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Yum.
heat stroke w/ shidou part 2 cause I forgot smth lmaoo
Great job!
Shidou ryusei 🎀
It was supposed to be a simple study of tonocha__ (twt) 's art style( they're amazing!!) But well aaaa.👍
PERFECT ATHLETIC BETTER FEM READER YESSS
aged up blue lock men of your choice where they already perfected their skills in every aspect with their girlfriend who wants to try soccer for the first time so the blue lock men jokingly tried to show off their signature move and then reader thinking he might be asking her to replicate it, did exactly that except they didn't expected their gf to execute it perfectly (it took them years, it took her a glance)
“𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫”
a/n: the header is everything
ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, mikage reo, niko ikki
itoshi rin
he was just trying to be funny, okay?
you'd asked him to teach you how to play, and he just... showed off a bit. a simple top-corner shot – full sprint, perfect form, sharp angle. you clapped.
“so you want me to do that?”
he snorted. “no, not unless you’re secretly a prodigy or something.”
but then you jog up. barely even take a second to aim. and the ball swerves – a perfect curve into the same damn top corner.
he just stands there. arms crossed. blinking.
“… did you google my entire playstyle last night?”
you: “no?”
rin: “are you possessed?”
he’s so irrationally offended, but also stunned and a little in love because what do you MEAN you just felt like it???
itoshi sae
you ask for help and he stretches dramatically like he’s being forced to tutor a child.
“fine. observe a prodigy.”
he lines up, slow-walks to the ball like a diva, and hits one of those cheeky no-look chips into the goal. smirks.
“okay, now you.”
you mimic everything – down to the posture, the lazy half-step, and then bam, the same result. ball lands in the net with that same crisp curve.
“… huh.”
he walks up to you and pokes you in the forehead.
“how did that come from you?”
you stick your tongue out. “you said observe a prodigy, right?”
he’s lowkey smiling the entire time and won’t admit it.
“okay, whatever, prodigy #2. try dribbling next, i bet you suck at that.” (he’s bluffing. he knows you’re about to humble him again.)
isagi yoichi
you just wanted a basic lesson. but your sweet boyfriend enters meta vision.
“okay, okay, watch this. it’s my direct shot. this took me years, okay?”
he explains angles. timing. leg strength. strategy. he’s so passionate you almost feel bad.
until you try it.
and the ball flies – same angle, same power, right into the net.
he’s speechless. like, “did you just… wait what???”
you: “was that it?”
him: “was that it?? LOVE, THAT TOOK ME YEARS OF DEVASTATION AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.”
he's so happy and offended all at once, like this is not how shonen arcs work 😭
but he also makes you recreate it ten more times while filming it for proof. his screensaver is now you landing a direct shot.
nagi seishiro
this man literally yawns before showing you his “signature” trap-and-volley. it’s so clean it looks fake.
“alright, try it. but it’s kinda hard.”
you look at him. “you mean like this?”
and you trap it mid-air and volley it in one fluid motion.
he blinks.
“whoa.”
you: “was that right?”
him: “um, i think you just stole my whole flow.”
nagi’s not mad tho. he’s excited. now he has someone to do lazy genius duos with.
he immediately suggests skipping the rest of practice and just going pro together.
bachira meguru
he’s full of sparkles and spins the ball on his finger before juggling it in a zig-zag pattern across the field like a circus act.
“okay cutie, your turn, but don’t stress if it’s messy the first ten years.”
you blink. “you want me to do that?”
him: “LOL nooo… unless???”
you try it. and by some miracle or muscle memory from dance or gymnastics or whatever divine chaos lives in your body, you nail the dribble.
he screeches.
like full volume. picks you up and spins you like a helicopter.
“you’re possessed by a soccer god!!! teach me!!!”
he’s immediately calling you his monster twin and demands matching cleats and jersey numbers.
training is now just the two of you goofing around and inventing new flashy combos.
kaiser michael
he was only demonstrating. not asking you to compete.
“watch and learn, liebling,” he says, tossing you a wink.
then he pulls off his signature kaiser impact like it’s casual.
you clap. “so… you want me to do that?”
“obviously not. unless you want to destroy your feet.”
you attempt it anyway.
and somehow, your shot is smoother. it hits the net harder. and you land with zero effort.
kaiser’s jaw is on the floor.
“did you… did you just out-kaiser me?”
you blink innocently. “i thought i was just copying?”
he is in his villain arc. he stares off dramatically and mutters “she’s my greatest rival” under his breath.
but he’s also holding your hand the entire walk home like you just saved his life.
shidou ryusei
“alright baby, this one’s hot.”
he launches himself into a wild, mid-air scissor kick like an absolute maniac.
lands on his feet, smirks, and flexes.
“that was sexy, right?”
you raise an eyebrow. “i can try.”
he laughs. laughs. “what are you gonna do, cartwheel and break your nose?”
and then you scissor kick it perfectly.
not only that, you somehow make it look graceful.
he’s silent.
then bursts into laughter and tackles you into the grass.
“BROOOO you’re cracked!!! marry me again!!!”
he now insists on being your hype man every single time you breathe near a soccer ball.
“watch out, my girl’s got hops and precision. she’s a menace.”
karasu tabito
karasu, the king of cool, casually rolls the ball up with his foot and does one of his famous elastic cuts followed by a no-look assist shot.
“kinda difficult. probably too fast to pick up on first try,” he smirks.
you try. you nail it.
first try. no hesitation.
the ball glides into the net like you’ve been doing it since birth.
karasu slowly removes his imaginary sunglasses.
“… are you a government experiment?”
you: “is that your way of saying good job?”
he’s lowkey impressed and also mildly panicked that he might not be the slickest one in the relationship anymore.
but he gets over it quick and says, “cool. we should do duo trick shots and make money.”
mikage reo
reo is SO dramatic about teaching you.
he plans a whole lesson, brings cones, makes a playlist.
“this is gonna be our bonding day, babe! you’ll learn from the best.”
you: “okay, show me something fancy.”
reo: “say less.”
he dribbles between cones with lightning footwork and ends with a clean nutmeg-shot combo.
then turns and bows.
“good luck topping that–”
you do it. all of it. smoother. faster. even add a little spin at the end.
reo’s soul leaves his body.
“HOW???”
you shrug. “i just… watched?”
he is clapping like a proud stage mom but also spiraling a little.
“okay, but i still look better doing it, right? right???”
he makes you wear matching jerseys and calls you his "soccer power couple" for a week straight.
niko ikki
you ask him for soccer tips and he gets all shy but serious.
“o-okay… just, uh, follow my lead.”
he does this intense, stealthy feint he’s known for, disappearing around your blind spot and curving it in.
he’s proud. it’s his baby move.
then you do it. perfectly. with the same footwork, the same angle, the same curve. first try.
he stares at you in disbelief.
