[yujivrs]

[ ⌕ SIN ] : twenties. he / they. mixed.

FUCKED AND DRANK ALL NIGHT, multifandom blog, nsfw and dark content, not minor-friendly.

[ YUJIVRS STARTED A LIVE ] : thirsts are open.

[ YESTERDAY, 12:41 ] : smokescreen, dabi. *

ACTED ALL RIGHT, masterlist down below (proceed with caution).

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ] :

naughty girl, gojo and sukuna. *

how they like to punish you.

[ CALL OF DUTY ] :

it’s too much, konig and ghost. *

their reaction to you telling them it don’t fit.

talk dirty to me, task force 141. *

how they talk dirty in bed.

touch me already, konig. *

helping him relieve some stress.

scream my name, ghost. *

he doesn’t like to share.

pretty mouth, ghost. *

he needs some help with a little stress relief.

[ HAIKYUU ] :

let’s play, atsumu and bokuto. *

what kind of toys they like to use during sex.

use your words, kuroo. *

you shouldn’t feel this way about your best friend.

[ MY HERO ACADEMIA ] :

not yet, bakugo. *

sadism in a dimly lit restaurant.

smokescreen, dabi. *

he’s your favourite addiction.

[yujivrs]

* NOT YET, BABY

thirst. vibrating panties for christmas was a mistake.

contains. bakugou / exhibitionism, teasing, dirty talk, edging.

—

you’re not sure how katsuki managed to rope you into this situation, though you had to admit it, he was a very convincing man. the tension in the air was palpable, the dimly lit restaurant almost eerily quiet, but that only seemed to add to your arousal as you pressed your knees together in desperation—hoping for any kind of pressure to release the throbbing deep in your core.

your eyes flicker up to his bright red ones, desperation in yours and obvious amusement in his. your plush lips part in an attempt to cuss him out but a whimper escapes instead, replacing the venom you were about to spew as he presses on the tiny remote in his hand, “hngh—”

the sudden vibrations between your legs sends shivers down your spine and your body immediately tenses at the feeling though you don’t get to relish in the pleasure for long as katsuki’s voice brings you back to reality, you’re still in public.

“shush, quiet down, doll.” he says in a low, mocking tone. his eyes dart around to the tables surrounding you two before he continues, “wouldn’t want us to get caught now, would you?”

there’s a cheeky grin on his face that an outsider might view as playfulness, but you know it’s something else. a set of footsteps behind him manage to catch his attention and he straightens out, posturing his usual unreadable expression.

it was your server for the evening. his words barely register in your ear as he goes on to talk about the specials of the night, your heart pounds in their place. you thought the arrival of a random bystander would make him back down, but katsuki was never one to be scared of risks, you should’ve known that by now.

you give him a harsh glare, he made it clear that was the wrong move as he presumably ups the intensity with another click of the button.

you manage to stifle the moan that fights to escape. your legs shaking as you pretend to look over the menu in front of you, your fingers gripping the edge of the thick, black cover.

you can feel yourself getting wetter, your cunt practically dripping. all you can do is squirm and hope to god nobody hears the buzzing that’s coming from between your thighs.

“baby?” katsuki’s gravelly voice brings you back momentarily. you manage to hum out a soft, “hm?”

you run your fingers through your hair, the few strands that slightly sticking to your forehead.

“are you good with that?” he asks with a toothy grin and you quickly nod in response, wanting to get rid of this waiter that’s seemingly been here for ages.

“mhm, s-sounds perfect.” you whisper back, voice soft and breathy.

you shift in your seat and you can feel yourself barrelling closer to the edge, the vibrator in your pussy suddenly right at the spot you need it to be. you clench your eyes shut, waiting to ride the waves of pleasure as it builds. your toes curl, thighs tense, and back arches before your orgasm is ripped out of your grasp by a thoroughly entertained katsuki.

“not yet, baby.” he leans in, hands reaching out to hold yours. his thumb lovingly runs over your knuckles, a huge contrast to the filthy words escaping his mouth.

“the only thing you’re allowed to cum on tonight is my cock.”

[yujivrs]

hi! Would you consider writing something about furious Ghost coming back from failed mission and taking his anger out on reader? (smut ofc)

* PRETTY MOUTH

thirst. he needs your help with some stress relief.

contains. ghost / mild dirty talk, alludes to oral.

—

a loud slam of the door echoes through the house. it tells you two things: simon is home, and he’s not in a good mood.

you walk over to the living room, already thinking about what you might find—and you’re right. he’s slumped on the couch, a sharp sigh escaping him as he throws himself into the cushions like the day’s weight has finally knocked him down. elbows on his knees, he buries his face in his hands.

you rest against the wall, arms crossed, silently waiting for him to notice you. it doesn’t take long. He lifts his head, eyes bloodshot and heavy, and meets your gaze.

you give him a knowing look. “damn, that bad, huh?”

