Thinking About Playfighting / Shadowboxing W/ Gojo All The Time Bc He Loooooves To Piss You Off And You’re

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

hiii :3 i had a request on something angsty if you do that 😭 im super into mouthwashing too and love daisuke :333

enough yapping, but if you could do a thingy when it's between the 'hours of judgement' and everyone is dying... ermm, the reader dies a little before daisuke, do whatever you want for the death.

If not, then something fluff and just general dating hcs for daisuke 🥲🥲

HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHTT !!!! 😘

p.s you can ignore this if it's too much ^^

Judgment Day Has Begun daisuke x gn reader wc: 3.45k tw: major character deaths, gore description , jimmy being jimmy

Nine hours before judgement.

Jimmy's not right. 

4 months have passed since the crash, and nobody's gotten happier. Hell, everyone's drunk most of the time. It's hard to feel optimistic when you're shitfaced and hungry. And Jimmy's only been getting more... unlike himself. 

Daisuke feels things are a little better with you by his side, at least. It's embarrassing to say it out loud, so he doesn't. He, instead, shows it through other means.

"Other means," as in moving his makeshift bed next to yours. "Other means" as in sharing his meager food rations and extra sugar packets with you. "Other means" as in refusing to leave your side.

But Jimmy's still been getting worse. To the point where he's been blowing up at every crew member once or twice a day, yelling in their faces and looking like he's about to blow a fuse. Anya's got yelled at twice this week, Swansea once, and Jimmy outright refuses to acknowledge Daisuke and his mess-ups at this point.

It's grating to watch. But Daisuke can't do much against the now-captain of this ship. 

At the moment, you two are sitting on your now makeshift beds, sharing a bottle of mouthwash. You’re in the process of getting drunk again, and Daisuke is definitely tipsy at this point. He has a bit of a laughable tolerance considering how much the crew has been drinking recently. He’s currently slumped against the wall, brown eyes hazy with a warm smile stretched across his lips. 

“Y’know… the ship’s always been so cold. I need someone to warm me uuuuup.” He nudges you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Stop that. Your pickup lines don’t work just because you’re drunk.” He huffs, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll be more fun if you don’t drink all the mouthwash in one go. Lemme have some.” Daisuke hands you the mouthwash, lacing his other hand with yours and brushing his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly, sending a shiver up your spine. He notices your reaction and smiles slightly.

“Sensitive.”

“Be quiet.”

He laughs airily, watching you as you drink, hazel eyes fixed on how the orange from the fake, cracked sky lights you up so prettily. He’s so fixated on the sight of it that he doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud. You turn to him, a little embarrassed from the intense adoration in his eyes. “...you think I’m pretty?”

Daisuke blinks, then smiles. He’s drunk. He has to be. “...I do. You’re really pretty.” And thorough he stumbles on the word pretty, you can feel the weight to them. It makes you swallow hard, breaking eye contact.

“...you’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

You huff slightly, eyes fixed on the bottle in front of you, only a few drops left now. You mumble, a soft smile on your lips. “...You’re very sweet when you’re drunk.” Daisuke grins, squeezing your hand.

“Must've been the sugar packets.”

Daisuke doesn't know how you haven't figured out he really likes you yet. Every time he gets tipsy from the mouthwash, he says something stupid that gives him away. And every time, you never say a thing about it.

But he's just happy to have you as a friend. At least, he thinks he's happy about it. But whatever. He's too tipsy to ponder it right now. He just wants to keep his head on your shoulder and your hand in his for now.

Eight hours before judgement.

Daisuke has now pulled you over to the couch and the board game table, having convinced you to finally finish the game the crew started before the crash. He’s playing both his and Anya’s pieces, and you’re playing Curly’s and your pieces. Through your drunken haze, you get a vague sense he’s letting you win. But you swallow down the rush of happiness it gives you and instead focus on beating his ass.

As you play, you share your wired headphones with Daisuke, which are connected to an old MP3 player with hundreds of songs downloaded on it. They’re your only surviving possessions from the crash. You hum along to one of the songs as you capture one of his pieces, smiling triumphantly as you turn to face him.

“Ha! You suck at this, Daisuke.”

“I do not!” He retorts back petulantly, crossing his arms and barely managing to hide his smile. Both of you are drunk by now, too giggly to notice how close you two are like this. He takes his turn, accidentally knocking over a piece with his clumsy hands. He scowls slightly, fixing his mistake.

He doesn't seem to notice how you stare fondly at the little crease between his brows as he fumbles with the little pieces.

You’re so distracted that you don’t hear Jimmy approach behind you. So distracted that you only become aware of his presence when he yanks the headphones out of both of your ears, causing the two of you to flinch at the slight flash of pain at the sensation.

You twist in your seat to look at Jimmy, reflexes slow with the mouthwash. He looks pissed as he roughly stuffs the headphones and the MP3 in his pocket. You immediately protest.

“Jimmy-? What the hell are you doing with my headphones?”

“You two were hired for a reason, weren’t you?”

You and Daisuke share a bewildered look, thought processes slowed with the alcohol. Daisuke mumbles, eyes narrowing. “...huh?”

Jimmy’s face twists, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “You two have jobs. Internships. Whatever. But you have actual things to do around here, yeah? Instead of sitting around on your asses all fucking day?” His voice is biting, edged with barely-hidden rage. Yuo stand up a little unsteadily.

“We’re taking a break. What else do you want us to do?”

“Fucking try to get us off this ship. I feel like I’m the only one here who’s trying to fix things and get shit done! You two have done jackshit for this entire operation.” Jimmy’s getting louder, hands twitching at his sides.

“Jimmy, we can’t do anything but survive at this point. We can’t clear the foam without risking dying, we already opened the cargo hold, we’re already rationing to hell and back– there’s nothing we can fucking do at this point. So stop berating us like we’re kids and give me back my headphones.” The alcohol has made you way more unafraid to talk back to Jimmy, slightly slurring your way through it. Daisuke glances at you, a little surprised at your words. Makes him smile a little bit.

