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genuinely irritating how this fandom erases yuuji’s weird/ “offputting” traits. like sure, he’s upbeat, cute and social.

but he isn’t as innocent as everyone here paints him to be.

he’s into pretty gory stuff, isnt scared or disgusted by curses even from the initial start, unlike other commoners. gojo describes him as “a bit crazy” and he’s definitely right.

he went gambling despite being underage, uses vulgar speech, he does pretty unsanitary things and literally cannibalizes including fingers of an ancient corpse?

when his friends talk about toge’s struggle as a cursed speech user because he could easily kill someone by accident, he calls it “cool”. he can be very violent and unforgiving if he’s angered etc. etc.

he’s good natured and goofy and naive sometimes, but he’s far from being pure or innocent.

𖦹 IN YOUR SPIRIT, SINGING SOFTLY ⇆ yuuji itadori

┆︎summary ┆︎betrothed to an elusive shy highborn lady, yuuji is determined to uncover the woman hiding behind the harsh expectations placed upon her by her family.over the years, you grow to love one another.

┆︎tags┆︎medieval/fantasy au, prince yuuji, highborn lady reader, toxic families (readers), neurodivergent coded reader, betrothed childhood friends to lovers, fingering, missionary, loss of virginity, vanilla sex

┆︎wc┆︎8.7k (woo boy!)

┆︎an┆︎can this be a get-together fic if you're already married...?

the day dawns like any other.

it is well beyond the first hours of light touching the highest towers of castle itadori. the air is cool, crisp, gently wafting through the trees. from end to end, the entire land seemed to be waiting with baited breath as his father proposed a betrothal to you, a lady from not-so-distant lands.

tensions have been rising between your families, it is no secret to anyone. and yet, no one knows what started it, who fanned the flames of hatred between the two―only that his father wishes to fight no longer. marriage of his only son, to your families only daughter was the easiest way to promote prosperity between both families.

to yuuji, being betrothed to you is both a blessing a curse. he is only nine, and anxiety looms inside him in a way that is foreign. he had only heard of you in passing. in scant lessons from his tutors (when he bothered to attend) when they explained the lineages of other great houses. even then his tutors did not have much to say about you.

an enigmatic girl, said one. the other; a delicate whisper, in name and in mannerisms. not much at all to go on at all, yuuji thought―not when your older brothers were described in such apt words, endless details, it seemed, of their accomplishments for your house.

luckily, he did not consider himself the type of prince who let others do all of his thinking for him. determined to speak to the girl he was promised to marry, the young prince sought you out all on his own.

it takes him a while, wandering the halls of your castle. but eventually he finds you in one of the dayrooms. it's well into the afternoon, and his stomach grumbles.

you're sitting on your knees, resting them against a pillow, yellow gown fanning out against the fine hardwood floor. like a tulip, turned over. most of your black hair is pulled away from your face―like tufts of clouds. and two pieces frame the sides of your face, decorated with pale wooden beads. simple but intricate jewelry adorns your neck and wrists. and as if in juxtaposition with your overall dainty appearance, a bug skitters across your knuckles.

its long and spindly, with a black body and hundreds of brown little legs. it is easily the ugliest creature the young prince has ever seen. you make a game of it though, turning your cupped hands this way and that as you keenly watch the bug scatter across your brown hands.

"what is that?" yuuji asks, dramatically gagging, as he approaches. he sits beside you on the floor, peering over you to try and get a better look. you try to shield the creature from him, but when your eyes catch his own curious gaze, you relent, slowly showcasing it to him.

"it is a centipede" you say quietly, turning your attention back to the hideous creature. "the maids were going to kill it"

i can see why, he thinks to himself. "it is...interesting to look at" and strangely grotesque as well. yet the longer yuuji looks, the less disgusting it becomes.

you don't reply to that. yuuji allows himself several moments to study the face of his future bride. you're pretty―why no one has ever told him this before? the sun darting through the windows only highlights your skin, turns it to simmering gold before his very eyes.

he watches keenly as your fingertip softly traces the backside of the centipede. your head turns slightly to look at him. "would you like to hold it?" you ask, and your voice is so quiet that it could easily have been drowned out if there were more people present. "it does not bite, if you are worried about that, prince itadori"

another foreign feeling overtakes him. fear, apprehension, skittering around his body like the centipede over your hands.

"just yuuji, please" he warbles, steeling his nerves. "alright"

you only stare for a moment. "you do not have to, if you so wish"

"of course i don't want to" yuuji admits, pouting at you. "but you are, and you seem to like it. how bad can it be?"

you stare for a moment longer. your head turns instinctively towards the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

"i am not someone who needs to be impressed, my prince" you say, standing to your feet, quickly crossing the dayroom to reach the large window.

yuuji follows after you on lanky legs, unlatching the window and pushing it open. you stand on the tips of your toes, carefully depositing the centipede onto the side of the castle wall. it doesn't move, but with a gentle nudge from your fingertip, the grotesque beast understands the notion and scurries away to freedom.

and just in time too. the door opens, and your mother strides pridefully into the room, head held high, flanked by several ladies. she's so different from you, who seems to further fold into yourself when she makes herself known. he finds himself watching the scene was intense concentration.

he doesn't like what he sees.

your mother takes one long look between you and him. "prince itadori, what a surprise" she smiles, but it's a fake one. she looks about as pleased to see him as he does her. "your father is looking for you" she says dismissively towards him as she sinks her claws into your shoulder. "dear, come along now"

you follow after her like an obedient little duck, looking back at him only once before your mother forces you forward once more.

--

the young prince is hardly a boy, anymore. ten long years have passed since he's met you―and your mother and father have kept you on a tight leash. he's seen only glimpses of you, and now that he's met with you completely, yuuji finds that he is at a loss for words.

you have yet to see him, and in fact, your back is turned to him. your chaperone stares him down―like he might somehow defile you if he even dares to step too close. ijichi, yuuji's own chaperone, stands closer towards the garden gates. it had taken far longer than it should have to convince your parents to allow for a courtship.

they had seen no importance in it. the two of you were to be married, the agreements set around that notion ten years ago. why did it matter if he courted you properly if the end result was to be the same?

he thinks they are fools. it isn't uncommon at all for people to be arranged to marry. his parents were. but they fostered love for one another over the years. yuuji is determined to make it work with you.

yuuji takes a step forwards, then another. your head is craned downwards, towards your lap. the prince wonders what has caught your attention. at last, your chaperone ruins the serene moment with a cough and a pointed glance in his direction. you turn slowly, and it is with that motion that yuuji finally sees what had been closely capturing your attention―another one of your spindly beasts.

the sight of it brings a fond smile to his face. yuuji bounds eagerly towards you, taking the available seat next to you on the marble bench. just like when he was a boy, the prince cranes his neck, peering into your hands. "that is a large beetle" yuuji remarks, gazing at the insects unique markings. "where did you find it?"

you glance towards him―pretty brown eyes scanning over his features. "in the peonies" you tell him quietly, and place the beetle onto the grass, and both of you watch it as it scurries away.

there are perhaps a hundred different flowers. "which ones are the peonies?" he inquires, once he can no longer follow the bug with his eyes.

"the coral colored ones, there" you instruct, pointing, before bringing your hand back into your lap. yuuji watches the movement with rapt attention.

the prince hums in response. he knows that conversation isn't something you really seem to...like doing. from his observations of you over the years, you are content to be alone and in silence. yuuji wants to know where you go, when you recede into your mind like this.

the flowers are very pretty though, and it's just as nice to sit beside you and exist. but he practically vibrates with the need to ask you a thousand questions. to know as much as possible about you.

you like the gardens, that much is obvious. you seem completely relaxed and at peace here—more than he's ever seen in the past. how often do you come here? do you simply sit alone? are you lonely? you seem like you are. is it possible to be both lonely and at peace?

"prince ita–yuuji" you start and his attention comes to you swiftly. you seem to notice him looking, because you keep your own gaze focused on the sleeve of your dress. "...nevermind. it's nothing"

"no!" yuuji exclaims, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. he winces, and holds the back of his neck. "sorry—i don't mean to be loud. it's just that i care what you have to say, even if you don't think it's important"

you look surprised for a moment, before that expression too, falls away. you shake your head softly, looking at him. yuuji likes it when you look at him, he realizes. there is always so much to say in your gaze and yet none of it leaves your mouth.

"i was only going to apologize" you explain in that little voice of yours. he can excuse the way he scoots even closer—surely far closer than appropriate—at the softness of your voice. there is a sad expression, more melancholy than usual and one that the prince does not like. "i know i must not be the sort of woman you would have married willingly. but despite my faults—"

yuuji's face scrunches up. "did your mother tell you to say that?" he interrupts, sounding annoyed and far angrier than he means to. you aren't like the other women. why your mother insists on forcing you into the same little box, yuuji has no idea.

silence. behind you, he can hear the shifting of weight from one foot to the other of your chaperone.

"only that i should vow to do my best by you" you say, after a long while. there's more to it that you aren't saying. but yuuji knows the sort of woman your mother is, the sort of man your father is. it couldn't have been anything good. and he hates how they've sank their claws into your skin and made you think so lowly of yourself.

"did you want to be married?" inquires the prince instead, staring at you. slowly, you give a small shake of your head. "so it should be i that should apologize then?" yuuji asks once more, though there is a teasing edge to his words.

another shake of your head, innocent and genuine. "you've done nothing wrong"

"and neither have you" he says, watching the way your eyes widen slightly in shock. "i would rather be wed to someone real than someone constructed based on what they assume i do and do not want in a partner"

it's too early for yuuji to tell how he feels about you. and he knows he cannot expect you to know the same. he can't say, with complete certainty, that he loves you. but the way the corners of your mouth quirk up into a slight smile makes him believe that he could. or maybe, he is already well on his way to doing so.

--

yuuji wonders how many times he's going to find you like this : alone and with your back to him, the foreground in a scenic location. his foot crunches on a twig, and you turn to face him. there is recognition on your face and you do not look as closed off as you usually are. yuuji swears that he won't allow himself to wonder what that means.

"hello, yuuji," you greet softly, and the prince forces his legs to carry himself. he stands in front of you—raking his eyes over your form. you're dressed more formally than when you lounge around in the gardens. a soft colored gown, lavender or white he cannot tell, with pretty pearls embroidered in elegant designs. poufy sleeves, curling like your hair, and a shiny necklace around your throat.

"you look beautiful" he says honestly, clasping his hands behind his back so that he can fidget with him. his voice comes out slightly raspy, throat dry. he hopes you cannot tell.

you stare at him for a moment. "thank you" you say, clearly waiting for something.

yuuji startles. "sorry!" he says, chuckling. he can't stop staring. his eyes flit from your face—your eyes especially, and your mouth, and then to the curve of your neck. your shoulders, your waist. your hands, where your fingers are intertwined. yuuji swallows again, and curses his wandering eyes. "your father sent me to retrieve you. the hunt is starting soon"

this late into the courtship, and with the wedding not so far away, both of your chaperones have eased up, and yuuji has been alone with you on a few opportunities. and the prince knows that your reclusive nature only eases the minds of society. no scandalous activity of any sort will be taking place between the two of you. but each time has ended exactly as it is now—with him stumbling over his words and making an utter fool of himself.

softly, a frown etches its way onto your face. "i thought i had more time" you say quietly, more to yourself than to him. your eyes meet his own. "i do not wish to go" you tell him, nearly pleading.

