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Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Photo conversation shenanigans continue

Warning: mentions of cursing, suggestive/mature, playful threats

── all fake texts

[ronilynnkim]

model hwa leaving events as soon as he's able to so he can make out with you in his car

like he just finished up a runway and he's booking it out of there to his car, where he finds you seated all pretty. obviously he has to have you on his lap when he makes out with you, he can't not have you on his lap. hands all over your ass, his mouth absolutely devouring yours bc he's that hungry for you. god forbid you start grinding on him. you are getting pounded into the seats.

[ronilynnkim]

Have some boy failure Alastor (っ'ヮ')╮=͟͟͞🦌 🍎💦

The man knows how to flirt, but not with someone he's actually into.

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ball math. | masterlist.

“A single human testicle is worth approximately 1.7 million dollars on the black market.” You read aloud from your phone, eyes glinting mischievously.

Satoru and Suguru both pause. Satoru’s chewing on a Pocky stick on the couch, and Suguru’s halfway through braiding his hair. Slowly, suspiciously, they turn to look at you.

“...Okay.” Suguru says carefully. “And why do you feel the need to share that?”

“I was just browsing.” You smile sweetly. “It’s been a little too peaceful in here lately. I’m simply introducing some interesting math.”

“Oh heeeell no.” Satoru says immediately, straightening his posture as his protective instincts kick in.

You hold up four fingers. “There are four of them in this room. Just sitting there. Doing nothing.”

“We need them to continue future generations!” Suguru says defensively.

“Not all of them.” You counter, standing now and advancing slowly towards them. “Think about it. One testicle per man. You still get to keep a spare! And I get 3.4 million dollars. Everyone wins.”

Satoru's already on his feet, backing toward the door. “She’s gone fucking feral, Suguru.”

“She’s doing ball math.” Suguru hisses, grabbing a throw pillow like a weapon. “We need to go.”

“Oh, don’t run.” You croon, stepping closer with wiggling grabby hands. “We’ll just grab an ice pack and you won’t even feel any-”

“GET OUT!” Satoru screeches, one hand cupping instinctively over his groin, and the other flinging the Pocky box at you and missing.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Suguru bellows as they both scramble for the hallway, bumping shoulders in the doorway and nearly falling over each other.

You cackle like a maniac and give chase. It’s okay. They’ll thank you later. After the swelling goes down.

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"Tch...Looks like one of your Fans found us legs"

[ronilynnkim]

ateez w baby fever links 🙂‍↕️

Ateez twitter links - Baby Fever!

pairing(s): ateez x fem!reader

warnings/tags: porn links MDNI, intentional lowercase, graphic depictions of sex, cream pies, baby fever, breeding kink, praise, HEAVY use of pentames, possessiveness from some of the members

a/n; hi….. long time no see………….. turns out I *was* having an insane mental burnout but you can only keep me away for so long… requests will take a WHILE to get through, please be patient.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! inbox is currently full. however, if you would like to yap feel free to send an ask!

masterlist.

hongjoong:

you felt like you were in heat. riding him round after round, your thighs shaking but you couldn't stop, he won't let you stop.... not until he had you nice n full of him and his seed. every time you felt his cum escaping your cunt and with every roll of your hips, you tried to push it back in, desperate for him as well. you didn't know when he had this sudden urge to fuck you so full, but you couldn't really mind when he was giving it to you every night. link.

"come on baby, have to make sure you're nice n full"

"can't let any drop go to waste mama, need to make sure somethin takes"

seonghwa:

he was so deep. his bodyweight pinning you down as he rolls his hips practically into your womb. he couldn't control himself, too high off of the thought of you full, carrying his child. fuck, he can't stop himself from moaning and whining into your neck as he brings you both closer to your releases, making sure it all stays in. link.

"you'll have my baby, right sweetheart?"

"can't leave you empty, gotta have you full of me.. full of my cum"

yunho:

he's so impatient, wanting you pregnant now. going as so far to make a nursery for your nonexistent child, getting all the necessities for you being pregnant and having a baby. including a yoga ball, which he used to fuck you on every night in a deep mating press. link.

"c'mon baby, gonna let this one take?"

"I have everything set up for you little mama, jus' need to get you pregnant, can you do that f'me?"

yeosang:

yeosang doesn't even know what's gotten into himself, but now he can't imagine a moment where he didn't have a plaguing though of you full oh his cum and eventually his child. You could feel the shift in him too, noticing his once crazed thrusts turning into sharp, intentional movements. his mindless praising also turning into motivated pleas to let him breed you. link.

"feel so good, jus' wanna knock you up.. would you let me do that, angel?"

"you'd make such a pretty mama, let me give you what u want pretty"

san:

it did not take long for this man to go blind with the need to breed you each second he could, fucking you over and over til something takes. it didn't matter how much cum was leaking out of your cunt, he practically had an endless supply of seed he could give you, pumping load after load into your receptive womb. he'd praise you after each one too, cooing as it leaks around his still hard cock. link.

"good job baby, takin all of me like a good lil mama…"

"look at it all spillin' out… good thing I have more to make sure some of it stays, right pretty girl?"

mingi:

you can blame (or thank) yunho for your current predicament. him making an offhanded comment about you driving a "mom" car somehow lead to mingi's brain being rewired to actually wanting to make you a mom... queue intense sessions with him having you in a deep mating press, harsh thrusts as he all but tries to make sure you have a baby. link.

"mom car huh… guess I have to make you a real mama now, isn't that right baby?'

"fuckin you so deep, there's no way this one won't take.. hmm?"

wooyoung:

this man practically always has baby fever. every time he goes shopping, you have to stop him from buying every baby item he sets his sights on… this of course translates to the bedroom, with him begging and pleading for you to have one baby with him, just one! its all he asks (read: begs) for. every thrust up into your cunt has him reeling, unable to stop pumping his seed into your womb at the thought of you actually pregnant. link.

"c'mon pretty girl, just one baby… I can take care of you both.. jus' let me make you a momma, please"

"I can feel you gripping me tight baby, you want this just as badly… come on mama.. lets make you a real one"

jongho:

jongho was not the jealous type. okay maybe he was…… a lot. he just liked knowing he and u were better than everyone, and now that people are having babies and you two aren't…. it may be getting to him. queue a comment from one of the boys about another man stealing and knocking u up and BOOM, baby making sessions every night. he'd have you bent over every surface imaginable as he pumps you full of his thick seed, even cockwarming you after just to make sure it stays. link.

"my pretty girl, can't have someone else come n steal you.. gonna give you a baby and make you mine forever"

"look at you milking my cock, not a drop will escape.. won't it pretty girl?"

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excaliboner. | masterlist.

Suguru’s sprawled out naked on the bed.

He’s gripping the headboard behind him, abs tensed, flushed and panting. Satoru’s lying back beside him, one arm behind his head, stroking himself off lazily.

