Julia!

22 years of life the occasional fanfic writer.

[satansdarlin]

batboy headcannons for when they manhandle you?? pretty please and thank you!

Whoo boy here we go :)

18+ MDNI

Contains: dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, and bruce wayne

D. Grayson

Dick is definitely a switch i wanna start that out by saying this

But in terms of man handling you its less of like an anger thing and more of pushing you to your limits

Dick is a tease, hes the type to put his hands a bit too low on your hips and walk away once his fingers dip below your waistband, hes the type to rest his hand on your thigh thumb creeping up until he pulls away, you get the picture.

You gotta remember dick is an asshole. Don't get me wrong, hes a really nice guy usually but he thrives in a slightly competitive relationship

So dick man handling you in the bedroom is less him pushing you around and more so him putting you in these insane positions and mocking you when you whine about it

The air was thick, your legs were aching as dick tossed you into another position. One of your legs up over his shoulder while the other curled around his hip. His palm slid down your calf and over your ankle before his thumb pressed into the sole of your foot and he tsked.

“Straighten it out more,” he hummed lazily snapping his hips into you with a forced that pushed the air out of your lungs.

You whined and babbled a bit “is too much- hurts cant take it-” you let out the high pitched whiney tone while dick rolled his eyes and his smirk broadened

“Aw poor baby. You cant take it? It hurts? I think you can and youre just being a little quiter,” he pouted down at you, “you know how to tap out baby. You wanna tap out?”

You shook your head drool dripping down your lips a bit, “nuh- uh”

His grin grew wicked, “theres my girl.” He hummed proudly before pressing his thumb hard into your ankle, “now straighten it out.”

J. Todd

Jason is very different from his brothers in my opinion.

In my own personal opinion as someone who has really loved jason todd for a very long time I think hes a switch leaning sub

NOW HOLD ON BEFORE YOU GET YOUR PITCHFORKS LET ME EXPLAIN

Jason can be the Dom in the bedroom and typically in the start of a relationship he absolutely is, there is no question to it. He wont sub.

But as he works on himself and you break through some of the nastier parts of him jason eases up.

(Jason also canonically has a thing for more dominate presenting women (artemis, huntress, ect))

Jason is inherently a guy who really really struggles with finding love and care especially from those he needed it most (his father, his bio mother, even bruce)

Thus when jason finally feels comfortable enough with you and you are both on the same page hes able to find comfort and love in you and trust you to be able to take care of him

Which is all this guy really wants.

In terms of manhandling for the same reason as he is a sub in my mind I dont think he would do it often

Sure he would try if you asked for it

But I dont think its something he is inherently into himself

For jason that kind of intimacy is deep and this soul connecting thing. Its the closest he can get to your soul y'know

And if he was to even accidentally hurt you he would spiral

Now you may throw your tomatoes at me :(

Jason's hands gripped your hips forcing you to go a bit harder. His head was tipped back eyes screwed shut and his cheeks a pretty pink.

“Thats it-thats it,” he whined, finger tips digging into your hips. When your hips slowed he let out a pathetic groan before his hands dug into your skin, fingernails leaving little indents, as he slammed you down again. “No- no dont get to stop now- fuck- fuckin love you- god youre so good- bet I can go a lil deeper yeah? Yeah-”

T. Drake

Now tim on the other hand

Bro has some real anger issues that no one ever talks about

Tim is barely hanging on a thread on a good day

Hes been through some shit and is consistently dogged on

He is the type to just push you over a counter, or even rough you up a bit (with consent of course)

He studies you of course before he feels like he can

Finds out your limits, tests the waters, always pulls back once hes gathered enough data

You also gotta remember this guy has game. Hes been around the block in the dating and situationship games.

For him its a release. He has all this build up, dealing with family stuff, dealing with YJ stuff, dealing with villains, dealing with being a ceo, honestly this guy goes through the ringer on a daily basis

So he gets to have this time with you when he can release all that frustration in a way thats pleasurable for both of you? Yeah his box is checked.

You barely had time to realize tim was home before he had gotten you into this position. Face pressed into the pillows as his fingers dug into your scalp sending pleasure filled pain shooting down your back. His other hand kept your hips yanked up as his hips slapped into yours bruisingly hard. You were whining into the pillows and he yanked on your hair. Not to pull you up but to shut you up.

“Shut up.” He grit out between groans, “fuckin today sucked- had to listen to whining all day. You can take it. You always take it. Now shut up and let me handle it.”

B. Wayne

Bruce in my book is kind of similar to jason

Hes not a sub though

Its more so he has this very deep worry of accidentally hurting someone he loves

But then again he has actively hit all of his children (minus cass) in moments of frustration

I think for him man handling you would be a once in a life time thing and it is rough

Like im talking cant walk the next day without support rough

Of course he checks in with you the whole time and makes sure you're okay but think of it this way

Youre not fucking bruce but rather fucking batman.

He was quiet. One hand wrapped around your throat as the other was pressed into your lower stomach. His eyes burning into you as you writhed under him making making sounds. He occasionally made a grunt or a half groan. No words though. It was like he hadnt taken off the cowl. Like you were staring justice in the face and it was also rearranging your guts at the same time. He had a bad day, he didnt get into the details with you. He might talk to you about it later. But right now he was focused on demolishing you piece by piece and rebuilding you back up by the time he was done.

[crucifihx]

— fem!afab!reader ♱ smut, jason in his late 50s, reader in early 30s, reader and jason are gym buddies teehee, bit of a slow build up, BREEDING KINK, MATING PRESS!, overstimulation, titty suckin, squirting, praise praise praise praise, jason's got a bit of a confidence problem, reader is flirty and confident. 2,063 words. this blog makes content for 20+ audiences only.

can we talk about dilf!jason todd? im going to talk about dilf!jason todd.

let’s talk about dilf!jason todd. we’ve all seen him. the silver strands that seem to speckle like stars in his undercut, the stern perpetual frown, the crow’s feet whenever he squints slightly, and oh god, the perpetual 5 o’clock shadow. no matter the lingering looks cast by people who walk past him on the street, no matter the batting eyelashes, no matter the amount of flirting will get him to understand that he is attractive.

what is there to be attracted to him anyway? he’d always argue with that same rationale with dick every time. he’s well into his 50’s, he’s nearing his 60’s, and he’s not exactly built like most men his age. sure, he’s still muscled and maintaining himself, but he’s got a bit of a belly that tells everyone he’s never going to lay off on sweet treats.

being a personal trainer at the gym, one of his favourite parts is learning about people.

you’re a little less than half his age, a gorgeous specimen of a human being who doesn’t look a day over your late 20's. jason’s already memorised your schedule like the back of his hand.

you’ll come in on tuesdays, thursdays, saturdays and sundays. never during peak hours or days. you do an upper/lower split for your workout, throwing in some core and cardio workouts scattered throughout the week. and more often than not, he’d catch himself sneaking glances when his client is taking a break, or in between his own sets.

you’ve noticed him. of course you have! who wouldn’t notice the hulking, almost brooding man living off of his pension who sometimes stares at you instead of doing his workouts?

you’re the one who actually approached him with some small talk. you had asked him to spot you one day after a while of doing nothing but sneaking glances at each other or smiling when passing by during your workouts. now, you've got a habit of just asking him to spot you when you really just want him to watch you.

then came the flirtatious banter. god, you’ve got a smart mouth on you.

“y’know, i’m old enough to be your father.” jason cocks an eyebrow when you take a rest between sets. he’s helping you out with your upper body day and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t let his eyes wander over your body while you’re focusing.

you lean back and tilt your head to the side questioningly. you like to do this, he’s noticed. you’ll pause, you’ll let your gaze travel from his face to his body, and when your eyes meet his, you’ll cock an eyebrow upward.