Jimmy just stares at you a moment longer, face unreadable. He turns around and stalks off, leaving you and Daisuke in silence. You splutter, stumbling around the couch and after Jimmy. “What the-? You can’t just- give me back my headphones!” 

“Wait! Hold on.”

Daisuke calls out after you, still on the couch. He’s still a little hazy from the alcohol, but Jimmy’s whole deal sobered him up somewhat. “You sure it’s worth it? He's just gonna yell at you like crazy.”

You huff slightly, eyes still fixed on the hallway Jimmy disappeared in. “I need those headphones. They’re the only things I have on this stupid ship.”

And before Daisuke can try to change your mind, you’re off chasing Jimmy down the hall. His protest dies on his lips, a strange feeling in the back of his mind. Something feels off about this. He sighs softly, slowly turning back to the game board. He absentmindedly knocks over one of your pieces. 

Meanwhile, you’re stumbling down the hall, fueled by drunken pettiness and a need to get your damn headphones back. You finally catch sight of Jimmy turning a corner into a room, grumbling about something nonsensical. You quickly step into the room before the door slides closed behind the two of you.

The room was heavily wrecked from the crash, it looks like. It used to hold spare parts for the ship, all of which were thrown around and mangled in the crash. The wall paneling is all jagged, support beams sticking out at strange angles. Metal debris litters the ground. In the middle of it all, Jimmy stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, breathing heavily. 

You speak, voice cold. “Give them back.”

Jimmy jolts, torn from his thoughts. He scowls, answering simply. “No.”

You’re left in silence for a long moment, stuck staring right in his eyes. Anger bubbles up in your chest. You can’t help the bitter scoff that leaves your lips, hissing through gritted teeth. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem with you. You’ve simply stopped doing things on this ship. You’re lazy. You’re just waiting to rot away and die here-”

“There’s nothing we can do! We’re fucked, Jimmy!” You step forward, the anger of speaking to him burning the back of your throat now.

“There's always something you can do! You’re the useless one on this goddamn team. So fucking pathetic.” The way he chews on his words, the way he’s been so volatile this past week, the way he’s got the one thing you own in his possession– your next biting remark is a manifestation of drunken thoughts and reckless frustration.

“Fuck you. I know what you did to Anya.”

And you swear you see Jimmy’s eyes change.

Seven hours until judgement.

Daisuke hasn’t seen you since you disappeared down that hall to go talk to Jimmy. That strange feeling in his chest hasn’t gone away. In fact, it’s only gotten worse. The alcohol has worn off by this point, leaving him with a slight headache and an itch for water the ship doesn’t have. He sighs, head lolling back to lean against the couch. 

After a long, long moment, he decides to go bug Anya to get his mind off you. He slips off the couch, walking over to the medical room and humming one of the songs he was listening to with you earlier.

But when he tries to open the door, it’s locked. He tries again, only for it to stay, unbudging. He calls out. 

“Yo, Anya? You okay in there? Did you get stuck or something?”

There’s no response from inside. This doesn’t help his weird anxiety in the slightest. He tries at the door again, to no avail. 

“Anya! Are you okay?”

No answer. He backs away slowly, before taking off jogging down the hall. 

“I’m gonna get help, okay? I’ll be back!”

And as he rounds one corner, then another, he crashes straight into the guy he was looking for– Jimmy, who looks… odd. More disheveled. A strange red mark on his jaw. Breathing hard for no reason. And even though you were the last one with Jimmy… there's no sight of you around. 

Daisuke stumbles back from the impact, taking in his appearance. Something twinges in his chest. Something isn’t right. Something isn’t right. “Jimmy! Hey, uh, there’s a problem at the medbay right now, but, uh, where'd… where’d they go?”

Jimmy’s eyes flash with something indiscernible before he masks it with a scowl, walking past Daisuke. He grumbles.

“I don’t know.”

Daisuke watches him go, standing there for a moment, eyes fixed on Jimmy’s back. He may be stupid sometimes, but he's not dumb. He turns the opposite direction, going where Jimmy came from. He needs to find you.

Seven and a half hours until judgement.

You see the way your words hit Jimmy, and with your alcohol muddled mind, you take it and run, voice rising. “I’m about two seconds away from going out there and telling them what a monster you are.” 

Jimmy only seems to get more panicked, stepping forward, his voice quieting and getting more intense.

“No, you won’t. You’re not gonna tell them. Nobody would believe you.”

You sneer, stopping forward to match him. “They would. You aren’t some angel they have blind faith in. Swansea might even try to kill you.”

Jimmy’s face darkens, and you feel a twinge of fear in your gut at the look in his eyes. You get this gut feeling to run. But you don’t, even as he grabs your wrists in a vice-like grip, preventing you from stepping towards the door. He hisses, getting uncomfortably close to your face.

“Shut up. Shut up. They aren’t going to. Because you’re not going to tell anyone. Not a single fucking word.”

You feel that fear roar to life with his jerky, desperate movements. You try to pull away, fighting the longer he holds on, that drunken fire slowly leaving your eyes. “Let go of me. I just want my headphones.”

“No– stop struggling– say you aren’t going to tell anyone.” His face twists in anger as his grip tightens on your wrists. Panic fills your eyes. He’s not right. In a desperate move, you somehow manage to shove him off you, sending him back into a wall– hard. You stand there, watching as he straightens up, his eyes almost demented. 

You feel a chill go through your body. You back away towards the door, hand gripping the handle.

“I’m telling them.”

You whip around, about to take off running when he grabs your arm and rips you backward, yelling as he shoves back into the room and shutting the door with a slam. “No!”

