#celeste.scribs

[itadorisgf]

— a taste of heaven

aka soft headcanons

note: it’s difficult being so s*ft all the time so here’s a part two

ft. inumaki toge, miwa kasumi, okkotsu yūta, tōdō aoi, zenin maki.

warning: gn!reader, insecurities, fluff

part one

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— inumaki toge.

inumaki’s eyes widen in surprise when you trot over to him one day and clumsily sign in jsl “good morning, toge! how are you?” his eyes water when you shyly admit that you’ve been learning for him since you don’t want him to worry about not being able to speak all of the time. you then eagerly ask if you signed it correctly. even if you didn’t sign it perfectly, the fact that you’re actively learning for inumaki is more than enough.

inumaki can sometimes get self-conscious of the seals etched onto his cheeks. it’s a part of him, something that indicates his connection to his clan, but he’ll never forget the looks he used to get from others as a child. whispers of poor child and how ugly when he would pass by them. so when you cradle his face with your hands, staring at him like he’s personally hung every star in the sky and murmuring that he’s so beautiful, inumaki’s heart melts.

while you’re happily chatting away with maki and panda, inumaki will come up from behind and wrap his arms around your middle while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. it’s an occurrence that happens often enough that your shared friends don’t bat an eye. maki does scoff and comment that the two of you are so disgustingly in love it makes her sick, however.

— miwa kasumi.

miwa babbles. it’s a habit that she’s never managed to kick no matter how hard she’s tried to. so when she’s telling you about something that happened during her day, it hits her all of a sudden of how annoying she must be. she quiets down and abruptly ends her story. however, you notice and softly encourage her to continue. her heart skips a beat when you say “i like listening to what you have to say, kasumi.”

her little brothers are menaces. miwa loves them, but they know exactly how to get on her nerves. she’s apprehensive about introducing you to them, even though it’s only through facetime, and warns you ahead of time about how they can be. she’s shocked when they take to you so easily. soon enough, you’re the one carrying the conversation as miwa sits in the frame of the camera and watches you interact with them. she’s embarrassed when at the end of the call, her little brothers loudly proclaim that they like you before hanging up.

miwa will shyly gift you random little things she’s made: baked goods she’s experimented with, neatly completed friendship bracelets, a knitted hat when you complained about how your ears are always cold. she’s always worried about whether or not you’ll like them, but the smile that crosses your face and the glimmer in your eyes informs her that you do. and if that wasn’t enough to convince her, the happy kiss that you press to miwa’s cheek is.

— okkotsu yūta.

some nights, scratch that, most nights, yūta has difficulty falling, and staying, asleep. his mind is plagued with too many thoughts flooding his brain and he just can’t seem to turn it off. he feels like a bother, but he’ll softly creep out of his bed and slip into your dorm. in the safety of your arms, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, yūta manages to get a good night’s rest.

yūta worries about your relationship when he decides to travel overseas to study. although he’s incredibly busy most days, he always sends you a good morning and a good night text despite the time difference. sometimes he even manages to send you a box of trinkets he’s amassed for you. when you open up the box, there’s a quick messily scrawled note on top of everything that reads “i love you and miss you so much. love, yūta <3”

he flusters when you seat yourself on top of his lap and place your hands on either side of his face. yūta squirms underneath your intent gaze as you examine every inch of his face. his hands are loosely looped around your wrists and he’s bracing himself for what you’re going to say. it wouldn’t be like you, but yūta can’t help the fear that you’ll call him unattractive or ugly like the girls he used to attend school with. his face heats up when instead you murmur “you’re so pretty, yūta,” and lean in to press a kiss to his nose.

