• send a few “BRING VALKO BACK” emails to [email protected] ‼️ if the cn girlies can get their attention, then so can we— but let’s do it in a peaceful, nonviolent way. “BRING VALKO BACK” shows our enthusiasm and love for this character and all the effort his team put into him without disparaging other LIs, real people and employees, and using bullying tactics.
• uninstall the game
• leave a 1⭐️ rating on the appstore; my personal reason was “BRING BACK VALKO” just to concisely get the point across. review bombing DOES hit them.
• unfollow all LADS platforms
• leave comments on their posts to express your distress for valko’s cancellation; keep it respectful
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1) Valkos introduction had literally no impact on your main & your enjoyment for your main. You chose to make a big fit of it anyway because what? You don’t want the 6th LI? Cool that’s why it’s an otome game and you literally have five other options to choose from. Now you hoed all the women who were excited for valko & already planning to main him. Hoed yourself too without realizing it because:
2) Removing Valko is not a win for anyone, and this will be revealed eventually when plot holes appear- or you live in fear that your main will suddenly be deleted one day too, because what stops that from happening now? Seriously. Any controversy could kill them now, any crazy zayne or Sylus or rafayel main who launches hate campaigns against your LI actually has a chance of succeeding. The 6th LI was ALWAYS supposed to be there from the very beginning, there’s evidence of this in one of the most basic mechanics of the game- stellactrum. Not only are we missing the update to the main story we were promised to get, but now I’ll constantly live in doubt of just what fucking plot holes exist in the game now that a long-existent factor— Valko— is gone. The whole MS needs to be rewritten from here on and that will literally only cause more delay that yall were rioting about to begin with. Infold shares the same 3 brain cells as yall apparently
3) where the FUCK are the girlies who were threatening bullshit lawsuits against infold? I wanna see them now that infold has actually lied to all our fucking faces a few days ago releasing those statements and commenting about how rest assured Valko will stick around as a recurring LI. All this fake ass marketing. Lying coward asses
4) clearly only the CN opinion matters. Not even all the CN girlies btw- just the loud ass toxic ass crying ass baby ass fake lawyer ass racist ass girlies. Infold doesn’t give a fuck about any of us really but wow they just spat in the face of every single global player. I don’t know how the fuck they think raising all this hype, literally spending years on valko’s character and story- which is crucial to the general experience + integrity of the game like all the other LIs- and then wiping him is a good idea. Like oh cool that does fuck all. MS is still stuck where it’s at. And now as an added bonus you just lost the trust of all your global (and some CN) fans, betrayed your own fucking word and marketing (AGAIN WHERE IS THE LAWSUIT FOR THIS???!), and now we have to live with the reality that the story will always contain a Valko-shaped hole.
I want them to delete the yellow stellactrum too. Only makes sense right? Delete it no balls. I’m so dead ass. Get rid of everything, every mechanic, every hint, every variable in the game, that was meant to be there and existed solely for Valko. Fuck it even get rid of our fishie because he always existed with his foil in mind! Only makes sense.
5) it should be pretty obvious but I’ve unfollowed all of the love & deepspace platforms, and honestly my will to play this game has completely vanished in a cloud of smoke rn. Genuinely fuck them. Had just bought a whole bunch of shit in preparation for him, and my aurum pass is still active but I’ve uninstalled the game & will never spend a dime on their lying coward pandering asses ever again unless they bring him back. Doubt it tho because again, they only care about the toxic loud cn girls 🙂
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᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.
" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.
you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "
" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.
" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.
⡴ gojo cannot undo your bras for the life of him ⡴ suggestive/a little bit of boobs and grinding
every. single. time.
every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.
this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.
“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.
“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”
he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.
he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.
his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.
he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.
his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.
you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.
“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.
he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”
“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.
you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.
he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.
“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”
“can we just forget about this and let me fuck you?”
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kny men falling obsessively in love with you after getting poisoned
Pairings: Kyojuro x reader; Sanemi x reader; Giyu x reader
Word Count: 4,3k
Warnings: it's getting heated but no real smut y'all, horny hashira so be aware, fluff fluff fluff
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Rengoku Kyojuro
Your heart almost beats out of your chest, the tray you’re carrying slightly trembling in sheer excitement.
You hate acting like a little teenage girl whenever he’s around. But since you were called in by Shinobu a few weeks ago and saw him again, you were stunned.
How is it even possible to fall for a man you barely know, a man who probably doesn’t even know a man? After all, you’re a no one compared to him. A demon slayer too weak to really fight, but skilled with medicine and herbs. If it wasn’t for Shinobu, you’d probably be dead already.
