#adult Souichi

[lunnyhasunohana]

Adult Souichi

#art #myartstyle #my art #fanart #junjiito #souichi #adult Souichi #junji ito souichi #souichi tsujii #souichi fanart #more old doodles

[superfunething]

Here’s him finished! (Maybe… eeheeheehee)

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[v0dkagivesyouwings]

Happy birthday to my favorite edgelord who grew up to be the biggest heart throb known to man 😭💕 gonna be eating strawberry cake in his name 🍓🍰🎂

#twitter saw it first! #souichi tsujii #adult souichi #junji ito #love you my skrunkly #my babygirl

[welcometothespiral]

Original Video: @luyyyx_

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[grimzeyblogs]

i don't trust people who say they find souichi hot, like we're all aware he's eleven right? and we're all very much not eleven right???

#like if its the adult souichi then thats okay #but it never is #its always the eleven year old child #souichi tsujii #lex shouts into the void

[kudouusagi]

KSB 15-4 Spoilers

I'm working on translating the new chapter but here's some spoilers if you're interested while you wait.

Morinaga is still getting bugged by his mom, Souichi tells him to block them and Morinaga is surprised that Souichi would say that because he's big about family but Souichi says that families do that and he gets blocked by Tomoe all the time, like when he moved to Tokyo and Souichi was complaining about Kurokawa, but he hasn't recently. Souichi would block his father when he was being annoying when he was younger too. "I think that when you want distance from someone it's fine to just casually block them" and Morianga says "it's fine for your family since you're close but it would just cause more problems for me and then Souichi's like well maybe you should make it worse

Then he invites Morianga to go visit the grave with his family and Morianga questions if he should come but Souichi says they keep telling him to invite him every time anyway so his family wants to see him too so he should take the chance to see them when they're around.

Morinaga is happy but is thinking that his family isn't close at all and they're like strangers who are just related by blood.

Morianga then gets a call from his mom and he tries to ask what she wants and she says that since he just keeps saying he's busy over text so she thought she should call and Morianga's like "calling doesn't change that I'm busy!" and that it's weird for her to call now when he was going to school for 6 years and they didn't talk much then. She says that his dad is saying maybe now that he's got a job maybe he'll want to settle down and have a family and Morianga's like "I'm gay I've told you this" and she's like but you won't know unless you meet someone etc So he tells her he's not going to talk if they won't listen and hangs up on her.

Souichi tells him he should really tell them how he feels and use stronger words and cause a big fight and Morianga said he did when he lived with them but he's tired of it now. he thinks it would be easier to just cut ties with them since they won't understand and Souichi says maybe you should, since it takes a lot for a guy like you to want to cut ties with anyone and it annoys him having to listen to them too. and he says that since they're adults they don't really need parents anymore, and that if he needs help he has plenty of people around who can help like friends and him and his family

Morinaga starts crying and Souichi tells him not to cry and rubs his head

The end

#koisuru boukun

[ystrike1]

Tracing the flower funeral - By Komura (9/10)

Control is framed as a fetish here. "The master is actually the butler" is kind of overplayed at this point, and it's a little silly. How can an employee get away with abusing their unwilling employer? This story writes around that. The "butler" is a powerful man who just so happens to have a fetish for servitude, and he has a favorite lady.

Lady Yurimiya is a wealthy heiress runaway. She had no life back at home. She is a very minor member of a very major family. Nobody in the upper crust is interested in marrying her or befriending her, but she had to follow all of the strict rules anyway. It was a very pointless and boring life.

Mr. Souichi Nakiri, her "butler", is looking for her. This story gets weirder with every page. Souichi used Lady Yurimiya like a doll, and nobody stopped him. That's...really horrible, but why was he allowed to terrorize the poor woman. Lady Yurimiya can't be treated roughly by a mere employee. That would reflect badly on her family.

Something isn't adding up...

Lady Yurimiya is not an idiot. She ran away to get a job and live in reality. She dyed her hair. She made friends. She loves her new life.

She tries to reason with Souichi.

Souichi doesn't care about her logic. He liked taking care of her. Managing her every move turned him on. He misses controlling her, and he wants her to go back to her old life.

She resists.

Really hard actually.

Lady Yurimiya puts up a decent fight.

Souichi traps her. The situation worsens. The Yurimiya family wants to marry her off to a lesser family, to get rid of her. She will be given to a man who will never love her. She will be the "bride that isn't quite pure enough" for the rest of her days, if she ever gets dragged home.

If she doesn't accept "help" from Souichi someone else will come take her.

Souichi stays over.

Lady Yurimiya tries to set boundaries, but Souichi disrespects her at every turn. His Lasy Yurimiya is a reserved raven haired beauty. He refuses to accept the blond and bubbly girl she has become.

The Nakiri family is actually more influential than the Yurimiya family. There's...alot to unpack here. Souichi is "serving" Lady Yurimiya voluntarily. Running away from home was never going to work...because a family even more influential than the Yurimiya Clan has laid claim on her.

The situation with Souichi isn't really explained. He might not be the Nakiri family heir, but he's high up. High up enough to spend his life role playing as an abusive butler.

He also knows Lady Yurimiya is afraid of him, and he doesn’t care. It reassures him. Fear makes people easier to control, after all.

