Bestfriend! Suguru, who waits for you when you get home late after a night out with your friends. He’s lounging on the couch in sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a book forgotten in his hands, though his eyes are fixed on the door the moment you stumble in. The way your heels click against the floor and your soft curse when you drop your keys pull a quiet laugh from him.
He watches as you crouch down, the hem of your dress riding up dangerously high, revealing just enough to make him grit his teeth and look anywhere but at you. You’re trouble, he thinks, a beautiful, irresistible kind of trouble that he can’t bring himself to resist.
“Lose something?” he asks, voice low and amused, as you finally find your keys and straighten up with a triumphant grin.
By the time you’ve kicked off your heels and wandered into the bathroom, he’s already following, a silent shadow at your back. He doesn’t say anything as he sets you on the icy counter, his hands steady on your waist when you wobble slightly, laughing softly at your own clumsiness.
“Had fun?” he murmurs, already pulling out a cotton pad and your makeup remover from the cabinet.
“You kiddin' ? ...It was the best,” you giggle, leaning forward a little, your knees brushing his sides as he steps between your legs. “You should’ve come thoughhh.... they were asking about you....you know?”
“I bet,” he replies, a flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips as he starts carefully wiping the remnants of makeup from your face.
His touch is gentle, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against your skin as he works. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his presence wrap around you like a blanket., his focus so intense it makes your stomach flutter.
But when he reaches your lips, he hesitates. The gloss sheen of your lip gloss catches the light, and his thumb lingers near the corner of your mouth, his breath hitching. You feel the pause, your dreamy haze giving way to a spark of awareness, and without thinking, you close the gap, pressing your lips to his.
He freezes for half a second, caught off guard, but then his hand on your thigh tightens, drawing you closer, and his lips press firmly back against yours. It’s soft at first, tentative and searching, like he’s savoring something he’s longed for but never thought he’d have. His other hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up as the kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, but impossibly intense.
Your hands drift to his shoulders, then to his neck, fingers threading into his hair as you pull him even closer. He groans softly against your lips, the sound low and guttural, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His thumb strokes the curve of your jaw as his lips move against yours, exploring, teasing, claiming.
When you part just barely for air, his forehead rests against yours, his breath hot and uneven. But he doesn’t pull away—not yet. Instead, his lips find yours again, a little firmer this time, hungrier, like he’s trying to make up for all the times he held himself back. His hand slides to your lower back, guiding you closer to the edge of the counter until there’s no space left between you.
You lose track of time, your mind a haze of warmth and Suguru. The way his lips meld perfectly with yours, the way his hand anchors you in place, the faint hum of satisfaction he lets out when your fingers tug at his hair—all of it feels like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, his dark eyes heavy with something that makes your heart race.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own pounding heartbeat.
His lips curve into a slow, devastating smile, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Oh, I do,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I met you.”
And before you can respond, he’s kissing you again, like he has all the time in the world—and like he plans to spend every second of it with you.
clingy!armin who can’t leave you alone to save his life.
“where you goin? can i go?”
“wait on me.”
“hold on.”
“come wit’ me.”
you heard at least one of those phrases everyday. not that it was a problem, but it was sure odd. armin was never that close to anyone else but you. he’d never admit that though.
sometimes when he realized it, he told his self he’d stop. until you asked him if he wanted to go to the store with you.
and don’t let it be night time because sleeping is absolutely draining around this man.
you get peace from sleeping around him, yes, but it’s in the middle of the night when you wake up wondering why it’s so hot, then see his full arm across your head. and since he’s drenched in sweat too.
or before you get in the shower, he’s always in the bathroom before you.
he always has to hold your hand anywhere. even at home. in the car, of course shopping, if it’s snowing outside, he’ll beg to hold your hand.
at any family event where his family invites you, or your family invites him, he’ll hang around you every time. he wouldn’t say it’s because he’s antisocial, he just doesn’t like talking to people like that. but he’s respectful.
he honestly follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy😭.
and when he’s out by his self (which is rare), he always has to facetime you, whether he’s saying something or not. when he’s staying somewhere else or when you’re staying somewhere else, going to sleep on the phone is mandatory.
both of you are clueless why he does the things he does when he’s around you, he just loves it.
I'd fuck the depression out of him
birthday candles with gojo !
"what," satoru whines, twisting his fingers into the hem of your old sweater. "is it illegal to want m'girl blowing out the birthday candles?"
you squirm in his lap to no avail, hips trapped by his arms and shoulder pinned under his chin. your boyfriend pouts up at you, big blue eyes sparkling.
"they're your candles, 'toru."
