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otakubimbo · 4 days

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Now I'm All Messed Up

Shoko Ieiri x F! Reader.

You and Shoko "break up"?

Hurt No Comfort, Not Proof Read, Wrote This In 30 Minutes.

OB talk: Inspired by the song Now I'm All Messed Up x Tegan and Sara. I couldn't get the idea out of my head after listening to Heartthrob for the 75th time. In my mind, it was written for a female reader but nothing is gendered.

The butt of her cigarette gets smashed under her shoe as Shoko enters into her empty apartment. It was devoid of life, devoid of joy, devoid of you.

Now I’m all messed up. Sick and tired of wondering where. Where you're leaving your makeup

Flashbacks of your terrible singing coming to her mind while she drops her stuff at the door, not even bothering to hang up anything properly. You should be dancing around in her kitchen right now, trying to stay awake as you make her a late-night dinner that she continually told you, you didn’t have to. But you always insisted. Before you, she barely ate dinner, she barely ate anything surviving off of cigarettes and coffee, but you made sure she ate, you made sure she took care of herself. You took care of her.

Now I’m all messed up. Sick and tired of wondering who Who’s life you're making worthwhile?

But now you were gone. Your light had left the cold apartment not long ago and she missed it. She missed you. You were her everything, and yet she was the reason you left. You were her everything, but in those last moments, in those last months, she treated you as if you were nothing to her but a burden. The genuine care you had for her was seen as nothing more than a nuisance as she was putting in overtime, barely sleeping, barely eating, and barely doing anything else besides work. The last words between the two of you still feel fresh in her mind.

Go (Please stay) Go, if you want, I can’t stop you.

You had brought her dinner to the hospital, another 24-hour shift. She met you in the parking lot while she was taking a smoke break. As you handed her the dinner you packed you fiddle with your sleeves nervously as if you had something to say. The sight of it annoyed her for some reason, making her roll her eyes.

“What” her voice coming out in a huff.

“I know you’ve been so busy lately, and I understand that I do but I was wondering if you could take some time off to come to my art showing. This one’s kind of a big deal and you haven’t really had the time to go to the last few, which I completely understand I know how busy you are but if there was any way you could see if you could maybe take some time off and come. I understand if you can’t I do I was just hoping that maybe you could. If not it’s fine.”

You ramble on trying to downplay how important this galleria was to you. She had missed the last few ones, well more than a few the last several ones, and those were the ones where you had made some big connections that procured you a spot at this huge important galleria opening. Several of your paintings were going to be displayed and some of them were even going up for auction. This was actually a really big deal for you, an important step in your journey as an artist, and all you wanted was your girlfriend there.

Shoko stomped out her cigarette in annoyance, “If it’s not that important then why even ask me to come? You know they’ve been having me work triples here and what kind of time would I have to go to something like that.”

She was stressed and annoyed. Shoko knew that she shouldn’t be taking it out on you, shouldn’t have been constantly taking it out on you but she just couldn’t help it. No matter what she said or did, you always were so understanding, so forgiving, so ready to hold her after a long day stroking her hair as you told her how proud you were of her—kissing her head softly, comforting her until she fell asleep in the middle of the morning before you got up to take care of the house and the rest of your day. You loved her, you loved her with all that you had.

“Yeah no, you’re absolutely right. Sorry for even asking. I completely understand” Your eyes burned with the threat of tears; your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure. Every word that was said to you, broke your heart bit by bit.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a bother to you, maybe I should stay back at my own place for a while.” You suggest, hoping that she would come around, hoping that she wouldn’t agree.

“Yeah, probably if you want.”

You give her a sad nod, before trying around the tears already streaming down your face.

Just go if you want to. Go if you want, I can’t stop you. Go if you want, I can’t stop you.

That was the last time she had seen you in weeks. Now here she lay face down in her bed, somehow the sheets still smelled of you, everything in her room smelled like you. There were still bits of you in there, some things that you missed. The little frogs you sculpted for her still sat on the bedside table. There were a few unfinished canvases in her closet. There was still so much of you, except without you. All she was left with was the scent of cigarettes and you.

Now I’m all messed up. Sick and tired of wondering where. Where you’re leaving your makeup.

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otakubimbo · 9 days

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You Don't Know Me

Gojo x F! Reader

You're just some hot bimbo who needs help with their advanced college classes right?

Context: Cussing. Misunderstanding. Typical Gojo Behavior. College AU. No curse.

Today was the beginning of your sophomore year of college. You would probably be more excited about this if you weren’t lost, again. Your newfound friend, Shoko Ieiri, just showed you how to get to all your classes this semester. The two of you became fast friends over the summer since you were both pre-med and had taken the same summer classes. You found her hilarious and cool, and she enjoyed your positive and calm personality. Just last week, she showed you around all the buildings you were supposed to be at for your classes because if there is one thing people can say about you is that you are directionally challenged. No matter what it seemed that you were always getting lost, that’s even how you initially met Shoko because you were lost and luckily, she was going to the same classroom as you.

Reluctantly, you reach into your pocket pulling out your phone and hitting her contact.

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” She didn’t even bother with the pleasantries and got straight to business.

“No!” You started and you could hear her try not to laugh at you on the other end of the line, “It’s just that I wanted to make sure that I knew exactly where the building was at, ya know, a second opinion some may say.”

“Hmmn, a second opinion? Alright,” She takes a drag of her cigarette. Who the hell starts smoking before 8 am? “Where are you right now?”

You look around at any landmark you could use to give her your location, “By the dining hall.”

She sighed, and you knew you weren’t even close to the right building “You need to be near the library, which is on the other side of campus.”

You groan, realizing that you’re going to be late on your first day. You hated being late, even if professors gave students a pass on the first couple of days to navigate around campus, you prided yourself on your punctuality despite your inability to figure out how to get where you are going.

“Alright. Got it. Thanks, Shoko.” You say as you begin your long walk to the other side of campus.

“Yeah yeah. We still on for lunch?”

“Yeah of course. You know I got that 11 am physics but after I’m free.”

“Cool, so around 12? Yeah? You gonna need help finding it?” She teases and you roll your eyes even if she can’t see you.

“Bye Shoko.”

“Bye,” She laughs before hanging up.

Eventually, you make your way across campus only a few minutes late, not even missing the 5-minute grace period. Even with the directions that you were given, when you enter the lecture hall you do look around a bit confused just to make sure you were in the right location.

“You look lost, pretty. I don’t think you’re in the right place.” Your eyes shift to the voice coming up behind you. Your brow furrowed because you thought you would be able to follow these basic directions Shoko gave you. You look back at your phone and your schedule just to make sure. The white-haired man in front of you scans over your body from head to toe while you look. You had a figure that a lot of women would pay for, and you weren’t shy about flaunting it. Currently, you were in a pair of low-rise jeans, thong showing of course, with a V-neck crop top that displayed multiple chest tattoos on which a letterman jacket sat on your shoulders. Your hair was in a slicked-back bun that had your coils neatly tucked away in the back, a fresh dye job of a dark purple. Every inch of visible body parts was shimmering brown from what must be some sort of body butter you used which made you smell like heaven, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla.

He thought you were stunning and just knew a pretty girl like you couldn’t be in the same organic chemistry class he was taking. Especially with the way you looked, a girl who looks like you, like a bimbo, on top of the fact you looked absolutely lost.

You finally looked up from your phone, catching his eyes wandering your body but brushing it off because of course he was,

“No this is definitely it, I’m sure of it.” Your words did not come out as confident as you wanted them to, “This is advanced organic chem with Professor Sho right?” You bite your lip hoping that you were right so you wouldn’t have to go looking for the correct hall. His eyes widened at you in surprise when you said what class you were looking for.

“Yeah, this is it.” He says in a confused tone which makes you a bit confused, but you brush it off.

“Whew great.” You say and turn to go take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. You were so happy you made it to the correct place. The middle was the best place for you, since you had accommodation that allowed you to record the lectures and it was best if you sat in the middle. If you sat in the back sometimes the audio would cut out on some parts and sitting too close sometimes gave feedback, so you found sitting in the middle to be the perfect spot for you.

As the professor begins his lecture, you are in your little world that you didn’t notice that boy you spoke to earlier watching you over your shoulder. Something about you intrigued him, you weren’t even paying attention, just doodling in your notebook not taking down a single note. Yeah, he wasn’t either but that’s because everything came so naturally to him that he would be fine regardless. On top of the fact that you didn’t even attempt to fawn over him when he spoke to you, all you cared about was whether you were in the right class or not.

After the lecture was over, you grabbed your things and stopped by the boy you met earlier to thank him again.

“Oh hey” you call to him getting his attention, he looks up at you while he’s packing his stuff. “Thanks again for letting me know I was in the right place, I’m terrible with directions. Kaneko, by the way.” You extend your hand out to him.

