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the yard guys being obsessed with alex

random, slightly specific jjk dating headcanons part 2

(cause i have a lot of them)

warnings: gojo being gojo, slight nsfw, mostly gender neutral, manga spoiler(s) tagged below

first one did great! thanks guys! and since i'm an attention whore, i offer you part 2. here's part 1 and my growing masterlist

gojo

loves it when you wear his clothes, so he purposefully buys clothes the colors you like

calls you the cheesiest pet names

definitely a "bros before hoes" kinda guy. will open geto's calls even mid sex

okay they will DEFINETELY yell "heeell yeaaaa" at each other if he picks up mid sex

not even a hello

dumbasses (affectionate)

doesn't find expensive dinner dates exciting, he would rather take you to a smaller, comfier place

will talk about movies for HOURS

he will spoil the film while watching it

like... when you're watching films together at home, he will stare at your face to see your reaction

you turn around and see this: (⊙‿⊙)

won't shut up during the film either

prints out your nudes

loves bunny costumes

will call you bunny too

loves showing you off. he wants to make other people jealous

is actually really insecure. he won't know what to do when you compliment him

loves it when you belittle him (teasingly). sometimes, it is good to know he doesn't have to be the strongest

will make you kill the spider

bites you

furrows his brows while sleeping

geto

steals your scrunchies

smells like crayons

hates fitness. would rather do yoga or meditation, but he likes being the ripped GOD that he is

will gladly accept your request to do make up on him

mf will look better than you too

all of his books are color coordinated

hates poetry (kinnie moment ig)

has super light hands. you won't even feel him unhooking your bra/taking off your belt

his hand is always on your thigh while driving

has nipple piercings

he and gojo has matching nip piercings ALSKASKXASKDMAS bestie you're the third wheel here

"you should get the same one too!"

"this isn't a fucking friendship bracelet suguru"

won't admit it, but he would have a heart attack if you were to wear a maid costume

has sweet pet names, his favorites are "doll, darling"

sometimes while sleeping, he makes small noises in between breaths

first one to say "i love you"

he said it so casually cause he believes that saying i love you isn't important, showing you love someone is more important

and you know damn well he loves you

nanami

grab him by his belt

never misses an important date

would ask gojo to look after you when he has to be away for some time

if you're at a coctail party, let's say for business purposes, and nanami leaves you alone for a moment, he will lightly grab you by your waist behind your back and softly apologize on your ear once he returns

takes pictures of stray cats and sends them to you

he gets bored of social interactions easily, so it's common for him to just watch you lovingly you while you're speaking/listening

mostly vanilla, except for when he's not

doesn't like having sex, he wants to make loOoOove

after working overtime, when you greet him with a hot bath, he will ask you to join him

you don't need to speak all the time. silence with him is comfortable

will immediately notice if you're upset. won't ask you what's wrong right away, he will hug you and comfort you first

acts like he doesn't like nudes but he does, he really does

warned you about gojo a hundred times on the ride to your first time meeting him

"if you ever feel uncomfortable just tell me"

"i'm sure i'll be fine, nanami"

"...gojo is a dumbass, y'know?"

isn't jealous, he fully trusts you

doesn't sweat at all??? like how is that even possible??

grunts in his sleep it's kinda hot ngl

(manga spoiler) usually doesn't really like talking about haibara with others, but he likes talking about him with you. he feels comforted and safe with you, something he doesn't feel often

toji

buys the most unnecessary shit from his grocery trip

you probably have 5 untouched bottles of dish soaps cause hE ThOugHt yOu weRe RunNinG OuT

likes to be the small spoon sometimes

grabs you by your hip while walking

doesn't know how to cook for his life

before you two moved in, he only survived through noodles, cereal and beer

he gets excited every time you offer too cook, even though it has become a routine for you

won't help with the chores and then nag about you not doing something well enough for his liking

which results in you smacking him down and yelling

he helps with the chores now

will hop into the shower with you unannounced

will surprise you with small things that excite you, like a bar of chocolate or a mug

always puts the curtains in the wrong row

this is getting too domesticated let's get spicier

flirts with other women cause he doesn't think it means something. it's just so casual for him that he can't understand why you would get mad over it. he chose you after all

can't remember names

likes clothes that accentuate your features, but not in the super tight way

like dresses that hug your breasts and waist but has a puffier skirt, jeans that are skinny on the top and flared on the bottom etc etc

ass guy

snores a lot too, will deny that he does tho

once you show him that he DOES snore through a video, he responds with "real men snore"

fuck you toji

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morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

hes so long 😃

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he rips his dick off (not clickbait)

i need to do something to him

the way alex laughs…..

