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Just a tiny punishment

[Female reader-insert, afab, Female reader x Subby! Itadori. NSFW, Spanking.] Kinktober 2024

Itadori stepped into the apartment he shared with Y/N, kicking off his shoes by the door. "Hey, Y/N, I’m home!" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet space. He wandered through the apartment, looking for her, but there was no sign of her.

Dropping his backpack onto the dining table, he made his way to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he froze in his tracks, eyes widening in shock. There stood Y/N, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit. She wore a blouse that revealed just enough cleavage to make him blush, paired with a pleated skirt, bow-adorned leggings, and shiny Mary Janes.

Yuji’s jaw practically hit the floor.

Y/N stood up from the bed with a playful smile and slowly walked toward him, holding a ruler in her hand. His face flushed bright red as she stopped in front of him. Lifting the ruler, she gently placed it under his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

"I heard you’ve been struggling with math, Yuji," she said in a teasing tone.

Before he could respond, Y/N grabbed his wrist and gently pulled it behind his back. "How about I help you out?"

With that, she took the ruler away, walked back to the bed, and sat down gracefully. She patted her lap, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Be a good boy and lay across my lap," Y/N said with an innocent smile that betrayed her not-so-innocent intentions.

Yuji hesitated for a moment before starting to step toward her, but she quickly stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"No, no, no," she chided playfully. "I don’t want you to walk to me. I want you to crawl over here—and lose the pants and boxers while you’re at it."

Y/N’s smirk deepened as Yuji’s face flushed a deep red. He nodded, fumbling slightly as he slid out of his pants and boxers. Lowering himself to the ground, he began to crawl toward her, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on hers.

"Good boy." She smiles at him as he pulls himself up off the ground and lays himself across her lap, his ass exposed to her and his cock dangling in between her thighs. Y/N then runs a hand over his ass, making Yuji flinch slightly. "Now be a good boy and count how many spankings I give you." Y/N then raises the ruler in the air and then brings it down hard to his ass, making him yelp out, "One thank you, mommy." Itadori then whimpered as he felt another hit; he knew this was going to be a long punishment.

It had only been about five minutes, and Itadori was already panting, barely holding himself together. The highest number he had managed to reach without messing up was 23, though that had involved several corrections. Now, whenever he made a mistake, Y/N simply made him start over from the beginning.

"B-baby, you're evil." Itadori whimpered as Y/N made him restart the count. "I'm not evil." Y/N smacks the ruler down on his ass, making him yelp out, then count out a number. "I'm just very good at disciplining you. If you want a different punishment, I can give it to you." Y/N smirks as she sees Itadori raise his head up quickly and nod. "Alright, get up and lie on your back on the bed." As Itadori gets up and lays on his back on the bed, Y/N lowly pulls down her lacey panties but keeps the rest of her outfit on and climbs onto the bed. She then straddles herself over him and looks down at his hard cock; she then reaches over to a nearby drawer and grabs the lube and pours it down his cock, making him flinch from the cold feeling.

Y/N then slides her hand down his cock, lubing up his whole length, and then slides herself down onto his cock, making him let out a whimper and a moan. "Shit, Y/N, you're too tight." Yuji covers his eyes with his hands, but then he feels Y/N start to bounce up and down, so his hands fly to her hips. "H-hold on, Mommy, please. I—I can't take it. Yuji bites his lips, then his head goes back as Y/N grinds her hips down. "Come on, Yuji, be a good boy and let Mommy ride your delicious cock." Y/N smirks as she takes his hands off her hips and uses them as leverage so that she can start bouncing.

As Y/N started to bounce faster, Yuji got closer and closer to his orgasm, already so close before, so he looked up at Y/N with those pleading eyes of his that he knew that she couldn't ignore. "Mommy, please, I want to cum." Yuji's eyes slowly rolled back as Y/N smiled down at him. "You better be so happy that I'm close." Y/N huffed out as she lifted herself faster and then. "Uh, fuck, c-cumming," Yuji moaned out as he shot his load inside of Y/N as she also came on his cock.

After a while, Yuji eventually came back to his senses and looked at Y/N, who was going through their sex drawer and pulled something out, which made Yuji's eyes widen. "Let's try something new out," Y/N smirked as she dangled a strap on in her hand.

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03/10 Nagito

[Female reader-insert, Nagito x Female! reader. Mommy kink, Riding, Virginity loss, Subby! Nagito x Dom!Female reader]

Kinktober 2024

The warm breeze from the island's shore rustled gently through the open window of the cabin as Nagito stood before Y/N, his gaze soft yet uncertain. Tonight was different; it was more intimate, more vulnerable. "Are you sure about this, Y/N?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with both excitement and hesitation.

"Of course I'm sure, Nagito. Why would I suggest something I didn't want to do with you?" Y/N smiled softly as she got up from the sand, slipped on her slipper, and looked down at him. She extended her hand to help him up. Nagito took it, standing as she led him to her room.

When they reached her room, Nagito glanced around briefly before Y/N pulled him into a heated kiss, backing him up toward the bed. He fell onto his back against the mattress, their lips still locked.

Y/N pulled away, smiling down at him as he panted, trying to catch his breath. She kissed his neck softly, occasionally leaving marks, before removing his shirt and trailing kisses down his chest, teasing his nipples with gentle bites, making him groan. "Please, Y/N, just hurry and get it over with," Nagito muttered, covering his eyes with his hand as he groaned in anticipation.

Y/N's fingers traced up his thigh as she lowered herself near his legs. She removed his pants and boxers, exposing his erect cock.

"Oh wow," Y/N smiled, leaning down to his cock. "Aren't you happy to see me?" She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she easily took his length. "Oh god, Y/N, shit," Nagito whimpered, gripping her hair. "Y-you know I don't deserve t-this," he stammered, his head falling back as his eyes rolled in pleasure. Y/N pulled off his cock with a popping sound.

"Of course you deserve this, honey. You deserve everything." Y/N stood and hovered over him, positioning herself above his cock. She spat on it, then lowered herself, taking every inch. "Shit, baby, you're so big," Y/N groaned, beginning to bounce on him, watching as Nagito's eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Is it that good? You're such a mumbling mess." Y/N grabbed his hands, placing them on her waist.

Nagito's hips jerked upward as he let out a loud moan. "C-cumming!" Nagito groaned as he came inside her, making Y/N giggle. "Already, Nagito? That was fast," Y/N teased, caressing his face. "But it's okay since it's your first time." She continued to ride him, Nagito gripping her sides.

"W-wait, love, p-please, I just came, m-mercy," Nagito begged, his eyes unfocused.

"But your beloved isn’t even close yet. Can’t you handle it? For me~" Y/N gave him puppy eyes as she sped up her pace.

"Yes, m-mommy," Nagito moaned, his hand flying to his mouth as he realized what he'd said.

"It’s okay, baby, say it again for mommy~" Y/N cupped his cheek gently.

Nagito lowered his hand, his voice shaking. "M-mommy," he cried out. Y/N adjusted her movements, hitting just the right spot for her own pleasure, moaning aloud. "Hah, shit, Nagito, your dick is perfect," Y/N giggled, moaning as she hit her cervix.

"Cumming!" Y/N cried out, her body clenching around Nagito as she came on his cock, triggering his own climax again.

After a while, Y/N slowly lifted herself off of him and lay down beside him, his cum dripping out of her. "Hah, fuck, that was so good," she said, turning to look at him, only to see Nagito blissed out, barely able to stay awake. It made her giggle.

"I love you, Nagito," Y/N cooed, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. "I love you too, mommy," he mumbled before falling asleep.

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2/10 - Sub! Gojo and Geto

[Male reader-insert, amab, Bratty sub! Gojo x Switch! Male reader x Dom! Geto. NSFW, Threesome.] Kinktober 2024

The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the city night filtering through the open window. There was a thick, heavy feeling in the air. Gojo lay on the bed, his lean frame sprawled out on the soft sheets. His icy blue eyes, no longer hidden behind his blindfold, were wide and vulnerable. His usual cocky confidence seemed to dissipate in the presence of both Y/N and Geto, who stood in front of him, their gazes locked on him with intent.

Gojo's breath hitched as Y/N’s eyes trailed over his body. His cheeks flushed, and he shifted slightly, the tension in the room pressing down on him. The once-mighty and loud-mouthed sorcerer was quiet now, his pale skin glowing under the dim light as his fingers fidgeted nervously by his sides.