“was that… did you just read my blind spot?”
you: “i mean… yeah? it made sense.”
he looks at the ground.
“am i… obsolete?”
you immediately shower him with praise, telling him you learned it because he made it look so cool.
he softens.
“… okay. just don’t start covering your forehead, too. we can’t both be mysterious.”
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
THIS is the strong women we need in fics,
Kindly requesting mma fighter!gf x blue lock boys 🙏
I’ve been hyperfixating on the idea for a hot minute and would like to know your take on these 🤭 As for characters, could you have Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Shido, Reo, Kaiser and Barou? (As well as any other characters you’d like to add) Thank you ☺️
“𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭”
a/n: this is giving “my girlfriend could kill me (and i’d let her)”
ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael, barou shoei
itoshi sae
deadpan “wtf” when he first sees you break a guy’s nose clean in a sparring match.
not scared of you… just extremely respectful of you.
“remind me to never piss you off.”
secretly enjoys watching your training vids. they're always playing in the background while he studies game footage or stretches. he says it's for "noise."
loves that you can protect yourself. he doesn't worry when you're out late because who would even try you?
your bruised knuckles get the gentlest kisses. he's silent about it, but you catch the softness in his eyes every time.
itoshi rin
"your form’s off. tilt your elbow when you throw."
yes. rin critiques your fighting technique.
trains with you for fun, but it turns serious fast. you both end up full-sparring, and the neighbors call the cops because it sounds like a crime scene.
lowkey turns into your water boy during competitions. towel ready, water open, dead silent but there for everything.
he doesn't like people staring at you in your fight gear, but he'd never say that. instead, he’ll just glare until they combust.
jealous when you get press attention – “they should be watching me, not her.” (he’s just petty + he loves you.)
isagi yoichi
your biggest fan. like. front row, wearing a shirt with your name on it.
he gasps when you throw punches like a mom watching her kid in a karate tournament.
“wait wait wait was that a spinning elbow??? baby that was SICK!!!”
always tries to “train” with you and ends up flat on his back every time.
absolutely posts clips of you on his insta stories with heart emojis.
when fans flirt with him, he literally goes, “my girlfriend would kick your ass in two seconds.”
bachira meguru
he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.
challenges you to play-wrestling. ends up in a headlock giggling like a maniac.
asks you to teach him cool moves just so he can show off in public and say “my girlfriend taught me that!”
gets way too into your pre-fight rituals. “do you want me to braid your hair? can i scream like a hype man before you go in?”
draws little doodles of you mid-kick. has a sticker of you on his phone case.
actually becomes a little possessive when other fighters flirt with you. all smiley until he says, “she’ll break your nose if you try that again.”
shidou ryusei
it’s a match made in hell. chaos x chaos.
you two flirt by trying to knock each other out.
sparring is just foreplay, honestly.
“babe you broke my rib that was so hot.”
starts fights in public just so you can jump in and “save” him.
he’s obsessed with your strength. like, genuinely obsessed. will brag about you to strangers like “my girlfriend could kill you with her pinky.”
also not-so-secretly into the idea of you pinning him. yeah…
mikage reo
shocked at first. like, his elegant, stunning girlfriend… punches people for a living?
gets over it fast and becomes the most extra supporter of all time.
hires a videographer to make hype montages of your fights.
“you need better sponsorships. i’ll call my manager.”
wears suits to your matches like he’s at fashion week.
deadass once tries to bribe your opponents to forfeit so you won’t get hurt. you banned him from doing that again.
gets really flustered when you pin him against the wall. “d-don’t use your pro moves on me, babe… please…”
kaiser michael
he acts cocky until he sees you knock someone out in 30 seconds.
“... okay that was kind of sexy.”
makes it his life mission to look cooler than you in public. spoiler: he fails.
“you’re lucky i like strong women.” while actively looking like a golden retriever when you punch the heavy bag.
kisses your bruises like it’s romantic. it kinda is.
super competitive during sparring. refuses to go easy even when you dominate him.
also: “imagine our kids. they'd be gods.”
barou shoei
does NOT know how to process you at first.
like. you fight?? professionally??
refuses to admit he’s impressed. instead he says “your guard’s sloppy.”
you beat him in arm wrestling and he sulks for a week.
but deep down? he’s proud as hell. watches all your matches. complains when they don’t show your good side.
sometimes trains with you, but it always turns into a competition.
super protective even though you clearly don’t need it. “don’t talk to her. she can handle herself, but i’ll break your jaw too.”
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
The fact that gojo the strongest too, so the only suicide missions would be the ones he makes an effort to carry out as such. The only way he ends up on shokos table would be if he wanted to be.
Gojo Satoru couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t bear the faint smell of your shampoo in the stairwell you’d just left, the sound of your laughter disappearing around the corner.
He’d started excusing himself from staff meetings at school, much to the fury of the higher-ups. But he quite literally couldn’t be in the same room with you. Not after what he’d done.
The strongest sorcerer started letting his Infinity slip, hoping you’d brush against him in the hallway just so he could feel you again.
He got sloppy on missions, ending up on Shoko’s operating table more and more often. The last time, forced back into consciousness by her technique and a lungful of secondhand smoke, she had called him on it.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Satoru? You think that’s going to bring them back?” He took so long to answer that she started to worry he’d passed back out.
“I know it won’t.” His ocean-blue eyes were an abyss. “But then it wouldn’t hurt anymore.”
Gojo knew he hardly had the right to say it. You had only had one request of him when you got together, one thing that worried you about getting involved with him and his reputation. And he had blown it all up.
It didn’t matter that it was his first love, his high-school ex that he never really got over. It didn’t even matter that he had a good excuse when it came down to it. You had caught Gojo with his tongue down someone else’s throat, and ended it on the spot.
So he dragged himself and his self-pity around campus, half-heartedly instructing the first years when he wasn’t busy volunteering for suicide missions.
You kept your broken heart well-hidden, quietly requesting a transfer to Kyoto at the end of this semester. You looked right through him when you couldn’t avoid him entirely, and found empty bathroom stalls to cry in afterward.
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You had carefully planned your escape, steadily sending your belongings on to the Kyoto school and distancing yourself from the administration of the Tokyo campus for the past few weeks. Now moving day was here, a one-way ticket clutched in your hand. It felt both impossible and inevitable.
No one was there to see you off, as requested. Your closest friends would come visit and everyone else didn’t care much either way.
Except for the person you were running from.
You felt him before you saw him, his Six Eyes boring into you from across the station. His snow-white hair was scruffy, sticking up like he’d been pulling at it. Dark sunglasses hid his shadowed eyes.
“Gojo? What the fuck are you doing here?” You knew he could hear your harsh whisper from where he stood.
“Gojo, huh? Ouch.” He crossed the room in a blink, pushing up his glasses to show off an exaggerated wince, one eye scrunched shut. “That hurts.”
