Jjk Men X Reader Smau

whenever i hear the line "fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life. you fuckin' these hoes, i'm fuckin' my wife" i always think of domesticated toji. so protective of his little family. so turned on by his pretty wife. nothing else even comes close.

he pities the acquaintances he's made in his line of work— never committing to one person and constantly giving him shit for not doing the same. they have no idea what they're missing.

he stops for groceries on the way home most nights. more often than not, he has to grab the extra diaper bag from his backseat and use the baby wipes to clean his bloody hands. he's not the type to bring you flowers, but he always picks up a drink or sweet he knows you like.

a boy on the playground makes your little girl cry and it's "oh you think that's funny? get over here you little punk. i'll show you funny—"

he doesn't understand why you're dragging him (and gumi, who's cracking his knuckles and following along) in the other direction while rambling apologies to the boy and his parents.

really though, he couldn't ask for more from life. not with everything you've given him. and certainly not when he buries himself in you every night, your knees pressed to your chest while you beg him for another baby.

choso has you in the meanest mating press, knees pressed to your chest and the most lewd expression on your face. choso just keeps bullying his cock in you. a mix of yours and his spent sullying the sheets below you both. mind blanking and whirring in pleasure. you’re barely pushing his shoulders, shaking from how sensitive you were, but he just presses his hips harder against yours whining, “no no baby please, y’told me i could fill you up, ‘m gon’ make you feel s’good, mhm?”

he’s whining and gripping your thighs so hard, you think it might just leave some nasty bruises but he really can’t help it. he just feels so good, you feel so good. he digs his face into your neck, his panting breaths roll down your skin as he grinds his cock into you. “‘m gonna cum fuck please—“ he’s babbling and almost crying from how good you make him feel. “hngg— you feel— fuck! feel so good, baby— y’feel so good— fuck please!” at this point choso doesn’t even know why he’s saying please, its as if he’s asking for mercy for how good he feels. it’s too much.

with how sensitive you are, you try pushing his shoulders back, wanting a break from his cock abusing its way into you. “choso— mm, please, can’t—!”

“no! you can, baby, please—“ he sobs, “please, one more!” his hands move to your hands gripping his shoulders, he holds them in place above your head and snaps his hips harder, letting out a choked moan as your walls try to push him out from how much you’re clenching.

you turn your head to the side, burying it in the pillow below you as your mind goes hazy from the pleasure, feeling that familiar warmth spreading in your abdomen. but choso doesn’t seem to like that as he leans into you and nudges your head to face him.

“look at me, baby, please.” he pants, his hips snapping against yours in a sloppy rhythm. “need t’see you when you cum.”

tears well into your eyes as you try to keep your half-lidded eyes trained onto his. you squirm around as you feel that tight coil in your stomach. “mm— choso— oh fuck, please. gon’ cum.”

“mhm, cum for me baby, yeah?” he moans out, pressing your lower stomach down with his free hand. it makes you thrash around as his tip hits that spot, gasping as your orgasm hits you like a train.

choso growls as he slots his lips on to yours and slides his tongue in your mouth. you cry out as you try to push him away. wanting to breath, but with the way he’s pushing his cock deeper, chasing his high, and shoving his tongue down your throat, your already fuzzy head turns woozy as you’re deprived of oxygen.

you turn your head away, gasping for air. choso whines at the loss of your lips and chases after you. “mphh— no no wait baby one more kiss,” his tongue slipping into your mouth once more, groaning at your pathetic whines. he lets out a final whine as he spills into you, fucking you well and slowly losing pace to a stop as he sits inside your walls.

he pulls away and stares as you gasp out for air, letting out a grunt of pleasure as you shake. he runs his hands on your thighs, to your stomach, satisfied with how much he’s filled you.

he rubs his thumb against your tummy as he pushes it slightly making you jump and push his hands away at the over sensitivity of it all.