His insults are brutal.

He tears apart her appearance.

Her job.

Her dreams.

She only needs to be a doll wife for him.

If she refuses her future husband will be a thousand times worse, and a million times more neglectful, than him.

He humiliates her in public.

He hands in her resignation slip for her, in front of one of her close work friends.

He cuts her important ties for her, before they leave.

He makes her look like a snob too, so her friends won't try to contact her.

He thrives on her misery and her happiness. Either one is good enough for him. He's obsessed with her. Her smile doesn't matter, as long as he has her. Souichi is an extremely selfish, spoiled and capable yandere. He seems like the kind of guy nobody says no too. Maybe you've met somebody like him. The classic spoiled kid that can't take no for an answer.

That's him, but he's a scary adult so it's extra freaky.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #smut #Tracing the flower funeral

[cicidarkarts]

Haunted House (Souichi x Reader)!Adults .:Part 2:.

< Part 1 | Part 2

Darkness bathes your skin. Heart racing, you’re frozen to the spot as your eyes dart around. Only shapes form before you in pitch blackness, like regular house furniture. There’s a switch on the wall in front of you and you feel compelled to try it, desperate for your vision to draw a close to this never-ending darkness. The switch doesn’t work. It clicks on and off with no reaction elsewhere. Beside the switch, a fusuma that you slide open. It leads you to a den full of rooms behind closed doors.

Survive to the end.

What was that? That whispering in your ear, that creeping on your neck… You whip around, heart in your throat, but there’s no one; just a dark foyer, as sparsely furnished as the den. An urge that is not your own overtakes your legs and forces you to wander deeper. You try the first door. It’s stuck. You tug several times but it doesn’t budge. Something holds it shut.

You don’t want to imagine what could be on the other side so you try the door beside it instead. It opens effortlessly. The layout is exactly the same as when you first entered. Not only does it appear the same, you know instinctively that it is the same, a loop. 

Your shaking legs walk you toward the stuck door and you try it, but it rattles in vain. The top and bottom of the door moves slightly off the lacquer siding but you can see nothing aside from pure darkness beyond. You try the door that leads to the loop and, sure enough, you return to the dark den, to the now-familiar furniture.

The stuck door calls out to you again. Your blood is cold as you try it once more. 

It opens. Beyond it, a claustrophobic hallway with an end that cannot be perceived. A black, shadowy mass makes it impossible to see. The mass writhes and you jolt back. Your back slams into a wall, the door behind you gone without a trace. Your breath hitches. How? Where did the door go? It was just right there. And now you’ve no choice now but to continue on. With a steadying, deep inhale, you wander down the hall. 

Doors upon doors on either side overwhelm you. None seem good enough to try, none stick out. The walls around them are bare but as you continue, they become furnished with blank paintings. You’re wandering closer to the shadowy mass at the back of the hall, yet the mass does not seem to draw near. No matter how far your heavy legs take you, how many doors you pass, you don’t appear to make any headway.

As you press on, the paintings develop; scenery, still-life. Then one snatches your attention. You rush to it and stare hard through the darkness, eyes adjusting to reveal the intimate details. It looks familiar; human, eyes removed yet other features unperturbed. You feel sick to your stomach as it churns. It’s your neighbor. His mouth is together in a thin line, sitting as though in a portrait. His empty sockets wordlessly scream out to you, sending shivers along your spine. You reach with a shaking hand and attempt to open the fusuma, hoping it remains shut. But the door slides open.

The room inside is closed off. No windows, no other doors, with no furniture except one table in the middle. Your legs beg to leave but you know there is no going back. You enter and the door slides shut behind you. You’re too afraid to turn around and so you keep looking forward. 

Upon the table is a cloth doll, featureless aside from button eyes and a stitched-in frown. You approach the doll and the table, noticing something etched into the wood. The etching spirals toward the center and you remove the doll to see it end unremarkably. Small in your hand, the doll lays lifelessly. You peer down at it and that voice creeps into your brain once more.

He shouldn’t have trifled with things he doesn’t understand.

The voice forces you to envision your neighbor, in the hospital, paralyzed as the doctors try once again to get him to speak. As his open-mouthed, bulging-eyes visage takes over your mind’s eye, you watch the doll take on his features. Hair grows and tickles your palm, the doll’s skin colors to clothes, and your neighbor now sits in your hand.

You suppress a gasp and resist the urge to throw the doll away. Rather, you can’t. As if the motions are not your own, your arm lowers and your fingers release the doll onto the table, laying it on its back. Its button eyes catch a glimmer of something above and you look. There’s a large, rocking mass.

A guillotine has appeared above the table.

End him.

End him? Kill him? Is this house trying to turn you into a murderer? Or is this simply an illusion? It feels real. Too real. Your eyes trail along the rope to the guillotine, down the side of the room. The rope is bound by a single, frail stick. One rough movement would unleash the rope and allow the guillotine to fall. But you’re no murderer.

End his life.

You slap your hands over your ears, trying and failing to block out the voice as it repeats itself over and over.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him—

Chanting like a mantra, torturous, driving you insane with its constant chatter and horrid visions — your neighbor, dead, decapitated. Just the thought makes you feel sick. But then another thought interrupts you: the owner. His face swallows your consciousness whole and you want nothing more than to see him again. And all you have to do to get closer to your goal is—

Kill him. 

