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No because this actually is insane… THIS IS INSANE!!!

૮꒰ ｡. ｡꒱ྀིა mdni. who wouldn't follow gojo to the ends of the earth? even when he's literally lost it?

You traded your soul for a spot by the strongest sorcerer's side.

Because back then, he was still just Satoru.

Still the boy who ruffled your hair and called you weak when you lost for the fourth time in a row sparring him. Still the object of your childish crush you just couldn't let go of.

He tried to tell you that you didn't need to follow him.

That he didn't need your help. Need you.

But you followed him anyway. Stood there and did nothing when he started spouting bullshit about being a god. Helped him set everything up, arranged meetings with rich assholes so that it wouldn't be his own family's funds he was spending.

Listened to him ramble about the higher ups, but even after he condemned them, after he returned to cull them, he still wasn't satisfied. Didn't think that the society of sorcery you'd both been raised in was cleansed enough.

It took you too long to realize that he just liked being worshipped.

Liked being lazy. Getting to sit around on a stage and spout nonsense while an audience eagerly agreed along with whatever he was spewing, able to act however he liked without anyone ever daring him to be different.

And you liked what little attention he gave you too much to leave.

Even when you were well aware what he did with the rich women who didn't mind spending their money on him if they got to share his bed.

You'd left him with another one tonight. Excused yourself from a meeting the second you saw a manicured hand drift up the inside of his thigh across from you.

The wind felt a little more bitter than usual as you walked out onto the roof of his little compound. Nipped at your nose until you were sure it was going to fall off. But it didn't.

And you stayed.

That was all you ever did. Held your breath and let your feet swing over the edge, wondering how far the fall would really feel.

If you'd ever be more than a splotch on Satoru's story after all.

Forever alone even in a fucking cult full of people.

Because no matter how many years you'd spent kneeling by him, hanging onto his every word, he still would have been able to do it all without you.

How were you any different from any other worshipper?

You felt him before you saw him.

The shift in the air, the energy creating a funny buzz. You sat up straight, glancing behind you in time to see Suguru's dragon getting close enough for him to hop off.

Satoru had to notice. To know he was here too. But he was probably too balls-deep in some sponsor's cunt to pay attention. Probably figured you'd take care of it for him.

It was a little funny. You had liked Suguru first, but he seemed so uninterested in you that it had just sorta fizzled out. Satoru had been there though, had sensed you were sad and dragged you out to get ice cream, dramatically leaning over to lick some the dripped off the cone onto your fingers.

You were pretty sure that was the moment your fate had been sealed.

Damned to be his fool for the rest of your life.

You hadn't seen Suguru since you left the campus. And irritatingly enough, he'd only managed to get more handsome, his frame wider, muscles packed onto him and his features all sharper, those piercing purple eyes swirling as they locked onto your face.

"Hi, pretty girl."

Your stupid heart fluttered - probably just at being paid a compliment for the first time in what felt like forever. His uniform had been traded for a loose sweater, his hair down for once, a hair band peeking out on his wrist.

You didn't say anything. Your stomach shifted, coiling in tight knots.

"I don't even get a hi?" He teased, as if you weren't meant to be enemies now.

"Do you want me to get him?" You asked, your voice tight as you wrapped your arms tight around yourself.

"I'm here for you," he shrugged casually, your chest constricting at the way his jaw clenched at just the mention of Satoru even when you hadn't said his name.

Was this it then? Your moment of reckoning had arrived?

Sure you hadn't killed anyone yourself, but your hands felt far from fucking clean. You had been labeled as a curse user the day you walked away.

You didn't care to put up a fight. You were too tired for that. But you would still prefer he do it somewhere else. Maybe take you out to the forest, or the beach, if he was feeling particularly gracious.

"If you're going to kill me-"

"I'm not going to kill you," Suguru interrupted, mouth curling down into a deep frown as he shook his head with...disappointment?

You didn't get it.

Why else would he be dispatched here then?

Your mouth opened, but you shut it again, unsure of what to say when he'd already caught you off guard. Reluctantly studying his face, familiar remorse rolling around inside you as you swallowed hard.

Seeing him here almost made you wish you had stayed back then.

But you had to wonder if you'd feel the same if you were the one a few floors down fucking Satoru.

