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I tried writing an angst fic for fun yk practice. I'm done with it. I read it as a reader. Cried because of the angst that I made. Cursed myself.

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When you don't say "I love you" back

Ft. JJK Men

note: I'm so back but still on writer's block. Here's this anyway🩷🩷🩷

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Gojo Satoru

He pauses at the door, blinking behind his shades.

“I love you,” he says, sing-song, lips curled in that usual grin.

You smile, distracted, just saying “Mhm, bye!”

A dramatic gasp.

“MHM? That’s all I get? No ‘I love you too, my beautiful, all-powerful, most eligible man alive’?”

He turns back, leaning against the doorframe like a wounded theater actor.

“You don’t love me anymore? Is this it? Are we breaking up?”

You sigh, laughing. “You’ll be late, dumbass.”

He walks off backwards, arms spread. “Fine! But just know… I’ll cry on the plane.”

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Geto Suguru

He’s halfway out the door when he says it, soft and sure. “Love you.”

You hum distractedly, checking your phone.

He watches you for a moment. “That’s it?”

You look up. “Hmm?”

He chuckles under his breath, walks back in, wraps his arms around you from behind.

“You’re lucky I’m patient,” he murmurs in your ear. “But don’t do that again.”

You feel the warning in his voice, the teasing weight behind it.

“I’ll kiss it out of you next time.”

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Nanami Kento

He straightens his tie, briefcase in hand. “I love you.”

You nod. “Have a good day.”

He pauses.

Turns slowly.

“Did I forget to say something unclear?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He walks over, kisses your forehead, then leans in close.

“I said I love you,” he murmurs, deliberately. “And I expect a proper reply, darling.”

You bite your lip to hide a smile.

“…I love you too.”

He hums. “Thank you. Now I can leave in peace.”

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Choso Kamo

He shyly mumbles, “I love you,” clutching his coat.

You wave. “Okay, be safe!”

He stops mid-step, visibly deflating.

Turns to you slowly, with a deeply betrayed look.

“…You forgot something.”

You stare blankly until he stammers, “You didn’t—you didn’t say it back.”

Your heart breaks a little.

When you finally say it, he looks so relieved it’s ridiculous.

“…Don’t scare me like that,” he mutters, hiding his face in his scarf.

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Sukuna

He doesn’t say “I love you” often.

So when he does, and you don’t say it back?

He’s glaring, jaw tight. “Excuse me?”

You blink. “What?”

“I just risked emotional death and said those three stupid words, and you just—what, wave me off?”

You snort. “Wow, you’re sensitive.”

He growls, pins you to the wall. “Say it.”

You grin. “Make me.”

“…I’ll ruin your whole night if you don’t.”

(He definitely ruins it. Lovingly.)

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Toji Fushiguro

“Love ya,” he says casually, keys in hand.

You yawn, curled on the couch. “Mm. Later.”

He stops. Stares at you.

“…You didn’t say it back.”

You peek open one eye. “So?”

He squints. “You tryna piss me off?”

Walks over, lifts your chin.

“Say it back, doll,” he drawls. “I don’t care if you’re half-asleep—I wanna hear it.”

You grin. “Fine. I love you.”

He kisses your forehead.

“Damn right.”

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Itadori Yuuji

He says it brightly, all sunshine: “Love you!”

You wave. “Bye!”

He freezes, stares at the floor.

“…Wait.”

You turn. “Hmm?”

He slowly looks up, eyes wide like a kicked puppy.

“You didn’t say it back.”

Your heart melts instantly.

“Yuuji—”

“No no it’s fine,” he says, dramatically walking to the door. “I’ll just cry a little on the train. No big deal.”

You call out: “I love you too, idiot!”

He spins around beaming. “Awww!”

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Fushiguro Megumi

He’s quiet about it. Just a mumbled, “Love you,” as he heads out.

You barely register it.

He pauses, looks back. “...Seriously?”

You blink up from your book. “What?”

“You didn’t say it back.”

Your brows rise. “I didn’t think you cared.”

He looks... mildly betrayed.

“I always care.”

You grin and call after him, “I love you too, Gumi.”

He tries to hide the smile tugging at his lips as he shuts the door, ears a little red.

