I Just Can't Bring Myself To Stop Thinking About Sakuna Just Casually Grabbing My Underwear, Using Them,

I just can't bring myself to stop thinking about sakuna just casually grabbing my underwear, using them, and nonchalantly handing me them back in person as he tells me to come to his bed 😩🧎🏼‍♀️

Can I be GREEDY and request the same set of jjk dudes (guilty or not as some of them would have no shame I'm sure) pining + getting off with reader's stolen underwear? If they get caught you not is up to you, Nat~

mm anon... pining is my favourite food. 

not sfw/minors dont interact: warnings for some funky power dynamics and boys jacking off with readers underwear (afab reader is implied). especially funky power dynamics for mahito and sukuna but you all were expecting that right

♡ ----> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <----  ♡

♡ Gojo, surprisingly, might actually be a little bit ashamed about it. This is a man who is used to getting exactly what he wants, and usually isn’t at all shy about it. He’s been flirting with you for what feels like months, but every time he’s rewarded with your head tipping to the side, your smile, quizzical and a little puzzled and somehow not picking up what he’s laying down. It’s getting really bad; he can’t help but concentrate on you whenever you’re in a room, his mind playing fantasies of what it would be like if he could kiss you, or touch you, or more - but much to his frustration, those things seem to be staying fantasies.

The decision to steal your underwear is spur of the moment, as many of Gojo’s decisions are. Maybe he’s come to your place to ask you a question or drop something off or just to hang out and be a little bit annoying - those are all things that Gojo often does. When he uses your bathroom and sees a pair hanging out of the wash-basket, how is he supposed to not take them - when they’re so cute, so much to his taste, with the scent of you still clinging to them like sweet perfume? 

You don’t notice that he’s any different for the rest of the day, even with a pair of your underwear stuffed in his pockets. Gojo’s good at hiding his feelings - he’s still light teasing and laughter, although the touch of his hands on your shoulders feels a little more . . . intense, than usual.

Gojo will not risk being caught doing this. That would ruin his street cred and reputation; those are things that are actually fairly important to him. So he waits until he’s alone in his own place at night, his bed empty, his head perhaps aching a little from a particularly tough mission, to fish them out of his pockets. To breathe in their scent. To palm himself absent-mindedly through his trousers, imagining that it’s your hands instead. He wants to know what you’d taste like, wants to feel your fingers wrap around his shaft, wants, wants, wants - when he comes, he groans into the gusset, and makes a note to himself that he’s just going to fucking go for it and kiss you next time he sees you.

He’s sure that, no matter how delicious your scent is, it won’t compare at all to the real thing laid out before him in his bed, begging him to touch them. And Gojo thinks he can persuade you into exactly that. 

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♡ Nanami is definitely ashamed of it. But, as we’ve explored before, he is a man who does not mix his business with pleasure - he doesn’t date colleagues, no matter how charming their smile or polite their quiet little words are or how soft their hand feels, tugging on his arm. Going on missions with you is tantamount to torture - you’re so close, and yet so far. Worse are the times when you’re too far out of Tokyo together, when you’re squashed into a hotel room together - when he hears your shower running and you pop your head out of the en-suite door to deposit a pile of clothes in the room because this particular bathroom looks leaky. Your bare shoulders over your towel, the careful smile that he gives you - those things make Nanami’s blood rush to two places: his cheeks and his cock.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t - it’s a gross invasion of your privacy, doing it would be disgusting, taking advantage of the position he’s in - but he’s already swallowing, pawing through the pile until he finds the lacy little bit of nothing that’s been covering your softest parts all day. Who’d have thought you’d have been lewd enough to be wearing something like this? The gusset is slick, he notices - you’ve been turned on today. A part of him wonders if it’s because of him.

His cock is crying out for attention by now. He’s hurried and messy as he fishes it out, wrapping the fabric around his thick shaft (God, the feel of your wet arousal on him - he lets himself think it was for him, remembering how he’d touched your lower back, how your eyes had tracked his movements during the battle with the curse). He doesn’t last very long - not with your scent, with your wetness, with your little scrap of lace and the knowledge that you’re wet and naked and glistening just on the other side of the wall. He comes with a groan, his back hitting the cheap, thin partition between the en-suite and hotel room proper - and all of a sudden, the water turns off. Your voice is a little worried.

“Nanami? Is everything okay--?”

- ♡ -

♡ Geto is another who considers himself above this kind of low. But you keep doing things, unconsciously, that drive a part of him wild. He’s the kind of man who is fascinated by the small things you do that you don’t even realise you’re doing - the stretch of your back when you have an ache, the thoughtless way you press a thumb to your lower lip when you’re thinking, the way your face seems to change when you push your hair back (and put it up, if it’s long enough--).

