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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?)

⋆｡°✩ neighbor; gojo satoru

★°。 shouldn't have given your number to your noisy neighbor, now he won't leave‎‎‎‎‎ you alone.

★°。kinda suggestive | crack | fluff

★°。note(s): might make this multiple parts and make them fall in love mwahaha but FIRST POST!! it's a little mundane but this is the first time I've written something like this in a while so the next one will be better trust also ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes, I was rushing through this !

you'll have to pry these blue emojis out of my COLD DEAD HANDS.

gothkasa

Team "Characters Who Should've Interacted Directly, But Never Did," assemble!

bringing back this series from @/creamflix because this is a sukuna-centric blog and i love my man and this is literally me and him

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is ridiculous when it comes to technology. just recently you bought him an ipad with a sim in it, and he seems to be using it just fine. maybe a little too fine, because one casual look at his screen-time made your eyes comically pop out.

17h 34m.

seriously, does your boyfriend even sleep? when does he sleep? what is he doing when you're gone? after a very strict interrogation with your grumbling bumbling boyfriend, you find out that your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna has fallen down the rabbit hole of tv shows and movies. hulu, amazon prime, apple tv, netflix, you name it, he has an account on it. you can't even stay mad at him, it's not like you can always be at home with him and honestly? good on him for finding this way to spend his time.

but on the flip side, he is on his way to becoming a letterboxd elitist with the amount of content he's watched. and since he is the ryomen sukuna, he obviously has many colorful opinions about what he has watched. it's not like he's gonna be a raging film bro unless you introduce him to the app-

too late.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is now raking in numbers and criticism solely based off his watched movies alone. he doesn't leave reviews often, but when he does he asks you to type it for him. during these moments, he calls you his scribe, cackling when you deliver a sharp smack! to his arm in response. or when you're not at home, he uses speech to text, which results in his reviews being awfully written and not at all proofread. somehow they are also the ones that do the best and end up as meme templates on twitter.

some people know of dumbass boyfriend! sukuna and his letterboxd account because of his twitter presence (that he's honestly abandoned out of his sheer fear disgust of the men who want to "touch him" and the women who want to "no lube no protection all night" him ever since he accidentally posted a picture of his feet). the people who don't know him however, are quick to cite him as a bot, saying there is no way that someone can watch this much content "even if they were unemployed." but how can you tell them that your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna is…not like other guys? literally.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who complains to you about his screen being dirty. it was bound to happen of course, his ridiculously big thumb-prints all over the screen, having never cleaned his ipad even once ever since purchase. so you casually mention that he needs to “clean it.” pretty simple right?

wrong. so wrong.

you wake up from your nap to the sound of clattering from the kitchen and your boyfriend nowhere in sight. you figured he woke up earlier than you to finish a show he was talking to you about (spoiler: the boys) and was making a snack for himself. you don't think much of it, ready to go back to sleep until you swore you heard the sound of sizzling. you know better than to leave your almost 7 foot boyfriend alone in your kitchen, and you rush to find your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna holding up a bar of dish soap. against his ipad screen.

“'kuna, what are you doing?”

“you told me to clean this device.”

“not like that!”

needless to say you spent a good one hour on call with apple care's customer support, all while dumbass boyfriend! sukuna has you on his lap as he grumbles about “stupid human policies.” for his birthday, you gifted him a box of screen cleaning wipes, and updated his letterboxd bio to "my girlfriend put me on timeout for the rest of the week, so i won't be active here."

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband in the Zenin clan, would really not regard you as his wife initially, even later on he would have a hard time wrapping his head around the whole idea of it.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband would make two beds/futons on two extreme ends of your shared bedroom in the clan estate, would not even turn in your direction as he sleeps, and would slip out of the door, quietly, at the very break of dawn.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would let you latch onto his arm at a family gathering where everyone in the clan has gathered into the large banquet hall, but only because he sees it as a formal necessity.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would intentionally keep you away from the old geezers and Naoya, at the said gatherings because he knows how deeply condescending they are towards women, even their own kin.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t really care about this marriage but doesn’t really care about the idea of being with another woman outside of it either. Like moss on the base of trees, he remains unmoving and unbothered in this specific field.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is actually taken aback when you tell him he can do whatever he wants outside of this marriage as long as he keeps it under the wraps. Because this leads him to believe you’re doing something of the sort.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is so baffled by his own envy and rage over the mere notion of his wife partaking in an act of infidelity that he has to begrudgingly retreat to a spare bedroom at the end of everyday because he cannot fathom what he’ll do if he looks at you.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is finally forced to face you after almost two weeks due to unforeseeable circumstances and he almost retches at the bitterness scorching the back of his throat.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who finally decides to confront you so he closes the bedroom door behind him and walks forward, grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t miss the slight widening of your eyes and the warmth of your face and the glitter of your eyes, and he hopes, hopes that despite everything, you choose him. He is willing to put this behind, to forgive and forget, because god his wife is so beautiful, he would do anything to have you love him, or atleast try to.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who approaches the topic directly without any hesitation, because what is the point of beating around the bush when the truth is already there in his face.

“Have you been with other men?”

And he hates, he hates the way your eyes widen because it is a clear indication of something that he refuses to accept.

“What?”

He understands. Toji really does understand. Why would you or anyone for that matter, be willing to openly confess about something as such.

“Ya heard me.”

He doesn’t miss the way your brows furrow, and he anticipates violence and anger and everything red, with the way your mouth presses itself into a thin line and your forehead creases in thought. He is already convincing himself of a life where he has to live with the burden of knowing, yet forgiving.

“What exactly gave you the idea?”

Now this irks him. Toji wishes you would just be out with it, hell, he already knows, he’s convincing his poor heart of a future where you can still try to love him despite all this, so why would you drag this on any longer than you need to?

“You told me I could do whatever I wanted outside of this marriage.”

