#yuta blurbs

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:29 pm]

(cw: f!reader, child on a leash)

"Ok look at me," dad!Yuta guides the chubby face in front of him so their eyes are locked, "are you going to run away from daddy outside?"

"Yes," the little voice replies with a nod.

You stifle a laugh as Yuta sighs in frustration, "No, no running away outside."

Your son cocks his head to the side, "from mommy?"

"No running away from mommy or daddy," you reply, crouching down to his eye level.

"But I want to play," your son pouts. His eyes fill with sadness as he turns his gaze to the floor.

"Bub, it's not always safe to play outside. That's why you have to stay close, we want you to be safe, okay?"

The pout intensifies but he nods nonetheless. You finally make your way into the store. You needed some household essentials, your son needed more clothes, and you needed some groceries too. Yuta held your son's hand as you walked through the automatic doors and reached for a cart.

You honestly should have expected it, the colorful displays at the entrance were almost enough to get your attention fully, your son saw the bright colors and bin filled with stuffed animals and shot off. His hand slipped out of Yuta's and went straight for the stuffed bears.

"Bub, we told you not to do that. Come back," Yuta told him softly but firmly. You placed your purse into the cart and rummaged around until you found what you were looking for. The harness, the leash for your son that looked like a monkey.

His eyes caught it and widened, "No, mommy. Please, no."

You strapped it onto him, "Baby, you didn't listen to mommy or daddy. Next time, you're going in the cart and you won't be able to walk. Do you understand?"

He pouted, sad eyes fixed on the floor, "Fine."

You all walked throughout the store, your son trotting off everyone in a while only to be gently tugged back by Yuta. He did fine for the most part and you even considered letting him walk alone, until you passed the toy aisle.

You heard him begging Yuta to let him “just look, no touching. I promise.” Yuta had thankfully said no, you knew your son could spend hours just looking in these aisles if you let him. 

Your son had complied and went walking behind the both of you as you walked by, his little feet dragging, and lips pouted in the hopes that you both might change your mind. Or even just one of you. 

You had almost made it completely through this section when the store had unfortunately placed some of your son’s favorite toys toward the very end. You heard an excited squeal and turned to see your son just inches away from reaching one of the toys and your husband pulling on the handle of the harness. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, moving your purse and the few items you had placed in the seat and grabbed your son to place him in the front seat of the cart. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, moving his legs to prevent you from seating him. 

“Mommy! Mommy, just want to look! Please!” He pleaded, softening his gaze since he already knew the puppy dog eyes would sometimes work on you.

You successfully sat him in and connected the seat belt, “You promised me, baby. You didn’t listen, didn’t I tell you this would happen?”

He nodded sadly, giving in and resting his chin atop his hands on the handle of the shopping cart with a soft, little sigh. You could feel yourself giving in, wanting to let him down and just hold his hand as he looked at the toys. He couldn’t help it that he got his dad’s hyperactive genes. It wasn’t his fault.

“Nope! Let’s move!” Yuta interrupted your thoughts, grabbing the cart and moving you all toward the grocery section. “I know your brain works, honey, it wasn’t a good idea,” he told you with a pointed look.

You crossed your arms, “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Sure, honey. Here Bub, you hold the eggs and be very gentle, ok?” Yuta replied while shooting you a look from his peripheral and placing the carton of eggs on your son’s lap.

You son nodded excitedly, “gentle,” he repeated. He places a hand in front of and on top of the carton while looking down at it in wonder.

Yuta turns to you, whispering, “Why can’t he be like this all the time? I don’t like walking around with a leash kid, people judge us. I can feel their eyes on us, but he doesn’t listen!”

“I think when they see him running around they understand. Do we have everything we need?” You ask while looking over your list and double checking the cart.

Yuta huffs, pausing to think, “I want something sweet. Let’s go look at the bakery.”

He and your son start moving toward the bakery while your son excitedly chants, “cake!” over and over again. 

Maybe they both needed the monkey harnesses.