As a fellow curse user on his side, though, he has a respect for you that he does not have for all people. He will not push you (though part of him wants to, when you look at him like the leader that he is, as if you would do anything if he asked you to). As one of his loyal followers, he wants to maintain the trust that you have for him, and that means that he must play his cards carefully (he has always been good at that)--

But it doesn’t mean that his urges fade. If you kneel near him, or look pleased to just have his attention, his mind runs absolutely riot with possibilities. Taking your underwear makes him feel all-over crawling and disgusting, but the thought of you is no longer enough and he has to do something about it. He, too, waits to be alone - a moment when he knows nobody will follow him, because he does not want to be caught doing something so filthy.

Still. The feel of your underwear wrapped around his cock, the thought of how you might squirm if he rubbed his cock between your legs whilst you were wearing them, the knowledge the thought of pressing your underwear into your mouth so you were quiet as he fucked you so hard you can barely walk - he comes harder, to the thought of those things, than he has in months.

He’s alike to Gojo still, although he would prefer not to admit it. This particular indiscretion is the thing that pushes him to realise he must tell you how he feels, must have you for himself - and, like Gojo, he also doubts you’ll have much resistance to give him. 

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♡ Toji, as a whole, is not a man who lets his thoughts linger for too long on one person. He’s a man who goes from bed to bed and prefers not to visit them too many times, lest they get attached - he’s not looking for commitment. So why, then, does your face haunt him whenever he sees it? And he keeps seeing it, too - he’s been doing work for this one client who pays well for a few months now, and you’ve been assigned to play his handler, it seems. Something about your attempts to stay professional even though he’s caught you sneaking glances when you think he’s not looking (he’s always looking) just drives him wild like absolutely nothing else. Teasing you a little. He’s the kind of guy who gets off on the thought of turning someone prim and proper into someone a little less prim and proper, and you’ve got that in spades.

Still. Can’t do anything until his working relationship with this client stops; he doesn’t want to risk cutting off his supply of money, or being assigned a handler more boring than you. So he flirts with you and grins at you, danger in his eyes - and if maybe he sneaks into your place (unnoticed by you) and takes a couple of pairs of your underwear, what’s it matter? If he breathes in your scent and he jerks off to them (his favourite are the ones that are little confections of satin or lace, or even the pair with a keyhole in the butt that he’d found - who knew you were hiding something like that under your neat little uniform?). 

Toji does not for a minute think he’ll stop at jerking off using your underwear. He just needs something to keep him occupied until his final night of working for this boring employee, where he’s absolutely certain that you’ll tumble into bed with him - or he’s absolutely certain that he’ll talk you, silver-tongued, around to falling into bed with him. They’re the same thing in the end. 

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna . . . Sukuna is an interesting case. Whilst he absolutely thinks he doesn’t need to lower himself to rutting into your underwear, he also thinks he doesn’t need to lower himself to even thinking about you. He can have whoever he wants. He’s absolutely certain of this; he thinks what he wants and deserves is someone powerful, majestic, perfect, someone who can inspire fear in the hearts of men and stand behind him as a not-quite-equal (he will always be above anybody else, but in his mind, his perfect lover will be only one rung below him--).

So his interest in you is frustrating to him. You are one of his devoted, of course - but you are weak, and small, and unworthy. So why is he fascinated by the way you move, why does his groin stir when you call him ‘Master’, why is he so constantly thinking about how your lips would look wrapped around his cock and how you would break, so small and delicate and weak, beneath him?

He does not ‘guiltily pine’. He takes your underwear as casually as a man who knows he is in charge of everything would - as if it already belongs to him. He fucks it like it already belongs to him too, hoping that by doing this he will no longer be haunted by thoughts of you - letting his mind run riot with everything he could do to you, that he’s sure that you’d let him do, because you are so small and devoted and his--

Coming all over them does not, to his chagrin, cessate his desire upon your flesh. It just tells him what he’s missing - that this is not a good replacement for your little body and your little mouth and your tight heat, the way he knows you’d bite your lip and tears would bead in your lashes from the pleasure-pain.

He seeks you out and presses your soiled underwear into your hand like a gift, all four of his eyes pinning you down. When one of his fingers caresses your cheek and he tells you, his voice impenetrable, his command impossible to ignore;

“Come,” you follow. 

Your underwear was never going to be enough to satisfy the king of curses.

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito probably wants to be caught. Mahito’s interested in why he’s not supposed to do it in the first place; Mahito takes your underwear out of your laundry basket and breathes it in, curiously and idly thinking about how it’s been pressed so snug and close to that part of you that humans are always so strange about. He can’t deny that the smell of you clinging to the fabric is intoxicating. He’s probably experimented with having the human appendage of a cock before - he wanted to know if orgasm was really all it was cracked up to be - so it’s not that much effort for him to shape his body into one again, to feel the answering comfortable pulse of arousal as he breathes in your scent again - licks at the gusset, enjoying the taste of you bursting onto his tongue (he wants to know what it tastes like direct from the source, but this will do until you get home). 

