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This is my first ask, but could you maybe make some Naoya non con?

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cw: dark content, noncon, mean!naoya x maid reader, sexual harassing, breeding mentions

naoya is the meanest man you’ve ever known. he is always bothering the rest of the maids at the zenin state, but it seems like lately he’s been fixated on you. it didn’t matter which time it was, the future clan head would spend his time verbally abusing you.

at first you didn’t care, you knew how he was, and entitled brat, but as days went by his attitude towards you was turning into sexually harassing you. you’d always try to run away from his hands, his grasp on you being so hard that it left marks on your arms as he told you to “shut up” and “just take it”. his fingers would find the folds of your yukata, tearing it apart as his hands groped your tits, making you cry as you plead him to stop. he never did.

his abuse became constant, he has ordered you to serve him and only him. you now would spend your days on his bed, cock being stuffed inside you as you tried to look away from the man. tears would fill your eyes as you felt his sticky cum leaking down your thighs as he disposed you as soon as he was done using you. he never cared to make you feel good, he just used you as his personal sex toy while you hoped one day he will get bored of you.

satoruined

Oh emm gee thoughts on naoya actually enjoying and craving getting babied by his girl

MDNI 18+

growing up as the precious scion of the zen’in clan, naoya’s world was populated by a rotating cast of servants & subordinates whose sole purpose was to anticipate his every whim. his entitled ass never thought twice about having his aunt kneel to help him slip on his waraji or slide open shoji doors for him to stroll through; to the young master, this was simply the natural order of things, as certain as the sun rising in the east.

he delights in performing his status as “future clan head” for you. he’ll purposefully summon a servant for a menial task while you’re watching, glancing back with a smug little smirk. it’s a demonstration on what he believes a woman’s place to be, all for your benefit. he’d even lean back and reassure you, that once you’re officially his wife, he won’t expect quite that much from you. to know your place and remain three steps behind him will suffice; he truly believes he’s being generous.

satoruined

Naoya who, the moment he sees you reading a classic he’s already read, immediately starts bothering you during your reading sessions just to give his opinion or make it clear that he understood the book better than you.

“You’ve been carrying around that same book for a week. I finished it in three days.”

Obviously, he’d say it with the most indifferent expression imaginable, conveniently without even looking at you, too busy searching for something around the room. And if you tell him that reading faster isn’t the same as reading better, get ready for a scowl that will genuinely make you afraid to sleep next to him.

Personally, I can totally see him somehow bringing it up during sex —“You really think you’re better than me, huh?”— right after slapping your face

OKAY, I went a little off the rails there 😭 but he’d 100% stay salty about it for days. Anyway, I just love the way you write him. You make him so much fun to think about 💗 I’d love to know your take on this.

naoya would take your stray comment to heart, tucking the grievance away like a spiteful little keepsake. he’d give you the cold shoulder until you finally cracked, offering yourself up to him—the only method that ever truly smoothed things over between you. and it always seemed to work: he was, like most men, easily mollified; with his cock slick from conquest and softening inside you, heavy breaths warming your clavicle.

as he tilted your jaw in preparation to kiss you, caught in the post-coital haze, you were foolish enough to believe that the slate was wiped clean. you should have known better than to think naoya would let anything go that easily. just as your lips were about to meet, he withdrew a fraction, giving you a full view of his shit-eating. “i suppose i should have mentioned... murasaki dies. and it’s pretty explicitly implied that genji dies not long after. oopsie.”

satoruined

sneaking up behind your husband naoya and planting a smooch on the sensitive nape of his neck, just for him bristle like a jumpy cat. he whips around, snarling, “what the fuck was that?”… later on, right in the thick of systematically destroying your guts, his large hand migrates from groping your tits to wrapping around your windpipe, giving it an absent squeeze as he luxuriates in the feeling of your cunt milking him. gently, he brushes your sweat-damp hair aside, before sinking his teeth vindictively into that exact same spot on your neck. petty ass bitch that he is.