You shriek, adrenaline taking over as you whip around and punch him hard in the jaw, trying to get away. But he gets your elbow again and pulls you back with a strained grunt, throwing you to a jagged wall. You feel the ripped up metal scratch at your skin through your clothes, bruising you slightly. He’s just about to grab your wrists again when you knee him right in the crotch, sending him reeling.

You stumble past him, breathing hard. You should have left earlier. Fear rockets through your veins, sobering you up more than anything else ever could have. You trip on metal debris littering the floor, quickly scrambling to your feet as best as you can.

Jimmy is desperate. No one needs to know what he did, he can’t let them know, he can’t let you tell anyone, you can’t tell anyone, you can’t, you can’t–

He sees a jagged metal pole sticking out of the wall, the end sharp and lethal if touched. He doesn’t think. He can’t think. He only does.

So he stops you right as you reach the door and he shoves you right into the rebar. There’s a sickening squish and a strangled gasp.

There's a long, long moment of silence, the only sound being your strained breathing. The world seems to go still.

Your hand slowly, shakily comes up to your stomach, feeling the now-bloodied end of the metal pole sticking right out of your stomach.

Impaled.

Jimmy stumbles back as you choke on blood that rises up in your throat, leaking out of the corner of your mouth. You can only watch wordlessly, as he just leaves you in the dark, shutting the door behind him.

Six hours and fifty minutes until judgement.

Daisuke has checked every single room you could’ve been in. All the other rooms are foamed up or unusable, no reason for you to be in there. He paces the halls, his chest tightening with each lap around the ship. He should’ve found you by now.

He goes past Swansea guarding the foamed up utility room, snoring loudly in his chair. He doesn’t even pay any mind to the Polle posters decorating the walls.

He reaches the same dead end with no sign of you, and he curses under his breath. Why hasn’t he found you yet? You have to be here. You have to–

He hears the sound of a weak, barely-there call for help. Muffled by a door or a wall or something. His heart picks up. He checks door by door, even the foamed up rooms to find you. And on the fourth door, he enters a dark room.

He can hear the sound of something dripping and the faint, pained breathing of someone. The light from the doorway lights up the edge of a puddle of dark red, thick and viscous. 

The lights flicker on. His heart drops. 

You’re barely standing, legs having gone numb, only held up by the rusty, blood-soaked metal pole going through your stomach. Your clothes are soaked red from the waist down, gathering in a puddle beneath you. You breathe weakly, eyes wide and teary as they meet his.

Is this hell? Is he imagining this? This can’t be real. You can’t be… this can’t…

His body finally reacts, stumbling forward, legs like lead. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help– he’s shaking, hands hovering over you, unsure of how to help you in this condition. He doesn’t even realize he’s rambling, panicked.

“No, no, nononono– shitshitshit what- what happened? Oh– oh my god, there’s so much blood, I don’t– I’m not– ”

You cough up more blood into your cold hand, the sound wet and painful. Your whole body lurches forward with the effort, trembling hard as pain radiates like molten lava from your wound. Daisuke sees you weaken once the coughing stops, quickly holding your face in his hands and hurriedly whispering to you.

“Nononono– don’t– don’t close your eyes, o-okay? I- I’m gonna fix th- fix this. You’re gonna be okay.”

He can’t tell if he’s saying it more to himself or you. You slump forward, your head resting on his shoulder. Everything’s so cold. Black edges at your vision, but you fight through it to speak weakly in his ear.

“...y’ found me.”

Daisuke nods, trying to keep his breathing steady so he can figure out a way to fix this. He smiles half-heartedly, setting his hands on your shoulders, hands warm against your cold skin.

“Y- Yeah. I did. I always do.”

And through the pain that lights up your body with every breath in, every twitch, through the numbness that swallows your legs and hands, through the chill of blood loss– you smile softly into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. He’s always been the one to keep you calm. 

He’s always been the one for you. The one who you would’ve gone crazy without on this ship. The one who’s made you smile since the day you met him, the one who’s shared his secrets and sugar packets unabashedly with you. You feel your heart warm.

You mumble quietly, a hazy confession you knew you should’ve made a long, long time ago. You know you don’t have much time for this, anyway.

“...’m in love with you.”

And at that small, weak confession from you, Daisuke tears up. Because for the person he’s grown so close to, the person he’s loved, to be reduced to this? He wanted to confess a week or two from now. Not like this. Never like this. He sniffles, pressing his face to your shoulder as he wraps his arms gently, ever so gently around you.

“Don’t- don’t say it like that,” he manages to get out, voice choked and broken, “Don’t say it like- like it’s goodbye– you’re gonna be okay, I swear–”

The feeling in your body is receding fast. Your eyes flutter shut, breath coming in shallow little inhales, the pain fading to a cold ache in the pit of your chest. You whisper, words uncoordinated with the blood loss.

“L-Live. Please. Get off this sh-ship. ‘n don’t- don’t trust Jimmy.”

Daisuke can’t help but let out a choked sob at the sound of those words, hugging you tighter. He doesn’t want you to go. He can’t. He can’t do this without you. And as childish as he sounds, he speaks quietly into your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go.”

Somehow, you manage to come up with the strength to run a hand through his hair, the feeling dulled by the numbness. You can feel static start to take over your vision, your hearing, all your senses. Your time is up. Quietly, you whisper, focusing on the lingering warmth he’s always brought you.

“...’m sorry.”

And with a strained exhale and a slight shudder–

You go limp.

Six hours until judgement.

Daisuke doesn’t know how long he spent in that room crying. How much time he spent cleaning the blood from your features, trying to warm your hands, brushing your hair back from your face.

In his head, he justifies it by saying he wanted to make sure that whoever finds this ship will see you for who you were. Not just an impaled corpse.

He really just wanted to feel you one last time.

