We are constantly running from who we are... trying to be someone that we aren't. In a world full of peace, I would still choose the option full of chaos because it brings a comfort that peace will never have; peace is something that is earned, not deserved.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THEME SONGS
⌞JJK⌝
⤷ megumi's favourite position
toji's favourite position
gojo's favourite position
do that again - toji
pierce the tongue - choso
dead beat - toji
the choso-n pup - choso
two loners make a whole - yuji and megumi
dead beat - toji can’t keep a girl nor his kid
fingering, counter sex, cream pie, no protection, no consent is explicitly given, shitty dad toji. part one
it takes a full two days for the guilt of the hook up to settle deep into your gut and to slowly start gnawing on your bones. during those first few days though, you lived on a complete cloud, having toji's dick inside of you almost 24/7.
it wasn't just a hook up, it was more like hook ups considering that fact that toji hadn't left your apartment since he first fucked you. constantly bending you over the kitchen counter when you attempted to make breakfast or dinner, or do anything that fact.
and today? the third day that toji had been creating a comfy nest in your house, was no different.
his calloused hands massage your hips as you mix the batter of your cupcakes in a blue plastic bowl, his muscular chest pushing into your back. "you look so sexy when you do things like this ma,"
"making cupcakes makes me look sexy?" you tilt your head up, cocking one of your eyebrows in confusion. before you can add a witty comment, his lips are attacking yours in a wet sloppy kiss. you gasp in surprise and toji takes that as a sign to slip his tongue into your mouth.
you lazily suck on his tongue, hands stilling their movement on mixing the batter as you let toji explore your mouth like he had never kissed you before. his hard cock presses into your ass, his hands moving down to your ass to lift up his shirt that you were wearing.
toji slips two fingers down to your cunt, gathering the small amount of slick and spreading it around your pussy before slowly caressing your clit. you moan softly into the kiss, spreading your legs so they were shoulder width apart to allow him to slip a finger inside of you.
"good girl, so fuckin easy for me," toji mumbles against your lips, leaving a sharp nip to your bottom one before trailing a line of kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. his finger slowly pumps in and out of you, curling slightly, then he adds another, and another - stretching you out for his cock, though you didn't need too much prep since he had already had his cock balls deep in you twice today.
toji bends his legs ever so slightly so he can line up his cock perfectly with your hole. he thrusts in, full length in one go, hips slamming against your ass with a soft clap. you scream, finger's gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white.
"f-fuck!" your head hangs between your shoulders, toji's arm snaking around your waist so he could play with your clit whilst fucking you - making it clear that this was a quick thing rather than for pleasure. "s-slow down,"
"fuck you mean slow down bitch," toji lands a hard spank on your ass, moving his hand away from your clit and wrapping it around your throat to choke you. "this is MY pussy, if i wanna fuck it hard, i will. i'll do whatever i want to you," he pushes his thumb into your mouth, parting your lips and spitting into your mouth.
"tell daddy how grateful you are that he's fucking you so good," he smirks, squeezing your neck tighter so its harder for you speak.
"s-so grateful, thank you daddy, f-uck, harder daddy please, ruin my pussy. i'm your toy, all yours," you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as toji slams into your g-spot over and over again.
the sound of his phone ringing fills the large kitchen area of your downtown apartment, toji's thrusts however speed up rather than slow down as he grabs the phone.
"yeah?" no hello, no nothing, only a soft grunt as he stills momentarily before continuing to move. his hand moves from your throat to your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat so you were silent.
"aight, be there in 10," he ends the call, landing a harsh slap to your ass as he empties his balls in you for the 3rd time that day (another time that he'd go to the store and 'forget' the morning after pill, did it even work if you kept having sex after?)
"i-i didn't cum daddy," you sniffle, trying to clench hard enough around his dick that he couldn't pull out. "please daddy, wanna cum, please give me your cock!"
toji scoffs, "filthy bitch, look at you, what a state," he flips you around so he can see your tear stained face, puffy eyes, and cunt dripping cum all down your thighs. "and you're meant to be my future baby mommy? and you're this much of a whore?"
" 'm not a whore!" your eyes fill with a fresh wave of tears as toji turns around to grab a shirt and some pants off the back of the couch. "please don't leave me, please-" the door bell ringing cuts your pathetic begging off, maybe it was a silent sign from the man above that you needed to get your shit together.
toji holds a finger to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover the mess between your legs and opening the door. a tall man with white hair and a little kid which looked scarily like toji are on the otherside.
