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protecting you ★ megumi fushiguro

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— pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn!reader ෆ angst?, fluff, hurt/comfort ෆ wordcount: 939 ෆ warning: injury mentions, blo*d mentions, slight body comfort in some parts, de*th threat mentions, megumi being insecure, a lot of crying

a/n: i will work on requests after this! so sorry, i have not been motivated lately. had this rotting in my drafts for like, 2 months now? so i quickly finished this up to post for content cause i need to start trying to be consistent (-_-;)

the digital clock struck 1AM, when megumi stumbled through the front door, limping and wincing.

"y/n?.. y/n!" he yelled through the quiet apartment of their partner. he was in terrible shape: his body covered in bruises, blood leaking out of his head, while patches of his clothes were ripped torn.

he was in distress, looking for the presence of his one and only. his eyes scanned all the rooms from corner to corner. his chest tightened, and so did his throat; so nervous, so worried. until he remembered there was one more room, their bedroom.

he stumbles into the bedroom of his lover, feeling like his lungs would collapse at any moment. he swings the door open, before seeing y/n, making his body loosen from panic.

y/n laid on the bed, tucked warmly underneath the covers, sleeping. he feels his heart ache, as he quietly walks over to their bed, sitting down next to them, the bed dipping next to them.

he adored their slumbering face, his pumping heart calmed down as he admired them.

the warm lamp on the bedside table made their face glow, the tone of their skin being megumi's favorite color. despite any skin imperfections they had, they were radiant as ever, to megumi atleast.

he stayed quiet for a while, his eyes adoring them like a camera lens; picturing and saving every twist in their skin and bend of their bone to remember in his memories.

he starts talking, even though he's well aware their asleep.

"hello y/n. i'm sorry, i know it's late, but i just have to.. get this off my chest. today i got, in a.. really gruesome fight. and i mean, it was terrible. blood was everywhere, screams left and right you didn't know where to look first. you know i'm a somewhat calm person, unlike yuuji or nobara. but.. i've never been so, terrified before. i was shaking and my heart was caught up in a frenzy. it's kind of embarrassing telling you this, to be honest." he laughs dryly, his throat itching with pain.

"but anyway, i wasn't scared for myself. i couldn't care less about me ending up on life support or something. but.. it was you. the curse brought you up, and said it knew i was fond of you. it threatened me, telling me it would, kill you." his voice stifled, his hand on the sheets gripping it tightly.

"it said, it would kill you when i wasn't watching. and that, i'd end up visiting your corpse one day. that's what scared me. it said it with so much certainty, i started doubting myself, and my abilities. again, this is super embarrassing." he mumbled stubbornly, hiding his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

"but, i had full right to be nervous. i'm not that good of a sorcerer, nor am i that morally great. i still have so much to improve. i mean, what would happen if it did get to you? we defeated it thankfully, but what if it kept it's promise. what if, i won't be able to save you. what if i'm too weak for you? i feel like everyone's getting better, while i stay the same." his voice starting to break up and falter.

"you might be in trouble, and i might not be able to save you, and it's going to be.. all my fault." hot tears started pouring from his eyes, as he squeezed them shut, hoping to stop them. his throat clenched, but the more cries left his mouth. megumi was shattered by the idea of not being able to save his own lover, wiping his tears away wasn't taking effect, nothing was.

he looks at his sleeping beauty, his eyes teary-eyed and face full of wet marks. his heart twists and pulls on it's owns strings, seeing them so peaceful, not aware of how much danger he's actually putting them in. he slowly climbs over, and lays on the empty spot next to them, resting his head on the extra pillow, wishing everything could stay just like this. his fears storm his head, terrorizing and clouding it.

"i'm sorry if i can't save you. i'm sorry if i can't be strong enough, i'm sorry if your going to die because of me, i'm sorry.. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." he curls into a slight ball next to them, bursting into quiet sobs again.