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it starts small. a few extra snacks during movie nights, cozy winter meals that are too good to pass up, lazy mornings spent wrapped in each other instead of working out. neither of you really notice at first—until one fateful evening when you try to sit on nanami’s lap like usual, only for him to let out a very undignified grunt.

“…ow.”

you freeze. “what do you mean ow?”

nanami exhales, adjusting his grip on your waist. “i mean that you are significantly heavier than you were last season.”

your jaw drops. “did you just call me fat?”

he gives you a look—one that says he’s already regretting his word choice. “that’s not what I said.”

“but it’s what you meant!” you clutch your chest dramatically. “so this is how our love story ends, huh? my boyfriend calling me fat after we spent the entire winter eating like royalty?”

nanami sighs, rubbing his temples. “first of all, i never said that. second of all, we did this together, which means you’re not the only one who’s gained weight.”

you pause, eyes narrowing. “you have?”

“yes.”

immediately, your hands go to his sides, pressing into his waist, and your eyes widen in delight. “oh my god. you have.”

nanami groans as you start squishing at his stomach, trying to gauge just how much softer he’s gotten. “stop that.”

“no, this is the best discovery ever,” you say, grinning. “you’re cozier.”

“so are you,” he mutters, gripping your hips and pulling you closer, voice lowering as he adds, “which I like.”

you blink, caught off guard for a second. then you smirk. “oh? so you like my winter weight?”

“if it means there’s more of you to hold, then yes,” he replies simply, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

your smirk falters, heart skipping a beat. “…now i feel bad for bullying you.”

nanami hums, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. “you should.”

you sigh dramatically. “fine. truce?”

“truce.” he wraps his arms fully around you, pulling you against his chest with ease. “but if we both want to get back in shape, we should start waking up earlier.”

you wrinkle your nose. “hmm. or… we could just stay cozy and accept our fate.”

nanami chuckles, resting his chin atop your head. “…tempting.”

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when you go away, i still see you

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Simply a masterpiece🤌

Nanami is attractive and the type of man women dream of. He clearly knows it but he doesn't feel any attraction to any of the women who try to have him in their bed.

But only one woman has managed to get his attention. It's you. Is it normal to see a woman so beautiful that his cock becomes so painful every time he sees her? He doesn't have the answer but he only wants you. He could be sick if that's not the case.

And he got you.

"Fuck baby.. your pussy tastes like heaven." He says more to himself than to you as he eats your pussy through your pastel pink panties of depraved just for him. His thumb tickles your swollen and sensitive clitoris.

"Nanamiiii!" Your toes respond to each other with the strong sensations he gives you, but the guilt of doing such a dirty thing in the meeting room catches up with you and especially doing it with your boss.

Your hands cup your mouth to muffle your loud moans. His eyes flick up to catch your gaze. "I want to hear you my slutty girl. It's okay if we hear you." He moves your soaked panties with his tongue and pushes them into your tight walls and you feel a small smile against the levers of your soaked pussy.

You pull your hand away and moan incoherent things from the immense pleasure Nanami is giving you. Your hands grip his hair which makes him moan. Your hips move spanking so that your pussy grinds against his face.

He looks at you intensely as if you are an angel. You are so beautiful in his eyes. His cock twitches and hurts so much against his expensive pants. He can feel the precum against the fabric. It's a waste for you.

"Imgonna! I'm gonna cum!" Small tears of pleasure fall from your pretty eyes. His tongue is active in your velvety walls and his thumb makes a frantic circle on your sensitive bud. "Nanamiii!!" Your grip on this hair becomes stronger.

You enjoy your mouth soaked with your sperm. He continues to lick you and drink your sweet juices. You taste so good. Nanami felt moisture in his underwear, he had cum too but without realizing it. You make him so dirty for his greatest pleasure.

a/n : I wrote quickly because it's been a while since I posted :) I haven't reread and if you come up with a longer version let me know. ⟢﹒masterlist

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Xavier’s snatched pretty waist 🎀✨

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i have a love hate relationship with this crow 🐦‍⬛

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Nerd!jo Being Absolutely Pathetic Headcanons♡

☆When he’s tutoring you, he’s trying to focus on the lesson, but all he can see is the way your lips part when you’re thinking, the way your fingers twirl your pen. His glasses keep sliding down because he’s sweating—why is it so hot in here?

