#Naoya lemon

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

wip game !! ✩

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

ty for the tags my beloveds @kissxcore @mossmurdock @shotorus @staryukis @elusivemoon <333

i wasn’t sure if i should do this at first bUT i realized it’s good for my lack of accountability + literally Everyone else is doing it so 😭😭 here i am !! hehe.

almost none of these have names but they r all very precious to me so if any concept catches ur attention pls dont hesitate to ask !!! i’d loveee to talk abt them i’ll give u a kiss on the forehead too <33

satoru gojo:

satoru x sorcerer!reader

sick!satoru x doting!reader

satoru x grieving!reader

suguru geto:

knight!sugu x royalty!reader

knight!sugu x townsfolk!reader (separate au from the one above !!)

sappy drunk!sugu x reader

single dad!sugu x roommate!reader

sugu x reader w intimacy issues

teen!sugu x teen!reader (prequel piece to there was no place in nature we could meet)

wolf/hunter!sugu x little red riding hood!reader

(platonic!)cult leader!geto / child!reader

kenjaku:

best friend’s brother!kenjaku x reader

artist!kenjaku x reader

kenjaku x unhinged!reader

others

satosugu x aroace!reader

skatergirl!nobara x reader

naoya x masc-coded!reader

stay-at-home husband!sukuna x reader

(platonic!)toji / teen!reader

comedy duo!kenkaba x reader

aki x convenience store clerk!reader (csm)

(i think most of my moots have done this / been tagged alr so im playing it safe and not tagging anyone BUT im soo excited for all ur wips !!!!! the ones ive heard abt are so so tasty!!)

[naoyaslut]

pairings: naoya x fem reader

warnings: a little fluff, soft naoya, some scheming from toji

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On your 18th birthday, Naoya traveled three days and three nights with an entourage to greet you. On this day, the day you became a woman, you were promised to him, and he was eager as ever to bring you home, to marry you, and have you as his wife. 

His mother had told him of how beautiful you had grown and made a point to drill into his thick skull that he was your knight in shining armor. He was destined to wed you and protect the family that the two of you would have. 

This marriage will end all the suffering and nonsense between the Zenin and L/N families, you must cherish her and protect her for the sake of us all Naoya... do you understand?  

His mother had been putting all of this in his head since your first meeting when you were nothing but a child. Naoya wondered if your family had done the same. 

He declined the company of his father Naobito, because he was more than capable of escorting you back on his own. Without his drunken conduct. 

The gates to the L/N estate opened slowly in response to the Zenin’s clan arrival, greeted by the head of the clan himself.  

“Naoya-sama, it’s good to see you once again, please follow me, we have much to discuss,”  

Naoya reciprocated a slight nod as he was led onto the property, his entourage following behind him closely.  

Once inside, Naoya was escorted into an oversized room, his peers left outside the door so that he and the chief could speak in private. 

Something about the whole experience didn’t sit right with Naoya. He did not need to speak to this man, he was only here to claim his wife and take her back to the Zenin estate where she belonged. 

“These courtesies are very unnecessary, as I do not intend to stay long,” Naoya watched as the head of the clan, Y/N’s father Hiroshi, sat at a large wooden table, pouring himself a glass of wine.  

He seemingly ignored what Naoya had said altogether, his eyes rolling over his stiff appearance instead. 

“You look different than the last time I saw you,” Hiroshi mumbled, bringing his glass to his lips to draw some of the wine in his mouth. “The blonde hair suits you,” 

“I’m here to retrieve my wife,” Naoya insisted, taking a step forward so that he stood beside the table. He didn’t sit, instead those icy grey eyes of his nearly burned into Hiroshi’s being. “The small talk isn’t needed, Hiroshi,” 

Hiroshi sat his glass down on the table and leaned against the backrest of his chair. He stroked his greying beard in thought before turning back to Naoya. 

“I would have thought that you had no interest in marrying a l/n, you seemed so above it at the initial proposal,”  

Hiroshi was right. When he saw how young you were, he had no interest in marrying a child, but things had changed. You were his future; his mother saw it in her dreams. Her premonitions were always right. 

Now it was Naoya’s time to ignore Hiroshi’s words. He was growing frustrated with the idle chit-chat. The trip home was long, and he wished to depart before the sunset. 

“I’m here to retrieve, my wife ,” Naoya reiterated, his jaw setting in a hard line. 

“Naoya-sama, there has been a change in the proposal, Naoya-sama,” 

- 

Your stomach turned uncomfortably as you stood in the full-length mirror. Xiah, your lady-in-waiting smoothed over your kimono and finished the last-minute touches on your hair. It was a newer kimono, not too extravagant but elegant enough to be formal.  

Today was the day that you were supposed to meet Naoya. You’d been waiting all day and you wondered when your father would be coming to fetch you.  

You were nervous. It had been years since you had met Naoya, but you remembered exactly what he looked like.  

“You look beautiful, I’m sure the young lord will be pleased,” Xiah smiled while she continued to adjust your kimono. 

The door to your bedroom opening drew both yours and Xiah’s attention, you both watched in surprise as Sanosuke entered the room with a questionable smile on his face. 

“Oh, well don’t you look dashing, what’s the occasion?” Sanosuke asked as if he didn’t know that you were supposed to meet Naoya Zenin today. 

Your face reddened in embarrassment while you tried not to become frazzled at what you supposed was his way of teasing you. 

“I’m supposed to see Naoya Zenin today, of course,” The words were shaky, you turned your eyes back to your reflection in agitation at your brother’s carefree attitude. 

You heard him gasp in response and he crossed the room to stand beside you in the full-length mirror. Swiping stray hair away from your face, his brows rose in unison a look of sympathy on his handsome features. 

“Did father not tell you, sister?”  

You felt your heart drop into your stomach at his mocking tone. It feigned sadness and was obviously insincere.  

“Tell me what?” you asked, feeling your mouth go dry in anticipation of his answer. 

“The engagement is off, you’re not marrying Naoya Zenin,” 

There was a long pause before you began to breathe again and the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating heavily in your chest. Sanosuke was still talking but you couldn’t make out any of his words through your surprise.  

From that day forward, your would-be marriage was never spoken of again. Life went on as if you weren’t promised the Zenin family’s only son so many years ago. At first, the decision weighed on your mind heavily. You were curious as to why suddenly, the marriage was off. Had he changed his mind? Or did it have something to do with your mother’s recent passing? 

You never got the courage to ask your father and you never brought it up again... after all, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t even remember what Naoya looked like. You met him once five years ago and the only thing you could recall was his kindness. 

It took about a week for the storm to finally blow over. The temperatures were still cold, but the snow began to melt making traveling more likely for vendors, the help, and other Zenin members throughout the estate. 

This was the first time in a long while that you had ventured down to the other wing of the estate. The place where both you and Naoya stayed before the whole Emi fiasco occurred. Lianne had dressed you warmly in a luxurious lavender gown, lined with wool underneath. It was as comfortable as it was warm, the long-sleeved silk embroidered in gold around the cuffs and collar. 

It unnerved you deeply that you were in the presence of the others in the estate. Naobito, Ougi, Jinichi, and Toji were all present, seated around the large table. You felt as if you didn’t belong here, as if there were some kind of meeting that was about to take place, but instead, it was only a family dinner. 

Naoya escorted you to the table pulling a chair out for you with his free hand, urging you to sit with a gentle nudge at the small of your back.  

You inhaled shakily, unwrapping your left arm from his forearm with it joining your right hand that rested atop the small, rounded protrusion about your abdomen as if you were shielding yourself from prying eyes.  