The urge rushes through you and you snap the stick. Its scraping makes your mind reel with images of blood and death. Your pulse pounds in your head and before you can turn around, the guillotine comes crashing down. You slowly turn your neck to see. The doll’s head lay separate from its body. A smell of gore permeates the air but the doll’s insides are simple cotton stuffing.

You choke upon the abrupt intake of air to your lungs as the image of your neighbor hits you. Dead. His body and head separated in a mess at the hospital, doctors scrambling for answers, nurses screaming as viscera covers the floors and walls. You stumble back, hitting the wall behind as your legs weaken. They give way and you’re sent sliding down the wall into a shaking heap. Your chest heaves as you pant.

Go.

You can’t move.

Go. NOW.

The booming voice in your head forces tears from your eyes. What have you done? Why? How?

Go to him.

Him… The owner. His face throws your previous thoughts aside and you find the strength to return to your feet. Something you can’t explain guides you back to the door from which you entered and you’re back in the hallway before you realize you’d done so.

The shadow beast is closer now. It grounds you to the present, helping you forget the visions you’ve had. You approach it and wait for another door to speak to you, knowing one will. Your hand runs along the left wall, feeling every indent of the fusuma and lacquer frames beneath your fingertips. It’s cold. Freezing cold.

One door stings your skin as an icy chill envelops you. It’s so cold that you tear your hand away as your fingertips burn. The door holds vapors beyond it that creep out in wisps of ice. This is the door. You feel it. The handle on the door is just as cold and you touch it only to rip your hand away once more. It’s too cold. Far too cold. But the inside of the room calls you. It begs for you to enter, pleading with promises of the owner’s handsome face and his gorgeous, alluring ways.

You bite your tongue and hurriedly fling the door open. The cold stops. You place your hand along the door as you enter and there is no longer a chill within. It’s pitch black inside but you know that the middle of the room is an abyss. You hesitate to step into it. If you do, could you ever return?

A pair of hands shove you from behind. You stagger into the abyss and whip around to see the culprit, but you’re now surrounded by darkness. You quickly grope around, feeling nothing but air. Shaking legs stumble you through the void, then jog you, then sprint you until you’re rushing through the vast expanse of black. It swallows your senses until you can’t see anything, can’t feel or hear or smell. Complete deprivation.

You crumple onto the ground, cradling your head. Hopelessness overtakes you. You’re trapped here. You’re trapped and you’ll never see your family again. Never see your friends. Never see anyone you’ve ever loved. The nothingness engulfing you is all you have now. Your shuddering breath lets out tears. It all comes on so fast. Everything hits you hard at once as visions of loved ones flit away to become one with the void. Or perhaps it is you that’s become one with the void. You can no longer tell. All you know is that you’re utterly and completely alone.

Let go.

Let go? Let go of what?

Your loved ones.

You shudder at the voice’s response. How long has it been able to hear your thoughts? You’re not sure who or what the voice is, but whatever it is, it asks far too much. How could you let go of everyone you love? People who have been there for you, people who care about you; you could never let them go. They mean far too much.

But if you want to see him again, if you want to be in the presence of that beautiful, enticing man once more, do you have a choice? His eyes, his lips, his cheekbones, his scent, his mannerisms, and your intense, burning, yearning to see him again; isn’t that what really matters? You want to hold him close. You want to kiss his lips. You want him to have every piece of you.

He’s the only one you need.

He’s the only one you need. You’ve forgotten your best friend’s name. He’s the only one you want. You’ve forgotten your mother’s face. He’s the only one you desire. You’ve forgotten who you are. The darkness disappears, leaving you sitting in the middle of an empty room. 

Numb, devoid of anything but intense desire for him, you stand.

The door behind you is open and you leave. At the end of the hall, the shadow still sticks, but it’s closer now. The other way is still a dead-end, a wall right before your eyes. You know you should feel frightened by your lost memories, yet you don’t. All you can think about is your overpowering craving to see that man again. That man whose name forms within your mind.

Soon…

The voice soothes you. You know you will be reunited with him and it brings peace to your heart. Your pace quickens so you may reach him but the writhing mass is still too far away. You rush through a random door on your right, desperate to get the next test over with and become one with him.

But when you step inside of the room, that desperation drops and is replaced with sheer, abject horror. Your knees buckle, your legs shake, and your stomach lurches. There’s a man on a cross, crucified, nails in his hands and feet. Blood pours from the festering wounds. All of your rationality returns to you with a powerful hit to your senses — the smell of decay, the sight of torture, the taste of blood in the air, a stickiness on the floor that follows your stumbling feet.

The man’s eyes shoot toward you, irises like pinpricks amongst the mass of white. Your heart leaps, your mind blanks. He sputters and chokes before he finally speaks, voice rasped and dry.

“Please. Please kill m-me, i-it hurts…”

You finally can’t hold in your screams. Your throat shreds as you let out a piercing shriek.

Kill him.

“No!” You scream back.

KILL HIM.

