were you. So, I will give you some time, however I will let the brat have his say before you do think about making a decision." He then letted Itadori see about having a talk with you. You then show some concern for Itadori, as you asked, "Are you alright Itadori? Did Sukuna hurt you?".

Itadori then answered you, "Physically I'm okay and he didn't physically hurt me yet... I really don't know, if I shouldn't have Sukuna get close to you after he hitted on you in the first place. It's not about Sukuna stealing you away from me... It's about what he could do to turn you into something or someone that isn't you. That's what I'm afraid of, (Any Gender Reader Name). I'm afraid for you. Afraid of Sukuna taking advantage of your past to turn you atleast into accessory for his plans. Please, (Any Gender Reader Name)? Don't sell your soul for things that isn't you, especially revenge. I know revenge isn't you. Please?! I'm begging you, (Any Gender Reader Name)! You're the best thing to ever be in my life and you know I helped you with your well-being, too. I love you, (Any Gender Reader Name)! Please? Don't let him manipulate you into selling your soul.". Itadori then, began to sob on your shoulders, as he started to hug you. You then, use one hand to look in his eyes, as he notices tears rolling down your face. "Itadori, I need atleast minute or so to gather my thoughts about making a decision on who to choose, I will be back...", you said. Itadori respected your wish, as he can sense that you're caught between Itadori and Sukuna both. You just weren't sure what else to do, at the time.

When you went into the bathroom, you did sob until you could gather your thoughts on who to choose. Your heart would be broken no matter who you choose, however you also know in your heart and soul that it has to be done. After you left the bathroom to be back in the bedroom, you decided to let Itadori know your decision. You then told him, "Itadori, I need to..."

Who Does The Reader Love More...

The reader's cherry blossom angel, Yuji Itadori

Or

The reader's version of Judas, Ryomen Sukuna

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Ending A: (Yuji Itadori x Any Gender Reader)

You then told him, "Itadori, I need to have a talk with Sukuna for a little bit...". Itadori then replied, "Okay, (Any Gender Reader Name). I will let Sukuna take control until you get done talking with him, then.", as he respected your wishes. Sukuna then took control of Itadori's body.

Sukuna then asked, "I take it that you made a decision, my sweetheart?", as he grinned. You replied, "Yes, I did Sukuna. I did. As much as, I would like to be with you and you mean, so well, however I feel like you're trying to pull my away from Itadori, even if it wasn't your intention and I just couldn't be with you. As you can see Sukuna, Yuji Itadori is my cherry blossom angel and he made me who I am, today. If it wasn't for him, I would be very lost without him. He's just that special. While you're that particular version of Judas who is my demon virtue, while Yuji Itadori is my cherry blossom angel who I just cling to. Itadori and I may have our ups and downs, however he always makes me smile, he always protects me, and does way more for me than he believes he does. I'm sorry, Sukuna. I just can't to this to Itadori. I love you, so much Sukuna, however I just love my cherry blossom angel, Yuji Itadori more. I just hope you will understand Sukuna.". You then proceed to hug him.

Sukuna then hugged back, then smirked as he said, "Understood, my love. As promised, I will respect your wishes and I will only come out when needed or asked. Here! I will give you the brat back. So good bye for now and I love you too, (Any Gender Reader Name).", then letted Itadori have control of his body again. After Itadori got his body back, then he continued to hug you, he happily said, "(Any Gender Reader Name)... I'm proud of you, for staying true to who you are. I knew you would come through! Now Sukuna will never try to ruin our relationship ever again. He may have ruined my life once, however I'm glad his plan to try to steal you away from me, has failed miserably. I love you, (Any Gender Reader Name).". You then replied to Itadori, "I love you too, my cherry blossom angel, Yuji Itadori and I promise from now on, I won't let anyone try to get between us, ever again, as I will cling to you for all eternity, even after death do us part."

Your relationship with Itadori has grown stronger, eversince then. Itadori finally felt secured to the point where he knows no one will ever take you away from him now and you also felt security that Itadori will ruin anyone who tries to steal you away as he says to them, "Nope. I'm only interested in (Any Gender Reader Name), because your personality and attitude both suck, so you're ugly in the inside, anyways!", as you snickered everytime he says it to them, too. Itadori, will also makesure no one bullies you nor harrass you, for how protective he is of you, since you're like the most precious diamond in every universe possible. It's due to the fact that after you made your decision to stay with Itadori instead of starting a relationship with Sukuna, you and Itadori (now) know full well that you and Itadori are soulmates who are meant to be together forever and ever.

One day, both you and Itadori had a nice wedding with lots of beautiful things. This wedding was more than everything you could ever dream of. After the wedding, both you and Itadori have pampered eachother, especially with intimacy, as both you and Itadori were in the bathtub giving eachother kisses (and everything else depending on the reader's imagination). After you and Itadori got done what the both of you wanted to do in the bathtub, Itadori then decided to do some after care, especially putting some lotion on you, put you in some nice and warm, cozy pajamas, gives you a kiss on the forehead, as he said, "Was I too rough with you in the bathtub earlier, my precious little cupcake, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", as he continued kissing you on the forehead, while proceeding to massage your back and other parts he was worried that he may have been a little physically rough on you by accident. You then replied "Don't worry my cherry blossom angel, Yuji Itadori. I'm perfectly fine. You're weren't too rough with me at all. You're just perfectly fine.". Then after he finished massing both you and Itadori both cuddled together in perfectly harmony.

Go to the cursive, "The End"...

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Ending B: (Ryomen Sukuna x Any Gender Reader)

You then told him, "Itadori, I need to tell you something...". Itadori then replied, "Okay, (Any Gender Reader Name). What is it you need to tell me?", as he started to get nervous. He's so scared to the point where he's feeling chest pains, he's feeling sweaty, and he's feeling his whole body shake in fear.

You then answered, "You see Itadori... I have been thinking about this for a while... And you do mean very well... I know you're trying to protect me, however I just feel that Sukuna is right that maybe revenge is the option. I can choose peace, however what good will choosing peace instead of revenge, do me. You made me the person I was... It's just things change, Itadori and I must change... Not just with the word... Not exactly, for Sukuna... I'm changing for who I want to be... I love you, Yuji Itadori... It's just something is just pulling me away...", as tears are starting to fall. "What do you mean, (Any Gender Reader Name)? What do you mean by, something's pulling you away?", Itadori asked, as he has tears in his eyes, then pleaded, "Tell me! Tell me, what are you trying to say, because I don't get it!", as he started to sob. You replied, "Ofcourse you don't get it, Itadori! You see, you're my virtue, however Sukuna is my version of Judas, who's the very demon, I cling to and I don't fucken know why, Itadori! I don't have the answers... All I know is that I love you, Itadori... It's just that I love my version of Judas, Ryomen Sukuna, so much more. I'm sorry Itadori... This hurts me more than it does, you. I honestly wish I could slap you in your face, right now, due to you trying to stop from making my own destiny and changing myself who I want to be, however I love you too much and it will hurt me more and since you're Sukuna's vessel, I would feel like I would be slapping him, too. So it's over Itadori. I'm sorry. I have to do what I feel is best for me, because doing the right things just sometimes doesn't do me any fucken justice. So, good bye forever Itadori...", then Itadori attempted his last words as he tried pleading, "No! Please! You can't do this to yourself, (Any Gender Reader Name)! You can't sell your soul like this! Are you forgetting who you are? Think about what you're...". Sukuna then permanently took over Itadori's body, before Itadori could finished. Sukuna then gave you his most evil smile as he said, "So you finally made your decision, (Any Gender Reader Name)!", then started laughing about the fact that you said the words that you did say to Itadori and Itadori's reactions about everything you said, because to Sukuna, it felt so damn priceless.

You replied to Sukuna, as you said, "Yes, I did, Sukuna. Itadori meant well, however staying true to myself while being with his, just didn't feel enough for me. You helped me realize that revenge can do me more justice than anything in the world. You're my version of Judas who is the demon I cling to, Sukuna. Now, where and when should I start, your hotness?", you then winked at him. Sukuna then answered, "Well, my sexy (king or queen or ace), you can start anytime and anywhere, you want. I'm just, so proud you came around, my sweetheart.". The next thing you and Sukuna did was touch eachother's faces, as you looked into eachother's eyes, then proceeded to kiss eachother (any or every form of kissing up to the reader's imagination)(Anything else that happens afterwards is up to the reader's imagination).

As weeks went by, both you and Sukuna conspired in so many murders just to get your revenge on those who you felt did you wrong, no matter who they are. Not even your past bullies, not even your exes, not even your exes spouses, not even those you felt stole your exes, not even those who slept with your sibling's ex who you worry could steal anyone you get with away, not even your exes spouses, not even your cousins who spread lies and rumors about your relationship life, not even the teacher you're either most afraid of or hated the most or disliked the most. With you and Sukuna together, you and Sukuna managed to get your revenge on those people. Anyone who died by your hand and Sukuna's hand, Sukuna would then afterwards, (up to the reader's imagination what Sukuna does after you and/or Sukuna kill the victim(s)).

Eversince you made your decision to break-up with Itadori to be with Sukuna, you have finally got what you wanted, as you finally felt like you finally got atleast some justice out of your conspiracy with Sukuna to get your revenge. Your life has never been nor felt, so great before and you finally gained some happiness from vengeance you and Sukuna conspired together on. When the night came, both you and Sukuna decided to have a wedding of his dreams and you loved his idea of his dark wedding. After the wedding both you and Sukuna found a different place to live together in for all eternity, then Sukuna basically fulfilled all of your desires. (Any desire depends on the reader's imagination).

Go to the cursive, "The End"...

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The End

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps. To be honest, and I did wrote more for this fanfic, than I expected😁👍Character wise, I honestly am caught between Yuji Itadori and Ryomen Sukuna. So, aside from the song, "Judas", being caught between both of the characters (Itadori and Sukuna) is pretty much why I worked on this fanfic, while the reader gets paired with one of them pertaining the ending they choose, however if haven't been able to decide which character to choose you still can read both endings (even if you decided, you still can)😈😇 I honestly feel that Itadori is one of those special anime protagonists, to me and there's something about Itadori that has me very easily became a fan of his, while Sukuna, aside from him being Itadori's vessel, despite of certain things his did and stuff, he's just somehow very easily for me to like, also😁👍So Itadori is one of my favorite anime protagonists (I have other favorite protagonists) and for anyone who thinks of Sukuna, as a villain, he's basically one of my favorite villains then😀As for putting possible accidental cheating in the warnings, it's only because when people are in a relationship (or marriage) some people do consider, "flirting" with others while in a relationship (or marriage) is (considered) cheating in a relationship, however the way I hear some takes that some1 can be a flirt while in a relationship (or marriage) and not be a cheater in a relationship (or marriage) from what I'm understanding. I mean I don't have an actual opinion with that topic on wheather or not if flirting with others while in a relationship (or marriage) is cheating or not. I figured I put possible accidental cheating down just incase, if I needed to put that in the warnings just incase if someone does have that take on flirting, especially the accidental flirting. So, depending on, if you only read 1 of the endings or both, I honestly hope you're happy about reading this entire fanfic either way (Despite of what I mentioned about why this is in the warnings and/or myself mentioning the topic of "flirting"😅) and I hope you have a great day and/or night, my Tumblr Peeps😇😈

[lightlycareless]

What drew you to liking Naoya? He’s an extremely unpopular character in the fandom(mostly the English speaking side). I personally like him because i have a habit of liking toxic/evil/problematic characters in fiction and he just had some of my fave characteristics in one lol. Not to mention besides all that he’s just an interesting and well written character. It’s a bit frustrating that others that dislike him won’t acknowledge that he is extremely well written and the perfect example of a product of his environment. Sorry if this is random but I don’t get to see many Naoya fans and I love your works and portrayal of him. I feel you write his character development very well

Hello!!