And him? He’s a hashira, the flame pillar, to be exact.
Your worlds couldn’t be any further apart. And yet, you find yourself swaying back and forth, your heart pounding against your ribcage by the prospect of seeing him again.
Shinobu ordered you to change his bandages and check on his wounds for possible infections. When he came in from his fight with the upper moon three, you were almost certain that he won’t make it. Day and night, you cared for his multiple gaping wounds, watched his heartbeat and vital status, stood up every hour of the day for his injection.
And he really made it. Thank heavens, that man was strong enough to really made it.
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now! I owe you my life!”
His kind words repeat themselves over and over in your head. Even though you know it’s ridiculous, that it’s impossible, that this man will never catch feelings for someone like you.
But you’re allowed to dream a little, right?
You knock on the door timidly.
“It’s me. I’m here for your bandage change and your meal,” you call through the closed door before opening it.
And getting greeted by his beaming eyes all over again.
“What a pleasant surprise! You always brighten my day with your presence!”
You can’t hide the little blush creeping up your face while you smile shyly at him, dropping your gaze as soon as you start to burn alive.
“Oh, (y/n)! I was hoping to meet you here! May I ask you to help me out?”
“Shinobu-san…Of course!” you stumble, swiftly placing your tray on a table nearby.
Why is Shinobu here? After Rengoku’s status was stabilized, she left him in your care exclusively. Is something wrong? Did he show any critical signs?
“Don’t worry, I’m only here because Rengoku-san generously allowed me to test a stimulant I’ve been working on for quite some time now.”
“A new stimulant?” you repeat, interest clearly peaking.
“As you know, Rengoku-san sustained damage to his nervous system, specifically sensory loss, nerve pain and extreme fatigue from time to time. In order to not only treat the symptoms but the cause, I created a stimulant out of wisteria and rare mountain herbs in hopes to accelerate nerve signal repair, increase his energy for recovery and help bringing back his full mental clarity in days rather than another few weeks,” she explains patiently, preparing the injection with skilled hands.
You can’t help but admire her. The amount of work she puts in creating antidots, stimulants, medicine and so much more is truly inspiring. How glad you are to call yourself her tsugoko.
“That sounds promising,” you reply with glooming eyes.
“It does, but apart from animal testing, I didn’t get the chance to examine it properly yet. I would never ask a patient to function as a test person, of course. But Rengoku-san insisted on trying it himself.”
“I know I can trust you. After all, you are very skilled within the medical field!” Rengoku interjects while watching the first shot entering his arm.
“Don’t flatter me, Rengoku-san! I actually learned a lot from (y/n)!”
“F…From me?” you mumble, face instantly growing hot.
“Of course! Your knowledge within the medical field is truly remarkable! I wish I knew as much as you do about herbs and medicine!”
“Shinobu-san, please! I…I don’t deserve your praise.”
“But you are great, (y/n)!” Rengoku beams directly towards you.
Your heart skips a beat, palms so sweaty that you automatically wipe them off your coat awkwardly. Does he really…Mean that? Rengoku doesn’t seem like a person who lies, especially not straight into your face. To be exact, he has to be the most decent and honest person you’ve ever met. So kind-hearted, so straightforward, so positive. Oh, you truly don’t deserve his praise-
“SHINOBU-SAN!”
It all happens faster than you’re able to comprehend. Aoi storms through the door without knocking, her uniform covered in dirt and fresh blood. Almost instantly, all color drains from your face. Something bad must have happened. Again severely hurt demon slayers?
“Tanjuro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and the sound hashira just came in – barely alive, the sound hashira misses his arm-“
Shinobu listens closely, so closely that she doesn’t realize the injection she put in Rengoku’s arm is already empty by now.
“I’m on my way. (y/n), please stay here with Rengoku-san look after his vital status. Please note any side effects the simulant might have. I’ll call after you if I need your help.”
And with that, the insect pillar is gone, leaving you alone with shaky fingers next to Rengoku.
What happened? You’ve heard that they left for a mission along with the sound hashira, that they actually encountered a high-ranked demon and that the snake pillar was sent after them. Tanjiro…He can’t die, he simply can’t. After all the things he’s been through, all the wounds you tend when he was in your care-
You shake your head.
No. This is not the time to think about things like this. Shinobu told you to look after Rengoku, this is your job now. You can go and look after Tanjiro and the others when you have the time for it.