yversz

NAOYA as your arranged husband who's way too lazy to fuck you, so he lets you do all the work! dom!reader : choking/slapping (m!receiving) : praise kink : misogynistic undertones : naoya's a bum

✦ naoya had made it clear from the beginning that he does not care about you as a person, and that hadn't changed much in bed either. he had put in some effort at first—yet, his focus always on his own pleasure, with no interest at all in giving you anything in return—but he was quick to give into his laziness, no longer having any interest in waisting any energy even on his own pleasure, when it might as well be achieved by someone else doing all the work for him.

over some time, he stadted to insist on you riding him most of the time; his head thrown back as his nails dig into your delicate skin, hands groping your thighs as his cock slides in and out of you, slick covered and already leaking. it's a much better sight than the two of you basically ignoring each other whenever you fuck, but naoya is way too proud to ever admit that he finds this new position much more enjoyable. it is simply not fitting for a man like him, someone who is supposed to be on top in everything he does!

✦ he makes sure to threaten you to keep your mouth shut and not let a single soul find out how pathetic he truly is—needing some 'worthless woman' to help him get off—but all his blabbering about how he will kill you if you step out of line isn't as effective when it's accompanied by his eyes rolling back into his skull with a whine, pretty low moans falling from his lips as you frantically bounce on his throbbing cock, small pleas involuntarily escaping his mouth that he won't ever admit to, no matter how often he finds himself stupid enough to beg you to wreck him.

if anyone ever were to find out and ask about it, naoya would still deny it; deny how desperate he is for you to let him bury himself inside of you as much as he can. he's the man in the relationship, so why should he be the one begging for some pussy! it's ridiculous and he was not raised to ever beg for anything, when all of it should be taken as granted for a zenin!

luckyrunnybunny

yknow what, id actually let naoya genuinely crack me even in his curse form, im sick of acting like i dont want both versions, shit bring his domain version into the equation as well like i got three holes for a reason 🥹✌️

meowgumi10

CW: stepcest, noncon(?), degrading, naoya is his own warning

You had heard the head of the zenin clan liked to collect wives like it was nothing but you never expected for your mother to agree so quickly to marry a man like him. Your father had died a long time ago and it was just you and your mother ever since, marrying into this family meant you’d be able to live a good life or you were supposed to.

The first day in the estate you met noabito, he’s all wrinkly and was most definitely drunk but at least he was nice to your mother, he introduced you to his youngest and heir: naoya.

Naoya was already looking at you like you were trash, you could guess that he’s an asshole without him even talking. “Naoya, why don’t you take your new little sister to the gardens, hm?” Naobito slurred “Make her feel at home”. Naoyas eyes twitched with visible annoyance but agreed.

You ended up pressed against a tree, your cheek rubbing against the bark as naoya slides his hands under your kimono. “Your mother is just a slut you know that?” He mumbles “you must be the same… the apple never falls too far from the tree” his hands grope your breasts roughly “if you’re a good little sister I’ll be nice”, his teeth sink into your neck “Naoya please” you whine and squirm. He pressed you more against the tree and ran his hands down your body “shut up…you want your big brother to fuck you hm? I know you do” he mocks “I bet your pussy is dripping at the idea,isn’t it?” Your thighs rub together instinctively.

You gasp softly when his long slim fingers slide down your stomach and into your panties “lace hm? You’re begging for it” his condescending tone traveling into your ears. His finger finds your throbbing clit between your folds, the stickiness just pushes him to touch you more.

He turns you and lays you on the ground before your kimono comes off, his hakama and shirt coming off as well, he fucks you on the soft grass of the garden; it would be such a romantic moment if it wasn’t your asshole step brother folding you in half right now.

His thighs slap against your ass, your moans all whiny and pathetic as tip slams into your womb. “You’re such good pussy” he grunts “maybe ill keep you for myself”, his moans aren’t as loud as your whiny sounds, his thrusts were relentless and precise like he already knew your pussy. He watched your face intensely, studying your reactions, your jiggling tits distracting him.

His hands grip the back of your thighs, keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders as he drives his cock deeper into you, sweat running down his chiseled chest.