“that doesn’t seem to stop you from checking me out, though.” the corners of your lips quirk into a smirk.

jason can't tell if it's cockiness or confidence but it doesn't matter to him anymore. he's fallen hook, line, and sinker—and he wants more.

a friendship had naturally blossomed between the both of you. you exchanged numbers with him. sometimes, you'd do workouts together, then go out for lunch or dinner afterwards before he drops you home. hell, he even went helmet shopping with you since he doesn't own any vehicle but a bike.

when you started to see someone, you'd communicated this to him. he looked almost disappointed when you did but you dismissed it as a trick of the light in the dark. there's a small squeeze in your chest when you told him you'll be spending a little less time with him.

you don't really know how or why, but you find yourself comparing this guy to jason a lot. you'll compare how jason opens your doors for you while he doesn't; how jason will respectfully place his hand on the small on your back in crowded spaces while he doesn't; how jason will carry heavy items for you even though you can bench press twice the weight.

"then why not go to your buff gym daddy then?" your best friend states the obvious, like telling you the sky is blue, and that spring has sprung.

"he's not a buff gym daddy." you throw a pillow at them, but you know they have a point. you can always count on your best friend for snapping you back to your senses. it doesn't take you long to break it off with the guy and come running back into jason's arms.

to your merit, you really tried to play it cool, but jason notices just how chipper you are. he notices how you're standing closer to him, leaning into his proximity way more than you should when he's teaching you the right form and posture for a new machine that just got installed a couple of weeks ago.

he definitely notices when you're hesitant to step into your apartment even though the keys are in your hand and he's right there watching you. confused, he calls out your name—a soft, gentle caress hidden in the low baritone of his voice.

"yeah, i'm doing this." you announce with a resolute nod. his brows pinch to a frown slightly. fuck, he looks so good with this stupid compression shirt and his stupid fucking basketball shorts. it's a ridiculous combination when you throw in his leather jacket and his badass, hunky biker appearance, but you've very quickly learned that you're hopelessly attracted to it.

"do what, sweetheart?" the pet name slips without him intending to, and it's the same reason you're jumping his bones.

it's a messy clash of teeth and limbs within the first few seconds, but you find your rhythm and so does he. you're both stumbling through your door until he's pinning you to the back of it. one hand clicks the lock while the other wraps around your throat. jason doesn't use any pressure, just rests his palm on the base while he searches your eyes for any hesitation.

"are you sure about this?" his voice comes in the ghost of a whisper over your lips.

"i want you so fuckin' bad, old man." you're both laughing at your breathless response but it dissolves so quickly when he kisses you again. this time, it's soft and gentle, like he's memorising the feel of your lips against his.

your hands loop around his neck to pull him closer to you. his hands find purchase on your hips, his touches growing bolder as he gives you a gentle squeeze.

then somehow he’s in your bed with his hands cupping the back of your knees and pushing them close to your chest while he drives his aching cock in and out of your drooling cunt. your moans ricochet off the walls of your apartment, in time with his steady rhythm. every time he goes this deep, your eyes roll back and you're going limp underneath him.

"that's it, baby. y'wanted this old man's cock, didn't cha?" jason grunts lowly. your warm cunt is sucking him in every time he pulls back out. you've no idea how many times he's made you cum already—you're so overstimulated that all you can think of is how good his cock feels pounding hard and deep inside of you. "squeezin' my fuckin' cock like you want me to breed you and give me more kids."

now that made you clench tighter around him.

"yeah?" he easily adjusts your position to spread your legs apart so he can see your tits bounce for him. he leans down to catch a nipple and start sucking harshly around your pert bud. he gets another cry out of you, your legs and thighs shaking around him as he fucks you through yet another orgasm. your eyes roll back and he's quick to gently take your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. "y'sound so fuckin' pretty for me when you sing, baby. you hear that? you hear how wet you get for me, pretty?"

you nod dumbly, because you can. you can hear how wet you are. you can hear the sloshing of your slick, the juices mixing with your cum that's dripping down the fat of his balls, the puckered hole of your ass, and down to your rumpled sheets. it's so erotic and it sends another rush of heat to your core, whimpering from just how good it feels.

"your body responds so well to me." jason peppers light kisses all over your sweaty face before licking a fat stripe up from the base of your neck to your jawline. one of his hand frees up to slide between your bodies to start rolling at your clit to match the rhythm of his cock. "fuck, i can– 'm gonna cum, sweetheart. y'gonna take my cum like a good girl?"

"breed me, jay." you finally manage to moan out. his cock is hitting all of the right spots to make you see stars, his girth stretching you out and filling you up so well. you can feel him twitch inside your gummy walls and a sound he's never made before escapes from the back of his throat—a whimper.

"fuck, you– y'can't– don't fuckin' say that–"

"breed me." you double down and look him in the eye. "want you to fill me up til 'm full."

"jesus fuckin'– fuck, 'm so close." jason groans, a deep rumble low in his chest as his hips start to lose its steady rhythm. everything sounds and feels so pornographic. "so fuckin'– gonna– fuck, gonna fuckin' breed you, sweetheart. pump you full of m'cum, you gonna– fuckin'– gonna let me do that for you?"

the slick, steady plap, plap, plap of his pelvis against the fat of your ass; your breathy moans; your nails digging into the matters, gripping onto anything as if it can ground you back on earth while he's ascending you to the highest of heavens; the soft grunts and moans coming from him as he presses his forehead against yours, catching sweet pecks of kisses as if he's not rearranging your guts; everything is making your senses go further into overdrive.

you can feel an almost peeing sensation when he angles his hips a little differently while he chases his high, reaching deeper into a spot that you never realised you even had.

"oh fuck, jason, please, yes! don't stop, don't stop, please!" you whine breathlessly into his ear. his forehead drops to the crook of your neck, kissing the spot clumsily as he continues to chase his high. your name comes tumbling from his lips like a chant, hot and airy, and it only tightens the knot in your belly.

"i'm gonna– fuck!" jason finally cums with a loud moan of your name. his cock twitches where it nestles deep inside your cunt, pouring his hot seed into you and it triggers your own—only that it comes in a spray all over his abdomen. his eyes widen as he leans back, his hips slowing down to a shallow thrust as you squirt all over him. "holy fuck, doll. did you just squirt for me?"

you're limp and boneless, your sweat clinging onto you like a second skin but it gives you an ethereal glow under the silvery beams of moonlight through your bedroom window. he's never seen anyone more beautiful than you. his heart skips a beat.

"all for my favourite old man." you pant with effort as he slowly lowers your thighs down to a more comfortable position. he chuckles with a shake of his head.

jason sings praises to you, cooing gently while he adjusts both of your bodies, pulling out from you slowly to prevent overstimulating you further. he doesn't hide away from staring at how the mix of both your cum is oozing from your hole that drips between the curves of your ass. he's so tender and sweet when he takes care of you, cleaning you up after as if he hadn't just completely defiled you.

finally, in the late hour, he pulls you close into his arms and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"five minutes," he whispers softly.

"five minutes?"

"just give me five minutes, sweetheart. my hips are fuckin' sore. then we can clean up, and we can discuss plans for a proper date with this old man." jason tucks you into his chest to muffle your laughter that rings through the room.

more of dilf!jason ♱ merry dilfmas! (ft. dilf!dick g.)

© 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘩𝘹 2025

[torupng]

MDNI 18+

thinking about jason todd waking you with the soft press of his lips against your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses down to your collarbone. he whispers sweet words and reassurances between each one, his warm hand gliding over your arm before settling at your waist, tugging you closer until your bodies are flush. he presses his morning wood against your thigh in a quiet invitation, patient and content whether you take it or leave it. but if you do? his hand slips beneath the sheets and into your panties, a thick finger sliding through your folds while his thumb circles your clit with lazy affection, making sure you’re slick and ready. “such a sleepy princess,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep as his fingers explore you deeper. “you’re so pretty like this,” he breathes against your ear, hips slowly grinding against your thigh. and when you’re finally wet enough, he pushes into you with a deep, sexy groan, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his slow, sleepy and lazy thrusts take you both over the edge.

[crazylazydaizzzy]

Firelord!Zuko x Servant!Reader headcanons

Part 1 <<<

a/n: you asked and i listened!! enjoy my sweets

wc: 1.2k

……..……..

Zuko steps into his royal chamber, powerful hands pushing at the door wide open till the hinges groan. Sweat beads at his temple, wet, clammy breaths escaping his parted lips. Hes so hot he could burn anything and everything within 10 meters vicinity from his internal inferno alone.