Aw, don't worry :> this is no bother for me to answer! The only thing I feel kind of bad tho is that I don't know how to explain why I was so attracted to Naoya in the first place hahah 😢

I guess because he's handsome lol, because let's be real, his personality isn't that great... but even then, I also like that because it gave me the idea that he'd be like that to everyone but his special one, you know? In a degree that's how he treats Toji so that might be true. And why not, there's nothing wrong in wanting to "fix" him hehe.

And you're right, he's extremely well written in the sense that he's a product of his environment, but he's also a wasted potential 😭 and what happened afterwards was just oof, he was better off dead you know? like, we could've known so much of the Zen'in... I feel like he was even more slandered; and to believe that came from the author himself!! (or maybe that's just me hoping to get crumbs of Naoya lol)

It's really unfortunate that people tend to do that with characters that are considered villains. Just because he's bad doesn't mean he can't be well written—and to make matters worse, they take it out with their fans too... It's kind of silly to have to remember that what I consume in fiction doesn't go with what I do in real life. :B

BUT anyways— BECAUSE OF THAT I was given more freedom to fill the blanks with just about anything that I want heheheh and I love daydreaming about it.

Whenever writing I try to keep things as canon compliant/realistically as possible, without placing too many limitations on me that I won't be able to do anything—so his development into someone a bit more likeable is... off, very very difficult, but I think very rewarding as well. and sweet because why not.

Hopefully when he's animated we'll be able to see more content of him, as well as more fans :> I feel that after he got his manga cover he kind of... died down a bit. And unfortunately, whenever something does happen in the manga pertaining to him, some take this opportunity to slander his fans or spread misconceptions. (now I got worried thinking what will happen when he's animated damn) but we shall see.

And lastly, but not least, thank you so much for your kind words regarding my work 🥺❤️ I never thought that my writing would ever get attention like this, specially for a character that isn't that popular, but akgagaklghajk aaaaghhhhh it warms my heart to know there's people out there that like Naoya, and my work too 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

TLDR: I like Naoya because I consider him handsome, has a personality that while shit, gives off this bad boy aura of "I hate everyone except my darling." (or idk maybe my delusions are talking haha.) is super talented in what he does, has a prestigious title, yet a lonely life that makes me pity him a bit; and I feel like he'd be a very passionate lover when it comes to it.

Thank you so much for sending in this ask 🤭 I hope it was able to bring you some insights of my mind 😏 Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[willowser]

willow!! i so love the way you characterise our faves 🥺💗 it’s spot on every time!!! as someone who writes as well, i honestly find it so intimidating to tackle complex characters (for me: bakugo, gojo, ++) & am amazed every time i read your works bc hOW ?????? you write them so well 🥹 forgive me for this q&a but!! are there any characters that you find are a bit intimidating because of their complexity? who? and how do you navigate characterising them 😳

omg tysm !!! 🥺🥺🥺 i really, really appreciate this bc characterization is probably the most important thing to me, when i'm writing !!! 🥺 and so to be complimented over it feels so like I'VE BEEN WITNESSED !!!! ajfhejak you're so kind, thank you truly 🥺🥺🩷✨️

BUT OH MAN i'm so afraid to write for so many because of their depth !!! gojo is a big one !! though i've started kicking him around in my head a bit more, he still intimidates me SO MUCH bc his character and trauma and backstory, how it all manifests into his personality, how that would translate romantically — it's all SO COMPLEX AJFJDKA so 👀 he scares me quite a bit 👀 but others would be like hawks, deku, aki, yuuta, shouto is another BIG one — though i literally just posted something for him LOL — toji, too !

characterization is honestly just so fun for me, like i love anything that's going to test how i specifically view a character, and i love trying to fit them into specific situations and seeing how i would justify their reactions ! i feel like in order for me to feel confident writing for a character, i just have to really understand them, like their goals in their stories, their friendships, how they form bonds, how they are socially compared to how their emotions are portrayed, what struggles they've overcome and how that would shape their personality, their fears and deep desires, etc. it's a lot !! so it's why i can only write a handful of characters at a time ajfheja bc then there's just so much space in my brain being taken by all the little hc's i have LOL

i think reading A LOT for them helps, as well !! and that's usually the first thing i do, because it's like research ! and i read from many different writers so that i'm not getting the same characteristics over and over again, and then once i kind of understand some of the more common themes they're written with, i start making connections between their personality and personal beliefs, fears, wants, etc. their past !

another thing that i actually think helps is like — writing so many au's LOL bc one thing about me, i'm gonna write an au akfhskak but i feel like if you take a character out of their world and stuff them into another, you still have to keep their core personality consistent or else you're just writing for some original character with a known and loved face slapped over it. but things can still be a little bit different, ofc, because THAT au character is going to have a different backstory than the original, so that will shape the personality some.

like for example, werewolf bakugou is a bit rougher and tougher than canon bkg, because he's LITERALLY a werewolf LOL and he's got those animalistic tendencies, plus all that he went through when that change affected his life. there's no all might or edge shot or anything like that, but !! he's got his own issues !!! .....maybe that's why i like au's so much, bc it's just another characterization test LOL

it's 2am. idk if this makes ANY SENSE or is even COHERENT. but thank you for asking i cherish you so so much !!!!

[missingn000]

Hey! I wanted to thank you for writing tpg (if it isn’t rude or presumptuous of me to do so, in which case I apologise) because reading it has been an absolute pleasure. I found your fic a month ago when I was still fairly new to jjk, and let’s just say it helped the brainrot along considerably— I was reading tpg as 2023 swung ‘round, so that’s how I entered the new year LOL

I freakin’ adore your writing style, it’s one of my favourites among all the fics I’ve read over the years. It’s effortlessly witty and so, so vivid; I never thought fight scenes could ever be adequately described with words until you came along and proved me wrong. Not to mention their wonderfully symbolic nature too, like Toji’s fight against Gojo highlighting his growth as a character, that he values Maki more than his own pride (which cost him the second fight anyway), plus Nanami’s interpretation of the meaning of life quite literally clashing with Higuruma’s. There are so many layers to be found, and I adore the nuances you’ve so seamlessly incorporated into… everything, really

On a slightly unrelated note, I’ve hoarded numerous screenshots of funny bits that made me lose my shit, in particular Toji’s desperate “the customer is always right!” and Nanami’s unimpressed “I will insult the customer on the grounds that he is an idiot” like 💀 this exchange lives rent free in my mind, you have no idea how many times it’s made me laugh. Thank you for writing this lmao. You brought together characters that have literally never interacted in canon, gave them a functional dynamic, and I love it.

This… got long, I’m sorry. I just adore tpg to the moon and back- it got me back into writing after many months of inaction.

Hope you’re having a good day! I apologise for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol

oh my god hi?? first off, please don't apologize!! this was such a wonderful message to wake up to and has brightened my mood throughout the whole day. it's such an honor that you were reading tpg when the new year hit 😭❤️️ tpg has been a constant source of my jjk brainrot as well, and i'm both thrilled and deeply sorry that it pulled you into this series too (/lh)

thank you so much for your compliments on my writing style!! i think it's evolved a lot throughout the story and it's my goal to be constantly improving. and it's always nice to know my jokes are actually funny and the imagery i'm trying to convey comes across :')

fight scenes are my absolute favorite thing to write, and the benefit of written fight scenes is that they can have so much more emotion and internal narrative than visual fight scenes. i try to carefully map out both the fight choreography and the thematic layers, so i'm seriously over the moon that it's working!!

SDFGHJ PLEASE i loved that interaction between nanami and toji too. i've heard the 'found fam gets nanami fired' scene is a fan favorite, which makes me so happy because i cackled the entire time while writing it. it's such a blast to explore potential dynamics we didn't have in canon!

i hope YOU'RE having a good day!! and your english is perfect omg. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING and for sending this incredibly sweet message!!!

[blkkizzat]

Happy Thursday 😊

Omggg i love that idea of reader being engaged maybe to Naoya (ik he nasty but him and his bleached hair and tight black shirt does things to me)

STOPPP THE PTSD I GOT FROM PLUG!CHOSO WAS SO DELICIOUSSSS like fr i need to send you a whole ass book report on how that fic made me see colors i didnt know existed because 😵‍💫 its my weakness when the angst only affects the male character and not the reader HDJSKSKA i been suffer too much in my life to want to read about a fictional me suffered so why not ruin a fictional man's life 🤷‍♀️ that fic came to me at a good time because honestly i was spiraling a bit over some fic i shldnt have read where reader was this pushover who got cheated on (and then threw her virginity to the man who cheated on her 💀)and i had to nope outta there so fast bc that personally aint for me, thats why im saying i looove your bimbo reader and like, she aint takin shit- she causing it 😂

Otaku!Gojo wasn't incel coded to me at all btw, in case i said smth that made you think otherwise 😭 he gen seemed like just his goofy ass self i love him so much. Also semi rare opinion but I like the virgin gojo fics because I really do think as much as gojo is such an extroverted little bug, he really does have his walls up on who he lets in emotionally 🥲 I feel like he might even have some internalized "well im not gonna date or fuck around because i dont want to drag anyone into my ugly world" hsjsjks idk i just feel like he might force himself to be lonely because he takes his responsibility seriously. Aughhhh, especially if he's in love with reader? I feel like man would be in the friendzone for years, be the best man at her wedding, and live and die loving herrrr 😭 im delulu but its just so loverboy gojo to me hehe. Also omg I have so many requests I wanna make before they close but honestly I'm secondhand exhausted from reading all the fics you already got going on LMAO

p.s your about the editor- ummmm excuse me???? YOU'RE SO GODDAMN PRETTY!!!! Like you gen have doe eyes and flawless skin I'm so jelly. Also i love the gloves w the dress 😍. You didn't ask but visually i would ship you with toji 😤 yall would have that bonnie and clyde hitman x bad bitch aesthetic going on !!

🍒 nonnie

🍒 nonny!!!! hi babes you doing good today???

LOL i totally feel you though, i wanna hate naoya so bad and then i be finding myself hate reading naoya x reader fics with a hand in my panties he's such a lil worm tho 😭

LMFAO listen i have that nicki quote in my m.list for a reason. tryna give these men trauma fr 😩. i want them absolutely SICK over us LOL! i totally get that, i hate when its a really well written fic too cause im like damn i wanna read more but i dont wanna be in my bed depressed tomorrow dkhsfliahsd.

but i feel like authors always come out a bit in our work, im definitely bimbo/brat reader. i do not take shit from these dudes irl so im not about to write reader getting cheated on or played unless reader is about to go scorched earth gone girl on their asses lmfao. like entire lives ruined lol.

also omg, yes, yes, yes. i totally agree about gojo. i actually think hes very emotionally stunted in canon, as its suggested by him, geto and sukuna in later chapters that being the strongest comes with isolation so growing up with so much expectations i feel as gojo sees himself as disconnected from others. in AUs i feel like this can manifest in him becoming more isolated. i almost feel like he's an extroverted introvert. that he probably feels more used to being isolated but still feels that need for connection. so yes friendzone for years. omg (not you making me feel bad for this man now lmfao).