You’re sitting between Suguru’s legs, lips ghosting over the flushed tip of his cock, breath warm, tongue peeking out just slightly as you start to lean in, then–

“I’ve been thinking...” You pull back a bit.

Suguru groans. “No, please stop thinking.”

You ignore him obviously. “What if I had a dick?”

Suguru inhales. Exhales. Stares at the ceiling like he blames it for the situation he’s in right now. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“I know.” You hum, chin on his thigh. “But like, imagine it. I’d definitely helicopter it.”

Satoru fucking snorts. Suguru stares at you like you’ve just spit in his rice. “I’m sorry?”

“Like, I’d swing that shit around like a glowstick at a rave.” You continue proudly, hands now gesturing. “Just, whap whap whap slapping the air. I’d wreck you both.”

Satoru’s losing it now. “BABE–”

Suguru just blinks at you, pushes himself up and stands. Silently. Picks up his pants. His shirt. His dignity.

“Where are you going?” You pout, eyes innocent.

“Away.”

“BABY–”

“I need to bleach my brain.” He says, already halfway down the hall.

“COME BACK I’LL BE NORMAL–”

He doesn’t answer.

“Suguruuuuuu.” You whine after him.

Satoru sighs dramatically beside you, patting your head. “It’s okay, princess. I’m still hard. Come wreck me with your mouth.���

You pause.

“…You’re gonna regret saying that when I come back with a strap-on named Excaliboner.”

He moans. “Please do.”

bts: suguru gets over it in two minutes and comes back to wreck some holes 😈

[ronilynnkim]

—nsfw—

itoshi sae x reader , this was a request . it was a bit embarrassing to post but i left shame back in 2024 so without further ado , enjoy <3

the bathroom door opened rather too loudly. too hurriedly. itoshi sae entered, seeing you sitting in the empty bathtub—your eyes hazy, your lips parted, your hair messy and your hand down to your panties—you were wasted.

you were in one of the rooms at the party, getting shots after shots till you got drunk and needy.

sae, tho your ex, rushed to find you the moment he got to know about your state—knocking on every door in the house till he found you there. "i'm taking you home," sae said in a firm voice as he walked in.

you pouted, "go away," you say childishly but that doesn't stop him as he warns you that he'll have to manhandle you out if you don't listen to him. to which you counter by saying that you will scream if he doesn't listen to you.

he runs his hand over his face, coming over to you and crouching down—almost giving up convincing you. he himself had a few shots but his was right in his mind(atleast that's what he thinks), sitting by the little stool, "what are you doing y/n?" he asks, a hint of pink coating his cheeks as he sees where your hand is.

"nothing," hiccup "nothing you should be worried about," hiccup "now go away or enjoy the show. i don't care," you say, rubbing yourself even faster and faster and faster.

"stop it y/n," he says firmly, reaching for your hand but oh, you already came all over your fingers.

giggling, you give him a mischievous look, "wanna taste?"

"you're out of your damn mind."

"maybe i am," hiccup "that doesn't answer my question. do you wanna taste or no?" you laugh giddily.

there was a silence. and maybe the shots of alcohol made sae feel something he couldn't put a finger on, "...give me that damn hand."

you snickered as he takes your middle and ring finger into his mouth, licking them clean. "can you send in some guy," hiccup "i wanna get eaten out."

sae looks at you in disbelief, "you're gonna regret this next morning y/n."

you laugh saying you regret nothing—saying that what happens will happen. you don't really care. you've left the shame back in to the time where you and sae used to date.

"i have one request i want you to fulfil, itoshi sae," hiccup "bring someone in."

the thought of some other guy getting his hands on you alone pissed sae off. pissed isn't even the right word. whatever emotion it was—jealousy perhaps—made sae pick you up from the bathtub bridal way, making you yelp.

sae settles you down at the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you, rolling your dress upwards till he has a perfect sight infront of him—the panties you wore on had a dark wet patch at the centre thanks to your own fingers.

before he could dive his head in between your thighs, you held onto his hair, tugging back, "not you."

"...not me?"

"not you." you hiccup again. then again as you say, "you're not my boyfriend anymore."

sae reaches for your hand that rested on his head, kissing the knuckles, "y/n...let me."

you were starting to sober up but the fire inside you didn't die down, "fine." with your permission, sae exhaled in relief as he places multiple kisses and occasional bites on the inside of your thighs, trying to mark you as his possession.

he slides your panties to the side, letting out a throaty hum at the sight of your pretty wet pussy, "fuck," he breathes out. without waiting much, he attaches his lips to where you needed him the most.

with his tongue, he drew little tight circles, zig-zags, figure eights, and every pattern he knew that would get you off—as he was basically making out with your pussy.

you keep squirming and whimpering—moaning his name and even the nickname you would call him when the two of you used to date. he groans at that, the vibrations on your pussy puts you over the edge and without warning, you come undone on his tongue, without him knowing.

and when you do so, you fall back on the bed, giggling to yourself, so tired, closing your eyes, on your way there to the dreamland.

you don't care—or even have the strength to complain about the overstimulation by the ministrations sae is providing you with.

when he's finally satisfied, he looks up at you but you were already fast asleep. sae sits besides you on the bed, running a hand through his hair, panting as he looks at your vulnerable figure.

you don't belong in her life anymore.

a voice echoed in his head.

she deserves better.

another one said.

sae gets up from the bed, fixing himself. one step, two step, three step...more steps and he'll be out of your life completely.

so he halts himself, turning around to you. you were carelessly sleeping. a drool rolling from your mouth to your cheek as you snored lightly—this elegant sight of you that sae loved dearly.

how can you walk back into her life like nothing?

"i can," he counters, making his way to you. adjusting your dress so you're not uncomfy. he pulls the duvet—covering you with it.

she deserves better.

"she deserves me."

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐: 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

Hey everyone ! Here's pt.2, I hope you enjoy it and honestly I feel like it needs pt.3 as well. What do you think, should I add it or leave it as an open ending?

This part is long, grab a snack.

check out pt.1 here.

Check out pt.3 here.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮:

The café was quiet when you left after the scene that Gojo made.

Gojo sat there, one leg bouncing restless under the table, his sunglasses were off now. Yuuji and Megumi avoided looking at him, they could still feel the tension from earlier.

And that's when Nobara arrived, "Hey guys!" she said excitedly as she say down and slammed her purse on the table.

She felt that the energy was off, "Where's YN? Don't tell me I arrived here before her?" She chuckled, "Now I'm more punctual than your girlfriend Gojo" She added laughing as she looked at him, but no one else laughed.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong? and where's YN? Is she okay?" she asked now worried.

Gojo smirked bitterly, "Oh don't worry, I'm sure she has her company—a real cozy one too"

Nobara froze, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"This is what I'm talking about" he held his phone up to her face, "See? arm around her, flowers and stuff. Romantic as hell right?"

Now everyone's head in the café snapped towards them as Nobara's voice shot through it, "ARE YOU STUPID GOJO?"

