fwb!yuta x reader please!!!! that sounds like such a good idea. maybe he agreed to it because reader was feeling left out and lonely because they’re not with anyone so yuta offers himself to reader. he’s ecstatic and definitely tries to use being fwb with reader to not be exclusive with them but be their partner eventually. (same person who requested the sukuna breeds; yuji keeps request)
can i be a lime? :D
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hello 🍋🟩 anon!! i am so sorry this took so long, but i am very happy to meet you!! i will also say that writing this reminded me of a very specific time in my life and i am sorry if it bled through but i hope it is still enjoyable and creepy enough :D
-content warning: angst :(, manipulative?yuuta, implied breeding (if you squint at the end), reader is lowk situationshipping yuuta & being a fuckboy :(
word count: 0.9k
Things have gotten out of hand.
You realize it when he’s laying his head in your lap while watching TV. Your fingers are in his hair, combing through his scalp how you know he likes. A few months ago, you didn’t know that. You also didn’t know what he looked like naked, didn’t know he was that good with his hands…
A cough cleared your throat as you shifted beneath him, thighs clenching together just the slightest. Things with Yuuta had changed; they had become more intimate than you intended.
No strings attached, he had said, but you should have seen through your lust and recognized the yearning look in his eyes.
As if he can sense you drifting away, he sits up, twisting his body toward you so he can plant a kiss on your neck. The sensation against your pulse causes it to quicken, body instantly sagging back in the prey position. You barely gasp at the little bite of his teeth.
“Yuuta…” you whine. “What did I say about marks?”
“Sorry, I forgot.” He pulls back with a sheepish smile.
You huff but you pull him in for a hungry kiss, running your hands down his chest. It’s more difficult to read into when you have him like this. He moans into your mouth, placing a hand behind you on the cushion to help steady himself.
But just as you’re about to reach for the tent in his pants, he pulls off, rolling back to sit beside you. “You know, I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner at that new place you’ve been wanting to go to? Maybe get a sweet treat after?”
You look at him with lips parted and chest heaving. “I’m not that hungry.”
“Okay… maybe that was my way of saying I want a sweet treat.” He winces, scratching the back of his head. “What about that boba spot a couple blocks down? The one with the claw machines in the back?”
You groan, throwing your head back. “Everytime we go there the workers think we’re a couple.”
He licks his lips. “Who cares what they think?”
You shrug, rolling your head away so you don’t have to see him. It broke your heart to act so harshly, but while you enjoyed fucking Yuuta, you couldn’t see yourself being with him long-term.
“And what would be so bad about us being a couple, anyway? We basically spend every day together—”
“Yeah, but—”
“—and we fuck all the time.”
“But, Yuuta—”
“And it’s not like we’re seeing other people.”
You fall silent as he nervously glances at you.
“Right?” He reiterates, looking at you expectantly.
“Yuuta…” You straighten up, twiddling your thumbs. “I am kind of talking to someone.”
“Who?” He almost cuts you off with his question.
You grimace. “Someone from work, and we- we haven’t done anything, but I think we—you and I—should stop seeing each other.”
His eyebrows twitch. “But… we can still be friends, right?”
You press your lips together, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know.”
“But we were friends before—”
“But things were different before.” Your voice shakes with grief as you try your best to face him head on, reaching over to grab his hands in a tender gesture. “I know I ruined things between us and I’m sorry, but I hope you- you can forgive me.”
He looks down at where your hands meet for a moment as if to get himself together. “Of course I can forgive you… I love you.”
You close your eyes and sigh through your nose as he continues making you feel like the worst person in the world. “Yuuta, don’t…”
“I love you.” He repeats, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
You couldn’t even muster words in that moment, tears brimming your eyes. How were you supposed to tell your friend you didn’t like him like that despite fucking and keeping him around for months? You were in too deep.
“Yuuta, you should go.” You spoke it all at once just to get it out of your mouth.
“What? Why?” He bristles. “We can- we can go back to watching TV if that’s what you want.”
“No.” You pull your hands away from his, standing from the couch and nodding your head at the door. “I want you to leave. Please.”
“But…” he joins you on your feet, hands hovering over you, ready to put you at ease. “Not like leave leave, right?”
“I don’t know!” You raise your voice, wiping the tears from your face. “Just- go!”
“Aw, baby, don’t cry.” He coddles you, wraps his arms around you despite your pushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset with anything I said. Let’s just go back to how it was. I can make it all better.”
Yuuta began to pepper your face with kisses as your heart seized in your chest. This was dangerous territory; you had asked him to leave and he didn’t.
“Stop!” You try again, slapping your hands against his chest. “Get off!”
“You don’t mean that.” He brushes any hair from your face so he can get a good look into your eyes. “I know you love me, too. Why else would you keep me around so long?”
Loneliness. Selfishness. The list goes on.
“So I don’t know who this guy in your phone is…” Yuuta wags the device he fished out of your pocket in front of you. “But you’re going to tell him you have a boyfriend. And then I’m going to make you mine forever.”
Can you please recommend some blogs similar to you to fill the gap when you aren't posting?
of course!! here are some of my faves
@shrimpwife who should actually be called goatwife because they're the GOAT!!! they wrote one of my requests and i am very very very pleased to recommend them<3
@nymphaemisery is another blog i really admire! they recently did an obsesssion au with yuuta that i have on my reading list 👀 so excited!!!
@oncam is also a fav of mine !!! as i was starting season 3 i read their little hakari blurb and it blew my mind open to possibilities previously unknown... whole blog just very yummy overall
i have reblogged all of these wonderful people in the past so you may have already come across them on your dash, but they deserve all the kudos!!
omg moth i've read that fic like three times in one night... i was so excited when i saw you posted it, i could barely wait til i got off work to read it (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))
im so in love with the direction you took, sneaking out and falling for rengoku was such an amazing choice, i even felt flustered reading it!
and sanemi was perfect here, his jealousy, his comments. when i first sent in the thought i was thinking about what you wrote in sanemi's alphabet, him blaming his darling for getting attention, and you conveyed that so perfectly. and when he finally took her virginity for himself 😵💫 whew.
thank you so much for writing it, im really happy you enjoyed it!
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HIII 🪼 anon!!! i am so glad that you enjoyed it and i could give you a post-work present<3 i portrayed the reader maybe a bit too over innocent, but i thought rengoku would fit that perfectly >///< i tried my best to cover all my bases with sanemi... trying to show that he just has a twisted way of caring for his precious little sister...
again, thank you so much for the request. i really enjoyed writing it for you!! i also have that yuuta thought in my inbox (which i know you said isn't a request but i want to respond to it dutifully when i can!)
kicking my feet in the air and SCREAMING into my pillow !! i cannot wait how to see the streamer fic in the flesh (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
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YAYAYAY IM GLAD YOURE EXCITED!!! it should be out tomorrow :3 i'll give a sneak peek tho if you don't mind hehe
“H- help!” You wrestled your face out of the sheets, crying to your phone just out of reach. A hand appeared over you, grabbing your phone. On the screen you saw a reflection of your strained face as well as that of a stranger with dark hair.
ooohhh i just like to think yuta is also slowly losing himself over seeing his own darling letting go of her health and well being but he has to have some hope for him and his darling or else he doesn't wanna die from such major depression first and not take care of his own darling
(,,•᷄﹏•᷅,,) (such an amazing read btw, u once again did amazing ♡)
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AAA THANK YOU 🍩 anon<3 i know this is like a 5 days late response i lowk hid this ask from myself in my drafts for some reason bc i was like "omg 🍩 anon :D"
but i didn't even consider yuuta's own spiral as he sees you go down a similar path >.< if this is how you're going out, he's going out right alongside you<3
i found you through ao3 and omg where have you been all my life... i'm so in love with your writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i saw you do emoji anons, so could i be 🪼 anon?
i'm really happy you ask for thoughts and stuff bc i had some ideas after reading the fic about samemi nonconning rengoku's sister :3 i was thinking about sanemi's younger sister getting a lot of attention for being so pretty and demure, sanemi is having to turn down proposals left and right! it's so hard to keep you locked inside the wind estate when more and more people come to train, sanemi just doesn't want anyone looking at his precious sister! the thought of anyone deflowering her when he has first dibs...
and he ofc blames her for the attention she's getting. did she have to do laundry while there were other people outside? what does she mean they spied on her while she was bathing? no, surely she did something to lure them there. if this goes on, maybe he'll have to take her himself.
but things get a lil complicated when rengoku or tomioka notice her despite sanemi's best efforts to keep her hidden...
i have a lot more thoughts to share and i want to share all of them :3
big brother sanemi x reader // 18+
this ended up becoming rengoku centered (surprise) but OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVES TO WRITE IN A WHILE!!! which explains why i went a lil overboard… hope you don’t mind 🪼 anon!!
content warning: INCEST, noncon, spanking (belt), physical abuse, virgin!reader, talk about kidnapping, reader is called whore/slut/bitch (sorri), use of nii/nii-chan, au where kyojurou lives forever/honorable rengoku x reader mention
word count: almost 3k!!!
You had successfully picked the lock.
As careful as possible, you crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky spots lest you be heard. The estate was dark, but you used the sliver of moonlight to guide your steps toward the front door. If you were caught, there would be hell to pay. You did your best to sneakily peer through the window facing the courtyard.
It was a whirlwind of dust and electricity; blue and green lights flashing against the night sky. Your mouth dropped open in awe at the sight. This was the most entertainment you’d had in weeks; watching the Hashira scrimmage.
With a burst of wind, the dust cleared, allowing you to see two distinct figures. On one side was a man with dark hair and a mismatched haori, and on the other was none other than your big brother, Sanemi, standing tall with his chest puffed out.
“That’s all you got, Tomioka?” Your brother laughed, panting from exertion. “Or do you need a break?”
“Of course not…” the man responded in a cool voice, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
They went back at it, disappearing into a cloud of smoke. Their speed was incredible, you could barely make out their forms in the blur of motion. You were so distracted, you didn’t see the prominent figure approaching the window.
“Hello there.”
Your soul nearly left your body from the scare, whipping your head to the voice as if it was your big brother himself, already bracing yourself for a lecture. Instead, it was a man with blazing orange hair that could only belong to the Rengoku family.
“I am guessing you are Shinazugawa’s little sister.” He stood on the other side of the window, leaning against the wall. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m—”
“I know who you are.” You couldn’t help yourself from interrupting him. “Rengoku Kyojurou. Flame Hashira. It’s an honor to meet you.”
He held his hand out. You chanced a glance toward the ongoing fight before placing yours in his.
“The pleasure is mine.” He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss. Warmth spread through you and you wondered if this was what love was like.
He looked over at the fight for a moment before meeting your yearning gaze.
“I suppose you don’t want your brother to know you’re down here.” He chuckled, letting go of your hand. “You best run along before he catches you.”
“O- okay.” You stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. Then you fled, back up the stairs without care for creaking stairs nor the sound of your door slamming shut, being sure to lock up so it was as if you had never left. Your heart raced in your chest, so hard that you had to put your hands over it to stop it from escaping.
When Sanemi came to check on you before heading to bed, you pretended to be asleep. You remained as still as you could when he brushed his fingers through your hair and left a kiss at your temple, a hand ghosting over your hip before he departed.
But you couldn’t sleep that night, clutching the hand that the Flame Hashira had kissed.