"You're always so loud, but now you're being quiet," Y/N teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Gojo. The usual bravado that Y/N was so used to seeing in Gojo had completely vanished, leaving behind someone trembling in anticipation, his mind and body caught between surrender and desire.

“N-no, I’m not,” Gojo stammered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. His eyes flickered between Y/N and Geto, desperate for reassurance or instruction.

Beside Y/N, Geto exuded dominance, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Gojo squirm. His presence was a sharp contrast to Y/N's teasing; Geto stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, and his expression was one of complete control.

Geto took a step forward, his boots clicking against the wooden floor. He reached down and ran his hand over Gojo’s thigh, trailing it upward in a way that made Gojo’s breath hitch. "You're nervous, Satoru," Geto said smoothly, his voice low and commanding, each word dripping with authority. “Relax. Y/N won’t hurt you... unless you want him to."

Gojo whimpered softly, his head pressing back into the pillow as he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart. He swallowed hard as he looked up at Y/N, whose eyes were filled with hunger and mischief. Y/N's fingers trailed across the hem of his shirt, the anticipation thick between them.

“You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Y/N murmured, stepping closer to the bed until he was standing right in front of Gojo, his knee grazing the edge of the mattress. The way Gojo looked up at him, eyes wide and bright, made a spark of excitement flicker in Y/N’s chest. He loved seeing Gojo like this—unsure, vulnerable, and aching for attention.

Y/N gently reached down, cupping Gojo’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "You want this, don’t you?" Y/N asked, his voice soft yet authoritative, the teasing edge in his tone sending shivers down Gojo’s spine.

Gojo's lips parted, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes... I do," he admitted, his body trembling under the weight of Y/N's gaze.

Geto smirked at Gojo’s submission, his hand still resting firmly on Gojo's thigh. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Gojo’s ear as he spoke. "Then why don’t you show us how obedient you can be?" Geto’s voice was low and demanding, every word sending a jolt through Gojo’s already heightened senses.

Slowly, Gojo shifted on the bed, his back pressing against the headboard as he kneeled in the center of the mattress. His eyes flicked nervously between Y/N and Geto as his hands hesitated by his sides. He wanted to touch, to feel, but he waited, silently asking for permission.

Y/N’s eyes darkened with amusement as he leaned in slightly, brushing the back of his hand down Gojo’s flushed cheek. "Good boy," Y/N praised, the words causing Gojo’s entire body to tremble. He didn’t have to say much more; Gojo’s eyes told Y/N everything he needed to know.

"Get on all fours," Geto commanded sharply, taking a step closer to the bed, his voice leaving no room for argument. His authoritative tone sent a shiver down Gojo’s spine, and without hesitation, he obeyed, turning himself over and pressing his knees and hands against the mattress.

Y/N and Geto stood side by side, their gazes locked on the now-submissive Gojo before them. The sight of him, once so powerful and in control, reduced to trembling on his hands and knees stirred something dark and possessive in them both.

"You like this, don’t you, Satoru?" Y/N asked as he ran a hand along Gojo’s back, his touch gentle but commanding. Gojo’s body tensed at the sensation, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

"Yes," Gojo breathed, his voice trembling, filled with both excitement and nerves.

Geto’s lips curled into a dark smile as he moved closer, his fingers ghosting over Gojo’s hips, his touch firm and possessive. "He likes being treated like this," Geto whispered to Y/N, his voice thick with satisfaction. "The strongest sorcerer in the world, and all it takes is us to make him crumble."

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at Geto with a knowing smirk. "You enjoy watching him submit, don’t you?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Geto’s dark gaze linger on Gojo.

Geto didn’t hesitate, his lips brushing against Gojo’s ear as he spoke. "I do. But watching him submit to both of us? That might be even better."

Gojo whimpered softly at Geto’s words, his body twitching as he felt both of their presences looming over him. Y/N’s hand trailed down his spine slowly, teasing him, while Geto’s hands gripped his hips firmly, holding him in place.

"You’re shaking already," Geto murmured, his voice a deep rumble as he leaned closer to Gojo, his breath hot against his neck. Gojo arched under the touch, his body responding to the subtle tease, a small whine escaping his throat.

Geto’s eyes met Y/N's over Gojo’s back, the silent understanding between them making Y/N’s heart race. They were in control here, and there was no question about it.

"Let’s see just how much he can take," Geto said smoothly, his lips curling into a predatory grin as he gave Gojo’s hips a firm squeeze, making him gasp in response. Y/N crawled on the bed, leaned in front of Gojo, and pulled off his pants and boxers, his cock slapping against Gojo's lips. Geto, on the other hand, stripped off his clothes, grabbed his shaft, and rimmed Gojo’s hole, making him moan.

Y/N then pushed his cock into Gojo's mouth and grabbed his hair, pulling him back and forth while Geto slathered lube on his cock and began thrusting, making Gojo gag slightly. Gojo looked up at Y/N with a puppy dog look in his eyes, making Y/N smirk. He pulled out, making Gojo gasp and moan as he felt Geto thrust faster.

"Fuck hah—" Gojo moaned but was quickly silenced by Y/N stuffing his cock back into Gojo’s mouth. He gripped the bed, his top half sinking into the sheets as Geto raised his hips higher into the air, holding Gojo tightly as he thrust faster and harder. Y/N smirked at Geto, and Geto smirked back. Y/N thrust fast into Gojo's mouth, making him gag, while Geto thrust slowly into him.

Gojo was losing his mind. The pleasure clouded his thoughts as he gripped the sheets, his eyes rolling back, tears welling up.

Y/N closed his eyes as he came inside Gojo’s mouth, then pulled out. Gojo swallowed, letting his head fall into the sheets, moaning as Geto went faster and finally came deep inside him, causing Gojo to cum all over the sheets, twitching and moaning. Gojo raised his head, blissed out, only to feel himself being flipped onto his back with Y/N coming between his legs and Geto behind Y/N.

"Why don't we try another position?" Geto smiled, resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

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1/10 - Denki Kaminari

[Nonbinary reader-insert, Denki x NB! reader. Fleshlight, Sub! Denki x Dom!NB reader]

Kinktober 2024

Denki leaned back into the couch, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as Y/N settled beside him. The soft glow of the room—the amber light from the nearby lamp casting long shadows—gave the space an intimate warmth, creating a halo around his blond hair. His eyes, reflecting the dim light, sparkled with mischief. 

The two of you were supposed to be studying; textbooks sprawled out on the coffee table between you. Well, trying to study. It hadn’t taken long for Denki’s attention to drift from the notes and diagrams. His focus now was entirely on Y/N, as if the material laid out in front of him no longer existed. You could feel his gaze, burning softly into Y/N, though it wasn’t menacing—just playful, like a game he was daring Y/N to play along with.

"You’re really bad at concentrating, you know that?" Y/N teased, breaking the silence, their voice light as Y/N nudged him with their shoulder.

Denki’s lips twitched into a wider grin, his head tilting slightly in their direction. "Maybe it’s because you're such a distraction," he shot back smoothly, his voice low and teasing, as though he was sharing a secret meant only for their ears.

The way his eyes lingered on Y/N, combined with that easygoing charm, made their heart skip a beat, though Y/N tried their best not to let it show. You kept their expression calm, even though there was something about the way Denki spoke—something about that glint in his eyes—that always seemed to make their pulse race just a little faster.

"Denki, we have a test tomorrow," Y/N reminded him, their voice taking on a slightly scolding tone, though the smile tugging at their lips betrayed their amusement.

He responded by stretching his arms lazily behind his head, his body language exuding the kind of carefree attitude he was known for. His shirt lifted slightly, exposing a sliver of skin, but it was the look in his eyes—those lazy, confident eyes—that made Y/N bite back a grin.

"What’s the point of studying when we both know I’ll just fry my brain halfway through the test?" he quipped, flashing Y/N that electric grin of his, the one that could disarm even the most stubborn of people.

"You just love making excuses," Y/N huffed, crossing their arms over their chest and pretending to be frustrated. But Denki knew Y/N too well—he could see right through their act.

Denki's grin widened, and for a moment, he looked genuinely pleased with himself. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just waiting for Y/N to help me focus," he added, his tone almost challenging, as if daring Y/N to call him out on his lack of effort.

A smirk of their own started to form as Y/N leaned in slightly, their voice dropping. "You know what? I think I have a way to make Y/N concentrate." Your words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Denki’s eyes flickered with curiosity, his cocky grin faltering just for a second.

