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Evesdroppers - Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: Eavesdropper = A person who secretly listens to private conversations without the knowledge or consent of those involved. Walls are thin, often too thin... and discussing crushes in the privacy of your own dorm rooms isn't so private as you originally though.

Pairing: Teen Gojo Satoru X Teen Reader

. . .

‘You’re in a really shitty situation you know that right?’

She expels elongated breaths of smoke from the recently lit cigarette often caressed between her lips. Her head sticks out of her bedroom window ensuring the smell doesn’t stick to her furniture or clothes whilst her body remains within the threshold of the ground floor dorm room. She’s worried Yaga might catch on to her nightly routine although his actions haven't raised suspicion thus far. 

Your body remains arched over her bed, head dangling off the edge as you watch the bleak world from an unusual angle between strands of your untethered hair. An unexplainable sickness consumed your lower abdomen as knots formed at the acceptance that what you were going through was in fact a really “shitty situation”. Majority of your weight sits unusually upon your shoulder blades as you teeter precariously on the edge of the bed as if it was a childhood seesaw. 

‘Yeah, I know.’ you mutter back your disheartened response, 

Shoko straightens her posture, her shoulder blades sore as red indent marks line her back in resemblance of the window frame she leant against. She momentarily smiles in disbelief, as if she can’t truly believe what you said moments ago was real and questions if she should pinch herself to check if she’s dreaming.  

‘Do you really-’ she pauses, her attention snaps from the but of her smoked cigarette to you, studying you, analyzing the tsunami of self-pity that had begun to swallow you whole, ‘I mean- do you really like Satoru?’ 

You questioned that to yourself a thousand times over and another thousand times after that. But undoubtedly you did. Shoko resumes glazing upon the nighttime sky from outside the window, her head nodding in acknowledgement at your flustered face in addition to how you described what you felt for him earlier she already knew that answer, she was simply just double checking. 

‘Your seriously one stupid girl you know that?!’ 

‘Mhm.’ you mumble, your fingers lost between the strands of your hair as it to practically swallows you up, 

‘Satoru doesn’t like anyone but himself! Maybe Geto, but he especially doesn’t like either of us if that makes you feel better.’ Shoko sighs, she meets your gaze momentarily a soft sympathetic smile is plastered against her lips, ‘You deserve someone better…’ 

She trails off, the miniscule butt of her cigarette is put out against the window seal. As she stands up wafting away the stench of her cigarette before she stretches her aching muscles. 

‘But I want Satoru, I don’t want anyone else.’ you grumble, 

Shoko’s head tilts, her arm sits upon her hip. Rolling her eyes at you, her lovesick best friend. She strolls towards you, standing in front of you with a soft smile upon her lips. 

‘You deserve someone much better than Satoru…. Someone like… ME!’

 Surprising you, she throws herself on top of you before you throw her off chucking at her stupidness. Breathless, the two of you lounge across her bed catching your breath, one inhale and exhale at a time. You push your hair from your face, sitting up your vision goes blurry as you stare endlessly upon her bedroom door. 

You mutter a soft goodbye to her, leaving without any other surprises. You're careful when shutting her door as Yaga disapproves of having other occupants in the dorm rooms when it’s this late at night. Your head turns at the noticeable movement in your peripheral vision, as you examine what it could be you realise it’s him… him and Geto to be exact, although you paid no attention to Geto in the moment. 

You scrutinise over how long they’ve been standing there for, it wasn’t unusual for them to stand in the hallway and have long chats but it was unusual seeing Satoru so agitated. It wasn’t a lie when Yaga said the walls in here were paper thin as you question if they heard snippets of what you and Shoko discussed or if Satoru heard your whole confession about liking him. 

Both of them had gone silent the moment your foot had crossed the threshold of Shoko’s room into the hallway, now both of them eerily watched you.  The corner of your lip slightly arches up in a half-assed attempt at a smile although it was obvious that you were teetering on the edge of breaking down. For what felt like entirety but was in reality under a minute neither party spoke, in a huff, Satoru storms past you his eyes wet as if he too felt under the weather. He’s quickly followed by Geto, who gives you a soft smile as he disappears chasing after the usual suspect. 

Little did you know both of them heard all of it. 

. . .

Unable to comprehend the moments prior, you sit upon our bed staring at how your feet never touch the ground although they dangle off the side of your bed.  Between kicking yourself about having a crush on someone so self-absorbed and regretting it in the first place you hadn’t noticed the first knock at your door or the second and third one. 

The door creaks open quietly unbeknown to you as your mind is clouded with thoughts of self-pity. He’s silent, anxious he’d disturb you from sleeping as his hand shakes against the cold knob of the door’s handle. He smiles softly noticing you’re awake. 

‘Y/n?’ 

You scream. 

Frightened before embarrassed at your own stupidity for not noticing him. Your hand quickly covers your mouth and your eyebrows slump towards your eyes in the realization that you made a fool out of yourself in front of him, Satoru Gojo. 

He chuckles softly, with one hand still upon the door knob the other one hides behind his back in secrecy swiftly capturing your attention as you question what he is hiding. 

‘I’m sorry…’ he begins mid laugh, his lips twisting in an uncontrollable smile only he could pull off, ‘I didn’t know that you were awake.’ 

‘Yeah… I’m sorry too! I didn’t realise it was you.’ 

Your eyes dart between pondering about what he was hiding back and studying his face as if an art student examining the classical statues of the Greek gods. He notices your attentiveness as you try to decipher what he was  possibly hiding behind his. 

‘You have nothing to apologise for.’ he mutters under his breath as if not meant to be heard by you, 

His eyes hesitate to catch yours although they do. He reveals his hidden hand within his once balled fist he reavelas a dainty signet ring, marked with the symbol of the Gojo family clan. 

He twirls it around his fingers with ease, ‘I want you to have it.’ he pauses twirling it, with an open palm he allows it to rest in the middle as he stretches out his hand for you to take it, ‘I have no use for it and I’ll lose it if it’s kept with me, that’s why I want you to have it. To keep it safe.’ 

Unbeknown to you, his statement is a partial truth. There's an entirely different reason as to why he wants you to hold on to and wear his family’s heirloom. 

It’s a perfect fit as you guide it down the length of your finger. Eyeing it off, your attention slowly rises from the ring towards his smiling face. 

‘Did you…’ You cut yourself off, the little confidence you had built to ask him if he heard everything crumbled as fast as it was built, 

‘Did I what?’ He asks, 

You shake your head muttering that it was nothing. He nods his head reassuring you it was fine. He pauses momentarily, he moves slowly towards you; awkwardly he stands as if he’s contemplating his next actions. 

‘You should get your rest.’ In a small shuffle, his arms slowly wrap around you in loose embrace, 

It’s sweet. You savour every moment before he lets you go, the two of you mutter a soft goodbye before he leaves without further disturbing you.

 For a while you’re momentarily ecstatic knowing he at least cares for you enough to give you a prize possession, a family heirloom ring. However as you study the ring more you can’t help but think he heard what you said to Shoko and that the ring was a gift of sympathy, a statement for saying although he values your friendship you would never be anything more to him. You wonder if things would be different, if having a crush disturbed him after seeing him upset in the hallway although giving you his ring would contradict seeing him upset like that. 

Your bladder interrupts the storm of your thoughts, as you roll off your bed and plumpet to your feet it has already been an hour since he stood in your room although the strong scent of his cologne drifts past your nose every once and a while. You toy with his ring subconsciously, you wander down the hallway half dazed until voices catch your attention. 

Geto’s and Satoru’s rooms were closer to the bathroom then both yours and Shoko, and by the drifting stench of a lit cigarette further up the hallway you knew neither voice you heard belonged to Shoko as it crept from the gap underneath Geto’s door. 