"I'm here to take you home."

satoru was pervert, that was a well known fact by all. it took you half a week to learn this. the first time you caught him was when he purposefully grazed his hand against your ass as he walked past. and your suspicions were confirmed when you’d find your room door open ajar, his scent lingering. it didn’t take a genius to figure out he had snuck in. but for what, exactly?

“satoru!” you barged into his bedroom, furious and ready to scold him from entering in your room. it was a firm belief of yours to respect each others privacy, that including, don’t enter one another’s room without permission. just as the words were on the tip of your tongue, your face faltered at the sight of him. satoru was on his bed with your now ruined panties fisted in his hand as he jerked off.

your favorite pair.

and he knew that because you absolutely loved wearing them with those low rise jeans of yours.

“fuck-“ satoru’s eyes widened, sitting up fast, making his head feel lighter than usual. it was no use in trying to cover himself up, you have seen everything. and i mean everything. his happy trail glistened in both sweat and.. other forms of liquid. satoru’s cock trembled in need, cum still shooting out. he found this hot. “i uh.. i didn’t-“

“those are mine!” you pointed at the pink laced underwear, absolutely disgusted. that bastard had torn a hole right in the middle of it.

“oops?”

it didn’t stop at panties.

he realized they were no longer enough to get off on anymore, resulting in ditching the comfort of his bedroom and going into yours. he had already broke several rules, why not just break all of them? you’d come home to uncleaned cum stains on your bedsheets that he left after previously humping them.

“ngh fuck..” his whimpers were muffled by the pillow he hid his face in, thrusting shamelessly at the bed. his cock slid deliciously through the wrinkles, fantasizing about it being your cunt instead. your scent was all around him.

that was another thing he absolutely loved about you, your smell. he’d steal some of your body wash and shampoo to indulge in it. when the products would run out, he’d happily replace them. “it’s the least i can do, pretty.”

and overtime, you grew used to it.

youd be lying if you said part of you didn’t like it. it’s not like you were innocent either. when satoru would be asleep on the other side of the apartment, your hand would grip the vibrator to muffle its buzzing sound, bringing it up inside you.

you gasped, feeling the vibrations fasten as you clicked on the speed button. earlier, satoru was spread out on the couch shirtless, playing mario kart on the tv. you were aching in sitting on his lap, riding him into oblivion. he was handsome after all. any girl would kill to be put in your position.

being lusted after a 6’5 man with a beautifully sculpted body? what a dream.

you recalled the memory, moving your head to the side, grinding your weeping cunt on the toy. would his cock be as thick as it? or would it be thin and long? it didn’t matter, as long as it was his. you saw white spots when you came, spilling over the vibrator and onto your bedsheets that still had his stains.

when you leaned down to hide it along the other toys under your bed, you failed to notice satoru listening in on the other side of the door, fisting himself at the pace he would imagine you were going.

he had hit the jackpot.

how come it’s never hit him to search for things under your bed? he knew about ovulation but never questioned how you’d deal with it. being the freak he is, he could tell when you were needier than usual. behavioral changes and the obvious of them all, your scent, would all change when ovulation hit.

when you were busy cooking dinner, he snuck in once again, getting on his knees to look under the bed. there was a clear box he pulled out. inside were all sorts of things. dildos, vibrators, handcuffs.

“knew you were a nasty girl..” he snickered, already feeling himself harden. satoru took one of them out, ready to lick it before your voice came from behind him.

“how shameless have you gotten to the point where you’re sneaking in while i’m still here.”

shit.

now, satoru’s punishment was simple. he thought he’d have to watch you play with yourself and not being able to touch you, but it was far from that. the toys weren’t going to be used on you, but on him.

“this one’s my favorite..” you hummed, grabbing his base.

“oh shit.. fuck. please..” satoru’s back arched, yelping when you pressed the vibrator on his tip. “baby! oh god, oh god shit. feels so good..!”

"he's my man, and i love him like nobody else can."

sukuna hates when people look at toji.