He probably lays across your bed; gets comfortable, gets into the position he’s seen humans do this thing in (perhaps even the position he’s seen you do it in. Plays with himself imagining the hitch of your breath, the tight warmth of you engulfing him, the shudders of your breath as he thinks about how you would be his absolute favourite little puppet. 

Surrounded by the other scents of you, on your pillow and bedsheets, it doesn’t take him too long to work himself up into a frenzy, probably turning over and humping into the underwear with his face pressed into your pillow just so he can be fully surrounded by everything about you. He comes all over your underwear without even thinking about it, lying there for a moment breathless and pleasured--

And then he starts looking through your other drawers. When you come home, your ruined underwear are on your pillow, covered with Mahito’s cum - and I regret to inform you, if you had any sex toys in that bedside drawer, you may find them scattered and perhaps even used on your bedcovers too--

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Part 2

It’s so fun to make alignment chart! 

Hehe yeah I see Donald as a violent person because of his childhood 😭 I kinda see him like a Samuel from lookism kind of character just smarter and better fighter I'm pretty sure)

Part 3!!!!

Thanks for the likes and reblog

I don’t think it will get a lot of attention lol

Guys I just joined the unordinary fandom after starting earlier today and finished reading now.(I have no life) and holy smokes guys this fandom is toxic I've seen some people get death threats holy sheet it hasn't even been a day 😅😲😒✨😧

My heart hurts reading this but I'm kind of into gojo angst rn someone needs to smack me out of it 😔

Last Time

Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary: after your break-up with Gojo you go to his apartment, which you used to share, to get all your stuff. But you thought you were doing bad, until you saw him. 

A/N: this was gonna be angst with a very bad ending, but while writing I was hurting myself so I decided to make it a little less shitty T_T I’m so pussy wtf (it’s still kinda sad)

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It’s been a month. A month after your break up with Gojo. You had been together for almost 5 years and leaving each other may have been one of the hardest decisions. But you had no choice. You had to in order to be able to leave it there. You need to start anew, you had to leave it there in order to live your life. Even though you still loved each other, it felt like the best option, at least for you.

In order for you to be able to live independently, to make your own money you had to take the job offer overseas. But Gojo had to stay there, for his students. And you didn’t want to make it any harder for him. His students needed him and you knew for a fact that he needed his students. His students were amazing and taking Gojo away from them would only hurt everyone.

In those 5 years of being together you had been living together for almost 3 of them. After the break-up you hadn’t returned to that home, staying at a friend’s place that was barely ever home. You needed to get your stuff, but it all still felt so sad. You couldn’t bring yourself to, but you had to stand strong. You had texted him, telling him you’d get your stuff. You filled your car with boxes to help you move out your stuff and while you drove to your shared apartment. Or at least what was your shared apartment.

You stayed in your car while being parked, fiddling with the ends of your shirt. You picked your nails and your mind was thinking about so many things at the same time. You didn’t know how you’d approach him and you didn’t know how in the world you would pull yourself together. You were still not over him and only thinking about the fact that he might be will just ruin you. 

With a sigh you stepped out of your car and took a few of the boxes that you could carry to Gojo’s door. You knocked on the door and silently prayed that he wasn’t home. Everything would have been easier if you still had a key, but with you rushing out you left yours with him. 

Your head shot up when the door was opened. You were greeted with a sleepy Gojo. His hair was tousled and his shirt was wrinkly and pulled down so much that his collarbones were visible. You looked away and couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. 

“Hey”, he said in low voice, almost inaudible. “Uh- come in”, he said.

You wanted to pick up the boxes, but he beat you in doing so. He took all of them inside for you, but didn’t say another word. You stayed at the entrance of the living room while he walked in and placed the boxes on the ground. 

You saw take out food and cup noodles and it made you wonder if he had been eating properly. He looked skinnier, as if he wasn’t before. The house wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t that clean either. It made you wonder if he had been taking care of himself. 

He saw you staring at the table and immediately cleaned up any evidence of take out food. “I haven’t had the time to clean up yet”, he said to you with a sad expression as he walked to the kitchen.

You couldn’t emotionally take this and just wanted to leave. If you saw him like this for even more than a second you knew you’d change your mind, but you couldn’t. You had to do what was for the better, he could easily find someone new, that’s how amazing of a person he was.

“You can come in you know, I don’t bite”, he said as he walked back in the living room. 