‘You gave her that ring?!’ 

‘Yeah… what about it?’ 

Whilst you didn’t try to listen in, you come to a halt suspicious of their conversation knowing that whilst your name wasn’t specifically said you could tell they were talking about you. 

‘You know what that means right…’ Getou pauses mid chuckle, ‘it means commitment, its a symbol of courtship, pre-engagement.’ 

‘Don’t you think I know that! That’s why I gave it to her.’ 

‘Even though your not dating her-’ Geto is quickly cut off to his dismay, 

‘Yet.’ Satoru adds, 

Your gulp, your face burnt red. Unable to orientate yourself and silently get away, your foot manages to find the only creaking floorboard in the entire hallway. Guilty-footed you silently say a small prayer in hopes they didn’t hear it or if they did, hopefully both of them came to the conclusion that it was just the dorm creaking as the wooden floorboards expand in the summer heat. 

Both parties are silent and after a substantial period of time has passed you know you hadn’t alerted either of them to your presence. You begin to sneakily creep away, unable to comprehend what you had just heard as you pinch yourself silently in the hallway. Although you weren’t successful. 

‘You heard all of that didn’t you?’ 

Shit. You're a goner.

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Heated Beginnings - [HAWKS] Keigo Takami

Synopsis: Was there an ulterior motive to Hawks' arrival at Endeavor's agency? perhaps... Unable to keep his composure at the sight of someone who already has his heart but doesn't know it yet, he wonders if he could over come the one thing stopping him, her father... 

Pairing: Hawks X Endeavor's daughter reader

. . .

‘Interning at your fathers?’ 

Perplexed, a gentle but warm-welcoming smile softly perks on your flushed cheeks; one that drives him mad. Smoothly, his eyes dip down to your partially exposed bra peeking through from your blouse not being fully buttoned up as you bent down, your fingers flicking through the pages of the stacked paper pile in front of you. You tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you stand up, grinning ear to ear at the overly confident second ranked pro-hero. 

Matching your  smile, his head tilts softly as pro-hero Hawks stares at the one thing he desires and simultaneously the one thing he couldn’t have. You  were the only one he questioned and criticised his appearance; he questioned if his hair looked good, if he had anything in his teeth and above all if he smelt good.

‘Yeah.’ you pause, ‘A lil’ summer internship here and there to help during the busy season you know?’ 

‘Does he pay you?’ 

Your fingers slid out from the hefty stack of paperworks, he could tell she found what he had asked amusing, by the raised eyebrows and the smug look on your face. You  shake your head, somewhat shocked, Hawks’ smile at the brillant attempt to see your more than he usually does. 

‘You know… if you interned under me I’d pay you in full and take you out to lunch daily.’ 

Amber cheeks you couldn’t help but show sway at his obviously flirtatious gesture even apparent in your eyes. 

‘Hawks, I’d love to but… you and I can both imagine how well that would go over with Endeavor. I wouldn’t know who he'd kill first…’ 

You giggled to yourself, however found yourself knowing that what you had just joked about would be your reality if you dared to work for the competition especially for Hawks, your father’s apparent allied enemy. You step away from the counter and stand in front of him, he adjusts his posture, making sure his muscles flexed as he stood tall. 

‘The offer will still stan-’ 

‘What offer?!’ irritated, his voice boomed against the echoing four walls of the main entrance to Endeavor’s agency, 

Biting the inner side of your cheek, your eyes split from Hawks to the daunting figure of your father, Endeavor standing at your side. Awkwardly smiling as if nothing happened, you stare smiling at Endeavor as if trying to skip over the topic knowing he would blow his casket over it. In contrast, Hawks’ face contorts in annoyance that his little flirting was cut short by his future father-in-law. 

Softly underneath your breath you reassure both you and your father that nothing happened. Just as the words slipped out of your mouth, Hawks had another idea. 

‘-A date.’   proud of his actions he pauses for dramatic effect,

‘YOU WHAT?!’ Endeavor snarls viciously, 

 ‘I offered to pay the bill but your lovely daughter insisted we split.’ Hawks says whimsically, 

Concerned you study the face of your father, his eye twitches steadily in aggravation and disbelief. Unable to fathom what had come out of the lips of his new enemy as you braced yourself for him to explode any minute now. Sidekicks begin to surround the little scene caused by Hawks, their words to cool Endeavor down fall short and as he turns on his heels stopping for a minute.  His head slowly turns to you and he was not above pulling the fatherly disappointment card, especially when he felt betrayed by his own daughter. 

‘We will speak later.’ he grumbles quietly to you, his hand firmly gripping Hawks’ shoulder dragging him to the abyss of the escalator with no return,  

In disbelief you shook your head grinning from ear to ear, you refused to believe what had just happened and after the warmth of your cheeks had settled down you returned back to your assigned work unable to get rid of the smile that kept on your face. 

. . . 

The tips of his wings scorched and his cheeks singed, though at the first sight of you he couldn’t help but find himself smirking. You catch a small glimpse of him from the corner of your eyes, one that stops you  in your tracks and a smug smile appears on your  lips at his braving of challenging the so-called beast. Files tossed aside mindlessly, noticing your father’s attention had slipped away from the little situation; it was your best shot not to get caught. 

You quickly dart down numbers on a flimsy sticky note. Peeling it off, you awkwardly jogs across the entrance of the agency, your actions being noticed by Hawks who finds himself obsessing over your small rebellion against your own father. You fold the sticky note nervously, slipping it sneakily into his pocket. Your  action goes unnoticed for the most part but Endeavor finds himself staring at his daughter in close proximity to the man he would rather die than see you with. 

Positioning himself between his daughter and the man trying to steal his daughter away from him. He glares down his nose at Hawks, who smiles as the note you had just given him is twirled slowly within his fingertips without Endeavor knowing. 

‘If it looks like you roughhoused Mr Hawks- which you did- I wouldn’t want that affecting your public image dad.’ quick-witted you softly smile, obviously playing the “dad” card to get extra brownie points with him, 

‘Fine.’ Endeavor grumbles walking away expecting you to follow, 

You begin to follow suit, our head soft swivels over your shoulder catching his gaze momentarily.  Your hand rises slowly up towards the side of your face, motioning him to call you in which he nods, smiling happily as he is escorted out of the agency by a large security team. 

He shoots back a look, watching his future date return to her overly-protective father’s side, pulling out your small act of rebellion as he holds your phone number in his balled hand, excited that he got exactly what he wanted out of this, a little  date with Endeavor’s younger daughter.

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Devoted Obession. - R. Sukuna

Synopsis: (REQUESTED). Based on the song Fan Girl By Ghost Town. Sukuna is purely obsessed with a known worshipper that has in the past worshipped Sukuna as the only god she's ever known. Both obsessed and in love, Sukuna shows his intention to you but do you feel the same way about they Ryomen Sukuna? Pairing: Sukuna Ryomen X Female Reader

       

         He's hesitant as he explores unfamiliar grounds. His lips are tender on yours, gentle as if barely brushing against your lips. While you were drawn in you were quick to pull away. The end of the kiss was abrupt, instantaneous as you came to your senses. Something in which he lacked.

                    He had been seated at your waist, straddling your body, back arched so his face could be mere inches from you. Your arms are pulled above your head, your fingers loosely stretching the headboard as both your hands are seized by one sole hand of his. His other left hand previously played with strands and loose tuff of your hair before slipping to caress your cheek during the duration of the short lived kiss.

                    When his focus slipped he forgot he had bound your hands above your head under the weight of his hand. When you eased into the kiss, his whole body relaxed and what was left of his heart audibly skipped a beat when he felt the same affection he showed you being reciprocated. Though it was a cheap rouse by you to slip out of his binding grip.