"and the man has a house now, this is big upgrade from the homeless shelter-"
"shut the fuck up," toji cuts the white haired man, who was wearing sunglasses on a day where it was pouring down outside, off snatching the kids backpack and the child from him.
"couldn't megumi just stay with you a little longer gojo? i'm in the middle of something," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "whatever, she'll look after him." toji walks out the apartment, slamming the door behind him as he leaves with gojo, and leaving you with his kid, megumi.
"DON'T FORGET THE PLAN B!" you attempt to scream down the hall but the door shuts in your face, and the child's face contours in an odd way - a mixture of disgust and boredom.
it seems that you weren’t the only person toji had left behind.
do that again
slapping, degrading, crying, evil boyfriend, megumi mentioned
toji's disapproving scowl hadn't left his face since you had came out of your shared bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of you, staring down at you.
"what?" you look up at him innocently, long eyelashes fluttering as you blinked, "did i do something wrong?" the question was stupid considering you both knew the answer, which was yes.
your stupid outfit.
a pair of black lace tights hugging your plush thighs far too close, so close that your precious plush was spewing out the tight net. a skirt far too short, so short you could see the perfect outline of your ass cheeks, and your shirt? non existent, a flimsy piece of black lace covering your arms and bra.
"toji,," you whine, small hands wrapping around his large bicep, "you haven't got ready for our date yet," you lean on your tip toes lips brushing against his jawline and smearing some of your lipgloss.
toji scoffs, parting his lips to answer your dumb question but he refrains, holding himself back. finally using the minimal amount of self control that he had. you huff, turning on your heal so you were no longer facing him.
"you know what you did wrong," he wraps a hand around your waist, forcing you to turn around and face him. your eyes widen slightly, like a deer in headlights, before your met with a large, hand wrapping around your throat, another colliding with your cheek.
"what the fuck was that for!" you spit, wet, hot spit landing on your boyfriend's cheek. "i didn't do anything? god forbid a girl dresses up-" another slap, this time harder than the last.
a red hand print is already forming on your cheek, a matching one blossoming under toji's hand that was tightly holding onto your neck.
"you know what you fucking did wrong." is all he says. over. and over. and over again. and after almost 15 minutes of slapping you, choking you, and full on ignoring your sad excuse of an apology you somehow still manage to not know what toji was hinting at.
"i-im sorry daddy! please forgive me," you sob into the space between you, your make up completely ruined from the holy trinity: crying, slapping, and choking.
toji's hand hovers over your face, millimetres away from slapping you again but he stops. eyes widening at what you called him. sure, he liked being in power but usually you guys stayed away from the daddy stuff since megumi called him daddy and it just made things awkward. but seeing you, all beaten up and bruised, begging for his forgiveness, made toji's cock stiffen.
"fuck me baby girl," he drops his hands from your throat and face, wrapping them around your waist before cupping your ass. "when you say things like that, it almost makes up for the fact you're dressing like a total slut," he smashes his lips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your stomach.
you mewl, lips excitedly moving against your moving against his, the first bit of affection your boyfriend had showed you in almost 2 hours. 2 whole fucking hours he had been ignoring you all because of your damn outfit.
"call me daddy again." toji hoists you up by the backs of your thighs, carrying you over to the couch before dropping you and crawling on top of you.
"daddy," your lips chase his as he pulls away, a smug smirk plastered across toji's face. "daddy please," you wrap your legs around his waist so he can't walk away, your eyes starting to swell from the amount of crying you had done.
"ah ah," toji shrugs your legs off of his waist, spreading your thighs wide. "whore's don't own things do they?" his hands roam up and down your legs, squeezing every once in a while, "they get shared around, their pussies, their belongings, nothing belongs to them." he grabs the middle of your tights with both of his hands, ripping the fabric in half.
"and since you wanna act like a whore baby girl?" he rubs his thumb across your soaked panties, the white lace thong see through from how wet the spanking had made you (maybe you had cum untouched, but that was something toji never had to know)
gojo's favourite sex position!
idrk what to tag it haha
gojo was a man of many talents, whether it be being his martial arts, or adopting children, or playing video games, gojo was almost the best at it. it was a natural talent that he had, a golden touch even, just seconds with him could brighten up your day.
gojo was the sun to your moon, the stars to your sky, the wind to your hot day, the day to your z if you will. where ever you went, gojo did. where ever gojo went, you went.
for a man that was amazing at everything, he was horrendous at letting go. at being independent when it came to you.
for a man that was so confident in everything, he preferred to lay back and relax when it came to sex, usually letting you use him rather than him doing the work. why? because he was already too good at making you feel good, and it was nice to watch you fall apart on his cock on your own accord.
your hips are burning from straddling gojo's lap, sharp acrylic nails that he had paid for only a few days ago digging into his broad shoulders as you attempt to slide down his entire length. your cunt stretches wide, a pained gasp coming from your kiss swollen lips.