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Age gap

DILF Toji x F!Reader

A/n: Idk why this took me so long, hope you guys enjoy though!

Warnings: Age gap, sub space, cum kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, manipulation, rough sex, nipple play, fingering

Synopsis: In which you have a crush on your best friends dad.

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You know it’s wrong.

The twist in your gut when ever he gets too close tells you so. That it’s fucked up that you, barley old enough to be called an adult, has the hots for your best friend 38ish old dad, Toji fushiguro.

So of course you deny it. You ignore the giddy feeling in your stomach when ever your hanging out with megumi at his house and Toji smiles at you. You tell your self that the feeling will go away, but the thing is, it doesn’t. Not even now, as you stand in front of the fushiguro house, waiting for someone to answer the door bell.

Your heart jumps when the door finally opens, and your greeted with the towering sight of the man you were secretly hoping to see.

“Oh y/n, what brings you here?”

Viridescent eyes gaze into you, making you feel small and igniting a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey Mr. fushiguro, I was just-”

“Please I told you time and time again, toji is fine.”

“Oh…” you hesitate, the word feeling foreign on your lips. “Um ok, uh, T-toji, um I’m just here to pick up something I left from last time I slept here.”

You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“I see, what did you leave? If you tell me I can grab it for you.”

“NO!” Your voice comes out louder then expected, taking the grown man by surprise. “I mean uh, it’s ok it will be better if I just go up there and look for it, faster.”

Toji quirks a brow and you blush “ok then fine by me.” He moves out of the way so you can walk in and you smile.

“Thank you! I’ll be quick.”

As fast as you can, you walk up the stairs to megumis room; the path to in which you had already memorized from being her so often. Immediately, you get to work, getting on your knees and crawling all over the floor to find your stuff.

So what exactly was it that you were looking for? Well, it was your panties. Somehow they escaped your bag the last time you were sleeping over and megumi was away and unable to bring it back.

“Come on where is it….” You mumble to your self. “Where did that porcupine put it.”

Your too absorbed in your own actions to notice the door open or hear the foot steps behind you. Only when you hear the sound of a throat being cleared did you turn around.

“This what your looking for sweet heart?”

Your eyes widen at the pet name, and as if that weren’t bad enough, a full on blush washed over your face when you realized what toji was holding around his finger. It was your frilly pink panties.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you whisper, shamefully making your way to Toji who has a large grin on his face. “Thank you” you managed to squeak before snatching the cloth and putting it in your pocket.

“Your very welcome y/n.”

God why is his voice so sexy

“Um I think it’s best if I get going….” You trail off, glancing at the door, but Toji blocked it.

“Not so fast, havent you taken a look outside? It just started pouring, and it will be dangerous if I let you go home now.”

You look toward the window and low and behold he was right, it was not only pouring but windy as fuck. Where the gods trying to test you or something?

“Oh uh I’m sure it will be fine….” You mumble. There was no way you could stay here, alone, with your best friend hot dad who you were head over heels for. Who knows what embarrassing things you’d do or say. But at the same time some part of your brain was screaming at this opportunity because, you would be alone, with your best friends hot dad who you were head and over heels for.

“Nonsense. You’ll stay here until the rain stops. Come down stairs and I’ll give you some pajamas to change into.”

When you nod, a wide grin spreads at on tojis lips, like he just caught you in a trap or something. But you mentally slap yourself for thinking that. Surely he must have all good intentions.

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weak to you. // toji fushiguro.

+ drabble. short ‘n sweet.

+ wc. 800+

+ synopsis. you’re toji’s newest fixation. alt; he’s pussy whipped, you’re cockdrunk, it’s a match made in hell.

+ cw. fem reader. daddy kink. condescending praise. toji is very smug and full of himself as usual. size kink. dacryphillia. overstimulation. mindbreak (but only a little). creampie.

+ a/n. woke up and chose to be a whore. as always, 18+, minors do not interact. (also yes this is titled after the dexta daps song)

toji thinks he’s found his new obsession when he sinks into you for the third time that day, fourth time that week. he’s absolutely sure of it.

his thoughts only reinforce when he sees your reaction. the way your eyes cross and your back arches up, tits circling and pretty nipples becoming pert to the cold air. he looks down and sees the way your soft tummy tenses up, the way your pussy opens and splits itself to take in his thick veiny cock. you’re addicting, he thinks, watching the way you suck him in and soak him and all he’s doing is just sliding in. his large hands brace themselves on the soft of your hips, thumbs pressing into the front of your waist, and an open mouth smirk rests wickedly on his face as he slowly trails up your body to meet your glossy eyes and twitching lips once more.

you’re already about to cry and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

he doesn’t try to hide back his amusement, pawing up to you like wildcats to lambs. he licks up the side of your neck, flattening his tongue over the muscle, flicking it over the lobe of your ear and pressing a soft kiss accompanied by a dark chuckle to that soft spot right in the nook of your ear. his breath tickles over the sensitive hairs, causing you to twitch away and clench over him— oh shit, he’s gonna need you to do that again.