You started feeling his cock twitch inside you, his grunts turning into moans. It doesn’t take long before he’s cumming inside you, his breath heavy as he lets you go and slowly pulls out, he watches his cum seep out of your hole. With a satisfied smirk on his face he gets dressed again, not bothering to help you in any way, “expect me to visit your bedroom often” he says buttoning his shirt up “I know you don’t mind…little sister” he runs his fingers through his hair before giving you one last glance and leaving.

angelixdoll

grandpa naobito x granddaughter reader x uncle naoya

cw: dead dove do not eat, incest, non-con, old naobito, misogyny, uncle naoya makes an appearance, reader is 20, breast groping, fingering

just got an idea for grandpa naobito…

he is already on his late 60s, an old man like him still thinks women are only good for cleaning, bearing kids and warming their man’s cock. so of course he would take advantage of you when he sees you wearing a short skirt, saying he has to teach you a lesson by sticking his fingers inside your cunt as you plead him to stop. he slaps your ass hard, telling you to shut up. he roughly says to your ear that women that dress like whores should be treated for what they are.

you can feel his old man scent as he keeps pumping his fingers, tears slipping down your eyes, feeling sick to your stomach as you felt your orgasm building up. you are pleading him to stop, crying harder as you see his cock being pulled out of his pants. with a quick movement he pulls his fingers out, making you kneel in front of him as he keeps fucking his dick against your face, getting off to your pretty whines. you are now dirty with his cum, the man ordering you to leave as soon as he has released himself.

when you close the door behind you, thighs trembling, eyes puffy and a face full of your grandpa’s seed, you encounter your uncle naoya. he sees the state you are in, laughing at your face as he calls you a stupid slut. “no wonder my dad had to teach you a lesson” he had told you “you look like the cheapest whore with that skirt, it’s making me even want to play with you” you sobbed harder as you felt his presence cornering you against the wall, eyes eyeing you up and down as his face is filled with disgust. “you should feel lucky, you look so fucking disgusting that i don’t want to even touch your cheap body”. his words meaning something different than his touches, his hands gripping your tits and rolling your clothed nipples as he rolls his eyes at the small moan that left your throat. after a few minutes of touching you as if you were a mere toy, he finally left, not before sending you to the bathroom to clean yourself up. “you’re a mess, go change your clothes and start acting like a real woman should”. his figure now leaving your gaze as you rolled down the wall, sobbing because your grandpa and uncle are so mean to you :(

i wrote this in like 20 minutes but i need those two taking turns to fuck me so bad

faeloresha

Paid and Bought For

╰─ Zenin Naoya x f!reader

Zenin Naoya takes you to an exclusive jewelry store to buy a necklace, but the real purchase is your submission. The price of the necklace is nothing compared to the cost of your dignity.

content: Explicit sexual content (smut), public sex toy play, control, humiliation, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, potential for public exposure.

word count: 1,278

song: Acquainted by The Weeknd

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milkpup

Fox form naoya

₊˚.༄ finally overcame my writer's block :D i present to you, fox!naoya x bunny!reader =w= hope you like it! in honor of all the naoya haters i see on tiktok and tumblr, this fic is dedicated to them >:3 i cannot stand to see naoya slander on my feed when he’s just too hot and annoying. I tried to make this fic a little interesting? Idk. Bunny x fox pairing has me like 👀👀👀 anyways, hope you like it!! ♡

જ⁀➴ the landlord special

⁺ . ✦ tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), HUGE NONCON, breeding kink, landlord!naoya, fox!naoya, bunny!reader, fingering, misogyny, degradation, edging, predator/prey dynamic, face-slapping, no use of y/n for reader, naoya zenin is his own warning ⁺ . ✦ wc. 2,277

Your keys jingle as you rush to unlock the door to your apartment. You just moved to this city today, and this is your first time stepping foot into your new home.

It’s cozy, with a spacious interior and a loft bedroom above. The large windows overlook the cityscape, and you swear you got the best view for an apartment this price. With how expensive rent is everywhere, it was a miracle you found something this nice within your budget.