Naobito as per usual had a wine glass in hand that was filled to the brim with a light sake. He brought his glass to his lips greedily drinking down half of the liquid while he eyed the bulge on your belly. Sitting the wine glass down on the table he was the first to speak, diverting his eyes to Naoya. 

“So, she is pregnant perhaps she’s not so broken,” he mentioned offhandedly. 

The help began to enter the dining room and like clockwork began sitting out dishes of all sorts on the table. Though the room remained deathly quiet aside from the clatter of glass and metal cutlery Naoya swiftly came to your defense. 

“Father, I won’t condone you disrespecting my wife. We’re here for dinner, simply because you requested it. The dinner table is not the place for the discussion of her condition,” Naoya nearly commanded.  

You watched Naoya from the corner of your eye and could see that he was already growing irate. His jaw clenched in frustration once he heard Naobito begin to speak once again. 

“I wouldn’t have to bring it up at the dinner table if you’d communicate with me like an adult,” His wine glass graced his lips once more as he took another messy gulp. “But I will respect your wishes,” 

You were grateful that this was the end of that conversation. Everything went on for a bit like a normal dinner. All the Zenin men had their fill of wine and food during the evening, Toji the first one to finish and excuse himself rather abruptly. 

Naoya was next, he turned to you to inquire about how you were feeling. You were sated, instead of wine you drank tea, and you had your fill of the large spread in front of you.  

“Retiring so early son? Don’t you wish to spend the evening with the men of the family?” Naobito held up his glass beckoning a woman standing off in the corner to come fill his glass. 

She moved hurriedly, tipping the bottle of wine over so that his glass was filled to the brim, close to overflowing. She bowed after and took a step back away from the table, not quite retreating just yet. 

Naobito continued to speak before Naoya had a chance to respond motioning towards the woman who was dressed in a delicate plain kimono. Her hair was dense and dark brown, her eyes wide in concern while Naoya helped you stand. 

“I can’t believe you were going to have this one killed, there plenty of uses for her about the estate,” 

Naoya became rigid once he turned to glance in his father’s direction. The woman he was referring to was Emi. She was supposed to be in the dungeons, dead and frozen by now. But here she was at his father’s side dressed modestly. She almost looked innocent; her expression slightly troubled. 

You were surprised. Though it pleased you that Emi was alive and well, Naoya seemed absolutely livid at the notion. His irritation only seemed to be escalating. Perhaps he did intend on having her killed.  

“What in the hell is the traitor doing out of shackles?” Naoya barked. His gaze wandered from Emi over to Naobito, who was lounging nonchalantly in his seat. 

“I’d rather have her warming my bed than rotting down in the crypt,” Naobito retorted easily. 

Scoffing in irritation Naoya glared in his father’s direction.  

“Careful the wench doesn’t poison you in your sleep,” Naoya turned without another word guiding you toward the dining room exit. He was now determined to get you back to your quarters, so that you could rest comfortably. 

Naoya hastily grabbed your hand and the two of you left the dining room without another word. Naoya’s pace was brisk as if he were trying to get as far away as possible from this part of the estate. He was moving so quickly that you were having a hard time keeping up, even so with his hand clutched around your forearm.  

“Naoya, w-wait,” you begged, stumbling into his arms when he came to an abrupt stop. “You’re going too fast...”  

You sighed in relief once he had stopped trying to catch a long breath and calm your rising heart rate. Naoya apologized profusely while resting a hand on your lower back. 

“I’m sorry, are you hurt?” he asked. 

“No, I’m fi-” 

“Naoya-sama!” 

The two of you were interrupted by Emi who came barreling from around the corridor slightly out of breath. She dropped to her knees in front of Naoya pushing her nose into the tile of the floor underneath. 

You could feel Naoya’s body get tense under your fingertips as she spoke... his body temperature seemed to rise as he began to fume. He kept his eyes on you, unwilling to grace Emi with any of his attention.  

It was obvious to you that he was struggling with his temper. He was pissed. And he began to tremble slightly, his fingers winding tightly in the skirts of your gown. 

He didn’t respond, but you turned your eyes on Emi who was still kneeling a few feet away from both of you. Clearing your throat, you waited for Emi to rise sitting back on her haunches as she did. 

She folded both hands into one another, her fingers interlaced while she bowed her head once again. 

“Naoya-sama... Lady Zenin. Please accept my sincere apology... I swear I never meant to cause any harm-”  

Emi’s voice trembled as she spoke, and you could see the tears she had in her eyes moments earlier dip down onto the tile below into a small puddle.  

“Shut your filthy mouth,” Naoya spat. His hands remained tangled in your dress, but those grey eyes of his now cold and piercing burned into Emi. “The only reason you’re not already dead is because my wife wanted me to spare you. If you approach me or lady Zenin again, I’ll kill you myself,” 

With that, he turned away from Emi to reach down to lift your legs cradling you in his arms, as if you were a brand-new bride stalking in the direction of your shared bedroom. 

Emi was left in the corridor alone, her eyes wide, red, and brimming with tears. Naoya absolutely despised her. Toji told her that there was only one way that Naoya would forgive her. She had to do it as quickly as possible. 

The rest of the evening had passed rather quietly. After a bath and a cup of hot tea to settle your nerves, Naoya took it upon himself to tend to you personally, rather than have Lianne do it tonight. 

Groaning in content, your head lolled off to the side lazily as Naoya’s large hands kneaded into the tense muscles of your neck and back. 

“How is this?” he asked, thick digits digging into your lower back to alleviate the stiffness.  

“It’s good,” you drawled, leaning your head back to rest on his bare shoulder. 

He had been dutifully tending to you for about an hour or so, first starting with your legs and your back, and then gently massaging your neck and shoulders. It was obvious that he was tense and shamefully aroused, for you could feel the firmness of his manhood pressing against your backside. But he remained on task doing his best to keep you comfortable.  

Your eyes felt shut for a moment a jolt of electricity shooting up your spine upon feeling Naoya’s lips graze the column of your throat. 

“Tired?” he asked, the hands that were resting on your shoulders drifting down to settle at your abdomen.  

You were tired. Exhausted. But it was impossible to ignore the heat and want that exuded from your husband behind you. He had been so careful with you since finding out about your pregnancy, that you weren’t even sure the last time he had tried to touch you. 

Avoiding his question, you placed your hands over his instead of adjusting in his lap. The silk chemise you were wearing almost bunched up around your hips. 

“Naoya, you’re poking me,” you mumbled. 

“I know, I’m sorry... let's get you to bed,” Naoya suggested. 

He tried to remove his hands from your belly, but instead, you interlocked your fingers with his to keep them in place.  

“No... not yet,” With your hand still interlaced over his, you guided his hand so that it rested in between the heat of your thighs. “Touch me please,” Your voice trembled as his fingertips grazed over that sensitive nub that was now pulsing with need.  

Naoya took over without any hesitation dipping his index and middle fingers into the moistness of your slit. He sucked in a ragged breath listening to you whine in complaint, his fingers coaxing that sweet little hole of yours to open up for them. You weren’t wearing any undergarments. 

“Is this what you want?” his voice had grown ragged, while he teased you amazed at how wet you already were. 

“Y-yes, please,” you mewled while your thighs trembled in anticipation.  

The next few moments were lost... you didn’t notice when you had been shifted onto all fours, didn’t notice when Naoya had placed the pillows on the bed so that they rested under your belly to keep you comfortable. 

The only thing that registered in that foggy mind of yours was the searing heat of him sinking into you slowly from behind. It sent a ferocious tingle up your spine, your walls coiling snugly against him once he was inside. 

