I'm gonna try my hardest to remember to put all of my works here, but if you guys don't see a work, just let me know in the comments, and I'll fix it. And my requests are open. Let me know what yall wanna see. I also appreciate *CONSTRUCTIVE* criticism q(≧▽≦q)
to be continued
Started: 1/12/2025
last updated: 5/19/2026
total works: 28
Coming Soon:
Jealous!Nanami Kento x Reader : TBD
Works:
Collabs:
freaktober Day 6: Michael Myers!Leon Kennedy x Reader
Oc's:
Vampire Yandere x Plus Sized Reader
Drabbles and Whatnot
O4/15/2026
02/14/2026
Fandom Works:
One Piece:
New Beginnings: Sanji Vinsmoke x Siren Reader
Love and Deepspace:
JJK:
Gojo & Choso x Reader
Choso x Succubus Reader
Feeling lucky: Toji x Reader
cheater!Nanami Kento x Wife!Reader
nanami x reader angst
yuuji x shy reader
Kamisama Kiss
Cursed Bride of The Fox Masterlist: Tomoe x Reader
Resident Evil:
Should Have Could Have Would Have: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: angst mentions of cheating, y/n really dislikes Leon and Ada, enemies to lovers, angst, fighting
The rumbling sounds of truck wheels against gravel, and the muffled sounds of people talking nearby is what jolted you awake. "Shit, how long was I out." You say to yourself. you had a pounding headache and you felt disoriented. It was hard to stay on high alert in these conditions. Looking around, you noticed you seemed to be in a hospital room of some sort. Your hands weren't bound fortunately, but it was strange considering you were considered dangerous. You carefully get off of the shitty cot you were laying on when You flinch and grab your side cursing. Suddenly remembering you had injured yourself during the fight with that monster. But you quickly recover when you hear the sounds a group of people approaching.
"sir, we have no file of her in any system it's like she's doesn't even exist, besides the few images we have from some of the older cases." A young man spoke outside. You looked around for anything you could use to escape or defend yourself while you kept listening to their conversation. "there has to be something, well you what you have to build her profile. then we can fill in the gaps once she wakes up." You hear the conversation pause and you start hearing the door jiggling before you could panic, you notice that there was a vent above your bed. You were sure was big enough to squeeze in. You used also had a bobby pin hidden in your hair and used that as a lock pick. You decided to go through the vent as that was the sneaking option.
Once you got all the screws out using that same, now bent up Bobby pin, you hoisted yourself up and wiggled your way inside. You quietly but quickly make your way through the vent system. So far it seemed like you were in a research facility as there were many white coats and agents walking around.
You kept searching for an exit, when finally finding a loading area. Large trucks and semis crowding the area. It would be easy to sneak out this way. You carefully remove the vent and climb down. But of course just your luck an alarm starts blaring. Positive it was for you, you make a run for it hiding behind, in, and under vehicles. you snuck up behind some guy and choked him out so you could grab his keys.
what felt like too long you finally took a breathe when you drove out of that place. but you remained vigilant due to the fact there may be a tracker somewhere in the small SUV. once you found a gas station you looked around for a clue about where the hell you were. apparently it was about an hour away from raccoon city. and you place was 2 hours in the other direction. so close to home and yet so far. you ditched the SUV in the woods and you "got" another car from a nearby dealership and made your way home.
letting out a big sigh when you enter your home. it was small but it was enough. a nice little place tucked away from prying eyes, and plus it was cheap. your bones ached as you trudge your way to your bathroom to clean yourself up. seeing as those "doctors" couldn't even bother to do even patch your wound. The warm water hurt at first but once you got used to it you wanted to stay in the shower forever.
When you forced yourself out the only thing left on your mind was a drink. an alcoholic drink. so hear you were now standing in the kitchen wearing an old t-shirt and shorts while you let the water from your hair drip and liquor pour. Ha you thought it'd get easier from here. when you turned you see a figure lounging on your couch, you could only see the back of there head but you knew who it was.
Leon Kennedy.
you reach under your kitchen counter and grab for your gun, only to be met with an empty space. "looking for this," he drawls out lazily with your gun dangling from his right hand as if were a toy. you opt for a knife instead. not taking any chances you charge for him, knife in the air ready to strike. except he's quickly on his feet. "wait- wait" his voice softens as if that's supposed to calm you down. But you stop at a distance ready for anything. there was a chance he didn't come alone intentionally or not.
"Kennedy, you have 5 seconds before this is in your skull," your voice laced with venom as you gestured towards the knife. He drops the gun onto your carpeted floor to your surprise. "I dont want to fight you, just wanna talk" his hands raised in surrender. You could only scoff, But you remained defensive.
"What is there to talk about? You broke into my house you stole my gun. And now what?" It was hard to tell what the expression on his face meant. he wasn't that much different from when you were dating but you could see how much his face had hardened. which is that surprising considering the things he had seen throughout his career.
"Look I've come to apologize." he he pauses . "Seeing you again I realized that there were things I needed to say but i never got the chance to". you could only scoff "are fucking kidding me, on what planet did you think this was a good idea, how the hell did you even find me?" he sighs heavily "I know this might seem crazy but I mean it when i say I'm a fucking idiot for hurting you, for what happened between me and Ada" His words came out carefully but you could tell he had been thinking about this for awhile.
"so let me guess Ada finally closed her legs and now you think you can get between mine, you're ridiculous Kennedy" you laugh dryly at that "no that's not it- at all" he sits at the end of your coffee table. "After we separated I had tried to come find you" his dirty blond hair covered his eyes as he stared at floor. "when i realized you left i accepted my loses but then when i saw you again at the warehouse i-" he pauses and you just watch with crossed arms knife still in hand.
"Is that why you handed me over to your lab rat buddies at that facility" you glare at him accusingly. his head snaps up at you. "I had nothing to do with that I swear, they had happened to track me there and when they saw you" he pauses again but you finish his sentence "you didn't want to betray your precious handlers like the good dog you are" you tilt your head knowing you were right. However his silence just confirms it.
you shake your head in disbelief "Leon i am tired and i really don't feel like fighting you so i need you to leave... now" he stands up and walks towards you. you step back and raise your knife at him "don't" you say in warning. he puts his hands back "okay... okay I'll go but just think about what I said" he turns and heads out the front door.
once you hear the door slam shut you immediately sink down onto the floor. you reach up to grab the abandoned drink from the counter and gulp it down. it does little to calm your heart palpitations. you hated that he made you feel like this, you hated him....
credits: Thank you @/saradika-graphics for the divider ❤️❤️
say what you will about black butler but like. where the fuck else will you find a story where jack the ripper was not one person but was actually made up of a woman who had an emergency hysterectomy while pregnant and lost her baby and a pre-op trans woman with a longing to have children and a fucking chainsaw and they roleplay to the public as butler and mistress (except the butler is really bad at butlering). and they had toxic yuri and one killed the other and rips her coat off of her corpse afterwards to wear forever. this was in fucking 2007 man
It was like a dark cloud had permanently followed you everywhere. ever since that day you walked in on Nanami with that woman.
After you had picked up your daughter from school, you had thought over and over about how you would explain why mommy and daddy aren't together anymore.