Still, you woke early the next morning to prepare breakfast for your brother and yourself. He was quiet as usual—your big brother was not a morning person—but there was a clench in his jaw that told you he was brewing on something.
“Did you sleep well, Sanemi-nii?” You tried to ease the tension as you stirred your porridge.
“Slept fine.” He gruffed back, taking the bowl with both hands to bring to his mouth.
“Well… I was hoping we could go to the market today. If you have time, that is.”
Sanemi groaned after gulping down the contents of his bowl, slamming it down on the table. “Why? You want men to look at you?”
“N- no.” You shrunk beneath his gaze, cheeks flushing with heat as you remembered Kyojurou’s lips against your knuckles. “I just wanted to make dinner for you tonight… and your Hashira friends, if they wanted—”
“They are not my friends.” Sanemi stood from his chair, nearly kicking it over as he approached you. “And men only want one thing. You know that.”
You bowed your head, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill from your waterline. “Yes, Sanemi-nii.”
He stood there for a moment, and you were scared he may strike you. However, he ran a hand over his face, sighing. “Make me a list and I’ll pick up the ingredients. For you and me only.”
You looked up with a smile on your face. “O- okay! Thank you, nii-san.”
He walked off, leaving you to clean up the plates and quickly scrawl a grocery list. When he finally left, you snuck outside to wash and hang the laundry in the desolate courtyard. Once you were done you sat on the engawa, feeling the breeze pass through you like the clothes on the line.
It was very rare you got time alone like this. Usually you were confined to your room or at Sanemi’s side. While you loved your big brother, he could be very protective. He was always like that, but it had only worsened since you reached marrying age.
Perhaps it was for good reason. Some of the suitors who came around made you feel… weird. They were low-level demon slayers, staring at you like a piece of meat, sometimes following you to the bath. Sanemi always chased them away, but you were punished as well with a beating of your own. There was still a scar on your upper arm from where his nails had torn through once.
Sanemi stopped letting you venture outside of the estate shortly after, denying any suitor that called on you.
But you couldn’t help but wonder what love was like… your mind wandering to Kyojurou. You blushed at the thought of calling him by his first name. What would he be like? Surely he wouldn’t spy on you in the bath, nor would he leave you with bruises blooming across your arms and face.
Although part of you wouldn’t mind if he caught you in the bath.
Heat flared between your legs, blush intensifying across your face. Your imagination ran wild, picturing the lips Kyojurou placed on your hand meeting yours instead; thinking about phantom touches on your hips and lower…
“Hey!”
You were broken out of your lustful daze, eyes darting to the figure walking through the gates.
“What are you doing outside?” Sanemi barked, carrying your packaged groceries.
You quickly stood, beginning to rush down the steps to help him. “J- just hanging the laundry—”
“Back inside!”
You turned tail and scurried away to the doorway, falling to your knees to beg for his forgiveness. He slammed the door shut behind himself, making you flinch.
“I’m sorry, Sanemi-nii. I didn’t mean to—”
“Do you want someone to come put a bag over your head and drag you away?” He shot you a glare, stalking to the kitchen to throw the load down.
He sent you to your room, angrily locking you in. You could hear him stomping around through the foundation of the house until he seemingly left. You sat there, waiting for him to come back and let you out for dinner, but he never came. Soon the sun set, casting your room in darkness.
You used your trusty hairpin to pick the lock, carefully opening the door and making sure you were clear before sneaking downstairs. Everything was just as it had been left, including the groceries, some of which had rotted. You crept your way to the front door, peering out the window just in time to feel a waft of warmth..
The courtyard was swept up in its new nightly routine as a sparring ground for Hashira. This time you saw flashes of orange mixed with green, bursts of heat radiating from the melee. When the dust cleared, you saw your brother and Kyojurou on opposite sides of the patio.
“You put up a good fight, Sanemi.” Kyojurou smiled. Coincidentally, his eyes flicked over to the window, catching a glimpse before you dove out of view. “But I’m still recovering from my injury. You wouldn’t mind if I took a rest, would you?”
“Ha, I could do this all day.” Your brother boasted, making you cringe in embarrassment. “Here comes Obanai up the hill, anyway. Take as long as you need, slowpoke.”
Kyojurou came to sit at the stairs near the entrance, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow. Like your brother said, Obanai arrived and began his scrimmage with Sanemi. With your back against the wall, you considered your options. You could flee now to avoid more of your big brother’s rage, or talk to the one who had captivated your every waking thought…
“I know you’re there…” his voice rumbled, jumpstarting your heart. “I apologize, but I never caught your name, only that you are a Shinazugawa.”
You peeked out the open window. The expanse of Kyojurou’s back faced you, his hair splayed behind his shoulders, flame-stroked haori resting on the deck. You whispered your name, so quietly he turned his head and asked you to repeat yourself. It nearly killed you to say it louder while meeting his eyes.
“A beautiful name matching its keeper.” He gave you a soft smile. “I’m surprised you are yet to marry.”
You were happy to have the wall blocking you so he couldn’t see the way you broke out into a dopey grin. “I’ve had suitors before, but my brother turned them away.”
“I understand.” He hummed. “If I had a sister as pretty as you, I would want to keep her all to myself, too.”
Each word made you weak in the knees. You did everything in your power to steady yourself before you spoke, “Are you- are you looking to marry, Rengoku-sama?”
“Please, you are welcome to call me Kyojurou.” He stood from the stair, sauntering over to your hiding spot. “Since my injury, I’ve been reminded how fleeting this life is… and I would like to share it with someone and have a family before my time is up.”
You stood in full view now, looking up at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. He reached in, grabbing both of your hands from their sides and laid another kiss to them. He brought them back down, but kept his fingers laced with yours as he leaned down to fulfill your first kiss.
It was quick and chaste, but it was the most you had ever done. You watched as he pulled away, squeezing your hands. “Your brother’s scrimmage is almost done. You should go.”
He let go of you.
“Perhaps we’ll meet here again tomorrow night?”
All you could do was nod before you floated back to your room and into your bed, a smile spread across your features that could not be dismissed. Your heart raced, stomach buzzing with butterflies. You imagined what your wedding with Kyojurou would be like, your wedding night…
You licked your lips as you brought the same hand he kissed down beneath your dress, rubbing that aching spot between your legs. Your underwear was already soaked, maybe from a combination of your earlier daydream and Kyojurou’s touch.
With your free hand, you palmed at your own breast, touching yourself over the fabric. You thought this would help relieve the tension, but the need only grew deeper. You wanted more, you wanted Kyojuro; for him to touch you like this, to venture his fingers beneath your clothes.
You slipped a finger into your panties, gasping at the warm slick that gushed out of you. Your clit burned hot beneath your touch as you rubbed it in circles. Your toes curled in the sheets, knees rising up as you spread yourself wider. Little moans slipped from your mouth, but you cared little in the throes of pleasure.
“Kyo- Kyojurou….” you whispered as you came close to snapping.
And you were so distracted that you hadn’t heard Sanemi creak up the stairs, come to your room with the beginning of an apology on his tongue, until he found your door already unlocked… and then he saw you.
You with your hand between your thighs, a hand squeezing your breast and eyes fluttering in your head. And you didn’t even notice him at first, continuing to indulge yourself with your little mewls and squirming hips.
“Kyojurou,” you whispered again, head lolling to the side, slowly piecing the image of your brother at the door, eyes wide and fists clenched at his side.
“Sanemi-nii!” You squeaked, drawing your wet hand out from under your dress and fixing yourself as best as possible, closing your legs shut tight. “I- I can explain—”
It was painstakingly silent as he trudged towards you. You expected him to blow up, to immediately begin punishing you for your transgression… but he was uncharacteristically precise with every step. You cowered the closer he got until your back was against the headboard, knees drawn up to your chest. He stood at your side, looking down at you with wide, unreadable eyes.
Your brother seized the hand that resided between your legs only moments ago, and you watched in horror as he inspected it, slick glowing in the moonlight.
“Are you fucking him?” He asked, his grasp becoming painful around your wrist.
Even though the answer was no, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.
“I asked you a question, slut.” His hand left yours and came to your hair, yanking your head back painfully. “Are you fucking him?”
“No!” You finally cried, instinctively reaching for his wrist in an attempt to ease the pain searing through your scalp. “N- no, there’s nothing going on between Kyojurou and I, I promise!”
“On a first name basis, huh?” Sanemi snickered. “I don’t believe you.”
Your brother used his leverage to throw you over the bed, dragging your dress up over your ass to reveal silky, wet underwear hidden underneath. You were too afraid to move, even when you heard the clink of his belt. Your cunt clenched in fear, perfectly visible.
Leather struck the top of your thigh, making you howl and squirm in pain. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you should have known you weren’t making it out of this night without a beating.
“If you can’t stay still I’ll do much worse than spank you.” He growled at you from behind. He pressed your face into the mattress, forcing your back into an uncomfortable arch. At this angle, your dress slipped further down, exposing more of your skin.
Two more smacks! came down in quick succession. Your hands curled into the sheets while your screams were muffled by them. There was no time to think about how your insides pulsed with pleasure between each snap against your ass.
“My sister, a fucking whore.” He sneered, laying another one on you. “What’d you let him do to you? Put it in your mouth?”
“No!” You brought your face out from the bed, tears and drool smeared over your cheek. “W- we didn’t do anything! I swear!”
Your head fell back with his following strike. “Don’t lie to me, bitch.”
“I swear!” You sobbed, partially muffled by the sheets and spit pooling in your mouth from the pain. “All we did was kiss!”
“All you did was kiss? How cute.” Sanemi chuckled, clicking his tongue. “Let me see if you’re still intact, then.”
You felt him kneel behind you in the space between your ankles. An unexpected finger running over your clothed slit made you throw a look back, eyebrows furrowing.
“S’nemi-nii?” Your voice trembled. “What are you…?”
He rolled your panties down past your hips, quickly hooking his thumbs into your cunny lips to pry them further apart. You gasped at the stretch, feeling yourself pulse around nothing.
“Shit, you’re soaked.” He commented under his breath, forcing mortified tears to spill from your eyes. You could feel him taking in every inch of you for what felt like a moment too long until you heard the shuffle of clothes. Something heavy prodded at your entrance. Your clit twitched from the tension.
“What’re you doing?!” You wailed into the sheets. “S’nemi-nii stop!”
He mounted you, lips curling at the back of your ear. “Your first kiss was supposed to be with nii-chan, so I’ll take the next best thing.”
The feeling was so awful you hated yourself for fantasizing over it only minutes before. Your brother’s cock tore through you until there was nothing more to give and that wasn’t the last of it.
“That’s not all you can take, is it?” His hands found your wrists to pin down. “I thought you wanted to be fucked, that’s why you were touching yourself, wasn’t it? What’s wrong now?”
You stifled your whine in the sheets, unsure if what you felt was pleasure or pain. Lights danced behind your eyes as you felt him sink deeper and deeper. Your whole body shook in pain and overstimulation, but your insides greedily accepted more.
“Or is it because it’s me and not Kyojurou?” He said your lover’s name mockingly. “You don’t love nii-chan anymore? Isn’t that right?”
“Nii-chan…” the name fell naturally despite your tongue-tied state; that’s what you called him before you got dragged into all this demon mess. Before he changed. “Please stop it, please.”
“Oh, I’m going to do whatever I please, alright.” He bore his entire weight down on you, making you flail. “I’m going to make sure no one but me will touch you again.”
