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yuta 🥹

My boys… 🥺😢

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𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭? 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶!

saw this and it made me go bonkers dude 😩 go read all of abi's stuff, easily one of my favorite content creators out there for sure!

wc: 2.6k

warnings: fem!dom, sub!yuta, pegging, lots of cum, whiny whiny yuta, pet names (giving), good boy, pretty boy, baby. yuta lets mommy slip once, overstim(male receiving), dacryphilia, praise and dumbification

use of the color system: green = go, yellow = slow (no use of red!)

not proofread!

🗡CHARACTERS OF AGE/AGED UP

He always had a hard time relieving stress, being the one to possibly have to replace his mentor takes a toll on a guy.

Yuta's safe place had always been in your arms, and each time he'd finally take a break from practice he would almost instantly reach for his phone, checking if there was a new text from you.

Every time he saw your name pop up on his screen, he'd smile- no matter how tired he felt.

The little heart by your name is a gentle reminder he was yours, and you his. You always were able to brighten his mood- but now? Now he could barely think of anything else besides how the sheets looked under him- how suddenly shaky his legs felt as he sat on his hands and knees, his naked rear up in the air.

You were gently caressing his back, successfully running shivers down his spine every time your nails scratched his soft skin.

"Doin' so good for me, yuta." You complemented into his ear, your voice low. A bite was given to his earlobe, gently tugging the skin between your teeth before the sensation was quick to vanish- leaving him wanting more.

He no longer felt the heat of your bare chest pressed against his back, but instead you began to beckon him to look at you.

Hesitantly, he turned his head around- his dark blue eyes staring into your own. He gulped, watching with eyes wide as you adjusted the strap that situated itself on your hips, letting out a shaky breath as he saw the length of the purple object.

He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, squeezing the sheets beneath his fists tighter.

"Hey, baby.. don't be so tense, okay?" Your gentle touch on his back made him jump slightly, his gaze moving from the pillow by his head to your face, some of his tension in his body releasing at how you rubbed at his back slowly.

"S-sorry...just.." He took a deep breath, moving off of his hands and knees to sit- looking at you while his hands gripped tightly at the blanket.

"No, no. Don't say sorry.." You reached up to his cheek, melting at how he instantly leaned into your touch. He visibly relaxed at how you caressed him lovingly, even bringing his own hand to rest against your own.

"sorry..." He meekly whispered, tilting his head to the side to place a gentle soft kiss against the palm of your hand, holding your hand close to him as he softly kissed at it.

"Color?" You smiled to him softly, your tone sweet and gentle as you made sure what the two of you were doing was okay.

"uhmm....yellow..?" He shrugged, not sounding very confident considering how shaky the word came out.

"can the pretty boy turn back around f' me?" You question with an eyebrow raised, your voice still soft and steady as you read his expression- making sure everything was good still.

He slowly nodded his head, gulping as he crawled back onto his hands and knees, opting to hide his face in the pillows.

"Shh, shh baby- relax okay?" You shushed him, one hand rubbing at his hip while the other slowly rubbed the lube on the outside of his hole. He shivered when what he assumed was your thumb began to rub slow circles against him.

He tried to steady his breathing, insead focusing on how your hand caressed his hip and side.

"Good boy, breathe justtt like that.." You comforted him, your hand slowly moving from his hip to push gently at his back. He followed your movements, allowing you to push his chest further into the bed.

He whimpered slightly as he felt your finger slowly enter him, shivering as you slowly stretched him out with just one finger.

All sorts of praises slipped from your lips, your other hand reached around his middle to caress at his neglected cock. He whimpered as your hand gently grazed his messy cockhead.

"So wet, yu....haven't even touched you that much yet..." You watched as he let out a loud whimper when another finger slipped into his heavily lubed ass.

"I....um....like it-" he mumbled out, his voice weak and wobbly.

"What's your color, pretty boy~?" You purred into his ear, your fingers slowly stretching him out- drawing a long whine from him.

"gr-greeen.." His breath got caught in his throat as you spread your fingers wider inside of him, the feeling new to him but certainly not unwelcome.

He let out a sad grumble when you removed your fingers, a small pout forming on his face.

"why'd you stop..?" He asked quietly, turning his head to the side, his cheek now pressing into the pillow so he could get a look at your face, the look was kind yet mischievous.

"cuz' i’m gonna put it in now, mkay?" You rubbed the small of his back, pushing on it so his chest was fully against the bed- causing him to have an arch that was mouth watering to look at.

"okay..." His voice was quiet, muffled by the fact he had turned his head back into the pillow, burying his face into the scent of you.

He squeaked when he felt the head of the strap on push against his hole, his breathing unsteady and mouth running dry as his eyes watered from the new sensation.