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a/n: I have no idea what this is🧍🏻‍♀️(fratboy!Jaehyun tomorrow)

[hwaflms]

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚! ⭒ bf!yuta x reader 𖦹  𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘! ⭒ fluff 𖦹  𝗪𝗖! ⭒ 0.861k 𖦹 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦! ⭒ none! 𖦹  𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦! ⭒ just a short drabble bc i rly enjoy writing these days <3

[ ☆ 4:37 p.m ] sunlight bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of yours and bf!yuta's shared apartment. the sky is clear, birds are singing and yuta even hums along to some tune playing in his head. you can hear the kids from the apartment below splashing away in the pool, squeals and giggles echoing against the walls. all of these features point to the perfect day to spend outdoors.

which is exactly what you wanted to be doing. deciding earlier in the day that you would go for a walk at around 4:30 p.m, when the time came around, yuta had already put his outside shoes on, water bottle in hand. you would have joined him had it not been for this terrible headache of yours.

you had spent the last half an hour on the couch trying to fight your headache while yuta napped in your bedroom. you had turned over in every position, flipped your cushion over a number of times, even tried blocking out all the sounds from outside with your eyes closed, but to no avail. you had taken a pill for it earlier, but this one was persistent, the dull thud throbbing away inside your head while you lay there trying to numb the pain.

"aww", yuta cooes, finally noticing that you hadn't moved from the couch. "what happened, angel?"

sensing your discomfort, he plops down on the couch in the space between the arm rest and your feet, placing a hand on your calf. "head hurts...", you mumble into the material of the couch, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. yuta makes another sympathetic sound and begins asking you a couple standard questions, such as ‘did you take something for it?’ and ‘have you drank enough water today?’, replying ‘yes’ to all of them.

if this was a regular headache, the pill you took should’ve kicked in by now, but still you lay on the couch, feeling lethargic as ever. looking at the leaves blowing outside with the faint breeze through the window, you try to sit up out of slight guilt but end up feeling groggy and soon, yuta’s gentle but firm arms are helping you lie back down.

“i don’t think i have the energy to go for a walk, babe”, you mumble into the pillow, feeling flushed and sticky all of a sudden. he brings his hand up to your forehead to try and check your temperature, biting his lip in concentration. “i can’t tell if you’re burning up or if my hand is just warm…”, he mutters more to himself than you, but he soon starts talking his shoes off, so it’s pretty much decided that neither of you are leaving the house today. “i may be getting a cold.”

yuta excuses himself to the bedroom for a couple minutes and returns with a damp hand towel and a blanket, lifting your head up ever so gently to seat himself, like you’re made of porcelain. the action makes you giggle weakly but you push yourself up anyway, making space for your boyfriend who softly coaxes your head on to his lap.

his hand immediately finds itself smoothing out your hair, fingers carding through it while you hum appreciatively. this new position is ten times more comfortable than your previous one, head resting easy on yuta’s thighs while he delicately massages your scalp, applying the right amount of pressure. “thank you…”, your voice is a little muffled due to your cheek being squished against his leg, but he recognises the tiredness behind it and the way your eyes droop a little.

yuta adjusts himself so he can reach over to grab the blanket on the coffee table and rest his back against the sofa better, but your eyes are closed and the movement makes you think he’s trying to get up, eyes shooting open immediately. “shh…”, his hands fly back to your hair, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses– your nose, cheeks, eyelids and temple are all victims of the attack. “i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax…”

“mm, don’t want you to catch my cold, if i have one”, you argue feebly, but make no move to get up from his lap, to which yuta replies, “we can be sick together, it’s okay.” remembering the damp towel, yuta folds it one, two, three times before brushing the stray hairs off your forehead and placing it on the warming surface, instantly feeling a sense of relief from the cool material. he smiles softly when he hears you sigh contently, snuggling yourself into him even more when his fingers return to your scalp.

“i’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that”, you warn him slightly incoherently, but you know he understands you because he chuckles a little, dragging his knuckles across the expanse of your cheek endearingly. “that’s the idea, babe. i’ll carry you to bed later, don’t worry.”

and that’s how your afternoon goes, wrapped up in a warm blanket while the throbbing in your head minimises little by little, yuta’s soft hands playing with your hair absentmindedly as your eyes become droopier.

[cheolcam]

꒰♡꒱ avisos: yuta rockstar, leitora influencer, é mencionado uma vez que a leitora é peituda, a leitora é chamada de boneca, corruption kink (?), tudo é consentido, sugestivo, não revisado.

꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: o final ficou meio bosta pq eu me distrai pensando em outro scenario...

yuta rockstar que não vale nada, e você sendo uma influencer famosinha que é convidada pro show da banda dele.

tudo começou quando você repostou um story em uma festa que você tava e a música dele de fundo. yuta soube da sua existência quando você apareceu no explorar do insta dele e ele gostou do que viu.

você não tinha o mesmo estilo que as minas que ele come, mas ele se sentiu atraído mesmo assim... yuta é um homem simples, ele vê uma mina com cara de sonsa e uma grande comissão de frente ele se atrai.

ele te seguiu e via seus storys sempre que ele tinha disposição pra entrar no instagram, curtiu algumas fotos e nada mais, o que já causou um puta burburinho supondo que vocês tem um caso ou algo assim.

você nada boba, não confirma, nem nega continua seguindo sua vida com o seu conteúdo. engajamento é sempre bom quando esse é seu único trabalho. yuta segue curtindo seus posts e às vezes comentando um emoji ou outro, até que um dia ele te chama na dm dizendo que vai fazer show na sua cidade e perguntando se você quer ir.

você aceita, fica na parte restrita a frente da pista premium junto com mais alguns convidados e yuta faz contato visual com você o tempo todo, e você fica hipnotizada. nesse tempo que yuta começou a interagir nas suas redes você chegou a procurar sobre ele e a banda, ouviu as músicas e até gravou um tiktok dublando a letra (yuta também comentou nesse vídeo) mas nada te preparou pra ver ele pessoalmente. ele é gostoso demais.

depois do show você percebe que é única que usa uma pulseira diferente, quando yuta disse que queria te conhecer pessoalmente achou que ia ser algo geral, com todos os outros convidados, mas a pulseirinha rosa te rende um encontro vip com a banda.

com ajuda do segurança você chega no local do encontro, tira fotos com a banda e troca uma ideia rápida, todos eles se despedem de você, menos o nakamoto. ele te chama pra tirar uma selfie pra postar depois, afinal vocês meio que viram um hiperfoco da internet por alguns meses. você aceita, tiram, e quando percebe já estão sozinhos.

yuta pergunta se você tem algum plano pro resto da noite e você diz que não tem nenhum, ele sorri. "quer ficar comigo? nunca visitei a cidade, mas tô cansado demais pra sair e todo mundo vai ir jantar..."

você aceita, pergunta pra onde vocês vão e ele responde "não sei boneca, quer ficar aqui ou ir pro hotel?" você fica tímida, imaginando se o convite teria um motivo escondido. "sabe boneca, quando eu te vi, eu fiquei pensando muito... você é tão linda..." ele se aproxima e percebe que você não se afasta. "pensei em te quebrar, te fazer chorar, hm? tão lindinha... você choraria por mim, meu bem?" você parece um pouco confusa. "choraria se eu te fizesse implorar pela minha pica?"

vocês não consguem nem chegar ao hotel, o máximo que conseguiram for chegar no camarim do nakamoto.

ele te joga no sofá e resolve te comer lá mesmo, sua maquiagem e cabelos impecáveis saem uma bagunça, o suor causa uma sensação desagradável, ainda mais com a porra do japonês nos seus seios.

yuta te olha com um sorrisinho de canto e pergunta se você aceita ir pro hotel pra mais uma...

você aceita.

[nqctar]

✿ yuta nakamoto as your cg !

pairings: cg! yuta nakamoto x little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply. brief (non-sexual) usage of "daddy."

유타 / cg!yuta nakamoto x little reader ♡

dni: you sexualize age regression.

requested by anon!

so when you first told yuta about being little he was like

"hmm okay.." and left.

and you had no clue if he was okay with it or not.

but then he came back with like eight stuffies and a colouring book!

as a cg, he's more on the quiet/observant side.

lets you do your thing, and checks in on you if you haven't been yelling or making some other random noise in a while.

this does NOT mean he won't play with you.

yuta will absolutely have a tea party!!

you hand him a tiara to wear during the party & he starts smiling because of how cute you are.

takes the tea party seriously, maybe a bit too seriously.