“How are you feeling, Rengoku-san?”
“I’m feeling…strange,” he replies with unusual low voice.
You furrow your eyebrows, eyes scanning his skin and then the empty injection on the table.
The.empty.injection.
Your eyes grow wider and wider each passing second. Didn’t Shinobu-san say that she wants to test the injection step-by-step? She must’ve been so focused on Aoi and the others that she forgot to stop and wait.
Out of instinct, you spring up from your chair in sheer horror. Oh no. This might be bad. Really really bad.
“Rengoku-san! Are you…are you feeling strange in terms of bad?” you ask, your hands already on their way to work on your own.
Gently, you feel his forehead, his skin so burning hot that you flinch.
“Your skin is on fire! Are you in pain? Dizzy? Nauseous?”
“I… feel alive.”
His voice is hoarse, not in pain, not in weakness, but like it’s holding something back. You glance at him. He’s not hunched over or trembling, like a normal side-effect patient. No, Rengoku is sitting tall and straight, his muscles tense beneath the loose yukata, his eyes boring into you like you’re made of gold.
“You feel… alive?” you repeat, carefully noting it in your log.
Elevated body temperature. Confusion? Mood shift?
“I feel like I could lift a mountain. Run through an inferno. Shout your name from the top of Mt. Fuji.”
You blink.
“…Okay, slight delusions,” you whisper to yourself, jotting that down.
He shifts. The fabric of his yukata falls slightly from his shoulder, exposing more skin than it should, and you instantly avert your eyes.
“I’m so warm… but it’s not unpleasant,” he says slowly.
“It’s like… being wrapped in sunlight. Like standing beside you.”
You pause.
“Is it…could it be fever-induced hallucination?” you murmur, genuinely concerned now, hand reaching up to feel his forehead again.
But this time, he suddenly grabs your wrist and pushes you towards him. Firm. Steady. Very real. Very not hallucinating.
“Your hands are divine,” he breathes.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are when you’re focused?”
Your brain stalls.
“I…what?”
“I’ve been trying to be patient. Respectful. But this medicine, this miracle, it’s like it cleared the fog in my mind. I see you now. No…no, I’ve always seen you. I just never had the courage to go any further.”
You stare at him, still frozen. Is this a… symptom? Is he hallucinating you as someone else? No, you don’t allow yourself to even think about the opportunity that these are his real thoughts, that this is how someone like Rengoku Kyojuro feels about you-
“Rengoku-san, can you tell me your name? Just to make sure-”
“Kyojuro. Call me Kyojuro. Please, (y/n). Say it again. Say my name while looking at me.”
You pull your hand back slowly, still kept firmly in his strong arms. It takes all your strength to not let you fall into his tender touch, to not use this state of confusion for your own advantage.
“S-So, euphoria… that’s… interesting,” you whisper, writing it down with trembling fingers. “Cognitive function seems intact but slightly impaired-”
“I would go to war for you,” he mumbles.
You stop writing.
“I’d slay a thousand demons with my bare hands if it meant you’d smile at me for half a second.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Still not accepting the possibly that he really means what he just told you.
“…W-What?”
“Let me court you.”
Your mouth opens. Closes. Your brain is buffering.
“W-What did you just-?”
He’s suddenly close. Too close. One moment he’s sitting upright; the next he’s leaned toward you, golden eyes burning with emotion and something else, something more primal, something you’re only read about late at night.
“I want to hold your hand in public. I want to braid your hair - do you like hair braids? I can learn. I’ll fight my way through the seven layers of hell to make you breakfast. I want to share a bed with you, want to wake up to you in the morning and fall asleep next to you at night. Please, just let me.”
“WAIT…STOP!”
You slap your notebook shut and stare at him in horrified realization. You cannot ignore it any longer. Truth is, you know those symptoms even though you’ve never experienced them in connection with yourself before.
“Oh my god. You’re horny.”
He blinks at you.
“Yes.”
“Shinobu injected you with a concentrated aphrodisiac stimulant?!”
“It feels like every cell in my body is worshiping the ground you walk on. Is that what love is?” he gasps, clutching his chest.
You scramble to your feet – or at least you try with his hands firmly holding you in place on his lap.
“I-I have to go! I need to tell Shinobu!”
Is that…Something hard underneath you? You take a deep breath, desperately try to keep yourself form drowning in madness.
Wouldn’t it be way easier to just give in? Isn’t this what you dreamed about, to be his, to have his eyes only for yourself? Maybe this is the chance, maybe the only one you’ll ever get to be this close to him-
No. You vehemently shake your head and rip yourself out of his grasp before you go insane as well, stumbling backwards.
