Gojo Has Been Waiting A Whole 5 Seconds

dick and jason being antagonistic siblings. no more soft shit let them punch each other at 7am bcs jason ate the last of dicks cereal. dick loses a tooth and they’re banished to opposite sides of the house until they agree to apologise to each other. they’re not allowed to sit next to each other on the couch/during meetings bcs they always end up trying to shove each other off their seats. one time jason came all the way to the manor, walked in, shot dick in the face with a water pistol, and then went back home to crime alley without saying a word. the first time red hood was asked to join the jla for a briefing on the watchtower nightwing ended up sumo-slamming him into the table and the entire jl were so freaked out by the uncharacteristic crash out that they thought nightwing was compromised by mind control, only for batman to tiredly inform them that it was because red hood had just messaged nightwing in the family groupchat that he ‘looked like a little bitch with that new haircut’.

theyre assholes with a baffling childhood bond let them act like it

work wife: part three

summary: you aren't theirs anymore tags: established relationship (not anymore bitch), angst, borderline cheating, actual cheating, divorce, breakups, manipulation, gaslighting, suggestive in sukunas, deadbeat toji, 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, not proofread incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, shiu, higuruma, sukuna, choso, ino taglist: open

part one, part two, part three,

roommate!sukuna who is having a really hard time with you his new roommate. he thinks he should be offended at this rate. did you think he was gay? what other reasoning could there be for the way you act and dress infront of him. he knew for a fact that when you left the house this morning you had on a cardigan buttoned right to the top. and yet you walked into his room on your way in to show him your new nails and all that covered you was a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top with the lace of your bra peeking through.

“kuna looooook i got polka dots and a new shape, do you like them?”

how was he supposed to focus on your nails when your tits were practically in his face, pushed together due to the way you were positioned.

‘yeah brat they’re nice, and it’s cold put some clothes on.’

‘i’m not colddd’ you sing songed on your way out.

and this may not sound so bad, but there was also the time you had gotten your shirt mixed up with his in the wash. and when he had asked you if that was his shirt you were wearing you simply said Oops! and proceeded to take it off then and there infront of him. and only when he saw the bottom of your breasts did he realize you weren’t wearing a bra. he had managed to turn around in time and was perplexed at why you would strip infront of him with the biggest smile on your face. you weren’t even trying to be seductive you were just you. and he was beginning to be offended. why weren’t you attracted to him. he was insanely attracted to you. everytime you plopped down next to him on the couch for your movie nights in your tiny shorts or just plain underwear he’d have to cover his lap with a cushion at the immediate semi. everytime you mouthed off to him he had to convince himself not to put you over his knee. and when you napped in his bed instead of yours and sprawled your legs out as if you owned the place with one of your stupid plushies brought along with you and his pillow shoved between your thighs. that, he wasn’t so mad about however, sometimes it still smelt like you when he was touching himself at night with the thought of your soft body fresh in his mind.

you were frankly becoming a pain in the ass and he was ready to sort it out.

a/n: not proofread sorry but i shall make part 2 soon, also starting my jjk men as roommates drabbles :)

sexaddict!satoru spends all his days fantasising about how he will bend you into new positions and push you past your limits, thinking about how he could utilise his jujutsu to do just that.

sexaddicted!satoru who has to have you at least twice a day (your mouth and hands don’t count, he has to be inside you) and it isn’t up for negotiation.

“Satoru, we need to pack for your work trip.”

Tears of need welled in his eyes, threatening to spill past his lids as he ground against your ass. His clothes were really starting to piss him off.

“Sweetheart, if I am not inside you in the next minute I am going to die.” His grinds grew more frantic, his moans loud as he held you in place with an arm like an iron band around your waist.

“Sweetheart, pleaseee.”

And really, you didn’t have much of a choice but to agree.

sexaddict!satoru likes to work himself up before he finally slides inside of you. He likes his cock, sensitive and twitching with the need to be wrapped up in your pussy. Tears fall down his cheeks as he whimpers, hips rutting mindlessly, and there is a 75% chance he will come as soon as he has seated himself inside of you. But don’t worry, he’s the strongest, he has another four or five rounds in him.

sexaddict!satoru has a bad habit of fingering you anywhere and everywhere, no place too risqué. A work meeting? No problem. A restaurant? No problem. A club? He may even fuck you he is that much of an egotistical bastard.

sexaddict!satoru is down to try any and everything, there is no idea he wont turn down, but he is incredibly respectful of your own boundaries, the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

sexaddict!satoru has never truly had enough of you.

❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

ᡣ𐭩 content — baby fever!satoru. fluff-ish/angst.

baby fever!satoru who's accepted that you don't want kids. and, really, he gets it. you're young, you like where your job's at. where your life is at. so, okay, no kids.

baby fever!satoru has you, anyways. he'll be okay.

baby fever!satoru who can't get it out of his mind. he'd leave jujutsu for it. for a little, mushy baby. one that has his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile. he can't get it out of his mind, a little person, a combination of you and him.

baby fever!satoru who likes to go to parks, to stare at kids. and, god, he knows that's creepy. that there are laws in place for people like him, okay? but, he can't help it.

baby fever!satoru who's favorite part is watching them interact with their parents. after they make it down a slide, and run straight into their mother's arms. or, when their dad pushes them up, up, and up on a swing.

baby fever!satoru who can only sit by himself on the bench, a ghost of a smile on his face.