"slow down puppy, my cocks not going anywhere," gojo's lips pull upwards into a cocky smirk as his hands move from your hips to your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. "take your time baby, make yourself feel good on daddy's cock,"
you roll your eyes, "t-told you to stop calling yourself that it's disgusting," you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders to try and gain control over the situation, to show even an ounce of dominance that could put your boyfriend in his place.
"naww, but i am your daddy aren't i pup?" gojo thrusts up to make your ass flush against his thighs, forcing you to take his entire length in one go. "you obey me, sit pretty for me, do what i say. i'd say that makes me your daddy, maybe even your master?"
you moan, head falling forwards to land on his broad shoulder, hands dropping down to his stomach to scratch at his abs. cow girl always made you feel your boyfriend so deep it felt like he was in your throat rather than your pussy.
"s-shut up," you sink your teeth into his neck in annoyance and a high pitched moan comes from your boyfriend. you slowly rock your hips against him, clit brushing against his lower abdomen. "s-so big,"
"i know sweetheart," gojo grabs a fistful on your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look at him, "biting isn't nice though is it baby? do we need to get you a muzzle puppy? is that what you need?" he grabs your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, squishing your cheeks together so you couldn't bite him again.
you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, digging your nails into his abs deeper, so deep you could almost feel his skin tearing. "do you need your claws cut too pup?" gojo wraps his free arm around your waist, holding you in place as he sets up an almost deadly pace with how fast he starts to fuck up into you.
your eyes roll into the back of your head, drool coating your lips as your boyfriend removes every single thought from your head using his cock. your stomach bulges slightly when he fully bottoms out, an evil grin tugging on his lips.
Hii! i dont wanna pressure but wheres the part two of the fic where Toji leeches on rich girls from a few days ago?
gulp i got a bit distracted …. i’ll work on it now LMAO i’m so sorry baby i got caught up in my tv show and i spent ages at the park with my cat n i was buying parts for my new car…..
i’m gonna go to my pc rn! tho i am getting my hair braided.. oh well she can see me write porn
pierce the tongue
emo! choso (mommy kink, praise, pussy eating, squirting, fingering, face riding)
your boyfriend had always been quiet, hiding behind a face full of eyeliner and unique markings he drew on himself, long hair tied up in two messy space buns, and his clothes either too tight or oversized - no in between.
his wired headphones worked over time, always plugged into the ipod in his pocket - he refused to buy bluetooth headphones, claiming they were a waste of time. the scent of cigarettes clung to him like a second skin, chapped lips hugging the end of a cig like it was the only way he could consume oxygen.
he was an outcast to the entire university, lingering in the smoking areas during lecture changes just so he wouldn't have to walk in the crowd, wearing his hood up despite it being far too hot to even have a hoodie on.
choso was just.. well, choso.
you yawn, shuffling around in the warmth of your bed which you shared with your boyfriend. your bonnet is halfway hanging off of your head, any attempts to prevent your hair from becoming frizzy going out the window.
your hand reaches out for your boyfriend, to feel the familiar warmth of his broad chest under your finger tips, however you're met with nothing but cold sheets. your eyes flutter open, choso's side of the bed made neatly, his moth man build a bear sitting up against his pillows.
"ugh," you stretch your limbs out in attempts to wake yourself up, joints cracking in protest. "where did he go now?" you mumble to yourself as you slide out of bed and head to the kitchen to be met by an amazing first sight of the morning: choso in only his underwear in the kitchen.
"g'mornin baby," he greets you before he even turns around, long hair messy and not styled, covering the front of his eyes as he does whatever the heck he's doing at 9 AM on a saturday morning. "sorry for leaving you in bed alone, i had an appointment."
your eyebrow quirks, choso rarely left the house on his own unless it was to visit his younger brother. "this early in the morning?" you wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your cheek against the ink skin of his back.
"yeah, i got you something from the bakery though," he turns around with a smirk on his face. "it's in the fridge."
you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at choso with a slightly annoyed expression, "you look like you've done something you shouldn't have," your arms slowly unwrap from around his waist as you make your way over to the fridge to grab the iced coffee and the slice of cream cake.
"haven't done anything baby," choso clings to your back like a koala, lifting you up and setting you down on the kitchen counter. "just wanna kiss you, been weeks," he mutters into your neck, his lips already leaving wet marks along the side of your neck.