And although he was gentle with you throughout the night, his powerful, slow thrusts seemed to send you over the edge much sooner than you had ever gone before. 

You didn’t remember anything after he sent you toppling over the edge of the earth. Just his warmth and the darkness of your dreams guiding you into the dawn of the next day. 

[miekasa]

mie!! your little baker!nanami drabble was so cute :,)) thank you for indulging me LMAO

he’s so darling and,,, so!!! thinking about gojo secretly arranging for you two to meet. gojo has nanami bring some pastries to the servants quarters in the basement of the palace; theyre to be served at the upcoming ball in honor of your birthday. you’re in a meeting with your advisors and cabinet when gojo comes in, swiftly making his way over to your place amongst the large rectangular table. he bends down and whispers in your ear about… something about an expected visitor? you weren’t expecting anybody today… but you trust him so you excuse yourself and follow his lead. you’re heading down to the basement, somewhere a noble lady like you should not be, so you persistently ask him where he’s taking you to which he remains silent and simply smirks at.

when you reach the back entrance of the kitchens, one that leads into a bustling courtyard, you see a familiar figure loading out some boxes out of a carriage and then it hits you. you haven’t seen him in so long; clashing schedules, your cabinet has been watching your every move like hawks, just being busy. when he turns around, stunned to see you in front of him, you both can’t help but share shy smiles.

ok i’ll shut up now!! im sorry mie.. anyways.. i hope you’ve been well, that life has been treating you good. how has the new year been for you??

— doc dad levi anon

HHHH PLEASEE!!! Thinking about him so hard right now, kicking my feet and shit goddddddd... something about the secret meetings... the emotional tug-of-war because you’re taught you can never be too sure about anything as the princess, plus the less than favorable stories about marriage as you’ve heard from other women... but Kento is so different, so chivalrous, it almost makes you want to throw your hesitations away completely... but then it would be selfish, wouldn’t it?—to uproot his lifestyle and force him to comply with restrictions of royalty and the weight of the crown—and yet, a small part of you wonders if he’d be willing to bear that burden with you, anyway. The doubt... the chivalry... the secrecy... the rivalry... the yearning... a slow burn for the history book for sure.  

The fact remains that you have other suitors, but none of them cater to your needs quite like Kento. Despite only ever meeting him privately either before sunrise, or long after sunset, your time with him is nothing short of incredible. He cooks for you, gardens with you, crafts for you, talks to you—you thought you’d go mad eventually with how much people talk at you, demanding your attention, or bringing their fruitless concerns to you because you’re the princess. Cliché as it might be, Kento sees you as more than that; you’re someone precious, yes, someone to be wooed and worshipped—but he thinks that despite your royal status, not because of it.  

And so, after experiencing the intimacy of just... knowing someone, seeing Kento in public is almost painful, because the fact remains that he is not the only one courting you, nor is he favored vote—despite having not pushed back against Satoru’s argument for his eligibility, it’s evident most of the elders prefer the likes of Toji and Naoya, purely for monetary manipulation and military weaponization—because public is reserved for shy smiles, for pinkies that never quite meet but hook the shared air as you pass each other anyway, for signaling that you have a crumb on your lower lip rather than reaching a napkin to your skin to whisk it away for you. Even so, the endless flowers and ostentatious shows of wealth you receive from other suitors doesn’t hold a candle to sharing a cup of tea with Kento.

[kivrumi]

ᡣ𐭩SEVEN 𐙚MASTERLIST

ʚ PAIRINGS : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Kento Nanami, Naoya Zenin ɞ

{ it is not stated here who the reader ends up with, the story is to find out.. }

NON-CURSE AU | COLLEGE AU

꒰ SUMMARY : How did you end up in such a mess with various guys? From strangers, friends, and crushes to ex-boyfriends and enemies. How did, what you thought was simple, life turn out like this? And who exactly were you to end up with?

꒰ WARNINGS : SLOWBURN - NSFW 18+ - mature & sexual themes - smut / lemon - language - violence - mentions of obsessive behaviour - sub/dom mentions - angst andd fluff :3

EXPLANATION OF HOW THE STORY WORKS HERE

𐙚 chapter 1 - psycho

𐙚 chapter 2 - burger queen

𐙚 chapter 3 - toji fushiguro

𐙚 chapter 4 - fuck virgins

𐙚 continuing...

[lavender-ages]

what if even lemon grab couldn't handle naoya's misogyny so he decides to sentence naoya to 1000 years later in the dungeons. fast forward years later, naoya is extremely feeble and ancient and he still hates women.

I keep receiving this type of asks about Naoya and Adventure Time so I suppose you're the same anon sending them all

Can you just stop? They're boring me at this point. I enjoy talking about Naoya's role in the story but he's far from being a favourite....far from having me replying to all these (yours?) asks about him in various situations lol

Send something more interesting...or maybe don't send anything at all 🫶

[tqotsx3]

i ca tell this is a SINISTER PLOT to REVEAL my LACK OF MUSIC TASTE unfortnitely i am TOO SOCIALLY AWKWARD to REFUSE

T - Two Trucks (Lemon Demon) Q - Quiet and Falling (celeste, Lena Raine) O - Opening- Bombing Mission (FF7, Nobuo Uematsu) T - Tombstone Arizona (Pizza Tower, Mr. Sauceman) S - Simple Sight (instrumental, Piercing Lazer) X - X vs. Zero (Megaman X5, Naoto Tanaka, Naoya Kamisaka, and Takuya Miyawak) (look i had to dig hard to find a song that started with X that I actually knew) 3 - 320-200 (lemon demon) (admittedly i had to search for this one cause WHO STARTS A SONG TITLE WITH THE NUMBER 3) anyways!!! i may be a sucker for vgm and lemon demon,,,,,, now time to make other people suffer!!!!!!!!!!! @arinthehunter @madi-the-cat go!!!!! reveal information commonly shared in ice breaking mutual bonding activities!!!!!!!

was tagged by @bitchlessbychoice woooo!

ig the game is you put a song for every letter in your username soooo

S-sugarcrush (elyotto)

H-hated (youngblud)

A-apacalypticism (moonwalker)

R- revived (derivakat)

K-keep myself alive (get scared)

D-dirty imbecile (the happy fits)

A- Armageddon Altair (danbull)

D-deadname (flasch)

@thornywasp @42-squeaky-lizards @tqotsx3

[peachpanlong]

‘Horny Blond Twink Fucks Himself on Strap-on After Being Teased For Hours’

Naoya Zenin x reader, 18+

cw // arranged marriage (mentioned once), submissive! Naoya, pegging, exhibitionism, degrading kink, use of sex toys while driving, use of sex toys in public, untouched orgasm, public sex, overstimulation, edging, oral (m. receiving), brat taming

word count: 2.4k

this is part of the jujutsu hub collab! Thank you @suna-reversed for letting me participate ♥️

(Do not repost my work unless you have permission to do so, reblogs are fine)

Going shopping with naoya would usually be considered a task close to impossible. The constant nagging and snarky comments made you want to strangle him on multiple occasions, yet you somehow held yourself back to avoid unnecessary drama with the higher ups. After 5 unbearable months of living with him due to an arranged marriage you had found various methods of shutting that pretty mouth of his. Your favourite method including the help of your trusty friend, a vibrating cock ring.

He knew that if he opened his mouth to remark on your choice of clothing a shaky moan would follow. There is nothing more he hated than being looked down on, the fear of people glancing in his direction with a disgusted look convincing him to just stay quiet.

“I have been invited to a social event with the Zenins. I will take you shopping for a dress today so you can look half decent.” Ignoring the spiteful remark you responded.