“And that led you to believe that I was doing the same?”

Toji frowns. He likes the way your eyes soften and the corners of your mouth quirk up, your lower lip tuck itself under your upper one, despite the fact that it all seems to be mocking, he likes it. But he is still confused so he simply frowns, and luckily for him, you seem to catch onto his reasoning real quick.

You free your hand from his hold and step closer to him, torsos touching, before you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his neck. Toji bends down to accommodate you in this position, it all seems to new, so soft to him that he is momentarily taken aback.

“You thought I was cheating.” You state, there’s no offence in your tone, but simple mirth that glimmers in your eyes and reaches down to your upturned mouth.

“Is that why you’ve been sleeping in a different room because you thought I was compromising this marriage?”

And Toji frowns deeper, like a kicked puppy. His arms hang stiffly by his side and he wishes he could loop them around your waist.

“Toji.” You whisper, leaning in to brush your nose against his.

Your smile disappears, his breath mingles with yours and both your and his eyes flicker down, then up.

“I haven’t. I would never.” You say.

And you hold back your tongue from admitting the fact that your offer was a half hearted, unwilling one, that the days he slept away from you, you would curl in your bed and cradle your aching heart and chest.

“Yeah?” Toji whispers back. He is breathless now. He feels like a large boulder has been lifted off his chest, so now he can finally breathe, like a man submerged underwater, he laps at the surface, gasping for air, desperate.

“I have a husband.”

And it sets off a fuse in him.

He snakes his big arms around your waist, and pulls you closer until the warmth of your bodies becomes a shared one, and then he’s leaning down, eyes half lidded and drunk on love, love that he didn’t realise he was nurturing, with intent.

But you stop him, with a hesitant hand to his chest.

“Have you?……been with other women?”

And Toji doesn’t like how small you sound all of a sudden, how your sparkly eyes look at him with hesitance, and fear, of knowing something you couldn’t stomach. He doesn’t like how you visibly shrink in his arms.

“Why would I? I have a wife.” He says with a cheeky grin before leaning down and taking your mouth into his.

Toji Zenin as your husband who sleeps with you nestled in his arms that night. And stays unmoving hours after waking up, basking in your warmth.

ꨄ Reiner Braun, your perverted roomie ۶ৎ

ᥫ᭡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

Pt.2 to Perv!Reiner

A/N: Reibear is very subby in this.. I just love the thought of this large man being a cute, whimpering, pathetic, touch-starved man.

You sit up, looking over at the clock on your nightstand.

It was past midnight at this point, you had been lying in bed for quite a while now, deciding to put in your earbuds and listen to music as you scrolled through your phone after you had gotten out of the shower.

You pull the earbuds from your ears, stretching before you get up to go get something to drink from the kitchen.

As you walked down the hall, you paused, hearing the faint, repeated murmur of your name coming from your roommate's room.

When you get to Reiner's door you knock softly and when you don't get a response you decide to open his door slowly only to see his hand wrapped around the thick base of his shaft but only for a split second before he quickly tries to cover himself.

"I'm sorry!" You both say in unison as you turn your back quickly and your hand flies up to your face, covering your eyes.

"I am so sorry.. Oh my God.. I heard noise and I thought maybe you were talking in your sleep or like a nightmare or.." Suddenly, the glance of what you'd see on his bed pops back into your mind, and you drop your hand back to your side, turning to look at him.

His face is flushed, hair slightly sticking to his forehead and his lips are parted like he wants to speak, to try to explain himself, he wanted to say something, anything but what could he possibly say?

"Wait.. are those my panties?" you ask motioning to the skimpy piece of black cloth on his bed, peaking from beneath the blanket.

"Uhh.. I.. yes.." he says quietly, obviously quite embarrassed that he not only got caught but that he neglected to hide the panties he'd stolen while you were at work earlier in the day.

You walk over to his bed, and his eyes follow you nervously, his heart pounding out his chest. He expected you to just leave and act like nothing happened, to slap him.. something.

When you get to the side of his bed you hold out your hand for your panties and he slowly gives them to you, feeling guilty.

" 'm sorry.."

You hold the panties up, realizing he'd not only stolen your panties but a pair that you'd worn.. this man was going through your dirty laundry.

"So all those times I'd come home to my clothes folded on my bed that just so happened to 'get mixed' with yours in the laundry.. this is what you were doing, huh?"

He nods softly. He knows there's no point in him trying to lie now.

"What do you do with them?"

"Oh I.. I'm sorry.. I'm disgusting, I know.. I won't take them anymore.. I prom-"

"What do you do with them, Reiner?" You question again, your eyes moving from the panties that you put aside on his desk and back to him.

He hesitates, swallowing for a moment before he sighs.

"I like to smell them.. or.. sometimes I put them.. in my mouth.. or use them to.. you know."

He felt so embarrassed, disgusting, guilty. Wishing the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

You can't help but imagine his hand, adorned by your panties wrapped around his dick, pumping away while he moaned your name. He's so flustered right now, and you have to admit, you should be disgusted, but he's so adorable..

"I'm sorry.. I won't do it anymore.. I just can't stop thinking about you.. I'm sorry.. you're all I think about.. when I wake up.. when I go to sleep.. I dream about you.. you're so pretty.. and nice and..I didn't know how to.. I just.." he rambles, wanting to say anything to defend himself before his eyes look back at your face, your expression unreadable before you speak.

"You know.. you could've just asked.." you say softly.

He literally feels like his heart is beating so fast, he'll die as he nervously watches you reach beneath your short nightgown to slip your panties down slowly. He must be dreaming.

His breath seems to catch in his throat and he watches you bring the material up for him to see.

"You.. you're not mad?" He asks, his eyes not moving from the fabric you held out.

"Guess I should be? Shouldn't I?"