You haven’t met your landlord yet, but you’ve heard from some of your neighbors that he is a young, arrogant man that you ought to stay away from. Your next door neighbor, a man named Choso, seemed to especially dislike your landlord. You’re not sure where the beef started, but you know you’ll definitely be avoiding your landlord as much as you can.

But honestly, how have you not met him yet? Who are you paying rent to?

You don’t have much time to ponder these questions before your stomach start rumbling. You need to get some food, and stock up your kitchen while out. Unpacking can wait.

You’re at a local market, next to the restaurant you just ate dinner at, looking at fresh produce and other groceries needed to stock your new kitchen.

As you pick through the fruits and vegetables on display, a man bumps into your shoulder causing you to drop your belongings.

“Watch where you’re going,” your mysterious assailant says.

“I wasn’t even moving. If anyone should watch where they’re going, it’s you,” you reply, bending over to pick up your spilled produce. You sigh. The bell peppers and carrots you picked were perfect, and you’re sad to see them damaged from falling.

“Tsk. You have a pretty smart mouth for a woman. Whatever, you’re lucky you’re not ugly,” he says, before turning and walking away.

What a fucking asshole. You watch as his fluffy blonde hair recedes. You didn’t get a good look at him, but his unmistakeable black tips of his hair makes him pretty easy to identify. That and the fact that he says fox ears poking through the fluff of his hair.

—

Months go by, and you’ve settled into a routine at your new workplace. Working as a secretary for some “Jujutsu” high school has its ups and downs, but you’re glad for the change of pace.

You’re relaxing in bed, reading a novel, when your power suddenly shuts off. You close the book and crawl out of bed, trying to flip the light switch and check other electronics.

Nothing is working. You grab your phone and use the flashlight, trying to make your way through your somewhat familiar environment. It seems the entire apartment’s power is out.

You light a few candles in the living room, and open the front door. Lights flicker outside along the hallway, and you take a step out. You see lights on in other apartments… just not yours.

Weird.

You pull your phone out and call the front desk. No one answers, but you leave a message anyways, describing the situation.

About an hour later, you hear a knock on your front door.

You open the door, and just about stumble back in shock. In front of you was that same arrogant man from the market.

He seems to have the same realization as you, as his eyes slightly widen as he speaks. “My name is Naoya. I’m here for the lights. I’m your landlord. I just need to take some pictures for documentation.”

“Okay, thank you. Please, come in,” you say, stepping aside to let him cross.

You close the door behind him, and shroud yourself in darkness once more. The few candles you have don’t really do much for lighting the entire apartment, but it’s all you have. You’re suddenly thankful it’s dark in here, otherwise he might see the piles of laundry in the corner or the mountain-high stack of dirty dishes.

“What do you need to take pictures of?” You ask, trying to make conversation.

“Everything, I guess,” he says, snapping pictures and blasting you with a bright light. You have to look away it’s so painful.

He walks around, taking pictures of every room from multiple angles. You’re not sure why he needs all these pictures, but you’d rather not interrupt him. The sooner he’s done, the sooner he’s gone.

“You know,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “I thought you might have been a bit more cautious, being a bunny girl and all that.”

Your throat feels tight. How does he know?

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, trying to find him in the darkness of your apartment.

“I can smell it— you. Prey have a distinct scent.”

Beads of sweat drip down your neck. You stand there, frozen in fear, as a taunting voice circles and surrounds you.

“One would think someone like you would operate with a little more… caution. Letting in anyone that says they’re your landlord is a bit risky, don’t you think?”

“But you are… aren’t you?” you ask, trying to catch where his voice is coming from.

“Yes and no. My family owns this building, not me.”

Before you have a chance to respond, a hand grips your chin, tilting it up as he leans closer.

“I like when you look at me like that, like you’re scared. Sweet girl, I don’t bite, unless you want me to.” He chuckles lightly before leaning closer. You stand there paralyzed in fear, unable to move or react.

His hand moves from your chin, down your throat, across your collarbone, and rests on your chest. He squeezes, groping you like he deserves it.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, and this will be easier and more enjoyable for you,” he says, pushing against you.