You flinch at his sudden burst, quick to look over your shoulders to gauge the situation. There stands Zuko in the middle of his enormous, pristine room – thanks to your excessive cleaning you were in the middle of preforming – clawing at his robes, fingers fiddling impatiently with the knots at his belt.

“My lord, may I be of assistance?” you flat servant-shoes plip plap over to a distressed looking Zuko, your fingers take hold of the stubbornly tight knots, slowly working them loose. The inner corners of his eyebrows pinch higher up than the rest, peeing down at you with that confusing expression of his.

Sighing shakily, he takes a slow step backwards, away from you. “Prepare me my ice bath. I-I’ll deal with the rest myself” His reassurance falls onto deaf ears, barely believable and too unsure to count as one.

Closing that minuscule space he created between you with a cautious step forward, you reach for his clothes again. Fingers gripping the edges of his robes he wears to the royal council, you tug softly, coaxing them off.

His breath hitches slightly; Zuko was quick to swallow up the rest of the sounds threatening to spill out of him as one side of his robe rolls off his shoulder.

“No-… I-I need you to go.” A loose hair strand falls out of place, sticking to his hot forehead, eyes equally as sticky in the way they track yours.

Hot blood pumps rapidly around in his system, confusing him beyond comprehension. Your touch is warm, hot against his even hotter – near flammable skin.

This is too dangerous. Hes a Firelord, for Gods sake.

Hes stopped wars, and solved the problems the royal council came with before. Hes faced his father himself before – yet he doesn’t know how to stay away from what burns him the most.

With a draw of hot, equally as clammy air as the one that currently fills his lungs, he manages to stumble a step backwards again, kindles of fire tingling his knuckles.

“Now” He may have meant for it to sound like an order. Instead, it came out more as a plead than anything commanding. A hot breath or a whisper at best. Something closer to ‘please’.

……..……..

Smal, orange feet swim over to you where you’re sitting by the edge of the pond, Zuko closely by your side.

“Don’t be frightened. Hold your hand out for them” He demonstrates, three tiny turtleducks rushing their small, webbed feet towards his hand, prying at the crushed peanuts cupped in his palm.

You watch in awe, lips parting as your gaze flickers between the eager turtleducks and the serene expression falling on Zuko’s face. The way the sun catches his crown makes it glow like a live flame atop his head, further reminding you who you’re dealing with.

He notices your eyes lingering on the side of his face, turning to meet your eyes. Your gaze quickly falls to his long fingers clean of all duck food.

“Here, let me show you” He turns towards you, taking your hand in his some of the crushed peanuts he had the palace chef prepare in the other. Your face burns hot at the improper contact, silently watching him pour some in your palm.

Innocent and gentle; frighteningly sweet, albeit still improper between two of your social standings.

“Now, reach for them so they reach for you back” He guides with his hand, his voice melodic. You never see him this relaxed within the palace walls. Maybe that’s why he keeps stepping out to his private garden – requesting you along.

Shifting slightly so he’s closer beside you, he leans in, placing your hand above the water by a hairs width. You beam at the turtleducks tickling your fingers, their beak’s nipping at the food.

You giggle, leaning away, your shoulders brushing against his, the side of your body accidently pressing into his. But your too engrossed in the sweet moment to notice that and react to it yet.

Zuko seems to notice, however, and takes full advantage of it.

Leaning in, he forces you to stay close to the pond with his chest as a barricade behind you. “Don’t shy away, their beaks are gentle” He reassures, a hint of a smile dancing around in his tone.

You turn to look at him over your shoulders, his face far too close. “It tickles!” you giggle, his fingers tightening securely around yours, keeping your palm open for the turtleducks to feed at.

He’s basking in the warmth of your against him, enjoying the few moments he has last before you realize how close you’ve gotten and switch back to your ‘proper servant’ role once more.

……..……..

Walking to a secluded area within Zukos private royal garden spanning acres upon acres, you dare enough to skim one, singular finger along the soft, new bristles of evergreens.Slow, savoring the feeling along your skin. The line of trees grew taller and denser the father you walked, until tall, soft walls of evergreen surrounded you like walls.

Until you were completely surrounded by impenetrable walls of evergreen. From all sides, like a maze.  

“Oh?” Zuko didn’t seem to pause, just continued walking despite his initial intruige and confusion. You’ve heard about a maze the former Firelord had presented for his Firelady. It was rumored a way to prove devotion and deep love by escaping this maze together.

“My lord, where would you like to walk today?” You try your way at an indirect question wrapped as catering to the whims of royalty, eyes frantically moving around the place covered in all green with some occasional flowers in all various colors along the way.

“I intend to explore this place. I should know about the maze in my own garden, after all” the words slip out of him, all smooth – too smooth, even.

You walk along, your eyes on full alert to any possible exists. But all you see is green blurring into more green. At every twist and turn, you either circle back to the same spot you came from, or you hit a dead end.

“Hmm, this proved harder than I thought” His calm tone came again, his hands tucked int ohis long sleeves, posture too relaxed considering how much time you’ve spent inside this maze by now.

“I’ve seen this same fountain 9 different times by now, my lord” you huff under your breath, a complaint posed to the Firelord himself.

He only smiles to himself in response, proceeding to turn around into a different direction with you in tow. Completely carefree.

“You can handle a few more hours in my presence, right?” He says, looking over his shoulder at you, as if he didn’t just spot the orange flowers at the bottom of the maze walls. Turning away from where he was heading, he ushers you down a path with pink flowers instead.

One that will take a much longer time to exist out of.

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[honeysucklewatr]

big ol’ freak.

smut | beefy jason | bulking season continues

jason is about to start going on his diet to reveal the muscles he’d been meticulously building for months. just hiding beneath a layer of delicious pudge you loved dearly.

but secretly, you don’t want him to.

you’d miss the warmth that his body radiates off of him and how secure you felt in his arms at night. how soft his chest was with the extra cushion he’d had, though you loved how strong he felt beneath it all too. or how good he looked in the morning when he’d stretch, and his shirt would raise enough for you to get a look of his abdomen and the happy trail leading to—

“you’re staring again,” he says, snapping you out of it.

“sorry, can’t help it,” sighing as you sit up on your bed, comforter gripped tight in your hands. “i am enjoying the show.”

he makes the same face he always makes, the one that pretends that he’s annoyed but you both know he’s not.

slowly, his resolve crumbles and a smirk emerges as he walks back towards the bed. his hand extends towards you to catch your wrist, fingers wrapping effortlessly around and tugging it up toward his lips. he kisses the back of your hand and stares at you through his half lidded eyes, the whole time.

when you decide you wanted to go to the gym with him, you end up gawking at him the whole time. jason’s got the barbell over his head and benching at least six plates on either side. groaning at the last couple reps while you stand by the mirror ahead of him, dumbbell in your hand doing the worlds slowest bulgarian split squats.

after he wiped his sweat, you notice his gaze on you this time. he moves closer with some of his own dumbbells and his presence looms over you like a protective shield. it wasn’t even leg day for him, but he always stays near you like a human barrier. jason starts to work in with you, the weight in his arms a ridiculous size and amount that it looked difficult to carry. but jason didn’t look like he was struggling at all.

“hmm, like this baby.” he coos from behind you. one of his hands slipping to your thigh and the other beneath your elbow. “breathe a little deeper and drive your knees out.”

then he sets up the smith machine with no hesitation, lifting up the plates and putting them on the bar for you. he encourages you to lift heavier, says he knows you can do a little more than that. from behind you, his hard body was unmistakable, pressing against your ass. he groans when you make a movement. his warm breath by your ear was entirely distracting but you did your reps, finished your sets, and stole glances at him through the mirror only to find him already staring. you bite your lip to contain yourself, but what the fuck is the use anyway?

“see something you like?” he asks when he catches you for the nth time, shit eating grin plastered on his perfect face.

you barely make it to the change room.

tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants while he moans lowly into your mouth. he shuts the door with one arm while the other holds you up against him. he knows you don’t like to touch communal spaces, no matter how clean your gym may be. so jason holds you up against him, pulling your weight back into him over and over. moving your hips until you’re grinding back against him while his hands on your hips keep you firmly planted there. though he second guesses himself still and he watches you intensely.