Who'd be the best or worst yandere kny to be stuck with if you were mute
anon, i have been stewing on this all day to give you an answer...
i think sanemi would be the absolute worst because he thinks he can and will get you to talk with whatever means possible >.< even if it's just to hear you scream.
tanjiro would be somewhere in the middle in the sense that he tries to understand you and work out a communication system with you. however, like with nezuko, he thinks he can eventually heal you with his love<3
i think the one who would be the most chill is probably giyuu? like tanjiro, i think he would do his best to communicate with you in the way you're most comfortable with, sometimes getting frustrated, but he's not trying to cure you. he enjoys the silence with you.
Please DO NOT read if you’re sensitive to these topics.
AN: This piece explores very dark and sensitive themes. It blurs the line between love, obsession, and psychological horror, focusing on Itadori’s fractured identity and Y/N’s inability to escape. If you are uncomfortable with manipulative relationships, obsession, or psychological torment, please skip this one. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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The battlefield was nothing but ruins now.
Broken concrete, collapsed towers, and the faint stench of charred curses that refused to fade no matter how many weeks passed. It was supposed to be the end—the end. The fight that decided everything.
And it had been.
Gojo. Nanami. Megumi. Too many names to count. Faces you couldn’t stop seeing in your dreams. They were all gone, swallowed by the kind of death that didn’t leave space for goodbyes.
And you—
You had walked out alive, but not whole.
Your voice had shattered that day. It wasn’t just silence that claimed you, but the brutal irony of it—because your voice had been your power. Screams sharp enough to split curses into ribbons, words heavy enough to bend energy into form. You had screamed until your throat tore, until your own ability burned you from the inside out. And when the smoke cleared, nothing came out of your mouth but breath.
Not a word. Not a sound.
Yuji had been the first to reach you, his body trembling, blood dripping from cuts he didn’t even notice. He caught you before you hit the ground, clutching you so tightly you thought your ribs might crack. His eyes were wild, red-rimmed, horrified.
“Y/N—your voice—no, no, no, this is my fault.” His words tumbled out, frantic, breaking. “I shouldn’t have eaten those damn fingers. If it wasn’t for me—if Sukuna hadn’t—everyone’s gone because of me. And now you, too…”
You tried to speak, but nothing came. The ache in your throat was raw, empty, final.
So instead, you pressed your hand weakly against his, squeezing his wrist with what little strength you had left. Your way of saying I’m still here. Don’t break.
He stared at you like you had just pulled him from drowning. His grip tightened, desperate, like if he let go you’d vanish with the rest of them. His forehead pressed against yours, and his voice cracked apart into something barely human.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again, the words spilling into your silence. “I’m so damn sorry…”
You stayed that way until the fires burned out around you. Two survivors in a graveyard of friends, clinging to each other because there was nothing else left.
And now—
The world was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that left space for his smile, for the way he shoved a ridiculous plush keychain in your face, grinning like a child.
“Look, Y/N! Doesn’t it look like me?” he said, waving the silly thing, his laughter too bright for the shadows it came from.
You blinked at it once, then at him. His grin stretched wider, like he was waiting for you to roll your eyes. Instead, you let the corner of your lips twitch into the faintest smile.
His eyes lit up instantly.
“There it is,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Knew I could make you smile.”
He stuffed the keychain into his pocket, still grinning, before plopping down on the couch beside you. His knee bumped yours—deliberate, playful.
“Alright, serious question,” he announced suddenly, leaning closer like he was about to let you in on a secret. “What do you want for dinner tonight? Ramen? Curry? Or…” He squinted, pretending to think hard. “Do we finally go wild and try my cooking?”
You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed immediately, hands flying up in mock defense. “Hey, don’t give me that look! I’ve improved, I swear. No more burnt rice, promise!”
The expression on your face softened despite yourself, your silent skepticism enough to make his laughter ring louder. He reached out, brushing his hand lightly over yours, the touch warm, grounding.
“You don’t have to answer,” he said after a beat, his voice gentler now. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”
And just like that, the moment passed—sweet, harmless, ordinary. Nothing wrong at all.
At least, that’s how it looked on the surface.
Dinner talk didn’t end with his silly suggestion. Yuji never let things end easily; he always found a way to keep the conversation alive, even if you couldn’t answer. He leaned back against the couch, legs sprawled out like he owned the entire space, and tilted his head at you with that boyish, expectant grin.
“Okay, hear me out,” he said, lifting a finger dramatically. “We could order sushi. But! Last time we ordered sushi, I got food poisoning. Or maybe it was the wasabi’s fault—seriously, how was I supposed to know that much green stuff wasn’t guacamole?”
He laughed at his own joke, so hard his shoulders shook. You only shook your head lightly, hiding the small smile that tugged at your lips behind your hand. He noticed, of course he did, and his laughter softened into something quieter, more intimate.
“I like when you do that,” he murmured suddenly. “When you try not to laugh. You’re so bad at hiding it.”
You blinked at him, a little startled at the shift in tone. His eyes lingered on you a moment too long before he broke into another grin, playful again. “Anyway! We’re not repeating sushi night. So it’s ramen, curry, or Yuji’s special mystery dish. Final vote?”
Your hand hovered in the air before you pointed toward the takeout menus stacked by the counter. Ramen.
He jumped to his feet like you’d just given him the winning answer on a game show. “Ramen it is! Excellent choice, Y/N. I’ll make the call—no, wait, you sit there, don’t move, I’ll handle everything.”
You didn’t move. You rarely did when he got like this, bounding from one corner of the room to the other, too full of energy to contain. You just watched, silent, taking in every little detail—the way his voice pitched higher when he tried to sound persuasive on the phone, the way he paced in wide circles while waiting for the line to connect.
When he finally hung up, his excitement hadn’t dimmed. He dropped onto the couch beside you again, this time leaning so close his shoulder pressed into yours. “Twenty minutes. Think we can survive until then?”
You tilted your head, pretending to consider it, before giving a very small shrug.
—
The wait wasn’t unbearable. Yuji had a way of filling every empty second, even when nothing was happening. He grabbed the remote, flipping through channels with exaggerated commentary, like a sports announcer calling out the highlights of your evening.
“And here we have… yet another boring drama,” he groaned, dragging the words out as he flicked past it. “Seriously, who even watches these anymore? Oh! Cartoons! Cartoons are always a safe bet, right?”
You gave him a side look, deadpan, as he stopped on some over-the-top animated show with voices far too loud for how tiny the characters looked. He laughed, catching the faintest twitch at the corner of your mouth, and settled in like he’d just scored a victory.
So the two of you sat there, bathed in the glow of the screen. His running commentary continued, sometimes stupid, sometimes so ridiculous you couldn’t help the small huffs of laughter that slipped out. And every time, he noticed—pointing at you, grinning like he’d just uncovered a rare treasure.
By the time the knock at the door came, Yuji was already on his feet like a rocket, tearing to grab the bags with an energy that would’ve been embarrassing on anyone else. He returned seconds later, arms piled high with steaming containers, setting them out across the low table.
“Okay, okay, look at this spread,” he announced, waving his arms like a magician revealing his grand trick. “Best ramen in town, guaranteed. And—oh! They gave us extra gyoza. Jackpot.”
You shook your head, smiling faintly as he handed you chopsticks with the care of someone passing along a priceless artifact. He immediately tore into his own bowl, slurping noodles noisily, groaning with exaggerated delight.
“This is heaven,” he declared through a mouthful, pointing at you with his chopsticks. “You made the right call. Genius. Certified ramen expert, that’s you.”
You rolled your eyes, amused, and shook your head again. He grinned wider, leaning across the table to nudge your arm. “Don’t deny it, Y/N. You’re proud of yourself right now.”
You chuckled under your breath, the sound soft but enough to make him beam. Dinner carried on like that—his endless blabbering, your quiet smiles and small gestures. For a moment, it was easy to pretend this was all life would ever be.
Until your phone buzzed.
The sound was small, but sharp against the warmth of the evening. Your gaze flicked to the device resting beside you, the screen lighting up with a notification. Yuji followed your line of sight, his chewing slowing as he tilted his head.
“What’s up? Who’s it?”
You picked up the phone, thumb hovering for a second before you turned the screen toward him. A message. Just one. From Shoko.
"How are you holding up? Are you eating? Sleeping?"
Yuji’s eyes softened as he read it, but before he could say anything, you pulled the phone back, your fingers flying across the screen. A tired smile touched your lips, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes, as you typed out a response. The expression was different—gentler, aching, like a window had opened somewhere far away, back to Jujutsu High, back to people you would never see again.
Yuji watched in silence, chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth. He shifted a little, hand lifting toward his neck, scratching at the skin there with sudden awkwardness.
When you set the phone down again, exhaling softly, your smile still lingered. But it wasn’t for him.
He swallowed, his throat tight.
“Shoko, huh?” His voice was casual, but the hesitation cracked through the words. “She… she must miss you.”
You only nodded once, brushing a strand of hair back from your face. That tired smile stayed, fragile but real.
Your phone buzzed again while you ate, the screen dimly glowing between the dishes. After a moment of hesitation, you tapped it open, typed quickly, then slid the device across the table toward him.
_I’m thinking of meeting her… and the others at Jujutsu High. It’s been a while._
Yuji blinked down at the words, chopsticks frozen halfway to his mouth. His eyes flickered to yours, wide and caught off guard. For a beat too long, he didn’t move.
Then, as if remembering himself, he let out a quick, nervous laugh and bobbed his head three times in rapid succession, exaggerated like he understood perfectly. “Yeah! Yeah, totally. Makes sense.”
But the way he suddenly shoveled noodles into his mouth, chewing fast and avoiding your gaze, told a different story. You tilted your head at him, lips tugging downward in a quiet sigh, but you didn’t push. Instead, you turned back to your food, letting the silence hang between the clink of chopsticks and the hum of the TV.
The next morning came with soft sunlight spilling into the apartment. You moved around the room, pulling clothes from drawers, setting aside your bag, sliding little necessities into place. Yuji was there, of course—he was always there—but he wasn’t himself. No rambling, no jokes, just the sound of him shifting his weight and the low rustle of fabric as he stood by the door, watching you.
You finally tilted your head at him, brows furrowed, that silent expression asking, _What’s wrong, you silly?_
He blinked, startled out of his haze, then rubbed the back of his neck, gaze dropping to the floor. “Nothing,” he muttered quickly, voice too small for him.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head at his obvious lie before turning back to your bag. Zipping it closed, you reached for a dress, holding the fabric up against yourself as if testing the color. His eyes followed you, lingering longer than they should have, and when you glanced back at him, his lips parted hesitantly.
“Y/N…” His voice was low, strained. “Do we really have to go?”
The question sat heavy in the air, but you understood without needing more. The way his shoulders hunched, the way his fingers curled against his sides—this wasn’t laziness. This was dread. Going back meant reopening every wound he’d never really let heal.
You set the dress aside and stepped closer, closing the space between you until he finally looked up. Your touch wasn’t grand or loud—just your hand brushing lightly against his arm, enough warmth to tell him you were there, and that was enough. His face went scarlet instantly, ears burning red, his whole posture stiffening as though he’d been caught off guard by something dangerous.
And then, just to tease, you leaned in and pressed the quickest peck to his lips.
