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hate isn't the right word for this.

tw: mentions of murder, mentions of breaking bones

sukuna wasn't one to normally have problems with his emotions. he found them annoying- simply a distraction from what was important. even then, he barely felt any emotions apart from pride. so when you had come along, confusing him to the point where he questioned his way of life, which was to kill anything that didn't entertain him. that was that. everyone he had ever met fell somewhere onto that scale, interesting or boring, or useful enough to keep around. but what about you?

you were certainly interesting, that's for sure. but he had kept you around for far too long. to the point where he had even started to feel irritation with himself. he should just kill you quickly. you've entertained him enough, right? then why did he find himself hesitating every time he even made a move to lay a hand on you? he would walk into your chambers, determined to end your life right there, but the second his eyes locked onto yours, filled with what he could only call pure adoration, he just couldn't. not after seeing that way you rushed to greet him, with that annoyingly beautiful smile on your face that he would never admit he loves to see. all these unknown, new emotions surging through him all at once. he was completely enamoured by you. the emotions were so strong, the emotion that he knew that could he this strong was.... hate? was it hate that he felt every time you would seek his warmth during the night, your smaller frame pressing up against him despite the fact he could snap your neck with a flick of his wrist. was it hate that he felt everytime he would happen to spot you tending to the garden outside, cursing himself when realises he had been stood in the same spot watching you for almost an hour, as if he was in a trance. he was sure of it. this was anything but hate. he had felt hate before, countless times, and it was the complete opposite of whatever he was feeling right now. the complete opposite of hate, love. he could only laugh at the thought of being in love. a monstrous being like him was simply incapable of feeling such a feeble emotion, and he was content with it being that way. right? and.. how would you even describe love anyway? the way his heart speeds up slightly when you walk side by side with him and slip your smaller hand into his, or when his heart would tighten when he saw those tears spill out from your eyes, staining your pretty face. he was completely sure of it, he didnt love you.. until one day late at night, you were curled up in his arms as the two of you lay on his bed, soft silk sheets enveloping the both of you. you had called his name, eyes sleepy yet holding no less adoration than normal. that was when you had told him you loved him, when you completely broke down is barriers that were supposedly impenetrable, the day when he finally understood his feelings. his arms had tightened around you to the point where you thought he could've crushed you before he let go and pressed his lips to yours.

"....i love you too. don't get used to me saying it though, human."

dividers by cafekitsune

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crush?

you hadn't had a crush since high school- so it was truly embarrassing whenever you would find yourself blushing whenever he did the most irrelevant things. you would notice little things, the way his hand would grip his pen, or the way his jaw would flex slightly as he concentrated during lessons. or the way his voice was so deep it made your chest feel funny. you had tried your best to brush all this off, saying it was just attraction and that it would wear off eventually. but you knew you were fucked when you had sat next to him during his lesson, and his musky scent had arousal pooling in your stomach.

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delinquent!toji

tw: slight corruption, mention of bruises from a fight, cherry-popping, rough sex, slight degrading

you had met toji on campus, so late that the only source of light was the moon.

you were heading towards your dorm after attempting to pull an all-nighter studying but failing as you had gotten too tired. that was when you saw him. hunched over the water fountain, rinsing blood out of his mouth as he poked slightly at bruises that were starting to swell. instead of using your logic, you had run over to the stranger and asked if he was okay, to which he just smirked and brushed off your questions.

he couldn't say that he wasn't slightly confused when you insisted on cleaning his bruises, going on about infections and other stuff, but all of that went in one ear and out the other when all he could focus on was that pretty face of yours. he was surprised when he let you drag him to your dorm, fumbling about for your first aid kit whilst he stared at you wondering why he hadn't gotten up and left. you didn't seem like the kind of girl who would do a one night stand, so why was he still here?

his eyes never left your face when you started cleaning the bruises, drifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips just to watch you squirm underneath his gaze. even going as far as to mutter something that wasn't exactly the most appropriate, just to watch that cute flustered expression spread across your face.

you froze up completely when he had somehow had the balls to ask you, 'do you fuck?' with the most serious expression on his face, waiting patiently for your answer. you didn't expect his lips to be on yours only a second after you had muttered yes (that was lie, you definitely don't fuck).

you don't tell him you're a virgin until he's got you bent into a mean arch with your face pressed into the pillows and your ass up in the air, to which he just laughs.