“God, please no!” “K-Kill me. It h-hurts…”

You hold your head, shutting your eyes tight so you don’t have to look at him. The image is burned into you and you see him just as clearly as if you had your eyes open. His ragged moans and gurgles of agony dizzy you and turn to run, but the door you entered through is shut tight. Something holds it closed again. You pull and pull, frenzied fear bewildering you. Tears pour down your cheeks as the rattling fusuma keeps you trapped.

KILL HIM NOW.

You whirl around to the excruciating moans from the crucified man. A rope falls from the ceiling, swaying in front of you. You need only pull it, you know this. You know that if you pull that rope, the man will die. In what way, you’re uncertain, but you know it will be horrific. You shut your eyes again but you can still see yourself reaching for the rope, grabbing it, yanking it, then your shaking hands release it. But you can’t take it back. With eyes shut tight, the scene plays out before you as if you had no eyelids at all.

The floor drops around him, leaving his cross standing as flames shoot up. It’s sweltering in that room. Flames of Hell lick the man’s feet and he screeches, sending your ears ringing and throbbing.

You’re forced to watch the flames consume him. You cover your eyes but you still see his flesh burning black, melting, boiling. Sickness slips into your throat and you gulp it back down. The smell of brimstone and sulfur and cooking flesh makes your churning stomach worse. His death rattle slowly falls into a sickening groan. Your blood turns to ice as you hear the relief in his final breath.

Then everything blackens around you. You’re still conscious but everything is a void. You remove your hands from your eyes to see that you’re back in the hallway. Panting, you try to regain yourself.

In front of you, the black mass of shadowy smoke hovers, reaching its arms out to you, hands caressing your face. Everything so quickly melts away. You feel your eyes glaze over, your muscles instantly relaxing.

Welcome home.

Home? You silently mouth that word back. The shadow dissipates into the air, revealing a door behind it.

Enter for your prize.

Your prize: that gorgeous, alluring man. You’ve gone through his horrifying trials and, somehow, someway, find everything worth it. A smile twists your mouth and the door creaks open for you, allowing you entry.

The scent of tobacco, mint, and sandalwood embraces you once more as you step inside. Your heart flutters and your guts fill with butterflies when you see him. He stands calmly in the middle of this final room, his suit pressed and clean, his hair neatly kept, and his smile calling you to him. He’s lit only by candles along a small table.

“Congratulations.” His voice fills you with intense lust. “You’re the only one to make it through. Never had anyone make it past my brother before. Usually, they just break down. Like your neighbor. Granted, I believe you had a little extra… Motivation.”

He chuckles. It’s deep and amazing just as you’d imagined time and time again. Despite what you’ve seen, now that your eyes are upon him, you can focus on nothing else. Not the trauma, not missing your family, not seeing people die before your eyes; all stepping stones for meeting this man, the self-made promises that you would see him by the end. And be his. You both approach one another. When you’re close enough, his hands lock around your waist. Such a welcoming touch.

He says, “I’m so glad you’re here, my little puppet.”

His gaze pierces yours. The back of your neck pricks, tingling down your spine and across your scalp. His words seem so enticing but his tone makes you want to recoil in fear. Whatever has drawn you here pushes back that fear with great force.

You’re HIS. 

Logic could never defeat that soundless urge in your head. You're his. You’re his. ʎou’re ɥıs. You have

no choice.

“It doesn’t matter what your life was before,” he says, snapping your undivided attention to him. “You’ll be leaving all of that behind. But you knew that, didn’t you?” “Yes.” Your voice speaks for you. Would you have chosen a different answer if it hadn’t? “You’re mine now.” “Yes.” “I want you to say it.” You sound so far away from yourself. Everything around you is darkening, focusing only on him. “I’m all yours, Souichi.” “That’s my little puppet,” he says, allowing himself an eager chuckle. “But before we can kick this off, there's one tiny thing I need from you, my love. See—,” His voice quivers. “—I’m quite hungry.”

He laughs again, sharp and cold, sending goosebumps along your skin as he reveals his pointed canine teeth. A shudder tears across your muscles, body tensing as your cloudy mind clears. It screams at you to leave, but only for that moment. Once his fingers run across your jawline, you become malleable by his hand and your shoulders fall as you gaze into his beautiful, dark eyes.

“Never forget...” He speaks softly, moving towards your vulnerable throat, enticing you to roll your head back. His breath hits you and his hands clutch your wrists. He whispers, 

“You belong to me.”

He kisses your neck, soft lips warm against your skin. Open-mouthed, he tastes you, savors you, makes you squirm beneath his touch. The rush of bliss, the heightening sensitivity, the warmth coursing through you — it’s all so much. It leaves you wriggling like an insect caught in the spider’s web.

You, the prey.  ˙ɹoʇɐpǝɹd ǝɥʇ 'ɯᴉH

With a final kiss upon your throat, piercing fangs tear through your flesh. 

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[souichipresents]

Does Souchi somehow care about his siblings deep down ? Also, did he enjoy the cake his cousin gave him for his birthday ?

Hello! Souichi ain't in at the moment, but this silly guy named Frankie Frankenstein* can provide an answer best as he can.

I think... in a lot of ways, Souichi was an incredible pain in the ass of a kid. But not in a way that's too special to just him. When you're young, wanting to be special, especially if you got the kinda dark tastes that maybe are weird to other kids... you don't always know how to act right.

