#the pain and helplessness on yuuji's face

[dorky-kawa]

with the announcement of the s3 anime, i think this scene will be a CRAZY perfect place to end an episode. i can just hear a sad ED like 'give it back' playing as the scene fades out on yuuji's horrified expression...

[pseudowho]

Just got hit by the thought that Nanami would be an incredible social worker

While I think he would deeply, deeply have the heart for it, I think that the social work structure would leave him feeling ultimately helpless and dissatisfied, being unable to offer as much help or support as he wanted to, especially to vulnerable kids/teenagers.

As such, I would Headcanon him leaving social care behind, and becoming a foster carer to troubled teens.

I picture him woken by a phone call in the middle of the night.

I picture him making sure the room is set, for a fifteen year old boy whose grandfather had passed away, with nobody left in the world.

I picture him driving in the night, hair tousled and glasses on, briefly lit by streetlamp glow; he'd stop at a garage, and grab snacks, and drinks. He'd have a blanket and a pillow ready in the car.

I picture him meeting this fifteen year old boy, to whom he looks to stern and so unfriendly. The boy cringes, and shies, and tries to hide his tearstained face in the pillow and blanket in the back seat, beneath the in-out-in-out orange streetlamp glow.

I picture the boy settling in his new room and crying himself to sleep. He was so distracted by grief, he didn't notice the welcome basket, with new pyjamas, and toiletries, and gloves and socks and underpants, and a little laminated card of 'house rules'.

I picture Nanami getting up early to read the boy's case file, and pressing his face into his hands...before rising up from the table, and making a huge breakfast.

I picture the boy waking to the smell of eggs and bacon, and the man who doesn't smile much, but whose actions smile for him.

I picture the boy not trusting kindness without the expectation of reciprocity.

I picture patience; I picture the way the boy pushes limits like he's pushing against a seatbelt-- not, of course, because he wants the seatbelt to give way. He pushes because he wants to see if it holds...and, it does hold.

I picture the way that, slowly but surely, the boy opens up. Nanami discovers he does have a smile, and he does have a laugh, and he does have dreams and he does have aspirations.

I picture movie night. I picture staying out after curfew, and the clenching pain that comes with having disappointed Nanami. I picture growing out of clothes, gentle chastising tuts and smiles at too-short trousers. I picture Christmas, and therapy sessions by twinkling lights.

I picture the way that, when Nanami drops the boy to school, the boy turns back, and waves, and calls "Later, dad!" without having realised what he's done. But, Nanami does, and he gets a drive-thru coffee just to tear up a little in the lay-by.

I picture the way that the boy never knows how hard Nanami fights to keep him, when the social care system wants to move him to someone else again, and again, and again, just another boy lost in the system.

I picture the way that the boy sees other boys and girls come and go...but he stays, always, and he doesn't know why.

I picture the way Nanami doesn't let the boy see the adoption papers, until it's 100% certain that the boy will accept.

It's silly, really. Yuuji would have accepted being adopted, the first time Nanami Kento offered breakfast and a kiss on the forehead, instead of a smile.

☝️ Nanami Kento, unable to say 'no' to the next waif or stray

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[rosekeu]

[ Moonlight on the River ]

Sypnosis: The final battle came way earlier than you expected, and amidst all the chaos, your lover got wrapped up in its twisted fate. How were you supposed to react when you couldn't do anything to save the boy you had loved since childhood?

A/N: manga spoilers, implied death, hurt no comfort, angst. 1.7k words. listen to moonlight on the river by mac demarco or space song by beach house.

[ ao3 link ]

”Gojo, please you need to listen to me. Please, you don’t get it.” You violently sobbed, gripping your mentor’s wrist, pleading with him to listen. His eyes swept over you making sure you weren’t hurt.

Blood began to drip from the gash on your neck as you paused to take a couple shaky breaths trying to calm your nerves. “Please, you can’t kill him. I need him. He’s still Megumi.”

“You can’t do this to me…please Gojo.”

“I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM PLEASE!” He stayed silent. You waited for him to say something, anything.

You stared back at him, clenching your fist as your eyes darkened, “I don’t care what happens to me, I need him back no matter what.”

You glanced at the figure looking past Gojo, it was wearing Megumi's face and body but the rest belonged to the evil man, the curse, who destroyed the place you used to call home. The same man who stole your friend's humanity away. Even more tears began to fall down your face as you turned to Gojo with a defeated expression, sadly still containing a miniscule glimmer of hope. A tiny part of you hoped that your lover could return safely. A tiny part of you naively believed.

“Is she alright?” Gojo asked Yuuji, who wasn’t standing too far away, still avoiding your piercing gaze. “Except for the gash on her neck, there’s only a few bruises on her so she should be okay…for now.”

As Gojo started to free himself from your grip, he threw Yuuji a knowing look. And suddenly, you were trapped in Gojo's arms. “No, no, no. GOJO! PLEASE NO!” You struggled in his hold, but he only tightened it in response

"Everything will be okay.” Your mouth fell open as your eyes widened. You could feel your chest tighten as the panic rose within you as Gojo’s hold on you tightened. “Just leave it to me.”

You begged him to change his mind, desperate to get away, but his expression was unwavering.

“LET GO OF ME! PLEASE!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” You pleaded, tears streaming down your face, hoping that your desperation would somehow break through to him.

As Gojo walked towards Yuuji he handed you over to him. The boy with pink hair had a strong hold on you while wearing a solemn expression.

“NO! PLEASE GOJO ITS MEGUMI!“ You started screaming out to your teacher once more, your voice breaking. Despite your agony, Yuuji knew this was for the best. It was the right decision for you to suffer.

"PLEASE, I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!” Your words were ignored as the King of Curses fought with your teacher, while using the body of your lover as a puppet. You could feel the desperation rising inside of you as the fight progressed. You felt utterly helpless when you realized that your pleas had been ignored.

“Yuuji. Let me go, I need to stop him.” You seem to be in dire need of anything to occur. Something that is going to alter Megumi's destiny. since you were aware that one of them would die if they got into a duel. There was a sense of impending disaster hanging in the air, pressing you to do something.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You attempted to escape his hold, thrashing in his arms but it was in vain as his grip on you only tightened. Yuuji led you to the sidelines where the rest of your comrades were watching the battle take place. You cried out in pain, anger, and most of all sadness.

The raven haired boy you grew up with was going to be killed.

You never got to say goodbye.

There were so many unspoken words between the two of you.

You needed more time.

You needed a chance to unravel the tangled emotions and express what you truly felt.

The weight of those desires lingered, leaving a deeply rooted seed of regret. But alas, moments slipped through your fingers like sand, and now all that remains in the haunting presence of what could've been.

You needed to hug him one last time.

You needed to kiss him one last time.

As if pleading with the universe

You needed to see him smile again

You needed to hear him laugh again.

You needed to touch him again.

Would the universe make you forget his face after all this was over? Would the universe grant you the mental peace of fading memories and erase the pain which would linger in your heart? Or would it be a cruel and unforgiving reminder, tattooing his face deeper into your mind, tormenting you with what might've been?

Unfair. Unfair. Unfair

Why did it have to be him?

Why did fate choose to intertwine your paths, only to keep you both apart? So many questions and no answers, only leaving you to wonder about what a cruel twist of destiny the world had granted you. In the midst of the chaos all around you, thoughts of you and him kept flooding into your mind.

“The stars... they look really nice tonight–” You spun around to face Megumi. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” He but he was too busy focusing on you, instead of those stupid stars. To him you were much prettier.

He acknowledged the beauty of the stars. But compared to you, they were a dull contrast. You shined brighter than any star imaginable.

He cast a long glance at your lips before the two of you locked eyes. Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. He cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other around yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you melted into his touch.

Another memory rang through your mind.

Fushiguro sat with his back against the wall, statue-still and cold. You reached out to hold his hand but he quickly withdrew.

You tried again but he said. “Don’t.”

His voice was laced with contempt. After today's mission, you were injured severely. And even though all of you came back alive, he couldn't spare himself from the guilt of not being by your side.

“Don’t what?” you asked, flatly.

His jaw locked, and he stared at you with empty eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He glances at your bruised arms and fist. “I don’t–” He started and then he looked at the bandage that wrapped around your head and the limp you seemed to have on your right leg. “I don’t know what to–”

So that's what it was about. Your injuries…He wasn't mad at you.

He was mad at himself.

You place your hands on either side of his face with a firm hold. “Stop it.”

His eyes still avoid my gaze like the plague. “It’s not your fault. Everyone got a bit roughed up–”

He cut you off. “You were injured the most out of everyone else. And we were just facing a grade 1 curse, imagine if it was a special grade.”

You paused and pondered, what would've happened if the curse was special grade? Well, it didn’t matter now. The important thing is that you were alive and breathing. “There’s no point in thinking about that now. Stop torturing yourself.”

Megumi’s expression didn’t waver.

“I wasn’t there.”

“You were there when I needed you to be.” You said, hands sliding off his face to hold his hands. “I can take care of myself.”

“I swore I would be there for you and I wasn't. I swore to keep you safe and you weren't.” His words pierced your heart like a dagger. You wanted to reassure him that you were okay. That a few injuries meant nothing to you. And that it shouldn't be to him.

“I’m–”

“You were terrified.” His voice was filled with turmoil as he interrupted you. “When you called out to me, I’ll never forget your voice.”

Before he could keep going, you gently placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "I understand why you’re upset," you whispered softly, "But please trust me when I say that I am stronger than you think. Plus after a few days I’ll be as good as new!” You smiled, and you leaned in to kiss him.

As your lips met, you could feel the mixture of relief and longing in the kiss. It was a bittersweet moment for Fushiguro, as he realized that while he was relieved to have finally expressed his concerns, there was still a lingering sadness knowing that he could have done something to change the outcome.

That was the first time you had seen him so worried about something or someone. “I love you.”

Punches were thrown at the concrete, causing the ground to tremble, and you were pulled back into reality. Yuuji was still holding you in his lap and Yuuta was healing you in the meantime applying his reversed cursed technique.

You grabbed him unexpectedly, mumbling softly, “Yuuta... I need him back...” He smiled sadly at you.

“I need to tell him that I love him one last time...” Your voice breaks at the idea and your eyes well up with tears. Yuuta’s hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing it gently.

“He knows.” Okkotsu reassures you, healing all your wounds successfully,“I promise.”

With a trembling voice, you whisper, "I don't know how I'll go on without him." The weight of your emotions hangs heavy in the air, as if silently begging for a miracle to bring him back.

Your face loses all emotion as you wrap your arms around Yuuji’s neck. To help you feel a little better, he holds you close and gently rocks you back and forth. You experience defeat. You can’t help but let your sorrow and regret consume you. As you bury your face in Yuuji's shoulder, you feel a mix of comfort and despair. The weight of your emotions becomes unbearable, leaving you feeling completely helpless. It's as if the world around you has come crashing down, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming grief. Your will to live escaping your bloody grasp.

"I’m home, there's moonlight on the river. Everybody dies."

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 19

Yuuji's body slammed against the curse's relentless onslaught, each blow sending shockwaves of pain through him. Gasping for breath, he struggled to regain his footing amidst the chaos.

"What was that? A cursed energy barrier?" Yuuji's mind raced with thoughts, trying to make sense of the curse's unexpected tactics. His body throbbed with pain as he staggered upright, determination fueling his resolve to keep fighting.

The curse, mocking in its superiority, advanced with malicious intent. Yuuji braced himself as another wave of attacks bore down upon him. He gritted his teeth against the searing pain, his hands burning with cursed energy.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Why am I...?" Yuuji's thoughts fragmented as pain clouded his mind. Memories flashed through his consciousness, a desperate attempt to distract himself from the agony. "If only I hadn't picked up that finger back then... If I hadn't eaten it... If only I agreed to run away with her, would she still be safe?’

‘I’m sorry N/n, if only I wasn't selfish enough not to think of you or any consequences.’

Tears welled in Yuuji's eyes, a mixture of sorrow and frustration at his helplessness. The weight of his decisions and their consequences pressed down on him, threatening to overwhelm his resolve.

"STOP!" Yuuji's voice cracked with anguish, a plea to halt the onslaught, whether directed at the curse or himself, he wasn't sure. He forced himself to focus, to push aside the regrets and doubts that threatened to paralyze him.

"Don't think!" Yuuji closed his eyes tightly, trying to shut out everything except the present moment. The pain intensified, coursing through his body with an almost unbearable intensity. He was thrown violently against the wall, the impact jarring his senses and leaving his body battered and bruised.