"Keep breathing, pretty boy, doin 's good for me...." You held his hips, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his skin.

He didn't say anything, but you saw how he nodded against the pillow. You reached one of your hands to his own and he instantly grabbed at it, letting you pull his hand behind his back so you could hold it.

"you're so pretty like this, yuta..." You softly complemented, stilling for a moment when he tensed up. The hand that held him squeezed it comfortingly a few times, and only when his grip loosened on your hand did you begin to push into him again.

"holy-" He swore quietly into the pillow, his mouth open as he took deep breaths.

"takin' me so well...almost fully in, okay?" You leaned down to place a soft kiss against his spine, making him shiver. He let out a surprised noise when he felt your hips meet his own.

"tell me when I can move, okay pretty boy?" You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze, letting go of his hand when he tried to move it back to squeeze at the fabric of the pillow his head was on.

After a few moments, instead of speaking- Yuta wiggled his hips side to side, letting out a low groan at the feeling.

"move, please...." He panted out breathlessly, instantly letting out a loud high pitched moan when you pulled out of him almost all the way, leaving just a few inches inside of him.

Right when he was about to tell you to move again, you did a slow, deep thrust into him. You took his loud cry as encouragement to continue snapping your hips against his, your hands gripping on his hips and leading him back into the silicone cock.

Each time your hips met his thoughts seemed to be slipping further and further- the only thing he knew was that it felt good, like, way better than he even began to think of.

"So pretty like this-" You complimented him between thrusts, eyes watching carefully as one of his hands slithered under him.

His hand barely grazing his abandoned cock was enough to let a loud broken whine pass his lips. He fisted the sheets tighter as his fingers barely touched the wet head of his swollen, red cock.

If you looked hard enough- well, looked at all really, you'd be able to see how his precum pooled out of his tip and leaked onto the blankets below him.

You stopped, and almost the second you did the whine he let out from the sudden loss of contact was flat out pornographic.

"yu, baby? Can you turn around for me, pretty boy?" You pulled out of him with a soft 'pop!' and he pushed himself off the bed, cringing at how his fluids covered the bed- frowning at how the lower half of his stomach was wet- had he really been enjoying it that much?

You watched as he wiggled to lay on his back, arching upwards so his own precum that was on the sheets wouldn't touch his skin.

"Spread for me, my pretty boy.." You positioned yourself between his thighs, grabbing one of his legs to lift it up towards his chest.

"Can you hold this f'me?" You smiled when you saw him nod and shakily bring his hand up to grab at the underside of his knee, holding it up while you re-positioned the fake cock to his hole.

"wait- n-no don't!" He whined out as you quickly bottomed out inside of him, his free hand moved to slap itself over his mouth- muffling the obscene noises that passed his lips as your hips met.

The second your hand reached his cock your hand was easily able to twist up and down it slowly- having plenty of wet to work with.

"m'gonna....I don't want to already-" He whimpered out- his breathing shallow as he shut his eyes tightly, the hand over his mouth pushed down further to where you were unable to understand anymore.

"Awe don't hold back handsome...." You slowed down your hand but kept up the same pace while thrusting in and out of him.

You only wish you could feel how he clenched around the fake cock slamming in and out of him- but decided the fucked out look on his face was enough for now.

"Yuta, baby- look at me.." You reached the hand that wasn't holding his cock between your hand and grabbed at his wrist, moving it off of his mouth.

With his hand out of the way you could see how he was drooling, the way tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried his best to keep them open and looking at you like you'd asked.

"Feel good baby? Gonna cum f'me?" You whispered, your thrusts slowing, but instead you put most of your energy into forming your hand into an 'o' shape and greedily fisting his cock, drawing high pitched pretty whines from his open mouth.

"please- I wanna....please-..." The grip he had on his thigh that held his leg up tightened- the other one trying to grab at you in any way it could.

His larger hand grabbed at your breast, frantically squeezing as his breathing picked up. His hand stopped moving and he threw his head back onto the pillow.

"Does a pretty boy wanna cum?" You asked, watching as his face contorted with pleasure- your hips thrusted faster into his own, your hand moving up and down along his wet cock.

"gonna c-" He couldn't get the words out of his mouth before it was cut off with a loud cry as he came, thick ropes spraying all over your hand and onto your chest, coating your hand that didn't falter its brutal pace.

"w-wait wait stop-" Tears began rolling down his cheeks, eyes trying to focus on how you continued to fist his cock- your thrusts slowing down yet not completely stopping.

"What's your color, pretty boy?" You leaned closer to him, halting your movements while nipping at his ear- successfully sending shivers down his spine once more.

