Jjk Boys When You Open Your Arms For A Hug;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jjk boys when you open your arms for a hug;

a/n: lots lotsss of teasing from my favorite men.

* ˚ ✦ GOJO's eyes light up so fast as if they weren't bright enough, excitement glimmering in his blues, but believe me, he will try and take his time to tease the hell out of you. hands in his pockets, standing all smug and pretty, he leans his upper body forward so that his face is on the same level as yours, with a smirk so confident you immediately want to slap it off of his face but you just watch him as he pouts at you, "aww, my baby wants a hug?" and it makes you roll your eyes. your arms fall to your sides defeatedly, a sigh leaving your lips as you quickly turn to leave but you still hear his startled "hey, whaー no, wait!". satoru pulls you into him, closing his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into your cheek while you chuckle, "m'sorry, baby," he smiles widely, placing a loud kiss on your cheek, "hug me more." "be nice, 'toru." "yeah, sure, now hug me."

* ˚ ✦ TOJI gives you an unimpressed look, eyeing you up and down which makes you regret even thinking about doing this. he turns to face you fully before asking you a simple "what?" as if he didn't understand what you wanted from him. your arms shrink down slowly as you pout and mutter a small "nothing" before turning to leave only to be stopped by his voice, "nah, c'mon, pretty sure you were waiting for me to hug you." you turn around to give him a suspicious look only to see him with his arms open, eagerness bubbling in your eyes. he smirks, clearly amused, and closes his arms around you when you bury your face in his chest, squeezing him. what you don't expect is him squeezing you harder into himself, so hard in fact that you have to slap his back repeatedly to get him to stop with muffled calls of his name ringing in the air, "what, you wanted a hug, didn't you?"

* ˚ ✦ NANAMI thinks you look really cute; there's a small smile on your face as you bite the inside of your cheek and wait for his reaction. and if he's in mood for some teasing(which is something he discovered he likes doing only with you) he will definetly just stare at you. his face with a soft expression, lips threatening to stretch wider, while he just looks back at you, enjoying the way your cheeks start dusting with pink and you just can't stop yourself. "nanamiiiー" you whine and kento breaks, chuckling softly and putting away whatever he was doing before to stride over to you and envelope you in a hug. cupping your face with both hands, he kisses your cheeks and the tip of your nose, muttering about how cute and sweet you are for him, his heart warming when your arms squeeze tighter around his frame.

* ˚ ✦ GETO's eyebrows raise as soon as his eyes land on your figure. a grin stretches on his lips as he decides to not give in to the temptation; instead he opens his own arms, giving you a mischevious look. you shake your head at him and motion for him to come closer with your fingers but he ignores your request, doing the same. you smile at him with a tilt of your head, looking so cute he wants to smother you with kisses and never let go, and the urge is too strong for suguru to handle so he just playfully rolls his eyes and quickly steps forward to hug you, enjoying the way you squeal when he lifts you up. he purposefully lands a big smooch right in your ear, making you whine about the ringing, "ow, suguruu!" "sorry, baby, didn't mean to aim there." "i know you did." he doesn't reply, only kisses you on the lips.

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gojo calls you by many names. sweetheart, darling, baby, sweetie, babe, pretty; the list goes on. he rarely ever calls your name - you aren't sure when he last called you by name. you're pretty sure he knows your name though. if you ask him about it, he waves it off, giving excuses like; isn't it cuter if call you my baby? don't you like it when i call you mine? you can't really say no to that, so you let him call you what he wants.

sometimes, gojo talks to you about his work. he tells you about his students. you know their names: yuuji. megumi. yuuta. other times, he talks about his colleagues, shoko, ichiji. sometimes he says their names with fondness, sometimes with frustration. but you've yet to hear him say your name with any sort of emotion. it makes you feel so distant from him, when in truth he couldn't be any nearer to you. he's always right beside you, hip attached to yours, arm slung over your shoulders or resting around your waist. he's always in your personal space, trying to be closer, pressing in, wanting to be one with you, in you. he doesn't seem at ease until he's banging you desperately in your apartment, face pressed into your neck, hand gripping yours tight. mine, he says. so pretty, sweetheart, all mine, baby, you're so cute when you cum on my dick like that, fuck oh fuck, babe please, please say i can cum inside you im close, so close, fuck- baby- iloveyou- haaaaah, so much. you're mine, he calls you, mind a little clearer after the haze of sex has lifted. his, you think to yourself. not a name, but a label. and despite how closely joined you are, gojo never says your name.