“Okay, on the condition you wear the cock ring.” An audible scoff followed. He turned his heels to walk towards the kitchen. Filling up the portafilter with coffee grinds he let out a soft ‘fine’, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. You held back a laugh by biting down on your cheeks.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this…” you breathed out. “I’m only doing this because I know you’ll be a complete bitch to me if I don’t.” Humming in agreement you inhaled the nutty aroma coming from the coffee machine. While frothing the milk with one hand he used the other to place two mugs down onto the drip tray.

“Get a dress that hugs your figure and flaunts your tits. I want to show you off to the bastards I have to call relatives.” He places down a mug of coffee with a marshmallow next to it, just the way you like it.

You sunk the marshmallow into the coffee while continuing small talk with him.

“You’re an asshole.” He whined, groaning at the feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You let out a small chuckle knowing he’s all bark and no bite. You played around with the settings of the cock ring before settling for a low vibration that would be sure to give him some sort of attention but not enough attention to chase his sweet release.

“I will get you back for this shitty stunt, whore.” He snarled yet his words only fueled you to torture him more. With a hum leaving your lips you pulled his boxers and hakama pants up, hearing a groan come from him in response.

“You’re lucky the pants cover your erection.”

The car ride felt like hours, if not days, to the blonde man. Shaky moans fled through gritted teeth while his nails dug into the steering wheel. Your eyes were glued to his face. The way his nose scrunched when the vibrations increased was for some reason incredibly entertaining to you. When the car came to a halt in the store’s parking lot you groaned. You were having fun messing with him.

“Does this ‘flaunt my tits’, Naoya?” You said in a mocking tone while twirling in an emerald green mermaid dress that had a deep v-neck travelling down to your abdomen. All he gave you was a curt nod and a groan when his eyes focused down to your chest. You changed back into your clothes and gave the dress to naoya.

“Pay for this, I want to look around still.” He rolled his eyes and turned his body towards the cashier. The way his legs trembled from the cock ring was incredibly entertaining for you. Rather than paying attention to the dress hung up on the clothes rack your gaze landed on the way his hips twitched to find some form of friction. Your hands snuck into your pockets where the remote was being held. Without warning him, your fingers turned the dial to the maximum setting only to swiftly spin it back to the lowest setting. If he hadn’t been holding onto the cash register counter he would have fallen from the shock. A very loud moan escaped his lips as he shot an unpleasant glare in your direction.

“Sir, are you okay?” Concern was laced in the cashier’s voice. Naoya responded with a quick ‘yeah’ while giving some pathetic excuse for his accidental noises. After he had paid for the dress he grabbed at your arm. You let out a pained gasp “Ow! what the fuck, Naoya!”

His clutch on your shoulder only became harder after hearing your aggravation. The second his car door closed was the second a desperate moan left his lips.

“You’re such a bitch for doing that to me. Do you not understand your place, woman?” His shaky breathes made it difficult for you to focus on what he was saying. He looked so much better when he was malleable and timid.

He avoided any conversation with you the entire trip home, occasionally letting out a pained groan from the still vibrating cock ring. Your husband was obviously pissed off at you yet you found it difficult to care; especially when his face looked so fucked-out.

The way he angrily stormed into the house was a sight to see. If it hadn’t been for the painful grip on your arm you would’ve laughed. “I hope you’re ready to be punished. Because I’m not holding back.” His words sounded as if they were growled, a weak attempt to intimidate you. Your hands shifted down to your pockets.

“Don’t you dare-!” His words were cut short by not-so-subtle whimpers and moans. Your fingers turned the dial randomly and without a rhythm, driving him mad. Various curses left his mouth like venom.

“I’m starting to think you talk big just to get your brains fucked out. Tell me, my little slut, is that true?” If he wasn’t already busy palming himself through his pants he probably would have replied with a snarky comeback. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, “Get your pathetic hands off your cock. Do you have any manners?” He gritted his teeth and halted his movements.

“Good puppy. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you cum.” The smile on your face was far from sincere and he knew that. It was ridiculing- degrading even. The only thing keeping him grounded was his back pressed roughly against the wall. His nose scrunched as the sound of your footsteps came closer. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek. He was such a waste of a pretty face, a shame really.

Naoya’s footsteps followed behind yours as you both walked towards the bedroom. Pushing him down across the end of the bed, you spread his legs to get between them. With your face centimetres from his cock you began to unzip his pants showing you the outline of his erection against his boxers. Your fingers looped against the elastic, letting it tug backwards. A wince left his lips as you let the band snap back against his skin. Finally indulging in his desires you pulled down the material, letting his cock out. A soft ‘please’ left his mouth when you began stroking him.

A sardonic smirk plastered your face. “Be patient, you whore.” You earned a weak excuse for a glare in response. You soon realised that it wasn’t just the cock ring that was vibrating.

“Naoya, your phone.” Letting out a disappointed sigh, you bagan to take the toy off his cock. He mimicked your expression when he saw the contact name.

“Naoya Zenin speaking, what are you calling me for?” An irritated grimace followed his words. Awkwardly, you stayed between his legs not really knowing what to do. You looked between his thighs to notice his dick was still painfully hard despite needing to take a job call.

“Do you get off to the thought of being caught acting like a slut?” A look of fret and arousal shot through his eyes when he heard your words. Your hand started to stroke the bottom of his shaft while you pressed your tongue against the slit on the head. His jaw was clamped shut as his Adam’s Apple involuntarily trembled.

“Sorry, slight migraine. Could you repeat what you said?” He uttered trying to excuse his moans. “That’s fine, sir. I was explaining how…” The man on the phone once again went into detail on his previous statement yet what he told was the farthest thing on Naoya’s mind. Your tongue traced the vein along the underside of his cock before ever-so-slowly letting it sink into your mouth. When the head hit the back of your throat you gave a harsh suck before rising your head again. You knew he hates a slow pace so that’s exactly what you gave him.

“Thank you for your time, sir. It’s greatly appreciated.” Naoya hummed in response and let out a quick ‘yeah’ before hanging up the call. “You whore! Do you know what you’ve done?” You gave a hum that only sent more vibrations to his dick. His hands tangled themselves into your hair. Eventually you began to notice the way his twitches became more frequent and the way his breath hitched. An anguished groan fell from his lips when you lifted your head from his cock, denying him of his release. “What the fuck? Make me cum.” You let out a sadistic giggle. “Nuh-uh. I wanna play, bunny.” You could almost see the steam coming from his ears and to be quite frank, you found it hilarious. Standing onto your feet you walked yourself over to your wardrobe.

“What do you think of trying this one out?” You presented a rather large dildo. “Will that even fit?” His nervous eyes scanned the 8 inches of silicone. “You always manage to make it fit, slut.” You strutted back towards the middle of his thighs while lathering the dildo in lube.

“Hands and knees.” Without hesitation he flipped himself over onto his stomach and raised his ass in the air.

“You’re such a whore.” Your tone sounded like sweet candy in contrast to your words. After you had strapped the harness to yourself you attached the dildo onto it. Aligning yourself against his ass you slowly sunk the strap-on into him. Placing one hand on his hips and the other hand on the mattress beside his head, you leaned onto his back. Starting a very slow pace you began to suck love bites against his shoulder blades. His lips were trembling against the mattress, occasionally letting out soft whimpers whenever you moved a bit too harshly. Using your strong grip on his hips you dragged your hips back until only the tip of the dildo was in his ass. A pleasured scream flooded from his mouth when your hips slammed against his.