"nono- don't stop, please-" He whined, grabbing at your wrist to try and get you to keep moving.

"color?"

"fuck-" He swore through gritted teeth, hissing as he blinked fat tears out of his eyes.

"Green- please, mommy- nggh~" He couldn't form words anymore- hell, he couldn't even get anything but broken sobs out of his mouth.

"Look so pretty like this, yu....should've let me do this when I asked the first time~" You purred into his ear and all he could do was dumbly nod, his face scrunching up yet again as he gripped harshly at your breast.

You nibbled and kissed under his jaw, pulling out of him while continuing to jerk him off, the wet sounds filling the room while you used his own cum as lube as a means to overstimulate him.

"nuh uh- m' not-" He shook his head from side to side, his mouth open as he tried taking breaths to steady himself.

"say you are n' i'll let you cum again-" Almost the second you whispered into his ear he started sputtering all sorts of praises- for you, and for himself in hopes of you making him cum again.

"oh- yes, pretty- yes m' prettyyy fuckkk- please~?" He gripped at your wrist in an attempt to get you to move again, and you almost didn't; but the way his body was shaking made you decide that you'd play nice (for now, anyway.)

The second you picked up the pace again it was faster than before, his moans picked up in volume and in how drawn out they were- you could tell he was already close again by the way his back arched further up, ignoring the sticky feeling on his back from where his precum once was.

"gonna cum- please c'n I?" He begged through broken sobs, his hand on your wrist tightening enough to bruise in the morning for sure.

"cum for me pretty boy, please?" You sweetly mewled into his ear, other hand moving to cusp at the base of his cock- squeezing it while you gave extra attention to the sensitive tip, quickly pushing him over the edge yet again.

"fuuck! cumming- m' i'm-" His hips bucked into the air as he came once again, his moans turning into high pitched cries of your name and curses.

Your hand came to a stop- a giggle passed by your lips as you slowly pulled your hand away, thick globs of white and cream coloured cum sticking in-between your fingers.

"did so good, pretty.." You leaned up to him to place a kiss to his temple, the hand not coated in his fluids brushing hairs off of his forehead that was dampened with his sweat.

He just hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes closed as his breathing ever so slowly evened out.

"....thank...s" He managed to whisper out after a few moments of silence, his voice hoarse and shaky from its overuse.

"anytime." You flirtatiously winked at him, drawing a small chuckle out. You kissed his forehead once more before moving away to go clean yourself up- admiring how tired he looked with a fond smile on your face as you left the room.

~BONUS~

"hey, yu?" you called from the bathroom, your boyfriend in the other room only whined quietly out to let you know he was listening.

"I don't think I've heard you swear so much before!" you laugh out, returning with a cup of water and a wet rag to clean him up with.

"It felt good! What was I supposed to do? say "oh great heavens!" " He laughed loudly, tiredly smiling at you as you swatted his hand that tried grabbing the wet rag from your own.

"you're ridiculous sometimes." you shook your head with a small chuckle, quickly returning the whispered "you love me though!" with an

"until I rot."

M.LIST♥

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more megumi texts !! 💌

hope this is okay! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

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megumi texts p2!

I wanted to fulfill this request but my mind was a litllleee blank so sorry if it wasn’t what u were expecting TwT-

warnings: you call yourself his girlfriend, thas it ^_^

M.LIST♥

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leave my baby alone 🙁

JJK’s god forsaken fandom has done lots of characters dirty. Whether it be downplaying Nobara’s backstory, some calling Maki a “Toji copy,” you get it. However literally no other JJK character has been done as dirty or bad in the fandom than Megumi:

His trauma and his damn FATHER leaving him gets downplayed by the fandom, saying how “he said he didn’t care.”

He gets called bland, yet if his insecurities are explored along with his inferiority complex it either gets ignored or he STILL gets slandered.

When he is appreciated he either gets sexualized or watered down to his long eyelashes.

Good fights that show his INCREDIBLE smartness along with fighting the curse, Reggie, Kirara, etc get ignored or get credibility taken away.

The scene where he literally gets Yuji back up at the campfire is ALSO ignored. (Without Megumi or Todo Itadori would’ve given up. It’s no debate.)

Gets sexism from toxic masculine wannabe “alpha” boys who are butthurt he isn’t your typical “cool powerful badass.”

(MANGA SPOILERS) His body when taken over by Sukuna gets touched inappropriately by Yorozu, which can practically count as SA. However literally NOBODY notices this.

His dynamic with Tsumiki and how much he cares for her is undermined.

Literally almost all scenes that show his mind and depth gets undermined.