He blinked, taken aback from her reaction, "Excuse me?"

"Excuse you? That was her cousin, you idiot. She was picking flowers for YOUR birthday, because she wanted everything to be perfect!"

The entire table went dead silent. Their eyes widened.

"Oh no" Yuuji muttered.

"F-for me?" Gojo's voice cracked.

"Wait! Don't tell me she was here and she left because you accused her of cheating?" She asked, but Gojo kept silent, still processing thay he fucked up.

"ANSWER ME" she slammed her hand down glaring at him, but when he kept silent, she glanced at Yuuji and Megumi and they nodded quickly, "I can't believe you humiliated her in public for doing something sweet for you"

Without saying a word, Satoru shot up from his seat, his heart almost jumped out of his chest as he sprinted out of the café.

He barged into the house and froze immediately. The sight of your half-packed suitcase hit him like a knife.

Your clothes folded neatly, your plushies, everything.

"...No..no..no" his voice trembled. He stepped inside the room closing the door behind him.

You didn't turn, didn't say anything, you kept packing your things.

"Princess—" his voice cracked as he crossed the room and stood in front of you, "Please—YN, please stop packing...I-I screwed up, I was....oh God I was an idiot. The biggest idiot alive"

You ignored him, not even glancing at him as he desperately followed you around, "Please YN..I'm sorry"

You laughed bitterly, "Oh now you're sorry? you think 'sorry' would erase the way you accused me and humiliated me in front of everyone?"

"I fucked up real bad" he said, hands trembling.

"Satoru—I need a break...a very long break" you said putting the folded pair of jeans kn the suitcase, and then looked at him.

He blinked, "What do you mean a break? We're over? That's it?"

"Yes. This is what you wished for when you said we were done earlier. So this is me honoring your wish. I need time to see if I can handle this side of you, and to be honest I don't think I want to"

Gojo's mouth opened then closed. The hurt, the guilt in his eyes was real and raw.

He dropped to his knees right in front of you, holding you gently, "I don't deserve, I know I don't deserve another chance. But I swear to you, I'll spend the rest of my life fixing the mess I made.. Please don't leave me YN!"

He pressed his forehead against your stomach, his voice cracking, "I've never begged for anything in my life until now"

You shook your head, "I don't know if forgiveness is even possible yet, Satoru. I already took my decision I need this break".

He only stayed silent, and for the first time in his life, the strongest Gojo Satoru felt helpless.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

The atmosphere was thick and tense. Geto sat on the couch at Shoko's house. Elbows on his knees. Running a hand through his hair for the 100th time, his jaw clenched so tight.

Gojo and Shook exchanged glances before Gojo finally asked him, "You look like you're about to kill someone. Spill the tea"

Geto's eyes lcoked with Gojo's as he exhaled sharply, "She cheated on me" he said his voice low.

Shoko's cigarettes slipped slightly between her fingers, "What did you just say?"

"I saw her, with another guy. At the florist, laughing, his arm around her"

Gojo and Shoko went pale.

"Wait, wait wait—that guy wasn't her cousin?" Gojo blurted out

Shoko threw her hands in the air, angry, "For fuck's sake Suguru! That was her cousin, you moron! He recently opened a flower shop, she went there to pick out a bouquet for your birthday".

The words slammed into him like a train. He froze completely still, his eyes wide but empty as the weight of what he had done settled in.

"Are you seriously still sitting here like an idiot? Go apologize" said Shoko loud enough to wake him up from his trance.

"Shit" he whispered under his breath as he stood up.

By the time he reached home, his palms were sweating, heart pounding. He quickly opened the door, hands trembling then he stopped.

You were in the hallway dragging your suitcase behind you, your eyes red from all the crying.

"YN" his voice cracked as he rushed towards you, grabbing the suitcase handle before you could take another step.

"Move, Suguru" you said coldly.

He shook his head violently, his hair fall into his face, "No–no please. Don't go...I..fucked up. God I made a huge mistake" his voice broke as he dropped the suitcase and cupped your face with shaking hands.

You flinched away from him, the pain in your eyes cutting through him deeper than any curse could, "Yeah I already know you fucked up, no need to tell me now...You didn't even let me explain, you just looked at me straight in the eyes and called me disgusting"

He squeezed his eyes shut, regret eating him alive, "I'm sorry YN. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm the disgusting one for doubting you. I'll never forgive myself for hurting you like that".

"I want to break up Suguru" you said and it shot him like a bullet.

"no...no..no..no baby don't say that" he begged as you picked your suitcase and started walking.

He panicked, "No YN don't walk away from me" he said and pulled you into his chest suddenly, desperately, "Don't say that YN, yell at me, hit me but don't leave"

But you only pushed him, "I need time Suguru" you said holding back tears, "I need time to figure out—"

"F-figure out what?" he'd cut through voice breaking.

"If I can heal from this"

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

He couldn't stay in the house. Not under the same rood as you.

He didn't want to hear your excuses, didn't want to hear anything. So he left, went straight to Jujutsu High and holed up in his dorm room, drowning in silence.

But that's when his door slammed open without warning. He shot up from his bed, "Nobara? what the hell—"

"Shut up" her voice cut sharp as a blade. She stood in front of him, hands clenched into fists, "You are such a damn idiot, Fushiguro"

He blinked, "What?"

"Don't you dare what me—Do you have any idea what you just did to her?"

Megumi's jaw tightened as be turned away, "I don't wanna talk about it"

"Too bad you're going to" she spat in anger, "you really thought she cheated on you?"

"What she called you already and complained making me the bad guy?"

Nobara scoffed, "You think so little of her, you didn't even let her explain"

His fists clenched, "I saw the messages Nob—"

"THAT WAS HER COUSIN YOU STUPID ASS"

Megumi froze, "Her what?" he asked in shock.

"Her cousin, let that sink" she said and then left the room.

Megumi's mind went blank, trying to process.

He didn't even grab his jacket , he ran down the halls, out of the gates, all the way back to the apartment, back to you.

When he entered the house, the first thing he saw was your suitcase and his heart dropped.

You stood there phone in hand, wiping your tears. When you saw him, your hurried and grabbed your things and started walking towards the door.

"Don't...leave" he managed to say, voice low and broken.

"Why shouldn't I? You already confessed that you hate me, so Why. Shouldn't. I?" you said through gritted teeth and glossy eyes.

"No..no I didn't mean it and you know that YN"

"No I don't, I don't read minds Megumi"

"I swear to God I never stopped loving you, I was just angry, I don't know what's gotten into me, but I was a jerk, I know it—and I'm sorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I didn't trust you, I'm sorry for nit giving you a chance to explain—"

You took a deep breath, Megumi's sad eyes never left you,

"You know who was that? The guy texting me? He was my cousin. He came to Japan for a holiday, and I wanted to invite him to tour birthday party because thought —maybe you would want to meet someone from my family"

As if someone punched him to the guts and knocked all air out of him, "Oh god..." his eyes teared up, "YN—God... I'm sorry" he stepped forward, holding your hand tightly, afraid you'd vanish, afraid you'd leave him, forever.