"i know" yuuji responds, and stands a bit closer. his heart pounds in his chest, beating so loudly it feels physical— at the way you unconsciously lean in the direction of his voice. you take comfort from him. from his presence. even though you do not say it. you do not need to. he feels as though he is beginning to unravel you, and the fact that you let him makes him feel...makes him feel honored.

he knows how much you hate these events, but as his betrothed both 1of you know how important it is for you to place yourself into society. he wants to touch you, to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. but the prince knows the two of you are not there—not yet.

"will it comfort you to know that the hunt will not take very long?" he asks quietly, as the two of you begin to walk back with the rest of the royal hunting party.

"it does" you reply softly, looking up at him briefly with your captivating gaze. "you will make sure it doesn't suffer?" you ask quietly, after a moment.

you and your bleeding heart. "you have my word" yuuji promises solemnly, meaning every word.

as you both near the clearing, the prince can hear the sounds of conversation. the men clean and toy with their weapons, boasting loudly of the kills they are sure to earn. the women are all huddled away from the sun underneath a tent. the smell of fruit wafts from it, fresh and cloying. honey and lemon cakes too, if his nose does not betray him.

"prince itadori! we were waiting for you" calls out one of the lords. his hair is graying, but he can't possibly be older than forty years of age. he walks up to where he is standing at your and shakes his hand. "if you were to take any longer, i'm sure some of the elders would have fallen over"

"i apologize" yuuji tells him, though he does not truly mean it. "my lady's father asked that i retrieve her" the lord seems to have remembered that you are actually present and turns that sleezy smile in your direction. then he reaches out to offer to shake yours as well. you take a miniscule step towards yuuji, and decline the offer with a shake of your head, a quiet no thank you on your lips.

the lord is clearly miffed by your refusal. his mask cracks, minutely, before repaired. "it's rude to refuse to shake a lords hand, my lady. has no one taught you this?"

immediately, yuuji is stepping forward. he doesn't like the way the lord speaks to you, clearly. the disgust in his voice. the sneer of his upturned nose.

"that is my future wife, and your queen" yuuji's says lowly, blood boiling. he cuts in front of you, glaring down sharply at the stout man. "i will not allow her to be disrespected, in front of me no less, as though she is a simple-minded animal"

"my apologies, my prince— i only meant that—"

"what is meant is what was said" snaps yuuji, catching the attention of several other passerby's at his outburst. he opens his mouth to say more, but is stopped by the brand of your fingers wrapping gently around his forearm. yuuji's voice dies in his throat, eyes glancing down to stare at your slender brown fingers against his skin.

you're touching him. your melodious voice melts his brain as you begin to speak. "it is alright yuuji, i take no offense"

"i apologize for my tone" the prince apologizes, turning to face you more openly now—uncaring as the man slips away with a hurried excuse. "i wasn't too much of a brute, i hope?"

you laugh. laugh. at something he's said. it's soft, but its undeniably there. today is beginning to be one of many surprises. "only the normal amount, my prince" you respond, though he can hear the jest in your tone.

a horn blows, more for his benefit than anyone else's. it is with great that yuuji must leave you—though he stands and watches you enter the tent with the rest of the women before joining the men for the hunt. he is terribly useless during it all, mind clearly wandering. he is teased far more than he would like about the obvious subject of the prince's distraction. the hunt is over a handful of hours later and the men return to camp carrying a boar and a handful of rabbits.

those who are married go to their wives. those who are not either chat up the few ladies who remain unwed, or talk amongst themselves. yuuji busies himself with searching for you. the prince knows you'll be alone and he begins to make a game of it—searching in many nooks and crannies around the clearing. and he does find you, a short while later.

or rather, it is you who finds him.

"i was looking for you" yuuji says, stating the obvious, once you quietly alert him to your presence. he can spot his own parents talking, sharing a drink as they laugh, caught in their own world. before he can think twice about it, the prince begins to imagine the two of you in such a scenario.

you hold a small box in your hands, ignoring his words as you deposit it softly into his hands. "i regret that i could not see you for your birthday" you explain, folding your hands into one another as you stare down at your feet to avoid his gaze. "i hope you like it yuuji, though if you do not, my feelings will not be hurt"

"i love it" yuuji says, even though he has yet to open it. you lift your head, quirking a brow at him. the prince is quick to amend himself. "i mean—i will love it. because you are the one who got it for me" he tears open the box quickly, uncaring of how eager and childish it might make him look.

it is a pocket watch. small and golden, engraved with vines. when he flicks it open, a simple message awaits him ; happy birthday, yuuji and signed with your name. the surface is smooth, and yuuji runs the pad of his thumb across the front again and again.

"you fidget, sometimes, with your pocket watch—when you are troubled, i think" you explain, looking up at him. the prince holds your gift in one hand, reaching down to his pants to tug the old one off the chain. the surface of the clock itself is cracked. "you visited our house for tea, and when you opened your watch to check the time i noticed it was cracked."

the gold of your gifted watch stares up at him. yuuji's face reflects in its surface and he feels oddly near tears. it is a simple gift. he has received more expensive things by a long shot. but nothing compares to the fact that you see him well enough to notice his habits. to notice something as minuscule as knowing he needs a new watch.

i can't wait to marry you is perhaps too loaded for this moment. the last thing he wants to do is scare you off. things are going so well. you've just begun to open up around him. his presence brings you serenity instead of the discomfort of a stranger. he has the rest of his life to tell you how he feels.

so instead, yuuji swallows, looks at you and says, "thank you"

--

the morning sun streams through open windows. yuuji, who usually sleeps with his back facing them for a reason—wakes with the light pressing against his eyes. with a displeasure hiss, he turns over only to find that the right hand side of the bed is empty. the prince, now married as of one day, sits up hurriedly in bed.

once his alert mind catches up to him, you're easily found. you lean against the balcony, looking down. the line of your body is tense, and your shoulders are square. yuuji imagines that for you, there is much to be unhappy about. he tries to remind himself that none of it is because of him.

quietly, so as not to startle you, yuuji calls out your name. he stands beside you, shoulders nearly touching. if the wind blew hard enough, he imagines he could feel the tense side of your body against his own. "early riser, i take it?" yuuji inquires, turning so that his back is pressed against the rails. he can get a better look at you this way.

your mouth pulls down into a soft frown. your fingers twist and pull at one another anxiously. "occasionally" you tell him. then, "when i cannot sleep"

"what troubles you?" asks the prince, just barely fighting to tack on a love at the end of it. not there yet, he reminds himself. not there, we're not there yet.

it is probably the wedding. you don't like attention at the best of times. but not even you could weasel your way out of this one. imagine―a crown princess hiding out from her own wedding. and how alienating it must be, to live in a place that is not your home, surrounded by people you do not know. yuuji absentmindedly traces his lips with his finger, recalling the chaste kiss pressed to them at the ceremony the day before. was there more he could have done, to ease your discomfort?

"we did not consummate the marriage" you explain softly. nervously, you pull at your fingers.

"you did not want to" reminds the prince, not unkindly, staring at you, trying to piece together what you really mean. "why would i force you to do something you do not wish to? it is cruel"

"i should have pushed past my discomforts" you whisper softly, staring down at your bare feet. "they may argue that our marriage is less legitimate if i cannot produce an heir—much less if word gets out that we did not...i do not want to cause you more worry" you finish, sounding so helpless it breaks his heart.

he has an inkling of what this is really about. for a moment, at the reception, your mother had pulled you away. you had left him with an uneasy smile on your face and returned to him so obviously crestfallen. he can't imagine what it is that she's said to you, what lies she's filled your head with.

yuuji steps closer, and gently covers your hand in his own. he turns it over in his palm, relishing in the fact that you do not move away. "if our positions were reversed, would you force me?"

you stare up at him with wide eyes. "...i would not"

"why do you insist on treating yourself so unkindly?" he says softly, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. "i only want to see you happy. i wish to bring you no discomfort, no pain. and i know you wish for me to be the same."

"children require a lot of effort, and take a toll on the mind, and the body" continues the prince. "we will not sire a child until you wish to, and not a moment before. it is you who i am wed to, not the court. the court will not be the one to carry the babe, you will"

you are silent for a long moment. the minutes stretch onwards, and your hand trembles where it rests against his own. a quiet sniffle, and then tears. yuuji stares, unsure of what to do.

"what if i am never ready?" you whisper wetly, looking away from him.

yuuji wants to kiss you. it's a thought that comes at the worst possible time—and shames him thoroughly. but it is true. yuuji wants to kiss you, and he wants to hold your hand, and show you so many wonderful things. things you deserve to have. that you should have already had. but he swallows, and pushes down the feeling.

"i still would not force you" he says truthfully, and it physically pains him to imagine a world where he would. another soft sob escapes you. it physically pains him to see you this way, like someone has stabbed him and left the wound open. "would you like to be held?" yuuji inquires softly.

he doesn't expect you take him up on it. but you do, nodding minutely before stumbling your way into his chest with a sniffle. it's a testament to how much you've grown, over the years. yuuji's arms wrap around you immediately, rubbing softly at the center of your back as quiet cooing noises leave his lips.

"...thank you" your soft cries have subsided, but yet you remain in his embrace. if you do not wish to move, then yuuji won't move you. he can feel you moving, can feel your chin digging into the center of his chest as you slowly blink up at him. tears clump your lashes. the prince brings his finger to your cheek to brush away the last of them.

"i am here for you" yuuji tells you, staring you in the eye so you know how serious he is about this. about you. "always"

you say nothing, only moving to tuck yourself back into his chest. yuuji can feel the way you breathe deeply, and the shuddery exhale that follows as you allow yourself to be comforted.

--

it has been nearly two months since then. and something almost...tangible has passed between the two of you. yuuji can feel it, in the heavy way you look at him. contemplative. questioning. though not in a malicious way. the opposite, really, considering there is no-one more incapable of malice than you.

and that is why yuuji is so afraid to ruin things. ruin them with his feelings, ones he isn't sure you return. afraid to ruin them by showing you that he is not as good as you surely think him to be. afraid to disappoint you.

yuuji's sure you've already noticed his mood as of late—sullen. brooding. clipped, one word answers. how he holes himself up in the council room, or in his office. and when he cannot contain his anger and frustration at the state of things, the training yards with the knights.

that is where he is now, when you find him. todo, one of the knights, has just swept him expertly off his feet. he lands ungracefully on his ass. with a groan, the prince pulls himself to his feet—uncertain now why the usual boisterous training yard has fallen silent.

his heart plummets to the bottom of his stomach when he finally spots you standing in the yard. you hold the skirt of your gown in light fists to protect it from getting soiled by the mud. the juxtaposition it creates—a delicate flower surrounded by dirt and grime.

