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im thinking...again...mostly abt what (weird) kinks some of the creeps (+ habit bc god knows i love this freak.) would have...!!!

as of today there is a pt2!!

includes: tim wright, brian thomas, jeffery woods, toby rogers, jack nyras, habit, nsfw....obviously, a lot of self indulgent thoughts/headcanons

TWs!!!: choking/breath play, cigarette burns, knife/blood play, med play, cannibalism, biting, habit, weird kinks in general...!! (no piss, scat or vomit)

nsfw under the cut <3

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Human nature - Creepypasta

𑣲⋆ Synopsis ! : Attractive things they do | wc : 2.3k

𑣲⋆ Characters ! Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu & Ben Drowned x fem!reader {separate}

▶︎၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။ Now playing : Human nature - Madonna

Ticci Toby

Purposefully playfights you to get you underneath him.

He knows he can put you on your ass in seconds, despite his lean frame he's hiding hardened muscle and strength under that hoodie of his, he really just enjoys feeling you squirm underneath him - bucking your hips up into his to try and shift his weight off you - not realising he's already hard and twitching against your thigh. Your arms are pinned to the grass above your head, wrists grasped in one of his hands as he now shamelessly ruts into your clothed heat, forcing a moan from your throat at the friction of denim grinding up against you. You'd say you didn't know it was going to end this way - but let's be realistic - when the same scenario has happened so many times you'd think the past was repeating itself, what did you expect?

Kisses all the way up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh before going down on you.

It's so heady, the way he presses open mouthed kisses in a worshipful trail up your leg, smearing saliva from the open gash in his cheek across your smooth skin. He affectionately nips at the junction between your thigh and your dripping heat, huffing out an amused laugh when you whine and tangle your fingers in his messy hair, dragging his head closer to where you're throbbing with need for him. "Mmm- so g-good for me pre- p-pretty girl.", mumbled into the sticky mess of your pussy, sending vibrations sparking like fire up your arched spine. He pulls away, only to mouth and bite up the other leg, hoisting that one over his shoulders too - rubbing his slick coated thumb in reassuring circles on your trembling ankle.

Jeff the Killer

"Oh Yeah?"

Oh it's so infuriating, and so attractive at the same time. You could be mid-argument, calling him an asshole for whatever he's done this week - left a hoodie wet with fresh blood staining your sofa, come over at 3am with no notice and made you think someone had broken in, practically shoved you out of your own bed and stolen your entire duvet, it could really be anything - but when he throws you that smug little "Oh yeah? You mad baby?", you know it's a losing game. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the amused, cocky smirk on his face and the way he's leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom has your panties getting damp, but you're pretty sure by the way his expression widens into a grin - he already knows exactly what it does to you.

Forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror.

You're on all fours, barely holding yourself up on trembling arms as Jeff drives his cock into you again and again, one arm wound around your hips to drag you back in time with every thrust. You moan, high and needy, only to be cut off when his free hand suddenly clasps around your throat, hauling your torso upright and back against his so you're practically vertical. Only then do you notice the long mirror leant against the wall at the foot of his bed, even as your head spins from the dizzying pressure from the bruising grip he has on your neck. "Go on babe, look.', You feel the words smeared against your shoulder as he sucks hard, leaving another mark no doubt, 'Hah- such a slut for me.". The pressure on your neck lessens but doesn't vanish, leaving you to take short whistling gasps of air, but still being forced to stare at the obscene sight reflected back at you - slick mess being forced out of your cunt around his cock and dripping down your thighs, red blooming marks wet with fresh blood where your skin has broken under his canines scattered like loose petals across your neck and shoulders, cheeks damp with tear tracks. It has you clenching around him, driving a deep groan from Jeff's throat and another clamp of his hand around your neck, making your head spin with lightheaded ecstasy.

Eyeless Jack

Watches you when you're not looking.

You can feel it all the time, the heavy weight of his gaze following your movements like a predator tracking it's prey. Maybe it's the fact you've been prancing around his lab like the world's most tempting distraction in those tiny sleep shorts you know have his composure fraying at the edges - but hey, who can prove you came in here in material so thin he can practically see the outline of your cunt on purpose? You can all but sense him lingering on every curve of your body, and the thought of him engraving the sight of you into his mind has that flimsy material more soaked than you'd like to admit.