“Dumb bitch can’t keep his mouth shut? Do I have to fucking gag you?” Tear stained cheeks struggled to shake left to right, begging you to let him stay in this position. “Fine.” You quickened your place, digging your nails into his skin in the process. You moved your other hand from the mattress to the back of his neck, securing him to the bed as you continued your fast and hard thrusts. His breath hiked as he felt his release creeping up on him. “Please… Touch my cock.” Your chortle was sadistic yet it somehow made his cock twitch. “Oh, but puppy… I wanna see you come undone without being touched.” A choked sob left his lips. His hips began to move against yours as he tried to fuck himself against the strap-on. You let out a disgusted sigh. “Needy whore.” And with that he felt himself going over the edge. You rode him through his orgasm while leaving his cock untouched.

It was almost cute how pathetic he acted for you. Cum saturating the mattress with his head still pushed against the pillow. It took a few seconds for him to snap back into reality and when he did a growl escaped his lips.

“You can get rid of it now.” His face was turned, eyes glaring back at yours. You slowly pulled your hips back, admiring the crescent indents marking his hips. His asshole tightened around the bigger tip of the dildo and when you noticed you couldn’t help but unexpectedly thrust back in. A startled moan left his mouth and when he realised his loud noise, he bit down harshly against his lower lip.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dildo fully inside him you responded with “having fun.”

Your hands reached to the edge of the bed frame, grabbing onto the vibrating cock ring. You tossed his body over so his back was against the mattress. Your fingers traced against the prominent vein on his overstimulated cock. The cock ring slid back onto his dick, making him once again vulnerable for you. The rhythm of your thrusts was relentless, only giving him time to let out soft whimpers covered by his palm. His face looked dazed with his eyes half lidded in ecstasy and his cheeks decorated with an obvious blush.

At that moment Naoya’s thighs began to quiver. “Gonna cum again? Greedy slut.” His hips bucked up against the strap-on, meeting your forceful thrusts. With a broken moan of your name he came on the mattress.

“You did well, my husband.” Slowly, you pulled out the dildo from his used ass. He winced slightly at the feeling of the tip stretching his rim. Turning onto his back, he moved his eyes to look at your figure. In his eyes you were a goddess who, for some odd reason, decided to put up with his bullshit. His eyes lowered to stare at your ass as you left the room. When you came back he noticed that you had detached the strap-on and had a towel in your hand to clean him up with.

No woman but you could make his heart flutter this much.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

When there's no butterfly-winged Naoya

[phantasmiafxndom]

imagine high and mighty hybrid naoya who from the moment he comes home, always is trying to irritate you at any moment he can. generally just rude and ungrateful that you decided to take him in. then one day, he’s a lot quieter than usual. not acting as brash or snobby. you think it’s so weird how he’s now ignoring your presence, almost avoiding you. you barley see him for the day. you take this as an opportunity to have some actual peace. but as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re awoken to a big dip in the bed next to you. and there’s naoya, covered in sweat, body basically shaking, even his eyes are teary. and he just starts BEGGING. he’s in heat. he needs anything. just something. he feels so hot and it hurts so bad. and what do you do? go right to fuckin sleep. tell him that he should think about not acting like a little bitch when he actually needs his owner in reality.

A thing to note— Naoya is an aye-aye hybrid in this Au. Cursed little things, really. -3-

. . .

• You're sick of Naoya from day one. Whatever pity is making you keep him can't last forever, but he certainly seems to think that he can get away with everything. He's blissfully unaware that you're for sure the only person who'd put up with his constant whining and pompous behavior. Despite all of his good breeding, "unpleasant" barely begins to describe what spending extended amounts of time with him feels like. But you put up with it. Somehow, you feel sorry enough for him to put up with it. Coming home to him quiet and sulking is new, but at least he's not complaining. You ignore the behavior and hope the quiet lasts.

• And then, you're woken up to the biggest wreck you've ever seen of him. Naoya is wild-eyed and desperate, shaking like a leaf all over, and the frantic little keens tearing out of him are only getting louder by the second. Before you can even respond, he's trying to snuggle up to you (and quite possibly trying to hump your leg), whining about how much it hurts. Heats are miserable, so you have to take pity on him. You have to help him, do something, do anything, because he's yours and that means you're responsible for taking care of him. You're not impressed.

• Shoving Naoya out of your bed is just as satisfying as you would have imagined. He hits the ground with a miserable squawk, claws scrabbling against your sheets. When you tell him to figure it out himself, that he should have considered being honest before now, his noises only take on a more desperate pitch. And then, no matter how much he begs, you ignore him. You roll over, warn him that you'll lock your door if he doesn't stop, and completely tune out his pleading from there. Even though you hear his non-stop whimpering all night as he huddles on your floor and struggles to get off to that meager amount of closeness, you have to say you're pleased with this change in attitude.

[sukirichi]

Hey love!! DTD is literally a masterpiece, I love it so much jfdbdfjkdf. well, I'm really into angst and I love to hurt myself so it's perfect for me lol. I hate Suna so much and love him at the same time (I'm going through all of the emotions with y/n). but yeah he doesn't deserve us. and about Iris, I actually don't hate her. like I don't like her? but I'm neutral and I actually think she's a good person. about Oikawa x y/n, I really love Oikawa but because of the circumstances, I hope he gets over y/n. I don't want him to hurt but I don't want Maiko to hurt either. BUT Omi and y/n would be a great ship, both are going through the same thing (kinda), and nobody's gonna get hurt in the process (maybe suna would but idc about him so-) -anon lemon hehe

omg anon lemon thank you, i’m glad you love dtd 🥺💕 hate-loving suna and being neutral with iris is very valid tbh, we haven’t seen much more of her background to actually see what kind of person she is. and HMMM honestly relationship wise, tooru is the much better and healthier partner. he’s snarky and naughty, sure, but he communicates his feelings very well and if it was for YN, he doesn’t let his pride or ego take over. omi would be a good partner as well but he has less experience and he’s not that expressive, which can lead to many misundertandings. omi is also very non confrontational and will take arguments as a personal attack; he’ll shut down at the first signs of conflict unlike tooru who’d handle them properly

[zee-writes-and-draws]

May i request okubo/agito heascanons?

Sure thing anon! They’re one of my favorite battle couples.

Nsfw under the cut

Sfw

- Okubo’s a little relieved when Agito retires from being the Fang. Neither of them are super young anymore, but they’ve still got a good chunk of life ahead of them.

- Both love warm baths. Their apartment has a specially modified bath so they can both fit at the same time.

- Initially not a super affectionate couple. Agito has more trauma from the ritual than first shows. He still has a very strong aversion to physical contact if it’s not combat. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to hold hands with Okubo.

- With that being said, once Agito gets used to it, he has to put up with Okubo constantly kissing him or grabbing his hand.

- Agito knows that Okubo can easily handle most fights that he’s challenged to. They still wear Okubo out, so Agito’s learned to expect his boyfriend to barely move aside from basic training the day after a hard match.

- They go out to restaurants when they can. Okubo loves that the patrons aren’t normally fans of MMA and don’t bother him, and Agito likes the quiet atmosphere and the food.

- The public finds out about their relationship when Okubo’s being interviewed and a reporter asks him how he feels about the large amount of fans who have crushes on him and he answers that he’s flattered but taken.

- Agito is quiet enough to almost disappear at times, and he doesn’t always realize it. More than once Agito’s forgotten he’s in stealth mode, tried to walk up behind Okubo to ask him about something, and Okubo’s combat instincts kick in to throw a punch backwards. Agito’s reflexes are slower when he’s relaxed, so he’s only able to dodge half the time.

Nsfw

- Agito has a praise kink. Okubo shamelessly uses it to fluster him to no end.

