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the men of jjk's favorite kinds of sex

cw: rough sex, hatefucking, fluffy nanami, dirty talk, size difference kink, unprotected sex, creampies, oral f receiving, period sex, asshole!toji, breeding kink, 18+

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kento nanami sees his time away from you as a blessing in disguise when he knows reunion sex is waiting for him when he gets home.

more often than not, he's draped all over you before you even realize he's home, nosing your ear as you cook at the stove or pulling you into his lap to squeeze you to death in his embrace. he missed you—god, he missed you, and he has every intention of showing you just how fiercely he did.

"baby," he'll murmur as he kisses your face, "missed you so much."

and you can't even get a word out, ask him how he's been, how his time away was, cuz he's already nuzzling into you and mouthing his way down your chest, over your stomach—you know where this is going. he'll have you spread out and begging before he even gets the chance to catch you up on what you missed.

he looks bleary and drunk when he finally pushes into you, cock twitching, jaw slack, hips stuttering—yup, he just came inside you from that single pulse of your cunt when he sheathed himself inside your wet heat. what? he really missed you.

toji fushiguro's favorite kind of sex is any time you relent and let him in you raw <3

he can be an asshole (established!) about it, about how he'll pull out, y'think I can afford another kid, baby? and is staunchly against condoms (but he'll wear them if you insist), so he's constantly bothering you about going without.

you rarely do—you know it's unsafe, because every time you do, he's got you spread out and so drunk on his cock bullying your walls that you only dig your nails into his back as he starts to grunt into your throat about how good it feels, how good you are and that he can't last like this.

"fuck, baby—can't pull out of this pussy, shit," he groans, balls sticky as they kiss your ass. he's not slowing down—instead, he's set a brutal pace as he careens toward climaxing. "'m gonna breed this pussy, baby. gonna fill you up—you want that, don't you?"

of course you don't say no—you never say no when he's balls deep inside you, thick head rearranging your insides, making you dizzy. your mouth hangs agape, whimpers broken and defeated as you squeeze around him.

his apologies are empty after, of course, because by now, you know the drill.

he's a gentleman, though—promises to pay for your morning after pill, then sinks back inside you to do it again :>

suguru geto would be nothing without morning sex. the warm intimacy of it—how the sun lights up your skin and illuminates your bed hair, wrapping you in a halo. he'll only initiate on the mornings you both have free—it's the one thing he just won't rush. it's always quiet and wordless, soft laughter and dark, peering eyes and your lips brushing in passing.

he's not the most vulnerable man, so it's like catching sight of magic when he's drowsily blinking awake, fingers combing lazily through his tangles.

when he awakens, he'll start to nudge his hips against your thigh and his nose into your neck, pulling you into his cozy side, waiting for you to reciprocate.

the pace is sleepy and serene—he'll spend forever between your legs, waking up your senses, kissing your wetness and soothing the ache with his tongue, and when you finally drag him up, the sheets spilling from him as he leans over you, his dick is leaking and hard, tip sticky from the way he was grinding into the duvet. constant murmurs of how much he loves you—it's all you hear against your ear as his languid thrusts push into you, length buried deep inside you.

usually has a tight grip on his life, on his surroundings and environment, but he'll let go here, in the hazy mornings, with you.

don't worry about pissing satoru gojo off, he loves the challenge of hatefucking you into submission (or vice versa) :33

giving him the silent treatment after a little spat? leaving him on delivered and ignoring the little stickers he sends you because you two argued the other night? perfect! now he gets to start a really explosive fight that ends with you on your stomach, his thighs caging your hips as he pounds you in prone.

he gets filthy and acts like such an ass when he has you like this—eating your words and whimpering pathetically into the mattress. you can just hear the smug grin on his lips when he breathes into your ear, tongue peeking out to tease the shell.