Leaves bite marks in trails up your body that stay for days.

You catch the edge of red blooming on your collarbone in the edge of the bathroom mirror the morning after, circling back only to see every bare inch of skin littered with deep indents already bruising blue and purple - all the way from your neck, down your back to the end of the trail at your ankle. They're animalistic in arrangement, no real placement or calculation like you'd expect from Jack, simply markers of carnal need printed onto skin. Your fingers skim the dents, noticing the dried blood around where the outline of his teeth is deepest - and feeling the heat pool in your stomach at the memory of it.

Masky

Grabs your chin to force you to make eye contact.

He's balls deep, thrusting so hard your body jolts up so far you're almost hitting the headboard every time his hips meet yours with a heavy 'thwack!', pelvis grinding against your twitching clit and sending the first sparks of your orgasm lighting the nerves along your inner thighs alight. You turn your head into the pillow, damp with sweat, grasping and twisting the sheets in your hands as you squirm away from the pleasure - before a firm hand clutches your chin, forcing your gaze upwards. "Look at me sugar.", Tim drawls, forcing the thumb of the hand that's tilting your chin up in between your lips, feeling the vibrations of every low whine and moan you let out, "Don't run from it.". You do, because what other choice do you have? That, and the fact that you have to watch as the edge of his lips curl in smug satisfaction at the sight of you unravelling underneath him has you wanting more already.

Has a polaroid nude of you in his wallet for when he's away on missions.

What can he say? Tim's a man with needs, and his needs are - partially - resolved with the sight of you barely covered by scandalous black lace that's tucked safely into the worn leather of his wallet, facing inwards of course, he doesn't need Brian or - god forbid - Toby, seeing his woman in such a position. While nothing compares to feeling the textured material under his thumbs as he brushes them over your peaked nipples or traces the edge of your panties before tugging them down, being able to see you sinking two fingers inside yourself, the other tugging lace to the side, beats having to imagine it himself. Not that he couldn't, trust him, he's got every curve and inch of your body burned onto the inside of his eyelids - he just likes the physical evidence.

Hoodie

Moves you by the hips.

It's like second nature, the way he manhandles you so casually. You could be stood at the counter, and suddenly there's pressure at your hips as he shifts you just shy of the cabinet above your head, grabbing something and then walking off. It's not inherently erotic, yet the unceremonious display of dominance just has your insides twisting with want. You're starting to think he's figured it out, now taking every opportunity to shift your body, lifting you to perch on countertops like you weigh nothing, setting you aside to reach something in his toolbox as he's working on his truck, grasping your hip with a firm hand before you can knock part of a disassembled sniper off the table on accident. And every time he plays innocent, as if he wonders why he ends up with a needy girlfriend in his lap every time he manoeuvres you around.

Makes you get yourself off to the sex tapes you've filmed - while he watches you.

He's got that old camcorder that never seems to leave his side plugged into the laptop resting at the foot of the bed, reflecting a grainy video - zoomed in on the sight of his cock sinking in and out of your drenched cunt as you're bent over the arm of the couch - back at you. You moan, half embarrassed and half so turned on that you can hardly believe it, as you sink two fingers into the slick mess between your legs. Your eyes flick over to Brian, leant back into the slightly worn leather of the armchair, thighs spread as he palms the bulge in his jeans. "Watch the video dolly, don't look at me.", you tear your gaze away reluctantly, turning back to watch just as video-Brian's hand cracks down on your ass, leaving a faintly scarlet handprint forming in it's place - so visceral you can practically still feel the sting lingering on your skin. You can feel the weight of his stare from metres away, watching with half lidded eyes as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, and hey, maybe he'll film this too, for the next time he feels like torturing you with the evidence of how needy you are in your desire for him.