“Wha—?!” He jumped back slightly, face now blazing full red as he fumbled with his words. “H-Hey, you can’t just—! That’s cheating, you can’t—” His hands flailed as if trying to erase the moment from the air, but the goofy, boyish grin that broke across his face betrayed him completely.
You only shook your head, amused, returning to your bag as if nothing happened, while his entire world quietly spun out from one stolen second.
—
By the time you both reached the station, the crowd was already beginning to thicken—commuters shuffling past with bags slung over their shoulders, the distant screech of brakes echoing along the tracks. Yuji walked just a half-step ahead of you, glancing back every few seconds to make sure you hadn’t drifted away, his protective shadow as unshakable as ever.
At the security line, he stepped forward first. The guard, a man probably in his mid-thirties, gave Yuji a quick once-over before patting him down, brisk and professional. Yuji grinned through it, awkward but cooperative, arms out like a kid playing airplane. “See? Nothing suspicious here. Just your friendly neighborhood ramen enthusiast.”
The guard’s lips twitched at that, but he didn’t reply, already stepping aside. His eyes flicked toward you next. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then leaned slightly forward.
“Are you alone, miss?”
You blinked. For a second, the question felt heavier than it was. But then you shook your head with a small laugh, lifting a finger to point at Yuji still standing a step away, half-listening but clearly more focused on retrieving the bag he’d set down.
The guard chuckled softly, and—was that the faintest blush coloring his cheeks? He gave a sheepish nod before stepping aside to let you through.
Yuji turned just in time to see the exchange, brows furrowed in complete confusion. He blinked at you, then at the guard, then back at you again, his mouth parting as though he was about to ask what had just happened. But instead, he only shut it with a faint huff and trailed after you in silence, still looking faintly baffled.
You caught the way his lips pressed together, the crease between his brows, and couldn’t help the quiet smile that tugged at your lips. To you, the whole thing was harmless. To him, clearly, it was some kind of unsolvable riddle.
By the time you reached the platform, the train whistle echoed faintly in the distance. Yuji glanced at the vending stall nearby, then back at you, and suddenly perked up.
“Oh wait—I’ll grab us some extra water bottles, just in case.”
You widened your eyes, tugging lightly at his sleeve in protest, but he was already jogging off, waving a hand over his shoulder.
“Don’t move! I’ll be fast!”
You sighed, exasperated but not surprised, and stepped onto the train. The carriage was still half-empty, the air cooler than outside, humming with the faint vibration of engines warming. You slid into a window seat, setting your bag by your side as you checked the clock.
Another whistle. Louder this time. Your heart gave a sharp jolt. He wasn’t back yet.
Quickly, you pulled out your phone, thumb hovering over his contact. You tapped call, pressing the device to your ear, ready to tell him to hurry the hell up—
And then something icy touched your cheek.
You startled, jerking your head to the side, only to see Yuji grinning down at you, holding a sweating bottle of water against your skin. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, hair a little damp from the rush.
“Made it,” he panted lightly, grin never faltering. “Told you I’d be quick.”
You exhaled a sharp breath, half-annoyed, half-relieved, shaking your head at him. He just laughed, plopping down beside you without hesitation, his shoulder bumping into yours.
You tapped the empty space more firmly, signaling him to stay put, and he nodded eagerly like a scolded puppy finally given permission to sit.
“Alright, alright, I’m not moving,” he said, tearing open the cap with a sharp twist. “Now we’ve got enough water to survive the apocalypse. Or, you know, a two-hour train ride.”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a faint curve upward as the train lurched into motion, carrying you both forward—toward Jujutsu High, toward ghosts neither of you were quite ready to face.
The grounds of Jujutsu High hadn’t changed much. The mountain wind still stung sharp against your skin, the stone paths still cracked beneath your feet, but the silence was heavier now—heavier than it had ever been when the place bustled with voices you’d never hear again.
Yuji walked close, his usual chatter muted. His hand hovered at your back once, like he wanted to touch, to anchor, but he pulled it away before it could land.
Empty classrooms. Barren training yards. Everything too still, too preserved, like the world had moved on but this place refused to.
Shoko’s office was the only door that held a light. The faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol clung to the air as you stepped in. She looked up, her eyes tired but sharper than ever, and a slow smile curved her lips.
“Well. Look at you.” Her voice softened at the edges. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
You nodded quickly, lips twitching upward.
She leaned back in her chair, gesturing loosely. “Sit.” Her gaze swept over you the way only a doctor’s could, observant, quiet. “Any pain in your throat? Trouble breathing? Spells of dizziness?”
You shook your head each time.
Her smirk pulled tired but fond. “Tougher than you look, then.” But her tone shifted, dipping into something quieter, the faint crease of her brow barely there. “And Itadori? Nothing… strange you’ve noticed?”
Your breath caught. Brows furrowed. You shook your head firmly. No. Nothing strange.
Shoko only hummed, lips pressing into a thin line. “Mm. Alright.”
The door opened before you could ask what she meant.
“Talking about me?” Yuji’s grin appeared first, bright, boyish, carrying too much sunshine into the stale room.
“Actually, yes,” Shoko said smoothly, leaning back with a knowing look.
Yuji blinked, then laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh-oh. Hope it’s good things?”
“Depends who you ask,” she replied.
You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling the chuckle that slipped out at his mock-offended face. Yuji pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. “Et tu, Y/N?”
The moment was lighter again, Yuji’s charm flooding the room like it always did. But Shoko’s earlier question lodged in your chest like a splinter you couldn’t pull out.
---
That night, the apartment was dark except for the pale glow of your phone. Yuji was beside you, already asleep, arm draped heavy across the sheets, his face soft in dreamless slumber.
You scrolled absently until a headline stopped your thumb cold.
Attempted Murder at Osaka Station – Suspect at Large.
Your pulse jumped. You tapped it open.
The article was short, the words clinical. A security guard injured late afternoon. The suspect had fled before authorities arrived. No motive.
But the grainy footage told more.
A blur of movement. A figure. Short hair. Pink.
Your lungs squeezed tight. That station. Your station. The same one you’d left from just this morning.
It couldn’t be. No—it was impossible. You turned your head, heart hammering, to the boy sleeping soundly beside you, his cheek pressed into the pillow, lips parted in innocent breath.
Guilt twisted hard. You shook your head, forcing it away. Not him. Don’t think that. Don’t.
With trembling fingers, you clicked your phone dark and set it aside. Curling on your side, you shut your eyes, desperate for sleep.
The silence held, broken only by Yuji’s steady breathing.
—
A few days later, life had folded itself back into something resembling normal. The apartment was warm with the scent of instant coffee, Yuji’s voice filling the room as it always did, spilling over with stories you weren’t even sure had beginnings or ends.
He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the loose thread of his hoodie while you leaned close to the mirror, finishing the last touches of your makeup.
“—and then the cashier looked at me like I was the crazy one. I mean, come on, who puts milk chocolate and cheese crackers in the same bag? That’s like a crime, right?” He snorted, his grin wide as ever, waiting for your reaction.
You only shook your head softly, half a smile pulling at your lips as you reached for your lipstick. He noticed anyway, his grin brightening like you’d given him the punchline.
“Exactly! Thank you. Finally, someone who gets me.”
He stretched with a yawn, rolling off the bed to grab something from the kitchen. “Alright, fine, I’ll stop bothering you. Do your thing, Y/N. Don’t take too long, though.”
You breathed out a soundless chuckle, tying your hair loosely as the room grew quiet without him. A few minutes passed, nothing unusual—until the soft pad of his footsteps returned.
You caught his reflection in the mirror first, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded. His eyes were on you, steady.
“Where are you going?” His voice was different. Lower. Not harsh, not loud, but carrying something that made your stomach dip. “Didn’t I say no?”
Your fingers stilled mid-motion, the hair tie slipping loose. Slowly, you turned, dumbfounded, staring up at him.
_What…?_ The word never left your lips, but it echoed in your head, loud and heavy.
His face looked—different. The same, but… sharper somehow. Shadows carved deeper at the corners of his mouth, his eyes holding something unfamiliar, a weight that didn’t belong to Yuji.
Your chest tightened.
But then, suddenly—he laughed. A small, easy sound, boyish as ever. “What? Why are you staring at me like that? You’re acting weird, Y/N.”
The sharpness was gone. His grin stretched bright, careless, as he stepped closer, tapping the mirror lightly with one finger. “Hurry up, or you’ll be late.”
You blinked hard, your heart stuttering in confusion. The shift had been so quick, so seamless, you almost doubted it happened at all.
The night air outside had been calm, almost sweet. Your friend had met you halfway down the street, and the two of you lingered on a bench, passing your phone back and forth with scribbled notes on the screen. It’s been too long. I missed this. They smiled warmly, replying in kind, their words like quiet comfort: You look healthier than last time. I’m glad.
For a while, it was easy. Silent laughter shared over simple notes, small gestures that didn’t need sound. And on the walk back, your thoughts drifted toward Yuji.
He had been unusually tense lately—more so than usual—and you found yourself peeking into shop windows, scanning shelves until you spotted something he’d love: a silly keychain of his favorite character from that gacha game he never admitted he still played. You bought it, tucking it carefully into your bag, already imagining his boyish grin when he saw it.
But when you reached your doorway, everything stilled.
The apartment was dark. Too dark. Not the cozy kind of quiet you were used to, but a suffocating silence. And through the crack in the door, you saw it—shards of glass glittering across the floor like spilled stars. The coffee table overturned. Curtains torn. Even the light fixtures dangled uselessly, wires exposed.
Your breath hitched.
Yuji.
Your mind scrambled. Had something happened to him? Was he hurt? No, no, it couldn’t be—he was too strong, too stubborn to—
Heart hammering, you pushed the door open, each step a cautious echo against the broken floor. “Yuji?” The sound never left your lips, but it pulsed inside you like a prayer. You climbed the stairs, pulse thrumming in your ears, desperate for any sign of him.
And then—
“Done fucking around?”
The voice cracked through the silence like a blade. You spun, your body stiff, eyes wide, searching the shadows.
He was there. Standing at the end of the hall, swallowed by the lack of light. His outline was familiar, unmistakable—but his face, blurred in darkness, was twisted by something that wasn’t him.
“No matter how much I fuck you,” he drawled, each word dripping venom, “guess it’s not enough for a slut like you, huh?”
Your throat locked. That voice—that cruelty—it didn’t belong to Yuji. He had never, ever spoken to you that way.
But he stepped closer, his shadow stretching long against the walls. “This damn brat,” he spat, dragging his nails across his own arm, tearing through skin until angry red welts surfaced, “keeps fighting me, keeps clawing to stay in control. Fucking pathetic. He’s terrified.” His grin split wide, jagged. “Scared that you’ll see him for what he really is. Jealous as hell.”
You froze, the words stabbing through you. Terrified, your eyes darted to the wounds he carved into himself—raw, deliberate. He had been hiding them. All this time, he had been hiding the proof of his battles beneath his sleeves.
And suddenly, the stares, the sudden mood swings, the slips in his voice, the sharpness behind his smiles—they all stitched together into a picture so horrific you almost collapsed.
That wasn’t Yuji.
Your lips formed the word, trembling, even if no sound left you. S-Sukuna…
But before your thoughts could steady, instinct screamed at you to run. You spun on your heel—
Only for your head to snap back violently as fingers tangled in your hair, yanking you off balance.