You stumble around in the darkness, before you fall onto the cushion of your couch. It isn’t longer than a moment before Napya is pressed on top of you once more, pushing you deeper into the cushions.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and breathes in, hard. “So perfect,” he says, timing his words with an exhale. “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it? I can tell.”

Heat flushes your body, and you’re sure if the lights were on, you’d be redder than a tomato. It has been a while since someone’s touched you, but how the fuck can he tell?

“Don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll take care of you.” His hand tugs at the end of your oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. He pulls at it ever so slowly, as if taking his time was of the utmost virtue.

He shifts alongside you, and pulls your chin towards his face. His lips find yours, hungrily, ready to devour your very essence. Ready to devour you like prey. Like he’s your predator, and you’ve fallen right into his trap— a feast served on a silver platter.

He bites you as he feverishly kisses you, drawing blood. He licks the crimson droplets up, savoring the metallic taste of you. He nips at your bottom lip again, tugging at it, eliciting a moan from you.

You squirm beneath him, trying to move your arms so that you can push him off. You shift your arms and place a hand on his chest, trying to push him off. You try to move your face away, to turn away, to make it stop, but his hand on your chin grips your cheeks, forcing you to accept his kiss.

His other hand grips your wrist, extinguishing your feeble attempt at escape. He pulls away only long enough to mock you: “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that, little bunny.” He laughs before forcing his lips onto yours again, pushing his tongue into your mouth and searching for every bit of you.

You try to move again, this time shifting your knee up so that you might hurt him. He crawls on top of you, not once breaking contact, as he groans above you. Moving your thigh only served to make him feel better, not worse, as every little movement of your thigh grinds against his pants.

He pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two. He adjusts himself, before snaking a hand between your thighs.

He can feel your arousal through the thin cotton of your panties. “Already so wet, huh? Such a disgusting whore for me, hm?” His words are drawn out and lustful. It’s like he knows how to perfectly degrade you, mock you, and insult you just enough to keep you begging for more.

Your cheeks flare, and you look to the side—anywhere but his face so as not to give him total satisfaction.

Your defiance doesn’t last long, before a nimble hand swiftly slaps you across the cheek. Your cheek burns in red-hot pain, and he grips your face once more, forcing you to look at him. “Stupid whores don’t get to look away. Maybe if you paid attention you’d learn a thing or two.”

“Fuck you,” you spit at him.

“Such colorful language for a little bunny,” he coos. “Let’s see if you keep that attitude up.” Naoya says, as his hand between your thighs moves closer to your throbbing sex.

He grazes a finger over your panties, reveling in the perverted pleasure of your arousal. Even though you try to escape, to be free of this, your body betrays you with every action; and he knows this all too well.

He pulls your panties to the side before sliding a finger inside. He flicks over that sensitive little spot before sinking his finger deep in your hole. It slides in with little to no resistance, as if anticipating him.

“Such a shame I can’t be your first, but it’s alright. I’ll fuck you so good you forget anyone else you’ve ever been with.” His finger finds a comfortable rhythm, pulling out completely before slamming back inside. You moan as you clench around him, the feeling of being stuffed completely emptying all thoughts from your mind.

It’s like he found a cheat code to your body and he’s exploiting it. “Feel good, yeah? You like my finger that much?” He asks, pumping into you. He adds another finger, stretching you even more, eliciting a whine from you. You can’t think straight as he stares into your eyes, watching your every reaction as he stuffs you full of his fingers.

You can feel a tightness in your stomach, a knot that is being pulled ever more taut with every swift movement of his fingers. He moves his other hand to your cunt, searching for your clit. His thumb circles the sensitive nub, and a sharp cry spills out of your mouth. “Fuck, Naoya, I’m gonna—“ but he doesn’t let you finish before pulling his fingers out.

You cry at the sudden loss of sensation. He’s left you teetering right on the edge of oblivion.

He moves between you, parting your legs to accommodate him. Some time in the moments following your disappointment, he’s already stripped his pants off, ready for round two.