He smirks up at you, finally, you were going to give him the attention he just knew he deserved from you. “No problem, Gojo.” He reaches out and shakes your hand. You grin back at him. “Well, see you are. Bye” you say letting his hand go and waving to leave. Now he was left, stunned by your absence because surely you had come over to flirt with him. But no, you just wanted to thank him and then left. He was left watching your hips twitch in those too-tight jeans, gazing at the rhinestone of your thong leaving the doors of the lecture hall. Did you think you were out of his league or something? He had looks and brains, no way was he out of your league. This annoyed him to no end, and you had no clue what you even started with him.

Luckily, for you, you were able to find your next class with no problem and by that you mean you asked someone beforehand while you were getting your morning coffee, and they gave you impeccable directions. So, you were in high spirits by the time you met Shoko for lunch at the dining hall.

“Aye Meya” Shoko calls to you for you to come have a seat with her already at a table. You happily bounce your way over to her table.

“How do you always manage to look so great even when you have 8 ams?” she asks in an annoyed joking tone.

“Every morning when I wake up, I think to myself ‘What if I died right now? What kind of outfit would I want to be stuck in for the rest of my life’ that’s how I get the energy to put myself together in the morning. The last thing I want is to be an ugly ghost.”

This made Shoko almost shoot her drink out of her nose as she laughed at you.

The two of you enjoy the rest of your lunch together and then separate to continue your respective schedules. This is the routine that you two keep for about a month or so now and midterms are coming up soon. During this time, little did you know that Gojo's interest was getting more piqued on you. The two of you only said the occasional ‘hi’ when you saw each other in class but that was it. He wanted so badly to have a conversation with you, but you never seemed the least bit interested but today would hopefully be different. As you leave the lecture hall for your morning coffee Gojo stops you.

“Oh hey, what’s up Gojo?” You ask, taking your AirPod out of your ear, and smiling at him.

“I just wanted to ask if you needed a tutor or anything for the midterm coming up?” he asks nonchalantly with his hands in his pocket. Your brow furrows as you look at him confused.

“No, I think I’m good.” You giggle. Why would you need a tutor? The lowest grade you had gotten in this class so far was an A- but he didn’t know that.

“You sure? I really don’t mind.” He attempts to insist, hoping that you’ll let him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Thanks, though I guess.” You say beginning to walk away putting your AirPod back in.

“Wait” He stops you again, “Are you being tutored by someone else?”

Now you were starting to get a bit irritated but not trying to let it show because maybe he was just trying to be nice and there’s no reason to be mad about that.

“No. I’m not but again thanks for the offer. I gotta go.” You say as politely as you can, giving him a small smile as you leave making an exaggerated movement in putting your AirPod back in, in hopes he doesn’t ask again. He sighs frustrated as he watches you leave.

“There’s no way she can’t be interested in me” Gojo complains to his best friend, Geto Suguru, in their shared apartment, flopping onto his bed.

“Are you talking about the girl in organic chem class?” Geto asks kind of uninterested, focusing on his own studies since again midterms were coming up.

“Of course, no one else is worth my time. Kaneko Meya”

Geto puts his pen down after hearing him say your name, “That name sounds familiar actually.”

“Like you know her familiar?” Gojo asks shooting up from his position on the bed.

“More like, know of. Hold on horn dog, let me see something” Geto remarks as he pulls out his phone pulling up instagram to scroll trying to find what he was looking for. “Bingo.”

Gojo suddenly appears over his friend’s shoulder. It was a picture of Shoko at some type of restaurant with the caption “On a date kind of nervous <3” and Shoko was tagged in it. The original poster is none other than you, Mama_Meya.

“She’s dating fucking Shoko?!?!” Gojo yells in despair. Geto laughs at him as he keeps scrolling. “No, she isn’t look.” He shows Gojo the comments.

ChainSmokerShoko: Meya stop saying this! This is why I can’t get a girlfriend!

Mama_Meya: No, it’s fun and this isn’t why you can’t get a girlfriend. Love you bestie! <3

ChainSmokerShoko: REPORTED

Gojo sighs in relief when he realizes that you aren’t dating Shoko but now he had to find a way to convince Shoko on how to get to know you better. He grabs his own phone to pull up your IG and scroll through it. There were a lot of photos like the one Geto showed him that had pictures of Shoko across from you at a table with similar captions, “just having dinner with the loml’ ‘me and bae out of the town’ and each one with Shoko complaining and you laughing her off. Other pictures were of just you, cute selfies, photos of you during summer, pictures of your notes and aesthetically pleasing set ups. You took part in thirst trap Thursdays a lot it seemed. Fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous to him.

“She is definitely out of your league. No wonder she won’t let you tutor her.” Geto teases as he’s also going through your IG.

“I’m probably the hottest guy on campus, we are in the same league” He scoffs turning back to his own phone.

“Did she even ask for tutoring?”

“No but look at her, and plus all she does in class is doodle and look frustrated. AND this is advance organic chem, there’s no way she doesn’t need help.”

“You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover Satoru.”

“Yeah, whatever” Gojo says before he decides to follow you on IG.

The funny thing about it is that Geto had met you before, at a meeting with the National Honors Society. You had a GPA that was higher than his and Gojos but he wasn’t going to tell his friend that, he was going to have to learn the hard way. Especially since you were the only reason that Shoko wasn’t failing out of her pre-med classes, you saved her during the summer break and if anything, you should be tutoring Gojo.

You always took it easy on the week of the midterms to not stress yourself out in every way, you can’t retain information on a stressed brain. But Gojo knew there was no way you were going to pass the midterm so that would be his opportunity to swoop in and assist you with helping get your grade up.

Now midterms were over and as always you got in class early, already doodling on a piece of paper while you waited for class to start. You knew that you would be going over the midterm today, so you don’t have your usual setup out since there weren’t going to be any lecture notes to copy down.

“Hey Kaneko.”

You hear Gojos voice as he takes the seat beside you, which you find a bit strange since he always sits in the back, but you don’t mind.

“Hey Gojo” You softly smile at him as you continue your doodles. You were just doing some chibi art today, confident in your grade from the midterm.

“How did you think you did on the midterm?” He asks you to try and gauge if you were concerned or not.

“Eh I’m sure I did fine.” You shrug casually. Yes, you were confident, but it wouldn’t matter what grade you got, it just matters what you do after. You didn’t stress but you strived to be better always.

“Well, I’m sure I aced it” He says cockily grinning at you. You just nod your head at him unimpressed with his boisterousness. “How about we both look at ours the same time when they get handed back?” He comments trying to get more out of you.

You give him a small giggle that makes his eyes light up, the sound was music to his ears, “Sure, if you want to” The idea to you was silly but why the hell not.

As soon as the midterms were handed back out, both you and Gojo had yours facing down until the professor said to look over it and if you had any questions today was the day to ask, as he would be going over anything people didn’t understand.

“Alright, you ready” Gojo asks, hoping that you would beg him to tutor you once you saw his higher grade.

“Ready” You giggle at him and the two of you flip your papers over at the same time. A wide smile spreads upon your face as you see the A + plastered at the top, all the chemical compounds that you doodled repeatedly coming to being usual, you had them memorized by muscle memory. You look over at Gojos paper and see that he received a B+, which is still a great grade.

“You did good. Good job” you say earnestly smiling at him, but all Gojo heard was condescension.

“You got a better grade than me?” Gojo says more to himself than to you.

“Well I mean — “You start before he cuts you off.

“How did you get a better grade than me?” He continues and your smile drops from your face, he didn’t even let you answer before he starts ranting. “All I ever see you doing is doodling in that fucking notebook of yours. I was even trying to get to tutor you because I just knew you needed help and was going to fail.”

You were immediately taken aback, why would he say that to you? He didn’t even know you.

“What?” You question, your voice breaking a little.

He looks at you, angrily “Are you fucking the professor?”

“Excuse you?” You must have heard him wrong because there’s no way he just asked you that.

“That’s why you’re always dressed like that. You must be fucking him 'cause there’s no way you got an A + on this hard-ass midterm and did better than me.” He spits as he snatches your mid-term, comparing the answers. Your body moves on its own as you stand up, the tears threatening to escape. Your arm goes back and you punch him square in the jaw, usually, you would be against hitting someone but the rage and hurt that just came over you had your body moving on autopilot. At the sound of your fist connecting with his jaw everyone’s head turned in your direction as blood flew out of his mouth.

Your body was shaking with rage, “you do not FUCKING know me. I worked hard for that grade you condescending prick. I’m sorry that your walnut sized brain can’t comprehend someone who looks like me getting better grades than you. Get the fuck over yourself. Do not EVER speak to me again, don’t even LOOK at me again. Fuck you, you blue eyed freak.”

You grabbed everything but your notebook that had fallen when you got up to punch him and ran out of the lecture hall. You knew Shoko didn’t have a class right now, so you make your way to your shared apartment trying your best to hold back your tears until you get there. Unfortunately for you, you get lost on your way there. Fuck. You think you’re on the wrong side of campus when you quickly turn around running into someone.