A silent scream tore through your lungs, useless and raw, as he dragged you deeper into the ruined apartment, your scalp burning with every pull.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His grin glimmered in the dim, sharp and sadistic, his breath hot against your ear. He leaned in, voice cruelly amused, “You really thought you’d escape me? Pathetic.”
He shoved you harshly onto the bed, the frame creaking ominously under the sudden impact. He loomed over you, eyes glinting with malice in the scant moonlight filtering through the shattered window. Without a word, he grabbed the collar of your shirt and tore it violently down the center, exposing your heaving chest. His gaze raked over your newly bared skin, a sneer twisting his lips.
"Look at you, quivering like a bitch in heat. You're loving this, aren't you? Getting fucked by the monster you claim to love so much." His voice dripped with derision as his hands roamed roughly over your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
He shoved you hard against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs. His hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make breathing a struggle. You could feel the heat of his skin, the power coiled in his muscles, as he pressed the length of his body against yours, pinning you in place.
"Listen up, you little bitch," he snarled, his voice a brutal rasp in your ear. "You're not going anywhere. You belong to me now, understand?" His other hand fumbled with the waistband of your pants, popping the button and yanking down the zipper in one violent motion. Cool air hit your skin as he tugged your pants and underwear down to your knees.You tried to clench your thighs together, to protect yourself, but his knee forced its way between your legs, spreading you open. A choked whimper escaped your lips as he pushed two fingers into your dry, tight passage without warning.
He pumped his fingers roughly, not giving your body time to adjust.
His thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub hard and fast, sending jolts of painful pleasure through you. You tried to turn your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were wild, feral, consumed by a hunger that terrified you.
"You're not allowed to leave, you hear me?" He said, his voice a menacing hiss. "You're mine now, all mine. I'll fucking destroy anyone who tries to take you away from meI won't let anyone save you. You're MINE now, understand? I'll make sure you can't leave, can't escape me ever again!" His voice rose in a frenzy as he shoved his pants down, freeing his massive, rock-hard cock.
It throbbed angrily, the swollen head an angry purple, leaking pre-cum. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to bruise as he lifted you up and forced your legs around his waist. Your dripping, unprepared slit hovered inches from the tip of his throbbing dick, the heat radiating against your tender folds. His eyes blazed with manic intensity as he stared at you, a cruel smirk twisting his handsome face into something vicious and terrifying.
"I'll make sure you can't fucking walk, can't even think of anything but my cock splitting you open and filling you up. You're MINE now, bitch. Forever. Now shut the fuck up and take it!" With those harsh words, he slammed his hips forward, burying every brutal inch of his massive, pulsing cock into your defenseless, virgin pussy in one cruel thrust.
A scream ripped from your throat, echoing through the ruined apartment as you felt your tender walls stretch and tear around his invading thickness, your body struggling to accommodate the ruthless intrusion. He didn't pause, didn't give you any time to adjust. He started pounding into you mercilessly, each thrust shaking your entire body and slamming you against the wall.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with your sobs and his harsh grunts of pleasure. His cock was so deep, so huge, slamming against your cervix with every brutal stroke and something that you knew—Itadori would never do...
—
The house was too quiet. No hum of the refrigerator, no creak of the boards, no trace of the storm that had torn through only hours before. Just silence, heavy and unbearable, draped over the wreckage like a shroud.
Yuji stirred first. His lashes fluttered open to the gray wash of morning light seeping through the broken blinds. His body ached, raw and heavy, but the ache was nothing compared to the hollow pit in his chest.
He shifted, and that’s when he saw you.
Beside him. Skin bare, bruised in places he couldn’t bring himself to look at. The sheets tangled limply around your body, your face turned toward him. You were asleep, but exhaustion weighed you down so deeply that it didn’t look peaceful—it looked defeated. Your cheeks were still streaked with dried tears.
Yuji’s heart dropped into his stomach.
No. No, no, no.
His hands shot up to his hair, fisting tight until his scalp screamed. His knees drew to his chest as he turned away from you, rocking slightly in place. The curses slipped out broken, half-muttered, half-choked.
“Fuck… fuck, no—what the hell did I—?!” His voice cracked as he pulled harder at his hair. “It wasn’t me—it was—no, no, I let it—I let him—” His words collapsed into guttural sounds, a whirl of self-loathing that wouldn’t stop spilling out. “I should just… I should fucking end it—I can’t—”
The sound of him tore at you before your eyes even opened. You blinked slowly awake, your body stiff, fragile, like the marrow itself had been drained from you. The first thing you saw was his hunched frame, trembling, clawing at himself like he wanted to rip his skin open and crawl out.
Your throat clenched. Despite everything—despite what you remembered—you found your hand rising, slow and hesitant, until your fingers brushed the curve of his back.
He flinched instantly, twisting toward you with wide, wet eyes.
“Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like a plea, over and over. His tears ran fast down his face, his mouth trembling as he stuttered out apologies that tripped over themselves. “I didn’t mean it—I swear—I didn’t want to—I hate myself, I hate this—I should just—please, I didn’t—” His voice broke again, dissolving into sobs that racked his chest.
He collapsed into you then, desperate, clutching at your waist as though you were the only thing keeping him from dissolving. His forehead pressed against you, his cries muffled into your skin, hot and damp and frantic.
“Don’t forgive me,” he begged between gasps. “Don’t. Don’t… I don’t deserve—”
But you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Even with the memory of last night clawing at the edges of your mind, raw and unbearable, your arms moved on their own, circling around him. You held him, gentle, quiet, like the world hadn’t just broken apart.
His sobs shook through you, each one carving another hollow into your chest. You let him stay there, clinging to you as though he would drown without you.
And inside, you whispered the lie you were trying to make yourself believe: It’s not his fault. It was never his fault.
You told yourself that. Over and over. You had to.
But This… was your biggest mistake.
No matter how normal he looked, you couldn’t forget.
The way his hands had pressed you down. The way his voice—his, but not—had twisted cruel. Even when he woke now with his boyish grin, even when he offered to share the last bite of his snack or muttered about silly commercials on TV, you felt your body flinch at the smallest gesture. A brush of his arm against yours, a hand reaching too fast. Every nerve braced for him to snap again. For Sukuna to bleed through.
You forgot how to laugh at his dumb jokes. Forgot how to roll your eyes at his dramatics. The silence between you grew heavy, thick.
And Yuji noticed. Of course he noticed.
But instead of teasing, instead of begging for your attention like he always had, he only asked the same thing, again and again, his voice quiet and unshakable:
“Y/N… do you love me?”
You’d look away every time, your throat closing around the words you couldn’t give him. Your phone sat untouched. Your notes app stayed closed. He didn’t let you anymore. No more scribbled messages. No more signing. No more careful reassurances.
It was like he was folding the walls tighter around you.
And the most terrifying part was that even with all of it—your heart still ached for him. Stupidly, traitorously, you loved him. Loved him even as your mind screamed that you were suffocating, that you had to escape, that you weren’t safe.
One evening, the two of you sat in the living room, a movie flickering faintly on the TV. You had put the smallest sliver of distance between you on the couch—just enough that his warmth couldn’t reach you. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, silent for a long while.
Then his voice cut through.
“You hate me.”
You froze, the remote limp in your hand.
“You don’t trust me anymore.” His tone trembled, weak but sharp, a knife against itself. He turned, his eyes dark and wet. “I don’t… I don’t blame you. You’ve already suffered enough because of me.”
He dragged a hand down his face, almost clawing at his skin. Then suddenly, his body lurched toward you, desperate, frantic. “But you know, right? It’s not me—it’s not me! It’s him! It’s Sukuna!”
The snap in his voice made you jolt, your back pressing into the arm of the couch. His body loomed over you, pleading but suffocating, his breath hot, his eyes wild. You shifted, hands pressing lightly to his chest, trying to push him back just an inch.
And he stopped.
Just like that, he froze. His breath hitched, his whole frame shaking. Slowly, he leaned back, fear flashing across his own features as if he were the one cornered. His mouth fell open, trembling, spilling out apologies in broken whispers.
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—please don’t—” His words crumbled into tears, his shoulders curling inward, his sniffles weak and uneven.
You didn’t know what to do anymore. You didn’t know what was Yuji, what was Sukuna, what was slipping through the cracks. But something in his eyes looked too raw, too human, and you found yourself reaching out, your fingers brushing his sleeve. Just a tuck, soft. Enough to calm a child. Enough to say, I’m here.
His whole body shuddered at the touch. He turned his face away, sniffling into his sleeve. “Y/N… it’s not me. It’s not me. Trust me. I love you so much—I’d never hurt you—I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s all his doing. Please. Don’t leave me. Don’t…”
The rest of the afternoon passed like that, his words unraveling, your silence stitching over them, until finally exhaustion took him. His head drooped against the back of the couch, lips parted, his face slack in sleep.
You stared at him for a long moment, your chest tight, before finally rising on unsteady legs. Moving to the corner of the room, you pulled out your phone, the screen’s glow too bright in the dim apartment.
Your fingers hovered, then typed slowly:
Shoko… remember what you asked me? If Yuji was acting weird? I didn’t understand then. But now… maybe I do.
You were about to hit send but—
The message hadn’t even cleared before a voice sliced through the silence.
cw: spanking, daddy kink, x fem!reader, 1000ish wordcount
You don’t apologize first. You let the tension linger— Hell, maybe even go to bed angry. It’s a bad habit. Your husband is just as stubborn as you, but fortunately he cracks and grovels to his dear wife, that’s just the kind of man he is.
But tonight is the night you do something different.
He fidgets mindlessly with the fabric of the pillow. It’s not a bored look per se, more lost in thought— His eyebrows drawn tight and his perfect lips set in a pout that only occurs when you’re angry with him.
This is stage one. It’s the tension settling after a long bicker, only lasting an evening or so. You can’t let him apologize this time, it’s your fault and he’s paying the mental price.
Your idea of acting fast is rummaging through your second underwear drawer, cursing at the lack of organization in seas of lace and pretty pastels until you finally fish out the silky pale slip you’d been looking, marvelling at the set.
The panties, white and sleek, adorned with a little black bows at the side and otherwise simple but cute, the bulk of the outfit lying in the slip itself.
It was a shame you’d be using it now when it was meant for the lake trip you and Sanemi went to for the weekend, instead you had ended up keeping the secret a bit too well, the pyjama neatly tucked into the small bag at home you had packed it into trying to keep it a surprise for the whole weekend.
Well, now would be the time to use it, wouldn’t it?
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“Sanemi.” Too meek for the man zoned out and staring at the wall, the way he angrily picks at his fingernails telling the real tale. “Sanemi.” You say a little bolder.
Startled, he jolts from the stone state he was in, his eyes soon flitting to you, his mouth slightly agape. A sight for sore eyes were you, and Sanemi can’t possibly put his finger on how exactly he earned this today.
“Damn, sweetheart.” His voice comes scratchy from being unused all day. He’s used to the routine of passive aggression before he even mutters a sorry. Not this.
You lean against the doorway, tracing your finger down the wood while barely meeting his eyes, not with the usual coolness. “Are you upset still?”
He’d be one stupid man to be. Eyeballing you isn’t enough though as his pants begin to tighten, gently patting his lap with a gentle beckon. “Cmere.”
You lower yourself down to the seat of his pants, a soft hint of a groan slipping his lips, Sanemi’s heavy callousness coming to rest on your hip, pulling your back to him.