"Have I gotten so weak?" Yuuji's self-doubt crept in, questioning his own abilities in the face of such overwhelming adversity. The pain in his body mirrored the anguish in his heart. "I thought I was strong... I thought I'd be able to protect N/n," he sobbed, the weight of failure heavy on his shoulders. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with sweat and blood. His hands trembled not only from the physical strain but from the emotional turmoil within.

"But I was wrong." The words escaped in a choked whisper, filled with regret and sorrow. Every failure, every loss, echoed in his mind, amplifying his grief. The memory of your sacrifice haunted him, a reminder of his shortcomings as a protector and a friend. The pain of losing you cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving a void in his heart.

Despite the overwhelming despair threatening to engulf him, deep within Yuuji, a spark of determination flickered. It was fueled by the memories of your courage, your strength, and your unwavering resolve. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of your absence like a physical ache. But amidst the grief and self-doubt, he found a resolve to carry on.

"I won't give up," he whispered fiercely, his voice raw with emotion. His gaze hardened, staring defiantly at the curse before him. "I'll get stronger. I'll protect everyone." Each word was a promise, a vow he made to himself and to your memory. With a deep breath, he steadied himself, ready to face whatever came next with renewed determination.

The grief was still there, aching and raw, but Yuuji channeled it into a fierce determination to honor your death.. He would not let your death be in vain.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Yuuji steadied himself. His hands trembled with fatigue and pain, but his resolve hardened. The vivid memory of your lifeless, headless body lying there filled his heart with a surge of rage and sorrow. The room around him seemed to blur as he focused solely on the curse before him, the source of his anguish.

‘The negative emotions of mankind become the source of curses. So all the hate, fear, and regret… Let it all out…’ Yuuji clenched his hand, feeling the cursed energy pulsate through him, a conduit for his grief and fury. “AND PUT IT IN YOUR FIST!” he yelled, his voice echoing with raw determination. Red cursed energy erupted from his hand, wrapping around his fist like a blazing inferno.

Without hesitation, Yuuji charged at the curse, his footsteps pounding against the ground with each powerful stride. His fist connected with the curse, but instead of the satisfying crunch of impact, the curse caught his punch effortlessly. Its grotesque face twisted into a mocking grin as it held his fist, relishing in its superiority.

“Damn it!” Yuuji cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes wide with frustration. The curse's mocking laughter echoed through the room, a cruel reminder of his helplessness. But then, a distant, familiar sound reached his ears—a howl. It was Fushiguro’s signal. A flicker of hope reignited within him.

‘Fushiguro…,’ Yuuji thought, the realization giving him a momentary reprieve from the weight of despair. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and relinquished control to Sukuna, the malevolent spirit within him.

As Sukuna took over, a palpable shift occurred. Yuuji’s body radiated a dark, menacing energy as the tattoos of the King of Curses spread across his skin. “What a thoroughly annoying brat,” Sukuna muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “He's obviously screwing with me.” He turned his gaze toward the curse, now trembling in fear.

With a casual motion, Sukuna placed a hand on the curse’s shoulder, his grip conveying both power and contempt. “Hold on a moment. I'm thinking,” he said, closing his eyes as if deep in thought. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he pondered, “What can I do to make that brat regret this?”

A twisted idea formed in his mind, and he turned back to the curse, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. “Hey, let's go kill some kids,” he suggested with a smirk, letting go of the curse's shoulder. The terrified creature took the opportunity to leap away, but Sukuna's eyes followed its every move with predatory precision.

“Follow me,” Sukuna commanded as he casually regenerated Yuuji’s battered limbs. The curse hesitated, sensing the danger, and opted to attack instead. But Sukuna merely sighed, as if bored by the futile defiance. “Idiot,” he muttered, deflecting the attack effortlessly with a flick of his hand. “Ah, shit. I healed this one, too,” he noted with mild annoyance, glancing at his left hand.

The curse gasped, realizing the futility of its efforts. Sukuna’s gaze bore into it, filled with a cold, merciless amusement. “Don't like long walks?” Sukuna taunted. “Well, cursed spirits are usually supposed to stay where they're born. Fine, in that case…” In a blur of motion, Sukuna appeared right in front of the curse, his speed incomprehensible. “You die here,” he declared, his voice a chilling whisper of finality.

With a single, devastating blow, Sukuna sent the curse crashing to the ground. He bent down, his expression one of mocking curiosity. “Hey, what's the matter?” he jeered at the prone creature. “You're not finished already, are you?” The curse struggled, trying to muster any form of resistance. “That's it. Come on, try harder,” Sukuna encouraged, stamping his foot on its head with a sickening crunch.

“Hey, did you know, we’re both classified as special-grade, apparently,” Sukuna remarked conversationally, as if discussing the weather. He glanced at the curse pinned against the wall, its limbs grotesquely mangled. “But you know, man…” He paused, watching the curse desperately attempt to regenerate its shattered body. “Good Special-Grade. Keep trying.”

The curse launched itself at Sukuna, a last-ditch effort to survive. Sukuna merely raised an eyebrow, almost impressed by its persistence. “You look happy. Want me to praise you?” he asked with a twisted smile. “But healing with cursed energy isn't that hard for cursed spirits, unlike humans. Neither you nor this brat truly understand what curses are.” His voice took on a darker, more sinister edge. “This is a good opportunity, so I'll show you… what real jujutsu is.”

With deliberate movements, Sukuna placed his hands together, murmuring under his breath. “Domain Expansion.” Instantly, the surroundings transformed into a nightmarish landscape, with crimson clouds swirling above a macabre shrine. “Malevolent Shrine!” he declared, his voice echoing through the surreal domain. The curse screamed in agony as its body was sliced into countless pieces by invisible blades of cursed energy.

“I was planning to cut you in three slices, but you're really weak,” Sukuna commented dispassionately as the domain dissipated, returning the room to its original state. He glanced at the curse’s dismembered remains, a bored expression on his face. “Oh yeah, and then there's this,” he added, reaching into the curse’s chest and pulling out a grotesque object. “I'll be taking this.”

As Sukuna began to walk away, he paused, his gaze drawn to your headless body lying nearby, seemingly unaffected by his domain expansion. His eyes narrowed with curiosity. ‘What the fuck,’ he thought, crouching down to inspect your body more closely. Placing his hand on your limp form, he felt an eerie, almost magnetic force that seemed to want to pull him in—a sensation of chains, symbolic of control.

Yet, beneath this cold, calculated surface, there was something else. As his fingers brushed against your body, a warmth spread through him—a soft, almost comforting sensation that felt utterly alien in the chaotic world he thrived in. It was as if an invisible embrace was wrapping around him, reminiscent of a loving hug, something maternal and pure. For a moment, Sukuna’s expression softened, an involuntary reaction to this unfamiliar feeling.

A wide smirk spread across Sukuna’s face at the discovery, though it was tinged with something he couldn't quite place. “You truly are fascinating,” he murmured, a hint of admiration mingling with confusion in his tone. He kicked your body away, sending it crashing into the wall. The potential for a formidable opponent excited him, yet the sensation lingered, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. He stood up straight, letting out an annoyed sigh.

Even as he tried to dismiss it, the warmth persisted. It was like a gentle whisper in the back of his mind, something tender that clashed violently with his nature. ‘What is this?’ Sukuna thought, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. He prided himself on his indifference, his ability to crush anything and anyone without a second thought. But this… this was different. It was soft, inviting, and utterly unwelcome.

Sukuna knows you are not exactly alive, but he knows you're not dead either. There was something almost haunting about your presence, something that stirred unwanted emotions deep within him. He couldn't hate these feelings, yet he couldn't like them either. They were a challenge to his very being, a strange and disconcerting anomaly.

“This sucks. If you're gonna switch, just do it already!” he called out, his voice laced with impatience, as if trying to shake off the unsettling sensation. Closing his eyes, Sukuna waited, a few minutes passing in silence. The warmth faded slightly, but not completely, leaving behind a residual feeling that gnawed at him.

“What’s the matter, brat?” he taunted, his smirk widening, trying to reassert his usual demeanor. But beneath the bravado, the strange warmth lingered, a ghost of something long buried and forgotten.

‘This day just got so much better,’

-

Kape?

[titichan]

The Taste of Betrayal

Chapter-6

Tags: Vampire!Au, Vampire-Hunter dynamics, Bottom!Yuuji, Top!Gojo, Top!Sukuna, Threesome, M/M/M, Sex toys, Bondage, Slight bdsm, Rough sex, A little bit of gore, porn with Plot, Slight mentions of Meimei and Nanami, Author is Sukuna's bitch, Blackmailing, Sex tapes, Filming, Other tags will be added as I commence

Note: NSFW 😏🔥 But ye, my first time writing such shit- so pls do tell meh if I've made any mistek :D

Sukuna rubbed the long, diagonal face scar of the hunter with his thumb. 

"Honey, your scar looks so beautiful~ Like a work of art~" He sneered, as he traced the cut. 

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Yuuji spat out the words on him, disgusted.  

Sukuna grinned, as his other hand, which was coated with lube, snaked near the rim of his hole. 

A sudden intrusion inside of him made Yuuji’s hips to buck up, eliciting a breathy moan from him. 

Prodding the tight hole of his, the vampire's thick middle finger curled up in his insides. 

"Darling~ Relax a bit... you're going to cut my finger off~" The black-haired teased Yuuji, as he bent down to kiss him.  

In resistance, the hunter kept his mouth shut, refusing to kiss him. In any way. 

Out of a sudden, the finger had hit the prostrate, which made Yuuji see stars- leaving his mouth agape.  

Using that opportunity, he slid his tongue into his mouth, cutting down all the lewd moans he was making.  

As he withdrew from the kiss, his canine teeth brushed on his soft lips, drawing out blood from it. The vampire licked the blood out, a sinister grin pasted on his face.  

"Mmm~ Darlin'~ I guess... I found it." His finger abused his prostrate mercilessly, slowly adding digits, one by one, till he had three thick digits shoved up in Yuuji’s ass.  

  

Yuuji felt like his body was melting right away with a strange mix of overwhelming pleasure and pain. 

"Haah...st-stop...I... hate this..." Yuuji struggled to speak, panting heavily. 

At that, the vampire smiled, softly tapping on the tip of the pink-haired's hardened member. 

"Really? You hate it?...then what's this coming out of your dick, huh?" Pre-cum coated his fingers, as Yuuji whimpered under his touch. 

"Ugh...no...please..." Yuuji couldn't just bear the humiliation anymore. Tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, being all helpless.  

Teasing him, Sukuna prompted, "Please what? Tell me clearly, honey~" 

Glaring knives at him, the hunter raised his hand to punch him again. But no sooner he raised his hand, it was pinned down with a hard, crashing force of the Vampire's large palm.  

"Hmm...you're being quite disobedient, you know?" Sukuna's eyes gleamed a dangerous reddish glow, as he withdrew his fingers from his insides. 

An unwanted moan escaped Yuuji’s lips due to the sudden action. 

  

For God's sake, he really hated himself now.  

  

A faint laugh from the vampire could be heard, as he manhandled the hunter by picking him up by the waist. Suddenly, he slammed him down with his chest on the bed.  

A muffled cry came from the hunter's mouth.  

Sukuna trailed his hand along his backbone, tracing the scars of his back.  

Just when, Yuuji noticed something on the bedside table.  

'Papers?...What are they- wait.' 

His blood froze when he saw that there was a picture of him over there. He, in his undercover form of the personal secretary.  

He had a feeling that he was caught.  

Seeing Yuuji in such a state, Sukuna leaned forward, cupping his face in one hand, as he spoke low behind his ears. 

"Aww... where did all that vigour go, Darlin'? Or should I say...Itadori Yuuji?" 

Yes, he was screwed now, and he was found out. 

He just couldn't believe that he actually fell for the vampire's trap. 

Eyeing back at him with the utmost hate, he growled, "I will kill you, you bastard." 

The vampire broke into slight chuckle, before pinning him down on the bed by his neck. 

Yuuji choked as tears dribbled down his cheeks.  

Before he could even make out what's happening, Sukuna had spread his ass cheeks and thrusted himself right into him. 

Tremendous pain and pleasure shot through Yuuji. 

'No...I have to get out of here...' 

'I'm not some kind of prostitute... I don't even like this thing much...then why....' 

His eyes rolled back into his skull, as he gripped the sheets for his dear life. 

'Why does it feel so fucking...good?' 

  

Unknown to him, Sukuna was actually filming him. Noticing that he was about to pass out, he cackled to himself, repositioning his phone.  

"Now...this is where the fun begins~" 

  

[sukunasweetheart]

A better way to enjoy chocolate.