There is no kissing, no gentleness, no kindness in his actions. There is only take, take, take. And right now, Naoya’s objective is to take you. He doesn’t go in slowly, instead opting to shove his cock inside your cunt in one swift movement.

He buries himself deep inside, not giving you a chance to relax or recover before he starts fucking you into oblivion. Tears well at your eyes, the pain between your legs unmistakeable. You’re not a virgin, but damn do you need to be warmed up at least a little bit more than that.

Naoya doesn’t care, though. In fact, he enjoys your pain. He wipes the tears streaming down from your eyes, only to lick the salty liquid off his thumb. He grins as he slams into you harder, wanting to push you to your limits.

“You’re even tighter than I imagined,” he says, timing his words with his strokes. “Taking me so well too, it’s like you were meant to take my cock.” He chuckles to himself, before slamming into you so deep you’re sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

The pain morphs into pleasure as he stuffs you full. A free hand searches for your cunt once again, circling your clit, and sending sparks flying down your spine. You feel yourself tumble towards your own pleasure even faster this time.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long,” he says. He would never admit that he’s been watching you from afar, making note of your every movement, everything. He would never admit that he was the reason your power was out, all so he could trap you.

“Fuck, Naoya, pleasedon’tfuckingstop,” you hiss, feeling yourself succumb to pleasure. His thumb flicks across your clit, pushing you even closer to that edge. “Cum for me, slut,” he says, rubbing you oh so perfectly as he times his thrusts into your already quivering cunt.

Your body clenches as you feel the air sucked from your lungs. You feel an orgasm rip through your body like a riptide, a current that cannot be controlled.

You gasp as your cunt clenches around him even tighter, sending him spiraling towards his own orgasm. He shudders above you, and you can feel his cock throb with each spurt of cum, painting your insides white.

He pulls out of you breathlessly, before surprising you with a tender kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll draw a bath for you. Do you have any more candles?”

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Hi, can I request here...???

sure

All the posts I made on reddit Abt Naoya. (u/BitchWithHandKink)

Chapters: 67/67 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Zenin Naoya/Reader, Zenin Naoya/You, Zenin Naoya & Reader, Zenin Naoya/Original Character(s) Characters: Zenin Naoya, Reader Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Zenin Clan Drama (Jujutsu Kaisen), Misogyny, Dark Romance, Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Size Difference, Sexual Overstimulation, Objectification, Somnophilia, Aftercare, No Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Cowgirl Position, Riding, Thigh Riding, Hand & Finger Kink, Nipple Licking, Licking, Spit As Lube, Spit Kink, Creampie, Vaginal Fingering, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Face Slapping, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Tears, Sadism, Masochism, Finger Sucking, Fingers in Mouth, Spitting in Mouth, Forced Orgasm, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Incest, Sibling Incest, Brother/Sister Incest, Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn With Plot, Zenin Naoya is His Own Warning, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Abuse, Alcohol, One Shot Collection, Headcanon Summary:

All the posts I made on reddit Abt Naoya. (u/BitchWithHandKink)

It's basically just a collection of x reader oneshots I was too lazy to upload on Tumblr.

Enjoy!

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cinamnvanilla-deactivated202607

Naoya acting tough all day then cuddling up to his wife’s chest with a pout at night. He’s just a big baby 🥹

insomnoph1le

Waiter waiter! More pathetic touch starved Naoya fics please!

opheliaandherpeaches

HIII if requests are open, i am BEGGING for a jjk x reader smau with reader pulling the “she’s busy rn” prank on them 🤭 You write them all sooo amazingly, it’s genuinely the best ‼️ thank you so much for your service

Maybe next time?

Summary: You prank your JJK boy with the classic "she's busy" text! How do they respond?

ꕥincludes: S Gojo. S Geto. K Nanami. T Fushiguro. S Kong. R Sukuna. Y Itadori. M Fushiguro. T Inumaki. N Zenin. C Kamo. I Takuma

TW: Swearing! Some of them are suggestive. Mentions of death and violence.