"I was wrong, so fucking wrong —I understand if you want to leave me—but I can't handle it. Please don't go. Don't leave , I can't lose you. Not like this"

You stared at him, then looked away, your heart was aching as you felt his grip tighten even more, fingers trembling, "I need space, Megumi...I need time, maybe a few days, away from this"

"I'll wait, I'll wait for you forever. But please don't drift away from me, in the end please come back to me—and I'll fix everything.... I promise".

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

You didn't say a word as you packed your things. His words replaying in your head in a crazy loop 'pack your shit and leave'. So you obeyed, because what else could you do if he insisted to not hear a word from you.

You dragged your suitcase towards the door, you didn't even glance at him or say your last goodbye.

He sat on the couch, arms crossed, jaw tight, pretending like thus didn't rip him apart. But when the door clicked shut behind you, Sukuna got up instantly and walked towards the window, maybe just to confirm you're really leaving.

That's when he saw you, that's when he saw him—that guy from the photo, flesh and bone.

A car pulled outside the house to pick you up, like some knight in shining armor.

Red, that's all what Sukuna saw. His rage skyrocketed. He didn't think, he just moved, down the stairs, out of the door like a storm about to destroy everything in its path.

You heard heavy footsteps pounding behind you and you turned just in time to see him fuming with bloodlust like a predator. Jaw clenched, hands trembled with adrenaline.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT" he growled as he grabbed the man by his collar and slammed him against the car, "I'LL FUCKING TEAR YOU APART LIMB BY LIMB".

"STOP" you screamed, running to them.

But he didn't hear you, he was far too gone blinded by fury.

So you did the only thing you could, you shoved him hard and for the first time a human's touch made him stumble backwards. Your hand cracked across his face. A slap so sharp that it echoed in the empty street.

He slowly turned his head back to you, stunned, frozen.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" you said, voice trembling with rage, "That's my cousin, Sukuna. MY FUCKING COUSIN!". You shoved his chest, "You saw us at the florist because he's the FUCKING OWNER, I was there to pick flowers for your FUCKING BIRTHDAY, your favorite ones. And you? You treated me like trash, you didn't trust me".

Sukuna's breath hitched. For the first time in centuries, Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, felt small.

He looked at your cousin who was staring daggers at him, then looked back at you. The rage, anger all drained and now he's drowning in regret.

You grabbed your other bag and gave it to your cousin but Sukuna stepped toward you, "YN" he said his voice broken.

You only glared at him, he was desperately looking into your eyes searching for some softness, some love despite it all but all what he can see and sense was pure rage.

"I was wrong" he said softly, "I was wrong YN, I should've listened —I should've trusted you. I–fuck–I can't...," his voice cracked as he gripped the hem of your sweater. He squeezed his eyes shut, hating himself. "Don't leave me"

You laughed bitterly, "Well I'm not your fucking puppet Sukuna, you tell me to lack my shit and leave and then you tell me to stay? —You don't get to order me around as if I was your plaything." you said pointing your index at him.

"I-I'm not"

But you rolled your eyes, and grabbed the car's door handle.

"Don't you fucking leave me YN... I'll burn this whole goddamn city to the ground if that's what it takes to keep you" he was desperate, begging.

You closed your eyes inhaling, "Go ahead burn it down—I'm leaving anyway"

"YN please—"

"You abused me physically and verbally, threw accusations to my face, you saw only one picture, jumped to a stupid conclusion and decided you could destroy me for it"

"I'm sorry YN.. I'm so fucking sorry for everything –"

"I need to step away from this, Sukuna. You're toxic"

"I'll change, I'll do everything to fix it, Just—don't go"

"I need time Sukuna, time for myself...to heal".

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

The house was too quiet, and Choso hated quiet, because it left room for thoughts, and his thoughts revolve around you, you and that guy he saw you with.

He walked into the house at night, mentally preparing himself to see you.

But it was silent and that's when his eyes landed on the small folded paper that rested on the table.

As he started reading, his heart dropped:

[Choso, you didn't give me a chance to explain everything today, but I had to, it hurts me when I'm misunderstood, so that's why I'm writing you this note. The man you saw is my cousin, we met at the florist by accident, he was there to pick flowers for his fiance, and I was there to pick out a bouquet for you, for your birthday. But you were too quick to doubt me, and that hurts more than anything else. By the time, you read this, I'll be gone. Don't look for me.].

The paper slipped from his hand and fluttered to the floor. Choso stood there, frozen, air knocked out of his lungs,

"Gone?"

He stumbled toward your room, his knees felt weak, praying, "please be here, please ..." .

But too late, when he opened the door, reality hit him like a truck. Empty. Your clothes, your shoes, perfumes, plushies..gone. Like you never existed.

Choso's knees gave out , he sank onto the floor, clutching his chest as it ached. The next few minutes was pure chaos, he grabbed his phone, dialing your number, over and over again. "Pick up, pick up please baby"

But every call went straight to voicemail. He left messages, dozens of them, But he couldn't wait for your call, he knows that you won't call him anyway.

He threw on his jacket and ran out the door, he'd search every street if he had to.

But deep down he knew, he knew you'd go to the only safe place left for you...Maki's.

He practically kicked the door open when he got there, he didn't care it was late at night. You were sat on the couch, and Maki was in the kitchen preparing your comfort snack.

Your eyes widened as he barged inside and instantly dropped to his knees in front of you, already sobbing.

"I'm sorry—I'm so fucking sorry" he couldn't even look at you, too ashamed, too guilty.

"Choso–"

"I didn't trust you. I didn't listen and that's on me. I hate myself for it" he leaned closer, his head rested on your lap, "You're everything to me, you mean the world to me"

Your throat tightened, your eyes stinging but you kept silent.

His head pressed more into your lap, as he spoke between breathless sobs, "Please don't leave me YN. Don't take yourself away from me. I'm begging you" He said desperately. "I'll never do it again, I'll never doubt you again. I'll spend the rest of my life proving it if I have to"

You bit back your sobs, "Choso we need time...we need time to really understand each other—I need time to think about it"

His head snapped up quickly, his eyes red and swollen from all the crying, "Forgive me my love, I love you YN, just stay please. I can't survive if you go"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

After what happy between you two, Toji couldn't stay at home. So he left, went to a bar to just drink his thoughts away.

You were home completely shattered, you had no choice but to call your cousin and informed him about everything, and that pissed your cousin off, so he went out to ask around, find Toji and confront him about the situation.

And that's when the door of the bar swung open, and he walked in. The pounding of your cousin's footsteps caught Toji's attention and when he looked behind and saw him, your cousin, AKA the guy from the photo, his blood boiled instantly.

Toji was on his feet before the man could even speak.