But when he stumbles back into the lounge, he’s met with Jimmy brewing a mocktail, pouring in something he can’t see. Jimmy sees the blood on Daisuke’s shirt, his red eyes. 

He pays it no mind, voice gruff. No remorse.

“Daisuke. I need your help with the utility room. You’re gonna help me get Anya out.”

evil smile. hope u liked this took me way longer than I thought but I guess it's because I'm a yapper LMFAOOAO

btw expect some daisuke relationship headcanons soon. much love to the daisuke lovers. okay bye

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 ✌️

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like everyone runs the second they see sukuna—because what would you do if a 6’4” pink-haired, red-eyed menace started powerwalking toward you like a GTA NPC with maxed-out aggression settings? you tried to flirt? bold of you to assume you’ll live to tell the tale. that’s not even a fight, that’s a one-sided curb stomp at 1000 km/h.

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like gojo picked the outfit, hyped you up in the mirror, and dramatically twirled you around like he was styling a runway model. people whispering, “your boyfriend must be so proud of you dressing like this” have no idea. he’s not just proud. he’s smug. he’s grinning like the cheshire cat. he’s reminding everyone that this outfit? it was purchased with his black card. he might as well get a tattoo on his forehead that says “i love my partner.”

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like nanami doesn’t even take you to places where people might get ideas. he’s preemptively removing himself from all potential nonsense. but in the rare event that some old-money finance bro decides he’s all that, nanami doesn’t waste words. no yelling, no drama—just a discreet nod to the staff, and suddenly, mr. stocks-and-bonds is being escorted out so efficiently you’d think nanami owns the whole damn place. (he does not. but he does know the owner. personally. and that’s enough.)

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? yeah. toji is currently fighting them. no hesitation. someone made eye contact for 0.2 seconds with you across the bar? boom, it’s a street fight. you barely brushed against someone in the crowd? suddenly, they’ve got a black eye. no one even knows what started it—just that toji is laughing, you’re holding his drink, and there’s a very real possibility someone’s going home in an ambulance. your boyfriend can fight? yeah. but at this point, he should probably be arrested.

Not So Innocent ꨄ

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ Your boyfriend Choso was always a freak but, your newly wedded husband Choso is ten times worse.

[ { Need to know } ] ➤This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, heavy dirty talk, language, spitting, manhandling, praise, degrading, rough sex, overstim, slight cum play, filth, etc

[ { Paring } ] ➤ Choso Kamo x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 3.1k

——CHOSO'S SO SWEET. Often did you hear such words during your wedding. Your friends, family-, everyone called Choso sweet and simply perfect for you.

The way his eyes lingered on yours for moments far longer than needed, how he'd find any moment to caress your hand, trace small shapes into your palm or your shoulder when he could-- he was such an attentive man. People praised him all day long for how he acted around you.

Even when you weren't around and Choso talked to the guests about you, people commented that he had such a beautiful way of describing you, how he'd explain that you were his muse and all his success in the world of art stems from you.

Choso felt like without meeting you, he may have never gotten as far in life as he did. It took roughly five years or so of dating for you to even be ready for marriage. And for a long time, Choso didn't know what it was you were so afraid of but he still waited patiently until you started to hint that you were ready.

Through those years of dating, you eventually got the whole truth from Gojo, whom you hardly think much about now but, after getting the truth-- you think that's the day you ran to Choso and started throwing out hints of marriage. Perhaps that's what'd been holding you back for so long, not knowing why things happened the way they did in college.

Hell, even after you found everything out, it took some time for you to really wrap your head around things. Part of your heart, this really small part, still longed for Gojo and for that, you felt like shit for months.

Up until you eventually poured the truth out to Choso one day. The whole truth. Every detail of the list, how it started, how it ended-, everything. Choso had responded to you saying that what you told him explained a few things...

Even so, lots had changed over the course of five years. The truth was out and you were completely free from confusion. Not only that but, not too long after Gojo confessed every detail of his truth, Sukuna released his custody over Yuji. So, of course, you and Choso were at an all-time peak of happiness.

Hence why you date the day of your wedding as the happiest day of your life. You recall every moment, every laugh, every happy tear that was shed-, everything. It was such a beautiful and peaceful day.

And Choso was so sweet— too bad that only lasted until the sunset and the two of you were off to your honeymoon destination.

Okay well, he was still sweet for that day since the two of you were a bit too tired to do much after a draining flight to where you are now. As for the next day, the first day of your honeymoon... well, Choso was...

“C’mere baby,” His deep voice, husked with hours of sleep that'd just barely faded off, filled the air of the room you were in.

Soft sunlight peeping in through the curtains, even softer sheets surrounding the two of you, clothes messily scattered to the floor-- he may not have gotten to you on the night of your wedding due to sheer exhaustion but the next morning? Oh, you couldn't get a second away from him.

You've dated Choso long enough to know that sometimes he just wakes up hard, his cock poking at your ass as you'd shift around in your sleep. It was a natural occurrence you'd gotten used to. Sometimes you both ignored it and sometimes it was taken care of immediately.

But when you just got married to this man less than twenty-four hours ago, there was no way for you to have expected him to just ignore his morning wood. Especially not when Choso's been on cloud nine ever since he saw you stroll down that aisle looking just as beautiful as the first day the two of you ran into each other.

A heavy groan pours out of your husband's mouth whilst his hands run along your body, fingertips dancing against your supple skin before he finds his rightful hold on your hips.

Cheek down against the mattress, back arched sensually, and ass up in the air-- the sudden snap of Choso's hips against your ass rips a moan from your mouth, one of many that's already left you within the past hour or so.

You'd married such a sweet man but in bed, he was an entirely different person, hence why your fingers are curling into the sheets and you're attempting to pull yourself away from him for only a second. Only to earn a grunt from Choso who tugs your hips back to him, “Don’t fuckin' runnn baby,” He sighs, a lazy smile spread across his face at the sight.