You can make more if you want! like idk when im gonna get to everything cause im at the mercy of my adhd but honestly with all the fics i do have and these requests i think im pretty solid until the end of the year lmfaooo.

ALSO OMFGFGFGFGF you gonna make me cry whaaaat. tysm!! i went to a charity auction for my mba program. i work from home and im legit in a bonnet and an anime shirt 80% of the time so when i have the chance to glam up i really like to do that! ALSO WHAT!? GET OUT OF MY BRAIIIIN LOL!! So i thought of this one selfship, that i was going to make into toji x reader that was pretty much bonnie and clyde kinda relationship. but i didnt really know where the fic was going besides us causing general chaos and being super downbad for each other haha.

but omfg tsym for the long beautiful ask you're so sweet omfgbsjdbasdkj id die for you 🍒 anon you da best pookies!

[quiveringdeer]

I'm so glad I stayed up to binge this. future nat will graciously deal with the consequences cause this was such an amazing read. when I first scrolled upon this and read the tags I was just excited to read some potentially good hatefucking tbh

turned out to be INCREDIBLE hatefucking. but also with such believable progression. and fuck, the insults and shit that are said are things I'm so lucky to have never been called to my face but as someone who's struggled always being a big girl, It's the stuff that I've thought plenty of times and assume others have too. Especially with little assholish shit that happened as far back as 7th grade, honestly further if we count family comments, that I don't often think of but then when I do, It's no wonder my self-image suffers, ya know.

and anyway, it just all felt so REAL. and I'm really appreciative that you chose to take it there, even when that shit made me flinch to read. and after reading the second part I knew that whatever resolution came of this fic that you'd do it incredible justice, so I had to find out. But honestly wasn't even prepared for how phenomenal it all went.

I was so conflicted at the same points as YN, and feeling like a chump for falling for this asshole too. Luckily, fics let us see ALL the true feelings and thought processes we wouldn't have privy to in another's head, and recognize when someone is being full of shit or sincere. I know I could never put up with even a fraction of what YN did were this a real person. Cause there's just no way to know true motives especially when someone is such a shitty ass communicator as Noaya here. And I'm just rambling now but you did such amazing justice for the process of his character development throughout this.

I was expecting things to go way differently after the Toji thing, and like that broke me in a whole other way, but I couldn't even fully read through the smut in that part cause I couldn't get with Noaya saying all that fucked up shit and then pushing himself on YN during. And I don't often get that way. It's one thing when you're just kinda over smut for the sake of being over smut, but this was me just being emotionally rocked by it all --as someone who really likes dubcon stuff--and that just shows how brilliant your writing is to really pull that big reaction from me. And I'm just incredibly grateful to have ran across this fic. (Also that the after toji part ended how it did, cause it soothed all my unease I'm such a lovely way. Can't believe Noaya really thought she wouldn't be on birth control lmao but also the breeding kink dirty talk was Peeeeeak! 🧡)

And I really adored how at the wedding, YN was able to find comfort with Keiya. Before knowing who'd come into the bathroom my anxiety was through the roof that things were gonna be made so much worse--like the women would be assholes like the rest of the family or that Noaya would like swoop in to protect YN and win her favor which I'm sure would've been written well--but obviously your choices were the exceptional ones. Cause it wouldn't have felt satisfying written differently. Yn deserved to be able to find support elsewhere and I was so happy that path was taken.

When Noaya's brother came up to him, I thought he was gonna be the one to further help Noaya come to grip with his feelings--and well he did lmao, and again in a much better way than I anticipated. I'm glad he was just as big an asshole as the other men in the family and was a great foil for Noaya to see exactly how much of a dick he himself is.

there's so much more but I'm feeling shit with words and like this is already obnoxiously long and disjointed but the reconciliation was so beautiful. And I'm glad you had capacity to dedicate the amount of time you did for them to reeeeeally work through the struggles of communicating. And yeah. shitty childhood isn't a true excuse but also it can't be overlooked how deeply that and a continued emotionally stunted/devoid of emotion upbringing can create such an understandably toxic as fuck person like him. And the, I love you, during his climax!?!?! had me ascending to be honest. And all the ones prior to that was such a sweet touching path too. Then afterwards, him taking another maturtiy stepping stone to apologize to his aunt? Just such a wonderful way to really wrap things up! I'd love to read more of them but also am so completely satisfied by this whole series. Definitely at the top of my faves right now and I admire your writing so much! Looking forward to checking out your other stuff now! Thank you for writing and sharing this so random strangers like me get a chance to experience it 🧡

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word count: 12.9k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, blatant fatphobia (i.e. name calling, insults, just all around horrible behavior), angst, mild violence (somebody gets punched), drinking (i.e. getting drunk), vomiting, mentions of suicide, lots of communication, smut, face sitting, somewhat dom reader near the end

❥ A/N: heyyyy bitchessssss aldklajfla hope yall're doing well 💕 welp! It's finally here! It's much longer than i thought it would be but im happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it as well :) thank you for being patient and sticking with me on this journey. I'm very grateful for all your support and kind words about this series 💕

You were tougher than you looked. 

Naoya thought you would crack pretty quick, forty minutes, an hour tops. But there you were across the room, laughing along with his aunts, his little cousins running around and stopping by your side every so often. He watched you lean down and let them whisper something in your ear, taking a long drink when you smiled and looked back at them, telling them something in response. The scene would've usually tugged at his heart strings, made him want to put a baby in you and start a family of your own, but right now it made him sick. You shouldn't be over there: you should be by his side, giggling at his jokes and leaning in when he'd whisper gossip to you. You should've been next to him so he could wrap his arm around you, pull your chair closer to his, maybe move his hand down to your ass and squeeze. He could practically hear you whine in protest, pushing on his chest and pouting, complaining about him being so handsy when people were around–

"Are you listening?"

Naoya sighed, tipping back his glass of whiskey before glancing at the woman beside him. She was the daughter of some big-wig his father had invited, blonde and thin, her spray tan a bit darker than it should be. He was pretty sure her tits were fake too, but he wasn't certain.

"No, not really. What did you say?" She scoffed, leaning towards him, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her chest. Wasn't her outfit a bit too revealing for a black tie event? You were dressed much better than her, more mature, stunning–

"I was saying that I was going to go to Belize next month but Daddy is telling me that I can't go until I act more 'responsible' but like I've already found a super cute bikini and I invited all my friends–"

God, he didn't care, he didn't fucking care. This was quite possibly the last thing he wanted to be doing, listening to some ditzy twig talk about her stupid vacation. He wanted to be beside you, wanted to talk to you. He was still staring at you, wondering if you had considered this a vacation before you got mad at him, if this was something you'd want to do again when you weren't so angry, once you'd forgiven him. Maybe he could take you on a trip to Bora Bora to apologize, lavish you with gifts and enough attention to make you sick. He'd love to see you in a slutty lil swimsuit, something small and tight that squeezed you just right. Maybe he could get a private beach so he could keep you away from the lingering gazes of other men. Plus, he could always take your swimsuit off himself on that isolated shore and–

"Oh my God, you're not listening!" Naoya sighed and rolled his eyes, standing up and giving the girl a fake smile.

"Sorry, hun. Gotta go take a piss. Go find somebody else to talk to."

She scoffed as he walked away, mouth hung open in shock, but he didn't care. He moved around the tables and crowd, barely paying attention to the busy dance floor. His eyes were on you, on the curve of your back as you leaned forward on the table, smiling brightly as you typed away on your phone. You were alone, Keiko and Keiya off doing who knows what, so Naoya took the opportunity to pull out the seat next to you and sit down. You glanced up, frowning once you saw him, tensing as you looked back at your phone.

"So… you gonna ignore me all night? Or are we gonna act like adults and talk through this?"

"I have nothing to say to you," you spoke flatly, not peeling your eyes from your phone. Naoya pushed down his frustration, stifling the urge to yell and demand your full attention.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it would hurt you. I should've talked to you before introducing you to my dad." You didn't say anything, still typing on your phone, making him anxious. "I said I'm sorry."

"I heard you." He waited for you to continue, but when you didn't say anything else, he instinctively filled the space.

"Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Just let me make it up to you, okay? We can go away somewhere and just relax for a couple days, shit, we could leave for a couple weeks if you want, I don't care, just–"

"I don't want to be around you anymore, Naoya. I deserve better."

"Babe, please–"

"Please don't call me babe anymore. I don't wanna talk to you." You took a deep breath, grabbing your champagne glass and taking a sip. "I will be civil to you for the rest of this trip but I don't want anything to do with you once we get home." Oh, he didn't like that answer one bit. Desperate times.

"And what if I don't let you go home, huh? What if I just cancel your ticket and force you to stay?"

"Keiya said she would help me out if I needed anything." Shit.

"Oh, yeah? What else is Keiya gonna do for ya? She gonna take you shopping? Make you her sugar baby? Eat your pussy?"

"Y/N!!" Naoya stopped when his little cousins ran up to the other side of you, grabbing your dress and patting your leg. "They said they would do-do the chicken dance if-if-if enough people asked–"

"We wanna do the chicken dance with you!"

"Can you ask them pretty please? We wanna dance the chicken dance!" Your laugh was light and glittery, sweet as nectar, and Naoya found his anger melting at the sound. How could someone have him wrapped around their finger with just a giggle?

"Alright, alright, I'll go ask them. Are your mom and aunt gonna ask too?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yep!"

"Okay, then let's all go ask together. I'm sure they'll play it if we ask nice enough." The twins cheered, bouncing as you stood up. Naoya quickly reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist, making you look back at him confused.

"I'm not done talking." Your eyes darkened and you gave him a look he had never seen before: one of absolute indifference.

"I am." Your gaze did not falter as you shook him off, glaring at him before reaching for his cousins' hands, smiling down at them. "Let's go, ladies." You walked off without another word, not looking back, not giving any indication that he even existed to you. He felt his hands twitch as he watched you walk off. He bit at his lower lip, chewing it into oblivion as he looked down at his whiskey glass, mind racing.

Okay, she doesn't want to talk. That's fine. Two can play at that game. You can ignore her too. She'll be back at some point. But as his eyes trailed back up to you—as he saw how you smiled brightly at people you had just met—a small voice in his head arose.

She's not going to come back.

Okay, maybe she won't come back right away, but you can make it up to her. You've won plenty of women over after much worse actions. Maybe you could send her flowers or do one of those stupid grand gestures that they do in romance movies, show up to her job and get on your knees, beg her to forgive you. You can put on a show if it means getting her back.

As if that would make her forgive you. She's never shown interest in those things before; why would she start now? Naoya watched you across the reception room, leg bouncing as he saw his aunt Keiya lean towards you and whisper something in your ear. He felt his stomach churn when you tossed your head back and gave a heartfelt laugh. See? She doesn't need you. She never did. Why would she choose you over the dozens of other people who would treat her so much better?

She doesn't have dozens of people lining up to date her–

How do you know?

Oh, God. He didn't know. He didn't know at all. There was so much uncertainty around you—your past, your goals—did he even know what your favorite color was? What was your last name again? Did you even have parents? You two never talked about your families…

A large hand clapped onto Naoya's back, almost launching him into the table. He choked on his drink, stifling a cough as a boisterous laugh sounded beside him.

"Jeez, looks like somebody can't handle his liquor."