In two strides Toji grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, "You got a death wish bastard? Touching what's mine" His voice was low, muscles flexing as he lifted the guy like he weighed nothing.

Your cousin didn't flinch, he was equally furious, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm her cousin, you ASSHOLE".

Toji froze, his grip loosened as your cousin shoved him off. "Her cousin" your cousin repeated, "She was picking out a bouquet for your birthday and asked for my help, you ungrateful piece of shit".

The bar went dead silent. Toji just stood there, his rage replaced by heavy guilt. His fists dropped to his sides, fingers twitching. Now all what he can see was your scared and broken, sad face when he accused you of something so nasty; cheating.

Without a word, Toji turned on his heels and bolted out of the bar. "Fuck...fuck....fuck" he muttered to himself as he ran back to the house.

Only for his stomach to drop when he saw you standing by the door with your suitcase, putting on your jacket. Ready to walk out not only from the house, but from his life.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked panicking.

You didn't even look at him as you zipped your jacket, "What does it look like ?"

Toji's throat tightened, he stepped forward grabbing the suitcase and shoved it inside the house, "No..no no you're not leaving" he said voice laced with fear.

You glared at him,"You can't stop me Toji, not after accusing me, not after all the things you said to me"

For the first time, Toji looked broken. He ran a hand down his face, exhaling shakily, as he stepped closer to you, "I fucked up".

You laughed, "Oh yeah?"

"I'm sorry—I lost it..I–I thought...I thought you were leaving me for him, I thought I wasn't enough, I didn't know he was your cousin and I couldn't control—I" his voice cracked.

And that's when you lost it, this time, your eyes landed on the lamp in the living room, without hesitation, you grabbed it and threw it across the room, everything else, decorations, vases, books, smashed all of them against the wall.

Toji flinched but said nothing, he knew he deserved it.

"Do you see it now? Do you feel what's like to be treated like shit?" your voice was sharp trembling with anger, every word cut through him like a blade.

He looked down kn shame, "I know–I...I know I messed up"

"NO YOU DON'T GET TO SA ANYTHING TOJI! YOU ACCUSED ME OF SOMETHING THAT IS AGAINST EVERYTHING I BELIEVE IN—shutting me off without hearing me out" you took a deep breath, "Now, I'm the one leaving. You should be lucky I'm even talking to you right now!"

He remained silent, giving you the chance to let it all out, not daring to interrupt you.

"I—I need a break. A very long one.I didn't know that side of you, I didn't even recognize you. I need to figure out if I can handle it, if I can ever trust you again".

His eyes widened, swallowed by guilt, his eyes started watering, "I... understand.. But please, I swear I'll prove I can change, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll apologize to your cousin, to your whole family. I'll do anything, I don't want to lose you"

You gave him a long look, "Right now, I need to protect myself. I need time alone, Toji"

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Nanami was drowning himself in paperwork, busying himself with work.

His tie was loosened, top button of his shirt undone.

Then his phone rang. Unknown number was calling, he almost ignored it, but finally he decided to pickup.

"Nanami-san!"

"Who's this?"

"I'm the man you saw YN with"

Namami's eyes widened, fists clenching, "And you dare call m–"

"I'm her cousin" the man interrupted not wasting any second to clarify the whole situation. "I own the the flower shop, YN asked me to help her pick flowers that match the theme of your birthday party"

Nanami gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white. "You're her cousin?"

"Yes. I even told her I'd help with the cake too, she was too stressed out trying to make everything perfect for the party. She just wanted to surprise you" he said politely.

Nanami's breath hitched, "Thank you for telling me" he said and hung up the phone.

He tore his jacket from the chair and sprinted out of the office.

By the time he reached there, his stomach dropped, the sight through the half-open bedroom door shattered him; you kneeling down by your suitcase, folding clothes .

For a moment he stood there, silent. Guilt eating him alive.

Then his voice broke the silence, "YN!".

You froze, your grip tightened on the sweater in your hands, but you didn't look at him.

"Please don't leave" his footsteps heavy as he walked in, his face raw with panic.

Your laugh was broken, "Don't leave? Why should I stay if I'm unfaithful?"

Nanami's heart twisted, he crouched down slowly, "I know I was wrong, I was wrong for accusing you and refusing to listen. Your cousin called me and told me everything, the flowers, the party, you were doing it all for me"

Finally you looked at him eyes sharp despite the tears, "And you did what? doubt me, in the worst way possible".

For a man who prided himself, in that moment, Nanami looked completely undone.

His large hands cupped yours, "I have no excuse" he admitted, "I let my fear speak louder than my love for you. And for that I'll regret it for the rest of my life if you walk out that door".

Your lips trembled but you stayed silent. " I love you more Than I can ever say, please YN give me a chance to prove that I'll never doubt you again, so stay...please" he said desperately, a tear rolling down his cheek.

And that was the first time you see him crying.

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

Yuuji had been sulking at Megumi's place.

He needed time. He felt sick replaying the messages in his mind.

Nobara and Maki were there as well, as much as Megumi wants peace and quiet, his house turned into a hangout spot.

And that's when he heard them, "Honestly, YN's cousin is kinda cute" chuckled Nobara, "I can't believe she didn't tell us about him"

"Oh that one who owns a bakery?" Maki asked.

"Yes yes that one, they've been texting, she said she might invite him to Itadori's birthday, and guess what! she'll introduce you me to him" she giggled.

"isn't he older than you?" said Maki rolling her eyes.

"Come on he can wait for me, god forbid a girl has a crush on an older man" laughed Nobara.

Yuuji froze, every muscle in him tensed up, 'texting? cousin?'. His heart was pounding as he left the room, bolted towards them.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

Nobara and Maki blinked in confusion as they stared at him.

"Please tell...me what you were talking about...her cousin? please Kugisaki"

Nobara frowned, sensing his panic, "Why should I?"

"Because I screwed up....I I accused her of cheating—because of some messages"

The girls' faces twisted in shock, "WAIT—you WHAT?" said Nobara.

Maki crossed her arms, glaring, "You absolute idiot".

Nobara slapped his arm, "She's been texting her cousin because he owns a bakery, Yuuji! She wanted him to help her pick a design for your birthday cake, YOUR BIRTHDAY" .

He felt as if the world shattered beneath his feet. His heart stopped, blood drained from his face,

"Oh ...my god " he whispered stumbling backwards, "What have I done?"

Without thinking, he ran, full speed, barely breathing. He slammed the door open, his chest tightened when he saw you packing.

Suitcase on the bed, open, your favorite books and mangas stacked in a neat pile, perfume bottles in a pouch, everything you cared about, the pieces of you that he loved, being tucked away, as if you were erasing yourself from his life.

"N-no...no..no..no princess—please please don't leave me please" his voice broke as he rushed to you.

You didn't even look at him, your hands shaking as you zipped your bag.