'GOJO!' you shriek in the knowledge that the whole dorm floor would be woken up,

                    With force he's pushed onto his back, his head dangling over the edge of the stock standard bed all rooms within the dormitory had. His hands clench in the realisation that you had slipped his grip and was holding onto the residual warmthness that he had once lovingly embraced. He holds his head up, his eyes scatter across the ceiling in disappointment. Sukuna Ryomen knows it wouldn't be any much longer before Yuji switches with him and or Gojo Satoru appears to annihilate Sukuna for his actions.

                    Though you had pushed him off you he was still touching you. His upper body between your legs, while his waist sits on top of yours pinning your lower half down, due to you pushing him your arms have remained unpinned when he stretches out his body on top of yours. There's a heavy amount of silence in the room but the exterior communal hall is loud, overbearing feet sprint through the hall and pull on the door that's held in its place by furniture Sukuna had strategically placed. You know the sounds of those footsteps and disorienting voices, they belong to the only other female residents, Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin.

                    In the slips of your focus, Sukuna sits between your parted legs, his hands within his lap. He's slightly comforted by looking down upon you, seeing you weak at the sight of him is a thrill only he knows. Through the outline of the sheets he can see your body slightly tremble in his presence, that consoles his disheartness of you pushing him away during his only kiss in the duration of his lifetime.

'Don't act like you didn't like it, you must have enjoyed it. Since you returned the favour... even if you enjoyed it deep down you still enjoyed it.' he teased, warping to the reality to suit his needs,

                    Flustered you sit up and move towards the headrest, you don't dare to stare in the direction of him though every atom of your body you can feel his unwavering stare upon you. You did subconsciously move into the kiss even when you didn't know why. It didn't mean that you wanted it to happen right?

Confused within your throats you let out a sigh, while you knew that he knew that you were confused you had to act like you it was your original plan all along, 'Whatever makes you feel better Sukuna Ryomen.'

'Still using my full name are you? Huh. It still shows how you're obsessed with me.' he mocks,

'Like I'd ever been associated with you, if anything you're the one obsessed with me.' you mutter,

                    It was the only time you met his eyes. They stare back with unexpected affection, something you thought couldn't exist in a soulless curse like Sukuna Ryomen. There's no signs of lust, just wishful thinking to exist within a world that he could somewhat achieve normality and a life where he's be forever consoled and loved in return by you. The left side of his lip is slightly bit to keep his emotions intact.

'I know you think of me from time to time like I do of you...' he pauses and moves forward, 'I know your little secret that you still worship me like a god.'

'They do say "don't meet your heroes".' chuckles an unknown voice,

                    Strangled by a grip on the collar of Yuji's shirt, Sukuna is forcibly held back by Gojo Satoru. A smiling Gojo, impressed by the revelation that he could dangle you in front of Sukuna to be controlled, proves to be exciting. His eyes glow slightly through his blindfold, dragging the weak body of Sukuna backwards toward Gojo. Before Gojo has the chance to say the last word, Sukuna switches out with Yuji and a sluggish head of Yuji Itadori rests on the stomach of Satoru.

                    Tossed over Gojo's left shoulder Yuji is still partially asleep, unable to understand the situation that just occurred. Gojo questions if you need to talk though you brush him off to get some sleep and make up a story about what happened rather than telling the truth. Staring at Gojo while telling him that you were kissed by a ten thousand year old curse was something that you wanted to keep to yourself. He leaves, reassuring you that if you need anything he's around.

. . .

                    How could you sleep after the events of yesterday? As your eyes watch the rippling surface of the much needed cup of coffee you begin to connect a few dots, placing pieces of the puzzle together to understand Sukuna's extremely personal obsession. Your mind concluded that there was one current answer. The town that you grew up in worshipped him as a god, the protector of the quaint little village, thus he's infatuated with the idea that you're some sort of fangirl of his. Some sort of devotee and love him for all his flaws, perhaps that what intrigued him first, second to everyone's need of companionship.

'Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean-' out of breath and in fear, Yuji tumbles into the kitchen worry and dread that his classmate hates him for something he didn't do scares him,

                    You smile at Yuji. You desire is to keep the actions of Sukuna to yourself and not worry anyone about what happened last night. You consol him, softly telling him that you didn't blame him and you were just frightened that Sukuna was standing over you in the middle of the night like a demon you'd seen in sleep paralysis, and that's all.

His head bows till strands of hair atop of his head softly touch the surface of the floor, 'I'm sorry Y/n.'

                    He was told off by Gojo, though as anyone can see you can only keep a curse in line before they start becoming rebellious.

'Itadori, it's fine, seriously. No hard feelings.' you reassure him,

                    Seeing the bright perky Yuji Itadori begin to appear from his apologetic self. You wrap your arms around him casually, your head softly nuzzled into his cheek as you hug him to overly reassure him. It's short of a hug. Only lasting a few seconds though the shortness was deceived by his presence. During the whole duration of the hug, you were distracted by Sukuna. Warranted it to feel a little longer was caused by Sukuna's mouth to form on Yuji's cheek that was pressed against yours. Unbeknownst to Yuji that Sukuna's face had formed there, Sukuna used it to his full advantage. His tongue lips feathered the skin of your cheek, smirking against your cheek as he did so. He allowed himself to fluctuate between quick kisses and long ones where his lips were left for a long duration of time.

                    When you pulled away he disappeared, smirking as the formation disappeared into Yuji's cheek. You don't know how the future will turn out, but if things go sour you will use your god, the Sukuna Ryomen and use him to your full advantage to get everything and anything you want. You smile softly knowing how you will manipulate your relationship with him to your ultimate benefit, but you couldn't help but question yourself. One that you couldn't solve and was left on the tip of your tongue, infuriated that you couldn't answer it simply. The question being...

                     Did you actually love Sukuna? 

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Workshopped Romance - K. Bakugou

Synopsis: Working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- Y/n didn't  really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer.  Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou X Female Reader

‘You know, you shouldn’t be thanking me Mr Bakugou. I haven't done anything- my young mentor has been working your case.’ 

His costume sits in a presentable bag with her infamous two dots. His fingers are wrapped loosely around the shoelace handles as it sits on the last rung of his finger tips. While he’s shocked about the news it doesn’t faze his exterior outlook. His eyes dart past  Nimaru Sasori, towards you as obvious exhilarating cherry red eyes set bare themselves deep into your flesh. 

Other fabrics pool in your arms, tediously heavy and beginning to drain what little muscles in your arms you had. You’re stopped, on a diagonal plain to him after hearing your mentor's words. Her hands dramatically waved to your presence. 

‘You should really discuss further advancements to her, not me, she’s a super star in this world- she’ll definitely surpass me!’ Her voice is whimsical, matches the triumphant emotions Midnight places into the string of her sentences, yet causes your face to go red as you wave over. 

You bow to him though he simply doesn’t acknowledge any power imbalance in the relationship between him and you. You were both the same age so respect was not necessary or demanded from either of you. She shares an excited look before running off from the chaos she started. 

‘Mr Bakugou it's a pleas-’ ‘No need for formalities, I haven’t done anything to deserve it as of yet.’ he cuts you off, ‘Uhm- Bakugou then. It’s a real pleasure working for you. Your comfort and aid for your quirk are my highest priority, I hope you do find it to your liking based on the information you’ve given us.’

Your eyes stare to the left, unable to make contact as your cheeks sear with redness. He makes no attempt to stare at anything else other than you. Your fingers fidget with the raw edge of the fabric trying to calm yourself down from an obvious explosion. 