You've got a bit of drool slipping down your face, Choso's fingers are stopping you from moving too much and all you can do is take it. "M-Mmgh..." Your eyes began to water a bit as his thick cock drilled into your hole relentlessly, "C-Cho, hahh, you're s-so-"

"Big?" He finishes for you, earning a squeeze from your cunt in response. The sudden tightness makes his brows push together as he tosses his head back, "Yeah baby, you've been tellin' me that for years," He teases, "M'not gettin' any smaller, sorry princess."

His tip was so fat and angry against your insides, leaving you utter mush beneath him with how hard he was fucking his cock into you. "C-Can't stand you-, fuck." You gasp as he lands a hand onto your ass, gripping at the fat and chuckling at your words.

Then he's leaning forward a bit and angling his hips differently, drilling deeper inside you before grunting out a low, "Yeah but you can cum f'me again," Choso comments tauntingly with a smirk on his face.

One of his hands starts to travel to your back, pressing you down into the mattress before he lifts a leg a places his foot onto the bed for better leverage. If you weren't clawing at the sheets before, you damn sure are now as his throbbing cock bottoms you out.

Your jaw went slack and you were tearing up, "Ah, mgh, oh... oh fuck, Choso..." You moan, trying to collect yourself and not get too caught up in how good he was fucking you.

But how could you not? Choso was fucking you deep and hard, grunting and groaning without a care in the world while trying to hold out on painting your insides white too soon.

Then there's the way your pussy narrows around his shaft, letting him know you were close again, "See? There you go-," Choso loses his words for a moment as you start moving your hips backward to meet his thrust. You'd caught him completely off guard and it makes him choke, "Y-Yeahhh, fuck yourself on me, jus’ like that," He moans.

Choso leans up a bit just to watch you, eyes glued down on your pussy lewdly taking his cock over and over again. The sight makes him smile, as always.

"Shiit baby, you've got such a pretty fuckin' pussy," Choso praises as he tilts his head, jaw-dropping a bit at how you part your legs a bit more and arches your back further, "Fuck, princess-, fuuck... so fuckin' pretty," He stammers a bit while he continues to praise you, losing himself in the way you continuously bring yourself back on him.

His cock thrust in to match your movements, both of you fucking each other in sync. Oh how you drove Choso to the brink of insanity-- he was moving to spit down on his cock just before it disappeared inside you without a second thought, watching his saliva mix with the slick from your cunt and releasing another moan afterward.

Then Choso brings his hand to your ass again, "Baby, I complimented you, didn't I?"

You just nod stupidly, not thinking twice about what he's hinting toward, "Mmhhmm-," Choso snaps his hips forward again, pelvis clashing into you and making you whine, "F-Fuck."

Cocking his head to the side, Choso starts picking up his pace again, "What're you supposed t'say when you get compliments, huh?" He asks, tone rough with you.

His swollen cock rutted into your cervix, leading your legs to quake and your breath to escape you, "Choso-,"

"No pretty, c'monnn," He cuts off on purpose, "Where's those manners of yours, hm? Have I been too nice to you lately?" Voice dipping down into something a bit sweeter with you, your stomach churns before he's stretching you open all over again.

"Fuck... Fuck-," You gasp and your eyes squeeze shut before you're panting, "T-Thank you Cho..."

That earns a sexy smile from your husband, "There ya' go, suuch a good fuckin' girl f'me. Smart woman I've married, sayin' thank you after gettin' praised. Y'like it when I tell you how pretty y'are, hm?"

Blindly nodding into the bed, "Uhuh..." Is the most you can babble out.

And of course the sound makes Choso smile. He loves getting you to the point where you can hardly speak. Which is exactly why he’s smiling as he hums to you, "Speak up baby." Just as those words leave his lips, his cock is turning your cunt to mush, leaving you nothing more than a mindless hole beneath him.

Panting and clawing at the mattress, tears slip down your cheeks and your words come out jumbled and whiney, "Yes, Choso-, hhgnn… y-yes."

Choso puts on a pout to mock you before he scoffs and reaches a hand down to your hair, "C'mere, look at me,” He utters surprisingly softly before tugging you up by your hair so he can get a decent look at your face.

He forced your head to angle toward him and you swear he’s fucking you harder than he was before. Your pussy was sloshing all over his thick shaft, leaving where you were connected and slipping down along both of your thighs— you were a wet mess but Choso seemed to love you like that.

"Hi baby,” Your husband whispers, his eyes hanging low as he gazes into yours. Then he pouts at you again, “Aww, you cryin'? Feels that good, huh?" Choso teases. He watches the way your brows furrow and decides to go even further, bringing his free hand around your body and moving two fingers down to your clit.

Your body jumps within his hold once he starts rubbing over your clit, a strangled moan pouring out of your mouth, “C-Choso-, hahhh… fuck-,”

He just smirks, "Does it feel good when I touch you like this too?" He asks gently, as if he can’t see the clear effect his touch has on you.

You couldn’t even answer him verbally just yet— quiet mhm’s leaving your throat was the most you could manage. Your hand went over his and your nails were scratching against his arms, legs trying to draw together and your body nearly falling forward.

"Hm? I can't hear you princess,” Choso has the nerve to taunt you, “C’mon, jus' talk t'me. Tell me what you want me t'do," He instructs before pulling your body back against his.

Your mouth simply hangs open and his fingers won’t stop toying with your clit, his heavy cock resting inside you and leaving you full and lightheaded with pleasure, “…Mmh, k-keep-, nngh, g-go- oh, fuck, fuck… keep goin’ Cho… hahh, don’t stop, don’t fuckin’ stop…”

His cock aches inside you at the sound of your small whimpers in between words and your twisted-up face. Smiling, "Keep goin’, huh? You close?" Choso’s voice is sudden in your ear and you just moan into the air. “Gonna make a mess on me? Hahhh, fuck I guess I married a slut too, huh?”