"YN" he fell on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands, his eyes eyes flooding with tears, "I'm sorry, God... I'm so sorry, I didn't listen, I was so stupid, so childish...please forgive me"

You yanked your hands back, "You didn't trust me Yuuji. Do you know how much that killed me?".

His lips trembled, "I didn't mean it,, I swear I just saw the messages and let jealous eat me alive, but now I know everything, your cousin, the cake.... for my birthday, you were planning something so sweet and I–I..." his voice shook.

"You ruined it" you looked down at him as tears spilled on your cheeks.

"I know..I know princess. I don't deserve your forgiveness right now. But give me a chance to fix it, to make me worthy of it. I'll do everything... anything to earn your trust back, but don't leave me YN. I can't breathe without you" he sobbed harder, his forehead pressed against your hands.

And for the first time, the boy who always smiled through it all, broke completely.

ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ♡⁠˖

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[ronilynnkim]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

Hi guys, I hope you enjoy these headcanons.

Characters: Gojo Satoru| Geto Suguru| Megumi Fushiguro| Ryomen Sukuna| Nanami Kento| Choso Kamo| Itadori Yuuji

Should I write part two for this? 🤔

Pt.2 here.

Angst 💔

‎𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

‎‎He’s loud. He’s dramatic about it. And when he’s angry, he makes sure everyone around knows.

It happened at a quiet café, You, Satoru, Megumi, and Yuuji are seated at a table, waiting for Nobara to join.

Laughter filling the air until Satoru’s phone lit up.

A photo of you, standing at the florist. A man’s arm hooked around yours as you laughed together.

One of the women that has a crush on Satoru sent it to him, she took the picture when she saw you.

His chest tightened. The smile on his lips dropped.

He cleared his throat, setting his phone down slowly.

"So… sweetheart" his voice dripped with mockery, "did you have the best time of your life yesterday….. with him?"

You blinked, confused. "Huh?"

His head tilted, "Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I freaking saw you hugging him. Didn’t you say you were spending the day with Nobara yesterday?"

His tone got louder, drawing curious stares from nearby tables.

Megumi and Yuuji exchanged startled looks, completely lost.

You froze as realization dawned "Gojo, wait—it’s not like that—"

He laughed bitterly shaking his head.

"…Save it. I’ve seen enough. Don’t even try to explain"

You reached for him, voice trembling,

"Satoru, plea—".

His fist slammed against the table so hard the plates rattled.

Every head in the café turned toward you. His voice dropped,

"I said don’t. We’re. Done" he said through gritted teeth.

Humiliation crashed over you like a wave. Every stranger’s eyes felt like knives.

Before the tears can fall, you grabbed your bag and left.

‎𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

‎‎Geto doesn’t scream. He doesn’t throw accusations in a frenzy.

His rage is quiet, cold and that’s what makes it so much worse.

When you approached him with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him, he stepped back.

His eyes were unreadable, voice low and cold, "You really played me for a fool, didn’t you?"

You froze, "What? What do you mean—"

His fist crasheed into the wall beside your head, the sound sharp enough to make you flinch.

Your heart raced as his dark eyes bore into yours.

"I saw you with him"

Your breath caught realizing what he meant, "Suguru, wait I can expl—"

He let out a humorless scoff, the corner of his lip curling.

"Don’t you dare lie to me"

His voice was calm, but it dripped with venom as he raised a finger to point directly at you, threatening.

"Suguru, I swear—it’s not what it looks like—"

He laughed, "Yeah, right. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, picking out flowers at the florist—" he paused, his glare slicing through you before spitting out the last word "Disgusting"

At this point you were at loss of words after he called you disgusting.

You just stood there, shaking, watching as he turned his back and walked away without looking at you once.

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

‎‎He stood there, silent. Calm. Too calm.

His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, but his voice was steady.‎

"Tell me it’s not true"

You blinked at him, genuinely confused. "What…? Megumi, what are you talking about?"

Your confusion only made his chest ache, and his jaw tighten.

To him, it wasn’t confusion. It was hesitation.

He let out a  broken laugh "That’s all I needed to know"

Panic shot through you, "Wait—what? Megumi—"

But his voice cut through yours like a blade, "Don’t. I read the message. So don’t lie, don’t deny… and don’t make me hate you more than already do right now"

You froze, your heart stopping at the sound of that word,

"H-hate me…?" you whispered.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. He just walked past you, cold and silent.

‎

‎𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

‎‎The second Sukuna saw that picture, your smile, another man’s arm around you, something inside him snapped.

His rage is equal to opening a gateway to hell.

He does not forgive betrayal. Not from anyone. Especially not you.

When you walked in, the air itself felt heavier, even the room felt suffocating.

His face was twisted into something monstrous, demonic, eyes glowing with barely restrained bloodlust.

Before you could speak, he was on you, towering, his clawed hand seizing your jaw harshly that it ached you.

He forced your face up to his, crimson eyes burning into yours.

"You dare betray me, Y/N?"

Your voice trembled, "S-Suk-una—" You barely got the words out before his fist slammed into the wall making it crack.

His face inches from yours, his breath hot against you,

"Don’t you fucking lie to me, bitch"

Tears welled in your eyes, your chest heaving with panic.

But that only made him angrier.

His grip vanished as suddenly as it came, shoving your face away with such force that you stumbled to the ground, knees hitting the floor hard.

He stared down at you like you were something rotten. His voice was a low growl,

"Pathetic. I should rip you apart right here"

You flinched as he stepped back, glaring at you one last time,

"Pack your shit… and pray I never fucking see you again"

Then he turned and walked away, leaving you trembling because of fear and heartbreak.

‎𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

‎‎When Choso saw you at the florist, laughing, another man’s hand lightly on your arm, after you’d told him you were spending the day with the girls… his stomach dropped.

His heart? Shattered into pieces like glass.

He felt nauseous, like the world tilted beneath his feet.

He didn’t storm off in rage. No, he went home and waited.

Hours passed. Every second ate away at him until he was drowning in thoughts he didn’t want to have.

When you finally walked through the door, he was sitting there, silent, trembling hands curled in his lap.

His voice cracked when he finally spoke, "Tell me it isn’t real, Y/N…."

You froze, "What? Choso, what are you talking about?"

He lifted his head, tears shining in his eyes, his lips trembling,

"You lied to me. I saw you. I saw everything"

Your heart lurched,

"Oh shit" you muttered under your breath without thinking, but he caught it and he misunderstood it as well.

"Do you… do you even know what loyalty means to me?" His voice broke, "I— I loved you YN" he swallowed hard.

You stepped forward in panic, "Choso, please, baby, let me exp—".

"Stop" His tone was quiet but final. He stood, wiping his cheeks roughly with his sleeve, "Just… stop. I trusted you more than anyone else".

You reached for him, desperate, but he pulled away like your touch burned.

His voice was low, defeated, "I can’t even look at you right now"

He walked past you without a glance back, leaving you standing in the crushing silence of what just broke.

