Missreadsalot

Two professional grifters. One Netflix reality show. Five million dollars on the line. And a fake-dating backstory entirely plagiarized from Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!. You and Gojo Satoru have been best friends running cons together for nine years without catching feelings. But surviving The Soulmate Sprint requires military-grade resolve, gaslighting the entire world, and surviving a literal dead-lock target on your backs. The hardest challenge won't be convincing the public you're in love, it'll be accepting the fact that the con kinda stopped being a con somewhere along the way.

pairing: gojo x reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ (mdni!!), afab!reader, smut, fluff, crack treated seriously, best friends to lovers, fake dating, reality tv au, idiots in love, con artist!gojo and con artist!reader, questionable morals (affectionate), they are delusional, slow burn (derogatory), maid-sama references, unreliable narrator, mutual pining, sexual tension but it only being unresolved feelings?, jealousy and possessiveness, sex on camera, semi-public sex, weaponized kissing, they are absolutely shameless, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, it’s super cringe, happy ending

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word count: 17k+ (so far)

masterlist | crossposted on ao3!

fic taglist

Chapter 1 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ The Maid-sama! pitch?!

Chapter 2 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ First and Last (RIP)

Chapter 3 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 4 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 5 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 6 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 7 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 8 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 9 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

Chapter 10 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

"from being the invisible student to the 'crazy chick' was definitely not in your curriculum." A cat fight in the middle of a fraternity, a scholarship hanging by a thread and a research project with the only guy who shouldn't know that you're obsessed with him. Ryomen Sukuna is the fourth-year captain, the most arrogant and unfortunately attractive guy on the entire campus… and now it's your only chance to clear your name. The deal is simple: you approve the subject and he makes everyone forget the gossip about you. The problem? This is just the start

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

on ao3 too

❤︎ 𓄹 ꒱ best friend!sukuna and fem!reader's not so platonic relationship ⤷ ⋆ ꒰ cw ꒱ :: afab reader, use of y/n, miscommunication, guilt, smut, making out, happy ending, dry humping, childhood friends, college au, making up, reader and sukuna drink and do drugs | wc: 1.3k

best friend!sukuna whom you had known since elementary school. it started with him throwing wood chips at you on the playground, and after that it soon bloomed into something much, much more.

best friend!sukuna who was your first kiss. you went on and on to him while you were hanging out with him one day about how you're too nervous to have your first kiss. "what if i regret it?” "what if I don't like them anymore?” these were all concerns you were expressing to sukuna. after hearing you rant for a few minutes, he suddenly just said, "how about you kiss me?”

you looked at him like he was crazy, saying that he’s your friend and you could never be—and how it would be weird. but sukuna reasoned with you. he said that since you both are best friends, it wouldn’t be an issue. he also then said that it would be better to do it with someone you've known longer rather than some random guy you meet at college. to wrap up his speech, he ended it with “only if you want to, though.” he then stared at you intently, waiting for you to make your decision. you scooted forward, pawing at his shirt as your breath fanned against his lips. he whispers, "are you sure?” you say nothing and press your lips against his. after that day, you both subconsciously knew you couldn't just be friends anymore.

When two best friends who have lived together since after highschool find a pretty little omega, a stubborn one like you, they know they have to have her.

~Pt.1 ~Pt.2 ~Pt.3 ~Pt.4 ~Pt.5 ~Pt.6 ~Pt.7 ~Pt.8 ~Pt.9 ~Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~Pt.12 ~Pt.13 ~Pt.14 ~Pt.15

~Sneak peek~

"Hunt you down, eat you alive, just like animals"

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whiskey sour ~ 8k words - jason todd x reader

the space between - bruce wayne x clark kent x reader : ch one :

jjk:

campus culture ~ 18k words - ryomen sukuna x reader : ch one : ch two : ch three : ch four

more coming soon!

I am so glad you liked it! I was super nervous posting it as this universe is an entire new thing to me, I am nervous posting this too, but I hope you enjoy this second part! <3

Read the First part here!

Family (Omegaverse)(pt.2)

The integration into the pack was easier than you thought it would be, a lot easier than what it was with your last pack. You don't know if it's because everyone here is involved with the hero world, or if your last pack was actually that terrible to you, even from the beginning. After that initial conversation where you agreed to come with them, Midoriya and Uraraka were your 'designated' helpers to help you pack your small amount of things and bring you back to their home. They didn't comment on your situation or show any pity for you when they took a look around the hotel room, but you could tell they were more relaxed that you agreed to come back and start a new life with them.

Everyone was super nice as you started to meet them. With most of their pack being heroes, they were always coming and going, some working late-night shifts, others working early in the morning. You learned they all worked at the same agency, a joint partnership between the three alphas who ran it all, but everyone contributed in their own way. Yaoyorozu was a part of their research and development department, helping more with projects and research, rather than being in the spotlight. Tsuyu, whom you met when you first arrived and who had insisted on calling her Tsuyu, and Uraraka were Team Leads at the agency, managing their own group of sidekicks and able to have input on major operations. Shinso and Tokoyami, two other members you didn't meet until days after you moved in, were in charge of the night shift at the agency, not partners like the alphas, but oversaw the nighttime operations and were the most in-charge heroes to contact at night, other than the heads, at least. That's not including everyone else that you haven't had a chance to get to know and sit down with to learn more about them, or been told about yet.

Your room, a room Kaminari made sure that you knew the three alphas picked out together, was on the very top floor, on the same level as the three of them, and according to Yaoyorozu, was one of the biggest rooms with the nicest bathrooms and a private balcony. You immediately start to apologize, saying someone who has been around longer than you should have this nice of a space, but they laugh at you. Uraraka wipes a tear from her eye as she dries her laughing.

"I promise you no one is mad they don't have this room. No one wants to be with the three of them." You start to question why when loud music starts to blare from the other side of the building. Loud bass, steady beats, and then the sound of weights clinking and dropping on the floor starts. Yaoyorozu sighs while Denki chuckles.

"Looks like Ei and Kat started their workout." You don't have to ask further questions on why this room is vacant. Thankfully, though, most of the sound is muffled after you close the door, for you, you don't mind the noise, the invasion of their space into yours. It feels nice, feels like something that can eventually be a home, and it's a sign that here, the space is lived in, loved in, and communicated in- not a fortress to show who the best of the best is.

It doesn't take you long to find your rhythm in the pack's flow and settle into your role inside. You still worked, your independence was still important to you, no matter how many times Bakugo or Todoroki would tell you that you didn't have to work. When you were off, though, you found yourself inside the communal kitchen making food for everyone, even the ones that worked crazy hours, with a little note, 'make sure you fuel yourself:).' packing it in easy containers to warm up when they get home. Even with the cleaning service they pay for, you found spots the cleaners would miss, or you wouldn't like the way they did something, and you would be cleaning/fixing it yourself. On your off days, you would go to the grocery store, typically with someone, whether it would be a beta that one of the alphas sent with you or one of them themselves. You would scour the aisles with a list, picking up a bunch of things to make and prep to help everyone while they work. You were there for about a month and a half when Kirishima found you in the kitchen, working on making a new recipe that you saw earlier that week and wanted to try to make for everyone.