“Oh Shit. I’m sorry. Excuse me.” You get out trying not to meet whoever you ran into gaze.

“Kaneko?” the person asks, holding your shoulders gently. It was Geto.

“Oh, hi Geto right?.” You meet his eyes, and his face grows concerned as he nods at you. “I was just trying to get to my friend Shokos apartment, can you help me? If not that’s fine, I’m sorry to bother you. I just…. Im just… a bit lost.”

He can tell that you are on the verge of tears, you look completely lost and not just directionally, “Yeah sure, she’s a friend of mine too I know exactly where that is.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong just guides you to Shokos apartment. When you get there, you immediately throw yourself into her arms and try not to cry just yet until you’re sure that Geto leaves.

“Y/N?? What happened? What’s wrong?” She asks rubbing your back, death staring at Geto.

“I didn’t do it. I just walked her here.” He says hands up in surrender.

“Yeah, I ran out of class and got lost trying to find your apartment and ran into Geto. He said you were friends, so he helped me here.” You confess into her shirt before turning to Geto, “Thank you by the way.”

“No problem,” He says awkwardly for a second before checking the many notifications that he received on his phone while walking you here.

Seven missed calls from Stupid Satoru

Text From Stupid Satoru:

I fucked up. Fucked up big time. Call me back! Please!

“I gotta go. I’ll catch you later Shoko and Kaneko.” He says giving you a sad smile before he leaves. Once the door is closed, you immediately break down into Shokos arms.

“Hey, calm down. What happened?” She questioned between your sobs.

“I punched him and then I cussed him out in front of the whole class. Now everyone’s going to think i’m some crazy monster I already have enough trouble as it is because it seems like no one ever wants to talk to me but he just made me so upset. I just did it before I could even think. Then I ran out of class and then I got lost. Luckily I bumped into Geto, I didn’t even know you were friends and he got me here.” You say feeling better after your little crying spell, wiping your tears.

“You punched someone? Who? You’re not exactly telling me what happened.” She asked, her voice full of concern.

“Remember the guy I told you about who kept insisting he tutor me?”

“Yeah, I remember. That shit was weird.”

“Well, we got our midterms back and I got an A+” you say and Shoko cuts you off with congratulations, she saw how hard you were studying for the test, you barely left your apartment for a week. “He got a B+ on his and I don’t know why he was so upset that I got better than him, but he was. He said there was no way that someone who looks like me should have gotten a better score than him, claimed I don’t pay attention in class, and that I must be sleeping with the professor to have gotten such a good grade.”

“He said what?!”

“Yeah and that’s when I punched him” You say with your head down, Shoko squishes your face with both of her hands making you look at her.

“As you should of” She says proudly, she knows you are more of the docile type especially since you actually did know how to fight, you didn’t like using your strength on others unless for self-defense.

“Do I look dumb, Shoko? I dress this way because I like too, and I know I can come off as a bimbo sometimes especially since I’m bad at directions but do I seem dumb? I don’t want people to think I’m dumb, especially not to think I sleep with professors for good grades. I try so hard, you know that, and I just have finally gotten comfortable with myself….” you trail off unable to finish your thoughts, you just felt like complete shit.

“No, you’re just hot and confident and that idiot is an idiot. I know how smart you are. Shit you’ve helped me study with your immaculate notes all summer, you’re one of the smartest people I know. Being hot doesn’t make you dumb, that’s just a stupid stereotype, and the fact that he believes that is idiotic.” She attempts to comfort you.

“But then I cursed him out, said he had the brain the size of a walnut, told him never to talk to me again, and called him a blue-eyed freak.” You confess with a sigh, you really didn’t like how mean you were even if he deserved it.

“And he deserved it… Wait you called him a what?” She blinks at you a few times, hoping and praying you aren’t talking about who she thinks you’re talking about.

“A blue-eyed freak…. I know it was mean, but he started with me first and just….” You trail off, now feeling horrible about what you said.

“No, no, I get it. I would have said worse. It’s just that…. What was his name?” She asks through gritted teeth.

“Gojo Satoru”

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otakubimbo · 9 days

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Checkmate

Yukuza Sukuna x F!Reader

Ch 3. Rules of The Game

Sukuna realizes that you were a tougher cookie to crack, what are his actual motives for not taking you in?

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You sat satisfied with yourself as you sipped on your cold brew, the disgustingly handsome man who invaded your space didn’t show up during your usual meeting in the park with the uncles. That was an even bigger win in your book, hopefully, he wouldn’t return. That was one of the few enjoyments you had left in this life, and you wouldn’t want it taken away by such an arrogant brutish man. This small victory of yours powered you into getting more work down than you had expected to that day. Your entire focus was on the materials in front of you and editing the structure of your dissertation. Since your attention was solely preoccupied with your work, you didn’t even notice the tuffs of pink hair that sat in the back of the café, eyes glancing at you every so often.

Sukuna realized that getting information out of you was going to be harder than expected, which is why he didn’t show up to play chess again. You weren’t going to show him any type of respect if you destroyed him again in a game and he wasn’t the type of man to be humiliated twice. After discussing the encounter with Uraume, they suggested that just kidnap you and torture you. It would be so much easier than this silly surveillance that everyone was doing, and now the king himself. That was usually his style anyway, kidnap and torture for any information that they had. There was a difference though with this situation, the Zenins were growing, and they weren’t making any moves that would constitute disrespect. They were expanding, pushing closer and closer towards his territory but not in it. Any type of interference with someone else’s family for what could seem like no reason would mean an all-out war between the two yakuza clans. And an all-out war wasn’t something that Sukuna wanted. He wanted to do this with the least casualties on his side as possible. On top of that, the brat Zennin hadn’t stepped out of his lane yet so there was no reason to be seeking out information directly. But he knew something was up, he could sense that there were plans in motion and you had to be involved, it was the only thing that made sense to him.

Even though, nothing about you was suspicious. That was the problem, you were such an outlier to the Zennin clan. You seemed strong and opinionated, but you were allowed to come and go from the compound as you pleased, you didn’t have any bodyguards, but it didn’t seem like you had a target on your back either. There had to be other clans who had taken notice of your presence at the compound, and he knew they must also have questions. It wasn’t like the Zennin to put trust or status in a woman, but it seems as if you earned that, that you had both of those things for that clan. It was with the way you carried yourself, you had to be. You had to be the key to Zennin's movements and the key to keeping his place as the head of the underground without going to war.

No one in the clan understood his motives to not go to war with the Zennins, it seemed like the most reasonable response. Even if it wasn’t a sign of outright disrespect for the Zennins to grow, the other clan was acting as if they didn’t know their place and that was disrespect enough. But Sukuna didn’t want to go to war, not because he didn’t think that he would crush them but because of someone. Yuji. His brother, Yuji. The boy didn’t have anyone besides himself and Choso, while Choso was off at college studying whoever knew what, Yuji was now his responsibility, and he was going to keep him safe while he was in his care. He and his parents kept that away from him since he was the youngest. Choso knew of course because if anything happened to Sukuna, he would be next in line and god forbid that would happen. Yuji was innocent and he was going to try to keep his innocence as long as he could if his actions put him in harm's way…… He already had enough blood on his hands, and he refused to let his brother be part of that death toll. Regardless, now here he was stalking you trying to figure out the best new way to approach you. He had no clue what you were doing, it looked like you were talking to someone through your headphones and everything you were writing was in English if only he could read what you were writing and what you were speaking about. Unfortunately for him, you were just talking to yourself and reading your own writing out loud. There were no secret plans or anything devious. Just a girl trying to get her PHD in order to fend off an arranged marriage.

….

You were really proud of the work that you accomplished in the last few days on your dissertation. That pink-haired man was already at the back of your mind since you hadn’t seen him since that day. Well, you hadn’t seen him, but he saw you. Every day at that, he saw you, watching your movements, seeing what people you interacted with. Uraume was annoyed by being left with all the tasks that were designated to the King of Curses, but Sukuna said that he would be the one to handle this and he didn’t trust anyone with this task but could only trust them with keeping things in order during his absence. On top of your surveillance, he had also been dusting off his chess skills. Surprisingly, the act of playing chess again helped with his decision-making when it came down to his actual business. He realized he couldn’t continue to just put all his efforts into what information that you held, but he needed to think deeper than this infiltrated into the Zennins differently, in a way that wasn’t directly attached to him. That’s what led him to have some of his underlings have their children apply for jobs at some of the fronts that the Zennins had. One thing a good Yukunza leader knew was to have valid fronts and that meant having to hire outside help. He hoped that one of the smaller-level bosses would slip out and get information out to an employee or two. Hopefully, the employees he planted.

