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Can some write this short oneshot for me please. It's of Perv roommates! KiriBaku and reader have like those electric dildos she was using and the stimulation was too much so she accidentally drops the remote and now she has to call on her roommates to help her out since the slut can't run from the dildo stuffed in her cunt.
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Falco | Ragno
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Stopped at mid episode 5 because i was falling asleep but it was indeed peak so far.
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Falco | Ragno
June 27,2026 about to watch for the first time chat will this be peak?
Yall im still grieving @thecuriousquest leaving. Lik3 i just remembered another one of their yandere works with Levi and Erwin.. need them back so bad 💔
pairing ⸺ ghostface!sukuna & ghostface!gojo x fem! reader
warnings ⚠️: horror themes, serial killer mentions, suspense, paranoia, strong language, psychological tension, smut, inspired by the movie scream, cussing, slasher themes, Part 1.
summary- Y/N is a college student best friends with popular campus figures Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna. When a pair of serial killers begin targeting students, Y/N starts receiving disturbing phone calls that feel personal and increasingly real. As the attacks escalate, she becomes paranoid that she’s being watched, but she doesn't know the enemy is closer than she thinks.
The first thing everyone at campus knew about Ryomen Sukuna and Satoru Gojo was that they were a problem in two completely different ways.
Satoru Gojo was loud about it—he didn’t care who saw him coming. White hair a mess, sunglasses always on even indoors half the time, laughing like the world was one big joke he already understood better than everyone else.
He was popular in the kind of way that didn’t make sense if you actually paid attention to him: skipped lectures, flirted with everyone just to get reactions, showed up late to everything, yet somehow still walked around like he owned the entire campus.
And then there was Ryomen Sukuna.
Sukuna didn’t need attention. He didn’t chase it, didn’t joke for it, didn’t soften himself to get it. He just existed like something heavier than everyone else in the room.
The type of guy people noticed without meaning to—tall, sharp-eyed, always looking mildly annoyed like the world itself was wasting his time.
He didn’t talk much, but when he did, people shut up fast. Rumors followed him everywhere anyway: fights, expulsions he somehow avoided, nights where people swore they saw him leaving places covered in bruises that weren’t his.
No one could ever prove anything.
That somehow made it worse.
And then there was you.
The one who didn’t belong in either of their worlds.
The “normal” one, people liked to say.
Good grades. Good attendance. Good reputation. The kind of student professors remembered in a positive way. The kind parents pointed at when they talked about “making good choices.”
You were the opposite of everything Sukuna and Gojo represented—and somehow, that was exactly why nobody could understand how the three of you ended up inseparable.
It started as an accident, or at least that’s what you told yourself.
A shared class. A group project nobody else wanted to do properly. Gojo talking too much, Sukuna barely talking at all, and you stuck in the middle trying not to lose your sanity.
“You’re weirdly bossy for someone who looks like that,” Gojo had said the first day you met him.
“Shut up,” you replied immediately.
Sukuna, from the corner of the room, had looked up once and muttered, “She’s annoying.”
“Wow,” you shot back. “Nice to meet you too, asshole.”
That should’ve been the end of it.
It wasn’t.
Somehow, it turned into late-night study sessions, then food runs, then hanging out because “everyone else is boring as fuck anyway,” according to Gojo.
Sukuna never said much about it, but he never left either. And slowly, without anyone acknowledging it out loud, the three of you became a strange kind of unit.
Campus didn’t know what to do with that.
People stared when you walked with them.
They whispered when they saw you laughing with Gojo in the hallway.
They went silent when Sukuna stood next to you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You know they’re talking about us again,” you said one afternoon, walking between them across campus.
Gojo leaned down slightly. “Let them talk. It’s fun.”
“It’s annoying.” you muttered, dragging a hand over your face like you were already tired of the conversation.
Sukuna glanced at you briefly. “Ignore it.”
“Easy for you to say,” you muttered. “You look like you enjoy being feared.”
“I don’t care enough to correct them,” he said flatly.
Gojo grinned. “See? He’s romantic like that.”
Sukuna didn’t even look at him. “Say something stupid again and I’m punching you in the face.”
Gojo grinned wider, like that was encouragement. “That’s the spirit.”
It should’ve felt normal.
It didn’t.
Not really.
Because there was always something slightly off about the two of them—like they were constantly in on something you weren’t. It wasn’t obvious at first. Just little things. The way Gojo sometimes watched your reactions instead of the movie. The way Sukuna’s attention always seemed sharper when something violent came on screen.
Especially horror movies.
That was their thing.
Every night they dragged into it
“C’mon,” Gojo would say, already pulling up another film on your TV. “You can’t seriously tell me you’re not scared of this one.”
“I’m not,” you answer immediately, not even looking away from the screen, arms crossed like you were already bored of the argument.
“You say that every time,” he laughed, leaning back into the couch like he already knew he'd win the argument.
Sukuna was usually sitting somewhere slightly behind you, would add without looking away from the screen, “She’s just pretending.”
“I’m not pretending,” you snapped immediately, turning your head slightly like that was the dumbest thing, you've heard all night, arms crossing tighter over your chest.
Gojo gasped dramatically. “She’s immune to fear. We’re doomed.”
You rolled your eyes. “This is predictable. The killer always shows up in the last ten minutes and half the cast is stupid.”
Sukuna hummed faintly. “And you’d survive longer?”
“Obviously.” you added under your breath, like it wasn't even a debate.
That was usually when Gojo leaned in closer, grinning. “I still say you’d scream first.”
“I would not.” You shot back immediately, not even looking at him.
“You would.” Gojo said, leaning back like it was a fact didn't need to prove.
Sukuna finally glanced at you then, just for a second. “She wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“Excuse me?” you cut in immediately, turning your head toward him like you couldn’t believe what you just heard.
That was how it always went.
Jokes, Teasing, Arguments that never meant anything serious, —just noise filling the space between movies, popcorn, and whoever was talking the loudest.
Until the news interrupted, the TV flickered mid-movie.
The screen stuttered once… twice… then cut sharply to black before a breaking report forced its way through, swallowing the sound of whatever scene you’d been watching.
“Another body has been found near the eastern campus district—”
The room went quieter without anyone telling it to, like the air itself had noticed something and decided to stop moving for a second. Even the background noise from the TV felt distant now, like it didn’t belong in the same space anymore.
You frowned. “What the hell?”
You sit up a little straighter on the couch, eyes flicking toward the TV like it personally offended you, then back at them like they were supposed to explain it. “Why did it just do that?” you add, voice lower now, more confused than joking.
Gojo tilted his head slightly. “That’s new.”
The reporter continued talking, voice steady in that unsettling way news anchors always had when something terrible was being explained like it wasn’t real life.
Serial killings, students targeted, two suspects, still unidentified, a warning to remain indoors at night. The words kept coming anyway, too calm for what they actually meant, like the screen wasn’t talking about people at all—just statistics, just another update someone had to report before moving on.
For a moment, the humor drained out of Gojo’s face.
Sukuna didn’t move at all.
“…That’s fucked up,” you muttered quietly.
Gojo leaned back on your couch, whistling low. “Campus is gonna lose its mind over this.”
You didn’t laugh. Your eyes stayed on the screen for a second longer than necessary before you slowly looked away, turning toward Sukuna instead.
You looked at Sukuna. “You’ve got that face again.”
Sukuna barely shifted, but his eyes flicked toward you for a second. “What face?”
You tilt your head slightly, studying him like you’re trying to confirm it. “The ‘I’m thinking too much’ face.”
Sukuna clicks his tongue softly, almost like he’s annoyed you noticed. He leans back slightly, eyes half-lidded again like he’s trying to reset his expression
He clicked his tongue slightly. “It’s nothing.”
But he kept watching the screen longer than necessary.
Gojo, for once, didn’t joke immediately. “You think it’s real?”
Sukuna finally looked away. “It’s real enough for people to panic.”
You shifted slightly a small chill runs through you anyway, subtle but noticeable, and you hug your arms a little tighter as you lean back. “Well, I’m not staying locked inside like some horror movie idiot.”
Gojo laughed again, but it didn’t sound as loud this time. “That’s what the first victim says.”
“Shut up,” you said automatically as you glance at him immediately.
But Sukuna’s eyes lingered on you a second too long, like he was checking if you actually heard him or if you were just brushing it off like everything else tonight.
“Lock your doors,” he said casually, but there was nothing casual about the way he said it.
You frowned at him . “I always do.”
There’s a short pause, like that answer wasn’t quite enough for him.
“Do it anyway.” he adds after a second, quieter this time, already looking away like he didn’t want to make it sound like a big deal.
You huff softly through your nose. “I do it anyway,” you repeat, leaning back into the couch, trying to shake off how serious he sounded for no reason.
Gojo smirked faintly, watching the exchange like it was more interesting than the movie now. “Yeah, listen to Sukuna. He’s paranoid for a reason.”
“I’m not paranoid,” Sukuna said as he clicks his tongue immediately, sharper this time.
“Sure,” Gojo shrugs lazily, leaning back like he's completely unbothered again.
The night moved on after that, like the conversation didn’t matter. Movie resumed, jokes returned, normal came back the way it always did—easy, familiar, like the news report had already been mentally pushed to the side and replaced with something lighter.
Eventually, Gojo stretched dramatically arms going up like he was performing for an audience that didn’t exist. “Alright, I’m out.”
Sukuna stood a minute later.
You looked between them. “You guys leaving already?” you ask, still half-leaning into the couch, like the idea doesn’t fully register yet.
“Got things to do,” Gojo said, grinning, already reaching for his jacket like he was in no rush but still somehow leaving immediately anyway.
Sukuna didn’t explain anything, He never really did, but he stood up anyway.
As they reached the door, Gojo turned back one more time, leaning slightly on the frame like he had to make it dramatic. “Try not to get murdered while we’re gone.”
“I hate you,” you said instantly, no real heat behind it, more automatic than anything.
He laughed like that was the exact reaction he wanted. “Love you too.”
Sukuna lingered a second longer than Gojo. Just enough to feel noticeable.
His eyes met yours briefly, steady and unreadable in a way that made the silence feel heavier than it should’ve.
“Don’t answer unknown calls,” he said. It was very simple, direct even, no tone to joke it away.
You rolled your eyes immediately trying to shake it off. “What, you think the killer’s gonna prank call me?”
“Just don’t,” he repeats, quieter this time, like it isn’t worth arguing about.
Then he left.
And the house got quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that feels like it’s waiting for something to happen. Like sound had been turned down on purpose, like something was still there but choosing not to move yet.
You stood there for a moment after the door closed, staring at the empty hallway, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered to yourself, reaching for the remote again.
But somehow, it didn’t feel like nothing. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself.
But as the silence settled back over the house, that uneasy feeling never really went away.
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The house always felt different after Gojo and Sukuna left.
Not empty, exactly. Their presence just had a way of filling every room without either of them trying. Gojo was loud enough to occupy an entire house by himself, and Sukuna's silence somehow did the same thing.
Just quieter - Too quiet.
The kind of quiet you only noticed after spending hours listening to Gojo run his mouth about horror movies and Sukuna complaining about literally everything.
The front door had barely shut behind them before the silence started settling into the walls.
You stood there for a moment after locking the door, staring at it longer than necessary. "Don't answer unknown calls."
You rolled your eyes as you locked the door. Of course that was the last thing he'd say before leaving.
Sukuna always had to get the last word in. Every single time.
"Like I'm in some stupid horror movie, victim, " you muttered under your breath shaking your head, twisting the lock a little harder than necessary like that would make the thought go away.
The deadbolt clicked into place.
You checked the windows too, mostly because Sukuna's annoying warning had gotten stuck in your head more than you wanted to admit.
Locked. Locked. Locked.
Satisfied, you headed back toward the living room.
The TV was still playing.
The horror movie Gojo had forced everyone to watch continued in the background, though now that you were alone it wasn't nearly as entertaining. Half the fun came from making fun of the movie with them.
Without Gojo's commentary and Sukuna's insults, it was just another predictable slasher film.
You grabbed your blanket from the couch and wrapped it around yourself.
"Wow," you said to the television tilting your head slightly like it might answer you back. "You're really gonna run upstairs instead of leaving the house."
The actress screamed.
You groaned, leaning back into the couch like you couldn’t believe people still fell for it. “Deserved.”
A few minutes later you wandered into the kitchen.
The popcorn bowl from earlier sat nearly empty on the counter, a few unpopped kernels still stuck to the sides like it had given up halfway through.
You debated going to bed.
Then decided against it.
It wasn't even that late.
Besides, after everything on the news tonight, sleep sounded exhausting than anything else—like your brain would just replay it the second you closed your eyes.