“WAIT (y/n)! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH MY FEELINGS-!”
You hear a thud behind you as he tries to get up and immediately collapses from overstimulation. Groaning.
“THE FLOOR IS COLD… BUT YOUR TOUCH WAS WARM…”
You sprint down the hallway like your life depends on it, yelling at the top of your lungs:
“AOI! SHINOBU-SAN! RENGOKU IS TRYING TO PROPOSE TO ME THROUGH FEVER DREAMS AND I THINK HE’S ABOUT TO START WEEPING INTO THE FLOORBOARDS!”
From behind the sliding door, you faintly hear:
“…I would name our children after all the flowers you like!”
Shinazugawa Sanemi
Just one look at him is enough to send you over the edge. That guy with his hot head, chickpea brain and muscles made of steel. What you hate most about Sanemi Shinazugawa?
That you never seem to reach him.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how rough you train. He is always one step ahead, always that inch better that decides the fight. And he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement about it.
“Lost. Again,” he comments dryly, his puffed chest an insult itself.
You drag yourself out of the dirt, huffing loudly. That fucking bastard.
“There was no need to push my face into the mud, you little shit,” you hiss through gritted teeth.
Oh, you’re so over this. His constant teasing, his unbelievable behaviour. Who on earth raised this dickhead?
“Please, stop fighting you two! Why can’t we all just get along and laugh a little more?” Mitsuri cries out next to you.
No. You can’t take it anymore, not even for Mitsuri. But…you let out your breath, try to calm down your beating heart. You don’t want to start a fight in her garden either, not when you know how much time she spends trimming the bushes.
“Fuck you, Shinazugawa,” you mumble before turning on your heel and stomping inside.
Honestly, as long as you don’t have to see that shitty grin, you’ll be fine. You slam the door shut behind you, allow your eyes to rest a little. You know he doesn’t deserve your anger, that he would stop teasing you if you’d stop reacting this way. But somehow, you can’t help it. Something about him triggers a part inside you that usually stays put.
There has to be a way to finally beat him, at least once in order to shut his filthy mouth. But how? How on earth are you supposed to surpass him when he trains just as much as you do? How?
Your eyes dart around the room with no real aim. Where are you, exactly? Mitsuri’s katana lays on display on a shelf, next to it a strange pink-colored potion.
You furrow your eyebrows, instantly drawing closer. Is this what she talked about with Shinobu? The powder she’s supposed to smear all over the blade of her katana in order to poison her opponents? No, Shinobu didn’t exactly state “poison”
“It will incapacitate your opponents in your unique way!”
Incapacitate.
Your eyes grow wider and wider.
Incapacitate…
You don’t waste another second. Maybe this is what you need to beat him. A small potion can’t hurt, right? He’s definitely been through worse. You shake a small amount into your hand and close it before heading back out.
“Huh, look who’s there! Done with your pity party, loser?”
“Fight me.”
He tilts his head ever so slightly, just in the way that almost makes you lose your cool. But you’ll have the upper hand now – even though only with a little bit of help.
Sanemi darts towards you without asking another question, aiming directly for your chest. He’s fast, ridiculously fast, and already halfway to slamming you into the dirt again when you throw your hand up.
POOF.
A pink cloud of shimmering powder bursts right into his face.
“What the fu…What the hell did you just-”
He stumbles back, waving his hand while coughing out loud. And you? You grin like a demon.
“Got you, bastard.”
“(Y/N)!!” Mitsuri’s voice shrieks so high-pitched it almost cracks the air just when you’re about to place your final hit.
You blink at her, smug expression faltering at her suddenly so serious tone.
“What?”
Her hands fly to her mouth.
“YOU DIDN’T JUST USE THAT PINK POWDER ON HIM?!”
You look down at your now-empty palm.
“Um. Yes?”
“That’s the experimental blend Shinobu gave me to test!! It’s not a paralytic - it’s a potent aphrodisiac! In small doses!”
You freeze mid-air.
“…What?”
Your widened eyes dart over to Sanemi, who’s rubbing his eyes, blinking rapidly. His face is already turning red - and this time not from anger. No, you’re immediately able to tell the difference.
Mitsuri is scrambling for her haori, already halfway to the gate.
“I’M GETTING SHINOBU! YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP AND I DON’T WANNA DIE HERE!!!”
“Mitsuri-?!”
Too late. She’s gone, her pink curls disappearing into the wind.