“you have no fuckin' idea.” his voice is low and sharp, already laced with frustration. “the shit i’ve had to put up with today—" he snaps, launching into the story before the words can cool off. each sentence comes out hotter than the last, his anger building as he spills what details he can about his mission.

by the time he’s done, he’s seething—jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he’s barely holding it together.

you walk over and stand between his legs. without hesitation, his hands find your thighs, gripping them hard. he rests his forehead against your stomach, his breath warm through the fabric of your shirt.

“sorry,” he mutters, voice rough. “m’not trying to dump everything on you. just—”

he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, like even finishing the sentence might break him.

“it’s been hell.”

his fingers tighten suddenly, nails biting into your skin, not enough to hurt—but enough to feel.

“but you’re gonna help me with that, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he says, voice lower now, thick with exhaustion and something darker, something needful.

he pulls up into his lap and smashes his lips against your own, bringing you into a passionate lip lock. you barely get a second to catch your breath because he’s suddenly leading you onto your knees, a sadistic smile on his face.

“now open up. put that pretty mouth to good use.”

[yujivrs]

* USE YOUR WORDS

thirst. you shouldn’t feel this way about your best friend.

contains. kuroo / slight dirty talk, hints at fellatio.

—

the tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to choke on. it curled around you like smoke, making your stomach twist and turn with nerves. there was nothing new about tonight—just another movie, another late-night visit from kuroo, your best friend, with the usual hush that settled between you both.

but something felt different.

the silence wasn’t comforting anymore—it buzzed with something electric. as you sat side by side under the shared blanket, his fingers grazed against your thigh. the heat of his touch sent shivers racing up your spine, igniting your skin in his wake.

you swallowed hard. you were never nervous, not around him. but tonight? tonight, your breath came a little shorter, your body a little more tense, anticipation curling low in your gut.

you clear your throat, the sound sharp in the stillness, before quickly rising from the couch. “i—i need a second,” you mutter, already turning away.

you slip into your room, the click of the door behind you muffled but firm. the darkness wraps around you, and you finally let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. your heart is thudding loud in your ears, your skin still buzzing where he touched you.

it doesn’t take long.

the quiet thud of footsteps down the hall, measured but unhurried, sends a jolt through you. you know it’s him, of course; it’s him. the soft pat of his feet on the floor grows louder until they pause just outside your door.

then, it opens.

he steps inside without a word, the dim hallway light casting his silhouette in gold. his gaze, sharp even in the dark, finds you easily. you can feel the weight of it, just like his touch. heavy, intentional.

his low, gravelly voice cuts through the quiet.

“you okay?”

there’s concern laced in his tone, subtle but unmistakable. you turn to face him as he steps into the room, shadow stretching behind him.

“i paused the movie,” he adds, like it’s an afterthought. “seemed like you needed a second.”

you respond almost instantly, words tumbling out before you can stop them. “i’m good. just… felt sick.” the lie stings on your tongue, but it’s easier than the truth. it was an unintentional touch—nothing more. you shouldn’t be this affected.

he scoffs, clearly not buying it. “really? that’s the best you can come up with?” He steps closer, eyes narrowing. “i’ve known you for years. this is different.”

you don’t answer. your throat’s tight, heart hammering against your ribs.

“what’s going on?” he asks again, softer this time. genuine confusion colours his voice.

you take a step back, almost without thinking. your foot lands on something sharp and plastic—maybe a charger, maybe a pen—and your balance tips. You silently curse your messy room and brace for the fall.

but you don’t hit the ground.

His arms catch you fast, strong, and steady. his grip is firm around your waist, holding you upright like it’s second nature. your breath catches.

“jesus, be careful,” he mutters with a low chuckle. but the moment shifts when he realizes how close you are—how close he is.

still, he doesn’t move away.

instead, his fingers lift to your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze. his touch is sure. his eyes, locked on yours, burn with something unreadable.

“are you going to tell me what’s up?” he murmurs, “or am I going to have to force it out of you?”

your eyes flick away, scanning the room in both embarrassment and a twinge of arousal at his words.

before you can reply, his fingers once more glide down your body, eliciting a gasp from you. he leans in, pressing his lips to your ear, his voice laced with a smirk.

“come on, use your words,” he taunts. “tell me what you want.”

yet, words fail you. instead, you encircle his neck with your arms and collide your lips in a fervent kiss. one filled with unadulterated passion.

it doesn’t take long for you to end up on the bed, his muscular form on top of you. he pulls away from the kiss, lips trailing down kisses. travelling from your jaw to your neck then to your stomach.

he pauses when he gets lower, looking up at you as his fingers rest on the waistband of your underwear. you give him a curt nod, and he smiles back up at you, slipping the unwanted, flimsy piece of fabric off.

his kisses turn hungrier as they move down to your thighs, and a devilish expression covers his face.

“you’re not off the hook, princess. i meant what i said,” he growls out. “tell me how badly you want me to eat this pretty pussy.”

[osaemu]

congratulations on 400, love! you deserve it!!! if you’re not too busy, could i get possibly gojo with the yandere alphabet for z, r, and t? :)

notes: objectification, mentions of kidnapping, suggestive themes, dacryphilia

ZENITH — would they ever break their darling? gojo probably would, in the sense that he'd find a way to deprive you of any hope/desire to escape. one way or another, he'd break you down bit by bit until you're just his obidient little puppet, waiting at the door for him to come home from work every day for as long as he keeps you. after all, to him, that's all you're good for.