Pretty much just reader trying to give Sukuna some chocolates on Valentines. Highschool AU, gender-neutral reader, SFW content

Sukuna looks at the pile of boxed chocolates, seemingly unphased. Everyone peers to look. “Uwah! You got so much this year!” Yuuji exclaims. “Ridiculous.” He sighs, shoving all of them into a disposable plastic bag. “It’s actually pretty amazing how you went out of your way to bring your own plastic bag for this. You were expecting this, weren’t you? Pretentious bastard,” Nobara adds. “Well, it does happen every year,” Megumi says as he casually scrolls through his phone.

Megumi's the first one to leave for class and Nobara and Yuuji follow after him. You look at the daunting bag of chocolates Sukuna holds in his hand and gulps. “Do you like chocolate, Sukuna?” You ask him carefully. “...Not particularly. I don’t like sweet things. But if I throw these out, that idiot’ll never stop yapping about it. Something about going to hell if you waste food. So annoying,” he clicks his tongue. You offer a laugh at his brutal honesty, quietly regretting your own chocolates that you had made to give him today.

The two of you were dating anyway, so it wasn’t exactly necessary, right? Sukuna discreetly gives you a side glance, but you don’t notice it.

Morning classes passed by without much happening, and it soon became lunch. You watch as a classmate approaches Sukuna at his desk and holds her own homemade chocolate out towards him. “Hey. I just wanted to give you this. No feelings involved though, so don’t worry about it,” she tells him. This was obviously said for you to hear, since there was almost nobody in this school who didn’t know of his relationship with you (Sukuna is notorious for just as many reasons as Yuuji is...maybe a little more towards the sinister side of things). This apparently didn’t stop people from trying though, unfortunately. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel the least bothered by this. Sukuna looks at her lazily, and just gestures towards the bulging plastic bag that lay beside his desk. The class atmosphere freezes up a little as everyone looks over. S-So cold…! They all thought in unison.

However, the girl just gives a small chuckle as if she had been expecting such a reaction and just added hers onto the pile before going back to her own group of friends. “What a cruel guy,” Nobara gives Sukuna a look of distaste. He shrugs in response and proceeds to yawn. “Now, now…” You naturally take the role of the peacemaker, simultaneously thinking about what you should do with your chocolates. You had actually made four small bags, one for each of your friends. They were wrapped in clear plastic sleeves, tied up with a ribbon on top. Except, Sukuna’s one is...

Yuuji and Megumi both stroll in through the classroom door. “Yo~! We came to visit. Let’s eat lunch here today!” He says cheerfully. The two of them take the empty seats of the students who went to the cafeteria to eat. You couldn’t give the chocolates to Sukuna in front of them. Then you’d have to give him his as well - or else it'd feel like you were excluding him. Guess I'll just give it to them later on, privately.

“And? Where’s our choco, Y/N?” Nobara cheekily grins at you. You freeze up, mind giving you a throwback to the memories of last night when you had told her of your plans in advance. Silent panic echoes in your mind. “I-It’s,” You feel Sukuna’s gaze shift onto you, “...In my bag!” You hurriedly rummage your bag and pull out the three bags, making sure to avoid eye contact. “I made one for all three of you…” You say, avoiding eye contact with him. “Eh? You made one for us too?” Yuuji asks, wide-eyed. “Yeah. I thought I’d give it a try this year.” You hand them all over. “Thanks, Y/N!” Yuuji immediately opens it and plops one into his mouth. “It’s good!” Megumi also gives you a thanks but puts it to the side for now, wanting to finish his lunch first. Nobara gives you a questioning look. “What about Sukuna?” “Eh? Ah, I... kind of figured he didn’t like sweets so,” you turn to face him. “Sorry, Sukuna. Should I have made you some as well? I wasn’t sure if couples who were already dating gave chocolates on Valentines.” It’s a painful lie, but you manage to say it. “...No. I don't really care.” He looks entirely unaffected. It kind of hurt in its own way, but you ignore it and sigh out of relief for now. It was way too embarrassing to give it to him in front of the group. But now that you've said such a lie, you don't think you’ll be able to give it to him at all anymore. There was a bit of an awkward silence momentarily, but Yuuji being Yuuji - naturally carried the group's conversation elsewhere.

A few minutes later, Sukuna stands up to go to the toilet. Whilst Yuuji and Megumi are talking about something that you admittedly zoned out on, Nobara snatches up your bag and takes a peek inside. “H-Hey!” You shout-whispered. “...I knew it. You did make them! Why are you-” She stops and notices their shape. “That’s so...cute?” She gives out an amused laugh and quietly puts it back down. You fan at your face, cheeks aching with embarrassment. “Make sure you give them to him. Trust me. I’ll beat him up if he doesn’t appreciate it,” she tells you. “I’ll try…” you say meekly. Unbeknownst to you, Yuuji grins at Megumi upon hearing this and Megumi responds with his own subtle smile. 

- The bell rings for the end of school. Sukuna stands and leaves first, telling you that he had something he needed to do after school and that you should go home first. Before you can stop him, he's already left the classroom. “Go after him,” Nobara pushes you, so you hurriedly pack your things up before running out.

More than ten minutes have passed, and you can’t find him. You want to call or text him, but you’re worried that he was in the midst of doing something important. It’s rare of him to stay back at school, after all. You sigh, and tell yourself that you’ll just give up with this year’s one.

Walking out of the school’s entrance, you see Sukuna standing nearby with his usual bored expression, hands in his pockets. He catches sight of you and immediately approaches. “I thought you had something to do at school?” You start to say. “Obviously a lie. What took you so damn long?” He scratches the back of his head in annoyance. “I was looking for you inside! Also why did you lie?” You question him. “Nevermind that. You could have just called...No, that’s not the issue right now. Give.” He suddenly stretches his palm out in front of you. “Eh? Give what?” The thought of the chocolates go right over your head.

“You...the thing that you gave to everyone else except me. I know you have mine. Don’t keep me waiting,” He says, frowning. The realisation hits you like a truck and you give him a helpless smile. “How’d you know…?” You ask, quick to reach into your bag. “How long do you think I’ve known you for? The others probably knew too,” he says nonchalantly. “But I thought you wouldn’t want them...you've gotten so much. And you don’t even like sweets.” You place the bag gently on his palm. “Idiot. We’re dating. There’s no reason to not accept them if you've made some for me.” He gives them a look and grins.  “Oh…? Now I understand why you couldn’t give it to me in front of the others.”

Only Sukuna’s chocolates were heart-shaped, when the others' had been circular ones. He’d rather die than admit it, but he thrives on getting this kind of special attention from you. You get flustered and look at your feet. “It’s true that I don’t really like sweets.” He tells you suddenly. “You don’t have to force yourself to eat them-” “But there’s a way of eating them that would make it taste a bit better,” he cuts you off. You were confused as to what he was talking about, and you watched as he opened the bag and popped one of them into his mouth before pulling you in for a kiss.

Your eyes were widened in shock as you barely had the time to register all of this - he was already slipping his tongue into your mouth. One hand on your hip, and the other on the back of your neck, you're so close to his body, getting pulled into his warmth that threatens to melt you, the taste of the chocolate starting to spreading across your taste buds as he's making out with you passionately. Before you know it, you're reciprocating the gesture and kissing him back, your hands rising up, gripping tightly onto his uniform. Chocolate has never tasted any sweeter. You can feel your own body beginning to heat up and you're gradually running out of breath. As your tongue is intertwining with his, the chocolate is getting pushed back and forth, and your desire to get even closer to him is growing, growing, growing.

The last of the chocolate had melted away from the exhilarating temperature the two of you had built up and he finally breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and gasping for air. You can't tell if this remaining aftertaste that lingered on your tongue was the taste of the chocolate, or the taste of him. Nonetheless, you adore it.

“Much better.” He licks his lips and smirks at you. Still in shock, you lack a response except for your flustered face and your eyes that are now reflecting a glint of lust within. Sukuna hums in satisfaction at this expression of yours and he gently drags his thumb across your lower lip.

“We should do this more often.”

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Of Two Worlds (Book 2) Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Sukuna

            That’s all ten, thought Jogo as he finished feeding the rest of Sukuna’s fingers to Itadori. Which means he’s consumed fifteen so far.

            Mimiko and Nanako had given him one, the original finger everyone had sensed, but Jogo finished it so that Sukuna could gain control over Itadori for a bit. As the human woman has said, Itadori could handle a finger a day and lose no control to Sukuna, but if forced to ingest multiple at once…Sukuna would overtake the body for some time.

            Jogo had hurried to Itadori’s injured body and fed the fingers to him while Nox…Well, the volcano curse really had no idea what he was up to, but now was not the time to question him or worry about it. They had a chance to get Sukuna of their side; Jogo had to take it.

            Jogo turned as he heard a cough. Mimiko and Nanako stood to the side, slightly burned but not dead. “Ah, so you’re alive.” Probably due to one of their techniques, but they looked scared. They likely can’t do it several times. “What a pain.” He raised a hand to send cremating flames towards them, and his eyes widened. Purple blood dripped from his stump of a wrist with the hand cut clean off.

            “You have one second,” drawled a deep voice. Four scarlet eyes looked at Jogo with dangerous finality. “Move.”

            Jogo moved so fast it could have been mistaken for. He, Nanako, and Mimiko stared in fear at Sukuna as he stood stretched his limbs. The energy pouring from him was so malevolent it rooted them in place, freezing any thought of moving.

            Sukuna’s attention turned to them. “Holding your heads a little high, don’t you think?”

            Mimiko and Nanako dropped to the ground, their heads pressed to the ground, while Jogo knelt on one knee. An unseen blade, almost materializing out of thin air, slashed through his forehead, taking off part of his head and destroying the wall behind. Blood began to pour down his face as his eyes widened in horror.

            “You thought kneeling on just one knee would be enough?” Sukuna grinned maliciously. “The boughs that bear most hang lowest. But it seems your head doesn’t bear much. You, kids. Is there something you’d like to ask of me? I’ll give you one finger’s worth of time. Go on.”

            “Down below…” began Nanako hesitantly, not daring to move her head from the floor. “There’s a man wearing a priest’s robe with stitches on his forehead. Please…kill him.”

            “Please free Master Geto,” said Mimiko.

            “We know where there’s another finger. If you kill them, we’ll tell you where it is,” said Nanako.

            Sukuna hummed for a moment. ���Raise your heads.”

            Mimiko and Nanako looked up at him, hopeful looks on their faces. The hope turned to horror as cursed energy sank through their hands and legs. They cried out as they were sliced by Sukuna’s technique.

            “You thought you could order me around just for a finger or two?” He scoffed. “Pathetic. Get out of my sight. You can’t even use Cursed Technique’s now.”

            Mimiko and Nanako, limping and pulling their destroyed hands to their chests, hurried off down the hall. Sukuna didn’t really care if they ran since they were useless, and if he got involved in a fight, they would die anyways.

            Sukuna turned to Jogo. “You’re next, cursed spirit. What do you need?”

            “Nothing,” said Jogo quietly.

            “What?” Sukuna arched an eyebrow incredulously.

            “Our objective is to fully revive you. Right now, Itadori is helpless to counter, but this is only temporary. Surely you know that better than anyone.” Jogo looked up pleadingly, an embarrassment he normally would rather die that show but in front of the King of Curses, he could not do anything else. “Make a binding vow with Itadori Yuuji before he takes control again! A binding vow that’ll let you take over his body permanently! Shibuya is crawling with Itadori’s friends! Use them as leverage! We have strong allies who will help you!”

            “Not necessary,” said Sukuna, looking down disdainfully at Jogo. He laughed. “But you cursed spirits sure are desperate. Do you have anything else of value for me?” Jogo glanced around nervously. Alas, he had no idea if anything he had or knew would be important to Sukuna. “I thought not. Still, as a token of my appreciation for the fingers, if you can land even a hit on me, I’ll do as you cursed spirits ask for now. As for my first order of business…How about I kill every human in Shibuya? All but one, that is.” Megumi’s face came to mind, as did (Y/N)’s, but Sukuna hardly saw her as a human. She was, after all, half curse.

            “It’s a deal,” said Jogo, standing up and summoning all the courage he had left.

            Things probably would have gone better for the poor fire curse if he knew a little more about his King of Curses.

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            After several buildings were destroyed and some sorcerers were nearly killed, Jogo stood with a ball of flames in his hand and faced Sukuna, who brandished a deadly arrow of fire. Jogo felt he could almost see the spirits of his exorcised companions.

            “Sorry, Hanami. Dagon. Miku,” said Jogo, gazing at them as a sense of calm washed over him.

            “Mahito is still alive,” said Miku, smiling. She existed as a swirling cloud forced into a human shape with lightning flickering around her, in her natural form like the rest of the curses.

            “Death is something humans fear and detest. However, humans linger beyond it as well,” said Hanami. “Death is a mirror for humans. Mahito is that mirror. Mahito will continue to grow stronger. That’s why you propped him up as the leader.”