“shh baby you’re ok.” he breathes out, rubbing at your skin as you come down from your high. he hums softly as he moves you to your side and holds you in his arms, making sure he sits right inside you still.

“my baby, was s’good.” choso mutters as he kisses your head, his fingers massaging the back of your head gently. you nuzzle against his chest as you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

choso silently rubs your back as your tired eyes close and you slowly drift to sleep. his eyes drag over your face, then down to your stomach where he splays his hand over it.

he really could never get enough of filling your cute cunt up.

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alright that’s that for my annual post LOL do what yall wanna do with this one, chat. i’ll see you in the next one or something ✌️

Falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder on the jet, snoring lightly as you finally get some sleep.

Spencer’s been waiting all case for you to sleep properly, but no amount of tea at night and magnesium rich foods helped. The only thing that did it was you wrapping the case up and going home.

Now, he can’t move his shoulder for the next three hours of the flight and finds he doesn’t mind.

Spencer spends time just watching you, taking in the way your chest moves up and down and how your cheek smushed up against his shoulder makes you look delicate and soft.

“She okay?” Derek asks, seeing Spencer’s attention on you so keenly.

“Huh?” Spencer lifts his head, almost like he’d been in a trance. “Yeah she’s okay, just exhausted.”

His hand cradles your head to his shoulder as they move through a bit of turbulence. Derek smiles, a fierce sort of older brother feeling building in his chest.

“Do you think she’ll kill me if I take a photo?” He asks, Spencer shakes his head.

“Let her sleep, Derek.” He boos but walks back to his seat sipping his coffee.

Spencer stretches for his own coffee, frowning when you stir and grab hold of his shirt. “M’right here,” he murmurs, sitting back and pressing his lips to your temple as you settle.

“Okay loverboy!” Emily coos, Spencer rolling his eyes even as he blushes. “You guys going back together? Having a quiet night in?”

Before Spencer can answer, Hotch is chiming in. “Emily,” it’s a warning but the woman lives for teasing you and Spencer.

“What? I just wanna know if she has secretly pink walls with pretty flowers.”

Spencer scoffs, like he’d ever tell them. “Yeah they’re hot pink with white ones.” His thumb strokes your cheek, brushing up against the crush of your eyelashes every so often.

It takes Emily the rest of the flight to realise Spencer was fucking with her and Spencer is comforted by the fact that you have grey walls with posters of all your favourite shows and a couple pieces of artwork, some of pretty flowers; that none of them have seen.

A series of moments being Gojo Satoru Wife!

Originally this was supposed to be jjk adults multi one shot and to be posted a month ago... Only for Gojo to take the spotlight LMAO

𑁤◞ it will be a double win situation for satoru, even if your child is his copy or yours like what difference does it make.

“ohh yeah, dear, now you have not one beautiful man, but two.”

or…

“i can’t believe, now i have not one beautiful girl, but two.”

when someone interrupts sexy time

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You’ll be getting a lot more than serotonin if werewolf Steve knots you buddy 😉

i just want him to be unprepared and unready for it so he half freaks out when he can't pull out, but the other half of him that's experiencing pure bliss just overwhelms him entirely and makes it impossible to even think of worrying about it. and as soon as he softens up enough to move and he's flooded your poor hole with cum, he's immediately thinking of diving back in and soothes your aching walls with his fingers to prep you for another breeding session he has waiting in the wings. because fuck, it was a little scary, but whatever that was that he did he wants to do it again.

The Tape

Reader and Conner’s sex tape gets leaked…

Based on this…

Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post

A/N: @fanfictionlover277353 Heard you wanted some more! Here’s some of my nonsense!

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"Come on, Babs. Please. I'm begging. Just for a few hours. Two tops." Dick's whining could be heard through out the entire cave. The vibrato of his voice echoing off the rocky walls and stalagmites as he leaned over Barbara's shoulder and played with her hair.

She was currently sitting at the Bat Computer, looking over anything related to the family or incidents in Gotham with strained eyes and an exasperated look on her face.