You quickly found a good lawyer and were currently looking at places to stay for when you finally hand nanami the divorce papers. A part of you felt like you should talk it out with him. A part of you believed it wasn't true.
Then you went through his phone...
The woman was his secretary, and apparently, they had been sneaking around for around three months. Every single time he had to stay late it was for her. It made you feel sick. From every sweet to every nasty thing they sent to each other, you felt your heart shrivel a little more.
All the times your daughter had begged for her dad. All the storytimes he missed, the school events, and who the hell knows what else. But you kept your poker face and moved in silence. You wanted to hit him with everything at once.
Currently, you sat in your new lawyers office with a hand resting on your stomach. while your soon to be ex-husband was at work. Higuruma Hiromi was his name. He was one of the best in your area, and you would be lying if you said he wasn't handsome.
Tall frame, very fit, tired eyes that seemed to make him even more attractive. It was only your 2nd meeting, and yet he seemed so sweet, but it was his job after all. "Ok, so we'll have to go over everything that's in your name versus his, and then we can discuss custody over your child. or rather children" His quiet yet deep voice seemed to echo in your head. you could only hug yourself tighter.
It felt unreal talking about this. You still haven't told your daughter. How would she react? Would she want to stay with you or him?
You thanked higuruma and went home, nanami would be home in an hour, and you've come too far to have your plans ruined. Before you met with your lawyer, you stopped in town to look for job openings near some of the apartments you were looking at.
You applied for 3 jobs, an accountant position at a finance department, a manager for a grocery story, and a waitresses position. You knew you'd have to get at least 2 jobs to ensure you were fully prepared. It was weird even though he's the one who was cheating it felt like you were living a double life.
You arrived home with about 30 minutes to spare before he got home.. if he decided to come home. Once you settled and chilled on the couch, you got a text from higuruma.
"We should be all set to finalize the divorce papers by tomorrow. Only If you are ready." You felt your breath hitch. This was it. The beginning of the end.
But also your newfound freedom. You replied and set a time to meet with Higuruma and thought about how you would give him the papers. Some women get all nice and dressed up or change their look before they hand their husbands the papers.
It was decided after your doctors appointment you had scheduled a salon and hair appointment for tomorrow. And just as you were gonna go to bed, your thoughts went back to your daughter. You would tell her every thing , but only once everything is finalized. So you wouldn't feel like you had stalled or broke any promises. you hadnt even told anyone about the pregnancy, your daughter would surely get too excited and tell her dad. but you felt like you could trust no one until you were settled into your new life
The hardest part you realize was acting as you did before. Naturally ofcourse there was a strange tension in the atmosphere. Nanami noticed how you didnt seek him out anymore, how you no longer drilled home about your daughter's events or missing storytime.
Strangely, it felt like the two of you had already separated. Like you were living on two different planes. You waited atleast a week before getting the papers from higuruma, and in the meantime you had been accepted to work at the finance department and the waitresses position at a popular diner close to the hotel youd be staying at until you get approved for an apartment. It also helped that you had money saved up for an emergency. And this situation felt quite fitting.
For the first time you felt in control of your life....
Warnings: angst, "cheating", light smut, lots of plot
Armand had created you to be his personal toy. Though these were not his precise words, you felt you had every right to come to that conclusion. You felt used ofcourse he was a good lover, but he was not a loyal one. contrary to what he has told you, that's what it feels like. And when you had enough of feeling like an outlier, you distance yourself. you stop hunting with everyone choosing to go on your own. You dont join in on after performance celebrations. You just stop being.
To everyone else you would be considered Armands mate. His lover, and while the term for a vampire can mean many things, to the coven you were like precious cargo. He was very protective of you and yet was a very active individual outside of your relationship. But If something were to ever happen to you, no one would know mercy.
When you started throwing your silent but deadly temper tantrum everyone was on edge. Hunts were more chaotic and less organized, plays and performances were a mess and had many flaws. Nobody was brave enough to confront Armand about his relationship, and you weren't technically doing anything wrong. In fact, you weren't doing anything at all.
Finally Santiago has enough and tells Armand off. "Maitre with all due respect this whole whatever this is, is getting out of hand." Armand and Santiago sat outside of the coven ls current buffet of choice after Santiago pulled him aside. "Im afraid I do not know what your talking about" the Silver haired man huffs. "Whatever is going on with you and y/n it's affecting everyone, come on dont tell me you dont see it." Armand thought for a moment realizing how little he had seen of you these past few weeks. "I do apologize Santiago i was not as aware as i should have been. I will handle this, it was not my intention to cause stress"
The next few days Armand was much more attentive. Spending less time chasing pleasure, and more watching you. The way you always found something to occupy yourself elsewhere when he entered the room. How you happened to be full from the previous nights play and excused yourself from hunts. He was especially watchful of how you snuck away when you did decide to join them.
That night he decided to follow you into the city. Your Hands gripping the sheets and legs tangled with another man. many of your nights ended like this. No matter how much they satisfied you, you still had to walk home all by your lonesome. Pretending like you hadnt just devoured your one night stand.
There was about a few hours til the sun rose when your crept back inside the theater. You had put your coffin in a separate room away from everyone else. So it was no surprise when you jump at the sight of Armand sat untop of your coffin.
"Arm- i mean maitre what are you doing here?" His dark red eyes seemingly pierced through your tainted soul. "Where have you been?" Though his voice remained steady his eyes burned with something more intense. "I-i was- i went for a walk Maitre" You felt your heart race as he was suddenly in front of you. He stood his thumb across your bottom lip when he took it back you saw red smudged on his finger.
Fuck you must've forgotten to wash your face. "I had just gone for a walk and I got hungry... I swear" his gaze flickered across the features on your face like he was searching for another answer. the truth. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair. He had finally backed off of you and turned away from you.
You took a deep breath in thinking it was safe. "Do i not fuck you good enough my love?" You tilt your head, your heart beating faster. "What do you mean of course why do you -" he cuts you off. "Do i not satisfy you anymore hm?" you take a step forward placing a hand on his shoulder. "Armand what do you mean why are you acting like this?" He snaps back around.
"What is it then? I gave you internal life, I give you a place by my side like royalty" You back up away from him as he corners you against a wall "i give you a freedom th others could only dream of" you swear you could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your palms began to sweat.
"I give you everything and how do you repay me" he laughs dryly putting a hand to your cheek giving you a sense of comfort maybe a little hope as well but you knew better "Maitre, i swear I didn-" he cuts you off once more" Every night you whore yourself out and come back to me Stuffed with another man's blood and cum" his hands slide down to your throat and you place your hands on his wrist silently begging him to have mercy on you.
His curly hair hung in front of his face. "So i ask you once more, I am not good enough for you hmm? Do I not fuck you right?" His grip tightenedjust slightly and you felt like you might phase through the wall behind you.
But you are suddenly hit with a wave of anger and You finally get the strength to push him back, and his eybrows furrow, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you stand your ground. "I have a question for armand, do you even love me?" You feel regret as soon as the words fall from your mouth, but you stay strong.