But as of right now, he was back in the park, waiting for you. He knew you would show because his men said that you were walking in this direction. Something good must have happened to you because you seemed to be in high spirits, there was a pep in your step that wasn’t usually there before. As you approached the park, you had a smile on your face. All the pictures, all of the videos, all of the days watching you personally he had never seen you smile. And your smile? Not to sound cliché but it him it was almost blinding. He could see why these old men called you sunshine because when you smiled it was like looking at the sun itself. How could he not have seen you smile at all before? This was not what he was here for anyways. He needed information from you, that’s all that he needed. He could admit, he was a man after all that you were attractive. The pictures of you never did you any justice when he had finally seen you in person, your brown skin glowed in the sun, your coils were always perfectly messy sitting at the top of your head in a bun, your hips and thighs were full and voluptuous. But he’s seen plenty of women’s bodies, with and without clothing, but he had never seen or cared about a woman’s smile before right then. This was such an odd feeling for the King of Curses, and he almost felt himself feeling something out of character for him until your eyes fell on him and for a single second, he felt like a teenage boy again getting the attention from a pretty girl for the first time. Well, until realization crossed your mind and your smile instantly turned to a scowl, standing the hardened man from his uncharacteristic stupor.

At the sight of your scowl, he smirks that stupidly charming annoying asshole smirk of his which just deepens your scowl.

“Sunshine! Don’t look like that!”

“Smile! The boy brought us beer!”

“He said he wanted to get to know you, be nice. You need to find a good husband to settle down with anyway”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes so far back into your head that they may get stuck like that.

“Uncles, you know I have other things to accomplish before I find a husband.” You attempt to keep things light-hearted as you sit across from the man in question, knowing you wouldn’t be able to escape easily with them intoxicated like this. “Also, uncle, you should not be drinking, you just had surgery not too long ago. You are in no condition” your scowling going in one ear and out the other as one of them pushes his glasses back up on his face taking another sip.

“I am still young, and you are only young once!”

“Which is why she must find a husband before it is too late and she’s no longer so young and so beautiful, like my wife.”

The men around the benches and table laugh heartedly at the crude joke, whereas you just shake your head in disappointment.

“We want to see you play! Beat him again instead of us!”

“Yes yes, play him! Win her heart over by not losing son!” One of the uncles’ slaps Sukuna on his back as they all roar with laughter. Sukuna smirked at you again as he made the first move, goading you into playing with him and you took the bait.

Winning you over is what he does, well kind of. His strategy was miles better than when you played him originally, he played now as if you were an equal to him. He played as if he knew winning wasn’t the only option. You respected like, you liked that, and he was playing well. The dumb mistakes that he initially made last time weren’t even there anymore. He was taking this game as seriously as you always do and you were impressed, there were a few moves of his that actually made you think, made you have to move not on autopilot but with thought and caution. You still beat him of course but you had to put some thought into it, and you hadn’t had to do that in so long, winning was second nature to you at this point and this was almost considered a challenge. Unfortunately, you were impressed. He didn’t even look shocked or devastated by his loss as he did the last time.

“It was a pleasure playing with you again, sunshine” he said with an unexpectedly respectful tone. You gather your things, standing up before you respond, looking over your shoulder like you did the last time you saw him but instead of the arrogant sneer you had on your face this time, it was a soft look that made the man blink for a second.

“You can call me, Y/N”

That’s the last thing you said before you walked off from him again. He’s finally got it, he’s finally got your name, and now he needs more information about you. Any information. But most importantly, the one thing he couldn’t forget was what your importance to the Zennin clan was and what information you had on them for him to take them down.

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otakubimbo · 12 days

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angsty romance prompts:

(feel free to use <33 7, 10, 14, and 23 r my favs omds. tag me when yall writeeee | @urfriendlywriter )

"tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now."

"please- please, please wake up, [name]- w-wake up.. please."

"i will die beside you. i won't ever leave you."

"i trusted you."

"you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"you do not deserve my forgiveness."

"does all of this mean nothing to you?"

"i sacrificed everything for you..."

"i still love you-" "no you don't. you love using me. you hate that I'm standing up for myself now. you loved me when i was submitting to you.."

"i can't love you anymore. i don't want to."

"i despise you."

"you make me feel so alone."

"i look at you, and i feel miserable."

"Please. Just kill me and get it over with. Don't screw me over. and. over again."

"you turned my world around and you crushed it."

"is it fun? is it fun for you to see me hurt?"

"stop following me! If you follow me out that door right now, I'm calling the cops."

"that is not what i meant and you know it !! you know i didnt mean that !"

"you can never earn back my trust."

"I'm not giving up on you, ever."

^ "I'm sorry. but i did. it's time you do too."

"will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?"

^ "i tried! i tried to tell you. you didn't listen to me and, wow. look--you are not listening to me right now as well! "

"we, we were a lie. we were nothing but a fantasy! don't you understand? it's all over now."

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otakubimbo · 12 days

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Hey! Can I request for an angst romance with the very first sentence prompt with Satoru? They break up but Satoru refuses to believe that it actually happened and that it was only a joke. Like, he is in denial about it.

Hi anon! You're my first official request so thank you! I hope I did this prompt justice for you. My heart hurts.

angsty romance prompt. "tell me it was a lie, tell me you're playing with me right now "

Warnings: None really, just angst and no happy ending, which yes is so unlike me but we ball! I didn't proof read cause it made me sad writing it.

“Tell me it was a lie. Tell me you’re playing with me right now!” Satoru’s voice was at a higher level than it should being at this café. The people around pretending not to be easy dropping on the conversation that you and the man across form you were having.

“Lower your voice, people are staring.” The hushed tone of your voice, attempting to not betray the facade you were putting on. This wasn’t easy for you, breaking up with Satoru Gojo, if anything you were breaking your own heart.

“How do you expect me to react when my girlfriend brought me out to lunch to break up with me?!” His tone is harsh, in a way you have never heard before. You flinch at his abrasiveness, making him shrink back into his chair.

Satoru’s anger and disbelief confuse you. It was as if everyone saw the signs of this impending breakup but him. The relationship had been going downhill for some time now, how could he not see that? How could he not see what he was doing? How couldn’t he see what it was doing to you?

After a year and a half of dating, you told him, you told him you loved him and you meant it with every fiber of your soul. It had been six more months since then and he never said it back. You were understanding at first when he didn’t say it back, albeit hurt a little but you knew at least a little of his past and what he has gone through. You could understand that it may be hard for him to tell you he loved you, you knew he loved you because of the way he cared for you and that was enough.

Well, you thought it was enough. After your confession, Satoru didn’t immediately become distant, but it started with small things. He stopped texting you good morning and would only say good night. The small touches, the holding hands, and the comforting hugs became few and far between. Any time you brought it up, he would play it off like nothing was wrong, everything was fine. Then it became as if the two of you were barely even friends, it seemed he was always busy as if he never had time for you anymore. And it hurt, it hurt like hell and even then you kept pushing it off just hoping he would tell you what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes of his but he never did.

That’s what lead to today, the day of your 2 year anniversary. Truthfully, you hadn’t even planned on breaking up with him today but when you sat across from him in the same café that you had your first date at, his eyes never met yours. He didn’t hold your hand across the table, he didn’t kiss your forehead on his arrival, he wasn’t your Satoru.

You could feel the tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, “Do you know what today is? Or why I asked you here”

His jaw tightened, “It’s Tuesday and I don’t know maybe because I’m your boyfriend and we go to this café a lot.”

Is this all a joke to you? Was he just a joke to you? He knows he hasn’t been the best boyfriend lately and that he’s been a bit distant but that wouldn’t make you break up with him. Would it? You were too kind, too patient, too pure for that, right?

“This is the café that we went to on our first date, two years ago.” You aren’t even facing him anymore when you say that, just reminiscing on a time when it felt as if you were just two kids in love. Satoru froze, not even realizing that he had forgotten. He had been trying so hard to keep you at an arm’s length after your confession that he had seemed to just push you away. He didn’t even say anything as you turned to him, tears threatening to spill down your beautiful face at any single moment. What had he done?

“Do you even love me, Satoru?”

The question hung in the air, making his mouth go dry. He did, he loved you more than he should and that was the problem. His love for you scared him, you scared him. You didn’t know the power that you held over him; you made him weak. You were his weakness. But he was the strongest, he couldn’t afford a weakness, but he wasn’t strong enough to let you go either. Now here he was, unable to speak the words that have been written into his heart from the moment he saw you.

With a sad smile, you take his silence as your answer gathering your things and leaving you there. His heart shattered as he watched you leave out of the door, fading from his vision. Satoru’s worst fear came true, the strongest was defeated, the strongest was broken by you and it was all his own fault.

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otakubimbo · 13 days

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HONEY TRAP

Dazai x F!Reader

okay so I had this idea like ages ago, and now i finally finished this. It's kind of dark, well of course.

The mission was supposed to be simple. The two of you were competent ADA detectives but what happens when everything doesn't go as planned.