God damn it all.

"The fuck do you want, Naotake?" The elder Zen'in whistled, leaning down to get a better look at Naoya.

"Damn, who shit in your cereal this morning? Can't even give a polite 'hello' to your big brother?" Naoya gulped down his whiskey, sending his brother a glare.

"Maybe I would greet my brothers if they were worth my time."

"Just as cold as usual, I see. But seriously, how have you been? Haven't seen you since Ogi's wedding and that was years ago." Naoya kept quiet, staring at you from across the hall, watching you sway lazily with one of his little cousins in your arms, their cheek squished against your shoulder. His brother hummed, putting his hand on Naoya's shoulder. "Girl trouble?"

"Fuck off." Naotake gave a laugh, patting his shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's get you a refill." Naoya glanced down at his glass, sighing when he realized it was empty save for a bit of leftover ice. He begrudgingly stood up, pausing when his head spun for a moment, quickly recovering before walking to the bar with Naotake.

"Whiskey Sour or Old Fashioned?"

"Just straight."

"Shit, really? You must really be having a hard time." Naoya wanted to make a snide comment back, but his right temple pounded uncomfortably, leaving him mute. His brother didn't seem to care: he ordered a whiskey on the rocks for Naoya and a highball for himself, pushing a five dollar bill towards the bartender.

"So," he started, pushing the far-too-filled glass of whiskey to his brother, leaning against the bar, "what's her name?" Naoya stayed silent, contemplating his empty glass before pushing it away, grabbing the full one and tossing it back.

"Y/N."

"Pretty. How'd ya meet her?" Another chug, one that weighed heavy in the back of his throat, making his mouth sticky.

"She's my neighbor."

"Cute. So, you flirt with her by the mailboxes one day and make your move, or did it take time to ask her out?" Naoya's head felt heavy, like there were too many thoughts spinning around in his skull, weighing him down.

"We're not dating." The words came out without much thought, but the implication behind them left a hard pit in his stomach. Oh, God, is this how you felt when he had just called you his neighbor, indicating that you were nothing more? Did you feel just as sick and worthless as he did right now?

"Not dating? So why did you bring her?" Why did he bring you? Why did he whine and complain when you first said that you didn't want to come? Why did he insist that you spend time with him in a far away place?

"I… well, I wanted her to come."

"I understand that, but why?"

"Why are you interrogating me? Is it a crime to bring a plus one that you're not dating?" Naotake held up a hand in surrender.

"Hey, I didn't say anything like that. I'm just confused as to why you brought along a girl that you're not dating. Dating isn't really your style in the first place so I'm lost."

Dating really wasn't his style, for a multitude of reasons. Strict rules and a lack of a caring motherly figure in his childhood home: he just wasn't raised to love like that. Naoya had always considered himself a bachelor, going from woman to woman, enjoying them until he had his fill and then leaving them without any consideration for how they would feel waking up in an empty bed. He never liked the thought of dating, of being tied down to just one person, worried about the endless list of risks. He probably took that after his father, one of the many things he would inherit in his lifetime.

But then you came along, plump and beaming and filled to the brim with a sincerity he wasn't used to. He knew very well how fake people were in his world, singing his praises of how wonderful he was, the best Zen'in son, the clear heir to his father's empire. He was used to the exaggerations and the brown-nosing from strangers and friends in hopes that he would sprinkle a bit of his wealth onto them, blessing them with a fraction of his destined fortune. He knew how to sniff it out, how to play the game so he could trail people along as long as he liked until he grew bored and left them behind. He could taste the tracest amount of saccharine; he had grown accustomed to its flavor, to its artificial taste.

You, on the other hand, were pure sugarcane, sweet and honest and real despite how artificial the rest of the world was. It was refreshing, in a frightening way. Is that why he bullied you in the beginning, treating you like absolute garbage? Was he just so unused to genuine kindness that it made him build his walls even higher, turning him cruel and defensive and downright bitter?

"So, you're not dating but you brought your neighbor along with you anyways. Are yall fucking or something?" Naoya paused when his drink reached his lips, shrugging and downing the last of it, putting his glass on the counter and signaling for the bartender to refill it.

"I guess."

"Well, you are or you aren't, but if you brought her along then I assume you're at least fucking." Naoya pulled his newly filled glass back to him, swallowing down some phlegm building in the back of his throat. "Okay, then let me ask you this: does she matter to you?" 

What kind of question was that? Of course you did. You mattered more than people he knew since kindergarten, more than friends and family who only cared about him because his presence alone had benefits. And that didn't even scratch the surface of all the bullshit expectations he had to live up to.  You mattered so, so much; why couldn't you see that? Did one word really mean that much to you? Would being his girlfriend really have solved the inevitable downfall of your relationship? You would've left him sooner or later: either he would get bored or you would realize, just like today, that you deserved better. Why tie you down with a label when you would free yourself from it eventually? You both knew that he was trash; if it wasn't for his dad's money and influence, nobody would give him a second glance.

"To be honest, if you are fucking her, I'm surprised. She doesn't seem like she fits your standards."

"What?" he snapped at Naotake, glaring at him through the haze of booze coursing through him. Naoya's brother shrugged, staring straight ahead.

"I mean, she's kinda pretty, but not really hot. You always went after the hot girls so I'm just shocked that you went after a… big girl like her, ya know?"

No, he didn't know. What the fuck was his brother talking about? Not hot? Jesus, how blind could he be? You were absolutely radiant tonight; Naoya wasn't sure if he'd ever seen you so beautiful before. You looked like an angel, absolutely glowing under the hall's chandeliers, and this idiot had the audacity to say you weren't hot.

"If you don't see how hot she is then that's your problem."

"Ooo, someone's getting defensive. You sure you aren't dating?"

"Fuck off."

"Alright, alright," he mumbled, turning around to lean his back against the bar. "I'm just confused, I guess. I mean, you've always been an ass man so I can kind of see why you chose her—" how dare he look at you "—but I can't see the appeal of the rest of her."

"Naotake. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."

"Sure, but you know me. I like to give my opinion regardless!" He let out a hearty laugh, but Naoya didn't see what was so funny. He didn't see why his pathetic elder brother would laugh about something like this. "But seriously, Naoya, a fat girl? I just… I don't know, man, she's not ugly but she'd look a hell of a lot better if she cut the carbs and worked out once in a while."

Oh, that made his blood boil, which was odd since Naoya would've said something similar not even a year ago. But it was different coming from a stranger, from a nobody that didn't know the first thing about you. He'd never know how soft the wide expanse of your skin was or how sweetly you keened when someone squeezed your tummy while pounding your perfect cunt or how your round cheeks felt when he cupped your face and you smiled. He was just spouting ignorance at this point. Regardless, it pissed Naoya off.

"Like her face is pretty and all, and sure her tits look good, but Jesus, you can see her belly pushing up against her dress and shit. It looks gross. If you are fucking her, you must do it from the back all the time so you don't have to see it."

God, is this how Naoya used to talk? Was it the booze making him realize how terrible this all sounded? Considering all the horrible things he once said about your body before he knew you, no wonder you were so willing to drop him the minute he fucked up.

"I mean, credit where credit is due, she's got a nice rack on her. Bet her areolas look like bologna slices, huh?"

Naoya downed the last of his drink, setting it on the counter with a thud. He was getting tired of this, getting sick of hearing his stupid, worthless brother go on and on about you, talking about you like you were nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded.

You have no right to complain. You treated her the exact same way.

"To be honest with you, if you're not dating then I may take her for a spin. At least then I could find out what all the fuss is about with a whale like her–"

It all happened so fast. The wind-up, the followthrough, his older brother falling to the floor and grabbing his cheek. Naoya hadn't even fully processed that he had punched Naotake until his hand started to throb, blood rushing to the point of contact. 

He was breathing heavily, eyes glazed as he stared at his brother, not blinking until one of his distant family members rushed over to help him up off the ground. Naoya inhaled sharply, head spinning as he looked up at the reception. Not many had noticed what just occurred, but it was enough to make him shrink in on himself. He could see his father's disapproving glare across the room, his bimbo of a receptionist sitting on his lap, clinging to him tightly. Naoya's eyes struggled to scan the attendees, eventually settling on you. You were staring right back, eyes wide in shock or fear, your hands holding his cousin's head towards your shoulder so she couldn't see the events that were unfolding. 

His stomach twisted horribly as he struggled to swallow. He turned his back on the crowd, looking up at the nervous bartender. He leaned against the bar, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Gimme the bottle."

"S-Sir… I'm not sure if —" Naoya reached out quickly, grabbing the poor man by the collar, pulling his face close.

"The bottle." The bartender gulped, grabbing the nearby bottle of whiskey and putting it up on the counter. Naoya released him, tossing him a bill of unknown value before snatching the bottle, rushing out of the reception.

Stupid stupid stupid, he repeated as he trudged to the elevators, pulling the cork lid off and drinking straight from the bottle. He hit the wrong floor at first, but corrected himself after focusing on the numbered buttons for far too long. The elevator made him woozy, but he made it out alive, wobbling down the hall as he gulped down too much whiskey. Hopefully he'd feel better after a short shower and some sleep. Maybe he wouldn't be so miserable in the morning.

No. Who was he kidding? He deserved to feel this shitty, to drown his sorrows in alcohol until he blacked out. What better punishment than misery for the scum of the Earth?

"Are you sure you wanna go alone, hun? We can send one of his uncles up with ya."

"No, I'll be fine."

"Alright… I'm just worried he'll get violent with you too." You paused, contemplating her words.

"I'll be alright. I can take care of myself." Keiya gave you a sympathetic smile, holding out her hands to take Mai. You transferred the sleeping girl to her aunt's shoulder, rubbing her back soothingly before smiling at her. "Thank you for looking out for me tonight. I really appreciate all of it."

"No problem, hun. If you need anything—anything at all—you've got my number, okay?" You nodded, giving the woman one more side hug before pulling away, waving at Keiko before leaving the reception. It was a short trip to the elevator and up to your floor: you didn't see Naoya anywhere along the way, assuming he would be in your shared room having a temper tantrum of sorts. A part of you didn't want to check on him, wanted to make him wallow in misery for a while, but you were better than that. You still cared about him despite it all. You'd made a strong emotional connection with him; you couldn't get rid of those feelings within a couple hours, despite how badly you wished you could.

You were shifting through your clutch to find your key card, looking up and slowing down once you reached your room. There was Naoya, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head slumped to one side and eyes closed. There was an empty bottle of whiskey beside him, his jacket on the other side, bow tie unraveled and resting around his neck.

"You look like shit," you muttered mostly to yourself, shaking your head as you took in the pathetic display in front of you. Naoya peeked at you with one eye, soon closing it and slumping back.

"F'rgo ma card." You shook your head, snorting softly.

"And after all the nagging you did to make sure I had mine." You leaned down to pick up the empty bottle and his coat, shaking his shoulder. "C'mon, asshole. Let's get you in bed." He groaned, slouching even further towards the ground.

"Don' wanna."

"Although I would love to leave you out here as a way of revenge, I'd feel bad. Get up." Naoya huffed, giving a weak attempt at resisting your hand tugging at his upper arm. He got to his knees eventually, pausing for quite a while before getting up on his feet with your help. He wobbled and you struggled to steady him, but he found his footing and was able to stand while you unlocked the door. You pushed it open with your foot, keeping an arm around his waist as you guided him inside.