"You dont treat me like how a lover should, what difference does it make whether I am in a another's mans bed or yours" you step further sharp finger nail stabbing at his chest. "The only difference is I have to see you everyday. I must suffer as the man i love as his hand in someone else's trouser."
You laugh in disbelief. "You have made no effort to touch me in months. Armand I am tired, I'm tired of being an empty shell waiting around for you." Armand steps forward "I have been busy you know that, I have many responsibilities. The theater, the coven-" now it was your turn to cut him off. "Well I am sick of having to be your emotional punching bag. When was the last time we had a normal conversation." You roll your eyes.
you feel the anger you had bottled over over the last few decades every heart break you hid within yourself "when was the last time you even thought about me" you scoff "You don't get to tell me how to live my life anymore, you don't get to tell me who I fuck, you don't get to have me anymore. you. Don't. Own. Me." You pushed your pointer finger into his chest, enunciating every syllable. The last jab, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. His lips connecting with yours. You wanted to resist but you also wanted this.
You both melted into the kiss. Hands pawing and ripping each others clothes off. "do you want me to apologize mh?" he groaned into the kiss "Do you hate me? do you want me to suffer?" you were starting to get annoyed with him already so you push him down into your coffin and straddle him "I want you to stop talking" you grind down on him before connecting your lips to his neck. you bite down, hard. he ruts up into you letting out a groan, his hand grips your hair. you wanted him to hurt the way you did but you that would be impossible.
you finally let him go with a sigh. you had thought about this many times over and over. you loved Armand you truly did, but it wasn't enough to cover the suffering you could never make him understand. so this was it. you stood from your coffin and watched as his hands reached for yours but he let them drop. "what's the matter we're not done yet my love" he says as he sits up.
"Armand I have taken much time to reconsider my decision as it is one that may even cost me my life but.." you give him a sad smile "that is a risk I'm willing to take especially if it guarantees what's left of my sanity" Armand shakes his head "what are you saying right now" he stands from that satin laced box. you sigh and grab your clothes and put them on. "I'm saying i am leaving the coven" you pause "tonight"
He rushes over to you grabbing your arm "i don't understand we were just" you pull his arm away "we were just what? have makeup sex then all will be fine." at that thought you laugh "you couldn't even apologize, you cant even pretend to feel remorse for me." your shoulders drop in defeat "so if you want to kill me fine but I will leave one way or another."
Armand nods "Fine do as you wish but I assure you your foolishness will bring you back here and do not think I will protect you when you find yourself in harms way." you smile at him "I wasn't counting on it" you turn away and leave, slamming the door.
You had a short time frame until the sun began to rise but you had planned it out perfectly you would leave on a ship docking in a few minutes and it would take you far away from France and the coven.
The next night
It was absolute chaos in the theater that night. He did not think you would actually leave. he thought you might come knocking on the door with sun burns and regret. He thought he would've had to send a group to retrieve you before you did something drastic. But to think you've gone as far as leaving the country. He knows it is fault but you leaving was an actual slap in the face. Armand loved you and he hadn't realized how much he needed you until you were gone
To everyone around you, you were quiet, reserved, and very smart. They say that since losing your parents at a young age, you've become cold and mature. I mean, who could blame you? You were alone with no one to block the horrors of the world from your eyes most of the time except for the handsome butler you kept by your side.
And while you didn't interact much with society outside your castle, you made sure your kingdom was taken care of. No matter what life decided to throw at you, you always had a plan. Even when the situation made you want to rip your hair out, you persevered.
It was a painfully quiet and dreary afternoon. You sat at your desk thick stacks of paper piled up. It had been hours since you had sat down, and slowly, the words on the page had started to blur together. Running a gloved hand over your face, you sigh and look out the window. The last couple of weeks had been hectic. A few of the letters on your desk were just lame attempts to put pressure on you since your birthday was coming up, and it seemed as though you had no thoughts about marrying. To the public, it seemed very selfish for such a young and beautiful ruler to hog all the power to herself.
"If they all cared so much they might as well chop my head off and rule the kingdom themselves" you lean back in your chair before flinching forward as another presence begins towards to speak "now now my lady I would prefer my mistress in one piece" your butler stands to the left of your chair bowed over on one knee with his hand over his chest. "Jesus Sebastien, you've startled me." You look down at him. "What is it now? Why didn't you knock before you came in?" You pull your chair back to your desk and organize the papers waiting on his answer.
"well as you know your birthday is to be here very soon and there are many suitors who are willing to take your hand in marriage" The butler's demeanor is calm compared to how you feel on the inside. "And what good is finding a husband when i am just going to die young anyway, you of all people should know this demon" you roll your eyes and sort through the mountain of paperwork just barely noticing the slight change in the demon butlers expression. You don't know why you were so worked up lately. Issues like this have never bothered you before.
It would only aggravate you more to keep worrying about. You let out a breath and roll your shoulders before standing. "Alright, Sebastien, I'm going to call it a day, and don't bother with dinner. I'll go to bed without it." you walk towards your coat rack and grab your robe "But my lady are you sure i wouldn't wany my mistress to wake up late at night hungry" you scoff "I am not a child, good night" you hear Sebastien say something as you exit your office, but for the sake of your sanity you choose to ignore it.
untying your robe as you enter your room, you let it fall on the floor. the thought of marriage made your head ache. the only reason they care is due to the fact they want someone they can wed to their own children, and thats the last thing you want. you sigh and plop down on your bed. But you also knew that you still had to find someone to rule when you were gone, and that just stressed you out even more.
today, like always, was long, too long. but now all you wanted was to sleep it all away. but tomorrow you'd have to do the same thing all over again. you put your blanket over your head and close your eyes. And just like that, the suns rays gleamed into the room, and the silhouette of a man stood by your bedside. "Good morning, my lady." You groan and turn over only to have your blankets ripped away from you.
"Really sebastien is that truly necessary," you sit up and rub your eyes "Of course what sort of butler would I be if I didnt get my mistress up and ready for day not to mention you are a princess with many responsi-" "okay okay I get it" you roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the bed allowing sebastien to help you get ready.
After another day of royal studies, meetings, and now a party to plan, you were once again your stuck in your office looking over the never-ending pile of paperwork. You sigh and put your head down, and the gleam of the small gold bell on your desk gives you an idea.
Sitting up straight, you pick it up and ring it. Not even a second later, there was a knock on your door. "Come in," the door opens, revealing the bowed head of sebastien. "Yes, mlady?" Your head was prepped against your first as you tried to look as bored as possible. "Sebastien, come in no need to be so timid." he raises a brow, stepping in the room, letting the door shut behind him.
You watch his long strides as he makes his way to you. He bends to one knee next, waiting for your instructions, but you decide to have fun. After the past few days, you deserve to have a little fun.
"Sebastian, have I ever told you what a sight it is to see you like this, hmm?" You press your soft lips together in a sly smile. You couldn't tell what the expression on his face meant, but it was quite hilarious. "No, my lady, you have not." You tilt your head and frown, really? What a shame that is, what kind of mistress am I to not even praise her butler when he's been doing such a good job." You closed your eyes in fake distress with a hand over your heart. You peek at his face with one eye mischievously.