“Wanna tell me what this is about?” He croons in your ear.
“I just.. I wanted to say I’m sorry.” You tilt your head back, your husband’s mouth slating over warm lips without another word. “I was being— stubborn.” You mutter between kisses, feeling his hands slowly creep their way up under the silky softness, a promise of heaven beneath it. He knows your body better than you know yourself, twisting in pulling in favours of your squirms and gasps.
You wait for him to say anything, his lips not enough to assuage your heart.
“Thank you, baby.” He rasps. “But I’m gonna need a lot more than that.” Your eyes widen at the slight quirk of his lips, tugging into a sly smirk you’ve grown too familiar to.
In a blink of an eye he flips you over, pulling a yelp out of you. “Oomph!”
Now your face is met with the soft duvet, hips propped up in his lap and his legs smooth up the delicate length of your legs. “Count. If I’m gettin’ an apology I’m savouring it.”
It clicks only as his hand yanks down the fabric covering your ass, two thick fingers wedging themselves between your soaked inner thighs. “You were excited to show me this, weren’t you? What a naughty wife..” Sanemi chuckles as you press them firmer together.
For a moment he takes in the perfect sight of you, wondering if he’ll ever get this chance again, not having to swallow his pride for once. Not that he minds when he has to.
A sharp gasp is torn from your throat as the first smack comes hurtling down on your sensitive flesh, flashing through how the sensation would be after the fifth or fourth. “Ah—! One!” You shiver, his hand quickly soothing the area, unsure of whether for you or himself. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry to who?” He tsks, you know better than that.
“You. Nemi.” Another smack, a little less harsher than the last.
“Try again.”
“Daddy! I’m sorry daddy.” You finally choke out in one breathless moan.
Sanemi lets out a pleased hum, although he enjoys toying with you he’s unsure of how long he himself can hold out as his cock strains against his jeans.
But Sanemi’s nothing if not for his self control. His hand is rough as he gropes your plush ass, thumb wandering down to the cute little hole between them, slowly circling around it dryly. “Sanemi!” You whine, reaching to push his hand away. “Stop that or an apology like this won’t happen again!” You threaten bravely with courage you don’t have.
He adheres your warning with a gravelly grunt, having no other choice. He’ll have to warm you up to it some other time. You crane your neck to look back at him, and he’s already staring through slivery locks and jagged scars ripping across his skin. Almost as if to distract you from the next spank.
You can never expect it no matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him. “T-two!” You cry.
It’s actually three, you think, as the next comes. “Three!”
“Good girl..” he praises, soothing the flesh with gentle rubs. “Aren’t you thick skinned, huh? You can take one more, can’t you? One more lesson.” He coaxes you, spanking you once more.
“Four…” you choke, flushing furiously.
“Atta girl.” Sanemi would be lying if he said that he could’ve dragged it out longer, sure that he’s about to combust if he doesn’t do anything in the next five minutes.
Hurling you up into his arms once again as he peels off the panty sitting at your knees, his hands moving faster to spread you open as his name falls freely off your tongue, ready to delve his into you.
“Fuck, baby. So sweet.” Sanemi groans, leisurely brushing the tip of his noses at the apex of your thighs, unzipping his belt.
You’ll have to use this method more often.
AN: this is an old repost, sorey if its kinda bad. Also the formatting might be weird cause im posting this from my ipad instead of laptop which is surprisingly hard to do??
꒰ ♯ Helping inexperienced Bestfriend!Yuta out only for you to become his favorite bad habit !
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: MDNI, F!afab!reader, dacryphilia, smut isn't that explicit but still, p in v, unprotected sex, cumming inside, Yuta cheating on Maki cause he's an indecisive prick, slight angst?, Yuta is a virgin in the beginning, everyone in this fic is above the age of 20 + not proofread.
this was an idea I got long ago from an anon, I can't find the post but credits to them.
Bestfriend!Yuta who's inexperienced when it comes to confessions, relationships, etc, seeks you out for advice since he wanted to profess his love for Maki.
At first it started off normally, you just giving him advice on how to impress the ladies, but then came the intimate aspects which Yuta was horrible at.
Forget about being a virgin, this guy didn't even have his first kiss.
It was a shocking revelation, because you'd admit it without hesitation that Yuta was extremely hot, you wondered how he didn't have much experience.
But you wanted to ignore those aspects and focus on the emotional side of the relationship— until one day, Yuta asked you to teach him, cause he didn't want to 'mess up' and lose a potential relationship with his crush over a bad kiss.
You were hesitant at first, telling him that if this went that way— then you'd be his first, not Maki. Yuta said he didn't mind, after all you guys were close.
And so, you both kissed, it was a messy experience, Yuta was awkward and his lips were trembling as he tried to return the kiss, teeth clashed against yours every two seconds made it feel even more amateur than it should. You could tell he tried. So you pulled back, before explaining it to him, and going for a kiss again. He nodded before he kissed you again— the second time was a drastic different from the first time.
Yuta was a quick learner.
It didn't take long before things escalated, the kissing sessions turned into making out, and the making out turned into dry humping before it went all the way to him being buried deep inside you. Although it spanned across barely a week, it still felt like you were moving too fast because Yuta was eager to learn and practice it with you everyday, he was extremely motivated.
And so, you both sort of formed an unsaid friends with benefits type of situation for a couple of days until he finally learnt everything properly. How to kiss, how to use his tongue, fingers, different sex positions and most important of all, how to make a woman cum.
You realised you had nothing left to teach him the day he ripped out multiple orgasms out of you without any guidance, you were left a complete mess in the sheets as you stared at the man who could barely even kiss you properly a few days ago— now he has you breathing heavily, eyes watery as the bliss of the orgasm settles down over you, your walls aching due to the amount of times he made you cum in this one session alone.
He genuinely was gifted, because how the fuck does anyone even learn anything this quick? even experienced guys have a hard time. But this meant that you've taught him everything you can, and now he's ready.
This meant that it was also time to let him go since this was just supposed to be learning experience, you felt reluctant though, because he was somehow the best you've had in your entire life, but nonetheless you acknowledged a harsh truth before telling him you both should stop since you've taught him everything you know.
Only problem? Yeah this man is fucking obsessed with you now.
He didn't want this to stop, your cunt was so addicting to him, everything about you was so addictive, from your sweet eyes to your lips and your little gasps and moans when he's fucking into you. He didn't want to let go.
So he'd do anything in his power to continue this relationship you both have formed.
“I forgot how to do that, can I practice on you again?”
“Am I thrusting in properly?”
“Does it feel good? I sort of suck at this.”
All those would be the things he'd be saying while absolutely destroying you, he still wears the mask of an inexperienced amateur cause he didn't want it to end.
What's worse is that, things are quickly escalating between him and Maki too, he was on a date with Maki and drove to her house to drop her off, they both made out for a few minutes in the car before she left with a warm smile on her face, but he immediately drove to your house right after, the kiss had him thinking about you and how different it felt, it's not that he didn't like it— but it missed the intoxicating feeling that has his head spinning after.
He was on you the minute you opened the door, catching you off guard as he pushed you inside and shutting the door behind him, he hoisted you up against the wall as he kissed you hungrily.
You could smell Maki's perfume on him.
It should be a sign to stop, push him off, but you don't do anything, frozen in dilemma as he carries you to your bed and cages you within his arms before burying himself inside you.
He would do this after every date with Maki, thrusting into you brutally and spilling as his emotions inside you, he'd go multiple rounds until he's tired, it made it feel like he's continuing to only sleep with you because Maki isn't letting him get with her yet, basically using you.
Which was so far from the truth.
In fact things did go in that direction for him when he was over at Maki's place, having a stay at home movie date. Yet when Maki went to pull her top off, he stopped her, saying he wasn't ready yet.
He drove to your house immediately after, mouth exploring your body before he basked himself in your bliss.
He felt like he was cheating.
Not on Maki, but on you.
Everytime Maki initiated intimacy, he would withdraw, he couldn't get pass a make out session with her.
And when you started seeing other guys? He felt his vision go blind with red, jealousy and rage filled his heart at the thought of some other guy thinking about having a chance with you.
He fucked you really rough that night, literally begging you not see other guys.
And then, Yuta and Maki made their relationship official.
Which means Yuta would stop seeing you now, and go back to the way you guys were before all this.
But that isn't what happens, he's still continuing to come over to your house, talking about some relationship problems, about how he wants to break up with her.
You're truly conflicted, especially whenever you hang out as a group together with two other friends. Yuta takes care of Maki really well, holding her hand, never letting go. It sort makes a pit form in your stomach when you look at them together.
“Yuta, I don't think we should be doing this anymore. You're in a relationship for fuck's sake.” You whisper, trying to push him away as he leans in for a kiss. He pauses.
“Soon enough I won't be.” He replies softly, his breath feeling warm against your lips before he captures them with an intense motive, tears fall from your eyes as you kiss him back, and he notices, he pulls away before dragging his tongue across your cheek, collecting your salty tears on his tongue before he presses a kiss to your eye.
“I'll break up with her today.” He assures you, before dipping his head down and sucking on your neck, leaving marks all over it.
You can only hold him close as he does so, hoping that this time— he actually goes through with the break up, you're sick of feeling like this.
ALSO ALSO sorry if i made any spelling or grammatical errors !! im a bit tired but i was just so excited ANYWAY have an amazing weekend moth !! (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡
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no problem and i hope you are having a great weekend 🍩 anon !!! and please never be afraid to be more perverted, i am super excited to start looking into how i can freakify your request mwahaha :3
I was reading the yuji alphabet and was getting to the part of modulo yuji wouldn't stop looking for reader if they escaped and I got to thinking about modulo yuji x reader where reader somehow managed to escape and just fall off the face of the earth for years but you got a little unintentionally sloppy since you moved on as best you can with kids and a husband which left a trail for him to pick up on. One day you wake up and he's laying next to you and acts as if everything is normal before nonconing you. What would make it more delicious if it gave you a flash back to the first time together b and it doesn't help that afterwards he tells you he'll replicate your life, just with him as he's not keen on raising another man's children. And if you don't want anything to happen to them it's best you listen and come with him
yan!modulo yuuji x fem reader
anon your mind is so large and juicy thank you so much for this req!!! and as always, thank you for your patience<3 i wasn’t able to write too much of the flashback, but i would be down to explore that in another request!!
-content warning: noncon, past and future kidnapping/captivity, pregnancy/breeding stuff, mom!reader, death threats :D, yuuji calls your tits fat idk, talking about the cervix in an unrealistic way :p
word count: 1.7k
You tossed.
A heavy hand covered your mouth.
And you turned.
Lips on your ear. “If you scream, I will—”
You woke in a cold sweat, sitting straight up in bed as you sucked in a breath. It was dark. For a moment you were still there, still in his clutches, but then you heard a snore. You whipped your head around only to see your husband sleeping soundly.
3:11am the clock read.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips alongside a little chuckle, bringing a hand over your chest to soothe your pounding heart. It was only a memory, a nightmare. You were safe now, in your home with your husband next to you and your kids sleeping in the next room over.
Still, you crept out of bed to check on them. Sound asleep.
You found yourself in the kitchen after that, chugging a glass of water. Heat still spread under your skin like you were in fight or flight, heart barely coming down from its race. One last cup of water and you were back in bed, doing your breathing exercises to get you back into sleep mode.