"yeah, could tell by the way you were drippin' all over the fuckin' sheets. dirty girl."

you can only whimper in response at he sinks his girthy length into you, the fat tip prodding at your cervix.

your eyes have rolled back, and there's drool seeping out the corner of your lips as you wore a fucked out expression. if you had expected him to go easy on you, you were wrong. his hands gripped the fat of thighs as he pushes them into the mattress as his cock drills in and out of your sopping core. you babble incoherently, only sounds of 's'good', and 't-too much' could be heard.

you came for the nth times that night as he finally spills his hot load into you, painting your walls white as he pants above you, a cocky smirk on his face.

"took that pretty well for a virgin, don't ya think?"

dividers by cafekitsune

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bully!megumi

2k words!!

tw: aged up characters, sadism, bullying, degrading, hair pulling, semi-public, male masturbation.

this is set in university/college, all characters are 18+ and megumi is aged up. if this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll.

a/n: im sorry but i accidentally deleted the request so whoever asked for this i hope u see it!!

megumi fushiguro was someone who you loved and hated.

and someone that you couldn't get rid of.

you stared at the floor where your chemistry experiment lay, the shattered glass that lay scattered across the floor reminded you of your willpower to go through with school. you had the mind to fucking quit and work a lowly job with a measly pay if it meant you didn't have to endure this.

if anyone asked you why you quit school and you said because of your bully, you knew they would laugh in your face and ridicule you. call you weak and that you must not have wanted to graduate considering how 'easy' it must have been to get you to quit.

the quiet sounds of snickers echoing the classroom snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly dropped to your knees to pick up the glass with trembling hands. you already knew who had knocked the test tubes out of your hands, so much so that you didn't even look up or express any signs of annoyance, knowing how much worse it would be if you did.

your shaking hands kept letting the shards slip out, and you let out a sharp hiss when you felt a large piece slice through the middle of your palm. the pain sears through your hand and the tears that you tried to desperately hard to keep it were now threatening to spill. but you still didn't dare lift your gaze.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a hand grab your hair and tug, yanking your head up in the process.

"fuck, you cant do anything right, can you?" he sneered, words cutting through you like a knife. you could already picture the look on his face, one you were familiar with, but made you feel just as incapable every time you saw it.

"are you mute or something? talk." the hand that had a grip of your hair moved back and forth, rocking your head in the process.

you let your eyes flutter open, and they land on his face that was twisted into a sadistic smirk, one you had seen many times before.

but that smirk quickly turned into a deep scowl when you didn't respond instantly, the grip in your hair getting tighter until it felt as if your hairs were being ripped out. your hands fly up to grip his wrist, trying to pry his hand from your hair, but it proves futile.

"a-ah, okay, m'sorry, m'sorry, p-please let go-" you babble, your words coming out in a flurry as he seems to revel in the pained look on your face. he thinks you look so pretty like this.

he's so focused on you that he nearly forgets that he's in a classroom full of other students. it's not as if they care anyway- most of them turn a blind eye. they tell themselves it's just a little bit of rough play between friends and opt to just leave instead of even thinking to help you out.

but obviously, there's a limit to how far he can go in public. when he notices that the usual snickers seem to have died down, and the faces that normally look at you with distaste start to have a slight hint or concern in them, he immediately lets up. his disentangles his hand from your hair, watching the way your body slumps back down on the ground. your hands fall in front of you to steady themselves, the smaller peices of glass digging into your skin.

you don't bother holding back the tears anymore. you let them fall freely, the clear liquid staining your cheeks.

his smirk only seemed to widen when he saw your tears, and he had to force himself not to lean down and lick them off your face. the familiar stretch in his pants appeared when he looked at you on your knees before him, blinking up at him with teary eyes and wet lashes, your plump lips trembling slightly.