"you can't still be mad, baby, right? how can you stand being mad at me? 'm always so good to you, aren't I?" he just laughs when you clench around his stupidly big cock as his stupidly big hands cover your own. "see? knew you weren't mad. listen to how happy she is to see me. she missed me."

she being your pussy—the one backstabbing you right now, squelching and weeping wet, tacky arousal as his shaft fills you. she did miss him—but does he have to be so smarmy about it? it's unfair, too, because no matter what you do, he wins.

like when you make him beg and plead for your forgiveness, his knees between your spread legs, blue puppy eyes glassy as his cock drools all over the floor </3 such a poor boy, the things you do to him when he wants to make your life difficult, like opening your thighs without letting him have a taste of you.

"let me taste you, please," he'll beg; a tall, strong archetype rendered helpless (loser is the word for what he becomes when you tease him :3) "I'll be good, promise, baby, please—"

it's torture for him, but he loves it—loves being the brat who got put in his place, the mighty, powerful one who got beaten down a peg or ten c: even if it means there's a puddle on the ground because he's been an asshole and isn't allowed to touch himself while he eats you out (he lives for these punishments) (this is why you just can't win).

call choso kamo your little vampire 'cause he loves period sex—a lot lot.

when he was first learning the ropes of decent society and humanity with you when it came to sex, he stared at you like a sad, lost pup when you told him period sex was taboo, that most men don't find it very pleasant, and besides, lots of women are too uncomfortable to even think about it when they're menstruating. it's endearing, how crestfallen he looks, because your blood smells like a dream, mouthwatering and delicate.

emphasis on learning the ropes. he still is—it's hard for him to assimilate, which means, most importantly, ignoring his base urges. be patient, he's really trying, and he couldn't help himself the morning he woke up to stained sheets and your bloody center, undisturbed and oozing.

his feelings were confusing—is his dick supposed to tingle at the sight of this? does that happen to humans? he knows they like being licked and kissed there—knows he likes it and you do, too. is it so different when you're bleeding, then?

yes, for you, but not for him—so when you wake up all slick and head full of fuzz, a warm, sloppy mouth urgently lapping at your clit, you nearly faint at the sight of choso's dripping chin and blown pupils.

"choso!" you squeak, trying to snap your legs shut, but his palms have you anchored in his death grip, his lids and lashes low as he drags his tongue right up your slit. "that's my—"

he grumbles against your folds like a little monster when you weakly jerk again—the sight is borderline ridiculous. you aren't sure if you should drown in the feeling of being completely debauched, or laugh at his glazed stare.

but—it feels good. really, really good, and he's making noises and humping your blankets like he never has before, and—

you're not scared of a little blood, are you?

YOU'RE SUCH A PERV! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...pervy acts that the jjk men do

INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, nanami, geto) x fem!reader, panty stealing, jerking off, spying on you, taking pictures/videos of you, groping you, not proofread

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GOJO

gojo loves to steal your panties and use them to jerk off whenever you’re not home or busy with work in another room. The way he got fixated on this was by accident, seeing your lace panties lying on the bed because you forgot to fold them from the clean laundry and gojo, for some reason, immediately got hard. He didn’t care if they were used or not, but just the thought that they’ve been on you, snug against your pussy. Before he knew it, he was using your underwear to help jerk off and boy did he cum a lot. He was left shaking, panting and bewildered by what he just did. It became addicting, and now he steals your panties to jerk off. “Satoru, have you seen my pink lace underwear?” You ask. “Mmm, no. Maybe they’re in the wash?” He shrugs. Little do you know he has them stuffed in his pocket for later.

TOJI

this man is big on physical affection when it comes to you. Previously, he would hate being crowded and clingy with his partner, but something about you changed that in him. Toji is big on groping you and I’m talking like eyeing you down like a piece of cake, thinking of all the nasty things he could do to you before his big rough hands are reaching out to grab your titties. His thumbs rub over your hardened nipples with a smug smile on his face. Sometimes he’ll scoot by you, hand on your waist before saying, “scuse me, baby.” Pushing his entire bulge against your ass. All you do is look at him with narrowed eyes while he chuckles. When you’re lying down he likes smacking and grabbing your ass. At this point it’s muscle memory for him. But sometimes he ends up getting horny, and he’ll pull his cock out and start jerking off right there in front of you, still groping your body. “Toji, what are you doing?!” Your brows furrow. “Shhh, just keep watching the movie, sweetheart.”