CONTEXT WARINGS: MDNI!!! Violence. Attempted Sexual Assault (nothing too graphic and it's completed). Knife Play? Dazai Loses It. P in V. Unprotected Sex. Breeding Kink. Blood Kink? Cursing. Severed Limbs. Reader A Lil Off Her Rocker, just like me.

master list

OB sticky: I'm working on updating my master list and also taking requests! I hope yall like this because i feel insane for writing it. But i love crazy violent dazai. I need him ferally arf arf.

You were one of the best in the agency at undercover work, blending into any situation or space needed. Along with your time-manipulating ability, you were great at getting information from people and places discretely. This is what led to you and Osamu Dazai being partnered on a mission together. It was a simple mission, but the stakes were high, there had been a case of missing women, and it was assumed it was an ability user making this happen which was why it was assigned to you and Dazai. With his ability to negate anyone else's it theoretically should be able to keep you safe from whatever person you may find along with your ability and talents. Dazai seemed to be jumping for joy at the chance to do a mission with you because it wasn’t often, most of your missions were solo.

“Dazai” You call out to him from the bathroom as you’re slicking down your edges. The small box braids you had recently got cascading down your back covering the exposed part that your dress allowed to show. The dress was form-fitting but tastefully, it accentuated the curves of your body well, the back exposed right above the line of inappropriate. But that was the point, you were supposed to be a ‘honey trap’ an old-school trick but one appropriate for this situation.

“Yes, my dear” He answers in a sing-song tone as he walks into the bathroom with you. You roll your eyes at his behavior.

“Please behave tonight, I’m trying to get this over as quickly as possible.”

He scoffs at your words, as if he was known to always be on his best behavior which makes you roll your eyes again.

“I’m serious, Dazai, please” You gaze at him through the bathroom mirror, your eyes holding the weight of exhaustion that your makeup couldn’t hide. He knew how many missions you had been on, the long extraneous missions that only someone with your expertise could handle. Now, you were worn out, and exhausted, the fact that you accepted this mission was a surprise to Dazai, but he knew the type of person you were. Selfless. So much unlike him.

“Quick and easy.” He raises his hands in a gesture to show he won’t be on his usual shenanigans, giving you a wink as he exits the bathroom. You let out a breath that you were holding waiting for his response, you didn’t need this to be any harder than it already was on you. With all the excess missions, you had been overusing your ability on top of not getting much sleep. The likelihood of you crashing soon after this was high, so high. Your ability took a lot out of you, since it requires a significant amount of mental stress and focus on top of the physical effect that manipulating time has on your body. This had to be your last mission for a while, you would be fine with just being in the office doing paperwork.

You finished getting ready, taking out the folder on the target discussing the plan one more time with Dazai. Again it was a simple concept for a mission, gain the man's attention, get close enough to him for him to attempt to use his ability to take you, Dazai stops it and the both of you take the guy away to be interrogated further.

That’s how the plan was supposed to go anyway, a simple honey trap.

Simple.

It was going all so well, you had easily gained the man’s attention, sending him alluring looks from across the bar and then proceeding to seemingly disappear from his view to pop back up somewhere else in the bar. You had garnered his attention, it was if time was slowing down every time he spotted you and it was because you were making it so, the target knew he had to have you.

This is how you got him sitting at the bar beside you, sliding over a drink he had bought for you. The tired look in your eyes vanishes as you turn to thank him for the drink while he asks for your name. Of course, you give him a fake one and pretend as if you’re interested in him. You could see Dazai in the corner of your eye, waiting for any signal that the man was using an ability on you. It was all going so well, besides that man being absurdly boring almost putting your already exhausted self to sleep, your giggles and shy lookaways were keeping his attention, making him want you more.

It was all going so well. So well.

Dazai was internally fuming as he watched you flirt with the target. He was aware you were just doing your job, but you were too damn good at it. It was almost as he could hear your giggles from across the crowded bar. It was pissing him off, how you were so shameless with another man. Even if you weren’t his, you were his.

Fuck.

That’s not how he should be thinking, he had no reason to be so possessive over you. But everything in him wanted to carve that man’s eyes out so he would never be able to look at you again. He could feel the lust for you radiating off that man, it was disgusting, it was infuriating. Dazai thought back to his Port Mafia days when he would kill a man for less, he could kill this man right now. But you wouldn’t like that, something like that would have to put a different type of fear into you and he couldn’t have you see him in that way. He was trying to not be that man anymore, he was trying. For Oda, for you, he would try.

That’s how it was supposed to go. It really was how it was supposed to go but Dazai couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the man that he was. He didn’t have a choice as he took his eyes off you for one second to chug back the rest of his drink, he knew Kunikida would not approve of him drinking on a mission, but he needed something. Once his eyes went to fall back on your position at the bar, you were no longer there. Fuck, where the hell had you gone. His eyes quickly scan around the bar to find yourself being led out of the back of the bar. Your eyes looked glazed over, almost ghostly while you were being led away. Dazai starts shoving people out of his way as he makes his way towards where you just exited with the target, he read the reports. Not a single trace of any of the women had been left behind or where they could be. That couldn’t happen to you, that wouldn’t happen to you.

As he exits the back of the bar, he sees you. Barley, but he sees you and the position that you were in was his last straw. The last branch of his fixed humanity snapped in that moment. Because there you were, his precious darling, another good person just like Oda, being held against the wall in a trance-like state where you might not even be conscious with that scum's body pressed against you. One of his hands is gripping your arm, the other touching your face as he bends down to press his lips on your neck. Your lack of reaction to anything told Dazai all he needed to know and mostly likely how this fucks ability worked. Physical touch. His body acted before his brain could as he now holds the severed hand of the man in his own. He could only hear his own laughter as he drops the hand beginning to repeatedly stab the man against the wall, in the same position he previously had you in.

Dazai didn’t even notice that your body had moved from your crumbled position on the floor, he couldn’t hear you call out his name repeatedly.

“Osamu” the sound of your voice saying his first name, barely above a whisper is what finally snaps him out of frenzy. His wild eyes snap to yours as you’re ever so gently tugging on his coat, there was blood splattered on your face from his actions and he froze. He couldn’t even process what had just happened, you had seen him, you truly saw him for the monster that he was and now he did not know what to do. So, he froze.

You, at least, had some of your wits about you, using your last bit of strength to slow time enough to go unnoticed by anyone as you make your way back to the hotel with Dazai. Once, the two of you make it back to the room you let go turning back to the man who’s eyes are still wild and crazed. Your hands go to gently caress his cheek.

“We’re safe” was the last thing you were able to say before you collapsed, your body not being able to handle any more of what was going on.

Dazai’s body moves again on autopilot, laying you down on the couch. He never knew someone could look so beautiful being covered in blood. It was almost funny really, the efforts he was making to be a decent person for Oda, to be a man you deserved, just to lose it all because of you. He would never stop being a man with blood on his hands.

As you rested, Dazai went and cleaned the mess he made making sure that no evidence would lead back to either of you. He would have to forge the report to Kunikida also but that would be a simple task just like he has done before. Once he returned back to the room, you were still knocked out of the hotel room couch. He sighed as he sat down in one of the chairs, still covered in blood, hands in his coat pocket staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what he was going to do about you.

Eventually, you wake up groggily, your mind trying to piece together the events that happened before your body gave out to exhaustion. It all starts coming back to you, as flashes in your mind. The man placing his hand on your arm, your vision faded, and it was as if you were locked into your own body moving without your own thoughts. Then you remember, gaining consciousness on the ground behind the bar, the sight in front of you Dazai, the man you had grown to secretly love was laughing maniacally as he repeatedly stabbed the ability user that had overtaken you. There was a part of you that knew you should be scared but you were, you found it incredibly sexy. The way that he held the severed hand that had touched you as he continued to get splattered with the man's blood did something to your core that shouldn’t be happening. You almost moan at the scene playing out in front of you but you get yourself together, knowing that neither of you can stay here without any repercussion.

Calling out his name repeatedly with no response, you grabbed onto his coat calling his first name out with the little strength you had and that got his attention. The look on his face as he turned to you, made your knees even weaker than they already were, wanting him to have his way with you in that dark alley, next to the man he had just killed for you. But you knew better, using all that you had left to get y'all back to the hotel.

That was all you could really remember before you were taken into the darkness of your own mind. You slowly sat up to scan the room for Dazai, luckily you didn’t have to look far because he was sitting at the desk next to the couch not having changed out of his blood-soaked clothing. Your mouth goes dry at how entrancing he looks, his jaw as tense, his Adam's apple jutting out from his neck as his head is tilted back beckoning for your tongue to graze it. You needed him, you had wanted him for some time now, but you NEEDED him, you needed the man who he had become to save you. You needed him.

Slowly and gently, you get off of the couch and approach him. As you bent down to grab his face, his eyes found yours, a flurry of emotions behind them. It was as he was spiraling before you, spiraling from what you had witnessed he did but when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see the fear that he assumed would be there. It was something that he didn’t expect, especially with how gently you were cradling his face.