Without another word, Y/N reached forward and set the textbook on the coffee table, the thud of it hitting the surface the only sound breaking the silence between Y/N. Denki raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, his gaze following their every move. He didn’t know what Y/N had planned, but there was no doubt that he was intrigued.

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Denki had always been a flirt, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He found himself seated in their lap, his pants and boxers discarded somewhere in the living room, and his body trembling under their control. The sound of his labored breathing filled the quiet space, every shaky inhale and exhale amplifying the tension between Y/N.

“Come on, Denki, answer the question.” Y/N purred, their tone both teasing and commanding as Y/N moved the fleshlight slowly up and down his shaft. Your free hand rested on his hip, keeping him pinned to their lap, his body twitching at every sensation.

Denki could barely form a coherent thought, let alone an answer. “I—fuck, shit—” he groaned, his voice breathless as he leaned his head back against their shoulder, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands were gripping their thighs as if holding on for dear life. 

"C-cumming—" he whimpered, his body tense and trembling, desperate for release. His grip tightened on their leg, the pressure building inside him, but just as he felt himself teeter on the edge, Y/N pulled the fleshlight away. The sudden denial made him gasp, his entire body shuddering in frustration.

"Fuck, fuck, why?" he groaned, his voice full of desperation. He reached out to grab their hand, but Y/N were already one step ahead of him, pulling back just enough to stay in control.

You giggled softly, clearly unfazed by his pleas. "Let me repeat the question for Y/N, Denki," Y/N said, their voice laced with amusement. "It’s really not that hard," Y/N added, lowering the fleshlight back onto his cock, this time moving it slower, teasing him. “Who explored America in 1492?”

"C-Christ... Christopher Columbus," Denki choked out between shaky breaths, his voice barely above a whisper. His body jerked each time Y/N sped up the movement, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Good boy," Y/N cooed, rewarding him with a faster pace. You watched with satisfaction as his body trembled in response, his eyes glazed over. You could feel the way he was holding back, trying to stay in control, but Y/N knew better.

"How many wives did Henry VIII have?" Y/N asked, their tone still sweet but with an edge of challenge to it.

"F-five," Denki stammered, but the second the wrong number left his lips, Y/N stopped. He let out a desperate whine, his body jerking as he realized his mistake. 

"Sh-shit! I mean six!" he blurted out, his voice frantic. His correction earned him mercy as Y/N resumed their motions, this time faster than before, pushing him back toward that edge he had been denied.

"C-cumming," Denki gasped, his voice a broken cry as he thrust up into the toy, desperate for release. But again, Y/N pulled it away just before he could finish. He let out a strangled whine, his body trembling, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

You smirked at his frustration, holding him in place with a teasing smile. "You’re doing so well, Denki," Y/N cooed, lowering the fleshlight one last time, this time pumping it rapidly. His entire body tensed, and within moments, his eyes rolled back as he let out a high-pitched squeal. His release hit him like a tidal wave, his body jerking uncontrollably as he came into the toy.

"Such a good boy," Y/N murmured softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his head as Y/N gently stroked his hair. He was a trembling mess in their arms, but there was something undeniably satisfying about the sight.

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The next evening, Denki came strolling into the dorm, a piece of paper in his hand. "Y/N, look at the grade I got on the test!" His voice was filled with excitement, a proud grin stretching across his face as he leaned over the back of the couch where Y/N were sitting.

You glanced at the paper, raising an eyebrow. "A 70%? Really, Denki? I mean, Y/N passed, but those questions I drilled into Y/N—Y/N got them wrong!" Y/N said, pouting playfully as Y/N looked up at him.

Denki chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, um... turns out, I couldn’t really think straight while I was studying those questions... on my own," he admitted sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Well then," Y/N said with a sly grin, reaching for a paddle nearby. You slapped it lightly against their palm; the sound was sharp in the quiet room. "Looks like you need another tutoring session."

Denki’s eyes widened, but the grin that followed told Y/N he wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea.

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Kinktober 2024

01/10: (MHA) Denki - Edging

02/10: (JJK) Sub! Gojo and Geto - Threesome

03/10: (Dangarompa) Nagito - Virginity

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06/10: (JJK) Nanami - Belly bulge

09/10: (JJK) Toji - Blow jobs

10/10: (Obey me) Sub! Levi - Overstimulated

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11/10: (Genshin) Tartaglia - Chasity belt

15/10: (JJK) Itadori - Spanking

16/10: (Genshin) Sub! Thoma - Cock warming

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18/10: (Obey me) Mammon - Oral fixation

20/10: (JJK) Choso - Shower sex

25/10: (Obey me) Satan - Pet play

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27/10: (Genshin) Ga'ming - Phonesex

31/10: (Genshin) Itto - Mirror sex

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Just in the heat of the moment

[Female reader-insert, afab, broke deadbeat dad!Toji x Female reader. Kinda toxic Relationships, NSFW, Clit play, Dom!Toji x Sub! Female Reader]

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she stared at the screen in disbelief. Her eyes widened as she processed the glaring notification: at least $40,000 had mysteriously vanished from her bank account. She hadn’t left the house all day, enjoying her much-needed day off from work. Meanwhile, Toji had been out for hours, doing who knows what. Now, he stood casually in the doorway of their bedroom, a smug expression plastered on his face, as if he were innocent of the chaos he'd caused.

"Toji, why the hell is there money missing from my account?" Y/N demanded, her voice icy as she crossed her arms, glaring at him. She could feel the anger rising in her chest, but Toji didn’t seem frightened. He simply rolled his eyes and began walking toward her, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. Despite his towering presence, Y/N didn’t flinch. She wasn’t scared of him.

"It’s just $40,000," Toji replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You’ll earn it back." He crossed his arms and smirked, as if the sum was trivial.

Y/N scoffed, her disbelief quickly turning into anger. "If it’s so easy to earn it back, why don’t *you* earn it?" Her voice cut through the room, sharp and biting. "Oh, wait," she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "you have no job, no money, nothing. I give you everything." Her lips curled into a smug smile as she unleashed her frustration, each word laced with venom.

Unfazed, Toji sat down beside her on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he pulled her onto his lap. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place. "Oh, please. You don’t give me everything," he shot back, his voice low and dismissive. "I’m better than your other boyfriends. I give you a place to stay. I cook for you. And your kids? They like me more than they like you." His words were meant to sting, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

She tried to squirm away, but his grip was unrelenting. "You say I’m better than all those other girls you’ve been with," she teased, leaning in and pushing her chest toward him provocatively. "You tell me I’m tighter, wetter than them." Her voice was mocking, filled with frustration as she playfully shoved her cleavage toward his face. "What other girls? You know damn well I’m not cheating on you," Toji responded, his face unamused and stern.

Without warning, Toji flipped Y/N onto her back, pinning her hands above her head as a squeal of surprise escaped her lips. His strength was overwhelming, and she could barely move under his weight.

"You do cheat on me," Y/N spat, still defiant despite her position. "Why the hell would you spend that much money?" She struggled against his grip, but Toji was too strong, holding her down with ease.

"Y/N," Toji growled, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned in closer. His hands roughly tore her shirt open, and she gasped in surprise. "Hey, wait—" she tried to protest, but Toji was already pulling off her bra, then her panties with swift, determined movements.

"Can you at least explain—" she began, but her words were cut off as Toji lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his eyes dark with intent. "This barely qualifies as a skirt," he muttered, his hands roaming over her thighs. "Don’t act like you don’t want this."

"I do want it," Y/N admitted, her voice barely a whisper, but her frustration remained. "But can we at least talk about the money first?" She let out a small groan as Toji sucked on his fingers before bringing them down between her legs, teasing her.

Toji slid his fingers inside, drawing a deep, breathy moan from Y/N as he began to skillfully work her, each thrust stretching her open. "Ugh, Toji... ahh, I’m still so stretched out from last night—fuck, Toji," Y/N whined, her voice trembling as his long fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot, sending shivers through her body. Then, with a teasing smirk, he pulled them out, leaving her breathless.

Toji's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched Y/N writhe beneath him, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "You think last night was enough to satisfy me?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the heat in his gaze making her heart race. He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear. "I’ve barely started."

Y/N whimpered, her body instinctively arching toward him, craving the touch he had so cruelly taken away. Toji's hands trailed up her thighs, his touch feather-light, a deliberate contrast to the intensity of moments before. His teasing smirk only grew wider as he savored her need.

"Tell me," he whispered against her neck, his breath hot on her skin, "how badly do you want it?"