"Do you want these, Rei." you say in an almost teasing, lustful voice, waving the material around like it was a treat for a dog and he swallows but he nods softly, reaching out for the material only for you to yank it away.

"Say please."

The flush across his cheeks grows darker, his heart beating faster.

"Please.. please can I have them.." he asks, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

"Pretty please." you correct him.

His voice is laced with desperation, not even caring anymore, that he sounds and looks absolutely pathetic. The look in his hazel eyes is pleading, as if you giving him the panties would save his life, as if it was a necessity.

"Pretty please.. can I have them? I'll do anything.."

You grin in satisfaction, looking at his hand that he had held out, waiting for the panties before looking back at his face, gaze trailing from his eyes to his lips.

You lean closer, grabbing his jaw in one hand, his eyes looking up at you innocently as he slowly lowers his hand back to the bed.

"Open." You demand softly, and he parts his lips, opening his mouth, allowing you to shove the material in. The taste of you hits his tongue as you lie the part the covered your pussy just moments before, right against his tongue, making his eyebrows furrow slightly as he moans.

"Good boy.." You praise giving his cheek a soft pat.

He groans softly, the praise only arousing him further.

Your eyes trail down his body, noticing his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and chest, the prominent veins that run down his biceps to his forearms and down to the top of his large hands.

Your gaze moves further south, noticing the pronounced v-lines and the veins that run down the center of his abs all the way down to the trail of hair starting just beneath his belly button leading down beneath the blanket that rests low on his hips, covering the rest of him.

His eyes stay on your face, watching you look at his body. His mouth is watering around the panties so much that it runs out from the corner of his lips. He wonders what you'll do now, if you'll do anything at all or just leave him there looking pathetic and needy.

You reach your hand out, fingertips lightly trailing down his chest and abs seeing his body flex beneath your touch. You look back up to his face, his eyes pleading with you, silently begging you to touch him more.

You swear he looks as if he'd drop down to his knees and cry and beg at your feet to fuck you if given the prompt to do so.

"Can I?" You ask, your fingers running down his happy trail, and he nods eagerly.

When your hand slips beneath the covers, they drag along the hot, thick, veiny length. You used your other had to pull the cover back slowly, his hard dick jumps softly from the cold air, the leaking precum building at the tip.

You run your finger down and over the tip, collecting it with your finger, popping the digit into your mouth, sucking it off as you look in his eyes, and he moans. Seeing you taste him only makes his dick throb more, borderline painful as it leaks more precum.

You pull the panties from his mouth, spit stringing from his tongue and lips to the now soaked fabric.

"Please.." he says breathlessly, his body feeling like it was trembling with need.

You lean down to his face, tongue dragging flat up his chin collecting his spit that ran down from when you pulled the panties out of his mouth before you reach his lips sucking on his bottom lip softly.

He watches you move away and climb onto the bed between his legs before you lean over him, lips trailing down his chest, tongue moving out to brush against his abs in sync with your soft kisses.

His hard dick brushes along your body and his chest heaves as he takes a few deep breaths.

"Fuck.." he moans softly.

When you move down far enough, you wrap your hand around his dick, picking up the heavy length and bringing it to your lips. Your tongue comes out brushing over the sensitive head, precum smearing on your tongue as he lifts his upper body up onto his elbows so he can look down at you.

His biceps flex, and your eyes look up at him while you circle your tongue around the tip slowly.

Every touch from you feels so good, and you can see every ounce of pleasure he feels in his gaze. His hips buck up slightly, greedy for you to take him into your mouth, but his actions only make you turn and bite his thigh, his dick twitching in your hand as he hisses in pain.

"Don't do that. Be good.." you say giving the bite a soft kiss before you look back to him.

He lies back on the bed, pulling the blankets from the side to cover his blushing face as he mumbles.

"Please.. I'll be good.. I promise.."

You drag you tongue up the base of his cock, running it over his tip before letting your lips mold around his thick shaft, pushing your head down to swallow as much of him as you could.

Your actions make him let out a loud whine, shoving the blanket into his mouth to quiet himself down.

You bob your head up and down slowly, tongue dragging along the base of him as his hand squeezes the sheets tight, a string of pleasured moans coming from his mouth only to be muffled by the blanket.

After a moment you pull your mouth off with a soft pop, moving to straddle his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his dick and he quickly pulls the blanket from his mouth, looking at you with a slightly surprised, needy expression.

You giggle, reaching down to take him in your hand, teasingly dragging the tip between your hot folds, wetting the tip with your juices.

"Mm fuck.." He moans and you lean down to his lips, your own brushing against his lightly.

"You've thought about this so many times, haven't you.. Always stealing my clothes.. moaning my name while you touch yourself.. your such a nasty boy Rei.. no respect for a woman's space." You mock him making him whimper in lust and embarrassment.

His hands come up hesitantly to your hips beneath the little cheetah print, silk nightgown, almost like he was afraid you'd push them away.

"Mmm it's okay baby.. you can touch me.. I know you want to.. you think about it all the time, don't you?"

He nods, his hands gripping your hips tightly before one of them rubs up your back, the other moving down over your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Yes.. all the.. all the time when I jack off.. you're so pretty.. I just wanted to be close to you.."

You smile softly, kissing his lips, making him whimper.

"Please.. inside.."

He moans, hearing your pussy smack as his tip drags through your folds and brushes against your clit never once dipping inside.

You sink down just a bit, only enough for your pussy to swallow the tip before you pull back off.

"Wait.. please.. I can't.. I need." He mumbles, his hands pulling at your hips.

You sink down on him slowly, feeling his thick, heavy cock stretch your walls as you swallowed all of him.

Once you get down to the base you lean to his ear with a soft moan.

"Fuck me, Reiner." you whisper.

His arms wrap around you, pulling your body to his, and he wastes no time in thrusting his hips upward, dick slipping in and out of your already creaming hole quickly.