‘Tell him what you’re thinking about his costume y/n! Tell him!’ Sasori interrupts, 

She acts as a living icebreaker if there was ever one. While it’s comforting that she breaks in every now and again this situation arose because of her.  She sits on a stool in the background watching the two of you as if it's some day romance drama where everyone already knows the ending but are still shocked when it happens and you have to wait till next week to find out what happens. Always leaving you on a cliffhanger. 

‘Uhm- well we are moving into the colder months now and since your quirk works on your sweat I recommend we move towards a costume with blast proof thermal wear, and perhaps a heat fabric that allows your arms to sweat but keeps the rest of your body at a manageable temperature.’ Your thoughts spewed out and by the time you had finished you released you had made the decision for him, your eyes snapped up to him flustered, ‘I’m sorry! It’s up to you it’s just a suggestion- If you don’t want it is fine it’s not like a big deal and I know it sounds like it will affect your overall quirk amount it probably might just decrease if by a few numbers and I just really don’t know the specifics of your quirk just the bare minimum and now i’m insulting you and I can’t stop tal-’ 

‘It’s fine…’ he grumbles, his hands placed into the pockets of his sweatpants, ‘If you think it’s important then do it.’ he sighs once more and his eyes drop to the floor in a nervous manner, ‘If it helps you, you can come to UA to watch me on Wednesday to better the knowledge you have on me-’ ‘IT’S A DATE!’ 

Interrupted by Sasori who cheers around you too, he just shakes it off and begins to head towards the door. 

‘Thanks Bakugou, I’ll see you Wednesday.’ 

With that he leaves with a soft nod and your attention and pent up aggression turns to your mentor. She giggles to herself and before you can shout out to her in what thought she got the idea to say it was a date she speaks. 

‘Aww the way he was staring at you… love at first sight at its finest’ 

Her hands clasp together, as she begins to sway reminiscing on moments she thought was love but it was rather a miscellaneous number of one night stands. Your shoulder hits as you walk past embarrassed and angered. Your head turns around arms sluggish as they’re filled with fabric. Perhaps she was true but you didn’t want to be delusional about something if it never was there in the first place. 

‘Get back to work.’ you grumbled.

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Rematch Of Feelings - S. Baro

Synopsis: Y/n and Baro's usual soccer 1v1 rematch brings in a large crowd monthly, however this month is not what she expected. With a sick Baro on her hands she simply can't verse him. Taking him back to his house she runs into more unsuspected issues, including Baro's usual afternoon routine. Pairing: Shoei Baro X Reader Warning: N/a - slight swearing/name calling

Shoei Baro, just the thought of him made my lips curl and a grin begin to entertain itself upon my lips. The soccer ball rolled under my foot, back and forth at pace none of the looming crowd could ever do, all for this one moment they were here. A monthly habit that always falls on the first of the month. A greed between two egoist that had to be settled to see who was the usual victory, the best striker out there. We all knew I was, just gave him the crown to feed his usually big ego. 

‘He’s late.’ they shouted, 

Who wouldn’t be late with the title of “king”, I looked to the distance where the crowd had begin to loosen and draw to either side. When he stepped against the flatten grass I could feel something was up, it wasn’t in myself rather him. His whole aura was off, and affected and I questioned if I should be concerned as it didn’t feel like him rather flat and tired. His eyes drew to the floor as he made his way over till he loomed over though in actual fact it felt like I was looming over him. With one look I knew that if we would play it would be mine without hassle. 

‘Baro?’ I whispered, 

The boy’s eyes loomed with heavy bags, his face pale and he was already breaking a sweat. His eyes danced, casted by dizzy spells and I knew he was too sick to play a good game. I kicked the ball up and caught it, throwing it into my bag cursing that I wouldn’t go against him if he’s in this physically unwell for this, it only made him angry. 

‘I’ve been waiting all month to go against you and you call it off?’ An onslaught of coughs and words that obviously caused him much pain slipped his lips, 

By the time it had slipped his lips, my things were collected in one bag and hung over my shoulder in a duffle bag, arms crossed as he gripped my collar in anger. 

‘I’m not going against you when you're obviously unwell, if I go against the king then I go against him when he’s at his best, you got that?’ I questioned him in annoyance, a spiteful tone lifted from my lips.

 It wasn’t rage, just annoyance, and he was sick, and though it was weak for me to say I cared for him, there were some underlying feelings there, ones I couldn’t act on for more or less obvious reasons. The collar of my shirt scrunched within his hand, it held my weight as my feet dangled though it was for a spilt second too much energy just to pick me up. He had begun to sway in front of me and I questioned if I had to catch him. 

‘I’m fine, just a common cold. Too scared to fight me, princess?’ 

Princess wasn’t his usual nickname for me. His cheeks burnt and I questioned if it was a misslip of the tongue, where were the usual commoner or snarky side-remarks? I grumbled releasing that that there was no point in arguing such nonsense to someone who obviously wasn’t with it. I turned to the upset crowd and smiled. 

‘It’s over losers, see ya next time.’ 

‘Don’t say that shit to me princess.’ he growled, 

He was weak and I estimated he would be roughly eighty kilos with a physical physique like that. I lifted him over and he flopped over my shoulder. His stomach engulfed my shoulder, and though I would probably drop him on any normal day, him just standing there swaying over and over caused more questions than it answered.

‘Fuck Baro, couldn’t you’ve been lighter today.’ 

I knew he was passing out, in residual comfort as he began to weigh down more upon my shoulder than he originally did. He gave me his address slowly out of spite or confusion- whichever came first. He was sure tough, it wasn’t a regular common cold to take down a mammoth like him but I was sure his mother of three children would have at least some medicine to ease the sweltering temperature forming on his forebrow otherwise I'd have to buy it, and make him pay me back. 

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His body bounced as I threw him onto the doona of his made bed. He grumbled how it was now messy and began to crease yet that wasn’t the first thing on my mind. I slipped the messily tied shoes of his feet, then the socks and shin guards, the rest he could easily take off when I leave as I wanted to not see other unmentionables. I sighed and grabbed a clean training towel of his wiping the sweat away from my face before throwing it into his dirty laundry basket. I could see him begin to stagger up yet pushed him down with my hand in annoyance. 

‘Baro, you're sick, you need to rest.’ I grumbled, 

His hair had fallen out of its usual gell position, laid in strands around his face. He was agitated but both agreed and disagreed with what I had said. Still trying to get up it took most my weight to keep him down, in annoyance I bluntly questioned him, 

‘What’s you deal, You need to rest so can you just fucking res-’ 

‘Big brother we’re home!’ 

I heard the faint angelic voices from downstairs, his eyes widened as if he some sort of consciousness left. My lips parted as he was becoming more of the vein of my existence than an issue he I thought originally. I pushed him back down and fumbled with my things, throwing them to his desk as I stretched to deal with the situation. 

‘They’re my sisters.’ 

No shit sherlock. I grumbled and told him I’d distract them until the medicine at least took some effect and he could do something even if it was sit on the couch and watch whatever eye gouging show they thought was brilliant. I left his room to see two bug eyed, black haired girls standing in the hallway grinning at me as if I wasn’t some random person who had broken into their house with their unconscious brother momentarily. I smiled. 

‘Hi there I’m Y/n-’ ‘Are you big brother’s girlfriend?!’

It was the first time my cheeks have gone pink, they were warm and I looked away. It was too hard explaining my rivalry with Baro and just to add extra salt to the flesh wound of being carried away by his rival who was a girl I said yes. They giggled and questioned where he was, their innocent eyes staring upon the door with big frowns that took up most of their faces. I closed the door and gave them a soft smile, the medicine should sink in soon otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do with two children especially if they were as horrid as Baro. 

‘He’s sick, mind if I get you some afternoon tea and watch a few things till he feels a little better?’ 