“are you sure you’re good ma? we can go home.”

you shake your head vigorously, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to bring his mouth closer to yours. “i’m not waiting jay.”

when you fucked like this, it was an out of body experience.

mostly because jason held your weight and his own like no problem and there was nothing to dwell on but how it felt. he places a large palm over your mouth when he guides his length through your soaked folds. dragging it up and teasing before pushing inside like he belonged. he let you moan into his hand and watched your eyes roll back in your skull. he shushes you by your ear.

“i know baby, i know.” groaning out quietly as he prods to fit himself in. “fuck— you’re so tight.”

tears prickling at your eyes already, you shake your head slowly while his hips make slow circling movements. “it’s cause you’re so big.”

jason smiles wide, hips thrusting a little meaner as he watches you try grind back against him, but still not to the hilt yet. “yeah? i’m big? but you like that shit don’t you?”

you’re nodding through the haze of pleasure, nails gripping his back as he continue fucking you through it slowly. not even fully inside, giving half just to pull it away. like being manhandled in the gentlest way possible. his strength unmatched and his body intentional, grinding his hips back into you over and over just feeding a few inches before taking it away. waiting to see you whisper in his ear that you need more, desperation evident.

then he waits until he sees the tears by your eyes start to dissipate before he gives you anymore. feeding another inch inside, his eyes drop to watch him split you open. though even after taking him before this, you weren’t used to his size.

“jay, it’s too much.” you gasp out, the feeling overwhelming. “it won’t fit.” too much and not enough at the same time.

“you’ve done this before ma.” jason tsks, “and said you could handle it. so you can take it hmm?”

his voice deliciously sensual already. you cave immediately. your lip trembles and you nod to let him continue. immediately you moan out loud enough for someone to hear and jason clasps his palm right over your mouth again. but he doesn’t coo you through it, his eyes stay piercing yours while his rhythm picks up and he pushes himself deeper. choking on his own spit at how you felt around him, his hold on you remained tight. he stays buried for a minute to stare at you, watch you catch your breath and adjust to his size.

“can you move please?” you’ll ask breathlessly and he’ll shake his head.

“remember what i said baby. deep breaths.” mimicking what he meant, he watches you. breathing deep and letting it out harshly. when you copy him he smiles. “there you go ma.”

then he shifts his hips again and you lose your train of thought. more intense than it usually is, every movement he makes feels like it drags through you. like you’re pulsating around him and he purposefully continues. but his hands still on your mouth when he realizes that you’re close and he pushes further like he could reach the depths of you. kissing your cervix effortlessly while he turns your head to bite at his shoulder. cause it only felt like the good kind of pain, he’d say.

jason would feel his high approaching and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how much he loves you like he wasn’t taking you apart without breaking a sweat, yet. his flush tip with the perfect curve, hitting sweet spots everytime. it was a good idea to make you bite down on something.

groaning into your hair, he lifts you sloppily up and down on him, creating the perfect friction. he almost whines when you clamp around him and whisper that you can’t hold on.

he pants by your ear and his voice is huskier than when he’s not like this. “gonna fuck you so full. take you again when we’re home.”

entirely feral just as you are for him, jason caves and sputters when you wrap your legs around him tighter. he’s just as gone as you and you’re practically begging him to follow through on his words. when you finally let go, that’s when he does too. shooting rope after rope and painting you deep from the inside. like the most beautiful and precious thing he’d ever held, he holds you through it.

his hips with a mind of his own, continuing to thrust up into even when your legs wobble around him. he keeps one arm around your waist, firm and stable while the other rests on the wall to keep him upright as he loses himself completely. still sloppily pushing back into you when you whimper and drop your head against his. that’s when he finally stills and pulls your hair gently, just enough to see your face again.

then he kisses you with all the sweetness the world has to offer. he deepens it as he eases you with both arms now, and keeps your legs around him so you don’t fall. letting lips trail down to your neck to leave gentle bites.

when the door gets knocked on hard, the voice that followed made both of your faces burn. suddenly it occurs to both of you that anyone could’ve heard you. roy’s voice is whisper yelling but you’re sure anyone could’ve heard him with how thin the walls are.

“please stop fucking so i can change outta my trunks. i’m chafing over here.”

masterlist

[bloomcissa]

Baby making music!

pairing jason todd x bsf!fem!reader

summary after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one

content 1k words, fluff, suggestive, lotta lana del rey, reader has no idea how tech works (me)

based on this request

“How do I send this shit?” you mumble, tapping aimlessly on your phone. “It’s not working,” you complain, your voice filtering through his comms.

Jason had found a way to connect your phone to his helmet, which meant you were now free to bother him whenever you wanted. It was a power you wielded with absolutely no regard for his sanity. The constant random messages popping up on the screen inside his helmet would've driven anyone else crazy.

Just yesterday, part of his vision was filled with:

You know if anyone would have a Jane the Virgin situation, it'd be you

Theres a easier way tho

I could take one for the team and get you pregnant

I'll be strong for you

It's hard rasing a kid on your own

To all of that, he'd simply replied, It's raising, then went right back to patrol like you hadn't just offered to impregnate him.

"Sweetheart, there's a send button," he replies with the patience of a saint. Gunshots erupt in the background and there's a curse thrown carelessly.

You’re attempting to send him the playlist you had made. It was a mix of songs perfectly curated to ones that reminded you of your best friend. There was a lot of dad music, a touch of heavy metal. You were tempted to throw in a love song, but dealing with the aftermath of doing so held you back.

"Don't sweetheart me, the fucking thing isn't loading now," you groan, tapping aggressively.

"You know, that doesn't make it go faster, right?" He grunts. There's a loud boom from his side.

"Says the guy who broke my TV because he thought hitting it would bring it back to life," you retort, squinting at your phone screen. You go to turn the brightness down.

 "'M still better at technology than you," he says, then shouts, "Robin, I said on my left!" 

You hear Robin's voice, but you can't make out the words. Something insulting, probably. 

"Little shit can't even listen to basic instructions."

"Me or Damian?" you ask without missing a beat.

"Both."

Once the playlist loads, you tap the send button without much thought. "Kay, I did it, listen to it now," you demand, lying back down on your bed.

"Sure thing, doll. Lemme just stop the Joker from turning Gotham into his playground."

"Gotham's already his playground," you mumble. 

For a while, you're quiet, listening as Jason occasionally shouts orders through the comms. It should be unsettling. The gunfire, the crashes, the constant danger he's in. Instead, it lulls you to sleep. He's here, breathing, and on call with you like he didn't want to part either.

"You done yet?"

"I'm putting it on. Happy now?" His hoarse voice brings you out of your thoughts. It's deeper than it was before. Nicer, too. 

You grin, sitting up as your blanket pools around your hips. "Only if you come over too." 

"Demanding little thing," he scoffed. But you know he's already on his way. 

A few minutes pass. You can hear the distant hum of his motorcycle through the comms.

Then he clears his throat. "Baby making music?"

Horror crashes over you. You snatch your phone off the bed so fast it almost slips from your hands. "Shit,' you whisper, frantically searching for what you sent. 

And lo and behold, it's that playlist, not the one you'd carefully curated for Jason. "Jay, I can explain—

"Fucked my way up to the top reminds you of me?" There's laughter in his voice now.

"No!"

"Guilty as sin?" He snorts.

"Oh my god, Jason, stop." Your hands are covering your warm face, phone lying on your bed. You're never living this down. 

He pauses. "There's a lot of Lana Del Rey,"

You swallow, your fingers curl around your blanket. "Well," you start quietly. "Don't get it twisted, you're pretty Lana Del Rey, but your dad? He embodies a Lana Del Rey song—

"Stop talkin' about Bruce like that," he groans.

"Your dad's hot." 

"You're trying to change the subject."

"Your older brother's also hot." You muster up the courage to add, "and don't call me that."

"Doll," His voice isn't teasing anymore. It's lower, like that comment about Dick took away all the humor.

"I've run out of age appropriate family members," you swallow. Except Jason. But you couldn't exactly say that. "Does Kate count? Bruce's exes? cause they're fine as hell too."