"i tried calling for you" you say quietly, as the prince bounds to your side, leading you away from the dirt. he knows he must smell, yet you do well to keep your face cool and neutral. simply being in your presence is enough to begin to lift away the sour cloud that hovers above him. "i stood on the balcony. but you could not hear me. it is very loud here" you continue to explain, as if yuuji might somehow be upset with you for any of it.

"have you any need for me?" yuuji asks, cursing himself for being so filthy. if he were cleaner, perhaps you would be up to holding his hand again.

at this, you hesitate. but then the prince can physically see the way you steel your nerves, before raising your eyes to his and giving him one solemn nod.

"only your company" you tell him, so very obvious that you're forcing yourself not to look away. "but it seems i have caught you at an ill time. so it can wait until tomorrow—but i was...i was wondering if you would like to spend the day together?"

"yes, please" yuuji rushes out, before you can even finish. you look at him in surprise, for a quick moment. like you can't believe he had agreed. "today, works. i just need to bathe quickly—"

you give him a small, fond smile, tilting your head to show that you're listening attentively. yuuji's mouth clamps shut and he feels himself turning red.

by now, the both of you have reached your shared chambers. and so, there is no real need for yuuji to stammer out a shaky, "i will be only a moment. to bathe. if that does not set our plans too far back"

but he does. stammer, he means, and you only send him another one of your soft smiles. your hands are clasped lightly at your front. really, you look none at all inconvenienced. "i will wait here for you" you say—gesturing to the bedroom.

"alright" yuuji croaks, and proceeds to set records for fastest bath ever taken. you stand close, much closer than usual, as the two of you exit the chambers. the prince tries not to let the proximity of your body heat ruin his life. he fails. how is it that your presence alone sends him spiraling, but is the only balm for said malady?

and then his brain really does short-circuit once you close the little distance between you. your left arm loops through his right one—but you keep your gaze trained forwards. steadily so. "i am not being too forward?" you ask, refusing to look at him.

"not at all." a gaggle of maids smile as you both pass. yuuji places his hand over the one currently curled around his bicep. he is stiff, almost, as you lead him where you please.

eventually, the two of you end up in another one of the castles gardens. this one is smaller, more private. out on the veranda are two chairs and an easel.

"you mean to paint my portrait" yuuji says, quite dumbly—feeling his face get hot. his palms itch and he feels sweaty, all of a sudden. he's thankful now that you aren't holding his hand.

"if you do not oppose" you wager and you both are looking away from each other now. "i am good at it. i wouldn't make you look like a horrid beast"

it's meant to be a joke. and yuuji takes it, laughing a lot harder than he should for such a little quip. but the corners of your mouth turn up slightly in satisfaction.

"what would you have done, if i had not agreed?" yuuji inquires, departing from your warmth. not that he would have.

you take your place by the easel, holding a pencil in your hand as you begin to sketch the shape of his head—the drape of his wonderful sandy hair. "i would have painted the other chair"

yuuji makes a noise, and laughter peals from his throat so hard that he loses his careful position. you sketch furiously now, concentrated and he realizes that you are trying to capture his laughter.

your head pokes around the easel, brows knit. "you have so many facial expressions."

"that's a good thing, i hope" yuuji replies, feeling his face flush at the way you stare at him. the levelness of your gaze and the relaxation that settles into your bones.

"i have never seen something so alive before" you murmur softly, more to yourself than to him. your eyes dart just west of his face. they dart away again, just as quick. you move to mix your paints now. "i want to be alive like you are"

you are alive yuuji wants to say. painfully so. people just do not care to stay long enough to see it. but he does. he has. yuuji has been there, every step of the way—watching you blossom underneath his hands and eyes. a choked, panicked sound erupts from his throat. your eyes snap up, alarmed.

"...forgive me" you apologize, just as yuuji says, "i am in love with you"

both of you freeze. the ornate palette in your hand hovers in midair, awkwardly close to the easel.

"i have tried to hide it" yuuji whispers at last, when you do not say anything at all. he pretends to pull at a very determined thread in his pants, avoiding your eyes. "and i have tried not to pressure you.i—in anyway. you do not have to return my feelings"

out of his peripheral, he can see see the way your face pulls and twists. "how do you know?" you aren't disgusted. he hadn't expected that you would be. he knew you wouldn't. you aren't the type. but still the fear had clung to him like a second skin anyway.

"i think of you often. i see you everywhere, even when you are not present" yuuji starts, swallowing thickly as you continue to paint. "i have always seen you. since i was a boy. i want you to feel safe, and happy. anything that pleases you, pleases me in turn. when you hurt, i am hurt as well."

you choose not to say anything towards that for a moment. the silence is killing him. yuuji is practically vibrating in his chair.

"i have always wondered, what that feeling felt was called" you murmur softly, looking at him so clearly now. you place your brush down onto your palette, squeezing at the bodice of your dress—over your heart. "i have known very little happiness in my life. and i thought you...i thought you would be like the rest. and yet you have shown me the complete opposite of my expectations. you possess such goodness. it's a rare trait for most to have"

"if that is called love, then that is what i feel for you" you say determinedly, and yuuji had forgotten what it was that he was so upset about in the first place.

surprisingly, after that, the two of you don't talk about it. not openly. he doesn't need you too, he realizes. over the next few weeks, you continue to work on his portrait. yuuji doesn't understand much about painting and art in general—but what he knows is that you've already reached the point of needing him to sit for you. and yet, that doesn't stop you from offering anyway.

always, magically, you seem to sense that he needs a reprieve from the life of the almost-king. you pull him away into your world, where everything is peaceful and calm and quiet. it's different, from the times where he's had his portrait as a boy. he had always assumed he had been too restless, too energetic to sit still for so many hours.

and yet, whenever you tell him that you are finished for the day, yuuji is surprised to find how much time has passed. his body prickles, waking up. he gets so lost in watching you or daydreaming about you or some combination of the two that the time flies.

he's almost...saddened, when you finally finish it for good. you've sent for a few servants to carry it off into the dayroom—covered by a tarp. yuuji will be the only other person to see it. there's almost this, apprehensive look to you, brimming with excitement as your hands pull off the tarp.

"do you like it?" you ask, gazing at him with your wide brown eyes.

he is only half-aware of dropping his lemon tart to the ground. you've painted him in this half-surprised, half-joyful expression. but there's indescribable fondness in there too. there's the parting of his mouth—as if he is only waiting to exhale a breath. there's ruddiness to his cheeks and his eyes seem to be trained towards something just out of reach of the frame.

how long has he stared at you, for his gaze to be always trained towards you—even when immersed in a painting?

"is this is how you see me?" he asks, brown eyes darting from you to the portrait again, amazed.

you sidle up next to him, standing so close that yuuji has to wrap an arm around your shoulders, anchoring you to his side. "that's how you have always looked at me"

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it's nearing your second anniversary. yuuji has your gift (s) hidden away in his study—where he is now. a collection of things he's found on his occasional travel throughout the kingdom. a yellow and blue day dress with gorgeous golden lace and flowing sleeves. he's always liked you in yellow, and the fabrics feel soft to the touch. ones he'll know you prefer to feel against your skin.

a very large tome about insects, seeing that you've finished what little the castle libraries have on the topic. a journal with a clasped lock, embroidered with pretty vines. so that you can jot down your findings and recite them to him later.

you've recently gotten into calligraphy, and yuuji had procured you nice pens which the vendor promised were prefer for the art. and finally, two tickets for the sleeping beauty ballet—on the last day of its showing, when there are guaranteed to be less people attending.

a little overboard perhaps, considering the fact that yuuji stops and gets you a gift no matter where he is. even if it is as simple as a rose. but he can't help but spoil you. you deserve it. and his reward is the delighted expression you make, and the soft breathless thank you, that passes your lips—ever sweet and genuine.

your fist knocks gently on his door. yuuji makes sure that your gifts are out of sight before telling you to enter. you do, but do not cross into his study. yuuji's brow quirks at the odd behavior. you hang onto the doorframe, grip tight.

"dear?" he inquires, standing up with a start. "is something wrong?"

you shake your head. "n-no. there isn't. i just. i'm ready."

a puzzled look befalls him, trying to discern your meaning. "ready for what?" you only stare imploringly at him. it hits him all at once, what you mean. what if i am never ready? his face turns bright red. "now?" he confirms.

"please" you warble "if you want—"

"of course i want to, love" yuuji interjects, before you can get in your head about it. he steps out from behind his desk, pushing aside the work he planned to finish before bed. his palm settles on the small of your back, guiding you back into the bedroom. further still, so that your bottom lands on the bed.

yuuji crawls in after you, gently pulling you forwards. his hand cups the side of your face—like he has so many times before, eyes fluttering shut as your mouths meet in a soft kiss. you seem to melt in it, bringing your arm up and around his shoulders. he pulls away, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before diving back in for another. and another, and a dozen more.

you squirm against him and sparks light up down his spine. yuuji's hand toys with the short sleeve of your silken fabric of your nightgown before pulling away. he needs both hands for this, untying the lacing for his breeches and top—but unwilling to separate from your mouth.

he tugs himself, almost impatiently, out of his shirt. it pulls the softest sound of laughter from your lips and yuuji nearly moans at the feeling of your hands pressing against his bare chest. your hand darts away at the sound—but yuuji intercepts the touch, pulling you back in.

yuuji dives back in for another kiss, tilting his head to deepen it as your hands curl up at the front of his chest. the two of you languidly kiss for a few more minutes as the arousal begins to slowly pool in both of your bodies. your hips twitch, bucking unconsciously against the hardness of his cock against your thigh.

his hand slides up the side of your body, once against playing with your nightgown. "lets get this off" he suggests softly, gently—like his isn't itching to feel your bare skin. you agree with a soft noise of consent, and a breathy okay, yuuji before you allow him to undo the lacings at the back of your nightgown.

he bunches it up at the bottom, knuckles skimming along your thighs before slowly pulling it up, up, up. his mouth waters as each inch of tantalizing skin is revealed to his eyes. he's never seen so much of you before, body usually covered by your dresses and underskirts. gently, yuuji presses you down against the bedding, bracketing your body with his own as his hand cups your supple breast.

untouched and unused to anyone touching you in such a way, you squirm, a soft sound leaving your lips as yuuji fondles your breast in his warm hand.

"is this okay?" he asks, kissing you again.

you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. his thigh slides between your legs, and he can feel the dampness of your panties. his thumb circles around your nipple, dragging his lips from your lips to your jaw and then down to your neck.

use your words, love, gently admonishes yuuji. i need to know if i'm hurting you.