“Good. You should know how it feels. Now if you don’t mind, I have a train to catch.” You tried to step around him, but he easily mirrored you.
“It doesn’t leave for another ten minutes. Can we talk?”
“Talk? Talk about what, asshole? How your ex tasted?” A pointless shove against his broad chest.
Gojo caught your wrists in one hand. “Please.”
You made the mistake of eye contact, taking a half-step closer, and your heart broke open all over again. He was so beautiful, so desperate, his vulnerability a halo. The wound you had tried to cauterize with space and silence flared back to agonizing life.
He sensed your hesitation- he knew all your weaknesses- and used the opportunity to pull you into his arms. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry, you have no idea…” murmured apologies into your hair.
“Fuck you,” you said to his chest.
“I know, baby.” A shaky laugh. “I know.”
Against all your instincts, the longing to melt into his embrace, you stepped back. “Satoru…” you did your best to ignore the hope in his face when you used that name. “You can’t expect me to forget what you’ve done.”
“I don’t! I swear. Just please, don’t run away from this. From us. I can’t lose you.” He still held your wrists, your pulses knocking against each other.
“You already did.”
He lets go, off balance, like you’d punched him in the gut. Your train doors are opening and you’re turning away, not before you catch the shine of tears in his blue, blue eyes.
You’re sorry too, so goddamn sorry, but you’re stepping off the platform and there’s nothing left to say, even if you had the time to say it.
The doors close indifferently, your world cleaved in two. Before and after, inside and out. You turn back, watching him shrink into nothing as you pull out of the station. He watches you disappear for much, much longer.
Just thinking about the JJK men being jealous.
Toji would never admit it, but the way his muscles tense, standing out further by the way he intentionally crosses his arms over his chest, causing them to bulge while looking at the poor guy you’re talking too in the eye.
Satoru would just walk over and place his chin on your head, arms wrapping around your torso as he pouts, not giving a rats ASS about the looks he’s getting from the nearby pedestrians, and the barista you’re talking too, his eyes glancing up to meet the glare of the blue eyed bat while he warns you your coffee is hot and scurries off to help the other customers.
Sukuna would obliterate him no questions asked. “Hi, what would you like to drink today?” *slash.
Nanami would walk over politely, but you don’t miss the way his already immaculate posture straightens up impossibly, his hand moves to straighten down his jacket, flashing the Rolex, and his jaw clenches momentarily. A handshake offered to the man, once he’s introduced himself ever so politely, formally, but the force used on that poor man’s hand is evident through the way it bends within Nanamis hold, the man’s features crumpling slightly in pain.
I would follow him if it was real hundred percent🫶🏻
JJK Coded Tweets
toji fushiguro edition~
a/n: I think this might be my favorite edition. Toji is funny asf.
divider by @jilval !
Most delicious rage bait😌
her before you
angst | jjk men x f!reader
when you’re in need of them but they’re busy helping another woman you don’t have great history with
featuring: gojo, geto, sukuna, toji
pt. 1 (taglist open)
｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ
a/n: various! x reader angst debut guys. reader’s tired of this repetitive behavior btw so she means business.
So me coded fr
Hiii!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a BLLK HC request!
Can you do one where the characters suddenly get a lot of cuteness aggression for their s/o and then proceed to smother them with affection? SORRY THIS IS SO CRINGY BUT AT LEAST IM FREE 😔
For the characters, can you do Sae, Rin, Reo, Isagi and whatever other ones you like?
AGAIN SORRY FOR THE CRINGY REQUEST
NO DW ITS NOT CRINGY thank you for the request!! 🫶
when you’re affectionate toward them ;
bf bllk x cuteness overload reader
itoshi sae
-> sae has been doted on his entire life. becoming a famous soccer player didn’t chance that, the praise just heightened, especially from fans
-> your affection was different, because you didn’t use meaningless words to compliment your boyfriend on his talent or skill. you simply thought he was the most adorable thing on the planet
-> “i’m gonna get an intent in my cheek from how much you poke it.” “I WOULDNT POKE IT SO MUCH IF YOU WERENT SUCH A GRUMP.” “but when i smile you cry—“ “CAUSE YOURE SO CUTE OH MY GOD???”
itoshi rin
-> having someone as aggressive with their affection as you was a bit shocking, especially since rin isn’t the type to show much love
-> you sat across the couch, staring at him, when you felt a swell in your chest. a need to jump on him. who were you to ignore your impulse?
-> “y/n, why are you looking at me li—OOF.” “GOD YOURE SO ADORABLE I COULD THROW UP.” “i’m just sitting here..” “WELL STOP. ITS TOO CUTE.” “okay..”
mikage reo
-> you out-affection him and he doesn’t know how to feel about it
-> the first time he smothered you in kisses was like opening pandora’s box. now that you knew it was safe to be your weird, affection-crazy self around your boyfriend, there was no going back
-> you’re walking together when you slip your hand into his back pocket. “y/n, what if someone sees?” “sees what? i’m just walking with my boyfriend!” “your hand is in my pants.” “your back pocket!! that doesn’t count, couples do it all the time!” “i feel your hand on my skin!” “then you have a hole somewhere. not my fault!” “you’re so weird.” “you love it~”
isagi yoichi
-> it’s the hair, you conclude as you cradle isagi’s head to your chest. “y/n.. can’t… breathe..!” “IM SORRY I CANT HELP IT. YOURE TOO CUTE.” “goodbye.. world..”
-> no but you cannot keep your hands to yourself, and isagi doesn’t care. he’s gotten used to your mindless affection, your need to be close to him, and has adapted to involve you in his daily life
-> “y/n, are you okay?” “hm? why, what’s up?” “you’re not invading my personal space nearly as much as usual..” “AWW YOICHI ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT ME??” “i mean—“ “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY CUTIEKINS! KISS ME.”
michael kaiser
-> it took him a looooong time to get comfortable enough around you to accept your affection, but you didn’t mind waiting
-> the only time you allowed yourself to smother him with affection was after he initiated it first a simple hand on the knee meant he wanted your touch, a squeeze meant he wanted cuddles
-> you were sitting together when you felt his hand tentatively brush your leg. you waited for him to do it again, and he gave your ankle a little squeeze, you flung yourself into him, smothering his face with enough kisses to make him laugh. “you’re gonna kill me one day by kissing me to death!” “then you’ll certainly die a happy man <3”
Y’all don’t realise how my face beamed at the first sign of angst. UNEXPECTED SURPRISE I LOVE ANGST YUMYYURSHSH👹😋
Ribeye with mashed potatoes
Being in a relationship with Sukuna had its challenges, especially when it came to his routines. So when you misplaced his gym bag by accident, it turned into a big deal. He was already thirty minutes late to his session—something he absolutely hated—and now, he was in a foul mood. Sukuna despised losing anything, even time.