You manage to meet his eyes and Choso swears he’s never seen you with an expression this lewd before. Well, he definitely has but, it still amazes him every time.

His brows push together and he groans, "I mean, look at that face-, shit,” Choso gasps. Just looking at you with a completely fucked out expression almost made him fold, “So fuckin' perfect. My perfect wife."

Your lower lip pokes out and you whine, “C-Cho…”

“Mhm, y’know you’re mine right?” He coos, leaning in to kiss the side of your neck. You huff out a sigh in response and he starts talking against your skin, “Yeahhh, my wife. My lil’ slut to ruin whenever the fuck I want, right?”

His voice grew rough all of a sudden and he started moving you around again, placing a hand to your back and forcing you back down to the bed. Then both of his hands were on your back, pressing into your arch before his hips picked up in pace.

The veins decorating his cock rubbing against your walls, cockhead digging deep inside you and making you gasp all over again.

Then there’s his voice, “Y’like that Mrs. Kamo?”

Oh you practically lose yourself right then and there— a slick mess of cum coating his dick due to one simple phrase. Choso scoffs loudly at the sight and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him like crazy.

“S-Shit, y’like your new last name, huh?” Choso huffs, sounding a bit more breathless than he did just moments ago.

“M-Mhmm, ah… mmgh-, fuck,” You bite your bottom lip for a second to get yourself together before uttering a sweet, “I love it Cho…”

He really starts to lose himself after that, mindlessly pounding into you with his jaw-dropping a bit. Choso doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his life. You were his. His wife.

Fuck he was seconds from emptying himself inside of you— hell, maybe he should. Fuck you nice and full of his cum… It’s been a while since you’ve let him do so after all.

“Baby,” Choso grunts, heavy pants leaving his wet lips, “F-Fuck, m’gonna cum…” He suddenly heaves out.

So lost in the thought of cumming inside you, Choso hardly realizes how he’s drilling into you right now— the bed had begun to shake and your body was dipping down into the mattress, his cock twitching wildly inside you as it ached for release and heavy balls slapping against you with his every thrust.

The fabric below you is wet from your drool and you could hardly even whisper his name out, the sound leaving in a light squeak, “Choso.”

“Uhuh,” Choso responds mindlessly before he moans, “M-Mhmm, fuck… lemme cum inside you, princess.” He finally manages to blurt out his thoughts and it catches you off guard.

Followed by that is Choso moving a hand under you and rubbing his fingers over your clit yet again— tugging a cry from your throat, “S-Shit-, hahhh,” Your body was practically folding in on itself but his other hand remained firm on your back, keeping you in position, “Choso, fuck, Cho… mmmh-“

“Please?” He whines, “Fuck-, fuuck… baby… I need to,” Choso’s quick to beg you as he’s desperate for his release, “Needa’ stuff this pretty pussy full of me,” He babbles out before throwing his head back and groaning, “Fuuck, I wanna see it drippin’ outta’ you when I’m done. ‘Nd then stuff it right back in, make it nice and sloppy.”

His words had you cumming again before you finally agreed, nodding desperately against the bed, “Okay, mgh, okay, fuck,” You whisper.

His thrusts grow sharper and his body weighs into you a bit, “Okay, what?” Choso grunts lowly.

Just barely, you angle your head back as best you could to look at him and flash the smallest fucked out smile you could manage, “Cum inside me, Cho.”

His reaction is priceless, seed spilling into your pussy seconds after those words hit his ears— or maybe it was the way you’d looked at him, either way, he was fucking his cum into you within seconds.

Babbling as he ruts into you with mindless, almost animalistic-like thrusts, “Fuckin’ love you-, holy shit, I love you,” Is the only thing Choso could repeat as his cum spurted into you, the sound of slick growing louder and messier as he never once slowed the pace of his thrusts.

And he’s just thrusting in and out and in and out over and over again, watching that messy white ring form at his base and letting out a long groan at the sight.

“F-Fuck, say it back pretty, tell me you love me,” He huffs impatiently.

Sure, Choso knows you love him and he can clearly see how difficult speaking is for you but he didn’t care, he needed to hear it back from you anyway.

“Love you, Cho,” You whimper, “Mmmh… I love you s-so much.”

And then he’s fucking you through those very words, his body leaning over yours at this point and a moan of your name leaving his lips— followed by the faintest whimper.

When he finally calms himself, he’s pulling out with small whines escaping him. His face was flushed and he couldn’t stop panting.

Then he was moving a thumb to your sensitive folds, spreading your cunt apart to watch his cum trickle out and angling the tip of his cock against your hole just to watch his cum drip out of you and down onto his skin.

It was messy, nasty even, but didn’t care one bit. A smile was etched onto his face as he did so and you just laid there completely still for a while.

Choso was behind you toying with the mess below, enjoying himself a little too much, “Can’t get enough of this pussy, y’know…”

You scoff, “Choso…”

“I’m jus’ sayin',” He hums before tilting his head, smiling growing, “She’s so messy, I fuckin’ love her.”

You roll your eyes at the man, “Cho… please stop talkin’ about my pussy like it’s a p-person…”

“Shhh baby, I’m trying to listen t’her,” He says, completely disregarding your words as he continues to just rub his tip in between your folds. “Nasty fuckin’ girl. Y'Made such a big mess,” Choso coos. Then he shrugs and you feel him start pressing his tip into you, “S’okay though, you’ll make another one f’me, right?”

You send your husband a look, “Choso.”

“Shhh princess, don’t be rude,” He hums, smiling to himself as he doesn’t even attempt to look away from your cunt, “I haven’t even made my pretty girl squirt yet,” He comments before his smile widens, “Good thing I’ve got all day t’do so.”