He grumbles under his breath. "Open the fucking window."

"You're here?" You freeze, voice coming out breathless.

The window snaps open with a sharp bang. The sound travels all the way to your room. You close your eyes. Why did it feel like you were in trouble?

The thump of boots echoes through the room. When it finally stops, you open your eyes to find Jason leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed in a way that makes his muscles more defined under the fabric. He’s taken off his helmet, his hair slightly damp, strands falling messily over his forehead.

And his eyes.

They’re on you, fierce and darker than what you're used to, like he’s a second away from hauling your ass straight to Arkham. It sends a pleasant feeling through you. 

You laugh nervously. "Heyyyy, you're not still mad about me finding your brother—what the fuck are you doing—

He stalks over to you until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to keep eye contact.

"You're acting weird," you tell him, trying to keep yourself still.

"That playlist—

"Was a random one I accidentally sent!" 

He tilts his head. “So. You wanna play me the right one now?"

He shifts, sliding onto the bed beside you, his shoulder bumping yours as he settles in. You grimace. No way he’s had time to shower, but you don’t move away. Not when he’s this close.

You give him one of your wired earbuds.

Your head bumps his when he puts his on. You bite back a smile at sharing earbuds with him.

You hit play on your phone, sneaking a glance at him, trying to read his reaction.

He’s already looking at you. Then he rolls his eyes and looks away.

“Can’t believe I remind you of a Radiohead song.”

“Would you prefer fucked my way up to the top?”

masterlist

once again i’m not sure what i wrote

also yk cola by lana del rey? i was gonna add in the “my pussy taste like pepsi cola” line in and have jason be like “damn, does it?” but idk it didn’t feel like him. 100% something roy would ask tho

[kirtingling]

18+

Jason Todd religiously eating your pussy chronicles

He didn’t expect himself to be whipped by it but the first time when he settled between your legs he became addicted.

He became a pussy enthusiast whenever he lapped his soft tounge on your sensitive clit and held your thighs down for him to consume you properly. He starts grunting and letting out whines against your pussy as he devours your soft walls like a man craving to feast.

It drives him wild whenever you clench your thighs around his ears and his nose slightly bumps against your clit . He would let out gentle encouragements for you to pull on his hair while you grind against his tongue.

Extra points if you have a bush this man doesnt care at all he loves caressing the top of your pubic bone as he moans out praises against your pussy ,His absolute favourite part is when he officially made you squirt on his face and it comes unexpectedly

He would just let a breathless chuckle as he smiles at you with praise

“Both of you did a wonderful job”

@kirtingling 2026

First post kinda nervy lol🫡👀

[rottndeer]

mdni .ᐟ mean!jason, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, fingering, dacryphilia, degrading...

jason hadn't fucked you right in weeks.

he'd been too busy with the usual, beating the shit out of thugs and taking down drug rings. you had been busy too, work and family and looking after your small apartment and whatever else. even distracted by all your work you still couldn't get away from the needy part of your brain.

the part that needed to get dicked down bad, needed it sweaty and whiny and leg shaking and back arching—

fuck you needed jason todd.

but being the sweet thing you were, you didn't want to bother your busy, brooding boyfriend.

then after a particularly slow day, jason decides to come home early, ordering the two of you take out while you worked away at your laptop. the night went slow and you both agree on treating yourselves to a drink.

or two— maybe three…

the pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all it’s done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate at the back of your head like a persistent migraine. his hands are already on you, being all sweet like he always is before he fucks your brains out. you're so giddy, you're practically buzzing, shifting and squeezing your thighs together.

he sees the need behind your eyes and of course, he takes action…

“gonna let me inside, baby?”

it all happened so suddenly and now jasons got you face down, ass up. as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thick thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy.  

you sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. he watches your pussy spread further, and he can’t help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper, teasing and slow.

he presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm, arching your back all pretty for him.

he laughs at you, it's mean and oozes that nasty condescending tone but god does it make you wet.

“look at your pretty pussy sucking my thumb in baby—"

jason pushes deeper, just slightly, enough to make you squirm with need.

"wish you could see what I’m seeing… so fuckin’ sexy.”

you hum, the words making you wetter – dripping over his thumb.

“been dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.”

“okay, jay—” you whisper, so dizzy with lust that you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to, making him raise a brow, his lips curling up cruelly.

“yeah?” he asks, tone breathless and deep.

you nod into your crossed arms, and jason laughs again, “free use pussy,” he murmurs, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward with a yelp.

“oh fuck—” you gasp out softly, eyes rolling back. heat ricochets through your crotch and pools your belly, before settling back in your aching, soaked pussy. once you manage to collect yourself – and it takes a second— you huff out a little whine.

“bein’ mean jay—”

jason snorts, grabbing your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch,

“don’t know the half of it, babe—” 

you sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. your desire is visceral and deep, enough for you to taste it on your tongue, enough to make you delirious. jason pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.

“soakin’ me,” he grunts, and you sob into the sheets.

“please,” you whisper, then,

"please, please, please—" and jason hears your breathing hitch. 

his cruelty only persists and he chuckles, “crying again, baby?”

you sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating with want.

“no,” you mumble all sweet and soft, and jason sighs, almost feeling bad for you.

he reads you like a book, always has.

always will.

“lying to me,” he grumbles with a furrowed brow, then he steers the thick head of his cock between your folds, whispering,

"do it again i dare you—” before bottoming out, roughly in one deep, stretching thrust. he feels you squeeze around him, tight and wet and warm.

"I'll fuckin' give you somethin' to cry about—"

© rottndeer 2026. please do not repost, copy, translate or use any of my work for ai. i post only on tumblr.

[rottndeer]

MASK ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ mask kink, mirror kink, p in v, unprotected sex, drool, teasing / mocking, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, creampie...

jason was completely drained from patrol as usual, so what does he do ?

take it out on you of course, let you fuck the energy back into him while you ride the thick of his cock nice and hard, taking it all the way down to the hilt.

he couldn't be bothered to change let alone take off his mask, pants tugged down to his knees as he laid back on your shared bed.

you couldn't exactly complain about it either, whenever jason wore the mask it did something to you, made you a little rabid for him and him the same for you. he found himself always being a little rougher whenever he wore it, his touch too hard and his words too mean.

no, you weren't fucking jason, you were fucking red hood.

you sat on top of him with his thick cock stuffed all the way inside your pulsing cunt. you were so wet he practically slid in, all perfect and drooly for him, your slick dripping down to his balls. he let his head fall back watching all your pretty bare skin as you began to fuck yourself on him, completely naked while he was still dressed. you began bouncing as hard as you could, he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each movement and lewd squelch.

you took it so well, taking his hard length inside you inch by inch. a sharp hiss escapes his lips and you imagine his eyes closing for a moment, head tilting back against the bed headboard. his hands find your hips quickly and his fingers dug hard into your flesh with the familiar grounding friction of his calloused touch. jason grabs at you hard and forces a faster pace, making you gasp out and grab at the solid of his muscle for balance.

"easy baby—", his words are low and muffled through his mask.

but you don't want easy. you want it raw, rough and real, feeling the satiating throb deep inside you as you squeeze your sopping cunt around him. jason grunts, a hand reaching for your face roughly, making you stare down at his mask all wide eyed and frozen.

"behave."

you almost cum right there, but you swallow and nod, listening to his word like it's law, then you feel him begin to move. even with his face covered you could feel his gaze intense, tracking your every movement. he takes his time with each filling, hard thrust of his cock his hands flexing on your hips, forcing you steady.

his hand on your jaw stays there, keeping your gaze on his mask, if you look carefully, manage to focus your eyes you can see your reflection, faint and blurred and dyed red.

you see what he sees, your own reflection.

your own face staring back at you, lips parted and mouth held agape with his big hand.

his hips speed up with each upward thrust to meet yours, chasing the friction.

hes forcing you to ride him harder, faster, chasing the building pressure low in your belly. his thumb traces a hot path along your hipbone, his grip tightening possessively. the rhythm between you is relentlessly now, pushing up into you with powerful thrusts that steal your breath and make you cry out softly. you feel the tension coiling tight within him, mirroring the near unbearable tightness building inside you.

even when you feel yourself so close to release your eyes stay focused on the little smudge of your red reflection on his mask, you rode him faster, leaning back as your tits bounced with you.

you hear him groan at the sight.

he's as desperate for release as you now, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a flesh light, letting out little huffs and grunts. his other hand slides from your jaw down between you two to seek out your pretty clit, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at the twitchy nub in tight hot circles making you jump and squeeze around him at the simple action.