"You know you don't have to do this right? We just wanted you here, safe, not to become our chef and maid." You look up from the sauce you were making, a soft smile on your face.

"I know, I want to, though- I like taking care of everyone, it feels nice. It feels like home." Kirishima lets out a low growl and has to look away, his face heating up as he tries to calm himself down. He didn't know a simple sentence from you about taking care of him could get him going like that, but here he is; heart pounding, body heating up, and having the urge to sit you up on the counter. He coughs and stands.

"We-well, your cooking is amazing, and the kitchen looks amazing, thank you. Now I need to- uh- go do something." He stalks out of the kitchen, the door shutting behind him with a little more force than you thought necessary. You feel your cheeks warm as you continue cooking, making a note that you might need to watch what you say a little more carefully in the future.

The morning you woke up incredibly thirsty, a thirst that you have learned to recognize over the years, dread pooled in the bottom of your stomach. It was happening, your pre-heat was starting, which meant in a day or two you would have to go through your heat cycle, and you are in a new place, with new people, which means you have no idea what to expect. You smack your hand against your head as you think about where your room is compared to the alphas in this pack and how they really did a horrible job picking out your living space.

When you finally ventured out of your room to grab some water, you were relieved not to run into one of the three men who live on your floor, but instead Yaoyorozu, who was making a smoothie of some sort. You approached her and softly but steadily asked her a question you were hoping she would say yes to.

"Is there a separate place for me to go during my heat cycle?" Yaoyorozu looked at you, stopping the blender.

"Yeah, there is a floor a few levels down- wait, are you about to go into heat?" She says, immediately moving towards her phone. You grab her arm.

"Please, don't say anything- yes, I am, but for obvious reasons, I don't think being in my room is the best idea." She places a hand on your arm and gives you a soft smile.

"I'm just texting some of the betas. There is a floor that Shoto had designed for when Omegas are here, going through heat. There is only one way to access the floor, and some of them will help me get it prepped and ready for you. You have nothing to be afraid of here; you will be safe and taken care of." The anxiety in your stomach eased up with some of her words. You nodded your head.

"Okay, okay, yeah- if they would like to help, that would be nice."

Of course, the three men could sense it before they had to ask it later that day. It wasn't intentional, if anything you have been doing your best to avoid the three of them all day, but your urge to nest the area around you, to clean everything, fluff everything, and make sure everything was cozy for everyone was too great and when you found yourself in their gym, seeing Kirishima's energy bar wrappers everywhere, and the disinfectant cleaner running a little to low for your liking, you found yourself wiping everything down and throwing away a disgustingly number of wrappers that you found tucked in the weirdest places.

"-ckin' dampeners need to be recalibrated, if I get a kickback like that one more time I'm firin' everyone." You hear the approaching private gym doors. Your freeze. You were in here way longer than you thought.

"Don't be like that, man. They are trying their best-" Kirishima's voice cuts off as the door opens, and they take two steps in. It isn't the smell of the disinfectant, or the wrappers picked up that used to lie everywhere, it's you. Their heads snap to yours instantly, and your eyes widen as theirs darken. The tension is thick inside the room; you have no idea what is going on inside their heads, but you can take a few guesses. After a moment, Bakugo turns; it looks like it physically hurts him to stop looking at you.

"Fuck, hell, you doin' in here?" He snaps, he has his back to you, but even underneath his shirt, you can see the tension in his shoulders, the rigid posture he has set.

"I-I'm sorry, I just started cleaning, and then I saw the wrappers, and then I-" Kirishima has his fist clenched so tight as he cuts you off.

"It's fine, just uh, find one of the betas, okay? We will finish this." You don't argue, scurrying out past them, wincing as you realize you don't have any scent blockers on and got really close to them in your escape. The groan you hear from the doors is enough to make you quicken your pace to find someone that isn't an alpha in this forsaken skyscraper. The moment you see Sero, you are asking questions a million miles a minute about whether the floor is ready, can you go ahead and go down there, and if there is anything else you need to do. He calms you down and leads you to the private elevator to that floor, not bothering to ask what happened to make you so anxious to be locked on a floor for the next few days.

The two alphas just calmed themselves down. Working out every instinct, every feeling, every thought they had between sparring and weights when the intercom inside the gym did its intro ding, and then their private secretary, who they hired for the building, filtered through.

"Sirs, I have a visitor here, he is- persistent, wanting to talk to the alpha in charge." The two men look at each other before making their way to the elevators, Shoto coming out of his private office to meet them.

"Any idea who this is?" Shoto asks them calmly.

"No, I wasn't expecting anyone," Kirishima replies, looking over to Katsuki. He is already flexing his hands.

"Better have a good fuckin' reason for being here." Is all he says before the elevator doors open. The rest of the way down is in silence, their protective instinct over every single person in this building starting to flood through their bodies. At the lobby of the building, they see a man, flanked by two others. By the smell alone, the man standing in front is an alpha, but they don't recognize him from their city, or at least their district. The man is built, muscles defined under his simple t-shirt. He is composed and calm, but has a smile that looks a little sinister, a little condescending, that puts the three men on edge. When he glances at the three of them, a flicker of surprise passes through his eyes before he relaxes again, behind him the two behind him tense up, like they are expecting whatever is about to happen go south. Shoto, Eijiro, and Katsuki all stand in a line together, united, fronted. The man takes a step forward. His voice is calm and even.

all works in this series describe moments from different stages of your relationship with Sukuna. while they can generally be read in any order, the gamer mini-series works best when read sequentially.

content: modern au, sukuna x f!reader, husband!sukuna, gamer!sukuna, soft!sukuna, fluff, slice-of-life, crack, slow moments, married chaos, married stupidity, the whole friend group is here too

main masterlist ◦ ao3

𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗

⪼ skincare   Sukuna lets you drag him into your skincare routine ◦ fluff ⪼ your eating habits   fluff ⪼ you feel like picking a fight   chaos, relationship stupidity, petty argument, comfort

𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗

⪼ 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿!𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶-𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀   ⪼ part 1 ◦ Sukuna wants you in his space ◦ fluff   ⪼ part 2 ◦ Sukuna teaches you things ◦ fluff   ⪼ part 3 ◦ Sukuna shuts things down before you ever have to ask ◦ fluff   ⪼ part 4 ◦ Sukuna tries something new just to share it with you ◦ fluff   ⪼ part 5 ◦ Sukuna makes even chaos feel manageable ◦ fluff ⪼ 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶-𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀   ⪼ he fixates on a very important question for his wife     crack, fluff   ⪼ he decides to remind his wife exactly who she married     crack, fluff   ⪼ he becomes convinced something is wrong with his tattoos     crack   ⪼ he makes it very clear he's taken     crack, fluff ⪼ 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶-𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀   ⪼ especially when he's reading a book ◦ fluff   ⪼ more coming soon... ⪼ his favourite sound ◦ the alternative ending   muscles, flexing and giggles ◦ fluff ⪼ his favourite animal is his wife when she's drunk   crack, fluff ⪼ how one huge piece of furniture mysteriously appeared in your apartment   read gamer!Sukuna part 1 first ◦ crack, fluff ⪼ hear me out cake   crack, fluff ⪼ pretending to give Sukuna the silent treatment   crack, fluff ⪼ valentine's day   fluff, crack ⪼ Sukuna gets hit on while you're busy befriending a stray cat   fluff ⪼ you call Sukuna mid-ranked and it turns out he has softer setting just for you   gamer!Sukuna ft Gojo ◦ fluff, crack ⪼ you decide to fuck around and find out with Sukuna   smut ⪼ you want a cat, and Sukuna absolutely does not   fluff ⪼ you vs. self-checkout vs. Sukuna’s patience   crack, fluff ⪼ Sukuna’s mechanic intuition   fluff ⪼ bad day protocol   chaos, married stupidity, petty argument ⪼ you know Sukuna's in love when he can't hold back the tremble in his voice   fluff ⪼ tracing Sukuna's tattoos while he plays   gamer!Sukuna ◦ fluff ⪼ waking up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming   gamer!Sukuna ◦ fluff ⪼ calling Sukuna a good boy   fluff ⪼ dragging Sukuna into the photo booth   fluff ⪼ it's your anniversary and Sukuna doesn't really... like the way you're dressed?   not fluff, more like married stupidity ⪼ putting petrol in Sukuna's diesel jeep   crack ⪼ Sukuna doesn't handle waking up alone in the middle of the night very well   fluff ⪼ Kunaaaa, why aren't you holding my hand?   fluff

i’ll. heh. go first

1. top five movies?

brokeback mountain, my own private Idaho, dead poets society, the talented mr ripley, scream

2. one character that describes you?

todd anderson,,, 😢

3. favorite song at the moment?

in the aeroplane over the sea – neutral milk hotel

4. all time favorite album?

grace – jeff buckley

5. favorite fruit?

apples who could have guessed

6. favorite time of day?

morning!!!

Woah this is so long forgive me for cutting it off visually. Thx for tag @romeoscoffin !!! (They are super duper cool go give them a follow!)

1. Top 5 movies (in no particular order except for nr1)

Haikyuu: Dumpster Battle, Classmates, Chainsaw Man Reze Arc, Wicked (yeah I know, its not that good, I just love Ariana Grande as Glinda)

And, number 1, Beetlejuice. The one and only film in the franchise that never got a shitty ass sequel

2. One character that describes you

I need to make peace with the fact I am literally Kalim Al-Asim. He is me and I am him this is just how the world works

3. Fav song at the moment?

I have been listening to "Man without love" on repeat cuz I wanna make a LeoVil animatic to it

But I gotta go with "Just enough" by Luluyam. Its so FUCKING good

4. All time fav album?

Okay so my fav EP is Burnout by Luluyam, by a landslide. Every single song is a masterpiece

But album... hm.... Probably "Maybe Man" by AJR.

My love for songs like Turning out p III Interia and Maybe Man is just too strong

But also every other spot on my fav album list is occupied by all of AJR albums so haha

5. Fav fruit?

I like all of the fruits except for raw Apples

I think I have an oral allergy and it makes biting on an apple the worst thing I can possibly do ughhh

6. Fav time of day?

Sunset! Not because its pretty but because the stupid kids go home and I get to swing in peace ^^

Tags: @ooooxoxo-ooxo--o @lori-intestine @novalunarabem @vanillabean5645 @little-angelz @emiko-chan-the-clown

1. Top five movies

all dogs go to heaven, Aristocats, Top gun, any pokemon movie, the peanuts movie!!

2. One character that describes you

well I'd say this is a pretty hard thing to answer, but overall I'd say as cliché as it sounds given my character theme, Valerie!

3. fave song at the moment

runs in the family by amanda Palmer, Love sosa by Chief Keef , or super Bass by Nicki Minaj 

4. Fave all-time album

oh this is a real hard one honestly it's tied between, the drug in me is you by falling in reverse, B-Sides vol. 1 by MSI, how I learned to stop giving a shit and love Mindless Self Indulgence by MSI, and the black parade by My Chemical Romance!

5. favorite fruit

Cherries, Guava, pomegranates and watermelon are all tied as my favorites!!

6. fave time of day

6pm-10pm!! that's when the sun starts to set in the summer and when it really cools down!! and when I have the most free time

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First time participating in a tag game almost ever heh..

1. Top five movies

(I don't watch movies hahah..) Obsession, A(n Extremely) Goofy Movie, Obsession, various childhood Disney movies, Obsession..

2. One character that describes you?

Jeffery Class of 09 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

3. Favourite song at the moment?

Hmm probably I Deserve to Bleed (Soucy Sushi) or Cicada Days (Will Wood) (+ Will Wood as a whole)

4. All time favourite album?

BO BURNHAM'S INSIDE OH MY GOD I ♡ INSIDE SO MUCH

5. Favourite fruit?

Apples (..◜ᴗ◝..) specifically with chocolate

6. Favourite time of day?

4 AM specifically.

@yuris-landmine @xoxokisses-hugz-x3x @mast3r-detective (Feel free to ignore + strangers/followers feel free to answer (ᵕ—ᴗ—))

Top five movies ?

Cinderella , Bones and All , Die My Love , Isle of Dogs , most Wes Anderson films , The Sound of Music

One character that describes you ?

aha…. You’ll be shocked but…. Yuri….. another good one is Grace from Die My Love

Favorite song atm ?

ok this changes daily. I kid you not ok?? I have so many favorite songs please. Anyways today’s is Favorite Song by Sublime (ft. Skegss)

All time favorite album ?

AGAIN DONT ASK ME TO MAKE DEFINITE DECISIONS I CANT but anyways these past couple months, it’s been Will Woods Slouching Towards Branson.

Favorite fruit ?

Either watermelon (seeded. It has to be seeded.) or peaches. Grilled peachessmms 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Favorite time of day ?

2:38 pm.

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Top five movies?

♡ But I'm A Cheerleader, Obsession, Thirteen, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls (I'm basic & don't watch too many movies, ahah...)

One character that describes you?

♡ Doing two cuz I really can't decide... definitely P-Chan & Sayori!!!

Favorite song?