"okay" you say softly, giving him a pleasured little sigh that doesn't do anything but make his cock ache. "yuujji—that feels good"

your skin pebbles underneath the touch. a moment later, and your nipple is stiff, pressing up against his fingers. yuuji switches to your other breast, angling his body to pull the right back into his mouth. his other hand splays across the warm skin of your stomach, skirting further down to your panty-clad mound.

there's a damp spot against the fabric. yuuji groans around your nipple at the feeling. wet already, and he's done nothing major but play with your breasts and kiss you until your both dizzy. he's going to make you feel so good. yuuji pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop!, fingers pushing your panties to the side as his fingers lightly trace through your folds.

the shape is familiar, and the sound of your moan echoes in his ears as he places the memory of the anatomy model against the real thing. yuuji studies your face, watching and cataloguing which touches make you squirm. which ones make you moan. and which ones make breathless exhales of his name pass through your lips.

you seem to like it best when he starts from the bottom, dragging two of his fingers around your entrance before skirting back up to press firm circles onto your hooded clit. your hips twitch and buck—seeking more friction.

"i'm going to put one in now" yuuji murmurs, spreading your thighs nice and wide for him. he can feel you stiffen up slightly and that won't do. his kisses you again, rubbing quickly on your clit to get your legs to fall open once more. he presses in, tucking his face against the crook of your neck to groan at the tightness of your cunt.

your hips squirm and wriggle, cunt clenching wetly around the intrusion for a moment. trying to push his finger out, before greedily sucking him in. your arms circle around his head, nails lightly scraping against his shoulder and back.

he fingers you slowly, pulling all the way out before pushing back in steadily. his cock is rock hard now and he can't help but to softly grind his cock against your body. "th—that feels good"

"yeah?" yuuji asks, sliding a second in along the first. "how does this feel? too much?"

you shake your head, biting at your lip again. and then you remember yuuji's earlier admonish, gasping out a "no-no. please don't stop" that has him nipping at your skin in deep curling satisfaction. he alternates between stretching you out, scissoring your cunt and between thrusting in an out two fingers becomes three and by the time he works you up to four, your so desperate for it that your thighs tremble and shake―toes curling.

"am, am i not ready now?" you ask, drool escaping your mouth. your eyes fly down to meet his own and the lust that reflects in them has him pulling his fingers out with a rush, licking them clean.

you rise up from the bed enough to help him out of his breeches and underwear, lying back down and spreading your legs. yuuji settles back between them, feeling your warm thighs underneath his hands―the heated supple flesh.

at the last moment, his hand darts out to grab one of the pillows, shoving it underneath your hips. at your questioning look, yuuji turns slightly pink for an entirely different reason.

"i've read that it helps with the penetration. makes it easier for a maidens first time" he explains softly, idly rubbing at your thigh to calm you. "and i'll reach deeper inside―which will feel really good"

it's your turn now, to wear an expression of slightly embarrassment. yuuji's body brackets yours more fully now and he begins to guide himself inside your sticky cunt. a soft, almost pained sound escapes you, replaced by another drawn out one. "you've...been reading?"

he's caught between watching your face and watching his cock sink inside inch after inch. "i inquired about it with your physician. she informed me that female pleasure requires more than male pleasure and―breathe love, there you go, you're doing so well―oh god, you feel so good."

his words bite off, snapping his hips forward and burying the last few inches inside of you with a groan. you yelp, thighs shutting before cracking open again, blinking up at him with wide eyes. you breathe, like he's told you to, visible as you settle around the sudden stretch.

"it doesn't hurt" you murmur quietly, like you can't quite believe it. your eyes go back up towards his face, hand settling around his bicep. "wh-what were you going to say?"

"your physician." yuuji starts, and then stops. his brows crinkle, and his hand trembles in the bedding with the effort it takes to hold still and not to just go wild. "she pointed me to a few books about female anatomy and pleasure―is it alright if i move now?"

you process his words, before nodding. a meek, "yes, please" falls from your lips and no sooner is he pulling out and pushing back in. a squeaky little noise leaves you, shadowed by yuuji's own moan as your tight cunt grips him. practically greedy, the way it's sucking him back in.

he understands now. why men go to war for their women. why they fight so hard and for so long, brutal. anything to be able to come back to this. he's never understood the appeal for sex―why men were so desperate to sleep with someone.

though you aren't just anyone. you're his wife, his sweet wife, nails pricking at his shoulders as his hips snap up to meet your own wriggling hips, little ah ah ah's leaving your lips, eyes fluttering shut and opening again. he feels that fondness bubbling up in his chest, love spilling out into each thrust into your sopping cunt, each fevered i love you, uttered into your skin.

yuuji leans forward to nip at your skin, sucking a mark along your collarbone when you make a loud moan, body seizing up like someone had just poured liquid fire over you. afraid that he's hurt you, yuuji pauses, lifting his head from the crux of your neck and shoulder―panic on his features.

you're quick to reassure him of the opposite. slurring, "no, noplease, please don't stop. please―" and he realizes, sort of late, that he's hit your spot.

"it's okay, sweetheart, love, i'm not stopping" yuuji promises, angling his hips and nailing that spot head-on. you make a litany of noises now, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and nails scrabbling along his back.

he loses himself in the feeling of your velvet heat. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your round bottom fills the bedroom and the creaking of the bed adds a filthy undercurrent to the way yuuji is pleasuring you. he can feel your cunt clenching around him, throbbing and you're just as close as he is.

his mouth blindly finds yours, though the sloppy kiss is more tongue and teeth than any of the gentle finesse from earlier. yuuji props himself up on his elbow, driving his cock into you again and again, ramming against your g-spot―before slowing down into a sensual roll that has your hips lifting off the bed, chasing after him for more friction. his hand snakes down your body, returning to your clit.

it only takes a few more quick, rough circles on your sensitive nub for your body to tighten up and release, reaching out for him and panting out broken syllables of his name. it's a sound he won't ever be able forget.

yuuji pulls out, hand around his aching cock. jerking once and then twice, painting your thighs and cunt in thick stripes of hot seed. he collapses into bed beside you, curling around your naked body.

"was that your first time too?" you ask, turning to face him. though, its more like your face is in his chest and a moment later he can feel you mouth at the skin of his neck. it tickles, and he laughs, throat dry.

his hand rubs at your back, like he can't quite be separated from you just yet. nerves still thrumming with energy. he's decided that he'll follow after you into the bath, if you're comfortable with it. that'll be nice. bathing with you.

"it was" yuuji assures, gazing down at you. "i wanted you to be my first―if you wanted to at all." his first and his only. for the rest of his days. for as long as he's known you, he's been entranced. first with figuring you out, then with learning you overtime. and now simply, with being with you for the rest of his life.

a fond look passes over your face. you look just as fond as he does, smitten out of your mind. "i must make every woman in the kingdom extremely jealous, to have the heart of such a good man"

he's willing to argue that he's the luckier one. but exhaustion befalls your face, and you curl up further against him. moments later, you're deeply asleep.

the prince, nearly king now, presses a kiss to your slacken lips and follows you off into slumber.

© amalainse -- do not copy, steal or plagiarize my works.

I know this isn't what I usually post, but yuji be looking pretty AF.

(Yes I drew this last night)

I love this Goober.

yan!jjk - who's most likely to kidnap you?

8- Toji Fushiguro

Okay listen, the only reason this guy isn't kidnapping you is because he's living at YOUR house. You make the money, and he trusts you to be fine on your own. The worse he'd possibly do is keep you on house arrest so he can make sure you're safe and it ends very shortly. Over all he can't afford (literally) to not have you go outside.

7- Yuji Itadori

This is mostly the same reason as Toji's - he doesn't have his own house. The dorm is very cramped for two people and even then someone would notice the noise. But the most important reason, Itadori doesn't want to ruin your trust! What if you never want to hug him again???? He doesn't want to see you sad! You're perfectly fine at your own house right now!

6- Megumi Fushiguro

While it's very likely that he could kidnap you as he has a house, the house is the problem. He lives with Gojo, and he doesn't think kidnapping would just be excused. Even if Gojo excused it, he'd feel sorrow for all the annoyance Satoru would cause.

5- Choso Kamo

I feel like Choso would be very guilty of kidnapping you. Just like Itadori, it'd break his heart seeing you so sad. The only difference is he can keep you trapped in Dagon's domain! It's a lovely place so perhaps you'd get used to it.

4- Kento Nanami

Nanami is very middle of the road. On one hand, if you had some kind of disability or you were sick (see sick!reader fic), he'd kidnap you. He doesn't want your safety to be risked at all. But if you are none of those, he wouldn't see a reason to, he'd much rather coax you into moving in with him rather than ruining your relationship entirely.

3- Suguru Geto

Suguru is kidnapping you, no questions asked. You think he's just going to let you run amock and get killed because of your connections to him?? No no, you're much safer inside the cult, where no one can get you without passing the sorcerers. He's definitely a bit lax when it comes to you going outside- as long as it's with someone he trusts.

2- Satoru Gojo

It's not safe for you to date AND roam around. Satoru's being constantly targeted by curses and curse users! They're going to use you one way or another! You're never leaving, that's the point. But it's okay! He'll still bring you your favorite food! And you still have him to talk to! Do you have a death wish asking for him to be a bit more relaxed about this? Don't you care about him!!!

1- Ryomen Sukuna

It's Sukuna. What'd you expect? He wouldn't even let you MINGLE with other humans before you're on house arrest. You must always be near him, who'd even try to damage the most protected human? He does not PLAY about this, he makes sure that Uraume keeps an eye on you when he can't be there, and his servants are the utmost loyal to him. You're not getting away- ever.

binky said i should also post this here so heres my attenpt at making a jjk reference w my transformers 🙃

ive neglected tumblr so here comes the wave of art ive done for the past 6 months

food for thought…

megumis gone for like a week on a solo mission and when he comes back u give him some “service” to help him relax from his stressful mission and i have two ways that ive thought abt this

a) yuji walks into the room to ask megumi abt his mission but finds u giving him head

b) yuji was hiding under the bed or in the closet or smth to try and scare megumi for shits n giggles and when u both walk into the room hes shocked to see u go down on him

whichever u way u decide to write (it if u do) it turns into both of them putting u into a wheelchair for the next week 👩‍🦽‍➡️

love ur workssssss xoxo 💟💟💟

This has been in my drafts and I forgot to post... I understand if you're upset! But here you areeee, enjoy!

Brilliant idea by the way yummy

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Master list's

⯌Sum

"Boo!- oops" said the surprised Yuji Itadori after trying to hide in Megumi's closet and seeing something... else.

⯌ Wc

0.6k

(shorter one sorry)

⯌ Warnings

three-sum, oral (both genders receiving), "princess parts" and "pussy" and "cock" and "shaft" used, Megumi instructions at Yuji

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Gojo has been a bit of an asshole to Megumi recently because he refused to call him dad. So he's been giving him missions until he does call him it.