“Osamu” you whisper above him, your lustful eyes searching his for a sign, as the look in his eyes starts to match yours, you lean down to press your lips against his. Dazai’s strong arms replace the feeling of where that other man’s hands were on you. His grip on you was tight making you moan into his mouth, pulling you down into his lap overpowering you. He could feel your heat as your body contacts his, making him press you into him further. You pull back for a second to look at his face, his pupils are blown out with lust, feeling against your own warmth how you were affecting him. You really needed him, the blood splatters against his pale skin the sight makes you stick your tongue out to lick some off his face. He quivers from the sensation and the idea of you cleaning his crime off him.

“I need you Osamu.” You breathe into his ear, making him grind his hips into yours as your mouth moves down his neck licking, sucking, and biting, not minding the taste of the man he killed blood in your mouth. He moaned as he felt you sucking on the spot on his neck right before his collarbone, having unwrapped the bandages from his neck without him knowing in his lust-out state. He didn’t even care, he wanted you to see him, all of him. One of your hands moves down in between the two of you, palming his length as your hand stimulates the both of you while the back of your hand rubs against your core. You were driving him crazy; this was not what he expected after showing you a side of him that no one in his new life knew. As you started panting into his mouth from the sensation of feeling him harden in your hand and your griding, he forced his control on you by abruptly grabbing your ass and standing him. He almost haphazardly throws you on the bed as he immediately sheds his jacket off him. You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were still covered in blood, the hands that gripped you towards him, the hands that carried you to this bed, the thought almost made you cum, moaning loudly as he gaze up at him. A smug smirk appears on his face as he watches your eyes glaze over with lust looking at all the spatters of blood on him. You may be just as crazy as him.

How could someone as precious as you, as delicate as you, as soft as you be such a slut over him covered in blood, over him murdering someone?

He needed you as much as you needed him in this moment, and he was going to have his way with you.

“Take the dress off.” His demand sends a shiver down your spine and you do as commanded, slowly shedding the dress off your shoulders and exposing your chest to him. Your moments were slow, too agonizingly slow for him, before you could even get the dress down your hips he grabbed your ankles dragging you down to him. He was getting impatient, taking the knife used to end a life out of his pocket and cutting down your dress in one swift motion. The knife is still so sharp that it leaves a shallow cut in your underwear, feeling the blade graze your slit. You couldn’t hold back anymore and came. This hasn’t ever happened to you before, cumming untouched but it went straight to Dazai’s head and his dick.

“Fuck” He whispers as his hand immediately finds your still-clothed cunt, feeling your cum seeping through the fabric. “You really did cum from that, you are one filthy thing.”

Your breathing was heavy as you grazed up at him, eyes still filled with lust as he ripped your panties off, fingers only grazing through the folds of your lips, not touching your clit or inserting his fingers. You push your hips into his hand, earning a dark chuckle from him as he decides to treat you kindly, inserting his fingers into you.

“Osamu,” you moan as his fingers move around inside of you. You looked so beautiful like this, panting and moaning for him, face still had splotches of blood on it, edges slightly sweated out from the slight foreplay that was going on. His thumb rubs on your slit making your eyes roll in the back of your head from the stimulation, the other two fingers inside you curling when they find the spot that would have you seeing stars. You’re whinning at his antics, moaning his name, begging him over and over again for what, neither of the two of you knew. To let you cum? To keep going? All you kept saying was , “Please Osamu, Please”

Dazai needed to be inside you but you had to cum for him first, he needed to cum for him first. He wanted to be completely focused on your face when you came from him for the first time, leaning down to your ear nibbling at it.

“Cum for me, doll”

And you came, you came harder than you did the first time. The grip you hand on Dazais fingers, he could only imagine how it was going to feel when he was finally able to put his dick in you. He chuckles, darkly as his face finds its way in between your thighs, licking up the mess you made once his fingers are left inside of you. Looking up at you, he could tell you were close to overstimulation, close to your mental and physical limits, and as much as he wanted to properly taste you, that would have to be for another time. He had already removed his pants when you were coming down from your second high, now kissing his way up your thigh to your calf as he placed your leg on his shoulder, giving the other leg the same attention as you whining reaching out to him.

His fingers spread you out as he slowly inserts himself into you, the feeling of you around him almost made him lose his load into you. No, he had to control himself, he had to give you what you needed. Your mouth was in an O shape from the burning stretch of having him inside of you, even with two orgasms and some stretching from is fingers it wasn’t enough to not cause you a bit of pain but the pain was pleasurable and you too almost came from the sensation.

Before he starts moving, he confesses “ That’s not the first man that I’ve killed.” The sentence ends as he bottomed out into you. The immediate grip on him from your walls made him grip his teeth.

“That’s okay” You breathed, feeling even more turned on imaging how he looked as he took those other lives.

“And I hadn’t done that in so long, “ his thrusts begin, slowly but deep making your ankles did into his shoulders, “But I did it for you, and I would do it again for you.”

His confession made your toes curl as you came on his dick, gripping him to the point that it was almost painful for him, throwing himself forward onto you making your knees hit your chest.

“Oh bella, you want me to kill for you? I would, I would kill anyone for you, I would kill anyone who did anything to you.” His voice was hoarse as he starts to slam his hips into yours as you babble “yes yes Osamu yes” with every word of violence, you squeeze him harder and harder. You were fucking insane, you were for him, only for him. His hips slammed into you with a force that will surely leave you sore tomorrow but you didn’t care it felt good, everything felt so good.

“Fuck Osamu, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum.”

“Me too Bella me too, I’m cuming in you,” it wasn’t a request or asking for any type of permission, he was telling you, telling you he was going to cum in you and that’s what sent you over your third edge, with him following shortly behind you. His hips didn’t still as he kept unloading into you, forcing him cum deeper into you almost hoping it would take.

After a while of him breathing over you, he pulls out almost saddened by seeing his cum start to leak out of you. He looks from your cunt to your face, seeing the small, satisfied smile you had on, but your eyes looked heavy he knew you were at your limit, not even knowing how you were still conscious. It was time to get you to bed, he sighed as he went to turn the shower on, wishing he could run you a bath instead but there wasn’t time for that. He went and grabbed your bonnet out of your bag, gently lifting you off the bed to put it on your head and get you into the shower. His touch was so gentle in contrast to how he fucked you, in contrast to what those hands did to that man earlier. He washed your body so gently with the washcloth, making sure to clean you properly getting all the blood and sweat off you, and making sure not to over-stimulate you. He cleaned himself in the shower, not allowing you to do it due to how exhausted he knew that you were. Once the two of you were clean, he slipped you into one of his shirts and laid the two of you down bringing you to lay on his chest.

He could feel your breathing getting deeper and slower, realizing you were close to sleep which almost put a genuine smile on his face until he heard you call his name.

“Hmmn.”

“Can you tell me more about who you used to be?” your voice so small, so tired, almost as if you were forcing yourself to stay awake.

That actually put a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead, “Yes but not tonight, now sleep”

You nod into his chest as you nestle in, almost immediately falling asleep. Dazai’s past still haunts him but he wouldn’t mind sharing it with you, only if it’s you.

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Hi anon! You're my first official request so thank you! I hope I did this prompt justice for you. My heart hurts.

angsty romance prompt. "tell me it was a lie, tell me you're playing with me right now "

Warnings: None really, just angst and no happy ending, which yes is so unlike me but we ball! I didn't proof read cause it made me sad writing it.

You could feel the tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, “Do you know what today is? Or why I asked you here”

His jaw tightened, “It’s Tuesday and I don’t know maybe because I’m your boyfriend and we go to this café a lot.”

“Do you even love me, Satoru?”

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Across The Spider Verse

ATSV FanFics

Fake Love, Fake Rage 1 2

Don't Lose Control

#smut #miguel being mean #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel atsv #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

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BUNGO STRAY DOG FICS

Osamu Dazai

You are My Sun

Honey Trap

#smut #angst #bsd x reader #dazai bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs #port mafia #armed detective agency

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HONEY TRAP

Dazai x F!Reader

okay so I had this idea like ages ago, and now i finally finished this. It's kind of dark, well of course.

The mission was supposed to be simple. The two of you were competent ADA detectives but what happens when everything doesn't go as planned.

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OB sticky: I'm working on updating my master list and also taking requests! I hope yall like this because i feel insane for writing it. But i love crazy violent dazai. I need him ferally arf arf.

“Yes, my dear” He answers in a sing-song tone as he walks into the bathroom with you. You roll your eyes at his behavior.

“Please behave tonight, I’m trying to get this over as quickly as possible.”

He scoffs at your words, as if he was known to always be on his best behavior which makes you roll your eyes again.

That’s how the plan was supposed to go anyway, a simple honey trap.

Simple.

It was all going so well. So well.

Fuck.

Dazai didn’t even notice that your body had moved from your crumbled position on the floor, he couldn’t hear you call out his name repeatedly.

“We’re safe” was the last thing you were able to say before you collapsed, your body not being able to handle any more of what was going on.