Another movie sounded better.
Something normal. Something predictable. Something that didn’t have breaking news attached to it.
The microwave beeped softly as fresh popcorn finished popping, the sound cutting clean through the quiet kitchen.
Butter melted.
The familiar smell filled the kitchen, warm and heavy in the air like nothing in the world had changed.
Normal.
Comforting.
Nothing scary about any of it.
You carried the bowl back into the living room and flopped onto the couch, adjusting the blanket like it was just another regular night.
Outside, the neighborhood was dark.
Most of the houses across the street had their lights off already. A few porch lights still glowed faintly in the distance, scattered like small, tired stars.
Everything looked peaceful.
So peaceful it almost felt wrong, like the world was pretending nothing had happened earlier just to mess with you.
Safe.
The phone rang.
You actually jolted this time, not even a small one, your whole body reacting before your brain caught up.
You nearly dropped the popcorn.
"Jesus Christ-" you blurted out, louder than you meant to, immediately shifting forward on the couch like that would somehow make the sound stop faster.
Your heart jumped before you could stop it.
The ringtone echoed through the quiet house.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
You stared at your phone on the coffee table.
Unknown Number.
You frowned. Your fingers hovered for a second, not touching it, just hovering there like you were testing whether it was real or not.
At midnight?
Who the hell?
Because nothing good ever comes from midnight calls in movies, and apparently your life was deciding to follow that rule tonight too.
The phone continued ringing.
"Probably Gojo," you said out loud, but it came out weird this time—less like a joke, more like you were trying to give it a normal explanation so your brain would stop spinning.
You reached over and answered.
"You're paying for my therapy if this is another one of your dumb pranks," you said immediately, already half-expecting Gojo to laugh before you even finished the sentence.
Silence.
You immediately sighed. You blinked once, still holding the phone to your ear like it might start making sense if you waited long enough.
"Gojo?" you tried again, slower this time.
Nothing.
Not even breathing.
Just silence.
That’s when your face shifted a little without you meaning it to, the humor draining out before you could stop it.
You sat up slightly. "Hello?"
Your voice wasn’t joking anymore now. It came out smaller, like the house had gotten quieter around it without you noticing.
A few seconds passed.
Long enough that you almost convinced yourself it was a mistake. A pocket dial. A glitch. Something normal.
Then a voice spoke.
"Was the movie any good?"
Your expression changed before you could stop it. The small, absent smile you didn’t even realize was there just disappeared off your face completely, like it had been wiped clean
Male. Deep. Calm in a way that didn’t feel casual at all—like every word had already been decided before it was spoken.
Too calm.
You sat up slightly, phone tighter in your hand now without you even noticing, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular like that would help you figure it out faster.
Not Gojo, Not Sukuna, Someone else.
"Who is this?" you asked, slower this time, more serious than before, like if you sounded calm enough the situation would start making sense again.
A brief pause.
Not empty. Not accidental.
"You sound disappointed."
That made your face tighten immediately.
"Who the fuck is this?" you snapped this time, sharper, fully alert now, sitting forward on the couch like your body had finally caught up to your instincts.
The man laughed quietly, not loud enough to be casual. Not crazy or sharp enough to be mocking.
Just amused.
The sound made your stomach twist for reasons you couldn't explain.
"Language," The man on the phone said, voice still calm, almost controversial - like he was correcting you over something small instead of the fact that he'd just called your phone at midnight uninvited.
You sat up straighter without even thinking about it, your shoulders pulling in slightly as you adjusted your grip on the phone. The couch suddenly didn’t feel as comfortable as it did a minute ago, like your body had decided it didn’t trust the space anymore.
"Okay, seriously. Wrong number." You try to sound annoyed, like this is just an inconvenience, but your grip on the phone tightens anyway without you meaning to. The silence on the other end doesn't feel like confusion- it feels like he's listening too closely.
"No." The response comes instantly, calm and absolute, with no hesitation at all, and that alone is enough to make your expression shift, the annoyance slipping out of your face without you meaning it to because something about the certainty in his voice doesn't match a wrong number, doesn't match anything normal.
The voice remained pleasant after that, almost friendly in a way that feels off the longer you sit with it, like he has no reason to change his tone because nothing about this conversation is surprising to him at all.
"I don't think it is."
Something about the conversation felt strange, the way he said it makes the conversation tilt slightly, not enough to be openly threatening, not enough to panic you outright, but just enough to sit wrong in your chest like a thought you can’t fully finish.
Not immediately threatening.
Just... off.
Like speaking to someone who knew something you didn't, someone filling in the gaps before you even realize they’re there.
You glanced toward the front window, like your brain is checking something it doesn’t fully understand yet, and all you see is the darkness outside pressing against the glass, the reflection of the room faintly layered over it like it doesn’t belong there.
Darkness stared back.
The man spoke again.
"What are you watching?"
You hesitate for half a second, frowning a little at how normal the question sounds compared to everything else, like this is just casual conversation instead of a midnight call from a stranger.
"A movie."
"What kind?"
"Horror."
There’s a brief pause on the line, just long enough for you to notice it, long enough to make you wonder if he’s smiling on the other end even though you can’t see him.
Then he laughs again—quiet, controlled, like he expected your answer before you gave it.
"I figured."
Your fingers tightened around the phone without really noticing it at first, like your body is reacting before your thoughts fully catch up. The conversation should have ended already- there's no reason for it to still be going, no reason for you to still be listening- but you haven't hung up, and that fact sits in the back of your mind a little too clearly for comfort
The conversation should've ended already, but you hadn't hung up. Partly because you were curious, and trying to figure out who is this.
"You call random people often?" you asked, trying to sound more in control than you actually feel, like making it casual will somehow shrink the situation down to something normal again.
There's a pause on the other end, brief but deliberate, like he's considering the question instead of just answering it.
"Only interesting ones." The answer comes without hesitation, like it’s already been decided long before you spoke, and that alone makes something in your expression tighten slightly as you sit there trying to figure out what “interesting” even means to someone like this.
"Oh my God." The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, more annoyed than actually afraid, and you lean back slightly like the conversation itself is starting to feel ridiculous.
"You're one of those."
"One of what?" The response comes immediately, like he's genuinely entertained by the label more than offended by it
"Those creepy mysterious callers." You say, rolling your eyes even though there's no one here to see it, trying to push the conversation back into something normal, something you can control.
"I prefer charming." He laughs quietly at that, like the idea itself is entertaining to him.
"Yeah," you mutter, adjusting your grip on the phone, “you’re not doing a great job.”
The man chuckled again.
For a moment, it almost feels like the conversation could stay there. Weird, but harmless enough.
Then he asks, "Are you home alone?"
The shift is immediate, not in volume or tone, but in how it lands. Your face changes before you even fully process why, the casual energy slipping out of you as your attention locks in a little more tightly.
"What?" you say, slower this time, like repeating it might reveal something different in it.
"Simple question," he adds, still steady, still unbothered.
The voice remained casual. Too casual.
You sat up completely now.
"Why would you ask me that?" you say, and this time your voice isn’t teasing at all, just careful, like you’re trying to figure out where the conversation actually changed direction.
Another pause on the line, not empty but deliberate, like he’s deciding what version of the truth you get.
"Because if I was alone in a house after hearing about two serial killers on the news..."
The smile vanished from your face, The silence stretches just long enough to feel heavier than it should.
"...I'd be nervous."
The room suddenly felt colder, not because of anything physical changing, but because of the way his words settled into it. Slow. Deliberate. Like he wasn’t just talking to you—like he was watching what each sentence did to you, waiting to see what would break first.
You stood up from the couch a little too fast, like staying seated for another second would somehow make the situation worse.
"Okay," you said, but it didn’t come out light anymore. Your voice had tightened without permission, flattening into something more controlled, more defensive. “Conversation’s over.”
For a second, there was nothing on the line.
"Wait."
It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
"Don't hang up yet."
You started walking toward the kitchen anyway, like moving will make the conversation feel less real, like you can physically outspace whatever direction it's heading.
"I don't know you."
"But I know you."
That made you stop.
Not fully. Not dramatically. Just enough that your steps hesitate mid-motion, like your body didn’t get the memo to keep going.
For a second, the house feels louder again—the faint hum of the fridge, the soft shift of your own breathing—and then his voice cuts back in and everything else fades behind it.
The man continued.
"You don't like horror movies,"
You frown without thinking, staring into the space ahead of you like the sentence itself is wrong. “What?”
"You think they're predictable." he continues, still calm, still certain, like he’s listing facts instead of guessing them.
A knot formed in your stomach, small at first, easy to ignore if you pretend hard enough—but it doesn’t go away.
"You make fun of the characters."
Your grip on the popcorn bowl shifts slightly, your fingers tightening around the edge without you noticing.
"You always think you'd survive."
The popcorn bowl suddenly felt heavier in your hands, more noticeable, like even that small comfort has turned into something you’re aware of.
You looked toward the window again without meaning to.
Nothing there.
No one.
Just darkness pressing up against the glass like it belongs there more than the light inside does.
"Who are you?" you asked quietly.
The mysterious caller on the phone ignored the question.
Instead, he asked one of his own.
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
You stared into the dark living room as the question settled between you. It was simple enough on the surface, the kind of thing Gojo would ask just to start an argument, yet somehow it felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Without meaning to, you found yourself glancing around the room again, suddenly aware of every shadow and every corner.
And for the first time all night, you weren't making fun of the horror movie anymore.
Because suddenly it felt like you were standing inside one.
The silence stretched after that. not the comfortable kind, the kind that made your skin crawl.
You stood in the middle of your living room with the phone pressed against your ear, staring toward the dark window above the couch. Your reflection stared back at you from the glass, distorted by the darkness outside.
Nothing was there.
At least that's what you told yourself.
The caller chuckled softly, and the sound pulled your attention away from the window
"You got quiet."
You swallowed before you could stop yourself.
"Yeah, No shit."
The man laughed again. It was the same calm laugh as before, easy and unhurried, like he wasn't sitting on the other end of a strange midnight phone call but having a perfectly normal conversation.
Somehow that made it worse. It felt less like a prank and more like a game he was enjoying far more than you were.
"You sound nervous."
"I'm not nervous."
"Liar."
You rolled your eyes immediately, more out of irritation than confidence.
"Okay, first of all, fuck you."
That earned a louder laugh from him, and for some reason that irritated you even more than it scared you. Maybe because he sounded genuinely entertained. Maybe because every sarcastic comment you threw at him seemed to amuse him instead of shutting him up.
"Second of all," you continued, pacing a few steps across the living room, "if you're trying to be scary, you're doing a terrible job."
"Oh?"
The single word was enough to make you stop walking. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it—like he had suddenly become interested.
"Yeah."
You grabbed the popcorn bowl from the coffee table and sat back down, trying to convince yourself that this was just some loser with too much free time and an obsession with horror movies. Annoying? Sure. Creepy? Maybe a little. But there was no way you were going to let him know that.
"You're basically reading lines from every horror movie ever made."
The caller hummed thoughtfully on the other end, and for some reason the sound irritated you more than an actual argument would've.
"Maybe that's because horror movies know people better than people know themselves."
You stared at the phone for a second before letting out a short laugh. "Wow."
Grabbing a handful of popcorn, you tossed a piece into your mouth and shook your head. "That was deep."
"It was." The confidence in his answer made you snort.
"No. It wasn't." You rolled your eyes and leaned back further into the couch. "That sounds like something a guy writes in a notebook after listening to one sad playlist and suddenly thinks he understands the meaning of life."
A brief silence that followed wasn't nearly as awkward as it should've been.
"You really aren't scared of anything, are you?"
"Nope." A small smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth.
"Bullshit."
That earned an actual laugh from you. Not nervous. Not forced. Just genuine amusement.
"You're literally proving my point right now."
"How?"
The question comes a little quicker this time, and you can almost hear the curiosity underneath it. For the first time since the call started, he sounds interested rather than entertained.
"Because every scary movie starts the same way."
The caller seemed interested now. "Oh?"
You shift further into the couch, crossing one leg over the other as you glance toward the television still playing in the background.
"Yeah. The killer thinks they're smarter than everybody else."
The line remained silent. Not disconnected. Listening
So you kept talking.
"Then they spend twenty minutes talking instead of doing whatever they're supposedly planning."
For a moment, neither of you says anything.
You can hear the faint sound of your own breathing through the receiver.
"And then?"
You smiled despite yourself.
"And then they lose."
The callers laugh is different from the others.
Low, Amused, Dangerous.
There's something else underneath it now, something that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up even though you can't explain why. The sound lingers through the phone for a second longer than it should before his voice returns.