Yeah, you definitely weren’t getting any more rest…

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Hello 🤍 can i request BAU!reader and Spencer getting caught making out at the office? hahahah

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

warnings: making out obviously

a/n: this was so much fun to write loll thanks for sending it !!

A kiss. And another one. And another one.

“Spencer…” You laughed as he kissed your cheeks. “Stop.”

“Why?” He murmured between kisses.

“What do you mean why? We’re in the conference room. Someone could walk in.”

“No one’s going to come in, the chances are low.” Another kiss.

“But there is a chance.” You laughed.

“Sure, it’s always possible for a phenomenon to occur under certain random circumstances,” he said after giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “But most of them aren’t even present, so the risk is low.” Another kiss.

“But there is a risk.”

He stopped kissing you to look at you with a mock disapproving face. “No.”

“Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true.”

“You’re challenging my knowledge of probability.”

“You know what beats your knowledge of probability?” You asked him.

“Light me up.” He gave you a kiss on your earlobe.

“How nosy everyone is around here. Morgan could show up at any moment and won’t leave us alone for months.”

“Is that so bad?” He asked with a smirk and kissed your jawline.

“Yes!” You answered indignantly.

“What could be worse?” He pressed his lips to yours.

Honestly, you gave up the battle and decided to surrender. It wasn’t like you were going to hold out much longer anyway.

He placed his hands on your thighs and in one swift motion, lifted you onto the desk, positioning himself between them. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands getting lost in his freshly cut hair. One of his hands held your neck firmly, the other resting on your waist.

You were completely lost, and how could you not be? He was stunning.

You let out a small moan when he bit your lip.

Someone cleared their throat behind Spencer.

You felt your heart drop, and by instinct, you pushed Spencer away from you.

“Hey! Violence wasn’t necessary,” he complained.

“Nor was unprofessional behavior during work hours,” Hotch said to both of you.

You felt like you were going to die. It was the most likely outcome.

“My office. Now.” He said firmly as he left the room.

You exhaled all the air you didn’t realize you had been holding in your chest.

“You know..? That is definitely worse.” He pressed his lips into an uncomfortable line.

“Really? No kidding?” You replied sarcastically, giving him a look.

He chuckled a bit.

You gave him a playful shove on the chest. “If I get fired, you’ll never see me again in your life,” you said as you walked out of the room.

“Blah blah blah.”

“What was that?” You turned around.

“Nothing.” He gave you a wide, sarcastic grin.

You rolled your eyes and smiled on your way to your boss’ office.

It was worth ending up there.

Maybe a part 3 of https://at.tumblr.com/honeystwiggypeach/part-2-of/9zdfvbfz08w2 with megumi new baby sister

Ok!! Sorry this took so long but I’ve written it now!!! Tysm for requesting I think this is such a good idea!!!! Like little Megumi holding the cutest little baby girl??

Anywho!! Part one! Part two!

Tw- fem reader, hospital stay for birth, cursing(one use of the word hard ass)let me know if I missed anything!!

Almost a whole year after you began dating Toji, you find yourself sat in the hospital as one of Toji’s friends brings in Megumi.

You watch as Megumi peeks over the edge of the bed, being just a little toddler means that he can’t quite see, bite when Toji appears behind him setting Megumi down beside you he gets a little excited but all it takes is Yoh placing your finger over your lips to calm him down.

Once you and Toji remind Megumi to sit back a bit you gently settle your daughter into his arms.

He looks between you and Megumi when she lets out a little yawn before scrunching up.

“You see?” He asks glancing to you.

“I did honey, she’s cute isn’t she?” You ask and he nods.

“Love you” he whispers before gently kissing her forehead like you do when you tuck him in.

She wiggles a bit before a tiny content smirk works it’s way onto her face.

“Loos she’s smiling” you point out to Megumi who gasps before announcing to her that he’s her big brother, and the usual hardass Toji finds a small smile on his face content with his little family.

Pls send me more requests I love this so much it’s great😭😭

Infinity Masterlist

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Part 1 | my broken maid

Part 2 | my childhood friend

Part 3 | my world

Part 4 | my life

Part 5 | my maid again

Part 6 | what doesn't belong to him

Part 7 | not my wife

Part 8 | start over again

Part 9 | what he deserves

Part 10 | what is yours, is mine

Part 11 | new life, new beginning, new death

Part 12 | another simple beginning

Part 13 | sukuna and a crush

Part 14 | shoko's advice and gojo's teasing

Part 15 | your confrontation, sukuna's answer

Part 16 | i am yours, but are you mine

Part 17 | then what is special

Part 18 | one and only

Part 19 | call you mine

Part 20 | it'll be alright

Part 21 | a hint of normalcy

Part 22 | a prelude

Part 23 | sick and what ifs

Part 24 | worry more

Part 25 | moving forward

Part 26 | quelled fears

Part 27 | coming soon !!

how they'd react when you wanted to sleep on the couch... just because.

fluff. light-hearted ft. gojo, nanami, sukuna, suguru, toji, choso

satoru

“baby scooch over.” a whispered voice along with a gentle nudge on the shoulder woke you from your dozed off state. “hmm?” you mumbled out, blinking your terribly heavy lids open although to no avail they’re begging to keep themselves shut. satoru glanced at you with a frown on his eyes with a pillow held close to his body. “scooch over baby,” he pleaded, kneeling beside the couch you’re currently lying on.

“go back to bed toru,” you said softly, tugging your blanket closer. “but you’re not there,” he whined, intertwining his hand with yours as he attacked it with kisses, not letting you go back to sleep, especially if it’s without him. “i thought you said you’re going to be fine?” you asked, jogging the memory of him being all smug while saying you could do whatever you wanted. “that was not me, i would never say that,” he said promptly and goodness you didn’t know before someone’s lips could turned that much downward. you chuckled breathily, knowing this will happen sooner or later.

you scooted over on the big couch, leaving him the space he’d been begging for. you could have sworn you heard a squeal before you’re wrapped in satoru’s warm hold, his head resting snugly atop of yours. “no sleeping on here anymore. not without me,” he said into your hair, kissing it softly.

