#yuji itadori hcs

[lovebeatriceplz]

Dating Yuji Itadori:

[unactive-shroom]

Hai! Can I request dating his for toge and yuji separately?

Title: Yuji and Toge Hcs

Author's note: Ty for requesting anon!! hope u enjoy <3

☆ Toge Inumaki

⇒ Fully believe that Toge knows sign language, but no one else knows it well enough to converse fully with him

⇒ So naturally, you learned it just for him

⇒ Thats when he knew you were the one

⇒ He’s genuinely so funny too

⇒ since only the two of you know it, its very common for you two to gossip in the common room in sign, or for toge to sign something stupid at you when gojo’s trying to teach class

⇒ Speaking of, I read somewhere that people who use sign give people names (usually based off of their initals or something, rather than spelling every letter individually) - you and toge would have the most stupidest names for the people around you

⇒ For example, Megumi would be something like ‘Grumpy’, Maki would be ‘scary’ and Panda would just be… well, ‘Panda’.

⇒ He’s very protective of you too

⇒ Not overwhelmingly though, he knows well enough that you can handle yourself. But if it ever comes to it, he’s always happy to use his cursed technique on someone whos overstepping your boundaries.

⇒ He gets easily frustrated though, he wishes he could speak to you as easily as everyone else

⇒ BUT hes so grateful that you learned sign for him. And that you’re always finding alternatives to communicate, such as texting or writing notes.

☆ Itadori Yuji

⇒ Yuji is litterally the sweetest person ever omg

⇒ Genuinely worships you that man is WHIPPED ⇒ took down his Jennifer Lawerence poster and replaced it with a wall of photos of you

⇒ Gets teased by Nobara constantly for being such a lover boy around you

⇒ Yaps about you 24/7

⇒ It got to the point where Megumi and Nobara had to litterally scold him because he would not shut up about you omg

⇒ When Todo found out about you he congratulated and shook Yuji’s hand but Yuji litterally hated every second of the interaction

⇒ Todo actually apologised to you for beating the shit out of Yuji and declared that you, Yuji, Todo and that idol he’s obssessed with need to go on a double date

⇒ … no one was bursting that bubble tbh you just left him and his delusions alone <3

⇒ 100% wants to marry you and thinks about it often

⇒ Even sukuna is annoyed atp

⇒ You’re the only thing that makes him hesitate before going into missions

⇒ he doesn’t want to leave you alone in this world </3

[hinamie]

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[yuulettte]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫?!"

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

✰ Tags: gn!reader x various JJK men, fluff, reader has a cold oh NOOOO!!, sfw, just sugary sweet

✰Characters: Gojo, Yuta, Yuji, Geto, Megumi, Nanami

✰ A/N: I tested positive for covid so I decided to be self indulgent.. First time writing hcs for most of these boys ( ´ ▽ ` ) I apologize in advance

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You tell him not to come near you out of habit, but he reminds you about his limitless technique! Can germs touch him? Who knows~

Long movie watching sessions, he'll buy you whatever you want to eat. Shoko told him to make sure you're hydrated, so he might force you to drink. Good luck!

Still manages to make you laugh with his antics. He'll wave his hands over you, using that eccentric tone, "Get better~ get better~!" as if it'll magically heal you

One time you catch him reading articles online on how to take care of a sick partner. The expression on his face is that of pure focus

He eventually gets fed up and says something about how 'the strongest never gets sick!' And thus turns off his technique to cuddle with you. He catches your cold the next day LOL

Guess even the strongest isn't immune to flu season

𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Attentive in every way. Is absolutely unafraid of getting sick. He always ends up catching whatever bug you have because he takes care of you no matter what

Runs you warm baths. He'll help you wash, dry your hair, and get dressed.

Rubs your back if you're feeling unwell, even when you're not sick ( ´ ▽ ` )

"What do you need? I'll go get it for you. Is there a dish you'd like for me to cook?"

He's an insanely good care taker (no surprise)

Has a habit of buying you plushies whenever you get sick, so your bed is over taken by them after a few years of dating. It's an army.. Or so you call it!

Will give you that sad puppy look if you refuse to let him hold you, even if it's out of love. He just wants to make you feel better

Doesn't let anyone else enter the house unless it's your family, he's your boyfriend and so it's his responsibility to take care of you! (he's protective)

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Will show up at your place with a bag full of medicine and goodies

Also doesn't care about catching whatever you have.

"I've got a super good immune system, so it's no problem!"

It's true too, what takes you a week to get over he'll tank in two days. It's actually kinda scary

He'll do whatever he can to make you laugh. And if you can't, then he'll comfort you

You'll have video game tournaments in your bed, and by the end he's always curled around you like a guard dog. The both of you fall asleep like that often

He'll wipe the sweat from your forehead and give you a cooling pad when you wake up as an apology :'D

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He's not very good with germs, so he might keep his distance if you have a nasty virus

He still really cares! Just may approach you with a mask and some anti bacterial

Lots of praise. Reminds you that it'll be okay, you'll feel better soon and he'll make sure of it

"You'll feel better soon my love, don't worry. Just drink this,"

He'll sooth you with his voice to help you fall asleep.

Like Satoru, he'll ask Shoko for advice on how to care for you. He takes to it more naturally, though. It's the dad vibes! Care taking is in his DNA

You find yourself getting sick way less often when spending tons of time with him. He just has that sort of aura?

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Not the most emotionally attentive, but he'll come over and bring magazines/books for you to read and some medicine

Will sit with you in silence. He doesn't want you to hurt your throat from forcing yourself to talk

If you'd like, he'll summon his shadow dogs for you to cuddle with. He'd do it himself but he doesn't want you to feel sweaty

He's surprisingly strict about what you eat. It has to be homemade and full of nutrients

He cooks recipes that Tsumiki taught him for you ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ ) they're delicious!

Even if he doesn't show it outwardly, he's honestly extremely worried. He wants you to get better as soon as possible!

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He takes time off work, you're his number one priority. He WILL be the one nursing you back to health

Husband material. He knows all of your favorite sick foods and most effective medications

Firm about you getting rest. "Please, allow me honey," and it's you literally reaching for a cup of water

He cooks meals that are easy on your stomach. Took the time to educate himself on what vitamins to give you

Will likely also catch your sicky, but he honestly doesn't mind because that means more time off with you.

The two of you will be wrapped around each other in bed while he reads to you, both with wet towels on your foreheads <3

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⠀ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[666kuna]

Dilf! Sukuna

Dilf! Sukuna who kept a secret from his kid that he got a date with the kid’s teacher. Yuuji only found out about it when he was at a sleepover; when Megumi's dad, Toji asked him if he was excited to get Miss (y/n) as his new mommy.

"NO WAY? WHY DIDN'T DAD TELL ME?!"

"Kid, I thought you knew."

"NO I DIDN’T, ON SKIBBIDY I DIDN’T DO MEGUMI AND TSUMIKI KNOW TOO?!"

Yuuji immediately ran upstairs to interrogate the both of them after that.

Toji chuckled as he took out his phone to dial Sukuna's number. Sukuna on the other line could be heard chopping some things up.

"Hey, it's me, Toji. Just letting you know that your driver came by like 10 minutes ago with Yuuji."

"Yeah, I know. The notification popped up a while ago, I forgot to say but thanks for doing me this favour, Toji.”

"No problem, anything to help a desperate old man in love out." Toji teased the other before he burst into laughter.

Sukuna, on the other line, erupted into a flustered mess when he heard the most infuriating statement given by Toji knowing that he was more than right about what he just said. Sukuna IS OLD, Sukuna IS IN LOVE but he was just caught off guard by Toji's statement.

"YOU BASTARD!"

"Okay, I was joking, also just to let you know. I told Yuuji about your silly little date, old man and he seems okay with you dating his teacher. Just a little surprised that you didn't tell him."

"Well… I could tell that he was tired of me asking about her all the time."

"You're a freak, old man, has anyone ever told you that?"

"That's what your wife said too." Sukuna retorted before immediately hanging up, knowing that he was treading on a thin line for that response.

It was only after he hung up that a collection of thoughts seemed to surface on his mind. Sukuna has never been with another woman since the random woman he fooled around with that caused him to end up with Yuuji. He decided that he was going to leave his bad and reckless lifestyle to properly better himself just for his kid.

By the time he got Yuuji, he had already built up more than enough wealth to ensure that Yuuji would be able to live a more than comfortable life. Sukuna in his prime was a very controversial womanising celebrity chef, whose life was only surrounded with endless scandals and controversies. Although he has left it all behind, the guilt and regret ate him up on some nights. No woman would want to be with a man that had such a notorious history of cheating,’Rightfully so.’ he thought to himself. What if you found out something about him after the date? Silence rang through the whole house without Yuuji. With all the helpers already gone back into their rooms and only the sound of boiling and trickling water accompanying him, he realized that he didn’t want Yuuji to live a lonely life like him.

Art credits to @/woshihedawei on X

[erabu-san]

Itafushi, again.

the joke is funnier in french because "sorcerers" and "sorciers" is the same word, and since hagrid used "sorcier", the reference works better sob

[raven-cincaide]

Post-Canon! Megumi is a university student. His friends think he needs a break from all the curses and fighting so he can finally heal. Yuji says its a chance for Megumi to find the person who'll Megumi want to live for. Nobara says that even if he doesn't find anyone, they've already sacrificed so much; they need some kind of backup plan in case they ever need to leave the front lines. In truth, Yuji and Nobara just want to spend their youth exploring normal human things, and Megumi honestly can’t fault them. He doesn’t understand it but he doesn’t want to be left behind. So he tags along because.. well.. what else is he supposed to do?