"you're the one who said you couldn't kiss me for 8 weeks!" you turn your head to the side in annoyance, "i don't want to kiss you now anyway,"
"don't be like that baby," choso guides your jaw so you're facing him again, his snake bites glinting in the soft morning light of the kitchen, his eyebrow piercings making him look even more handsome. you huff, opening your mouth to protest once again, however, you're met with his lips on yours.
you whine, hands going to his shoulders, sharp nails digging into the soft flesh before you feel it: choso's tongue running across your lip with an oddly cold ball.
your hands tighten ever so slightly on his shoulders, mouth opening in confusion - which choso uses as his chances to slide his tongue into your mouth, lapping at every single crevice like a starved man.
the taste of your boyfriend floods your mouth, a sense of warmth spreading through out your body. it had been so damn long since you had felt his lips on yours, and with the new piercing? it felt ten times better.
"i got my tongue pierced a few weeks ago, had the bar downsized today," choso pulls away from the kiss with a grunt, his hands parting your thighs so he could slot himself between them. "do you like it?"
you nod, "but you should've told me, you shouldn't go get body mods without mentioning it to me," you grab a fistful of his hair and choso's eyes widen. "let's put this new piercing to work."
choso whimpers as you shove him down to his knees, his cock already starting to harden in the thin material of his boxers. "yes ma'am."
the title has you moaning out in satisfaction, spreading your thighs wide and hooking one of your ankles around your boyfriend's neck to stuff your cunt in his face.
choso follows your silent instructions immediately, lapping at your slit and running the metal ball of his piercing across your clit to make you mewl. he moves his tongue downwards, grinding the bridge of his nose into your clit as his tongue explores your enterence.
"f-fuck!" your toes curl in pleasure as the new feeling of choso's pierced tongue exploring your insides alongside his fingers. "such a good boy, eating me so well, fucking hell, you should-should of got this done 3 years ago."
choso smiles into your pussy at your praise, his own hips grinding against nothing but the air as he lets you get off using his tongue, nose, and fingers. your wetness runs down his chin but he doesnt care, instead, he double downs as soon as he feels your cunt squeeze his fingers extra tight - you were close.
"right there, fuck fuck fuck! i'm gonna cum. gonna make mommy cum on your tongue baby? nghh yes yes yes! FUCK!" your words are a stream of incoherent babbles as you squirt all over your boyfriend's face, his fingers quickly moving to your clit to draw out your orgasm.
choso's entire face is covered in your squirt, hair slightly damp, mouth full of your essence as he looks up at you and swallows it. his cheeks are flushed red, tongue hanging out of his mouth before he rests his chin on your knee.
"did i do good mommy? did it feel good?" he bats his eyelashes, the faint eyeliner he had put on this morning running down his cheeks.
"perfect as always baby, lets get you sorted out though hm?" you tangle your hand in his hair once again, tugging him up to his feet. "meet me in the bedroom okay?" choso nods, already running off to the bedroom, he loved being obedient.
you look down at the puddle of squirt below you, some still dripping from your thighs, "i guess there's a first time for everything," you chuckle to yourself, sliding off of the counter top and grabbing your strap on harness from the clean laundry pile.
"let me show him how thankful i am for that damned piercing."
choso had always been slightly more dominant when it came to doing domestic tasks, he rarely let you do the dishes, take the trash out, or do anything which involved hard lifting.
he was your buff boyfriend for a reason.
he constantly felt a need to protect you, whether it be from humans or from other curses around him, you always had to be near him.
at first, it seemed stupid, being cooped up in choso's arms 24/7, forced to hold his hand in public, and wear a shirt which he had sprayed gallons of cologne on. at first, it all seemed over bearing until he proposed the unthinkable.
a fucking collar with a leash.
"baby, it's just so i can keep a closer eye on you, you never know who's around now a days," choso tightens the soft black leather around your neck despite your growls and whines of protest.
"i'm not a dog choso! i'm a human! get this thing off of me," you try and push him off but the size difference works against you rather than in favour. you huff in defeat when the leash is attached to the collar, a constant tugging feelings spreading through your neck and shoulders.
"c'mon baby, don't you wanna be a good girl for me?" his large hand lands a loving pat on the top of your head, blunt nails scratching lightly where your dog ears would have been if you were a real dog. "just this once baby girl, look pretty for daddy and he'll give you a reward, hm?"
the softness of choso's words contradict his actions: his wrist tightening its grip on the leash to pull you into his chest, the airflow to your brain getting cut off, making your thoughts fuzzy.