REGRET — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go? yeah, gojo would feel guilty for holding you captive. not that he'd ever do anything about it. the chance that gojo would ever willingly let you go is almost nonexistent, but he's not entirely inhumane. he'd bring you treats from time to time as a reward and as thanks for being his hostage <3

TEARS — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? he definitely gets turned on like dazai when you cry. gojo doesn't even know why, all he knows is that he wants to keep your face a mess of tears underneath him for the rest of the night. and by the end of it, your eyes are swollen and your jaw is sore from all the sobbing, but gojo feels better than ever.

a/n: ahh thank u luka <3 this one was a bit more rushed than some of the other ones, idk if you can tell but mb!

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[yujivrs]

* TOUCH ME ALREADY

thirst. helping him relieve some stress.

contains. konig / grinding, handjob, dirty talk.

—

there was something different about tonight, but you weren’t quite sure what was. the easiest assumption would be that another mission had gone awry, that was always what had konig in moods like this.

but it wasn’t that. no, he didn’t seem like he was upset. more exhausted, like the weight of everything that he had been carrying with him had finally gotten to him.

nonetheless, he still greeted you with that same lopsided smile as he made his way over.

you bite at your lower lip trying to hide your worried expression as he bends down to kiss you. the feeling, like always, is warm. it steals your breath away and it’s not long before he has you seated on his lap, your plush thighs on either side of him while your tongues were intertwined.

you roll your hips against his experimentally, the friction making him groan into your mouth.

“scheiße..” he breathes, and his reaction only makes you want to give him more.

“feels good?” you don’t even need an answer, his desperation for your touch clear, the darkened look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. still, he nods in response and rests his forehead against your own.

your hand starts to travel lower, drifting from his shoulder and moving down his chest, eager fingers lifting up his shirt and now fumbling with his belt.

“let me take care of you..” his eyes widen but he doesn’t argue, instead letting you do as you please as you slip your hand into his pants and pull out his cock. it feels heavy in your hold and the wetness beading at the tip practically makes your mouth dry as it begs for you to taste it.

you lift your chin to look at him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips and gripping his length a little tighter. you give it a soft tug, running your palm along the delicious veins that throb for your attention, and his hips stutter chasing the feeling.

a low chuckle escapes him and he palms your ass greedily, “hör auf zu necken, touch me already.” he whispers.

“don’t tell me what to do,” you say with a smile, your tone clearly playful.

he leans down to kiss you again (hoping to shut you up) and you happily oblige with his request, now picking up the pace and jerking him roughly into your hand.

more of his pre-cum seeps onto your skin and he’s soon panting into your neck, eyes tightly wound shut as he fucks himself into your fist.

“m'gonna cum!” he manages to get out through gritted teeth, “you like seeing me like this? so desperate, fucking your hand like it’s your pussy?”

his words have your cunt growing wetter, juices of your arousal staining your panties. a smirk tugs at your lips, “don’t worry, you’ll get to fuck me next.”

“fuck—“ the promise has him cussing, abs tightening while his body shakes at the intensity of his orgasm. ropes of his cum paint your tummy and the rest coats your hand and drips down your fingers, though you’re eagerly lapping it up.

silence fills the room for just a moment, but then he’s grinning and pressing a kiss against your temple. “thank you, meine leibe. i needed that..”

you’re about to move off of him, wanting to get yourself cleaned up. but he’s quickly pulling you back onto the couch and pushing you onto your back, calloused hands spreading your legs for him.

“it’s my turn to return the favour, isn’t it?”

[yujivrs]

hii againn! o mi gosh i’ve literally been thinking abt like ghost getting possessive over barracks bunny reader, getting all jealous and mean to make sure they know that they’re hisssss ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

i just need to get this out of my head; possessive ghost has been such a little brain worm akdosimdksjhd anywaysss i hope your doing well!

* SCREAM MY NAME

thirst. he doesn’t like to share.

contains. ghost / spanking, dacryphilia, degradation, and mean dom themes.

—

there’s no way you’re that fucking clueless, simon thinks to himself…

there’s a part of him that knows you’re just naive, you’re a sweet girl at heart, but the other half of him couldn’t stand to see you batting your pretty eyes at somebody else like that.

god, and you were being so attentive too?

nodding your head along, pretending you understood the answer they were giving you to whatever stupid question was plaguing your little head right now — he hated it.

he wasn’t a man known for having patience. so, that’s how you ended up here, bent over his knee with your ass up, exposed.

simon’s hand reels back before it strikes against your plush behind, the sudden sting making you cry out louder. you were already so sore, but he wasn’t satisfied yet — in fact, it seemed your little sniffles and tear-stained lashes had no effect on him today.

“you just don’t listen, do you?” he growls. yet, there’s no chance for you to respond as he smacks your ass again, this time harder than the last.