"I like you." he says, and for the first time all night it doesn't sound teasing or amused. The words leave his mouth too easily, too naturally, like it's a conclusion he's already reached while you've been busy trying to figure him out.
You frowned, the words slipping out of you more dismissive than amused, though even as you said them it didn’t quite land the way you wanted it to.
"That's unfortunate."
The words left your mouth before you can stop them, but the joke doesn't land the way you intended. Something about the way he said it makes your stomach twist uncomfortably.
Not because it sounded romantic, or charming. If anything, that would've been easier to dismiss.
What unsettled you was how genuine it sounded. Like he wasn't flirting. Like he was simply stating a fact he'd already decided was true.
"I mean it."
Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.
"Okay, now you're officially weird," you said, trying to bring the conversation back to something lighter, something you could control again, but even your voice came out a little sharper than you intended.
The caller ignored the comment completely.
"You always do that," he says, his voice carrying that same quiet certainty that's been bothering you since the call started.
You slowed mid-step without realizing it, your grip tightening around the phone as your brows pulled together.
"...Do what?"
The answer came immediately, like he’d been waiting for you to ask.
"Pace when you're irritated."
That alone would’ve been easy to brush off, something anyone could guess if they were lucky.
But then he added more, and the certainty in his voice started to feel heavier than coincidence.
"You chew on the inside of your cheek when you're thinking."
Your jaw loosened slightly before you even processed why.
You hadn't even realized you were doing that until just now.
A strange quiet spread through your chest as your attention sharpened again, the room suddenly feeling less like your living room and more like somewhere you were being observed from a distance you couldn’t measure.
"You tap your fingers when you're impatient."
"What?" It comes out faster this time, less sarcastic, more instinctive, like your brain is trying to interrupt whatever direction this is going before it settles too deeply.
On the other end, he laughs softly—not loud, not exaggerated, just entertained in a way that makes it worse because it sounds like he’s enjoying how you’re reacting instead of just talking to you.
"You do it all the time."
Your eyes drifted without permission, first to the window, then the hallway, like your body was checking for something your mind didn’t want to name yet.
"Who are you?" You ask again, but this time it doesn’t sound like irritation anymore. It sounds like you’re actually trying to understand.
No answer.
"You know that's not creepy at all."
Another soft laugh follows, and your grip tightens again before he continues, voice still calm, still too familiar with you in a way that doesn’t make sense.
"You leave lights on when you're alone."
Your chest tightens.
And suddenly, it stops feeling like a conversation at all.
"You sleep with your TV running sometimes."
You didn't respond right away, not because you had a clever comeback ready, but because for the first time tonight you couldn’t tell if he was just guessing like before or if he actually knew something about you that he shouldn’t. That uncertainty sat heavier than anything he’d said so far, and it made the silence on your end stretch longer than you meant it to.
The caller sighed softly like he could feel that shift in you.
"You really should close your curtains."
Your body reacted before your thoughts fully caught up, your head turning sharply toward the living room window like it had been mentioned on purpose. The curtains were still open. They had been open all night without you even thinking about it, just letting the dark outside sit there like it didn’t matter.
And now suddenly it did.
Because all that separated you from the street was glass—and from the outside, it was just darkness in your house, no movement, no detail, nothing to explain what was inside.
Right?
The thought barely finishes before a quiet laugh comes through the phone, low and almost satisfied in a way that makes your stomach drop for no clear reason.
And for the first time all night, your confidence cracked just a little.
"Now," he said softly, like he’s observing you instead of talking to you, “are you scared yet?”
The silence that follows doesn’t feel empty anymore. It feels held there, like he’s waiting for you to admit something you don’t want to say out loud.
You let out a slow breath, shifting the phone against your ear like you was already tired of the entire conversation.
“Okay,” You say at last, voice sharper now, more defensive than amused, “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’ve got way too much free time on your hands. Seriously. Go outside, touch grass, get a job—something.”
There’s a small pause on the other end, and then he laughs.
“You talk a lot for someone alone in a house,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
You rolled your eyes immediately, trying to drag yourself back into control of the situation. “Yeah, because I’m unfortunately stuck talking to you.”
“Still not scared?”
That question lands differently than the others. Not teasing this time, Just direct.
“Should I be?" you shoot back, forcing some attitude back into your voice, but it doesn’t quite sit right anymore.
Because now the humor is thinning out. And what’s left underneath it feels a lot less like a prank—and a lot more like something you didn’t invite into your house in the first place.
“Right now,” you add, quieter but sharper, “you’re just giving unemployed serial killer vibes. Whatever.”
The voice on the other end dropped lower slightly, the shift subtle enough that it didn’t sound louder or angrier—just different. Colder.
“You think this is funny?”
You paused, leaning back a little, trying to keep your tone steady even as the conversation started to feel less like a game and more like something you were slowly losing control of.
"I think you’re bored," you said instead, because that still felt like the safest explanation.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
The calmness in his voice changed the atmosphere more than any raise in volume ever could. It wasn’t frustration. It wasn’t irritation. It was certainty, like he didn’t need you to believe him for what he was about to say next to matter.
“You have friends who answer for you," he continued, like he was thinking out loud rather than speaking to you directly, “but they’re not always going to be there.”
Your expression tightened before you could stop it.
“…What?”
A small knot started forming in your stomach as the kitchen around you suddenly felt too still, like even the background noise had dulled without you noticing.
He let the silence sit there for a moment longer than necessary.
“Let me make something clear softly," he says softly, almost casually, like he was explaining something simple. ““Don’t think about hanging up. Don’t even consider it like an option. Because if you do…”
A pause.
"I'll gut you like a pig and spread you're insides all over campus, you wouldn't want that happen would you?" The mysterious caller on the phone says with a mocking teasing tone, but it seems like his words were true.
Your grip tightened around the phone without you even noticing at first, like your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up.
“You’re not serious.”
“I am.”
A pause followed, heavier this time, like he was letting the silence sit on purpose before continuing.
“And I don’t think you want to find out how serious.”
Your mouth went dry for half a second, the earlier confidence slipping just slightly out of place as you tried to keep your breathing steady.
“…Okay,” You said slowly, forcing your voice to stay level even though it wasn’t working as well as you wanted it to, “you’re doing too much now.”
A faint exhale came through the phone, almost like a sigh, but not frustrated—more like patient, like he was considering how far he actually needed to go.
“I could make it worse.”
That alone made you step back from the counter instinctively, your hand tightening again around the phone like it had become the only solid thing in the room.
“Worse how?” You snapped, but it came out sharper than steady, like you were trying to push the feeling down instead of actually challenging him.
The Mysterious caller didn’t answer the way you expected.
Instead, it shifted direction entirely.
“You’re not alone as often as you think you are."
“Okay, no,” You said immediately, voice tightening as you took another step back without thinking, “we’re done. I’m done. Whatever this is, I’m done.”
A quiet laugh followed, calm and almost amused.
“You always think you can end things first.”
Then- Click.
You froze.
Not because it was over, but because for a second it didn’t feel like it had actually ended cleanly. The line didn’t just drop into silence immediately—there was a faint stretch of static, like something lingered on the other end a second too long before it finally went dead.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the phone like it had personally offended your existence.
"What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath, barely even recognizing your own voice.
For a second, you didn’t move. Didn’t really breathe right. Just stood there trying to make your brain catch up with what just happened.
Then you forced yourself to shake it off.
“Nope. Not doing this tonight.”
You walked back into the living room, trying to physically leave the feeling behind you.
The popcorn bowl was still where you left it.
The horror movie was still playing on the TV, some character running down a dark hallway screaming at nothing you cared about anymore.
Predictable.
Annoying.
You grabbed the remote and changed it without hesitation.
“Yeah, no thanks asshole ” You muttered, switching it immediately to something lighthearted—some random comedy rerun you didn’t even bother choosing properly, just anything that wasn’t that voice anymore.
The sudden shift in tone made the room feel less heavy, less wrong. You sank back down into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as you forced your breathing to slow down, trying to convince your brain that nothing about this was actually as serious ad it felt a few minutes ago.
You sank back onto the couch, pulling the blanket over yourself again, forcing you're breathing to slow down.
“It’s just a prank,”you told yourself quietly. “It’s literally just some freak with a phone.”
You reached for the popcorn again, more out of habit than hunger.
A few minutes passed. Some comedy show you put on played in the background, laughing track and all, You even let out a small laugh once or twice without really thinking about it, like your body was slowly remembering how to relax again.
Almost Normal.
Almost.
But every now and then, your eyes still drifted toward the hallway, just for a second, like something in you wasn't fully convinced it was over yet.
Then you'd look away again.
"I’m going to bed,” You muttered finally, louder than necessary, like saying it out loud would make it more real, like the house needed to hear it too.
You turned off the TV.
The sudden silence hit harder than you expected, cutting off the background noise so fast it almost felt like something had been taken away instead of just turned off.
You hesitated at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, your hand on the railing, then forced yourself to go up anyway, step by step, trying not to overthink the fact that every sound in the house suddenly felt louder again.
Once in your room, you closed the door behind you and locked it, then checked it once more out of instinct before finally letting yourself breathe properly.
And for the first time that night, you didn't pick up when your phone buzzed again.
You just stared at it for a second too long, let it ring, and turned it face down like ignoring it made it less real
── დ ──
The next morning doesn’t feel like anything ended.
It doesn’t feel like sleep fixed anything either, because it barely happened in the first place. Every time you closed your eyes, there was that voice again—not loud, not shouting, just calm and steady in a way that felt worse than any threat.
Like it wasn’t guessing anymore. Like it already knew how the night was supposed to end, and you were just catching up too slowly to stop it.
By the time sunlight finally creeps in, you stop pretending rest is going to help.
Your room feels too quiet when you finally get dressed, too normal in a way that doesn’t sit right with you. Nothing looks different from yesterday, and that’s exactly the problem. Everything still looks like a regular morning, like nothing happened, and your brain doesn’t know how to match that with what you’re carrying from the night before.
You stand in front of the mirror for second longer than you needed to, just staring at yourself like there should be something obvious written there—some explanation, some proof that you didn’t imagine the whole thing.
There isn't.
So you grab your bag and leave before your thoughts can spiral again.
Outside, the air is cold enough to sting your face immediately, sharp in a way that helps more than it should. It doesn’t fix anything, but it pulls you out of your head just a little.
Halfway down the street, you spot Shoko waiting near the sidewalk like she’s been there for a while already, arms loosely crossed, expression unreadable in that tired way she always has in the mornings.
“You look like shit,” she says as soon as you get close.
You let out a breath that's almost a laugh. “Good morning to you too.”
She pushes off the wall and starts walking beside you without making a big deal out of it, but there’s something different in the way she’s looking at you now—less casual, more observant, like she’s actually paying attention instead of just joking around.
“Didn’t sleep?” she asks after a second.
“Barely," you admit.
She huma softly. “Nightmares?”
You hesitate just long enough for that answer to feel heavier than it should.
"Something like that.”
She doesn’t push further, but the silence between you shifts slightly, like she’s filed that away somewhere in her mind instead of dropping it.
After a moment, she changes direction.
“You hear about the second body?” she asks instead.
Your steps slow just slightly before you force them to stay normal. “Second?”
She nods once. “Found near the west parking lot early this morning. Campus is already freaking out.”.”
That tight feeling in your stomach comes back immediately, sharper this time.
“That’s insane," you say quietly.
“Yeah,” she replies, voice flat in that way that makes it sound even worse. “People always act like it’s a movie until it stops being one.”
You don’t answer right away, because something about what Shoko said sits heavier than you want it to. The idea of everything being entertainment until it suddenly isn’t feels a little too familiar right now, and you don’t like how easily your mind connects that to last night.
You both walk in silence for a bit after that.
The closer you get to campus, the more everything changes. It isn’t subtle either—it’s immediate. More people. More noise. More movement that feels too fast for what’s actually happened.
News vans are already outside the gates, parked at awkward angles like they’ve been there since sunrise, reporters leaning forward with microphones, cameras sweeping across crowds of students who can’t seem to decide if they’re supposed to be scared or excited.
Another body has been found.
That’s what everyone keeps repeating, like saying it enough times will make it easier to understand.
Another body. Another warning. Another reason to feel like you should’ve stayed home.
“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath as you take it all in, “it’s like the whole campus broke overnight.”
Shoko glances at you briefly. “It kind of did.”
You step through the gates, and the noise follows you in immediately, swallowing the entrance whole. Students are everywhere—phones up, videos playing, overlapping voices turning everything into noise that doesn’t actually say anything useful.
“I heard it was near the dorms.”
“No, it was someone from class—”
“That’s not even funny, stop—”
You pass them without slowing down, your expression tightening more with every step, not because you’re unaffected, but because you don’t want to get pulled into it.