A wave of heat surged through her as she bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. "Toji, please..." she begged softly, her voice almost a whisper.

"Fine, I'll give it to you." Toji spat on his hand and slathered it over his cock before positioning himself at her entrance, pushing inside.

Toji’s cock stretched her inch by inch, her body instinctively clenching around him as a gasp escaped her lips. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust, his breath heavy and controlled as he watched her reaction. "You feel that?" he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly, his raw desire evident as he gripped her hips tightly.

Y/N’s fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, eyes fluttering shut as she let out a soft moan. "So... so full," she whimpered, her body trembling beneath the pressure of him filling her completely. Toji grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against her ear.

"Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice dark and taunting. "I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to."

With that, he pulled out slowly, only to slam back into her with a hard thrust, earning a loud cry from Y/N. Each movement after was deliberate, hard, and punishing, his pace unrelenting as he drove into her over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her gasps and moans and Toji’s low groans of satisfaction.

He watched as she writhed beneath him, her body surrendering to the intense rhythm he set. "That’s it," he growled, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he pushed deeper. "Take it all."

"Fuck, Toji, please," Y/N whined and moaned erratically as his thrusts became faster and rougher. Toji then reached down to rub her clitoral area, making her squeal. "Toji, it’s sensitive," Y/N gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and raking her nails down his back, leaving scratch marks in her wake.

"Don’t... stop," Y/N pleaded, biting her lip.

"You’re so fucking sexy," Toji groaned as his pace quickened, causing Y/N to tremble and her eyes to roll back. She was so close she felt as if she might come all over his cock—or maybe even squirt.

"Toji... I think I’m gonna—"

Toji thrust in deep, burying himself, probably hitting her cervix. Y/N’s orgasm crashed over her, but he didn’t stop, fucking her through her climax as she cried out his name.

Toji wasn’t far behind as Y/N scratched his back. He let out a deep groan, filling her with his release. After a while, he pulled out and lay beside her, both of them breathing heavily.

"I spent the money on a new car," Toji sighed as he covered his eyes, waiting for Y/N's reaction.

"What..." Y/N paused, then jolted up. "You did what? Why would you get a new car? You know I have a car," she yelled at him in a strained voice.

"It’s for my new job. They needed me to get a new car," Toji sighed, slightly nervous about how Y/N would react.

"Ugh, as long as you’re working, you can pay me back," Y/N groaned, laying back down.

"I’ll pay you back with a couple of orgasms," Toji smirked as he rolled back on top of Y/N.

"Make them good," Y/N giggled, staring up at him.

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Twisted Devotion

[Male reader-insert, amab, Yandere/Obsessive! Gojo x Male reader. Toxic Relationships, NSFW, Sub!Gojo x Male Reader, Stalking, Cameras] 2000 words

A/N: Sorry, this is my first time really writing smut (except on janitor) So it might be little awkward reading it.

You were always jealous of him. Everything he did seemed perfect. He always got better grades than you, even when you studied really hard, while he just goofed off and didn’t even try. “Ugh, I fucking hate that worthless nobody; he thinks he’s so much better than everyone else, doesn’t he?” Y/N yells at his friends while throwing shoes around in his closet, hoping to take out some anger.

“Well, you know, Y/N, he’s having a party this weekend. We were planning to go,” one of your friends says, flinching when there’s a sudden tumble of shoe boxes. Y/N pops his head out of the closet.

“You know damn well I don’t do parties, and I hate him,” Y/N glares at his friends, making them flinch. “But if I were to go to the party, of course, to crash it, when would that be?” Y/N smiles expectantly.

“This Saturday."

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You promised yourself a million times that you would never go to this party. You HATE Gojo. Then why did you find yourself drowning in alcohol at this damn party?

“Yo, Y/N, I thought you said you’d never come to one of my parties again.” Gojo slowly walks towards you with his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t talk to me.” Y/N turns away from Gojo, but he just leans on your shoulder.

“Aw, you’re so mean to me.” Gojo coos at you and gives you puppy dog eyes, but you push him off your shoulder.

“God, why did I ever come to this party? I only wanted to crash it.” Y/N groans as he shakes his head.

“That’s what you said last time, but we ended up in the same bed together.” Gojo giggles as he grabs a nearby drink.

“I’m leaving,” Y/N throws his drink away.

“Already? Please, there are tons of games to play, and I missed you.” Gojo grabs your hand and pleads with his eyes, begging you not to leave. He did this last time when you tried leaving, but you always fell for his charms and stayed. But not this time.

“I mean, I could stay.” Y/N looks away, blushing a little. “But only for a little.”

As soon as Y/N says that, Gojo lets go of him and hugs him. “Yay!” Gojo says happily.

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Damnit, how the hell did you even end up like this? It was a few hours after the party. Every time you would try leaving this trap, Gojo would give you puppy eyes and beg you to stay. You agreed, but how the hell did you end up inside him? "Yes! Fuck, yes, Y/N, Y/N, oh god, right there!" He shoves his head into the pillow as you pound into him. "I hate you so much." Y/N groans, holds his hips, and thrusts deeper into him, hopping to vent out all his frustrations. "Right there! Hah~ cumming," Gojo cried out as he came all over the sheets, his body convulsing with pleasure.

You roll your eyes at him, irritated, and pull out immediately. "W-where are you going?" Gojo rolled over onto his back, disappointed that you wanted to leave already. "This is so fucked." Y/N groans as he grabs his shirt off the ground. "Wait, don't leave; haven't you missed me?" Gojo crawls over to Y/N. "And why would I ever miss you? We've gone through this tons of times, and it's always the same thing," Y/N huffs as he pulls on his shirt. "Please just," Gojo says, wrapping his hands around Y/N's waist and pulling him in closer. "I want you." Gojo then takes Y/N's dick into his mouth.

"Shit Gojo, stop fuck," Y/N groans, throws his head back, and places his hand on his head to pull him off. Gojo pulls off Y/N's dick and licks the tip. "Do you actually want me to stop?" Gojo smiles as he sucks on the tip. "No, don't." Y/N looks away as Gojo goes back to bobbing his head.

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“Ugh, what the hell? Huh, Gojo, why the hell am I-?” Y/N looks at his right hand, handcuffed to the bedpost.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were awake already.” Gojo looks disappointed. “We had a crazy night,” Gojo giggles as he walks over to Y/N.

“Well, could you let me out of the handcuffs now? I think I’m gonna take my leave.” Y/N pulls on the handcuff on his wrist.

“But if you leave, I’d probably never get to see you again.” Gojo pouts, “We have classes together; you know where I live. God, you stalk me every day. Gojo, I noticed you, okay? Is that what you want?”

Y/N sighs, hoping to just get out of the handcuffs. “Really, then promise you’ll see me at least.”

Gojo smiled as he unlocked the handcuffs, knowing he wouldn’t see you for a while, but he didn’t mind because you always came back to him. After grabbing all your stuff and putting on your clothes, you awkwardly put on your shoes as he leans on a nearby wall.

“I love you.” Gojo waves at you as you open the door.

“Ok,” Y/N walks out of the house without another word.

A few months later.

It’s been a while since that party, and you haven’t seen Gojo in a while. You haven’t seen him in any of the classes you had with him. He wasn’t behind a nearby tree stalking you. He was nowhere to be found, so you went to your last resort.

“Please leave your message at…”

“Fucking Christ, why the hell isn’t he answering me?” Y/N yells out and shoves his phone into his pocket. Your friends giggle at your behavior.

“It doesn’t matter how fucking busy that idiot is; he’d answer my calls.” Y/N groans and puts his head on the desk.

“Maybe he’s finally gotten tired of you.” One of your friends giggles, “Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

Y/N raises up again, looking at his phone rather than looking at his friends. Has Gojo really gotten tired of you?

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After school, you ran all the way to Gojo’s house and banged on the door, but nobody answered. Y/N groans, pulls out a spare key from his backpack, and unlocks the front door. When he walks in, it’s pitch dark. He places his bag by the door and begins to walk to Gojo’s room. When he reaches the room, Gojo is lying on his bed peacefully, without a care in the world.

“You fucking asshole, I was worried sick,” Y/N yells. Gojo turns around, surprised he didn’t hear you come in, but then smiles when he realizes what you said.

“Oh my, you missed me. I was only gone for a month.” Gojo spins around on his bed and lies on his stomach as he smiles at you. Is this another trap he planned?