"Jesus, Naoya, what am I going to do with you?" He huffed, leaning too much of his weight onto you.

"Where's Y/N?" Oh, wonderful, he didn't realize who you were. You weren't sure if that made things better or worse.

"I don't know," you lied, dropping his coat and the empty glass bottle on the table near the door. He grumbled something incoherent, leaning further into you, making you groan. "Naoya! Come on, this is ridiculous, you gotta get up!"

"Wan' Y/N… where is she?"

"Jesus Christ," you lifted Naoya's chin, forcing his dazed expression to point to you. "I'm here, see? I'm right here." He blinked groggily, struggling to straighten up and stand on his own. Once he did, he cupped your face, squinting at you, pushing your chubby cheeks together.

"Y/N?" he slurred. You sighed, nodding into his hands. He sucked in a breath, his eyes softening considerably before he pulled you to him, burying his face into your hair. "Oh, baby, I missed you. Missed you so much."

You relaxed yourself as best you could in his grasp, letting him squeeze you tightly. It was better to let him do as he pleased while he was drunk; the last thing you wanted was for him to stumble and get hurt if you tried to push him away. You pat his shoulder, letting him breathe in your scent.

"Ma sweet baby, ma pretty girl. I missed you so much, beautiful." You braced yourself for his eventual wandering hands, expecting him to reach down and squeeze your ass as best he could in his drunken state, but his hands didn't move. His arms stayed wrapped around your shoulders, one hand bracing the back of your head, keeping you secure. You weren't sure how long you had stood there before he pulled back.

"My sweet girl," he muttered, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips. It was lazy and uncoordinated, wet and messy. You kept your mouth sealed shut, face twisting at the strong smell of alcohol suffocating your senses. Maybe you should just push him off, maybe call for somebody to come take care of him so you wouldn't have to deal with this—

You didn't have time to decide. Just a moment later, Naoya pulled away, staring blankly for a minute before releasing you and rushing into the bathroom. You heard the toilet seat open followed by the sound of him gagging, apparently throwing up. You cringed, grateful that he at least didn't release his stomach contents on you. You sighed, kicking off your heels, moving to your suitcase.

You entered the bathroom with a glass of water and a headband, cautiously moving to Naoya's side. He was keeled over the toilet, his head hanging over the bowl. He spit out some phlegm, heaving a bit and breathing heavily.

"Here," you cooed, gently stretching the headband over his skull, slowly pulling it so his hair was held back. "There. At least your hair is out of the way." He didn't respond when you pulled away. You moved to a shelf holding towels, grabbing a washcloth and going to the sink. You drowned it in cold water, wringing it out before going back to Naoya. You pressed the washcloth on the back of his neck, brushing aside a few hairs with your free hand.

"I wish I was dead," Naoya blubbered, his mouth covered in a layer of saliva, a string of spit leading into the toilet.

"No, you don't," you replied, moving the washcloth to his forehead, pressing the cool towel against him. "You're just drunk and you don't feel good."

"Nobody would care." He leaned further against the toilet, arms hugging the bowl. "Y/N wouldn't care. She'd be happier." Ah, so he forgot who you were again.

"No, she wouldn't." You wiped his mouth, cleaning off the spit, standing up and walking back to the sink.

"Yeah… she would. She hates me. Ev'rybody hates me."

"No, they don't." Where was this coming from? Naoya was the most narcissistic, egotistical jerk you had ever met. Suddenly he was depressed? It doesn't add up, you thought, going back to where he kneeled.

"Ev'rythin would be better if I was dead," he babbled, sighing when you laid the cool washcloth on the back of his neck. "Wanna jump off a buildin."

"Don't talk like that," you whispered, rubbing his back. He grew silent, suddenly hunching further over the bowl and throwing up some more. You winced, turning away slightly as he upchucked, spitting out the last of it.

"'m a piece a shit." Well, you couldn't argue with that. "I miss her sho, shooo much. I wanna kiss 'er." He leaned back on one hand, almost falling over as he reached for his phone in his back pocket. He fumbled with it, slowly pressing against the screen before lying down on the floor, letting the phone fall beside him. You could faintly hear your phone buzzing in the next room, vibrating in your clutch bag. Was he really calling you? You waited to find out.

You could hear your voicemail play on his phone, making him moan pathetically. He weakly kicked his foot, a sad attempt at a temper tantrum. The tone beeped and Naoya turned his head towards his phone.

"Y/N," he whined, drawing out your name. "'m sorry. Please don' hate me. I miss you, wantchu so bad. Please come back, I love you sho much. So shooooo much."

You felt your heart clench at the gloomy display in front of you. Why did this have to happen now when he was drunk and sad? Why couldn't he have declared his love for you when he was sober, when he was coherent, when he could look into your eyes and mean every word? He was only saying these things because he was upset and lonely and drowning in alcohol. It was disappointing, leaving your stomach in knots as he continued to babble on to his cell phone.

"I can't do this," you whispered, sluggishly leaving the room. You reached behind you to unzip your dress, tugging it off, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. You crouched beside your luggage, grabbing your sleep shirt… the one Naoya had given you weeks ago. Your pride told you to toss it aside and choose something else, but it was soft and smelled good. It had made you feel safe and secure on the hard nights you spent alone, when Naoya wasn't around to hold you tight and make all those dumb insecurities disappear. You snuggled the fabric for a moment, breathing it in, heart aching.

"It's not fair…" you mumbled, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "Of all the assholes to fall for… why'd it have to be you?"

Naoya awoke with a pounding headache. He could feel his heartbeat behind his eyes, his stomach churning as he gained consciousness. Shit, he thought with a groan, bringing his hand to his head, squeezing the bridge of his nose. What happened last night? He hadn't drank like that in ages, the last time being a huge frat party celebrating some sport's team. He reached around, fumbling on the nightstand until he found his phone. He squinted as he looked at the time, groaning when he saw that it was barely past five am. He put his phone back down, reaching behind him, searching for you–

Wait. Naoya inhaled sharply, hurrying to turn on the nightstand lamp, turning around to see the empty space beside him. His heart beat faster as he grabbed his phone, swallowing when he didn't see any message from you. He dialed your number, sitting up as the phone started to ring. He heard a faint vibrating, making him furrow his brow. He looked at your side once again, seeing your phone on the nightstand. What the–

He heard the toilet flush. He waited, watching light shine out of the bathroom before flickering away. You walked around the corner, rubbing your eyes, squinting at him. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before Naoya realized he was still calling your phone. He hung up, setting his phone down and looking back at you.

"I… I didn't know where you were." You sniffed, shrugging and trudging tiredly to your side of the bed.

"'m here," you mumbled, pulling back the covers and plopping down on the bed, sighing as you snuggled into your pillow. He gazed at your back, his heart clenching terribly.

"Are you still mad at me?" He waited for a response, watching you all the while, swallowing when you didn't answer. "Look, I know I messed up and I'm so sorry, Y/N. Please let me make it up to you." 

Still nothing. The silence was consuming him, suffocating him, dragging him down into the abyss where he worried he could never crawl out. He cautiously laid down behind you, slowly inching closer to your back.

"Please, Y/N," he pleaded again, hesitantly reaching out to fiddle with your loose nightshirt. It was a gift from him yet you still chose to wear it: that meant something, right? If you really hated him, you wouldn't have bothered to put it on. You would've tossed it aside but you were wearing it. It had to be a good sign… right?

"Y/N," he whispered again, itching for a response, for some kind of acknowledgement. God, this was like when Toji visited all over again, when you ignored him as best you could for almost two weeks straight. He couldn't stand that silence, that distance from you. It was worse now that you were right here beside him, within his reach and yet miles away.

"Please talk to me." He could feel it now, that terrible bubbling in his throat, shooting towards his eyes and making them burn. Fuck fuck fuck–

"Please say something," it was barely a breath, so soft you could've mistaken it for a breeze, but there was a crack you heard that made your eyes open wide. You listened, confirming your suspicions before you sat up quickly, turning on the lamp beside you before looking back at Naoya.

"Are you crying?" He froze, his face flushed a brilliant scarlet as he sunk under the covers quickly. You didn't let him hide for long, tugging at the sheets and exposing him to your gaze, causing him to shrink and huddle into the t-shirt you helped him into last night. "Naoya," you called, putting a hand on his arm just for him to curl further into himself, trying his best to avoid your touch. "Naoya… Naoya, look at me."

"Mm-mm," he mumbled, shaking his head under his clothes. You sighed, feeling how his skin was burning, hands trembling slightly as they covered his face. You placed your hands on top of his, gently coaxing them away.

"Don't hide from me." He didn't move as you laid down beside him again, just a few inches away from him. His hands were twitching slightly, a result of him trying to control his involuntary shaking. You rubbed your thumbs against them, trying to soothe him. You stayed quiet as you reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it down slowly. Naoya was tense as you moved, eyes squeezed shut as his face was exposed. You could see tears staining his rosy cheeks, his lower lip tugged between his teeth.

"Naoya… why are you crying?" He shook his head, turning onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow.

"'m not." God, he was such a terrible liar. Even when you could clearly see the truth, he still insisted on putting up a front.

"Why are you crying, Naoya?"

"Fuck off, 'm not cryin'," he grumbled turning from his stomach to his other side, his back to you. Seriously?

"Why do you do this?" Naoya sniffled, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"...What?"

"This," you gestured towards him, pushing yourself up into a seated position. "Acting all sad and pretending you want me and then pushing me away." Naoya frowned, turning onto his back and wiping at his face.

"I'm not pretending to want you—"

"Seriously? That's the part you're worried about? Not the 'pushing me away' bit?" He huffed, propping himself up on his elbows to face you better, his depression morphing into rage.

"I'm not pushing you away—"

"You're so delusional—"

"What?" You scoffed, shaking your head and crossing your legs, leaning over to rest your elbows on your knees.

"Fine, well, regardless, you get all huffy and puffy when shit doesn't go your way but the minute I'm upset with something, suddenly it's 'you're overreacting' and 'why are you so upset', as if my feelings aren't as valid as yours."

Naoya paused, brow furrowed. Did he do that? He couldn't remember ever doing it, but he wasn't exactly reliable when it came to recollecting how he's hurt people. It really shouldn't have surprised him that he didn't remember anything you claimed he did. He slowly sat up, contemplating your accusations.

"I… I never said your feelings weren't valid."

"You didn't need to." Your voice was laced with venom, thick and wet and oh so sad. "It's how you act, Naoya. You're allowed to get angry or upset whenever you want, but when I do it…" You drifted off, letting the silence consume the two of you before shrugging hopelessly. "It feels like my feelings don't matter to you."

"What are you talking about?" he spoke softly, scooching closer to you. "Your feelings do matter—"

"Since when?" you snapped, whipping around to glare at him. "From the moment we met, you rarely considered my feelings on things." You held up your hand, hooking your index finger on your opposite pinky. "You insulted me for months, acting like the shittiest neighbor ever, making all kinds of noise. You basically forced yourself on me the first time we fucked, and after that you practically manipulated me into being friends with benefits." You lowered your hands as you turned away, picking at the skin around your nails as you continued. "Then once I finally think you're becoming a better person, you go back to being yourself once Toji shows up. And then you treat me like shit again and get upset when I don't want to be around you anymore. And then you force yourself onto me again. Do you see a pattern here?"