Some people say his backstory “wasn’t that bad” just because he had Gojo take him in. ☠️

He gets victim blamed for what happened with Sukuna in the manga.

(MANGA SPOILERS) He gets blamed for being depressed and giving up when his LITERAL REASON for becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer and living is gone, along with his body being used to kill his own mentor and taking billions of hits.

There’s literally so much more but I’ll stop there. The way Megumi aka a literal TEENAGER is treated in this god awful fandom is actually so disgusting, and reeks of major apologism along with victim blaming. It’s sad because Megumi is easily VERY well written and complex. He just had to be in this illiterate fandom. Seriously, f this fandom. 😭

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needed this 😭

megumi reacting to the reader’s stretch marks and not knowing what they are? (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )ᯓᡣ𐭩

╰﹕You glance down at your clueless boyfriend, Megumi, who was mindlessly kneading his slender fingers into your plush body while his head rested on your soft thigh. His blue gaze lingering on your stretch marks, which caused a hint of blush to color your cheeks.

Unbeknownst, Megumi was entirely unaware of what the stretch marks signified, having innocently assumed that you had obtained them in battle. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere you had created, asked softly, “Is something wrong?”

Feeling your gaze, Megumi looked up. The confusion in his mind only grew when he noticed your blush, not comprehending why it appeared. Instead of addressing your question directly, he blurted out, "Yeah, there's something wrong. You're… just so soft." The words coming out awkwardly.

His eyes widened in interest as your thighs parted slightly, revealing more of the mysterious marks on your inner thighs. His curiosity piqued, his brow furrowed as his fingers continued their journey along the stretch marks, their gentle caress exploring each line.

"What are these marks?" he asked, his tone soft as he traced along the lines with rough fingers.

"They're not from battle," he noted, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "They're beautiful, but… what are they from?" The confusion in his eyes was evident as he sought to understand the origins of these enigmatic marks, his genuine curiosity mingling with his admiration for you.

Megumi's eyes widened as you explained the nature of stretch marks, and he found himself even more confused. "So… it's when your body expands, yeah?" he asked, continuing to caress the marks gently, his touch soft and thoughtful.

He couldn't fathom why you considered such a natural part of your body as "ugly."

Curiosity growing, he carefully lifted his head, shifting to get a better look at your hips. "You have them there too?" he mumbled after you pointed them out, his intrigue deepening.

His gaze traced the contours of your body, searching for more of the delicate lines that marked your flesh.

Megumi couldn't help but marvel at your gorgeous body as he shifted to a more comfortable position on top of you. He gently massaged the plush areas of your body. His fingers continued their tender exploration, tracing the delicate lines on your hips.

"They're pretty. Why do you think they're ugly?" he asked softly, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

The contrast between the softness of your skin and the firmness of his touch seemed to emphasize the beauty he saw in your stretch marks. The sincerity in his gaze and the tenderness in his voice underscored his genuine confusion as to why you might see them differently.

"I don't think they're ugly," he whispered, his tone firm and sincere. "They're a part of you, and I don't want you to ever feel that they're ugly."

Megumi's gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity in his blue eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings.

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JJK MEN WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!

Warnings: m/f relationship in toge's, sukuna calls you “woman”, everyone else's gn reader- yuji like immediately getting concerned for u + him being jokingly mean

Featuring: Satoru, Suguru, Yuji, Toge, Megumi, Yuta, Toji, Choso and Sukuna

M.LIST♥

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btw go make tonkatsu rn, so easy and good

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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🤭

GIRLLLLLL

Pegging Yuta pegging yuta pegging yuta

I saw your little thoughts on it....could you please expand?? I'd love you so much 😭🙏🙏

Let's talk about it!!

NSFW OBVS AND PERSONAL OPINION!! (Not a fic, just thoughts)

Yuta is a slut for you as a bottom. As a top, when he's the one fucking you or eating you out he knows he's in control and he can be a little mean, but as soon as the table is turned on him?? And he's now the one being a pillow princess? New person.

When you first pose the idea of pegging to Yuta, he's apprehensive and frankly pretty unsure about it, but after a small talk and some convincing or haggling, eventually he'll agree.

He's so nervous when you ask him to get on his hands and knees, your hand flush against his back to push him into a downward dog position. He feels extremely vulnerable and pretty embarrassed, not like he hasn't put you in this position before.

He will beg you to lube the strap on so much!! He's way way way too nervous to take it if its dry (which is understandable 😭) and will also want the hole lubed too.

When you line up the synthetic tip, hes gonna take the largest and sharpest breath and he's gonna hold it. And as you slowly push the tip in, he let's out a strangled groan, hand curling around the duvet cover and his back bending a bit as he huffed out his breath.