He was petty about it too, giving you the silent treatment for an entire day. By the middle of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore.
"Baby, I said I’m really sorry, mm? I swear I won’t touch it again, I swear on my heart," you pleaded, raising your hand in a promise.
Still, nothing. He didn’t even look at you. You had been racking your brain for a way to make him forgive you, and finally, you found the answer—food.
His favorite meal: ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and a cold beer. He loved to eat, and if this didn’t fully earn his forgiveness, it would at least make him smirk. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek—though he barely reacted—you rushed to grab your bag and keys, hurrying to your car to do some shopping.
Meanwhile, Sukuna had gone to take a nap, expecting to wake up and find you at home, doing whatever you normally did. Yeah, he was annoyed about the bag, but at this point, he knew he was just being grumpy. He also knew that from now on, you wouldn’t touch his stuff.
But when he woke up three hours later, you still weren’t home. No text. No call. Nothing. He couldn’t even check your location.
By the fifth hour, his stomach twisted in knots. Something felt wrong. The kind of wrong that sent a cold chill creeping down his spine. He was getting sick just thinking about it.
Then came a knock at the door.
When he opened it, he was met with two police officers, both looking tense. For a moment, they hesitated, almost startled by the sheer size of the man answering the door.
"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ryomen Sukuna?" one of them asked.
"Yeah?" His voice was sharp, questioning. He didn’t have time for this—his mind was already racing. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding against his ribs. He just knew something wasn’t right. A dreadful, ice-cold sensation washed over his back.
"Sir, I’m really sorry to inform you, but we found a car registered to this residence crashed on the rode. Unfortunately… there were no survivors. The only things recovered were a phone and an identification card. We need you to come with us to identify the body. We’ll give you a minute."
The moment Sukuna heard "I’m sorry," his ears started ringing.
His chest tightened, fingers curling into fists. It felt like a cement block had been shoved down his throat, lodged deep in his lungs, leaving no room to breathe. No room to make a sound. His vision blurred at the edges, his mind rejecting the words being spoken to him.
He tried to blink—yeah. Any second now, he’d wake up from his nap. There was no other explanation. No. Life wouldn’t do this to him. No, yeah. He’d wake up, shake off this nightmare, run downstairs, and find you there. You’d smile at him, and he’d wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, whispering apologies for being so damn spoiled—for getting mad over a fucking gym bag.
That was it. He’d been too spoiled, and this was just his wake-up call.
But he still wasn’t breathing. His vision swam, black spots creeping into the edges. He didn’t even feel himself swaying, but one of the officers must have noticed—because before he could crumble, a firm hand caught his arm, steadying him.
"Sukuna—sir, you need to sit down."
But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t listen.
Because this wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be.
It took the officers an hour to get Sukuna to calm down just enough. He hadn’t even been breathing properly—they had to teach him how to work his lungs again. Every inhale was jagged, every exhale was forced, as if his body had forgotten how to function.
They had seen a lot in their line of work, but watching this—this was something else entirely. On any normal day, with his looks and presence, he might’ve been a suspect. But right now? Right now, he just looked like a man who had lost everything.
What they didn’t see, however, was you.
You had managed to walk all the way home. It was a long journey—an hour by car, so you could only imagine how long it had taken on foot. Your body ached, exhaustion settling into your bones, but the moment you saw the flashing lights of a police car in front of your home, you pushed through.
Your pace quickened into a jog. Why were they here?
The front door was already open.
And then you saw him.
Sukuna was on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall, his face void of any color. Two officers knelt beside him, speaking to him in low, careful tones.
Your brows furrowed. Since when did he get buddy-buddy with the cops?
But then you saw the way he was gripping his own arms, his fingers digging into his skin like he was holding himself together by sheer force alone. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his eyes empty, like he wasn’t even seeing what was in front of him.
Something was very, very wrong.
It seemed none of them had noticed you yet, too caught up in whatever was happening inside. You stood there for a moment, confusion twisting in your gut before finally knocking on your own door.
"Excuse me… what is going on?"
The room fell into a deafening silence.
Sukuna’s head snapped up so fast it was almost inhuman. The officers turned, their expressions shifting from shock to pure disbelief.
But nothing—nothing—could compare to the way Sukuna looked at you.
At first, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared. Like his brain couldn’t process what his eyes were seeing. Like you were a ghost standing at the threshold of his grief.
Then, all at once, the tension in his body snapped. He was on his feet before you could blink, shoving past the officers like they weren’t even there.
"I—" His voice cracked, raw and broken. His breathing was still uneven, his chest heaving. "You’re—What—"
Before you could respond, he yanked you into him, burying his face in your neck. His entire body trembled against yours, gripping you so tightly it was as if he thought you'd slip away if he let go.
You had never been this confused before—until you felt it.
Sukuna was sobbing. Not the quiet, restrained kind. No, gut-wrenching, broken sobs wracked his entire body. His grip tightened, his weight pressing against you as if he had completely given up.
You had never seen him cry. Not like this. Sure, maybe a few tears at your wedding—happy ones. But now? His cries were raw, pained. The sound of it made your chest ache, your throat tighten. Unknowingly, your own tears welled up, threatening to spill as your hands instinctively cradled the back of his neck.
His legs buckled, bringing both of you to the ground, but he didn't let go. He couldn’t.
You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering softly, "It’s okay, love…it’s okay."
But it wasn’t okay. Not for him.
Sukuna only held you tighter, his ragged breathing hot against your skin. His entire body shook, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding erratically, as if he was still trying to convince himself that this was real—that you were real.
"I thought—" he gasped between sobs, his voice completely wrecked. "They said—they told me you were dead."
Your breath hitched.
Dead?
You pulled back just enough to see Sukuna’s face, his tear-streaked expression raw and panicked.
"Baby, I lost the car at the market," you began, voice shaking but determined to explain. "I parked it, but it was gone... my bag and my phone were in there too. I couldn’t report it right away."
You glanced at the officers behind him, their presence almost felt like a distant blur.
Sukuna was still tense, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, the emotions warring inside him. His grip on you hadn’t loosened and he wasn’t speaking. The air around him was still suffocating with the weight of his worry and pain.
The officer behind him spoke up, his voice professional but clearly aware of the severity of the situation.
"Ma’am, it seems there’s been a huge miscommunication. We found the car crashed on the road, and there was someone inside. The vehicle was registered to this address, and the identification card we found belonged to you. We came to inform your husband."
Sukuna’s body tensed all over again, his hands gripping you tighter as the weight of the officer's words settled over him like a crushing wave.
The air felt too thick. Your mind was still piecing together the disorienting puzzle, but one thing was clear: Sukuna wasn’t breathing any easier. His mind was still in a spiral, and even with the explanation, he wasn’t calming down.
"It’s okay, Suku." You whispered, trying to soothe him as much as yourself. "I’m here now. I’m really here."