- Agito still has a hard time with voicing if he is or isn’t okay with something, so Okubo has to check in every few minutes.

- Sparring practice turns into sex half the time.

- Who tops switches day-to-day.

- It’s not something they do super often, but both of them like phone sex when the real thing isn’t an option.

[pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow]

May i request okubo/agito heascanons?

Sure thing anon! They’re one of my favorite battle couples.

Nsfw under the cut

Sfw

- Okubo’s a little relieved when Agito retires from being the Fang. Neither of them are super young anymore, but they’ve still got a good chunk of life ahead of them.

- Both love warm baths. Their apartment has a specially modified bath so they can both fit at the same time.

- Initially not a super affectionate couple. Agito has more trauma from the ritual than first shows. He still has a very strong aversion to physical contact if it’s not combat. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to hold hands with Okubo.

- With that being said, once Agito gets used to it, he has to put up with Okubo constantly kissing him or grabbing his hand.

- Agito knows that Okubo can easily handle most fights that he’s challenged to. They still wear Okubo out, so Agito’s learned to expect his boyfriend to barely move aside from basic training the day after a hard match.

- They go out to restaurants when they can. Okubo loves that the patrons aren’t normally fans of MMA and don’t bother him, and Agito likes the quiet atmosphere and the food.

- The public finds out about their relationship when Okubo’s being interviewed and a reporter asks him how he feels about the large amount of fans who have crushes on him and he answers that he’s flattered but taken.

- Agito is quiet enough to almost disappear at times, and he doesn’t always realize it. More than once Agito’s forgotten he’s in stealth mode, tried to walk up behind Okubo to ask him about something, and Okubo’s combat instincts kick in to throw a punch backwards. Agito’s reflexes are slower when he’s relaxed, so he’s only able to dodge half the time.

Nsfw

- Agito has a praise kink. Okubo shamelessly uses it to fluster him to no end.

- Agito still has a hard time with voicing if he is or isn’t okay with something, so Okubo has to check in every few minutes.

- Sparring practice turns into sex half the time.

- Who tops switches day-to-day.

- It’s not something they do super often, but both of them like phone sex when the real thing isn’t an option.

[kivrumi]

⭑ᡣ𐭩"₊SEVEN 𐙚⁺˚

chapter 1 - psycho

FEM!READER × ? JJK

ʚ PAIRINGS : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Kento Nanami, Naoya Zenin ɞ

{ it is not stated here who the reader ends up with, the story is to find out.. }

NON-CURSE AU | COLLEGE AU

꒰ SUMMARY : How did you end up in such a mess with various guys? From strangers, friends, and crushes to ex-boyfriends and enemies. How did, what you thought was simple, life turn out like this? And who exactly were you to end up with?

꒰ WARNINGS : SLOWBURN - NSFW 18+ - mature & sexual themes - smut / lemon - language - violence - mentions of obsessive behaviour - sub/dom mentions - angst andd fluff :3

SEVEN MASTERLIST

next chapt

"Told you I'd win this time."

You snicker at Choso, who has now just shamefully lost at a mere game of Mario Kart.

"Doesn't make you better than me does it"

He then reaches out to your lap and grabs a handful of YOUR popcorn from YOUR bowl.

"Seriously? First of all, of course it makes me better than you. In fact, the BEST at Mario Kart worldwide. Second of all, I did not make two packets of popcorn for you to gulp all of yours down in 5 seconds to attack my bowl" You give him a cold, stern, serious look as he smiles with a mouth full of popcorn, slowly reaching out for your bowl again. You wack his hand out of the way, moving your bowl further from him as he chuckles whilst attempting to swallow. With your face glaring back towards the screen where it displayed your victory, he asks

"Do you have a third of all?" He then grabbed his Nintendo controller back to restart the match.

"Hmm, third of all..." You now face Choso, who still has his eyes glued to the screen.

"You like losing to me. "

Choso Kamo. Your best friend since you were only five. He knew every detail about you and vice versa. Growing up with him only drew you two closer, so here, you two were sitting on the floor of your dorm room, backs leaning onto your couch and Nintendo controllers in hands. If someone were to ask you to describe Choso, you would say how kind and forgiving he is and include his sense of humour. He knows right from wrong and is not afraid to stand proud of his beliefs. Many have framed him to be this extremely soft, introverted, shy man; they were along the right lines yet couldn't be more wrong.

"Choso, what are you still doing here? It's nearly 1 am; go back to your dorm." Your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, insists as she walks from her bedroom door to the sofa and plops herself down on it. She then grabs your entire popcorn bowl and multiple handfuls of your popcorn, stuffing it in her mouth

"Shoko- are you serious, you know you can make your own packet." You get up and snatch your bowl back to see nothing but popcorn kernels. Choso stretches his hand to Shoko to pass her a Nintendo controller.

"Okay, one more game, and I swear I'll head back to my room," Choso claims ready to press play.

"finee" Shoko says as she stretches her legs across the sofa as you sadly place your empty bowl to your side and grab your controller.

—

"What the fuck?" Choso and you say in unison. Not only did Shoko win all 6 matches you guys ended up playing, but you and Choso always ended up around last place.

"ooou what can I say" Shoko giggles, then glances at the time. "Oh shit, it's really late. Get to your dorm Choso and you. " she slaps the top of your head. "You get your ass to bed. "

With a defeated sigh from both you and Choso, you get up and drag your feet towards your bedroom. "Night then everyone," you slowly close your door hearing the two individuals still in the living room say goodnight back to you.

Shoko Ieiri has been your close friend for about a year now since you started college. You remember her looking lost in the dormitory halls and asking if she needed help by guiding her to her dorm room, only to shock you that you guys were to share a dorm. Going into college, the only person you knew was your best friend Choso, and Shoko had two of her own best friends you had yet to meet. A white-haired boy and a black-haired boy, you don't think you have ever seen them, but you are very familiar with their names via Shoko yapping to you about their latest drama. Shoko never really bothered, introducing you to them, not that they interested you in any way, but this was because Shoko didn't think they were a very good influence and wouldn't bother to care. Utahime Iori and Kento Nanami are friends to both you and Shoko since Shoko was nice enough to introduce you to some of her friends on your first days. It's been a year now, and all of you are 19 now. Well. Not quite everyone.

Toji Fushiguro. 2 years older than you. He is in mechanical engineering. It was love at first sight for you. The first day you saw him his biceps had you choking on your water, his hair stuck to his forehead sweating, fixing something in the car, who cares about that? He wore a black compression shirt first, which nearly made you melt and wanna scream, his scar by his lip that you just wanted to- GOD HELP ME.

He was an attractive individual.

You have been crushing on this man ever since you've attended this college; you damn sure wanted to get into his pants. But not only you, he also had countless other fangirls. So thinking he wants you and only you, despite never talking to you before, is fucking delusional. Countless rumours of him playing girls, high body count, and being really good in bed were spread around. You did, in fact, believe these rumours, but you really needed proof...

—

All of your friends knew about your obsession with this older boy. Choso always mentioned how Toji is not someone I should go for due to his reputation as a player, and Utahime is always there to agree with him.

"I can definitely agree with you, girlie. Toji is one fine ass," Shoko exclaimed as Choso and Utahime stared with disgust.

"Stop encouraging this Shoko!" Utahime says as she facepalms herself with a twitching eyebrow.

"Kentooo" Shoko purrs as she goes behind him to place her hands on his shoulders. "What are your opinions on Toji Fushiguro?" she asks, rocking him back and forth.

"Never interacted with him before so, don't know and don't care."