Post-Canon! Megumi doesn’t know what to study. So he picks up a little bit of everything. He creates a schedule that fits his self-applied expectations and overachieving tendencies, going well above and beyond full-time studies. He keeps his mind occupied so he doesn't have to think about how hard it is to blend in, make new friends, and be human. (Un)fortunately, Yuji and Nobara don't let him avoid the campus life forever. 

Post-Canon! Megumi builds a routine he finds satisfactory which includes studying, gym, late night parties and nerdy book clubs. Hell, he picks up anything that makes him forget about curses and being a sorcerer. He promised himself he would be 'normal' while at uni and he made a promise his friends. University life may not be Megumi's calling but he wasn't about to let his friends down. So he does everything to avoid being tempted back into that life.

Post-Canon! Megumi notices you the second you enter one of his classes. He can tell you are a sorcerer. Instantly, he decides he wants nothing to do with you. He tries to make himself invisible, hunches down, pretends to read a book. Despite his closed body language, his eyes flicker over to you occasionally, although he quickly catches himself and goes straight back to reading. 

Post-Canon! Megumi is surprised when you approach his desk- one of the few remaining seats near the front. He is more surprised when you politely ask if you can sit beside him even though he doesn’t own the seat. It makes him unsure, fascinated, yet flustered. “Sure”, he replies, then a second later, grabs his bag, stands, and walks out of the class. He leaves minutes before the start, skipping his first class ever. He knows he’s being rude; he knows he undoubtedly embarrassed you. But he can’t get mixed up with Jujutsu- not when he started liking uni.

Post-Canon! Megumi swears he sees you everywhere and avoids you like the plague. Yet his eyes always seek you out, and his brain takes note of every little thing about you, from the casual sweatpants and hoodie you wear to morning classes to how you’re dolled up at late-night parties. Your laugh, your make-up, the perfume you wear, depending on your mood- he notices it all. He feels all sorts of emotions when he sees you yet squelches those in the far back of his mind. No, he keeps his distance even as you get close to Yuji and Nobara. If you three are eating together, he’ll skip lunch, if you three are hanging out, he’ll cancel last minute. Sometimes, his friends let him get away with it- but more often than not, Yuji or Nobara see right through him and force him to sit beside you. And the awkwardness can be cut through with a knife. 

Post-Canon! Megumi notices when you’ve been out hunting curses. It’s the faint linger of cursed energy and the distinct smell if death on you that he pickles up. He notices when there’s a tiny limp in your step. He notices when you’re tired and when you’re practically burned out; the way your eyes drop during the teacher's lecture; the way you scribble down your homework mere minutes before submission, or the way you stress about not being able to buy the course literature before the first assignment is due by poking at your lunch and not answering Nobara. So he leaves his books out before going to the bathroom, knowing Yuji and Nobara will push you to take pictures of the few pages you need.

Post-Canon! Megumi swears he is done with being a sorcerer and that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with curses. Yet when he sees you stumbling out of your dorm room, in your jujutsu get-up, barely able to keep your eyes open, he can’t help the pang of worry in his chest. He swears he is done being a sorcerer, even as his feet carry him to follow you.. 

[siriusly-parker]

—jjk smau. “you’re so…”

you call them something-coded

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness (nanami + toji), aged up characters, just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. yuuji, satoru, takuma ino, toji, megumi, nanami

꩜ likes, comments + reblogs are very appreciated!! requests are open! <3

[dearieshima]

“THE DOLL… ITS ALIVE!”

✦SUMMARY

╰┈➤ Your boyfriend, as clumsy as he is, foolishly wins you a doll at the county fair that will forever change your life. #KINKTOBER2024

"Take it," he growled. "Take, every, last, inch!" His hips slammed into yours with every pronounced word of his command. "Gonna pump this pussy full. Flood your womb with my seed."

✦ C.W

╰┈➤ dubcon/noncon, murder, character death(?), groping, trueform!sukuna, double penetration, plushie humping, mental illness, face riding, aphrodisiac, brief cum eating, slight voyeurism, degradation, praise, missionary, 7k+ words, yuuji is aged up to 20+years, slight yuuji x reader, hair yanking, is this cheating?, rough sex, unprotected sex

If you could travel back in time, to that fateful night when your fingers first brushed against its soft, cursed fabric, would you change a thing?

It was October 5th. The sky had bruised into twilight, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of roasted chestnuts, damp earth, and the faint trace of winter creeping in. Yuuji, your boyfriend of six years, had been excited about the fall fair, dragging you there with promises of funnel cakes and dizzying rides. His enthusiasm had been infectious, and despite the chill creeping into your bones, you’d followed him willingly, smiling even as the cold bite of evening settled into your skin.

You had just stumbled out of The Gravitron, disoriented from the spinning madness, your body instinctively finding its way into his as you tried to steady yourself. His arm slid around your waist, a familiar warmth, but somehow, your eyes managed to focus on one singular object.

It was a plushie, nestled amongst a sea of cheap carnival prizes. It was a humorous parody of Sukuna Ryomen, The King of Curses, reduced in the form of a rounded plushie. It was small and unassuming, its plump shape clothed by his robes. His beady red eyes gleamed under the booth lights.

The legend of Sukuna Ryomen was no light-hearted tale. He was a god of destruction, a bringer of chaos, feared and revered. Some said he could twist reality itself and turn the world inside out with a flick of his finger. But here he was, reduced to a toy, the weight of his name no more than the weight of stuffing inside its fat body.

It shouldn’t have been so easy to win it. But it was. Yuuji, smiling like a fool, had thrown the basketball without a care in the world. The booth attendant handed it over, his frown contrasting Yuuji's grin, beaming as he turned to press the plushie into your hands.

The second your fingers closed around it, the world shifted. The fair’s noise faded, the laughter of children, the creak of rides, the announcer’s barks, all muted as if the world tilted and you were thrown into another realm.

A chill crept down your spine, despite the comforting warmth of Yuuji beside you. His presence felt distant, as though the cold night air had placed a barrier between you. It wrapped around you, thick and suffocating, but no one else seemed to notice.

Yuuji glanced over, noticing your faltering smile and the goosebumps rising on your bare arms. You were wearing a sleeveless black dress, and the night had begun to cool. Without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, its weight grounding you as if you were beginning to float.

"Come on, you need to eat something. It'll warm you up," he said, gently steering you toward the concession stand, the warm scent of fried food greeting you.

The smell of powdered sugar and warm dough made your stomach growl, and within a few minutes later, you both sat at a small, secluded table. You had forgotten you had pocketed the Sukuna plushie into your back pocket as you sunk into the worn bench. It gave a small dying breath.

Yuuji sat beside you, his smile softened. "Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah," you murmured, snuggling into him. "Tonight was amazing."

He chuckled, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer, his body radiating warmth. "I’m glad," he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. "You’ve got quiet back there. Are you okay? Still cold?"

"Just a little," you admitted, tucking yourself tighter against him, your right ear against his throat, feeling the low rumble of his voice, warm from talking and the corndogs he’d eaten.

His thumb traced gentle circles on your arm. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. Then, cautiously, "is it... your mom?"

You hesitated, a brief flash of the sad woman crossing your mind, but you pushed it away. "No, it’s not that. I’m just tired." You forced a smile.

Yuji’s arm tightened slightly around you, his thumb pausing for a moment before resuming its soothing motion. He didn’t press further, his quiet concern clear in the way he held you. "Alright," he whispered, so softly you would have missed it if your ear wasn’t pressed to his throat. His chin came to rest against your head once more, and you both sat in comfortable silence, the world fading away around you.

A few minutes passed with you both looking at the distance before you both got up, preparing to return to the night. You felt self conscious as you might’ve ruined the end of the night with your own set of problems, but as you moved, a sharp pinch made you jump. It came from where the plushie you'd stashed in your back pocket. You laughed, swatting Yuji playfully.

"Yuji!" you accused, smacking him on the arm.

He recoiled, rubbing his arm. He was wide-eyed and bewildered, almost clueless as to why you had just hit him. "What? What did I do?" he pouted, rubbing his arm.

You rolled your eyes, realizing he may have been trying to lighten the mood. Appreciatively, you nestled closer to him as you both walked to the parking lot.

If you had looked closely, you might have noticed his hand still resting innocently at your waist, the other deep in his sweats, never having moved from its place since you stood.

October 6th

The next day, a low-grade fever crept over you. It wasn’t much, but it was still a fever.

You laid snuggled under the covers, an empty box of tissues on your nightstand and your Sukuna plush peeking out from behind its pile of crumpled tissues that marked your misery.

Minutes later, Yuuji entered the room, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He’d already changed into his workout clothes, a gray tank top and black basketball shorts. His eyes quickly found you, curled up in bed, shivering slightly. He walked over and placed a hand on your forehead, wincing at the warmth. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“I don’t want to get in your way,” you replied, managing a weak smile. “I’ll be fine, I’ve got…” You groped around until your hand slipped beneath Yuuji’s butt to retrieve the badly treated plushie. “I've got Sukuna, King of Curses, to protect me.”

He sighed but smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Alright. Rest up. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” you said softly. “Love you.”

He paused, smiled over his shoulder, halfway out the door. “Love you, too, babe.”

And then he was gone.

The house fell silent except for the low murmur of the TV and the fading echo of Yuuji’s footsteps, followed by the creaking door. You were alone now, left to your thoughts.