☆The moment you step out for a bathroom break, it’s like a crime scene. He’s touching the bedsheets, picking up your hoodie, rubbing the fabric between his fingers like he’s studying its molecular structure.

☆If there’s a hair tie left behind? Pocketed. A pen you chewed on? Pocketed. Your perfume lingers in the air? He’s inhaling like it’s life support.

☆Worst-case scenario? He spots your underwear folded neatly in your laundry basket and just stares. It’s a moral dilemma. A test of willpower. If he touches it, he’s never coming back from this.(He touches it.)

☆When you come back, he’s red-faced, acting way too normal, legs crossed suspiciously. "A-ah, you—you were gone for a while! I—I was just reviewing our notes!" (He has not retained a single word.)

☆He thinks he’d be in control, that his intelligence means he’d have the upper hand. Wrong.

☆He tries to be composed, but the second you straddle him, he’s gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

☆The first time you get even a little close, whisper something teasing in his ear? His breath hitches so hard his glasses slip down.

☆Whimpers. Like, actual gasping, high-pitched whimpers. If you so much as grind a little, he’s gone, head tilting back, eyes rolling.

☆Mumbles incoherently. Between hitched breaths, he’s whispering nonsense— “I-I can’t—this is—I shouldn’t—y-you’re too—” before cutting off with a desperate moan.

☆Absolutely clings to you, hands grasping at your thighs, your waist, your back. Like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

☆If you tease him? Call him cute in that sultry tone? He whines.

☆Would beg. The moment you slow down, teasing him about how needy he is, he’s nodding frantically, pupils blown wide, glasses askew. "P-please—please, I—I need—"

Nerd!Gojo is a wreck for you, and he knows it. He’s supposed to be the smartest in the room, but the moment you so much as breathe on his neck, his IQ drops to zero.

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You knew Toji was built different. The man carried himself with the confidence of someone who had every reason to be cocky. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a smirk that practically screamed trouble—you’d prepared yourself for what lay beneath his clothes. Or at least, you thought you had.

You were so wrong.

The second his pants hit the floor, your jaw did the same.

“What the fuck is that?” you blurted out, pointing like he had just revealed a biological weapon.

Toji, the absolute menace, just smirked, running a lazy hand down his stomach and happy trail. “A blessing,” he said smugly.

“A what? That thing is a liability. No way you’re walking around with that like it’s normal,” you gawked, half-expecting his cock to start levitating or glowing.

Toji just laughed, his chest rumbling as he stepped closer, towering over you like he was enjoying your reaction way too much. “Aw, c’mon, sweetheart. You can handle it.”

“Handle it? Toji, I’d need a whole battle strategy. I’d need backup. I’d need a doctor on standby.” You squinted at him. “Do you have a license for that?”

He leaned down, voice dropping into something downright wicked. “Wanna find out?”

You inhaled sharply, brain short-circuiting between fear and thrill. His fingers traced along your jaw, his stupid, cocky smirk never leaving his face. You could feel the heat rolling off him, intense, suffocating, dangerous. You can feel that pussy destroyer poking you.

“…For legal reasons, this is a bad idea,” you muttered, pressing a hand against his chest.

He chuckled, pressing closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Then it’s a good thing we’re both a little lawless, huh?”

You hated how much that sent a shiver down your spine.

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This is some cool shyt right here🙌🙌🙌

Nosferatu sukugo

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"Would You Still Love Me If I Was a Worm?"

Satoru had asked you the question a week ago.

You barely glanced up from your book at the time and replied with a deadpan, “Satoru, if you turned into a worm, I’d put you in a jar and feed you leaves until you die.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you had personally ripped out his heart. “You monster!”

Fast forward to today.

You woke up, stretching lazily, ready to start your morning—when something moved on your pillow.

A tiny, white, wriggling thing.

With an all-too-familiar voice.

“Mornin’, babe.”

Your soul left your body.

You stared in absolute horror as a worm—a TALKING worm—lay beside you, wriggling its tiny body in what you assumed was a smug manner.

“…Satoru?”