GETO

this man is so pervy like big time perv. He will record you and take pictures of you anywhere he sees fit. Sneaking a picture of your ass in the dress you’re wearing. Taking videos of you while you’re changing. Sometimes he’ll zoom in your lips while you’re doing your makeup so he can jerk off to it later. He has a whole folder dedicated to you. When y’all are having sex, of course geto has to be the photographer he is. “Lift your skirt up for me.” He snaps a picture of you bent over the bed, the skirt barely covering your ass. Whenever you give him head, he’ll make it a priority to cum on your face so he can take pictures of you smiling. Isn’t he the best? Also, he for sure records you while you’re taking a shower, even if the steam is fogging up the glass, he can still see the outline of your naked body and that’s enough for him. “We should make a movie. What d’ya say, princess?”

NANAMI

as sweet as nanami is, I feel like he would be the type to spy on you and secretly listen to you if you’re ever playing with yourself. He can’t tell if you do it on purpose or what because each time he comes home, the bedroom door is cracked and you’re fucking yourself with the toy he bought you. As we watches you from the dark, he loosens the tie around his neck as he hold back the urge to bust into the room and fuck you senseless, but he gets a sense of adrenaline watching you silently, seeing you lose yourself as you call out his name. He palms himself through his slacks before he finally can’t resist it anymore and starts jerking off to you, following your movements. He knows it’s wrong to do it, he feels like such a creep, but goddamn does he love how it feels, the rush is gives him. “There you go baby, cum for me,” he whispers as his eyes intensely watch how your legs shake.

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⏦☣︎➢I NEED MARK’S FLAXANDIH

NOTE: You guys aren't giving enough love for my bb Flaxancible :((, I crave him so much that its too much even for me. Getting the hang of Tumblr, semi-proof read.

Paring: Flaxan!Mark Grayson x f!Reader — Female Anatomy and She/They + You Pronouns, Established Relationship?

Sypnosis: Flaxan Mark probably did the right thing — attacking the Pentagon and fucking you before ReAnimen beat his ahh up

Warning: Smut

Arriving a new universe probably wasn’t for the weak. Thanks to Angstrom — or not, he’d promise something for each and every one variant, like Phantom Mark who wanted his mom back, Maskless Mark who missed William and Sinister Mark who just wanted to destroy everything that is in sight. Every Mark variant had something they’d lost or an ambition.

Flaxan Mark on the other hand, he had everything he’d wanted, power, strength, everything, thus he even conquered over the Flaxans that tried to destroy earth, he’s already an emperor. But still, something wasn’t right.

Flaxan Mark flew over the city of this current universe; Arlington, Virginia. As if he’s trying to find a certain place.. or institution?

He hovered above the building of the Global Defense Agency, observing it before dashing into the place, damaging the base, the establishment—a wreck by such a small entrance. Tons of rubble fell, alerting the people and Director of the GDA to find the culprit.

He made his way towards the empty sleek halls, his feet softly padding against the floor that had just been splattered with the blood of his victims, eventually finding himself in a somewhat empty hall. His eyes slightly widened, finding her.

“Mark? Is that you?— we really need your help and—” your rambling came to a halt, realizing that he wasn’t Mark. Oh fuck. “Shit—“ You cursed, trying to dial Cecil’s office but you get cut off when he took it away from you.

You turned to look at the hallway but found it empty, gently pursing your lips together. You shuddered when you felt him breathing and looming over you, you looked back at him with fear. To your surprise, it definitely wasn’t your Mark.

“Stay away— I- I’ll press this button.” You gripped the switch tightly, holding it between you and him. That button was the one that Cecil used on Mark before, a copy from that creature he fought that emitted a wail so powerful enough to stun him as he was making a treaty with Queen Aquaria and with that Cecil gave you a copy, in which you reluctantly accepted at first. Thankfully right now, it’s going to be useful to you.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember.” He whispered, gently caressing her skin as he lowered her hand that held the remote. This variant looked so much different from Mark. Much more shorter hair, the flaxan attire? Is he a flaxan?