Liu Woods/Sully

Whispers praise between heated kisses. {Liu}

He's got you pressed to the wall, flush to his heaving chest as his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping between your lips when they part around a shaky moan. One hand snakes around to cradle the back of your head, giving you no room to part from his tongue sliding against yours as he runs it over the sharp points of your canines, the other skirting down your side, caressing the curve of your waist to settle on your hip. He draws back hardly an inch when your nails begin to dig a little too tight into his shoulders, allowing you to draw in inordinate lungfuls of air as he smears gentle kisses down the unmarked slope of your neck. "My pretty girl...', he murmurs the words into the freshly blooming mark under your jaw, 'so good for me, always." You've had barely 30 seconds to breathe before his tongue is back in your mouth, greedily swallowing every little breathy moan you let out, groaning low when you cant your hips up into his. He pulls away again seconds later, dipping his forehead to rest on yours, lips still so close you're sharing every dizzying inhale. "Hahh... you're beautiful like this, you know?" he whispers against your cheek, you whine, threading your arms together behind his neck, and his mouth is back on yours - only this time he's kissing a little harder and the hand at your hip is busying itself with the zipper of your jeans.

Mocking sympathy. {Sully}

"Aw, does it hurt?', he says it in that condescending tone he knows makes your spine arch just that little bit harder, 'poor baby." You can make out the cocky curve of his lips through your murky vision, blurred with tears that bead at your waterline and leave damp trails down your cheeks. Your legs stay hooked over his hips, tremoring every time the head of his cock grinds deep into that sweet spot inside you and his free hand glides over your abdomen, pressing down onto the faint outline of him distending your stomach. It's Liu's face that leans in to swipe the salty tracks on your face off with his tongue, grinning with wolfish satisfaction, but it's not your Liu that laughs dark under his breath, "Aw, too much? Need me to slow down?", before snapping his hips into yours with even more brute force than before.

Ben Drowned

Shotguns his blunt into your mouth.

It's intoxicating, the way his thumb traces your spit coated lower lip, parting them for him before blowing a cloud of heated smoke into your lungs. He does it so effortlessly, tapping the blackening ash off into that stupid minecraft ash tray you got him months ago without even having to look at what he's doing. Your mind blurs with each hazy inhale, anchoring yourself in the weight of the inky jet pools staring back at you - ignoring the smug little smirk he has on his face. He rubs his thumb across your lip once more, smearing a track of saliva down your chin with a breathy laugh before withdrawing, tugging you down onto his shoulder as he leans back onto his bed, illuminated by the glow of monitors that outline the next billowing cloud of smoke that he exhales.

Sits you on his lap while he games.

He drags your hips on top of his the second you sit down, facing you towards the harsh glare of a monitor while his arms settle loosely around your waist, grasping the controller in front of you. You're not sure if his goal all along was to draw your attention to his nimble fingers, the way they moved with such precise speed across the controller, flicking the joysticks up and down - faintly reminding you of something else... Well he was practically begging you to ride his fingers by doing that. Which is how you ended up with three slender fingers curling and prodding at your most sensitive spot as you muffled high-pitched cries of pleasure in his neck. "So needy for me babe, heh.", he laughs while deft fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of your clenching walls as he brings his thumb to your throbbing clit, flicking up and up repeatedly.

A/N: Going back to my roots (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I need Toby & Jeff sb...

kawaiiibunnii

me when I'm thirsting over a creepypasta character and then some bitch says "btw they would kill you if they were real."

voxslut3434

bully!gojo and his kind of aftercare

"alright, up you get." he says as he rises up off you, giving your ass a soft slap. he smirks at the way you don't move, body still trembling and shaking. he knows that he could bring you to another ten orgasms if he wanted to, but he didn't feel like making you pass out tonight.

"c'mon, baby, i didn't get ya too hard, did i?" he says, voice slightly high and mocking sweetly as he leaning back over you, searching for your face where it hides under your hands.

he sighs softly as he begins to rub his hand up and down your waist, a warm, gentle touch. you swallow and he leans down to kiss your ear.

"shower or bath?"

"b-bath, please."

"ah, such good manners. of course."

he gently rises again and moves to his luxury bathroom, and you hear him turn the tap on and test the warm water. you lie on his bed, eyes shut as you relax your body, all while he shuffles around you. he grabs a warm, damp cloth and carefully opens your legs, wiping you down.

"y'know, this is my favorite part of the whole thing."