You turn back to Sanemi…who’s standing there, chest heaving, flushed all the way to his neck, and looking at you like you just grew three heads. Or possibly like he wants to eat you.
“What the fuck… did you do to me?”
His voice is a low growl now, thick and rough. You take a few steps back out of instinct. Fuck, this is bad. Really really bad. Why on earth does she have something like this just randomly standing on her nightstand!?
“I…I didn’t know it was an aphro-!”
You don’t even see him move. Suddenly, he’s in front of you, next to you, everywhere you look. Before you know how to think your back slams against the nearest tree, bark digging into your shoulder blades. His hand lands hard on the trunk beside your head, and he leans in, breath hot against your cheek.
“You trying to mess with me?” he growls.
“You think this is funny?”
You gulp. Shit, this went lengths too far even for your taste.
“N-No! I swear, I thought it was poison…I mean - harmless poison!”
His other hand grabs your jaw - not rough, not painful, but firm. His thumb brushes along your cheek. His pupils are blown wide now, sharp jade eyes nearly swallowed in black.
“Why the hell is it you that I can’t get outta my head right now? Why do you smell so damn good?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing except a silent whimper comes out.
“I’m gonna regret this,” he mutters, and then his lips crash against yours.
It’s messy. Uncoordinated. All teeth and desperation, like he’s trying to burn the fire out of his bloodstream with your mouth. His body cages you in, solid muscle pressing you against the bark, and one of his hands curls into your hair like he needs something to hold on to before he breaks.
And you? Your brain has left the chat. Your hand clutches the front of his uniform. And you fucking kiss him back out of instinct.
“I hate this,” he groans against your lips.
“Hate you. Hate how you make me feel like I’m gonna lose control. Hate that I’m hard and it’s your damn fault-”
“S-Sanemi!”
“Say my name like that again and I’m gonna ruin both of us.”
His rough hands find the back of your knees. He yanks you into the air like you weigh nothing, presses you firmly against the cool tree.
You can’t catch your breath, don’t even want to. Is this…what you felt for him all this time? Not hatred, but desperation? It definitely feels that way, it definitely feels way too god to be true-
“And then she just threw the powder in his face and I literally had NO time to react. Can you imagine!?”
“Mitsuri, stand still and be quiet.”
“BUT SHINOBU-“
The insect pillar stops Mitsuri in her tracks, pointing towards you.
And Sanemi.
Intertwined.
Pressed against each other on a tree.
“Oh my!” Mitsuri shrieks in utter excitement.
“Let’s just get out of here and wait until Sanemi took care of the potion a natural way,” Shinobu chuckles before turning on her heels and literally dragging the love hashira behind her.
Tomioka Giyu
You hear them shouting from afar – again. Instinctively, you pick up your pace, rolling your eyes in sheer frustration. Why is it so hard for both of them to just live peacefully while knowing that the other exists? Aren’t both of them hashiras, working towards the same goal?
Apparently, Sanemi and Giyu didn’t catch that mission yet.
“Can you guys just act like boys your age? Or at least a little grown up?” you shout over the noise of swords clashing.
Your heart skips a beat even though you try to supress your hard feelings. Giyu’s looking well today, his hair a little messy from the fight, face covered in a thin layer of dirt while his eyes hush over you ever so slightly.
“(y/n)-AH!”
A second too long, apparently.
“Ha, that’s what you get for losing your focus, fool!”
Like in slow motion, Giyu collapses onto the floor, his cheek pierced open by Sanemi’s blade. You run towards him immediately, checking on him. He’s unconscious, a small cut now disturbing his otherwise so perfect porcelain face.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” you shriek into Sanemi’s face.
Carefully, your shaky fingers inspect the wound. Not deep enough to leave a scar, but still unnecessary. Aren’t they supposed to fight with wooden swords only after the last incident?
“Oh shit”, Sanemi suddenly mumbles through gritted teeth.
Your narrowed eyes dart towards him, take in the panic that sets in on his features. This means nothing but trouble. Your voice sharpens, hands balling into tight fists.
“What did you do?”
Sanemi drags a hand through his hair, eyes darting anywhere but yours.
“...I, uh…might’ve…kinda forgot-”
“Forgot what?!”
“That my blade was still dipped in poison from earlier,” he mutters, almost too fast to catch.
“Wanted to try out how it works on demons. Didn’t clean it after. My bad.”
You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your jaw drops. He put poison on his blade. He forgot to wipe it off before fighting Giyu. At first, you’re too stunned to speak, mind unable to follow his words. Then the volume hits.