‎

‎𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

‎‎When Toji’s angry, the walls feel like they’re closing in.

His rage is furious, violent,.not towards you but towards everything else in the room.

The door slammed open so hard, making you jolt upright.

He stormed in like a hurricane, chest heaving, jaw clenched so tight you swear it might crack,

"Who the fuck is this?!" he asked, shoving his phone in your face.

A photo of you laughing with another man, his arm slung around you at the florist.

"Your new boyfriend, huh?" he added.

Your blood ran cold, "Toji, that’s not—"

"What? Not you?" His tone dripped with venom, his dark eyes locked on yours like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You really thought I wouldn’t find out? I have eyes everywhere, Y/N"

You stammer, trying to explain, but his laugh is sharp and bitter, didn't give you a chance to say a word.

Without warning, he snatched the nightstand lamp and threw it across the room. It shatters against the wall into tiny pieces.

"Don’t even try to play innocent." His voice is a low growl now, as he stepped closer, slowly.

You can feel the rage radiating off him like fire.

He leaned in, his whisper sending shivers down your spine,

"You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in that bastard’s head"

Tears blurred your vision, "Toji—"

His nostrils flared as he glared down at you,

"Get the hell out of my sight before I do something I regret"

The weight of his fury is suffocating as you stumbled backz your heart heavy.

‎

‎𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

‎‎Nanami doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t break things.

But everything about him, his tone, his posture, the way his eyes won’t soften, screams disappointment.

A kind of disappointment that crushed you more than rage ever could.

His voice was low, almost trembling with controlled anger as he looked at you like a stranger.

Like he never loved you before.

"I expected better from you"

Your brows knitted together, "What?"

He exhaled slowly, loosening his tie with deliberate movements, as if trying to keep his composure

"I saw everything. I saw you with him"

Your stomach dropped, "Kento, no—"

"Don’t." The single word left his mouth sharply.

You stepped forward, desperation bleeding into your voice, "Please, listen to me—"

But he only shook his head, gently removing your hands off his arms as if he was disgusted from you.

His voice stayed calm, yet it cut deeper than any scream.

"Don’t make this harder than it already is. I can’t unsee it"

Grabbing his coat and keys, he moved toward the door without glancing back.

"You were everything to me… and now? Now I don’t even know who you are"

"Ken—" Your voice cracks, but the sound of the door closing cut you off.

It was useless to try and explain.

‎

‎𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

‎‎His eyes were bloodshot, cheeks stained with tears—he had been crying long before deciding to confront you.

When you saw him standing there, broken, your heart dropped,

"Yuuji?" you ask softly, yet panicking inside.

His lips trembled as he stared at you, voice cracking when he finally spoke,

"Why? Why would you do this to me, Y/N?"

You blinked in shock, "Do what?"

His expression twisted, hurt flashing in his eyes,

"Cheat on me! Seeing another guy? Was I not enough for you?!"

You open your mouth to speak, but he shook his head violently, tears spilling as his voice rose,

"Don’t lie to me, Y/N! I saw the messages—I saw it all! ‘I miss you. Let’s meet there. I’m excited.’ How can you even dare justify that?!"

You reached out to touch him, but he jerked away as if your touch burns.‎

His fists clenched, voice breaking completely,

"I thought you were different. I thought you were mine…"

Your breath hitched, "Yuuji, please, don’t do this—"

But he cuts you off with a sob so raw it shattered your heart,

"No, Y/N… I was stupid for believing in us".

‎

[ronilynnkim]

bestfriend! satoru deflowering not very innocent reader

you and satoru, your best friend since forever, have danced around this for months — teasing glances, lingering touches, the unspoken heat that’s been building.

tonight, it snaps.

he’s sprawled on your bed, shirtless, his hair a mess, blue eyes wide with a mix of nerves and hunger as you straddle him, your confidence throwing him off.

he always thought you were innocent, pure — his sweet, untouched best friend.

but the way you move, the way you’re looking at him now, all heat and intent, has him questioning everything.

“h..ha, fuck.. you sure ‘bout this?” satoru breathes out, voice cracking, his hands hovering over your hips as you position yourself on top of him, your bare thighs brushing his sweats, cock already straining, hard and thick against the fabric.

he’s shocked, his usual cocky grin faltering, those piercing ue eyes flickering with uncertainty, you’re a virgin — he knows you are — but you’re moving like you’ve done this a hundred times, your hands steady as you tug his sweats down, freeing his length, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing.

“satoru....” you murmur, voice low, as you grip his cock, stroking slow, watching his jaw clench, his breath hitch.

“thought you’d be the one leading.” your confidence is a fucking shockwave — he’s used to being in control, the gojo you knew, you’ve got him unraveling with a single touch.

“o-oh fuck—” he starts, but his words die as you guide his tip to your entrance, slick and ready, your cunt already dripping from the tension.

you sink down, slow at first, the stretch burning, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your virginity gives way, his cock filling you.

it hurts, but you don’t stop, your hips rolling with a natural rhythm that has his eyes widening, his hands gripping your thighs like a lifeline.

“shit—shit” he groans, head tipping back, his adam’s apple bobbing as you ride him, smooth and confident, your walls gripping him tight, too fucking good for a virgin.

“how’re you—fuck, how’re you this good?” his voice is ragged, his usual swagger gone, lost in the heat of you, the way you move like you’ve been fucking him for years.

he’s losing focus, his hands slipping, breaths coming fast, shallow, cock twitching inside you as you set the pace, your nails digging into his chest.

“satoru..” you moan, voice breaking, but your hips don’t falter, grinding down, taking him deeper, the pain melting into pleasure as you adjust.

“feels—fuck, feels so good.” your confidence shocks him, your moans loud, uninhibited, and he’s reeling, his eyes glassy, his control slipping with every roll of your hips.

“goddamn it,” he mutters, his hands finally moving, gripping your ass hard, trying to regain control. “you’re supposed to be innocent, baby—what the fuck?” he’s half-laughing, half-growling, but there’s no humor in it — just raw, desperate need.

he flips you in one fluid motion, pinning you beneath him, your back hitting the sheets, his cock still buried deep. “my turn.” he snarls, taking charge, his impatience kicking in.

he thrusts hard, the bed creaking as he drives into you, his cock dragging against your walls, raw and searing, your moan is a scream, your hands clawing at his shoulders, the sudden shift overwhelming that you can't keep up.

“satoru—fuck!” you cry, tears pricking your eyes, your body trembling under his brutal pace, the stretch still new, still intense.

“that’s it..” he groans, his hand gripping your thigh, hitching it over his hip, opening you wider. “fuckin’ scream for me, baby.” his thrusts are punishing, each one deeper, harder, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

he leans down, lips brushing your ear, his voice rough, commanding. “thought you were all pure and shy, huh? ridin’ me like a fuckin’ pro.”