“that’s what you were missing—"

"pussy's so fuckin' tight around me— so wet—”

you feel your orgasm getting closer, eyes rolling back as he slots in and out of your lulling body. the sheer size of him causes an ache inside your core that arches your back, clutching and clawing at the skin of his muscled abdomen, he feels you gush around him, all soaked and perfect and moaning and crying for him, melting with every of pull of his cock only to fuck it back in.

you can faintly see your fucked out face in the reflection of his mask and that's what does it. it has you fall forward onto him, laying across his hard body limp, face flushed into the crook of his neck but he persisted through your muffled cries and glossed over eyes.

your glistening wetness dripped down his cock every time he lifted your hips, and the way your mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan, it was driving him wild. fuck he was close, he could feel his balls tighten from the feel of your fucked out cunt as he kept thrusting up into you, balls deep. he felt your pussy twitch and squeeze, poor thing all tired out practically sopping around him with your wet heat.

he managed to ram into you once more, the ridges and veins of his cock rubbing harshly against your velvety walls as your pussy sucked at him greedily. you both held quiet listening to the wet squelches in harmony with the fleshy smacking of his balls relentless against your cunt.

"dirty girl—"

"letting me fuck you like this with my mask on—"

"bet you get off on it—" ,he lets out a lazy half groaned laugh before rearing back his hips for another brutal thrust, this time, he hit you deep, pressing into the cervix, causing your vision to blur momentarily. you were a pathetic mess, eyes watering, spit dribbling from your lips and soaking through his dark shirt while as you whined loudly.

when jason cums you swear you see stars, you feel him paint your walls with thick, creamy release, his cock humping into you weakly with a few more stuttered thrusts.

"my pretty girl", he lets out a lazy huff of laughter as he strokes your face and hair roughly, petting you all sweet like, cooing and coaxing to help you calm down,

"fuckin' pathetic—"

he laughs lazily at your fucked out state, pure bliss behind your eyes and lets his hands squeeze and flex around your ass, feeling how you were still shaky and twitchy from the high, trying to get comfortable over him.

© rottndeer 2026. please do not repost, copy, translate or use any of my work for ai. i post only on tumblr.

[totallynotashieldagent]

ummm sooooo-

childhood best friend jason todd who makes promises like when i grow up, i'll marry you and then we'll be happy forever- but then he gets adopted by bruce and becomes robin and between all that, loses touch with you and then dies.

he comes back, becomes red hood and its not until he sees you again when he remembers his promises.

you run a small bookstore thats also a safe haven for kids to just loiter around and read-

he goes home and looks up everything about you, everything he's missed out on and what you're upto now- he finds out that you got married and then divorced, something about an abusive husband and sealed police and hospital records- a restraining order as well so he does what he what he thinks is right. he kills your ex for you and then starts to leave little trinkets for you at your shop- giving the kids gifts to bring to you from red hood-

this goes on for weeks and weeks until you stand outside your little shop, hands on your hips, looking up, trying to find him-

he lands right infront of you and takes off his helmet, you still dont recognize him. he's older now, scarred, his eyes aren't even blue anymore-

its not until he says im all grown up and i still wanna marry you that you realize who he is- and all he can do is hope and pray that you still want him the way he wished you did when you were kids.

send post <333

[vhyunjinverse]

𐙚 — Fix your Attitude C.K

𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt

𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.

It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?

“It’s been alright. The usual.”

Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.

“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”

“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”

“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.

He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”

“So am I, princess.”

“I want my shit to go.”

“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.

“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“

I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.

“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.

Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”

“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”

“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.

But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.

“Princess-“

“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).

He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.

You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.

“…Shut u-“

“Before that.”

“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?

“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”

“No-“

“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”

“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.

“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.

Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.

His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”

Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.

You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.

Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.

“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.

He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.

Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“

“You still mad at me?”

You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”

Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.

The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.

His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.

“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.

“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.

“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.

Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.

“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”

“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.

“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.

Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….

It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.

“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.

You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.

Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.

“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.

“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.

His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.

You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”

Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say

He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.

“Cho?”

The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”

“Mhm…”

“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”

You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“

“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”

“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.

“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-

“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”

You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”

He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”

“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.

“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“

“Why else?” You stick your tongue out, tapping the hickey on your neck.

[gld3en]

emo/stoner!choso being clingy to his sweet girlfriend ⧽ collage au ! , sfw , Choso being touchy , he’s high , + note at the end ‹𝟹

before you noticed him, you felt a lot of weight pilled on top of you. his face smushed between your boobs, as his body completely collapsed on top of you, legs between yours.

“cho your heavy!!” you grunted looking down as you tossed your phone to the side.

he nuzzled deeper into your chest, as if he was trying to sink into your skin. “your so warm. and comfortable.” his voice muffled into your shirt. it was low and soft, laced with sleepiness.

your hand finds his hair like it’s second nature, slightly scratching while your other hand finds his waist, while your thumb rubs the skin there from his shirt slightly lifting.

he hummed at the feeling, his hands wrapping around you. this was his favorite thing to do. seeing you all comfortable in his bed, in nothing but his tshirt and just a pair of panties. it was all he needed after a long day. to be in your embrace.

you rested your head against his soft hair, as your hands wrapping around him. “your such a big baby.”

he lifted his head, pouting his lips. “your big baby?”

you couldn’t help but giggle, he was probably high since he was being very clingier than usual.

you peaked his lips. “yes my big baby.” he smiled like a fool, returning back to his favorite spot.

“I love you princess.” you could feel his lips slowly kissing your chest. returning the favor you kissed his head, another thing he loved. “I love you more cho.” his hands slid under your shirt, slightly grazing under your boobs. the touch wasn’t sexual, it was a way of grounding him.

a few minutes of the two of you laying there comfortably together, you started to hear soft snoring. looking down Choso was knocked out. his lips slightly parted, a little drool wetting your shirt. your heart squeezes from how cute he looked.

you couldn’t help but watched him for a minute. oh you were definitely gonna tease him about it.

slowly pulling his hair out his pigtails, you pushed his hair back from his face, putting it into one lose pony knowing he would start to get overwhelmed by his hair being up in the morning. carefully pulling the covers over him, you turned off the lamp on the nightstand.

“night my baby.” you kissed his head one more final time, his hand slightly squeezing your waist as if even your touches still affected him in his sleep.

you soon drifted off to sleep with you clingy boyfriend on top of you, with his weight, the warmness from his body, and just his presence himself made you feel safe. it grounded you as well.

truly there was no other place you would rather be.

make this my reality.. emo Choso u will always have my heart.. but my first little something since I have been reading so many Choso fics and I just love that man down bad. 🙈 if it’s bad I apologizeee I’m no pro at this.. just for funzies 🥹🤍

[paxyfica]

sukuna vs. girl math

The screen of your phone lit up with a picture of Sukuna looking entirely unamused, his contact name accompanied by a string of heart emojis that you had forced him to set up himself.

You swiped to answer, balancing your water bottle and yoga mat under one arm as you stepped out of the pilates studio and into the sweltering afternoon heat.

“Tell me you’re outside,” you breathed into the receiver, scanning the line of parked cars. “Because my legs are literally shaking and if I have to walk more than ten feet, I’m going to collapse on the pavement.”

A heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sorry babe, not outside.”

You stopped in your tracks. “What do you mean you’re not outside? Babe, you promised.”

“I know, but the meeting ran over,” he grumbled, the sound of a pen clicking rapidly in the background giving away his irritation. “I can’t leave for another forty minutes. Order a Lyft.”

“A Lyft? Are you kidding me? Do you know what the surge pricing is right now?”

“When has that became a problem for you and more importantly, for ME?” he shot back, his voice dropping an octave. “Just book the car, baby. I’m sending you the money right now.”