“YOUR BAD?! YOU FORGOT YOU HAD A POISONED BLADE AND YOU STABBED A HASHIRA WITH IT?!”
Sanemi flinches like your words hit harder than any sword.
“He’s not dead, calm down-”
“CALL SHINOBU! OR AOI! OR LITERALLY ANYONE WITH MEDICAL TRAINING BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!”
Sanemi swears under his breath, mutters something about “bossy brats,” and sprints off, boots pounding against the courtyard stones.
You turn back to Giyu, bracing for the worst - except…
His lashes flutter and his eyes crack open. His pupils are slightly dilated, his breathing uneven. The sight makes your stomach twist, not entirely out of relief, though.
“Giyu? Can you hear me?” you ask, gently touching his cheek.
His gaze locks on yours immediately, sharp as a hawk. But instead of confusion or anger, there’s… something else there. Something warmer. Something you’ve never seen before in his eyes.
Your fingers freeze on his skin.
“You came,” he replies quietly, almost like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Of course I did, you idiot, you just got poisoned-”
His hand shoots up and catches your wrist, holding you there. You blink, startled, as the faintest flush spreads across his cheeks.
“You’re… close,” he murmurs, voice low and a little unsteady.
“I like it when you’re close.”
Heat floods your face.
“Giyu-”
“I was… dreaming about you.”
His thumb brushes along the inside of your wrist and you swear your pulse skips more than just once.
“It felt real. And now… you’re here. Still feels real.”
Your mouth opens to protest, but the way he’s looking at you makes your brain stall, like you’re the only thing keeping him tied to the ground.
His thumb is still stroking your wrist, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way your pulse jumps under his touch. You try to pull back, but his grip only tightens. No matter how much you longed for his touch, no matter how good this feels, you need to do something. What if he dies because you were too selfish to call for help?
“Giyu… you need to rest-”
“I don’t want to rest.”
His voice is firmer now, almost rough.
“Not when you’re here.”
You swallow hard. This is getting harder each passing second
“You’re poisoned, you’re not thinking straight-”
“I’m thinking perfectly,” he interrupts, his gaze locked to yours.
“Clearer than I have in years.”
Your breath hitches when he sits up suddenly, the movement forcing you back onto your heels. His knee brushes yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. He leans forward, so close you can feel his breath fan across your lips, his body occupying yours fully.
“You keep running around… patching everyone up… looking at me like I’m just another patient.”
His eyes darken, sparkle down at you unpromising.
“But I’ve been watching you.”
Your heartbeat stutters.
“W-What?”
His free hand lifts, fingers ghosting over your jaw, tracing the curve of it with featherlight precision.
“Your voice. Your hands. The way you smell after you’ve been working with herbs… it’s stuck in my head.”
You open your mouth to tell him to stop, that this is the poison talking, but then his nose brushes yours.
“Tell me to let go,” he murmurs.
“Tell me to stop wanting you right now, and I will. But if you don’t…”
His thumb grazes your lower lip, slow, careful.
“…I’m not sure I can.”
Your pulse is pounding so hard it’s dizzying. His breath is warm, face inches from yours, the low rasp of his voice sending heat curling in your stomach. This is a dream coming true, a scenario you’ve had in your head more than once. Why not enjoying at least a few seconds of finally feeling him this close?
“Giyu…”
And then his forehead rests against yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck like he’s anchoring you in place. His lips almost brush yours, just enough for you to feel the faintest drag of heat before he pulls back a fraction, gaze still locked on yours.
“I need you to stay,” he whispers.
“Even if they say it’s the poison, you’re all I’m able to think of, (y/n). You’re all that I want-”
Somewhere in the distance, you hear Sanemi’s heavy steps approaching.
“I FOUND AOI – STOP INTERACTING WITH HIM, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE! (Y/N)!)”
“Fuck”, you hiss.
“Let’s get out of here”, Giyu suggests, dragging you onto your feet.