How could someone as precious as you, as delicate as you, as soft as you be such a slut over him covered in blood, over him murdering someone?

He needed you as much as you needed him in this moment, and he was going to have his way with you.

“Fuck” He whispers as his hand immediately finds your still-clothed cunt, feeling your cum seeping through the fabric. “You really did cum from that, you are one filthy thing.”

“Cum for me, doll”

“That’s okay” You breathed, feeling even more turned on imaging how he looked as he took those other lives.

“And I hadn’t done that in so long, “ his thrusts begin, slowly but deep making your ankles did into his shoulders, “But I did it for you, and I would do it again for you.”

His confession made your toes curl as you came on his dick, gripping him to the point that it was almost painful for him, throwing himself forward onto you making your knees hit your chest.

“Fuck Osamu, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum.”

He could feel your breathing getting deeper and slower, realizing you were close to sleep which almost put a genuine smile on his face until he heard you call his name.

“Hmmn.”

“Can you tell me more about who you used to be?” your voice so small, so tired, almost as if you were forcing yourself to stay awake.

That actually put a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead, “Yes but not tonight, now sleep”

You nod into his chest as you nestle in, almost immediately falling asleep. Dazai’s past still haunts him but he wouldn’t mind sharing it with you, only if it’s you.

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Checkmate.

MafiaBoss Sukuna x F!Reader

You had a routine. You had a life. You had plans. Is your association with someone you hate going to change everything for you?

Sticky: I was asked to make it into a series so this is the prequel to this! It will be an on going series. I don't know how many chapters yet.

UPDATED STICKY: hi yes, you may be seeing this thinking 'OB this definitely doesn't look like what you wrote before.' and you would be right, i hated it so i changed it. Sorry, love yall, bye T-T

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The activity at the Zenin compound was raising suspicion from their enemies, especially their biggest one The King of Curses. The two yakuza families had been cordial for the most part through the decades, but lately, the hot-headed Naoya Zenin was pushing his way into the King of Curses territory and that would not do, not at all. So, on top of the brazen acts by the end of that family, the activity coming from the compound DAILY was raising all alarms for Ryomen Sukuna. And the activity? It was you, coming in and out the front gates of the compound almost daily, always bringing something with you, always leaving without anything. The biggest issue, no one had any information on you and yet you were casually coming in and out of the compound as if you were an important member of the Zenin’s. The King of Curses needed to know your role with them and how to use it to his advantage to get Naoya out of his hair for good.

That’s what led to one of the King of Curses disgruntled underlings following you around for the last two weeks. Nothing you did was of interest; you were actually quite boring. Your day consisted of leaving your condo with a bag of who knows what to the Zenin compound, spending a few hours there, and leaving to go to the park not far from the compound to play chess? With old people? It was strange, and then after that, you would leave after seemingly beating every old man who would sit with you and play to go to a café or library to work away at something on your computer.

Sukuna’s face was twisted into a scowl as he read over the report of your day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice made the men under his command shrink into themselves and back down.

“Sir, that’s all we have. That’s all she does.” One of them spoke up not meeting Sukuna’s glare. The man before them flexes his fingers in an attempt to quell his rage from snapping either of their necks.

“Do you at least have a name; do you have anything?”

The silence from their lack of response was louder than anything they could have said. Sukuna crumbles the report in his hand, balling his fist and banging it against the sturdy wooden desk. He had to think of something. There had to be something he could think of because surprisingly enough despite how arrogant and boisterous Naoya was, the boy kept his circle tight and private. Nothing that the boy doesn’t want out, never gets out. You truly seemed nothing of interest but then no one and he knew NO ONE was allowed to freely walk in and out of that compound so casually without significance. Also, there was something about you that he couldn’t figure out and it was driving him almost insane. He had seen videos in the reports he was being sent of you and the way you walked and carried yourself had him in thought. In thought of what? He really didn’t know but he knew he needed to figure out what your connections with all of this were. Just before he was truly about to lose his temper, he did have an idea. After all, you were a woman so this should at least get a little information out of you.

“Bring me Fushiguro .”

Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, was one of Sukuna’s subordinates who would be considered a ‘ladies man’ and you were a lady. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He would use Toji to sway you into giving up some type of information or at the very least gain a bit of your trust to get you here to interrogate that wouldn’t draw any suspicions from the Zenin’s. It was a good plan that has worked on more than one occasion. Well, that was what Sukuna assumed until Toji actually met you.

There you were, right on schedule, as usual, laughing at the older man who sat across from you. It seemed that you had been beating him at a round of chess and the old man was being grumpy about it. Toji walked up with his casual nonchalant attitude toward the bench you were sitting on.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Toji commented as he walked up to you. You look up at him, a slight scowl on your face that he wasn’t expecting. Women usually fawn over him always immediately, but you looked almost disgusted. The glares he was getting from the older men around you didn’t help his circumstance either.

“Did you need something?” Your tone is annoyed as you glare up at him. He chuckles at your hostility. That made you scowl even more; you really didn’t want to be bothered by this man especially one as seemingly cocky and self-assured as this one.

“I’ve seen you here at the park a few times and wanted to get your name.” He lied and he could tell you knew it was a lie by the way your eyes narrowed at him.

You roll your eyes, sighing going back to making a move on the board in front of you, “Well I haven’t seen you before so I would prefer not to acquaint myself with you.”

Toji could tell this was going to be a lost cause on his part. Sukuna was not going to be happy about this in the least bit but there wasn’t anything else he could do, your body language told him everything he needed to know. He raised his hands in defeat and apologized for bothering you, heading back to the car parked around the corner. If Toji was a man who didn’t value his life, he would tell the King that he should give up on seeing what you know unless he just wanted to kidnap and torture you. You didn’t seem like the kind of girl to just give in to anything easily, and these soft plans would be a waste of everyone’s time. But Toji was a man who did value his life at least a little, so he just planned to tell him exactly what happened and that you weren’t interested in speaking to him in the least bit.

Sukuna was frustrated with Tojis report, he couldn’t help but shoot one of the lackeys he had in the room. He didn’t kill him, maybe, but this was getting on his nerves quickly. The King’s attempt at trying to be subtle for once was getting him nowhere and it was pissing him off.

You knew you had been being watched for weeks now; it was almost obvious with the way that the same men kept appearing around the same time every day. They weren’t really good at this, it seemed to you. It didn’t concern you that much though, you understood why you may have been followed but you didn’t have any information of value. Naoya allowed you into the Zenin compound and he was never shy about what he did for a living or the type of man that he was. He didn’t value you as a person, so he allowed you to go and come as you pleased, which you were grateful for. He was a man who such self-assurance, such bravado, such misogyny that he didn’t find any value in hiding anything from you or your cousin that he made his wife. Your cousin, more of a sister to you than anything, was unfortunately the now wife of Naoya Zenin and the only reason you would EVER visit his compound. You hated every single second you spent in that space, but you did it for your cousin. She was trapped in these walls and unable to go anywhere unless it was with the end of the clan himself. The only thing that man allowed was for you to see her and you took that, making it almost your job to visit her every day in order to keep her sanity. You would bring her breakfast, books, snacks, or whatever you have found that could make sure she felt connected with the outside world and connected with something else besides the Zenin’s.

Every day you had almost the same schedule, visiting your cousin for a few hours, discussing the past day’s events and anything that you had brought over. Then you would go over to this beautiful park and play chess with the elders there, they adored you so much even if you beat them every time. After that, you would go off to either the library, a café, or anywhere that you could get back to work on your dissertation. That was the reason you had so much time to visit your cousin and make sure she was alright; you were working on your dissertation and that was the only thing that truly required your focus. You came from a wealthy family that was similar to the zenin’s in the way that there was no value to a woman besides being a bride. Luckily for you, your parents had agreed to allow you to finish any education before marrying you off just like your cousin. Which is why you are currently working on your Ph.D. in comparative literature. You had hoped to continue down the path of education hoping that if you elongate your studies, your parents will focus more on your brothers and forget about you. You hoped.

It had been a while since you had been followed and since your last encounter with that handsome but strange man who attempted to flirt with you for whatever reason that you completely forgot about those interactions. This is why the confusion on your face was felt by the elders that you usually play chess with as you walk to your park in the spot where you play to see them laughing and playing with someone else who isn’t you. It took you WEEKS to have them allow you to play and now here sat a man in YOUR spot playing with them as they laugh and smile at the man.

There in your place sat a man you knew you had never seen before. There sat the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna.

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Checkmate

Yukuza Sukuna x F!Reader

Ch 2: Fool's Mate

You and the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna have come face to face with each other. What will you think of him? What does he think of you?

OB Note: Sorry, this has taken so long, I've been going through emotional turmoil while also getting settled into my new job but hopefully we will be on a better schedule. Ask if you would like to be tagged in the next one. Mwah!