— tōdō aoi.

tōdō does not shut up about you, much to everyone’s dismay. they have no issue with you in particular, it’s just that tōdō will go on and on about you forever even if they express their lack of interest in the conversation topic. he’s just so proud to have you as his s/o that he can’t help but talk about how amazing you are all of the time!

he has a photo album on his phone that’s entirely dedicated to you. it’s filled with images that tōdō’s taken of you: pictures of you striking silly poses for him, images that you have no clue exist because he somehow managed to snap them without you noticing, and much, much more. when he talks about you, he always whips out his phone to show whoever he’s talking to how pretty you are.

he’s a huge fan of piggy back rides! you say your feet hurt from walking around? instantly, you’ll find yourself swept up by tōdō. you’re either on his back or he’s carrying you bridal style everywhere despite your protests and complaints of how embarrassing it is. he can’t have his lovely s/o walking around in pain.

— zenin maki.

if you happen to fall asleep on the train and your head drops onto maki’s shoulder, she’s incredibly careful to not jostle you awake. her entire frame is tensed, afraid that the slightest movement may wake you. if panda speaks too loudly, she glares at him and tells him to quiet down. when you wake up and lift your head up, maki gives you a grin and informs you that you drool in your sleep.

maki is fiercely protective over you. yes, you’re an idiot (affectionate), but you’re her idiot. therefore, she’s the only one who can seriously make fun of you. she doesn’t mind if others poke fun at you or tease you, as long as it’s light-hearted. the moment someone actually attempts to degrade you and make you feel lesser, maki is beating their ass.

she has to wear glasses for prolonged periods of time because of her inability to see curses without them. this often leads to maki’s temples hurting. she’ll try to ignore it because she’s not going to let a little headache bother her, but you’re having none of that. she’ll try and protest, but she can’t deny how nice it feels to have her head resting in your lap as you gently massage her aching head.

[iwaslut]

— titty talk.

note: i actually want mikasa and sasha’s tits in my mouf. also PLS IGNORE THE UGLY ASS HEARTS!!! I DONT WANNA GET THROWN INTO HORNY JAIL.

ft. armin arlert, connie springer, eren yeager, jean kirstein, mikasa ackermann, sasha braus.

genre / warnings: eighteen plus content, fem!reader, modern au.

ageless blogs + minors do not interact.

— armin arlert.

armin may not be the same shy boy he was years ago, but that does not mean he does not still fluster incredibly easily.

he’s so sweet, trying his best to be a gentleman and averting his gaze away from your chest whenever you wear tight or low-cut shirts. he doesn’t want you to think that all he cares for is your body. (it’s really cute how red he gets when he accidentally lets his gaze linger on them for what he deems too long. it’s even cuter how red he gets when you catch him.)

he’s really timid and cautious when he touches your tits for the first time, but armin’s always been a quick learner. he memorizes how certain touches make you gasp and how other touches make you full-on moan. he grows more confident as the time passes and soon enough, armin knows exactly how to touch your tits to have slick pooling in your panties.

— connie springer.

god, connie adores your tits.

he thinks they’re so fucking cute and has no shame telling you so. 

if you get all shy on him or try to say something self-deprecating, connie takes mock offense to it. he says something all exaggerated about how he won’t let you talk shit about his girl’s tits ‘cause they’re great. he’ll cover your face in playful kisses until you’re giggling. he’s really good at lightening the mood and making you feel good about your body.

connie is 100% a guy who loves to bury his face in tits. whether they’re big or small, connie loves having his mouth on your tits. he loves dragging his tongue between them and sucking hickies into the fat of them. he pops a titty in his mouth just to do so.

— eren yeager.

he simply will not let you talk badly about your tits. 

you try and say something negative about yourself and eren just shuts you down. he cuts you off and doesn’t let you finish your sentence, which is a little irritating, but eren’s eyes are blazing with a quiet fury and it’s more attractive than it should be.

he’s just so mad because you’re so fuckin’ attractive to him and he hates when you get insecure about your chest. so, eren takes it upon himself to make you feel better.

aka he marks up your chest with hickies until you realize just how much he loves your tits. if your tits are sensitive, eren will try to make you cum just by playing with them. (he probably succeeds, too. and fair warning, once is not enough to satiate eren’s need to make you feel good.)