            “And Nox still lives. Humans always revered the night; he’s always had that sway over them in a way none of our present or previous forms ever did,” said Miku. “He’ll further our goals.”

            Jogo sighed and looked down. “When we’re reborn, we’ll no longer be the same as before. Even so, I’ll be anticipating the day we meet again.” And then he was once again alone with his thoughts. “We’re the true humans.”

            “So you wanted to become human?” Sukuna didn’t allow his gaze to soften, his own thoughts kept well away from the surface, but his tone was still more respectful. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Not becoming a human literally. More like taking their place, right? That said…it makes it all the more foolish. Humans flocking together. Curses flocking together. Comparing themselves to those around them leads to weakness and stunts their growth. You should have burnt everything you desired to a cinder without thinking. To reach the heights of Gojo Satoru and not worry about the future or identity. But you lacked the hunger to take hold of your desires.” Sukuna chuckled. “True power comes from destroying the world that does not take you as you are to build your own. I’ve seen that power time and time again.”

            “You’re probably right,” said Jogo, accepting his fate.

            “But you know, this was actually fun while it lasted. Human jujutsu sorcerers. Cursed spirits. You’re not bad compared to those I fought over the last thousand years.” A small smile spread across Sukuna face, eyes softening for a moment. “Stand proud. You’re strong.”

            Tears began to fall down Jogo’s face. He felt them fall onto his hand and looked at them. “What…is this?”

            “Tears,” said Sukuna as his flames hit Jogo and the curse began to burn away. “Tears of joy because you will reunited with your companions in the next life and have proved yourself in this one.”

            “Inspiring words,” said a new voice.

            Sukuna turned. He frowned for a moment as he looked at the person with white and plum red hair wearing monk clothing and the masked woman, who had traded her Halloween costume for black heels, a long dark skirt, and a light grey button-down. “Wait…” he said as he recognized them. It had been years, but they had not left his mind.

            “You don’t recognize your wife and spouse?” The woman rolled her jade eyes and tossed her red hair over her shoulder. “Unbelievable, and after all the trouble we went to getting here.”

            “I’m sure he’s just been busy,” said the monk.

            “Ren?! Uraume?!” said Sukuna incredulously. A genuine smile appeared on his face. For a thousand years, he had not seen them and mourned their deaths. They were human, after all. But seeing them stand in front of him, he understood that Ren’s intelligence had found a way for them to survive and return to his side. God, he had missed them. Sukuna took a step forward to greet his wife and spouse properly, but Ren put a hand up.

            “That is the body of a teenager, don’t even think about it,” said Ren.

            Sukuna scowled. “What?! It will be my body soon enough.”

            “It is, unfortunately, still Itadori Yuuji’s for the time being,” said Uraume.

            “And we’re cruel, but we’re not creeps,” said Ren.

            “I didn’t miss you two getting along so well,” muttered Sukuna.

            “Well, we’ve been a married couple while you were stuck as twenty fingers,” said Ren, taking ahold of Uraume’s hand just to make fun of Sukuna.

            “But we were trying to find a way to help you,” said Uraume, nodding to their husband. “We just had to wait until someone or something ingested a finger.”

            “And then we got a wonderful offer to help some cursed spirits seal Gojo Satoru. Since that and the rest of their goals aligned with ours, we decided to go along with them.” Ren smirked. “For now, at least. I don’t really like the man who thinks he’s manipulating everyone.” Uraume nodded in agreement. “Once his plan has helped our own as much as it can, we’ll leave and continue with our own strategies.”

            “Your mind is as sharp as ever,” said Sukuna fondly.

            “She was so excited when we realized you had returned,” said Uraume.

            “Uraume!” Ren huffed, embarrassed.

            “As were you, I hope,” said Sukuna,

            “Of course, dear husband,” said Uraume, smiling.

            “Well, I thought I sensed a nice little conjugal reunion,” said another voice. “You three are as still as oddly adorable as you were on your wedding day.” Uraume deadpanned, and Ren rolled her eyes, but neither were actually displeased at hearing the newcomer.

            Sukuna’s eyes widened. “Nox?” This was the face of someone he certainly didn’t think he’d see again.

            He turned to the curse, who gave a grin and a theatrical bow. “In the flesh. Or whatever we spirits have.”

            “I thought you were exorcised,” said Sukuna.

            Nox shrugged. “Almost, but I managed to pull my form back together before I dispersed to the wind to become a new curse, which be awfully tiring. I’d be so out of practice.”

            “You’re quite proud of how long you’ve existed,” observed Uraume, raising an eyebrow.

            “Well, I have set the record,” said Nox.

            “Are you helping these idiotic curses become the ‘true humans?’ ” asked Sukuna, scoffing at the ridiculous idea.

            “Of course not, you should know I’ve always had a different goal.” Nox looked up at the sky. “I’m here for a different reason. We have a bit to discuss now that you have a few moments.”

            “I’ve been keeping to our vow,” said Sukuna quickly.

            “Oh, I don’t doubt it, so I don’t worry.” Nox considered. “But I suppose this is a little related to that.”

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            (Y/N)’s eyes widened as the cursed energy, which she recognized as Sukuna’s, took out part of a building as she crept through Shibuya towards the center. But her attention was stolen when she spied Megumi limping away from a curse user with a sword. Without hesitation, she jumped out the window. Sukuna be damned, the only person who mattered was Megumi. As she fell through the air, she heard the words of a cursed technique Megumi had once warned her to never be close to when cast.

            “With this treasure, I summon Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga,” said Megumi.

            “I guess I dropped in at the wrong time,” said (Y/N).

            Megumi’s head snapped towards her so fast his neck hurt. No, no, no! I never meant to involve you in the ritual. Now you’ll die if I do, and I…I don’t think I’m going to make it. His heart broke as he saw the wounds on (Y/N) but the steady, strong look in her eyes. She had clearly already fought a battle and come out on top, unlike him. Now Megumi needed to pull through, or he’d drag all that beauty down with him. But blood dripped from his wounds, and Mahoraga materialized behind him. I’m sorry, (Y/N), I want to protect you, but… Mahoraga slammed him into the side of a building, and Megumi slumped to the ground. It looks like I’ll need you to protect me.

            “Megumi!” cried (Y/N), retreating to his side to defend him in any way she could. Her shout echoed through the buildings.

            Sukuna and Nox looked up at the sound. “It seems I have some business to take care of,” said Sukuna.

            “I see,” said Uraume, looking down. Ren bit her lip and nodded in understanding.

            Sukuna’s eyes softened, and he reached out to grasp Uraume and Ren’s hands (which was PG enough to be acceptable). “It won’t be much longer until I’m completely free. I will see you again soon.”

            “We will be waiting for you,” said Uraume.

            “Don’t be long,” said Ren.

            “You three are so cute. I miss being married,” said Nox.

            Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t you done it several times?”

            “Is that what you think of me? Unbelievable,” muttered Nox. “I’ve only been married once.” He looked at Sukuna. “And before you decide to get smart with me, don’t you have some business to attend to?”

            “Yeah, yeah,” said Sukuna, waving a hand. “I’ll handle it. But shouldn’t you be getting involved soon?”

            “You handle your business, I’ll handle mine,” said Nox vaguely. “And I think I want to watch this fight.” The darkness wrapped around him, and in an instant, he was gone.

            “Obscure bastard,” muttered Sukuna. He gave a final, soft look to his wife and spouse who returned his look before disappearing into the night.

            He landed right next to Mahoraga and pulled the curse user with the sword (no one cared for his name but it was Shigemo) away as they landed beside (Y/N), who stood bravely in front of Megumi. Sukuna instantly understood that Megumi’s technique had called all three into a ritual, and if one died, the others wood. Therefore, he had to save the pitiful insect in order to keep the Halfling and Fushiguro alive.

            Sukuna placed a hand over Megumi’s head and started a reverse cursed technique as (Y/N) watched warily. “Don’t die. There’s something I need you to do,” he said. He glanced at (Y/N). “You can’t die, either. Would create so many problems for me.” (Y/N) furrowed her brow in confusion but said nothing. “So stay back and keep quiet.” Sukuna grinned and crouched in a fighting position, looking at Mahoraga with a glint of pleasure at the idea of a fight in his eyes. “Let’s start with a little taste, shall we?” Sukuna raised a hand. “Dismantle.”

            Mahoraga was sliced across its face, but the scars healed quickly. It launched itself at the group. Shigemo ran to the side, as did Sukuna, but (Y/N) slammed her hands down, a wall of silver flames rising frosted Mahoraga over and forced it to take a step back. Flames slowly spread around the area, keeping Mahoraga from moving as freely as it wished. Even though (Y/N) didn’t dare leave Megumi’s side or get in Sukuna’s way, she was still intent on causing as may problems as possible for Mahoraga. Sukuna took the chance to kick it backwards through a builder. Mahoraga pivoted a delivered a powerful blow on Sukuna, which sent him flying through some overpasses and buildings. (Y/N), still keeping the fire around her and Megumi, watched as the battle took them farther away but never moved. She just pulled Megumi closer to her to keep any frost from her flames from touching him.

            Her eyes widened as a moment later she could see Sukuna again. But only after half of Shibuya was leveled by his Domain Expansion.

            “No!” she cried, watching the buildings turn to dust and crumble to the ground, ash and dirt left behind. She couldn’t do anything, couldn’t save anyone. She didn’t have the power, the strength. After all her determination, when it really counted, (Y/N) couldn’t do anything.

            It was horrifying to watch the flames eating the buildings and civilians inside them, but by the time anyone could see it happening, it was all over. A flat plain billowing with clouds of debris was all that was left of several blocks of Shibuya.

            Sukuna walked out of the dust clouds holding Mahoraga’s strange halo and dropped it to the ground. Shigemo took that as his chance to run, but Sukuna raised two fingers, and the curse user was sliced in half and fell to the ground, dead. Then, Sukuna continued towards (Y/N) and Megumi. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and pulled Megumi closer. She couldn’t save the civilians, but she would protect Megumi.

            “Unless you can perform reverse cursed techniques, I’d suggest handing him over,” said Sukuna.

            “No.” Freezing flames rose higher in answer. “I don’t trust you.”

            Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Maybe not, but I’m the only one who can get him to your doctor in time.”

            (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “Hurt him, and I’ll find a way to hurt you.”

            Sukuna chuckled derisively. “I don’t doubt your conviction, Halfling.” He glanced at the flames. “Now, if you let down the barrier, I’ll bring him to be healed.”

            (Y/N) hesitated for a moment, but her fire died away. Sukuna put a hand on Megumi’s shoulder, and they disappeared in a flash of Sukuna’s power. She gazed out across the wasteland in front of her. Anger at how easily curses disposed of human life bubbled up within her. Why should they decide people lives didn’t matter?

            They’re all the same. (Y/N) clenched her fists. The Elders, curses…They don’t care who dies as long as they end up the ones in power. She gritted her teeth. What gives them the right? Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) turned around to face Shibuya Station. If there was any way to ensure neither got more power, it was freeing Gojo, even if every second made that seem less and less a possibility. I need to try, if only to save the few lives worth it. To save the people who can’t save themselves.

            She jumped back into the window she had originally left from and continued on her way through the station, down each level. Every stairway she found was littered with curse users, minor curses, and transfigured humans, but none were as strong as the ones outside. They were just pawns the mastermind was manipulating to their will. Filled with determination, she broke their ranks. (Y/N)’s wrists glowed brightly beneath her gloves, driving her forward with each surge of power. Finally, she made to down to an open level of Shibuya.

            No…!

            There, in the center of a mess of killed transfigured humans, Nanami stood in the white lights. It illuminated each cut and bead of blood that poured down his side. His suit pants were all that were left. The worst part wasn’t his missing eye and burn scars across his body. No, the worst part was how Mahito stood with a hand on Nanami’s chest. Mahito grinned sadistically.

            “Nanami!”

            (Y/N) snapped. In an instant, power surged through her, turning her veins liquid silver. Her curse marks glowed, and full moons joined them as (Y/N)’s power fell into place. Her eyes shone in the dim lights like twin moons.

            It all happened in a second. Before Mahito, still grinning psychotically, could kill Nanami, (Y/N) was upon him. He was thrown backwards through wall after wall of Shibuya station, far enough away that (Y/N) had no idea where he was. But that was fine. She’d find him. She’d end him. Silver twisted up her veins, her power alive with anticipation.

            A cough and the sound of someone falling behind her distracted her. (Y/N) turned and dropped to her knees beside Nanami. She swallowed as blood spread onto her uniform.

            “N-Nanami…?” (Y/N) was scared she was too late. That she’d get no response. That she was holding Nanami’s dead body in her arms. She was going to be alone; the only adult who’d ever cared about her and wanted the best for her, almost like a father, was going to leave her.