“m'… m'sorry, daddy..” you pathetically mumble out, your apology makes his eyebrow cock up. “are you, bunny? are you really? 'cause from what i’ve seen, it’s almost like you enjoy the attention.”

you can feel his fingertips grazing against the sensitive, reddened skin from his slaps before they finally end up between your thighs. thick digits teasingly playing with your wet folds then slowly pumping in and out of dripping cunt.

“is that it, huh? you just want everyone to know you’re a little slut?” you shake your head, but he speeds up anyways, and the pleasure he’s giving you is practically forcing moans out of you.

“you want their attention so bad, why don’t you let ‘em hear you?” he says, still looking furious.

“why don’t you scream my fucking name? these assholes need to know who you belong to and judging by how you’ve been acting, it looks like you need a reminder too.”

[omgeto]

☆ I WANNA BE YOURS — GOJO SATORU

summary: your best friend was used to picking up the pieces of all your heartache. and he's been idly waiting for the day that he could have you all to himself — but when he you give him a chance just for you to snatch it away you realise you might just loose more than his heart.

w/c: 3.3k

cw: afab!reader angst to fluff, you break his heart and put it back together again by giving him a great big blowjob so mdni! also unprotected sex (its more like making love if you ask me)

an: I actually really fw this fic. id say it was my best one yet so give it a chance people, just like how you should give gojo a chance. since he's actually super loveable here. hope you enjoy!

gojo satoru was hopelessly in love with you, and everyone seemed to know that, but you. he was your best friend, someone that you relied on, depended on, its been that way since you were kids. ‘she’d never see me that way,’ he’d whine to all his friends about you, whenever they’d see you together, holding hands, cuddling, but still proclaiming the title as ‘just friends.’

you were currently crying in his arms, as he consoled you, caressing your back. gojo was used to this routine by now – you’d get a boyfriend, they’d break your heart, and he was left to pick up the pieces. “i just don’t get how this one failed, i thought i was doing everything right,” you mumble, your voice breaking as you sniffle against his chest.

“they just don’t appreciate how great you truly are,” he comforts you, a silent “i do though,’ left unsaid, as he stares down at your tear stained face.

“satoru?” you ask, pulling slightly away from him, “i'm pretty, right?”

“don’t even ask me that shit,” he scoffed, “you already know the answer.”

“just answer.” you did know what his answer would be already, but you just had to hear it, “i just need to know why all my relationships end.”

“listen to me,” he demands, tenderly holding your face in both of his hands, his gaze unwavering as he looks at you, “you're beautiful. you always have been, and it's not even just your looks, it’s your whole being, everything about you. there’s nothing wrong with you, you just have a terrible taste in guys,” he finishes with a goofy smile trying to lighten the mood.

“yeah, maybe you're right,” you reply with a soft sigh, your gaze dropping to avoid his intense stare. It was both comforting and unnerving how he could always see through your insecurities.

“i don't say things i don't mean, you know that.” he tilts your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his eyes once again. “anyways we should prob–” 

you press your lips against him, interrupting his sentence, and he eases into it, his lips moving against yours with no hesitation. but you pull away as quickly as you kiss him, your eyes widening as you realise what you’ve done. “shit im sorry satoru, i didn’t mean that.”

before he can finish his sentence, a rush of emotions surges within you, and before you can overthink it, you close the gap between your lips and his. the taste of him, the familiarity of his presence, it's all overwhelming, and you find yourself caught up in the moment. he eases into the kiss, his lips responding to yours with no hesitation, and it feels like a floodgate of unspoken feelings finally being released.

but as the seconds tick by, you become aware of what you've done, and the reality of the situation crashes down on you. your heart races, and you pull away as quickly as you kissed him, your eyes widening as you realise the implications of your impulsive action. a mix of surprise and uncertainty dances across his features, mirroring your own inner turmoil. "shit, satoru, i’m sorry," you blurt out, your words rushed and laced with regret, "i didn’t mean that."

the air around you seems to shift, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of the unexpected moment. you can feel your cheeks flushing, and you look away, unable to meet his gaze. his fingers brush against your jaw, gently guiding your gaze back to his. the intensity in his eyes is undeniable, a silent acknowledgment of the shared feelings that had been hovering beneath the surface for so long.

"fuck that," he murmurs, his voice low and tinged with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. he closes the gap between you again, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. 

the softness of your lips against his is a sensation he’s dreamt of, and now that it's happening, it's even more intoxicating than he imagined. his hands cradle your face, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepens the kiss.

his lips move against yours with a skilled finesse, his breath mingling with yours, creating a heady mixture that leaves you breathless. your fingers find their way to his hair, tangling in the silken strands as you pull him closer, your bodies pressed together. 

“satoru, i need you.” you tug against the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his. you were desperate, craving his touch, “need you to make me feel better.”

gojo took your words seriously, aiming to make you forget about all the heartache you’ve ever felt with those other guys, and focus only on him. he lays you down on the couch, unbuttoning your shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. 

“don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of you,” he mutters, pressing kisses into your cleavage, until his lips eventually circle your nipple, suckling and pulling at it. you gasp slightly at the feeling of his tongue swirling on your tits. your hands go back into his hair, roaming through his scalp, tugging hard as he bites down on your nipple.

his mouth remains on you, his hand trailing down into your underwear, rubbing circles on your clit. you whimper at the contact, feeling yourself getting wetter as his fingers enter you, he starts off slow pushing his digits in you gently.