And as you might know, Megumi Fushiguro is one of the most stubborn men to exist. So he's refusing.

Yet another mission...

Yet another-

Slam!

That's the noise of a pent up Megumi slamming the door after a long stressful mission. Yuji was in Megumi's surprisingly empty closet.

He hears your voice, you usually comfort him after the mission, your his girl after all. At least that's what Yuji thought you did in there.

Then he hears a small "mhh", it was definitely a pleasured noise by Megumi. He just thought it probably was him getting a massage or something.

The look on poor Yujis face was so shocked when he ran out of the closet about to say "boo" and saw you on your knees on the floor while he was sitting on his bed.

His cock was down your throat, Megumi's vainy hand gripping your hair moving you up and down his cock.

Megumi's head was thrown back and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was such a pretty sight until Megumis teary eyes fluttered open and quickly widened, Yuji's eyes were wide open.

Megumi gently tried to pull at your hair and you sucked harder making him let out a pretty moan making Yuji's pants get tighter and tighter.

Yuji slowly goes behind you two and realizes your pussy is bare and dripping. Your princess parts looking lonely and practically begging to be touched.

"Megumi should I touch her?" Yuji quickly asked. He just felt bad... also maybe if he made you feel good, maybe you two would make him feel good too. But that's for next time.

Yuji always thought you were cute but your Megumis. But he always wanted to hear you moan too. So he's practically begging in his mind for him to eat you out so you can continue also feeling pleasure. But the moans will give him some pleasure too.

"F-Fine." Megumi tries to sound tough but it comes out in a pathetic whine.

Yuji's quick to go down on all fours like a dog and jammed his tongue in your tight pussy. His cock is practically gonna explode when he realizes how tight you are.

You're gobbling up Megumi's cock. Moving your head up and down his thick shaft. His red mushroom tip smacks against the back of your throat making you gag. But you like it.

Megumi cums down your throat as you suck extremely hard and lick hard up and down his length. He whimpers as you take his cock from out of your mouth.

Yuji looked up his cheeks red. He was surprised when he noticed how big Megumi was. He was picturing your little scrunched up face riding Megumi.

"Yuji i'm allowing you to touch my girl. One time thing. So be grateful, and make her feel good." He nods and shoves his tongue in your pussy making you whimper.

Megumi goes on the floor beside you guys and pets your hair. Your head goes in his lap as you arch. It's so amazing, getting eaten out from the back as you're getting praised by your boyfriend.

"You gonna cum baby?" Megumi says in a way too sweet voice you barely recognize. You nod with a teary look in your eyes. Your face scrunches up as Yuji suckles hard on your clit.

And that just made you cum, also hard.

Megumi kicks Yuji out. "Remember he was here for pleasure only. You're mine." You nod overstimulated.

But you're not surprised when Megumi calls Yuji over for "the game". (It was on tomorrow not today)

food for thought…

megumis gone for like a week on a solo mission and when he comes back u give him some “service” to help him relax from his stressful mission and i have two ways that ive thought abt this

a) yuji walks into the room to ask megumi abt his mission but finds u giving him head

b) yuji was hiding under the bed or in the closet or smth to try and scare megumi for shits n giggles and when u both walk into the room hes shocked to see u go down on him

whichever u way u decide to write (it if u do) it turns into both of them putting u into a wheelchair for the next week 👩‍🦽‍➡️

love ur workssssss xoxo 💟💟💟

This has been in my drafts and I forgot to post... I understand if you're upset! But here you areeee, enjoy!

Brilliant idea by the way yummy

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Master list's

⯌Sum

"Boo!- oops" said the surprised Yuji Itadori after trying to hide in Megumi's closet and seeing something... else.

⯌ Wc

0.6k

(shorter one sorry)

⯌ Warnings

three-sum, oral (both genders receiving), "princess parts" and "pussy" and "cock" and "shaft" used, Megumi instructions at Yuji

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Gojo has been a bit of an asshole to Megumi recently because he refused to call him dad. So he's been giving him missions until he does call him it.

And as you might know, Megumi Fushiguro is one of the most stubborn men to exist. So he's refusing.

Yet another mission...

Yet another-

Slam!

That's the noise of a pent up Megumi slamming the door after a long stressful mission. Yuji was in Megumi's surprisingly empty closet.

He hears your voice, you usually comfort him after the mission, your his girl after all. At least that's what Yuji thought you did in there.

Then he hears a small "mhh", it was definitely a pleasured noise by Megumi. He just thought it probably was him getting a massage or something.

The look on poor Yujis face was so shocked when he ran out of the closet about to say "boo" and saw you on your knees on the floor while he was sitting on his bed.

His cock was down your throat, Megumi's vainy hand gripping your hair moving you up and down his cock.

Megumi's head was thrown back and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was such a pretty sight until Megumis teary eyes fluttered open and quickly widened, Yuji's eyes were wide open.

Megumi gently tried to pull at your hair and you sucked harder making him let out a pretty moan making Yuji's pants get tighter and tighter.

Yuji slowly goes behind you two and realizes your pussy is bare and dripping. Your princess parts looking lonely and practically begging to be touched.

"Megumi should I touch her?" Yuji quickly asked. He just felt bad... also maybe if he made you feel good, maybe you two would make him feel good too. But that's for next time.

Yuji always thought you were cute but your Megumis. But he always wanted to hear you moan too. So he's practically begging in his mind for him to eat you out so you can continue also feeling pleasure. But the moans will give him some pleasure too.

"F-Fine." Megumi tries to sound tough but it comes out in a pathetic whine.

Yuji's quick to go down on all fours like a dog and jammed his tongue in your tight pussy. His cock is practically gonna explode when he realizes how tight you are.

You're gobbling up Megumi's cock. Moving your head up and down his thick shaft. His red mushroom tip smacks against the back of your throat making you gag. But you like it.

Megumi cums down your throat as you suck extremely hard and lick hard up and down his length. He whimpers as you take his cock from out of your mouth.

Yuji looked up his cheeks red. He was surprised when he noticed how big Megumi was. He was picturing your little scrunched up face riding Megumi.

"Yuji i'm allowing you to touch my girl. One time thing. So be grateful, and make her feel good." He nods and shoves his tongue in your pussy making you whimper.

Megumi goes on the floor beside you guys and pets your hair. Your head goes in his lap as you arch. It's so amazing, getting eaten out from the back as you're getting praised by your boyfriend.

"You gonna cum baby?" Megumi says in a way too sweet voice you barely recognize. You nod with a teary look in your eyes. Your face scrunches up as Yuji suckles hard on your clit.

And that just made you cum, also hard.

Megumi kicks Yuji out. "Remember he was here for pleasure only. You're mine." You nod overstimulated.

But you're not surprised when Megumi calls Yuji over for "the game". (It was on tomorrow not today)

Can you please do a fic about how jjk boys (Yuji , Yuta, Megumi, inumaki?) would sneak you into their dorms at night? I feel like the school would lowk do a head count and they would each have different ways of getting away with it (and then doing the boombayah ofc ☺️😝)

LOVE YOU AND PLEASE/THANK YOU LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️❤️❤️

IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS SO LATE I WAS SICK OMG SRYYY thanks for being patient! (and if you weren't thats totally okay i understand pookie)

btw if this is wrong and you want it re done u could just do another request!

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌Sum

JJK boys sneakin around with you? Yup

⯌ Wc

Megumi Fushiguro 0.5k, Yuji Itadori 1.1k , Yuta Okkostu ,

(Not proof read)

⯌ Warnings

Eating it from the back, Megumi snitched in Yuji's because Yuji embarrassed him 😭, some ass eating, p in v, unprotected, semi public, Language, Teasing, Edging, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Aftercare & Cuddling, Oral (F!Receiving), Rimming, cum play?

⯌ The men

Yuji, Yuta, Megumi and Toge (AGED UP)

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Yuji Itadori (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Yuji's not one to hide or run or lie.

But late at night when his pretty girl sent a video of her dripping pussy rubbing her sweet little clit that he so badly wants his tongue on, he obviously gets horny too.

That's a big problem considering Gojo does head counts in the morning at the beginning of class, it's gonna be hard if he wants to fuck you all night long and have to get up in the morning.

Gojo will 100% put two and two together and realize where you both are and what you're specifically doing. He would tease you both to no end and probably tell everyone which would be painful for the both of you.

But what would be more painful is you and him not being able to have sex. To make love. He enjoys to admit he's down bad for you. That just makes you love him even more.

He's usually a jolly texter doing cute little emojis or calling you pookie or doing all caps. So the text that he just sent, you knew you were in trouble. Especially for sending the nudes, teasing him.

"Don't fucking touch your self."

You groan and move your hand away from your pussy and then you hear a phone ring. You picked it up and it was Yuji. His demeanour was completely different, like he was perfectly normal and not having a raging boner.

"Hey baby! You listen to the text? I wanted you to stay on the call so if I hear any sounds."

You know exactly what he means. He wants to make sure you're not touching yourself. "Yuji I wanna touch myself. And Gojo's 100% not gonna let you come over. He thinks I'm gonna get knocked up or something."

Even though Yuji actually wants to knock you up (he would never tell you) but he reassures you that he could get around Gojo.

"Gojo Sensei doesn't have to know. He's smart but not that smart. I remembered the time he goes home. Three hours for me to run to your dorm, and make sure someone covers for me."

You're surprised with Yuji going all nerdy on you. Unfortunately that just turns you on more so you let out a small "mhm" and he hangs up. He knows he can trust you especially with the fact that he can check if you're more wet. He can really just tell.

Eventually Gojo left dramatically as usual. So it's obvious when he leaves. So the plan goes to action. He practically runs to Megumi's dorm and bangs on it.

Megumi opens the door and spits out an angered, "What?!" After he told Megumi the plan and why the plan was happening, even though his stoic nature he let out a teasing grin.

"Megumi- buddy- just please. If you ever got pussy you'd understand." Yuji said fully serious. Megumi's grin instantly faded into a scowl. He got instantly quiet and nodded. He totally struck a nerve.

He ran out of Megumi's door and ran to your dorm and practically jumped on you. He ran you to his door for more privacy since it was more of private secluded area in Jujustu high. Only other dorm there was Megumi's.

As soon as he opened the door and kicked closed his soft warm, plump lips instantly pressed against yours made you feel shivers go up your body and your panties get wet.

He pulls back holding your ass, his breath hot against your face. His lips hover over your swollen lips from the strong kiss. His face is so close to yours, you could feel his lips brushing against yours. His pupils blown with lust.

The whole intimacy of the situation made both of you so excited and horny. The perfect combination.

He continues to massage your ass his favourite thing in the world. "Get on your stomach on the bed and put your ass in the air." Of course, doggy.

This man loves everything about you including the way your ass shakes when his hips smack right into your ass. It makes him cum so fast.

You take off your clothes and he sees your soft skin that he so badly wants to slobber like a dog all over. He went behind you and kissed down your sweaty spine.