— jean kirstein.

jean fuckin’ loves your tits.

he’s such a sucker for lingerie. all the blood in his brain rushes to his dick when he sees how pretty your tits look underneath the lacy material you’re wearing. he definitely takes his time slowly peeling the lingerie off of your body, slipping the straps off of your shoulders before massaging your tits with a large, calloused hand. he loves how soft your skin is in comparison to his.

he’s all for you wearing revealing clothing that shows off your chest. he’s not one of those guys that tries to regulate what you wear and he thinks you look hot as fuck when you wear clothes that accentuate how pretty your tits are.

he compliments and praises you endlessly already, but he really turns it up if you’re ever feeling insecure about yourself.  

— mikasa ackermann.

mikasa literally thinks you’re perfect. she thinks you’re so attractive that she’d be so caught-off guard if you confided in her that you were insecure or self-conscious about your chest.

“there’s nothing wrong with your chest,” she bluntly tells you while she wracks her brain on how you could ever think otherwise. she feels guilty for a moment like it’s her fault that you ended up feeling this way.

her resolves strengthens and mikasa is determined to make you understand how desirable she finds you.

she takes her time worshiping your tits until you’re sprawled out on the sheets and squirming underneath her touch because you feel like your skin is on fire and you need her to actually touch you already.

but mikasa just gently shushes you and continues at the slow pace she’s going at, kissing and touching your tits, because she’s not going to allow an inch of your skin to go untouched by her.

— sasha braus.

she’s insatiable. when i say sasha loves your titties, i fuckin’ mean it.

if she could, sasha would have her face buried in your chest every moment of every day. if you think your tits are too small for her to bury her face in, worry not. sasha will nuzzle her face against your chest, regardless.

she really likes having her hands on your tits. she lowkey borders on shameless and will not hesitate to place her hands on your boobs in front of connie and jean. they both roll their eyes and tell sasha to have some shame or get a room, but she just grins at them, keeps her hands where they are, and kiss you on the cheek.

sasha’s fuckin’ sloppy. your boobs are slick with sweat and spit as sasha drags her tongue around one of your nipples while she rubs the other between her thumb and forefinger.

she probably creams herself when your boobs press up against each others. she just loves the way your soft and sticky skin feels against hers.

[ukeishin]

— dilf!iwa thots

note: everybody about that dilf life rn, im trying to sit on dilf!iwa’s dick <333

warning: nsfw, age gap, daddy kink

tagging: @zumisace b/c dilf!iwa supremacy

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dilf!iwa knows how he affects you.

he’s not an idiot by any means. he notices everything.

he notices how you fail to suppress the urge to squirm underneath his gaze, thighs automatically clenching together when he briefly lets his eyes drop to the bottom hem of your skirt that clings to the curve of your ass.

he notices how your voice rises an octave higher and you let out a surprised little squeak when he compliments you about anything. it’s always a boost to his ego to see how his mere words can reduce someone as pretty as you to a flustered mess.

he notices how your eyes linger on his form when he decides to work out outside. you think you’re being discreet: subtly eyeing the way the corded muscles in his arms flex when he bench presses in his driveway, but iwaizumi can feel your heated gaze, and revels in the way you duck your head out of sight and quickly avert your gaze when he makes eye-contact with you.

but he ignores it all.

it’s not right.

you’re young, way younger than iwaizumi, and most likely just enjoy the idea of chasing after an older man that you can’t have. there’s no way that you’re genuinely interested in an old man like himself. iwaizumi convinces himself that your infatuation with him is temporary and will pass soon enough.

but it doesn’t.

and iwaizumi can’t remember why he chose to ignore all of the signs that you were attracted to him when he has you split open on his cock, writhing underneath him.

with your knees pressed against your chest and your legs thrown overtop iwaizumi’s sturdy shoulders, moans continuously spill pass your parted lips. your chest is heaving, and iwaizumi can’t tear his eyes away from the way your pretty tits bounce every time he thrusts his hips forward.