"don't drink it yet, baby. it's still too hot."

if you're near/next to him, you're 100% gonna be holding hands or pinkies.

also really loves cuddling, sometimes he'll just pick you up no matter what you were doing & hold you.

very calm! doesn't get mad.

you're his baby, why would he get mad at his baby?!

this means you really never end up in time out, though all he has to do is give you 'the daddy glare™' and you're immediately done throwing a fit.

VERY protective of you, makes you hold his hand while you're in public, tells you to stop running even if you're just speed walking.

always has bandaids with him just in case.

did i mention that he loves cuddling?

gets you to slip into little space by being all-

"if only my little baby was here to cuddle me..."

& then you hide your face because of the nickname!!

makes you something before bedtime, usually hot chocolate

WITH EXTRA MARSHMALLOWS!!

if you end up falling asleep on him while you're on the sofa, he's definitely not moving

he doesn't wanna disturb his baby!

so he just wraps his arms around you and whispers an "i love you," while playing with your hair

oh & he always makes sure you have your paci before falling asleep!

thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you wake up with your paci and stuffie. teases you about it the next morning, which makes you blush and hide your face.

"why's my pretty little baby hiding their face, hm?"

"could it be... no! you aren't feeling shy, are you?"

you giggle and tell him to stop

as for titles you call him, he's fine with daddy. sometimes it's yuyu.

no matter what, you're his pretty baby :(( <3

[saturnznct]

dad!yuta | insta posts 2

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[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! characters, dom! maki / sub! yuuta, cunnilingus, bondage, overstim

maki using you to teach yuuta how to eat pussy !!（〃∀〃；）

well, teach might not be the right word. it's kind of like when parents throw their kids into the pool and force them to learn how to swim.

her hand has a vice grip on the roots of his jet locks, shoving his pretty face between your legs — legs that are tied by the ankles to either side of the bedframe. yuuta clearly has barely any clue what he's doing, but, to his credit, he can barely breathe.

his tongue is lapping at your sopping cunny so so so desperately, no direction or technique in sight. it's not even close to enough to make you cum, it's barely even stimulation at all. ugh!!

maki can tell you're dissatisfied — it's written all over your face and clear in your lack of moans — and it brings a scowl onto her face. "yuuta," she hisses, dragging his face against your sex, "try harder."

yuuta tries to mumble some sort of apology from his useless mouth, though it comes out as just a weak whine.

"listen to me," she scolds. and, again, it's just a whine in response.

though, he seems to actually listen. you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as his tongue tentatively flattens on the underside of your throbbing clit. the moan the bubbles from your parted lips is enough confirmation that he's finally doing something close to right. so, he does it again. and again. and again. until your choked moans and the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your weeping bud fill the room.

"that's better," maki grumbles, and you can feel yuuta's lips curve into a smile at her half-hearted praise.

it's not long before your strangled, pitchy moans grow louder and yuuta's slurping the cum you're despoting onto his eager tongue. maki smiles a little as your squirm and whine through your orgasm — though your writhing is heavily reduced by your restraints. she uses her free hand to gently rub up and down your trembling thigh in a stark contrast to how hard she's gripping yuuta's hair, forcing his mouth onto your twitchy, overstimulated cunt again.

"too much, maki! tell 'im i need a — ah! — break," you gasp out when yuuta's tongue doesn't let up, flicking your throbbing clit like it's all he's ever wanted.

she almost laughs in your face at that. too much? no. he won't be done until he's mastered the art of making a pretty girl cum. "not yet," she says with a small head shake , "put your tongue in 'er, yuu," she instructs the boy.

and, he is so obident to her every command — she has him on the shortest leash, you think — sinking his hot tongue into your hole. he moans against your pussy when it excitedly clenches around the pretty pink muscle. he fucks his tongue in and out of your spasmodic entrance, a small smile on his lips as another climax seems to crash over you.

and, true to maki's word, yuuta spends hours learning between your legs until he is an expert! though, unfortunately for you, you end up a shaking, sniffling mess after far too many orgasms (o^▽^o)

[tigerpeachs]

-`ღ´- a/n: thinking about possessive Yuuta ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, mdni, fem reader, jealousy, afab reader, cream pie 

Yuuta would never admit to it. But he’s possessive. He likes having things to himself. He grew up as an only child and loved when Rika gave him all her attention. He likes it when Gojo trusts him enough to send him on solo missions and treats him as an individual. But don’t get him wrong, he loves being friends with everyone too. It’s the devoted attention that makes him feel good.