"I told you, I'm busy-"

"You need a break." Dick interrupted, playing the hypocrite with a grin. "Come on, two hours. We'll watch a movie, you can even pick. No sappy Rom-coms, anything you want. All your choice." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Admittedly, Barbara was tempted, but she let out an indulgent sigh.

"Fine. I'll set up notifications to alert me if anything that needs to get scrub gets posted." She quickly type out a few things on to the computer, having it connected to her phone before Dick whisked her off with way too much excitement.

It was a simple notification system. One that would alert her if anyone's vigilantes identities were mentioned in the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't set up to alert her if anyone's civilian identities were mentioned. That included the family's only civilian member as well.

And, a lot can happen in two hours with the power of the internet and a very interesting topic.

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You were having a good day. A very nice day. You had gone out into the world, enjoying the sights and sounds of a mid-morning Gotham. Ignoring the wailing sirens in the distance, by now you had grown used to it.

Dick, Babs, and Alfred where in the manor doing either Bat stuff or sleeping. Damian was visiting Jon. Duke was on patrol. Cass was at dance practice. Bruce was at the Watchtower. Tim was at the Wayne office. Stephanie was your chaperone (stalker) of the day. And, Jason was fuck who knows where.

A peaceful, calm day.

Until you got a Twitter notification and you realized...

"Oh, that's not good. That is really not good." You mutter, watching as the internet burns while you drink your coffee. Not like you could do much else. You still sent a quick text to Conner, just to prepare him while you mentally packed.

You warned him when he suggested filming the two of you making love in the Wayne manor parlor right in front of the fireplace.

You had suggested you’d both go to the mountains and fuck in the wild, but he just had to be kinky and want to do it in the manor. Better lighting he said.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it had been your anniversary and he had pulled out all the stops, you would’ve said no. (It doesn’t matter that he had you literally crying from the pleasure when the two of you had finally finished filming. Nope. Not at all.)

However, that mountain sex might still be on the table. You didn't want to be around when the rest of the family saw that video, so a remote location in the mountains sounded like a decent idea. You’d been wanting to runaway from the manor for a while anyway.

“Hey, Steph, hand me your phone real quick…” Best to probably by yourself some time.

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Conner had a tendency to mute his notification on all his socials. Not that he didn't look at what people tagged him in or mentioned him in. He just find it easier to manage.

So when he got a text from you saying to check Twitter, he was a bit puzzled. But, he figured you had seen him tagged in something funny and wanted him to see it too.

Only for the record in his head to scratch when he realized what he had been tagged in.

"SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit." Could he get off planet fast enough? This was bad. Not the video. That was good. He may have thrown extra fuel on the fire by liking it and retweeting it on to his official account, but, damn it, was he proud of that. Probably shouldn’t have hired that rando to edit it for him though.

But, yeah, he was about to possibly be the only man ever murdered in cold blood by Batman. It was one thing to fuck his civilian daughter, but filming it in the man’s own home? Yeah, the kryptonite was definitely coming out and getting stabbed into his skull.

"JON! Distract Damian!" Conner yelled out before taking off, knowing that Jon's super hearing would pick up it up. Best get to Gotham and grab you before Batman came after his ass.

There was a nice planet a few solar systems over that you two could have some fun on. Maybe if he was lucky, you could visit that spot in front of the fireplace on last time. He doubted the two of you would get another chance to do it there again.

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Jason had actually been at Roy’s that day, having finished some Outlaw business from the night before. Only to be interrupted when Roy suddenly choked on his drink and sprayed it all over him from across the table. Soaking Jason and the papers on said table.

“What the fuck?” He muttered in disgust whipping the dripping liquid off him.

Roy, however, was still choking. Wheezing as he clutched his phone like it was the most precious thing in existence.

“Nothing! Nothing!” Instantly, Roy was trying to back the video up the Cloud and his back up phone. He’s paid for porn with less quality than this and he was not wasting this opportunity before it was scrubbed from the internet.