“You look just like her.” He weakly said, his voice trembling in anticipation as he ran his thumb across her features, analyzing her eyes, skin, and lips before slipping it between her mouth, earning a yelp out of protest from her. You bit his thumb that he stuck in your mouth, Flaxan Mark immediately retracted it back, replacing his thumb with his lips.

“You are her.” You melted into the kiss. He kisses just like Mark, he is Mark after all. You fluttered your eyes open gently, slowly reaching out for his wristband. He noticed this small movement, gripping her wrists on the side with his hand, restraining her. He knew this too well.

“Mmh- Mark.” You moan into his lips, back pressed against the wall behind her. Flaxan Mark’s hands dared to touch her, too afraid to hurt her, too scared to lose her, so he made sure he wasn’t bruising her wrists when he restrained her up.

He broke his lips away from her, resting them over her cheek, relishing how she felt once again in his arms. He trailed his lips from her cheek to her jaw, his hands that restrained her wrists shifted to your shoulders, resting there as his fingers flexed against her skin. He made his way to her neck, kissing over the moles, the way he used to do so with her before. His teeth nibbling, refraining himself from leaving marks as he is actually scared to hurt his beloved that he just once again found.

His swallowed, hearing her soft sounds, he knew her too well, too well that in every dimension, she’s the same. He loved the fact that she was like her. His you in his dimension.

One of his hands landed on her figure, gently caressing your skin trough your uniform. “Not enough— time.. To make love with you.” He grunted, looking over their surroundings before hiking your skirt up. He was impatient, a parallel to Mark. He unbuckles his armor, freeing his veiny dih, the tip twitching with anticipation as she watched it brush against her thigh.

He slipped himself with no thought — actually a thought, a thought of fucking and probably breeding her in some way? Imagine losing her in his dimension and finding her in another’s dimension, all unbothered, so he took the risk before losing the chance to ever see her again.

“Gotta breed this fucking pussy before I slaughter them all— shit..” The Flaxan penetrated her, the feeling of his dick was too overwhelming for her, making her mind go numb. She clenched her gummy warmth around him as he thrusted, in and out of her hole. a small sound escaped his lips at the feeling of feeling her around him once again after being separated for so long he couldn’t even imagine. Bros stupid ahh did not slaughter them all.

“Don’t you leave me— don’t you dare fucking leave me.” His hips stuttered against her as she clutched onto the cold wall behind her and clutching onto his Flaxan armor that gleamed. She moaned incoherently, his metal-clad fingers digging on her sides painfully. The frequency button fell out of her hands, landing with a small thud on the floor.

You moaned, holding onto his with dear life as he rutted his hips against hers. He paused, feeling a lump forming on his throat before taking a deep breath and trying to put his desire into words. “Fucking- shit..” He hesitated, looking away for a moment before back up at her. The sudden change of position made her gasp quietly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he lifted her hips up to his level. Her eyes met his as well, her breathing getting a bit heavier as more and more anticipation spread through her.

He held her with one arm while the other went between them both, his fingers brushing against her folds, his thumb gently circled her clitoris. He ran a pad of his fingers across her folds whilst he slowly penetrated her. She felt so warm, so tight around him. It made the poor Flaxans head spin almost.

His hand moved to her hip, his grip firm and possessive. The muscles in his arm flexed as he guided himself forward, his body trembling with coiled tension. As he slowly slid into her, the sensations overcame him. The heat, the wetness, the way she clenched around him sent a shudder of pure pleasure through his entire body.

“Fuck.”

He cursed.

Already cumming between her folds.

Her climax came after his, gushing all over his dick, clamping his appendage, milking him. You fell onto him, body weakening under his resolve, he kept his small pace, drawing their climax to its end.

NOTE: “What was that? 8 seconds?” — Guinevere Beck from the Netflix Series, YOU

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