"wiping your cum off me?"

"taking care of you."

you roll your eyes, too cock drunk to care about what your words might mean., especially to him.

"oh please, you don't take care of me. you act like you hate me."

he pauses for a moment, contemplating your words before standing again and checking the water and finally turning it off. he comes over to where you lay and slowly picks you up bridal style. "up we get."

he carries you to the bath as you yawn against him and slowly he puts you into the warm water. you hum and sink into it with ease, eyes shutting in contentedness.

"that feel good honey?"

"yes."

"good. now scooch over."

he makes his way in next to you, before maneuvering you onto his lap. you lay against him, his warm body firm and yet gentle behind you. you allow yourself the comfort of drifting off, knowing he will hold you up if he needs to.

"i, i know i'm not the best. but i really do want to take care of you. if you want money, kids, to travel, i'm right behind you."

"you're always right behind me."

"yeah, but i mean in a good way, not a weird way."

"hm, sure."

"don't worry sweetheart, i'm going to do whatever i can to prove it to you."

g0dfaking

purrtoru

satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .

the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.

“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”

“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”

“i definitely didn’t.”

“no? must’ve imagined it.”

you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.

“you interrupted me again,” you say.

“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”

another kiss.

“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”

“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.

psikuu

dirrty - sparring with satoru leads to you realising just how much you like him dominating you...

cw: dom!satoru, spanking, mild degradation, slight dacryphilia, choking, creampie, not proof-read

wc: 2k

“kick his ass sensei!”

“yeah, i believe in you!”

the cheering from your students made you bite back a chuckle as you stood before your husband in the middle of the training field. the two of you had been pushed into an unexpected position — your second years and his first years betting on who would win in a fight.

whilst you were an experienced sorcerer as well — strong and capable with a powerful technique — you couldn’t act like beating your husband was something realistic. not when your husband was satoru gojo. even though he was very clearly going easy on you (neither of you wanted to hurt each other after all) it was impossible to touch him thanks to his infinity, and as much as you were having fun, you wanted to show off a little more in front of your students. he couldn’t have the spotlight all the time after all.

“c’mon,” you groaned through pants, a small grin still glued to your face because the whole thing really was amusing. “ditch the infinity already you coward.”

the word hit him like a slap to the face coming from you, and like the masochist he was, his expression exploded into something dangerously amused, six eyes gleaming at you like a predator would lock onto prey, blindfold long discarded. you were putting up a good fight so far, and god was he enjoying himself.

“coward, huh?” he snorted, releasing his infinity in the same breath and making the other students hold their breath. “fine. let’s do this fist to fist.”

“that means no cursed energy from you either~”

it was hard to tell who struck first with how fast fists were flying and bodies were moving, your students struggling to keep up with who was doing what. what was clear, however, was how right the two of you were together. where he excelled in brute force and speed, you dominated in stealth and precision, both of you struggling to land punches on each other.

that was when it happened.

you didn’t have time to blink as he faked that sweep and instead grabbed you by your collar before you could gloat about dodging such an obvious attack, your body hitting the ground with a thud after being thrown to the ground face first. everyone fell silent at that, watching eagerly as you tried to get up just to be shoved back to the ground again by a large hand on your shoulder blade and his knee beside your hip, trapping you.

“got you,” he sneered, watching as you squirmed and struggled uselessly beneath him before accepting your fate and falling limp to the ground. “i win.”

as much as you wanted to say something smart in retaliation, the words died on your tongue the second he pressed you down with just a little more pressure, and suddenly you felt a strange heat fill your stomach. it was weirdly thrilling — both of you panting and sweaty while he practically manhandled you to the ground beneath him. your heart was racing both from the adrenaline of the fight and the thoughts swirling into your mind. he was always such a gentle man with you, so this? this was new. exciting.

it was something you couldn’t stop thinking about even hours later when you returned home, darting straight to the bedroom to change out of your uniform. you’d been sweating in it after all. it desperately needed to be washed and so did you.

you weren’t surprised when satoru had entered shortly after you, just as you had peeled off your shirt, revealing your bra to his already hungry eyes. he didn’t say anything at first, just placed his hands on your hips to pull you in for a kiss, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “i’m all sweaty and gross from you pushing me into the ground earlier,” you teased, making him pout.