“Let me see that.” Jason pushed the table and slammed it into Roy’s gut, causing the phone to clatter on to it. A video silently playing on the screen.

A video of two people in a fancy parlor. Doing very intimate things.

Two people Jason knew. In a fancy parlor that Jason knew.

A parlor that Jason had literally sat in three days ago watching the fire in the exact same fireplace.

“Did you fucking save this, asshole?”

“Dude, that is ART!”

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Back in the BatCave Alfred had come down to tidy up after resting a bit only to look at the screen in horror. Despite his many skills, socially media escaped him at times.

However he did manage to learn one thing…

“That was what was on my bloody carpet?!”

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Tim had been in his office, going over a couple charts when his secretary burst into the room. Stumbling and falling on the floor panting. One of her heels broken.

Normally she was a serious and composed woman, not tolerating any nonsense from him. So this behavior was unexpected and worrisome.

Tim rushed to stand up at help her when she suddenly blurted out, “Leaked sex tape!”

That made him panic. Before confusion hit him.

“Wait, did I film on of those? I don’t remember filming one of those-“

“Your sister! Superboy! PR is going fucking nuts and getting calls. Share prices are fucking increasing because of this!”

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The Justice League Watchtower was in a meeting. Quite a long one judging by the way most of it’s members sitting around the table seemed to be drifting off or subtly scrolling their phones.

Oliver Queen, Green Arrow was one of those people scrolling. Checking over twitter, catching up on the latest gossip. Only to nearly fucking scream in the middle of the meeting when he realized what Superboy had shared on his official account.

Forget man of steel, the kid has damn balls of steel.

Worst yet, the video had been posted for over an hour. A full hour. Almost two. There was no way that was going to be getting scrubbed and forgotten. He’d bet it was in a military archive already with a team of scientist documenting the half-Kryptonian’s dick size right now.

It was an impressively long video. One that Oliver was sorely tempted to watch. But, he didn’t because he knew Batman would actually rearrange his face if he did. Like fist and plastic surgery rearrange it.

So, when he heard Batman’s voice ring out in the meeting, he broke his phone in half to hide the evidence of his discovery.

Only, Batman hadn’t been calling for his attention. He was calling for Booster Gold’s.

“Booster, focus on the meeting. Put that away—“

It was amusing to see Booster get caught with his phone out watching him scramble to shut it off in a panic. Only for it to fall to the ground.

And, the sound to turn on at full volume.

Moans to fill the silent void of the room.

Oliver could only look on in horror when he realized just what Booster had been watching, during a Justice League meeting, and across the table from Batman himself.

“Conner, please, p-please, stop teasing.”

“No, I don’t think I will. You look so pretty like this. All nice and—“

No one moved. Not as they watched Batman literally work through every emotion under that cowl of his and Superman’s face went as white as it possibly could, anguish washing over both their faces when they realized who was in the video booster was watching.

Diana was the only one that stood up and moved to pick up the phone. Everyone held their breaths when she slowly looked down at the screen.

“Quite impressive. You both must be proud.” She said with a slight hum.

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A/N: I apologize so much for this, but I just was cackling the entire time I came up with this and wrote it. Forgive me y’all! 🙏🏻

A/N: All the Twitter stuff was randomly generated and picked! I’m not good with it, but I added it for giggles!

quiet weekends with choso. neither of you have to deal with any missions, plus yuuji is safe with his teachers so choso is free from the responsibility of being an older brother for just a little while.

door locked, phones on silent; it's just you and him at his apartment. comfortable clothes, warm meals that you cook together, lots of laughter as you stand next to him over the sink and help out with dishes. plenty of cuddling, naps, and soft touches while watching movies on the living room couch. resting in the bath he prepared for you while he sits near the tub and talks to you about anything and everything. taking a break from telling your own stories to kiss him, because he's adorably staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he's so fucking in love with you.