"i hope you know how much i love you. i love you so much. if something happens, i hope you remember that i love you, and that i've gone beyond my limits to try and keep you safe. your a miracle to me, and i'm sorry if i'm being a huge annoyance right now, but you really do mean a lot to me. im so sorry if i dont show it. you mean the world and more, to me. please forgive me." he clung to the blanket, letting out all the things he had always wanted to say, drunk in sadness and extreme admiration.

after what seems like forever, his breath calmed down, his face all blotched and pigmented with tears, his nose clogged, his hands weak, as his blood from his prior injuries smearing on the blanket and pillows. he was a total wreck, while his beloved beauty stayed in deep sleep.

he takes one last glance at them, barely being able to keep his eyes open for long. "i love you." he whispered, his throat breaking up the words, before his eyes shut closed, falling asleep, next to his oblivious lover.

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taglist [always open!]: @hirugummies

your ex sends you flowers in a desperate bid to get you back and your new bf shoto takes a look at the bouquet, makes not one comment, but the next day you receive enough flowers to fill up your entire bedroom

your ex sends you flowers and your new bf bakugou mails them back to them with a picture of him spitting in your mouth

Do you ever think about rich boy gojo in a college au :( because i do :(

tags: fem! reader, slight dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex

part 1.1 ; part 1.2 ; part 2

gojo satoru is the most agitating guy you know—and you tell yourself that you can’t stand him.

he’s got an obnoxiously fancy car he revs the engine of, he wears annoyingly expensive clothes to an eight am class that everyone else shows to in sweats, he shows up with the newest everything as soon as it’s out, and he really does think he can get whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

you think someone ought to tell him no just once in his life, that someone should put him in his place and teach him just how life works—not everyone has trust funds to fall back on, and not everyone cares for his little pout that always gets him anything he says.

but gojo satoru is painfully attractive, and he’s painfully attracted to you—and you can only push whenever he pulls so many times before your resolve weakens. he’s a cocky bastard, and he thinks everything in life is a breeze that he doesn’t have to work for, but he’s hard to resist—no matter how many times you tell yourself that you’ll resist.

it’s hot, and gojo’s breath on your neck is only added heat as his hands wander up your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer on his lap. you gasp, and he smirks against your skin, reclining the leather seat of his car back so you both have more room.

“never happening,” he mocks your voice with a high pitch to his, sucking on your skin and surely leaving marks. you try your best to glare at him—and he feels his boxers tighten at your persistence. “looks to me like it’s happening, sweetheart,” he continues to try and get under your skin, and you grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

“you asked for a date,” you bite back, “fucking in your car is not a date. this has no feelings attached,” you say firmly, and he pouts, bucking his hips up so that his erection rubs against your clothed clit, making you both shudder. he lets out a soft groan, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“trying to hurt my feelings, sweetheart?” he pouts deeper, but his eyes are amused, and it makes you hate him even more. there’s never any winning with gojo satoru, even when you think you’ve got him right where it hurts, there’s never any beating him.

and there’s something about him that lights you up—the way he’s so out of reach, the way he’s so out of your league. you’re in two different worlds, and no matter how much gojo tries to pull you into his, you’ll never belong. it’s easier this way, hating him and his privilege and his cockiness—it’s so much easier than fighting for a spot that was never yours in the first place.

and even when he prods his fingers into your entrance, curling his digits and rubbing his palm over your clit, even as he presses soft kisses to your collarbone and neck, trailing them up your jaw, even as you unravel on his fingers and clench around them as you cum, you tell yourself gojo satoru will never be yours—and you’ll certainly never give him the pleasure of calling you his.

“gojo—”

“satoru,” he corrects, and there’s a certain authority in his tone that leaves no room for arguments. it only makes you want to argue with him more, to push his buttons more and repeat his surname again just to get under his skin, but you can’t think straight anymore when he sinks you onto his swollen cock, pushing past your slick folds and making you feel so full. “say it—say satoru,” he demands.

you can’t help but cry out a whiny, “s-satoru!” when he snaps his hips up, slamming into your cunt and hitting the spot that makes you see stars with his tip.

gojo doesn’t understand why you don’t want him—he could give you everything you want with a snap of his fingers and swipe of his card, but more than that, he’s willing to give you parts him underneath too. parts of him that no one’s seen, that no one’s heard of, that no one’s even thought existed. gojo wants to give you everything he is.

you’re different. so different.

you put him in his place, you test his limits, and you make him feel alive. you don’t give him the importance everyone else does, and he craves being someone to you—because he knows it’ll be for all the right reasons.

the drag of his cock makes you delirious, and the way you clench around his length makes him gasp, moaning loudly into your neck as he buries his face into the crook of it. your hands wander to his sweaty locks, tugging at the roots and making him quietly whimper against your skin.