“you make it sound so cruel,” satoru murmured. “i didn’t push you — i gracefully pinned my gorgeous wife after an epic battle.” he pulled you flush against him again and you scoffed at his words.

“it was far from graceful. you were crushing me. you’re not exactly light you know.” satoru laughed against your lips at that, a low rumbling sound, before he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip playfully.

“crushing you?” he repeated, feigning horror. “i was gentle! delicate even — like i was handling a flower!” to emphasise his point, he fluttered his lashes at you like he was the picture of innocence itself, his heart fluttering seeing you laugh at his poor attempt at a defence.

you leaned in to press a quick pick to his lips. “i wasn’t complaining,” you hummed with a smirk that undid him entirely — mischief masking itself behind such a sweet smile like you know exactly what you were doing to him. “is that so?”

satoru kept his hands on your hips, walking you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you had no choice but to sit, leaning back on your hands as he towered over you, a thick air of tension suddenly filling the room while his eyes bore into yours.

“if i’m being honest, i actually liked it,” you confessed, watching the way his lips twitched into a wider smirk. just thinking about it all made your stomach pool with heat. the way his big hands held you down…how easily he had overpowered you..that slightly crazed smile when you’d managed to land a punch on him earlier…

he didn’t miss the way your thighs shifted together in an attempt to relieve that familiar ache between them, his cock twitching in his pants at the knowledge that you’d enjoyed (and were most definitely turned on by) him pinning you down. that you liked his strength. naturally it went to his head. both of them

seeing you like this — cheeks slightly flushed from just the memory alone, both of you still a little hot from earlier, and your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him — he couldn’t hold back anymore, pushing you onto the bed properly while he began lifting his shirt off, throwing it somewhere across the room. “liked it, huh?” his voice was half growl, half teasing lilt, but his eyes were intense, a sign he wasn’t just joking around anymore. the boner he was sporting further affirmed that, brushing against your thigh when he leaned in to press hungry kisses to your jaw, grazing you with his teeth just to hear you make those pretty noises for him.

his breath was warm against you, fingers reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra so he could feel every inch of you. he lived for the way you whimpered when his lips wrapped around one of your already pebbled nipples, groaning at the salty taste of your skin. if anything it turned him on more. “toru…” your body arched up into his without thinking, breathy and needy.

“what is it baby? what do you need, hm?” he released your nipple just to meet those eyes of yours staring down at him with raw want. “want it rough…please?”

and god, how could he say no to a request like that? especially after finding out how much you’d like it earlier when he got a little rough with you. without giving you any form of a warning, he flipped your over onto your stomach, manhandling you so that you were in a prone position with just your ass lifted up a little for him. a gasp left your lips when he tugged your skirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him so he could see your panties, along with the clear wet patch you’d left on them.

“you sure you can take it?” satoru jeered, a final sort of warning so you couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into asking for this. at your desperate nod he reached for the waistband of those black panties, tugging on them until they ripped off of you, making your breath hitch.

“it’s your funeral~”

and he really wasn’t joking.

you hardly knew where you were or even who you were at this point. all you knew was that his hips were ramming into you without mercy, ignoring your whines and the way you were clawing at the sheets beside you. satoru had a hand gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into the plush skin there as he held you down, making you take it while he grunted above you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, keeping your face flat against the mattress where you were already drooling.

“ah-ah, no running,” he tisked, an almost cruel lilt to his voice when he felt you squirming beneath him. he was pounding into you with a pace so relentless you could hardly form any thoughts, let alone beg him to slow down. “you wanted this didn’t you?” still, you tried to say something. a plea for…well..you didn’t really know what it was you wanted. either way it didn’t matter because the moment you tried lifting your head to talk he had shoved your face right back into the sheets, making you moan.