            “(Y/N)…” said Nanami. Through the haze of blood loss, he could see her glowing wrists, the full moons not hidden by her gloves, the light in her veins, and silver eyes, which were growing bright with tears. “You’re…getting strong.”

            (Y/N) nodded vigorously, swallowing hard against the tears welling in her eyes. “I need to protect everyone…I need to protect you.”

            Nanami smiled, and his eye closed. “I’m glad our society hasn’t taken your heart. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more to protect you.” He lifted a hand and pushed his cleaver into (Y/N)’s. “Be strong. I know you’re meant to help people. You’ve got it from here.” Nanami smiled and let his hand fall to his side. “I’m proud of you.”

[drakenology]

Make Me. - Yuuji Itadori & Sukuna

summary: being the bratty little sub you are you push your boyfriend’s buttons until he makes you remember why you call him d*ddy.

warnings: smut! , mirror sex, dom!yuuji, sub!reader, bratty!reader, slapping, overstim, use of the word d*ddy in sexual context, male receiving oral, sukuna comin out to playyy, the sweetest aftercare ever 🥺, cussing of course and sukuna being mean (degradation)

author’s note: happy valentines day babies! I’m writing this as a gift for you guys as a thank you for your support and to celebrate valentines day! enjoy lovelies!

You have no idea why. No rhyme or reason how. But today, you awake in a very temperamental mood.

Poor Yuuji was just sleeping; snoring next to his beautiful, sweet and kind girlfriend. Well she was gone today. A bratty little snatch had arisen and it was about to become everybody’s problem. You were always such a good girl. Never started fights. Never really acted out. But today, you just felt like being the baddest you could be.

Yuuji being the perceptive boyfriend he is already knew you were being testy. He tried everything to make you feel a little better. He was so sweet; so caring and understanding. But you just would not budge.

“I have an idea. Let’s go out, hm? Get us some food? I know you’re hungry.” He coaxed, earning a nonchalant “whatever” from you. Yuuji just shrugged it off but the raging curse, Sukuna was in the back of his mind reeling him for letting you off so easy.

“You need to put that little brat in her place. If you keep allowing her to step all over you then I will take care of her.”

Yuuji just pushed his voice to the very back of his mind, hating having to punish you. Sukuna got a kick out it though; always urging Yuuji to hit you harder, fuck you faster. Even he himself found it absolutely tantalizing to see you submit yourself to him, completely helpless as he fucked you so hard that all you could do was lay there and take it. But still, hurting his precious baby was no easy feat. Fuck.

You and Yuuji spent rest of the day at the mall after you two ate; not a single conversation without ending in an argument. He was losing his patience with you, your bratty tendencies becoming such a pain in his side. What the hell was up with you?

You were walking through the mall with him, lazily holding his hand until you saw the biggest stuffed animal you’d ever seen. You wanted it; hell you needed that stuffie.

“Ooh! Look! Can I have it Yuuji? Please?” You pleaded, pointing at the stuffie through the display window.

“No, Y/N. We’re leaving. You got enough treats today.” He said.

“But I want it!” You persist.

“Drop it, Y/N. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. Let’s. Go.” Yuuji said sternly.

Your eye twitched in annoyance, ready to throw a fucking temper tantrum just because. You cross your arms and stand right in front of the store.

“Make me.” You tease, sticking out your tongue like a petulant child.

That’s it. You’ve done it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Yuuji was livid at this point.

He raised his eyebrow and towered over your body, face close enough to kiss you.

“Oh I’ll fucking make you, alright.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the mall with enough force to scare you straight.

Yet still you test him, cussing and screaming at him to let you go all. The way. To the car. Yuuji stops and pins you against the car, your back facing him and the same arm he held now folded behind you.

“When we get in this car, you’d better be quiet the whole way home or else.” He hissed, nearing himself close to your ear.

“Or else what?” You persist, immediately regretting it when Yuuji lifted up your skirt and yanked your panties down.

“You just don’t know when to quit do you? Get in the fucking car.” He snarled, pushing you towards the car door as he stuffed your panties into his pocket.

You stumble, struggling to get the door open as your legs tremble in devilish excitement. God he was being so rough. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You crawl into the car, becoming meek as Yuuji gets in the driver’s seat and slams the door.

“You know how much trouble you’re in? Huh?” His deep voice echoing in your ears as you stare down at your thighs, not answering him. Yuuji let out an aggravated growl and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“Got nothing to say now, princess? You had so much mouth earlier. What happened?” He chuckled darkly, slipping his hand between your legs to palm at your already wet pussy.

“You like talking back to me, don’t you? You’re gonna fucking get it.” He says as his hand reaches down to choke you while the other stuffs one meesely finger inside your weeping hole. You’re stifling your noise, panting lightly as you try to grind up against his hand until he stops his movements completely.

He completely pulls away and says nothing, starting the car and driving away. Your whole body is hot and needy for Yuuji to fuck you or even toy with you just for a little.

Should you risk touching yourself without permission? Should you just be good for once? All your thoughts leave your mind as Yuuji slips his hand back between your legs, this time using two fingers. You gasp, shocked at his sudden move until you look up and see you’re at a red light.

It felt so good; Yuuji’s fingers hooked deliciously to find that spot he knows drives you insane, urging you to rub your clit for good measure. It was all too much, your legs trembling as your pussy drooled all over his hands and the seat of his car. Your eyes were locked onto Yuuji’s fingers, losing focus quickly as you start to come undone.

Then he stopped. The light was green and Yuuji pulled away from you to drive once more. He made sure to lick his fingers and laugh at your dissatisfied face.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. We’re almost home.” He teased, your eyes tearing up as he snatched your hands away from your puffy clit. You whimper and try rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs but no dice. You needed him to get you off now, or else you might just go off the deep end.

As the drive home went on you dreaded every light signal; hoping he’d catch every greenlight so you’d calm down, get your barings. But of course you weren’t getting off that easy. The light just before your block just had to turn red.

You could feel Yuuji’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, trying to close your legs before he could attack your cunt again. Of course you’re over powered by his strong hands, your thighs now split apart for his every so desire. He’s using three fingers now, demanding you rub your clit for him as he fucked you with his fingers.

Your pussy emitted the dirtiest noises, Yuuji groaning as you moan and writhe in the passenger’s seat. Your eyes were at the back of your head, begging and pleading for him to let you cum only for him to chuckle and stop again. You sob pathetically, tears threatening to fall as Yuuji started driving again.

“Now you wanna cry. Heh. Pathetic.” He spat, his mean words burning as you shamefully become feral at his insult.

The car slowed, signaling you were finally home as you pulled your skirt down to get out. Yuuji climbed out of the car without a word and led you inside, the tension so thick you could cut it with a sword. He shut the front door with a slam, lifting you up and throwing you onto his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack potatoes.

“I hope completely showing your ass today was worth it ‘cause now I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He said, walking to the bedroom with you hanging over his shoulder like a rag doll. He opened the door and kicked it closed, slamming you onto the bed.

He was so angry you could see it in his pretty eyes. So angry that Yuuji just wasn’t Yuuji anymore, Sukuna’s tattoos taking form on his face and body as he stood over your now shaking body.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting to bring you to your knees, brat.” Sukuna says, his face pulling the most intimidating smirk you’d ever seen.

Only once in a blue moon you act out so badly to the point Sukuna gets tired of seeing you be let off so easily and takes over Yuuji. In fact, he’s the reason you only act out once in a blue moon. Sukuna was rutheless. The way he fucks you should be down right outlawed. Your body was always incredibly sore when he was finished with you.

“I’m tired of toying with you. Get on your knees. Now.” He demands, motioning you onto the floor. You oblige, sitting on your legs as Sukuna pulls you towards him by your hair. He rips off his shirt in true Sukuna fashion and pulls out his massive, heavy dick; the sight nearly making you drool as it slaps against his stomach. Yuuji had a nice dick but Sukuna- oh boy. Sukuna only enhanced his size, girth and length along with some of the most devine veins you’ve ever had the pleasure to have inside you.

“Open.” He said, forcing his length down your throat as soon as you do. You gag around him, forgetting how fucking huge he was. Sukuna laughed as he watched you struggle to take him all in, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks hallow with every thrust, eyes clouding with tears as he forcefully bobbed your head onto his dick.

“That’s right, slut. Suck my fucking dick like a good little whore.”

You blink away your tears and look up at him, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of his dick as you reach your hand down and rub clumsy circles on your sensitive bud. Sukuna cussed and yanked you off of his cock, slapping you as you gasp. The sting fades into a strange pleasure you hadn’t felt in so long, the sensation going straight to your pussy. You had to admit being hit in bed was so wrong but so fucking right. Though Yuuji could never bring himself to hit you, Sukuna had no problem.

“Who said you could touch yourself? You ask me permission first, do you under fucking stand?” He barked. Sukuna paused waiting for your answer, his hand still holding your hair as he forced you to keep your eyes locked on his.

You nod, out of breath and mind hazy as Sukuna yanks your head back to spit in your mouth.

“So good when you listen, slut. Bend over in front of the mirror. I want you to see how fucking pathetic you are.”

You do as you’re told, crawling on your hands and knees towards the large full body mirror you convinced Yuuji to buy one day at the mall. Who knew you’d eventually be fucked in front of it? Sukuna made sure to say every demeaning and degrading word to you as he walked behind you while you crawled, kneeling down behind you once you get to the mirror.

Sukuna made his dominating presence known as he slapped his dick against your pussy, watching you flinch at his sheer girth. Sukuna grabbed your hair and pulled you up to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Such a fucking whore for us, hm? I think you owe us an apology.” Sukuna said rubbing the head of his dick against your needy pussy. You stutter, moaning as he prods himself at your entrance, Sukuna not moving a single muscle until he hears you beg for him.

“I-I-‘m sorry.” You breath out, Sukuna striking your ass hard in protest.

“Not good enough. Say it like you mean it.” He demands, his grip on your hair tight as he pushed himself just barely inside.

“Fuck! I-I said I’m sorry. Please, daddy. I need you. I’ll be good I promise.” You whimper, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as Sukuna sunk himself deep inside you.

Your eyes lock onto Sukuna’s body in the reflection of the mirror, the tattoos all over his muscular body accenting his lightly tanned skin. Pink hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes locked downward towards where you connected. You watched as his body rutted inside you with brute force. He was truly the most gorgeous thing walking. Even if he was inherently evil, the way he fucked you as if you meant nothing more to him than a cheap fuck was sickeningly addictive.

You’re a mess, panting and wailing filthy words as Sukuna fucked you with one leg propped up and the other kneeled on your side. He’s mumbling about how worthless you are, only fucking you this way because Yuuji just can’t do it without his help. Every long, deep thrust of his veiny cock sent your body ablaze; your orgasm violently approaching as you cry out for more.

“God, look at you. Crying for my dick. So pathetic.” Sukuna says clearly, the feeling of your pussy alone not enough to completely break him. He is a curse after all. Still, he sees why Yuuji loves you so much. If he had more control over his vessel, he’d be fucking you like this every night.

“G-Gonna cum, daddy! Please, please, please.” You gasp, digging your nails into the rug as he rocks his hips into you; harshly bumping his cockhead into your cervix. You inhale sharply, pain and pleasure mixing as your eyes flash white.

“I guess you can cum. Go on then. This body can’t last for shit anyway.” Sukuna shrugs, a little disappointed his time was almost up. Yuuji was fighting him for control over his body and Sukuna was losing his grip, his tattoos fading as Yuuji returned to finish the job.

You don’t notice the switch, your body stuck to the floor as your orgasm tears through your core. One final thrust and Yuuji was coating your insides with his cum, fucking it inside you with loud grunts as he smacked your ass one last time. You both sit there for a moment, your highs crashing down as you’re both out of breath and drained.

“Hey.” Yuuji said, only getting a weak “hm?” from your fucked out body.

“Was he too rough with you? I saw him hit you. I-I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.” Itadori explained, rubbing softly on your bruised ass, a huge hand print embedded into your left ass cheek. “God, you’re all bruised up. Stop being so bad, you hear me?”

“Y-Yuuji. ‘S okay.. I liked it.” You slur, words muffled slightly since your face was buried into the floor. Yuuji laughed nervously, pulling himself out of you; simultaneously whimpering with you at the feeling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Yuuji said, scooping you up off the floor and taking you to the bathroom. You smile into his shoulder, his strength still a shock to you as he effortlessly sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He said nothing, instead kissing every mark and bruise Sukuna left on your body as he drew your bath.

“I’m sorry I was such a brat today.” You say weakly, stepping into the water once it’s ready, grabbing Yuuji’s hand to get him to get in with you.