“is this okay?” he asks, he wanted to make sure you felt good, that was his priority. he grins as you nod, too caught up in your pleasure to verbally respond. his quickens his pace, gyrating his fingers into you, pressing another searing kiss on your mouth. 

you were dripping over his digits, as they pistoned in and out of you, but your hands reach out to his belt as you moan out, “‘toru i wanna feel you.”

“you wanna feel me huh?” he teases, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, he pulls out his hardened dick and strokes it a few times before rubbing it down your wet slit – teasing you with just his tip.

“c-c’mon,” you whine, grinding your hips down against him. he smirks at your excitement, forcing his dick inside you, your eyes widen as your pussy stretches and gojo can only bite down on his lips as you clench around him.

“you feel so good, y’know that right” he murmurs, forcing himself into you deeper, “so fuckin’ tight.” his eyes stay fixed on you, he loves you like this – pinned under him, clawing at his back, your mouth parting at the pleasure that he’s giving to you.

your legs wrap around his hips as he sinks into you further, you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear, “you’re perfect, this is perfect.” he sucks on your collar bone, kissing and biting as he continues to thrust into you.

“‘you’re t-too much, i-it’s too much.”

“but you’re taking me so well,” he argues, with a grin. peppering kissing against your neck as he fucks you to a hilt. your hands find their way back into his hair, pulling and tugging at it as you moan out his name. 

his dick twitches inside you as you call at his name, you could feel that he was about to cum. his strokes were getting sloppier, and his mouth went from biting to sucking on your neck. you could feel yourself about to climax, scratching at his back, as he continues to hit your spot.

“toru, i’m about to–”

“cum with me,” he demands, thrusting into you a few more times before you both reach your peak. and just before he’s about to release into you, his whispers a barely audible “i love you” right in your ear. he sprays your walls and you cum all over him, mixing in with him. he slumps down on you, pressing his forehead against yours, his dick remaining in you as he catches his breath.

as you finally disentangle your bodies, gojo reclines on the couch, a blissful smile gracing his lips. his breathing gradually transforms into gentle sighs, a sure sign that he has succumbed to sleep. you weren’t oblivious to his feelings towards you – the way his gaze would linger a little too long, how his hugs would be tight and comforting. he was in love with you – and you didn’t know how to deal with that.

all of your relationships never lasted, they always had an issue with something you did. you ruined them. and you didn’t want to ruin gojo, you’ve been together since you were children and he’s always been so good to you. you couldn’t bear the thought of causing gojo pain.

your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before you turn away, your mind racing with a storm of thoughts. you've been friends for so long, and the prospect of losing that connection is heartbreaking. but you also can't ignore the truth that's been staring you in the face – gojo's feelings have crossed the line from friendship to something deeper.

as you quietly gather your clothes, your heart aches with conflicting emotions. you've always been there for each other, and the thought of hurting him tears at your very core. with a heavy sigh, you dress in silence, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts. 

“you’re really just gonna leave?” he calls out behind you as you head to the door, your hand frozen on the handle.

“satoru,” you gasp, turning to face him guiltily, “i thought you were asleep.”

“you were actually just gonna leave?” he accuses further, ignoring your comments, “after this, after what we just did?”

“this doesn’t change anything,” you say shaking your head with your eyes closed, you couldn’t see his face.

“it doesn’t change anything?” he scoffs, standing up, walking over to you, “how can you say that? after i've given you my all, literally everything i can offer to you, and that still isn’t enough.”

"i was scared, toru," you ramble, the truth spilling out of you, your voice catching as you admit your own fear. he was upset, this was the last thing you wanted, him looking at you, his eyes pleading for you to choose him,"i've seen how my past relationships have crumbled, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you too."

his gaze softens for a moment, his fingers itching to reach out to you. "but things can just go back to the way they were with us," you continue, your words wavering, unsure if they're just a desperate attempt to keep things safe and familiar.

“i think we both know they can’t,” he says bitterly, his hand clenches at his side, “just answer this. why was it never me?”

“i’d ruin you,” you explain, your hand reaching out towards his, a soft smile on your face, “you’ve seen how i am with all those other guys. you’re too good for me.”

"no, I'm not good enough for you," he concludes, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and sadness. he takes a step back, his expression conflicted, as if grappling with his own internal turmoil.

with your eyes brimming with unshed tears, you watch as he rushes past you, his departure leaving an ache in your chest. "you stay, I need to clear my head," he mutters, his voice strained, and then he's gone, leaving you standing there, torn between your fears and the feelings you've been trying to deny.

as gojo stormed out of the apartment, his emotions were a tangled mess within him. the mixture of frustration, hurt, and longing had him feeling like he was caught in a whirlwind. he couldn't believe how everything had escalated so quickly, how he had allowed himself to be vulnerable, only to feel tossed aside.

“suguru, i fucked up,” he cries into the phone to his best friend, his voice laden with distress, “i fucked up so bad.”

