men who keep their shirts on while getting off but it’s pulled up past their chest so they can bite down on the fabric deserve the world for that visual alone
Puppyboy Toby who chases Reader around the Slenderwoods and once he catches them, he bites down on the back of their neck and pins them face down ass up. Then he proceeds to hump his cock into them.
puppy! toby missing you bad while you’re away to the point where he roots through your dresser to find an article of clothing that smells remotely like you. he holds it up to his nose/mouth while he humps your pillow, and fucks himself dumb to where he’s just writhing on the bed; dick jerking up into nothing.
He's deep into humping your pillow to the point he doesn't even realize you're watching him from the door. You hold back a smile and scare him.
He panics and tries to explain himself but your hands already go to his cock and turn him into a whimpering mess.
Imagine bunnyboy Toby thumping his foot aggressively against the bed while you suck him off, his hands going down to tug your hair and fluffy long ears.
Then you start riding him but you don't like how much he's squirming, so you pin his wrists above his head. He gets shy and covers his eyes with his fluffy ears.
Threesome with HABIT and Toby but they have to take turns in the cuck chair.
During Toby's turn in the cuck chair he genuinely gets so mad and attacks HABIT, earning him more time in the cuck chair.
Then during HABIT's turn in the cuck chair, he's heckling the whole time and making mean comments to the point Toby's feelings get hurt and you need to comfort him.
Everyone talks about Toby with a yandere what about Toby with a himedere. I think that's so fitting for Toby, someone who already believes they should be treated like a princess with the guy who's gonna treat you like a princess?? It's a match made in hell honestly he makes her ego ten times worse
i love you and I love ur angst Yuji he’ll probably feel so sick and be so unlike himself during practice because he can’t stop thinking abt what he did wrong 😢😢😢
fic for context
my jock bf yuuji oh :( he’s absolutely destroyed by your break up i genuinely think it ruins him both mentally and physically. he spends a few nights sleeping in his truck outside of your dorm initially because he worries about you, he knows you spend late nights at the library and now he can’t walk you home to make you feel safe because you’re not even together anymore. so he waits outside to watch you go in. it takes a few days for megumi to convince him to actually go home and rest in bed because yuuji gets so worked up about your safety.
he hates sitting away from you in the lectures that you share, he gets swarmed by classmates who only care that he looks single and not about how he’s doing. it nearly kills him, the way you look over at him like you’ve lost something, like you knew he was never yours to keep.
yuuji would stay up late countless nights thinking about ways to fix it. bring you back to him — he’d tell coach gojo that he’d been studying extra hard when he’s caught dozing off at practice. when his muscles fail him and a gentle tackle nearly knocks him all the way out. yuuji can’t eat or sleep when he’s not with you, he picks at meals he’d scarf down in a heartbeat just to make you laugh. especially because he can’t step foot in the diner where you’d go for breakfast dates. i feel like he’d forget his water bottle at practise most days because you were always the one to remind him to being it.
during drills he’s barely there, consciously and he doesn’t even fight it when coach benches him for the teams next away game.
i do think you’d intervene at some point, whether you’re forced to by his teammates or perhaps you see him get injured during practise because of how weak and frail he looks. you’d slam a protein bar and a bottle of water into yuuji’s chest just outside the locker rooms all teary eyed because you’re more mad at yourself than him.
“destroying yourself, your body. it’s not going to win me back.” you say all wobbly. “quit worrying about me and focus on what actually matters.”
and I think that would destroy him all over again, the simple fact that you blame yourself for his own demise. the simple fact that you think you don’t matter to yuuji at all.
Synopsis; Seeing the creeps after being forced away from eachother for a while <3
Warnings; angst, fluff, smut, the three main food groups of literature; cursing, mentions of jerking off, heavy makeouts, desperate Jeff and Toby, Tim’s pills have an honorable mention,
A/N; yall are about to feast..
Jeff
Jeff cursed everyone out day and night. He was wanted and if he showed his face anywhere he’d be shot on sight. And while running away from the cops he dropped his phone and broke it leaving him with no contact to you.