“satoru—too much!” you whimper, tears spilling, but your hips buck up, chasing him, your cunt clenching tight, betraying your words.

he’s in control, his blue eyes blazing with a mix of shock and hunger, his usual cocky smirk creeping back as he watches you unravel.

“too much?” he taunts, his hand sliding down, thumb circling your clit, rough and fast, pushing you toward the edge. “nah, you’re takin’ it so good, virgin or not.” his thrusts don’t slow, each one a claim, his cock pulsing inside you, the heat of him overwhelming.

“fuck—satoru!” you scream, your orgasm crashing through you, your walls milking him, your body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your cheeks.

he groans, low and primal, his own release hitting, spilling hot and thick inside you, his thrusts slowing but still deep, riding out the high.

he collapses over you, panting, his weight grounding, his breath hot against your neck. “fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, voice rough, a hint of his usual laugh creeping back. “a virgin, huh? coulda fooled me, baby.”

you catch your breath, legs shaky, a weak smile forming. “surprised you, didn’t i?” he pulls back, smirking, his blue eyes glinting. “yeah, but don’t get cocky. i’m runnin’ this show now.” he leans down, kissing you hard, a promise of more to come. “ready for round two?”

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10 FACTS ABOUT SATAN

(Satan's birthday celebration post 🥳)

Zodiac: Cancer. Birthday: July 14.

Favorite food (drink to be more precise): wine with poison from a poisonous snake.

He likes both beating and being beaten. But the latter is only preserved for us, his beloved.

Satan knows the face and name of every devil in Gehenna. Some even had the privilege of being named by him when they were born.

The smartphone we are using to chat with other devils originally belonged to Satan. He has a lot of smartphones due to the nature of his job so he gave us one for usage.

He stole our first kiss and the first devil to fuck us.

Satan sleeps with open eyes.

At this moment, Satan is one of the only two devils to have made contracts with us (our own contracts, not Solomon's). He's also the first devil to have his contract with Solomon broken.

His archenemy in Heaven is Gabriel.

The backseat of his motorcycle is reserved for us.

Happy Birthday, our King of Wrath 🥳

I made effort to not mention his height in this post, in case you are wondering.

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hbd leona!

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gojo likes to try incorporating you into his workouts. ☆

when he had first suggested you join him in the home gym, you'd thought he meant to work out alongside him. and sure, keeping up with the strongest is a miracle you weren't planning on performing, but you had gotten dressed in some nice gym clothes to at least get into the mood.

just for him to have you naked within the first few minutes. laid out on your back while gojo holds a plank between your spread legs.

apparently to satoru, the best motivation to keep his plank going is the reward of your taste. for as long as he can hold himself up, he lets himself feast.

"i could have motivated you verbally," your back arches up off the mat as your boyfriend flattens his tongue against your clit. you resist the urge to reach down and pull his hair, lest you throw him off-balance and he denies himself your pussy until he can hold another plank.

"you are," the vibrations of his words against your heat does more to wreck you than they probably should. "keep those pretty moans up. i wanna hear you."

he latches around your clit and sucks, which forces you to oblige almost instantly. god, you want to drag him upstairs and into bed and ride him for all he's worth. "right there," you exhale. "you're doing so good, toru."

"call me strong," he moans.

"really?" you snort through your nose. "you don't hear that enough?"

"nope. do it."

"you're sooo strong, toru." you laugh. "strong and pretty."

satoru lowers his head to lick a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, the motion making your laughs turn to moans and his jaw slacken with...

did he just orgasm from that? god he's full of himself.

"you done?" you lift your head to look down at him. he's resting his flushed face against your parted thigh, but manages to shake his head nonetheless.

"not until you are," and he's latching back on, working you to orgasm with only his mouth: no hands to play with your pretty folds, no strong arms to hold you down and lessen your writhing... you want to hate how good he is at this, but you're so fucking close to the edge.

a part of you wants to force it down, try and prolong this pleasure as long as you can. both to feel the glory of his tongue a while longer and also to fuck with him, keep him in this plank for as long as you can.

but you couldn't stop this even if you did try. soon enough, you're squeezing your eyes shut and letting satoru hear his name fall from your lips as you cum. it's the best orgasm you've had in a while, which is saying something considering he gives you multiple a day.

and finally, once your legs have stopped shaking, he lowers himself out of his plank and sits on his heels in front of you.

"what the fuck," you look him over. "why don't you look tired?"

stupid question, maybe. all he gives you in return is a grin and a gentle smack to your sensitive pussy. you're sure you look like the one who's been putting all the work in: he hasn't even broken a fucking sweat.

"you need a break?" he asks, tilting his head like a cocky dog. "or you think you can ride me while i do my hip thrusts?"

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a/n: not proofread just horny thoughts.

purely fictional, not meant to represent any real persons nor does this reflect any real persons actions/behavior

meanie!seonghwa who knows you’re shy when it comes to dirty talk but loves to force you to speak your mind anyway. he loves the way you bury your face in his chest, his neck, or into the pillow as you mumble out a weak ‘please, fuck me’. meanie!seonghwa who just teases the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, waiting until you give in. he’ll taunt you, ‘what is this? hm?’ meanie!seonghwa who is brutal in the way he drills into you, keeping you teetering on the edge but never giving you enough to finally cum. he’ll speak to you in a mockingly sweet tone, ‘what’s that, sweetheart? you can’t take it anymore? hm, but I’m not done playing with you yet.’ meanie!seonghwa who just can’t get enough of the way you shy away from him whenever he’s fucking you so deep you can’t help but let those pathetic cries tumble past your lips. it seriously messes with his head when you do that, and truly, you should know better because it only spurs him on to go harder, faster. meanie!seonghwa who isn’t even doing it for the sake of making you cum anymore—no, he’s doing it for his own personal amusement. he wants to see how far he can push you before those glossy eyes of yours start leaking tears and you finally break for him.

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next-door-neighbor bakugou who overhears how shitty your last date was, how badly that dude fucked you, like he didn't care about making you cum at all - - and then one day, he's with you in the elevator and you look so cute he thinks he might be having a heart attack the way his chest keeps squeezing, so he just goes - fuck it - and asks if you'll let him make you dinner.

and you say yes because he's a big gruff pro-hero and you've had a crush on him ever since you moved in.

and he cooks you a delicious meal, homey and spicy - before long, a variety of side dishes litter the table, small glasses of beer piling up as both of you get to know each other. and finally, bakugou pulls you into his lap, licking the skin below your ear, both palms full of the meat of your ass, smiling like he won the fucking lottery --

"you need a real man, don't you baby?" he says, nosing at your neck, kissing down the column of your throat as you wriggle in his lap, trying to get closer to the solid heat of him. "someone who'll take care of you before they fuck you stupid?"

he cups you in his hand, hissing out a breath. "fuckin' soaked already," and his lips crash to yours, messy and desperate, like he's afraid you'll walk out the door. "i'll cook you anything you want, get you wet and dumb on my dick every day. how 'bout that, baby?"

(he makes good on the promise)

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