You’ve been having dreams like that all week… dreams about him. It wasn’t anything new—if you did dream, it was usually about your past—your life before your family.
About Yuuji.
But that was years ago, and you got out. It was behind you. You were far from his reach and so were the people you loved most.
“—kill everyone you care about.”
When your eyes snapped open again, the sun was seeping in from the blinds. You felt arms wrapped around you—your husband’s—and snuggled into his warmth. You could have stayed like that forever, but your gaze lazily found its way to the clock.
10:11am.
At first, you thought nothing of it, still in the daze of sleep… until you remembered that it was a weekday; your husband should have already taken the kids to school by now and been off to work. You turned to question him, only to find yourself stuck in a nightmare.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Yuuji yawned, looking awfully comfortable in your bed. “You slept in.”
You shook your head in disbelief, trying to inch away as your mind raced.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He brought you in close, resting his chin on the top of your head. “But this isn’t a dream. I finally found you.”
“H- how…?” You spluttered. Your ear was right up against his chest, against the steady beat of his heart.
“It wasn’t anything you could have prevented.” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your hip. “You got sloppy once you married that husband of yours. And I guess having kids tied you down to one spot. What were their names again?”
“Don’t.” You dug your fingers into his chest, feeling his bare flesh under your touch. “Don’t bring them into this.”
“We don’t have to. It’s your call.” Yuuji took your hand and kissed it, uncharacteristically sweet, hollow eyes boring into yours. “Just come back with me and nobody has to get hurt.”
“But—”
Yuuji sat up, revealing his bare form to you, save for his boxers. He crawled on top of you, hands anchoring himself at either side of your head, knees encaging your hips. Even so far away from where it all took place, your body suddenly felt like it was there again, cowering before him like it was the first time.
“I know you’ll make the right decision.” He told you before he kissed you, a hand quickly leaving its spot to cup your jaw in what could be an endearing caress; in reality, it was to keep you still.
“Yuuji!” You protested against his mouth, batting your hands at him. With the same hand that stroked you delicately, he bound your wrists above your head. His body gradually lowered onto yours, unable to stay away from you any longer.
His free hand scurried under your shirt, groping a breast as if he had never touched one before. You grimaced once he flipped your shirt up, letting his mouth join the fray on your chest. Pained whimpers eeked out from your lips as he tugged, nibbled, and sucked. He let go of your hands, choosing to feel up your body instead; touch lingering lower and lower while he drooled on your tits. You pushed helplessly against his broad shoulders.
“Fuck, I didn’t think these could get any fatter.” He wobbled the plush of your breast before sinking his teeth into it. “I can only imagine what you looked like pregnant.”
You hated that you could feel his cock twitch against your thigh at his own words.
“I wonder what else has changed since you’ve been gone…” his fingers teased the waistband of your flimsy pajama shorts.
Yuuji peeled off your last defense as he made himself at home between your legs, prying them apart so he could stick his face between them. You shook beneath his stare, even more under his tongue.
It was embarrassing how wet you became from his touch. Your body was still wired to his desire. Perhaps it had never stopped. His tongue stirred heat deep inside of you, which his fingers quickly snuck in to meet.
“Still tight…” he groaned against your pussy, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “And she still gets so wet for me.”
“Yuu- ji, stop it,” you whined, thighs trembling around his head. “It’s too much.”
“What’re you talking about? This is just a warm up.” He placed a sloppy kiss to your cunt, sliding his tongue through your slit. “Doesn’t your husband go down on you like this?”
The image of your husband plagued your mind, mixing in with the searing pleasure. If he were to walk in at that moment, he may think you were enjoying Yuuji’s assault on your cunt.
“Does he know about me?” Yuuji muttered against your cunt, trailing the question with little kisses against your clit.
You’re weren’t sure how to respond. Was there an answer that would make him stop and leave you alone?
“Yes.” You broke into tears. “Of- of course he knows about you.”
“Oh baby…” Yuuji crawled back up. Your scent was heavily laced on his breath, also on his sticky fingers that wiped away your tears. “You don’t need to cry over him. You know I can give you whatever you want… I could knock you up, too.”
He pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his bobbing cock as if it would make you feel better. You only cried harder, trying to pull yourself out from under him, but Yuuji easily pinned you down by the hips.
Nothing could stop the inevitable push of his cock from breaching you. Yuuji slid into you fully, your insides accommodating him like they remembered. He groaned, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. “Fuuuck. I thought I’d never get to feel you like this again.”
So had you. But there you were with his cock stretching you once again, your cunt aching and pulsing to adjust to him, especially being so used to your husband. A fresh wave of tears overtook you as your head fell to the side, tears dampening the sheets.
Yuuji began to thrust, drawing his hips out only to snap back in like he could not bear to leave your warmth. His eyes never left your face; even while avoiding his gaze, you could feel it branding you.
He panted your name, slowly descending on top of you, the sound of your skin slapping together intensifying. “I love you.”
You met his stare, albeit shaking your head. “No, you don’t. If- if you loved me you would leave m- m- me alone.”
“You know I could never do that.” Yuuji’s voice dropped into something low and ragged—familiar—as he slowed to a stop. He brought his hands to cradle your head, thumbing the tears away from your cheeks. “I know what I did wrong last time. Didn’t give you what you wanted… didn’t give you a family.”
You felt his cock twitch inside of you.
“I won’t make the same mistake this time.”
“No, no!” You screamed, clawing at his arms as he started up again. “It can be just like before– like before. Just you and me. Just… please, anything but that.”
“What happened, sweetheart?” Yuuji lowered his face close to yours, a furrow in his brow. “What’s so wrong about having a family with me?”
“I- I don’t want your baby.” You beat your fists against his chest. “I don’t want to go with you. I ha- hate you, Yuuji.”
His lips tugged downwards for a second, strokes stuttering for a moment before he pulled out. For a split second you thought maybe he changed his mind, but Yuuji was quick to flip you around on your tummy and dragged you back onto his cock, harder than before; a punishing pace. You cried out, screaming in anguish from how brutally his fingers dug into your hips, how his cock threatened to tear through your cervix.
From this position, he was also able to grab the back of your head and muffle your pitiful sobs into the pillow. “I always hated when you screamed and cried like that.”
You could barely breathe, back arched in a way it hadn’t been in a very long time, along with him holding your head down. Your tits were crushed against the mattress, legs shaking uncontrollably as Yuuji—the one you remembered—claimed you as his once again.
“Sorry it had to be like this,” he gruffed at your back, hand splaying possessively over the small of your back. “But you had it coming for leaving me like that, you little—”
He cut himself off with a greedy moan, head dropping as he chased his high inside of you with intent. You cringed at the feeling of his burning hot seed, poisoning you from the inside. Yuuji didn’t stop until he was sure he was done, simply flopping down onto the bed once he had stuffed you full with his load.
You rolled onto your back, trying to suppress your cries as you felt his cum gush out of you. Yuuji grasped your wrist before you could make another move, looking at you from the other side of the bed like he owned it.
“So what’s it gonna be?” He drawled, his own chest heaving for air. “You gonna come play house with me or are you going to make me kill that family of yours again?”
for this request!
pairings - older brother!sukuna x younger sister!reader
warnings - incest. piss/piss drinking. public sex
word count - 2.9k
Every year you remind yourself why you don’t enjoy spending time with your older sibling. He was grumpy on a good day, and on bad days, he’s down right cruel. The only time you seem to get a smile out of him is when you’re rolling your eyes at something crude he’s said.
“You’re such a pussy.” Sukuna scoffed as you merely dipped your foot into the shallow water on the shore, the wave that lapped at your ankle causing you to pull the appendage back in fear. “A grown woman, and you can’t even swim.”
“Yes I can!” You refute. It wasn’t a lie, per se, you were just a nervous swimmer and had a great fear of being swallowed by the ocean. Swimming pools were one thing, but the ocean was its own living breathing monster. “I’m only here because of you, be grateful.”
Your older brother’s birthday was around the corner and though you didn’t have enough money for a grand surprise, you wanted to do something special for him. What a mistake that was quickly becoming.
At first he grimaced at your offer of taking him out, doing whatever he wanted for the whole day, no holding back. But a thought crossed his mind that made him grin menacingly; the memory of you hating the beach made him light up like it was Christmas morning.
The sun was blazing, the waves were steady, you even just so happened to have bought a cute two piece with your friends that week to go tanning in. Everything was aligned to be a perfect day out; except for the stalling fear that you felt as you stood in front of the water, the swells of water reminding you just how unpredictable the ocean could be.
“You don’t even like swimming, why did you want to come here?” You complain.
You don’t even have the chance to turn and look at Sukuna before two bulky arms wrap around your rib cage and haul you into the water. A scream tears from your throat as your body goes weightless and begins to sink into the water.
Instincts kick in a bit too late as you try to move your arms through the water to keep your head up. Adrenaline has you so numb it isn’t until you hear, and feel against your back, a wholehearted laugh from your brother that you realize he was holding you upright.
“You are completely demented!” You turn to face him, seething at the fact that you have to crane your neck so far back just to meet his self-satisfied face. The water reached your chest and it felt like the sand would give way under your feet at any second.
“That’s why.” Sukuna says, hardly able to catch his breath after seeing how upset you look. “I just wanna piss you off today.” He shrugs as if that was a completely sane reason. He picks you up, your body nearly weightless with the water’s buoyancy, as he swims out farther into the ocean. “Come on, it’s not that scary.”
You don’t respond, you just sling your arm around his neck and hold on like it was life or death if you fell from his grasp. Looking around you notice there isn’t anyone around, the small bobbing of a few heads multiple feet away can be seen over Sukuna’s shoulder as you scan the water.
Legs lock around his hips and you don’t notice his growing erection prodding against your elevated bottom. Taking advantage of your occupied state and the waves that moved around your forms, Sukuna rolls his groin against you.
The hands cupped under your thighs moved down towards your ass with a firm grip that pulls you out of your alert state. The next thing that comes out of Sukuna’s mouth sobers you completely.
“I’m hard as fuck right now. Can I put it in you? As a birthday treat?”
You meet his maroon eyes and widen your own as you realize he was completely serious, expecting to be met with a grin on his face. Another one of his heinous jokes, of course. But you are suddenly aware of the large bulge that has been grinding against you for the last few minutes.
“Are you gonna drop me if I say no?” You ask, almost afraid of his answer.
“The fuck? You think I’m some kinda monster?” He asks in a half-angered tone, but the way he’s still moving his stiffening erection against your body tells you it's less than half. You give him a look and he rolls his eyes. “No, I’m not gonna make you do anything. But if you wanna make this birthday a good one, for once, it would be a great start.”
“Stop messing with me." You would shove him away from you but the idea of being left to swim back to shore alone keeps you from raising your palms. He's teasing you, you convince yourself, ashamed of the way your heart beats faster at the idea he wasn't. "Knock it off.”
“I’m not. You think I can get my dick this hard for just anyone?” Sukuna’s fingers are dangerously close to sliding underneath your bikini. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it yourself but you’re so goddamn hardheaded I’ve been blue balled for the past year.”
“Wha-”
“You accidentally liked my post, stupid brat. When mom and dad left you at home while they went to meet that big-headed baby of Jin’s.” Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, just the realization of that day. “Yeah, I came back home to get some weed for Fushiguro and you were already knuckle deep in that pussy. Door open and everything, little pervert.” He teased.