They nodded and jumped in glee and as the two hours rolled passed and the girls had fallen asleep within my lap. By their looks on their faces they would be asleep for multiple hours, kindergarten must have made them pass out. I slipped up and toppled over the back of the couch knowing my presence wouldn’t be needed anytime soon. I snuck into Baro’s room, pulling up a spare blanket on to the cold body of his I couldn’t help but kiss his forehead as I collected my things and left. 

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‘I heard it didn’t go down to good for you yesterday,’ the small talker had paused looked down at his books and back up where still no eye contact between me and him was made, I was preoccupied by an incoming message from a certain someone, ‘I know you were excited about the whole thing, ya know going against the king and all. 

‘It’s fine.’ I grunted out a mutter, fingers playing around loosely with the sides of my phone as he moved away to class with urgency, 

My cheeks fluttered a peach color, my eyes snapped around to see if someone had seen me blushing before I disappeared quickly into the bathroom. The stall door closed behind me with a thud. My hands trembled around the edges and an uncomfortable feeling was looming over one that left my stomach in knots of butterflies. 

Shoei Baro (11:30am) - “Thanks donkey for yesterday. Though calling yourself my girlfriend was a low blow, guess you ought to come around soon they can’t stop speaking about you.” 

You (11:43am) - “Is it just the girls or are you just saying it about yourself because if I remember correctly I was a princess to you yesterday, dumbass.” 

I could see him typing and got nervous, though it was only Baro- nothing more nothing less. I’m sure he got a shock when I revealed his secret nickname to his now aware and conscious state and I wished I was the fly on the wall. 

Shoei Baro (11:45am) - “It’s that the pot calling the kettle black? Didn’t you kiss my forehead yesterday too if i’m not mistaken? I can tell it pissed you off that I know that- why don’t we have a rematch my place tomorrow or not if you’re too afraid.”

You (11:50am) Unfinished - “Sure you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Now go back to whatever work studies you got, I gotta go do actual school-” 

It laid in the box for a while, unfinished the sentence because when you minus the egos he scared me yesterday. Got my stomach in knots and myself all worked up because he was sick. I didn’t want to see him like that again. I stiffened out a sigh, my head pressed against the door rolling back and forth until I had found the words to finish my sentence to add onto the unfinished messaged to Shoei Baro that showed I actually cared.  You (11:52am) - “Sure, you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Just don’t ever scare me like that again, I honestly thought you were going to die, you stupid moron. - I’ll see you tomorrow for that rematch I’ll obviously win, bye for now, Baro.”

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Can't Handle (Smut) - M. Fushiguro

Synopsis: Jujutsu High has thin walls and any pleasure is heard by your next door neighbours. All teenagers are horny but the sound of someone getting off you can't help but join.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro X Reader

Warning: This is a smut so mature audience is advised and mature themes are ahead which includes sex.

 I could hear the muffles of recorded moaning, and a infamous drum rhythm as videos skipped in his desperation for gratification. His grunts were nothing but premature anger, the walls were always thin and while he thought he had some small window of privacy; you could never get any here. I knew his sound when he came; it was a loud gasp followed by screams muffed as he bit a cloth or blankets and then soft curses when his last cum squirted out onto his stomach. His own gratification by his hand wasn’t doing it as it elongated just whimpers in desperation.

His own neediness on the other side of the wall was beginning to make me desperate. I would usually touch myself but I could never get myself to the screaming, leg shaking orgasm and I want it that bad because of his damn whimpering. 

I took off everything I wore, placing the own lingerie garments I owned. I ripped open my door and stormed down the hallway of the dorm; his door was always open. I slowly pushed it open, it was too quiet to hear as I snuck in. His blanket was over his knees, the blanket rapidly moving as he pumped his own dick, his head lifted as it stared upon the roof; his towel in his mouth as he moaned. 

I crawled hands and feet upon the ground lifting the sheet above my head without him noticing. His dick was swollen, desperate for a release, its fleshly tip covered in pre-mature jaculation; his hand jerking him fast yet all he really needed was the slow and sensational feeling of a woman’s lips around his girthy cock. I stopped his hand and he grabbed mine in fear of the other pulling back the sheet.

His eyes span as he muffled at a curse watching a smirk smear across my face. My tongue softly licking circles upon the tip of his cock, watching him moan. He wasn’t impressed by the small kitten licks, his hand grabbing my head pushing me down; I smirked before letting his shaft in my mouth.

‘Y/n, I’m going to cum,’ he let out a soft breath, 

I felt his dick pulse, his veins roll under my lips; my hand pumping the rest that wouldn’t fit. I pulled my lips off him when he came; letting it squirt upon my stomach and a few reaching higher than my breast rolling down into my cleavage.

‘You. Pulled. Away?’ he gasped for air, 

I gave him a smirk. Letting my finger pick up some of his cum as I licked it off. 

‘You wouldn’t be able to handle it.’ 

I brought his hand down towards my thong, letting him glid it off as his dick stiffened though he didn’t see anything.The sheets wrapped around my lower waist, his eyes staring down, desperate to see anything. I leant forward and smirked at him, pulling his towel out of his mouth; I held his dick within my hand as I held my body above his. 

‘Plus I rather save your cum for well-’ 

I inched down until he was softly brushing against me watching goosebumps form on his arm with his lips gasping. I held him till he had me spread before pushing his dick inside me, gasping as I did. Tears brimming my eyes as I gripped his body for stability and comfort. I looked up at him as my knees hit the comforter. Softly bouncing as I got myself comfortably enough to take him without pain, I couldn’t squeeze either otherwise he’d cum too fast and be dead until I reached my own satisfaction. 

I bounced on his dick slowly, his lips wrapped around my neck biting when he felt more than good. My ass slapped upon his thighs, clapping it back and forth. I grabbed his hands, letting them take my bra off, they cupped my hands squeezing them tight. His hands pinched my nipples as I felt the desperation to hit my orgasm. 

‘Cum without my permission Megumi then I'm going to publicly humiliate you.’ 

I could feel him pulsing as I couldn’t help but squeeze tighter. The slow sensual ride on his dick was cut short as I lifted my legs up to slap against him hard and fast. I watched his eyes roll back his teeth clenching upon my shoulder. He flicked my nipples, snapping my attention back towards him. 

‘Let me cum in you.’ He screamed in my ear, 

I rolled my eyes and nodded, I clenched hard till I couldn’t move. I bounced twice before he screamed my name cumming inside me with a few grunts. Him cumming made me, my head slipped forward into his chest. I felt his hot liquid roll down my thigh. He kissed the mounds of my breast, as I let my body flop backwards taking him out of me. 

‘You really like women dominating eh?’ I stared upon the porn upon his screen still playing on full volume as his flustered face turned away, 

‘Do you want to dominate me next time?’ His face bright, he pulled me close to him, sitting upon his lap with his hard dick pressed against my ass.

He looked flustered before picking up all his fragile masculinity, a sharp breath escaping his lips as he nodded as if he had owned me the whole time. Little did he know he belonged to me and I won't deal with him touching himself without begging me.

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Neediness (smut) - Sukuna

Synopsis: How long can a man go without gratification? The price to have sex again had been a thousand years. Sukuna had forgotten what a woman's touch had felt like till now.

Pairing: Sukuna X Female Reader

Warning: This is a Sukuna smut. mature audience advised and sex scenes ahead. you have been warned.

‘I want you.’ his voice lowered, seeped with sins a human mind could not even fathom, desperate and needy riddled through his voice, 

His white kimono thrown upon the dresser on the far side, his naked body on display. A knee bent between my legs pushed against the crotch of my pants, the other bent on the outside of my leg, his foot pushed against my bare leg where my thin ass shorts didn’t cover.