“It’s surprising you said you missed me when I was watching you; all you did was pace.” Gojo then grabs his phone and shows you several videos of you pacing up and down and then a video of you jerking off on your bed. He quickly turns off his phone.

"Opps, how'd that get in there?" He giggles as you glare at him. When the hell did, he replace the cameras? "Why weren't you at school?" Y/N stops glaring and sits on the bed besides Gojo. "Just a little sick. Nothing major." Gojo slowly lays his head on your lap. "I... missed you." Y/N slowly leans down towards Gojo and kisses him. Gojo kissing him back. "Hehe, I know." Gojo giggles as he sits up and sits on Y/N's lap. 

Oh God, Y/N, were you really going to fall into this trap again? You've done this multiple times, yet you always run to him whenever you're worried about him. He knew what he was doing, making you so dependent on needing him just so you could lash out at him, and he loved the attention you gave him; it felt exhilarating. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Y/N frantically rubbed his head. "I don't love you; I don't want you." Y/N shoved Gojo off of his lap. "But you always come back. I've seen you try to get rid of me by hooking up with someone, but as soon as you 'finish' you come straight to my house." Gojo sighed, "You're different." Y/N looked off to the side as Gojo crawled over to him and pulled down Y/N's pants.

'I hate him. But his affection is all I want; I don't care how much I push him away'. Y/N finally looked back at Gojo to see him straddling his lap. He cupped Y/N's cheek. "It's okay, don't think about it right now." Gojo then sank down on Y/N's cock. 'When the hell did he take off his clothes?' "I love you. Even if you don't know how you feel about me, you could hate me, and I would still love you" Gojo grabbed Y/N's shoulder and began to bounce himself up and down. 'Is he smiling?' Y/N looked up at Gojo and saw that he wasn't smiling. 'Does he not love me anymore? Wait, I'm not scared.' "Hah, are you scared? I don't usually smile like that." Gojo flashed a fake smile.

"I love you." Y/N teared up as he looked away. "I mean it, actually, I don't want to lose you, please." Y/N gripped Gojo's hips tight, so he stopped, "I want you so much; please don't tell me you're leaving me now; you've stayed with me forever." Y/N couldn't stop the tears from flowing; he must have looked ridiculous and felt ridiculous. Gojo brought a hand to Y/N's face and wiped the tears away. "Stupid, I'm not leaving you; I was just tired of pretending." He was grinning. Why the hell was he grinning now after making Y/N feel so terrible?

Y/N flipped him over on his back and wiped away his own tears. "You're so mean." Y/N pulled his cock out a little and then pushed back in and began thrusting into him. "You're so tight," Y/N groaned as he grabbed Gojo's hips. "Would it be too cheesy of me to say?" Gojo cleared his throat. "Only for you." He smiled, then his eyes rolled slightly at a particularly hard thrust. "Yeah, it would," Y/N smirked as he tilted his hips up and hit Gojo's prostate.

"Hic~ fuck ahh hah." His eyes closed as Y/N hit that spot. "Already?" Y/N tilted his head as he began moving his hips faster. "You fucking playing with me shit." Gojo gripped the bedsheets as he felt Y/N speed up. It felt too good, shit, were his eyes rolling back. "Hah, that's so cute." Y/N cupped Gojo's chin. "Cumming~" Gojo tensed as his cum splattered all over his stomach. "Hic—just fucking cum, please." Gojo whimpered as he felt the overstimulation settling in. "Mhm, don't worry, I'm close." Y/N picked up the speed as he held Gojo's body close. When he was close to his climax, he buried himself as deep as he could and came. "Fuck" Y/N and Gojo groaned as Y/N pulled out a little just to thrust back in again. "Hah, stop," Gojo grabbed one of Y/N's arms. "But I still gotta punish you for ignoring me." Y/N smirked, "Eek, just go easy." Gojo's eyes widened as Y/N sped back up

At school the next day.

“Hey, your ‘boyfriend’ is watching us again.” One of your friends points to a nearby tree where Gojo is hiding. You turn around and see him; he’s walking over here. “Hey, Y/N, you forgot this yesterday at my house.” Gojo hands you your school bag. “Oh, thanks.” Y/N takes his bag from Gojo’s hand. Gojo begins walking away, but you stop him. “Wait.” Y/N pulls Gojo and fixes his collar. “You can’t just be showing these people; they’re going to ask questions.” Y/N covers up the hickeys on Gojo’s neck, his own marks showing. “Ok… I love you.” Y/N says quietly, then pushes him away. “Now go away before I hurt you.” You yell as a blush appears on your cheeks, and Gojo smiles and walks away. “I thought you said you’d never love him.” One of your friends' chuckles. “I don’t I hate him.” Y/N huffs.

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Ok so Ive got about 1000+ words rn on the fanfic and it's going good a little writers block here and there but overall good but I think that instead of Gojo being a yandere hes more obsessed with Y/N with so features of yandere nature like stalking having cameras in your house you know the normal stuff. I might call it Twisted Devotion but if yall have any better ideas you can comment them.

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Rockstar Revelation

Chapter 3

[Male reader-insert, amab, Kissing, reader is mistaken as a woman but doesn't correct anyone. Andrew x Male reader.]

"Hey Andrew, over here." Y/N stood up from where she was sitting and waved Andrew over. As soon as Andrew saw Y/N, he immediately walked over to her, trying to avoid the crowd of people walking. "There's alot more people here than I thought there would be." Y/N smiled at Andrew, and he smiled back. "Yeah, there is... Where are we going first?" Andrew looked away from Y/N and turned his head, looking around. "Well, first, I wanna go shoe shopping," Y/N laughs as she grabs Andrew's hand as he begins to walk with her.

At the shoe store, Y/N looked at black platform sandals with a wedge heel that have a heart chain. She picks them up and turns to Andrew. "What's your opinion on these shoes?" Y/N smiles and sits down on a bench near by. "I think they look nice. You're gonna try them on." Andrew smiles back at her as he looks down at Y/N. Y/N groans and then smiles up at Andrew. "Can you help me put on the shoe?" Y/N raises her foot up to Andrew, and Andrew reluctantly kneels on the ground to take off Y/N's shoe and fit her for the shoes she picked out. Y/N leans down, looking at Andrew trying to fit the shoe onto her foot. 'He looks so hot on his knees.' y/N thought to herself, and she put her finger on his chin, raising it up for him to look at her. "I think those shoes are too small; try a bigger one." Y/N then leaned away from him, sitting up straight as Andrew got up with a blush covering his face. 'God, why does she have to be so hot?'

After Y/N picked out her shoes, she dragged Andrew into the hot topic, looking at the jeweraly. She looked at some black star earrings and picked them up, then found some sunglasses that had stars on the side. She quickly threw them on, then looked in the mirror, smiling to herself. After looking at more stuff, she went to look for Andrew and found him in the very back of the store. "What are you looking for?" Y/N pops around the corner, making Andrew jump and drop the thing he was holding, but he quickly kicks it under the shelf before you can see it. "You know, just looking at some stuff." Andrew paused as he realized what he was standing in front of. "And you know, I happened to stumble across these, um." Andrew turned bright red as he turned away from Y/N. "Ashley told me to pick it up for her if we came here." Andrew bent down to pick up the dildo, which he kicked under the shelf and placed on top of the shelf. Y/N burst out laughing as Andrew awkwardly walked away. "Oh, my Andrew, are you scared of a plastic dick? What's wrong?" you tease him as you pick up the dildo and throw it at him. "Don't be embarrassed. If you want, I'll buy it for you." Y/N smiles reassuringly at him, which Andrew nods at as he puts it into a black bag and then into Y/N's bakset of things. "Come on, can you help me pick out some waist beads?" Y/N walks over to the waist beads, picking up a couple to look at. "What's the theme of your outfit?" Andrew also looks at a couple on the shelf "Stars." Y/N smiles as litteral stars appear in her eyes. "Well, how about this one?" Andrew lightly blushes as he picks up a waist bead that has stars on it. Y/N looks at the beads and smiles, "Perfect." Y/N takes it, then puts it in her cart.