“satoru, calm down,” geto tries to soothe him, his tone steady, “what exactly did you do?”

“I fucked her,” he forces the words out, a mixture of regret and frustration in his voice, and he could sense geto wince on the other end of the line, “she kissed me, and i fucked her.”

"that's a good thing, isn't it?" geto's voice holds a note of confusion.

gojo's sigh came through the phone, heavy with a sense of defeat. "bro, she doesn't love me back," he practically wails, the weight of his realisation crashing over him, "she doesn't love me back. i got too greedy, she gave me an inch and i took it too far.”

"are you sure?" geto inquires, his tone thoughtful, "she wouldn’t have agreed to have sex with you if she wasn’t feeling something. i've seen you two together, i've seen how she looks at you. she loves you."

"if only it were that simple," gojo mutters, frustration lacing his words. "she said it doesn't change anything between us. that it was just a moment of weakness."

there was a pause on the line, geto processing gojo's words. "look, satoru, I know it's not easy, but maybe she's just scared. she literally just got out of a break up too, she’s probably just overwhelmed."

"but what if I've ruined everything?" gojo's voice was laced with uncertainty. "what if I've made things worse?"

"you won't know unless you talk to her," geto advises, his voice gentle yet firm. "honesty is the best way to navigate this situation. tell her how you feel, listen to what she has to say, and go from there."

gojo sighs, his tension slowly easing as he absorbs his friend's words. "you're right. i need to face this head-on."

"good, this whole ‘will they? won’t they?’ schtick that you two have going on, has gotten old. very old.” geto finishes, abruptly ending the call.

gojo takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. he knew he had to confront the situation, to lay his feelings on the line and hope for the best. with a newfound resolve, he gathers his thoughts and prepares to have the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

“you came back,” is the first thing you say, when gojo enters the apartment. you couldn’t gauge his mood, his expression was off, and you didn’t want to upset him further. 

“well it is my apartment after all,” he spits out a bit too coldly, his words laced with tension. however, his face softens as he takes a step toward you, the coldness melting away,, “besides i didn’t go far, just outside.”

you nod in acknowledgement, not knowing what to say. your uncertainty making it hard to find the right words. the atmosphere is tense, and you're acutely aware of the weight of the situation between you.

"i had some time to think," gojo starts, his voice softer now, "and i realised that running away from this won't solve anything."

his words draw your attention, and you meet his gaze, searching for any clues in his eyes. "satoru, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. i shouldn't have acted on my emotions like that."

“it’s ok i-”

“no it’s not okay,” you insist, stepping towards him grabbing his hand, “i never should of acted that way, disregarding like you’re nothing. i was wrong.” you had time to think after gojo left, and you knew you were being unreasonable. there was a guy who was ready to love you, give you his all, and you were just going to throw him away without a chance. 

he weight of your words hangs between you both, the air thick with the shared acknowledgement of your mistakes. and as the intensity of the moment settles, a newfound sense of clarity takes hold – the understanding that your feelings for each other can't be ignored, no matter how much you try to suppress them.

“you really fucked w my feelings y’know,” gojo’s words hang in the air, heavy with hurt. his eyes bore into yours, his emotions laid bare.

“i know,” you reply softly, your voice laced with regret, “and i’m so sorry toru. i never meant to hurt you like that. i was scared, and i didn’t know how to handle my own feelings so i lashed out.”

gojo's gaze softens, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "you were scared? of what?"

"of losing you," you admit, your voice quivering slightly as you reveal your deepest fear. "you mean so much to me. you're my best friend, and I was afraid that if we crossed that line, it would ruin everything we have."

a mixture of emotions passes over gojo's face – surprise, realisation, and something else, something that you can't quite pinpoint. "you think being with me would ruin our friendship?" he asks, slightly offended.

you shake your head, your eyes locking onto his. "no, that's not what I meant. I just... I've seen how my past relationships ended, and i didn't want the same thing to happen with us. i didn't want to hurt you or lose what we have."

“i love you.” he declares simply, “that’s all that matters.” you couldn’t even respond because he was right, nothing else mattered. he places a gentle kiss to your forward, wrapping his arms around you.          

“let me make me it up to you,” you whisper, looking up at him bashfully through your eyelashes, “let me show you how much i love you.”

“you don’t have to–” he starts, but he pauses, taking a sharp inhale as your hands slip into his jeans. you peck his lips before working his way down to your knees. you take his dick out, licking your lips as you stroke him, massaging his dick. you pepper kisses all over the tip, still keeping your eyes trained on him.

“c’mon don’t be a tease,” he whines as you focus on his tip, sliding your tongue around it as you continue to pump his dick with your hands. 

you take him into your mouth, its warm and wet as you suck him in. you move your hands to cup his balls with a firm grip, massaging them as you continue to twist your mouth on his dick. you can hear him lightly cursing, drying his best to moan out at the pleasure you’re giving him. but you were determined to get him to cry out your name.

he was loving the sight of you, mouth stuffed, slobbering all over him. you were sloppy, just how he liked it, using your saliva and his precum to glide your mouth over and over his dick.