"S-slowly..." He'll whisper, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as you slowly push the rest of the strap into him, short and hitched breath to keep him stable. As soon as your hips meet his ass he let's out a strangled cry, pressing his face into the pillow.

The poor boy is so embarrassed!! I mean for god sake, he's being pegged, by the girl he's usually fucking, he's the one penetrated, he's the one laid down taking it. As you slowly begin to pull the strap back out half way and push back in, he elicits a pained yet pleasurable groan, holding the duvet and the mattress with a white knuckle grip.

Eventually once he's been stretched out a little and has gotten used to the initial insertion, he becomes a whiney and needy little slut. He'll be whimpering and groaning each time you thrust into him, the fake tip abusing his prostate with every angled movement.

Pull his hair a little too, lean over his back and make him look into your eyes as you fuck him too, it embarrasses him but it also turns him on so so so much!! He also won't mind if you place a gentle hand on his throat, just maybe not too tight.

He's sensitive, so he doesn't last very long until he's crying, shaking, and there's cum dripping down from his aching tip onto your bed sheets, his moans indicating his climax hitting its peak and that he's done and ready to stop.

As you pull out with a pop, he whines slightly at the sudden emptiness but he'll fall to the mattress, onto his own sticky liquid, sweat forming at the brow and shaky thighs. When you lean over him and brush his hair out of his eyes, whispering affirming words in his ear, he'll smile softly and he'll thank you.

"Thank you baby...I...I really enjoyed that..."

"You wanna bottom f'me again sometime?"

"....yes..."

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my gf is tired of my shit

"Wow, you talk about that character a lot" I want to fuck him.

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YUTAS 😭

𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪?

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ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴊᴋ ʙᴏʏꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴍ 👹

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ɢᴏᴊᴏ, ɢᴇᴛᴏ, ᴛᴏᴊɪ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ, ʏᴜᴊɪ, ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ, ᴛᴏɢᴇ, ʏᴜᴛᴀ

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Gojo, Geto, Toji

Choso, Yuji, Megumi

Yuta, Toge

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my lips are sooooo empty this is so sad rn

I shouldn't be working.... I should be kissing my favorite characters....... this is.... sick and twisted

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The Last Time You Talked to Him

🔅Yuta Okkotsu

🔅Content: Based on the recent spread on the events happening in JJK 261; MEGA spoilers; gn! reader; Word Count: 1k

🔅a/n: I was genuinely sobbing with hot streams of tears falling down my eyes while writing this at 4 AM I am DEVASTATED I had to express it somehow,, Didn't expect to have such attachment to this boy.

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"...Yu...?"

The silence was loud, deafening even.

The weather tonight was pleasant and had a clear sky: the moon was high, the stars were out, the breeze was calm...

You could say it would've been a perfect evening to have another lovely date by the usual spot: under the big tree, behind the school, sitting on the soft grass...

However, despite the scenic atmosphere that surrounded you, the look on both of your faces were low-spirited, displaying a sorrowful expression.

"...Yuta..." Slowly, you lowered your head, staring at the ground in front of you as you hugged your knees closer to your chest.

"...Please...." You whisper, almost pleaded as a few droplets began to form at the corners of your glistening eyes.

As you did your best to remain composed, you couldn't help but feel your facade begin to slowly break, like a dam of overwhelming emotion threathening to burst at any moment, bit by bit-

A dam that's ready to release all sorts of feelings: pain, sadness, fear, worry, hatred, and love.

Your breathing slowly began to turn uneven, your quiet voice shaking slightly.

"....Don't go... please..."

That was it for you.

Those words were enough to completely break your self-control, cracking the dam open.

Your face immediately hid in between your arms as you tightly gripped on your knees, releasing all of the emotions that had built up inside of you, unable to contain them any longer.

It hurt, it really hurt, knowing what will happen to him after tonight.

"....." Yuta was silent, dead slient, unable to think of any proper response to say to you.

I mean, what was he supposed to do in this situation? Should he hug you? Hold your hand? Lie Reassure you and say he'll come back safely??

If the one you loved comes to you and suddenly announces that he'll be stitched into another person's dead body to battle against the most notorious curse in history within in the next hour, what else are you left to follow up with??

The person you loved the most... now using your dead teacher's body, whom you both respected so much, as a vessle, a puppet, nothing more than a weapon... isn't that a little too messed up?

Why him?

As sickening it is to use Gojo's body to the very end, you're just as disgusted at the situation where it came to a point that a young man, such as Yuta, needed to be the one to step up and tackle the situation.

For his friends, for Gojo, for all sorcerers, all civilians, and even for you. Your peace.