Y/N and Andrew walked around the mall for a few more hours, getting food, shopping, and joking around. By the time they got to the last store, they were so tired. "I just need to find two things: a tube top and some jeans." Y/N yawned as her legs hurt from walking. "Oh, look, what about that store?" Andrew pointed to a random store with maniquins in the window. One had a tube top and a pair of jeans. Y/N and Andrew walked into the store. As Y/N talked to one of the workers trying to get the outfit, she saw it in the window. When she got the outfit, she and Andrew went back into the changing room. "So did you have fun today?" Y/N said as she changed into a tube top that has a star printed on the front and bellbottom jeans that have stars on the pants. "I had fun today. I like hanging out with you." Andrew diddled with his fingers as he waited for you to get changed. When you finally finished getting changed, you walked out and posed for Andrew, smiling as he looked away. "I like this outfit." Y/N then walked towards Andrew, grabbed his chin, and turned his face back towards you. "And I'm glad you had fun." Y/N then walks away and goes back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

"There is one thing I need to tell you, though." Y/N mutters, a little scared of what he's about to say. "Hm, what's that?" Andrew hums as he gets up and gathers the shopping bags. "Im kinda maybe," Y/N pauses and takes a deep breath. "I'm a guy," Y/N mutters under his breath, and Andrew comes closer to the curtain to hear her clearer. "What was that?" Andrew sounded confused as Y/N huffed again and pulled Andrew into the changing room, making Andrew drop his bags in surprise. "I'm a guy, you know... I was born as a guy." Y/N holds Andrew by the sholder, hoping he won't run away. "Wait, so you're telling me that you're a guy?" Andrew's eyes widened. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I never told you. I was just scared of what you would think of me." You give him puppy dog eyes, hoping he would forgive you, which he did. "Fine," Andrew said as he looked away from you. Y/N smiled and gave him a hug as he returned it.

When you two finished hugging, Y/N leaned back and slowly leaned into his face. Andrew took the hint and leaned in to give Y/N a kiss back. Y/N backed Andrew into the wall of the dressing room as they intertwined their fingers together. The kiss was messy and rushed, but before the two could do anything more intimate, a door opened, startling the two as Andrew jumped out of the dressing room, grabbed up the shopping bags, and sat on the bench as the people went into a dressing room. When Y/N and Andrew left the mall after buying the clothes, Y/N looked at Andrew. "Text me when you get home," Y/N said. Before walking to his car, Andrew waved back at him.

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Masterlist

Started: 6/5/24

Last updated: 10/15/24

Total works: 9

MHA

Keigo Takami: Loving you is Complicated,

Kaminari Denki: Day 1 Kinkober

Shinsou: Nothing yet.

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota: Nothing yet.

Karma Akabane: Nothing yet.

Dangarompa

Nagito Komaeda: Day 3 Kinktober.

Kokichi Ouma: Nothing yet.

Kazuichi Soda: Nothing yet.

Fuyuhiko: Nothing yet.

Genshin Impact

Venti: Nothing yet.

Cyno: Nothing yet.

Scaramouche: Nothing yet.

Xiao: Nothing yet.

Freminet: Nothing yet.

Itto: Nothing yet.

Thoma: Nothing yet.

Ga' Ming: Nothing yet.

Lyney: Nothing yet.

Neuvillete: Nothing yet.

Zhongli: Nothing yet.

Dottore: Nothing yet.

Tartaglia: Nothing yet.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki Kusuo: Nothing yet.

Kaido Shun: Nothing yet.

Obey Me

Mammon: Nothing yet.

Leviathan: Nothing yet.

Simeon: Nothing yet.

Satan: Nothing yet.

Komi Can't Communicate

Komi Shousuke: Nothing yet.

Haikyu

Kenma Kozume: Nothing yet.

Oikawa Tooru: Nothing yet.

Nishinoya: Nothing yet.

Kuroo: Nothing yet.

TCOAAL

Andrew Graves: Rockstar Revelation Chapter 1, Rockstar Revelation Chapter 2, Rockstar Revelation Chapter 3

JJK

Gojo: Twisted Devotion, Day 2 Kinktober

Itadori: Nothing yet.

Megumi: Nothing yet.

Nanami: Nothing yet.

Choso: Nothing yet.

Toji: Just in the heat of the moment

Geto: Day 2 Kinktober

HSR

Blade: Nothing yet.

BSD

Chuuya: Nothing yet.

Kinktober '24

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Loving You Is complicated

Cheating! Keigo x Female Reader

WARNING: Angst, suicide, cheating, and toxic relationships.

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Oh, Keigo never liked Y/N. The relationship with Y/N was like a roller coaster. One moment he pampers her so much that she feels like she's in heaven, and a few days later he goes into complete ignoring mode and doesn’t even come home. And, later, of course, he doesn’t even answer your questions. You definitely don’t need to know that he spent these days with some fans in another city.

Why did he need an average person who didn’t even stand out in life? God, do you even have social media? Keigo agreed to this relationship, let's say, only for his own benefit. Now he has a home-cooked meal every night (when he gets home, of course) and a warm body in his bed. God, how he didn’t care about them. They were just a nice fuck.

At least he came home this time. But seemed completely uninterested in the conversation while Mari tried to tell them about their day. The guy was glued to the phone, nodding and occasionally making some sounds in response to your words, while looking at some half-naked photo of his fan that was sent to him in private messages. "Yes...yes, Y/N. Of course." Keigo glances up and sees that you are walking closer to him, so he closes out the conversation and goes on Tiktok. "Do you ever actually listen to me?" Y/N stands in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"I’m listening now, aren’t I?" Keigo said, without even bothering to look up from his phone. He knew he was being inconsiderate, but they were just a lump of warm flesh. A minor inconvenience that he barely thought about. Ignoring you now and then was perfectly fine, he told himself. After all, he would tell the fans that he couldn’t find the time for them because he had an unbelievably... demanding girlfriend (who would always keep him in the house). An adorable lie that would make his fans’ hearts melt in sympathy for him.

He then gives you a distracted smile before going back onto the conversation with his fan, not caring if you saw it. Those intense gold eyes met yours for a moment. But no, he pretended not to see the tiredness lurking in them. No, he didn’t see how impatient you were with him either. He looked back at his phone, already submerged in his shallow, superficial world, leaving Y/N to only drown in trying to get to him. Y/N then walks away to the kitchen to grab her phone off of the charger. "I'm going out to hook up with someone," she says, putting her phone in her pocket as she bites her finger, wanting a reaction from him. Keigo couldn't care less, though. Maybe if he continued treating you like this, you would leave him for good.

"Mmm, I’ll see you tomorrow, Mari. Don't wait up for me; I might sleep somewhere else." A casual comment was made casually, as if it were an every-day thing, which it was, but Keigo just waved you off, knowing you'd end up coming back. It wasn't the first time you cheated on him, and it wouldn't be the last. He then became even more involved in his phone, as if they had just shared a joke.

Like that, he barely paid attention to see if you actually left. He didn’t ask whom you were meeting or bother to even pretend to care. To him, every fight you two had was the same. You would argue and fight with him, leave, and eventually come back half drunk and your hair messy, apologizing that there would be no use trying to fix your hair cause he would just make it all messy again. With a casual grin, he leaned back, already humming some stupid, catchy song under his breath. You then stomp out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, crossing your arms and saying, "Ugh, shit I'm fucking tired of doing this shit with you." You grab his phone and break it, the shards percing your hands, but you let the big pieces fall to the ground.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like time had stopped. Keigo didn’t know how to act or what to say. He spent more time on that phone than on you, after all. He even handled it with that same casual ease that he used when he was with supervillains, like it was the most precious object on the planet. "Wh-what the hell, Mari?!" He exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with what could’ve been anger, but it looked a bit more like frustrated confusion. He might have slammed his hands on the table if he had room, so instead, he leaned forward like he was ready to lunge to reclaim his broken device from your grasp.

"What the—was that really necessary?" He questioned, his semi-calm self returning, but there was that undercurrent of confusion still flustering him and making him so unlike himself. He wanted to curse you out or slap you across the face, but he held himself back. "Yeah, well, I tried to fucking talk to you, but no big shot. Keigo Mr.Ladys man doesn't want to talk to his girlfriend. Well, guess what fuck you and your fans? And since we were on the topic of your fans, how about you go fuck them since you're so in love with them?" You yell, enraged, at him. You didn't care that you were acting crazy, so you picked up one of the shards from his phone and put it around your neck. "Tell me you won't cheat on me or leave me." You looked crazy because you were crazy, but he's breaking your sanity every day. "Fine, I..." Keigo paused, glancing at your neck, as if unable to choose which of the two problems was more concerning to him at the moment.