“f-fuck,” he stammers, biting down on his fist, he usually last way longer than this. but the difference is you, he would’ve never had imagined that there’d be a day you’d be on your knees all pretty, swallowing his dick. but now that you are, he wanted to burst.

you could tell that he was close, so you jut your head faster, using your hands to pump what your mouth can’t cover. he thrust into your mouth, aiding you in reaching his climax, forcing his dick deeper into your inviting mouth.

“you’re mouths t-too good, it’s–” his hands rest on your head as he releases into your mouth. you swallow all of him, licking your lips, satisfied.

“now toru,” you coo, with a smirk standing up to face him, “can you see how much i love you now?”

the rest of the night was spent just like many others you had shared together over the years, wrapped in each other’s arms in the comfort of his bed. this time, however, it wasn’t masked under the guise of friendship, you now exchange kisses with ‘i love you’ said in between each one.

AN: and that is all folks, TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS I actually dislike the friends to lovers trope, not gojos biggest fan, and I hate sucking dick BUT I LOVE IT ALL HERE. HE'S ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY SWEET, AND DONT U JUST WANT A GUY THATS DOWN TO JUST LOVE YOU! DIVIDERS BY @/CAFEKITSUNE.

[yujivrs]

* TALK DIRTY TO ME

drabbles. their dirty talking styles.

contains. konig, ghost, and price / praise, slight breeding kink, degradation, dumbification.

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konig is surprisingly vocal when he’s rutting into you, though it’s probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because he’s just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.

“feels s’fucking good—“ he mindlessly babbles out.

his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.

“such a greedy pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…”

you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck — transfixed — on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.

“just begging for me to fill ya up,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.

“s’that what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?”

price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. he’s always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just can’t help but spoil you.

“mhmm, just like that, baby.” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.

there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, he’d have to deal with that later.

“doing so well,” he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. “but you don’t think you’re gonna make me cum just from this, do you?”

it doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” his movements are slow and controlled, he knows you’re close — he can feel it — but he’s not going to reward you unless you use yours words.

“come on, princess. all you have to do is beg and i’ll have you screaming for me…”

everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesn’t actually notice what he’s saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me even your pussy knows it.” he practically growls. “look at this sloppy mess you’re making.”

he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. “jus’ gonna slip in with how wet you are..”

your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know he’s right, there’s no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when he’s pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.

“fuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.

the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and it’s not surprising that you’re already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.

“that’s it, there’s my slutty girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “stop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.”

[yujivrs]

* LET’S PLAY

drabbles. what sex toys do they use in bed.

contains. bokuto and atsumu / cunnilingus, praise, overstimulation, slight pet play.

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bokuto is a pleaser through and through. there’s never been a time where he’s left you unsatisfied, he’s the kind of guy who always puts your needs above his own. most of the time his head will be buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy, before he even thinks about fucking you. that’s why it’s no surprise that his favourite toy is something that’ll have you screaming his name.

the amused smirk on his face is impossible to miss. he loves it when you’re like this; a pretty, pliant mess all for him.

your hips buck up against the vibrator that’s pressed up on your clit, and you’re unsure of whether you should chase or get away from the overwhelming pleasure, it’s almost too much.

luckily, you don’t have to think about that — no, not when you have bokuto doting on you.

you feel his hands cupping your face and pushing away the messy strands of hair that are stuck to your sweat stained forehead, all while he’s maintaining his rhythm, his cock is still lazily rocking in and out of you.

“fuck— you feel so good, baby.” he whispers out, and bokuto can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him when he feels your slick walls tighten up around him at the praise, “you like that?”

his finger fumbles for the switch and the sudden intensity of the toy has you gasping. you can feel his muscles tense up as you dig your nails into his back, the painful pleasure making him hiss in response.

“yeah, cum for me again, wanna see you cream on my cock.”

there’s no way anyone can convince me that atsumu isn’t secretly a sadist. he’s got that cocky air to him and believe me, it carries over into the bedroom too. he loves making you work for his praise, there’s just something about the way you whine his name when you’re all teary-eyed and needy that makes his dick twitch.

your face is shoved into a pillow as a desperate attempt to hide your embarrassment from how wet you are. you’re propped up on your elbows; back arched with your cunt dripping as you’re completely under his mercy.

there’s no need for you to even look, you already know what he’s planning. a soft, muffled gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers grazing your thigh and travelling up. they find their place firmly gripping onto your hips while he rubs the tip of his cock against your slick folds, smearing his arousal against your entrance before he bottoms out.

“mmh, that’s it..” he says with a groan.

he gives you a few slow thrusts before you feel his hands tugging at the leash, the pretty collar wrapped around your neck tightens up in response.

atsumu is strong and you’re even more aware of that when he’s fucking you because it doesn’t take much for him to pull you up against him, his chest now pressed against your back.

“don’t fuckin’ hide from me, pup.” he roughly grabs your chin and turns your head to face him before giving you a sloppy kiss, one that’s all tongue and spit.

“lemme hear those pretty moans, yeah?”