there are names gojo doesn't say. when he does slip up, he refers to them vaguely, my best friend, my client, my trusted junior. you see, gojo has many regrets - and he can name them. suguru. riko. nanami. he never discusses the people he's lost. it makes you wonder if you are similarly nameless when he is at work. perhaps you do not exist in those circles. it makes you hurt, thinking that maybe you aren't as important to him as he is to you. you asked him this one day, when he was carrying you to the shower, your legs having given up on you sometime around the fourth orgasm. i'd like to keep you a secret from them, he smiles sweetly, setting you gently in the tub. it doesn't answer any questions. too tired to chase for an answer, you fall asleep almost immediately back in bed. gojo joins you slightly later, having to shower himself after he showered you. he watches the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, how your hair falls across your face, how you nuzzle into his chest in the dark, after he turns off the lights. he presses his lips to your forehead, and whispers your name to himself. i love you, he says. you're mine.

gojo knows his regrets by name. so he calls you his, makes you a part of him. that way, he can't lose you, like he did with all the others.

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another gojo drabble? hurt gojo lives rent free in my head

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(also ik i directly contradict my previous drabble about gojo and names but they are not linked! i just have an obsession with gojo and the way he calls people. the way he refers to himself by 私、俺、僕 ... im a little bit obsessed about language. so take it as it is while i try to figure out this man's psyche)

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↳ feat. :: gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

↳ cw :: ⚠️ slightly suggestive ⚠️

↳ a/n :: i hate this but i wanted to clear out my drafts so

— Teases you. Lowers his tone and whispers phrases in your ear like “mhm really” or “oh yeah?” in a condescending tone while snaking an arm around you. He does it in public at most inopportune times too, he likes seeing you flustered in front of everyone. 

GOJO SATORU. geto suguru. FUSHIGURO TOJI

— Wipes the sweat off of his face by lifting up his shirt when he’s hot from training and shows off his abs. Most of the time, it’s an unconscious habit, but he’ll flash you a small smirk if he catches you staring at him. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. OKKOTSU YUUTA. geto suguru. inumaki toge

— Wears his sweatpants really low around the house, especially when it’s the gray ones and they’re low enough so that you can see some of his v-line but high enough to tease you. 

gojo satoru. inumaki toge. ITADORI YUUJI

— When you’re talking to him he always makes hard eye contact. Every now and then, he’ll break his stare to steal a glance at your lips and then he’ll lick his and smirk before looking away. He knows exactly what he is doing and loves seeing you flustered.

fushiguro megumi. GETO SUGURU. gojo satoru

— Tilts your chin up and gives you a peck when you’re mad at him, comes up behind you and gives you small kisses on your neck and tells you “i’ll make it up to you baby”

ITADORI YUUJI. GOJO SATORU. fushiguro toji 

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You know what would be funny?Someone mistaking toji for the reader’s dad instead of their boyfriend/husband

Oh my god💀💀

Cw: fem reader, bars, drinking, toji getting called your dad pretty much, some lewd language (on tojis part per usual)

Spending Friday evenings in a red rubber booth at Toji's favorite bar became routine soon after you began dating him, the atmosphere of the flaxen lit canteen was still new to you — still shy of the burly men that rode in on Harleys and shared rough hugs with one another before throwing back beers over a loud laugh.

Toji made it obvious you were off limits since the first time he had brought you to the beer-fragranced pup; keeping his arm thrown over your shoulder while the other held onto a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Men who frequented the bar quickly made notice that you were Toji's and welcomed you as a part of their family. Always making an effort at waving at you when the two of you would make your way through the wooden barn doors.

The men respected Toji there, meaning they respected you – always going out their way to compliment you just to see you happy – even the bartender had passed you a few shots when Toji wasn't looking.

You were dressed in one of Toji's hoodies, sleeve covered hands wrapped around the milkshake Toji had ordered for you — you remembered to ask the waitress for two cherries; Toji had a habit of stealing them, proven true by the red stem that hung over the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth.

You smile to yourself bashfully when a group of men walk by and Toji's arm on your shoulder pushes you more into his side.

The light above the booth flickers in a warm amber hue and you squeeze yourself closer into Toji's side, bringing the milkshake to your lips as a man you hadn't seen before walked past your table.