♡ Song *bye cruel world cypher* by a bunch of scenecore people is basically my spirit animal in a song. Makes me really energized, wanna be that in my next life >.<

All time favorite album?

♡ The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess (I'm a huge Chappell Roan fan!!!)

Favorite fruit?

♡ I actually HATE most fruit, whoopsies... bananas are good though!

Favorite time of day?

♡ Ehmm... depends! If I can stay up later (I've been falling asleep too early lately) like 2:00 am is prime. Usually though like 11:00 pm

Thank you @yuris-landmine for tagging me!!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

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But i'm a cheerleader, I saw the tv glow, bottoms, coraline, scream

2. one character that describes you?

Tori Spring (Solitaire/Heartstopper)

3. favorite song at the moment?

Bare Bones - Arranged in April

4. all time favorite album?

The Jaws Of Life - Pierce The Veil

5. favorite fruit? Strawberries!

6. favorite time of day? Twilight

Top movies:

Legally blonde, top gun (both of them), infinity castle, princess bride, and ALL of the Jurassic Park movies

A character that describes me:

Maomao (apothecary diaries)

My favorite song right now:

Heaven can wait Michael Jackson and XO by enhypen

Favorite album:

Epic: The Circe Saga

Favorite fruit:

I can’t choose between cherrys and raspberries

And last but not least favorite time of day:

Midnight

⭑˚🔮⭑ yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

00 — prologue 01 — budding friendship 02 — a sudden encounter 03 — set in motion 04 — fateful beginning 05 — anomaly 06 — what lies ahead 07 — moving in 08 — the last member 09 — teacher’s pet 10 — facing the future 11 — on the brink of death 12 — claimed 13 — in mourning 14 — entrusted with a secret 15 — long time no see 16 — memories erased 17 — rude intrusion 18 — someone dearly beloved 19 — a happy day 20 — seize the opportunity 21 — best friends 22 — everyone's favorite 23 — hand in hand 24 — foreboding 25 — cursed place

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Dark fiction, obsessive themes, toxic relationships, violence, manipulation, yandere behavior, dead dove themes, and morally wrong dynamics.

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Life already fucked me so bad— So I'm gonna...

fuck y'all as well ❤️‍🩹 [fuck me beforehand]

✧ STATUS ✧

♱ Kiwi oneshots — completed

♱ How to tame a yandere? — on hold

♱ Twisted oneshots — ongoing

✧ CHOOSE YOUR YANDERE ✧

«pick your poison.»

♱ GOJO

— twisted devotion, obsession, manipulation, possessive love

→ [gojo archive]

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♱ GETO

— psychological horror, corruption, religious obsession, tragedy

→ [geto archive]

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♱ TOJI

— rough affection, toxic possessiveness, degradation, obsession

→ [toji archive]

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♱ YUTA

— soft obsession, emotional dependency, hidden insanity

→ [yuta archive]

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♱ CHOSO

— worship, isolation, clinginess, desperate love

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summary: Reader is the campuses full time cutest plug and favorite mascot, no one knows who's under the mask until Sukuna "accidentally" punches her and both Ryomen who wants to be more than friends with benefits and Satoru who wants to be more than her customer buying coke he doesnt even want now know who's giving it their all under that furry costume.

The five foot tall fuzzy gray wolf mascot of Jujutsu University was shaking its hips directly in Ryomen Sukuna’s face.

It was the pre-game ritual. The cheer team was executing their stunts and the stadium bleachers were practically vibrating from the crowd's deafening screams.

Sukuna, the terrifying and heavily tattooed captain of the football team, was aggressively trying to listen to the coach’s final strategy adjustments over the noise. Instead, he had a plush wolf tail repeatedly brushing against his massive shoulder pads.

You, safely hidden inside the suffocating foam padding of the mascot suit, thought it was absolutely hilarious.

Nobody on campus knew who the mascot was; it was the best-kept secret at the university.

As the mascot, you were a menace who existed solely to roast the athletes. Outside the suit, your relationship with Sukuna was entirely different.

You were his highly reliable plug. Behind the closed doors of his athletic dorm room, you were the girl he kept completely to himself. It was a friends-with-benefits arrangement where the benefits went both ways. He was a loyal customer who always paid top dollar and you were his favorite late-night distraction.

An hour before kickoff, he had texted you: Make sure you're at Gojo's frat party tonight. I'll make sure the team wins, just bring the stash and be ready.

Yet here you were, playing a dangerous game of chicken in a giant foam wolf costume right on his gridiron.

"Get this damn furry away from me before I tear it apart," Sukuna growled, his jaw clenching hard as he shoved your foam shoulder away.

You didn't listen. Instead, you did a goofy wave, stepped right back into his personal space and executed a dramatic, mocking football hike right between his legs. The crowd roared with laughter.

Sukuna’s volatile patience snapped completely. He spun around and threw a hard punch straight at the wolf’s snout to clear his path.

Crack.

The stadium went dead silent for a fraction of a second. A collective, tense "Ooooooh..." rippled through the bleachers.

Inside the suit, your vision literally went black for half a second. The punch was devastatingly heavy. What really did the damage was the hard plastic interior of the mascot’s mesh eye socket, which slammed violently into your left cheekbone.

The force of it rattled your teeth. Tears pricked your eyes instantly and the sharp, metallic taste of copper flooded your mouth.

Holy shit, that hurt.

But you were a professional. If you collapsed or started crying on the turf, the trainers would pull the heavy mask off to check on you. Your identity would be exposed and your very lucrative side-hustle would go completely down the drain.

Stumbling back dramatically, you clutched your oversized foam head. You executed a theatrical, dizzy wobble before your body went completely stiff and you fell backward onto the ground.

The crowd erupted into renewed cheers and laughter, fully convinced it was all part of the act. Sukuna just scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he turned his back on you to head toward the huddle. "Stupid dog," he muttered.

The second the game officially started and the attention shifted entirely to the kickoff, you dragged your aching, heavy body off the sidelines. You stumbled straight into the empty, quiet varsity locker room.

Ripping the heavy wolf head off, you gasped for the cool air and collapsed onto the wooden bench. Tears finally spilled over your cheeks from the throbbing pain.

Crawling over to the mirror, you winced. Your left cheekbone was already swelling rapidly, a dark, angry purple bruise forming right under your eye.

Knowing you couldn't show up to the party looking like this, you decided to hide out in the locker room to figure out how to sneak back to your dorm, completely ignoring the frantic text tones buzzing in your pocket.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors opened. You stiffened, trying to shrink into the shadows, but a heavy hand clamped down directly onto your shoulder.

You spun around, freezing as you looked up into Sukuna’s dark eyes. The game had just ended and he was already out of his pads, wearing a tight black tee, looking down at you with a severe scowl.

"Where the hell were you during the second half?" he demanded, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always made your stomach do flips.