“f-fuck,” he grunts, “been dreaming about this for so long, been dreaming of your pussy for so long,” he rasps, and the angling of his pelvis along with you bouncing on his stiff cock makes his head spin. he wants more, more of you. he wants to see you sprawled beneath him on his king sized bed, tits bouncing as he slams into your dripping cunt over and over. he wants to collapse beside your body after you’re both spent, feeling the drag of your fingertip on his bare chest as you trace patterns while he pulls you into his arms.

he’s never dreamt about these things for anyone else—and he’s so frustratedly hooked on you. he needs more, needs everything, needs to have all of you in the palm of his hand.

and for the first time in his life, gojo satoru feels like he has nothing. he has nothing if he doesn’t have you.

“satoru,” you gasp, and against your better judgement, you lean in and pull him into a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and muffled moans mingling as your lips collide.

“i know,” he groans, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel at his voice alone, deep and husky and needy all at once. “i know, baby.”

and if it were any other time, you’d scoff and tell him off for calling you that pet name, but this time is makes you whine, thighs quivering as you near your high, and the twitch of his cock tells you he’s close to follow.

gojo throws his head back against the driver’s seat of his car, mouth agape as he moans loudly. there’s an ache between his legs—he’s so close, and you feel so good, squeezing around him so tight, he knows he can’t let this be the last time he fucks you. no one will ever take his cock like this, and no one will ever make him cum as hard as he knows he’s about to.

“c-close, toru,” you gasp, biting your lip as you fight your eyes to stay open and stare at him falling apart right before you. he’s so beautiful, sweaty skin glistening and swollen lips parted. he whines quietly, and slowly, you both inch your heads closer, foreheads meeting as your breaths fan across your faces with each strangled gasp.

“ngh—shit, ‘m c-cumming,” he grunts, and with a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his hot cum into you, painting your walls white as he chokes on a cry. “oh fuck,” he rasps, “fuck, baby.”

and when you reach your orgasm for the second time, you pull his lips into a heated kiss once more, muffled whines pouring into his lips that he drinks in greedily, arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you closer, feeling you nearer.

you both pant as you finish, cum dripping down your thighs and leaving a mess, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you slump onto his chest, cheek pressing against it and feeling his heart hammer as he rubs your back slowly while he catches his breath.

“this isn’t a date,” you remind him sternly after you’ve both recovered, “i don’t let people fuck me on the first date.” he chuckles quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, pulling you impossibly closer.

gojo finally knows what it’s like to have you in his arms, and maybe it’s only temporary for now, but one taste has him determined to make sure it’s not temporary for long.

“that’s okay,” he says with a smirk, but if you’d looked into his eyes, you’d see a softness to them—fond and filled with affection. “but i still want you, and i always get what i want, sweetheart.”

THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 5: WHAT'S IN THE BOX?

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

*WARNING* - Darker content, animal abuse

The package arrives while you’re out getting lunch. It's just a normal-looking box with no return address, but it's for you. It gets dropped on your desk, and nobody thinks much of it... at first. But the room shifts when one of the guys walks by and catches a whiff — something metallic, decaying.

Koko is the first to get suspicious. He notices its weight and the strange smell. His gut says this isn’t right. He grabs a knife and slices the tape, muttering, ‘Let’s make sure this isn’t something sketchy.’ The second he peels back the flaps and sees fur, he stops cold.

Kakucho, standing beside him, leans over and instantly goes rigid. ‘Is that...?’ he breathes.

Ran, who’d wandered over, covers his mouth and curses. Rindou just turns pale. ‘What kind of sick bastard—’

It’s your cat. Lifeless. Carefully posed. There's a note inside that reads: "Still choosing it over me?"

They all freeze. Not because they’re afraid — but because they’ve officially crossed the line between protecting her and vengeance. And you’re not even back from lunch yet.