he's forced to take his eyes off you when one of his friends nudge him, his face frowning at what he hears. he grumbles, muttering a few words under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"clean this mess up." his words a cold and blunt, practically pouring salt into your wounds as he turns away and walks out the door as his friends follow. then everyone else filters out quietly, only sparing you a few pitiful glances.

you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. you've been through worse. he's done worse. you'll be fine.

he walks down the corridors quickly, shooing off his friends with a lousy excuse as he hurries into an empty bathroom stall and locks the door. he wastes no time unbuckling his belt and tugging down his trousers and boxers, letting out a soft groan of relief as his hard cock slips out of its uncomfortable confines as it hits his abs with a soft slap.

it's swollen and throbbing, his tip leaking pre-cum that trickles down the side of his dick. the length is so pale that it's almost translucent, veins running along it that get thinner as they reach the top. the tip is flushed pink, the slit weeping pre-cum constantly.

he grips his base tightly, hissing at how sensitive he is. he hated himself for this. it felt so dirty every time he got off to your tears, but he couldn't help it. his mind trailed back to your plump lips that were stained with your tears, his hand starting to stroke his cock.

this was a routine for him. he knew he would never get to feel your holes wrapped around him- he had practically ruined all his chances with you. so he was stuck beating his meat in a public bathroom like a fucking pervert. he could feel the heat rush to his cheeks at the humiliation, but his tip leaked even more pre cum at the thought of you cursing him out for being a pervert.

he could already feel his orgasm approaching, you made him feel like a fucking teenager sometimes. he can't even count how many times he nearly came in his pants at the sight of you beneath him. those teary eyes that had an emotion lingering behind them as they gazed up at him- an emotion he could never put his finger on.

he could feel his balls tightening, he knew that this orgasm would probably leave him panting. he tightened his grip, and starts fucking his hips up into his hand using his pre-cum as lube. his other hand pulls his shirt in between his teeth as so not stain his shirt. he lets out a guttural groan as he's about to cum, his hips stuttering and-

the door to the bathroom swings open, creaking slightly as the sound of feet shuffling on the floor is heard.

who the fuck? he was sure everyone had cleared the area, there was no one left apart from one person-

shit. it was you. he peeked through the gap between the door and the stall, his eyes landing on your back as you faced away from him, washing your hands in the sink. he could see your still tear stained face in the reflection of the mirror.

your were leaning forward slightly, your shirt falling further down your chest exposing your cleavage, and his cock weeps even more at the sight. he barely holds back a whimper.

fuck it. so what it you catch him? it's not like you could do anything anyway... plus, he could still feel his orgasm lingering. just a few thrusts...

he starts to fuck his fist again, with much more urgency than before as he tries to be as quiet as possible. he peeks back at you again, and the sight of your ass peeking from underneath your skirt has him letting out a slutty moan, his hips stuttering as ropes of cum spurt out of his cock and onto his abs and hand.

"is someone there?" you question, and he freezes up as you start walking towards his stall.

you had thought the bathroom was empty since all of the stalls had the unlocked symbol on them, but you failed to notice the pair of feet that were visible.

"um, are you okay in there?" you say, and he holds back a whine as his cock twitches in response to your worried tone.

you gaze falls down to the pair of feet in the stall, and you swear you've seen those shoes somewhere before...

"m-megumi? is that you?" you question, not able to hide the slight tremor in your voice.

"yeah." he responds, not bothering to act as if it's not him.

your hands push the stall door open slightly, wondering what he was doing since the door was unlocked, but you definitely didn't expect to see that.

his trousers were still pulled halfway down his thighs, his shirt no longer in between his teeth but resting on his midriff, his abs exposed as well as the spurts of cum that lingered on them. his cock was still hard, his hand gripping it tightly at the base. he was still leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on you.

you couldn't stop but take in his whole figure, the heat rushing to your face as well as somewhere lower. you never expected to see him in this state.