“No, don’t!” you argued, shifting your mat to your other hip. “I still have like, half of the allowance you gave me on Monday. I can just use that.”

“No. Check your phone.”

Your phone buzzed against your cheek. You pulled it away to look at the notification. Sukuna sent you $100.

“A Lyft home is twenty bucks.”

“Yes I know. I sent you extra to get the Black SUV option, just add the change to your allowance or whatever. I gotta go, they’re calling me back in. See you at home.”

The line went dead before you could even get another word in. You stared at the screen, then at the $100 sitting pretty in your account. You looked up. Directly across the street was that insanely overpriced artisanal bakery you loved.

Then, you looked down the block. The entrance to the subway station was right there. The train ride home was exactly $2.75.

An idea immediately took over your brain. If you took the train, you would have $97.25 left. That was practically free money. It would be a crime not to spend it on a little treat.

An hour and a half later, you pushed the front door of your shared apartment open, using your hip to bump it shut because both of your hands were completely occupied.

Sukuna was already home, sitting on the edge of the kitchen island. He had stripped off his suit jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, exposing the dark ink on his chest. He looked exhausted, holding a car of beer in one hand, but his eyes immediately snapped to you as you waddled in.

His gaze dropped from your face to the three massive bakery bags in your arms, to the iced matcha latte balanced precariously in your grip, along with your mat & bottle. A surprise he always think about since your hands are too small yet you seem to carry everything at oncr.

“Hey,” you chirped, kicking off your sneakers.

Sukuna blinked. He set his can down on the marble counter. “What the hell is all that?”

“Snacks,” you said simply, dropping the bags onto the island next to him. “I got the pistachio croissants you pretend to hate but actually love, two slices of the truffle flatbread, a whole box of macarons, and some weird strawberry tart thing that looked pretty.”

He stared at the feast, then looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing. “You bought all this with the coffee money?”

“Well, no.” You took a sip of your matcha, avoiding his gaze. “I used the Lyft money.”

Silence stretched across the kitchen. Sukuna tilted his head, his expression dangerously blank. “You used the Lyft money.”

“Yeah.”

“The money I gave you to get a safe, air-conditioned ride home.”

“Mhm.”

“So how did you get home?”

You smiled innocently. “I took the train.”

Sukuna closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long, deep breath. “You took the train.”

“It’s only four stops!” you defended, crossing your arms. “And the bakery was right there! Do you know how fast those croissants sell out?" He scoffed as you defended your point. “Plus, the train is good for the environment. I’m reducing my carbon footprint.”

“Baby, you don’t even know what a carbon footprint is,” he deadpanned, opening his eyes to glare at you. “I sent you a hundred dollars so you wouldn’t have to haul your ass onto a crowded subway car after a workout.”

“If I took the Lyft, I wouldn’t have had enough for the macarons. And you love the macarons.”

“..... So you're saying you did this for me,” he snapped, though his eyes briefly flicked down to the box. “Yeah! I thought about you when I was in line.” You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, supressing a grin that's almost coming out. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being dramatic? You’re stubborn as hell!” He reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against his legs. He smelled like expensive cologne and beer. “You have the worst spending habits of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Do not scurtinize me, and fyi; it’s called girl math,” you said smugly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides, I saved you money. Technically, I made a profit.”

Sukuna let out a harsh laugh, his hands squeezing your hips. “That is the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“For you, but not for me,” you batted your eyelashes, holding up the half-eaten croissant. “Bite?”

He looked at the pastry with disdain, then leaned down and took a bite anyway. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, swallowing. “That’s actually really good.”

“See? My investments always pay off,” you grinned, “High ROI.”

“Don’t use corporate terms, you don’t know what they mean,” he sighed, wrapping his large hands around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “If you ever pull this ‘girl math’ bullshit with our actual bank accounts, I’m having you legally committed.”

“I would never,” you gasped in mock offense. “I only use girl math for the important things. Like treats. And shoes. Speaking of which, since I saved you forty dollars on that Lyft today…”

Sukuna groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. “I am not buying you another pair of shoes because you took the fucking train.”

You laughed, thoroughly satisfied. Oh well, free pastries for you, I guess.

an: saw this shit in my drafts. this was true to life btw, my bf will send me money to book an uber after school when we were in college but i'll use it for food so I have something to eat while commuting hahshsjaj. dividers by: @dollywons 🌼 idk who the artist for the visuals above but i got it here + here @pixelins

also! i'm tryign different layouts, do you like it?! or just the simple text is enough? 😇

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Circles

Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend

Part 2

“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”

“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.

A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”

The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.

Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.

“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.

“I’m working, so duh.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”

He took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Boyfriend piss you off again?”

Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.

“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”

“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.

Sukuna snorted. “Again?”

“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.

“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”

Silence.

Because he was.

You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.

“You make excuses for him a lot.”

“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”

“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”

Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”

“He was.”

You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.

“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”

Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”

“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That didn’t answer the question.”

Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.

God, that grin was dangerous.

“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”

“You’re drunk right now.”

“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”

That shouldn’t have affected you.

But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.

The touch felt unfairly warm.

“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”

Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.

“I would.”

Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.

“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.

Dividers by: @diviniyae

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Circles

Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend

Part 2

“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”

“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.

A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”

The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.

Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.

“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.

“I’m working, so duh.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”

He took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Boyfriend piss you off again?”

Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.

“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”

“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.

Sukuna snorted. “Again?”

“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.

“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”

Silence.

Because he was.

You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.

“You make excuses for him a lot.”

“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”

“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”

Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”

“He was.”

You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.

“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”

Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”

“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That didn’t answer the question.”

Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.

God, that grin was dangerous.

“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”

“You’re drunk right now.”

“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”

That shouldn’t have affected you.

But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.

The touch felt unfairly warm.

“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”

Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.

“I would.”

Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.

“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.

Dividers by: @diviniyae

[rawtoru]

period sex with boyfriend satoru ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

a/n: im on my period rn and its killing meeee

“stop being weird,” you muttered, pushing satoru’s hand away as it crept toward your waistband. the sheets were warm, tangled around your legs, and the dim glow from the streetlight outside painted stripes across the ceiling.

he chuckled, low and unapologetic, his fingers tracing idle circles just above your hip.

“you say that like you mean it,” he murmured, his breath warm against your shoulder. you could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking.

your breath hitched when his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the elastic of your underwear despite your weak shove.

“i’m serious, satoru—” you started, but the protest died in your throat as his thumb brushed over you through the damp cotton. a small, traitorous noise escaped you instead.

“mm, see?” he nosed at your temple, his other arm pinning your hips down when you tried to squirm away.

“you don’t wanna stop.” his fingers pressed more deliberately, and you bit your lip to stifle another sound. the heat between your legs was insistent, throbbing in time with your pulse.

“you’re fucking gross,” you breathed, arching into his touch despite yourself, the words lacking any real bite. satoru’s laugh rumbled against your skin as he slid two fingers into you, slow and deliberate, his thumb still moving in lazy circles.

“i know,” pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. his fingers didn’t stop, curling just right, and you shuddered. “i know you like it baby.”

the certainty in his voice sent a jolt through you, your thighs clamping around his wrist without thinking.

your hands fisted in the sheets, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “god, you’re—” his fingers pressed deeper, cutting you off with a choked sound. satoru hummed, pleased, his breath hot against your ear. “say it again,” he coaxed, voice rough. “call me disgusting.”

you whimpered, hips jerking, the quiet room making every sound feel louder. the tension in your stomach tightened, relentless, and you hated how good it felt. “stop,” you tried again, but it came out uneven, your nails digging into his forearm.

the word dissolved into a gasp as his fingers shifted, hitting that perfect angle. your vision blurred slightly at the edges. Satoru’s lips dragged down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse just enough to sting before his tongue soothed it. “liar,” he murmured, the vibration sending a shiver through you. his free hand slid under your shirt, warm and familiar. “you don’t want me to stop.”

you hated how right he was. hated how your body kept responding, arching into him, trembling, every small movement pulling you closer. “you’re—” you choked, voice thin as his thumb pressed harder. “disgusting,” you managed, and your body betrayed you immediately, clenching around his fingers.

satoru let out a quiet, satisfied sound. “there it is,” he muttered, voice thick with amusement. "fuck, you’re so pretty like this" his fingers sped up, the wet sound of them moving in you obscenely loud.