Koko closes the box again. Gently. His hands are shaking — not with fear, but rage. ‘I want his location. I want to know his daily route, who he talks to, and where he sleeps.’

He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. He’s already calling in favors.

Kakucho is gripping the desk like he's trying not to punch straight through it. ‘We tell her gently,’ he says, voice rough. ‘We don’t let her open that.’

He's already planning how to bury the ex — literally — without you ever knowing the details.

Ran is furious but deadly calm. ‘He wants her to suffer. This isn’t a message, it’s psychological warfare.’

He looks at Rindou. ‘You know what that means.’

Rindou nods. ‘We make him disappear. Not quick. Not painless.’

Sanzu lets out unhinged laughter. ‘A cat? This sick bastard sent her a dead cat?’

His grin is too wide, eyes wild. ‘I’ll gut him like one. Make it rhyme.’ No one tells him no. He’s already got the guy’s photo pinned up in his mind.

Takeomi is silent. Looks at the box, then at the note, and walks out of the room. No one stops him. Ten minutes later, he’s back. ‘Got someone tailing him. We do this clean. No witnesses. No mess for her to worry about.’

Mochi clenches his fists. His voice is hoarse. ‘She loved that cat. Talked about it all the time.’

He’s the one who gently picks up the box and moves it to a back room. ‘She’s not seeing this. Not today. Not ever.’

Mikey hadn’t walked in until the box was already opened. He stares down at it. No emotion on his face. But everyone feels it — the shift.

‘It ends today.’

He doesn’t elaborate. But when you come back, he’s sitting calmly at the front, waiting for you — like a shadow guarding the gate.

They don’t let you see it. Kakucho intercepts you first with a soft, ‘Hey — can I talk to you for a sec?’

Ran and Kokonoi keep you busy. Sanzu and Rindou take the box out the back. Takeomi calls the cleanup crew. Mochi quietly clears your desk, making sure it looks untouched. And Mikey... he just watches the door, waiting. Because if the ex even thinks about coming near you again, he won’t walk away.

You walk through the door twenty minutes later, lunch in hand, and smile like nothing’s wrong. A little tired, maybe — but chipper, pretending like always.

‘Hey, Kakucho,’ you call lightly, approaching the desk where he’s waiting for you.

‘Got a weird text from my neighbor. Said it sounded like my cat was losing its mind earlier — yowling or something.’ She snorts, digging into her bag. ‘That old hag’s always hated him. Thinks cats are ‘omens’ or some crap.’

You laugh. ‘Honestly, he probably just knocked over a plant or something.’

Kakucho just stands there, frozen mid-reply. Your smile is so real. So normal. And all he can think about is the box that was sitting on her desk thirty minutes minutes ago.

He forces a smile. ‘Yeah…cats do weird stuff sometimes.’ His voice is rougher than usual. You don’t notice.

You’re still joking, still talking, ‘I was gonna grab some treats on the way home too — he’s been extra clingy lately. Total brat, but he’s my little shadow.’ You roll your eyes fondly, completely unaware you’re twisting a knife into Kakucho’s heart.

The others are watching. Quietly. Subtly.

Koko is at his desk, pretending to be on a call, but he’s listening — jaw tight. Sanzu is leaned against the far wall, fingers twitching, eyes locked on you like a predator holding back. Ran has stopped his paperwork entirely, a pen held still in his hand. Rindou looks sick. Mochi is gripping a coffee cup a little too tightly. Takeomi won’t even look in your direction. Mikey... Mikey hasn’t blinked since you walked in. He’s just watching you smile. And it’s killing him.

Kakucho cleared his throat, his voice low, ‘Hey, do you mind if we talk in the conference room for a minute?’

You blink, ‘Oh? Sure, yeah — I didn’t mess up the schedule, did I?’ You chuckle, still oblivious, still sweet.

‘No,’ he says gently. ‘I just… there’s something I need to tell you. It’s important.’

Your smile falters — just a little. But you follow without question, still carrying your lunch, still talking about how spoiled your cat is, how you swear he knows when she’s coming home.

The others don’t follow. They stay behind. Silent. Still. Sanzu’s already texting someone with a photo of the stalker. Mikey says nothing. He just stands and walks out, his eyes empty. That man signed his death certificate the second he taped that box shut.