“That’s not what happen-” You try to reason but he cuts you off.
“Really? You were looking at my progress pics from the gym while you were moaning on your bed, I even got the notif that you liked it. Can't blame ya, my lats looked good that day." He is beyond amused at how you try to look away in embarrassment, only to have nowhere to hide. "I should have walked into your room with my dick out. But you’d probably have a heart attack if you saw it.”
He always did this; talking down to you like you were incapable of anything. You are tired of him always having the upper hand, always being the one to taunt and tease. One arm slips down from its hold on his shoulder and firmly grips his length through his swim trunks.
You try to keep a straight expression when you realize your hand cannot wrap around its girth fully. Slow but firm strokes have him caught off guard, a groan catches in his throat as your hand moves in time with his involuntarily jerking hips.
No wonder your older brother was always messing with you, you could get addicted to the high of seeing him knocked down a bit. You pull one of the triangle cups covering your breast down, exposing the soft flesh and the hardened bud in the center of it. His red eyes glaze over as he takes in the sight of your tit hovering just above the surface of the water.
“Look who’s about to have a heart attack now.” You taunt. The high of having him under your thumb is quickly extinguished as Sukuna pulls his cock out fully and shoves your bottoms off to the side.
“I’ll be nicer about this next time.” Is all he says before lining up your entrance with his tip and sinking deep inside of you, leaving you no time to prepare for the intrusion.
"Next time?" You attempt to question his statement, but you're unable to keep the conversation going when the round tip of his cock nestles deep inside of you.
The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you cross your ankles. There is a burn as you're stretched and a pained throb as you struggled to accommodate to his size. But you were not going to let him hold that over you too, too proud to let him win. You plead with your muscles to relax as you adjust to him.
“What’s wrong? Too big for you?” He can’t help but attempt to bait you into anger over his stupid comments.
And it works. But rather than it causing you to retort with an insult or a scoff, you use the leverage of holding onto his broad shoulders to move your body faster against his. A groan leaves his chest as you pull away and sink back down to the hilt with a moan of his name. “I can take it.”
The meeting of your flesh is slippery with the help of the water. The risk of being caught while intimate in public, no matter how distant civilization was from the two of you, only made you wetter with each plop of his hips.
“Don’t drop me.” You warn him as you dare to have one hand reach below the surface of the ocean and circle your clit. There was no way he was going to get all the pleasure from this alone.
You were embarrassingly wound up with only a few rapid thrusts, your clit throbbing for attention as you cry out with each bounce of your body.
Sukuna focused on holding you up out of the water enough to latch onto the breast you teased him with earlier. The way your walls were already milking his cock made him struggle to maintain his composure.
“You close?” He asks, bouncing you faster on his length. You feel as if you’ve become a toy for him to use and you could hardly keep up with his movements.
“I-“ your legs spasm as he hits a new, even deeper angle inside you. “Yes! I’m gonna cum!” You sob, thrashing and crying so loudly you fear it might just alert the whole beach. “Please don’t stop.“
Your walls squeeze him so tightly it would be almost painful if not for how close he was to reaching his peak.
“I’m almost mad at you for holding out on me for so long. I could die in this pussy.” Sukuna growls. He pulls one of your legs upwards to hang off his shoulder, bringing your cunt impossibly closer to where your bodies meet in sloppy thrusts. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Wait! Don’t cum in me.” You whimper as your orgasm takes hold of your better senses.
“Ugh!” Sukuna grunts through clenched teeth. “I can’t. I can’t pull out…”
Each thrust prolongs the buzzing pleasurable throb within your core. Your body releases tremors as he fills you over and over until his cock twitches and swells inside of you. You’re crushed tightly to his chest, smothered by the heat of his body, the sun, and the cocky grin of him getting away with something he was warned about.
“Dickhead!” You say and hit his shoulder, not willing to be compliant to him any longer.
“Fuck…” He pants, still dazed from releasing a year's worth of sexual tension inside of you in less than 10 minutes. “You’re not gonna get pregnant, right?” Finally, he snapped out of that post orgasm brainfog and looks at you seriously.
“No, I'm on birth control.” You admit, still keeping an irritated pout on your face as you feel his cum slide between your legs. Thank god for the seawater washing away the evidence. You angrily adjust your outfit and cringe as you feel half of his load spill out and into your bottoms.
“Then what was the problem?” Sukuna is getting frustrated with you again, his high now completely gone and drained from him.
“You ruined my new bikini.”
Sukuna glares at you before maneuvering you to cling onto his back. He starts swimming back to shore and mentions over his shoulder, “I should leave you out here to drown. Almost gave me an aneurysm over a fucking swimsuit.”
You say nothing to him as you make it back to the safety of the shore, sand clinging to your wet legs as you stomp back to the car you arrived in. Sukuna follows behind you with an amused expression across his features.
“I’m sorry, okay?” He says as he holds the passenger door shut, stopping you from locking yourself in the car. “I’ll make it up to you, brat. We’ll go to that stupid little ice cream place by the pier you like.”
That got your attention, you turn to face him, trapped between the car and his arms caging you in. “The one where they mix brownies into the scoops?”
“Yeah, that one.” He has that look on his face again, the one that makes it as transparent as glass that he has a bad idea running through his mind. “If you do something for me, I’ll even take you to that shop you always look at and get you a new bikini… I kinda fucked this one up.” He says while stroking your cheek, something unusually tender for him to do.
“What do you want me to do?” You ask. You can’t deny that the idea of him paying for one of those overpriced swim sets at the pier boutiques has you giddy.
“You wanna be a good sister for me, right?”
“Of course.” You nod.
He did have one too many beers while sitting on the shore but once he saw you strip your oversized shirt off and reveal the little number you had on for the beach, he cock was too hard to release his bladder. And now it was catching up to him.
“Think of it as the only birthday gift I’m gonna ask of you.” Sukuna smiles down at you while guiding you to kneel down in the sand, perfectly blocked from the view of anyone else by his body and the row of other cars on the far end of the beach. “Just open up for me.”
“You want me to blow you or something?” You ask while sinking your knees into the forgiving sand. You really didn’t want to, but Sukuna did promise to treat you later, and this trip was supposed to be about celebrating his birthday.
“Something like that.” Sukuna pulls his cock out and wills himself to not get hard again at the sight of you below him. “Stick out that tongue for me.”
You oblige, struggling to remain still as he taps the head against your taste buds a few times. When you attempt to hold his shaft he simply grabs your wrist mid-air and pushes it away. A blush darkens the high points of his cheekbones, flushed with concentration and lust.
A warm fluid hits your tongue, coating the inside of your mouth rapidly with a salty substance. At first you foolishly believe he ejaculated but the liquid continues to fill the open space of your mouth until it dribbles down your chin.
With a hurried pull backwards, your body harshly meets the resistance of the vehicle behind you. Sukuna, with a pained grunt, manages to stop the flow of piss from the tip of his cock. You grimace at him as you spit out all that remained on your tongue.
“That’s your punishment for keeping secrets from your brother. I could have been pounding that pussy this whole time if you weren't a brat trying to avoid me. Now open your mouth and let me finish.”
You are stunned to the spot, disgust marring your features as you are unable to remove the taste from your palette. A warm and heavy hand held your shoulder, not enough strength to hold you in place, but enough to remind you that you were at his mercy.
“You are never getting another birthday gift from me ever again!” You raise your voice as inconspicuously as you could in public. “And forget about anything for Christmas.”
You unhinge your jaw once more, wanting this over and done with. All too enthusiastically, Sukuna resumes filling your mouth with his brackish fluid and you struggle to hold it in the hollow of your mouth without dry heaving.
The pinching of your eyebrows, the quivering of your tongue as each drop hits the muscle, the light bob of your pharynx as some is instinctively swallowed down your throat. Every action is being burned into Sukuna’s memory, and it is a struggle to finish emptying himself before he gets hard again.
When the stream that felt as if it would never end finally comes to a halt, Sukuna quickly slaps his large palm over your mouth and moans as he watches your throat swallow his piss down. Your face switches between shock, disgust, and complete destitution as you gasp for air when he removes his hand.
“You’re the absolute worst sibling in the world.” You pant. Looking down, you see the glistening streams of urine that dripped down your body and pooled in the sand beneath you. “You’re disgusting.”
“Don’t be such a baby about it.” Sukuna says while condescending patting your cheek. “There are showers right over there.” He points to the row of elevated faucets that are used to rinse sand and salt off of your body, not piss.
You walk over there anyway, repulsed and wishing your brother had never been born, a curse to the world. He watches hawkeyed as you desperately try to cleanse the soiled skin of your chest and stomach. He’s already sporting a hard-on in his swim shorts and his hand is lecherously palming over the bulge, making a show of how much your misery entertains him.
As you slam shut the door to his car, you can only hope that the lingering taste of him will soon be replaced by the double, make that triple, scoop of ice cream he’s going to buy you.
hihi moth, what do you think of ever writing for a lobotomized reader? i had something in mind but i really make sure first that you're comfortable writing something a bit too much... (づ_ど)
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hello 🍩 anon!! i am honestly down to do it :3 in the past i have been iffy with that sort of thing because i don't want to inaccurately portray it but also i can a) do research and b) put disclaimers that it's a fictional story and i can do whatever i want for the plot mwahaha
I am feeding myself too much smut. How about some angst?
Maybe, post battle sanemi who is closer to death softing for darling. Now he realizes how cruel he was to her when he sees her empty eyes. The last straw was darling refusing to leave even when she got the chance to. Maybe sanemi realized darling is nothing but an empty shell. He took away everything from her and now he is leaving too.
this is a great ask and concept to explore. i hope you enjoy my mini take on it, anon<3
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-content warning: kidnapping/captivity, stockholm syndrome, references to past abuse
“If you want to leave, you can leave.” Sanemi mumbled, looking out over his cement paradise from the engawa. “I am not long for this world.”
“What?” You asked from your seat behind him. “What did you say?”
“I said leave.” Frustration tinged his voice. He couldn’t help it. “So many times you tried to escape so just… go. There’s nothing left here.”
Sanemi waved his hands at you, successfully coaxing you out of your chair. But instead of heading toward freedom, you stood in front of him.
“Go, woman.” His eyes burned, voice betraying him. “I cannot stop you anymore.”
“But… what about you?” Your hands shook, drawn at your sides.
Sanemi fought hard against the tears. If it had only been a few years prior, you would have ran… and he would have chased. He would have dragged you back by the hair and done something awful to you. But now that he could barely move, now that he was weak and near death, you were asking about him?
“What have I done…?” His whisper devolved into a sob. He covered his face as tears streamed down. You didn’t even know what to do; you’d never seen him like this before. Eventually, you settled for kneeling at his feet and waiting for his next command.
His own cries soothed after a few minutes. Sanemi wiped his tears with his sleeve before he looked at you, who quickly avoided his gaze. It made him want to break all over again, but he couldn’t. He needed to be strong; not to prove anything to anyone, but to be strong for you.
“Would you warm up some tea for me?” He sniffled.
You blinked at him. Perhaps this was the first time he’d actually asked you for something. But you said nothing, a small smile appearing on your face before you jumped to your feet.
“Of course.”
Sanemi watched you run back into the house, heard the clinking of cups and boiling of water. He wondered what he could have possibly done to deserve an angel like you and how long he would rot in hell for it.
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