"My lady, it is only my duty as your butler to serve you. I do not require praise in order to 'boost morale'" his tone of voice remained the same yet his eyes had a glow to them. You just rolled your eyes. You were sure he knew what you were up to, yet he remained vigilant.
You were getting bored and losing patience. so you decided it was time to go to the next level and reach for a strand of hair dangling in front of his perfect face. However, he was quick to grab a hold of your wrist, and you gasped silently. "Pardon me, but I dont think it's quite appropriate for a princess to be interacting this closely with her butler," He says while looking up at you teasingly.
You scoff. "Yet the butler is the one handling his princess so roughly." Sebastian was about to say something, but there's suddenly a knock at your door. Sebastian stands to his feet and dusts off his clothes, and you clear your throat. "Come in." A maid rushes in to inform you that the royal party planner had arrived. you scuff annoyedly and stand, "alright, I'll be down in a moment." The maid nods and shuts the door.
slumping back into your chair with a sigh and a hand on your forehead. "Sebastien, go entertain our guests until I feel ready to come down. He bows before leaving the room. it was an understatement to say you were flustered, heart beating a mile a minute. you and Sebastien had this weird bond, which I guess isn't surprising considering he's a demon. well, it's more surprising that the two of you hadn't jumped each others bones yet.
But you were still just a young woman who hadn't had many romantic opportunities. so even when he gives eye contact in the most innocent situations, you get flustered.
You were currently resisting the urge to yawn in front of the royal party planner. You didn't care what color the streamers were, nor did you care which orchestra played. You just wanted to get this over with.
Finally, after hours of convincing the planner to inquire with sebastien. You decide to retire to your room. As you walk to your chambers, you examine your parents' portrait. The strangest familiar feeling of melancholy, to think of how different your life may have been if they were around.
You shake the thoughts away. You try not to think of the past and focus on the future. But what do you have left if your future is dark and your present is unholy and soiled.
You finally make it to your room. You snatched your head around at the sound of the door closing. "Sebastian, do you forget how to knock?" You clutch your heart with a sigh before turning towards your bed standing still as the demon butler undoes the tight string and buttons from your corset, letting it fall to the ground.
"Apologies, Your Highness, however you were the one who told me not to be so timid," you shiver as a cold hand caresses your bare neck. "I- im not sure I know what you're talking about, sebastien." You feel his breath against your ear. "Perhaps I should remind you, your highness~"
You go to turn back around, but Sebastien holds you to his chest. "What are you doing?" You say breathlessly without struggle. "Your Highness, you've been naughty all day. Have you forgotten your manners?" his tone a faux disappointment one you knew better than to take seriously. if you wanted to keep your dignity intact.
His hands wrapped around your waist, one trailing up to your chin and forcing you to look up. You buried his mouth into your neck. The action causes you to let out a soft whimper. If someone were to walk innthere would be no explanation as to why the princess was currently being fondled by her butler.
His other hand trailed lower and lower until he was able to pull your undergarment up and put his hand between your now parted legs. As you felt yourself clench over, nothing you buckled over, but he held onto you like you were as light as a feather. "Please, sebastien~,"you moan while he whispers dirty things in your ear about how you need to learn a lesson.
Somehow, during all this, you ended up next to your bed, and the demon lays you down before crawling on top of you. Even as he rips the fabric from your body off, it was sensual and had you gripping the sheets. Sebastian pulled his gloves off, revealing the mark that binded the two of you together. his lips grazed yours, threatening to connect. "Your Highness, I think it's time for that lesson, don't you?" You groaned while his hand trailed down your chest and back between your legs.
"You seem so eager already. I haven't even touched you yet" the shit eating smirk he had plastered on his face annoyingly turned you on even more. "stop teasing me Sebastien and make me cum alre- hngh~ fuck" he swiftly cut you off as he entered a long finger into your wet folds. " he tilted his head in a cat like manner "you mean like this your highness?" he raised a brow and before you could answer he finally kissed you it was deep and to your surprise quite nasty. his tongue forced its way in your mouth forcing you to breathe through your nose and his fingers sped up creating the lewdest sound you've ever heard you.
you attempted to run your hands through his hair, but he used his free hand to pin your wrists above your head. you squeak suddenly when you feel him bite your lower lip, then he lets go. his pace stayed the same. you could feel deep in your core that you were close. your hips bucked into his hand. his gaze was intense, staring into your soul like he was studying you, like he was waiting. and just right when you were on the edge, he pulled out of you with a pop.
"Hey, what the he-" he placed a finger on your lips. "Remember your highness. This is a lesson. You must learn how to behave.." his hand gripped your face forcing you to purse you lips "and you must learn how to be a good little princess" he leans down and licks your bottom lip leaving a red smudge on his tongue.
you wiggle in his hold, trying to get away, but he only holds you down, trapping you between his legs. then he tuts at you. "Be careful now, i wouldn't want you getting hurt, your highness." You frown at the title. "Stop calling me that." The sly demon only offers you a fake sympathetic exopression "oh but that is your title, or have you forgotten?" he taps his chin as if thinking
suna never had the heart to accept his feelings, now you’re drifting further apart.
c&w: suna rintarō x f!reader — angst
the silence in the room didn’t feel like peace; it felt like the breath before a plunge, heavy and humid with the things neither of you were brave enough to name.
he was slouched at the edge of your bed, the familiar curve of his spine cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light of your desk lamp. suna always looked like he was vibrating on a different frequency—detached, observant, a predator disguised as a bored teenager. but tonight, the stillness was jagged. it was the kind of quiet that precedes a landslide.
“atsumu talks too much,” he said, his voice a low, clinical rasp that made the hair on your arms stand up. he didn’t look at you. he was staring at his own hands, his long fingers twitching against the fabric of his jeans.
“he was just being a friend, rin,” you replied softly, twisting the hem of your oversized hoodie—his hoodie, though you’d worn it so often the scent of his detergent had long since blended with yours. “i’m your friend, too. i just… i wanted you to know i’m happy for you. if there’s someone you’re falling for, you don’t have to hide it from me. i can help. i can support you.”
you meant it to be a bridge. you meant it to be the ultimate sacrifice—offering to hold the hand of the man you loved while he chased someone else. instead, it was the spark that hit the kerosene.
suna’s head snapped up. his eyes, usually hooded and lazy, were wide and burning with a terrifying, sickly intensity. there was no boredom there now. there was only a raw, bleeding frustration that looked suspiciously like grief.
“support me?” he let out a sharp, ugly laugh that felt like a slap. “you want to support me? you think this is some high school drama where you give me advice on how to win someone over? you’re so incredibly naive that it’s actually exhausting.”
the shift in his tone was so abrupt your breath hitched. “i was just trying to be nice—”
“that’s the problem.” he spat, standing up so quickly the bed frame groaned. he paced the small distance of your room like a caged animal, his shadows stretching long and distorted across the walls. “you’re always so ‘nice.’ you’re so predictably, suffocatingly kind. do you have any idea how grating that is? to have you hovering around, smiling, acting like you understand everything when you don’t understand a single goddamn thing?”
you recoiled as if he’d physically struck you. “rin, what are you talking about? i’ve stayed by you for years. i’ve been the one you call—”
“and that’s the mistake,” he interrupted, his voice dropping to a lethal, flat hiss. he stepped into your personal space, looming over you until the air felt thin. “i let you get too close. i let you think you were some essential part of my life. but looking at you right now? seeing you stand there with that pathetic, concerned look on your face? it’s infuriating. you’re becoming a nuisance. you’re a distraction i never asked for and a burden i’m tired of carrying.”
the words were like needles, precise and meant to draw blood. you felt the sting in your throat, the familiar burn of tears you refused to let fall. “if i’m such a burden, why are you here? why do you come over every night? why do you let me wear your clothes?”
suna’s expression flickered. for a second, the mask of cruelty slipped, and you saw something devastating underneath—a desperate, starving sort of longing. he reached out, his hand hovering near your face, his thumb grazing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that felt like a betrayal.