Yes, he did, but not because he wanted to. Have you always disapproved of his actions? Did you truly dislike how he's treated you? He knew he was crass and rude at times, but he thought you still accepted him at the end of the day. How blind he had been…

"I… I didn't…"

"Every time I think I'm done with you, you bring out the best in yourself and make me forgive you. You make me fall for you over and over again and it's making me nauseous." 

Now that… that caught his attention.

"You…" He paused, licking his lips. "You fell for me?" Silence again, absolutely deafening. 

"... Yeah. And I hate it." Fuck, that hurt to hear. You fiddled with your fingers, smoothing out the skin as you spoke. "I don't want to like you. You're such an asshole most of the time but then when we're alone you get all soft and sweet and make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world who matters. It's so fucking infuriating." Naoya scoffed, almost chuckling, moving to sit beside you as his knuckles brushed your arm. 

"Babe, you are the only girl in the world who matters to me—"

"See?" you snapped, yanking your arm out of his reach, making him flinch. "You're doing it again! Making me feel bad for ever disliking you and trying to win my favor…" Naoya opened his mouth to speak, soon closing it shut and biting his tongue. Silence settled over the two of you again, like a warm blanket, heavy and suffocating.

"I feel like," you started, wringing your hands, "like I'm the only one who's honest about their feelings. Like I'm the only one who says how they truly feel." He furrowed his brow, trying not to glare at you out of the corner of his eye.

"What are you implying?"  You huffed, turning back to him.

"Oh, come on, Naoya. You've hid your feelings long enough."

"What—"

He shut up when you grabbed your phone, watching curiously as you tapped away at it, increasing the volume. He blushed when he heard his voice ring out.

"Y/N! 'm sorry. Please don' hate me. I miss you, wantchu so bad. Please come back, I love you sho much. So shooo—"

"I—T-Turn that off!" he stuttered, reaching for your phone, attempting to pull it away and shut it off. You kept it out of his reach, getting up on your knees and holding your phone over his head.

"Why? This is how you really feel, right? Or were you lying last night to make me like you again—"

"I wasn't lying—"

"So you do like me?"

"I…"

Naoya curled in on himself, looking down at his hands. He rubbed his fingertips a bit, chewing his bottom lip incessantly. You waited patiently for him to continue, to give some kind of explanation for his behavior recently. Instead, he sighed loudly, mumbling a curse under his breath as he lowered himself to the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You relaxed, turning off the voicemail he sent you last night, sinking down to the bed with him. It felt oddly calming laying beside him like that. Despite your anger and frustration at his actions, it was still nice to be alone with him, to see him for who he truly was.

"You remember when you didn't talk to me for, like, two weeks? Back when Toji visited?" He glanced over at you, inhaling sharply when you nodded. He swallowed hard, tucking his chin to watch his hands fumble with each other. "Seeing you doing so well without me pissed me off. I wanted you to be miserable. I wanted you to be sad and angry. I wanted you to want me back, but… but you were fine." His hands squeezed each other hard, rubbing dangerously rough, almost cutting off circulation. "You didn't need me around. You didn't need me before we started fucking and you don't need me now. There's nothing keeping you with me. You're doing just fine on your own. I don't… I don't add anything to the relationship. I might as well be dead weight. You don't need me."

You scrunched your face up, propping your head up and resting your cheek against your palm.

"How long have you felt like this?" you whispered, feeling surprisingly tender considering who you were talking to.

"Since you ghosted me, when Toji was around." He clenched his jaw, looking back up at the ceiling. "And it… I mean, it hasn't gone away. I know you could ghost me again any day now. And I wouldn't blame you, I don't think. You'd be better off without me." You frowned. Where was this coming from? Was this really the narcissist that acted all lovey-dovey and then left you hanging so many times? It felt so unlike him, so raw and open. You weren't sure how you felt about it yet.

"Why do you say that?" you asked quietly.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," he practically groaned, looking at you before motioning towards himself. "Look at me. I'm a spoiled rich kid, I've never had to work a day in my life. My only redeeming quality is my money and even then that doesn't fix every situation… I know you feel the same."

"Naoya, I—"

"I don't blame you. I mean," he sighed loudly, running a hand over his face, "it fucking sucks, but it's not like you're wrong for thinking that. If I died today, it's not like it would change anything. The world would keep spinning, my family would be fine. You'd be fine. But just the thought of you not talking to me anymore makes me wish I was dead. If you were gone forever? Shit, I don't know what I'd do. Probably become an alcoholic like my dad. Who knows?"

You could feel your heart breaking, the sharp pang of sorrow flowing through you. This wasn't the Naoya you had met so many months ago, who had insulted you and made you feel worthless. You were hesitant to say that this was the real Naoya, the one whose walls were broken down and he was laid bare, unprotected and vulnerable. Raw, pure, honest.

"Naoya… I had no idea you felt this way…" He shrugged.

"You shouldn't have to. It's not your fault. I'm just stupid and selfish—"

"Hey—"

"—honestly, sometimes I think everyone would be better off without me—"

"Stop."

Your hand found his chest, pressing down, urging him to stop. He tensed under your touch, but he didn't try to push you away. He sniffed, clearing his throat, a single tear falling past his lashes and moving down his temple. If you hadn't been staring, you would've never noticed it. You laid down beside him again, your hand beginning to draw circles on his sternum. 

"Is this really how you feel?"

"... yeah…"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I… I don't know. I thought you might come to your senses and leave me sooner." You sighed, resting your cheek against his shoulder, frustrated in a dozen different ways.

"We could've talked about this, Naoya."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just… I don't know." You gave a half smile at his awkward wording, tapping his chest lightly.

"You're not very good at communicating your feelings." Naoya scoffed, his arm slipping around you, gentle but secure. You didn't push him away, feeling strangely safe under his sturdy limb.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I got any practice as a kid." You hummed.

"Was your childhood really that bad?"

"No… I mean…" Naoya sighed, his hand beginning to rub circles on your back, soft and soothing. "I got everything I wanted. I didn't have to worry about the same shit as other kids, but I never had a mom and my dad was never around. I was pretty much raised by tutors and governesses and shit."

No mother? You propped yourself up just a bit, tucking your chin into his chest, gazing at him curiously.

"What happened to your mom?" He shrugged, the motion making you shift a bit, but his arm kept you securely against him. You were surprised that you found it comfortable.

"I don't know. She left when I was a baby, when I was less than a year old. She wasn't happy with her life and so she just got up and left one day. I don't remember anything about her. Apparently I have her eyes."

She must have had very pretty eyes, is what you instinctually wanted to say, but you kept your lips pursed together, absorbing his words.

"...I'm sorry you had to go through that, Naoya." Another shrug, a lopsided smile to try and ease your worries.

"Eh… it's whatever. I've been over it for years."

A lull fell over the two of you, weighing you down. It wasn't uncomfortable like it was before, at least not to you. Your mind was racing with the information Naoya had just disclosed to you. His past didn't excuse his actions, but it explained it a bit. It made sense that he was closed off and defensive, the fear of abandonment settled deep within his amygdala, dictating his actions before he could even process the situation he was in. It was a natural fight or flight response: he'd been so used to fighting that his normal response to anything was to act defensive. At least then he could try and avoid being hurt.

"Look… if you're gonna leave me, please just rip the bandaid off now and—"

"Shhhh." Your head found his chest, cheek squished against his bicep as you tried to think. Naoya hurt you, as he did many times, and he apologized just like he had all those other times in the past. You knew he could very well hurt you again—that's what his pattern of behavior was suggesting. You knew that he could very likely make you cry and feel miserable, treat you like shit, beat you down again and again until you were a shell of your former self.

You should break up with him for good. You should leave him. This is what he deserves. He deserves to be miserable. He deserves to feel like shit. He's an awful human being and he doesn't deserve to be happy. He doesn't deserve you.

And yet…

"Are you sorry for all the times you've ever hurt me?" you asked, breaking the silence between you.

"Yes," Naoya replied instantly, his arm holding you close, snuggling you to him. You lifted your head, staring at him intensely, making him wince under your gaze.

"Are you really sorry?"

"...Yes." Your eyes narrowed.

"You hesitated."

"Well, shit, I'm just trying to figure out where you're gonna go with this. Like, what's the point—"

"Shush." He quieted, watching you sit up beside him. You glanced at a random point in the room, looking back at him seriously.

"If you admit that you love me, I'll accept your apology."

Oh, that got his attention. Naoya perked up far more than you anticipated, his skeptical scowl disappearing as he propped himself on his elbows.

"Really? You mean it?" he asked, his voice light and hopeful. It made your stomach flip in the best way. Damn him for being so cute.

"Yeah, I do." Naoya paused, licking his lips as he silently weighed his options. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, his face getting redder the longer time passed. He suddenly cleared his throat, lifting his gaze so he could look at you.

"I… I, um… I love you…" You leaned towards him, tilting your head.

"And you mean it?"

"Yes."

"With your whole heart?"

"Yes." Your heart started to pound, that familiar lightheadedness from the beginning of your relationship rearing its head.

"You're sure—" Naoya groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Jesus, yes! Yes, I mean it."

He was frustrated, clearly, but that blush was still there, pink cheeks glowing under the soft light of the bedside lamp. You let his words settle in the air, a hint of a smile playing at your lips as a thought developed in your brilliant brain.

"Hmm… say it again." He blinked owlishly.

"Huh?"

"Say you love me again." He blushed harder, his face turning scarlet, creeping down towards his neck and the tips of his ears.

"Jeez, seriously, Y/N?"

"Mm-hm." You leaned further towards him, foreheads almost touching, forcing him to look at you. "I won't accept your apology unless you do."

"Jeez…" His face was a beautiful crimson, reminding you of fresh strawberries. You would've bitten into him if you weren't trying to teach him a lesson. "I… I love you." The words came out soft, anxious, nervous that you would reject him anyways. You hummed, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to think for a moment.

"Alright. I accept your apology." Naoya exhaled loudly, body relaxing as he felt victory overcome him.

"Finally—"

"But!" you interrupted, raising your finger and tapping his nose. "That doesn't mean I forgive you." Shock, disbelief, then agitation.

"What?! Why not?"

"I just don't. I won't forgive you unless you tell me that you love me more." Naoya groaned, falling back onto the sheets.

"Jesus fucking Christ—"

"Come on, Naoya," you cooed, swinging your leg over his hips, straddling him. He watched with wide eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest, cutely pouting down at him. "Don't you love me, bubby? Don't you wanna make me happy?" The nickname was what really made him flustered, his cock stirring at the feeling of your body pushed into his. He swallowed his arousal, trying his best to scowl at you.

"You're insufferable—"

"But you love me—"

"Jeez, yes!" he practically shouted, hands cupping your cheeks and forcing the two of you to keep eye contact. "Yes, I love you. I love you, okay?" His words made you quiver, a shiver rolling down your back and through your limbs as his words settled in. He sighed as he let you go, slumping back into the bed. "Are we done? Are you happy?"

"Hmmm… I guess so… but—" You wiggled your hips against him, making him sputter as you rubbed against his growing erection. "—just because I forgive you doesn't mean I'll keep dating you."

"Y/N, I swear to God, if you keep—"

You cut him off with a kiss, soft lips pressing into him as his words died out. He moaned quietly, arms wrapping around you and holding you snuggly against him. You could feel any anger left inside you fizzling out, the only heat left behind emanating from your core. You pulled away when he licked at his lips, leaving him hazy and disappointed that he couldn't deepen the kiss. You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"Tell me you love me one more time and I'll stay." You saw his eyes glimmer with hope, and it shouldn't have made you as happy as it did. His hand found yours, squeezing it tight, worried you would disappear.