“Oh I know you are. I heard you apologize. Ah~ I said I’m sorry!” He mocked, laughing when you splash him with the bath water. He sat behind you, running the warm water down your bare back and grinning as you sigh and relax.

“Love you, Yuuji.” You say, leaning into his chest closing your eyes.

“I love you more, love bug.” Yuuji smirked, kissing your forehead as he continued to wash you up.

[nanaminshousewife]

ya’aburnee - k.nanami

warnings: manga spoilers under the cut (chap. 120), mentions of injury, and angst. gn, jujutsu sorcerer reader. 

a/n: after a long ass time, here is the promised nanami angst drabble. he may be a little ooc in this but i hope you enjoy!!

ya’aburnee by halsey

his speech broke the silence you two shared.

“you know what my favourite word is?”

placing your book down, you turned to look at him. “no, love. but i would love too.”

“ya’aburnee. it’s arabic”

“what does it mean?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

“ ‘you bury me’. its a declaration of love, like...” he trailed off, heaving a sigh as he tried to find a way to word his thoughts. “like i want you to outlive me. when i die i mean.”

the mood turned somber, the once comfortable silence between you growing pregnant with unsaid words, tension hanging in the air.

“what brought this on?”

“nothing, just... you know how risky this is”

you understood the implication, the risk of him coming back injured or possibly dead lingering like a ghost in the back of your mind. but you lived it too, growing up in the same school. you knew the dangers of the job just as well as he did, but shoved them into the back of your mind; you didn’t want to waste the time you had with him thinking about how you could lose him at any minute.

taking his cheek in your hand, you focused on his face, eyes tracing the sharp curve of his cheekbones, the gentle arch of his brows, the soft slope of his lips. the echoes of a good life were present, gentle laughter lines setting in from the small number of times you coaxed belly laughs from him, faded scars from various battle. this was the man you spent your youth with, the one who had promised you forever. you believed him, and how could you not? he was nothing if not dependable, a part of him that you cherished an deeply admired, the very quality that attracted you to him.   

his eyes softened and his body relaxed, façade he put up melting away and revealing the compassion he struggled to hide throughout the day. but you couldn’t shake the cold feeling that snaked down your spine and settled in your gut, nagging at the edges of your consciousness. you couldn’t shake the dread that permeated the air so strongly you could almost feel the curse manifesting.  

“just in case,” he whispered, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, but you couldn’t get rid of the anxiety gnawing at your stomach.

                                                       ~~~~~~

you skid into the tunnel, heart pounding in your throat. you heard nanami was here, that he was here alone and was in desperate need of assistance. you’re not even given the time to properly assess the scene, being immediately faced with a swarm of transfigured humans. they’re heaving, as if connected by a hive mind, and in the center you can just make out nanami’s figure. quickly scanning the area, you catch a glimpse of yuuji battling some curses in his effort to get to nanami

 you start towards him when his stance falters, and he drops to his knees. adrenaline floods your veins, seeping into your blood as you stop beside him, taking into your arms and trying to gauge the scale of the damage but you’re speechless, words stuck in your throat and stomach dropping as you take in what was done to him - what mahito did to him, you realise as you catch a glimpse of him running into the darkness. 

helplessness sets in, settling into your bones and rendering you numb. logically you know there is nothing you can do, but you’ll be damned it you don’t try. a soft call of your name and you dissolves like acid, and you turn your face to him, salty tears running down your face. you vaugley feel yuuji’s presence behind you, and kento breaks out into a smile. it’s mangled and painful, the flashes of agony clear in his eyes, but its him, and in this moment the reality of his morality sets in. 

taking in as deep a breath as he can muster, he turns to yuuji with great difficulty, and whispers:

“you’ve got it from here”.

his chest falls, and stops, the death rattle stark against the air, mingling with the echoes mahito’s triumphant laughter. you pay no mind though, waiting for his chest to rise once more. it has to, it must because he’s still alive. he has to be.

he’ll wake up and tell you it was a prank, that gojo isn’t really sealed, that none of this is actually happening. you’ll go home and bake bread, settle in for a cuddle and a movie, you’ll see him smile, you’ll see the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he’s truly happy, how his eyes shine with admiration for yuuji. 

he’ll hold you close in bed and whisper his love into your hair because he wasn’t dead. he couldn’t be.

yet here you were, cradling his head in your arms as the sounds of yuuji’s grief surround you, the whole world seemingly silenced. 

you bury me. his wish had come true.

reblogs are apprieciated!

[jayeray-hq]

Tangled and Entwined

This is my NSFW Secret Santa piece for @candychronicles​ from the Haikyuu Headquarters server! Hello! We haven’t really interacted much, but I hope you enjoy this! I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked, hopefully it’s okay!

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Thanks again to the wonderful Tay @deathcab4daddy​ I really bombarded you with a lot of words, but you were amazing as usual! 😊💖

Warnings: 18+ minors dni! smut and fluff, bondage, slightly submissive Terushima, making out, grinding, female reader, biting, cunnilingus, teasing, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, slight anal fingering (male), unprotected sex, creampie

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It had started out innocently enough. It was your first holiday living together, and Terushima had insisted on going all out, making cookies, playing Christmas music, and decorating to celebrate. He’d dove into things so enthusiastically that you hadn’t had the heart to say no, and had been swept along by the tide of his holiday cheer.

You’d been in the kitchen working on icing a batch of cookies when an enormous crash and a string of swear words reached your ears. More than a bit concerned, you’d set your things down and made your way to the living room where your boyfriend was supposed to be decorating the tree.

             “Teru’?” you called a little confused as you entered the room only to find it completely empty of your energetic boyfriend, who’d been bouncing around the house like an overly energetic puppy all morning, belting out song lyrics at the top of his lungs, “Yuuji, where are you?”

             “Here,” he answered, his voice tinged with an unhappy note that let you know even before you rounded the couch that he was pouting, and the sight that met your eyes told you exactly why that was. Somehow, someway, your boyfriend had gotten himself completely tangled up in an extremely long strand of lights, which were wrapped tight around his torso, trapping one of his arms to his side and the other above his head, one of his legs was also thoroughly tangled the lights looped several times around his thigh and calf.

             “Having a little trouble?” you asked, trying desperately to hold back the laughter that was threatening to burst from your lips at the sight of him.

             “It’s not funny,” he grumbled twitching slightly, clearly trying to free himself from his predicament, but failing, reminding you a bit of a fish caught in a net.

             It had taken all your willpower to hold back, but you simply couldn’t any more. Laughter burst from your lips as you clung desperately to the furniture to keep yourself upright. You weren’t ever going to let him live this down. Luckily, your boyfriend had always been the good-natured type and eventually managed to smile back at you despite his predicament, clearly amused by your reaction.

 He even let you snap several pictures of him on your phone without complaint, sticking his tongue out to show off the green metal tongue piercing he’d put in specifically for Christmas. He’d insisted it was his own way of showing holiday spirit, though personally you were pretty sure he’d just thought it had looked cool and bought it on impulse.

 “Alright, kitty, you’ve had your fun,” he told you with a playful pout on his lips, “Now help me out, would you?”

 “Okay, okay,” you conceded with a smile, leaning down to press a light peck to his lips.

 As per usual, when you went to kiss Terushima, he wasn’t about to let you get away with a simple peck, his lips chasing after yours, the warmth of his mouth too sweet and enticing to resist. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, likely from the hot cocoa he’d been drinking earlier, and you couldn’t seem to resist.

 His lips curled beneath yours in a pleased smile, as you brought one of your hands up to gently cup his face, deepening the kiss, and holding him to you as your other hand supported his neck, fingertips brushing over the soft fuzz of his undercut at the nape of his heck.

 His mouth opened eagerly under yours, happy to welcome you, skilled tongue darting out to lick its way into yours, the hot, wet appendage stroking over yours. The feel of the metal ball of his tongue piercing was familiar by now, unlike the first few times you’d kissed like this and it had taken you by surprise, but the sensation never failed to make you shiver in anticipatory pleasure.

 Each swipe of his skilled tongue against yours sent small spikes of arousal through you, and you hummed in pleasure against his mouth. When you finally parted from him, you were utterly breathless as you panted against him.

 “Naughty,” you scolded a little breathless as you peered into his eyes, forehead resting against his.

 “You love it, kitty,” he insisted a smug grin on his lips, a little breathless himself.

 You hummed in agreement, and shifted so that you were straddling his body, your hips automatically moving to his, and finding a very clear indication of how much he too had been enjoying things. Not that it was difficult, your boyfriend was always eager for you, the day Terushima Yuuji said no to sex would be the day pigs flew.

 “You love it too,” you countered, grinding your hips down on him for emphasis, earning a low, raspy moan of pleasure, from your boyfriend, his whole body jolting as he tried to reach for you, but failed, too tangled in the Christmas lights to move.

 “Never denied it,” he told you with his signature tongue lolling grin, the kind meant to show off the tongue piercing he was still stupidly proud of even all these years later, “So why don’t you help me get untangled and I’ll show you just how much I loved it.”

 You glanced at him, considering, your eyes roaming over him as you sat up so you could see him properly. There was something about him like this that was incredibly appealing. The bright red band t-shirt he’d worn to decorate had risen part way up his chest and was stuck there, exposing the nicely chiseled abs he fastidiously maintained, and the muscles in the arm trapped above his head were taut and straining slightly against the wires. His dark jeans had slipped low on his hips, exposing the nice V cut of his hips, and the dark green elastic of his underwear, and the dark treasure trail that led from his belly button and disappeared enticingly into his pants.

 “Hmm, no,” you eventually told him, after returning your gaze to his, earning a surprised stutter from your boyfriend, the smug look slipping off his face, leaving sputtering confusion in its wake.

 “No?” he asked utterly baffled, “But kitty…?!”

 “No,” you repeated firmly, untangling his arm from where it had been crushed against his side just enough so that it could be lifted above his head, then looping the lights around both his wrists for good measure to keep him pinned there, grinding your hips down on his erection, savoring the way the seam of his jeans rubbed right up against your clit through the thin leggings you were wearing.

 “Stay still, Yuuji,” you warned teasingly, unable to help the smug grin on your lips as your boyfriend watched you with unabashed awe and desire on his face, “Be extra nice for me, and I’ll give you an early gift.”

 “I’ll be good,” he swore vehemently, an excited grin splitting his face, “I’ll be so good!”

 “You’d better,” you told him, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, one he responded to eagerly, his mouth opening easily, hot, wet, and fervent as you pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses on him before trailing up his jaw kissing and nipping at the skin as you went.

 You moved your hips against him in a slow rhythm, enjoying the feeling of him between your legs. He was loud as usual, moaning unashamedly and doing his best to thrust up beneath you undulating and writhing in a way you couldn’t help but find extremely sexy.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, breathless and eager, as you nipped at the skin of his neck, kissing, licking and suckling at it. Normally, you were fairly careful about leaving marks on him, mostly for your own sake. He didn’t care a single bit about it, and was happy to show any hickies you gave him off to the world. He’d even brag about them if he got the opportunity, but you were a little more circumspect.

 It meant you had to be the one to control yourself usually for both your sakes and your own dignity, but seeing how close it was to Christmas, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead you marked him up thoroughly, tossing caution to the wind as you nipped at the skin at the junction of his neck right where the collar of his t-shirt hit, pulling it back, stretching the fabric to give you better access to his skin.

 “Whoa, kitty, you really like this, huh?” your boyfriend asked even as he panted for breath unable to help teasing you despite how helpless he was, “Me, bound and helpless for you?”

 You bit down hard in response, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to be slightly painful, earning a garbled shout of surprise, his hips automatically bucking into yours, and a deep desperate groan escaping his lips. You smirked into his neck even as you laved over the nice bite mark you’d left on his skin, one that would no doubt leave a deep bruise. You’d known from the beginning that Terushima liked a little pain along with his pleasure every once in a while. You just hadn’t realized quite how much he liked it before.

             “What did I say about being naughty, Yuuji,” you purred teasingly into his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe and teasing the piercings with your tongue, “Be nice for me now.”

             “Fuck yes, kitty,” he groaned in response.

             You hummed in pleasure and sat back, grinding down on him again and earning a whimpered moan as you pulled the oversized sweater you’d been wearing up over your head and tossed it to the side. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel sexy and appreciated. Terushima wasn’t the kind of guy who held back, and his chocolate colored eyes were dark with desire as he let them roam over your exposed torso.

             In turn you carefully hiked his shirt up, pulling it through the strings of lights wrapped taught over his chest so that it was bunched over his collar bones, admiring the way the soft white lights lit his peach colored skin, framing each ridge and dip of his chiseled muscle and caught on the glinting metal that framed his dusky brown nipples.