Toji hadn't seen him, eyes locked on the TV as the football game played out across the screen. As the man made his way passed your booth his eyes met yours, sending you wink before taking a seat at the bar.

Immediately youre thrown off, eyebrow lifting in confusion as you sip on your milkshake. Didn't he see Toji? Much less, didn't he realize the two of you were together? With you nearly sitting in Toji's lap and his arm thrown over your shoulders, you thought it was pretty obvious Toji was your boyfriend.

Toji still hadn't seemed to notice the younger man, eyes still glued to the TV screen hung over the bar. You nuzzled yourself closer into his chest, prompting him to squeeze your shoulder softly before running his hand up and down the length of your sleeved arm, taking a swig of his beer with the other.

The night slowly went on – you, not having much interest in the game on TV, had settled for playing on your phone, occasionally pressing a kiss to Toji's cheek as you sipped on your milkshake.

Toji had moved you to sit in his lap sometime during the half-time show, hand wrapped around your waist and squeezing at your thighs appreciatively as you played on your phone.

Once the game was over, the bar began to settle down, more of the regular stool-bar drinkers had migrated to the back of the room to play pool or kick back against the jukebox.

Toji had just finished his beer, grabbing his keys from his pocket when the younger man from earlier made his way over to you booth. Your eyes shifted from each side of the room, hoping he'd change his direction or go back to the bar – realizing he wasn't planning on going anywhere else but your booth, you settled into Toji's lap.

The man made his way to the table, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather vest and lips pulled back in a smile he spoke up, "Hey there," he spoke to you directly.

Toji looked up from his phone to the man, eyeing him up and down before arching a brow at him, "you need somethin', chump?"

The man only laughed, obviously unaware of the status of your relationship, "yeah, I was just wondering if I could get this pretty lil' thing's number; take her out somewhere for dinner sometime." The interaction caused multiple men at the bar to turn and watch – small chuckles and giggles were spread throughout the on watching men, amused at the man's obviousness to the amount of danger he'd just put himself in.

"Are you pullin' my nuts right now?" Toji scoffed, arm tightening around your waist.

"No...?" The man's expression pulled into one of visible confusion at Toji's spit, after a second of silence, the man scoffed again, shoulders falling into a light chuckle before sticking his hand out towards you.

"Name's Jack, what's yours darlin?"

Toji smacked his hand away, "She's not interested," his voice was blunt as he turned his head. You could tell he was trying to hold himself back from making a scene, his body tense beneath yours as you held to him.

"look man, I get she's your daughter an'all, but geez," oh that did it.

your eyes widened immediately, hand covering your mouth in a stifled laugh as Toji's head whipped around. Silver eyes bore into the much younger one's, taking a hesitant step back from your table.

"She's not my kid," the air was so tense you were afraid to move in fear of upsetting your boyfriend. Jack only stared, features written in visible confusion before his eyes widened in realization.

"Oh...o-oh! I'm sorry about that, I had no idea!" He quickly scrambled off with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. The men who'd been watching the interaction take place broke out into a fit of sheepish giggles as the man hurried off, shoulders bouncing with their laughs.

Egged on by the obvious awkwardness of the situation, you broke out into a fit of giggles, burying your face into Toji's chest as he sighed.

"Its not that funny, brat."

Pressing yourself up from his chest, you wiped at the corner of your eyes before nodding your head in agreement, "it kinda was," your voice broke into another laugh.

Toji ran a hand over the length of his jaw, lips parting into a light smile at your laughs before he chuckled lightly through a scoff, "Jesus Christ."

suna rintarou is a dork. he uncontrollably laughs and snorts at funny videos; head tilting all the way back, with arms wrapping around his stomach, gasping for air. he spams his private stories with memes and sends you twice as many throughout the day. he enjoys riding the carousel at amusement parks and sticks his middle finger at the camera when you try to sneak a video of him. he steals some of your fries thinking he’s slick, when really, you catch him every time. he seems indifferent about your kisses but is addicted to them and is just too ashamed to ask for more. he sporadically acts extra clingy, making a pouty face then saying “gimme kiss” while slowly making his way to where you’re sitting. he absolutely loves it when he lays on your lap while you play with his hair, and then makes a >:( face when you suddenly stop. rintarou is a dork, especially around you.

another repost from my old blog oops. 🫣 i swear I have new works in my drafts that I’ll post next week hehe

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