“because you’re so fucking beautiful, it’s painful.” he whispered, the compliment sounding more like a curse. his eyes traced your features with a hunger that made your stomach flip. “because when the sun hits your hair, i lose my train of thought. because you have this way of looking at me that makes me feel like i’m the only person in the world, and i hate it. i hate that i notice the way you breathe when you’re falling asleep. i hate that i know exactly how you take your coffee. it’s a sickness.”
he pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned, his face contorting into a sneer of self-loathing.
“but don’t flatter yourself,” he snapped, the venom returning. “don’t mistake my words for love. all it is, is annoyance. you’ve worked your way under my skin like a parasite, and now i can’t even think straight. you’re so busy playing the ‘best friend’ that you don’t even see how much you’re ruining me. you’re a shallow, mediocre girl who happens to have a face i can’t stop looking at, and i’m disgusted by how much time i’ve wasted on you.”
the room went cold. the ‘crush’ atsumu had mentioned—the one suna was so terrified of, the one that was ruining his composure—it wasn’t some stranger. it was the person he was currently trying to tear to pieces. he was so terrified of the depth of his own devotion that he was choosing to burn the garden down rather than let anything grow.
“get out, rintarō.” you whispered. your voice was small, cracked.
“gladly,” suna said, his eyes hard as flint. “i should have done this months ago. you’re not special. you’re just a habit i need to break. stop wearing my things. stop looking for me in the halls. i’m done pretending this friendship is worth the effort.”
he turned on his heel and walked out, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed in the hollow of your chest.
you didn’t move for a long time. you simply stood in the center of your room, the silence now a physical weight pressing against your lungs. eventually, the adrenaline faded, leaving only a cold, numbing ache. you sank to the floor, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands, burying your face in the fabric that still smelled like him—like cedarwood and the sharp tang of mint.
you cried until your eyes were swollen and your throat was raw. you cried for the friendship that had been a lie, and for the love that was apparently a weapon.
hours later, as the moon began to dip below the horizon, you went to wipe your face with a tissue inside the pocket of your hoodie. something sharp caught against your skin.
you reached into the seam of the hoodie pocket, your fingers brushing against something small and cold. you pulled it out.
it was a small, onyx stud—suna’s earring. the one he always wore in his left ear. it must have fallen out while he was lounging on your bed earlier, or he left it, or perhaps it had snagged on the fabric during his frantic pacing. it sat in the palm of your hand, glittering mockingly in the moonlight.
it was a piece of him. an anchor to a man who had just told you that you were a parasite.
the realization hit you then, sharper than his words. he had been so close. he had been right there, wearing this hoodie, breathing your air, hating you for how much he needed you. he was drowning in his own obsession, and he had decided to take you down with him.
you clutched the earring so hard the post pierced your skin, a tiny drop of red blooming against the earring.
the hoodie wasn’t yours. the feelings weren’t safe. and as you looked at the closed door, you realized the person who had walked out wasn’t the suna you knew, but the version of him that would rather destroy you than admit he was already yours.
the earring felt heavy, a cold promise of a debt that would never be settled.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝
the walk home was a blur of static and freezing air that did nothing to cool the fever behind suna’s eyes.
every step away from your door felt like a limb being stretched to the point of snapping, a physical resistance that made his muscles ache. he had reached his front door, walked up the stairs, and retreated into the darkness of his own bedroom before the silence finally caught up to him. it wasn’t the peaceful quiet he usually thrived in; it was a vacuum, sucking the oxygen out of his lungs until he was left gasping in the center of the room.
he didn’t turn on the light. he didn’t want to see his own reflection—didn’t want to see the face of the man who had just systematically dismantled the only thing in his life that felt like home.
he collapsed onto his bed, his back hitting the mattress with a dull thud, staring up at the ceiling where the shadows danced like the ghosts of the things he’d said. naive. nuisance. burden.
the words tasted like copper in his mouth. they were lies, every single one of them, crafted with the surgical precision of a coward. he had seen the way your expression had fractured—the way your light had dimmed until you were just a hollowed-out version of yourself standing in that hoodie, his hoodie.
he rolled onto his side, curling into himself as a jagged, dry sob hitched in his chest. he wasn’t a man who cried, but the pressure behind his ribs was becoming unbearable. it was an agonizing, slow-motion realization: he had tried to protect the friendship by murdering it.
the irony was a blade twisting in his gut. he had been so terrified of a future where you eventually grew tired of him, or where a confession might make things awkward, that he had chosen to preemptively burn the bridge while you were still standing on it. he had looked at your face—that breathtaking, radiant face that haunted his dreams—and he had told you it was mediocre. he had told you that your kindness, the very thing that kept him tethered to his own humanity, was a parasite.
“god, why? why did i—” he choked out, the sound muffled by his pillow.
he could still feel the phantom sensation of your skin against his thumb from those few seconds of weakness. you were so soft, so impossibly real, and he was a jagged edge that only knew how to cut. he closed his eyes, and all he could see was the way you looked at him before the screaming started—with that open, devastatingly honest support. you had offered him your heart on a silver platter, asking for nothing but the truth, and he had spat on it because he couldn’t handle the weight of how much he adored you.
he hated himself for it. not with a fleeting flicker of guilt, but with a profound, soul-deep loathing that made him want to claw the skin off his bones. he was obsessed with the way you laughed, the way you hummed when you were focused, the way you always knew exactly when he needed a break without him saying a word. you were his north star, and he had just smashed the compass.
the room felt too big. the air felt too thin.
he reached out instinctively to grab the edge of his hoodie, wanting to bury his face in the fabric that usually held your scent, only to realize his hands were empty. he was shivering, the cold seeping into his marrow, but it wasn’t the temperature of the room. it was the sudden, violent realization of what his life was going to look like tomorrow. and the day after.
he wouldn’t see you in the halls. he wouldn’t hear your voice calling his name. he had demanded that you stop looking for him, and knowing you—knowing how much his words must have gutted you—you would listen. you would disappear from his orbit, and he would be left drifting in this dark, cold space he had built for himself.
he rolled onto his back again, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. his chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusted spoon. he was a genius on the court, a master of reading people’s movements, yet he had been so blindingly stupid when it came to the one person who mattered.
he had tried to save himself from the pain of a potential rejection, but in doing so, he had guaranteed a lifetime of mourning.
the silence of his room screamed your name back at him, a relentless reminder of the catastrophe he had authored. he lay there, paralyzed by the weight of his own cruelty, wondering how someone could be so desperately in love and so catastrophically cruel all in the same breath.
he already misses his pretty girl.
keepsakes: found (preview)
four weeks, you and suna drift further apart. you were sitting near the equipment room enjoying your peace and quiet until a voice speaks up.