"embarrassing," you fight the urge to call him daddy, you fully force yourself to deny the fact that choso was indeed forcing you into submission rather than slowly letting you drop at your own rate. "don't wanna be a dog-"
"my dog," choso corrects you, tilting your head up with his forefinger and thumb, "you're all mine baby, just stop fighting it, daddy's here," his lips brush against yours as he speaks before pulling you into a desperate kiss.
your hands grasp his shoulders whilst his squeeze your waist, slowly snaking around to paw at the plushness of your ass. spit starts to collect on your tongue, smearing across both of your lips before running down your chin. your hips rut forwards in attempts to generate some friction against your now soaked cunt.
"say it, say that you're my dog, my puppy," choso grunts into the kiss, wedging his knee between your thighs so you could grind down against him.
you pull away from the kiss and stare up at him: pupils blown so wide your irises are barely visible, hands still scratching at his shoulders, and your hips now grinding against his large thigh.
" 'm your puppy daddy," all earlier fights against your submission had been lost - like you had predicted anyway- the overwhelming need to please your boyfriend replacing any coherent thoughts in your mind.
"adda good girl, now, let's go out," choso yanks his knee from between your legs, making you mewl and stumble ever so slightly. you look up at him with teary eyes, thighs trembling with need.
"you have to be good before i let you cum puppy, otherwise how will you learn to be a good girl for me?"
two loners make a whole
belgium malinois hybrid! yuji
yuji's tail thumps behind him in excited wags as he walks around the park, the dark red leather of his collar standing out against his tan skin. his ears were perked up, listening to the little sounds of nature to try and find a friend to play with.
a cluster of hybrids in the corner of the park catch yuji off guard, his tail wagging harder as he runs over to them. "hii!" his sharp teeth flash in the light, "can i play with you guys?"
the group of hybrids grimace at the sight of the unknown boy in front of them: ungroomed fur, weird scars, and a smile that looked far too friendly to mean anything good.
"it's not my game, its his!" one of the hybrids points at a different member of the group who instead of replying, just walks away from yuji, making the rest of the group follow too.
feeling defeated, he drags his feet back over to you, head hanging low with a frown etched onto his face. yuji's ears are pinned to his head, a few tears threatening to spill from his eyes when he finally makes it back tot he bench you were perched on.
"no one wants to play with me mommy," his large hand's paw at your thigh before his far too big body is climbing into your lap. "said i'm too scary looking, too mean,"
your heart breaks at the sound of your pup being left out once again because of his unique fur markings. the lines a long his face made him look extremely intimidating despite yuji being the cutest, most pure pup to walk upon the earth.
"those hybrids are just assholes baby, ignore them," you rub soothing circles into yuji's back as he sobs into your shoulder, your fingers trailing down to scratch at the base of his tail.
however, the sound of yuji's disheartened cries must of spiked the interest of another owner: a tall man with bright white hair and black sunglasses with a similar aged hybrid with jet black spiky hair walking next to him attached to a chain.
the man's hybrid however, seems to be very disinterested in the park, all the owners in the park clutching their pups close to their sides as soon as said hybrid walked past them - the owner giving them an apologetic smile.
"are they leaving this fella out too?"
the sudden conversation catches you off guard, yuji's teeth baring in a tight growl at the sound of a man - he had always been extra protective ever since your ex boyfriend left you crying in bed for weeks on end.
"yeah, they say he's too scary looking, what ever that means," you sigh, "the same thing happening with your hybrid?" you cock your head in curiosity, the man pulling a confused expression before answering: "not so much, megumi keeps attacking the other animals-"
the white haired man pauses mid sentence when he see's that megumi, instead of growling and biting, is allowing yuji to sniff at his scent glands on his neck - still with a displeased expression, but his black spikey tail wagging gently suggests otherwise.
"mommy i like this one, he smells nice," yuji turns back to look at you with a dopey grin, "can i play with him please? i have a ball! look!" yuji frantically rummages through his travel bag you had bought to the park to try and find the tennis ball he usually played with.
megumi's eyes widen slightly at the sight of yuji being so interested by a tennis ball out of all things, the way he seemed to be completely enamoured by the damn ball.
"go play megumi, gojo needs some adult time," the white haired man refers to himself in the third person as he settles down on the bench next to you, already draping one arm across your shoulders.
"two loners should make friends, right beautiful?"
i had a dream about him and he called me a good girl.
not even in a freaky way like i’m a well behaved person and he called himself a bad boy and me a good girl and i genuinely can’t stop thinking about it.