The worm grinned. IT GRINNED. “Bingo! Looks like I finally turned into a worm. But don’t worry, you still love me, right?”

Your entire body seized up. Your brain rejected every second of this nightmare reality. Your boyfriend—the strongest sorcerer alive—was now a moist, wriggly worm making kissy noises at you.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

“I was thinking, you could carry me around in your pocket! Or maybe a cute little necklace jar? Ooh! How about you feed me like a baby bird?”

“What the actual f—”

Satoru’s worm body wiggled closer. “C’mon, baby, don’t act like you’re not into it. You love me.”

“I DO NOT LOVE A FUCKING WORM, SATORU!!”

He gasped. “You take that back!”

“Satoru, I will put you in a terrarium and forget to water you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I WOULD.”

“YOU’RE A TERRIBLE GIRLFRIEND!”

“I’M ABOUT TO BE SINGLE!”

And just as you were about to absolutely hurl him across the room—

You woke up.

Drenched in sweat. Heart racing.

You immediately turned to your side—Satoru was there, human and very much not a worm, sleeping peacefully.

You exhaled shakily, rubbing your face. “It was just a dream…”

Then, beside you, Satoru mumbled in his sleep—

“Love you, babe… even if I was a worm…”

You screamed into your pillow.

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And so I made something...on AO3...

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Your fingers trail over the constellation of moles scattered across Suguru's arm, mapping each one with an absentminded hum. He watches you, dark eyes lidded with something between amusement and curiosity, lips curled into a faint smile as he leans into your touch.

"What number are we on?" he murmurs, voice rich and deep, carrying the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones.

You tilt your head, shifting your focus to the next one—just at the curve of his collarbone. "Seventeen."

Suguru chuckles, the sound vibrating beneath your fingertips. "And are you planning to count all of them?"

"Mhm." You shift closer, the tips of your fingers dipping beneath the loose neckline of his shirt, tracing the warmth of his skin. "That a problem?"

His breath hitches—not that he'd ever admit it. His composure is almost infuriatingly intact, save for the way his hand twitches against the mattress. "Not at all. Just wondering if you're going to stop at the ones you can see... or if you’re feeling thorough."

Your fingers drag lower, the fabric giving way easily, exposing the toned expanse of his chest. "Wouldn’t want to leave the job unfinished."

His smirk sharpens, dark lashes lowering as he watches you move. "Diligent thing, aren’t you?"

You hum, pressing a chaste kiss to the mole right beneath his ribs, feeling his muscles tense beneath your lips. "Eighteen."

His fingers finally twitch to life, brushing against the back of your neck, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin. "You’re teasing."

"Am I?" Another kiss, lower this time. "Nineteen."

His hand flexes, grip tightening just slightly—just enough for you to feel the restraint in it, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you like a promise. "Careful," he murmurs, voice dropping, honey-smooth but laced with something darker, something unspoken. "If you keep going like that, I might have to remind you how many I have in places you haven’t even thought to count yet."

You look up at him through your lashes, lips ghosting over the heat of his skin, letting your breath fan over the next mole in your path. "Then I guess I’ll just have to be very, very thorough."

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FINALLY REMEMBERED AN I IDEA FOR A FIC I HAD HELLOOO

okay so a fanfic inspired by the song Terrified by Childish Gambino with a gender neutral or male reader (plsplsplspls need more male reader) specifically these lyrics:

Do you misbehave?

Haunt you to your grave

I′m going to eat you alive

Please don't find me rude

But I don't eat fast food

So don′t run to me, baby

I NEED SUGURU SOOO BAD PUHLEASE or any jjk man you think would fit the fic y'know 😋 interpret the lyrics however you want !

Here u goon !! I chose Geto cuz why nottt. And idk if I actually got the interpretation of the song, I think I wrote this too vaguely(and boring)😭😭😭

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Misbehave.

The moon was full and heavy in the sky, casting a pale glow over the large temple grounds. The chill of the night bit at your skin as you stood just outside Suguru’s private quarters. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as though the very walls of this place knew you didn’t belong here.

You shouldn’t have come.