He held your ass and forced you into a deeper arch so he could see your pussy. He dove in like it was the last meal he could ever get.

He moaned pathetically while tongue fucking you like it was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. (it was)

He sucked on your clit but something came to mind... he couldn't leave that pretty ass alone could he? So of course he slapped your ass, his fingers spread your cheeks, he stuck his tongue your asshole's rim and circled it before going back to your clit and doing the same.

You moaned and tried to squirm from your boyfriends loud slurping and long generous licks on your pussy. It was everything to his moans, to the way he was holding you still. It just made the atmosphere so hot.

You squirted on his tongue and he drank it up instantly. He kissed back up your spine keeping you in the same position. But this time his cock was prodding at your sensitive hole making you jolt.

He slammed in instantly hitting your sweetspot he memorized. You scream out. Megumi next door definitely heard that. But you were instantly cock drunk to give a shit.

He snaked a hand around your waist and rubbed quick circles on your clit as fast as his thrusts. You screamed out and squirted. You squeezed so tight he couldn't move. He came instantly.

Megumi was in the other blasting music in his headphones trying to ignore the horrifying sounds coming out of the other room.

Yuji wiped your cum covered legs and gently pulled you on his lap. He held you so close whispering sweet nothings into your ear and how you feel so good you feel around him and, such a good girl for me.

You instantly fell asleep, he fell asleep right after making sure you were comfortable.

You both slept through the alarm comfortably, while Megumi, both of your saviours to get through years of embarrassment was not going to obey your request.

He needed to get you back for the insult and the sleepless night. He had too.

He automatically told Gojo and he ran down the hall and as smug as he is, he opened the door to see you both passed out naked wrapped in blankets to hide your genitals.

Yeah, Gojo's having a hoot out of this one.

Megumi Fushiguro ಠ︵ಠ

Megumi fucking hates PDA. It's gross, and nasty. But you love it of course, always clinging to him, kissing his cheeks in public. Sure he loves it and loves you and it's just embarrassing.

So today when you kept kissing his cheeks, sucking his neck, it just made him pissed.

"Tonight I'm going to your dorm. Don't close your windows, I'll use my nue, don't try to run. If you want embarrassment, you'll get it."

That was the most forward he's ever been in public, actually that's the most forward he's ever been.

Later that night, he needed someone or something to cover for you two. He honestly couldn't tell Yuji to cover, he wouldn't know and ask Nobara and she would know, then tell him, and blah blah blah.

So he left a note under Gojo's door saying, "Just going to the doctor's with Y/N, she had some problems."

God he's so desperate for pussy and to punish you. He'd do anything at this point. At night he used his nue to fly to your dorm window from his.

He made it disappear before knocking on your window. When you opened it, his lips were pressed to yours, he pushed you back and you fell on the floor with him over you.

He ripped your favourite pyjama shirt in half, then groped your tit meanly making you whimper with pleasure.

In about 30 seconds all of your clothes are on the floor, with you in the meanest mating press with his cock hitting your sweet spot each time, making you have the longest orgasm you've ever had.

"We're trying something else." He said to your cock drunk face. He took his cock out and kissed down your body. He kissed your mound before diving into your folds.

He had no etiquette or remorse for what he was doing. He was just slobbering and licking in no pattern. It just made it feel so good. You were moaning and shaking.

You know it would be embarrassing when this was all done. How bad you were moaning, crying, thrashing your body parts. It was all so stimulating.

Yeah, he got what he wanted. For you to feel embarrassment. But god this was the most pleasured embarrassment you've ever had.

He sucked hard on your clit and dived his fingers past your fluttering empty hole. His long finger massaged your sweet spot. You let out a small raw moan from all the moaning your throat was so fucking raw.

And that just made Megumi so happy, he loves that raw, painful throat noise. But he knows you love it too.

You squirted and you covered your red face. He exaggerated the slurping, drinking up your juices. He kissed up your body and pecked your lips.

You tasted yourself on his soft tongue as he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. "Such a good girl." He mumbled with his lips pressed to your forehead.

"You gonna embarrass me in public again?" You shook your head. But god knows you would, you wanted this again, and again.

You wanted this pleasurable, fucking mind shattering, over whelming pleasure anytime.

Yuta Okkostu ◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

Yuta was in Africa for about a year. Learning new techniques, to make his cursed technique more powerful. Of course you both texted but it wasn't a hole bunch.

While he was doing his own stuff, you were doing boring missions. So when he said he's done with his sensei, and coming back to the school you were practically leaping off of clouds.

Luckily, Gojo allowed him to have a week off from his travels, you didn't but you weren't busy anyway.

So right now you both were in his dorm, cuddling watching tv. He's holding you so tight like a life line. God you felt good around him. Your arms of course!

But of course he loves a certain type of your body. Especially when it's been a year without it. He basically needs it. He needs that oh so sweet, pussy wrapped tight around him.

But the precious boy, was way too polite to make you have sex with him for his pleasure! That's why he usually insists you start.

So that's why the poor boy is behind you shifting with a raging boner pushing against your plushy ass. (Which doesn't really help)

He gently moved you off of him to take care of himself in the washroom. You grabbed his hand because the tent in his pants was painfully obvious.

"Yuta if you want me to take care of you, you can just ask." His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened.

"But Gojo-"

"Just ask him Yuta, just say it's a sleepover since we haven't seen each other in a while. Gojo Sensei isn't the brightest." You said kissing down his neck.

He shakily typed to Gojo and he sent the classic thumbs up emoji. Then he finally let out sharp breaths as you kissed down his body.

After a bit you both were making out naked. With him hovering over you his rock hard cock snug between your thighs.

He really enjoys foreplay, pressing his lips to yours sensually to make you more wet than you already are.

He finally gently pushed his thick cock into your pulsing hole, basically begging for him to enter your and kiss your cervix.

His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure and he slowly pushed in and out. But god, it felt good.

"Can I go faster baby?" He said in that tone that's whiny, deep and so needy. That made you squeeze so tight around him.

"Y-Yeah."

As soon as you say that, he thrusts in a speed that makes your brain disconnect from the rest of your body.

His hips snapped against yours as your sweet boy just lost everything sweet about him.

He grabbed your legs and threw both of them over his shoulders. His cock brushed by your sweet spots and that made you squeeze around him.

It just made him thrust faster.

You let out a raspy moan from all the moaning and whimpering. Just the look in your eyes made him so close.

The way you scratched down his back just made him shoot whites inside you till it was blanks.

Of course you needed to cum too. So kept fucking his cum into making you cum as well. Your fluids mixed with his as he pulled out.

He's panting with his face a pinky red. God, he's adorable. He grabbed a wipe and wiped the cum off your legs.

He gently kissed your forehead and fell asleep on top of you. Yeah you both aren't making it to class tomorrow.

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05: look i can add punctuation too.

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04: yns CAKE 🤤☺️☺️

a/n: yes…. i know yn still thinks of yuji as sukunas vessel but i got tired of writing it, also i updated yns ct (its in the intro!)

youve never been to a sleepover before. sure you had seen them in movies and tv shows your mother snuck inside the clan. but you wouldnt imagine it would be like this. although sukunas vessel was the one who invited you, its not as bad as you thought

yuji grinning at you, eyes bright with excitement. “its cake time! whos gonna help me??!”

you blink. “cake?”

“yep! were making a cake!” yuji says with enthusiasm, already pulling a box of cake mix and bowls from the kitchen.

“come on, yn. youre helping too” (kugi)

you hesitate, youve never baked before. not really. but you didnt want to seem rude, and maybe itll be fine.

“okay.”

yuji hands you the cake mix and a measuring cup, his grin wide. “you just have to mix this stuff up. dont worry, its easy.”

you look at the box, reading through the instructions. It seems really easy.

theres a slight mess with the cake mix, dusting the countertop. you slightly frown at the spilled powder. its not the mess that bothers you the most, its that you can feel yuji and nobaras eyes on you.

“yujis gonna eat that powder off the counter.” nobara says playfully.

yuji glances over, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “no i wont.”

yuji watches you for a second, then nudges you gently, whispering in uour ear. “i will, i lied”

“i can hear you, yknow.”

…

you think youre done. you hand the bowl back to yuji, who looks satisfied with your work as he pours the batter into a cake pan.

“ill take care of putting it in the oven”

“wow how cool” (kugi)

“leave me alone!” (ita)

you watch him carry the tray to the oven. as always, energetic, to the point of being infectious. and for the first time this mission, you dont feel out of place.

while the cake is baking, you return to yujis dorm, trying to get comfortable on his bed.

the smell of the cake from the kitchen started to fill the air, making you aware of how hungry you are. though you would never admit it. yuji seems determined to make this a fun night for you, talking non-stop and constantly glacing over at you.

eventually, the timer goes off, and yuji jumps excitedly. “its ready!”

you watch as he pulls the cake out of the oven, setting it on the counter, its slightly burnt. yuji still beams. “look! perfect cake!”

while the cake cools, everyone makes their way to yujis dorm again, and you find yourself going back into your previous spot on the bed. the room quiets a little as you all start to settle in for the movie.

yujis the first to sit down, he looks over at you.

“feeling alright, zenin?” he asks.

you give him a small nod. “yes”

yuji smiles at you, looking relieved. youre not sure if hes worried about you or if hes just glad youre finally starting to enjoy yourself.

the cake is brought out, and everyone takes a piece. youve never had a cake that wasnt made from scratch before, it tastes burnt, it is burnt. its not horrible. its fine.

as you eat around the extra sweet icing, yuji and nobara banter about the movie, with megumi occasionally glancing up from his phone to join on the conversation. although it was obvious he wasnt paying attention to his phone.

eventually, the cake is gone, and the movie continues.

youre starting to feel more comfortable, though you cant quite shake the feeling that youre not quite like the others.

as the movie reaches the climax, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you find yourself leaning against someones shoulder.

not by choice, youre just too tired to move your head, so its not your fault.

however, your thoughts were far from relaxed. you had one mission, and you had been preparing for it. this is the perfect moment. your target, itadori yuji, had been sitting perfectly still next to you, probably none the wiser.

finish the mission

you start to wake yourself up, enough to pour yuji a drink. “are you thirsty, itadori?”

poison his drink and wait for him to fall asleep. it would be quick, and you would be gone from the campus before you were suspected.

yujis eyes bright turned toward you, and he flashed a smile. “yeah, can you get me a cola?”

you hum in a response.

you handed him the glass with a steady hand, your cursed poison infused into the cola, and watched as he took a sip.

you were confident in your preparation, poison would take effect in just a few minutes.

as yuji drank the cola, you kept an eye on him, but your attention was drawn briefly to nobara and megumi on the futon.

“zenins acting weird, right?” nobara asked megumi in a whisper tone, though you could still hear her clearly.