[yujivrs]

* IT’S TOO MUCH

drabbles. their reaction to you saying it won’t fit.

contains. ghost and konig / praise, size kink, dacryphilia, degradation.

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it’s in times like these where konig is soft and praising. his large body hovering over your own as he shushes you, hands gripping your hips while he rubs small soothing circles against your skin.

“of course, it will, sweetheart.” he mumbles out as he eases his thick cock into you, slowly making you take more of him.

he’ll never admit it, but loves that you’re a little crybaby. something about the way your eyes are glossed over as you sniffle and squirm, barely coherent when he’s only halfway inside of you gets him off.

“see, you’re doing so well.”

you’re such a good girl for him, always so eager to please and desperate to be praised, you can’t really blame him for wanting to spoil you.

but then again konig can only hold back for so long, his shallow thrusts into your compliant little cunt only makes it harder for him to hold back anf it doesn’t take long for him to lose control and bottom out into you, “fuck— y’always feel so good, don’t you?”

“that’s it, relax, take it all…”

ghost is teasing. i mean, what kind of guy doesn’t get even a little bit cocky after hearing you say something like that?

“come, don’t tell me that’s all you can take?” the sudden sharp slap on your ass has you sinking further down onto him, and he’s already filling you up so deep.

he bites his bottom lip in anticipation as he watches your thighs shake and your body quiver. he knows it won’t take long for you to ask him for help, and you do it so sweetly every time, when you finally break he’ll happily flip you over and take control, bullying his cock into your waiting pussy.

but for now, he plays the long game, curious to see what you’ll do next. i mean, he has to let his girl play after all.

so, he lays there. watching you with hooded eyes and his arms behind his neck, very whine escaping your pretty plush lips making his smirk grow. “strugglin’ there, darling?”

he thrusts his hips up impatiently, making you take him all the way into your little tummy.

“finally, now, you gonna let me fuck you or should i let you keep thinking you’re in charge?”

[yujivrs]

* NAUGHTY GIRL

drabbles. how they like to punish you.

contains. gojo and sukuna / degradation, edging, dumbification, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, fingering.

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overstimulation.

“is it too much for you?”

you could hear the amusement in sukuna’s tone as he spoke, and you didn’t even have to look to see the self-satisfied smirk on his face. you knew he didn’t really care — at least not right now. no, right now, he wanted to see you struggle.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it? you should’ve thought about that before you broke the rules.” he says, as he harshly thrusts his hips up, shoving his fat cock deeper and deeper into your poor abused cunt.

his large hand is tightly wrapped around your throat, nails digging into your skin as he keeps you pinned against the bed while he ravages you, fucks you like an animal in heat.

a scoff escapes him when he feels your slick walls convulsing around him, “cummin’ again? what a dirty girl.”

he doesn’t slow down though, not even when you’re gasping and out of breath, hands desperately clawing at the sheets.

“still haven’t had enough of my cock, hm?” he growls out, though sukuna wasn’t really expecting an answer. he could tell just by looking at you that you were too far gone, too fucked out to try and think of a response, all you could do was whine and whimper as he fucked you however he wanted to — as he used you like a toy.

he bites at his lower lip, holding back his grunts. he didn’t want you to know he was enjoying this, you weren’t allowed the satisfaction of knowing you were pleasing him.

“this is what you wanted right? you were so desperate to cum, you couldn’t wait for me to fuck you?”

he grips your hips so hard you know it’s going to leave bruises in the morning, and he pulls you onto him, “well then, consider this your reward.”

his warm breath grazes your skin yet his movements are controlled, like he knows exactly where to hit to drive you crazy, to have you screaming for him.

“now, you’re gonna lay there. you’re going to take whatever i give you, and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.”

orgasm denial.

gojo was never a greedy lover, but he was a sadistic man when he needed to be.

sweat drips down your flushed face and your eyes are tightly wound shut, your tear-stained lashes stick to your sweaty skin, and your soft pants fill the dimly lit room as his tongue sends you barreling towards the release you so desperately crave.

you’re not sure how much time has passed, how long you’ve been stuck in this endless loop of denial. you should’ve been more careful, you realize that now.

“what did i say, sweetheart?” his low, gravelly voice snaps you back to reality. you feel his free hand grip your chin, fingers digging into the plush of your cheek as he makes you look at him.

the proof of your arousal covers his face and he greedily licks his lips as though he was a man starved — addicted to the taste of you.

“if you want to cum you need to keep your eyes on me, understood?” he says.

you barely manage to nod, your head still in a whirlwind, but as soon as you meet his darkened eyes he rewards you with a lopsided grin.

“good,” his free hand dips back down to your dripping cunt, the unexpected feeling makes you tense up and a whine bubbles up in your throat.

a dark chuckle escapes him in response, “you look so pretty when you’re needy, baby.”

his thick digits enter you and you squirm underneath him, unable to control your body as you chase your high. you’re close, so unbelievably close, gojo can’t help but feel a little twinge of guilt as he stops again but it’s also impossible to miss the way his dick twitches at your desperation.

“cry some more for me, maybe that’ll convince me to let you cum.”