But even as you spoke, he still couldn’t let go of you, his body shaking, struggling to grasp the reality that was just as twisted and confusing for him as it was for you.
The officer, sensing the tension in the air, took a small step back, choosing his words carefully. "Ma’am, it’s important that we make sure everything is resolved properly. We’ll need to keep an eye on the car accident, but… there’s nothing more we need from you at this point." At that they left, leaving you with sukuna who is in pieces.
You lay on the marble floor, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. Just when you thought he’d calmed down, his body would shake again, and he’d sob. You felt a pang of guilt deep in your chest, knowing you were the cause of this.
"…over a gym bag," he muttered, his voice muffled against your neck. He repeated the words, as if trying to make sense of it all. "Why did you go? Why did you leave me?"
You tried to joke, desperate to ease the tension, to lighten the mood. "I was going to make you a ribeye steak with mashed potatoes and a cold beer. And beg on my knees to be forgiven by my lord husband."
There was a long silence. You felt him tense against you for a moment before he responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry you married someone like me, Y/N..."
The sincerity in his words hit you like a wave. You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart aching for him. Sukuna was not one to show weakness, yet here he was, completely undone. You knew he didn’t mean that—he was just lost in his guilt.
"Don’t say that," you whispered, cupping his face gently. Your thumb brushed over his skin, wiping away any trace of tears that still lingered. "I’m not sorry I married you. I’m sorry we let something so small get in the way of us."
He shook his head, his eyes clouded with doubt. "I messed up. I got mad over something so stupid."
You let out a soft sigh, your voice full of warmth. "It doesn’t matter. We both messed up."
"I felt like they took out my soul and burned it," he muttered, his voice strained with the weight of his emotions. "I... I don’t know how to bind you to me more than marriage. But it feels like none of it matters. How can I keep you forever? Should I build you a house in my heart? Make you tiny and keep you there, never letting you out of my sight again? Never."
His voice cracked with raw desperation, the vulnerability in his words almost unbearable. You could hear the depths of his fear—fear of losing you, of not being enough.
"I'm just so scared," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "that I’m not enough. That I'll lose you."
You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "You’re more than enough," you whispered. "You’re everything to me, Sukuna. Nothing’s going to change that."
His eyes, bloodshot and raw from the tears he’d shed, searched yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. He cupped your face gently, his touch almost reverent, as though he was afraid to touch you too much in case you vanished.
"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice cracking again, the uncertainty still hanging in the air.
"More than anything," you said, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingers. "You are my world, Sukuna. Always have been."
For a moment, there was only silence between you two, the weight of everything hanging in the space around you. Then, slowly, as if testing the waters, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss—slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid it might shatter everything.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his breathing still shaky. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered.
"Don't say that," you murmured, your hands still tracing the lines of his chest, grounding him, reassuring him. He let out a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening. "Promise me you won’t leave. Promise me you won’t ever leave me."
"I promise," you said, the words filled with all the conviction in the world. "I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."
And with that promise, he finally allowed himself to relax, his body leaning into yours as he exhaled a breath of relief.
I can fix him!
Secretly down bad!Naoya who walks around acting like he's a part of the whole "I hate my gf" trend when in reality, you drive him crazy in ways he couldn't possibly begin to explain or understand.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets hard whenever you yell at him. Something about that aggravation in your tone, the way you glare at him, and the overall frustration that takes over your body makes his cock twitch without second thought.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who can't handle arguments with you for that exact reason. Most of his past "lovers", if you can even call them that, would've left him after the first argument. But you? Oh, your tongues ten times sharper than his could ever be. He's tried insulting you in every way possible but somehow you always make him eat his words.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who's unintentionally become a gentleman around you. Following things like the "side-walk rule", referring to you as "ma'am", and doing things like holding the door open for you. All very simple things but all actions he's never done for anyone else. Ever.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who learned so much about himself ever since he got with you. You've suggested some wild things in the bedroom and although his initial response is usually no, he somehow ends up doing exactly as you've requested.
Secretly down bad!Naoya one time scowled at the mere idea of bondage, especially when you said he'd be the one restricted. And yet, there he was on that fated night with his hands tied behind his back as he watched you play with yourself right in front of him. He was so frustrated that night that he ended up cumming without you even touching him.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who still has a smart mouth, as expected, but he now only gets smart with you to provoke a reaction out of you. Sometimes you'll land a playful smack on his arm and all he can do is smile and ask you to do that again.
Which is roughly what opened his eyes to the fact that he quite enjoys a bit of pain from you. Choking him while you ride him to the point of throated grunts 'n groans catching at his throat? Telling him about himself in more ways than one and how he's such a shitty person?? Well, shit, he can't quite get enough.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who felt a shiver run down his spine when you once blocked him for something rather trivial. What really topped it all off was when you told him that the only thing that'd make you unblock him was if he sent an apology video, with tears.
And not just any kinda apology video either, no, of course not. The woman he's found himself with is far more demanding than that. Instead, you told him to send you a pathetic video of him getting off to you, still with tears, and a genuine apology.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who rolled his eyes at that rediculous request of yours. Never in a million years would he send some woman (the love of his life, btw--I know, surprising) a video of him not only jerking off, but also apologizing over something stupid he did? No way. Over his dead body-
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gives in after a total of three hours and sends you a lengthy video of his shaky hands wrapped around his cock as he pants out your name, whispering how sorry he is in a tone so unbelievably embarrassed that you can hardly believe it's him at first.
And if that wasn't enough, it's even more surprising to you how Secretly down bad!Naoya also has a pair of your panties pressed up to his nose and is ranting about how agonizing it's been not being able to text or call you for the past few hours.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who, at the end of the video, utters a bratty complaint about how much you get on his nerves. Which is so hilarious considering the mess he's made of himself, on video, all for you. And on top of this complaint of his? Seconds after, he's whining a plea for you to unblock him so he can get your attention again, even if said attention consists of you cursing him out again.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets unblocked about thirty minutes after he sent those videos of his and starts smiling to himself like an idiot. Somehow in that insane mind of his, he's managed to convince himself that he won whatever conflict was just between the two of you.
Even though he had to send you multiple videos of him jerking off and making an overall fool of himself...
Secretly down bad!Naoya who's not even 'secretly down bad', you're actually well aware of how pathetic your boyfriend is for you. He can't explain it too well but, you've always had him wrapped around your pretty lil' finger like no other.
The ONE dream post. I found it.
hi i saw your latest works and they are so good. you wrote that you write nsfw but you dont do it well so can i ask for something light if you dont mind? bllk characters who are more stoic/dominant and all that in normal life but with a very dominant s/o in bed? just headcanons if you want 🦅
Hey anon!!! Thank you so much! And sure, I tried to do it the best I could, I hope you like it, I made it like a mixture of headcanons and fanfics. You didn't name any characters so I decided to put the ones I know the most and like writing about, I hope you don't mind that! Oh yeah, also... Sorry for the delay, I had busy days.