His happy trail lurked above the science textbook stuffed between my hands so I didn’t have to make eye contact with his second head. Yet to my dismay it was ripped from my hands, as one hand returned to him the other slightly further back holding the cheek of his ass. My eyes were unable to make contact with his own as I stared upon his long member. 

It was long with an upwards curve, twitching in desperation and alongside it the same two circles that wrapped around its circumference. The tip slightly darker oozing small amounts of pre-cum, that began to drip upon the linen bed sheets as well as the bed spread. 

His hand lifted off his hip, pulling me to stare at his while he bent down near my face. The hand fondled my hair, pushing back over my ears and shoulders in swift movements. A devilish grin upon his lips one that thrilled but worried me all at once, 

‘Suck me off.’ he demanded, 

He inched back as I adjusted onto my knees. I looked at him, red in the face trying not to make eye contact with his twitching member begging for me to touch it. His eyes darted between my own and his dick pressing against my inner thigh. 

‘Sukuna- I-’ my words muttered, flustered to say the least of it ‘I’ve never..’ 

He smiled and brought his mouth to my neck licking me slowly to my cheek leaving a wet saliva trail up to my cheek as his lips played near my ear. He let himself rub softly against the outside of my thigh trying to grant himself a short lived gratification. 

‘I’ll Guide you.’ 

I watched him give a reassuring nod, as I shuffled back to me feet pushed against the boardrest let my back arch as my head came eye to eye with his thick member. I let out an audible gulp in nerves, my eyes fluttered backup to him seeing him too gulp awaiting gratification. 

I shut my eyes as my lips made contact. I softly kissed his tip eyes shut as he whimpered. His hand holding my hair away from getting stuck. My hand shaky placed upon the end of his shaft knowing I wouldn't be able to take all of it. 

His head came close to mine as I brought my head up to stare upon him. His pre-cum dripping down the side of my lips. It was salty and warm and it wasn’t chunky like I thought it would be. His hand removed from my hair wiping the cum from my lip he licked it himself with a small smirk. 

‘Suck it softly like a lollipop, I don’t want you to gag otherwise i’ll kill you.’ he grumbled,

I nodded softly, my tongue danced upon his dick, giving his tip extra attention. My hand softly jerking the bottom of his shaft he whined and gasped beside me. His twitching increased and moaning subsequently did too. The moment he came, he pulled my head off his dick his cum squirting upon my face. He fell upon his back; catching his breath as I rubbed his cum out of my eyes. 

His soft gasps and giggles escaped his lips as his hand kept over his eyes. I looked awkwardly down upon my clothing, taking it off I crawled towards his body. Naked and utterly flustered; my face still dripping with his cum. His hand removed from his eyes, staring upon my face before my body. His hands inched towards my body pulling my leg over to keep his body between mine. I let out a soft moan, feeling his dick softly move the lips of my pussy rubbing against my clit. 

‘S-Sukuna.’ i managed out, his hands shuffled towards my hips pulling it softly down 

I looked at him worried and he nodded, my hand inched and found itself wrapped around his cock spreading myself slightly till I began to push him in. I threw my head back to scream yet nothing came out, he was all the way in and it was agonizing pain but it was thrilling. His hips grinded against my own, for most of it I was unable to move softly dragging them until the pleasure became too much. I let my body flop upon his body squeezing him tightly within myself. 

‘Don’t give up yet woman, I haven’t even heard you screaming my name when you cum. And who says I would stop then and there?’ 

He lifted my ass up from his body, bringing him up as well. I stared upon him tired till he began to go harder and faster into me. His body slapping against my own, I tore at his chest staring at the boy as he felt the small bubble begin to form. I looked at him as I moaned. I stared at him, as my eyes rolled into the back of my mind. 

‘Sukuna I’m going to sh-ittt!’ I cried, I tightened around his dick, before I simulations came on him. I screamed his name and bit his neck, he whimpered as his body fell back upon the bed; my body still gave weight to him. 

The dry sounds of clapping gave way to the soft wet noises as they began to die out. I pulled him out of me, as I caught my breath. I grabbed the blankets and placed them over us as his arms wrapped around me tightly. Chin upon the crown of my head, his hard on poking through the sheets making a small pool of wet cum. 

‘Round two?’ He smirked, 

I looked at him knowing I wouldn’t be able to descend from the bed for a week or longer. He yanked the sheets off and I knew he would break me in two as I met his devilish gaze. 

‘Oh fuck me.’ I muttered as I tried to catch my breath, 

His grin returned, ‘Surely~’

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Requited Answers - M. Fushiguro Snopysis: Y/n is faced with the challenge. Seeing that in her relationship with Megumi Fushiguro she can't fathem if she knows him or actually knows him as a human being. Mixed with high modality emotions how will the stoic boy deal with a storm like y/n?

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x (Female) reader

'Didn't know you were a bully back in middle school?' I giggled,

Arm and head tilted, both pressed against the door frame of the room he had occupied in the run-down motel of his own home town. He wasn't one for telling personal things, out of the three I didn't know anything about Megumi. Just his name, age, jujutsu and favorite food - which is anything with a side of ginger and hated sweet stuff. I had only found this out by Megumi's old teacher, I felt like I had screwed up somewhat, I didn't even know my own classmate all that well.

He sat with the blanket above his waste, his hair dripping wet, the small bath towel wrapped around his neck and his book laid upon his stomach. Hands flickering the pages, unable to pay attention to the sentence next.

He gave a unheartfelt smile, his finger holding the book open, 'It never came up in conversation.'

I wandered in and sat upon the edge of the bed, before letting my back fall upon his bed. His legs bump in the blankets as my back forms around them. My hands brought in front of my face, as the tears began to flow through.

'I didn't even know you had a sister.' I giggled, crying always seemed to wash away the inner clutter of my mind; he had seen me cry once or twice. Both times because of laughter yet I could never sob all that pretty,

The book smacked down upon his pages as he shot up towards me. His arms lifted in the air confused on what to do as he sat scared and worried.

'Y/n,' he muttered softly

I gave him a soft smile, 'I'm so sorry, I've probably made you feel awful.' I paused and began to brush my tears away slowly, keeping my hand covering my face, 'I haven't even made an effort to know you at all.'

'Do we ever really get to know anyone?'

'No but-' I couldn't even finish my sentence I had muttered so badly,

My hand sternly placed upon my eyes. His hands wrapped around my torso pulling me up into his lap. His arms wrapped tightly, my head by his choice snuggled in his neck as his leg jolted softly rocking me till I soothed.

'I don't understand why you'd cry over me,' I snuggled further into his body,

'You're important, Megumi, you're one of the closet people I can trust with my life I call you one of my best friends and in fact I don't even know that much about you.'

I could hear him softly chuckle. 'In honest truth I've never had anyone cry over me,' he paused as his grip tightened, 'I hadn't made the effort, and I shouldn't have left it to you crying to get me to tell you things.'

I felt his heart race, 'You can ask me anything.'

I smiled and dug my face further in his neck counting the possibilities of questions I could ask him.

'Favorite food?' 'Food that pairs well with ginger.'

'Least favorite food?' 'Sweets and bell peppers.'

'What do you like?' his eyes loomed over the book and smiled, 'Books and the news but it's all bullshit anyway.'

'What causes you great stress?' 'Almost every person.'

'How'd you get into school?' I had dumbly asked him that very question, I pulled my face away from the nape of his neck for the first time and stared at him, a soft smile upon his face.He shoved down so he laid flat my weight adorned upon him. Arms crossed upon his chest as my chin rested upon them. Staring forward towards his thinking face as he replied to all my questions.

'What's your favorite color?'

He paused, 'Black and blu-'

The door squeaked open, the hinges pushed against one another. Akari stared upon her clipboard and it was soonly dropped by her pounding against the floor. Her eyes quickly averted, face flustered.