"Fuck.. mm fuck.. like this?" He moans out in shaky breaths every time your pussy slips up and down on him, wanting the reassurance that he was doing a good job.

"Ouu fuck.. just like that Rei.. just like that.."

Your praise makes his eyes roll back slightly, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you'd disappear, damn near squeezing the breath out of you as his hips started to jerk upwards harshly, cock ramming into you mercilessly.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." the deep, repetitive groaning was all you could hear coming from his lips. His movements pulling the sexiest, sweetest moans from you only driving him more insane.

"Fuck.. Reiner.." you gasp out.

Your voice makes him feel like he'd cum any second.

His hands move to grab your hips again, allowing you to lift yourself up, which also allows him to be able to reach deeper inside of you.

"Ahh.. you feel so good.." he moans as you plant your hands on his chest, riding him. His eyes are heavily lidded from pleasure his hands coming up to his chest to lie on top of yours, squeezing them gently while you fuck yourself on him.

"Mm.. ride me harder.." he moans, his hands moving down to your hips as he uses them to guide you. He fucks up into you while you ride, grinding down on him harder feeling the tip rubbing against your cervix.

"Fuck.. fuck I'm gonna cum.. I.." he grunts out deeply.

You bring your fingers up to his mouth, slipping them past his lips. He looks up at you as he licks and sucks your fingers, moaning like crazy as he sloppily ruts up into you.

You pull your fingers from his mouth and lean down to his ear.

"Wanna cum in my pussy? I know you've thought about it, Rei."

His breathing hitches and he nods.

"Yes.. God yes.. I've thought.. about it so many times.." His breathing is shaky as he inches closer and closer to him orgasm.

"Your pussy is so pretty.. feels so good.. please let me cum inside.."

"Mmm then be my good boy and cum for me Rei.."

You words make him snap, his arms wrapping back around you quick and tight as he holds you close against his body.

He's jerking his hips up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he hears the lewd noise coming from his cock rubbing against your slick, tightening walls.

"Fuuck Rei.." you whine out loudly, his pace not easing up for even a second as you squirt, wetting up his pelvis and thighs.

When he feels the gush of warm liquid he moans loudly, fucking up into you aggressively as he cums, cum pouring out of your hole to run down his balls.

He uses you to milk every drop from him, his pace slowing down with each squirt of cum against your cervix, and his hold on you loosens a little bit but not enough to let you get away as you lie on top of him, both of you coming down from the high.

His hand comes up to your head, holding you to his chest as his softened cock slips from between your folds, cum immediately following.

"You're mine.." he says possessively, and you look up at him to see a look of something in his eyes, maybe love.. maybe a sick obsession..

"I'll do anything to keep you.. I won't let anyone else have you.."

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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

as much as you tried to convince megumi that having a sleepover on this specific day was a coincidence, he wasn't so easily fooled. fortunately, he played along for your sake, because nothing was worth more than getting to see you smile on such a special occasion.

to your misfortune, things didn't go as planned.

you've been struggling to stay awake all night, just waiting for that clock to hit midnight. what wasn't helping was his fingers slowly raking through your hair, tracing behind your neck and over your cheeks. soothing — and he knows exactly what he's doing, trying to soothe you to sleep. after all, he's been trying for hours just to get you to rest, knowing full well you'd try to stay up for him. and it was working... sorta.

"megs..." you manage to mumble, nudging your thigh against his to catch his attention. at first, he remains quiet, assuming you're talking in your sleep, but he responds to your second call. "megs..."

"mm?" he softly mumbles.

"happy birthday, baby..." a drunk sounding giggle leaves your lips as you snuggle closer to him, arms wrapped around his torso with your head nestled perfectly into his shoulder. you don't even know what time it is, going off of pure intuition.

it's adorable to see how far you were willing to go just to make him happy.

carefully, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the darkness around him. he quickly turns down the brightness in fear of disturbing your rest and reads the numbers plastered over the top of his lockscreen. 23:59.

you're a minute early, but who cares? you've still the first person to wish him happy birthday. you're the first to hug him, and now...

megumi watches the clock as the seconds slip away, anticipation building. when it finally ticks over to 00:00, he leans down, a warm smile playing on his lips. his breath brushes against your skin just before his mouth meets yours in a gentle peck, soft and fleeting, yet filled with affection.

you're the first to kiss him too.

jjk m.list

mdni, reblogs appreciated .  ﾟ ࿔ ˖ fem!reader ﾉ he calls you baby, dry humping

synopsis: quickie in the morning between you and your fav (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

"i'm trying to sleep here." you laugh breathlessly as you feel his lips against your neck. you feel his hands trail down to your hips and the squeeze of your flesh.

"the sun's out, it's time to wake up." he mumbles as he gently sucks the soft skin of your neck. the previous breathless laughs turns into a soft moan.

"keep those pretty little sounds coming, baby."

his bulge rubs against your ass causing him to let out a groan in pleasure; your back arching in response.

he grips your hips a little tighter as he continues grinding his bulge against your ass, trying to get some type of relief. his mouth is still attached to your neck and moving along to your shoulder, planting needy kisses as he feels his pleasure slowly building.

with one hand keeping your hips still, his other hands begins to squeeze your breast, kneading them. his thumb twirling around your nipple as he gently tugs on them causing you to whimper.

every little moan slipping out your pretty lips just eggs him on, causing him to grope your ass. he feels himself getting closer and closer. he shamelessly thrust his hips up while you grind down against him desperately, leading you both to come completely undone.

no megumi crumbs in the epilogue should be considered a crime. a HUGE chunk of the manga was dedicated to saving HIM. tf you mean no megumi crumbs???? megumi stans can’t have shit.

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.

Unspoken Bond one-shot | husband!sukuna x wife!reader

Summary: Sukuna gets into a motorcycle accident and forgets who you are.