Light nsfw! In these scenarios Rin is already an adult.
They are not dominant in everything
Rin, Barou, Kaiser, Shidou and Aiku | masterlist
۶ৎ Rin Itoshi
Rin has always been in control of his life, his training, his emotions, his career. But when you confidently take the lead in the bedroom, it shakes his world in a way he never anticipated.
The first time you pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with a mischievous smirk, he froze. His sharp eyes widened slightly before narrowing, his voice a mix of defiance and curiosity. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He tries to maintain his stoicism, but the way your hands explore his body, coupled with your commanding tone, has his breath hitching.
Rin isn’t particularly vocal, but the way his body reacts, tense muscles relaxing under your touch, the soft gasps he can’t suppress, says everything.
You teasingly call him out for being so obedient, and his face flushes red as he mutters, “I’m not… I just…” before trailing off, completely at your mercy.
Post-intimacy, he’ll try to act indifferent, turning his face away while his ears burn red. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that next time.” But deep down, he craves more.
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۶ৎ Barou Shoei
Barou doesn’t relinquish control easily, and the idea of someone dominating him initially makes him scoff. “Like hell you’re calling the shots.” But when you assert yourself, pinning him down, he’s speechless for the first time.
He fights it at first, growling lowly as if to test you, but the firm, confident way you handle him stirs something unexpected within him.
Barou is a mix of frustration and desire, his breaths coming out in heavy pants as he realizes how much he enjoys being at your mercy.
You teasingly tell him he’s more obedient than he lets on, and his prideful glare softens into something almost vulnerable. “Don’t push your luck… but keep going.”
He secretly loves the way you take control, your strength and confidence drawing out a side of him he’s never shown anyone else.
Afterward, he grumbles about being “too lenient,” but his actions betray him as he pulls you close and mutters, “Next time, I’m in charge… maybe.”
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۶ৎ Michael Kaiser
Kaiser’s cocky attitude doesn’t falter easily, and when you first suggest taking the lead, he smirks and leans back, arms crossed. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, liebling.”
His confidence wavers the moment you take control, your bold movements and teasing words leaving him breathless. He tries to regain his composure but fails miserably.
Kaiser loves the way you dominate him, your assertiveness making his usual bravado crumble. His gasps and groans become more desperate the longer you keep him on edge.
He’ll try to tease you back, but his words falter as you keep him under your control. The way you smirk at his vulnerability both frustrates and excites him.
Post-intimacy, he chuckles softly, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “You really know how to leave a man speechless. I might let you take charge more often… if you ask nicely.”
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۶ৎ Shidou Ryusei
Shidou is chaos incarnate, and he thrives on unpredictability. When you take the lead, his initial reaction is pure excitement. “Oh, so you’ve got a wild side, huh? Bring it on.”
He’s the most vocal of them all, moaning, growling, and tossing out filthy comments that only spur you on further. “That’s it, babe. Show me what you’ve got.”
Despite his playful resistance, he loves being at your mercy, the way you tease and control him making his mind spin.
Shidou is all about pushing limits, so he encourages you to be as dominant as you want, his cocky grin never fading even as he’s begging for more.
Afterward, he’s sprawled out with a satisfied smirk, panting as he pulls you into his arms. “Damn, you’re good. Next time, let’s see who can outdo who.”
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۶ৎ Oliver Aiku
Aiku is smooth and confident, used to being the one in control. But when you turn the tables on him, his usual charm slips, replaced by something more raw and vulnerable.
He watches you with wide eyes as you push him down, his breath catching in his throat. “Oh? Didn’t expect this from you… but I like it.”
He’s surprisingly submissive under your dominance, his deep groans and soft murmurs betraying how much he enjoys being led.
Aiku can’t stop complimenting you throughout, his voice husky as he whispers, “You’re incredible, you know that? Keep going.”
He’s left in awe of your confidence and control, his usual suave demeanor replaced with genuine admiration.
Afterward, he’s all smiles, pulling you close and tracing lazy circles on your back. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Guess I’ve got a lot to look forward to.”
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Favourite fic ever!
Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.
Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?
Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.
Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.
“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”
Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-
“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.
You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.
Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”
“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.
Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“
“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.
You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.
Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.
“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.
You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”
“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.
You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.
Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.
All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.
You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.
Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”
You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”
“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”
And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.
One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.
He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead?
Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.
He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.
Now that was a sight to see.
“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.
When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.
Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.
Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering.
You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?”
The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock.
Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.
“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”
He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??
Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.
You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”
All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.
His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.
It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”
You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs.
Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.
Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.
Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—
“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him.
Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.
Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.
You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.
A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”
“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”
You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”
Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”
Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.
His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”
Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”
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Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.
LMAOO
when you first start dating, satoru finds out you listen to those nsfw boyfriend asmrs when his earbuds accidentally connect to your phone.
the reason why you listened to them in the first place was not because you weren’t serious about him, it’s just that you were in the beginning stages of your relationship and the whole time you were single before getting with him, they were your crutch on lonely nights.
instead of blowing up at you though, satoru whines and drops to his knees in front of you in the middle of the store, brows scrunched up and a pout playing on his pink lips, soap opera worthy tears glistening in his eyes.
he loudly announces his questions to the entire spectacle of people watching, things such as why didn’t you come to him to make you videos like that, going on brazenly about how he could moan and grunt into your phone just the same — if not better than those guys you’re listening to.
satoru promises genuinely with a comical seriousness that the shlicking sound of him pumping his cock would grace your ears wayyy more smoothly considering his pre dribbles out by the gallon, coating his cock perfectly, and how he’s pretty sure the guys making those audio videos use fake sound effects while he can produce ones of authentic quality just for you.
people look on in horror, clutching their children tightly into their arms, shielding their ability to hear the inappropriate words tumbling out of your boyfriend of two weeks’ mouth. you have to do everything in your power to not chew the doofus out, cheeks heated in utter embarrassment at the scandalized stares and whispers while the man-child at your feet gazes up at you innocently, hugging your legs as if you were bound to take off at any moment’s notice.
satoru releases a string of ow’s! at the rough treatment when you haul his ass out of there by his ear, prepared to give him the tongue lashing of a lifetime …….. once you get over the initial humiliation that he knows exactly what you get off to now . . .