You held the Sukuna plush above your face, playing absentmindedly with its four plump arms. It was strange. Sukuna was known to be the most evil man who lived, but he reminded you of Yuuji in a way. Well, in terms of looks, anyway.

You were drawed out of your thoughts when you heard a soft shuffling of slippers dragging across the wooden floor with a faint, sticky sound. Your mother entered, frail and unsteady, her eyes clouded, holding a bowl of steaming soup. “I made you something for your cold.”

You set the doll aside. “Mom, you really shouldn’t be cooking,” you said, gently taking the bowl from her trembling, bony hands and placing it on the nightstand.

Her brow furrowed, eyes darting nervously around the room. "Yuji said the same thing before he left, like I can’t take care of my own daughter. I’m your mother." Her voice cracked, then softened, taking on a childlike lilt. "I’m supposed to take care of you."

You opened your mouth, searching for comforting words, but before you could speak, her tone shifted, sharp and sudden. "I know you lived with my mom during your teenage years, but she’s not your mother. She’s not. I gave birth to you– I sat on that bed for twelve, fifteen hours. Not her! Me," Her voice crescendoed, then fell to a whisper, trembling. "Not her..."

You held your breath, knowing it was best to let her rant. Your mother, the saddest woman you knew, had given birth to you young, been through two divorces, and by the second, she was lost to drugs. When you were twelve, she overdosed, slipping into a coma, and you moved in with your grandmother. She never fully recovered, neither physically nor mentally. Her eyes were murky, as if her life was constantly flashing before her eyes, reminding her of what a shit parent she'd been to her only child. It left her desperate to be part of your life, and you let her move in when you were twenty.

“I know, mom. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry,” she grumbled, her voice thick with irritation. She moved to sit on your bed but stopped when she felt something soft beneath her. Lifting herself, she frowned and picked up the Sukuna plush she had nearly squashed. Her expression softened. “Oh, who’s this?”

“Yuuji won it for me at the fair yesterday.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “I remember how much you loved your dolls and plushies. You had them all around your bed. And that, that um, that one doll Botan bought you for your tenth birthday, the one you were obsessed with…”

“The black cat with the big eyes?” you said, the memory surfacing. Botan, her second husband, was a kind man, the kindest you’d known. He bought you the plush cat for your twelfth birthday because you always wanted a real one, but he was allergic. Your mother had thrown it away after they divorced, convinced he was cheating. She’d promised to buy you a real cat. A month later, she slipped into her coma.

“Yes, yes, the big eyed one,” she said, a glint of fondness in her eyes. “It scared me half to death one night when you left it in the kitchen. I came down for water, and all I saw were those two big eyes staring at me in the dark,” she chuckled. “But this one looks like Yuuji, how cute.”

Her smile softened, and she carefully placed the plush by your pillow before standing up. She reached out and ruffled your hair gently. “Alright, I’ll let you rest. Make sure you eat your soup. It was a lot of trouble making it.”

With a soft sigh, she turned and shuffled out of the room.

You glanced at the bowl on the nightstand. The soup was watery, mostly filled with large, uneven chunks of carrot, the chicken and noodles sparse. Still, you ate it, knowing it wasn’t the taste that mattered, it was the effort.

Finally, officially alone, your mind drifted again. Yuuji.

You had met in freshman year, bonding over shared pain. He had just lost his grandfather, and while your mom had left the coma by then, the damage she inflicted on you had already finished crumbling.

You had been together for so long, but the foundation of your relationship had always been built on trauma. Yuuji had begun to grow past his grief. Instead, it motivated him to live fully and seek, in his words, a “proper death.”

You, on the other hand, still lived in the past and grew nervous each day that he may leave you in his, in his new pursuit.

Though, Yuuji wasn’t the type to string anyone along. He wasn’t that kind of person. You were his first everything, and he was yours. He knew you were still suffering, and he grew an obligation to help your mother. Because of that, he stayed.

You felt embarrassed, and at the moment, you resentee your mother for making him feel that way; tapped.

You coasted back to the present, turning over and idly playing with Sukuna’s arms. He really did look like Yuuji. Was that the reason he picked it out for you?

You shook your head, rolling over on your side, tucking the Sukuna plushie in between your breasts as you drifted to sleep.

October 10th

Fuck, why did it look so much like Yuuji?

You positioned yourself on top of your plushie. Although soft, most of its design was embroidered onto the fabric skin, like the plushie's eyes, hard to the touch.

You both haven't fucked in ages, with Yuuji being busy as a college athlete.

You felt the plushie's softness envelop your lower half as you began to grind against it. The fabric was surprisingly responsive, almost as if it were alive beneath you. Your hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, building friction between your clothed sex and the plushie's plush exterior.

The plushie's soft, yielding surface seemed to mold perfectly to your body as you straddled it, its plush exterior conforming to every curve. You ground your hips against the toy faster, panting with need as delicious friction built between your clothed sex and the plushie's inviting surface.

Your nipples hardened into stiff peaks, poking against the fabric of your top. Unable to resist, you reached inside your shirt and grasped them, squeezing the sensitive buds between your thumb and forefinger. "Ohhh… mmm… yes..." you whimpered quietly, mindful that your mom was asleep just next door.

The plushie's embroidered eyes provided a delightful contrast in texture, their slightly harder surface perfect for grinding your clit against.

Lost in the sensations, you tugged impatiently at your clothes, desperate for more direct contact. Finally managing to throw your shirt aside, your fingers kneaded the supple flesh of your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples until they ached deliciously. Unable to resist, you ducked your head down and captured one rosy peak between your lips, suckling greedily. The wet heat of your mouth sent sparks of pleasure racing through your body, drawing a needy whimper from your throat.

Rocking your hips faster, you chased the building pressure between your thighs. The plushie's surface rubbed deliciously against your clothed sex, the fabric of your panties growing damp with each passing second.

You circled your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing yourself with feather-light touches before increasing the pressure. Each stroke sent jolts of electricity coursing through your veins, stoking the fire building low in your belly. Desperate for more, you slipped your hand into your panties, fingers gliding through the slick folds of your pussy.

You plunged two fingers deep inside your aching core, pumping them in and out in time with the sway of your hips. Crude squelching noises filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the rustling of the plushie's stuffing. You inner walls fluttered around your fingers, aching to be filled.

You bit your lip, muffling a scream as ecstasy crashed over you. Your pussy spasmed and clenched as you gushed, soaking through your panties and dripping onto the plushie below. The soft, plush fabric absorbed your juices, the toy growing warm and damp beneath you.

You let out a shaky moan, looking down at your mess. A minute passes by before you reluctantly get up on shaky legs, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm.

You pad naked to the bathroom, where in the shower, you languidly soap up your curves, replaying the intense moment in your mind. After thoroughly cleaning yourself, you step out and dry off, feeling refreshed and satisfied.

You wrapped the plushie in a towel to contain the mess and carried it to the laundry room, tossing it in the washing machine along with some detergent, setting it to run a hot cycle.

October 18th, 9:20pm

You stepped into the dim kitchen, your thoughts fixated on grabbing a snack. Across the room, your mother lay motionless on the couch, the low hum of the TV casting flickering shadows as she slept. The silence settled, and you reached for the cabinet handle, but the moment you opened it, something tumbled out with a sharp thud against the sink.

Startled, you jerked back, your heart racing as you peered down, half-expecting a rat to scurry from the shadows.

But in the sink, drenched in the pooling water, was your Sukuna plush, its pink hair dark and matted.

October 24th

At last, Yuuji was beside you in bed, the soft sheets barely a barrier between your bodies. You lay facing each other on your sides, close enough to feel his breath on your skin. Your lips met in a slow, lingering kiss. Until he broke it.

"Mmm," Yuuji groaned, his body trembling with need. "I hate how it's staring at us."

You glanced over your shoulder, following his gaze. The Sukuna plush sat on the nightstand, its large red eyes fixed on the two of you. Turning back to Yuuji, a sly smile tugged at your lips. “Performance anxiety?” You purred, your voice low and sultry.

Before he could rebuke, your thumb caressed the side of his face, fingertips trailing down his jawline as you pulled him in for another searing kiss. Yuuji melted into your touch, his lips parting to allow your tongue to slide against his. He tasted faintly of sake from earlier.

Yuuji's hands roamed your curves, squeezing your hips as he deepened the kiss. His hardness pressed against your thigh, evidence of his desire. But then he opened his lidded eyes and caught sight of the Sukuna plush watching you both. Frowning, he broke away, drawing a frustrated groan from you.

"Really, Yuuji?" you whined, trying to pull him back.

"I don't know, something doesn't feel right about that guy," Yuuji muttered, reaching over to flip the Sukuna plush face-down on the nightstand. He paused before flinging it softly across the room all together.

Satisfied, Yuuji turned back to you, his eyes dark with lust. He tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging you into another passionate kiss. Your bodies molded together as the kiss grew more heated, hands exploring and caressing. He grabbed the sheets before raising them over your heads.

Halloween Night

You sat on the edge of your bed, slowly rolling the red stockings up your thighs. The fabric hugged your skin snugly as you adjusted them, pausing to glance at yourself in the mirror. Halloween has finally come. The costume party you'd been excited about for weeks was just hours away, and you’d decided to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood. Her dress was secured around you with needles, as you did last minute shopping and they were out of your size. You hid the pins with the cheap red cloak that draped over your shoulders, falling just past your waist.

You were paired with the lace-trimmed stockings you’d found online. The outfit was cute but with a hint of edge, just the way you liked it.