But his attention was focused on the present situation. "All right. I won’t cheat on you," he lied to you and himself, 'or at least, you won’t know if I do.' is what he wanted to finish his sentence with but decided not to say it in case you actually do anything rash, but it was true; he didn't have plans to leave you. After all, you were, as he liked to think of you, his personal plaything, someone that was there for him when he needed a warm body to fuck, no questions asked. It was the complete opposite of what he received from his fans.

"And I... I’ll even pay more attention to you. You’re my girlfriend, after all. A couple should care about each other, right?" He smiled weakly, as if to mask his discomfort with a comforting façade, making eye contact with you to emphasize his words. But his mannerisms, so soft in this situation, were quite unnatural to him and came off as so falsely sweet. He wanted to end this coverage already, but if you kept going on, you wouldn't actually kill yourself, right?. "Be serious, or I really will kill myself." Y/N brings the shard closer to her neck, making Keigo's eyes widen, alarmed, realizing you were serious. "I’m serious! Just... drop the glass, please." He motioned with his hand, very gently, to try not to alarm you. You could see how much he was tearing himself apart inside, but he wanted to save this charade and your life. He needed you, even if this relationship was toxic from the start. He knew this love was complicated.

"You mean... everything to me, Mari," he lied, cupping your chin with his hand. He wanted to sink his nails into your skin and make sure it was bruised. But that one single, feather-light touch did nothing against the fury burning inside you like a raging fire. "I’ll try harder to pay more attention to you, I promise. Don't do something you'll regret. Please." His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, almost unconsciously, his eyes pleading with you not to cross that line, but he knows you will never actually do that. But it felt different this time. You've always threatened that you would leave him or kill yourself, but you never held a weapon to yourself. "Prove it, then prove to me you love me." You smirked at him, knowing exactly what you were doing.

"Well, even though you’re—" Keigo hesitated for a moment, trying to find the kindest words that would make this mess into a sweet lie. "Less... appealing, in the physical aspect, I enjoy being around you. You’re my rock. My social savior, if I put it in the way that would make the most sense to me, I just like to have you around, so if I do feel that way, I'll use you as I wish," he said, bluntly enough, brushing a piece of hair off your face.

"You're witty, cheerful, and entertaining. In simple words, you’re my perfect opposite, Mari. I need that. I need you." With these words, he slid away from the table, getting up and trying to narrow the gap between the two of you. How genuine it was—whether it came from his desperation to keep you or it was actually the truth—nobody could say for sure. Your smile then fades from your face, finally letting go of everything. "Oh, so I'm not sexy." You put the knife closer to your neck, not caring anymore. "I don't fit your sex appeal, huh? Yet when you need to satisfy your needs, you seek "a warm body to fuck on."" You laugh in his face.

"You aren't, though," Keigo admitted, his eyes searching your face for something—mercy, maybe. "I’m not a pervert, Mari. It's true. I don't find you sexually attractive. But the absence of lust isn't the absence of love." He leans closer, his intention clear. Keigo had decided to redirect your attention to a different kind of touch, hoping to smooth things over with his own unique approach. "I thought I could just look the other way and pretend I liked you, but I can’t. It's hard every single day. But do you know why I’m still here with you?" His hand moved to circle your neck softly, holding you in place. "Because I do. I love you, Mari." Keigo then hugs Y/N close, never wanting her to leave him. Y/N then whispers into his ear, "No, you don't." She pauses before pulling the shard away from her neck. "Loving you is complicated, and you never loved me enough." Y/N says before as she slits her throat, blood leaving your body quickly, making Keigo's eyes go wide as he pulled his face away and his hand flew to your now bleeding wound before he paused, paling as your body slumped to the ground, his eyes glazing over, until finally, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn't think. He just moved, heaving you into his arms, trying to get you to stand up, drowning his face in your shirt, and trying to hold you up and stop the bleeding. The blood was cold against his touch. He was helpless. All this time he spent convincing himself he didn't care about you while ignoring all the warning signs. It was too late to try and undo the damage. He rocked you in his arms, making quiet, chirping noises of distress, until his phone began to buzz to life. It took him too long to realize he hadn't responded back to one of his fans. He thought of letting you go to read the text, but he disregarded it in favor of you. He sat down on the floor against the wall and stared silently out the window. He gripped your hand tighter in his, unwilling to let go even as your blood spilled on the floor, even covering his hand. It was then that he started sobbing; even as the police arrived, he didn't want this to be real. "Loving you is complicated."

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A/N: This story is based of a bot from janitor.ai. If you wanna talk to the bot yourself the name of the bot is Keigo Takami and it's by Yunosko. Also based off the song U by Kendric Lamar.

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Rockstar Revelation

Chapter 2

[Male reader-insert, amab, masturbation, reader is mistaken as a woman but doesn't correct anyone. Andrew x Male reader.]

"Andrew I didn't know that you knew how to play the electric guitar. Can you play that again? I think I have some lyrics that can go with that." Y/N smiles while Andrew nods and begins to play the same chords. Y/N waits a few seconds, trying to get into the beat, and then begins singing. "I don't know what I am, but I want you to show me. I don't want to have the capacity to feel lonely. I want you to destroy me, so I'll feel better. I don't wanna leave this moment ever, ever, ever. I wanna leave this world with you. I wanna become something better with you. I wanna fuck our bodies into broken shells. I wanna lose ourselves forever. I wanna put you in my mouth. I wanna crush you in my jaws. I wanna" Y/N stops singing after realizing what she sang and seeing Andrew looking at her.

"Sorry, I got a little into it." Y/N rubs the back of her neck, feeling a little embarrassed. "Wow, that was wow." Andrew's face looks shocked and amazing. He then brings a knuckle to his mouth and starts nervously biting it, a habit he usually has. "What's wrong?" Y/N walked closer to him.

"Nothing," Andrew responded quickly as he backed away from Y/N. "It's just that I was wondering if you want to join me for dinner." Andrew bit down on his finger so hard that blood drew out of it. "Sure, I don't mind; I've only been eating takeout, so it would be nice to eat a home-cooked meal for once," Y/N smiles, trying to reassuring Andrew. "Oh, really?" Andrew sighs out in relief. "Well, um, you know where I live, so um, I'll text you when the food is almost finished." Andrew has to stop himself from jumping up and down. "I'll see you later," Y/N smiles as Andrew walks out.

|When Andrew gets home|

"Ashley, get your ass up and help me cook," Andrew yells as he walks into the shared room. "Can't we just eat takeout?" Ashley groans as she rolls over to look at him. "Where the hell have you been?" Ashley gets up to interrogate her brother. "None of your fucking business," Andrew pushes past her to put down his guitar and then walks to the kitchen. "We have a guest, so help me cook," Andrew says, tying his hair back. "Oh my god, is it another bitch you met and also no slut you've been with liked your cooking, so I don't know what the difference would be now?" Ashley laughs at him, but stops laughing when she sees Andrew coming towards her with a knife.

"For your information, you're the one that always made them spit out the food because you overseasoned it with chili." Andrew traps Ashley against the wall, holding a knife against her neck. "Not my fault; they can't handle a little chili." Ashley wanted to kick and fight her brother, but she was scared he might actually stab her. Andrew then walked away from her to finish cutting the chicken. "So do you want me to-?" Ashley started to speak but got cut off by a glare. She waved him off and went to sit on the couch.

After awhile, the food had finally finished cooking, so he texted Y/N to come over. When Y/N arrived at the house, she rang the doorbell, which Ashley answered due to Andrew being in the bathroom. She eyed Y/N up and down. "So you are?" Ashley looked at Y/N in disgust, even though she knew exactly who was at her door. "Im (stage name), but you can also call me Y/N." Y/N smiled, trying to be as kind as possible. "Hm." She eyed her down again before being pulled by the hair by Andrew to get out of the way.

"Sorry about her, you must've been so hot waiting out here in the heat," Andrew apologized as he let Y/N in. She smiled. "People pleaser," Ashley whispered as she walked to the couch, but almost trips due to Andrew "whore." Andrew then walks towards Y/N and shows her the dining room.

Ashley got up from the couch, practically slitering her body towards the dining table. "You wouldn't want your little sister to starve, would you?" Ashley smiles while sitting next to Y/N. "So what do you like about my brother? Do you like him because of how he looks? Or do you like the way he talks? Or when you're in bed with him. Oh no, wait, its his di-" Ashley gets interrupted in the middle of her sentence due to Andrew kicking her shin. "Shut the fuck up and eat your food." Andrew glares at her. Ashley just glares back.