Naoya love yes🤧
Secretly down bad!Naoya who walks around acting like he's a part of the whole "I hate my gf" trend when in reality, you drive him crazy in ways he couldn't possibly begin to explain or understand.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets hard whenever you yell at him. Something about that aggravation in your tone, the way you glare at him, and the overall frustration that takes over your body makes his cock twitch without second thought.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who can't handle arguments with you for that exact reason. Most of his past "lovers", if you can even call them that, would've left him after the first argument. But you? Oh, your tongues ten times sharper than his could ever be. He's tried insulting you in every way possible but somehow you always make him eat his works.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who's unintentionally become a gentleman around you. Following things like the "side-walk rule", referring to you as "ma'am", and doing things like holding the door open for you. All very simple things but all actions he's never done for anyone else. Ever.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who learned so much about himself ever since he got with you. You've suggested some wild things in the bedroom and although his initial response is usually no, he somehow ends up doing exactly as you've requested.
Secretly down bad!Naoya one time scowled at the mere idea of bondage, especially when you said he'd be the one restricted. And yet, there he was on that fated night with his hands tied behind his back as he watched you play with yourself right in front of him. He was so frustrated that night that he ended up cumming without you even touching him.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who still has a smart mouth, as expected, but he now only gets smart with you to provoke a reaction out of you. Sometimes you'll land a playful smack on his arm and all he can do is smile and ask you to do that again.
Which is roughly what opened his eyes to the fact that he quite enjoys a bit of pain from you. Choking him while you ride him to the point of throated grunts 'n groans catching at his throat? Telling him about himself in more ways than one and how he's such a shitty person?? Well, shit, he can't quite get enough.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who felt a shiver run down his spine when you once blocked him for something rather trivial. What really topped it all off was when you told him that the only thing that'd make you unblock him was if he sent an apology video, with tears.
And not just any kinda apology video either, no, of course not. The woman he's found himself with is far more demanding than that. Instead, you told him to send you a pathetic video of him getting off to you, still with tears, and a genuine apology.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who rolled his eyes at that rediculous request of yours. Never in a million years would he send some woman (the love of his life, btw--I know, surprising) a video of him not only jerking off, but also apologizing over something stupid he did? No way. Over his dead body-
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gives in after a total of three hours and sends you a lengthy video of his shaky hands wrapped around his cock as he pants out your name, whispering how sorry he is in a tone so unbelievably embarrassed that you can hardly believe it's him at first.
And if that wasn't enough, it's even more surprising to you how Secretly down bad!Naoya also has a pair of your panties pressed up to his nose and is ranting about how agonizing it's been not being able to text or call you for the past few hours.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who, at the end of the video, utters a bratty complaint about how much you get on his nerves. Which is so hilarious considering the mess he's made of himself, on video, all for you. And on top of this complaint of his? Seconds after, he's whining a plea for you to unblock him so he can get your attention again, even if said attention consists of you cursing him out again.
Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets unblocked about thirty minutes after he sent those videos of his and starts smiling to himself like an idiot. Somehow in that insane mind of his, he's managed to convince himself that he won whatever conflict was just between the two of you.
Even though he had to send you multiple videos of him jerking off and making an overall fool of himself...
Secretly down bad!Naoya who's not even 'secretly down bad', you're actually well aware of how pathetic your boyfriend is for you. He can't explain it too well but, you've always had him wrapped around your pretty lil' finger like no other.
Take a look at my post and tell me what you think it is😂🤭
no one will know which one it is.
Lmao when sukuna finds out😆
jjk men sending you a risky pic by accident (pre-relationship) ᡣ𐭩 ₊˚.
✎ synopsis: did their finger slip or was it actually on purpose?
<suggestive><fluff><crack>
Inclu. gojo, nanami, choso, toji, geto, sukuna, ino
(left contact names the same for my mental wellbeing!!)
Men with muscular thighs oml😌🤧😍
seeing toji’s caked up ass and smacking it.
he was innocently on his phone, lying on his stomach with his feet in the air before he felt a hard slap landing on his butt.
“what. the. fuck.”
you couldn’t not burst out laughing at the almost horrified tone in his voice while loving the sight of toji’s open mouth, cheeks tinting an adorable pink.
he was gobsmacked, speechless while you stood there giggling at his shock.
his gaze simply screamed why but his butt was just there, all round and tempting.
the combination of his thick thighs clenched and slutty shorts riding up his meaty legs quite frankly had you drooling — let alone the slither of skin showing from his jumper sliding up.
why would you not give it a smack ?
Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes! Imagine how much I could get if I actually posted consistently🥴😆 let’s see! Hope you all follow my journey!
What is this. Angst if you SQUINT? WHAT IS YOUR DEFINITION OF SQUINT!? but amazing as alwaysss
Forever Hold Your Peace
Smau: in which they ruin your big day Warnings: angst if you squint (Reign's Version), not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
Me On my way! To c.ai rn
thinking about jacking kazutora off and not paying any attention to it. your adroit fingers pump at his shaft, twisting around him steadily as you move your hand down, thumb catching the pre that leaks from his tip every time you trace over it. you’re working him like it’s your job, grip on him almost synonymous to the vice grip your cunt has every time you fuck yourself onto him, but you won’t even look at him. it feels like torture (if torture has ever been so good), and he’s making a scene of himself; whining close to your ear, muttering out your name, bucking his hips up into your hand, begging so pathetically loud you almost break to call him desperate. kazutora is so needy, so ready to be whatever you ask for, so ready to do anything just for you to touch him, and the lack of praise, or degradation, or regard you’re giving him is overwhelming. you keep your eyes pointed forward on the movie you have on the entirety of your actions, and once a loud, pitched ‘please’ leaves him, you use your other hand to turn the volume on the program up.
he doesn’t move for your face, doesn’t touch you to get you to pay attention to him up until the very end. his cock twitches under your touch, throat closes around a garbled sob, and he can’t help himself anymore. he grabs at you, forces you to him and mentally pleads that you don’t stop the high you’re about to give him when he kisses you, swift apologies stumbling into and against your parted lips as ropes of cum coat your fingers.
kazutora catches his breath as he holds you, chest rising and falling heavily as he leaves his head against yours until you force him away, lifting your fingers to make him— let him— taste himself before you point your attention back to your tv screen, the lack of attention already throbbing at his cock again.
IDEAS
When you do a double take at a hot guy you guys walk past on the street! Ideally fem!reader, Crack/fluff/smut
PLEASE THIS SO YUMM
which of the men whimper?
oh I have thoughts (18+)
satoru gojo
satoru gojo 1000% whimpers. sub!satoru supremacy. with how powerful he is, he loves being at his partner’s mercy. he loves being edged, tied up, degraded. and he definitely whimpers while all of this happens. he’d even whimper your name as you made him cum, his quiet noises just for your ears.
choso kamo
no one can look at how soft choso is for his brothers and say he doesn’t whimper for his partner. he would whimper your name if he thought you were upset with him, burying his face in the nape of your neck. he’d whimper when you’d overstimulate him, unable to form words, only whimpers and gasps as he came again. choso is the number 1 whimperer in my mind.
yuta okkotsu
maybe post jjk zero yuta is different but I think either way, yuta whimpers. look at this sweet boy. he’s definitely whimpering your name, begging you to touch him, or just whimpering when finally do, already so needy for your touch that the sounds escape his throat before he can even stifle them. he’s whimpering your name when you part from a languid kiss, breaths coming out in pants as he does, as he looks up at you kiss ruined and pliant.