“he’s pathetic.”
n: first time writing angst, kinda nervous. no one torch me, please.
I love it when fan fiction writers are like: “ah shit, this was meant to be one part but I started writing it and now it has to be three”. Like the fanfic is happening to them and not being created by them.
...him being so mean and rude to you to the point that you shut down. Already planning and scheduling when he leaves and comes home from work. All your things gone, even your pictures, the ones with just you and the ones with him in it. You made sure that you left no trace in his home. You didnt even block him, nothing ever happened between the two of you. In your current state of mind. No argument. No hateful words thrown at each other. Just emptiness now.
Imagine...
...the looking his face when he comes home to see something was wrong immediately. When he calls out your name.. nothing. He must've called about 100 times. Even coming to your job to find you had been transferred out a month ago!?
Now he sits on the cold bed alone, thinking back on what went wrong. What could he have done more or less. What could he have said. How could you give him everything and snatch it away so brutally.
While you have moved on times 2. He still stuck trying to fill the crater you left in his heart...
Yuji liked- I mean really liked you. Not in a romantic way. (Yet). But you had this presence that seemed to pull him in. Just too bad you were so introverted.
ever since you were younger no one ever seemed to want to hear what you had to say. And yes this may sound dramatic but its just how it is. Your mom knew nothing about your life outside of the house not hat she really cared, a she had mentioned before. then their was your curse using sorcerer father, who was too busy to remember your birthday. and your half sister who was always in a one sided competition when it came to your lives and decided hers was more important.
even with all you've been through you were still such a great listener, too. You knew everything about your friends' lives, and yet they don't even remember your pets name. After a while, you just got tired of trying to get people to notice you, so shutting yourself out was your thing.
you assumed it was like this because besides your father you were the only curse user in your family. And once you got accepted into jujutsu high most would assume things would change but you still felt like the odd one out.
Its been a few months since you settled in and got to know everyone. Yuji, who was bright in every sense and Hella strong regardless of his previous lack of cursed energy, not to mention how sweet and brave he was. Megumi who you assumed was like you. Quiet, closed off but in reality he's way different. Confident, over achieving, and awesome and almost everything he does.
And that's not to say you weren't strong, you were up there with the rest of them. It just you weren't as confident and outgoing as they were. And then their was nobara, she was your role model, she said what was on her mind. She seemed to take control of the room whenever she walked in. She was loud but it was nice.
You adored all of them. But you just couldnt find it in you to just open your mouth, state your opinion. Just say anything. You could never contribute to a conversation if it saved your life. You just hummed and watched as each of them took the lead.
Yuji had tried to pry you open. Walking you to your dorms after convincing you to train with him, and asking you a shit ton of questions, most of which you just gave him generic answers too. you reminded him of a stray puppy, He knew it was gonna be a challenge, but he was going to do everything he could to get you to open up.
It had gotten to a point where Yuuji was willing to ask his white haired teacher for help, and of course Gojo agreed but only after an half and a hour of teasing him about a potential crush to which Yuuji brushed off he agreed and the grade 1 sorcerer had pulled you to the side to talk to you about it. Which in retrospect was a very bad idea.
It was a warm spring day, birds chirping while the trees blew in the soft breeze. you and Gojo were sitting on a bench while the rest of your class trained. "Look all I'm saying is you need brighten up you know?" You couldn't only stare at your hands as they lay in your lap. "you are now apart of a team, how you feel affects everyone else as well" You knew that your presence brought doom and gloom to the group, but You couldn't help it, your brain had been wired this way since before you could walk.
"And that's not to say something about your performance as a sorcerer we all know your powerful, but you could be so much more than that if you opened up and let the others help you grow." You could only nod. Gojo smirks "glad we could have this talk" giving you a pat on the back, he stands with a stretch before walking over to observe everyone else training.
Once he leaves, you watch the others with bright smiles on their faces as they tumble around. You know Gojo's heart was in the right place. But it just made you feel even worse. You know you had a problem but hearing it from someone else about how everyone seems to feel about you. it just reminded you of the heartache from your past.
About a week later you and the others had a little vacation after dealing with an especially challenging mission a grade 2 curse. You foolishly decided to try and do most of the grunt work, in a pathetic attempt to use Gojo's' advice and not be such a nuisance to the team. But you only got injured and ended up having to spend your time off in your dorm healing, while the others went to the city to shop and sight see.
while excoted he gets to relax and sight see Yuji couldnt help but feel awful while he didn’t know it was lowkey his fault you got hurt he decided he wanted to get you something while he was out. Nobara helped him out while Megumi followed along and made sure to express his apprehension whenever they picked out something cringy.
They all finally settle on matching friendships bracelets that had four charms of each of your initials on them. It took megumi some convincing, but he begrudgingly agreed. On the way back to the dorms yuji had he wanted to deliver your bracelet personally. He had thought of all the non cringy ways to give it to you.
Back at the dorms, you got sick of being cramped up in your room and limped your way to the back of the building, finding a tree to sit under. You used this time to reflect on the mission and your life, and you just felt frustrated at yourself. You didn’t understand why it was so hard for you to open up. You had this wall that constantly restricted you from getting closer with your classmates.
You were sure they had gotten sick of you. And wouldn't blame them. Especially now with how you astronomically screwed up that mission. And sure enough, your eyes began to water and your throat stings. Bringing your hands up to your eyes you start crying, at first its just a few sniffles then it's full on sobs.
And so much for perfect timing the gang returns from their outing Megumi and Nobara head to their rooms leaving Yuuji to give you your gift personally.
After what seems like an abnormal amount of time to stand outside of someones door he knocks. "Hey y/n it's me yuji” silence “im sorry you didn’t get to join us but I- I mean we got something for you” he pauses for a moment. “I just wanted to let you know I think you were really awesome out there. And you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you did good” He stops, taking in the radio silence from your room. "And I understand if I’m like the last person you want to talk to right now but I’m always here for you-" he stops short as he suddenly feels a small spike in your cursed energy but it doesn't seem to be coming from your room.
“y/n?” he places an ear to your door before opening it “im coming in” when he pushes your door open when he walks in your no where to be seen. Worried he tracks the cursed energy outside to where you currently sat curled under a tree. Has he carefully steps closer he notices how your shoulders tremble. “hey are you alright?” he crouches next to your shaking form. You turn away from him, it was embarrassing to cry in front of anyone especially Yuuji Itadori. “its nothing im fine, sorry for making you worry.”
You as you stand, almost forgetting your injury as you lean on the tree. He doesn’t push any further, he simply crouches infront of you “here get on” you wipe your tears and your eyebrows furrow “what do you mean what are you-” Yuuji interrupts you. “I’ll help you to your dorm you shouldn’t be on your feet anyway” you face transforms from something of bewilderment to embarrassment. “itadori come on I promise I can go on my own-" " I will stay here all night till you get on" you huff, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
Against you better judgment, you hook your arms around his neck, and then he reaches to grab your legs. When he stands, you swear you have the air punched out of your lungs.