"I texted you before the game. I told you I'd win the game and I need my refill right now. Choso’s stuff is too damn heavy when I’m trying to recover from a game."

"I-I was sick," you stammered, taking a panicked step back. His grip on your shoulder tightened just enough to keep you pinned in place.

"Sick?" Sukuna scoffed, his sharp eyes scanning your face.

Then, his gaze locked directly onto your left cheek. Under the makeup, the distinct shape of the violent swelling was unmistakable. His eyes narrowed, the lazy irritation instantly vanishing, replaced by something dangerous.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Nothing! A trip!" you lied quickly, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Sukuna stepped closer, completely crowding your space. He reached out, his rough thumb brushing tentatively against your cheekbone right over the injury. You let out a sharp, involuntary hiss of pain, flinching away.

"Don't lie to me," Sukuna growled, a rage boiling in his chest. "Who hit you? Give me their name. I'll break their limbs."

"Seriously, Sukuna, it was an accident!" you said, your voice squeaking a little as you panicked. "I just... I was walking in the dark. I didn't see the... the door handle! The door handle just... it hit me! I mean, it punched me in the face!"

Sukuna stared at you. Your stuttering was pathetic and your excuse was even worse.

He stared intensely at the localized bruise on your cheekbone. It looked like the impact of a blunt object. Like a fist.

Suddenly, Sukuna’s mind flashed back to the pre-game warmup on the turf. He remembered hitting the mascot's face. He remembered the loud crack of the plastic eye socket.

The silence that stretched between you became suffocating. Slowly, Sukuna’s murderous rage melted away, replaced by an expression of profound shock.

A slow, wicked, deeply possessive smirk spread across his lips as the pieces clicked together.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Sukuna muttered, rolling his eyes as he dropped his hand from your face, shoving his fists into his pockets. "Seriously. How clumsy can you get?"

Before you could even process the sudden shift, he grabbed your wrist and started tugging you firmly down the hallway toward the inner athletic wing.

"Wait, Sukuna, where are we going?" you hissed, trying to pull away, but he completely ignored your resistance.

He pushed open the inner locker room doors. The distant sound of laughter and metal cleats echoing down the adjacent hall meant his teammates were already heading back from the field. Sukuna didn't seem to pay them any attention.

Your heart leaped into your throat as he pulled you past the rows of lockers and directly into the tiled communal shower area. He dragged you into the furthest stall, shielding you entirely with his massive frame as he crowded you against the cold tile wall.

"Sukuna, stop, we're going to get caught," you whispered frantically.

"Shut up," he growled, his mouth slamming down onto yours.

It was a bruising, intense kiss born of sheer pent-up frustration and a sudden rush of possessiveness. His large hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling your body completely flush against his hard chest.

You let out a soft sigh into his mouth, your hands automatically finding their way into his short, spiked pink hair as you kissed him back.

Outside the stall, the heavy locker room doors swung open, the loud, booming voices of the victorious football team filling the echoey space. Sukuna didn't care. He deepened the kiss, his thumb lightly brushing your jawline to hold you steady.

But as he shifted his weight to press you harder against the wall, his broad shoulder accidentally knocked against the metal shower handle behind him, wrenching it violently to the side.

A blast of cold water erupted from the showerhead directly above you, instantly drenching both of you from head to toe. Sukuna didn't even flinch.

He choked out a low laugh against your mouth, his lips moving down to rain hot, wet kisses along your jaw and the sensitive skin of your neck.

The heat building between you was suffocating despite the rushing water. You were completely breathless, trying to match his frantic pace as your clothes soaked through.

He lifted you a bit, his hands holding your thighs tight to keep you up. But the slippery tile floor and the rushing water worked against you. Your foot slipped.

You lost your balance.

You yelped loudly as you fell, your elbow striking the metal soap dispenser on the wall with a loud, resounding clang. The metallic noise echoed sharply through the entire shower room.

Outside, the rowdy chatter in the locker room stopped instantly. The sound of a girl's voice in the varsity football showers was an absolute dead giveaway.

"Yo, Ryomen? That you in there?" Gojo’s loud, unmistakable voice boomed from the locker area. "And who exactly do you have with you..."

Before Sukuna could react or block the view, Gojo Satoru rounded the corner and peeked right over the low stall divider.

Your wet hoodie had fallen back, exposing your face. Your soaked, panicked eyes were locked onto him, and the purple bruise on your cheekbone was fully visible under the streaming water.

Gojo froze instantly, his usual arrogant grin completely vanishing from his face as his electric blue eyes locked onto your injury.

The locker room went completely silent. Sensing the sudden drop in temperature, you scrambled up, pushed past Gojo and bolted out of the showers.

A chorus of murmurs erupted from the team as you ran past the lockers. Toji Fushiguro, leaning against the entryway with a towel slung over his shoulder, raised an eyebrow and called out, "Hey, baby, where ya going!" while a few other guys laughed.

You kept your head down, pulling your wet hood up to hide your face as you fled the building, completely mortified.

Back in the showers, Gojo stood entirely still, his hand still resting against the stall divider, looking absolutely furious.

Sukuna stepped out of the wet stall, calmly slicking his damp pink hair back from his forehead as he threw a smug smirk at the quarterback.

"You've got a lot of nerve barging in here, Satoru," Sukuna said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Gojo spun around, closing the distance in an instant until he was standing chest-to-chest with the captain. "Are you fucking kidding me right now, Ryomen? Did you punch her?"

Sukuna let out a dark, mocking laugh. "And what if I did? What's it to you, quarterback?"

Gojo growled, his patience completely fracturing. He fisted his hand into Sukuna’s collar and violently shoved him against the tiled wall.

"Alright, wrap it up, girls," Toji’s deep voice interrupted from the entryway, his tone bored but authoritative enough to break the hold.

Sukuna scoffed, ripping Gojo's hand off his collar, and walked out without another word. Gojo didn't say anything else either; he simply stormed out of the athletic wing, entirely blinded by a volatile mixture of protective fury and toxic jealousy.

He didn't text you. He didn't call. He marched straight across campus to the freshman dorm quad, the lobby falling dead silent as the star quarterback walked past the giggling groups of students and headed straight up the stairs to your room.

A heavy, aggressive knock rattled your dorm room door.

"Just a second!" you called out anxiously.

You had just taken a frantic shower to get the cold turf water off your skin. You were wearing nothing but a white towel clutched to your chest, and you had a soothing sheet mask pressed to your face to hide the swelling.

You unlocked the door and pulled it open just a fraction of an inch.

Gojo stood in the hallway. His white hair was damp from the night air, and his chest was heaving under his athletic shirt.

"Gojo? What are you doing here?" you stammered.

He didn't answer. He simply slammed his palm against the wood, forcing his way inside and shutting the door firmly behind him.