"are you going to keep on gawking on you going to get in and help me?" he says, his voice laced with slight lust. he would rather take his chances with you than never finding out how you feel towards him.

but he wasn't expecting you to walk into the stall and close the door, locking it before turning back to him. but he wasn't about to question you. his hands reach out and grab your waist before pulling you flush against him, and you squirm slightly as you feel his hard cock against your lower stomach.

you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips, and his eyes are clouded with lust as he looks into your own.

"fuck, you- do you really want this?" he questions, conflict written all over his face.

you hesitate slightly before nodding your head. you're unsure as to why you didn't run out the second you realised he was here. its almost like you're attracted to him.

"need to hear you say it." he murmurs, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to make skin to skin contact as his hands slide around to your lower back.

"I... want this. i want you, megumi." the words sound foreign coming out of your mouth, but you know that you mean them.

he practically growls at your words, his hand coming up to your nape as he brings your lips together.

this kiss is soft yet rough at the same time, his tongue searching your mouth in a show of possessiveness. his lips leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, paying special attention to your pulse point.

his hand slides up your shirt and into your bra, starting to roughly knead your breast, groaning slightly in content.

"a-ah, wait, megumi-" you fumble over your words slightly, but to your suprise, he pulls back, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. you can tell he's waiting for you to speak, so you do.

it was if you were his property. he could harass you as much as he wants, but no one else should even so much look at you. you didn't miss the oddly kind he did sometimes.

"um... why are you doing this? I thought you hated me..." you say, cringing slightly at your own words but it was true. he treated you like shit.

verbally degrading you, pushing and shoving you around, and sometimes even pulling your hair like he had done earlier today. but the second someone even made one remark towards you, his fist was flying towards them.

he would drag you over to him by the wrist just to fix your hair and tug your skirt down, calling you a slut but anyone could that he didn't mean it by look of concern in his eyes.

or when you would hurt yourself, he would take it upon himself to bandage you, even if it was partly his fault for the bruise or cut on your body.

his voice would be rough as he called you clumsy for hurting yourself and that you were a waste of space for mot even being able to dress your own wounds. but his hands would be gentle as he cleans and wraps the plaster around your skin.

and you hated it. that you couldn't hate him. the way your heart would flutter when he ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, or when he would pull your hair and smirk down at you, you could feel heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"hate you?" he scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls back to look you in the eyes, "im so in love with you that it's fucking pathetic."

"...then why do you-"

"I dont really know how to express myself. and I'm a bit of a... sadist." he says, his face turning a shade of pink.

"i know you don't love me back, I wouldn't expect you to, but just let me have you... please. even if it's only one time." he murmurs, peppering kisses on your collarbone.

your connect your lips to his again, kissing him with slightly more urgency. he was right- you didn't necessarily love him, but you were attracted to him in some sort of way.

plus, this would be the only time this would happen. right?

dividers by cafekitsune

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bully!megumi who would relentlessly tease you to no end, always leaving you wondering what you did to make him hate you so much. little did you know he was a fucking sadist who got off to the way tears would spill out of your eyes eveytime he would curse you out. the pervert spent his nights jerking his cock to thoughts of him making you cry as he fucked you into the mattress.

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thinking about needy!geto who would drive you to a secluded area and gently coax you into straddling his lap, all while pressing his rock-hard boner into you and whispering in your ear about how much he needs you.

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inexperienced!choso

tw: friends to fuck buddies, inexperience, slight corruption, somnophilia

inexperienced!choso who never knew what this feeling was whenever you smiled at him, but he knew that he loved it.

inexperienced!choso who from then on always wanted to see you smile, or even laugh. doing his best to do things that made you smile, like him being funny, or him buying you things that you like.

inexperienced!choso who realised this feeling was getting a lot less innocent when his pants would strain at the sight of your nipples poking through your shirt.

inexperienced!choso who didn't know how to deal with the painful ache in his dick, and spent the nights rubbing his thighs together in hopes to relieve himself.

inexperienced!choso did a little research and was extremely embarrassed when he found out what the throbbing and leaking of his dick meant, who also started avoiding you due to how ashamed he was.