"You mean it? You won't go?"

"No, I won't, but only if you say it—"

"I love you," he said without hesitation, eyes sincere as he pressed his forehead to yours, noses kissing. "I love you so much, Y/N… please don't go…" It felt good to see him like this, desperate for you and your love. You wanted to see more of him like this in the future; you wanted to break down those walls completely so that this was the only part of him left.

"Alright, I guess I'll stay," you teased, arms slipping around his neck, "but only because it's too hard starting a new relationship." Naoya rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the grateful smile on his face.

"You're the most annoying woman I've ever met." You giggled, brushing your nose against his.

"But you still love me." You heard a vague 'shut up' as he pressed his lips back into yours, kissing you tenderly, lovingly. He rarely gave these kinds of kisses, usually hungry or holding back just a bit, but you were glad to find that he was relaxing with you, as if he finally felt safe with you. You sucked his bottom lip lightly, making him sigh and pull back, brushing your cheek as he gazed deeply into your eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N." You could hear the sorrow laced in his tone, not completely obvious but still there. You sighed, giving a small peck to the side of his mouth.

"I know." He huffed, squeezing your waist.

"I'm serious," he insisted, hugging you tighter. You hummed, pushing yourself up to get a better look at him.

"Yeah?" you chirped, hands running over his pecks. You ground your hips down on him, smiling when you heard the strangled groan he let out. "Then prove it. Show me how sorry you are."

You heard him sigh shakily before he sat up, capturing your lips with his. His hands found the pulp of your waist, squeezing a bit too hard. Maybe he didn't believe this was really happening, maybe he was trying to ground himself back to reality so he could accept that you were here with him. Whatever it was, it didn't faze him for long. His hands were already crawling up your nightshirt, palms flattening against your soft stomach.

"I missed you," he mumbled against your lips, kneading your flesh as he climbed up your torso. "Missed you so much."

"It was—ah—it wasn't even a whole day—"

"I don't care," he breathed, sighing shakily when he cupped your breasts and gave them a squeeze. "I thought—shit—thought I would never see you again. Thought you'd disappear on me and move away or somethin." You couldn't stop yourself from snickering, hands tangling in his hair.

"Oh my god, Naoya, it wasn't even a few hours—"

"You say that like it matters." He tugged up your shirt, tucking it over your breasts and cursing silently. "I get upset when you're gone for twenty minutes."

"Do you—ah!" He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking feverishly as he fondled the other, hurried and anxious. "Do… Do you really mean that?" you breathed.

"Yeah," he sighed, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple before taking it in his mouth again. He sucked it a moment longer before releasing it with a wet pop. "I hate how much I miss you. Makes me feel like a sissy."

"But it's cute," you whined, guiding him to the other nipple, gasping when he nibbled at the soft bud. "I like hearing you say those things. Wish you'd be more honest with me." He scoffed against your skin, pulling back to gaze up at you, a trail of spit left behind.

"You're just teasin' me—"

"I'm not," you insisted, grinding against him needily, panting already. "I wanna hear those things. I wanna know how much you like me. It makes me feel special." Naoya paused, licking at his lips as he mindlessly played with your tits.

"Yeah? You… you like when I talk about this stuff?"

"Mm-hm." You pulled away just to tug your shirt over your head and toss it aside, pressing your bare chest against him. You slipped a hand between the two of you, grinding your palm into his cock, making him hiss in a breath. "Tell me more."

"Shit." Naoya guided you to sit flush against his thigh, urging you to grind your hips against his leg. "I-I think about you all the time, ya know that? It feels like—oh God—like I'm going crazy."

"Yeah? Whaddya think about?"

"Fuck, I—I don't know. Anything, everything. You're so pretty I wanna throw up. Your eyes, your hair, your lips—fuck, I love your lips—" His hand snuck down into your shorts, breath hitching when he discovered that you weren't wearing underwear.

"That all? You only think about how I look?"

"No, I—fuck—I-I think about all of you. How smart you are, how you make me laugh—you're so nice, ya know that? Do you have any idea how sweet you are? God, I feel like I could get a fuckin cavity just thinkin bout you." He cursed when you whined, gawking at how your hips bucked into his hand, begging for more.

"More, t-tell me more, baby."

"Shit, uh—" Naoya struggled to come up with something to say, too focused on how this was getting you off, how just his words alone were making your cunt weep into his hand. "I-I hate when other people look at ya. I hate when they talk about you or eye you up, especially when I'm right there. Makes me wanna fuck you right in front of em, let em know that you're all mine, nobody else's—fuck, c'mere—" He grabbed the back of your neck, smashing his lips into yours and moaning loudly. You keened, arching your body into him, hopelessly humping his hand and grinding your clit against his palm. You could already feel your orgasm building, that delicious heat coursing through your veins coming straight from your cunt. You probably could cum from this alone, but Naoya pulled his hand away before you could attempt to do that. You whined when he let you go.

"Shh, don't worry, princess. I'm gonna take care of ya." He tugged roughly at your shorts, almost throwing you off of him trying to get them off. He squeezed your thighs once he tossed the shorts to the floor, falling back to the bed and pulling on your hips. "C'mon. Want you to sit on my face." You froze, blinking down at him.

"Your… your face?" Naoya hummed in confirmation, trying to guide you up his chest again, but you didn't budge. "I—w-wait, we've never—I-I've never—"

"Never what?" he almost snapped, clearly impatient to get you on top of him. He watched you sputter, hands wringing each other, eyes looking anywhere but at him. He blinked, staring at you for a moment before his eyes narrowed. "You've never—have you ever sat on someone's face, baby?" You felt your cheeks burn hot, body curling in on itself, desperate to hide.

"I… I mean…" You couldn't come up with an answer, and Naoya groaned after a moment.

"You've never sat on anyone's face, baby? Am I the first one?" You huffed, covering your face with your hands, struggling to hide your embarrassment. It felt worse when Naoya practically moaned at your flustered state, grabbing you and forcing you to move up his body. "Fuck, that's so hot, so fucking hot. Gonna be the first one to have you like this, the only one, shit—"

"Naoya, w-wait, hold on—"

"Don't make me wait, baby, I'm so fucking hard right now. Just wanna taste ya, just want you on my face, c'mon—" You tried to reason, to put some distance between you so you could talk about this, but all you could do was gasp as he kissed up your thighs and nosed your clit. Your breath hitched when he moaned beneath you, tongue darting out to lick you from entrance to clit, sucking the hardening bud into his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling back to gaze up at you. "Taste so good, ya know that?" You squeaked, covering your face with your hands.

"Shut up. You're embarrassing."

"C'mon, princess." He pressed a kiss to your upper pussy, nuzzling the fatty mass, smirking into your skin. "You were so eager about me talking earlier, but now you're actin all shy? What happened?"

"That—you weren't in this position before—"

"And? You look better from this angle, anyways—"

"Naoya—"

"—but it'd be a lot better if you weren't hovering." You tensed, glancing at him from between your fingers.

"I… I'm not hovering."

"Oh yeah? Then how come I gotta crane my neck just to taste you? Gonna have to go to the chiropractor if you keep this up."

"Naoya!"

"Aw, c'mon, baby." His hands ran up your sides, squeezing your tits momentarily before pulling your hands away from your face. "You know I'm only teasin' ya, but I'm serious. When I tell ya to sit on my face, I mean—" He tugged your hips down suddenly, making you lose balance and land flush against him. "—sit on my face."

The whine that left you was so pornagraphic, needy and lewd, making Naoya groan in response. He didn't waste any time, flattening his tongue against your chubby pussy lips, slipping past them to lap at your clit. You mewled, breath hitching, hips trembling, struggling not to dart away from his touch. It's not like you really could if you tried: Naoya had a death grip on your waist, forcing you to stay planted on his face.

"Tastiest—fuck—pussy ever," he groaned, his words mumbled into your cunt. His eyes bore into you, fierce and hungry. "Never gonna get over how good you taste. Don't wanna taste anybody's pussy for the rest of my life but my girl's."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah." His tongue pushed into your entrance and wiggled around, strong hands keeping you from squirming out of his grasp. The slurping sounds he made were absolutely obscene—you'd be mortified if anyone could hear the two of you. It was all so overwhelming—his tongue, his strong grip, the way his nose kept bumping on your clit—that you couldn't take much more attention. You hiccupped as you grasped at his hair, tugging harshly so he released your clit from his swollen lips.

"Shit—what—"

"I need your dick," you interrupted, hoping he couldn't hear the waver in your voice. His pupils widened, but his brows were still furrowed as he licked his lips.

"I'm not done yet—"

"Pleeeeaase, Naoya," you whined, grazing your fingernails along his scalp, making him shiver. "I'm tired of waiting. Want it now." His cheeks turned scarlet, mouth quirking into a smile. You knew just what to say to get your way.

"Oh yeah? You want this fat cock, baby? Want me to stuff you full?"

"Mm-hm," you agreed in a high pitched tone, lip jutted out as you nodded. "Want you deep inside me, baby. Wanna feel you in my tummy."

"Fuck." Naoya dove back into your cunt, sucking your clit hard for a few more seconds before letting go, loosening his grip on you. "Lay down for me, baby. Gonna make you feel so good." You flopped onto the bed quickly, grateful that you wouldn't have to stay in such a compromising position any longer.

Naoya hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor before moving onto his shorts. He struggled to shimmy them off, eventually kicking them to the floor before sighing with relief. He turned on his side, grabbing your hips and turning you to face him.

"Lay on your side, like this. And—" he grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over his waist, "—keep your leg up here." You scoffed, surveying the position he had you in.

"What're you up to?"

"The fuck you mean?" He hooked your knee over his elbow, grabbing his cock and running the head through your folds, hissing at how warm you were compared to him.

"I mean… w-why are we like this? Like what's with this position?" 

"What's wrong? Can't a guy try new positions?" He aligned himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly, sighing shakily as he moved forward.

"I-I guess, but—ah—it's just so random, y'know?"

"It's not random, I—" His hips met yours and he huffed, his breath hitting your face, eyes unable to meet yours. "I just… I dunno, I just wanna do it like this, okay? Wanna be… romantic or whatever. Wanna make love to you." You could feel your heart pound in your chest, eyes searching his crimson face, waiting for the punchline. When none came, you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you.

"Then go on. Make love to me."

That was all he needed. He pulled back slowly, rocking his hips forward, trying to keep his breathing steady as he got used to the feel of you. In truth, he'd never get used to you. Your cunt was always so soft and inviting, warm and wet and molded to his shape. It was like putting on a glove that felt like a second skin, like it belonged there, like there was no reason for it to be removed ever again. He wished he could stay inside you like that forever, keeping himself warm in your perfect pussy. He didn't even need to cum, didn't even need to be hard: he just wanted to be connected to you like that, so close together that you could crawl into each other's skin.

God, he sounded like such a simp.

"Mmm." Your soft moan broke him out of his trance, eyes flickering over your face, taking you in. Eyes hooded, lip bitten between your teeth—you were a vision. "It feels good, Naoya."

"Y-Yeah?" he replied, suddenly nervous, eager to please. "You… You like when I go slow?"

"Mm-hmm," you moaned, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. He sighed dreamily into the kiss, eyes crossing ever so slightly when you sucked on his bottom lip. He swallowed a groan, struggling to slip his hand between the two of you and keep thrusting languidly at the same time.