But Suguru had called you—no, summoned you—with a simple message delivered through one of his devout followers: “Come to me. Tonight.” And like the fool you were, you had obeyed, unable to ignore the magnetic pull he seemed to have over you.

Now, standing before the sliding doors, you hesitated. The distant hum of insects filled the air, but the temple felt too quiet, like the calm before a storm.

Before you could knock or announce your presence, the door slid open with a soft shhk. Suguru stood on the other side, dressed in dark robes that hung loosely around his shoulders. His hair, long and dark, framed his sharp features in a way that made your breath hitch. But it wasn’t just his appearance—it was the way his gaze bore into you, heavy and knowing, as though he’d been expecting you to hesitate.

“You’re late,” he said, his tone light but tinged with amusement.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

Once inside, the door slid shut behind you with a finality that made your stomach twist. The room was dimly lit by a single candle on the far side.

“You’re nervous,” Suguru noted, his voice low and smooth as he approached you. “Good. You should be.”

Your pulse quickened, and you took a step back, but his hand shot out, catching your wrist. His touch was firm but not painful, just enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Do you know why I called you here?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head.

His lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your ear. “Because I wanted to see if you’d come running to me like a good little pet. And here you are.”

You froze, his words sending a jolt of something—fear, excitement, maybe both—through your body. His grip on your wrist loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. Instead, he guided your hand upward, pressing your palm against his chest.

“I’m too possessive to play nice,” he murmured, his voice dripping with something dangerous. “Too selfish to share. And too obsessed to let you go.”

You stared at him, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes darkened, glinting with a predatory light.

“I don’t like things that come easy,” Suguru continued, his free hand trailing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I like a little fight. A little chase.”

Your breath hitched as his hand moved to your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze. “But now that I’ve caught you, what should I do with you?"

His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere unless he allowed it.

“Don’t run,” he purred, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth in a ghost of a kiss. “I don’t like fast food. I like to savor every bite.”

The candlelight flickered, and for a moment, you swore you saw something darker lurking in his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, each word sinking into your skin like a brand. “I’ll haunt you to your grave if I have to, but you’ll never be free of me. Do you understand that?”

You nodded, your voice lost to the weight of his presence.

Suguru smiled, but there was no warmth in it—only possession, only hunger.

“Good,” he said, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Now, be good for me and don’t misbehave. Unless…” His grin widened, a glint of wicked amusement in his eyes. “...you want to give me a reason to punish you.”

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ABOUT THE CHILDISH GAMBINO FIC

toni would be a great fit too

Pls I was literally so confused the first time I saw this😭😭😭(working on it)

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Mr. Chopped x reader!! Please I'm starving! Maybe spicy if you're comfy with that but if you're not fluff is always amazing too <3 I love that severed head so much

Here u go babes

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Mr. Chopped had never been particularly shy about invading your personal space, and you're okay with it. He didn’t exactly have much space of his own, after all. So when he boldly declared, “Me… lay here,” before nestling himself on your chest, you didn’t even have time to argue.

“Chopped, you can’t just—”

“Shhh.” His voice was soft, almost teasing. “Me comfy.”

You blinked down at him, his head perfectly balanced as he rested against you. His weight wasn’t much, but the audacity? Heavy.

“Don’t you think this is… a little uncomfortable for you?” you asked, raising a brow, though your tone lacked any real bite.

“uncom—what?” His face scrunched in mock confusion. “This good spot. Warm. Soft. Me deserve.”

“You deserve?” you echoed, trying to suppress a laugh. “And what exactly have you done to earn this?”

He grinned, smug and unapologetic. “Me charming. You like me.”

Your cheeks warmed at his bluntness. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your hand instinctively came up to rest against his cheek.

He leaned into the touch with an exaggerated sigh. “See? You care. You… spoil me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“Lucky?” he repeated, his grin softening into something sweeter. “No. Me… happiest head. You best.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart squeeze. “Chopped…”

“Shhh,” he murmured again, though this time it was almost shy. “No talk. Just stay. Me like this.”

And so you did, letting him stay nestled against you, his presence both ridiculous and comforting. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking that maybe he was right—he did deserve this.

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I squirted

Didn't want to post it tbh, cuz this head turn made me cry, but I kinda like his boobies so here it is. Toji it is ♥