~tags: tojikuna, territorial sukuna, he's very possessive, hickies, smut, bxb, mlm. @veilist

it doesn’t matter who they are. man, woman, sukuna can’t stand it when he catches people looking at his boyfriend, toji.

the two of them are at the usual ramen place they love going to.

toji patiently stands in line with his arms crossed and eyes low. his signature scar accents the slight frown he always has.

sukuna stands behind him like a guard dog. hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans that sit low on his hips.

at first glance, you would think the two men weren’t even together.

suddenly, sukuna perks up at the sound of giggling. he turns his head to find a group of young women sitting down at the restaurant.

he watches how they whisper and gawk at, not him, but the man in front of him. he turns his head to look back at his boyfriend to see toji staring off in space. toji doesn’t notice them.

he never does.

sukuna's absentmindedly pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. becoming more and more irritated.

then, he hooks his finger onto one of toji’s belt loops and yanks him closer. his ass now pressed up against the older man’s crotch. toji takes his hand and grabs at sukuna's thigh, still looking forward. sukuna leans in to lay several kisses down the back of toji’s neck.

sukuna pulls back and looks at the group of women. the girls who were blatantly admiring toji were now silenced, mouths slightly agape. a cocky grin appears on sukuna’s face as he waves playfully to the girls.

even when sukuna's slamming into toji after they get home, he can't help but be bothered by the whole thing.

toji's bent over the bed, mind completely blank.

sukuna's been bullying his poor hole ever since they got home. he pulls out his phone to record the state of his boyfriend. he angles the phone just right to show him pumping his cock inside of toji. how he pulls out before brutally snapping his hips and burying himself inside.

sukuna's keeps having to lift toji up by the hips, due to the younger man's legs constantly giving out.

"k-kuna please," toji manages to moan out. his dick bobbing up and down, and he can't remember how many times his cum has shot out on the bedsheets. he flinches and whimpers every time kuna reaches down to lay a hard slap on his dick.

sukuna bends down so his lips graze toji's ear and whispers,

“i hate it when these fuckers stare at you like you’re not mine.”

also, when toji has to get ready for work early in the morning, sukuna has a hard time letting him go.

“kuna i have to go, i can’t be late,” toji says, trying to pull away.

“just wait a sec, yeah?” sukuna pulls him back on the bed and rests him between his legs. toji's back presses against sukuna's broad chest.

sukuna presses his mouth to the side of toji's neck. his teeth graze his skin before closing his lips over the sensitive spot of toji's neck.

this doesn't last long because toji quickly stands up and backs away from the eager man.

"uh-uh," toji shakes his head with a grin. "we're not doing this again. i'm not gonna have everyone at work stare at me because i have a bunch of hickies on my neck..."

sukuna tilts his head to the side and rolls his eyes.

"fine, gimme a kiss at least."

toji scoffs, but walks over to lay a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

but in one fell swoop, sukuna yanks down toji's pants and gets on his knees.

"kuna, what the hell!" toji yells out, trying to push the man away.

"that's alright," the older man hums." if you won't let me leave marks on your neck, i'll just leave them on your dick."

[𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑫𝑪𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬] 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 0 - 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 〢 who's the first pick? 𓂃 𓏧♡

Sigh.

Being lonely was something that occurred often in your love life. The endless dates, the repetitive plotted dramas or rom-coms, the sucky masturbating that left you shameful . . . don’t get me started. You were on the couch, lounging around, watching said corny K-drama while on the phone with your best friend Kami, a girl you’ve known since middle school.

“Ugh, I don’t know kami...these men just aren’t doing it for me. Every single guy I’ve met so far always ruins it for themselves! Like, why do I have to worry about going to the bathroom and coming back to our table, and you're gone! without paying! Some men aren’t shit, I’m so serious.”

You rubbed your temple with your index finger, then let out a sigh. You listened to her stretched out hum in agreement, already ready to say the same thing she always says to you.

“You seriously need to take a breather babe. I hate seeing you so stressed over a man! This is why I stick to hookups nowadays. Our generation is genuinely so fucked. I’ll just wait for my turn patiently.”

You grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in your mouth dramatically, words a muffled mess.

“It must be nice to get dick and not worry about the person it’s attached to later. Pleaseeeee teach me your ways kami. I’ll even pay.”

She let out a hearty laugh, her shuffling through her covers being mildly heard through the phone, “What price are we talking? I juuust might have a few things in store . . . ”

“I’ll take anything, I swear,” you looked around you in your fat circle of snacks for the closest thing nearby to offer up.

“Does Skittles count? I have about three packs to offer.”

Kami mock hummed in thought, stroking her chin at the offering.

“Hmmm…make it four.”

“Deal.” You both went silent before bursting into laughter and finally breaking your funny moment.