The walk to dorms seemed to take forever. Yuuji was silently greatful you couldnt see his face but he was as red as blood. When you arrive you ask to be let down at the front doors. "I can walk to my room but thanks alot for the ride" you look down worried your face was all puffy from crying.
When you turn to head inside, he stops you. "Wait, i got something for you while we were out." You tilt your head."What is it?" Leaning against the door you watch as he fumbles to reach in his pocket. While he's distracted you take a moment to take in his features.
He looked soft, and yet you noticed the sharp edges that had formed in the short amount of time you've been around him. The way his fluffy pink hair shoftly blew in the wind. You always thought he was cute, but today something was different. Maybe it's the way he was so kind to you despite your flaws.
Whatever it was, it made you feel warm inside. You snap out of your thoughts when yuuji hands you a small blue box. When you open it, you almost start crying again. "Thank you, itadori this is so sweet." When you look up he was looking the ground as he kicked around a small rock.
"Dont mention it. It was nobara and megumis' idea as well." You smile and nod. "Well, still, thank you for thinking of me on your day" yuujii scratches his neck "well I guess ill see you tomorrow, get rest so we can train" you nod "good night"
You watch as yuuji walks away, and this strange feeling bubbled in your chest. what was he doing to your poor heart...
Could I request yuuta x reader where they were in a kind of situationship before he left?? Since now that he's back he's a lot more confident
𝒴.𝒪. - (𝒦)𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊
SYPNOSIS: You and Yuta had a complicated relationship. You never put a label on what exactly your relationship with each other was. Now, following his return from Africa, both of you changed people, you didn't know how to confront the feelings you'd left each other with.
Warnings: situationship, pre-culling games storyline, mentions of pstd (regarding shibuya), no major character deaths/manga spoilers. not proofread.
AN: I did this surrounding the fact that the reader was in Shibuya, so that it could be worked into the main plot more.
I was trying my best to honor your request, but my mind kept descending into angst unfortunately. My apologies in advance if this isn’t what you had in mind!
I will definitely redo this request to fit the ask more though! ♡
WC: 2.1k
Halloween was hell on earth. Nobody ever expected that Shibuya would quite literally be wiped off the map.
Especially not you, who were one of many people stuck in the barriers that were formed to keep you in.
The amount of curses around were simply too much to deal with the limited amount of people available. With Gojo getting sealed, and Sukuna rampaging with whatever other special grade curses he was fighting in the city, reducing civilian casualties and injuries on top of fellow classmates and sorcerers was relatively impossible.
It really felt like hell. There were buildings flying in the air. Molten lava fell from the sky and flowed through the streets like a tsunami.
You’d mentally and verbally cursed everything under the sun as a result of the outcome. Kenjaku releasing curses everywhere, Todo losing his technique, Inumaki losing both of his arms, it all happened in a span of a mere three hours.
And now over a week later, you’ve all been sitting ducks. Between trying to recover and figuring out what to do next, it was difficult not to think about anything but the worst.
Sitting on the couch across from Yuki, you were lost in your thoughts, paying absolutely no attention to whatever was being played on the tv.
Your legs were folded over the other, back slightly against the armrest. Even as the sound of footsteps descended the stairs, your head remained rested on the couch cushion.
Seriously, what were you guys going to do without Gojo? Not that you wanted to put that pressure on him, but the situation isn’t normal at all. The number of sorcerers available to fight has been reduced, and the number of Grade 1 sorcerers has been lowered. It’s the worst case scenario, so you can't help but get overwhelmed.
Yuji’s voice caught your attention, finally arriving back after whatever they were doing out there.
That was quickly interrupted by an unmistakingly familiar voice. You’d thought that the presence you’d sensed was familiar, but seriously? When did he get back?
He’d worriedly addressed Maki, who was seated just behind you. Your shoulders tensed up quickly, before a hand landed on your shoulder.
You didn’t use much effort when turning your head, meeting a pair of blue eyes that stared right into yours.
Gosh. He looked so different. Almost like an entirely different person.
No longer was Yuta Okkotsu the overly shy timid boy he’d left as. No. He’d carried himself with an entirely different demeanor. His shoulders that once held embarrassingly low, now remained straight and more relaxed on his body as he leaned over you. His hair was styled off to the side, reaching longer down the side of his face. He exuded much more of a confident aura about him. Has it really been that long?
He’d looked down at you, with a worried gaze as his eyes traced the new marks that lined your skin. Harsh spots from what looked like large spots of ash covered your visible skin. A wrapped wrist, dark spots under your eyes. Two identical cuts on your arm, that ran from your thumb almost to your shoulder, closed up but prominent.
Your eyes held little to no enthusiasm or joy. He’d expected that. Prepared himself even. But it was like wrapping a piece of coal in wrapping paper and expecting a new toy for Christmas. These weren’t the conditions he’d wanted to see you under, any of you– under. Unfortunately for him, it couldn’t be helped.
It was killing him. You two didn’t leave off on a clear note.
Before Yuta left, he’d long known he felt something there with you, a lot even. You made his head do strange things that were hard to place. Even so you were friends, best friends even, but it was different. You’d felt it too, yet that feeling was so unclear that crossing any lines felt forbidden, taboo even.
Back then, neither of you knew what you were supposed to be, what the best choice for your friendship was. It always felt like you were moving too fast. The connection was there, but the pace was overwhelming on top of the external factors.
Yuta had his own situations he had to deal with. Pressure from the higher ups and trying to change his life.
For you, it was the pressure of missions and trying to improve your skills, constantly pushing yourself to your limits.
Even so, you both always found solace in one another during those times, suppressing your own worries and valuing the time spent with your classmates. Even still, that didn’t equate to the unique position you’d found yourselves in.
You both held each other to standards of trust one would hold with a partner. This eventually resulted in going as far as to avoid discussing other potential romantic connections amongst yourselves. You never discussed the matter either, it was almost like an unspoken rule between you two that avoided it from ever occurring.
When one of your fellow classmates would discuss such topics, you both would naturally shy away from the conversation, whether on purpose or by pure accident. You and Yuta found it to just be easier that way.
Every time it seemed like you two would get close to something, someone pulled back. Like establishing clear lines on what you were was a flame that would burn if someone got too close. Whether Yuta or yourself, someone stepped back. Unintentionally drawing a line somewhere and sending mixed signals to the other.
Being avoidant was just so easy. You never had to sit down and have serious conversations about what you both wanted. Never had to worry about the stress that came with expecting something from the other that you might not get. Never had to worry about misunderstanding the signals the other was getting. You two never had to worry about the lack of reciprocation of such feelings, or about potential rejection that could strain your friendship permanently.
It was so strange. Silly, ridiculous, laughable even. The fact is you’d gotten so close to kissing multiple times. And you did once, even if it was just a peck during some random awkward moment under the guise of just “trying it out”.
It was hilarious that you both could share a kiss on the lips, one time turning into a few, but still couldn’t even figure out what you wanted. It could be blamed on whatever hormones you wanted it to, but it still happened.