So to me, as a humble fan, I think that Souichi probably really just wanted his siblings to think he was impressive, and cool. I think it's very telling that in his fantasies about being a scary grown up running a house of horrors, he still invokes his family members, you know? Like the selfish 'one day they'll see!' kind of stories a kid tells himself.

But I think that selfish desire to be impressive and scary shows he at least cared what they think about him. Maybe when he's older, they still won't get along! If he never stops being a pain until they're all adults, they'd probably still be in their rights not to want to hang out with him.

But then again, maybe those kinds of relationships are easier once you don't all live in the same house, too.

And I think he very much enjoyed that cake. I think the fact that his cousin hadn't given up on him entirely meant a lot to him; maybe more then he's really any good at saying.

I like to think when he's older, maybe he'll thank her properly. I also like to think maybe one day he could meet Oshikiri, and those two could calm down a little by being each others weird goth friends.

...Ah! Incidentally, for any Ito fans, let me humbly recommend a manga I have become very fond of! "Souboutei Kowasubeshi", aka "Souboutei Must be Destroyed" by Fujita Kazuhiro. You can find it on mangahere (which should have any ito chapters that lead to broken links on this blog, incidentally! My bad.) and i've found myself incredibly gripped by it. It reminds me in all the best ways of Black Paradox in it's mix of absurdist and horror, but much longer form. And maybe more... optimistic, maybe....? Well you'll see what I mean if you find it interesting. Not without it's flaws, but what is.

Ah! Hold on, I do have a message here from Souichi himself I think...? Lets see if I can read it through all the black ichor.... ah! Of course.

"Kyahahahaha!"

#*da person who ran this blog all along to be clear #Still Not Entirely Dead

[d4rkc0rn3r]

Hey! I love your blog, souichi is one of my favorites and haven't really found a lot about him, I would like to know how do you think souichi would spend Christmas with his s/o

Hi omg tysm!

(Both can be read as platonic)

Adult Souichi

Personally I think he would want to make a Christmas tree, he just seems like someone who pretends to hate (and does dislike) Christmas but he loves to see the little lights sparkling at night (same bro same ong).

He wouldn't feel the need to put up a nativity scene, or to decor anything santa related.

I think he would just take it as a ordinary day, but with flashing lights and little gifts.

If you said you want to decor more, put up a nativity scene and just overall celebrate it more in a Christmas way he'd accept it without second thought.

Young Souichi

I bet his family decors a lot and celebrates it fully, and I can see him hating it, the noise, joy and everything is just too much.

He would 100% get you something, like a necklace or if you shared some interests, something related to it.

Well his family is not the most lovely towards him and I can see them forgetting to buy him a proper gift, if anything at all, so if you give him something back he'd be so happy (he would try to not show it, and he would fail miserably).

#souichi #junji ito #headcanons #rambles

[souichioneshots]

Fun Summer Vacation Ch.3 ：Hardcore【NSFW】

【Uncle!Souichi x Niece!Reader 】

Summary: You and Uncle Souichi watch a hardcore horror movie while your grandmother is out grocery shopping...

Warnings for this Chapter: Underage! Incest! Kissing! Dry Humping!

!!!!DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ!!!! COMMENT ABOUT IT BEING WEIRD OR GROSS AND YOU'LL GET BLOCKED lmao

Written by Eli and Lucy~~~~~~~~~ ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYY

It had been a couple of days since the incident in the attic occurred.

Souichi had barely been able to sleep that night, and when he woke up the next morning, he was sure you would start avoiding him. No matter how much he brainwashed you into wanting to be like him, you must have known what you two did was wrong.

However, to his complete surprise, you were acting quite normal. Almost as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you that night.

…Almost.

In front of other people, you would annoy and talk to your uncle the same as always, and he would respond in his usual, slightly annoyed yet creepy manner. But as soon as you two were left alone, he could feel that suffocating air of tension starting to surround him again. Whenever his mind drifted off for even a second, it would go straight thoughts about you. The way your lips felt against his, your warm cheek pressed against his hand, the way you practically demanded he kissed you again after the first time ‘didn’t go right’. He felt like he would go crazy if he kept thinking about that.

It wasn’t until last night, when you went and awkwardly asked him if you could retry the spell again soon that he finally saw his chance. ‘Just one more time’ . That’s what he kept repeating in his mind. He thought if he could just kiss you one more time, he could end it all and, if needed, explain to you that what you were doing was wrong. However, before he could respond, his mother barged in with some great news. His older sister, Sayuri, had finally been able to take some time off work and was coming home the next day. You both knew that meant that sneaking around during the night together would have to be put on hold. Indefinitely.

When the next day came, Souichi’s mother woke up early to go to the supermarket. Because your aunt Sayuri hadn’t been able to visit for a little over a year now, your grandmother wanted to prepare a feast of her favorite dishes. That meant driving almost an hour to Nagoya to get her favorite Piyorin Cake as well.

As soon as Souichi noticed you weren’t getting ready to leave with his mom, he asked her as to why. Apparently, you were still resting, and she decided it would be best not to disturb you. However, when he slid the living room door open, he saw you. Wide awake, watching TV.

“I thought you were asleep?” Souichi asked as he entered, holding a DVD he brought down from his room.