Are you really this selfish, so focused on your own needs that you’d ditch his proper medical care for it?
the first time you heard megumi laugh was when the divine dogs, once summoned per your request, ran over straight to you. you were in his dorm when the sudden topic of shikigami came up. you only got to see them while on missions and rarely get to touch them before they’re launching at curses.
so, you obviously took the chance to try to pet the divine dogs. after a faux-irritated look at megumi and something muttered underneath his breath, megumi finally summoned the two large dogs. before you could let out an awe, they ran straight towards you. a huge ball of fluff weighted onto your chest, making you fall back onto the floor.
megumi made a sound of surprise as the white dog lied on your chest, the black one settling his head in your lap. “oh my—megs! why is he so heavy?! oh—” he would’ve took you seriously if it hadn’t been the laughter cutting off your words.
if only you could see past the white fluffy fur, you’d be able to see the growing smile on his normally stoic face. the sight made his chest warm with love as the divine dogs licked your face, making you sputter out nonsense about asking him to save you. you kept on trying to wipe your face, trying to stop the dog from destroying your makeup. it was then when you heard soft laughter from the man in front of you.
you finally managed to push the divine dogs off of you and shot up, watching as megumi tried to cover his laughter with his hands. it wasn’t a loud laughter like itadori or kugisaki. it was softer and genuine, like it was something just for you. even better, he had one of those smiles that made your cheeks flush.
when the laughter finally faded away and the divine dogs surrendered, backing away from you, he froze. looked at you staring at him intensely. and his face turned bright red, quickly turning away from you while trying to cover his face with the hoodie he had on.
“i saw you laugh!”
“i did not.”
but he was still smiling when he thought you looked away.
I LOVE YOUR YUJI WORKS and i see u love yuji sm sm sm and i’m here to share a little earworm cuz it’s got me in a chokehold
yuji in boxers… like…. those tight boxers that don’t do anything to hide his outline……
AAUFHFHFHF FAT COCK YUJI
✩꒱ tighty whities — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. handjobs, big dick yuuji, counting the inches, roommates to lovers -> every once in a while yuuji pulls out his tightest, teeniest pair of underwear and every once in a while you’re curious enough to see what they’re hiding.
thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.
yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when he’s out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though it’s tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.
he’d be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if you’re roommates or best friends, you’ve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because they’re stupidly small for him.
and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.
until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like it’s the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.
one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuuji’s shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. “i don’t know how you live with him without jumping his bones,” she’d giggled, reaching for your milk. “he’s got the whole package, you know?”
you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when he’s back from the gym — attempting to discern the type of underwear he’s wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and you’ve always been touchy with each other, you’re friends and he’s great for cuddles, but now when you’re relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta — you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.
when he’s got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.
it’s one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todo’s got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when he’s around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this — you’ve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.
yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you can’t seem to ignore now.
“sorry, know it’s a lot.” because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him he’s making your mouth water. “i can put some sweats on—?”
you’re all too eager when shake your head no. “i-it’s your room. sleep however you’re most comfortable!”
naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie you’re watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really can’t help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin — your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. you’re touchy. friends do this… but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.
lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.
yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. “you’re not watching the movie, are you?”
a hint. a chance. you take it. “can i touch it?” your ask is a breathless whisper — as light as summer’s breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything you’ve been thinking about for months.
he’s already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a siren’s song.
yuuji’s cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. “if you wanna… j-just be careful, yeah?”
that’s all it takes.
his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan — pink hair askew like the flutter of petals — and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.
“you feel so big, yuuji,” your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. it’s as if you’re trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. “sensitive too.”
“nngh, i know,” whilst itadori’s hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. “s-sorry, fuck. ‘m just so hard and you’re so pretty and you smell so good.” he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.
the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers — only because you’ve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.
long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angel’s kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold — sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. “you could make me cum like this, y-y’know? in my boxers like a — fuck — like a teenager,” yuuji stutters, chasing words that don’t make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. “makes me feel so filthy, but i’ve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly i’ve wanted it to be you touching me like this. i’d do anything for you. anything, baby girl.”
his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.
“then will you?” you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. “wanna see how much you cum too.”
“god yes, i can cum. i’ll cum for you. just —!” yuuji’s large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. “that’s it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.”
you’re in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.
he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot he’s been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him — cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.
like a twig with little resistance to pressure.
“oh my god — baby, shit!”
yuuji’s release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.
and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin — he’s still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.
his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him — crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.
your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. “how many inches is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken?”
“i don’t… know? i’ve never measured?” you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. “why?”
yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth — his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.
“just wondering, how much of me you’ll be able to take tonight.”