Before you could yell at him, his long fingers reached up and peeled the sheet mask straight off your face, exposing the dark purple bruise to the harsh light of the room.

Gojo’s breath hitched sharply. His electric blue eyes widened with a sudden, painful mixture of heartache and fury.

"Please," he pleaded, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. "Just tell me what's wrong. What happened to you? Did Ryomen actually do this?"

"Satoru, stop it, you need to leave right now!" you cried, clutching your towel tighter.

He didn't move an inch, completely ignoring your demands as his mind raced to put the puzzle together.

"Is this why you weren't at the game tonight? Is this why you stood me up at the afterparty? Did Sukuna hurt you before the game started? Is that why you were hiding in the locker room?"

"No! Sukuna didn't hurt me!" you yelled back, exasperated.

Gojo aggressively rubbed a hand through his white hair, walking back and forth in the tight space of your room. He was trying to solve a puzzle.

"Then where were you? I looked for you during the game. I always look for you in the crowd." He stopped walking dead in his tracks, turning his intense gaze back to you. "I've never once seen you in the student section at our home games. Why aren't you ever in the stands?"

You stopped moving entirely, your throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry. You stared at him, frozen.

If you told him the truth, he would realize you had the best seat in the stadium, right inside the giant fuzzy head of the university mascot he played alongside every week. Your mind scrambled frantically for a lie, but the room remained dead silent.

Gojo was operating on pure adrenaline, his protective instincts entirely overriding his sanity.

When it came to you, his brain simply didn't work right. He didn't care about logistics, he just saw his favorite girl looking small, wet and incredibly pretty in a white towel, bearing a bruise he desperately wanted to avenge.

"Were you... are you avoiding the games because of him?" Gojo asked, his voice suddenly dropping into a softer, vulnerable register. The anger was fading, replaced by an intense focus on you. "Are you guys... together?"

"No, Satoru, it’s not like that," you sighed, entirely too exhausted to keep yelling. "Sukuna and I... we just have an understanding. It’s business. Sometimes... more. But he didn’t give me this bruise maliciously, okay? I swear."

Gojo scanned your face, searching your eyes. He could tell you were being honest.

The realization that Sukuna hadn't intentionally hurt you brought a visible wave of relief to his face, though the simmering jealousy remained.

"So..." Gojo said, his voice dropping an octave as he took another slow, deliberate step into your personal space. "You're not his girlfriend."

"I'm nobody's girlfriend," you whispered.

The room suddenly felt entirely too small. Gojo was looming over you, smelling of rain and expensive men's soap.

Your eyes instinctively flicked down to his plush lips and Gojo didn't miss the reaction. A confident, predatory look returned to his blue eyes.

"Good," he murmured. He reached out, his long, pale fingers gently cupping your face, his thumb lightly stroking your jawline. "I've been waiting weeks to do this."

He leaned down and kissed you. It was slow, smooth and devastatingly sweet, completely different from Sukuna’s rough, bruising grip.

Gojo’s kiss was a gentle temptation and you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, your hands automatically rising to rest against his solid chest.

He groaned softly, his hand sliding to the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss, his other hand traveling down to spread flat against the small of your back.

The contrast of his warmth against your damp skin was intoxicating, and your fingers curled into his shirt as his lips trailed along your jawline.

"Gojo..." you breathed out, your head rolling back.

"Don't call me that," he murmured against your skin, pressing a warm kiss to your pulse point. "It's Satoru. Say it."

He pulled back just an inch, his blue eyes dark with desire as his thumb traced the curve of your lip, his mouth coming back down to consume yours with a hungrier intensity.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed aggressively against the wooden desk.

You tried to ignore it, but the persistent, rhythmic hum refused to stop. Gasping for air, you reluctantly pulled back from his mouth and reached over, snatching the device.

The bright screen illuminated your face with a terrifying caller ID: Sukuna.

A string of text messages popped up in rapid succession.

Sukuna: Open the side gate. I’m coming over. Sukuna: Don’t bother locking your door.

Your heart did a violent flip. Panic, cold and absolute, washed over you.

"Everything alright?" Gojo asked, his voice low and raspy as he tried to lean back into your space.

"I, I need to reply to this," you stammered, your thumbs flying across the screen.

You: Wait, no, don't come over. I just got out of the shower. I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep. Sukuna: I’m not coming over to fuck. I'm already in the courtyard.

"Oh my god," you gasped, shoving hard against Gojo's chest. "Satoru, you have to leave. Right now. You need to go out the window or something, please!"

"What? Why?" Gojo blinked, his face darkening instantly as his eyes caught the name on the screen. "Ryomen? Why the hell is he coming here?"

"I don't have time to explain, just get out!" you hissed, trying to push his massive frame toward the exit.

Before he could move, three heavy, authoritative knocks rattled your door frame, immediately followed by the aggressive jiggle of the doorknob.

"Satoru, the bathroom, go!" you panicked, grabbing his forearm and dragging him toward the connected stall.

Gojo looked furious, his jaw clenching tightly. "Are you serious? You're hiding me from him?"

But seeing the genuine terror in your eyes, he relented, stepping backward into the dark bathroom and leaving the door cracked just a fraction of an inch.

"I know you're in there, sweetheart," Sukuna’s muffled voice echoed from the hallway.

A sharp metallic click rang out. Sukuna didn't have the patience to wait; he used the spare key you had given him weeks ago, unlocked the door himself and pushed it open, stepping boldly into your room.

You stood in the center of the space, clutching your towel tightly around yourself as your heart hammered against your ribs.

Sukuna slammed the door shut behind him, looking thoroughly ticked off. His dark eyes scanned the room before locking onto your face, and the moment they did, his entire posture froze.

In the clinical light of your dorm, Sukuna finally saw the full extent of the dark purple bruise on your cheekbone.

He dropped his leather jacket to the floor, closing the distance between you in two long, heavy strides.

"Sukuna, wait..."

He didn't listen. His massive, tattooed hands came up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle as his wide palms cupped your jawline, his thumbs lightly framing the edges of the swelling without applying a single ounce of pressure.

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes swirling with a heavy mixture of guilt, shock and toxic possessiveness.

"Fuck," Sukuna muttered, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."

You blinked, completely bewildered. "What? Sukuna, what are you talking about?"

"Stop lying," Sukuna interrupted softly. He leaned in, pressing a slow, deep, incredibly commanding kiss to your lips before pulling back, his gaze intensely serious.

"I know you're the mascot. I lost my goddamn mind out there. I clocked that foam head because I was pissed at the plays. If I had known it was you inside that suit, I never would have touched you. I'm taking care of it, my temper, alright? I'll fix it, just don't listen to a word anyone else says."

Behind the bathroom door, Gojo’s world stopped spinning. The final pieces of the puzzle clicked together. Sukuna had hit the mascot, completely blind to the fact that his favorite girl was inside the suit.