Tbh everyone wanted him out of the house, he was a pain in the ass and made his misery everyone else’s problem.
He’d drink almost all the time, and stalk around the perimeter of the house for stragglers.
If he did find one he’d kill them mercilessly, making it impossible to identify them. And in his haze of murderous intent and alcohol, maybe even weed, he’d carve your initials anywhere he could. To let you know he still thinks about you, wants you, hell even loves you.
If the body’s don’t hit the news, or show off the initials he worked hard to carve, he’d toss the remote at the tv and break it. Infact that’s the fourth tv they’ve had to replace.
He’ll be pent up and it shows, he’ll use your old clothes he has that barely smells like you anymore and he hates it. Any photo he can get of you is added to the list.
It’s over when slenderman gives him the clear to go find you. He’s running as fast as he can, drunk or not he’ll sober up on the way there. Dipping through back alleys until he’s slamming into your door. Pounding on it until he gives up and breaks the lock on your window falling gracefully into your living room with a hard thunk.
Your rushing down the steps in your night wear only to see Jeff scrambling to get to you, basically tackling you into a desperate kiss, hands wandering everywhere he can gripping onto you with bruising strength.
It’s every thing he’s craved for the past months. Your house, your stupid clothes that smell just like you, the way you bitch at him to do shit.
He’ll tell you to be rough with him, grab onto him, hit him even, he just wants your touch, wants to know you needed him as much as he refuses to tell you the same.
Tim
Tim is so close to losing it genuinely. Brian and Toby have to placate him by saying things that don’t always work some nights.
He stares at his pills like they’ve personally offended him as he try’s to tell himself to be patient, that your waiting for him worried sick, and then he cycles back to how he can’t tell you he’s gonna be ok. Now he’s starting to worry you might think he’s dead, or worse just abandoned you.
He’ll break things, drink, wallow in his guilt until Brian’s had enough and smacks him over the head giving him a wake up call and tells him to do some yard work or something to keep him moving.
He’ll fall asleep with your photos in hand, the ones that he was forced to take with you per your request. Unfortunately for him he’ll think about the things he wants to do to you when he gets back, to make up for all the time that’s been lost.
When he gets the all clear to come see you, he doesn’t think twice about hopping in the truck, driving to your house with worrying speed. But when gets to your house he stands outside your door realizing he’s got to say something, fuck anything at this point.
And when the door opens after he psyched himself into ringing the door bell, standing there sweating running a hand through his hair, foot tapping a mile a minute, it all freezes when he sees your stunned face.
Just taking a moment to breathe you in when he says, “Baby I..” at a loss for words he comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t need them, when you close the distance, slamming your mouth against his in a heated kiss. His burly arms are straining against his flannel as they wrap around your waist. Moving to pin you against the wall, breaking away to tell you how sorry he is, how he missed you so much, that he lost his phone and couldn’t contact you.
You’d have to tap his shoulder to pull him away from the sloppy make out to take him inside to where you really need him, and believe me he gladly obliges. Picking you up, with his hands supporting your thighs while he kicks the door shut.
Brian
Brian would be livid, when he realized he dropped his phone hearing the sick crack hitting the pavement his heart dropped and he almost went back for it. But if he got caught he’d actually never see you again, so he keeps running with Tim in front.
Brian realizes that he can’t use the computers cause they try to track it, so Tim basically confiscates it so he doesn’t attempt to make contact.
He’ll sit and watch tapes of you guys doing stuff around your place or out at the park, and drink his whiskey.
He refuses to go out some days, cause all he wants to do is sit in front of his tv watching tapes like their reruns while silently brooding. During this his stubble grows out quite a bit, and Tim has to tell him he basically looks homeless for him to shave and take care of himself.
Brian likes to work on the truck when he’s sick of the couch he’s basically called his home. He likes to play tape recordings of you talking and sometimes he answers back to make it feel like he’s home again.
When the tape ends he’s broken from his trance and calls himself pathetic while becoming angry again. He’ll try to calm himself saying it’s only for a few more days, cops will give up, and he’ll take you for a nice drive.