'I'm so sorry!' she screamed 'i didn't mean to stumble in on your private time!' she shouted, the emphasis of private made it sound like she had caught us in the act of something malicious,

'Private time?!' we shouted in return,

Ran out and my face screamed in colors at Megumis. I slowly pushed my head into his nape letting steam glide off between my hot face and the coldness of his neck.

His hand softly moved and played with my hair as it dangled down my spine, I pulled his other hand and entangled my fingers with his. He had fallen asleep faster than I had known it; his soft breath tickling the hairs of my nape. I moved up softly, his grip weak upon my lower back and hand; his eyes shut tight and lips slightly parted.

I moved down towards his face, my hair brushing his nose making it wiggle slightly; my lips made contact with his forehead hearing his soft mutter. His eyes regrettably opened wide as my face was still inches away from his own.

'Megumi! I thought you were asleep! I'm so sorry!' I bowed my head profusely at him, he smiled and rubbed his eyes,

'I actually didn't wake up because of that.' he paused, 'I needed to pee.' I rolled off him, and played with the blanket as he disappeared to reappear fast enough.

He inched into the bed, his hands reaching for the blanket as he dragged it so it laid just under our shoulders. His shoulders gently placed against my own as I missed the soft delicate touch of his. I guessed he guessed that, his arms wrapped around my stomach, head in my nape pulling my body within his body's protection.

His head lifted up as my cheek was left with a soft kiss. His voice whispered goodnight and if this meant private time like Akari said I would repeat it a thousand times over with Megumi and only Megumi. 

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Designing Fate - T. Mitsuya

Synopsis: Majority of students join school clubs whether a sport or a something else that is their passion. Both Y/n and Mitsuya are in the same boat, stuck around bothersome teenage girls as they share a table in textiles.

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya X Female Y/n

‘A guy?’ 

A small nod among others, their faces glued to one another. Snapping back and forth perfectly like the evil step sisters they portrayed. Between the five of them gossiping about little things, they used mostly their hands to hide the spiteful things that blurted out of their mouths like some sort of disease. 

‘Yeah, that’s what the class roll said when the president looked over it. Thirteen girls, one boy.’ 

‘One boy?! Jeez he won’t be the looker, any guy who isn’t doing a sport is laughable.’ 

A small smile perked on your lips, yet they wouldn’t know. The overhanging shadow fallen from your hooding hid every single facial feature except for the white string that fell either side of your face from your headphones. The soft buzz of the beat you knew blew against the stale atmosphere. 

‘Alright everyone!’ you heard the club president shout, 

You followed the rest of the herd, until your shoulders brushed. Your eyes snapped in confusion yet met with ones that look too relaxed to do anything of the sorts maliciously. His hands were thrown in the pockets of his sweater. He stopped and followed behind you, as you entered the classroom. Majority of the desks were shoved together by groups of friends. 

You found the first desk away from anyone, your feet laid upon the desk as you heard the buttons of his jacket hit the edge of the stool as he took a seat beside you. The regular murmur of females giggles and gossip filled the air as they slowly began on whatever little project caught their attention in the first second of even being in class. 

Your eyes flickered back to him, from his back he pulled out a jacket that you hadn’t particularly seen before yet only knew the symbol. The fabric was mostly shredded apart from the writing that ran down the sides and on the front breast of it. 

‘Tokyo manji?’ you muttered quietly, 

You hadn’t faced a member before, yet your brother's fan cries about the juvenile gangs in the area and how they were so subpar from actual yakuzas. He only knew them because he was a yakuza member. His eyes lit up as they snapped towards you, your head leant towards the sky as the hood fell off your head before you stared down once again at the jacket. 

‘Yeah how did you know?’ you heard him question, 

You smirked softly, ‘my brothers a higher up in an actual yakuza,’ 

‘Actual?’ he grumbled, 

His eyebrows raised, a smirk jerked upon his face as you could see some of his ego was chopped down. You didn’t mean it on purpose as you stared at him with a smile, 

‘I mean he isn’t a boy riding around his mates.’ 

You heard his soft chuckle, strung between a man’s ego being knocked off its pedestal and actually finding it funny. He scratched his neck, you slowly held the fabric so it would bulge as it went through the sewing machine. Your eyes snapped, the faces of horrid little witches giggling as their heads snapped back to the front where they should have been originally. 

‘There’s a meet up tonight,’ he paused, ‘How about you-’ 

You grimmed and placed your hoodie upon your head, covering your face once again, ‘So not even one lesson in and you already invited me on a date.’ 

He chuckled and nodded, 

‘Well sure, prove me wrong.’ you chuckled, 

Your arms wrapped around yourself, the jumper was beginning to grow thin as the wind snapped passed. The large mountain of bikes lined in a row made you think you were in the right place. You watched footmen walk up the stairs of an old temple. The thud was the first thing you heard before you felt it. It impressed upon your shoulders as a gasp of a breath escaped your lips. 

The black jacket laid upon your shoulders, your eyes turned towards the owner of the jacket. He had a peculiar soft smile upon his face. 

‘Thought you were a smart girl, it’s winter and it gets cold.’

Your eyes rolled, as his hands dropped from your shoulders and slacked into his pockets. Your eyes darted to the other men, in your arm closest to him you link arms the other trailing to your side. You walked up the steps and to find the crowd of men, they were laughing and playing with one another. 

You rolled your eyes and kept glued to his side, his friends eyes popping wide made you smile. His hand pulled your hoodie off and you returned to favor with a glare. You met many of his friends especially his team yet you stayed glued to him the entire time the furthest you went was an arms length and that was to get a drink. 

‘Thanks for tonight, Mitsuya.’ 

You smiled, pulling his jacket off your shoulders, folding it in your hands as you stood before your door. You handed it back to him, He chucked it over his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him as you gave him a small hug. 

The familiar click of the door made you nervous, you watched his eyes grow wide and his grip on you go cold. Your eyes snapped back towards the door. Your brother stood there, a hand still upon the door knob as his face rested in anger. 

‘Y/n, in.’ he grumbled, you were pulled by your hood into the door. You stood just in front of your father, seeing an almost shocked look on Mitsuya as you walked away. 

You heard mutters of a conversation, yet nothing that you could honestly put your finger on or make out in words. Except, for Mitsuya saying yes sir like a broken record. You felt bad, you should have told him that your father was hard towards boys but you knew you would have to apologize to him tomorrow in the textiles club.

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No longer a object - K. Ryuguji Synopsis: an injured Y/n doesn't want help from no man. Yet when push comes to shove she is thankful that he helps her. It's agreed that the two of them will become more than accquantices in the likely future. Pairing: Ken Ryuguji X (female) Reader Warnings: blood, injury, course language

Women were never subjects more than nothing. They were subjects of men so their bodies could be drastically changed- morphed to suit not their desires but those of men. Their masks of makeup perfectly done for the best performance as women had to be actors to suit the needs of those they called dearly beloved. They were no more than a breathing doll, a sex object for men to prey on as it was always the woman's fault if she showed her shoulders. 

‘Hey you! Are you oka-’ ‘shut up!’ you grunted through gritted teeth,

The sight of blood made you queasy to begin with, your hand placed down pressure upon a stab wound, the feeling of oozing liquid began to feel familiar at this point; if it didn’t drip on your pants or shoes then it left a small trail like breadcrumbs for birds to find. In this case, the thugs that did this to you. The scene was made worse by the blonde boy whose act of heroism kicked in at the wrong time. You weren’t some to ever want male help. Like a zombie, he slowly walked beside you, 

‘God dammit you stubborn bitch, can’t you just let me help you?’ he was agitated, nerves glistened as his knuckles cracked to relieve some of the pent up stress. 