“Nope~~” You sang. “It’s wayyy too hot to stand in line for a tiny duck cake. So, I lied~”

Sitting down in his usual spot on the floor, he slyly smiled at you. “You sure you didn’t lie just so you could be alone with me again~ Kufufu~.” Souichi teased, as he always did. However, this time you didn’t fight back. He thought he heard you mumble something under your breath, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

Clearing his throat, he tried to change the mood. “I’m gonna watch something pretty hardcore. You should probably go do your summer homework or take a nap in the other room while you wait.” He said. Immediately, you turned and looked at him with an annoyed expression. He was trying to kick you out of a room you had been in first.

“No way!” You exclaimed. “You forced me to watch Funny Games 2 times in a row, and it wasn’t even scary. I’m not a little kid anymore. I can handle anything, no matter how ‘hardcore’ it is.”

Popping open the case, he took out the disk. “Even a Korean Vampire movie?” He teased again. Loudly scoffing, you took the DVD from his hands. “Yes. Even a Korean Vampire movie. I bet it’s B-class anyways.” Getting up from the floor, you quickly made your way to the DVD player. As the disk slid into the slot, you heard some motion going on behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking back to see Souichi had stood up from his spot. Letting out a little laugh, he slid the door closed. “Kekeke~ Since you’re not a little kid anymore, then you can handle watching this movie in the dark, right~~?” Reaching up for the thin string hanging from the ceiling that’s connected to the lights, he pulled it down once.

“…Of course…!” You nervously responded as the room went dark. Switching the channel to the one connected to the DVD player, you quickly made your way to the empty spot next to your uncle.

As the movie kicked off, you immediately brought your knees up close to your body. Souichi laughed as you stared at the screen with an extremely nervous expression. He knew very well that you weren’t a fan of watching horror movies in the dark.

Souichi enjoyed taking little glances at you as you tensed and relaxed during the semi-scary scenes. Although it was a B-class movie, he also got pretty shaken up at a couple of parts. He didn’t let it show though.

Even though Souichi was having fun at first, his mood suddenly changed as the movie got to one of its ‘hardcore’ scenes.

As the main character started to crumble under the pressure of his newfound emotions, he decided to use a close friend of his to satisfy not only his hunger but his body as well. The camera zoomed in on and out as the 2 actors sloppily kissed each other, slowly but sensually taking off each other’s blood-soaked clothes.

Letting his eyes wander from the screen once more, he looked over at you. You were completely transfixed on the scene. You had brought your knees back down and were leaning against the low table, trying to get a better view of what was going on. One of your hands stayed on your lap, while the other one lightly squeezed your bottom lip.

Souichi could feel his member slightly harden in his pants as he continued to watch you. By the time he turned 14, he had become completely desensitized to these types of scenes in horror movies. But seeing how cutely you reacted now reminded him of how sensitive he once was as well.

As if you could sense your uncle was looking at something other than the tv screen, you cautiously turned your head towards him. Souichi tightly bit down on the nails in his mouth as your eyes briefly met with his. You both nervously looked everywhere but at the screen now as the actors continued to loudly moan and groan in the background.

“Geez. How long can two people even…do it…They’re gonna get hurt…Hehe…” You jokingly said. Taking small glances back at the man next to you, you tried to see his reaction.

“They’re not really doing it, you know.” Souichi accidentally commented back. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. Right now was not the best time to be talking about this type of stuff. Especially with you.

“What do you mean?”

Souichi’s body started to heat up from embarrassment as you looked at him with curious eyes. If this were any other time, he would tease you for believing that the actors were going at it for real, but his mind was starting to slip again.

“They’re just kissing and holding each other closely.” He admitted.

“They’re hugging with their clothes off?”

“Uhh...Yeah…”

Souichi noticed your breathing start to get heavier as you pressed your balled-up hand against your thighs. You were obviously turned on right now. Maybe even more than he could tell.

“So… It’s kinda like we’ve done it before too… The fake version.” You whispered, not looking at him. “But…I don’t think we’ve really ever hugged… Especially not like that…” Souichi thickly swallowed as he pieced together what you were trying to imply.

Slowly, you moved your body closer to his. Although he looked extremely tense, you knew he was thinking the same thing as you.

‘Do you wanna try doing it for real?’ There was no way he could just blurt that out. No matter how much he wanted to…

As you turned to face Souichi, he leaned on his hand and brought his face closer to yours.

No matter how much you insisted…

Souichi felt the tension in his body release all at once as he pressed his lips against yours. Although the sound of your small kiss got overpowered by those coming from the TV, you could still feel his soft touch lingering on your lips long after you two had parted.

“Do you wanna… do it?” He finally asked, hesitation making him pause halfway through. You lightly shook your head yes, too shy to respond verbally. “Like, in the movie or…” His voice trailed off as you got ever closer to him.

“The way they did it in the movie looked kinda fun…”

Without another word, Souichi moved back from the low table. His heart loudly pounded in his chest as you moved to sit on top of him. Your bare legs became even more exposed as you placed them on both sides of him. You hadn’t even made an effort to tuck your dress underneath yourself. If he wasn’t wearing these damned pants, he could feel your skin on his directly.

Draping your hands over his shoulder, you brought your body in for an embrace. He was quite surprised that you were actually just trying to hug him.