Slenderman’s go ahead was everything he’s been craving to hear. Making sure he shaved before hand because Tim’s been nagging him about it, and because he doesn’t want you to see how badly this affected him.
He’ll take the back roads to your house, thinking of every apology he’s gonna say, every thing he’s gonna do to make up for the time he’s missed out on, and suddenly he’s already fidgeting on your porch as he knocks heavily with more force then he meant to.
And when the door swings open all the words he was planing to say were thrown out the window, taking you in for a desperate kiss that knocks the breath out of you as he backs you up into the house, the cold wall of the entrance making you shiver.
He’s taking his time, it’s slow, and hot as if he’s taking the moment to remember every detail. Making sure he doesn’t forget a damn thing.
Toby
Toby is a whole mess, when he realizes he’s lost his phone. His tics get worse, he’s snapping and throwing fits left and right. All he wants is to see you, be in your arms, he wants you to tell him it’ll be ok.
Brian is sick of his shit, having to hide is computer from him so he doesn’t try contacting you. And Tim refuses to leave the car keys out in the open so he doesn’t get arrested on his way there.
He has to force himself to shower, he hates this distance and keeps thinking you’re mad at him, that you hate him and moved on. Toby doesn’t leave his room either, and it’s mostly trashed now, due to his fits and in his searches for your leftover clothes.
He’ll absolutely jerk off to your clothes, crying that he’ll come home and make it right. Fuck you right, give you whatever you want. He’s desperate and digs for any scrap of you left.
When slenderman lets them know the cost is clear, he’s demanding for the keys, saying he needs to see you. Brian doesnt want him driving his nice car and crashing it, Tim doesn’t want them to go back into hiding and he also doesn’t wanna be in the car alone with Toby, so they all pile in and drive him to your place.
He is legit tweaking out, being the worst back seat driver as he presses up against the glass looking for your house.
They eventually kick him out of the car and speed off, yelling that they’ll never do any favors for him again. But he doesn’t care as he scrambles up to your window climbing the side of the house to get into your bedroom, slipping in with a yell.
Luckily he can’t feel it, but you’re stunned seeing your boyfriend crack his shoulder back into place almost forgetting why he’s here until your eyes meet each other’s.
Suddenly he’s ripping his muzzle off, spewing apology through harsh tics and snaps. Toby wants to scoop you up and squeeze you so badly, but he’s afraid he’s not worthy of it after leaving you with no communication.
You’ll have to pull him into your arms first, peppering kisses all over him until he breaks down and curls up into you. Repeating his words of how sorry he is until you both pass out on your bed.
Habit
Habit would have to be in a lot of trouble to be hiding. And he’d try every way possible to communicate that but he just can’t stroll through this like he usually would.
He’s mad, livid, that his mate, as he likes to call it, is all alone without him. You need him and he’s not there.
He’ll wonder if you’re bored without him, if you’re looking for him too. Habit didn’t have the luxury of taking anything with him but sometimes on his journey he’ll steal phones and try to text you but most times the phones die before he gets to have a full conversation with you.
They’ll be ominous and you’ll be worried that someone else is stalking you now that habits out of the picture. What’s left of him you take and moving somewhere else. Cops are bound to sniff around there and either way you won’t be safe.
By the time habit is out in the clear, the house is already excepting nature, its dusty and whoever he left in there that you didn’t know about has also withered away.
He’ll track you down, it’s not what he wanted but he knows that you’re his and he will always come back. Whether you like it or not.
Nina
Girl is panicking. She’s upset and crying, glittery mascara that you bought her is staining her face.
She doesn’t leave her room, barely showers, eating is an after thought, and all these pictures of you are her only comfort.
Nina hates that all the photos she had mostly of you on her phone were crushed during her escape. Her time away from you affects her worse, sending her spiraling to the point her bed sheets haven’t been changed ever since you last slept in them.
It’s like she’s trying to preserve you, mourning you in a way. She’ll write manically about what she’s gonna do to the people who thought they could get close to you while she was gone, and what kinda stuff she’s gonna get you at the mall. She broke quite a few glitter pens in the making of these.