When he started dating you, he felt restless. He wanted your attention constantly. He wanted you to only spend time with him. He hated when you went out with others, even if it was just Maki and Nobara, because why wouldn’t you want to just stay with him.

Yuuta is possessive. When he has sex with you for the first time, he can’t help but claim what’s rightfully his. He cums deep inside of you. You whine feeling his warm cum coat your insides. He feels like he’s in a daze as he pulls out and sees your cute pussy gaping for him. Oh and you're doing so well holding his cum in too. Your body knows what’s right. It knows that he’s right for you.

And when he witnesses Itadori or Megumi or even Gojo flirt with you, he feels his jaw tense with anger. You belong to him. Not them. Him. So the next time you’re moaning against his sheets, he makes sure to leave marks. Bites, hickies, hand prints on your ass. He spared no expense. And fuck you’re such a good girl. You took everything, bouncing on his dick, saying you belong to him. You’re all his, forever. That line pouring from your sweet lips has him cumming over and over again inside of you.

He almost wants it to take. So then other people will finally stop flirting with what’s his.

Yuuta is possessive, but especially when it comes to you.

[strawberrymochin]

I’m so weak for your switch!Yuta 😭 expand on him a little bit more? Idk I love him your honor

switch!yuta can be expanded in many ways. My favourite one is his obsession with your boobs. You know he's literally drooling with heart eyes and hands itching to touch those peaked heads but no. He will keep himself restrained and just stare when he's under you, being the Lil submissive boy he is. He will wait patiently for you to snake your hand on the nape of his neck, bringing his mouth closer for him to suck. Only then would he allow himself to touch, grope and bury himself between your boobs and muffle his moans as you ride him.

However yuta in his dominant energy, allow himself to fuck you without mercy, until he hears satisfying chants of his name spilling from your mouth. He'd take you from the back, one hand groping your boobs while the other chokes your neck, bringing your head to rest on his shoulders. He'd pound into you, while pulling your nipples with the back of his hooked index and middle finger and roughly circle your sensitive buds with his calloused pads of his thumb. He'd kiss you behind your ear and ask you with his sleepy eyes, the one that you can see reflecting in the bathroom mirror “a-am i fuckin'—nngh— you nice and good?" And when you don't answer he'd bring his hand flicking the untouched nipple on rhythm with his one deep thrust, that'd have you spilling your answer with tears of pleasure messing your mascara....

Omg I'm yapping am I? oh and stay hooked for i'm working on a yuuta fic which will be out soon. Till then read my satosugu fic: 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 ��𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ

[catboyieejeno]

texts ; lee donghyuck (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧

pictures bf! hyuck sends you of himself

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:24 am]

(cw: reader and Yuta have both consumed alcohol, mentions of alcohol and weed, steamy scene while under the influence, i said fuck and dick)

You were a blur of white in front of Mark’s hazy eyesight, why did he feel like he had to do something about you? He wasn’t in charge of getting you to the party, he knew that. And there was no way any of the guys would let you go home in your drunk state, so it couldn’t be that. Plus, you always spent the night with Frat boy!Yuta anyway. Hmmm, it had something to do with Yuta too but Mark couldn’t be bothered to remember as his song came on and he ran to the dance floor, abandoning the smoking circle.

From the other end of the room Haechan catches sight of you and Yuta heading upstairs just as he throws his head back for a shot, he couldn’t even remember how many he had at that point, but he did have a sneaking feeling he had to do something with Yuta. Whatever, someone had just suggested beer pong and Haechan never lost at beer pong. Yuta could wait. 

You sighed dreamily, head pressed into the plush pillows on Yuta’s bed paired with the searing kisses he was pressing down your throat, “Nu Chi throws the best parties.”

“We’re about to fuck and you’re thinking about the party? I literally have my hands inches away from your underwear right now,” Yuta deadpanned, albeit his words were slightly slurred.

“You’re not just about to fuck me, you know I like to kiss a little,” you smiled, tangling your fingers in the hairs at the nape of his neck before you finally yanked him toward you and pressed your mouth to his own.