“fuck, you’re so filthy,” he groaned, feeling how your walls squeezed him tighter after that. your body alone told him everything. how much you were enjoying this. “you love being treated like this, don’t you? being held down and manhandled..” the broken whine you let out made his hips stutter for a moment, head tipping back with another groan because this was so fucking hot.

a loud crack filled the room as he let go of your hair to deliver a slap to your ass, an action that made you jerk slightly in surprise, even as another moan was dragged out of you at a second slap. “god, i’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, clearly getting as carried away as you were, a large hand splaying across your lower back, pulling you back against each of his thrusts.

tears began to fill your eyes from just how good, yet how overwhelming everything felt — his cock stretching you out and hitting the deepest parts of you that only he could reach. each dirty grumble of his as he made you take everything. the desperate need to cum already. “don’t cry baby,” he cooed, but you knew better than to think he was serious. “you can take it. you will.”

and something about him saying it like that, like he would make sure if it, had you mewling like a stray cat against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric with such force he almost wished you were marking up his back with those nails instead. “gonna fill this pussy up…fuck, you want that right?”

both hands slid up your back until they reached the back of your neck, wrapping around it with just enough force to keep you pinned down and restrict some of your air flow, but nowhere near enough to really hurt. as much as he was getting off on this power play he didn’t feel like harming his wife. “you’ll take it all for me, won’t you?”

the noises you were making were sinful as you neared your orgasm, legs shaking slightly as he began to speed up his pace, groans being pulled from his throat more frequently now, and you could tell his orgasm was approaching soon too. a few more strokes was all you needed before you were crying out in pleasure, clamping down around him as you saw white. it was intense and dizzying, hitting you so suddenly and causing your whole body to jerk while satoru continued to grind into you until he found himself cumming too.

you were too tight, too warm, and with a final, deep thrust he was spilling himself inside of you. filling you up just like he said he would and leaving you lying limply against the bed as you tried to come too. you hadn’t even felt him collapse on top of you until he was peppering kisses down from the back of your neck to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings.

you were utterly spent and probably close to passing out, but god did you love it.

i love gojo so much idc

masterlist

tsuyane01

table scene

voxslut3434

bully!gojo who attempts to court you....... again.........

freakshou

shouta pretends not to make a big deal over his godlike physique in bed. not that you have time to verbalize it when he's spearing you on his cock as the warm up part of his exercise routine. unless, he's busy making a slick mess of his own cum all over his six pack abs.

when he's balls deep, it's criminal - those beefy arms, veins that bulge with each flex of his biceps and his tendency to trap both of your wrists behind the small of your back with only one large hand. he claims it's just his natural instinct at this point, having subdued and disarmed countless villains with similarly swift movements.

no way would he fuck a villain like this, though. he reserves a special type of brutality when it comes to splitting his girlfriend in half, one that doesn't involve his capture weapon. he doesn't need it, not with a lover who offers her sweet body up so willingly. your submission feeds his ego unlike anything else, a drug he'll forever be addicted to. to your dismay, not all positions make it possible to witness his masterfully sculpted abs flex and broad chest heave.

the solution had its downsides, forcing him to pull out just as he's about to cum. but hell, was it worth it - hearing the slap of his massive cock slapping against his stomach and leaking pre cum down his shaft. the rapid stroking of his cock that slows near his tip when he's right there. the guttural groans torn from his throat as each jerk of his hips has even more cum pooling near his happy trail.

outside of the bedroom, don't actually remind him how fucking sexy he is. there's a slim chance he'll take your word for it, but it gives him more of an incentive to work out.

inarastypewriter

Accidentally texting the JJK men the rest of the Tea!

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

- repost from my old account

doraexe

Proxies also need to rest

voxslut3434

bully!gojo who decides if you're not gonna be with him, you're not going to be with sukuna either.

gojo had been hitting himself all week over the way he treated you. of course, you weren't to blame for his problems, for breaking up with him, but it still hurt to know that you moved on so quickly.

when he hears word of a party happening at toji's, he decides to go. not to have fun, but to hopefully catch sukuna hanging around with that stupid fucking girl who was way more idiotic and disgusting than you.

gojo knows you, and he knows that you won't be at the party because of an upcoming chemistry test. you were always his good, smart girl.

he spends the rest of the week anxious until the night finally comes, and the party is loud. gojo makes his way through toji's house, no longer one of the drinkers or the ilves of the party, but instead there to try and make amends.