And everyone agreed to this, even Gojo, which made you sick to the stomach. Seeing how even your late teacher accepted the dehumanization of his own being for the sake of becoming a mere shell of a weapon, further being pushed even agter his death; turning himself into the monster everybody needed him to be.

'I will be the monster.' He just had to say it.

Your growing disappointment in the reality of the sorcerer world only continued to grow more.

But you knew it was something he has to do... he wants to do... for everyone. It would be selfish- incredibly selfish for you to beg him to stay with you, endangering the world because of it.

But you couldnt help it. Every fiber in your being was screaming for him to not do it, it's gone too far, all of it, even though that the plan was already set in motion when you found out.

It was hard to hate him for doing that, but at the same time, you hated the fact for still loving that strong sense of morals he clings onto so much.

With your head still hidden deep within your knees, you sob "...Please.... please don't go... pleas, Yu...." You tried your best to speak in between your desperate cries, your words getting more and more inaudible as you weakly shaking your head in denial.

You couldnt help but still try to plea desperately, as void as your attempts would be.

You knew your words were uselses, you knew he would push through anyway, you knew he was the one who wanted to do this, for the sake of humanity- but still.

All you could do was plea, as if asking the Gods for a miracle. A miracle that somehow all of this this: the deaths, the curses, Shibuya, Sukuna, sorcery as a whole... was just some big screwed up dream.

Yuta slowly scoots closer to you, his hand ever so gently resting on the top of your trembling body. His hand gently caresses your back, comforting your shaking figure that hitched out quiet, miserable cries.

"My angel...." he spoke, calling out to you gently as you let yourself cry for a little more before trying to calm down.

Your heart ached for a moment upon hearing his affectionate and caring tone once more, and perhaps for the final time. It was already impossible for you to cry any more intensely. It hurts you like hell and you were already crying as if you had already lost him.

He knew nothing could ease the situation and trying to lighten it would only do nothing. All the both of you, and everyone else, could do is just accept the fate this world has to offer him; Accept the gamble of a lifetime Yuta will be risking.

Risk if never coming back as himself, risk of death, risk of defeat and the triumph of curses...

He wanted to say so many things he could never say in an hours worth of time. Yuta still wanted to tell you how much he loved spending time with you, how much he admried you, how happy he is everytime he made you smile; how happy he is just even thinking about you...

He ended up saying none of it, hoping you would have already known all the things he wouldve wanted to tell you.

The sad part is: you would know. You understand him better than anyone else- and you knew every single word of affection, fear, regret, guilt, and love he wanted to tell you. And imagining hearing him say those things would only end up hurting you even more.

...

Will it be the same? Will he come back? Will he survive.

No one's certain, yet, you remain clinging on to hope.

But fate is cruel, in reality. Fate is painful. Fate is uncertain. No one knows what will make of him after this

After taking a while to collect yourself, finally, you look up at him, your hand clenching so hard to your chest, your lungs so empty of air, and your cheeks stained with the warm stream of tears falling from your eyes.

"...I love you most....don't ever forget."

Yuta said, almost like a promise, like a goodbye.

He loves you, more than anything, even his own life itself- he loved you more.

Which is why he is willing to risk it in order to create a peaceful world for you to live in, and only he was ready.

As difficult as it may be, you knew it was a hard slap to the face by reality for you to accept fate. It was imposisble, but inevitable.

The world of sorcerers was never a place of clear blue skies and joyful songs. Its a dark place.

It's hard to blame anyone, because this is where fate had let you afterall, a tragic end to a supposed-to-be love story that could've ended with a better ending.

"....Let's meet here again... once everything is over." In the most gentle tone, he spoke. His eyes looking at you filled with so much love as if you were the only thing that mattered that moment.

Against all opposing forces, you somehow convinced yourself to force a smile: it was weak... filled with sorrow and affection mixed together, and you did your best to show your pretty little smile he loved so much, knowing it might have been something he needed the most right now.

He only regrets he may not be with you after everything has finished; not be able to train with you and get stronger together- not be able to spend the rest of his days with you anymore, like he promised, like he hoped.

....That, and the fact that this would perhaps the last time he would be able to see your smile ever again.

I'll see you again soon...

...Yuta.

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a/n: It took me a while to edit this before posting cause of the amount of typos I had to deal with as I sobbed while making this but at least I captured the heart of my emotions during a vulnerable time lol I guess

YUTA LITERALLY SHOUDERED SUCH A BURDEN BC HE KNOWS IT'S SO MISERABLE AND SAD FOR GOJO TO BE THE ONLY MONSTER AND DEHUMANIZED BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS TRYING TO DO WHAT GOJO DID MY BOYYYY

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in the face of uncertainty and despair, two hearts confront the possibility of loss, grappling with the question of what remains when yuuta okkotsu is gone.

n. wrote this to cope with whatever fucked up mental shit going on in jjk261. god please take away his suffering and triple it to gege. comfort? angst if you squint. the theme is similar to canon. please be safe my glorious morally grey king.. we will miss u..