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𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type of boyfriend who makes you feel loved without even trying. nothing feels forced with him. affection comes so naturally that half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he always looks genuinely happy to see you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been gone for five minutes or five days, his face lights up the second he spots you and it’s impossible to miss.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re walking together, he’ll naturally match your pace without thinking about it. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll slow down. if you’re tired, he’ll notice before you even say anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves holding your hand. not because he thinks it’s romantic, but because he likes being connected to you somehow. he’ll reach for your hand automatically while talking, crossing the street, standing in line, or just sitting next to you.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji pays attention to the things that make you happy and quietly makes them happen whenever he can. he’ll remember your favorite drink, your favorite snacks, the songs you always replay, and the things that cheer you up when you’re upset. he could even remember your favorite socks pair or hair tie!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever something good happens to him, you’re the first person he wants to tell. he’ll come running over with the biggest smile on his face just to share the news with you.
𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely loves listening to you talk. it doesn’t even matter what the topic is. if you’re excited about something, he’s excited too. he’ll sit there smiling, asking questions, and getting invested in things he knew absolutely nothing about five minutes earlier. your happiness is his happiness.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re cold, you’ll have his jacket around your shoulders before you even get the chance to complain about it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gives the beeeest hugs. not the quick, casual kind. the kind where he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes you like he’s making sure you’re really there.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is naturally protective, but not possessive at all. he trusts you completely. he just wants to make sure you’re safe, comfortable, and okay. he’d do anything for you, anything! even if it means risking his own life.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to be with you. he might not always know exactly what to say, but he’ll stay until you’re feeling better because leaving you alone when you’re hurting simply wouldn’t feel right to him.
𓂃⋆.˚ he worries about people more than he lets on, and that includes you. if you tell him you’ve arrived somewhere safely, you’ll practically be able to feel his relief through the screen. anytime you’re alone or going home he’ll always make sure you made it home safely or the area you’re in is crowded and lively. if he knows you’re anxious he’ll call you all the way to your appointment so you have someone to keep you company. he always says “talking helps” and he means it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh. sometimes he’ll intentionally act ridiculous just to hear you giggle because seeing you smile immediately improves his mood. sometimes he just won’t notice how naturally silly he is, but as soon as he discovers that specific thing made you chuckle he’ll star doing it every day.
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you’re upset with yourself, he’s the first person to remind you of all the things you’re good at. not in an exaggerated way either. he’ll list specific things because he genuinely notices them.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s very physically affectionate without being overwhelming. an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on yours, leaning against you while you’re sitting together, absentmindedly brushing your hair out of your face.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type who checks whether you’ve eaten before checking on almost anything else. he’ll always gift you big snacks packs from seven eleven and cover up the calories behind with the marker.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re tired, he’ll immediately tell you to rest. if you’re sick, he’ll worry ten times more than necessary and spend the entire day asking if you need anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gets excited about spending time with you no matter what you’re doing. a fancy date, a movie night, a trip somewhere new, or just sitting around talking all sound equally good to him as long as you’re there. he loves taking pictures of you during dates and printing them with his polaroid to fill his album.
𓂃⋆.˚ he would absolutely brag about you when you’re not around. not in an embarrassing way, but in the way someone talks about a person they’re genuinely proud of. he wants everyone to know you’re the best girlfriend ever!!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you accomplish something, he’s somehow even more excited than you are. he’ll celebrate every little victory like you’ve just won an olympic gold medal. he’ll show up with with whistles, confetti, mochi and a plastic trophy.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is surprisingly observant when it comes to your emotions. people sometimes mistake him for being simple because he’s straightforward, but he’s actually very good at noticing when something feels off.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you fall asleep next to him, he won’t move for ages because he doesn’t want to wake you up. even if his arm goes completely numb, he’ll just suffer in silence.
𓂃⋆.˚ he trusts people easily, but his trust in you runs deeper than that. you’re one of the few people he feels completely comfortable being vulnerable around.
𓂃⋆.˚ there are moments when his usual cheerful smile disappears and you can see how much he carries inside. during those moments, he doesn’t need advice or solutions. he just likes knowing you’re there with him.
𓂃⋆.˚ after everything he’s gone through, one of the things he values most is having someone he can come home to. someone who makes the world feel normal again. you’ll never catch him with a sad pout on his face, not even after the most traumatizing sorcery fight. he’ll always encourage a smile on his face every time he sees you. on one hand, it’s to not make you worry, while on the other it’s simply his nature to prioritize your happiness and safety before his. he’d eventually share details about what happened while you two are cuddling.
𓂃⋆.˚ for all his strength, all his courage, and all the impossible things he faces every day, yuji is incredibly soft when it comes to the people he loves. the way he looks at you, listens to you, worries about you, and celebrates you makes it obvious that loving you is never something he treats lightly. it’s one of the most important things in his life.