When she gets the word she can see you again she panics, she needs to shower, shave, get dressed in something remotely clean, do her makeup.
By the time she comes to see you she’s sweating nervously, knocking on the window for you to let her in. You’re already on her, helping Nina come in, while asking her what happened and where she’s been.
She’ll explain nervously, telling you how her phone broke, how desperate she was to come back to you, that she needs you in every aspect of her life. Promising you that she’d never leave you like this.
Nina also thought it a good idea to grab you a little something on the way back, it’s not much just some snacks you like. She’ll munch on them while curled up in your bed with you, watching some cheesy romcom like you usually do.
𑣲⋆ Synopsis ! : Attractive things they do | wc : 2.3k
𑣲⋆ Characters ! Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu & Ben Drowned x fem!reader {separate}
𑣲⋆ warnings : smut | fem!reader | suggestive | cunnilingus | dry humping | implied sex | weed use | mirror sex | mention of sex tapes | vaginal fingering | slight asphyxiation | use of 'slut' once | subtle dacryphilia | mention of spanking | mentions of filming sex |
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Ticci Toby
Purposefully playfights you to get you underneath him.
He knows he can put you on your ass in seconds, despite his lean frame he's hiding hardened muscle and strength under that hoodie of his, he really just enjoys feeling you squirm underneath him - bucking your hips up into his to try and shift his weight off you - not realising he's already hard and twitching against your thigh. Your arms are pinned to the grass above your head, wrists grasped in one of his hands as he now shamelessly ruts into your clothed heat, forcing a moan from your throat at the friction of denim grinding up against you. You'd say you didn't know it was going to end this way - but let's be realistic - when the same scenario has happened so many times you'd think the past was repeating itself, what did you expect?
Kisses all the way up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh before going down on you.
It's so heady, the way he presses open mouthed kisses in a worshipful trail up your leg, smearing saliva from the open gash in his cheek across your smooth skin. He affectionately nips at the junction between your thigh and your dripping heat, huffing out an amused laugh when you whine and tangle your fingers in his messy hair, dragging his head closer to where you're throbbing with need for him. "Mmm- so g-good for me pre- p-pretty girl.", mumbled into the sticky mess of your pussy, sending vibrations sparking like fire up your arched spine. He pulls away, only to mouth and bite up the other leg, hoisting that one over his shoulders too - rubbing his slick coated thumb in reassuring circles on your trembling ankle.
Jeff the Killer
"Oh Yeah?"
Oh it's so infuriating, and so attractive at the same time. You could be mid-argument, calling him an asshole for whatever he's done this week - left a hoodie wet with fresh blood staining your sofa, come over at 3am with no notice and made you think someone had broken in, practically shoved you out of your own bed and stolen your entire duvet, it could really be anything - but when he throws you that smug little "Oh yeah? You mad baby?", you know it's a losing game. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the amused, cocky smirk on his face and the way he's leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom has your panties getting damp, but you're pretty sure by the way his expression widens into a grin - he already knows exactly what it does to you.
Forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror.
You're on all fours, barely holding yourself up on trembling arms as Jeff drives his cock into you again and again, one arm wound around your hips to drag you back in time with every thrust. You moan, high and needy, only to be cut off when his free hand suddenly clasps around your throat, hauling your torso upright and back against his so you're practically vertical. Only then do you notice the long mirror leant against the wall at the foot of his bed, even as your head spins from the dizzying pressure from the bruising grip he has on your neck. "Go on babe, look.', You feel the words smeared against your shoulder as he sucks hard, leaving another mark no doubt, 'Hah- such a slut for me.". The pressure on your neck lessens but doesn't vanish, leaving you to take short whistling gasps of air, but still being forced to stare at the obscene sight reflected back at you - slick mess being forced out of your cunt around his cock and dripping down your thighs, red blooming marks wet with fresh blood where your skin has broken under his canines scattered like loose petals across your neck and shoulders, cheeks damp with tear tracks. It has you clenching around him, driving a deep groan from Jeff's throat and another clamp of his hand around your neck, making your head spin with lightheaded ecstasy.
Eyeless Jack
Watches you when you're not looking.