"but you're my girl," he counters, sidling up close to press a sticky kiss to your cheek. "look, the wax is melting already."
you reach back, brushing over the short, white hairs curling around his nape. "need me to do everything for you, huh?"
with a short puff, the room goes dark. little boxes of light still blink in through the slats in the blinds of satoru's apartment, but now it's mostly just you cradled in his lap, saccharine candle smoke wafting around your heads.
a quiet exchange of breaths, and—
"ahh," satoru voices next to your ear, finger pointing at his open mouth.
you oblige (as you always do), sinking a fork into cream and chiffon.
turning in his lap, you cup his jaw in one hand and shove the cake into his mouth with the other. and as a gift, you seal it with a kiss, smearing cream on your lips.
"happy?" it's a question that comes with a head tilt and a smile.
"best birthday ever," is what satoru says before diving back in.
— hbd to my glorious blue eyed king.. pls talk/interact if u enjoyed, gojo said so ᡣ𐭩
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early relationship with out of this world gorgeous man suguru and you're still stuttering when he stares at you longer than three seconds, yes you counted.
you still have no idea how you managed to garner his interest. him going from a small tiny crush to being your boyfriend? you had to pat yourself on the back.
so that's why you're extremely nervous and rambling about some lines in the movie you're currently watching with him, bodies tangled together. your hands are a little shaky, and maybe a little sweaty, from holding his and your heart is beating so loudly you pray he doesn't hear it.
as for suguru? he just stares at you no— admires you with a lazy grin. it's clear how nervous he makes you feel and he thinks it's endearing.
and as much as he's fond of listening to you rant about something completely irrelevant, he just couldn't help but steal a few glances at your lips. he knows you noticed too because your babbles were now a frenzy of stutters and the faint pink on your cheeks turn red, spreading through your face and all the way to your ears.
"so what happens after that was-" your words halt as you gulp and blink furiously, looking at anywhere but his face.
suguru only chuckles and shifts his body closer towards you "yeah? what happens after that?" he leans in teasingly.
"actually... i don't know" you smile to yourself, finding humour with it all and you turn, bravely too.
taking his chance, suguru closes the small distance separating you both and lands his lips onto your own. at first you freeze but then he feels you relax and melt into the kiss.
he slowly brings his hands to cup your cheeks, slowly caressing it as he gently tugs your lower lip with his teeth upon pulling away.
your forehead connects and suguru smiles fondly "you have no idea how long i waited for this" he practically purrs and your heart, for the hundredth time today, threatens to burst.
"me too" was all you could mutter out meekly.
suguru lets out a faint laugh "yeah?"
"yeah"
that was all the confirmation he needed when he leaned in to kiss you again, so much more passionate this time.
I feel like a virgin when I search up x Reader with a new character I like
alt!megumi gently waking you from your sleep just to fuck you because you just looked so fucking adorable with your hair disheveled across his pillow and your lips slightly parted as you snore softly. him pulling your lacy panties down your legs while you whine softly, still half asleep and lifting your hips to help him and he just strokes your cheek with his thumb “just rest, baby. let me do the work”. and him lifting your knees over his hips and when he finally plunges into you, you’re so tight he has to stop himself from cumming instantly.
alt!megumi lifting his pretty tatted hand up to your throat and squeezing, your hands wrapping around his forearm as you whine and cry, the feeling of his cold rings (that he always wears) against your hot skin making you dizzy.
alt!megumi pulling his shirt off and he looks so fucking hot with his body adorned in tattoos and his hair all messy around his face. and he looks even more beautiful when he’s biting the inside of his cheek and willing himself not to cum because you’re just sucking him in and clamping down on him so tight “relax, princess. you’re so tight”.
alt!megumi rolling you onto your stomach and pushing you further up the bed, his hand pressing on your neck from behind while his other hand bruises your hip from how hard he’s pulling you back onto his cock to meet his thrusts— good LORD
(can you tell i’m listening to chase atlantic?)
CHRISTMAS!JJK FIC RECS
santa baby, slip some good d under the tree for me >< the list will be edited as i find more (recs/suggestions r welcome!) happy holidays <3 mdni, may contain nsfw content!