baby fever!satoru who always feels guilty. you're his everything, and he's so lucky to have you. why is he being selfish? why does he need more? he has it all, doesn't he? he's rich, good-looking, and has a wonderful girl.

baby fever!satoru who hates that, sometimes, everything isn't quite enough.

baby fever!satoru who comes home one day, after running into nanami, and his family. his wife. his newborn baby. his happy, complete family.

baby fever!satoru who can't stop thinking about how content nanami had looked, like he'd found that last puzzle piece.

baby fever!satoru who had found that last puzzle piece, he just couldn't have it.

baby fever!satoru who sinks into the sheets, sight blurred with hot tears. "i don't need a baby," he says, voice breaking. "i don't. really. they're stinky. and they poop. they vomit everywhere."

you'd placed your novel aside, shifting on the bed, trying to meet his face. it was buried in the pillow, as he refused to meet your eyes. "oh, baby," you coo. "it's okay. c'mere, it's okay."

you who gave into baby fever!satoru. how could you not? and, god, he thanked you for it everyday.

it was just like baby fever!satoru wished. a beautiful baby girl. she had his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile.

baby fever!satoru who was sobbing in the hospital, getting to hold his daughter for the first time. you cried, too, but because of how happy the love of your life was.

you cry today, too. he wanted this baby, didn't he? so, why would he go leave you with it? you aren't her mother. she isn't your daughter.

she's his, but he's gone.

baby fever!satoru who's only left you with a dream. his dream.

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don't go Nanamin don't go

"toji, you're gross." ☆

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.

"go ahead," he says, mewling like a fucking cat at the taste of your releases mixed together. "no one will believe you anyway."

finna sit it on his grill like a bbq .. plug!sukuna was known for his shiny gold grills that matched his pink hair gorgeously. and you just needed to experience putting your pussy on his face while he had thousands worth of dollars on his teeth. “oh sukkk” clapping your ass together, your back arched popping your pussy up and down his face feeding him your juices- to which he slurped up like a starving man. sukuna’s veiny hand pumped his curved pink cock while groaning into you.

his fat tounge slowly slid in your dripping hole, tip pulsing out globs of pre cum from your sweet taste. “shit” he mumbled sending vibrations throughout your body that had you shaking above him. his hands fisted his cock making more cum leak out of him like a faucet. you bounced on his warm wet muscle that stretched you slightly but gave you a feeling in your tummy. sukuna was good with his tounge, moving it to lick through your brown lips and suck on your clit making it sore and a brighter pink, cream dripping out of you and down his chin. “that’s it” he mumbled continuing his assult with licks and slurping your clit. his teeth slightly bit down on your pussy lip as his fingers fucked into you. “n-no more!” tears poured from your pretty eyes, hands gripping the duvet treating to rip it.

at this point sukuna was drunk off of you. his cock getting pumped quick and fast, his mouth working aimlessly licking and slurping just needing more of you. just when you began to lose your mind, sukuna moved his three fingers and sucked on your hole like a suction making you scream moving from his face as you squirted everywhere. sukuna closed his eyes, face wet and cock bobbing in his hand as he grunted our your name letting his ropes out onto his stomach. his mind yelled for him to go back to eating your cunt but his body wouldn’t move. your dazed mind, and shaky body, with a pussy that still dripped onto the covers - allowed you to watch as each time he licked his lips his cock let out more and more cum.

plug!sukuna was a true eater— especially with his grills on!

There's overprotective, and there's Suguru Geto.

"Ah- you'll hurt your eyes, baby, let me handle it"

You're just about to start dicing your onion when Suguru comes up from behind you –fully enveloping you in his warmth– and gently rests his palm on the back of your clenches hand before prying the knife away.

"And this" He runs one long finger along the edge of the blade, from heel to tip "is too sharp for you"

..That damn tone.

Suguru only speaks to you this way when he's about to succumb to the voices, the ones that tell him to scoop you up to hold you in his palm forever, to lock you inside his rib cage and keep you warm, to hold you in his arms and never loosen his grip. You know your faith is set when he begins to rub his cheek against yours, a mother lioness and her little cub.

Smothering.

You have reason to believe that Suguru seriously considers baby proofing the house in its entirety.

"Suguru..." Your disappointed expression only gives him more fuel and now he's audibly cooing at you. How sweet, the precious little baby kitten in his palm, pouting so sweetly, how can you have the nerve to go around being so adorable and acting all bothered when he finally gets his hands on you?

"I'll handle the rest, you should take a rest, baby"

He'll handle the rest? Seriously??

"Suguru, i haven't even started anything yet" you whine, and it's enough to make him run a hand through your hair before pushing you against his chest with one large hand on the back of your head.

Bastard, he knows what he's doing.

Your world shifted the day Suguru learned that his chest can also be a tranquilizer.

Your tense figure immediately relaxes, the rumbling laughter you feel run through his chest tells you all you need to know, and it being that you have once again, lost.

"There you go.." comes an almost taunting coo "isn't this so much better? I like you best this way" And it really, really does, it feels amazing, it feels wonderful being fussed over this much, cared for like this, coddled like a fragile little baby.

"I got here just in time, what if you got hurt, hm? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if my baby was harmed and i wasn't there to stop it" the whispering voice of a siren, how you managed to stand your ground this long is a mystery to you, Suguru is a force to be reckoned with.

So you put up with it, and let him have his fun, let him play the role of the sweet doting overprotective husbans, because like this, everyone wins and everyone is happy, he gets to care for you, you get to be cared for, perfect.

Aren't you both just a match made in heaven?