Nobara and Megumi were supposed to pick you up soon, and the three of you planned to make an entrance. Megumi was the wolf and Nobara was the grandma. Yuuji, on the other hand, had opted to stay home. He had a big game tomorrow and needed to focus, so he’d promised to hold down the fort and handle the trick-or-treaters, along with your mom if she wasn’t already resting in her bedroom. You had teased him earlier about his dedication, but he just grinned, saying he didn’t mind.

As you turned back to the bed, you frowned, realizing that one of your stockings was missing. Your eyes scanned the messy bedspread, then drifted to the floor. Maybe it had fallen off when you were getting dressed. You leaned over to check under the bed, and sure enough, there it was, and there it was, wrapped around your Sukuna plush like some kind of weird little hostage.

You frowned, reaching down to grab the sock when, out of nowhere, you felt a sharp smack on your backside.

"Yuji!" You yelped, startled, before whirling around to see him standing there, toothbrush in his mouth, a playful smirk on his face.

“Be safe, okay?” he mumbled through the foam, tapping the toothbrush against his lip. “And make sure you don’t split up with Megumi.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the Sukuna plush back onto the bed with a sigh. You couldn’t help but smile at that, shaking your head. Megumi was like the reluctant guardian of your little trio, always making sure you didn’t get into too much trouble. “Alright,” you said, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. 6:09 p.m. You still had a little time before they arrived.

“I’ll be back by eight,” you promised, pulling on your red boots and smoothing out your dress. “Don’t wait too long.”

Yuuji stepped forward, toothbrush now forgotten, wiped the foam from his face with the back of his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, as he always did before you or he left. “Alright, just be careful,” he murmured, his voice a little softer than before.

You smiled, feeling a little flustered under his affectionate gaze. You headed toward the door, your hand resting on the knob, when his voice called out to you again, making you pause.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he added, grinning like a dork. “I love you.”

You turned slightly, looking over your shoulder with a teasing smirk. “I know,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, enjoying the playful banter between you two.

Yuuji pouted, crossing his arms. “Say it back! What if I die tonight?”

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. “Die? From what? The neighborhood kids in bed sheets pretending to be ghosts?”

He gave you an exaggerated look of concern. “I might not have the candy they wanted! They could turn violent, y’know.”

Shaking your head, you walked back over to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, tasting the minty toothpaste. “Love you, Yuuji. And if you’re still up when I get home, maybe I’ll give you something sweeter than candy.”

8:25 p.m

You entered the door with thunder. You’d been carrying lots of food left over from the party. Knowing the college students like you both were, food was a valuable object. You could feel your stomach twist if you had to go one more day with instant noodles.

What bothers you more is that your boyfriend hasn'rvcome down the stairs to help you put the food away after you slammed the door, a sign of frustration.

“Yuuji!” You screamed, hearing your voice echo off the walls. Nobody answers back. You didn't bother with your mom. Usually around this time, she took her pills and was out for the rest of the night.

What bothers you more is the bowl of candy, untouched, still overflowing with vibrant wrappers, sat on the table, mocking the silence that filled the house.

You cursed under your breath, assuming he’d gone to bed early again. Irritation bubbled inside your throat, but as you ascended the stairs, ready to scold him, the bubbles in your throat exploded, replaced by a scream that tore through the quiet.

There, sprawled across the floor, was your highschool sweetheart, his lifeless body drenched in blood. The crimson pooled around him, staining the hardwood. But it wasn’t the blood that froze your heart.

It was the figure standing over him.

The hulking presence loomed over you, its naked form towering and imposing. Pink hair spiked wildly, framing a face that was both beautiful and grotesque. One side twisted and deformed, while the other was almost handsome. There was something else in his hair, a sort of white foam that looked like stuffing.

But it was those piercing blue eyes that truly captured your attention – cold, calculating, and filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

Four inhuman arms emerged from its shadowy frame, each marked with jagged black patterns that pulsed with dark energy.

And two massive twin shafts stood at semi-attention, donning the same black markings on his arms. The weighty orbs of his testicles swung heavily between his muscular thighs, swollen and churning with virile seed, ready to unleash their pent-up load.

You could feel its gaze boring into you, as if it was sizing you up like a predator stalking its prey. A distant, hazy recognition sparked in your mind – you had seen this creature before, in the darkest corners of your memory. And now, it was here, in the flesh.

He began to walk towards you but his feet snagged onto your boyfriend's body.

Sukuna stared down at the unmoving carcass indifferently, as if it was a mere log in the way of him reaching you. He simply pushed the body to the side with his foot, thighs carved as if made of marvel, and made his way towards you.

"No... No," You whimpered as he closed the distance between you.

As you stumbled back as it advanced, closing the gap between you with slow, powerful strides.

Your feet became tangled, an unavoidable result of the intense fear coursing through your veins. The room seemed to tilt and spin around you, and before you could react, you found yourself falling backwards.

Sukuna was quick to respond, his reflexes lightning fast compared to your panicked mind. One of his powerful arms shot out, grabbing at your flimsy dress held together by pins. The delicate fabric ripped easily as you fell, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable before the imposing figure of Sukuna.

His eyes devoured every inch of your body, taking in the sight of your lacy lingerie barely concealing your most intimate parts. The flimsy bra did little to contain your heaving breasts, your nipples clearly visible through the sheer lace. And your panties... They clung to the curves of your ass and the swell of your pussy, leaving very little to the imagination.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out, crawling on all fours. He grinned and reached down, gripping on your hair firmly, almost painfully so, as he yanked you closer to his throbbing cock.

The thick, musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin with a dizzying mix of terror. His other hand pressed the leaking tip of his cock against your trembling lips, smearing them with his salty precum.

"No...--" you whimpered before he forced his massive girth past your lips. Sukuna's cock stretched your mouth obscenely, the bulbous head pushing against the back of your throat. The bitter taste of his precum coated your tongue as he slid deeper, making you gag and splutter around his thick shaft.

The intoxicating taste of his precum flooded your senses, igniting an uncontrollable ache between your legs. With each passing second, your body betrayed you further, your pussy growing slicker as you found yourself eagerly sucking him of your own accord.

He watched you intently, a wicked grin spreading across his face as you lavished attention on the tip of his cock, lapping at it like a woman dying of thirst. A guttural groan escaped him as he wiped away the saliva that dribbled down your chin. Throwing his head back, he surrendered to the sensations, one hand tangling in his hair while the other gripped your head tightly. For the first time, he spoke. "That's it. Quit acting so shy."

His fingers dug into your scalp as he began to thrust forcefully, driving his cock deeper into your throat with each harsh movement. There was no mercy in his actions, only a primal desire to claim and dominate. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to breathe around his thick girth, but still, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away.

His grip on your hair tightened, holding you in place as he pistoned in and out of your throat. The wet, vulgar sounds of your sucking filled the room, mingling with his grunts of pleasure. He was close now, you could tell by the way his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate.

He halted inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your chin. Your nose was buried in his pubic hair, the musky scent filling your lungs. Sukuna held you there, letting you struggle and sputter around his cock before cumming down your throat. You had no choice but to swallow every last drop, your body shuddering as the aphrodisiac effects of his seed sent waves of unwanted pleasure crashing through you.

"Swallow."

After what seemed an eternity, he finally withdrew, allowing you to gulp precious air. Thin strands of saliva and pearly seed bridged your bruised, swollen lips to his glistening, throbbing shaft. He rested the weighty length across your flushed cheek, still pulsing and oozing aphrodisiac essence from the engorged head. It trailed down the thick veins of his cock, painting your face with his musky fluids.

You gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, panting softly, a wild, desperate look in their depths. Something primal and hungry sparked within you. It finally came to you that this man, this... thing, was the king of all curses.

Sukuna's voice was a deep, velvety purr that seemed to caress every inch of your skin. "Just look at you, so utterly wrecked, so desperate for more of my cock, just from having it in your mouth." His fingers traced along your jawline with a feather-light touch, a mockery of tenderness.

"I wonder how utterly destroyed you'll look when my thick shaft is buried to the hilt inside your tight little cunt." His words dripped with a dark promise as his hands roamed possessively over your your.

Sukuna's iron grip on your hair sent searing pain through your scalp as he yanked you down the hallway, your screams echoing off the walls. As you entered you and Yuuji's shared bedroom, you passed Yuuji's crumpled form, catching a glimpse of his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A flicker of hope ignited within you - perhaps there was still a chance to be spared from being ravaged by this beast.

But Sukuna remained utterly unmoved by Yuuji's condition. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent you tumbling onto the bed, your body bouncing slightly on the rumpled sheets. You immediately scrambled backwards, putting as much distance between yourself and the demon as possible.

Your efforts were futile. In a blur of motion, Sukuna lunged forward and seized your ankle in an iron grip. You thrashed and kicked, but he easily captured your other leg and effortlessly wrenched your legs apart, positioning himself between your thighs.

Sukuna's hands roamed possessively over your soft curves, his touch both tender and rough. "So soft, so delicate. Like ripe fruit, just waiting to be devoured," he purred, fingers digging into the pliant flesh of her thighs. "I remember when you used to play with me, moving my limbs however you wanted. Did it excite you, having that control?"

You shivered. His words transported you back to the weeks before, when you would idly move the stuffed limbs of your Sukuna plush. How was he alive? Big?

Newer flashes of memory surfaces, ones of where you carelessly tossed him, or accidentally sat on him. Yuuji performed all of those actions, and now he laid unmoving on the floor. What if Sukuna sought revenge for those thoughtless acts?