Genre: modern au, 18+, established relationship, memory-loss, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Fic warnings: ooc, profanity, sexually suggestive language

a/n: tysm to @univocalbaby for the idea!!!!

It’s the eighth day Sukuna’s been in the hospital following his motorcycle accident. You were thankful he lived through it and only broke a leg, but he’s unfortunately suffering from short term memory loss according to the doctor. 

You haven’t been around him while he’s been awake yet. The only time he really was awake was when he briefly came to consciousness shortly after he arrived at the hospital. 

You aren’t 100% clear on what had happened because you were going through every single emotion when the doctor was telling you, but apparently he woke up confused and tried to fight everyone that was on staff that night.. which led to them sedating him.

Multiple times. 

Bless his heart, he probably deserved it given the fact that there’s been hospital security sitting outside the room 24/7 after that incident occurred. You only hoped the next time he woke up, he’d be a little calmer, more open to hearing out the nurses and doctors around him rather than trying to pummel them, again.

You’ve stayed by his side for the most part, only leaving the hospital room for an hour or two at a time to go shower or take a walk. You’ve also gone to his favorite bakery to grab his favorite donuts every morning in hopes that he’d wake up to something freshly made, although he has yet to do so. 

You’re starting to think they gave him a horse tranquilizer, and just by looking at your big brute of a husband, you completely understand.

Luckily, the staff had no problem taking the sweets off your hands at the end of each night, you’re sure it also softened them up towards him as well. 

Turns out the patient from hell on floor 27 has a sweet wife, so he can’t be that bad, right?

It’s currently 11:27 am and you decide to tidy up his room a bit. Some of the flowers that were first sent to him have begun to die, so you do away with those. You also try to clear up the counters and floor as much as you can. 

Sukuna was quite the clean freak, even though he’s never complained or gotten mad at you for random clutter around the house, you just decide to clean up because you know it’ll bring him some clarity when he eventually does wake up. 

Right when you finish, you hear a grouchy little ‘ahem’ from across the room and you can’t help but hold back laughter when you turn around to look at your husband who’s obviously been awake and watching you for quite some time now. 

You don’t know if you’re just happy to see him awake or if it’s from the way he’s glaring absolute daggers at you, unable to move because one of his leg’s in a cast and propped up in a sling that’s hanging from the ceiling. 

He clearly doesn’t remember who you are and you’re genuinely curious to see where it’ll go from here because he was a bit of an asshole when you first met him.

“You’re awake,” you offer him a smile as you walk up to him and you can tell Sukuna is trying so fucking hard to not stare at your chest, because you are a stranger to him at the moment.

“And who are you?” He huffs out, most likely offended that you didn’t notice he was awake until he made it known.

“Your wife,” you say. The moment you tell him that he actually does look at your tits, almost believing you.

“Real cute, sweetheart,” he waves you off and looks out the window. “I don’t have one.” 

“Yes, you do.” You giggle at how quick he was to dismiss your claims. It reminded you a lot of how snippy he was with you before you started dating– when he tried to convince himself and others around him that he didn’t like you even though he did.

“No, I don’t,” he sounds so sure of himself as he crosses his arms and leans back to look at you, a little smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

You can tell he’s trying to flex his muscles in front of you– funny how the car accident wiped away his memory, but not his arrogance. 

But you can’t complain too much, you married this asshole. 

You also know him well enough to know the little smirk on his face could only lead to one thing, which is just ridiculous since he had just woken up. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” his voice was seducingly low as he began to basically undress you with his eyes. 

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows. “What is it that I'm trying to do then?” You consider crossing your arms as well but you already know he’d continue to stare at the focal point of your low-cut shirt. 

“You’re just another volunteer trying to fuck a patient,” he sneered. You nearly choke on air because he genuinely thinks that’s what happening right now— never failing to remind you how much of an idiot he can be sometimes. “Last time I checked, that’s against HIPAA.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever checked HIPAA at all, because that would not be the case here,” you groaned, shaking your head. 

“And now you’re calling me stupid, you are never stepping foot in this hospital again.” He promises.

“I never called you that— what are you doing Kuna?” 

He reached for the red button next to his bed and pressed it while holding eye contact with you, menacingly. “Nurse! There’s a little volunteer girl in my room that’s sexually harassing me.” 

You stood there in absolute disbelief over how quick he was to snitch on you and it made you realize just how good you had it when he did remember he was married to you. 

“You’re quite bold, you know that?” He says, smiling as he rests his head on the palm of his hand. “If you had just been a little nicer after getting caught, I would’ve given you my number. You’re actually pretty fuckin’ hot.” He concludes.

“Yeah? You probably don’t even remember it,” you spat back and you’re pretty sure he didn't, judging by the way he scoffed at you and looked back out the window. 

He’s probably trying to remember it right now, but to no avail. 

“Mr. Ryomen? Is everything okay?” A nurse hurriedly rushed into the room shortly after he tattled on you. 

“That’s her,” he points his finger at you. “Take that box away from her and get her out of here.”  

“Mr. Ryomen!” The nurses hissed at him, remembering how he brutalized one of her colleagues when he first got here. “Do not speak about your wife like that, she has been worried sick since you got here!”

You completely stopped trying to explain yourself once she came to your defense, thank god you decided to give the staff the donuts rather than just throwing them away. Sukuna also quickly realized how badly he had fucked up because not only were you his hot wife, but now you were also mad at him. 

To his surprise, you ended up staying after the doctor explained everything that’s happened to him— which might as well be a punishment in itself since you barely spoke to him after that.

And it’s awkward seeing him trying to talk to you because he knows how much of an asshole he was being and he was honestly as nervous as he was when he was on his first date with you.

He did, however, “accidentally” drop the tv remote on the ground— making you grab it for him because he was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, ultimately breaking the ice between you two because you felt bad for ignoring him.