inexperienced!choso who also did a little research on how to relieve the ache, now spending the nights fucking his cock into his fist, his cum spraying onto his abs.

inexperienced!choso was extremely suprised when you came to his apartment, claiming that the two of you had started talking less and that you missed him.

inexperienced!choso who couldn't say no to you, feeling guilty at the sight of your sad face, no matter how cute it was.

inexperienced!choso who let you into his room, the two of you curled up on his bed as you watched a movie.

inexperienced!choso who's face flushed red when he saw that you had fallen asleep on his chest, giving him the perfect view of your breasts spilling out of your shirt.

inexperienced!choso who felt that now familiar boner in his pants, but which now felt very different due to your ass pressing against it.

inexperienced!choso who couldn't help but roll into you, grinding his dick on the fat of your ass as you slept in hopes to relieve the ache.

inexperienced!choso who tried his best to feign innocence when you woke up due to the not so subtle movement of his hips.

inexperienced!choso who only got harder when you told him it was okay and that you could help him.

inexperienced!choso who nearly came in his pants when you pulled up your shirt, revealing your supple breasts and pert nipples to him.

inexperienced!choso who was then given the best (and first) head in his life, your hands gently working up and his length as you suckled on his tip.

inexperienced!choso who came buckets, all over your face and tits as he panted softly.

inexperienced!choso who apologised profusely when he saw the mess he made, but froze when he saw you collect some on your finger and pop it into your mouth.

inexperienced!choso who you then told that you had noticed his feelings some time ago, and that he wasn't the best at hiding his boner.

inexperienced!choso who's face flushed red when you promised this wouldn't be the last time you pleasured him.

dividers by @cafekitsune

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fuckboy!gojo

tw: manipulation, nsfw, falling in love, mentions of fingering and oral, penetrative sex, slight cock warming.

he definitely met you at a party that one of your friends had dragged you to. you weren't the kind to party, that's what you told him when he approached you as you stood awkwardly in the corner. you knew what kind of guy he was when you noticed his eyes raking over your clothing, even when your clothes weren't necessarily revealing. you told him you didn't do hookups, and he said that you didn't have to do that with him. that was a lie. he would play nice for a few days, then take advantage of you one night when you're feeling vulnerable, and spend the night fucking you into the mattress, and cumming deep in that untouched pussy. that was low even for him, but you looked so innocent and pure at that party. he wanted to corrupt you so badly and decided that you were worth the wait.

but he didn't expect this.

he didn't expect to sneak into your room and night lay in your bed, to hold you in his arms as you rambled about your day to him. he didn't expect to be waiting for your classes to finish so that he could take you to your favourite cafe. he didn't expect to pick you up from your clubs and drop you off at your house every other night. he definitely didn't expect to meet your parents by coincidence, and he didn't expect them to like him.

he didn't expect his cheeks to flush whenever you smiled at him. he didn't expect his heart to beat faster when you held his hand or hugged him. he didn't expect the way you made him feel when you kissed him, and it was only a peck on the cheek. and he didn't expect his face to light up when you agreed to be his.

and he didn't expect for the two of you to never fuck. he only ever made love to you. kissing you lovingly, his sapphire eyes always locked on you. working you open gently and softly on his fingers and tongue, pulling multiple orgasms from your depths. running his hands all over your body, squeezing and caressing. them he pushed into you gently, kissing away the tears that fell from your eyes as he broke through your hymen. his hands rubbed your clit to turn the pain into pleasure, and he squeezed your hips and waist, as if you'd ever leave him. he'd make sure that you came first, your whimpers and moans are music to his ears. he would groan and whisper sweet words in your ear as you clenched around him so tightly he could barely pull out and thrust back in. then he came so deep inside of you, painting your walls white. he wouldn't even bother pulling out, rolling the two of you onto your side and pulling you into his chest. he kissed you all over your face, telling you to rest and that he'll take care of the clean up. and you did, you fell asleep in his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

he didn't expect to fall in love with you.

dividers by @cafekitsune