Maybe he didn’t word his question right…

Sliding his feet up, he unconsciously pressed you closer to him. His arms wrapped around you, trying to get a better grip so you wouldn’t move away as he pressed his face against your chest

Even with your clothes on, you felt incredibly hot. The smell of you, the feeling of you pressed tightly against him, the sound of your heart beating against your soft chest. He never knew it would feel this good to have you so close to him.

Quickly, his mind started to wonder as you pressed your ass down harder onto his clothed erection. He just kept repeating what you said in his head. ‘It’s kinda like we’ve done it before’ . That innocent comment was driving him crazy. He couldn’t get enough of the thought of it actually happening. Hearing you loudly moan his name as you rode his hard, and frankly neglected, cock.

With you always barging into his room at random times day and night, he barely had a second alone to relieve himself. That was one of the main reasons why he hated when you stayed for so long. He thought he would be in the clear the day after the kiss. But there you were again. Right there by his side, restricting him from using the fresh memory of your lips on his as a means of helping him get off.

“Hmm?” Souichi was filled with confusion as you suddenly pulled back.

“I can feel how spikey your face is through my dress.” You said, rubbing the part of your chest that he had pressed his face against. Smiling and joking as you always did, you touched the side of his face with the tips of your fingers. “You’re like a pale cactus.” However, your bubbly expression disappeared when he didn’t laugh back. Your heart quickened as he softly cupped your cheek. Memories of that night in the attic quickly flooded back at an alarming rate. His eyes looked down at your lips, a need to feel them pressed against his started to take over once more.

Snaking his hand to the back of your neck, he pulled you closer to him. His breath hot on your lips for a moment before planting a kiss.

And then another.

And another.

You were both inexperienced, unable to be cautious with how you moved your mouths against each other. You don’t know how many times you pulled away to quickly catch your breath before Souichi finally told you to just breathe normally while kissing. Although he didn’t have any experience himself, he was still cocky enough to try to guide you to do things the way he liked. Soon, you two finally found a rhythm you both enjoyed.

Your body tensed up a bit as his tongue lightly brushed up against your lips, beckoning for you to open up for him. As his tongue finally slipped inside, he eagerly sought to get yours to engage. Small moans escaped you as he swirled his tongue over and under yours, trying to mark the inside of you as his.

Souichi didn’t care about anything anymore. He just wanted to make you reel from his touch. He wanted to feel you closer than he ever had before.

You let out a small whine as he suddenly pulled back. Bringing his hands to his sides, he moved to take off his shirt. Quickly catching on, you slipped your dress over your head and tossed it to the side. You lifted yourself off him for a brief moment, allowing him to hastily take off his pants.

As soon as he kicked them off, he brought you back down onto him. His lips hungrily moved against yours as he held you close. With just your underwear on now, he could feel just how soft and hot you really were.

Taking his lips off yours again, his eyes roamed all over your body. Your breast, your legs, your neck, your face. Souichi couldn’t get enough of you. His hands tightly gripped onto your waist as he rubbed you back and forth against his aching member. He wished he had taken off his underwear too before starting all of this again. You would have done the same. That way he could have felt you completely, he could have had you completely.

Even though he didn’t know how you were feeling, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Gritting his teeth, he heavily breathed against the crook of your neck. His nails dug into your hips as he failed to hold back his shameless groans.

You instinctively looked down as you felt his member pulse strongly against you. It was only when a bright scene was shown on the TV screen that you were able to see a white substance seep from the large wet spot in his underwear.

Pulling on your waist, he made you ride him through the rest of his post-orgasm high. The thick liquid stuck to your underwear as he moved you all the way to the top and then down.

Looking back up, you saw how exhausted he was. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, and his hair was much messier than usual. But as soon his eyes met with yours again, he leaned in and kissed you. Neither of you could get enough of these newly found sensations. There was no way either of you could let this end with just this one time now.

It wasn’t until Souichi heard the front door of the house suddenly slide open that he came back to his senses.

Putting his hands on your shoulders, he pulled you off him.

“Your dress!” Souichi whispered in an extremely panicked voice. Hastily reaching it, he forced it over your head. “Y-You can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” His hands trembled from fear as he struggled to help you put your clothes on. “If you do we uhh.. w-we can’t hug anymore! Hugging isn’t something I do with just anyone, so you have to keep this a secret if you wanna do it again. Promise?” Souichi didn’t know if you would believe him or not, but he didn’t know what else to say to shut you up right now.

Your mind spun in circles as he finally let go of your body.

Hugging isn’t something he does with ‘just anyone’… For some reason, that made you feel really special.

“I promise.” Your new smile did not match his extremely anxious expression.

As soon as his clothes were back on his body, light flooded into the room.

“Y/N!”

“Aunty Sayuri!”

Souichi turned around to see none other than his older sister at the living room door. Large gift bag in one hand and luggage in the other. “I thought you weren’t coming until tonight?” He asked as calmly as he could.

“I managed to change my Shinkansen ticket for this afternoon. What happened to you two? Did you just come back from the pool?” She commented on the sweat on your body and the faint hint of what smelled like chlorine coming from you as you hugged her.

Souichi just looked at you and then back at his sister. He didn’t know what to say. Not a single believable lie was coming up in his head.