"You're all haters," you said to all, apart from Shoko. Just then, you had seen Toji Fushiguro walk past your hangout spot window, an abandoned cafe behind your school, with a girl trailing behind him. She had the same hair type and eyes as you, but everything else about her was the opposite. Mainly her style. She had a huge smile plastered across her face as she followed the man you've been eyeing for a good 2 months now. Despite the man being a whore, you still hope one day you catch his eyes.

—

But it's been 10 months till that day you saw that girl trail behind him. After that, there have been numerous different girls spotted with the handsome compression shirt man, not really fighting his whore stereotypes. Do you want to be one of those girls? You say no, but if he ever went up to you, you don't think you can turn him down. But the idea of you being used once or twice disgusts you. Why would you do that to yourself? But the tiniest minute possibility that you can change him was always there.

—

"eugh- huh- Shoko, what the fuck.." You say as you slowly open your heavy lids from your beauty rest, and to your surprise, you see Shoko leaning over you, a glass of water in hand, tilted to your face.

"Seriously, girl? You ignored your alarm 5 times now. I'm leaving now for class and don't know how you're going to arrive at your class late. Especially with your mad teacher, " She huffs as she chugs from the glass of water, which originally was supposed to be poured on your face, but to your luck, you woke up.

You get up and look at the time. Fuckity fuck.

"Oh my god, Professor Yui will not back down to give me a crazy lecture of disturbing her class, despite me trying to be stealthy to not interrupt."

"All psychology professors are insane like that, huh? Also, you're only noisy because of the dingly dangly earrings you wear every day. "

"Okay, okay.. What are you still doing here? Sho, get your ass to your scientists class. "

"andd what are you still doing in bed girlie.. Don't come for me, I'm dressed up and about to leave. You can always come with me right now, but maybe your Hello Kitty PJs will be too distracting to your crazy psychology professor. "

"ah fuck" you jumped out of bed as you hear Shoko leave your room and the front door slam "fuuuuckkk" It hurts to not put on makeup or your 'dingly dangly' earrings but you were really in a rush. You throw on a random zip-up, over your pyjama top, and change into some loose sweatpants. Grabbing all needed essentials and having to forget breakfast.

"shit, shit-" lecture had started 4 minutes ago, and you had just made it to the double doors. Slowly creaking it open, sadly the door just has to be rusty; you got a few heads turned towards you. Your professor has noticed your presence but remains carrying out her lecture. Wow, those earrings were the problem. You scout the area, and once your eyes land on him, you walk over and sit next to your best friend, Choso. He looks at your face, examining your appearance in great detail. You can see his eyebags look heavier than usual, which is obviously due to hours of Mario Kart last night. he must've-

"You look.. different" Choso states quietly, still staring at you weirdly.

"Wow, you see me without makeup, and you think I look weird, thanks a lot, Cho," you say with apparent sarcasm and chuckle lightly at your words.

"No, no, it's not that - oh my god, where are your earrings? Wow, you look weird without th-"

"Choso Kamo," an erupting voice from slightly afar, shook both you and the boy beside you. Your dang professor. You give Choso a 'haha you're about to get in trouble' look, but her next words made you probably wanna shoot the whole school and then yourself, "Choso.. Why do you continue to let that troublemaker sit next to you? Poor you, you get so distracted in my lectures as soon as she arrives". What? What did this teacher have against you? You look to Choso, who smirks at you lightly before formally replying,

"Well, it's not my fault, she comes to me, and I don't like talking during your lectures, but she makes me feel obliged to.."

WHAT? This man will be the death of you; all you can do is stare at Choso, who is so desperately holding in a giggle to the point he has to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Out of my lecture hall." Well, what was the point of even coming in?

—

"Cho, where the hell do you think you're going?"

"huh- you've been waiting outside the hall this entire time?"

"No, I'm not pathetic like you. I just came back to diss you."

"diss? Did you not get thrown out right now out of the lecture in front of various other students?"

"That's just because she favours you Cho; she's on some pedophilic shit. I just know it."

"Well, I'll let her hit for better grades. I'm failing,"

"ew cho- what- I seriously don't get how people find you sweet and shy, your a disgusting fuck, annoying, bitch, mischievous, and evil man."

"Ow?"

"I still can't believe you did that. What if she reports me for bullying or manipulating?"

"I think she was going to, but right after the lecture, I talked with her. Explained how we were friends, and it was a joke. "

"What? Thanks, but... Did you not get in trouble?"

"trouble? Nah, as you said, she loves me. Plus, if I were to get punished by her, all it would be is a lil spankin on the b-"

"Don't finish that sentence off."

All you get is a chuckle from him as he wraps an arm over your shoulder.

"I'll see you tonight, yeah? Kento needs me to help him build some weird shit for his front room. "

"Right now?"

"Yeah, you're dorm or mine?"

"Don't mind."

"mine it is," and just like that, his arm was off you as he started making his way to Kentos dorm.

You were just standing in a not-so-familiar hallway. Fuck, you were just following wherever Choso was going. Wait, this area was more where athletic students, engineering students, and law students were. Engineering? You accidentally found yourself looking around for a certain guy with a certain mouth scar. You moved around, peeping into classrooms and opening doors. One door caught your eye; you were sure that it was the one you once saw Toji enter, meaning that could be his class. Nearing the door, your heartbeat began to race. Just act like you're trying to find a friend if people get suspicious...

"Need something, sweetheart?"

"A FRIEND, I'M LOOKING FOR - I'm looking for my friend..." FUCK. You turn around to see a man you can't help but slightly recognize. He was no Toji, but you have seen him somewhere.

"And this friend of yours is in the Hunters soccer team? Since you know, that's our changing rooms"

You were in deep shit; you look like such a pervert. Mainly with your face turning a bright red from the embarrassment this alluring stranger has on you. You look back into his eyes nervously, but that's when it hit. This was no one other than Shoko's good friend.

Satoru Gojo.

—

"Girl, I hate Satoru. I think he fucked one of my friends," Shoko complained to you as she sat beside you on the couch.

"Again? Didn't he fuck your friends Keiko and Aiko?"

"Oh yeah, well, my point exactly. He is an ass hole, trying to get his dick wet. I need to hide you from him..."

"Damn, how good-looking is this guy?"

"I think he looks like a rat, but you know he has those deep, alluring blue eyes that everyone is so obsessed with. But apart from a pretty face, he can charm girls with his words. I'm completely unfazed by his words from being friends with him for so long. It just looks like a facade to me. "

—

Deep alluring blue eyes.. The man before you did fit Shoko's description.

It's not mistakable that it is Gojo, you've seen him around the college, not realising that this is the Satoru Gojo. His name is quite famous around here, known as the best football player at this college. Their soccer matches always make the headlines. Not that you were into soccer, but nearly every student knew there was the Hunters team, who wore blue eye-catching shirts, and there was an opposing team within the college. The Curses. Both teams are extremely popular and loved by fan girls, soccer wannabes, and, of course, the professors. You aren't sure which team is deemed better since your focus in life is not about your college soccer matches, but this is stuff you hear classmates rant about.

"You're not going to answer me? That's fine, sweetie. " You forgot said man remained in front of you, and that nickname nearly made you stop breathing. This guy has more than charm alright.

"I wasn't sure what class he was in... I'm sorry, I uh" fuck why are you stuttering? So what if this man was handsome, sexy and cute? You know what kind of man he is. He is just another college fuckboy. "I was just searching for my friend, but now I'm kind of lost."