Your eyes rolled, your body began to tense up. Perhaps it was the light headedness but you glared at him. You stopped and stared bounty at the pig headed boy. A strand of blonde hair fell from his tied back hair; you began to sway. 

Your hand didn’t look like yours, as if it was covered in nothing but paint when certain urges become unbearable and intrusive thoughts beat you so you stick your hand in a bucket of paint. 

‘F-fuck…’ you paused, as you felt your body become light as a feather, ‘off…’ 

Bang!

The banging headache was the first thing you felt, the next was your own face staring back at you. It hung in the picture, captured in the mirror in all its beauty. The smudge of tinted lip bum up the sight of your cheek, mascara clumps your eyelashes together and the last of your face placed against the pillow that did not even belong to  you. 

A patterned jacket laid upon your body, your fingers drew up your body following the curvature until it came to the wound. You let out a soft gasp, it was stitched up not by your own doing but by someone else's. 

‘Hey!’ Your eyes widened, they stung a bit, 

They were glassy from the hit, the small pin droplets of sunlight reflecting off the silver plate holding the filled plate and glass filled with juice. The silver tray was placed down upon the end of the bed, you glared at him. 

‘Fuck off.’ your voice shook, you were thankful you didn’t end up in a gutter yet you could only guess he helped you because of your looks, which happens one to many times. 

His hands flung up, before one dropped into his pocket. He rummaged out before he held it out. The blade hung in his hand, the handle out towards yourself as you snatched it from his grip seeing a soft smile etched on his face. 

He sat down. 

‘If that keeps you trusting me then so be it.’ He muttered etching the silver tray towards you, 

‘Some heroism,’ you grumbled through gritted teeth, 

‘Never seen a women take a knife to the stomach and still tell people to fuck off barely concious.’ he chuckled, 

You slowly ate what was given to you, the cooking wasn’t excellent but it was the thought that counted. You eased back into the pillows,  the back of your hand dragging upon your face gripping the small switchblade. 

‘I got jumped, that's it.’ 

‘Thought women’s only biker gangs just rode their bikes around, didn’t know they got in trouble like that.’ 

Your eyes darted towards him, his fingers wrapped around a small badge ripped from your jacket, you dropped your eyes back to the plate of food. A soft smile on your face, yet your eyes flickered when you felt the bed curve in his weight. 

‘That’s none of your business.’ 

His eyes rolled, and you slowly let the knife slip from your hands to the bedside table. 

‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly, 

‘Y/n L/n,’ 

You could hear a soft chuckle in his voice, ‘I have a feeling that we’re gonna be close friends, you and I.’ 

‘Sure-’ you sarcastically chuckled, you paused and stared at him, ‘I don’t even know your name.’ 

‘Just call me Draken,’

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Desperate Desires - Sukuna

Synopis: Sukuna means anything and everything to you. After centuries of him being stripped away from you, he finally returns..

Pairing: Sukuna X (female) Reader

Warnings: Blood, gore, death?

‘My child! My child! I can’t find my child!’ 

She scattered like an ant, with paths blocked either way. Hands frantically stretched out almost as if she was faintly remembering her hands felt pressed against her child’s cheek. Distraught was an understatement, her eyes bulging from her head; beady little eyes screaming in pain for her loved one to come back. 

Her daughter was stomach down in a pile of dirt in the alleyway. From her right cheek stuck a ruby red heel impaled into the skin. Eyes rolled back and from them seeped a singular tear. 

You smiled. 

Your hands cupped your cheeks greedily, your feet dangled in torment as ants scattered away screaming for the hellish nightmare to end. The clutter of steps as they black clay tiles hit leant forward hitting the one below. No fool ant would do anything like that, a sorcerer perhaps? Yet the steps were too large, ones that you could faintly hear those who had been massacred as the smell of death fluctuated  your nose. Your soft smile turned into a toothy grin. 

‘Woman.’ He grunted, a jerk in his voice, one that sounded as if he didn’t  even want be there though you could feel that he wanted to deep down. 

‘My Ryomen.’ 

You stood up, and spun around to stare at him. Your hands brushed against his face, fingers tracing soft parts of cheeks. His features and everything. The tips of your toes placed against the titles, shoes nudging him. His eyes downturned, bright red the color he tore from innocent lives scattered across the streets, crawling on walls where children used to live. 

‘Are you using your foolish powers on me, woman?’ 

You smiled as you stared up at him. His eyes beading in each direction, screams of laughter from different spirits wrapped around the two of you. 

‘Why would I use my powers when you’re already fallen for me?’ 

His face boiled, as you turned your head around. Your back pressed against him, arms crossed and eyes harsh as they stared down upon hearing the cries of those who lost loved ones in the mascare. Love was a funny thing; in reality not that many people ever experience the good love, written in novels and other such things, peoples parents weren’t good examples of love either. Arguments and fights, screams of hatred over dumb issues, unrequited love, hate to someone they love - this is what threw you over the edge, carved you tooth and nail till you were perfect of all the horrible feelings that follow love. 

‘Woman,’ 

A soft puzzled sound escaped your lips, his fingertips drew upon your skin, pressing softly before pain stuck. His fingers duldged around your skin, gripping it till his knuckles turned a ghastly white.

‘Woman!’ he shouted in anger 

Your body tossed as regard was thrown out of the window. Yet it wasn’t- his face a brittle disfigurement of concern. The small blood that squirted out of his body seemed to be a slow film rolling slowly. Sorcerers drew behind him, perhaps he already knew his face, a slow arm reached out towards you- eyes stayed upon you as death rather eternal imprisonment took its toll. 

‘SUKUNA!’ 

‘Sukuna?’

That name has not slipped your lips in many centuries though it played in your mind everyday, he was always the thing you dreamed off. Yaga stared at you, his sunglasses slowly fell off the bridge of his nose both in concern and worry for both your sakes. 

‘A boy is his vessel, right here in the school. Unlike you,’ he paused, ‘you got a fresh corpse to reincarnate into.’ 

Your fingers scrambled through the fur of Panda, his body laid between your legs, eyes closed as the animal instinct of loving scratches still drove through his blood. 

‘Is he here?’ you questioned bluntly, 

He was much dearer than anything, you would give your body over and over for him. You would betray anyone for a kiss or just to wrap your arms around his fair cheeks and stare into his eyes with love yet it was just another part of being brought from evil emotions of love, that you. Yourself could not even be with the man you loved. 

‘Y/n.’ he paused, 

‘Where is he!’ 

Your voice churned with feelings as you stood up and left. The grounds weren’t as big, you knew them like the back of your hand. Your shoulder brushed against a pink haired boy as he entered the room a aura felt warm around you-

‘Woman,’ 

You paused in your steps, your feet laid upon the ground. Your heart skipped and your head turned around. 

‘Woman.’ your heard his chuckle, 

His eyes glowed viciously in the light, his head cacked to the side and a grin upon his face. He wasn’t your Ryomen, but you smiled. 

‘Seems I pulled the lucky straw out of the both of us.’ 

You moved forward towards him, your head pressed in the nook of his neck. You lifted your head, placing your temple against his own. Your hand, placed softly around his. Hearing him mutter your name for the first time in centuries. You smirked when you brought his hand to your lips, kissing his skin. 

‘Shut up woman, Still up to your old tricks of trying to make men fall for you?’ 

You smiled and brought his hand away from your mouth, ‘I've waited centuries for one man.’ 

You felt a soft shift. Then he was gone. Your head snapped towards him. A flustered face of a boy who was not a man stared at you. The boy you had pushed passed earlier, you untangled yourself from him, 

‘I’m glad that I didn’t have to meet you in death, my Ryomen.’ you softly whispered, 

You left with a grin upon your face, the feeling of his cheeks in your hand, the soft fleshy skin still imprinted in your hands.