❀

nanami

“but why, love?” he asked, having a hard time comprehending your wish to sleep alone on the living room only because... you randomly wanted to? you chuckled looking at his bewildered face, an expression of someone who’s probably racking his brain upside down thinking that he’s done something wrong. “ken, i promise it’s just because i feel like it and no reason other than that.” you cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his nose.

nanami looked a little relieved, albeit sullen, hesitant in asking whether he could invite himself in or you wanted a little time for yourself. and when it’s finally time to sleep it’s becoming more obvious that your lover wasn’t going to make it easy for you.

“need any more blanket honey?” he asked tapping the head of the couch as he stood there a tad nervous, knowing full well you got everything you needed since he insisted to be the one to prepare it. pillows, blanket, a hot drink, he’s got it all for you. “i’m perfect here, ken. you can go to bed,” you said with a reassuring smile, yet it did the opposite effect to the man.

“can i be here until you sleep, my love? it’s just that i feel like i wouldn’t be able to rest properly until i see you do the same.” he stroke your cheek softly with his thumb, and when you leaned into his touch he knew he’s gone for you. that there’s no way he could be asleep if he went back to the bedroom in that moment—unless you’re with him, of course. though, he didn’t say this, he just continued combing through your strands of hair, loving the peaceful expression on your face.

and unfortunately for the blond man, when it comes to these things his thoughts were written all over his face. you already caught on the fact that he wanted to lie down with you there yet his wish in prioritizing your wants refrained him from speaking his. you laughed a little, feeling a burst of fondness towards the tall man.

“on a second thought, can you sleep here with me ken?” he moved as quick as the sentence ended, already making his way under the blanket. he sneaked a hand around your waist, pressing your body closer against him. “i was kind of hoping you’d ask,” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. you snuggled closer to his chest, feeling utmost comfort as he rubbed your back gently.

“i know.”

❀

sukuna

not even ten minutes in trying to sleep on the said couch, sukuna had already carried you back towards your shared bedroom.

“but-“

“no.”

he put you on the bed gently, then he draped a blanket over as he tucked you in. sukuna has that look of a man who’s determined in keeping you there, and you already knew it’s a fight you could not win thus, you turned for another plan instead: pouting.

even until he got beside you as he rested his big hand on your stomach, you refused to look at him, crossing your hands in front of your chest. he sighed, “give me one good reason i should let you sleep out there,” he said exasperatedly. “cause i want some me time?” you claimed. even you weren’t sure why you’re battling him so hard on this.

“then have it here in this bed with me. you’ll get all cold later and cling to me later anyways. i’m just speeding up the process.” he replied, already closing his eyes.

“what a strange way of saying you couldn’t sleep without me,” you said, with a grin on your face. the feeling of his thumb moving against your skin brought you immense comfort, your impulsive plan long forgotten.

“if you already knew that then quit making it harder for me, brat.”

❀

toji

he stared at you who’s already making yourself comfortable on the couch, amused. “looking cozy there,” he said with a grin, a face of someone who’s up to no good. “yeah, it’s actually not ba-“ the sentence was cut off was your own squeal, toji had picked you up as he took your lying down position and put you top of him.

“you could’ve just asked first!” you fumed, hitting his bicep—which did more to you and it did him, how could one even get their muscle to be as hard as that? he just chuckled in response, putting a hand around your waist. “sorry doll, got too excited,” he said lazily, already seemed all happy, like he had all he needed.

and he did, with you close to him resting your head on his chest, knowing that you loved counting his heartbeat. the man was truly content.

“we really should get a bigger couch,” you mumbled. we should get everything you wanted, toji thought. but it’d be a bit much to say in the moment so instead he just continued rubbing your sides until you dozed off, plunging into the dream land.

“sleep.”

❀

suguru

“whatcha got there baby?” he asked, an easy smile on his face. there’s really no day with you where you didn’t make him tilt his head questioningly. “’m going to sleep here tonight,” you said, fluffing the pillow before lying down on it comfortably.

“okay, where’s mine then?”

“your what?”

“my pillow. you didn’t bring mine along yours?”

“oh well i just thought you’d want to sleep in the bed anyway?” you replied, and suguru looked like you just insulted him deeply. the couch dipped, he then lied down beside you on the same pillow, making him extra close as he embraced you. “i sleep where you sleep baby, you make me this way. i can no longer rest when i don’t get to hold you close like this,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you have a big smile on your face as he said this, inhaling his familiar scent as you put your arms around him. “that better not be a complaint,” you said, cuddling closer to the man.

“never.” he kissed your temple.

❀

choso

it seriously look like it killed him when he had to walk away from the room, leaving you to sleep by yourself on the couch. his steps were excruciatingly slow, taking as much time as he could in case you changed your mind.

“cho?” you almost laughed looking at the way he perked up, a hopeful expression on his face. “can you turn off the light on your way?” and it almost felt too cruel the way the sparkle on his eyes dimmed, his shoulders beyond slumped. he then practically had to drag his own feet before letting out a small nod.

you chuckled, couldn’t keep up with the teasing anymore. “i’m kidding baby, do you wanna get in here?” you lifted up the blanket, patting the empty space next to you. it was the fastest you’ve ever seen him, as he’s beside you in no time.

he clinged to you tightly, like he’s making sure as much of his skin made contact with yours, a satisfied smile on his face. his hair tickled your neck nicely, as you traced the area below his eye with back of your finger.

“next time you want something just ask, cho.”

First Impressions

Smau: in which you ask for their... (read the title silly) Warnings:  cursing, some sexual language but kept to a minimum Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Toge Special guests: Ino, Shiu, Hiromi