“People are insane,” you mutter.
“People cope badly,” Shoko replies simply.
Inside the main building, it only gets worse.
Bulletin boards are already covered in emergency notices—printed warnings, security updates, bold text telling everyone to be careful like words alone could undo what’s already happened.
“DO NOT WALK ALONE AT NIGHT.”
“REPORT SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY.”
“SECURITY ESCORT AVAILABLE.”
Like that means anything now.
The hallways are packed, students pressed into clusters, replaying news clips on their phones like it’s content instead of something real. Every few steps you catch fragments of conversation that blur together into one constant noise.
“Did you see the footage?”
“My friend said it was near the east dorms.”
“It’s probably fake.”
“Bro, people literally died.”
You keep moving, head slightly lowered—not because you’re calm, but because looking too long at any of it makes it feel more real than you’re ready for.
Shoko notices anyway.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” you answer too quickly, like your body is trying to respond before your brain can correct it. “Just tired.”
She doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t press further either.
You keep walking.
A nearby group has a news video playing on full volume, the reporter’s voice cutting through everything else like it doesn’t care how loud the hallway already is.
“Authorities have confirmed the victim was discovered early this morning—”
Some students react like they’re watching a trailer. Others go quiet for a second before going right back to talking. A few even laugh.
“Some people are sick,” you mutter.
“Yeah,” Shoko says flatly. “They are.”
The hallway stretches ahead of you—crowded, loud, chaotic—but you focus on it anyway. Step after step, forcing yourself not to linger on anything for too long.
Not last night. Not the voice.
Not the way everything is starting to feel connected in a way you can’t explain yet.
Because something is happening.
And even if you don’t want to admit it out loud, it already feels like it’s getting closer.
── დ ──
Lunchtime at campus feels almost fake, like the world outside has been screaming about death and panic all morning and somehow inside the cafeteria everyone agreed to pretend none of it exists. Just another normal Tuesday. Just noise, food trays, conversations that don’t match the headlines.
You sit outside first, away from the packed tables and the constant buzzing of voices that all feel too loud for a place where people are supposed to be processing something like this. Your tray sits untouched beside you. Food you don’t really feel like eating.
Your eyes drift across the courtyard without really landing on anything. It’s not even that you’re thinking about one thing at a time anymore—it’s everything at once. The calls. The voice. The news. The way all of it feels like it’s slowly tightening into something you can’t name yet, like a knot you didn’t realize was being tied.
“You’re gonna turn into one of those sad movie characters if you keep staring into space like that.”
The voice comes from above you, casual, like he’s been there the whole time.
Before you even look up, you already know who it is.
Gojo drops into the seat beside you like he belongs there, leaning back like your personal space is optional. An arm immediately lands across your shoulders like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
You exhale through your nose. “Get off me.”
“No,” he says simply, not even pretending to consider it.
Behind him, Sukuna sits down more slowly on the bench, like he’s actually aware of where he is instead of just occupying space in it. His eyes flick to you once, then away again, like he’s clocking your mood without saying anything about it.
Gojo leans in slightly, grin already forming. “So. Murder campus. Fun times, right?”
You gave him a flat look . “That’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” he insists, like he’s negotiating something.
“It’s literally people dying.”
Gojo shrugs. “Yeah, but like… not us.”
That makes you pause for half a second before you even realize you’re reacting.
Sukuna exhales like he’s been waiting for that exact moment. “Shut up.”
“What?” Gojo lifts his hands slightly. “I’m just saying facts.”
You shake your head, pushing your focus back down toward your tray. It doesn’t help much.
“How can someone just do that to people like it’s nothing?” The words come out quieter than you meant them to, like they slipped out before you could decide whether to say them at all.
For once, Gojo doesn’t immediately joke back.
Sukuna looks at you longer this time, actually paying attention instead of just existing nearby.
And that’s when your focus drifts again—just slightly—past them.
Back to last night. The phone. The voice. The way it knew things it shouldn’t have known. The way it made everything feel like you were already being watched even when nothing was there.
“Hey.”
Sukuna’s voice cuts in sharper than Gojo’s ever would, low and direct.
You blink, snapping back into the present.
“What?”
He’s still looking at you. Not teasing. Not joking. Just observing.
“You’re not listening,” he says.
You force your shoulders to lift slightly in a shrug that doesn’t really land. “Just tired.”
Gojo leans back. “She’s always tired. That’s basically her brand.”
“Shut up,” you mutter automatically, but there’s no real heat in it.
Sukuna doesn’t respond right away. His gaze lingers a second longer than necessary, like he’s not convinced, but eventually he looks away like he’s choosing not to push it.
You stand up from the bench suddenly.
Both of them look up at you.
“Where are you going?” Gojo asks immediately.
You gesture vaguely behind you. “Back to class.”
“Wow,” he says, leaning back again like he’s offended by the concept of responsibility. “Leaving us for education. Betrayal.”
You roll your eyes. “You’ll survive.”
Sukuna finally speaks again as you turn away. “Don’t skip meals.”
You pause slightly.
Then shrug without back. “Not your problem.”
Gojo gasps. “Wow. Cold.”
You walk off.
And behind you, Gojo calls out loudly, completely unconcerned with volume or timing.
“Hey, you think the killer picks victims alphabetically ?!”
A few nearby students turn.
You stop walking.
Slowly turn your head as you stared back at him.
Then flip him off without saying a word.
Gojo immediately raises both hands like he’s been wronged by the universe. “What? I’m just asking questions!”
Sukuna exhales sharply like he’s officially reached his limit for the day. He reaches over, grabs an empty bottle from the table, and throws it straight at Gojo’s head.
Gojo dodges it easily, laughing anyway. “Dude!”
“Dumbass” Sukuna mutters.
You shake your head, already turning away again, but this time there’s something lighter in your chest for a second—barely there, but real enough to notice.
Almost a laugh.
For a moment, it feels normal again.
But as you walk away off, the feeling from earlier doesn’t fully leave.
It just sinks underneath everything again, quiet, waiting, like it never left in the first place.
── დ ──
When school finally ends, it doesn’t feel like relief.
It feels like everyone is just being released back into the same danger, one group at a time, like the building can’t hold it in anymore and is slowly letting people spill out.
Students flood the hallways and then the exits in clusters—pairs, friend groups, people sticking closer than usual without really saying why, like distance suddenly matters in a way it didn’t yesterday.
You adjust your bag strap and start walking home alone. Not because you wanted to, because that’s what you always do.
Every passing car makes your head turn slightly before you even realize you’re doing it. A reflex at this point. Like your body is reacting faster than your thoughts can catch up.
You try not to think about it. Try not to think about anything at all, really.
That’s when you hear a car slow down right beside you.
Not too fast. Not aggressive.
Just matching your pace.
And you already knew before you look.
Gojo leaning halfway out the passenger window like personal space doesn’t exist in his vocabulary, grinning like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“Get in,” he calls out casually.
You stop walking immediately. “No.”
He doesn't even hesitate. “Get in before you become tonight’s headline.”
You stare at him for a second longer than necessary . “That’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” he shrugs.
From the driver’s seat, Sukuna doesn’t even turn his head fully at first. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, like he’s already tired of the conversation before it starts.
“Stop acting stupid and get in.”
You narrow your eyes slightly. “I said no.”
Gojo tilts his head like you’re being difficult on purpose. “You really wanna walk alone right now? With everything going on?”
“I’ve walked alone before.”
"“Yeah,” he cuts in, “not with murder news on every screen and half the campus acting like they’re in a documentary.”
That lands a little differently than his usual jokes. Not enough to shut you up. But enough to make the silence stretch.
Sukuna finally glances at you then—quick, steady, not pushing, not teasing. Just watching like he’s waiting to see what you choose rather than trying to convince you.
And somehow that feels louder than Gojo talking.
You exhale sharply throughyour nose. “Fine. Whatever.”
Gojo immediately cheers like he’s won something. “See? Common sense. Love to see it.”
“Shut up,” you mutter as you climb into the back seat.
Inside, it almost feels like nothing is wrong at all. Like the campus isn’t falling apart in slow motion. Like people aren’t whispering about bodies and warnings and names nobody can confirm. Like last night didn’t happen, or at least didn’t stick the way it should have.
Gojo turns the music on immediately—too upbeat, too loud for the mood, like he’s actively refusing to let silence exist. He starts talking almost instantly too. Random things. Professors, stupid students, something he saw in the hallway that made no sense.
At some point, without really noticing when it happens, you find yourself laughing a little.
Even Sukuna seems less sharp in the way he drives—still quiet, still focused, but not as heavy as earlier.
It should feel wrong, but it doesn't.
By the time you reach the diner, the sky has already started shifted into evening, that soft dim light that makes everything look a little warmer than it probably is.
Inside, the place is bright in a way that feels almost exaggerated. Warm lighting, empty booths scattered near the back, the kind of space that makes everything outside feel further away than it actually is.
You slide into one across from them, finally letting your shoulders relax slightly.
For the first time all day, it actually feels... okay.
Gojo immediately leans across the table, breaking the calm like he always does. “Okay. I want fries and a milkshake. And don’t judge me.”
“I’m judging you,” you answer automatically.
“Good," he grins. “Means I’m doing something right.”
You roll your eyes, but there’s a small smile there anyway before you can stop it.
Sukuna sits back in the booth, arms loosely crossed, watching the two of you like he’s half annoyed and half used to this dynamic at this point. He doesn’t really join in, but he’s not really absent either.
The food comes. Gojo talks too much. You talk back without thinking too hard about it. The conversation flows in a way that doesn’t require effort, like your brain is finally allowed to rest for a few minutes.
For a while, it actually feels like the world stopped being terrifying.
Like you’re just three students wasting time in a diner.
Then your phone buzzes.
Once.
Then again.
The shift is small, but immediate.
Sukuna notices first.
“What is it?” he asks.
You stare at your screen for a second too long, like you’re trying to decide if acknowledging it makes it real.
Then slowly set it down on the table.
"I got a call last night.”
Gojo’s expression shifts immediately, the playful edge dropping out of his face in a way that makes the change feel more noticeable than anything he actually says. It isn’t concern exactly, and it isn’t fear either, just a sharpened kind of curiosity that makes him lean forward slightly like the conversation just turned into something worth paying attention to.
“Oh?” he says, slower this time.“From who?”
You shrug first, trying to make it sound like it doesn’t matter as much as it actually does. “Unknown number.”
Sukuna’s reaction is quieter, almost subtle enough to miss if you weren’t already paying attention to him, but something in the way his posture shifts tells you he’s listening differently now, like a switch flipped without him saying anything about it.
Gojo tilts his head. “And?”
You hesitate, and for a second you consider brushing it off again, but it’s already sitting in your chest in a way that doesn’t let you fully ignore it anymore, so you end up saying it anyway.
“They knew weird stuff,” you admit. voice lower now without meaning to make it serious, “like things I never told anyone. About me being alone, the house, just… stuff like that. It wasn’t random.”
That gets a different reaction out of Gojo this time. The smile doesn’t disappear, but it loses its looseness, turning sharper around the edges as he leans in further like he’s trying to figure out where the line is between joke and problem.
He leans forward more. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” you answer, though even you can hear how uncertain it sounds, “it felt like they were just messing with me. Probably just trying to freak me out.”
But even as you say it, there’s a part of you that doesn’t fully settle with that explanation anymore.
Gojo let's out a small laugh, but it’s quieter than before, less amused and more unsettled in a way he probably wouldn’t admit out loud. “Okay, that’s actually kind of insane.”
Sukuna doesn’t react at all in the way you expect someone to. No joke, no comment, not even a shift in expression that matches the conversation, which somehow makes his silence feel heavier than anything Gojo is saying.
You glance at him without meaning to. “What?”
He meets your eyes briefly, steady and unreadable, before he looks away again like he’s choosing not to answer too quickly. “Nothing.”
But his voice doesn’t sit right when he says it. There’s tension there, restrained in a way that feels deliberate.
Gojo keeps talking, though, as if he’s trying to keep the conversation from sinking too deep. “Did they threaten you or something?”
“Yeah,” you say after a second, then shrug slightly like you’re trying to downplay it even while you remember how it actually felt, “just stupid talk. Like horror movie stuff.”
Sukuna’s jaw tightens faintly at that, so small you almost think you imagined it, except you know you didn’t, because you’ve started noticing the smallest things about him without trying to.
The diner suddenly feels warmer than before, but not in a comforting way. More like the air itself is getting tighter.
Gojo is still smiling, but Sukuna is still quiet, and you’re starting to realize you can’t decide which one of those makes you more uneasy.