"Mmm—f-feel so good, princess," he hummed, searching for your clit. You keened when his thumb brushed over it and he slowed his movements, focusing on the sensitive spot. His thrusts turned shallow, the head of his cock dragging over that spongy mass inside you, hitting it with just the right amount of pressure over and over.

"Shit, Naoya! Fuck, j-just like that, baby. Just—oooh—just like that." Your hips twitched, soon grinding forward towards him, meeting his thrusts. Your gyrating only increased your pleasure, fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the base. You giggled when you earned a groan in response, gasping when he bucked into you hard, still slow but suddenly forceful.

"Fuck—n-need you to cum, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock."

"Yeah? You close already?" you teased, prepared for him to bark something back at you. But he didn't do that: instead, he just bit down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his hand sped up, concentrating on getting you to cum first. "Ahh—o-oh my god, you are—"

"Sh-Shut up, okay? Can't—fuck—can't help it, alright?" You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck and bucking your hips into him faster.

"Fuck, that's so hot, baby. You gonna cum in me? Hm? Wanna cum inside your girlfriend?" You felt his cock throb at that, Naoya's hips stuttering at your words.

"Shit—d-don't say that—"

"Why not, babe? Does hearing me say stuff like that make you wanna cum?"

"You can't just—oof!" You suddenly pushed him onto his back, following him and landing on his chest. He was still inside you as you sat up, eyes wide as you continued grinding into him without a care in the world.

"C'mon, Naoya. Cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up when I cum." Naoya swallowed hard but nodded, fingers frantically rubbing your clit as you thrust your hips into his. Your movements allowed you to keep hitting your g-spot, sending sparks through you as you chased your high.

"Shit—babe—this was supposed to be about you—" Your moan cut him off, eyes flittering over your hunched frame. The sun was starting to rise, the bright rays beaming in through the curtains. You looked like an angel in the growing golden light, your sweaty skin glowing. You were panting above him, moans and gasps growing in pitch by the second, your hips moving faster, more desperately until—

"Oh fuck!" you whined, head tossed back as you came. Your cunt pulsated around him, squeezing him so tight he thought he would pass out. He was already close before, but feeling you cum around him was sending him straight for the edge. Just a few more thrusts and—

"Shit—I-I love you, Naoya."

It felt like he had been punched in the gut. His body caved in on itself as the air left his lungs. He gasped, desperate for air as his balls emptied inside you. He grabbed your hips, urging you to keep grinding yourself on his cock, helping him ride out his high.

"Jesus fuck—ohmygod, fuck, baby, love you, I love you, love youuu—"

You stared in awe as he shuddered beneath you, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted shut as he choked on his groans. You slowed your hips, your orgasm fading as he started coming down from his peak. He was panting heavily, lips bitten raw, body flushed from exertion. You smoothed your hands over his chest, coaxing him to breathe steadily and calm down.

"Holy—sh-shit—I—"

You shushed him, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. He returned your kiss happily, sighing as your lips melded together. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, large palms cradling your face as he kissed you. Your hearts began to settle as you peppered kisses over each other, soft chaste pecks that you thought only existed in movies. Naoya slumped back to the bed, sighing and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down to your side with him.

"Jesus," he mumbled, nosing at your hair lovingly. "Don't think I've ever cum that hard before." You giggled, nuzzling into his neck.

"Or that fast—"

"Hey," he said sternly, giving your thigh a light slap as a warning. "Ain't my fault."

"Hmm. My pussy's just too good, huh?" Another slap, this time to your ass, making you jolt and laugh louder.

"You're such a smartass. You're lucky I love you or else I'd make you sleep on the floor." You let out an exaggerated gasp, pulling back, pretending to be shocked.

"Rude! I'm an angel and you know it." He merely rolled his eyes, kissing you for the thousandth time that morning. You welcomed it, legs wrapping around him, tangling themselves with his own limbs. Naoya released your lips, keeping his face close, breathing shallowly.

"Can you say it back?" You blinked.

"Say what back?" He huffed, squeezing his arms around you tighter.

"You know…" You stared at him as his cheeks turned a rosy pink, realization dawning on you with each passing moment. You kissed his nose, pressing your forehead to his, hands cradling his head and neck.

"I love you too, Naoya." He relaxed with that, sighing and burying himself into your chest. You pet his hair, chin tucked on top of his head, your breaths synchronizing as time passed.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled a little while later, barely a whisper. His voice was surprisingly fragile, as if he could fall apart at any moment, as if he still didn't believe you forgave him.

"I know," you whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You didn't point out how he inhaled shakily or how his arms tightened their hold around you. You just laid there with him, warming his cock and combing your fingers through his hair. "I know."

"You got everything?" You hummed in acknowledgement, nodding your head. Naoya arched his brow, staring down at you. "You sure? Once we leave, we're not coming back."

"I'm sure, Naoya. Do you have everything?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?" Your tone made him pause, his brow furrowing as he glanced around the room. He couldn't find anything, so he pat his pockets, frowning after a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, closing it once you raised your hand and presented his phone.

"You minx," he snarled lightheartedly, snatching his phone from you and shoving it in his back pocket. "What else did you steal from me?"

"I didn't steal anything, bubby. I grabbed it so you wouldn't forget it."

"Yeah, whatever. You ready to go or what?" You giggled and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and following him out of the suite and down the hall. The elevator ride was fairly quiet, three other people joining you on the ride down. The two of you stayed at the back, hands intertwined, Naoya's thumb rubbing into you, grounding himself. He hesitated once you got to the lobby, but after a quick glance out of the elevator—confirming his father wasn't there—he walked out with you, hand in hand. You were almost at the exit when he slowed down, squeezing your hand to get your attention.

"I gotta do something real quick. Wait here."

"Wha—" Naoya put down his suitcase quickly, walking off to a nearby seating area in the lobby. You stared curiously as he walked up to someone sitting down. Once she turned around, you realized that it was Keiya. You watched as he bowed to her, staying still for a few moments. You couldn't see their expressions very well from where you were, and you definitely couldn't hear them, so your curiosity began to eat away at you. You waited patiently, only left alone for a minute or two before Naoya bowed again, walking back to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached you soon enough, grabbing his suitcase before taking your hand, guiding you out of the building.

"What was that all about?" you asked as soon as the doors behind you closed. He seemed to have not heard you so you shook his arm, grabbing his attention.

"Hm? Oh! It—um—it was nothing."

"Come on, Naoya," you huffed, pushing yourself into his side. "We need to start communicating better. How else are we gonna build a healthy relationship?" Naoya scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't say no when you pouted like that.

"Fine… I was…" He took a deep breath, avoiding your gaze. "I apologized for how I acted yesterday… and how I've acted in the past… That was all."

Something bloomed inside you—hope, perhaps?—and you grinned wide, hugging his arm tightly.

"Aww, Naoya! That's so mature of you! Who knew you could apologize without being forced to?"

"Oh, shut up—"

"No, I'm serious! I'm very proud of you, bub! So proud of my handsome boyfriend." He huffed but his face burned just a bit, his cheeks bright.

"Jeez, calm down. How do you have so much energy? We've been up since, like, five." You shrugged, releasing his arm just to take his hand again, swinging your arms lazily as you waited for a cab to pick you up to take you to the airport. Naoya stared at you from the corner of his eye for a bit, quietly bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. You glanced at him, giving him a sweet smile, the kind that always made him melt.

"...I love you," he mumbled quietly, hesitantly, the words still a bit foreign on his tongue. Your smile grew and you leaned in towards him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Love you too, Naoya."

[lovelytarou]

jujutsu kaisen boys + how they like to kiss you part 2

characters: choso, getou s., toji, yuuta o., noritoshi k. & inumaki t.

genre: fluff

a/n: in celebration of my very first jjk hcs reaching 1k! i made another part of it bcs i don't think i've written enough fics for them afsgdhf also i made this longer than last time (・_・;)

part i.

CHOSO ! — literal best boy! this babey loves to kiss you on the top of your head. he'd do it while you're wrapped around his arms, that's the only moment he thinks you're truly safe. it also makes him feel like he can protect you from anything and that's when he also feels needed by you. it's sort of a routine between you two. when he gets home, he'd immediately drag you on the couch or to the bedroom – nevermind whatever you're doing at that moment – and pull you to sit on his lap, encased in his embrace, lips brushing the top of your head as he murmurs how much he missed you even if you saw each other that morning.

GETOU ! — he is someone who loves to playfight with you whenever he thinks the room is too silent, or the air is too tense. whenever you're mad at him, he'd stare at your face with a longing stare and will lean over for a peck on the cheek. if you don't react the first time, he'll soon follow it on the other side, until he's peppering kisses all over your face. he'd love the sound of your laughs echoing in the room, filling his heart with bliss and it is absolutely an endearing sight to see you trying to catch your breath from laughing too hard as you stared back at him lovingly the same way he does to you.

TOJI ! — toji isn't very showy of his feelings towards you. he tends to keep it hidden within himself and just lets you be the one to shower him in affection instead. but sometimes, when he's feeling particularly teasing, he'd walk up to you with puckered lips and kiss you on the corner of your lips, pulling away with a smug smirk. he'd cackle at the sight of your frown, clearly disappointed by the indirect kiss, expecting more from him. and maybe he loves the idea of you getting greedy for him – for his love, his affection, his kisses. he'll make you work hard for it, though. the moment he sees you huff in annoyance, marching up to him and pulling him down by his collar to crash your lips against his, he knew it was all worth it.

YUUTA ! — yuuta makes sure you feel loved and he makes sure you know how much he appreciates you in his life. he shows it not only through his words but his actions as well. he believes if you wanted to do something, you better do it before it's too late and that's what he seems to believe in when showing his affections. as much as yuuta loves to shower you with kisses, most of the times, he absolutely adores it when you caressed his face after a passionate kiss between you two. he will take that as an opportunity to tilt his head to place a gentle kiss on your palm. it's soft and careful, almost. you swear you had shed a tear or two the first time he did it. and when he smiled at you right after just about make your heart combust.

NORITOSHI ! — contrary to popular belief, noritoshi kamo wasn't always serious as he seems to be. not when it comes to you, at least. with you, he finds that letting his walls crumble down and let you in was the best thing to ever happen to him. he experienced things he haven't experienced before growing up and for that, he is thankful. on the times where the missions were back to back and you rarely get to see each other, he had grown to miss your hugs and kisses. he would love nothing more than to be smothered by you as soon as he saw you, laying on top of your body as your hands weaved through his hair, scratching it the way he likes. noritoshi would nuzzle his face on your chest, hearing your heartbeats lulling him into a state of calmness and ease. he would leave fluttering kisses on your chest right above your heart as he gives you a pleading look to cuddle him more.

INUMAKI ! — this precious baby is the one who receives all the kisses, honestly. i mean, have you seen him? you just wanted to kiss him every time you see him. whenever your lips meets his he flushes a deep red and couldn't look you in the eye. it's cute, really. likewise, inumaki toge also thinks you're just as adorable. he couldn't help himself but smother you with hugs, headpats and booping you on the nose whenever he sees you. among those things, he loves to peck your nose. the way you scrunched up your face after he did it is his favorite thing and will bring a hearty giggle out of him. it it brings out that kind of reaction from him, you'd gladly let inumaki kiss your nose whenever he wants to.

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