You took a step forward and felt the tears in your eyes sting. You really did love him and leaving like this really hurt you. “I’ll start with the bedroom”, you said as you took a box and walked to the bedroom.

You opened the door and looked at the oh so familiar room. It felt like it had been untouched since the day you left, but the changed sheets told you otherwise. His scent filled your nose and you just wanted time to stop right there. 

You walked in further and saw that he hadn’t touched any of your stuff. You noticed that one of your shirts was on the bed, on his side and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that he probably did the exact same thing as you. You had left this place with only a few clothes and you say you had one of his shirts on your side of the closet and you took it with you.  Even though his scent had worn off, you slept with it almost every night. How childish it may sound, it calmed you. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to pack up any of this. You sat down on the bed, looking around you. A tear rolled down your cheek. This wasn’t supposed to be this dramatic. You had thought to yourself.

“Can I come in”, you heard Gojo say from the entrance. 

You shot your head to the side, wiping away a tear. You nodded.

He sat down next to you, but left enough space between you. Was it strange that you wished he didn’t? But he thought you just needed space from him. He didn’t know about the whole new job thing. You thought it would have been better if he didn’t know. Because if he did, he would consider leaving with you. And like you thought before, you couldn’t do that to his students. 

“I see you didn’t touch any of my stuff”, you said, not looking at him.

“I mean, how could I?”, he said. “I still love you after all.”

“Don’t say that”, you said in a whisper while dropping your head..

“Why? Will it make you change your mind?”, he asked in a low tone. 

you shook your head. It just made you feel guilty. Which you actually were. You stood up from your place and walked to the desk that was in front of the window. There was a picture of you and Gojo. The picture both of you loved so much. The two of you on the beach, you knew it was cliche, but you sill loved it very much. A stranger took that picture and you can’t forget about how amazing that day was.

“Was it something I did?”, Gojo asked.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t bring yourself to. You weren’t used to seeing him like this. So vulnerable, so sad. You thought he would be over you, but he seemed to be doing worse than you. The bags under his eyes and his slightly pale skin made you think that perhaps leaving him wasn’t the right decision to make. But you needed this job. 

“Just please tell me what went wrong”, he said. “I really can’t do this anymore.”

You didn’t say a word back at him. You were scared that if you kept talking that the both of you would just break down. You knew for yourself that you where on the edge, but you could tell he was too. 

“I just don’t understand what went wrong. Was it something I did? Cause if it was-”, he said stopping mid way to take a deep breath, “-just please tell me what it is that I did wrong so I can make it up to you. I can’t loose you.” He said the last in a whisper. 

Tears formed in your eyes. You were scared that if you talked right now, you wouldn’t be able to hold your tears in front of him anymore. 

“For god’s sake just say something. anything”, he said louder now. “I can’t do this anymore, just please-!”

“Don’t yell at me”, you said in a whisper; “Please don’t yell at me.”

Tears were falling from your eyes and they didn’t stop. He was silent for a moment and started mumbling to himself. Blaming himself again. You heard him walking up to you, but you didn’t turn around just yet. You waited to see if he would do anything, but he didn’t. So you turned around and the second that you did he slowly pulled you in his embrace and placed his head on your neck. 

“I’m so sorry. I know- I know I can be a dick from time to time and I know that I get cocky. I know I’m not the best human in the world, but please at least allow me to try and change. Please just- please just don’t leave me like this”, he said as his voice cracked in the end. 

“I’m sorry, Satoru. I really, truly am. But this isn’t about you, this is mainly about me and my decisions. I-” You wanted to say it to him, you wanted to tell him you still loved him, but telling him right now might just ruin everything. 

“I can’t live without you. I really truly can’t. This was the shittiest month I’ve ever had and I can’t stop thinking about you. Just please, don’t leave my side.”

“I don’t have a choice, Satoru”, you said, in a whisper while your tears were falling falling from your eyes on his shirt. You could smell him and his sweet scent made you cry even harder. This was the last time you would be able to be this close to him, this was the last time he would touch you and this was the last time he would be talking to you like this. Because you were leaving and nothing was stopping you. 

Exactly, a hobby is a hobby not a job. You shouldn't feel obligated to compete with people who do it for a living. If you do want to compete and get better, that's great, but compare you to your past achievements not others achievements.

it’s easy for hobbies to turn into things we avoid because of the pressure we put on ourselves. but i promise, u have nothing to prove. if u enjoy drawing, draw!! it doesn’t have to be museum worthy. ur baking doesn’t need to be master chef worthy every time you do it. hobbies are hobbies because they make you happy and u enjoy doing them. there is no pressure for u to become a professional in everything u enjoy; enjoy it for the lack of pressure. try and let yourself participate in things without tying ur worth to the final products. if it makes you happy, anything that comes from that is worth it.