“look at you,” he said, watching your face. “you gonna come like this baby?” his fingers curled again, and your thighs shook. “yeah, you are.”

the orgasm hit hard—your body going rigid for a second before everything unraveled. your breath broke, thighs trembling, hands grabbing at him instinctively.

he didn’t stop right away, dragging it out just enough to make you squirm. “too much,” you gasped, pushing weakly at his wrist, and he finally slowed.

"you’re such a fucking liar," he murmured, pulling his fingers free with a slick sound that made your face burn. he brought them to his mouth without hesitation, licking them clean with a hum that was equal parts satisfaction and provocation. your stomach flipped, both mortified and impossibly, stupidly turned on.

"see?" he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "you liked it."

you let out a shaky breath, your limbs still loose as you turned to rest your head against his chest. you gave his shoulder a half-hearted shove. “i didn’t say that.”

satoru huffed out a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “you didn’t have to.”

he kissed you then, slower this time, less teasing but just as sure. when he pulled back, he shifted closer, arm sliding under you, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back like nothing had happened.

“gonna call me disgusting again?”

[senalaced]

satoru knows you hear him when he cums. you know he does.

you’d been as good about this whole thing as one could be. after all, it's not like he does it day in day out, just occasionally throughout the week.

you’d have your headphones in to pretend that you’re immersed in one of your shows, volume low. acting like you don’t already have the sound of satoru's moans burned into your memory, like you can’t hear him getting himself off down the hall. trying your hardest to not let it affect you. which works well enough.

usually, at least.

sometimes it gets to be too much. your soft bottom lip ends up caught between your teeth, thighs pressed together like that'll do anything for the incessant throbbing down south. it unfortunately lasts maybe 5 minutes before you cave, weak enough to let a hand slide down the front of your shorts to ease the growing ache building in your abdomen. sliding two fingers deep and pretending they're longer, slightly thicker. able to curl in a way yours can't. palming your breast under your cami and imagining that it's a slightly larger, warmer hand working you up like this.

pretending that it isn’t your roommate’s moans alone that's causing this stubborn arousal. hoping you’d time his orgasm just right so you’d finish with him.

hell, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru is, just not as loud.

he’s always ridiculously shameless about it too—deep groans, breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist as he strokes his cock. one you've pictured a shameful number of times. little praises choked out like there’s someone else there making him feel good.

“you’re so wet,” you’d once heard him murmur, voice edging off into a deep, toe curling moan, “feels so good, baby…”

it’s like he wants you to hear him.

which you do. every. single. fucking time without fail.

once is mistake, twice is a coincidence? but 3 times? and the various instances after those? satoru gojo is ruining your fucking life. your sanity.

not a coincidence, but pattern. sheer pattern. he has to know. if the knowing glint in his pale eyes when morning came meant anything, his chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously fucking not! grade a asshole, that’s what he is. it’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction–he’s annoying as hell when he wants to be, but a sweetheart of a friend. fixes stuff around the apartment without you even having to ask, makes you breakfast here and there, stays up at ridiculous hours with you when you can't sleep...among other things.

but now you know exactly how he sounds when he makes himself cum, how whiny he gets, and it just makes that fickle restraint falter even more.

aside from the whole ‘noisy jerker’ thing…he isn’t bad at all. you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. he at least handles his shit with the door closed (the singular saving grace).

tonight’s different though. you’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store—he’d been to one to offer up his card to restock the snacks in the communal cupboard, letting you go with a simple ‘get the good stuff, yeah?’

he’d been given a clear time frame so there’s no good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes and zero urgency at all.

"oh fuck…just like that.”

you halt mid step, frozen—card in your hold, heart clawing its way right up into your throat.

the sight is much more than you’d expected. he’s a much prettier sight than your imagination could've ever conjured up.

sweats pushed low and bunched on his thighs, muscled chest bare. his lashes rest against the flush dusting his cheeks, snowy strands mussed with a few damp ones sticking to his forehead. your eyes drop lower, you can't help it. to his happy trail, neatly groomed hairs that do match the drapes leading all the way down to his cock. it's shameful how fast blood rushes to your face. it's a pretty, flushed pink, a bead of precum welling at the tip as he strokes up and down, grip twisting near—

maybe…maybe you’d just wait till he finished. silently slip back into your room like you'd seen nothing at all, keeping the card till he finished. he wouldn’t mind. you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even be looking.

he’s jerking off and you’re just stood there like a peeping tom. gosh, you feel like a bigger pervert than he is. getting off to the sound of him is bad enough, now this?

“are you just gonna stand there?” the words come out of no where, startling you. it’s lazy sounding, a syrupy drawl tinged with amusement. like this is a normal, everyday conversation that you two have. the card slackens in your hold and your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get an excuse out, a ramble of apologies perhaps.

“you’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. his lips part around a moan, squeezing at the base of his cock on his downstroke to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with he strokes upward again, thumb brushing over a vein at the side. “—fine. you’re fine! come in, I was just thinking about you.”

you do, you’re not sure why you do. maybe it’s your body working faster than your mind is, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. clear betrayal of every sensible instinct you have. your limbs are moving before the words can even settle. he grins like he knew you’d do just that, shifting floorboards giving you away.

you try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. hefty cock held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. veins pulsing proudly under flushed, shiny flesh. a cock you’ve tried (you really have) to not imagine too often. glistening with what looks like either pre or saliva (maybe both). it's stiff and heavy looking in his hand—the kind of pretty that causes a near physical ache in your chest and somewhere lower, dampness between your thighs soaking through your panties.

“you’re gonna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing, right?” your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy. you will the dampness pooling between your thighs away, trying to focus on anything but him while actively ogling at his cock. you’re stood there like a deer in headlights, his words registering late. when they finally do, you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at his face, stumbling over words about only being here to give him his card. “huh? I don’t even…satoru, I promise you it’s not like that at all.”

“it’s not?” and then he laughs, all deep and rich, not at all helping with your situation currently.

“you just happen to play with yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle those vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell, he’d be nice enough to drop it so you could escape? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – the reviews were all lies.

a low, strangled noise leaves you - half startled, half mortified. trying to get a rebuttal out but your lips won’t cooperate.

satoru’s eyes open slowly, lids heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – lips parted, all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “haah—you’re not coming?” and god, he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual clench of your thighs, nor the bob of your throat with how harsh you swallow.

“a little watching got you all needy?” he notices. of course he does. “why don’t we help each other out, hm? take your panties off. let me see how wet you got for me.”

that gives you a pause, panties in question uncomfortably damp. hot in the face with..embarrassment? arousal? most definitely arousal. maybe that more than the former. your hands are shaky as they graze the soft edges of your shorts, hooking under the elastic band of your panties.

you don’t know why you’re just listening to him. blindly following his instructions like it's law. "I...I really came to give you back the card." walking out of here and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been. but you don’t – you’ve been wanting to at least touch him for ages, depriving yourself right now wouldn’t do either of you any favors. "I was about to leave."

the plain pale gray, now turned smoky at the center falls, string of arousal connecting the fabric and your core briefly before snapping. it hits the floor in a heap with your shorts, and you press his card onto the closest surface to free both hands up.

"mm, i'm sure you were." his gaze drops and he groans at the clear glistening between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.

“perfect. now c’mere, pretty.” he says again, softer this time. voice something warm and inviting.

you take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angling down in a simple gesture. his strokes somehow get slower, lazier. teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has dribbles of his pre spilling over his knuckles. you sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingertips biting into the hardwood. the ache between your thighs that you'd been managing well enough makes itself known with a harsh throb, looking up at him through your lashes.

“there you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up. the pad of his thumb traces your bottom lip, slow, pressing in just slightly at the center.

“say ahh, roomie.”

a/n: another one for my fellow satogooners (¬ ͜ ͡¬) 𖹭.ᐟ -- edited repost! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for reading! likes, reblogs and feedback very appreciated!