Sukuna's hands roamed hungrily over your curves, tracing the flare of your hips, the taper of your waist, before roughly palming the heavy weight of your breast, pushing them together. With a sharp tug, he rent your bra asunder, the flimsy fabric tearing like tissue paper. Your breast spilled free, soft and yielding as they followed the curve of your sides, like melting butter on a hot pan.

Sukuna's fingers sank into the pliant flesh, kneading and squeezing with bruising force. He enveloped your entire breast in the hot, greedy clasp of his palm, thumb flicking mercilessly over the pebbled peak. You grunted as his roughness.

Suddenly, a wet heat engulfed your nipple. You gasped, realizing a mouth had formed on Sukuna's hand. The tongue swirled and lashed the sensitive bud, suckling hard and drawing the tender flesh deeper. Jolts of painful pleasure shot straight to your core as it's teeth grazed the delicate skin, nipping sharply before his tongue soothed the sting.

Sukuna's other set of arms slid between your thighs, a finger brushing against your clothed sex. He could feel the scorching heat emanating from your core, the dampness seeping through the thin fabric. A wicked grin spread across his face as he realized just how affected you were by his touch.

"Mmm, already so wet and ready for me," Sukuna purred, his voice a deep rumble.

In one swift motion, one hand clasped together your ankles in one palm, spreading your legs wider. The other clamped down on your panties, bunching the fabric in his fist.

With a sharp yank, Sukuna tore your panties clean off, baring your glistening sex to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of your slick folds, already flushed and swollen with arousal.

Sukuna's tongue slid out, licking his lips as if he could already savor your sweet nectar. In one fluid motion, he laid on the bed, positioning you above his face. Your dripping sex hovered inches from his mouth, the intoxicating aroma of your pussy filling his nostrils.

He gripped your hips firmly, holding you open and exposed for his hungry gaze. You could feel the scorching heat of his breath caressing your sensitive flesh. Sukuna's fingers dug possessively into the meat of your thighs, keeping you spread wide.

"I'm going to feast on this pussy," he growled, his lips grazing your inner thigh. "Ever since you came on my face, I haven't been able to stop thinking about tasting your essence. Sweet, compared to how slutty you were."

You have barely any time to remember before he yanked your hips closer, burying his face between your legs. He dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, savoring the first taste of your arousal. You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as he moaned against your flesh.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," Sukuna rasped, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking sweet."

He dove back in, sealing his lips around your clit. At the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside your tight channel, fucking you with the slick muscle.

"Ah!" You cried out, your thighs clamping around Sukuna's head as you tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure. Sukuna growled, the vibrations making you see stars.

His strong hands gripped your doughy hips, holding your frame firmly in place. With a sharp smack, he struck your pert ass, the crack echoing through the room. A vivid red handprint bloomed across your rear. "Interrupt me again while I am feasting and I will have you writhing and screaming on my tongue for hours on end."

"'M sorry... 'M sorry!" You whimpered, though your mind felt foggy, thoughts scattering like startled birds.

His tongue continued to swirl and tease, leaving hot, wet strokes over your quivering flesh. He zeroed in on your throbbing clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before his lips secured around it again. He suckled hard and fast, sending jolts of electric pleasure racing through your core. He alternated between flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit and taking it between his lips.

"Mmmph! Oh, oh god!" You moaned, your back arching as you rode his face. Your hands fisted in his hair, pushing him closer. "Please don't stop... Please don't stop!"

Sukuna showed no signs of slowing down, his tongue plunging deep into your soaked folds, stroking along your velvety walls. He plunged two thick, calloused fingers knuckle-deep into your tight, slick heat. Your velvety walls clenched greedily around the intrusion.

Curling his fingers just so, Sukuna rubbed insistently against that spongy patch of nerves, stroking and massaging until your hips were shaking against his face. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth as he feasted on your weeping sex.

You babbled incoherently, hands fisting in his dark hair. Your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him against your spasming core. "Ah... Ah!"

With a final, well-aimed thrust, he sent you flying over the edge into pure bliss.

Your back arched off the face as a silent scream tore from your throat. Your pussy clenched around his fingers like a vice, gushing your sweet nectar onto his tongue and chin as he eagerly lapped it up. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you boneless and panting. Slowly, he pulled his sticky fingers coated in your essence and brought it to his softened lips.

As he licked his fingers, he gazed at you with renewed hunger, as if the taste of you had an aphrodisiac effect too. He knew you were completely at his mercy now.

In one swift motion, he pounced, his powerful body pressing you down into the mattress. With a firm grip on your ankles, he hoisted your legs up and back until they were folded nearly in half, your knees nearly touching your shoulders. The lewd position left you completely exposed and vulnerable to his desires.

"There, now you're open and ready for me," he growled, the bulbous head of his thick, veiny cock prodding insistently at your tight little entrance. You let out a sharp gasp as he began to push inside, your slick walls stretching obscenely around his girthy intrusion. It felt like you were being split in half as he slowly sank deeper, igniting a raging wildfire in your core.

"Ah! S-Slow down! It's too much!" you cried out, your fingers digging into his muscular chest to push him away. Your body betrayed you, inner muscles fluttering and clenching needily around the hard shaft impaling you.

He paused.

Then a ungodly grin spread across his face. With a flex of his powerful hips, he withdrew almost all the way until just the tip remained inside your quivering heat. You felt something else prod your entrance and your heart dropped.

With a brutal thrust, he slammed back into the hilt, heavy balls slapping lewdly against your upturned ass. He had managed to stuff his second cock into your tight hole.

Your back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from your throat as he stretched you to your absolute limit. Electric pleasure crackled through your nerves with each deep, punishing stroke as he set a ruthless pace, pounding into your sopping cunt with animalistic abandon. Obscene squelching noises filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and your wanton cries.

"Let this be a lesson to you, girl," he groaned, relishing the way your velvety walls gripped him like a vice. His hand gripped your cheeks, puffing out your lips. "Tell me what to do with my cock, and I'll return it twice-fold."

He could feel every inch of your tight heat clenching around his throbbing shafts as he pounded into you mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling filled the room, driving him wild with lust. He wanted to ruin you, to claim every part of you and make you forget about any other man.

He grinned at the thought. "Your boyfriend would lose his fucking mind if he saw you like this," he growled, voice rough with lust. "Stuffed full with two cocks, moaning like a bitch in heat, surrendering to me so easily. Are you ashamed?"

He reached down to roughly grope your bouncing tits, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The synchronized sensations of his hands on your breasts and his cock pounding into your dripping cunt were driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

"No," he chuckled. "No. I don't even think you have a single thought in that pretty little head besides how good it feels to be used like a cheap whore."

His lewd words only stoked the flames of your desire higher, your inner walls gripping his plunging shaft even tighter. You could feel the pressure mounting deep within you, winding itself into an knot.

"Take it," he growled. "Take, every, last, inch!" His hips slammed into yours with every pronounced word of his command. "Gonna pump this pussy full. Flood your womb with my seed."

Abruptly, he altered the angle, the bulbous head of his manhood grinding against your G-spot with every powerful thrust. That extra stimulation was the final push you needed to tumble over the edge. A guttural moan tore from your throat as your climax hit you like a freight train, your body quaking and spasming as rapture overwhelmed your senses in relentless waves.

His cocks pulsed and throbbed inside you as he neared his own peak, stretching you deliciously with each twitch. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against yours. You felt the first hot spurt of his release paint your inner walls, followed by another and another, until you were both gasping and trembling from the intensity of it all.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as you both struggled to catch your breath. For a long moment, there was only the sound of your mingled panting filling the room. After a long, blissful moment, he rolled off you, his semi-erect cocks slipping out with a lewd squelch. Immediately, his thick seed began oozing from your well-fucked pussy, trickling down to your quivering asshole.

Your eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of your as exhaustion overtook you. Sukuna gazed down at your ravaged body, admiring the finger-shaped bruises and glistening sheen of perspiration coating your skin.

He leaned down, licking a long stripe up your pussy, savoring the mingled taste of your juices.

His eyes suddenly flicked to the shadowy corner. "Uraume, you little pervert," he grinned.

Uraume stepped out from the shadows, a wicked grin on their face. "I couldn't resist coming to welcome you back to the world, my lord Sukuna." Their eyes roamed over your cum-splattered body, and followed the trail of stuffing on the floor.

"I was wondering when you would come back from that humiliating curse."

Sukuna sat up, not bothering to cover his nudity. "This girl happens to be a descendant of one of my brides. I take great pride in my women."

"Yes, I can see," she said, eyeing Yuuji's body. "She served you well, my lord.”

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☆*:.｡.｡.:*☆ multiple hcs: halloween costumes! with the jjk boys

summary: the costumes the jjk boys would wear with you during halloween ☆*:.｡.｡.:*☆

warnings: gn!reader, sfw, mentions of parties and possible drinking, crack asf, fluff☁️

includes: toge inumaki, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, and yuta okkotsu

toge: mordecai and rigby, regular show

- your asses will be in the corner crying laughing over some brainrotted tiktoks and lil pranks you will be pulling the whole night

- you two put chili powder in the punch, yuji consequently decided to chug it, bro turned bright red from coughing so hard (you two were crying laughing with nobara and maki)

- will be saying/texting eachother “she mordecai on me til i rigby”

- will be making far too many regular show references

yuji: jake and finn, adventure time

- you two EMBODY jake and finn energy SO MUCH JFCCC!!!

- y’all will also DOMINATE in flip cup/ rage cage/ pong/ any competitive drinking game

- THE happiest of bestest friends in love fools

- you debated going lady rainicorn/jake BUT decided that jake/finn is ultimately more epic 😎😎😎

yuta: kiki and tombo, kiki’s delivery service

- the most lover boy to ever lover boy!