“shes just being herself, probably tired.”

nobara wasnt convinced, but she didnt press the issue. “i dunno, megumi.”

you returned your attention to yuji, but something felt off. he was still drinking the cola, completely oblivious to your intentions.

his eyes didnt seem heavy, and his usual energy didnt change.

“is that normal cola?” yuji asked.

your heart skipped a beat. “what are you talking about?”

“tastes different from the ones i normally drink, and youve been staring at me like you wanted me to say something about it.”

you were silent for a moment, trying to cover up your surprise. “i-. i wasnt staring at you.”

yuji just smiled, like always. “im feeling a little sleepy. i guess im just not used to the sugar in the drink.”

you blinked, confused. you had planned fkr him to fall asleep quickly after drinking the cola, but nothing was happening.

“thats weird” you thjnk to yourself, but yuji didnt seem to notice, he casually leans back against the bed frame and stretches.

“guess im just more tired tonight” he was shushed by nobara, trying to watch the movie.

you kept your eyes on him, your mind racing. how could he not be affected by the poison?

you had made sure it was potent enough. your focus was slipping.

you tried to mask your disappointment, but it was clear from your silence that your plan had failed.

of course sukunas vessel, a finger eater, would be atleast slightly immune to your poison, though, you put a higher than average amount of poison.

meanwhile, yuji didnt seem to notice the interenal turmoil you were going through. he let out another yawn, clearly starting to feel drowsy, and its most likely from the time.

“you alright?” yuji mumbled as he shifted, pulling you against his shoulder. “you look like you could use some sleep, too.”

his warmth against you caused a stange feeling within you, but you didnt say anything. instead, you stayed still, letting yourself rest against him.

yujis body was still, his breath deepening as he slowly fell asleep. his arm shifted slightly, now draped across the top of the bed frame, and without thinking, you leaned into him. the warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of his breath, were all incredibly soothing, despite everything that had just occurred.

the room had grown quieter, and before long, your exhaustion began to take hold. you had failed your mission, and yet, you found yourself in a strange sense of peace you hadnt expected. you still had two months to complete your mission, resting wouldnt hurt.

in the background, nobara and megumi were still chatting quietly, but nobara was the first to notice the position the two of you were in. she looked over at megumi, a knowing grin on her face.

“looks like theyre asleep.”

megumi, who had been keeping an eye on the scene, just nodded and shrugged. “whatever.”

nobaga, on the other hand, couldnt help but find the situation amusing. “guess this is how its gonna be”

and so, as the night wore on, yuji slept peacefully on the couch, with you curled up beside him. neither of you noticed the subtle shift in your relationship that had just begun to form, but nobara and megumi did, and they would have a lot to say about it in the morning.

the movie had long since ended, and the only sound in the room now was the soft hum of the air conditioning.

now, yujis body had shifted, his arm draped across your back, and you subconsciously leaned into him, drifting off the sleep.

your head, by accident or not, found its way onto his bicep. the muscle of his arm beneath your head was strangely comforting. his breath slowed. and you couldnt bring yourself to pull away.

“i guess thats one way to fall asleep, huh?” nobara whispered, raising an euebrow.

megumk gave a shrug in response. “why do you care so much.”

nobara, however, couldnt contain her amusement. she walked closer, glancing down at the both of you, watching as you both slept.

you didnt stir, not even as mobara leaned in closer, carefully adjusting your positions so that you both remained cozy.

yuji, still in his deep sleep, barely moved, his face soft as he rested against his pillow, with your body nestled into his side.

nobara smirked to herself before stepping back and taking a picture, her quiet laugh echoing through the room as she whispered, “theyre gonna kill me.”

with that, she let you both sleep in peace, the soft light of the tv casting shadows across your intertwined bodies.

i could not describe what was happening so i made a diagram of when nobara sae them sleeping

yuji and yn are on a bed

yujis so ugly i CANNOT draw

ghis ch was kina buns

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03: water u talking about

hello

short chapter but IDC 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

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02: i hate my big chungus life.

you and the other first years step out of the metro to the city of toyko. the noise of the city is distant, just background noise to your thoughts.

nobaras voice cuts through the quiet of your mind. “zenin! come on, lets go!” she grins, practically pulling you along. you follow her without protest, offering no response. it is easier this way.

as you walk to the shopping district, nobara chatters excitedly about stores and figures. you hear her, but the words dont register. its just noise, and you dont care. youre here because its whats expected.

“wheres itadori?” you ask, momentarily interrupting her speech on the poor paint job on a figure. “why do you care? you miss him?” she says jokingly. even though you knew that was a joke, you still got flustered embarrassed, obviously. “hes running late, again.” you hum in response,

not long after paying you see sukunas vessel waving with a big smile on his face. with kugisaki running toward him shouting “i told you you had to pay!”

“how is it my fault i missed the train” this sentence was met by a sigh from fushiguro.

after about 30 minutes of arguing where they should eat food—kugisaki saying boba, yuuji saying pastries—the first years and you settle on boba, having being bribed that kugisaki would pay 50% for everyone.

you walk around the shopping district with kugisaki, sukunas vessel and fushiguro trailing behind, until you end up at a clothing store.

sukunas vessel pulls kugisaki to the side, whispering in her ear. this left you and fushiguro looking at eachother awkwardly in silence.

you end up somehow being kugisakis model, trying on the dresses for her. it didnt last long before you got annoyed and ended the dress up game early, leaving sukunas vessel with a. disappointed look on his face?

I FUCKING HATE NAOYA WHY DID THAT BITCH KEEP COMING BACK.

is this badly written.. say no pls im scared.

2 WORKS IN 1 DAY

i have 30 mins left i better hurry….

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yuji birthday special

in which: happy birthdah yuji! stop being an ungrateful little BRAT.

warning: yuji would NOT act like this i just need more angst…

pairing: yuji x reader angst

w.c: 1k masterlist

you werent sure why you cared so much.

yuji had plenty of people celebrating his birthday. nobara had planned something chaotic like smashing his head into the cake (how rude!), megumi was reluctantly going along with gojos idea to suprise him. yuji had all the attention in the world by people who openly cared about him, people who didnt hesitate to tell him how much he meant to them.

and yet there you stood by his desk before class, a small gift and your hands, hesitating.

you knew yuji wasnt the type to expect extravagant gifts, but that only made it harder. you had but more thought into this than you care to admit, a keychain from the movie he loves and a simple note you debated writing at least 10 times before settling on just ‘happy birthday, itadori!’ with small doodles scattered.

it was casual, but your hands still felt a little clammy as you set it down.

you then turned quickly, slipping back to your seat before anyone else arrived, heart thudding against your ribs.

maybe he wouldnt even realize it was from you. that would be best actually.

you dont like standing out, you never had the confidence nobara did, nor the charm gojo has. you were quiet. comfortable with just being there. it wasnt that yuji ever overlooked you— he was too kind for that—but you were sure you didnt stand out to him in any significant way.

you told yourself that “he wouldnt care” and that “you just want to see him smile.” that part true although you hoped that yuji would care.

yuji walked in with megumi and nobara trailed behind, his gaze looked at the small package on the desk, head tilting before grabbing it. “oh yn! you got me something?”

you held your breath, trying to distract yourself by glancing anywhere else, but your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“can i open it?”

you mumbled a yes.

yuji unwrapped the gift quickly, his usual energetic self. he pulled out the keychain first, his eyes lighting up with a spark of recognition.

you couldn’t help but feel a small flutter of hope. But as he continued to inspect it, his expression shifted slightly. he looked up at you, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“hey, this is cool,” yuji said, his voice friendly, but there was something almost apologetic about his tone.

“i didn’t expect a keychain, but it’s really thoughtful. I guess I thought maybe something bigger, you know? maybe that what i get for opening megumis and gojo sensei gift first”

he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, trying to explain himself before getting slapped by nobara.

“why are city people so ungrateful! i think its cute yn!” nobara says.

“i didnt mean it like that it just came out wrong! im just really bad at accepting gifts, i feel like i dont deserve them” yuji says.

“when youre bad at accepting gifts, you dont say ‘i thought it would be bigger meh meh meh’ you say ‘thanks!’” nobara defends you.

“im sorry! i didnt mean to be ungrateful yn!!” yuji pleas.

“i didn’t mean to disappoint you,” you stammered, not sure if your voice was even steady enough to be heard.

you wished you could melt into the floor and disappear. yuji glanced up, his eyes softening when he realized how nervous you were.

“it just came out wrong! its really cute, yn.” yuji apologized repeatedly, though it didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.

when class ended, you slowly packed out while the other 1st years quickly departures to the field.

yuji stayed behind slightly, having to clip the keychain onto the strap of his bag.

he gave you a quick look before saying “thanks for the gift, anyways i have to catch up with them. see you later yn!”

you saw him turn and leave, and it felt depressing. the thoughtful gift you had chosen, a small sign of your feelings, was received with a lack of indifference.

you couldnt understand why it stung so deeply. its not like you thought he would be head over heels for the present—it was merely a birthday gesture—but the sense of disappointment lingered around you.

you told yourself that it didnt matter. that yuji was a good person and probably didn’t mean to make you feel this way. but the quiet ache inside you wouldnt go away.

later that evening in bed you think about every second, the silence in the room interrupted by the clicking of a clock.

you repeat the events today in your head over and over, it wasnt that yuji meant to hurt you, you know he didnt. but something about the way he reacted hurt you emotionally.

you had hoped he would see it for what it was—a small gesture of appreciation, a way of showing that you cared. although being compared to gojos gift he was indifferent.

you clenched the blanket in your hands, the weight of the disappointment settling heavy in your chest.

maybe i expected too much

you stared at the dark ceiling, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you. you had tried so hard to show him you cared, and yet, it felt like you were invisible.

GAH YUJI WOULDNT DO THIS

then ill leave without a trace

in which: u leave without a trace ✌️💝

a/n: im so bad at smaus sorry 💔

with: megumi, yuji, satoru

masterlist

i got lazy w gojo but hes used to it huh. what w😳

More sketches (Yuji’s right shoe still bothers me), from May this time, BUT I STILL CANT FIND THE ONE IM LOOKING FOR, ITS HERE SOMEWHEREE

edit: i found it :]

cozy lil cafe :3

fully done

my little doodles(so far)

WHY DID MY FRIEND SEND ME THIS

The Bigger the Hoop (Terushima x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Terushima’s got your heart held in his hands. And your earrings stuck in his ears.

A/N: It was soft and cracky at first, but then it grew serious, so idk. I kinda like it, and I hope y’all do too! Btw, thank you so much for the support recently, it makes me happier every single day!

Word count: 1812

        “Yuuji, I’m back!” You shut the door to your house and kick off your shoes, ready to relax the night away with a fun movie and a hot boyfriend by your side. His response to you is unsettling, however. 

       “You’re not supposed to be home yet!” What? Your brows furrow at the words and you set down the DVD you had bought for the night. 

       “What’s that supposed to mean?” He doesn’t answer. The rest of the house is dim and the only visible light is coming from under your door, so you follow it. Ever so curious, you sneak your way up the stairs, cringing at every creak that occurs. 