The silence doesn’t last long because Gojo breaks it again, leaning back like the tension was never there to begin with and reaching over without asking to take a fry from your plate.
“So basically,” he says casually, chewing like nothing in the world matters, “you got a creepy spam call from some bored psychopath.”
You immediately slap his hand away without thinking. “Don’t touch my food.”
“Not the point,” he says, still chewing anyway like he’s proven something.
“It kind of is the point.”
Sukuna exhales through his nose, low and controlled, like he’s already tired of both of you again. “Focus.”
Gojo points at him with the fry like that proves something. “I am focused. I’m multitasking.”
You lean forward slightly now, elbows on the table, because sitting back doesn’t feel right anymore. “It wasn’t just spam though. That’s the thing. It felt intentional.”
Gojo’s expression shifts again, less joking now, more curious in a way that’s starting to feel less fun and more invasive. “Intentional how?”
You hesitate, because putting it into words makes it feel worse than it already does, like you’re giving it shape.
“They knew I was alone,” you say finally., quieter now, " they said it like they were sure.”
That lands differently.
Even Gojo doesn’t immediately joke after it.
"Okay,” he says slowly. “That’s actually kind of creepy.”
Sukuna speaks right after him, voice lower. "Did they mention anyone else?"
You glance at him. “Why?”
He doesn’t explain right away, just holds your gaze like he's waiting for you to think harder about it than you already have.
You shift a little under that stare. “ No. They just asked stupid questions. Stupid horror movie stuff. Like they were trying to get into my head or something."
Gojo leans forward again, interest returning but in a different shape now. “Like stalker behavior?”
“Yeah,” you admit. “Exactly like that.”
Gojo let's out a breath through his nose, grin returning but thinner than before. "Okay, I take it back. That's not funny. That's just creepy."
Sukuna’s expression doesn’t change, but his fingers tap once against the table before stopping again. controlled and quiet, like a thought he didn't mean to reveal.
You noticed it anyway.
Not sure why you notice it, but you do.
“You two are acting weird,” you say slowly, watching them both now instead of the table.
Gojo points at himself immediately. “Me? Never.”
You squint at him. “You’re always weird. That’s not new.”
“Rude,” he says, offended.
Sukuna finally speaks again, quieter than both of you, but sharper in meaning. "Did they mention anyone else?"
You pause. “What?”
He leans back slightly, like he didn’t mean to push it that far. "Just asking."
Gojo clears his throat quickly, cutting though the moment like it never existed. "Anyway, not to make this more fun or anything, but if it was a stalker situation, you should probably-"
“I’m not getting a bodyguard,” You cut in immediately, like you’re ending the conversation before it can even become a thing.
Gojo grins. “I was gonna say share your location.”
“Same thing.”
Sukuna mutters under his breath, almost absent. “You already do.”
You pause. “What?”
Gojo laughs like its nothing. “He’s joking.”
Sukuna doesn’t correct him.
You stare between them for a second.
"Do I?” you ask more quietly now.
Gojo waves it off immediately. “Relax. He’s just being dramatic.”
But Sukuna is still looking at you.
The conversation shifts again after that, something completely unrelated, something stupid and exaggerated about a professor that looks like he's hidingsomethingin his basement, “you are actually insane.”
Almost pulls everything back into something normal again.
But every time there’s a gap in the conversation, the earlier words sit back down in your mind like they never left.
The way Sukuna went quiet at the wrong moment.
Eventually, you push your milkshake away slightly.
"I should probably head home,” you say.
Gojo groans immediately like you’ve personally ruined his day. “You just survived emotional damage and now you’re abandoning us?”
“ I did not survive emotional damage.”
“I absolutely carried you through it,” he says confidently.
Sukuna stands up first, not dramatic about it, just calm and final in the way he moves like he already decided something before anyone else did.
“We’ll take you home,” he says.
You blink. “I can walk—”
“No,” he cuts in immediately
Gojo grins again like he’s watching something unfold. “See? He cares.”
Sukuna ignores him completely.
And for some reason, that refusal doesn’t feel like control or protection or even concern.
It feels like certainty, like walking alone was never even an option to begin with.
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A New Change
Alpha Izuku Midoriya x Omega Reader
Context: You come back after the holidays, both you and Izuku having been the last ones to present and suddenly you both can't stay away from each other.
(A reupload of this fic since I deleted it)
Note: Omegaverse, SMUT, NSFW, mutual M@sturbation, Izuku's fingers lol, Mutual pining, Friends to Lovers, dry humping, big stupid himbo Alphas. Izuku's a Prime Alpha, Reader is a Prima Omega. Primes: Stronger more aggressive Alphas, are over Alphas in the heirachy. Primas are omegas that generally have a higher fertility.
Midoriya carried his boxes inside the dorms for Class 3A. To think he was now in third year. Midoriya really was shocked with how fast time flew by, even with all the hassle and struggles of first and second year.
However, the holiday had been something eventful for Midoriya Izuku. He was one of the last few of his classmates to present and to his surprise, as well as to his mother, he had presented as an Alpha. It wasn't what Midoriya thought would happen, because his mother was a Beta and seemingly, he was a Beta too, until three weeks ago.
He had woken up in a cold sweat and his body aching. He felt horrible that morning and could barely remember anything other than the pain. He doubt he actually ate anything and his poor mother looked so worry for him. When she called All Might, the blond Omega had revealed that he was presenting.
Midoriya truly didn't remember a thing other than it being a horrible experience and he felt as if he was sick, but the day after he felt fine. Other than the fact that he woke up with a cock looking slightly different than how he last left it, a few inches taller and longer thicker canines.
Midoriya didn't really find it a big deal, other than buying scent patches and having to buy new clothes from more Alpha friendly brands. Nothing Midoriya particularly found an inconvenience (other than the clothes but who didn't like new clothes?)
But maybe he was wrong.
"Midoriya?" The green haired Alpha turned at the sound of someone saying his name. He turned to look at Kaminari who jogged up to him with a smile before slowing down. His golden eyes widened in surprise as he stopped. He sniffed. Then sniffed again. The blond Omega took another few steps forward as he sniffed near Midoriya. He looked him over with wide eyes. "Whoa!? Since when were you an Alpha?" He asked surprised.
"Kaminari, what are you talking about?" Iida asked with a raised eyebrow as the Alpha tilted his head and got off the couch.
Denki motioned to Midoriya with his hands. "He smells like an Alpha!" He turned to look back at Izuku. "Looks like one too... Hm... Open up."
Midoriya had to take a step back in surprise as Denki pried open Midoriya's mouth. Sitting there snugly in his mouth were two large canines that weren't there the last time Denki had seen him. Midoriya didn't like Denki's fingers in his mouth. Despite the Omega being a friend of his, he let out a low growl in annoyance, that took everyone by surprise.
Denki took his hands out of Midoriya's mouth with wide eyes, keeping his hands to himself. "Sorry, man! Didn't mean to press into your personal space like that."
Midoriya closed his mouth with a scrunched up face before shaking his head. "Sorry about that, Kaminari. I didn't mean to do that."
Iida adjusted his glasses in surprise. "You're right."
"You see!" He let out.
"No!" Sero let out dramatically as he put his hands over his eyes with a sigh. "Not another one!" He stood up on his tall legs. His black eyebrows furrowed as he looked straight at Midoriya. "This was not part of the plan Midoriya! We were supposed to be Betas together! There can't only be three Beta males in this class!"
Midoriya chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Sero. It kind of took me by surprise. It only happened two weeks ago." He revealed. Midoriya paused as he heard more sniffing. He straightened up as he turned to look behind him. Sniffing near his arm was Momo.
The Omega paused, putting her hands to herself in embarrassment as a soft blush went to her face. "Sorry Midoriya." She bowed her head. "You just smell... well you smell..."
"Fucking Amazing." Denki let out bluntly.
Iida turned to him shocked with a strict look. "Kaminari! No swearing!"
Midoriya's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I do?" He let out surprised. He wasn't exactly sure how he smelled, he just knew that he could smell everything much more intense than before and it was something for him to get used to.
A whistle went out as Mina walked into the room. Her golden eyes looked Midoriya up and down. "Midoriya, look at you. Have you been bulking up over the summer?" She asked as she poked his bicep. Midoriya felt a flush of pink go to his cheeks at her proding as her eyes went around him unhindered. It was always like this when people in class presented for the first time.
Sero sighed as he put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "He presented." He revealed.
"Whoa, really?" She asked surprised. "So it's him and Y/N to finish us off?"
"Y/N?"
Letting out a loud TSK was Bakugou, who was among one of the first to present along with Kirishima who he was sitting ontop of. The two of them had been courting since second year and Bakugou seemed to take great pride in it. His arms were folded over his chest. "That makes no sense. How come Deku presents as a fucking Alpha of all things and Y/N presents too? It makes no sense." He let out in disapproval.
Before anyone could come to Midoriya's aid, a low growl was heard. Midoriya frowned as he looked at Bakugou, a growl coming out from the back of his throat as his scent started to turn sour. The room went silent at the uncharacteristic growl that left him.
Momo covered her nose and Mina and Sero quickly stood up seeing it as their time to shine as Betas and peacekeepers. "Okay, Katsuki that's enough out of you." Mina pointed out to the blond Omega.
"Yah man, you know how sensitive Midoriya is going to be for the next month or so." Sero reminded the blond Omega who had his own trigger happy phase when he first presented.
Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but his pupils started to dilate. Kirishima put a hand to his neck and started to rub at his scent glands gently. Bakugou pouted at being distracted but didn't press on.
Kirishima however looked at Midoriya with an inquisitive look. His head was tilted to the side, long red locks slipping out of the loose bun. Kirishima was the only Prime Alpha in Class 3A which automatically made him very influential among the class dynamics. Right now however, he could feel the balance shifting and it all started when Midoriya entered the room.
"Midoriya?"
"Hm?" Midoriya asked as he flicked his green eyes to Kirishima. Immediately it was as if the temperature in the room fell as both Primes looked at each other. Kirishima's pupils thinned and so did Midoriyas.
"Uh... what's going on?" Shinso asked as he looked between the both of them.
No one had a particular answer as both Alpha males just stared at each other for a moment.
Mina felt her phone vibrate. She fished in her pocket and pulled out her phone. She let out an excited giggle. "Y/N is here!" She let out loudly, dispelling the tension as she ran to the door.
Midoriya blinked, his pupils fluctuating back to normal as he let out a low groan at a soft headache. Kirishima also groaned with a frown as he rubbed his eyes. Bakugou raised an eyebrow and let out a questioning sound but Kirishima didn't respond back.
Shoto moved over to take the box that Midoriya was holding out of his hands. "Are you okay, Izuku?"
Midoriya nodded his head. "Yah, I think so. Just felt weird." He stated as he shook his head and blinked. Before he could open his mouth to greet Todoroki, a scream went out in the air.
Everyone turned to Mina who had effectively tackled you to the floor. "OH MY GOD!" She let out happily with laughter.
You laughed as you had your arms around Mina. "MINA! Please! There's no need to break me right as I arrive." You told her humoured but happy for her excitement.
Midoriya sniffed. He sniffed again. A sweet scent filled the air. It was something he had never thought so sweet yet also welcoming. It wasn't sickeningly sweet nor was it dull. It was potent, very much so. Similar to Bakugou's but instead of making his nose agitated, Midoriya couldn't get enough of the smell. He looked to Shoto who seemed just as confused at the new scent too.
Mina helped you up to your feet and that's when everyone saw it. You chuckled as you waved a hand. "Hello everyone! It's so good to see you."
You stood in a beautiful yellow sundress, but that wasn't the thing that had people surprised. You had changed. Your body had visibly adjusted to the role of an Omega but in a way that Midoriya couldn't exactly describe. Your hips had widened out a bit, making sure to suit your dynamic's purpose of bearing pups, you hadn't exactly shrunken in height but your height suited your figure and you looked like you were glowing. A wave of calm coming with you.
Excited squeals filled the air as Denki, Momo and Koda also flocked over to you. The group of Omegas and Mina crowding you as you smiled at all of them.
"You look amazing!" Denki let out with a bright smile.
"You smell so nice! I knew you'd turn into an Omega." Momo praised.
"When did you present?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes at all the excited chirps and squeals from all the other Omegas in his class, not finding it necessary.
You chuckled as you moved to pick up your bags. "Like three weeks ago." You voiced out informing them. "I just have been busy with the commission and everything that I didn't really get to take it all in." You explained. For some odd chance, you lifted your gaze and it landed straight on Midoriya. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, instantly catching on the difference.