“what will you do if i’m gone?”

yuuta's shoulders slump, his eyes reflecting the weight of his thoughts. you notice the tension in his posture, the way his hands fidget nervously in his lap.

“huh?” you ask softly, the sound very audible in the heavy silence that surrounds him. “what kind of question is that?”

he turns to you, expression a mixture of exhaustion and despair. “what if something happens to me, what will you do if i’m gone?”

the weight of his emotions bears down on you as if it were a tangible force as you sit next to him. his breath escapes him in short, jagged gasps, each one laced with doubt.

“then i’m gonna be sad. really, really sad,” you murmur, reaching out to touch his stiff hand. a lump forms in your throat, the thought of losing him too painful to bear. “and i will miss you, every single fucking day.”

“i don’t want to live without you, yuu. i can’t live without you.”

he shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “but what if i’m not myself again? there’s nothing—“

“shh,” you interrupt, placing a finger against his lips. you pull him into a gentle embrace, hoping to offer some small measure of comfort in the face of his pain. “even if you change, even if you’re not yourself anymore. who gives a damn about that?”

the man’s eyes enlarge, a kaleidoscope of feelings tumbling through their depths. his eyebrows wrinkle slightly as shock leaves its mark on his appearance, resembling cracks in a fragile facade. you can see the desperation for reassurance battling with the unknown.

“so what? i’ll always love you nevertheless, yuuta okkotsu.”

with a hesitant breath, he leans backwards, away from your touch with his hands on your shoulders. his gaze locked onto yours with such intensity. it's as if he's searching for something, something elusive yet vital, within the depths of your soul. you can feel the weight of his scrutiny, the silent plea for truth in the midst of everything uncertain.

“my love for you will always stay the same, yuu. nothing matters beside that, ‘kay?”

and then, like a dam breaking, understanding floods his expression, washing away the shadows of doubt that had clouded his mind. tears began to form at the corners of his eyes slowly, barely noticeable.

and yuuta's breath hitches, his grip on you tightening. "but i don't want to leave you…”

"then don’t you dare die on me, dumbass,” you say passionately. "you’re not leaving me, yuuta. we’ll go through this together, i fucking swear." softly brushing his hair, attempting to provide some comfort in this time of turmoil.

"i need you here with me."

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“Overheard.”

— in which you practice your confession to him, and he hears.

“Satoru... I like you.”

Falling in love is hard.

You throw your head back in exasperation, a sigh pushing past your lips and into the emptiness of your room.

“Satoru,” You begin again, glaring at your reflection, “I think if the Earth exploded tommorow I would- No that’s pathetic!”

But falling in love with an enigma such as Satoru Gojo is harder.

Especially when he was your Co-Worker and friend, and not one for blind vulnerability in any capacity.

Something you were devastated by perfectly ok with!

You place your thumb in your mouth and chew on the nail, frustrated at your lack of articulation.

Your lingering stares, and pathetic attempts to subtly flirt with him, appeared to backfire in a mirage of deflection from the sorcerer.

Leading you to the bitter conclusion that your feelings were entirely unrequited.

And that’s fine.

Everything is fine.

You would be fine.

…

You turn back to the mirror, lifting your head up and throwing on a smile.

“Gojo- No- Satoru, me and you? What about it? You in?”

God. You sound insane.

Even worse you sound desperate.

You thought your feelings for Gojo would dissipate with time, that you would realise that they stemmed purely from admiration and would vanish as fast as they first appeared.

But as you grew closer to Gojo, your feelings grew too.

Culminating into him, holding your hand to reassure you after a mission went askew.

Holding it.

With no barriers. No infinity.

His hand was warm, the palm soft with years of fighting without touch.

“Don’t worry ‘bout ‘kay?” He had said, cooing at you as you furiously wiped frustrated tears from your eyes.

“Just focus on getting stronger, yea? You’ll be fine.”

And now you were fantasising your confession to the man, like you were 16 years old again, pouting about an unreturned crush.

One touch and you’re helpless to your own feelings, your own heart.

How childish…

You shake your head.

What did it matter anyway? You were never going to say it to him, you can let yourself have your own, embarrassing fun.

You grin, and resume your position before the mirror.

“Satoru, I really, really like you.”

You tilt your head.

“No that sounds wrong..uh…Gojo I like you..like a lot- But you don’t need to say anything I just wanted you to know.”