as he guessed, you weren't there, but your sweet little boyfriend was. gojo watches sukuna from a safe distance, watching as the broad man blends in and yet looks remarkable against the disco lights and the crowd of people. he smiles and laughs comfortably, a drink in hand and a joint in the other.

gojo stands watching, ignoring the few girls who try to come up and talk to him. he needs to focus here, this is you on the line.

after an hour of waiting, the same girl from the parking lot comes up to sukuna. obviously a little drunk, she slings her arms around sukuna's neck, giggling when he smirks and tries to push her away. after a few more moments of attempting to 'fight' her off, sukuna finally takes her away.

as they move upstairs, gojo creeps up behind them. he stands silently outside the bedroom they're in and waits, waits ever so patiently for the perfect moment.

at any time when he questions what he's doing, why he's being so weird, he remembers you. how sweet and kind and deserving you are. gojo thinks that if you're not going to be with him, you at least deserve a better man that sukuna.

he waits until zippers are down and panting emerges, the sound of kissing making gojo both sick and jealous of the past he had with you. he takes out his phone and starts filming before bursting into the room.

"i caught you, you fucking dick!" he yells, running over to where sukuna lays on top of the girl. she squeals and covers her head while sukuna stares in shock. finally, a rage washes over his features and he huffs, trying to snatch the camera when he sees it.

"the fuck are you doing, huh?" sukuna yells, trying to grab gojo, but he's too slow. gojo huffs behind the camera, eyes looking at sukuna's, before it suddenly becomes too much.

quickly throwing his phone on a desk, he lunges. he was always a little shorter than sukuna, a little smaller too, but if the issue is about you? he's always going to give it all he has.

the girl runs out as the two spar, hitting and pulling and shoving all around the room. after many moments of struggle, sukuna shoves gojo to the ground with a nosebleed and bruised face before clothing himself and storming out of the room.

gojo pants, body a little shaky as he stands and grabs his phone. he wastes no time sending the video to you, as long with a message.

'i'm so sorry baby'

a/n: i hope yall like this bc i kinda hate my writing atm.........

orangeflowerr

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

⭑.ᐟ ────── 0.4k words, armin arlert x reader, fluff, f!reader, au/slight canon verse, kissing, skinship, suggestive?, self indulgent, lowercase intended proofread but may still have errors. <3

BF! ARMIN loves reading to you.

The rain pours outside, pelting the windows of your shared apartment. Both of you cuddled upon the couch, he shifts so your back is resting snuggly against his chest. An arm snakes around your waist as the other holds the book he was once silently reading as he begins to read aloud.

BF! ARMIN who kisses your injuries away.

If you find yourself with a paper cut that isn’t noticeable to the naked eye or anything that may possibly have the ability to cause you pain, he’s rushing over, face full of worry and concern. Tending to the ‘injury’ as if it were life threatening. After cleaning the so called wound, he’s pressing light kisses to that area and whispering you sweet nothings.

BF! ARMIN who loves the beach (who would’ve guessed)

As soon as the temperature gets warm enough, his first stop is the nearest beach, it doesn’t matter how many times he’s visited he still acts like it’s the first time. He’s dragging you by the hand as he wades into the water until it’s touching your knees. Armin loves to go seashell hunting, giving you only the ones he deems the ‘prettiest’. Tide pools are his favourites, he enjoys peering into every single one upon the beach. If there’s a sea creature he is for sure telling you a fact about them, his face lighting up every time.

“Hey, [Name]! Look at this!”

“Did you know starfish have statocysts an organ that helps tell then when they’re right side up!”

BF! ARMIN and hand holding

He always likes to have a hold of your hand whenever you go out. Giving it a squeeze is his silent way of asking if you’re ok in certain situations. If he needs reassurance he will interlink pinkies with you, a discrete way to feel grounded without drawing attention.

BF! ARMIN prefers sweet and slow kisses

He loves coming home to you, kissing every inch of you that is available to him. Preferring to place them upon your forehead and the top, as he reaches down to do so. Lazy afternoons when you’re tangled up together he takes your wrist in his hand placing kisses in the inner part where the hand meets the forearm. If he’s feeling a bit more risky, he’ll slowly kiss the inner corners of your mouth as his makes his way to your lips.