He stared back at you before offering you a kind smile. You felt heat move up your face and you smiled back but looked away quickly to stop yourself before your scent leaked out your feelings. You had always had a crush on Midoriya since first year but you never really got to tell him about it. You just decided to keep it to yourself.
Since then, the dynamics and politics of the class had shifted but silently, in a way that no one brought it up but it was clearly different. However, you were more focused on the big Alpha that was newly presented too.
Just watching him train could make you drool. Midoriya seemed to have an underlying aggression to him that you always knew was there but just seemed more prevalent. You would see it in group examinations for training. Watching him in his hero uniform, canines barred as he faced classmates in Class B, his pupils thin and nothing other than threat behind those eyes.
However, you also loved how he stayed the same. He was still such a nerd as he would scribble at his side of the class with his head down in his notebook taking notes and muttering to himself about whatever was being discussed. Or how he would easily explain a quirk and its pros and cons when it was one he knew or had an inkling of an idea how to tackle or deal with.
But every time you saw him you felt as if you were suffocating. You couldn't breathe in his scent the else you felt like you were just about to slick up your panties, or you couldn't think too hard about how handsome he was the else your scent would go all heavy and savoury showing that your thoughts weren't all that innocent.
So despite trying your best not to make an utter fool of yourself and to escape the humiliation of being labelled as nothing more than a horny crazed Omega, you somehow found yourself downstairs with Midoriya right in front of you.
The large Alpha had his eyebrows raised in surprise as he stood in front of you, in nothing more than a pair of sleeping boxers. Considerings Alphas ran warmer than Omegas, you weren't surprised, but still. "You couldn't sleep too?" He asked with a gentle smile, however you could barely get past his bare abs. His muscles seemed defined in the faint glow of themoonlight.
You swallowed down hard, nodding your head. "Yah. Couldn't fall back asleep. I thought maybe I should... get some water." You motioned to the water bottle in your hand. Midoriya smiled waving the one he wanted to refill too. You nodded with a smile. The both of you were silent as you stood amongst each other.
Midoriya kept his eyes on you as you looked to the side. You were in a pair of short pyjama pants and a tank top. However, considering it was chilly outside of the dorm rooms, Midoriya couldn't tear his eyes away from your shirt, particularly, your nipples that pronounced themselves. He swallowed down hard, trying his best to be civil.
How would they feel in his mouth?
"Would you..." He tore his eyes up to your face as you began to speak. "Would you like to come over to my room? We can watch a movie or something?" You offered up to him.
Midoriya smiled and nodded his head. "Sure! Sounds great."
Midoriya followed you back to your room on the femme side of the dormitories. He had never been to your room before, so his heart was beating fast at the thought. What would it be like? Would it smell like you?
You unlocked your door, opening it and allowing Midoriya in after you before closing it behind you. Midoriya looked around at the room. It suited you, with your own unique style and everything. He noticed your nest was pushed to a corner, and it seemed to be the place generating the most of your scent. It was warm and wonderful smelling. It smelt like you.
You moved to open up your laptop as the both of you got seated in the dark in your room. You set up a movie you had never watched before and got comfortable.
The two of you had light conversation, meaningless really but it was easy talking to him.
However, what you didn't expect was 30 minutes into the movie for there to already be a sex scene. Your face burned hot as you tried your best not to look uncomfortable. This was not how you thought this movie was going to go.
You glanced over to the green haired Alpha in your room. Midoriya was silent as he leaned back against the wall that your bed was pushed against, not a particular emotion on your face. You tried to ignore the heavy breathing from the audio of the movie and you tried to slow down your own. You took a deep breath and tried your best to control your scent as not to give off anything.
You glanced down to where Midoriya sat with his arms folded over his chest, legs spread as he watched the movie. Your eyes flicked down to his crotch. You felt a jolt of arousal go through you at the bulge. Was he hard?
Or was that him soft?
At the thought you tried to tear your eyes away from him, swallowing down hard. You had to keep your mind focused and still. You needed to focus on the task at hand and that was finishing this movie. However...
How would it feel to sit on it? Would he let you hump him just at the fact that you couldn't think when he was around you? He smelt sooo good. He smelt like your worst fantasies and greatest pleasures.
Midoriya's fingers dug into his biceps. This was not how he thought this movie would go. He was sure that this was supposed to be a super sweet romcom. But now, right in his face was a whole lot of a famous person's ass.
It didn't help that you were sitting next to him and your scent was so intoxicating. You smelt like you fell from heaven and right into his lap. He wanted to pull you into his lap. Your scent made his gums ache. It was the main reason why he was keeping his mouth shut.
He took a deep breath as he shifted, glancing over to you briefly. Only to realise your eyes weren't on the screen either. Your eyes were on him. Sort of. Your eyes were downcasted as you focused on something else. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he flicked his gaze down wondering maybe there was something on his pants that he wasn't aware of. The only thing he could really take notice of was his
...
Oh.
Midoriya tried to fight off a deep red blush that would have turned him into a tomato. So that's what you were staring at? If it was bothering you, you probably would have kicked him out of your room by now... but you hadn't. Not yet.
So... it was okay...
Midoriya glanced down to you, where your thighs were pressed together. It seemed a rather uncomfortable way to sit but there you were, sitting with your legs crossed as you breathed heavy enough that Midoriya was semi-concerned.
He decided to verify his suspicions. It could either lead to him getting kicked out of your room or to him being the happies Alpha in the entire UA.
Either one would have to work.
You watched as you saw him move to briefly shift on your bed, a hand adjusting himself before settling on his inner thigh.
Fuck.
Why did he have to be hot? Why did he have to be more than just a lovely and caring pack member in your eyes? Cause now you couldn't stop staring at the way his hand rested over his clothed dick, and most of all you could stop thinking about how it would feel underneath you.
You bit back a whimper as you absent mindedly brought a hand over your breast. Two fingers pinching your nipple as you tried your best to squeeze your thighs to relieve the tension you were feeling. You swallowed down hard as you moved your eyes away from his crotch to look up at his face. only to find that Midoriya was already looking at you. A single raised eyebrow on his face and a slight smirk to his lips. You instantly looked away from him, dropping your hands away from your body as you stared down at the movie.
This was it for you. He caught you staring. Now he was going to tell Aizawa Sensei and he would sit you down for stern talking to about not staring at Alpha's bulges with no consent from them.
"Omega." You let out a chirp but you didn't turn to look at him. He carefully reached over, pausing the movie mid moan of whoever it was, before moving your head to turn and face him. The light from your screen illuminated his face as he stared back at you, wide pupils that consumed his green emerald irises. He glanced down away from your eyes.
Your eyebrows twitched as you glanced down as well. You then noticed that your nipples were hard. Well... they had been hard since before the movie. You glanced up at his eyes and he looked at you. There was a beat of silence as you both stared at each other.
You shifted slightly, spreading your legs.
Instantly Midoriya was hit with the scent of slick. His eyes fluttered as he withheld a groan to let out a low hum. You smelt intoxicating. He wondered how wet you were and how on earth you managed to cover that up.
He watched as you shimmied to close your laptop screen, descending you both in darkness, other than the bright moonlight from outside. You were illuminated perfectly as he watched you turn to face him, pushing a pillow behind you as he watched you settle back to face him.
Your eyes watched his face closely as you slowly reached your hands up to your breasts again, squeezing them.
Midoriya let out a soft groan.
You watched Midoriya move to do the same thing you did, his body facing you as he leaned back against the headboard of your bed. You watched him shift a hand moving over to where his cock was, lightly grabbing it.
He was thick.
The sight of it just through his pants was enough to make you feel slick drip out of you again. You whimpered as you moved a hand down between your legs, slipping down past your waistband.
Midoriya couldn't help it mostly because he refused to aknowledge this was real.
No, he was not currently rubbing his cock through his pants at the sight of you playing with your nipples in your room. No, he could not smell your slick almost as if his nose was pressed against your sex. No, he could not see that you weren't wearing panties underneath your loose booty short pyjama pants and could see a glisten of said slick.
But he did know, he could definitely hear the way your cunt was wet as you dipped a finger to rub your clit underneath your shorts, a glimpse of your fat cunt to him.
Fuck.
You both couldn't help yourselves as you stared at each other. This was better than staying up at night imagining either one of you or trying to substitute adult stars with each other.
This was you and him, watching each other, fantasising but not touching. Wanting each other by restraining yourselves.
You rubbed yourself the way you liked it and damn did you not expect your high to feel like it was coming so fast. For the most part, you didn't expect for his cock to keep growing underneath his pants.
Why on earth did he look so big? And the way his hand stroked his cock was enough to make you drenched. You could feel your pyjama pants start to stick to your skin at the connection of slick between you and the cloth.
Midoriya couldn't take it anymore. He let go of himself as he reached over to grab you, breaking the imaginary barrier. Your eyes widened as you felt his hands on your hips before he pulled you over suddenly. You let out a surprised chirp as he brought you to sit on his lap.
Your eyes widened as you looked down at him, him looking up at you.
He sat up briefly, his face close to your own as you both breathed heavily, your eyes locked onto each other and the strength of a bond you had both been ignoring, puling at each other.
You whimpered as you felt him twitch right underneath your cunt where you sat on him. "Alpha."
Midoriya moved his hand to the back of your neck, and pulled you down to kiss you. A groan was pulled out of his chest at the taste of your mouth on his.
He's been wanting to do this for sooo long.
You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, leaning in closer. You wanted him. You wanted him so badly. His tongue was hot in your mouth and you let him dominate you as your hands dragged down his expansive scar littered body. Every scar, every freckle, his entire body all for you to feel finally.
You were breathing off of each other's oxygen, moving back and forwards, rocking against each other without even planning it.
Midoriya let out a moan at the feeling of your wet cunt rubbing over his clothed cock. He
pushed you down harder, allowing you to girate your hips how you wanted. He moved a hand to track your movements with one hand while the other moved up your back before sliding over to your front, wanting to grab at your tits. Which he did.
His hands moved under your shirt and grabbed your breast, making you move back with a gasp, air filling your lungs however you were petty. You couldn't care about air when you could be closer to him. You felt one of his fingers, his calloused fingers, move to feel over your nipple. You felt him tug and pinch at your sensitive bud making you cry.
You looked down at him from where you sat on top of him, your hips moving hard and fast as you settled your knees at either side of him, trying to move up and down while you did it.
Midoriya groaned as he leaned back, watching your hips as you did it. You had soaked through your shorts and were now making a decently sized wet patch on his own pants. "Good girl. Come on, ride this dick. It's all fucking yours." His low voice had you whining, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, chasing the high that was coming to you fast.
This was a dream you didn't want to leave.
Midoriya tried his best not too make too much noise of his own but he couldn't help it. Not when your scent flooded his nose, not when you're entire being flooded his every senses.
He was close. He was so close.
He bucked his hips making you whine. "Yes." You whispered out into the air as you gripped onto him harder. You both held onto each other for dear life, not wanting to separate as you both chased the high you were craving. Heavy breaths, groans, moans and gripping fingers.
You slapped a hand over your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, grinding down against him hard and fast as your orgasm rushed through you. Midoriya held you down against him as you did. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" He bit down on your shoulder as he stilled, allowing you to use him for your own pleasure. His eyes rolled into his skull as a deep groan came out of him as he thrusted up into your warm wet space between your legs.
You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think. Your mind shattered into billions of peices as you came hard against him. You were stuck in a floating space that was blissful pleasure. The smell of him, the feel of him, everything about him.
You finally gasped as you collapsed against his chest, a broken sob out of your body as you shivered in his grasp. Midoriya relaxed back against your pillow as he held you, his arms wrapped around you as his thumb rubbed at your arm.
You were both breathing hard, but Midoriya fought sleep as he opened his eyes to kiss your head. You were shivering, your thighs shaking as you tried to climb back from the orgasm you just had. He shushed you sweetly as he kissed your head again, holding you tighter.
"It's okay. It's okay. Just breathe. I'm here, Alpha is here." He told you reassuringly. "I'm here. Don't fight it, just breathe." His comforting soothing words and touches, allowed you to close your eyes and rest against his chest. It took a few minutes before you were properly passed out on top of him.
Midoriya only moved when he was sure you were dead asleep. He managed to grab a towel and clean the both of you up, promising himself he'd wash that in the morning. He got you a new pair of shorts and went to your bathroom (a new perk of being third years- private bathrooms) and cleaned himself off before he safely slipped back into your bed. He held you safely, a smile on his face wondering how on earth he managed to pull this off.
You were making breakfast in the kitchen as everyone started clambering downstairs before the school day would start. You managed to flip a pancake, making sure not to burn it.
"I swear, I need to go to sleep earlier." Denki stated as he sat with his arms folded as he leaned over the common room table. He let out a groan making Sero shake his head.