You can feel it all the time, the heavy weight of his gaze following your movements like a predator tracking it's prey. Maybe it's the fact you've been prancing around his lab like the world's most tempting distraction in those tiny sleep shorts you know have his composure fraying at the edges - but hey, who can prove you came in here in material so thin he can practically see the outline of your cunt on purpose? You can all but sense him lingering on every curve of your body, and the thought of him engraving the sight of you into his mind has that flimsy material more soaked than you'd like to admit.
Leaves bite marks in trails up your body that stay for days.
You catch the edge of red blooming on your collarbone in the edge of the bathroom mirror the morning after, circling back only to see every bare inch of skin littered with deep indents already bruising blue and purple - all the way from your neck, down your back to the end of the trail at your ankle. They're animalistic in arrangement, no real placement or calculation like you'd expect from Jack, simply markers of carnal need printed onto skin. Your fingers skim the dents, noticing the dried blood around where the outline of his teeth is deepest - and feeling the heat pool in your stomach at the memory of it.
Masky
Grabs your chin to force you to make eye contact.
He's balls deep, thrusting so hard your body jolts up so far you're almost hitting the headboard every time his hips meet yours with a heavy 'thwack!', pelvis grinding against your twitching clit and sending the first sparks of your orgasm lighting the nerves along your inner thighs alight. You turn your head into the pillow, damp with sweat, grasping and twisting the sheets in your hands as you squirm away from the pleasure - before a firm hand clutches your chin, forcing your gaze upwards. "Look at me sugar.", Tim drawls, forcing the thumb of the hand that's tilting your chin up in between your lips, feeling the vibrations of every low whine and moan you let out, "Don't run from it.". You do, because what other choice do you have? That, and the fact that you have to watch as the edge of his lips curl in smug satisfaction at the sight of you unravelling underneath him has you wanting more already.
Has a polaroid nude of you in his wallet for when he's away on missions.
What can he say? Tim's a man with needs, and his needs are - partially - resolved with the sight of you barely covered by scandalous black lace that's tucked safely into the worn leather of his wallet, facing inwards of course, he doesn't need Brian or - god forbid - Toby, seeing his woman in such a position. While nothing compares to feeling the textured material under his thumbs as he brushes them over your peaked nipples or traces the edge of your panties before tugging them down, being able to see you sinking two fingers inside yourself, the other tugging lace to the side, beats having to imagine it himself. Not that he couldn't, trust him, he's got every curve and inch of your body burned onto the inside of his eyelids - he just likes the physical evidence.
Hoodie
Moves you by the hips.
It's like second nature, the way he manhandles you so casually. You could be stood at the counter, and suddenly there's pressure at your hips as he shifts you just shy of the cabinet above your head, grabbing something and then walking off. It's not inherently erotic, yet the unceremonious display of dominance just has your insides twisting with want. You're starting to think he's figured it out, now taking every opportunity to shift your body, lifting you to perch on countertops like you weigh nothing, setting you aside to reach something in his toolbox as he's working on his truck, grasping your hip with a firm hand before you can knock part of a disassembled sniper off the table on accident. And every time he plays innocent, as if he wonders why he ends up with a needy girlfriend in his lap every time he manoeuvres you around.
Makes you get yourself off to the sex tapes you've filmed - while he watches you.
He's got that old camcorder that never seems to leave his side plugged into the laptop resting at the foot of the bed, reflecting a grainy video - zoomed in on the sight of his cock sinking in and out of your drenched cunt as you're bent over the arm of the couch - back at you. You moan, half embarrassed and half so turned on that you can hardly believe it, as you sink two fingers into the slick mess between your legs. Your eyes flick over to Brian, leant back into the slightly worn leather of the armchair, thighs spread as he palms the bulge in his jeans. "Watch the video dolly, don't look at me.", you tear your gaze away reluctantly, turning back to watch just as video-Brian's hand cracks down on your ass, leaving a faintly scarlet handprint forming in it's place - so visceral you can practically still feel the sting lingering on your skin. You can feel the weight of his stare from metres away, watching with half lidded eyes as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, and hey, maybe he'll film this too, for the next time he feels like torturing you with the evidence of how needy you are in your desire for him.