"Lost? Are you new here? "

"No, but I'm not used to being on this side of college. I was following another friend, but he left my side now. I don't know how to get back to the dormitory"

"I see. Just wait up then. I came here to pick a few things from the locker room and was gonna head there too. You can follow me. "

"Oh really? thanks"

"Yeah, no problem, sweetie, just stay there," and with that, he went into the locker room. You waited outside, thinking back on that interaction. You don't want to be like every other girl that comes in contact with this man, not because you just want to be different but because you know what a real monster this blue-eyed freak is.

"Tojiii, you didn't call me back." You quickly looked to your right to see a girl, much shorter than the man she was confronting, cutely complaining to Toji Fushiguro.

"Lady, I said I WOULDN'T call you back."

"But that night was so.." she starts trailing her acrylic nails down his chest and then whispers into his ear. You see, his face turns into disgust as he slightly pushes her off.

"I said fuck off, no?" With that, the girl huffs as she whispers an insult, going away from the man. You watch her leave to the distance, and your eyes go back to Toji. But his eyes were already on you. From all the days he had a chance to notice you, it had to be when you're dressed down, with no makeup, and your hair looking shit. The eye contact was getting a bit too much for you but ended quite quickly when Gojo came back in sight.

"Okay! Follow me, " He says as you trail right behind him. "Must say it's a bit upsetting you don't go to this part of the college often, would be nice to see a pretty face like yours daily."

'This is just another one of his tricks', you remind yourself 'he just wants to get into any girl's pants'

"yeah, thanks"

'Fuck, did I just make it awkward?' you continued to walk behind him but he randomly came to a stop. 'Well we aren't at the dorms, why'd he stop' He then goes beside you, arm over your shoulder and then carries on walking.

"Don't walk behind me, makes you look like you're a fan girl" Oh you can see his game. He made you feel as if you were different from the other girls, and made you feel wanted and liked. You had the urge to tell him that you can see him right through.

"I know your game"

'Fuck I didn't actually want to tell him, that slipped out of my mouth'

"my game?" he asked, assuming you referring to soccer.

"You have fucked like half of the girls in this school"

'why am I blabbing on?' you get a chuckle from the white-haired man as his eyes remain looking forward.

"Is that so? And you know this for a fact?"

"Well yes, thanks to our mutual friend Shoko"

"ah- I see. Shoko my good cockblocking friend" he didn't seem pissed at your accusations, but in fact, was surprised and thankful he didn't have to create a persona for you "But without Shoko, you would've fallen for me. Right sweets?"

"Who knows, and- you can stop with the nicknames you know now"

"Why? I didn't lie about you having a pretty face, was disappointed I hadn't met you earlier due to you being stuck in another area of the college. What course do you major?" ignoring everything else he said because if you replied, you would be a stuttering mess.

"Psychology"

"ah I see, well I know where those lecture halls are so" he then stops to look at you, making you realise you two have found your destination "I will come to see you sometime, yeah?"

"Seriously? you haven't even gotten my name yet"

"Do I really need it right now? I'm fine with just calling you sweetheart" He then grabs a pen from his pocket, grabs your arm, rolls up your sleeve and jots down his digits. You didn't even get a chance to deny his number. "Don't wash this off before adding my number, text me as soon as you get to your room, okay?" Again not giving you a chance for anything, He leaves to go to the dormitory B building. 'Shoko is going to go feral and protective over me as soon as she finds out what just happened' You think as you walk towards your own dormitory building.

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𝘑𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

🌻 𝘐𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴:

Beautiful Disaster - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴:

Infinity - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴:

Dirty Little Secret - Gojo Satoru

In Another Life - Gojo Satoru x f!Reader x Geto Suguru

🌻 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴:

Wax On, Wax Off - SatoSugu x f!Reader

Psychotherapy - Zenin Naoya

Love the Way You Lie - Gojo Satoru

Under the Moonlit Sky - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴:

Lemon - Fushiguro Toji

The Flight Attendant - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴:

Twelve Days of Christmas 2022 - JJK Men & Women

2023 Gojo NSFW Week - Gojo Satoru

© 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 2022 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥.

[littleholmes]

Naoya went from asshole, to creepy ghibli-witch-faced worm curse, to cursed womb, to yarn lemon with pull-n-peel twizzler arms and legs in like sixty chapters…thanks gege, I hate him even more than I already did

[gojou-violin]

⏣ AOT: Eren (s4), Erwin, Hange, Jean (s4), Kenny, Levi, Mikasa (s4), Piek, Porco, Reiner (s4), Sasha (s4), Zeke.

⏣ BJ Alex: Chanwoo, Dong-Gyun, Jiwon, Myung-Dae.

⏣ Blue Lock: Bachira (aged up), Baro (aged up), Chigiri (aged up), Ego (aged up), Gagamaru (aged up), Kunigami (aged up), Imamura (aged up), Isagi (aged up), Lemon (aged up), Nagi (aged up), Naruhaya (aged up), Niko (aged up), Raichi (aged up), Reo (aged up), Rin (aged up), Ryosuke (aged up).

⏣ Bubble: Hibiki (aged up), Kai (aged up), Makoto (aged up), Shin.

⏣ Bungo Stray Dogs: Akiko, Akutagawa, Ango, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Gin, Kenji (aged up), Kunikida, Ranpo, Tachihara, Tanizaki, Sakunosuke.

⏣ Chainsaw Man: Aki, Angel, Denji (aged up), Kishibe, Power.

⏣ Death Note: Aizawa, Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, Mikami, Misa, Naomi, Raye.

⏣ Gachiakuta: Engine, Semiu, Regto, Rudo (aged up), Zanka.

⏣ Haikyuu!!: Bokuto (post time skip), Kenma (post time skip), Kuroo (post time skip), Nishinoya (post time skip), Sugawara (post time skip), Takeda, Tendou (post time skip), Tsukishima (aged up), Ukai, Yamaguchi (post time skip).

⏣ Hell's Paradise: Chobei, Gabimaru (aged up), Isuzu, Jikka, Ju Fa, Mu Dan, ran, Rien, Sagiri (aged up), Shija, Shion, Shugen, Tao Fa, Toma, Yui (aged up), Yuzuriha, Zhu Jin.

⏣ High & Low: Amagai, Binzo, Chiharu, Cobra, Fujio, Ito, Magoroku, Mercy, Murayama, Noboru, P, Rao, Reiji, Ryu, Sachio, Smokey, Suzaki, Takeshi, Todoroki, Tsukasa, Yamoto, Yasushi, Yuken.

⏣ JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojou, Itadori (aged up), Megumi (aged up), Nanami, Noritoshi (aged up), Sukuna, Toge (aged up), Toji, Yuutah (aged up).

⏣ Link Click: Chen Bin, Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, Qiao Ling, Qian Jing, Xu Shanshan.

⏣ MHA: Aizawa, All Might (small version), Bakugo (aged up), Dabi, Hawks, Himiko (aged up), Kirishima (aged up), Midoriya (aged up), Overhaul, Tamaki (aged up), Tenya (aged up), Shoto (aged up), Shigaraki.

⏣ Spy x Family: Loid, Sylvia, Yor, Yuri.

⏣ Tokyo Ghoul: Akira, Amon, Arima, Ayato, Eto, Furuta, Haise, Hide, Hinami (aged up), Itori, Juzo, Karren, Kaneki, Naki, Rize, Saiko, Shirazu, Takizawa, Tatara, Touka, Tsukiyama, Urie, Uta, Yomo.

⏣ Wotakoi: Hanako, Hirotaka, Kabakura, Naoya, Narumi.

⏣ OCs: Aoi, Ariza, Astred, Daia, Elisa, Estera, Hitch, Ineka (aged up), Katrina, Kazuko, Lizzy, Seena, Siobhan, Umika, Uri, Yukina.

| last updated: 14 june 2023