You chuckled at the sound as you looked to Mina who was on breakfast duty with you, along with Iida.
Suddenly you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist as a body pressed up against you. "What are you making?" Midoriya asked in your ear. At the smell of his scent you took a deep breath before leaning back in bliss.
You smiled as you tilted your head up at him. "Pancakes. They're almost ready."
He hummed before placing a kiss to your neck. "Why is it that everytime you're cooking a meal, I'm so much more hungrier?" He asked lowly, his mouth attached to your neck as he playfully nibbled near your scent gland.
You shot up with a chirp, arousal leaking through your scent. You slapped the spatula on his arm. "Back Alpha! Back! I need to finish breakfast."
Midoriya chuckled with a nod. "Alright. Save me a plate." He wished as he turned to go and give a shocked Iida a fistbump before walking to go sit on one of the chairs at the table.
Kirishima and Bakugou, as well as the rest of the pack were silent as they watched the
exchange. Denki motioned between Midoriya and you, the both of you secretly courting each other behind closed doors until today. "When did that happen?"
-Glitch1d
pretty please
Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.
pairings - choso x reader x sukuna
warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k
this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!!
art is from @/679sora on IG
Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!
Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.
It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.
You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.
Menaces, they’re menaces.
Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.
Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.
Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?
No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.
Not that you’re aware of any of it.
Even now, they’re smushing you between them on the couch, manspread thighs against your own, you never get any space with these two.
“Hah, i’ll throw your ass right off rainbow fucking road,” Sukuna’s grinning like the psycho he is when he nudges your cart, your cute little Yoshi flying off.
“Ugh, you dick!”
“Sukuna,” Choso sighs and shakes his head. “Stop throwing her off.”
“Stop throwing her off,” you smack him with his mocking tone, getting back onto the road and speeding up. “Hah!”
“Not again!? You’re such a jerk!”
“I’ll avenge you angel,” Sukuna rolls his eyes when Choso runs Sukuna off the road, and his bowser goes flying, you snicker in laughter as Sukuna crashes out.
“Choso, my hero!”
“I’ll come fucking get the both of you,” Sukuna’s locked in, brows lowered – far too close to you now as if the couch isn’t big enough for him, his biceps flexing in a concerning ass way that makes you stop driving. “What brat, ya done?”
“I um…” you blink and focus once more, in time for Choso to lean forward, his elbow resting on your bare thigh so casually.
Casual.
You’re ovulating and losing mario kart!
“Mnh…”
They both look at you and you cover your face in embarrassment, slick dribbling down your inner thighs – you’re always wet around them but today is too fucking much, how many times a day can you change your panties? You could swear they keep coming up missing too.
“You all right angel?” Choso asks softly, tilting his head and looking at you far too closely, hand on your cheek. “You’re warm! Do you have a fever?”
“N-no,” Sukuna scoffs and yanks the remote from your hands, feeling your head for himself.
“You are warm, brat, better not be sick,” he tilts your chin up and smirks. “You lost big time, hah you suck.”
“Ugh!” You shove at him once more. “You suck! I’m fine!”
You three play another round and Sukuna won’t stop knocking you off, sending your car into a tailspin, you get so damn mad at him you toss the remote on the floor. Sukuna snorts when you cross your arms.
“Looking like a little spoiled brat.”
“I am not! You’re just rude!”
“Tch, can’t even lose a game,” you’re so irritated and so horny you can’t think right now, just glaring at the pink haired menace. “Don’t feel bad, I beat you at every single game, don’t I?”
“Sukuna stop,” Choso sets his remote down, wrapping a protective arm and tugging you against him. “Leave her alone, you’re really being a dick over it.”
“I am competitive, she’s the sore loser.”
“You’re not competitive, you’re being an ass,” you snuggle to Choso now and he blushes, your lips against his neck, tickling his skin.
“Thank you Cho,” you murmur, pressing a kiss, he sucks in a breath, hand tightening at your waist, Sukuna glares at the sight, smacking Choso’s hand right off you. “Hey!”
“You’re mad she’s snuggling to me.”
“Hah, right,” Sukuna stands up now, yanking you off Choso like the big brute he is, you kick at him and he smirks, yanking your ankle. “Think ya can hurt me, brat?”
“You’re the biggest brat there is, Ryomen Sukuna!”
“Wow, my full name – really,” you stick your tongue out and Sukuna bars you with his arms on the couch, making your breath catch. Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not hot and ruining you with his proximity. “Admit you’re trash at Mario cart and I’ll make you feel real good, won’t have to fuck yourself tonight with your dildo collection.”
“Invasion of privacy! No, I won’t admit I suck,” you smack at his arm and then climb right onto Choso’s lap, he sucks in a breath at the action.
“Oh… Oh! Oh,” he’s gripping your waist with those big hands, dragging your heat against that bulge underneath his pants as you move your hips, his eyes darkening. “Hi.”
You giggle a bit at that, moving again, feeling Sukuna tense behind you. “Hi.”
“Get off his damn lap,” Sukuna turns your face towards him, just to get Choso smacking his hand away this time. “I’ll beat both your asses.”
“No you won’t,” Choso murmurs, turning your face to him now, thumb brushing little circles on your hip, making you even wetter. “I’ll make you feel good without you having to say you ‘suck’ at Mario cart. You don’t suck.”
“I can suck,” you whisper, leaning forward and giggling, Choso moans when you kiss his lips, and everything in your living room shifts.
It’s a desperate kiss once Choso gets a taste of you, moaning into your mouth and working your body against him, sucking in a breath, eyes fluttering shut, sucking your tongue in his mouth and rutting up against you. You whine out at it, you could almost cum from just feeling him, one of his hands entangling in his hair.
“Are you really gonna leave me out?” Sukuna asks, flipping you before you can think, now your back is pressed on Choso’s hard chest, Sukuna is kneeling, his hands pressing against your tits. You’re ovulating so bad they’re full and aching, your nipples sensitive when he brushes his thumbs on them. “You’re needy, huh brat?”
“Not for you and your Mario cart cheating tactics, mnh!” He uses a hand to tug up your shirt, your tits spilling out, earning his moan.
“Don’t want my mouth on them?” You can’t say no, not when Choso’s biting your neck, his fingers slipping up your shorts, making your thighs tremble, back arching for more of Sukuna’s touch. “Answer.”
“I am still mad at you, but I’ll let you do that,” he smirks as if he’ll get to fuck you – little does Sukuna know you take Mario Kart very seriously, and you’re planning on making your giant, pink haired roomie pay. “Mnh!”
Sukuna presses you back against Choso, grabbing your tit and wrapping his lips around the little bud, sucking it into the hot recesses of his mouth, tongue ring clicking against it and earning a soft moan. You move against Choso who whines out in response, cock licking so much sticky pre it’s drizzling against your inner thigh, his finger running over your panties.
“Ngh,” soft moans escape your lips as Sukuna sucks one nipple, the other toyed with by his thumb and forefinger, Choso’s running up and down your slit until you’re dripping wet. “Choso…”
“Even now?” Sukuna scowls and you grin, earning a sharp bite on your tit, leaving glistening teeth marks, you gasp in shock and he grins. “Marked you.”
“Freak,” you grumble, but he’s sucking your other nipple, and your hand finds its way in his pink silky hair, it’s so soft, you tug hard and he grips your tit hard, sucking it in his mouth as Choso toys your clit. “F-fuck… mnh…”
“You’re soaked baby,” Choso whispers, tilting your face to his and kissing you, messy with your tongues dripping saliva. “Like that?”
“Y-yes, ow!” Sukuna bites the fuck out of you again, earning your attention, you yank the fuck out of his hair and make him moan.
“Where’s my attention!?”
“I’m still mad, I already told you,” Sukuna tugs your shorts to the side, seeing how soaking wet you are, panties drenched.
“Already fuck yourself today?”
“Maybe,” he smirks. “Why?”
“Nothing – just that’s my cock.”
“What!?” You shove him hard, he’s chuckling and Choso’s damn near about to bust with how you wiggle. “You did not seriously? Psycho!”
“Bet you loved it,” you did, fuck him. “Could you take it all?”
“No – I mean!? Yep, hah wasn’t that -”
Before you can finish your petty lie, Sukuna’s kissing you, messy and mean with it, tongue ring clicking the roof of your mouth, you’re rocking back and forth, dying for them inside you. If you weren’t such a petty girl, maybe you’d let Sukuna slide his cock inside your cunt, where Choso’s running circles against your slick entrance – but you’re still mad about Mario Kart.
And now he’s making his cock your dildo!?
“You’re batshit insane,” you’re still kissing him though, Choso’s got your clit twitching and Sukuna’s pinching your nipples and rolling them, the simultaneous play is too much to handle. “You c-can’t just… mnh, d-do that.”
“That’s not fair, I wanna make you one,” Choso pouts as he sinks two fingers in your messy, needy cunt, you’re soaking them and quivering, sucking them up so damn easy. “Do you want one of me?”
“I do, stop biting, you dick!” Sukuna’s furious – how dare you give him all the attention when Sukuna is right there, he slips his finger down and Choso pulls his out with a wet pop, sucking on them and moaning.
Fuck he’s hot.
You’re a little lost when you realize Sukuna’s shoving two fingers deep, scissoring them in and out of your hole. “Hah your cunt is already fucked out, you must love my dick stretching your messy cunt out.”
“You w-wish,” your thighs are held up by Choso for Sukuna’s mean fingers to rock in and out of your cunt with loud squelches, your nails press into Choso’s forearms when he grips your tit, squishing it in his hand and rutting that leaky cock right on you. “Close, close… Sukuna!?”
“You thought,” he yanks his fingers out, smirking at the obscene amount dripping, slipping them right in your mouth. “Suck.”
You bob your mouth up and down his knuckles, cheeks all flushed and your eyes dazed, Sukuna moans at the sight, picturing how well you’d suck his cock, as you slip your tongue between those digits. Choso’s already fingering you again, your cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back.
“I’ll let you cum baby,” he murmurs, Sukuna scoffs – Choso was always trying to ‘please you’ and this was no different, you’re sucking Sukuna’s fingers as his hand grips under your chin, Choso’s fingers making a mess between your thighs as you clamp down. “Go ahead, cum for me.”
“Mmph!” You’re drooling as Sukuna’s fingers go deeper, damn near choking you with them, orgasm making you squirt all over Choso’s lap, drops smacking against Sukuna’s pants, he groans at the sigh.
“Messy lil slut, look at ya, can’t handle a couple fingers?”
“Fuck off, was cummin’ for Choso,” Choso grins, his fingers easing out of your cunt with a messy pop as she keeps spasming, gushing arousal down onto the couch you’re sitting on. “Cho, come on.”
“Come where baby?”
“My room,” you stand and push past Sukuna, whose cock is so hard you can see it pressing out, he winces and has to adjust it when you’re crooking your finger. “You can watch.”
“Watch!? The fuck?”
You drag Choso – dopey grin on his face and all – giggling as you rush him to your room. “Yep.”
“I’m not just gonna watch you…” You’re stripped down right in front of them in moments, and both the boys have open mouths.
Listen, you’ve been waiting to fuck them, and cucking Sukuna seemed apt enough punishment after the shit he was pulling today. Your tits bounce when you turn to Choso, slipping off his shirt and running your fingertips across his tattooed chest, he snatches you up and kisses you, surprising you by how needy he is, you thought he may be shy.
He’s so not shy when he eagerly steps out of his pants, and you see all that white dripping through his boxers. “I am not watching.”
“You sit right there,” you point to your bright pink gaming chair, a big ass flower cushion and a plushy on it, Sukuna’s red eyes narrow – for a moment he does scare you, but not when he throws your plushy and pillow on the ground. “Hey!”
“Fuck off,” he sits in the chair and it creaks under his heavy weight, crossing his arms now. “Well, put on your little show – you’ll beg me to join.”
“You think so?”
“I know it, want all your holes filled,” his eyes drift down the curves of your body, his cock aching so badly he unzips his pants, watching your fucked out little gaze. “Like what you see?”
Who wouldn’t like that thick, veiny cock with the pierced reddened tip? Drooling white as he strokes it in front of you. Your throat goes dry as you consider if you can give him such a punishment, but you smile all mean.
“Admit you cheat at Mario Kart.”
“I don’t you brat!?”
“Then no,” you press Choso down on the bed, he’s tugging his boxers off, his pretty cock smacking his belly button, pre just dripping against that black strip of hair over his cock. “Oh… You’re so ready, aren’t you Choso?”