“Yeah! We just went for a minute or two. But it was so packed that we came back here, turned off the lights, and tried to cool off with a horror movie!” You spoke up in place of Souichi, pointing at the still running movie on the TV.

Sayuri let out a little “Ooh” sound as she easily fell for your lie.

“You two should probably change before you catch a cold. Ah! I almost forgot. I got you some new clothes. Why don’t you change into something simple so that you can try it out in my room?”

“Really!? What type of clothes?”

As you and Sayuri had a little conversation, Souichi carefully slipped out through the side and made his way to the stairs. The second he made it to his room, he slid the door closed and he let out a loud sigh of relief.

Even though it was a horrible lie, you still managed to divert his older sister’s suspicion from the two of you. Going through 2 different types of adrenaline rushes made his mind go completely blank. He was pretty surprised by how high functioning you were still acting after all that happened.

Just as he was about to start taking off his uncomfortably sticky clothes, he heard a small knock come from his door.

“It’s me...” You whispered as you slid the door open. Looking beside you once to check the hallway, you entered the room and slid the door closed. You had already changed into something else. Another super simple dress you could easily slip in and out of.

“My heart was beating really reallyyy fast back there. I thought I was gonna die.”

Souichi let out a little chuckle in response. He honestly thought he was going to die as well.

“So…Since I kept my promise… Can I ask for you a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

Walking up to him, you got on your tiptoes and beckoned for him to lean down a bit so you could whisper in his ear and he followed.

“Tonight…After everyone’s asleep…Can I come over?”

Souichi’s mind started to run as you spoke. You weren’t actually implying that you wanted to fool around with other people in the house? No way. That’s way too risky.

“What for?...” He cautiously asked.

“Well… You know that pile of manga you never ever let me read, let alone touch…?”

Huh?

“If you let me read one tonight, I super promise I won’t tell anyone what we did today.”

That's an odd request...Were you blackmailing him?

Standing back on your feet normally, you waited for his answer.

It’s just manga… How bad could it be...

“Fine. But only one volume.” Souichi stated.

“Yes!”

Quickly thanking him, you rushed back to the door.

“Hehehe~ Aunty Sayuri~! I’m ready for my free clothes~~!” You jokingly exclaimed, finally leaving the room.

“Hey! Don’t call it that!” She exclaimed back from her room down the hall.

As soon as he saw you enter his sister's room, Souichi closed his door and locked it. He could still hear you loudly laughing through the thin walls.

He really has no idea what he just got himself into…

#souichi x reader #uncle souichi #adult souichi #souichi tsujii x reader

[incorrectjunjiito]

Binzo: I did it! I memorized everything in the book, I��m so gonna pass this test!

Souichi: Okay Binzo, I’ll give you one more question before you go.

Souichi: What ended in 1918?

Binzo: 1917

Souichi: ..You’re ready.

#just uh #son and dad activities aha #junji ito #ito junji #souichi tsujii #adult souichi #binzo #binzo tsujii

[v0dkagivesyouwings]

I am going to lose my mind if I don't write something about Adult Souichi and reader soon. Hnnng

#souichi tsujii #junji ito #adult Souichi #i have some THOUGHTS #spicy spicy thoughts #stay tuned

[kudouusagi]

Please please please please please please please please let Souichi punch Morinagas parents in the face. I want that! They shouldn't pressure their kids to live they life they want for them. Their sons are adults and can make their own decisions.

it seems like they're pressured them all their lives to be what they want them to be. They gave up on Morinaga a long time ago but now that Kunihiro isn't doing what they want anymore they're really pissed and getting desperate for them to be their "perfect children" that they can tell their friends about.

But yeah, Souichi vs Morinaga parents would be an epic showdown.

#koisuru boukun #koisuru boukun spoilers

[kitsunigami]

Adult Souichi Tsujii packs

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆/𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅/𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅

#icon #icons #manga #manga icons #manga headers #souichi tsujii #adult souichi #black and white headers #white headers #ito junji #pack #manga packs #packs #layouts

[cyber-cinnamonbun]

Could I request an Adult Souichi x Reader just in general idc what its about.

A/N: I hope you don't mind me doing hc´s. If you want a certain fic you can send in another request 

Adult Souichi Headcanons

Even though he's awfully skinny he still loves hugging you. Physical contact is one of his most favorite things

He´s very protective of you, reasonably so. I mean,, his sons eats people and his wife can and would eat you. 

He really wants to start a family with you but he's just scared about what´ll happen to them and how much danger they´ll be in

You need to comfort him a lot, he has so much stress and insecurities he doesn't know what to do. 

Just hold him and tell him how much you love him and he´ll get better soon

When you first started dating he never wanted to show how much he craved touch. And if you tried he would push you away and after a little while he´ll lean into you and whisper and apology

He loves your thighs, it's his own pillow istg. He´s fallen asleep before and he gets so flustered and in denial when he wakes up 

Please get him clothes that isn't a suit, it's literally all he has 

He’d always wanna be near you, you just make him feel safe and he loves that

Just remember to give him plenty of kisses so he feels loved and cared for

If you don't he’ll be a brat and either annoy you or ignore you just give him time and it’ll be alright

#souichi tsujii x reader #souichi x reader #adult souichi #souichi tsuji #souichi tsujii