Sukuna didn't wait for your response. He leaned back down, burying his face into the warm crook of your neck, his lips pressing heavy kisses against your skin as his hands pulled your towel-clad body firmly against his chest.

"Sukuna, stop," you whispered, trying to push against his muscular shoulders. "I'm tired. I just want to sleep."

"You're not tired," Sukuna murmured against your skin, his grip tightening. "Just let me look after you tonight, sweetheart."

"She said no, Ryomen."

The bathroom door flew open with explosive force. Gojo stepped out, his frame vibrating with pure, unadulterated jealousy and rage. His fists were white and his eyes blazed a terrifying blue.

Sukuna stopped kissing your neck instantly, but he didn't let go of you, keeping his arm clamped around your waist as he turned his head.

"What the fuck are you doing in her bathroom, Satoru?" Sukuna growled.

"I should ask you the same thing," Gojo shot back, taking an aggressive step forward. "Your pathetic temper is the exact reason she's sitting here with a bruised face."

Sukuna’s grip on your waist tightened, a brief flicker of defensive shock crossing his face before his possessive side took over entirely. He brought his hands back up to your face, trying to drown out Gojo’s presence.

"Hey, you believe me, right?" Sukuna muttered, his rough voice urgent. "I told you, I didn't know it was you. If I knew you were the one working the sidelines, I would never have laid a hand on you. I'll fix it, just don't listen to a word he says."

"Oh, great apology, Ryomen! Very comforting!" Gojo scoffed sarcastically, stepping right into your personal space and reaching out to touch your bare shoulder, trying to pull your attention away.

Gojo's voice softened, full of pleading comfort as he looked into your eyes. "You don't have to put up with his tantrums just because he's your biggest buyer. Everyone on this campus loves you. You're the favorite plug here, you don't need him. Let me take care of you. I'll buy out whatever stash you have right now if it means you don't have to deal with his chaotic bullshit."

You stood trapped between the two giant athletes, clutching your damp white towel tightly to your chest, your head spinning as they completely ran over each other trying to win you over.

"Shut up! Just... both of you, shut up!" you groaned, pressing the heels of your hands to your temples. "My head is pounding and I can't deal with this macho drama right now. I need some quiet."

The sharp edge in your voice cut through the thick tension instantly. Gojo, eager to prove he was the attentive choice, deflated immediately, his blue eyes filling with frantic concern.

"Wait, sweetheart, I’m sorry. Let me get you some ice."

"No, it's fine," you muttered, exhausted. "There's a bag of frozen peas in my mini-fridge. Just use that."

Gojo didn't need to be told twice. He rushed over to the small appliance, grabbing the frozen bag and quickly wrapping it in a clean paper towel from your desk.

While Gojo was occupied, Sukuna's dark eyes tracked your every movement. His fury hadn't vanished, but seeing you look so genuinely drained shifted something inside him. He didn't say a word as Gojo marched back over, gently guiding you by the elbow to sit down on the edge of your mattress.

Gojo sank onto his knees right in front of you, bringing himself down to your eye level. With an incredibly steady, careful hand, he raised the makeshift cold compress and gently pressed it against your marred cheekbone.

The freezing contrast against your flushed, heated skin made you let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Is that okay?" Gojo murmured, his voice dropping into a low, breathless register meant just for you. "Not too much pressure?"

You just nodded, too tired to speak.

Sukuna watched the display, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle violently ticked. He utterly refused to be left out, refused to let the quarterback play the sole caretaker when he was the one who had caused the bruise in the first place.

Stepping up to the other side of the bed, Sukuna sat down heavily beside you. The mattress dipped significantly under his massive weight.

Before you could even open your eyes, his large, heavily tattooed hands slid up to the base of your neck and spread flat across your shoulders.

You stiffened slightly, but Sukuna’s touch surprised you. His palms were radiating a thick, intoxicating warmth that immediately began to soothe your shivering, towel-clad body.

Slowly, deliberately, his long fingers began to dig into the tight muscles of your shoulders, kneading away the stress with a heavy, stubborn gentleness.

Gojo’s eyes snapped up, glaring daggers at the team captain over the ice pack. Sukuna didn't even bother looking back at him, his dark gaze locked entirely on the column of your throat as his thumbs stroked the nape of your neck, silently staking his claim.

Slowly, the shouting match completely died out. The petty arguments and athletic rivalries faded into the background, replaced entirely by the heavy, quiet sound of their breathing and the thick, suffocating heat filling the small dorm room.

Neither of them was willing to back down, but the violence had morphed into an intense, silent competition of touch.

Gojo’s gaze darkened as he watched Sukuna’s hands working over your shoulders. Refusing to lose ground, Gojo reached out with his free hand. His long, pale fingers slid down to your lap, gently enveloping your small hand and lifting it away from your towel.

You looked down, your breath hitching as Gojo brought your hand up to his plush lips. He didn't take his eyes off yours as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss directly against your knuckles. A sharp shiver shot straight down your spine.

Gojo’s lips parted slightly, tracing a path of soft, damp heat as he began trailing slow kisses down the length of your fingers. He turned your hand over, pressing a firm, heavy kiss into the center of your palm, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin of your wrist.

Sukuna’s hands stopped their rhythmic massaging for a fraction of a second, his grip tightening possessively on your shoulders as he watched Gojo's mouth move against your skin. A low, warning rumble vibrated deep in Sukuna's chest, but he didn't pull you away.

Instead, he leaned closer, his hot breath fanning against your unbruised ear as his lips brushed tentatively against the side of your neck, his touch turning hungrier, heavier.

Gojo ignored the captain’s growl, entirely focused on the intoxicating reaction he was pulling from you. His lips moved higher, dragging slow, devastatingly sweet kisses up your forearm, his fingers lingering tightly around your wrist as his mouth tracked all the way up to the soft skin of your inner elbow.

The heavy, suffocating silence in the room only magnified the intense, competitive heat building between the three of you. The petty arguments about football, play calls and who your favorite buyer was had completely evaporated, replaced by a much more dangerous, silent battle for dominance.

Gojo’s lips didn't stop their agonizingly slow journey. After lingering at your inner elbow, his mouth tracked higher, pressing warm, deliberate kisses against the soft skin of your upper arm.

His electric blue eyes never left yours, burning with a possessive intensity that made it clear he wasn't planning on letting Sukuna outdo him.

He moved with a heavy, stubborn gentleness, his long fingers anchoring your wrist in place while his lips finally reached the curve of your shoulder, his fingers brushing right against the edge of your white towel.

You let out a soft, shaky breath, your knees feeling entirely weak even while sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Sukuna’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes tracking Gojo’s mouth on your skin with an expression of pure, unadulterated envy. Refusing to let the quarterback take complete control, Sukuna’s massive hands shifted from your shoulders.