- you two both adore this movie so much, he was sooo excited to make this costume with you :,)

- y’all are off in your own lil world together, people watching, chatting, enjoying toge’s antics

- long eye contact from across the room!!!!!

- he will constantly be getting drinks and snacks for you the entire night :-)

megumi: coraline and wybie, coraline

- we all know he does NOT gaf ab this party, ONLY there for you!!!! (he’s so down bad)

- you and yuji will drag him up for karaoke

- bro has no rhythm at all

- smiles (secretly) at your attempts to get him to be festive

- he loves to see how happy you are in your couple costume (won the costume contest!)

- end the night up on the roof of the party house together, watching the stars, holding hands, talking

* ੈ✩‧₊ TEEHEEE that was my lil halloween blurb, lmk if u guys liked :,)

* ੈ✩‧₊ love you all sm sorry for my hiatus ya girl was busy,,, erm well heh… girl bossing🐺😏 #gradschool #grindset

* ੈ✩‧₊ i did this in 45 mins its 3 am WHOOPS😘

costume pic creds: ALL off of pinterest, so specific accounts linked, will link if anyone knows @!!!

cover art creds: @vah_arina on twitter <3

border creds: @cafekitsune

[lovebeatriceplz]

My love mine all mine

Yuji Itadori x Reader

My baby, here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

Nothing was the same, he tried...so hard. He tried to forget about it, to fix it, but his life will never go back to normal. Sukuna, he could feel him, he was always there. Maybe..just maybe, if he was gone everyone would be better off, you would be better off.

A gentle stroke of his hair brings him back to reality. "i called your name three times" you say quietly. The pale moonlight peers through the drapes. He came over to spend the night to get away from himself, but his thoughts consumed him none the less.

"sorry.." he mutters, not even sure if you heard. You rest your head on the pillow and try to fall asleep. His arms wrap around your figure, burying his face into your stomach, maybe that way the voices will leave him alone.

You look down at him. His grip felt tight, tighter than usual, it actually hurt a little. Your fingers run through his soft, pink locs, causing him to shudder. "what's on your mind?" You ask as gently as possible, not wanting the worry accumulating inside of you to scare him.

Silence fills the room. You try to pull away, trying to pry him off you so you can see his face. His grip tightens, not budging.

A sigh escapes you, and you press kisses to the top of his head, and any part of his face you can reach. "I love you...i'll always love you, no matter what" whispers of pure love and devotion pass your lips and enter his mind. His body starts to shake a little and you feel a few teardrops hit your abdomen.

You try to pull away again but his grasp on you was stronger than ever. So tight, that bruises might actually appear on your sides the next day. "yu- you're squishing me" you croak out. He immediately lets go and you take the opportunity to hold his face before he can hide again.

Tending hands reach out to wipe away his tears. "i'm scared.." he whispers in a hoarse voice.

" scared of what love?" You were always so desperate to understand him, to understand what was going on in that head of his. "everything?" he replies with a shrug, pulling away from you. You didn't need to share his burden.

He just stares into nothing for the next few moments. Desperately trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He couldn't even look at you without choking up again, you were so perfect, you didn't deserve this.

A surge of purpose, or at least that's what you thought it was, takes control of him and he turns to you with an intense look in his eyes. His hands grasp yours and he rests his forehead on yours. "I love you, more than anything....and i just- i want you to know...well i hope-" he stops, getting his thoughts together.

A puzzled look flashes across your features. "yes? what is it?". He takes a deep breath. "when i die, i'm gonna watch over you, my ancestors too, no matter what happens to me you'll be fine" he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder.

You feel your heart sink. He impulsively said things like that all the time, but he looked so serious. This one, something's definitely off about it.

You pull away from his embrace "d-don't say things like that" voice wavering slightly. "We'll both be fine" you say firmly. He gives you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I mean- we can say that now but, my death is inevitable"

Tears sting the corners of your eyes and your chest begins to ache. "how could you say something like that yuji?" Your tone becomes a bit harsher.

A slight frown appears on his face, although his demeanor is very gentle. " you know this c'mon, my life is in danger everyday, they're people who still want to execute me, my teacher is sealed-"

" What? are you trying to ease the blow of me losing you? don't you think i know all of that already?" You cut him off. This took a swerve in the wrong direction, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Yes! i'm aware that you know all of that, that's why i need you to understand" he's basically begging for you to just listen. "Are forgetting that he's inside of me, don't you remember what happened in Shibuya?". Oops

There it was, the thing that has been plaguing his mind all this time. He shuts up immediately, and his breathing becomes audible.

Nothing came out of your mouth because he was right. Sukuna has proven how everything can go to shit if he takes over, you could lose Yuji without him actually dying.

You want to console him but you start to cry instead. The sight of tears running down that pretty face was enough to make him feel sick.

"Hey...hey i'm sorry" he whispers. You bury yourself into his embrace, and he holds you tightly, resting his head on your chin. He wasn't even going to cry, he accepted his fate a long time ago.

Fingers dig into his hoodie as you look up at him. "I don't want to lose you" you say between sobs. He wipes away your tears and leans down to kiss you.

It's the type of kiss that made you feel warm all over, the type that made something stir deep inside of you. The type that made you feel like everything would be okay. He stays there until you calm down a little.

He pulls away, a little breathless. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" that sounds cliche but he meant it, he meant every word. He didn't want to see you cry, he was hurting you and he hasn't even died yet.

" I know you want to avoid it but we can't, it's inevitable, my life is..basically temporary...i'm temp-" a finger to his lips stops him from finishing that sentence. You lay back down, bringing him with you and your lips find his.

He doesn't protest and he melts into your touch. It's okay if you didn't want to talk, as long as you understood. Besides, it stopped him from going back to that dark place and drowning in his thoughts.

You haven't accepted it, you're not sure if you ever will but for his sake, you can pretend. You can also give him all your love now, you can show him why life is worth living while he still has it. You can show him that he's yours, and you're his.

Whether you accept what he thinks his future is or not, he believes that he will indeed, watch over you when he's gone.

[zuzu-draws]

Yuuji's ''I'm going to die with him'' from the start of the series to ''Sukuna, Come back and live with me '' at the end is, honestly, very beautiful.

"Let's try again one more time Sukuna, but this time, without cursing anyone. Even if no one else accepts you, I'll live with you" do you understand what's going on here? This is Yuuji attempting to connect with Sukuna, to show a certain compassion that is entirely alien to Sukuna. To the way he delicately lifts Sukuna's remains, with such carefulness, as if holding the remains of a precious loved one, Yuuji tries to show Sukuna "love". The same "love" that has been teased to us this entire series, that who is it that will show it to Sukuna, teach him of it.

This is the same Yuuji, who, at the beginning of the series held absolute disdain towards Sukuna, and always looked at him with much accusatory contempt and mistrust. At that point, He truly did think of Sukuna as nothing more than a "curse". The same "curse" Sukuna calls himself one last time as the last embers of his soul fade in Yuuji's hands.

But this time, Yuuji has a troubled look in his eyes.

As if he disagreed with him.

This is the look of someone, who is looking at the Humanity Sukuna does not believe exists within himself.

Humanity that Sukuna denies himself.

That Sukuna is not a curse, but a human that has been cursed.

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

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hewoo! sorry for bothering u, but I'm just really into sukuita and humm... maybe u could write something about how sukuna loves to have his little brat yuuji sitting on his lap? just if u want of course! god I love those two so much😭💕

Suku-nii's Best Boy

an. with my returning sukuita fever i present you this lil hybrid fic ;) hope you like it @wukxon

Tiger!Cub Yuji in his big brother Tiger!Hybrid Suku-nii ’s lap, all sobby and snotty as he complains of his ongoing teething process.

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The little Tiger!Cub Yuji had been found by his aniki on the kitchen floor, whines spilling out his tiny babbling mouth out of discomfort when Sukuna comes to check up on him.

Big brother Sukuna wasn't the type to hoist a little cub up on his hip and coo to lul him quite, instead just propping him up on his feet by his underarms so his little yuji stands in front of him instead. The action reduces the cub's sobbing into sniffling, as he peeps up at Suku-nii with big watery golden-brown eyes.

Sukuna bends his knees to come closer to his tiny brother's height, inspecting while pulling his cheek “Huh, what is it little snot?”

“...hurts” Yuji pouts, water brimming the brink of his doey eyes again when he projects baby arms towards his big brother, making grabby hands. “Chuku-nii... uwp” his pout too big for a more coherent sound.

Now—Tiger!Hybrid Sukuna knows he's a tough man, but he would rather die than not scoop his little brother Yuji who pleads his comfort so purely, which he does a moment and a sigh later. Sukuna saunters to the couch, bothered Yuji clutched to his side.

“Where does it hurt,” the little cub now seated in his lap, Sukuna wipes the tear streams off his little brother's fluffy-soft fat cheeks “tell me brat?” his tone softer than his words.

“Aa!!” Yuji opens his tiny mouth, an acusatory finger pointed towards his small buccal cavity. The bigger feline hums, taking the smaller one's face in his palms—thumbs pushing on the cheeks to pry open his mouth wider. Little pointy canines could be seen halfway out into joining the cub's set of teeth.

Sukuna frowns, gently pressing on one of the cub's canines causing Yuji to flinch away with an angry whine. The elder hums again in confirmation, cupping Yuji's sulky face and dragging it closer. He's teething—Sukuna concludes. The elder bounces his seated tiny body on his knees for distraction.