             You leaned forward unable to help yourself, determined to mark him up just as thoroughly here as you’d done to his neck. One of your hands automatically moved up to gently tug at the piercing through his left nipple, playing with the little metal balls and teasing the tip with the pad of your thumb, hoping to coax some more noise from him.

             He eagerly obliged, curses and moans escaping his lips as he wriggled against his bonds, each sound sending bolts of heat through you making you grind helplessly into him. Your panties were damp between your thighs, no doubt soaked with your desire for him.

             “Like that?” you teased, nipping at the taught skin of his chest and flicking your tongue playfully over his other nipple, rolling the little balls around and enjoying the weight and feel of it as you sucked it into your mouth.

             “Fuck yeah kitty, you know I do,” he panted, his hips jolting and bucking helplessly with every nip and flick of your tongue, seeking friction between your thighs. The flush of his skin, and the breathless way he spoke making you feel utterly electric. Your own body flush with desire and arousal slick between your thighs.

             “Then why don’t you show me?” you asked, your eyes catching on the glinting metal of his tongue as he spoke, desire to have the talented appendage between your thighs coursing through you. You wriggled your leggings and underwear down off your hips, and kicking them away as he grinned at you, clearly picking up on what you wanted.

             “Hell yeah, pretty kitty, come up here and let me show you just how nice I can be,” he ordered, a self-assured smirk on his face as he waggled his tongue at you teasingly, still utterly cocky despite the fact that he was tied up and helpless.

             Still, he wouldn’t be Terushima without the attitude, and you had to admit even if it did drive you crazy at times, other times you found it incredibly attractive. This was one of those times, even if you did roll your eyes at him first, unable to help the amused smile that tugged your lips upwards even as you crawled up his body.

             You hovered over his face hesitantly for a moment, a little worried about smothering him. Normally when you did this his hands were free, and he was the one holding you down. He’d normally dig his hands into your thighs and press his face as close as he could get to you and use his talented tongue to make you cum over and over again until you were a shaking mess of overstimulation.

             This time though his hands were a bit preoccupied and you had absolutely no intention of letting them free. Instead you slipped one of your hands into his and ordered, “Pinch me if you need me to get up.”

             “Yeah right whatever,” he agreed unbothered, “Now come here, kitty.”

             You rolled your eyes again at his careless demeanor but did as ordered, lowering yourself over his face, your thighs spread wide to accommodate the arms held above his head. You let out a choked moan as he immediately dove in. Terushima had always eaten you out like a man starved, desperate to taste you, eager for every little bit of arousal he could pull from you.

             It was always an incredible experience and he knew it too. The man was a god at oral sex, not that you’d ever tell him that lest his ego grow even larger than it already was. He used his tongue piercing with skill, letting you feel the contrast in texture as he traced it over your folds, and lapped at your hold, drinking in your essence.

             “Yuuji,” you groaned, shuddering above him your hips jolting in an aborted movement as he flicked his skilled tongue over your entrance, his nose nuzzling against your clit, doing your best to speak, well aware that he liked to hear you talk when he did this for you, “Feels good, just like that for me, baby.”

             He speared his tongue into you, the sensation making you shake and writhe above him, a litany of moans escaping your lips as you praised him, “Your tongue is so amazing Yuuji, fuck, so good, so good.”

             He sucked and slurped at your folds, the sounds he was making utterly obscene, as he moaned into you, clearly enjoying it just as much as you were. Your hips were making tiny helpless thrusts against his face, seeking more as he ate you out thoroughly enough to make your thighs quake with desire.

             The sensation of it all was too much and quickly sent you tipping over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you, making you glad you had hold of him to ground yourself. He continued to lick and suck at you through it, not letting up for even a second making you whimper as you fought to get your shaking thighs to cooperate so you could pull yourself away.

             “Hey no come back, kitty. I wasn’t done,” he whined unhappily, lifting his head to try to chase you but unable to his arms jerking in a belated movement, clearly trying to grab hold of you.

             “Don’t you want your reward for being so nice to me, Yuuji?” you asked him, a little breathless as you shuffled back and away.

             “I was getting my reward already,” he informed you looking more than a bit smug, his face shiny from your release, “So come back here.”

             “I don’t think so,” you told him with a wry grin. Honestly, you should’ve known he’d say something like that, the cocky little jerk that he was. Still you weren’t about to let him have his way, he was the one tied up, you were the one meant to have your way with him.

             You didn’t give him a chance to protest as you slipped further down so you were straddling his thighs, palming the prominent bulge you found there, and earning a low groan from your sexy boyfriend. It took seconds to undo the belt he was wearing and flick open the button and zipper.

             “Really, Yuuji?” you asked, as you smiled a little in helpless amusement at the boxers he was wearing, which were a dark green and covered in little candy canes and Santa faces.

             “Santa is a sexy man,” he informed you with a teasing grin, completely unashamed, “And so am I.”

             “If you say so,” you agreed with a giggle, tugging his jeans and boxers down. They couldn’t go far because of the string of lights wrapped tight around one of his thighs, but far enough that you could free his erection, which sprang free, resting hard, flushed, and eager against his muscled abdomen.

             “Mm, I guess you are pretty sexy,” you conceded running your hands over his muscled thighs, enjoying the way the muscle flexed under your palms and the way his cock twitched in interest as you traced your thumbs over the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.

             “Fuck yeah I am,” he told you with a smug grin, one that made you want to wipe that cocky expression right off his face. You knew just now to do it too.

             Slowly you leaned down and began to kiss at his thighs, one of your hands reaching up to smooth over the firm muscle of his abs, and the other holding his hips in place. You worked slowly, laving your tongue over the muscle, kissing and nipping, enjoying the way they twitched and jumped with every sharp sensation.

             Your thumb traced circles on his hipbone as his cock twitched helplessly against his belly, the flushed tip smearing precum all over him. You refused to touch it, instead lowering your hand to gently squeeze his full sack, rolling it in your hand, massaging the heavy balls.

             Above you, Terushima was getting loud again, a string of curses leaving his lips in between low moans as your hand slipped lower. You teased the sensitive skin of his perineum with the tip of your index finger, making his hips jolt in pleasure, a surprised whine leaving his lips, the sound making you throb with desire.

             You carefully traced the sensitive pucker of his ass with your finger, pressing on it, teasing just the tip into his entrance, only your firm grip on his hips keeping him from writhing under your ministrations. You found a spot on his thigh that you liked, one you knew would brush up against the inner seam of his jeans and nipped at it several times in succession, hoping to leave a nice thorough mark that would remind him of you every time he moved later.

             “Tease,” your boyfriend accused, the word lacking any sort of sting with how breathlessly he said it.

             “You deserve it,” you told him, lifting your head up so you could look him in the eye even as you continued to tease your finger around his sensitive rim. There was a definite flush to his cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his skin making his golden blond hair stick to his forehead.

             “I thought I was nice,” he protested, a quiet gasp escaping his lips as your hand left his pucker to tease his perineum again.

             “You were nice,” you agreed with a grin, your body humming with arousal from the power you had over him, and the beautiful way he was responding to your every movement, “But then you were naughty right after.”

             “I wasn’t nngh!” he cut off with a groan of helpless pleasure as you finally wrapped your hand around the base of his desperate cock and slowly began to pump him, in long slow strokes.

             “You were,” you corrected, a little entranced with the sounds he made as you swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand over him, “But that’s okay, because I know exactly what to do with naughty boys.”

             “Oh yeah?” your boyfriend asked, the words probably meant to sound self-assured but coming out eager and breathy with desire instead.

             “Uh-huh,” you agreed, dipping your head to lick a long stripe along the sensitive underside of his cock, making his hips buck helplessly into the air, a shuddering gasp escaping his lips.

             You teased your tongue over the mushroomed head, exploring the sensitive ridge there, savoring the taste of him and the heavy feeling of him on your tongue as you sucked the tip into your mouth. He moaned above you as you continued to work him over, doing all the things you knew he loved, gently grazing your teeth over him, the feel of it making him shudder.

             You allowed yourself to drool all over him, peering up at him through your lashes and making pleased humming sounds around him as you took what you could into your mouth, your hand working the places where you couldn’t quite reach. His lips were parted as he panted for breath, his eyes locked on you, a fascinated awed look on his face that was utterly intent and flushed with desire.

             It was the same look he always gave you, as if he almost couldn’t believe that you’d do something like this for him, despite how eagerly he always went down on you. It made you even more eager to please him, because you knew, despite how utterly cocksure he acted, Terushima worshipped the ground you walked on.

 Experience meant you knew exactly when he was going to cum as you worked him up, only to pull back at the very last second making him whine unhappily as you removed your mouth, helpless confusion painting over his features. It was almost enough to make you feel bad, right up until you remembered the cocky look he’d worn not even five minutes prior and reminded yourself he definitely deserved this. Instead you slowly stroked your hand over him, not quite giving him enough stimulus to cum, but enough to keep him dancing close to the edge.

 “You look good like this, Yuuji,” you praised, well aware he had a bit of a praise kink, “all tied up for me, hard and needy.”

 “Kitty, kitty please,” he groaned, his cock flushed and weeping in your palms, hips shifting helplessly unable to move far because of the way he was tangled, seeking more friction.

 “Not yet, Yuuji,” you cooed at him, “Not yet, hold on for me, won’t you?”

 He groaned, low and deep as you slid up his chest, your hand still working him over, as you caught his lips in a messy kiss, one he eagerly dove into, clearly trying to distract himself from your teasing. You let him, enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips, one you were well accustomed to by now given how much he enjoyed eating you out.

 Threading your free hand through his hair, you tugged at it, knowing how much he enjoyed it as you allowed him to plunder your mouth. However, you didn’t let him distract you enough that you couldn’t tell when he got close to the edge again. You knew him too well for that, and instead pulled back again, leaving him untouched, his cock twitching desperately against his abs as he writhed searching for friction.

 A needy whine left his lips, the sound sending a bolt of heat through you. He was worked up and desperate, but the noises he was making were getting to you. You could feel an ache between your legs, your walls clenching around nothing, practically begging to be filled with your boyfriend’s thick cock.

 “Please,” he begged between kisses, completely unashamed at how desperate he sounded, brazen as ever even when he was needy, “please, please, please. I won’t be naughty this time. I’ll be nice!”

 “That’s what you always say,” you scolded lightly, even as you pulled away from his mouth, so you could resettle yourself over his hips giving in to both his need and your own. The two of you groaned in unison as you slowly sank down on his thick length, the feel of him inside you, stretching and filling you enough to make your breath catch in pleasure.

 “I mean it,” Terushima managed to gasp out as you began to slowly roll your hips, savoring the feel of him inside you, swiveling to ensure he hit all the right spots.

 “Then prove it, be nice for me now,” you challenged, “And don’t you dare cum until I do.”

 “Only if you let me see your tits, kitty,” he counter offered, breathlessly, brazen as ever.

 “I don’t think you’re really in a position to be making demands here,” you told him, amused at his audacity, purposefully clenching around him and earning a low moan of pleasure.

 “Please kitty?” he begged, dark eyes locked on yours, giving you the best pout, he could muster under the circumstances, “It’s Christmas, right? Season of giving?”

             You huffed at that, amused at the sheer cheek, but in the end, you caved, reaching around to undo your bra, and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting your breasts bounce free. Terushima’s eyes immediately went to them, tongue darting out, clearly desperate to taste you.

 Your hands immediately went up to them, figuring you might as well give him a show, squeezing and fondling them, in the way that felt best to you, pushing them up and together for him to see. Your fingers plucked at your nipples, teasing both him and yourself, your hips speeding up inadvertently, chasing your pleasure as you watched him watch you.

 His hips gave aborted, shallow thrusts, clearly desperately trying to match you and chase his own pleasure, making the muscles in this abdomen ripple and glisten in the light given off by the tiny bulbs on the string. Several red marks where the wire dug into his skin as he’d thrashed against his bonds had appeared crisscrossing his skin beautifully. His face was a mask of desire, want, and affection intertwined and clear for anyone to see.

 You honestly thought you’d never seen anything quite as appealing as he was in that moment, as you chased your pleasure, one of your hands sneaking down under his watchful gaze to toy with your clit as you rode him. The sight was clearly too much for your boyfriend, who you could clearly see was right on the edge. However, you were too worked up yourself to want to back down, instead pushing harder, chasing your own pleasure.

 You felt him begin to cum inside you, hot liquid splashing against your insides, but continued to ride him. Your own ending was close, though you purposefully pulled your hand away from your clit and your breasts, prolonging it as best you could.

 “T-too much, kitty, too much,” he whined at you, not that you were at all inclined to listen to him.