Liu Woods/Sully
Whispers praise between heated kisses. {Liu}
He's got you pressed to the wall, flush to his heaving chest as his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping between your lips when they part around a shaky moan. One hand snakes around to cradle the back of your head, giving you no room to part from his tongue sliding against yours as he runs it over the sharp points of your canines, the other skirting down your side, caressing the curve of your waist to settle on your hip. He draws back hardly an inch when your nails begin to dig a little too tight into his shoulders, allowing you to draw in inordinate lungfuls of air as he smears gentle kisses down the unmarked slope of your neck. "My pretty girl...', he murmurs the words into the freshly blooming mark under your jaw, 'so good for me, always." You've had barely 30 seconds to breathe before his tongue is back in your mouth, greedily swallowing every little breathy moan you let out, groaning low when you cant your hips up into his. He pulls away again seconds later, dipping his forehead to rest on yours, lips still so close you're sharing every dizzying inhale. "Hahh... you're beautiful like this, you know?" he whispers against your cheek, you whine, threading your arms together behind his neck, and his mouth is back on yours - only this time he's kissing a little harder and the hand at your hip is busying itself with the zipper of your jeans.
Mocking sympathy. {Sully}
"Aw, does it hurt?', he says it in that condescending tone he knows makes your spine arch just that little bit harder, 'poor baby." You can make out the cocky curve of his lips through your murky vision, blurred with tears that bead at your waterline and leave damp trails down your cheeks. Your legs stay hooked over his hips, tremoring every time the head of his cock grinds deep into that sweet spot inside you and his free hand glides over your abdomen, pressing down onto the faint outline of him distending your stomach. It's Liu's face that leans in to swipe the salty tracks on your face off with his tongue, grinning with wolfish satisfaction, but it's not your Liu that laughs dark under his breath, "Aw, too much? Need me to slow down?", before snapping his hips into yours with even more brute force than before.
Ben Drowned
Shotguns his blunt into your mouth.
It's intoxicating, the way his thumb traces your spit coated lower lip, parting them for him before blowing a cloud of heated smoke into your lungs. He does it so effortlessly, tapping the blackening ash off into that stupid minecraft ash tray you got him months ago without even having to look at what he's doing. Your mind blurs with each hazy inhale, anchoring yourself in the weight of the inky jet pools staring back at you - ignoring the smug little smirk he has on his face. He rubs his thumb across your lip once more, smearing a track of saliva down your chin with a breathy laugh before withdrawing, tugging you down onto his shoulder as he leans back onto his bed, illuminated by the glow of monitors that outline the next billowing cloud of smoke that he exhales.
Sits you on his lap while he games.
He drags your hips on top of his the second you sit down, facing you towards the harsh glare of a monitor while his arms settle loosely around your waist, grasping the controller in front of you. You're not sure if his goal all along was to draw your attention to his nimble fingers, the way they moved with such precise speed across the controller, flicking the joysticks up and down - faintly reminding you of something else... Well he was practically begging you to ride his fingers by doing that. Which is how you ended up with three slender fingers curling and prodding at your most sensitive spot as you muffled high-pitched cries of pleasure in his neck. "So needy for me babe, heh.", he laughs while deft fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of your clenching walls as he brings his thumb to your throbbing clit, flicking up and up repeatedly.
A/N: Going back to my roots (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I need Toby & Jeff sb...
Imagine you find his notebook unattended, he's always so protective over it and you wondered what he writes inside. It surely can't be that bad right..?
What you weren't expecting was a list of every thing you were into or you enjoyed when fucking your boyfriend. Even some things you hadn't realised yourself!
You heard the familiar tread of Izuku's footprints too late and you had no time to hide. Turing to look at him you put your hands up in the air. You felt a little guilty about reading something so personal now..
Izuku turned so red so fast. "Oh my gosh! Please don't tell me you read any of that!!" He scrambled over and practically whimpered when he saw what page you were reading. You chuckled to yourself awkwardly, "You seem to know me better than I do.."
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