“‘s the matter, baby girl?” he coos and it’s mocking. “crying already? i’m barely halfway inside you.”

his dark eyes fall greedily to your reaction. he loves this, being so faux concerned and teasing with his tone. he loves it, because you never failed to give him just what he wanted. those doe eyes rounded off, pupils dilating as your eyebrows drooped, chest rising just a tad- just as it always did before you whined out to him.

“it’s- it’s—“ you can’t finish your sentence and he has no intention of you doing it. he pushes in another inch, humming at the way you stretch around him, messy pussy popping in glee as it desperately tried to accompany his cock. you gasp, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“too big?” he all but grins, sparing you that at least. his mercy is short lived, a deep chuckle erupting in the base of his throat. “i know.”

he pushes in more, licking his lips. your thighs start to quake and tremble as he forced the fattest section of his dick into you, barely sparing you any warning. agreeing to fuck him was warning enough. you whine and blink, and the glossiness gets watery, tears pooling at your waterline. you couldn’t get any cuter if you tried.

“too much for you?” he asks again. it’s rhetorical. you can’t answer and he doesn’t prompt you to, he could care less when he knew the truth. he was too much for you, overwhelming your senses until you broke and fell apart almost immediately whenever he looked at you. you shook like autumn leaves in his presence and yielded beneath him like dough. he chuckles again, leaning into your sensitive ear once more.

“i know.”

he pauses, and the anticipation builds up in you both.

“but you’re gonna take me anyway.”

he has to suppress a loud moan when he bottoms out, either from the way you wrapped around him, reacted to him or both. the tears in your crossed eyes break their retention and come running down the sides of your face, mouth opening and closing as you try to adjust to his sheer size. it’s pointless, he thinks, because he never gave you a chance to anyway.

“isn’t that right, princess?”

he could never get enough of how you clamped down around him whenever he said something you liked.

“yes, daddy.”

“atta girl.”

he pushes up onto his knees and grabs onto one of your legs, pressing a soft kiss to the ankle while holding the other one down by the thigh to keep you spread and split for him. his eyes travel down and he curses. every part of you was fucking pretty, but goddamn your pussy was something else. your clit was a pretty shade of rosy pink, engorged and yearning for the smallest touch— a graze from his thumb already had you creaming shamelessly around him. your lips stretched to their limit around the brunt of his cock and he hisses, pulling his hips back slowly, watching the way the silvery streaks of slick and cream coated over his cock thickly. he pulls and pulls until the head is just barely in your walls, and then—

“daddy!”

he drills himself back in all at once.

he can’t get enough of this, toji thinks. you’re too much. the way you cry out and babble, slutty little mouth drooling all over itself as you praise and praise him so shamelessly. it’s incredible, he thinks, after you spray all over him for the nth time that day and still cry for more, for him, for all of him. he thinks you’re insatiable when you pull your own legs to your chest, wrapping your hands around the back of your knees and begging him to go deeper, you wanna feel him deeper. he builds up a sweat with you, dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto your already stuck out tongue. you don’t even budge.

“cockhungry little thing aren’t you?” he beams after pulling you to the edge of the bed, propping one foot up on it and bracing the rest of his weight on the floor. “fucked you raw today and you still want more?”

and you insisted. chanted that you needed more, that he had to fill you up, that you needed to feel him dripping out of you one more time. toji wonders if he’s created another monster when you giggle and squeal, playing and pinching your own tits as he sinks into you again and again and again, or if you’d always been like this and no one ever fucked you proper to find out. he’s broken you and he knows it from the way you look at him with your pupils blown drug-like wide, nothing behind your eyes except the desperate need for his cum. he knows when you whimper out and whine for him, locking your ankles around his lower back and pressing him in until his cock nestles and kisses against your cervix and you keep him there. he knows after he pumps his thick seed into you and you thank him, crumbling into the bed while your spent cunt pulses and shivers in thanks as well.

yeah, toji concludes. he’s found his new obsession and he doesn’t plan on breaking away from you very soon.