The conference room door clicks shut behind them. It’s just you and Kakucho.

You’re still smiling faintly, setting your lunch on the table. ‘So, what’s up? You’re being all mysterious, Kakucho.’ 

He stands across from you, arms loosely crossed, like he's holding himself back. He doesn’t meet your eyes at first. ‘Before I say anything,’ he starts, voice low and careful, ‘I want you to know something.’

You tilt her head, confused. ‘Okay?’

He breathes out slowly. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong. And none of this… is your fault.’

That makes you pause. Your brows pull together. ‘What is this, an HR talk?’ you joke, half-hearted. ‘Am I getting fired?’

Kakucho finally looks at you — really looks. And you know. Your smile flickers like a candle in the wind.

‘What happened? you ask quietly.

Kakucho walks over to the chair across from yours, pulls it out, and sits down with his hands clasped. He’s trying so hard to keep it together, to be steady for you.

‘There was a package delivered for you while you were out,’ he says softly. ‘It… looked suspicious. So we opened it.’ He hesitates, his jaw tightening.

Your voice goes still. ‘What was in it?’

A pause. Too long. Then, ‘Your cat.’

You don’t react right away. You just stare at him like the words haven’t sunk in yet. ‘What do you mean?’ you ask blankly.

‘It was your cat,’ he says again, more gently this time. ‘He’s gone.’

Another pause. You blink once. Looks away.

‘Oh.’

That’s it. No gasp. No tears. No screams. Just a hollow little oh — like someone told you the weather forecast changed. Like the part of you that could feel anything about this just... shut off.

Kakucho watches you, waiting. Hoping you’ll cry, or shout, or break. But you don’t. You pick at the edge of her lunch bag. Adjusts a napkin. Your hands are shaking.

Kakucho leans forward, elbows on the table, ‘You don’t have to hold it in,’ he says quietly, ‘Not with me.’

‘I’m not,’ you reply softly, eyes on the table. ‘I just… I thought maybe he got out again. That I’d find him under the couch or something. That he’d be mad I was late.’

And then, finally, your voice cracks, ‘I left the window open this morning. I didn’t even say goodbye.’

Kakucho doesn’t say anything. He just gets up, walks around the table, and crouches beside your chair. Puts a careful hand on your arm — not pulling, not forcing. You lean into him slowly. Don’t cry. Just lean your forehead against his shoulder and let him hold you.

And outside that door, the rest of Bonten is already making plans to erase the man who did this.

This was requested by beloved, sweet, lovely, beautiful bestie @enden-k, whom I must thank very much, not only bc they actually allowed me to write more about yandere tarti, but for the constant love and support that he has given me since we have become friends. I can't express how glad I'm that you are in my life, I hope we will stay friends for a long, long time. I'm sorry I'm awful with words lmao but anyway! I hope you all will like this, and once again youn, thank u. U have no idea how important you are to me, love u bestie 💕💕💕💕

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, Yandere, Smut, 18+ (MINORS DON’T INTERACT), Broken English, Obsessed, Toxic Relationship, Dom Character, Implied Kidnapping, Dubcon/Noncon, Failed Attempted at escape, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of pronouns and body parts), A bit needy yandere tarti cause I'm a hoe, Implied Fight, Tarti has a little bruise but nothing much, One mention of blood, Unhinged Tarti, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! ➳ Pair: Childe x Reader (Genshin Impact) Words Count: 464

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18. “You look so good with my hand around your neck”

“You sweet, sweet cute little lamp…~” he laughs, his entire body over yours, successfully holding you down against the hard, cold floor.

“Trying to run away from me again hm? You even managed to hurt me…” Ajax's hand goes to his face, touching the so small bruise you somehow managed to give him during your failed escape attempt. It already stopped bleeding for a long time, but he looked so proud.

“That’s why I can’t let you go sweetheart! Where else do I find someone like you? You are just so perfect...” he murmurs against your ear, red chocks of hair against your face as you hear Childe twisted laugh, his lips kissing your cheek in a surprisingly gentle touch.