He brings a finger near the younger's mouth, pushing it slowly on the cub's lips for him to take. “We will get some toys for your sore jaw, 'dori.” he grins watching his troubled little Yuji who depends on him so much.

Tiger!Cub Yuji nibbles on his Aniki's finger, leaving small tents of his canines and droll on the skin. His tiny palm forgetting to loosen the grip to his Suku-nii's shirt.

Sukuna might have a hunch or so for why his little brother has gotten more attached to him rather than their any other relative or friend—who comprehensibly wanted Yuji's attention more than him,, but he never really understood.

Whatever the case... he has already grown affectionate to the stinkingly adorable and clingy brat in his lap for life is what he knows.

masterlist! sukuita hcs!

an. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAAA😭 hope y'all like it, thank you for reading, likes & rbs are appreciated <333

tags. @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts @dianagracesworld @pupkashi

[gojokive]

❝ Good Morning, Pretty ♡ ❞

18+ MDNI › AGELESS BLOGS DNI

❝synopsis❞ ‣ jjk men in bed with their crushes.

𓆩☆𓆪 PAIRING(S) › jjk men x afab!reader 𓆩☆𓆪 GENRE(S) › fluff 𓆩☆𓆪 WORD(S) › 3.7K+ » 25min read 𓆩☆𓆪 WARNING(S) › drinking・one bed trope・cuddling・school boy crushes・nanami being a karen・everything to lover(s)・suguru having an internal crisis・jjk men being sweet・nothing really happens honestly just fluffy times ♡ 𓆩☆𓆪 POST DATE › 02.17.2025 𓆩☆𓆪 NOTE › nothing here besides this is barely edited and I've had this sitting in my drafts for a little while. haha, anyways enjoy beauties! ♡

❝featuring❞ ‣ nanami kento, gojo satoru, kamo choso, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji & geto suguru ♡

‣ nanami kento ♡ ↳ co-worker(s) to lover(s) | reader(s) outfit

Kento is a respectful man.

So when the two of you were out on a mission that required you to stay at a hotel overnight, he did everything in his power to make sure to get a room that would not make you uncomfortable.

Unfortunately with the hotels being booked for the weekend, the only rooms available had single beds. That just won't do.

He politely asks the clerk to check again for any possible cancellations as she told him there had been one for a double bed room.

Glancing over at your sleeping form, he gives the taxi the address as he updates Yaga and Ijichi on your status and whereabouts, telling them not to worry.

Everything seem to be going as planned, arriving at the hotel in a timely fashion. The check-in didn't take too much time either until Kento asked for confirmation that you were given the right keys and it was indeed a double bedded room.

As soon as he was told otherwise, he was infuriated.

"This is unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, sir. There was a mix-"

"I want to speak to your supervisor." Nanami huffs but before he continue his tirade, you place a hand on his bicep to move him away from the counter. He looks at you dumbfounded before clearing his throat and fixing his tie. His heart thumping a mile a minute at how close you are. "W-Why are y-"

"You're making a scene, Ken..." You smile toward the clearly distraught employee as you take the second keycard. His hand trembling, you know the brashness in Nanami's tone scared the poor boy. "It's fine. We can make it work."

Thanking the clerk, you pull Nanami toward the elevator to avoid the gazes of on-lookers. Some disgusted with his behavior, others annoyed at his out burst... you just want to leave the scene unscathed, freshen up and go to bed.

"I'm exhausted. I just want to go to bed. Please..."

"R-Right... My apologize. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable is all." He gives a strained smile, mentally smacking himself when he realizes he let something so insignificant get to him.

"It's okay." You simply nod, letting go of his arm as the door to the elevator close.

The ride up is quiet and finding your room is easy as you're now sat on the side of the bed, digging through your bag to find your night clothes. Sleeping arranging being the topic of discussion.

He doesn’t care where he sleeps as long as you're feeling safe and comfortable. He doesn't mind putting your needs before his own because he couldn't possibly let you take the couch.

You, however, insist that you're both adults and it doesn't have to be weird! Just two adults going to sleep (that's all). Right?

Except, Nanami's brain kicks into overdrive the moment both of you change into your nightclothes. You look so cute in your little romper (at least, he thinks that's what you called it) as he watches you move around the room.

Mesmerized how the navy blue compliments your beautiful skin color. He notices he can see all your curves in all of your glory and he loves the cute cherry pattern that repeats itself all over your body.

He turns away to catch his breath but if you were to look at him now, you'd know that something was wrong. Especially when he looks over to see you bent over and the shorts are riding up your ass.

"Are you okay, Ken?" You ask, rubbing lotion into your hands and walking toward the right side of the bed.

"Hmm?" He blinks rapidly, eyes searching your face as confusion overtakes your features. God, why were you so breathtakingly beautiful? "I-I'm okay?"

It comes out as more of a question than anything as he lays down to turn his back to you.

He can still hear you moving around the luxurious hotel after brushing your teeth and washing your face. He wonders if you're this active when you're at home. He can imagine watching you with a soft smile as you talk about your day and how much you hate the higher-up's while doing your nightly routine.

With your soft spoken manner, he could listen to you talk about anything for hours.

He knows he doesn't have the right to think about you like that but… He can't help it.

"Ken? Did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry. No I didn't." He clears hit throat and turns to lay on his back as he's met with you standing with your hand on your hips.

"Ijichi said he'll be here around eight in the morning so we need to be up by six thirty."

"Right." He says, condemning himself for letting his eyes roam your body because you're not a piece of meat for him to gawk at.

What the hell is wrong with him?

You slide into bed, ignoring the weird look on his face and pull the covers over your you to settle into bed. As you try to make yourself comfortable, he seems to be spiraling in his mind.

This is what he was afraid of!

You're so close, yet so far away and all he wants to do is cuddle up next to you. Be in your warmth but he has to tell you. He needs to tell you.

Should he finally confess to you now? Should he wait? He's waited long enough has he? Is it even the right time?

Arm draped over his eyes, he closes them as he feels the burn from the exhaustion. He tries to get his mind to relax but it's proven to be in vain when all he can think about is you.

"Ken?"

"Yes?" He says your name with so much exhaustion you feel bad for possibly keeping him awake, unaware that you're the reason he can't seem to fall asleep. "Are you okay?"

He hums as a response before letting the air settle into quietness.

It isn't until he he's made up his mind to tell you that he calls your name but hears your soft snores instead. Realizing you're already sleep.

Nanami sighs, wishing he could do the same as he tries to recount where his feelings for you began until he's finally able to fall asleep to the soft of the white noise of the hotel room.

The night passes in a blur when he slowly comes to as both of your alarms blare.

You've completely made your home on his chest. He couldn't lie, it was nice to wake up in your arms. You fit perfectly but he's not sure how you'll react to the revelation once you awaken.

He quietly untangles himself to head to the restroom as you grumble about missing warmth.

Maybe when he finally gets the courage to confess, he’ll be able to do it more often.

‣ kamo choso ♡ ↳ best friend(s) to lover(s)

There's something soft and sweet about being able to sit and talk with your crush best friend, regardless of where the two of you are. Like magnets, you always seem to find your way to him and vice versa.

Is what Choso would say if he wasn't sweating bullets, nervous about wanting to tell you how he truly feels.

Being able to talk about any and everything while cuddling with the one you love is the best feeling in the world but he wishes he could do more. He wants to be more than just a friend because... Well… he loves you. He's in love with you and he's finally come to terms with his heart.

Only problem is he doesn’t know where your feelings for him stand but that doesn’t matter right now.

The only that matters is how pretty you look as you continue to talk about the movie you took Yuji to see while he was busy with work. He can’t help the smile that makes its way across his face. He listens. Although your voice is beginning to come out as a whisper the sleepier you get.

It's so damn adorable.

“‘m not sleepy…”

He takes that as his cue to toss your favorite blanket over the both of you.

”Your voice says otherwise, lovely.”

You groan but don’t say a word, letting him pull you into his chest as he chuckles at your annoyance. You didn't want to fall asleep but ended doing so quicker then expected. He takes that moment to admire you.

He knows best friends don’t do things like this but he can’t help but want to do it with you. As he gazes at your lips, he wants to be able to kiss you when he can.

Instead, he leans in closer to kiss your forehead, feeling you squirm in his grasp.

There’s a certain softness that follows as your breathing evens out more. You look so peaceful and it takes everything in him to not coo at how cute you are.

He rests his chin on top of your head and smiles as you cuddle deeper into his arms. He knows it's not ideal to sleep on the couch so makes the split second decision to move himself to be able to pick you up to carry you to his bed.

You whine from the loss of body heat but once you feel him again, you snuggle deeper into his arms.

Laying you down and leaving (although he doesn't want to go) is harder since you won't let go of his shirt.

"Stay..."

You don't have to tell him twice as he takes the opportunity to throw the cover over both of you to let you finally get some sleep.

"G' night Princess."

You hum, falling back asleep as Choso rubs his hand up and down your arm and smiles softly.

Even if things don’t work out the way he wants them, he’s content with how things are now. He doesn't want to rush you into anything and he doesn't want you to feel obligated to say 'yes' if he asks.

Although, he does wishes you would give a chance.

A chance to show you he can be right for you. A chance to show you he can love you the way he knows you need to be loved. A chance to show you that you're it for him and he doesn't want anyone else.

He’s willing to do whatever it takes to show you.

‣ gojo satoru ♡ ↳ stranger(s) to lover(s)

Another day, another date.