First little Drabble post! My own (official) writing!
Sub!Satoru
Sub!Satoru would be the biggest “switch” . As in when you’re all unhinged under the sun, heads thrown back and drinking your iced teas or in a dingy late night bar, smelling of sex and cigarettes with your whole friends group, nanami only there as the responsible parent, Satoru would light up at the mention of any sexual topic occurring in the convo.
“That’s such a weird kink-“
“Almost as weird a yn’s DEGRADATION KINK! Gotta indulge in the baby girls wants tho, right?”
He would pull down his blindfold, dopey smirk on his face as the others grimaced in disgust. But through the ews and ughs, your eyes caught on the bob of his Adam’s apple as soon as you made eye contact, a threatening smirk on your face in the background, a promise to remind him who’s the one with the *real* degredation kink. Soon after, he’s perched between your legs, back facing you and leaning back on your chest as you coo condescending remarks in his ear,
“Degredation kink, ‘toru?”
All you get in response are the whimpers which fall in an endless stream from his lips,
“N-no-AHhngh-“
Waiting for him to finish his sentence as you know he damn well can’t with the way your hand speeds up every time he tries to, hips unconsciously trying to thrust up uselessly, pinned to the bed by your other hand.
He did the exact same thing again two weeks later. If you didn’t know better you’d say he liked it.😍😘🤧
I love her work bro👹
TALL GIRL!! x bllk boys hcs
notes: I’m short af and am jelly of you tall girls yall are FINE [Reqested!]
characters: Chigiri, Reo, Bachira, Hiori
warnings: reader is fem, reader is implied as taller then the boys, cursing
CHIGIRI HYOMA
I’m not sure why, but chigiri liking tall girls just seems right?!
It makes him flustered when you have to look down to talk to him lmao
Probably because he feels like all of your attention is on him (which it is hehe)
Never makes comments about your height though, unless you ever feel insecure or need some hyping up, then he’ll roll his eyes and say how your height is ‘hella hot’
Also— he HATES having to ask you to get the things HE can’t reach. It hurts his lmasculinity okay?
also also— THE VIBES yall give off is INSANE. Like I’m sorry?? Who is the model couple I’m looking at rn?! Chigiri with his lethal face card + YOUR lethal face card + you height is just a modeling campaign just WAITING to happen istg
MIKAGE REO
Oho ho 🤭
he LOVES himself a tall girl
Something about how you look at him makes him feel towered over makes him all blushy n flustered
His pupils dilate and his face flushed hehe
It’s actually quite the scene
Oh, OH, and honey.. if you wear heels ever…. OHOHOHO
hes dead
gone
ascended
THE OVERWHELMING BADASS SEXY FEMININE ENERGY IS TOO STRONG?!?!! REO DOWN!! I REPEAT REO IS DOWN!!
bro is like stuttering and shit
Jaw Is to the floor too
He finally pulls himself together and starts showering you with compliments— like if he doesn’t say all of this now his mouth will get sewn shut lmao
Always has his hand on your waist, showing off his pretty, tall lady 😌
BACHIRA MEGURU
asks for piggyback rides often 💀 I’m sorry when you agreed to date him you signed up for this
Also *slight* correction— He just jumps on ya on ya and guesses you will catch him (sometimes it works, the majority it doesn’t)
Loves your height diff even more because it means he can be little spoon!!! (Regardless of your height, he’d still be little spoon lmao)
likes clinging to you like a koala lol
also he’ll be like ‘y/nnnnnnnn, I can’t reach thisssss help meeeeee’ (he can reach)
and you’ll go stretch out for it this lil shit (affectionate) jams his fingers into your armpits and starts a tickle fight
yes. That is the only reason why Bachira asks for help reaching things
You've gotten used to his evil plan of his, and guard your armpits fiercely while he just sticks his tongue out like ‘😋?’
steals your clothes lmao
HIORI YO
Height doesn’t rlly matter to him but he thinks it VV attractive 😌
Like ‘yess…. tower over me m’lady..’
He is tall af so it’s nice for him not having to crane his neck down lmao 😭
He likes bumping his head/nose into yours :3 it’s rlly cute
Also girl hide them legs bc they are NAWT safe around this guy
(High)lowkey has an fixation with your legs 💀
Just likes rubbing up and down your calves and inch his way slowly up to your thigh
cheeky boy tut tut
asks ‘how’s the weather up there?’
jus smack him on his arm it’s okay we listen we don’t judge
If you’re not okay with height jokes than he won’t say anything, he’ll never do anything to cross your boundaries
but basically he thinks your tallness is super sexyness
RAAAA HOPE THIS IS WHAT YA MEANT ^^
made December 15th 2024
Peak😭😂
Pookie do like what icks bllk boys get (not specifically about reader) 🫶🫶🫶
Idek if I make sense
“ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET
Notes: YES OFC 🤩🤩 hope this was what you had in mind :D (also so sorry for taking long- I had trouble thinking about this lol)
characters: Bachira, Reo, Sendou, Oliver, Rin, Otoya
again, again, don’t take this seriously 💀
BLLK BOYS “ICKS”
BACHIRA MEGURU
is so hurt when his close friends / y/n doesn’t return his affection-
If someone does the “who?” “Who asked?” Thing. Yeah he doesn’t like that
Pretty much people who make others feel small or unimportant
It’s kinda hard to make Bachira hate ppl tho
When the weather app lies
When he’s a few cents short and the cashier won’t let it slide (that pisses me off to no end oml)
MIKAGE REO
snobby ppl
Ppl who don’t care about what he’s saying
When ppl wear mismatched socks
When ppl loud in quiet settings
Side-eyers
SENDOU SHUTO
when ppl invade his personal space (if he’s not super duper close with them)
Mean people 😭
When people cut him in line
When ppl judge him
0.5 photos
AIKU OLIVER
when ppl chew with their mouth open
Dry Texters
ppl who walk in front of him
women who know their worth
ITOSHI RIN
I had an awful time thinking about his omg
when ppl don’t look at him when he goes “ahem” very loudly LMAOO
When he gets left on read (only he can do that!! 🙄)
When people talk about how “hard” there day was
pick me girls/boys (they all drive him mad)
OTOYA EITA
When girls don’t wanna talk about soccer or video games
gay girls (OKAY B4 YOU COME AT ME HEAR MY REASONING. he hates gay girls bc they are taking away girls from him LOLL)
(Also he is convinced that he could “change” lesbians …🧍♀️)
When people tell him Naruto is ass
When he gets called out for his fucked up toenails
THANKS FOR READING :D
made may 25th 2024
YEOWW
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