You didn’t hand the remote back to him though and instead scooted your chair closer to his bed so you could lean your head against it. “Do you even like the show you’re watching right now?” 

“Not really,” he shyly admits before clearing his throat. “Will you put on something I like? Please?” 

“Of course,” you giggled and the sweetness in your voice made his chest flutter. 

“What’s in the box you brought?” He nodded towards the counter in the corner of the room.

“Your favorite donuts,” you gave him a smile, remembering how he had tried to have them confiscated from you before kicking you out of the room all together. “I’ll give you one if you can actually remember what your favorite flavor is.” 

“Not fucking fair,” he nearly lunged out of the hospital bed but was stopped by the cast on his leg. “Hand over the fucking box.”

“Nope. You never even apologized for trying to kick me out.”

“Fine, I’m sorry.” He says rather boyishly and glares at you for having the audacity to smile at his suffering. 

You thought it was funny, what a sick woman you were.

You get up from your seat to grab the box in the corner of the hospital room. Before you sat back down on the chair, he had already scooted over as much as possible and patted the side of the bed so you’d sit with him instead. 

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he murmurs to himself the moment you opened the box in front of him. 

“What? These are your favorite!” You remind him, even though he really wouldn’t know until he actually tried one. 

“Mine or yours?” He picks one up and looks at the pink, sprinkled donut with disgust. “You’re messing with me.” 

“Am not,” you rip a bite-sized piece off the donut and try to feed him, but he just stares at you– looking extremely skeptical. “C’mon just try it, I wouldn’t bring you anything you wouldn’t like.” 

He quickly gives in because he honestly can’t say no to you. 

And instead of admitting you were right and that he did like it, he instead asked you to feed him the rest because he remembered he was your husband and it was okay to ask you to do that. You were happy to do so of course, especially with him going back to his soft self. 

For a moment, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to just.. take care of him. 

Wiping the glaze from the side of his mouth, asking him how his stomach was feeling, rubbing his arm as he told you that he was feeling fine, you looking happy with the fact that he was feeling fine. 

He doesn’t remember much about his life right now, but there was something deep down that knew what he had with you was something he’s spent his life searching for. 

The fact that he just woke up one day to this was a shock to say at the least. 

“How long have we been married?” He felt bad for asking, but wanted to know more about you. 

“It’ll be 4 years 6 months from now. And we’ve been together for a total of 5 years.” you tell him and watch the wheels turn in his head. 

“Wait– we got married that soon?!” He was baffled as he asked you to clarify. 

“Yes we did,” you giggled at his reaction, it was how everyone else reacted. “You were the one who insisted. You got me this big rock too to make it even more convincing,” you remind him as you showed him the ring he proposed to you with. 

He took your hand and inspected the ring. He didn’t remember how much he spent on it and honestly didn’t ever want to know because it was fucking huge. 

“Your hands are soft,” he absent-mindedly mumbles to himself as he starts to rub your knuckles with his thumb. “Tell me more about us.” 

And you do, for the next 4 hours. 

30 minutes into the story telling, he got you to fully lay down with him on the hospital bed with your head on his chest, caressing your back because it honestly just felt natural for him to do so. 

And about an hour in, he’s fully comfortable with you– laughing at all the fucked up stories you had of him that a normal person really shouldn’t be laughing at. But he was anything but normal.

After the 4 hours, he starts to fucking flirt with you because that also came naturally to him. You tell him he’s disgusting and make fun of his broken leg. 

Your eyes then roll in the back of your head after he cheekily tells you that his leg was very much broken, “but this dick isn’t”. 

And his memory might be gone for now, but neither of you were worried in the slightest. The chemistry was always there. You say you’ve known each other for five years, but after just spending five hours with you, he feels as if he’s known you his whole life. 

Even if he were to never regain his memory again, you two weren’t going anywhere– your souls knew who they belonged to at the end of the day and that’s all that really mattered.

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

armored titan jean 💥au by @quintilli0n

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.

gojo as leon kennedy

thinking of aftercare with toji but it’s not the typical aftercare you think of. This man has just taken you to pound town, your hair a mess, skin covered in marks and your entire body already feels so sore. Yeah, sure you guys cuddled a little and he gave you some kisses and told you how good you were at taking him, praising and assuring you, but one thing that never fails…he always orders food for the both of you after. Both of you sit in bed, naked, blankets draped over you as you stuff your mouth with a chicken tender dipped in sauce. “How you feeling, mama?” Toji glances over you at you, smirking. “Even better than before,” you hum, taking another bite of your food. “This is just what I needed after back to back orgasms.” He chuckles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek before wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, licking the sauce off his finger. Your eyes flutter shut as you chew your food, resting your head on his shoulder. “Open up,” he says. You do as he says with no hesitation and he places some fries in your mouth. And in return, you give him a bite of your chicken. “I swear this shit tastes heavenly,” you say with your mouth full. “I love you, baby.” You look up at him through thick lashes. “I love you more. Good sex and good food, what more could we ask for?” He lets out a satisfied sigh. Nodding in agreement, you also add, “a good shower. You’re carrying me to the bathroom though. I don't think I can walk.” You poke his arm.

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

he thinks he's gonna eat him

Raw, next question

time to work! 👔

ac: _jvtll

how people describe toji’s money situation:

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."

Soccer player Toji who is known for being cold and unnerving, becomes the talk of the town after being spotted at the local pharmacy still in his jersey top, clutching a box of sanitary pads and tampons for his mystery girl.

Soccer player Toji, who only ever occasionally indulges in a quick fuck and doesn’t spare a glance to the girls looming around him, spends an entire hour at the florist picking out the right flowers for you, his mystery girl.

Soccer player Toji who asks Shiu to turn the car around and bails out on the frat party at the very last minute because he checks the date on his phone.

“What’s so important that’s got THE Toji Zenin skipping out on free booze and a quick fuck.” Shiu laughs as he brings the car to a halt in front of his apartment.