       “Get out of me!” You can hear Terushima’s panicked whispers from inside your room. “Get out, get out, get out!” Oh god, was he cheating on you or something? In your own house? What a jerk! 

       “Terushima?! What are you doing?” You feel betrayed, but you needed proof before you could smack the shit out of him. He used to always flirt with other girls before he chose you. I should have known.

       “I’m busy! Don’t come in!” Anger flooded through you. Now he didn’t even want you in your own room. You’re crossing the line, mister. 

       “What are you doing, Terushima?” Your shout echoes throughout the house and you slam open your bedroom door. And there, not here, there, he sits. Your blond, erratic boyfriend is slumped in the center of your bed, looking winded and terrified all at the same time. That wasn’t what caught your attention. It was his ears.

       “Umm… nothing?” He nervously smiles at you before looking away, lowering his hands from the hoop earrings currently stuck in his pierced lobes. 

       “Pshh, damn baby you look good!” You burst out in laughter, watching the blush on your boyfriend’s face grow.

       “Shut up!” He’s embarrassed, and that’s a new look for the playboy. Instinctively his hands slink back up to the hoops caught in his ears, hiding them from sight. Your giggles grow into breathless squeaks at this point, no different from the mating call of a desperate hyena. 

       “Ohhh my God, you are the cutest hoe on this side of the block! How much?” You collapse onto the bed next to him and he doesn’t hesitate to vengefully poke you in the side. You yelp at the tickle it causes.

       “Sixty-nine bucks. Plus tips,” he miserably quips, standing up to look in the mirror on your wall. “Now help me get these stupid things out of me.” 

       “Hey wait a minute, hold on now. If it’s Barbie dress-up time, we gotta get the whole garb together-” 

       “Hush it.” He glares at you playfully before pulling at the silver circles with twitching fingers. You chuckle and hop off your mattress, coming to his rescue. 

       “I’m just saying I have some heels in my closet too if you wanna-”

       “Shut up!” You snicker before swatting his hands away, inspecting the issue. 

       “Please tell me you at least cleaned them before you put them on.” Your squint at the swollen piercing before giving a swift tug.

       “Of cou- OW SON OF A BITCH-rse I did, I’m not an idiot.” While stepping closer and redirecting his head closer to the light on your ceiling, you give him a doubting look. “I’m not always an idiot.” He corrects himself while rolling his eyes. Your triumphant chuckles are swapped out for a silent gasp when his hands land on your hips. Terushima raises his brows while his signature smirk grows. His thumbs lift your shirt little by little and caress the soft skin of your waist.

       “You like that?” he whispers, leaning closer to your burning form. You nervously clear your throat and return to the task at hand. 

       “Of course I do. What I don’t like is the inevitable sacrifice my butter will have to make to unwedge my hoops from your ears.” His confidence never dies that easily, but his smug look drops and he pulls back slightly. It’s a small win for now. “What were you even doing anyway?”

       “I was trying to….” His voice trails off into mumbles while he finds interest in your dirty carpet. 

       “What was that?”

       “I wanted to…” he murmurs too quietly to hear once again. 

       “Excuse me?” You tug on the earring to grab his attention and he hisses at the sensation. His hands grip harder at your sides. 

       “I wanted to see what I would look like! You know… with them in.” His brown eyes strike through your own as he shyly awaits your response. 

       “And the verdict is…?”

       His eyes glow proudly. “You have the sexiest boyfriend on the street.” The hotshot arrogantly simpers at you and you smile back before rubbing your nose against his. 

       “Yeah, I noticed.” You stick out your tongue at him before worming out of his grip and leaving your room. His heavy steps trail after you.

       “Aww, no need to be jealous, baby.” Terushima’s reassurances are less than helpful, “I only got my eyes on you.” 

       “Good.” The sincerity in your usually-playful tone halts him in his steps.

       “YN, I’m serious. You know that, right?” He grabs your hand and draws your attention to him just as you open the fridge door. A blast of chilled air ruffles the single blond tuft hanging down on his forehead and it almost makes you forget what you were doing. 

       “You want Tillamook or Country Crock?” You turn back to the refrigerator dismissively. 

       “YN-”

       “This one’s fat free-”

       “YN!” Two hands urge you to face him, both rough but tender against your cheeks. His eyes capture yours and he bites his lip apprehensively. 

       “Do you think we should melt them-” He pulls you into a bear hug and squeezes the sarcasm right out of you. Man, I was saving that up, too. 

       “Hug me back, coward.” There’s no room for argument, not that you wanted to resist anyway. You squeeze him back even tighter and fend off the burn in your eyes by pressing your face into his neck. Who knew you needed a hug so bad?

       “YN, what’s wrong?” His arms slither around your back and his fingers crawl up into your scalp, scratching back and forth comfortingly. 

       “I’m scared.” Oh shit, tears. 

       “Why?”

       “You hold my emotions in your hands.” Your fingers dig into his back harder. 

       “I won’t hurt you.” 

       “I know.” Your throat grows tighter. “But I’m still scared.”

       “Why?” He repeats. His chin digs into your shoulder with every syllable, but you don’t mind. 

       “This is new for me. You’re new for me.” This was your first relationship ever, and it was with one of the most flirtatious, attractive, panty-dropping guys at Johzenji. He was dangerous. 

       “I won’t hurt you. You’re new for me too.” Your heart skips a beat before running a marathon, and you pull back for a split second. It was the same racing that occurred when you had heard him alone in your room. In that moment, you had been so afraid. Your heart had constricted the moment his voice worriedly spoke. Your chest had grown tight and you couldn’t breathe. It hurt to think he could hurt you, and that he held that power in that moment. But now, after his confession, you were both in the same boat, floating on trust alone. Your heartbeat quickens at his words this time not from fear, but from anticipation.

       “My emotions for you,” his timid tone draws you back into reality. “They’re just like, really strong and that’s kinda new for me, and umm....” He’s grown shy and scared, mumbling like a nervous trainwreck. You understand the feeling and gently pat his back to regain his attention. 

       “I know. I feel the same.” You smile comfortingly at him, and the world that had been fading around you both returns in an instant. Your back is cold while your entire front is on fire. Why… “Oh shit, the fridge!” You whip around and slam the door, the mood temporarily dampened by your outburst. Terushima snickers at your panic until you return your gaze to him. His eyes darken and he bites his lip seductively. 

       “Do you want to-”

       “I still have to get those earrings out of your ears.”

       “Right, right. Priorities.” The swelling around the hoops is now an unsettling bright yellow. 

       “What the hell did you do, by the way?”

       “I may or may not have not washed them-”

       “You said you did!”

       “I panicked!” You groan and shake your head at him. The butter in the fridge is just awaiting its fate, and as you bring it over to him, freshly melted, your boyfriend has the gall to speak up once more. 

       “So why were you so scared when you busted into your room? You looked about ready to bust a crime there, copper.” He raises a brow while nervously leaning away from the steaming bowl, only for you to tug him back forcefully. 

       “I was- STOP MOVING- I was scared you were cheating on me.” You shrug at your own blatant admission. Although the fear of him actually cheating on you one day is still present, the loving looks he keeps serving you even though you might just burn his ear off any second is making you soft. 

       “In your own house?!” 

       “That’s what I thought!” Terushima laughs and you catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing. Damn. 

       “OW!” Oops.

       “Sorry.” You hastily pull back the scalding dish of melted butter and tug at the earring, whooping victoriously when it slides out. “Got it!” 

       “Holy shit, that hurt like a-”

       “Next!” You push his head into the table and turn it to view the other ear. Totally ignored, he grumbles under his breath.

       “Just be careful this time, damn.” You “mhm” distractedly and peek your tongue out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. “By the way, you know I would never hurt you that way, right-”

       “I know, I know. But it’s just hard to believe that when you’re, you know, you.” 

       He scoffs. “And who exactly is ‘me’?” 

       “A player,” you respond simply before completing the same task but with faster, more experienced hands this round. Terushima’s silent in thought, and only whimpers once when it happens. 

       “I’m not like that anymore. Not with you. You know that, right?” 

       “Uh huh, sure.” You inspect his earlobes before grabbing a couple ice cubes and pressing them to the swelled piercings.

       “What do you mean ‘sure’?!” 

       “Hey, I’m just saying, the bigger the hoop, you know?” You mockingly dangle the silver earrings in front of his face with a playful sneer.

       “Oh come on!”

you loved playing roblox.

seriously, your own boyfriend even questioned him which you loved more.

one day, he notices the app on his phone.

@_ilovemyirlwaifu

why the hell was that his username??

"honey? can you come here for a second?"

"yeah?"

he shoved the phone in your face with a frown that looks like it says 'fix it. now.'

but you dont, inviting him to play with you instead. he sighs and friends you.

"dandys world? this is childs play-"

"honey the monsters got me!"

"love of my life can you pretty please heal me?"

"im on one heart-"

"woah look how fast im going!"

"these damn machines dont work"

it was cute to see your boyfriend bonding with you, even if it was a little frustrating for him.

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with yuji, gojo, geto, and your other faves<3

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2025

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the incident

spoilers for jjk 261;

Yall im actually gonna sob if Yuta dies after this, first Megumi(?), Gojo, Choso, and now Yuta 😭😭😭

it may sound like cope but I don’t think this is the end of Gojo, it just wouldn’t be good if it is, like even if he dies maybe, just maybe he appears one more time (hugest copium). If that doesn’t happen they better not take Yuta away 😫

also I wanna hug Itadori, my man has suffered way to

much and lost way to much , someone needs to come back otherwise he won’t be okay at all

shop launching tomorrow @ 11 am central time!!!

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People wondering if things could have gone differently if Gojo spoke to Geto and expressed his wish to hear him out, we did get that; Yuji and Junpei. The worst part is yeah they could've reconciled. I think Yuji and Junpei speed-ran everything SatoSugu did wrong but also fixed it and made it right. Yuji didn't stop and tried to get through to Junpei no matter what, and Junpei was willing to give humans a chance. They did everything right because they're both a lot more empathetic, compassionate and fundamentally, Junpei and Yuji are underdogs.

Geto and Gojo very definitely aren't so they're assured in their own decisions so when they make a choice, they go all out. Yuji and Junpei at this point were very unsure of themselves and they had the sense to acknowledge that and saw the same in one another. Junpei saw that Yuji will have to kill people and asks him questions forcing him to confront that. Junpei says people have no hearts and he believes it on many levels but he also acknowledges that it's a difficult thing to convince oneself of, and when Yuji hears him out he finds hope in that and is very willing to change.

Yuji and Junpei are the Emotional Awareness and communication AU of satosugu, i think. The reason these two ended is because of outside forces. SatoSugu did it all on their own.

continuation from this art

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

a bunch of wallpapers that were requested (if you came from instagram, hi! 👋) so I thought I’d share them here as well

flexible!