Just Bring Back My Silly Little Baby 🥺

No shota is safe while I'm out there btw.

Hi, Winter! What does your ideal date with Yuuji look like? <3

Aww that is such a cute question!! Thank you for sending it, Stephanie 💗💗 I wrote this as a reader insert so you and all my other fellow Yuuji lovers can go on that date with him too 💗💗

Yuuji x Reader (gn). Fluff. Minors don't interact. Divider @/saradika_graphics

A dream date with Yuuji would be a movie date! Going to the cinema together to watch a movie you both enjoy. Yuuji gets the tickets and is super excited. As a big movie lover, he absolutely LOVES to share this experience with you.

You get lots of snacks you can share and feed each other, which makes you giggle and laugh, and you end up stealing lots of sweet kisses from each other. But Yuuji takes movies pretty seriously, so you definitely WILL watch the movie, too. But that doesn't mean you won't get lots of cuddles from your boyfie. Yuuji kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear that you can lean against him, so you end up resting your head against Yuuji's broad shoulder while you're holding hands on the armrest. You can't help but grin because Yuuji squeezes your hand with his larger one anytime an exciting scene happens and then apologizes to you for it, even bringing your hand to his lips so he can kiss it better.

Afterward, you go to eat something. Preferably to a place where you can get burgers and fancy milkshakes. Yuuji smiles that gorgeous sunshine smile at you, and his honey eyes sparkle happily when he discusses the movie with you. It makes you fall even deeper in love with him to see how passionate he is about movies and how much he knows about the whole topic.

Your evening ends really romantic when Yuuji thanks you for the fun evening and tells you he loves you before he leans across the table to kiss you. Lots of slow, tender kisses where you can still taste the strawberry milkshake on Yuuji's tongue 💗

me and my sister

“REJOICE, BOYS”

He stood in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest, his hands trembling at his sides. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, but there was something in them—something that made his stomach twist in knots, something that made him feel like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“You’re nervous,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "You don’t have to be."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t right.”

She tilted her head, studying him with those big, doe eyes. “Then why are you here?” she asked, her tone gentle, almost teasing. “You could have walked away.”

He couldn’t answer that. He didn’t answer that. Instead, he crossed the room in three quick strides, his hands reaching out to grip her shoulders. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. She just looked up at him, her breath quickening, her chest rising and falling with each rapid heartbeat.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice strained, desperate. “Tell me to leave.”

But she didn’t. She just reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her touch so soft, so tender, it made his chest ache. “I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured. “I’ve never wanted you to stop.”

Something inside him snapped. He wasn’t sure what it was—guilt, desire, something else entirely—but it was too much, too overwhelming. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he yanked her closer. She let out a small yelp, but it quickly turned into a moan as he crushed his lips against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

She tasted sweet, like the candy she’d been eating earlier, and it only made him hungrier. He kissed her harder, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her. She arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his voice rough, almost broken. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She didn’t say anything. She just pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as she kissed him back with the same desperation, the same hunger. He could feel her heart racing, feel the heat radiating from her body, and it drove him wild.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with desire. She looked so innocent, so pure, and yet there was something so utterly forbidden about her, something that made his blood boil.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans. She lifted her hips, helping him pull them down, and then she was lying there, completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

He stared at her for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. She was so small, so delicate, and yet there was something so inherently erotic about her, something that made him feel like he was on fire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, and she shivered, her breath hitching.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

She whimpered, her hips bucking up towards him, and that was it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He stripped off his own clothes, his hands trembling with anticipation, and then he was on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress.

She gasped as he entered her, her nails scraping down his back. He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt her tight warmth envelop him. He started to move, slowly at first, testing the waters, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust into her harder, faster. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her clenching around him, feel the way her body trembled beneath him, and it only made him more desperate.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he buried his face in her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist as she rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He gripped her sides, his fingers pressing into her skin as he yanked her hair, forcing her head back. She cried out, her body arching up towards him, and he could feel her starting to unravel. He could feel himself getting closer, too, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, lost in her, consumed by her.

But he couldn’t hold on. He felt his body tensing, felt the fire in his gut building until it was too much. He let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers running through his hair as she held him close. He could feel her heart racing, feel the way her body was still trembling beneath him, and it made him feel sick.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with guilt. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She didn’t say anything. She just held him tighter, her lips pressing against his forehead. “It’s okay, little bro” she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t. He felt like a monster, like a pervert, like he’d just destroyed something sacred. He buried his face in her neck, his hands gripping her waist as he tried to steady his breathing, but it was no use. The guilt was too much, the shame too overwhelming.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She stroked his hair, her touch gentle, comforting. “You don’t have to apologize,” she murmured. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”

He shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s not right,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re my sister. I’m disgusting.”

She didn’t respond. She just held him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as she whispered soft, soothing words into his ear. He didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve her, but he couldn’t pull away. He needed her too much.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

She kissed his forehead, her lips soft, warm. “I won’t,” she promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He clung to her, his body trembling, his mind spinning. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix this, but for now, all he could do was hold on to her and pray that she wouldn’t let go.

Cute collage I made