If it weren’t for the red-haired using his whole strength to keep you down, and his hard big cock buried deep inside of you, you would have tried to say something back much to his enjoyment. But Ajax knew your body better than you did, so it was easy for him to make you become a moaning mess under him, no longer needing to hold you down since how desperate you were to touch him, to get more.

“I love you, I love so damn much!” his lips were now all over your face, kissing every possible inch while confessing his eternal love for you, his hips moving at such a fast pace that was making your head spin. Everything around you screamed Ajax; his voice, his scent, his body warm against yours, he was everywhere.

“Don’t ever think about running away again...” Ajax steals your lips with his, kissing you so hard and with so much passion, drinking all your sweet moans. “What will you do without me uh? What will I do without you?”

His glare was so different now; if before was a fighter glare, cold and dark, now it was one who seemed so in love, so desperate, so needy. You both were needy, Ajax needed you, and you needed him, his hands, his cock going deeper inside. You were so close to cumming, you didn’t really listen to what he was saying no more.

Suddenly his hand, which was on your hip holding you still, got to your neck in a tight grip. His hips were moving so slowly now, you whimper in protest trying to get more friction, but it was too late, your orgasm was now fading as you looked up at him, only to get scared by his smirk and cruel, dark glare on his eyes.

“You won’t try to run away again, right?” Ajax chuckles as you get more scared, his dick twitching inside of you in response. “... Mh. I must say... You look so good with my hand around your neck~”

This work belongs to @/alj0saray, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

Bonten has taken you hostage, because your father hasn't been paying the debt that he owed to them. They told your father that they will keep you until he paid that large amount of money up. And while they kept you in their home, they grew fond of you. not just because of that pretty face or your skimpy, pretty pink clothes. No, the way you acted so dumbly was frankly adorable..and throughout the time you spent with the men, they became your daddies.

❥ content warnings :

18+, bimbo!reader, fingering, kidnapping, hints of reader being queer, cheating, creampie, breeding, possessive behavior, slight yandere themes, age gaps, poly relationship, threesomes, exhibition, choking, brat taming, being a sugar baby, pet names, bondage, pet play, mentions of violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal, dom/sub, spitting, ddlg relationships, gangbang, virginity loss, public sex, knife/gunplay, car sex, oral, boob job, noncon filming, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

❥ parts !

⋮ pt. 1 : WHAT A SURPRISE!

⋮ pt. 2 : NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

⋮ pt. 3 : ARE YOU BUSY?

more parts coming soon <33

her before you (2)

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(part 2/2) where you turn the tables and give them a dose of their own medicine. groveling, jealousy & revenge! no forgiveness for these repeated offenders.

featuring: gojo, geto, sukuna, toji (and the help of other jjk men)

a/n: how are we feeling? lowkey feel bad for gojo but he doesn’t learn

⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆

** a couple of anons wanted king nanami to help with revenge so i just decided to add other men as well for variety. thanks for the suggestion :)

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ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!AU ~ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤

"𝐹𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡—𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑."

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What you'll find -

Illegal street races, high-speed chases, and underground bets. Crews competing for control over the racing circuit. Rival racers with intense history—enemies-to-lovers or exes who still race against each other. "One last race" , but things take a dangerous turn. Betrayal within the crew—someone working with law enforcement or a rival team. if you can't beat em, join em. filthy rich racers and an even filthier amount of illegal activities

Will include -

Angst threesomes(+) smut drinking drugs illegal racing smoking dark-con non/dub-con guns violence

The racers -

Michael kaiser or DK (drift king.) Isagi yoichi or thrasher Rin itoshi or zero Sae itoshi or spades Reo mikage or lux Nagi seishiro or zenith Otoya eita or echo Bachira meguru or riot Shidou ryusei or mad dog Chigiri hyoma or redline karasu tabito or phantom

Disclaimer -

You can imagine the 'reader' as a different person for each story or the same, it doesn't really matter. But I'd say don't treat them as the same person THIS IS NOT A SERIES! None of the stories correlate unless specifically mentioned Warnings will be put before the start of each story 18+, explicit content, mdni

Taglist: @cyberheartrebel @vaelils @narcjsistx @arisaturn @cookiesandcreammy @x3nafix

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