How immature it felt thinking about it now. Forcing yourself to suppress how you felt for the sake of not knowing and being afraid of what you wanted. It still felt strange, having to move on with your separate lives, seeing as they weren’t necessarily intertwined anymore due to the distance and lack of communication.
Being separated for months doesn’t seem like it would change much, but obviously it can. The time away gave you time to think without any pressure. It gave you both time to grow from who you were before.
Maybe the timing back then wasn’t right. Maybe you needed the time away. Time changes a lot. You saw that with the way you and Yuta almost seem like different people now
It felt different.
It felt different the way his finger tips ran lightly over the fabric of your top covering your shoulders. It felt as if his touch was more purposeful, no longer hesitant or reluctant.
Yuta took the initiative to ease the nervousness that was palpable in the air, leaning down a bit to talk.
His words got caught in his throat.
It’s not as if the words wouldn’t form. Quite the opposite actually.
He couldn’t find the right words to say.
What would he say to you after all this time? It’s not as if the distance was the only thing that he needed to worry about, you’d been injured during Shibuya.
He gave a smile that tugged on his cheek. “It’s been a while, huh?”
“..yeah.” Your hand gripped the hem of your shirt, looking over at the television.
Observing your behaviors, Yuta moved his hand to your face, gently rubbing the back of his hand over the side of your cheek. Looking over you moved to say something but stopped yourself at the sound of everyone else discussing Tengen.
He gave you one last look over, before leaning into the discussion as well.
You stood up a couple of minutes later. You were all going to take a visit to see Tengen to figure out what was going on with Kenjaku.
The way over there Yuta walked slightly behind you, but it didn’t feel like a good time to talk. He was going to wait until there would be time for a private conversation.
After the meeting with Tengen, you were going with Itadori and Megumi to find Hakari.
You started on with them, hands tucked into your pockets as you walked behind the two, listening to them talk.
Yuta was walking beside you, and leaned over to get the attention of the pair in question. “You two go ahead, she’ll catch up.” Yuta interrupted, and they nodded as they continued on their path.
You raised a brow, narrowing your eyes a bit.
He slowed down his pace, falling in line with you with his hands behind his back.
“Y/n,” Looking over, you hummed, and he made sure to maintain eye contact. “Are you sure you’re okay to be going out right now?..” His tone was worrisome as always.
Your eyes kept forward, nodding in reassurance. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
He sighed at your dismissive tone. Grabbing your arm he turned you to face him fully. “Please be honest.”
You took a deep breath. “I’m alright to move, I promise.”
“Do you promise you’re okay?” He held a firm grip on your hands, making sure you knew he was being genuine.
You reiterated your words, “I promise Yuta–” He interrupted, eyes serious. “Why are you lying?”
Your mouth closed, holding his gaze in silence before he continued.
“You were zoned out on the couch earlier. You’re obviously not fine.” His tone wasn’t aggressive, never aggressive, but firm. He needed you to know he was worried. “Please just be honest with me.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “We don’t really have time to be worried about honesty right now.” If you were really being honest, you wished you could be having this conversation during a time where you weren’t about to split up and go your separate ways, again.
“I know we never got to talk. I’m sorry.” This was when you finally looked at him. Really looked at him. “These really weren’t the circumstances I wanted to have this talk with you under, but I don’t know when we’re going to get this opportunity again any time soon.”
You blinked. Is he serious? You two were going to do this, right now? “Yuta.”
“I know that I couldn’t talk while I was gone. I know that before I left we weren’t left on a good note.” You said his name again, cutting him off, but he just kept going. “We should’ve talked about us.”
You looked over to make sure that Megumi and Itadori were already gone, and it relieved you that they were. This was a conversation that was way overdue, they didn’t need to hear it.
“Back then I was worried. If this went south I didn’t want to be gone knowing that you didn’t want to be around me. That’s why I kept delaying it.” He thumbed your hand, sighing. “That wasn’t the right thing to do. I know that now.”
You widened your eyes in an attempt to soothe yourself, feeling tears bubble up. “So, when I got back I was scared, I didn’t know what happened to you. I never want to feel like that again.”
He was hitting way too close to home. During the chaos that was October 31st, you kept thinking about the fact that you might not ever see him again. And you almost didn’t. You had just barely gotten out of the area before it disappeared.
The tears already began overflowing before he pulled you into his chest. This was the first time you really got to let everything out after everything that happened.
You were always so worried that putting labels on whatever this was would break the bond you had made with one another.
Nobody spoke until Yuta broke the silence, mumbling into your hair. “You know friends don’t do the things we do right?”
”yeah.”
@texas-bitch-yee
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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cw: choso x australian!reader ft. kangaroo!sukuna,
"CHOSAUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR!" the whole house shook as you called your husbands name.
choso knows nothing good ever comes from you screaming at him like that, so he takes a deep breath, then responds with all the reluctance in the world, "y-yes?"
you point off in some random direction. "there's a kangaroo in the backyad, i need you to gaur fight it."
choso deadpans. "what?"
"DAURNT make me repeat myself," you snap at him. "GET OUT THERE AND PROTECT OUR HOME."
"fuck— fine."
there's not much confidence in your husband's tone. he fucking hates doing this shit. the last time you sent him outside to 'protect your home' was when you saw a giant huntsman spider, that, by the way, BIT HIM, and you yelled at him for it!
choso grabs a broom, figuring he can just aim at the kangaroos' kneecaps and that'll be the end of it. except, choso didn't need a broom.
he needed a gun.
"Oi!"
oh my god this kangaroo can fucking talk too oh my god what the fuck is going on right now, is all that's going through choso's head as he looks this thing up and down. this kangaroo's buff as hell and well over 6 feet tall???
"im fuckin' dreaming right now bro why the fuck is there even pink kangaroo here?!" chosaur continues to panic as he talks to himself.
"first of all, this pink kangaroo has a name, and it's SUKUNA."
"sukuna??"
"yeah— the king of kangaroos, pleasure to meet ya."
"likewise." choso wants to cry right now.
the beefy kangaroo finally notices the broom in choso's hands and huffs out a laugh. "don't worry mate, you're not gonna need that today."
"what? what the fuck do you mean i'm not gonna need this today?!"
"exactly what i just said," sukuna repeats himself in a tone that makes it seem like he's doing choso a favor. "i suppose i just came here to warn you."
"about what?"
"me," the kangaroo's grin widens. "i'm gonna fuck your wife."
choso makes this weird sound that's really hard to describe, just know he's absolutely baffled right now. "you're a kangaroo! you can't fuck my wife!"
"i'm half human and the king of kangaroos— i can do whatever the FUCK i want."
"you're NOT fucking my wife!!"
"YES I AM," sukuna manically shouts back. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR WIFE. IM GONNA FUCK THE ACCENT OUT OF HER, TOO. BACKSHOTS, PRONE BONE, MATING PRESS, FULL FUCKING NELSON— IM TURNING HER EVERY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE."
"NO."
"YES." SUKUNA BEGINS TO LAUGH AS HE STARTS JUMPING AWAY RATHER JOYFULLY. "I'LL SEE YOU AND YOUR LOVELY, BREEDABLE WIFE SOON, CHOSAUR."