One large, tattooed palm slid down the center of your back, his fingers splaying wide against your spine to pull your body flush against his broad chest, while his other hand came up to cup your jawline, his thumb carefully avoiding your bruised cheekbone but tilting your face up toward him.

"Look at me, baby," Sukuna murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattled right through your chest.

When you looked up at him, his dark eyes were heavy with an intoxicating mix of guilt and possessiveness. He leaned down, his lips brushing tentatively against yours once, twice, before he completely consumed your mouth in a deep, slow, incredibly commanding kiss.

It wasn't the rough and demanding kiss he usually gave you after a late night drop off, it was heavy, thick with a quiet apology he refused to say out loud, his tongue sliding against yours to assert his claim.

Caught completely in the middle, you whimpered against Sukuna’s lips, your fingers tightening in the fabric of Gojo's damp athletic shirt as the quarterback's mouth simultaneously moved to the sensitive skin of your neck.

Gojo started to trail kisses down until his finger got dangerously close to ripping the towel off.

You pulled back from the kiss with a wet pop and gasped, looking at Gojo who was staring right back at you, giving you more than enough time to stop him and pull away but you didn't.

Gojo slowly tugged at the towel as if unwrapping a gift and the cold air of the room had your nipples hardening just like both of the guys and their bulge.

Gojo let out a shaky sigh as he gently cups your underbreast and he places a soft kiss on the nipple once before making out with it. Suckling and licking on the bud as if he expected milk to squirt out.

You whimpered softly "Mh~" your brows pinched togehter as Sukuna holds the side of your neck gently but firmly as he licks the shell of your ear and travels his other hand down your body.

TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE

Starting with me:

Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay

Bismuth bc bismuth the rock is really shiny and cool and my favourite element and also its atomic symbol is Bi, which i am

and creature bc im hjust a weird guy

When I tell you I have NO CLUE how I got this, I mean almost every time I open Tumblr I think "How did you even get that username?" and every time my answer is "uhhhh, fuck if I know." In conclusion, either, there is no lore, or there's some batshit crazy lore so insane it involves some kind of memory wipe.

Sorry I couldn't be more helpful, but that's all I got.

"Like an oleander

White, white leaves

Of an oleander

White like me"

Which has a double meaning because all parts of the oleander plant are toxic, so im calling myself poisonous as a way to be self-deprecating and imply that I shouldn't be around others. The other meaning is that, I am a ginger, and as a consequence of this, I am very, very pale. I've met literally one person who was as pale as me, so my username is also me making fun of myself for looking sickly pale my entire life.

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 2 here!

CW: NSFW. Masturbation. Watching porn.

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You were sprawled on your bed, laptop glowing in the dark dorm room, fingers lazily scrolling through video after video.

It was one of those nights—stress from exams, and a long day of pretending not to stare at that tall, white-haired nerd from your chemistry class who always claimed the front row. The one with the quiet voice who answered questions with effortless precision while wearing the same white oversized hoodie every class. 

The hoodie that somehow made his broad shoulders look even wider, the fabric hanging loose on his lean frame. You had spent far too many lectures tracing the strange structural formula printed across its back with your eyes, wondering what molecule it represented and why it suited him so perfectly.

The memory of him leaning over to borrow your notes earlier that day, offering that soft, shy smile, had lingered. Combined with the crushing stress of exams, it naturally led you to a late-night horniness that had you deep in the tags until one thumbnail catched your eye. A lean, pale torso filled the frame, a large hand wrapped around an absolutely obscene cock. The title was simple: “Needy boy whimpering.”

Below it, the description read: If you want more content, please consider subscribing. I’m a broke uni student 🙏🏻 Thank you!

You smiled faintly. It sounded so polite, almost shy, despite the filthy image attached to it. Without thinking twice, you clicked.

The video opened in a dimly lit room. The guy was already flushed, sitting on the edge of a messy bed with his long legs spread wide. His face remained carefully out of frame, but the camera angle gave a perfect, shameless view of his toned body. His abs were faintly defined, his skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. One large hand was slowly stroking his thick, veiny length, the head flushed dark and already leaking precum that caught the low light with every lazy pass of his fingers.

A soft, breathy whimper floated through your headphones as his thumb circled the tip.

“F-fuck… ahh—”

Your breath hitched. That voice. Sweet, boyish, and trembling with need. It sounded painfully familiar, the same voice you had heard muttering answers under his breath during lectures.

No. You were imagining it. You had to be. You were just that desperately horny.

Pushing the thought aside, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, fingers gliding over your already soaked folds. On screen, his long fingers tightened around his cock, stroking a little faster. Another broken whimper escaped him, higher this time, sending a sharp throb straight to your clit. You circled the sensitive bud in time with his rhythm, thighs trembling as heat pooled low in your belly.

You pushed two fingers inside yourself, curling them just right, eyes never leaving the screen. His breathing grew ragged. The wet, obscene sounds of his hand moving along his slick cock filled your ears, filthy and addictive.

The camera shifted slightly as he adjusted his position. Your gaze drifted for a moment over the background, taking in the cluttered desk, the scattered notebooks. And then—

Your fingers stilled.

Draped casually over the back of his chair, right in the corner of the frame, was a white oversized hoodie. And there, clearly visible even in the low lighting, was the distinctive structural formula printed across the back — the strange, intricate molecule you had stared at countless times during morning lectures.

It was him.

Satoru Gojo. 

The quiet, annoyingly hot chemistry nerd who always borrowed your notes with that shy boyish smile, and thanked you in that soft voice that now whimpered so prettily for the camera.

The realization crashed over you like lightning. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as your fingers resumed their frantic pace, pumping harder, your thumb pressing desperately against your swollen clit. On screen, a high-pitched, needy whimper spilled from his lips as his hips bucked into his fist.

“Mmnh—gonna cum… fuck, I’m so close—”

His voice cracked on the last word, just like it always did when he laughed nervously in class. You imagined him sitting there, stroking himself stupid, his pretty glasses perhaps fogged up from the heat of his own pleasure. The thought made your head spin.

Your thumb pressed hard on your clit, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably.

On screen, Satoru’s abs flexed, his thighs shaking. Thick ropes of cum shoot across his stomach and chest as he kept pumping through his orgasm, whimpering softly with each spurt.

You came hard at the same time, back arching off the bed, a broken cry leaving your lips as your pussy clenched around your fingers. The orgasm dragged on, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over you while you watched him pant, breathless and flushed, lazily smearing the mess over his skin.

When the video finally ended, you lay there in the dark, chest heaving, heart hammering against your ribs. The image of that white, oversized hoodie with the weird structural formula lingered behind your closed eyelids.

Tomorrow in class, when Satoru slid into his usual seat you weren’t sure you’d be able to look at him without getting wet all over again.

Or without wondering how much prettier those whimpers would sound in real life.

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