“Please,” he’s tugging you on him, giving Sukuna a view of your ass, your cunt gliding along Choso’s cock and dripping all over. “Oh pretty…”
He’s got a piercing too, right on his pretty pink tip, you’re running your slit right along it, hands braced on his chest, Choso's mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. You’re whining out when he plays with the other, holding them both in his hands as you move.
“Your titties are so pretty,” he whispers, one hand slipping down to your waist, god he’s dreamed of you but not like this – gliding your cunt right on him? He could lift you and slam his cock so deep, but he also wants to let you tease him, edge him till he can’t help himself. “F-fuck… you’re so wet…”
“Rub it in,” Sukuna earns your laugh, peeking over your shoulder and arching so he has a look of your hole from the back. “I’d fuck you right in your ass first.”
“You would not!”
“Sure would, Choso can have your cunt..”
“I’ll take any hole,” you giggle again, kissing your roomie, his lips plush underneath yours, your nails press into his shoulders as his tip bumps your needy clit. “Ah! Choso…”
“Do you l-like it baby?” You nod eagerly, he’s sucking your tits again, dragging you down hard, his cock leaking more pre – so much he worries he did cum, but it’s still thickening against you. “Wanna fill you up with all my cum. Eat it out of you.”
“Mnh,” you’re leaning up now, gliding faster, watching Choso lose it, bruising your waist, his cheeks dusted with pink.
“You really gonna do all this for MARIO KART!? You’re such a petty little annoying brat.”
You glare and turn around, reverse cowgirl right on Choso’s cock, he’s whimpering and Sukuna’s stroking his cock, his lips parted as he takes in your body facing him. “You’re petty! And annoying, you never give me privacy!”
“Neither does he!?” Sukuna stands, his cock so heavy it’s just hanging, dripping on the pink fluffy rug.
“You’re making a mess, Kuna, all over my rug.”
His jaw sets, Choso’s fingers are pressing harder as he drags you up and down, gasping out. “Like you didn’t squirt on me!?”
“Can I put it in please?” Choso’s completely ignoring your spat – how can he think when he’s so close to being able to slide his cock inside your cute, soaking wet hole?
“Y-yes,” you let him lift you and grab his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, tip slipping in your hole. “Mnh!”
“Oh my god,” he drags you down in one stroke – deep inside – so much your tummy bulges for Sukuna to see, he groans at the sight, Choso lifting you and that mess of slick glistening. “You’re so f-fucking wet, god you feel so good.”
Sukuna’s gripping your hair and bending down as you ride Choso’s cock, ass bouncing up and down, nails pressing into his thighs to keep balance, he lifts your ass up and groans, fingers dimpling the plump flesh of your ass. “Making a whole show, aren’t you?”
You take your hand and swipe your thumb over Sukuna’s tip, licking it off and watching him lose it, only to rock on Choso’s cock more, feeling him hit your cervix, making you gasp out desperately. “You’re so deep, mnh!”
“Swear to god,” Sukuna’s stroking his cock when Choso sits up and puts you on all fours, slapping his heavy cock against your ass, you moan and arch, face precariously close to Sukuna’s cock. “Come on, fuck… just lemme…”
“You can jerk off near me,” You gasp out, a broken little moan spilling from your lips as Choso slams right back in, heavy balls kissing your clit, your head falling back. “You’re lucky to even get that.”
“Fuckin’ brat,” Choso’s groaning as you grip him with your gummy walls just fluttering, he can’t even focus on anything but the curve of your ass like this, the way his tip is pressing your cervix, how full his balls are.
Your thighs tremble, hands gripping the blanket, looking back at him all pretty as he splits you open on his cock. “Ch-choso… f-feels so…”
You break off talking when he shoves in hard, pinning you to him and rolling those hips – god Choso could fuck, you didn’t think he couldn’t exactly but you sure didn’t expect that. He slams again harder, pushing your face until your mouth is almost brushing Sukuna’s needy tip, just that has the six foot five man whimpering.
“Fuck… slutty lil brat,” you’d scowl or stick your tongue out but Choso’s hitting it too good, stretching you right out to his shape with messy strokes. Your mouth is open with your gasps, every stroke of Sukuna’s hand on his cock making your tummy clench any more.
“Y-you’re gonna admit you cheat,” you whisper, sucking in a breath when Choso grabs your shoulder and fucks in so deep it hurts. “Ah!”
“Stop fighting,” he whines out when you pulse around him, leaning over you and gripping your chin, turning you to him. “Just cum, lemme feel it milk me.”
Oh fuck.
You kiss him and let him rail you, as Sukuna has to watch the girl he’s jerked off to fuck his roomate – all because he just had to make her mad. He wishes it wasn’t so sexy hearing the skin smacking and your messy cunt squishing with every thrust, already about to bust like a pathetic loser.
“I’m s-sorry, fuck,” he mumbles, you pull back and Choso chuckles, slamming against you again, pushing you to arch more. “All right!? Shit you’re mean.”
“You’re s-sorry, really? Mnh!” He moans and grips your hair, jerking right in front of your face as Choso snaps his hips hard.
“Perfect cunt just gripping me, god jus’ like th-that,” he’s pussy drunk off you, he can’t help but be happy he’s inside and not in your bright pink cuck chair, or jerking it like Sukuna.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that too, but he’s been fisting his cock to you since the first day you met.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper now, looking up at Sukuna and moaning, breath tickling the tip of his cock. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, god just… can I just… cum on your tongue, fuck – I’ll let you win, n-next time just…”
You suppose you’ll take a little pity on him, opening your mouth with your little pink tongue out, letting Sukuna jerk it even closer, strings of puffy cum splattering all over your tongue, your mouth, your chin. It’s fucking filthy having it all over you as your orgasm hits, making you swallow all him up.
“Want me to cum inside your pretty lil hole?” Choso asks, you’re still swallowing Sukuna’s cum when he brushes it on your lips, stroking it so even more oozes from that little slit and decorates your lips.
You nod and arch, your nails now pressing into Sukuna’s thighs, Choso busting deep inside your cunt and all he can get is his tip grazing your damn tongue, he’s so desperate he’s happy for that. He’s groaning as he watches you get filled by Choso’s cum, your fucked out face and your crossed eyes.
“Wanna be inside next,” he mumbles, pulling back and groaning, your nails pressing into the tattoos on his muscled thighs as you tremble.
You’re flooded with Choso’s warmth, coating all your walls as he pulses, thickening even more, tip dragging on your spot over and over, making you both sensitive. “Took all that, so greedy.”
“Mhm,” you whisper, licking Sukuna’s cum off his thumb when he gathers it from your cheek, off your chin, slipping it in your mouth. “You came so much, Choso…”
“What about me you brat!?”
You grin and give him the tiniest kitten flick of your tongue on his tip, watching him jerk from just that. “I’ll maybe forgive you.”
“Maybe? Tch,” Choso pulls out of you with a messy pop, watching all his cum flood out of your hole, pushing it right out and dripping on your blankets.
“Look at all you took,” he plays with the sticky mess, fingering it right back inside and smirking at Sukuna. “I think she likes me more.”
“She does not, she’s just sadistic,” he’d be lying if he didn’t say that turned him on more. He helps you up on your knees, tilting your chin up and kissing his own cum off you, Choso’s kissing up your neck, as you feel him slipping out of you. “Evil little brat. You liked that dildo.”
“Maybe I’ll let you use it on me,” his brows lower as he glares again, Choso snorts against your neck, tugging you closer.
“Use my own dick on you!?”
“Then you can fuck me. If you’re nice.” You turn and straddle Choso again, kissing his mouth, he flicks his tongue and gathers the little bit of Sukuna’s cum off your mouth, moaning.
“Can I at least finger you, or am I still in trouble?” Sukuna pouts kind of cutely, you admit, so you nod, and let him kneel on the bed, fingering Choso’s cum back inside you.
Sukuna won’t knock you off rainbow road again.
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cw: explicit PORN content, cheating, cunnilingus, fellatio, religious themes, dark themes, kidnapping, dub-con, fingering, various forms of sexual penetration, degradation, slight bondage
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SHERIFF!SATORU GOJO
𐔌 01 𐦯 bent over the sheriff's desk
𐔌 02 𐦯 only thing keeping him sane
𐔌 03𐦯 rubbing between your thighs
𐔌 04 𐦯 Gojo and the criminal he's been chasing
𐔌 05 𐦯 Sheriff and the little intern newspaper girl
𐔌 06 𐦯 Somehow, whenever your asshole husband is out for work. He also returns home to see the town sheriff just leaving.
PASTOR!SUGURU GETO
heavy!religious themes. proceed at your own risk
𐔌 01 𐦯 Pastor’s wife
𐔌 05 𐦯 Teaching you to worship his god-given cock
𐔌 02 𐦯 You try to please him too but he just wants you to lie back
𐔌 04 𐦯 Getting you to confessing how wet you were during the sermon.
𐔌 03 𐦯 Pastor. geto says that this was the only way to rid you of your sinful toughts.
𐔌 06 𐦯 How he punishes the slut in his bed, so needy to touch herself without his permission
RANCHER!KENTO NANAMI
𐔌 01 𐦯 His fingers
𐔌 02 𐦯 Nanami’s grip
𐔌 03 𐦯 After finding his girl at the salon
𐔌 04 𐦯 Easing you through your first time
𐔌 05 𐦯 A peak through your bedroom window
𐔌 06 𐦯 A hardworker and his needy wife that waits for him patiently at night.
𐔌 07 𐦯 Your hardworking husband after a long day of hustle and bustle to make ends meet.
BOUNTY HUNTER!TOJI FUSHIGURO
𐔌 01 𐦯 Weakest pull out game
𐔌 02 𐦯 Save a horse and ride a cowboy
𐔌 03 𐦯 He'll change he swears, but for now, let him enjoy this
𐔌 04 𐦯 Toji and the bartender right after she gets off her shift.
𐔌 05 𐦯 When toji heard you were getting engaged...to a ranch boy. He was pissed.
“Married? To him?" "must’ve lost ya goddamn mind.”
𐔌 06 𐦯 The law and toji don’t mix very well. Not enough to be outlawed but definitely enough to not be anywhere near the sheriff's niece. Much less her bed.
“Your uncle’s gonna hang me if he catches me here, darlin’,” “Much less seein' my fingers in your wet pussy.”
𐔌 07 𐦯 How a simple talk to get Toji to pay some child support always ends up
“Yeah… that’s right. You’re not gonna come lookin’ for me anywhere after this, huh?” “Shit… I… might’ve busted in you again. Damn it… you kept rollin’ on me, ain’t my fault.”
OUTLAWED!RYOMEN SUKUNA
it is sukuna, proceed at your own risk
𐔌 01 𐦯 Breaking and entering
𐔌 01 𐦯 Using your mouth for his pleasure
𐔌 01 𐦯 He wasn't too happy to hear about your engagement
𐔌 01 𐦯 How he deals with that bar girl that snitched him out
𐔌 01 𐦯 The shady man you met at the saloon will forever be your best fuck
𐔌 01 𐦯 Sukuna was pissed to see you in the salon, asking around for him like you don't already know how dangerous that is
𐔌 01 𐦯 Everytime you think they got him, think hes finally behind those bars thats you were finally free, your ex comes into your bedroom that same night talkin' about some 'makin' sure you behave'
COWBOY SMUT??!!! Oh you tryna kill me.
GIVE ME MOREEEE
Season 4. Episode 8. 20:42.... JURASSIC WORLD Chaos theory. No other words but that.
That's it that's the post.
happy kinktober eve im stressed tf out so let the smut rot begin
CHAT SO I WAS SCROLLING ON TIKTOK RIGHT AND I SEEN SOMEONE DO THE MY TOP 5 SNACKS RI AND THESE WERE ASIAN SNACKS AND THE TOP ONE WAS GYOMEI FROM DEMON SLAYER AND THE LONGER I LOOKED IT MADE ME THINK OF USHIJIMA... YALL GET WHERE I'M GOIN!!!
I need a cross over with me in the middle of those two someone please write it. GYOMEI x USHIJIMA x reader (ME!!)
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
POTATO GOD PLEASE HEAR MY PLEA!!
I NEED TO PASS MY GRADES I NEED JUST PASSING AND NO UNDER 2.5 PLEASEEEEEEEE
I shall reblog again
Lucky potato??
I need this potato again
Can y'all help me find this one old Wattpad story? It was like y/n was a porn star then she got outted so she moved away then she got a job working for the seven haikyuu team captains. And like terushima played one of her videos before meeting her then like two chapters later she meets them and they all kinda find over her bc theyve seen her leaked video and stuff. Please tell me y'all know what Wattpad story I'm talking about 😭
"that's my girl" is one of the sweetest and cutest thing that i really want to hear, like yes i am. you're right say it again
This or calling him a good boy bc he is one.
