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Traitor AU! 141 x male reader.

TW: Violence. Mentions of a knife? Reader going through physical torture. Youve been warned

Theres so real mention of pronouns but reader is a male. Minors, fem alligned do not interact. My works are purely for 18 + and are male centered. Thank you.

- Price who gives the order after a tip off directing them in your direction. For what? For giving out info on the recent mission that got them ambushed. You who wakes up in an interrogation room by freezing cold water being splashed over you.

- Ghost who carries out the first part of the punishments they deemed reasonable for your betrayal. Choosing which bones to break that would cause the most pain and injury to you. Starting with bashing in your knees to make sure you wouldnt be walking out of there. Next deciding on breaking a few ribs. To hell you be damned. Each bone broken had you writhing in pain and pleading with him that it wasnt you.

- Ghost who leaves you with several broken bones all over. None of them even caring to question you. Its not like he comes back either. No he stays away after that being unable to look at your face without seeing a traitor. He had half a mind to go back in to break your jaw or give you a black eye but that was to be left up to soap or gaz.

- Soap. Who wasnt usually quick to anger but this? Was unforgivable and you deserved it right? Each time he took the knife to add another cut somewhere a small voice was telling them there was something wrong. But he shook it off taking out his frustration on you cutting you up. Swapping out different blades depending on how angry he was feeling in the minute.

- Gaz who doesnt even go when its his turn instead ignoring your pleas for them to listen. Just watching you through the two way mirror as other soldiers go in and take there revenge for you betraying them. Watching how they beat you bloody, broke bones like ghost had done, cut you up like soap had done and spread the word like price had done.

- You who gave up fighting against it all after 3 days of the constant beatings and torment you were going through. You tried convincing yourself that they were only angry because they thought it was you. Theyd surely come rescue out of there as soon as they came to their senses. Right? Right??

- You who gave up the hope after two weeks. None of them had returned leaving it up to the other soldiers to torture and do what the wanted to you. Your body had numbed most of the pain. Even when a soldier took a pilars to your teeth. Ripping some of them out. When said solider then broke your jaw with the same pilars leaving your mouth a bloody mess.

- Price who was going mad at not finding anything that he could properly pin the betrayal on you. All he had was the tip off but even then was it true? No. It wasnt. Ghost had caught the proper mole. The one who was selling information. The one who had framed you.

- Price who demanded all torture towards you stop. But it wasnt quick enough. Most of the wounds left were infected from being left untreated in a damp room. Even medics were sure you'd heal properly because they werent allowed in to asses your injuries until now.

- Ghost who felt guilty but didnt show it. He was disgusted with how easily they all believed it, how quick they were to resort to torture. Soap who couldnt believe the little voice in the back of his head that he had been ignoring was telling the truth. After seeing you in the hospital covered in bandages and casts for the broken bones he knew he shouldve listened to it but he was blinded by his anger.

- Gaz who had refused to visit you, almost like he had refused to torture you. It didnt mean he wasnt as bad as the rest of them. No he had let others do his piece for him which made him just as bad. Now all he cpuld do was watch you through the mirror to your hospital room hoping you'd heal.

- Price who was in denial over what he had done. Refusing to accept he had given the order. He had been to visit seeing you hook up to the machines the fact that you would have to take leave for who knows how long. And the possible chance that you would never be the same. Torture did things to people, altered their mindsets and he was worried that would happem to you.

- You would didnt properly wake up until a month later, medics having to sedate you when you did wake up since the pain was clearly unbearable from the way you thrashed and squirmed in the bed. You who had to be strapped down so you didnt fall and worsen the injuries that were struggling to heal already.

- You who couldnt even look at any of them when they finally came to visit. Just staring up at the ceiling. Deep in thought remembering the harsh words they screamed at you the way they tortured you in that room for 17 days straight. They tried their best to talk to you or get you to look at them but you couldnt. Nor would you. You didnt feel safe around them. A chill piercing you each time they even touched you.

-now came the question was what would you do when you healed?

Pt 2???

༺ ♱ ༻ helping hand

✿ okkotsu yuuta x reader x toge inumaki

✿ smut

"inumaki, we shouldn't be going this." yuuta whispers as toge drags your body to the boys bathroom. his hand is covering your mouth and his hands all over your body. yuuta watches the whole scene unravel in front of him with fear but also lust in his eyes.

it all started when he revealed his huge crush on you to inumaki. toge being the little sly he is, bombarded yuuta with dirty questions. he also showed yuuta the upskirt pictures he took (telling him that the whole jujutsu tech saw the pictures). who would have thought that he might go as far as tying your arms together and giving you to yuuta as a gift.

you look at yuuta with wide eyes as inumaki's arms holds your body close to his. yuuta's gaze is piercing into your body, from your silky hair down to your panties that are peeking at him from under your skirt.

"salmon." toge smiles when he catches where yuuta is looking, opening your legs and holding them to present your panty clad pussy to yuuta.

you would be lying if you said that this isn't turning you on. you spend most of your nights dreaming about being used by your classmates. and yuuta and inumaki were high on your fuck list. you have already checked off some of the names, one after gojo-sensei's teaching lesson and another after midnight training with maki.

"im sorry, y/n." yuuta says softly with an unsure look on his face. his hands find your thighs, massaging them, fingers digging in like claws.

"do you want to lick her pussy?" inumaki asks, pushing your panties to the side so that both of them can take a good hard look at your pussy.

"she's dripping." yuuta says with wide eyes, smiling at toge who is smiling right back. yuuta gets on his stomach right in front of your pussy. his eyes are inspecting your pussy and your chest swells with pride that this might be the first pussy he has ever seen.

he slowly licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit. you shiver at the contact. he licks at your pussy again, this time more enthusiasticly. you coo at him to encourage him that he's doing it right and that's all it takes him to devour your pussy. he buries his face into your cunt. his nose bumping on your clit while his tongue laps at your juices. he switches his focus on your clit, playing with it with his tongue while his finger enters your hole.

you can feel inumaki grab handful of your boobs, pinching your nipples while yuuta plays with you.

"he's a good boy, isn't he?" toge says into your ear. your whole body freezes, not used to toge's voice and you have to nod because yuuta is doing a good job. you look down between your legs to see yuuta nod his head frantically, stimulation you perfectly.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you ask him in between moan. yuuta looks up at your with wide eyes, nodding again. he is so eager, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock so he can sink inside.

"fuck her, baby." inumaki breaths out at the sigh of yuuta's cock. and yuuta has no choice but to complain, sinking into your pussy inch by inch.

"harder. she can take it." toge says and yuuta starts thrusting in long and hard thrusts. his cock also colliding with your cervix. his whole body shakes at the stimulation, his dream coming true, and he swears that he's in heaven. you can feel toge's erection pressing into you from behind, his voice saying sweet nothings into your ear.

yuuta's thrusts become slopper and you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

"im gonna cum." yuuta whines into your neck as he tries his best to last one more second.

"cum inside her, sweets." inumaki orders and yuuta spills inside of you, painting your walls white. yuuta collapses on top of you, not being able to tell what just happened. yuuta opens his eyes to see inumaki caressing your body, his cock still hard.

"do you want him to fuck you too?" he asks, jealousy boiling inside of him.

"i- yes-"

"no fucking way." a voice interrupts you and you turn to see yuuji and megumi looking at you with wide eyes. you pussy is on display to both of them, yuuta's cum still leaking out.

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”