From downstairs Johnny had just gotten a feeling in the pit of his stomach that his stupid, very, very stupid, younger frat brothers were doing something they weren’t supposed to. He caught Taeyong’s eye and he knew they had both gotten the same feeling.

Johnny had managed to carry Haechan off the beer pong table and wrangle him outside so the fresh air and the cold bottle of water in his hand could sober him up, while Taeyong was dragging Mark, who was fighting very hard to go back because “Man, they never play my boy Drake at these parties. Please, bro?” Which was a total lie, Drake was played at every party.

The two youngsters were sat in the grass avoiding the gaze of their president and vice president. “You guys were supposed to keep an eye on them! You know how they get,” Taeyong started.

“Now we have to search the whole house to make sure they haven’t advanced to fucking like rabbits!” Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, “We made it easy and assigned one of them to each of you. God, we made sure they didn’t interact for the whole party, your only jobs were to make sure they never left anywhere together.”

Haechan slurred angrily, “Maybe you should have been in charge if it’s such a problem then.”

“Stop talking before you make him more mad, let’s get inside and find them before they do something they regret,” Taeyong instructed.

While they searched the house from bottom to top, separating random couples attached at the mouth, pounded on bathroom doors, and even looked under tables-yes, they had caught you and Yuta making out there once- you two were busy upstairs. It was an unfortunate habit that happened anytime with you or Yuta had a single drop of alcohol. You two would sneak away if you had the decency and make out as if no one would ever find you. They all thought it was funny at first seeing you two practically swallowing each other in a karaoke bar after some beers, but after years it became an issue of losing the two of you and having to apologize to police officers on more than one occasion. Taeyong and Johnny had known you both the longest and knew what could happen so they started interfering when they could, assigning you babysitter spies in the form of younger frat brothers. Which usually didn’t work out, like tonight, with the presence of alcohol and weed as a temptation at the end of a long school week.

You were both shirtless now, you were sat on his lap, hands tangled in his hair while his fingers were quickly working at the button on your jeans. You were trying so hard to not grind down on him to make it easier for him to get your pants off while you were otherwise occupied. 

You both pulled away to breathe just as the button had become unclasped, “finally.”

You smiled excitedly, rolling over to pull your pants down your legs, pausing when the rush of alcohol made you feel dizzy. When you felt steady again you laid back down on the bed, allowing Yuta to hover over you while his fingers lightly teased at the band of your underwear, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this baby.” This would be the first time your drunken make out sessions advanced past just making out, Yuta was a ball of nervous excitement with a hint of arousal.

You smiled, pressing feather light kisses against his bare shoulder, “You expect me to believe that the hottest frat boy of Nu Chi doesn’t have someone to keep his bed warm every other night?”

Yuta stopped his movements, “No, you’re it for me. There is no one else for me in out school, in our city, country, or even the whole world. It’s just you, baby.”

You were lost in the intensity of his gaze as the door flung open to reveal an out of breath Johnny and wide-eyed Taeyong. “God, every fucking time! Why didn’t we check here first?” Johnny wondered aloud, grabbing the clothes off the floor.

Taeyong handed you both water, while Johnny pulled your respective shirts over your heads. “You guys know you aren’t allowed to sneak off together. Brother’s rooms are off limits to those not in the frat before the party is over,” Taeyong paused eyeing you, “and you both aren’t aloud to wander off and risk a charge of public indecency. We don’t want you to end up doing something either of you regret.”

“I’d never regret Yuta,” you hummed, snuggling into the pillows and letting your sudden exhaustion pull you to sleep.

“Because you never remember the next day,” Johnny mumbled under his breath before turning his attention to Yuta, “Bro, why do you always do this? The next day you’re the only one who remembers confessing your love or kissing or whatever you do when you sneak away and then you get hurt. You do this every time, and every time we tell you to confess when you’re both sober and you never do. You practically had your dick out this time bro, c’mon just confess!”

“I get scared,” Yuta replies, uncharacteristically shy. His gaze was locked on your form knocked out on his bed. He liked you- hell he might even love you. He loved being with you, having you in his bed, kissing you, even the nights that you forgot he found himself loving, little stolen moments in time just for him to remember. 