Kami, trying to contain her giggles, spoke up again, “You’re silly. Okay, but seriously. I think I might have something for you. It might not be your cup of tea, but…I want you to give it a try.”

Still giggling a bit, you sat up at her serious offer, and you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, adjusting your phone closer to your ear so you could hear better.

“What exactly do you have in mind? It better not be something insane.”

She shrugged and hummed, “Depends on what your version of insane is, I guess! I use it occasionally, so…you’ll be in good hands. I’ll send it to you right now.”

Ping!

You brought your phone down to your lap, opening your messages to click on the link she sent you.

You looked down at the phone, eyebrows scrunching. “Uh….Cursedcock.com…? What kinda name is that? Kami, what is—”

“I know, I know! Trust me, I said the same at first. Just hear me out!”

She could probably guess the look on your face right now, and she’d be right. Your jaw was slightly agape as you looked at the pink-and-white website, the words “welcome to Cursedcock hotline!” Flashing in your face in sparkly letters.

“…Yeah…start explaining.”

“OKAY. Listen up. So there’s this guy I met at a bar a month ago, and we were hitting it off, yknow…the usual stuff. We were drinking, and he eventually asked me to dance, and you know me—obviously, I said yes!”

You listened with your eyes squinted, nodding slightly, trying to see how convincing she could possibly get for why the word cock was flashing in your face so nicely.

“Mhm. Go on.”

“Right. So we were dancing and stufffff and like…later on he asked me if I wanted to get outta there. I was tipsy, so I said yes a little faster than I should’ve, but whatever—fuck it. We leave, get a room, yadayada. After some intense coitus, he pulled out his phone and showed me where to find him if I wanted to do it again, and boom. Now we’re here.”

You blinked a few times trying to process everything, a small sigh coming out.

“Okay…very interesting. Cool. Not judging at all. What I really wanna know is how many times did you book this…guy?”

“…Listen and we don’t judge?”

“It won’t even surprise me anymore after what you just told me. Spit it out.”

She paused before mumbling her answer, shame creeping into her tone, “Maybe…6 times? 7 possibly…?”

Your jaw audibly made a pop sound as it dropped, you swore a fly could’ve flew in.

“Say you swear. No, because there’s no way the D was that good. Kami…”

“Oh, sue me! It was a rare pull, and I was not letting that go. He was so sweet and sexy. And like he just had a way with words, but maybe a little monotone? Like, he’s not boring…he’s like blunt…in a cute way? Caring? I don’t know.”

Great.

This was totally not piquing your interest at all, and you 100% were not scrolling away at your phone looking for what’s described, not wanting to give up your interest so fast.

Kami continued to ramble on about this brown-haired, sleep-deprived-looking guy, and you just couldn't help but blurt out your next sentence.

“…what’s his name.”

Kami gasped very dramatically on the other end of the phone like she’d just won the jackpot or something.

“OHHHHH, so now we’re asking questions?”

“Oh my goood, shut up,” you groaned, throwing a popcorn kernel at literally nothing. “I’m just curious. That’s it.”

“Mhm. Sure. ‘Just curious,’” she repeated slowly. “That’s what I said before getting taken out to a cute restaurant, then getting put through the mattress later on multiple occasions.”

You made a disgusted sound, a small laugh following after it, “Spare me. No more details.”

“Okay, okay,” she finally said, dragging it out again. “No more dets. I promise.”

She paused again, and this time her voice dropped just a little, like she was smiling to herself. Your fingers stilled on the popcorn bag.

Even the K-drama on the TV felt quieter for a second.

Kami then finally said his name.

“…Choso.”

You looked up Choso’s profile, head tilted, and interest piqued. Choso….hm. He is pretty cute.

Ping!

$75 booking fee for Choso Kamo has been purchased! We hope you enjoy your boyfriend of choice :)

summary: when you show up at the house, dean accidentally let's it slip that garrett is in love with you.

warnings: nothing specific.

frat houses were an unclean place full of boisterous men and they were a place no one with any self respect would be seen dead, and yet here you were.

in your defence, you were only here to see garrett. everyone else was a package deal apparently.

garrett graham was the star athlete at briar u, known for his supposed ice hockey skills. you say supposed because he's never actually invited you to a game, and you weren't about to show up all "go team" if he didn't want you there.