This would be the fifth date within the last two weeks and Satoru couldn't have been happier.

Deciding on dinner and a little bit of ice skating this time, you're completely exhausted after trying to keep up with him.

He can see it in the way you're dragging your feet and how you're talking much slower than before. He should let you go home but there's something in him that just doesn't want to let the date end.

Insisting on having a little movie marathon at his place, he mentions you can sleep over if you don't feel up to driving home.

What's the worse that can happen?

Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you're already slumped as you're laying your head on his shoulder. He can't help but chuckle, unsure of what he should do. He doesn't mind laying with you in bed but he doesn't know how you'll react and the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

So, he maneuvers you so he can lay back against the armrest as he moves your body away from the edge so you don't fall and places a cover over the both of you.

There’s a sense of peace that comes with being someone you're starting to develop feelings for and right now Satoru feels that with you.

He can't help the smile that spreads over his face at the sight of you snuggling into his chest, squishing against it. Granted, maybe the couch isn’t the best place to fall asleep together but if he’s with you, he’ll be fine. He'll gladly take that crook in his neck or back pain.

He wants to kiss you but he's unsure of how you'll feel about since it's something you haven't done yet. He also wants you to be conscious when he kisses you as well.

So instead, he simply opts for watching the television until he can he fall into dreamland too.

Morning comes sooner than expected as he honestly hadn’t expected to fall asleep with you but he’s glad you’re getting your rest too. Especially after all the overtime you mention you've been working.

He loves the way the sun light shines through the curtains of his window, casting a angelic glow to your face. His gaze softening as he caresses the side of your face, thumb lazily rubbing circles into your cheeks.

You look peaceful.

He can’t help but hold you closer, not wanting to let go but of course, that causes you to stir. A lazy smile grazing your pretty features as he chuckles at how cute you look.

“What time is it?” You groan, rubbing at your eyes as Satoru leans over to light up his phone to check.

“08:40, beautiful.”

“Shit!” You jump up, accidentally kneeing Satoru as he groans in pain. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” He grits through his teeth as his hand flies toward his dick, you’re such a cluts...

But you’re a pretty cluts and well, he can get used to that.

‣ geto suguru ♡ ↳ friend(s) with benefit(s) to lover(s)

Suguru was ecstatic when you agreed to get drinks with him and his classmates. He loves that he would finally be able to spend time with you outside of only sleeping together. You couldn't wipe the smile off of his face even if you wanted to!

However, that only lasted until you and Satoru sat beside each other rather than you next to him. He hated being forced to witness you and Satoru joking together. Leaning on each other and smiling as if you've known each other for a while.

It made him feel like a third wheel.

Like he was the one intruding.

Even Shoko (in her drunken state) mentioned the two of you being perfect for each other but both of you quickly dismissed it.

Was he the only who thought it was a terrible idea? Suguru hated the idea of the two of you together.

You don't see the way Satoru glances at Suguru as you down your shot with a soft smile. You don't see the frown on Suguru face and the sympathetic look Satoru gives his friend because he knows all about his crush on you. Yes, you're a sweet girl but you're not Satoru's type. He sees you more as a friend than anything.

Plus, he wouldn't do that to his friend.

The night goes on when Suguru realizes how much you had to drink compared to everyone else (aside from Shoko).

Five drinks deep (with your confidence soaring) you slyly pull Suguru into a deep kiss before practically passing out in his arms. It was then everyone decided it was time to go.

He remembers telling Shoko and Satoru that he was going to make sure you made it home safely. He wouldn't have felt good sending you off on your own.

Waving down a cab as he carries you in his arms, he ignores said driver glare (granted he knows how this looks to an outsider) but it's clearly not that.

He gives the man your address, letting you lean on his shoulder to rest as he takes the chance to pull your hand into his lap to play with your fingers. Your soft snores being heard.

It doesn't take long to get to your place, pulling your keys from your pocket to let the both of you in.

Kicking off his shoes first, he takes off yours off next and leaves them by the door before picking you up again and carrying you to your room to lay you down bridal style.

"Suguru..." He stops in his tracks when he glances down to see you staring at him with the cutest pout he's seen thus far.

"Yeah Princess?"

"Stay with me, please..."

He notices you whine a lot in your drunken state and well, you were also incredibly strong as you yanked him by his arm for him to get in the bed.

He knew he should have fought harder but the way you were babbling so cutely about nothing had his heart pounding against his chest and he couldn't take how fucking adorable you are drunk.

He decides to let you get comfortable while laying against his chest so you could fall asleep. What he didn't expect was to fall asleep with you (maybe he was drunker than he thought he was). 

He wakes up before you as he tries to untangle himself from you. He realizes his issue because you're very touchy when you're drunk as well.

He takes a deep breath before adjusting himself (the last thing he needs is for you to see is how hard you make him).

Although, he doesn't get far when you whine to ask him where he's going as he tells you the bathroom.

And well, doesn't notice that you followed him in there.

‣ itadori yuji ♡ ↳ childhood friend(s) to lover(s)

It had been a long night of gaming together when you finally expressed you were growing sleepy.

Yuji insisted you sleep at his place since it was well past midnight, going as far as to tell you he would sleep on the floor so you can have the bed.

You told him you weren't going to put him out seeing as it was his apartment. It would be unfair.

Although, everything you were saying was going in one ear and out the other as Yuji continued to prepare his makeshift bed.

It wasn't until he was going to grab a couple of pillows that you moved them so he couldn't.

"My pillows!"

You giggle before sitting on your knees with a pretty pout dawning on your lips. His breath hitched the moment you lock eyes and for a second, he forgets how to even breathe.

"I told you, you didn't have to do that, Yu..." You whine, crossing your arms over your chest before patting the empty space next to you. Yuji stares, choking over his words as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I-I just wanted to be a gentleman…"

“And that’s fine and all but I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed so c'mon.”

The both of you get comfortable and talk about any and everything until you fall asleep first. It gives Yuji a chance to get a good look at you.

The idea of confessing has been floating in his mind and he knows he will have to do it soon because he knows you have a crush on someone.

He just doesn't know who it is.

When morning comes, Yuji wakes first.

The first thing he notices is his arm is numb but he quickly chalks that up to him laying on it wrong.

It isn’t until he tries to turn over, he feels you snuggle deeper into his chest. It's only then he realizes what position he’s in.

There’s a soft blush that begins to creep on his cheeks when the magnitude of how close you two really are. He goes to move again but you whine for him to stop. You're so comfortable, you don't want to move.

There's no need to with it being Saturday after all.

It isn’t until you both hear the sound of laughter that you jolt upright, startling Yuji as he falls off the edge of the bed.

“Idiot!” Sukuna boisterous laughter sounds through the silent room as Yuji tries to slap his hand over the mouth that formed on his face. "Your heart is beating so fast it's hilarious!"

“Shut up!” Yuji eyes you as he watches you get up from the bed to rush off to the restroom, embarrassment written all over your face.

Does Yuji scold Sukuna?

Of course.

Does he care?

Not in the slightest.

‣ fushiguro megumi ♡ ↳ classmate(s) to lover(s)

Honestly, Megumi doesn't remember how he managed to end up in your bed.

The both of you told Gojo you were going to stay late to spar. It took up most of your night but truthfully, Megumi wasn't complaining.

Especially since it gave him more time to spend with you.

He's been wanting to confess his feelings to you for the longest but most of the advice given to him made him even more anxious to.

'They're strong! You sure you can handle them?'

'A grade one and grade two dating? You sure you aren't delusional?'

'Are you even their type?'

All these comments circled within his mind as he walks you back to your dorm. Hands in his pocket and a soft pout gracing his lips, how was he to confess to you? Did you even feel the same?

"Are you even listening to me?" A soft giggle graces his ears and in that moment, he realizes just how much you make his heart race! He wonders if you even know how much you do. "Fushiguro?"

"Sorry. What were you saying?" He tries to play it off but he knows exactly what you were saying because he could listen to you go on and on about any and everything.

Right in this moment though, you were talking about something Nanami had taught you and damn, he's trying his hardest to suppress a warm smile.

As you're walking home, it suddenly began pouring rain. He knew he felt little droplets earlier but he thought you had more time to make back to the dorms.

Being the sweetheart that you are, you ask if he wants to stay until the rain eventually blows over. Your excuse? You didn't want him to catch a cold (which is sweet of you, he thinks).

Plus, he would be safe and dry (which caused his cheeks flush at how nervous he was) as he agreed.

Fighting over sleeping on the floor wasn't something he saw himself doing with you but he found it endearing. The moment you told him you would, he instantly told you no. He didn't mind sleeping there but he refuses to let you sleep anywhere but the bed.

It's silly, really.

Eventually you agree on both sleeping in the bed since you did have a king size. There was more than enough room for both of you.

As you finally fall asleep, Megumi lays staring at the unmoving ceiling as he listens to the pitter patter of the rain. He glances over at you a few times and can't help but smile at how peaceful you look.

"Maybe one day..." He whispers, turning his back to you as he closes his eyes to finally sleep.

What he hadn't expected was to wake up with you fully cuddling into his neck! He tries to still his heart from beating so fast but it's useless when he can feel your breath on his neck.

His eyes widen at the thought of how close you are as you smell so sweet. He's embarrassed that he even decided to sniff you in the first place.

He was doing well, trying to play coy because he didn't want you to know he likes you simply because he couldn't handle the rejection.

But... now... as he turns over to watch over you as you snuggle into his chest, he thinks he might have a chance.

He wants to tell you how he feels.

No matter the outcome.

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