“My girl’s got her period startin’ can’t leave the lady alone in pain.” He grins cheekily as he slips out of the car and the statement leaves Shiu so baffled that he sits in the driver’s seat, unable to move, watching Toji’s figure disappear into the building as the cars line up behind him.

Soccer player Toji who doesn’t even think twice before leaving his spare jersey in your room. He knows game day is just around the corner and the girls are gonna swarm him again, trying to convince him to let one of them wear his jersey (courtesy to Gojo who started the trend of choosing a random girl to give his jersey to for game day) and he’d rather die than see anyone but you wear his jersey.

Soccer player Toji who knows you want to keep you guy’s relationship private for the sake of your privacy and sanity, but he also knows how much it irks you to see girls shoot their shots at him so he gets your initials tattooed on his shoulder and the way whispers fill the gymnasium when he walks in wearing a tank top, showing off the tattoo fills him with pride knowing you’re somewhere in the crowd, smiling softly.

Soccer player Toji who is so insanely whipped for you, his mystery girl, that it becomes a common occurrence for people on the campus to see him at the florist every Saturday, walking out with carefully assorted flowers always wrapped in the same felt paper of your favourite colour.

Soccer player Toji who glances at bleachers everytime he scores a goal to make sure you see him winning.

Soccer player Toji who is literally head over heels for you.

"Really?" Toji asks, nudging your shoulder to wake you up, when he gets a good look at your back turned to him. His voice is slightly raspy with sleep, low in volume from its lack of use.

"Mm..." you hum in response, eyes shut as you try to ease back into slumber. You're in a curled position, your limbs wrapped around one of your extra pillows.

"Really?" Toji repeats, pawing at your shoulder, again.

"Yes, Toji," you say, quietly, not understanding what he's talking about, but agreeing just so that you can get back to sleep.

"Be serious, ma. Really?"

"What?" You ask, your tone somewhat laced with irritation, now.

It goes quiet for a few seconds, and then out of nowhere you hear the sheets rustling and the bed feels lighter. You're thinking there's no way he's so upset that he's leaving the room to sleep on the couch. He's the one who seemingly didn't want to cuddle, so you made do with what you had and grabbed a pillow.

You're snapped out of your attempt to go back to sleep when you feel your pillow trying to be yanked out of your arms.

"Let go of it," Toji mutters.

"What-" you grunt as you pull back and attempt to keep the pillow in your grasp. "What are you doing? Get back in bed, Toji." You hold on as tight as you can to the pillow that is slowly being torn out of your hands. "You're not gonna like when I let go and you're flung towards the wall."

"And you're not gonna like the punishment you earn if that happens. Let go of the pillow. Now."

You stare Toji down, holding your own against him. You know this isn't all of his strength and that he can easily rip the pillow out of your clutches, if he really wanted to, but like a dog with something it shouldn't have in its mouth, you're unwilling to do what he says.

"Listen up, doll, if you don't let go in the next five seconds, you're in for it."

"You're the one who pushed me away."

"Five."

"I need to hug something to sleep comfortably."

"Four."

"It's a pillow, Toji," you say, incredulously.

"Three."

"You're gonna take away my source of comfort?"

"Two."

"Toji."

"One. Let go."

"Oh my god," you groan, irritatedly. "Fine." You release the pillow, allowing Toji to take it away. You watch in disbelief as he throws it at the door so you can't get it without leaving the bed. You huff and scoot as close as you comfortably can to your end of the bed without falling off, before he returns to his side.

"Geeet back here." An arm is thrown over your waist, dragging you closer towards the center of the bed, until your back meets his front and his legs are tangled with yours. "Where are you going, huh? Still chasing after that pillow?"

"All of a sudden you wanna be close to me?" You scoff, in disbelief.

"So much attitude," he murmurs. His hand goes under your shirt, gliding up your warm skin to rest on your tummy. "Need me to give it to you all seven days, now?"

"No," you grumble.

"Well, that's what it's sounding like, to me." A kiss is planted on your shoulder. "Fix that tone, mama."

"You're so unfair. You're the one who didn't want to be held, but as soon as you noticed that I wasn't holding you, you took away my source of comfort. What did you want me to do, Toji?"

"I didn't even push you away, I rolled away in my sleep. It doesn't count."

You just hum in response, no longer in the mood to bicker about something so trivial when you could be working on getting back to sleep. A few seconds of silence go by, a spark of tension formed due to your lack of words.

"Ma?" He calls, barely pinching your soft, warm skin.

You sigh, blinking your eyes open. "What?"

"You mad?" His hand flattens on your tummy, rubbing slowly, as he waits for you to respond.

"No," you say, quiet and icy, even in its subtlety.

"That's a lie," Toji says, chuckling. "Come on, doll. What's got you all hot?"

It's hard not to melt into his touch. The kisses he presses to your shoulder only add on to the difficulty.

"Doesn't matter," you say, still trying to remain stoic.

"Yeah, it does. Now, tell me," he insists. "You're really gonna make me beg at almost two in the morning?"

"I was sleeping, and you woke me up 'cause you were butthurt over me hugging a pillow. There. Does that satisfy you?" You respond, and Toji has the audacity to laugh. You want to laugh too, but your stubbornness and pride will not easily allow you to.

"Poor baby," he coos, a mocking lilt to his tone. "You wanna tell me how to make it better?"

"You're an ass," you bite, no sharpness in your tone whatsoever.

"Ooh, I can hear that pout. You want a kiss? 'Cause I can give you one," he whispers, in your ear.

"Shut up," you mumble, trying not to give away the curling of your lips.

"You want a baby in here?" He asks, gently pressing into your stomach with his index finger.

"No! What?" You say, your giggles finally beginning to surface.