 “It’s your own fault, Yuuji,” you scolded breathlessly, “We had a deal, and you couldn’t keep up your end of it, which means you get to stay just like this until I cum.”

 “Fuck, fuck kitty, feels so good, it hurts, but it feels so good,” he moaned at you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into fists. His hips shifted as much as they could under you, though whether he was trying to meet you, or shrink away you couldn’t tell.

 “I know you like it, Yuuji,” you teased, “You think you can cum again for me?”

 Your challenge made his eyes pop open, staring at you in surprise as you reached forward, your nails digging into his chest, earning a broken moan from your boyfriend, whose cock twitched inside you at the sensation. You tugged lightly at his nipples, conscious not to yank as you played with the piercings, the pleasure making him whine.

 He felt so good inside you, thick and hard and perfect, curved just enough to brush along the front of your walls with every thrust. The sound of your hips on his was utterly obscene, the sound filling the room along with a litany of gasping breaths and moans, mingling in the air between the two of you, sending fissions of desire along your spine.

 Your own end was getting close, as you chased after it, your movements becoming slightly sloppy as you rode him desperately. Your back arched as you swiveled your hips in just the right way to push you over the edge, your walls clamping down hard on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. A choked moan left your throat, as you felt him begin to cum once more, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer as you collapsed on his chest.

 You lay there for several moments catching your breath but it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it usually was and you couldn’t stay for long. Instead you pushed yourself back up, wincing slightly at the way the bulbs had dug into your skin. Terushima looked just as wrung out as you felt, still flushed and panting as he watched you with clear adoration in his eyes.

 You pressed a quick affectionate kiss to his lips, and slowly began to carefully untangle him from the lights, managing to free his wrists and arms, so he could help you with the rest. He had a few deep red lines across his skin from where the wires had dug in slightly when he thrashed, and his chest, neck and thighs were awash with the marks you’d left in your wake. He looked well and truly fucked, and from the smirk on his face, he knew it too.

 “Next time, you get to be the one tied up,” he managed to tease, a cocky grin on his face as he carefully helped you pull yourself off his softening cock, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and tossing it to you to help clean yourself up with, uncaring about the mess.

 “Fine by me,” you agreed, more than willing to switch and let him take care of you, “But not with the lights next time, as it is, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at them the same way ever again.”

 He grinned at you, completely recovered and utterly unashamed as he waggled his eyebrows and asked, “Then how do you feel about tinsel, kitty?”

[laceymorganwrites]

Is it snake of snack (14)

Word count: 2,217

Pairing: Daishou x fem!reader

Warnings: child abuse, self harm, childhood trauma, anxiety/panic attack, swearing, hurt and comfort, Bokuto is a good friend

A/N: this is basically just an angsty dragged out chapter of the last one, please read the warnings and skip this if you´re triggered by any of this. 

Listen to: Dying in a hot tub - Palaye Royale

Taglist: @samuthots @doggonudez @pepperful-qt @sandwitchsthings

Daishou didn´t mean to send that last text… he really didn´t. He always kept his feelings to himself. And for a good reason, he didn´t want to bother anyone else with it.

Besides, from his experience, nobody even cared. And you only told people what they wanted to hear. That was what he got taught.

Or rather punched into him by his father, the same man who yelled at him that he should disappear, that he couldn´t do anything right, that he was a waste of breath and that he should shut up at all times or next time he wouldn´t make it out alive.

His mind was a dark place, he knew this and tried to avoid it at all costs, he found healthy coping mechanisms with you, you were also the only person he trusted with his inner thoughts.

After your break up however, he reverted back to his old self, closing off and falling into the oh so familiar path of self deprecation and destruction.

He hasn´t cut himself in a while, not even scratched, but he could feel the itch in his skin, right underneath those ugly scars, which were signs of weakness. Daishou knew that it was unhealthy and bad, he knew that he shouldn´t do it, that he was truly fucked up to do so.

But then again, he was fucked up enough already before, so why stop when it helped? Even if only for an instance?

Current pain inflicted by himself was much better than reappearing suppressed memories that cut deeper than any blade ever could.

The good thing was that he could control the depth of the wound, he felt oddly safe when cutting, hyper fixating was always the thing that helped most, yet it was also the most dangerous thing to him.

Especially when he got so deep into his mind that he couldn´t possibly get out of it alone.

“Alright, I´m going to the bar with you!” he announced after hurriedly throwing on something to make him look presentable and leaving his room to join the others.

Kuroo was nervous, Daishou could tell, he also knew that he tried to hide his crush on their neighbor and bartender, but never pressed the matter.

“You look good” he stated, nodding at him approvingly.

It felt weird being complimented like that, Daishou never believed he looked alright, not even close to it, he was a mere insect unworthy of any attention.

But still his heart leaped in ecstasy as soon as those words left Kuroo´s mouth.

He didn´t style his hair today as the decision to go out came rather spontaneous.

You always thought he looked incredibly cute like this, he missed the way you´d look at him, the way your eyes sparked when you caressed his cheek. He swore he could still feel your warm hand.

His heart ached for you, he missed you terribly.

Sure, you were friends now, but Daishou was greedy, he wanted more.

Now that he has had a taste of what love could feel like, he didn´t ever want to feel anything else, he felt so safe with you, but more than that he needed you like the air he breathed.

Daishou simply didn´t function without you.

“I think you should stay home, Daishou” Bokuto said, looking at him with a worried expression.

Soon after moving in and being at a state of not hating each other, Daishou forced himself to open up a bit, if only to avoid his major trigger: alcohol.

Luckily his roommates were very supportive and respectful and so alcohol became a prohibited good in their apartment.

When Bokuto or Kuroo went out, they made sure not too drink too much and when they arrived home, they went straight to bed while being as silent as possible.

It worked well too, but Bokuto was always more perceptive than Kuroo in regards to mental health, he just picked up on the small things that Kuroo wouldn´t usually think about.

Not because he didn´t care, but just because the two had a very different way of thinking, Kuroo being more logical and Bokuto emotional.

“I´m fine, it´s okay. We´re not gonna stay long anyways. I just need some fresh air” Daishou said, his voice not even convincing himself, but he wasn´t ready to unpack the baggage that he carried currently.

And so the three of them walked out of their apartment, Bokuto already made up a plan in his head to let Daishou stay outside while he quickly delivered Kuroo.

He tried to minimize the time he had to spend in the company of drunk people as well as thinking about what to get for take out later.

But things never went as planned, did they?

As soon as they arrived at the bar, Daishou´s eyes diverted to the floor, he stayed frozen in place next to the entrance, trying his best to blend in with the wall, making himself as small as possible.

Others wouldn´t realize that something was wrong, they didn´t even spare a glance at him, which didn´t make the situation worse, but still, Bokuto could feel his heart clench in empathy.

Kuroo dragged him inside with him and when Yuuji saw them, he found himself in a conversation that felt like it would drag on forever.

He needed to get back to Daishou before he did something stupid, he knew that look in his eyes.

Also he felt like he was third wheeling and it made him very uncomfortable.

When things got too intimate for him, he just slipped away and hurried outside.

Daishou was still in the same spot, but he looked aghast.

Bokuto´s alarm bells rang all at the same time, he scratched the idea of getting take out for dinner and approached Daishou, apologizing loudly for being so late not to scare him.

He once tapped him on the shoulder in such a state before he knew how it made him feel and Daishou almost jumped out of his skin.

He kept quiet the whole walk home, sternly looking at the ground while Bokuto made conversation to distract him as best as he could.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment Daishou retreated to his room, sitting down on the floor, crouching down and resting his head on his knees.

Bokuto was quick to follow with a glass of water and whatever snack he could grab the fastest.

He sat down next to Daishou who was shaking and sobbing, clearly trying his best to keep quiet.

Just as he was taught.

Every time Daishou cried as a child, which was often, his father would tell him to shut up, hitting him hard across the face, most of the times leaving bruises.

To this day, Daishou still got jumpy when someone touched him without him seeing it, even something simple as just tapping his shoulder.

It made him cower in fear.

If he obeyed, he wouldn´t get hurt, it has always been this way and even after the divorce, even when he knew that he´d never have to see this horrible man again, he still saw his image in people he passed on the street.

Just like he did earlier.

His father was an alcoholic, making sure to tell Daishou what a mistake he was every time he got the chance to, his words left deep scars in Daishou´s mind and to this day he still felt unworthy.

His inferiority complex showed most in the way he played volleyball, not trusting his skills enough until he played for the uni team.

Kuroo and Bokuto helped more than he liked to admit, they were able to calm and silent his mind when he couldn´t and they became precious friends to him, a truly unlikely friendship.

He wanted to believe in himself like they did just one time.

Daishou had told Bokuto about his father in depth before, Kuroo only knew the gist of it all.

So Bokuto could only imagine what he must be going through right now.

“Let it all out, man. Don´t hold it in” he said and promptly Daishou´s crying got louder, but also more controlled.

He remembered when he had hyperventilated once before and how scared he was for him, how helpless he felt.

Ever since that incident Bokuto made sure to read into the topic of mental health and how to help properly.

He waited patiently until Daishou was done crying and then offered him the water and the snacks.

Daishou was grateful for his presence, Bokuto made him feel like it was okay that he wasn´t, like he had nothing to be ashamed of, like he was free.

“Thanks...” he said, his voice hoarse, finishing the glass and putting it next to him.

“That´s what friends are for. You´re not alone in this, we´re always here for you and if you want to talk about anything, you can unload it on me. I´m here to listen and to help” Bokuto told him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and this time Daishou didn´t flinch, he only looked up at him with swollen eyes and a grateful smile.

“Can I tell you something stupid?” Daishou asked, sniffling to which Bokuto nodded.

“I don´t want to be just friends with (Y/N). I´m too dependent on her, I miss her too much… I don´t think I ever loved someone as much as I love her and I don´t think I will ever love anyone else…” he admitted out loud for the first time. It was something that he always knew to be true and yet it sounded so unhealthy, so toxic that he didn´t want it to be.

“It´s not stupid. Feelings are never stupid.” Bokuto said sternly and in such an earnest voice, it made Daishou chuckle.

He felt at peace until someone knocked on their door.

Bokuto got up and opened it, finding your distressed face.

“Kuroo told me what happened, is he alright?” you asked out of breath. Just a few minutes ago, Kuroo and Yuuji entered your apartment, lips locked and limbs entangled.

They only had to mention that Daishou came with them to the bar to make you hyper aware of the consequences. You acted on instinct as you did so many times before, no matter your relationship status right now.

Bokuto couldn´t really react in time and just stepped aside to let you in, pointing to Daishou´s room.

It was strange. In Daishou´s mind you hated him, from his perspective you wanted nothing to do with him, you were just with him out of pity.

He held you in such high regards that he never once thought about your feelings from a realistic point of view.

Bokuto had to smile, it was so clear to him that you loved Daishou just as much as he loved you.

“Sugu? It´s me… I´m coming in” you announced your presence, refraining to knock because you knew loud and sudden noises scared him.

Slowly you opened the door and found him sitting on the floor, in the same miserable position as before, looking up at you with pleading eyes, eyes that said ´I´m sorry I´m a mess, a failure´, ´I´m sorry that I can´t ever be good enough´.

You sat down next to him, just close enough for him to know that you were there but not too close to make him uncomfortable.

“Code red?” you softly asked, it was your secret code to make sure he didn´t cut.

He shook his head, reaching out his arms for you so you could check, it was routine, it made him feel safe rather than ashamed and embarrassed.

You slowly rolled up his sleeves to inspect his scars, the freshest were about a few months old.

Nothing changed. Your heart still ached when you saw them, you felt somewhat responsible for them and guilty as well.

Daishou didn´t deserve to suffer like this…

“You know you´re not alone, right?” you softly asked.

He nodded.

“Bokuto and Kuroo… they help a lot” he said, making you relax your worried expression a bit.

“Don´t let them win, the voices in your head. They´re not real, always remember that. Something that isn´t real doesn´t have any control over you, but you have all the control over it. Use it. You´re stronger than you think, Sugu” you still held onto his arms without realizing it, softly tracing your fingers over them.

“I miss you…” he quietly said, averting his eyes, before speaking again.

“I don´t wanna be just friends” as soon as those words left his mouth you pulled him into a tight hug, your hands caressing his back.

Daishou immediately relaxed into your touch, hugging you back desperately.

“Good, because I could never see you as just a friend. I love you too much for that” you told him, your hands wandering through his hair as he let himself be calmed down by your touch.

“I love you too…” he mumbled into your chest and slowly loosened the hug.

You two looked at each other for a while, warm and gentle smiles plastered on your faces as you slowly leaned in to kiss him.

Daishou kissed back eagerly since he´s been waiting so long and when your lips connected it felt like coming home.