“Dude it’s your best friend! You both end up making out and ending the night in the same bed every single time you drink, you’re telling me you don’t think the feelings are mutual? For having made the Dean’s list the last two years, you are pretty fucking dumb,” Johnny chuckled.

“I’ll confess tomorrow,” Yuta sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

Taeyong smiles as they leave the room, “We’ll hold you to it.”

Now, where did they leave Mark and Haechan?

a/n: i actually love (????) how this one turned out!!!

[yup-thats-me]

—the street interview • Yuta. O

pairing; bf!Yuta x gf!reader | non-curse au summary; Yuta is sure to let the world know how devoted he is to you warning; none

“I’ll go to the shop for bit. You wanna come?”

Y/n asked her boyfriend, Yuta. He smiled, shaking his head. “No. Go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

“Alright! I’ll be quick”, Y/n smiled pecking him as she rushed off. Smiling, Yuta took out his phone going through all the pictures he took of her beautiful girlfriend.

While on his phone, he was startled when a girl approached him with a microphone and a filming unit. Shit! Y/n come back fast!

“Hey,” He recognized the woman to be Yuki Tsukomo. The famous influencer who goes around town asking people about their romantic preferences.

“Hey…” Yuta replied awkwardly, his eyes darting around frantically, searching for his favorite girl.

Smiling, Yuki continued. “You’re so cute! I’ll get straight to the point,” she urged. “What is your type of girl?”

Yuta was stunned for a moment. His type of girl? He’s a bit embarrassed to reply. Sure, he saw them almost every day of his life, but he did not spare them as much as a glance. How could he look away from you? It will take forever for him to be able to take his mind off you. Thus, how could he have a type when he has you?

“I do not have a type. I have a girlfriend.”

This was an answer Yuki never heard in all her days of doing street interviews. “But surely you have a preference you like?”

Yuta thought for a second. “My preference would be my girlfriend.”

“Dude!” Yuki was getting frustrated. “You must have had girlfriends before her, right?”

“No,” He smiled as he remembered the day when he first met you in a bookshop. But that is a story for another day. “No. She’s the only (normal) one I ever had.”

Yuki’s eyes were wide in surprise. He is so pure, blinded by love; almost like a new puppy who’s fond of their owner. She congratulated the girlfriend in her mind. The girl this guy spoke of, she was being loved so devotedly, so wholly.  She must be very, very lucky.  But Yuki wasn’t the one to give up.

“Then,” She said giving a twirl. “Rate me out of ten?”

Yuta chuckled. Did this woman not realize how much he absolutely adored you. His laugh was the only answer she needed.

“I cannot rate you because my girlfriend’s so beautiful, she broke my meter.” Yuki’s heart was aching for this couple, honestly.

“Yuta!” Y/n came back, two matching keychains in hand. She was about to speak before she noticed Yuki and her filming unit. “You busy?’’

Without a warning, Yuta snaked his hand around Y/n’s waist, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, passionate exchange. Yuki squealed at the scene before her, jumping like a little girl. The bystanders who had been watching their short interview also clapped a bit, happy for the couple.

When they parted, Y/n’s entire face was red; she shyly hid herself in Yuta’s chest,

“Girl, you better keep a strong hold on this man. He’s a keeper. Absolutely smitten!”

Y/n with a smile said, “I plan to.”

And she did.

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[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

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nct 127 as… / fanfiction aus!? 🏡…

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✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

[multi-fandom-imagine]

-Along with kitsune, the tanuki is also a strange yokai famous for its ability to transform in Japanese folklore-

─ ★JJK Men falling for a Tankui

Pairing: Yuji, Nanami, Yuta

❥: Yuji Itadori:

Takes him a bit to find out what you actually are, a few people gotta clue him in on it.

Nearly dies when he see's your fluffy tail and ears for the first time. Just think's they're the cutest thing in the world.

Love's it when you curl into his lap, love's how you feel safe in his arms.

Think's your ears and tail are just the softest, he cant stop touching them.

"P-please! Please! Please let me see your ears again." Yuji clasped his hands in front of him, lips quivering lightly.