"Gotcha. Made you laugh," he says, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. He presses a kiss to the area before squeezing you in his arms, tight enough to make you groan until he eases up. "Now, tell me how to make it better. Come on, ma. It's not good to go to sleep mad."

You sigh, not wanting to argue with this annoying, yet, charming man, anymore. "Just help me get back to sleep," you mumble.

"Oh, I can do that," he says, a low chuckle homing into your ears. His hand lifts your shirt up more, aiming to get more access to your chest.

"Not like that, you perv!" You chide, pinning his hand on your mid-center. "Can you do that thing you always do?" You guide his hand down, until it rests just above your navel. He knows what you mean, and if this is what it takes for you to not be mad at him, he'll do it.

"You're like a baby that needs to be soothed to sleep," Toji murmurs, as he begins caressing your tummy, drawing little shapes on your skin that fuel your tiredness.

You huff out a laugh. "Acting like you don't drool and snore the second I start playing with your hair when you lay your head on my chest."

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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megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: i am a sucker for mutual pining. seeing megumi’s beautiful smile for the first time.

The city always seemed quieter at dusk, the usual hustle of shuffling feet and distant honking vehicles softened as you strolled alongside Megumi down the city streets. You’d been alone together many times before; yet this evening felt different, like walking along the edge of something unacknowledged as the rustle of unseen leaves filled the silence.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence as you glanced up at the darkening sky, painted with hues of pink and orange.

Megumi, hands tucked casually into his pockets, merely nodded. He didn’t stop walking, barely acknowledging your words as you struggled to keep up with his heavy steps. "It's a shortcut." He said, short and simple as was always his way of communicating.

“A shortcut to what exactly? You know Gojo’s going to hassle us for being late again.”

He side-eyed you, a soft sigh escaping his lips, though his expression remained neutral. You could sense an almost imperceptible shift, a stiffening of his posture at the mention of your former teacher. "Since when do you care about Gojo's timing?" His gaze, brief and stormy, met yours for a split second before drifting away.

“Touche,” you laughed, nudging his shoulder slightly. He doesn’t physically react, his pace remaining unchanged, but you could tell from the briefest flicker in his eyes that you’d at least gotten some, albeit tiny, reaction out of him.

As you continued, the path opened into an unexpected clearing, a slice of calm nestled amongst the chaos of Tokyo. The city’s hum faded, absorbed by a dense canopy of trees. As you breathed you could pick up the subtle scent of damp earth; it was a stark contrast to the city you had just come from. Serene, but almost magical.

“Wow,” you breathed, turning to find that somehow Megumi had stopped beside you, his gaze drifting upwards to the branches ahead. There wasn’t much enthusiasm on his face, especially compared to you, but there was a brief flicker of admiration in his eyes.

“This part of the city,” he said, his voice lilting into something that almost resembled fondness, “its overlooked.”

You look up, watching as the stars outstretched in the sky. It was beautiful. “Figures you’d know all the secrets in this city.” You say in awe. “It’s pretty.”

When you look back at Megumi he’s looking at you, and it was then, against the dark background of night sky, that you caught it…a smile. It was the briefest of moments, a subtle uptick of his lips as he watched you gaze at the sky. But it faded, just as quickly as it had come. In that moment you realize you’ve never actually seen Megumi smile before. Not when his face is perpetually impassive, when he’s always so guarded and reserved. No, this was a first. And my god was it beautiful. Probably the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen; no wonder he didn’t show it off because a smile like that was like the sun, burning so bright that it ignited something in you.

“Do that again,” you said, hardly containing the surprise in your voice. Your eyes slightly wider as you studied his face.

“Do what?” he replied, looking away from you, his gaze lingering on a distant tree.

You narrow your eyes. “You know what.” You say, playfully nudging his shoulder again to hide the fact that seeing him looking at you in that way, with that smile on your face…well it was bad for your heart.

He rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly. “Can we just go.” He said, as he continued to walk on in front of you.

You walk behind him, letting him guide you as the silence is filled with grassy footsteps. “You have a nice smile.” You finally say, a subtle uptick of your own lips as you avoid looking directly at him, heart pounding just a little faster in your chest. You just look on down at the ground, watching your shoes gather dirty against the muddy path.

So you missed it, missed the way his lips curved upwards again, missed the subtle blush that dusted the tips of his ears, as he lead you towards your destination.

the floor creaks beneath your feet as you tiptoe across your bedroom, heart pounding in your chest.

your boyfriend, megumi, is crouched by the window, his lopsided grin making it impossible to stay mad at him for climbing the tree into your room—again.

“do you always have to make so much noise?” you whisper, grabbing his arm and yanking him inside.

“blame the tree branches,” he whispers back, brushing off imaginary leaves from his hoodie.

but before you can answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the hallway. your eyes widen.

“it’s my dad!” you hiss, shoving him toward the closet. he snickers but doesn’t argue, slipping inside just as the door handle turns.

you grab a random book from your desk and spin around, trying to look casual.

your dad steps in, his brow furrowed. “what are you doing?”

“just… reading,” you say, holding up the book. it’s upside down.

for one horrible moment, you’re sure he’s going to check the closet.

megumi’s cologne lingers faintly in the air, and you pray your dad won’t notice.

your dad squints, but he doesn’t seem to notice. his gaze sweeps the room, lingering on the window for a moment.

“keep it down,” he mutters before shutting the door behind him.

you don’t move until you hear his footsteps retreat. then you rush to the closet, yanking the door open.

megumi steps out, his crooked smile even wider now.

“you’re lucky i fit under there,” he teases, sitting back on his knees in front of you.

“you’re lucky he didn’t check,” you counter, but before you can say more, he cups your face with both hands, grinning like he just got away with a heist.

he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “relax, baby. i’ve got stealth skills, remember?”

you roll your eyes. “stealth skills? you tripped on the way in.”

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

part 2 !! part 3!!