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Sukuna realized that if he wanted something done right, he would have to do it himself. There was no way that getting information on or from you would be so difficult, you were just a civilian girl after all. That’s what led him to go to where you play chess with all those old men, he didn’t want to scare you off by approaching you in one of the more secluded spots that you inhabit occasionally. Even if Toji failed, he knew that he wouldn’t. He was the King of Curses after all, the most feared man in the Japanese underground and incredibly handsome and charming on top of that. Assuming this would be easy when you spot your stall as you approach your usual group. That was until your eyes narrowed and a scowl appeared on your face as if you were disgusted with his appearance. Huh, so this is what Fushiguro meant when he said that you were immediately unimpressed. But he still assumed this would be easy, due to how the old men talked about you. They spoke as if you were sunlight itself, a delicate flower in the cracks of a city sidewalk. The men referred to you as their ‘sunshine’.

“Hey there sunshine,” His voice smoothed, laced with confidence as you approached the group. He had a lazy smirk on his face as the old men started to goad you into playing a match with him. This used to be a pastime of his before he became the head of the family, now he didn’t have time for such trivial things as playing a game of chess. It was a game of strategy that required foresight and the ability to make quick decisions. These were important skills to have when you were the head of a yakuza family. He had already beaten the old men at the table, which won them over quicker than he expected by the reports he got from his men with how standoffish they were with them. This was going to be easy. He was going to make you comfortable enough with him to tell you everything about that compound you visit every day. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was whatever information you had that would stop the damn Zennins from continuing to push into his territory without having to go to an all-out war.

As you sat across from you, you looked irritated at his intrusion but put on a fake smile to appease the uncles you play with daily.

“Sure, I’ll play him” You respond directly to them not even acknowledging the pink-haired man's presence in front of you. This was your one time to just relax and not have any thoughts but now here comes a man trying to ruin it for you. He was disgustingly handsome and the tattoos that adorned his face didn’t help with how attractive he already was. Although, he carried himself with a self-assurance that irritated you. Just like a man. But maybe he wasn’t that bad since the uncles let him sit and play, they usually scowl anyone away who tries to join them wanting to keep their ground small but someone he wormed his way into the group and quickly at that.

“I’ll go easy on you sunshine,” He says with that cocky smirk you can see on his face from your peripheral vision, making your eyes immediately roll as you turn to face him not even pretending to put on a fake smile. You scan his face and then the board, trying to decide how to play this would you play the fast and aggressive game to end this early or drag it out to undermine and humiliate him? As you look up from the board, coming up with a few strategies on how to play this you saw the most annoying cocky smirk on his face as if he was looking down on you. That’s when you made your decision, it was going to be the latter. A small smile graces your face as you figure out your game plan in your head on how you are going to destroy this man.

There are many misconceptions with the game of chess. Most people think that the best way of attack is to capture as many pieces as one can to allow a checkmate but that’s not true at all because it only takes one piece to check or checkmate your opponent. It is not a numbers game, it’s a game of strategy, it’s a game of knowledge of yourself and the moves of your opponent. And that’s exactly how you crushed the man in front of you. You allowed him to capture most of your pieces, putting yourself in what he thought was a dangerous position, but that wasn’t the closest thing to the truth. You had moved pieces around the board haphazardly, or so he thought, allowing your pieces to get captured which made him careless leaving several opportunities for you to check and checkmate him. But you didn’t want an easy win, you wanted him to believe he was capable of beating you and then show him how wrong he was and that his confidence was just a facade. He was so focused on moving his pieces toward your end of the board and capturing yours that he didn’t notice your corning his king. You had him in a position that wouldn’t allow his king to escape you had him in check and in one move in a checkmate but you waited, you would wait until y ou could really crush him. And just as he spoke those words you were waiting to hear faking a dejected look as you were cackling inside.

“Check”

The words slip form his mouth so effortlessly as he sits back, smug in the way he thinks he has you defeated. You take a deep breath in as you look up at him with a sad expression that just increases his smugness.

“So, what’s your next move sunshine?” confidence was oozing from every single one of his pores as he looks across to you. As you exhale the breath you were holding, a devilish grin spreads on your face and you tongue slides across the bottom of your teeth. Your hand reaches across the board as you put your queen in the checkmate position towards his king.

“Checkmate. Sunshine” You say as you get up, proud of yourself as you see the confused look on his face as he looks at the board. If he wasn’t such an arrogant jerk this whole game, it would have been slightly attractive how his jaw tightens at the realization that he lost and from his own arrogance.

“Oh and by the way, two things.” You comment as you gather your things to leave. His eyes lock onto you as you look down at him, holding the same breath of confidence and arrogance he held earlier.

“First, I could have checked you after your first two moves, you made the most rookie mistakes in chess. The fool’s mate. Second, don’t call me sunshine.” You huff with a smirk getting ready to walk away before he calls after you. You turn your head over your shoulder, not fully facing him.

“Then what should I call you,” He asks more intrigued with you than he should be.

“Ha,” You chuckle, adjusting your tote on your shoulder, “Nothing, don’t even address me.”

That was the last thing you said to him before you walked off to where he assumed was either that café or the library. Oh you intrigued him, you really did. He never thought that someone like you would be associated with the zennins, they didn’t value women or their opinions. Especially one not as headstrong as you seemed to be, but maybe they were making expectations, maybe they were changing. You had a brilliant mind for strategy it seemed and a dangerous mouth on you. He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand how your mind worked, he needed you. For the purpose of undermining the zennins of course, that was the only reason he was so interested in you. The only reason.

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JJK FICS

Gojo Satoru:

Double Date

Throat Goat

Bad Communication Skills

Actions Have Consequences

Ryomen Sukuna:

Check Mate, Series (ongoing):

1 2

Will Always Find You

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Checkmate

Yukuza Sukuna x F!Reader

Ch 2: Fool's Mate

You and the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna have come face to face with each other. What will you think of him? What does he think of you?

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Even if Toji failed, he knew that he wouldn’t. He was the King of Curses after all, the most feared man in the Japanese underground and incredibly handsome and charming on top of that. Assuming this would be easy when you spot your stall as you approach your usual group. That was until your eyes narrowed and a scowl appeared on your face as if you were disgusted with his appearance. Huh, so this is what Fushiguro meant when he said that you were immediately unimpressed. But he still assumed this would be easy, due to how the old men talked about you.

They spoke as if you were sunlight itself, a delicate flower in the cracks of a city sidewalk. The men referred to you as their ‘sunshine’.

“Hey there sunshine,” His voice smoothed, laced with confidence as you approached the group. He had a lazy smirk on his face as the old men started to goad you into playing a match with him.

This used to be a pastime of his before he became the head of the family, now he didn’t have time for such trivial things as playing a game of chess. It was a game of strategy that required foresight and the ability to make quick decisions. These were important skills to have when you were the head of a yakuza family. He had already beaten the old men at the table, which won them over quicker than he expected by the reports he got from his men with how standoffish they were with them.

This was going to be easy. He was going to make you comfortable enough with him to tell you everything about that compound you visit every day. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was whatever information you had that would stop the damn Zennins from continuing to push into his territory without having to go to an all-out war.

As you sat across from you, you looked irritated at his intrusion but put on a fake smile to appease the uncles you play with daily.

He was disgustingly handsome and the tattoos that adorned his face didn’t help with how attractive he already was. Although, he carried himself with a self-assurance that irritated you. Just like a man. But maybe he wasn’t that bad since the uncles let him sit and play, they usually scowl anyone away who tries to join them wanting to keep their ground small but someone he wormed his way into the group and quickly at that.

As you look up from the board, coming up with a few strategies on how to play this you saw the most annoying cocky smirk on his face as if he was looking down on you. That’s when you made your decision, it was going to be the latter. A small smile graces your face as you figure out your game plan in your head on how you are going to destroy this man.

You allowed him to capture most of your pieces, putting yourself in what he thought was a dangerous position, but that wasn’t the closest thing to the truth. You had moved pieces around the board haphazardly, or so he thought, allowing your pieces to get captured which made him careless leaving several opportunities for you to check and checkmate him. But you didn’t want an easy win, you wanted him to believe he was capable of beating you and then show him how wrong he was and that his confidence was just a facade.

He was so focused on moving his pieces toward your end of the board and capturing yours that he didn’t notice your corning his king. You had him in a position that wouldn’t allow his king to escape you had him in check and in one move in a checkmate but you waited, you would wait until y ou could really crush him. And just as he spoke those words you were waiting to hear faking a dejected look as you were cackling inside.

“Check”

“Then what should I call you,” He asks more intrigued with you than he should be.

“Ha,” You chuckle, adjusting your tote on your shoulder, “Nothing, don’t even address me.”

Especially one not as headstrong as you seemed to be, but maybe they were making expectations, maybe they were changing. You had a brilliant mind for strategy it seemed and a dangerous mouth on you. He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand how your mind worked, he needed you. For the purpose of undermining the zennins of course, that was the only reason he was so interested in you. The only reason.

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