Shoulders dropping, you gave Yuji a crooked smile and with a puff of smoke a pair of fluffy ears appeared on your head, your large fluffy tail wrapped around your waist. "You're lucky you're so cute." You teased as Yuji bounced towards you.

Grinning he happily wrapped his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his cheek into yours. His hand then grasped your tail, a small whimper leaving your lips as you pressed your face into his chest.

"Ah! Yuji!"

Giving you a sheepish smile, his cheeks turned pink as he quickly averted his gaze. "Sorry...want me to stop?"

Biting your lip, you stood on your toes as your lips brushed his neck. "I want more."

❥: Nanami Kento.

Nanami knew what you were not human the moment he met you, what you were he did not know?

Saw you change into your true form, though he didn't say it outloud. Nanami thought you were absolutely adorable.

Will do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

Nanami often finds himself letting his fingers run through your hair, gliding his finger tips across your soft ears and tail.

"A-ah Nanami!" His name spilled past your lips as he continues to fuck you. One hand on your hip, as the other clutched your tail to control his thrusts.

Leaning down, he let his lips brush your neck. "You were being such a good girl today....until you just had to swipe that watch."

Pulling out, the man let the tip of his cock brush your entrance. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Whimpering, you did your best to push back on his cock though it was hard due to Nanami holding onto your tail. "He-he deserved it...he was bad mouthing you."

Biting back a snort, Nanami had a feeling that you were telling the truth. "I'll let it pass...this time." He whispered agains't your neck, giving the skin a sharp nip as he slammed back into your pussy.

❥: Yuta Okkotsu

Rika was the one that told him what you were, he did his best to say away from you. Not when you've been so kind to him but he just found himself unable to stay away.

He started to see you more and more once he found out that Rika liked you.

Think's your ear's and tail are adorable, thinks it is even more cute when you shift into your animal form.

Start's to fantasize about what yours and his children would look like.He hopes it would happen one day.

Is very protective of you, would kill who would ever harm you.

Easily embarrassed when you two have sex, your tail is just so soft, he likes it when you caress his bare skin with it.

Shifting on the couch, Yuta let his fingers run through your hair then up to caress your ears, a tiny whimper escaped your lips as you nuzzled your face into his chest. He could see the heat in your eyes as you shifted your body in his lap.

A small gasp escaped his lips as he felt tiny little fangs prick his neck. Pulling away, you gave him a teasing grin shifting your body causing Yuta to let out his own little whimper.

"You know what touching my ears does to me." You whispered against his neck rolling your hips into his feeling his hardness press into your thigh.

Letting out a shaky laugh, Yuta ran his fingers down your back only to grasp your ass tugging you close to him. "I can fix that."

[gojonanami]

1) virgin prince gojo: he has a reputation of a womanizer but he never has been with a single person before, not even his first kiss. the rumors are because he doesn’t wish to take concubines but has to — but he never beds a single one (a sworn secret). reader is aware, but promised to him because of her ability of foresight — the two fall in love slowly. but not before reader foresees gojo’s death.

2) cult leader geto: you had been ‘saved’ by him, recruited to his cause and his trusted companion -/ even in bed. he tends to use you to perform rituals to convince the money seeking monkeys of his abilities, but when you get a little too needy, he punishes you, in front of them all.

3) cult leader!geto and six eyes!gojo x reader: reader is a potential bride for suguru, an offer he does not get often - but reader is the heir to a clan with sway in the jujutsu community, so geto accepts -- but there's a catch. his best friend has to approve -- and have you too.

4) samarai!choso: choso is discarded by his family for his unusual abilities, called a curse and set to drown. you, an heir to a feudal family, manage to save him, and convinces them to take him in as your personal guard. he is your best friend. and he is recruited to fight a war and you never hear of him again. until you are set to be married -- and he comes back, vying for your hand.

5) childhood best friend!gojo: you were suguru's older cousin, the one who stayed with him during summers. you were in middle school when he was in elementary, and you spent your days with them. gojo fell in love from the moment he saw you smile. but eventually you stopped coming -- and you both fell out of touch (though gojo kept tabs on you, and you heard things about gojo from suguru) and when you do move back after starting a new job, you find satoru has grown up in a lot of ways...but most importantly, his childish crush seems to have blossomed into love?

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Yuta ꒰ ꒰ nct ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