gojo all i want for christmas is you - fushitoru santa doesn't know you like i do - sugurus-thoughts loosing focus every time you speak, girl - madamechrissy beneath the mistletoe - lostfracturess (just meet me at the) apt - norikuna candy cane kisses - dark-and-kawaii last christmas, i gave you my a** - moonlitwitchdaisy like my stockings - versupital a nonsense christmas - mianaissante hoe hoe hoe - touyota monopoly - teamatsumu the lap mishap - jazzthatonewriterchick skip santa, we're both on the naughty list anyway - risoula sant✩'s present - toji-bunny-girl
geto bed chem - norikuna nothing beats the real thing - comatosebunny09 cindy lou who - sugurus-thoughts milk and cookies - indiewritesxoxo down the chimney - chaepink all i want for christmas is you - risuola last christmas - jujuscrolled
nanami santa baby - nininikki no one should be alone on christmas - moonlitwitchdaisy i'll be home for christmas, i promise - risuola
choso emo!choso - confietti ribbons with choso - creamflix looks like we're snowed in for the night - risuola under the mistletoe - osohchoso
toji santa's cumming to town - nkogneatho he's a little bit older (like super old) but damn it, he's so hot .ᐟ - rosesaints an early christmas bonus - preciousamethyst "that's too much whipped cream" - theorphicangel 13 days til' christmas - esmedelacroix you'll be santa claus, i'll be mrs - myluckluv grinch's b!tch - toji-bunny-girl toji x reader christmas - madamechrissy the lap mishap - jazzthatonewriterchick santa's prettiest elf - saberlibrary
sukuna baby, it's cold outside - kurooh mistletoe with sukuna - creamflix wanna let him unwrap me & get on top of him by the fireplace.. - gojoscinnamonroll like you're my queen - arminsumi i've been a naughty girl - candycandy00 i don't need a mistletoe to kiss you - risuola
yuuji under the mistletoe (smau) - adoresia
megumi stuck in a cabin - saberlibrary a spritz of peppermint - riaki
etc all they want for christmas is you - sonarspace jjk christmas headcanons - kentosovertime jjk men as pervy mall santas - candycandy00 dear santa, i've been naughty (smau) - dreamingkitsunewrites christmas: christmas tree time (smau) - swirlingcurses christmas: secret santa preparation (smau) - swirlingcurses d!lfmas - tonycries telling them you signed them up for christmas caroling without them knowing (smau) - nanaslut “your christmas present is on the bed when you get home” (smau) - nanaslut
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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨. The guy who walked into class once with blood stains on his sneakers. Got that hair up in spike buns. Wears nothing but heavy, oversized clothes that hide his physique. Heavy, dark makeup. Excessive bracelets and accessories. Earphones plugged in, music loud enough to make you wonder if he's trying to make himself go deaf. Is he listening to Green Day or My Chemical Romance? No okay, it was Mozart and Vivaldi. He's an off-beat freak always throwing surprises. Black nails with pink pinkies. Pale, slightly veiny hands that instantly spark your imagination. He wears an expression that's so brooding and unapproachable, but then then he opens his mouth and speaks so softly and so politely that you're taken aback.
Sitting down with him at parties leads to getting high and finding out that he has a lot on his mind. It's impossible to judge if he likes you or not; he's enigmatic. When he's got a crush on you, he just gives you shifty stares out his peripherals. Maybe he's not interested at all — oh never mind, now he's placing freaky open-mouthed kisses on your mouth. You know what he loves? Holding the side of your neck and slipping his pierced tongue into your mouth. At hazy parties, he sits on the stairs with you, caught up in an intense, highly charged make-out session.
He loves sleeping in your lap. He loves doodling on your arm, cute little mushrooms or creatures. He's always so calm that just being around him puts you in a zen state — "Hey, baby." he murmurs this so softly, his voice like ocean waves rolling under moonlight. His arm is quickly around your shoulders, and you're melting into him. It's just indescribable, this effect that Choso Kamo has on you — you could marry him. And honestly, it's funny, considering that he was once just the freaky spike bun hair guy who walked into class with blood stains on his sneakers.
you love lazy days with toji.
like this one where you lie atop of him, resting your head on his his chest as you drew random patterns there. while toji had his eyes closed, his finger ghosting your back ever-so-softly, his other hand supporting the weight of his head.
"you know, yesterday shoko and i went to this new place for lunch, the food was really good! and there's this cutest orange cat waiting in front of it cause they said the chef always give it treats. wanna go there together sometime?" you rambled, oblivious to the sweet smile the man was wearing the entire time you were talking. cause, who allowed you to be this fucking cute?
"toji?" you called to once more, not hearing a reply. then he hummed in response, and you felt his calloused palm already made its way to rub your side under the sweater. you giggled, the soft touch across your skin tickled you in the best way possible.
"were you listening?" you asked accusingly, "'course i was, doll. something about a place where a cat is the chef?" he said with a lazy smirk, his thumb moved up and down on your waist. you laughed, his smile widened.
having one time too many case of him pretending not to listen to you, you said, "that's your worst one yet." a low chuckle escaped him, the sound along with the gentle rumble of his chest right on your ear filled you with unexplainable pleasant things.
toji then caught your hand, then kisses it softly.
"if you're the one that's doin' the convincing then i could go anywhere, baby."