BF!ARMIN who’s attentive

Armin would listen to you yap for hours about the most mundane of topics as long as he got to listen to your voice. He’s the type to get to an item you’d mentioned once as a passing comment and knows exactly what to get you for celebrations such as birthdays, anniversaries or Christmas. If you feel sick he is right there beside you armed with the necessaries, he doesn’t care if in the process he gets sick as long as your recovering well. Sensing that you may feel exhausted or burnout he’ll be there, from a distance at first making things just that bit easier until you give him the go ahead to cuddle.

⭑.ᐟ ────── authors note: the title honestly has nothing to do with the plot, i just liked the name of the song. you can thank bio for that starfish fact, and flame my teacher if it’s wrong.

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slllieeepyy

suguru practically strangles you when the two of you are sleeping

you’re in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.

he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.

“baby. c’mere.” he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.

“m’literally as close to you as possible, sugu.” you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.

not to mention, it’s already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriend’s vice grip around you is not helping.

he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.

“suguruuu,” you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. “you’re actually burning me.”

“oh, so you don’t like cuddling with me now?”

“it’s not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.”

he loosens his hold by a fraction. “that better for you, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.

you just sigh, giving into the fact that you’ll never be able to win against him, but you know that you’re right where you want to be.

||a/n: come here suguru…

- vie 💤

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Dudes perfectly roasted & ready to devour ☀️ 🧴

hidingwhere

♡ﾟbear!hybrid nanami who…

has a tendency of sleeping for over 18 hours at a time on his weekends off and proceeds to grumble every single time when he finds out you’ve deep cleaned the house in that time, cooked dinner, meal prepped for the upcoming week and gone shopping without him. You should be relaxing with him! So why on earth are you doing all the work? A deep massage and many kisses is the only way he’ll forgive you.

bear!hybrid nanami who always raids the kitchen of any berries, nuts and fish you have. You’ll catch him in the middle of the night, fridge light illuminating his shirtless form, shoving handfuls of raspberries in his mouth at once. His ears twitch shamefully when he sees you watching him, embarrassment filling his entire body after eating all the food for the week again.

“It’s okay, ken. We can just go shopping and buy some more. It’s no trouble, really,” you reassure as he buries his face in your neck and mumbles strings of heartfelt apologies.

bear!hybrid nanami who hates when you don’t live in sync with your own menstrual cycle. Seeing you wake up early during your luteal phase and do intense workouts during your menstruation makes him cringe, and if he’s nearby he’ll drag you back to bed with him with the most offended expression you could possibly imagine. He knows how terrible he feels when he doesn’t stick to his own hibernation cycles, so he can only imagine how thrown off your body feels when you start demanding too much of it.

bear!hybrid nanami who has the biggest breeding kink ever. During his rut, all he can think of is filling you up with his cum and making you carry his babies. Just the thought of his own cum dripping out of your pulsing hole has him rutting against the mattress early in the morning. Nanami can barely keep his hands off you in the evenings, fingering you over the kitchen counter, eating you out on the couch, fucking you senseless in the bedroom.

bear!hybrid nanami who starts slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt you, but as soon as he bottoms out inside your warm, welcoming pussy, he snaps. His hips slam against your ass, lewd moans and grunts filling the room as he keeps you pinned against the mattress, chest to your back as an attempt to cage you in.

“Ken- kenny! Hmm, you’re sososoo big,” you squeak beneath him, face buried in the pillow as his bulbous cock head kisses your cervix with every thrust, just light enough to be noticed but not painful. Nanami only finishes after you’ve finished, the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sound of your sweet, delicate moans immediately sending him over the edge. His hips falter as he tries to thrust just a few more times before collapsing on top of you.

bear!hybrid nanami who keeps his cock nestled inside of you for the next few minutes before starting aftercare, wanting to make sure that every sperm cell has a chance to do its job. Even after he pulls out and cum dribbles from your hole, you still feel extremely bloated and full, one hand resting on your stomach as he tends to you with warm towels, hot drinks, and bucketfuls of affection.

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