Placing your hands on your hips, you assess out loud; “I wonder which one would sound better..”

“I liked the first one best.”

You nod, lost in thought, “Me too, sounds more person-”

.

.

.

Oh God.

Oh please God no.

Slowly, you move your eyes from your face in the reflection to the door, where Gojo stands, leaning against the frame, a smug look on his face.

Your face flushes and you almost trip over your heel as you spin to face him, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“G-Gojo!” You force out, your heart racing in your chest, your hands trembling against your sides.

He gestures, his sunglasses sliding down his nose ever so slightly with his movements.

“You not gonna continue?” He asks, like he didn’t almost just cause you heart palpitations, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Your words fail you, and you’re left gaping at him, wishing the building would collapse and crush you beneath it, away from his stupidly pretty eyes.

He laughs, his face lighting up as he watches you flounder for a response, a reason, anything to justify your absurdism.

When you resort to turning back around, unable to face him, hoping he would just vanish from the room, he shakes his head and walks towards you.

“Hey.” Gojo says gently, pinching the skin of your shoulder lightly, trying to coax you into turning around.

“Y/N c’mon, Iook at me.”

You want to die.

You actually think you might just drop dead.

This was never the plan- You were never supposed to-

Gojo isn’t patient.

You remember this when you’re spun around to face him, nearly jumping at how close he is to you.

You find your voice amongst your apologies, and they fall out of you like water collecting rain.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say any of that, I was being stupid- Oh my God I’m so sorry.”

You hang your head in childish shame, refusing to meet his eyes.

Gojo finds himself frowning.

And your chin is raised back to his gaze by his fingers, an usually serious look in his eyes as he observes you.

“What are you apologising for hm?” He sticks out his tongue, “For falling for me?”

You push his chest, your face burning.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“What? It’s not true?”

“It’s not.”

Gojo blinks at you from over the top of his sunglasses, before taking his hand and patting your head.

“So if I ask you to join me for lunch…You’d say no?”

“What? No of course not!”

Your response is too fast, too desperate, and you freeze as he laughs, humiliated.

“I thought as much.” Gojo replies, leaning down to look you in your eyes.

And he’s so pretty up close, so earnestly perfect that you can barely stand it.

“Say it again yea?” He all but whispers, his voice devoid of cockiness, you’re almost certain he sounds as desperate as you.

You refuse to think too much.

“What?” You reply, dumbly.

“Your practice, I want to hear it again.”

“Gojo I-”

“Satoru.” He corrects, his eyes crinkling with his grin, you can feel his breath on your face and you hold yourself back from leaning towards him.

You’re silent for a moment, before he tilts his head, nodding at you to continue.

It’s ok.

“Satoru,” You start, breaking eye contact with him as you look down at your fidgeting hands, “I like you.”

And you feel so unbelievably childish, at your nerves.

You feel weak to his never failing gaze.

Until he pokes your nose softly with his finger, and leans down to reply, too close, he’s far too close.

“Yea?” He echoes, “You like me?”

You nod, helpless, “So much Satoru.”

And then you feel it.

His lips on yours.

Oh.

And it’s wonderful, it’s all consuming and it’s him.

And you kiss back, feeling his hands on your face, and encasing you, holding you.

Gojo tilts your head up, and you can’t help but gasp, letting him devour you.

He tastes of cherries and sugar, his mouth as warm as his grasp, as he brings you closer.

“God baby.” He mumbles into your mouth, “You have no idea.”

He sounds frantic you think.

You pull away to look at him, and giggle when he follows you, trying to recapture your lips with his, pouting, tracing the sides of your temples with a finger.

You’re both breathless.

And you take the opportunity to be bold.

You press a kiss to his jaw, ignoring the racing of your poor heart.

Gojo smirks, a dumb elated expression on his face as he pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of yours. Blocking your view of his face as he whispers.

“Think it goes without saying.” You hear him say, slowly, “But I like you too Y/N.” He mocks, his voice soft.

And you cling to his shirt, and press your fingers into his back as a response, trying to mark him as yours instantaneously.

He laughs again, before pulling away to hold you at an arms length, looking down at you, his face beautiful, and yours.

“Lunch then? So we can talk about this properly?”

“I’d like that.” You say, your eyes in hearts.

He winks at you, and pulls you to walk with him, leading you out of the room.

You lean against him allowing yourself a moment of vindicated clarity.

He’s warm.

So, so warm.

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A/N- i hate my life. i’m trying not to spoil anything for anyone, but chapter 261 has ruined my life! i wrote this just to make myself better and because a lovely anon asked me to write something comforting and fluffy <3 thank u for reading i love u i love u i love u and i hope everyone is ok <3

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