"Yall two are just the cutest. I used to have fights just like this when I was younger. Y/N completely ignored the context Ashley implied in her rant and ate her food with a smile. Ashley and Andrew just stared at her and then went back to eating. After everyone was done eating, Ashley went into her room while Andrew and Y/N talked. "I had a nice time. I think your sister is nice, just a little weird." Y/N smiled, and Andrew laughed. "Weird is the right word, I guess." Andrew rolled his eyes, recounting the crazy things his sister has done in the past. Y/N then leaned on Andrew and then titled her head up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank's again," Y/N stepped back. "I'll call you when I get home." Y/N smiled and waved as she walked away. Feeling proud, he smiled to himself, doing something so ballsy that he was feeling a little mischievous.

When Y/N got home, he washed up and laid down. Tomorrow was the day he would tell Andrew he was a guy. Or maybe just let him find out. Y/N took out his phone and called Andrew, which he answered after a few rings. "Yeah," Andrew answered. "Just calling to tell you I got home safe." Y/N sounds energetic, while Andrew found himself sounding tired and bored, which Y/N noticed. "Oh, shit did I wake you up?" Y/N apologized. "No, no, it's fine. I'm not even sleepy." Andrew got up from his bed and walked into the living room when he saw Ashley turn and groan.

Andrew and Y/N talked for awhile, so whenever Y/N's voice started to sound more sleepy and sexy to him, he thought he was going crazy and thought he was disgusting for thinking like this, but his body seemed to disagree with him, so when he looked down, he cursed himself. "Andrew you alright, you haven't said anything." Y/N sounds concerned. Andrew responded back quickly to reassure her, but while he was talking to her, he quickly took off his pants, covering the sound with his voice. He knew what he was doing was wrong.

Andrew and Y/N talked for awhile, so whenever Y/N's voice started to sound more sleepy and sexy to him, he thought he was going crazy and thought he was disgusting for thinking like this, but his body seemed to disagree with him, so when he looked down, he cursed himself. "Andrew you alright, you haven't said anything." Y/N sounds concerned. Andrew responded back quickly to reassure her, but while he was talking to her, he quickly took off his pants, covering the sound with his voice. He knew what he was doing was wrong.

As Y/N started talking again, Andrew took his cock into his hand. All he could do was picture Y/N, her soft hands stroking him to completion, and her lips that would kitty lick the head of his cock, teasing him. The tension in his body built as he stroked himself faster as their conversation went on. "And they just kept cheering for me; it felt amazing," Y/N recounted. The sound of her voice was so nice. Andrew could feel it—the heat spreading through his body—but honestly, it went straight to his dick.

In a few quick motions, Andrew was reaching his peak. Andrew shoved his face into the couch and let out muffled moans as he came. Andrew stroked himself until he felt the right amount of sensitivity. He pulled up his pants, instantly regretting what he had just done.

"So, Andrew, do you want to go to the mall with me tomorrow?" Y/N asked while smiling at his phone, hoping to see Andrew outside work again. "Sure," Andrew answered out of breath. After Andrew got off call with Y/N, he went into the bathroom and splashed water on his face as he stared at himself in the mirror. "I can't believe I just fucking did that." Andrew pulled his eyelids down. "And I have to fucking see her tomorrow." Andrew splashed more water on his face, then turned off the faucet, turned off the light in the bathroom, and went to bed with his head in his pillow.

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Rockstar Revalation

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Rockstar Revelation

Chapter 1

[Male reader-insert, amab, reader is mistaken as a woman but doesn't correct anyone. Andrew x Male reader.]

She always looks so peaceful on stage. Even though she’s shouting and saying wild things, she remains surprisingly calm.

Ashley always forbids me from going to (stage name's) shows, but I still go. (Stage name) is captivating when she sings. However, the current lyrics she’s performing are rather unconventional: "I bleed for you, and now I’m gushin. I bleed for you, but you never cared." Although it is quite a strange lyric to be singing, everyone has appreciated her songs very much.

At the end of the show, Y/N walks to the center of the stage. "Thank you everyone for coming out," she waves as she walks off the stage with her bodyguards. Everyone runs up to her, trying to get any type of attention from her. Which she happily turns around and agrees to sign autographs.

Whenever Andrew gets to the front of the line, he has a plushie of her, and she smiles as he nonchalantly hands her the plushie, not wanting to seem too eager. She takes the plushie and signs the tag, then lifts it up and smiles. "I hope you had a nice time at the show. This is the second-to-last show." Y/N smiles as she hands him the plushie back.

"I'll let you in on a little secret." Y/N leans into his ear to whisper, "My next album is going to be pop rock." She then backs away, smiling, "I've already written a song for the album. Wanna hear it?" she says, putting her hands behind her back. "Yeah, sure," Andrew says, trying to act cool and collected even though his favorite singer is whispering in his ear. He almost lost his balance there.

"Oh, I think you're standing on my left foot; it's hurting, but that's ok cause I'm in your way. You'll break that foot that you're standing on; I'll walk with the other one." Andrew was mesmerized by her singing and how she was composing and sharing a lyric with a fan she just met. "That was amazing," Andrew responds after he sees Y/n waiting for his feedback. "Thanks; also, do you want a picture?" Y/n gets up from her chair to take a picture.

Andrew takes out his phone to take a picture in a slight hurry as she leans on him and throws a peace sign as Andrew takes the photo. Y/n smiles as she gets off him. She waves goodbye as she walks off with her bodyguards. Andrew looks at the photo as he also walks away to his car. He can't let Ashley ever know about this.

|A few weeks later|

When Andrew gets home from grocery shopping, he sees Ashley sitting on the couch on her phone, waiting for him. "I didn't want you to go out by yourself; some girl could have hit on you." She watches him put the groceries away, gets up, and heads to the kitchen, crossing her arms as soon as she gets in there. "What do you care if a girl hits on me? We needed food anyway." Andrew takes out some premade chicken wings and pops them in the oven as Ashley walks close behind him as he walks to the couch, turning on the TV. On TV, it shows Y/n and some interviewees talking about her new album.

"So, (stage name), what is your plan for the new album?" The interviewer sips his coffee, not really all that interested in what the artist has to say. "On my new album, it's going to be a pop rock genre, and I wanted to do something new and exciting," Y/n said with fake laughs, knowing nobody the interviewer didn't really care. "Oh, my (stage name), what made you want to change the genre? I can also see it in your outfit that you're making a big change," he laughs if you dissect his words. He's making fun of her outfit, thinking it's tacky.

"Thank you," Y/n fake smiles, trying not to acknowledge his jab at her outfit. "What made me want to make a change was this amazing fan of mine that I met after my last show." She smiled as she asked one of the people offstage to put up a picture she told them to put up before the show started. The picture was of her and Andrew. The picture she had her photographers take was taken in secret.

"If the person for whom I took this picture is currently watching this show, I would love it if you came to my last show and sat in the front row because I really want you to be on this next album with me." y/n laughs and then starts talking again, but it's very muffled to Andrew because of the shock. Ashley is staring at the woman on the TV angrily.

"You went to her fucking show when I told you fucking not to," Ashley screams as she jumps on her brother to fight him. "Ashley, did you not hear her? I'm going to be on her next album." Andrew still looks bewildered. "No, you're fucking not; she only wants to exploit you for money, or maybe she found you hot and wants to have your babies." Ashley punches his chest. Andrew just blushes at the thought. "You fucking dick," Ashley screams as she beats him up.

|At the show|

"Before the show starts in my latest interview, I talked about a certain fan, and if that fan is on stage, can you please come on stage or my bodyguards please let him on stage?" Y/N shouts out into her mic. Andrew then pushes himself to the front, being pushed by people also trying to get to the front. Once Andrew gets to the front, he taps on one of the bodyguards, and the guard recognizes him from whenever he took a picture with Y/N. The guard excorts him to the stage.

As Andrew walks on stage, Y/N sets her mic down and goes over to him. "Hey, so glad to see you. I'm glad you were watching my interview." Y/N smiles as she talks to him. Andrew can only think this is a dream. "So here is my contact information so we can talk about the album and so I can get to know you." Y/N hands him a paper from her cargo pants. "Alright, I hope you enjoy the show," Y/N yells so everyone can hear as she runs back to her mic on stage.

Andrew walks off stage surrounded by bodyguards, so he doesn't get jumped by jealous fans. As he looked at her number on the paper, he blushed slightly. He enjoyed her last show, not just because he got her number but because she kept glancing and smiling at him during the show. Man, was he lucky?