wearing his hoodie to bed because even though you're sleeping next to him, it's not enough; you want to be fully consumed by his scent and everything else that makes him so wonderful. long conversations in the dimly-lit bedroom as it rains outside. him pulling you closer and whispering just how much you mean to him. sex so gentle, loving and so intimate that you nearly cry because it feels so good and he makes you feel so safe. falling asleep to the feeling of being so treasured, and waking up to him cuddling you. his hair is messy and he's barely awake, and he's softly kissing you and telling you to go back to sleep because he can tell you're still tired.

him watching you sleep, silently promising to you that in the future, you'll have more than weekends with him; you'll have forever with him.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 does not mess around when it comes to your birthday. — fluff drabble || small mention of sex

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“Oh my god,” Connie rolled his light-hazel eyes, tossing his head back as he exhaled to signify his annoyance. “Eren, I’m gonna need you to calm the hell down.”

“Shut the fuck up and move the tables,” Eren replied quickly.

The brown-haired man frowned at his sluggish friend, who, instead of helping arrange the tables as he asked him to do thirty seconds ago, was standing there with his sore hands in his pocket.

Connie had just finished bringing the tables into the rented-out venue, and now he had to arrange them as well?

“Where’s Jean? Shouldn’t he be helping too? He’s probably hiding somewhere.” Connie glanced around at the familiar faces of everyone Eren dragged to the venue to help set up your birthday party.

“Jean ran to the store to grab some more forks and plates,” Eren held his hair tie in between his teeth as he spoke. He put his sweaty hair into a low, messy man bun. “I ordered too much food from the caterer, so people are gonna have to take leftovers.”

“You know my greedy ass will,” Connie smiled slightly as he walked over to a heavy table.

“Armin!” Connie shouted, and the blue-eyed boy approached moments later.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” Armin asked, wiping his sweaty hands off in the towel draped over his shoulder. God only knows what ridiculous tasks Eren had him doing. Probably vacuuming the ceiling or something equally as ridiculous.

“Come help me move these tables,” Connie said to him before darting his eyes over to Eren. “Where do you want ‘em?”

“As close to the buffet as possible. I don’t want them too close to the dance area either, and make sure there’s enough room for people to walk through.”

Before Connie could respond, Eren had already started to walk away because he saw someone in the distance arranging the decorations in your designated gift area incorrectly.

Connie made eye contact with Armin, and they both sighed, reading each other’s minds.

“I think it’s sweet,” Armin shrugged slightly. “He loves her enough to do all of this for her birthday, you know?”

“Armin,” Connie blinked. “He made me, Mikasa, and some other person get rid of all the foldable tables and chairs and bring in real ones. I think I’d act a little crazy too if someone that hot was fucking me almost every night, but this is on a whole new level, dude.”

A soft laugh came from Armin — he was too exhausted to laugh any harder.

“Speaking of tables, let’s move them where he wants them before he-”

“Why the hell are you two just standing there?” Eren shouted from across the venue.

Even from where he stood, which was quite far away, Armin and Connie could see his piercing glare. It sent chills up their spine.

They started to move the tables instantly.

Suddenly, Eren’s phone dinged. Pulling it out of his pocket, his frustrated frown instantly melted into a soft smile as he saw your name appear across his lock screen — which was a photo of you and him posing in front of a luxurious restaurant after your most recent date.

You had texted him a picture of your gorgeous nails.

It was all a part of his plan. You’d spend the day with Sasha and get your hair and nails done to your liking, perhaps sit down for a quick lunch as well. Then, Eren would tell Sasha to bring you to the venue where your surprise party awaited.

After texting you back, complimenting you, Eren put his phone back in his pocket and scanned his eyes across the venue.

Everything was coming together perfectly. Decorations were being placed in the appropriate spots, accenting the room with your favorite color.

Everyone was working hard, breaking a sweat for your birthday party, all because they knew Eren Yeager didn’t mess around when it came to his baby.

And because he wasn’t afraid to kick anyone who messed up anything. He’d kick them right in the stomach.