“f-fuck, such a good girl for me. isn’t that right, baby?” iwaizumi curses when he feels how you instantly tighten up around him when he praises you. your insides are so wet and slick, sucking him right back in when he slips his cock out of your cunt while thrusting. milky rings form around his length, evidence of the two orgasms he’s already managed to pull out of you.

“mhm, just for you, daddy,” you whine, interlocking your ankles behind iwaizumi’s head. you desperately dig your heels into his shoulders, beckoning him closer to you than he already is.

fuck, you’re trying to kill him. iwaizumi groans and trails wet-mouthed kisses along your calves. you let out a startled hmph when iwaizumi harshly presses his calloused hands on the back of your thighs, pushing and forcing your knees back until they’re even more firmly squished against your tits. the sudden change in angle has you seeing stars, and you feel iwaizumi’s cock reaching places that less-experienced men never have.

“such a pretty princess. nobody can fuck you as good as me, can they? i’m going to ruin this little pussy and make it mine,” iwaizumi grunts, punctuating the last word with a particularly deep thrust. his grip is bruising on your hips, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat of your ass.

you cry out, arching your back, when iwaizumi hits that sweet spot within you. he quickens his pace and pops a thumb into his mouth, coating it with saliva, before moving to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. his hips snap against your own while heavy balls slap against your ass in lewd wet smacks.

“cum for me, pretty girl,” iwaizumi demands.

and who were you to disobey your daddy?

[iwaslut]

— decorated

⤷ anonymous asked: how do you think gojo, nanami, megumi & sukuna would react to a s/o having a ass tattoo nd nipple piercings 👁👄👁

note: this was a suggestion i received on my jjk sideblog @itadorisgf!! i felt a lil uncomfy having this content over there since it’s strictly sfw and felt that this was a lil too suggestive for that.

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen.

warning: afab! reader, nsfw themes/very suggestive, fushiguro is aged up!! everyone is 18+

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡ 18+ CONTENT

— fushiguro megumi.

fushiguro’s cheeks redden and he attempts to avert his gaze, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. they’re transfixed on the pretty little piercings that adorn your nipples, glinting in the light. they eventually shift to the tattoo on the curve of your ass, and fushiguro can feel himself harden in his boxers. he swallows heavily, attempting to compose himself, before he surges forward to crash his lips against yours. his hands trail up your sides to palm at your chest. “you’re so fucking hot,” he breathes against your lips before leaning down to mouth at your breasts.

— gojo satoru.

his lips curve up into a smile as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “didn’t know you were naughty like that, babe.” he laughs when you toss a pillow at his face for his dumb comment. he grabs your wrist when you try to toss another pillow at him, and cages you underneath him. his eyes drop to your heaving chest, watching how your piercings peek through the flimsy material of your tank. gojo pushes your shirt up before leering down at you with a smug grin, “gonna let me have a taste now?”

— nanami kento.

nanami raises a brow as he takes in the view in front of him. his eyes darken behind his glasses as he looks at you bent over his lap on display for him. he’s surprised that someone like you has nipple piercings and an ass tattoo, but he’s also surprised that he hadn’t noticed earlier. his hands grip your ass, kneading the area for a brief moment before his fingers ghost over your spine. “interesting,” nanami murmurs under his breath as his hands draw nearer to your tits, “i wonder just how sensitive you are.”

— sukuna ryomen.

a salacious grin immediately spreads across his face. the intensity of his gaze nearly burns as his eyes drag across your body, watching how the silver of the metal reflects the light and how the ink contrasts with the color of your skin. he swiftly places you on top of his lap and allows his hands to roam the entirety of your body. he pauses and grips your chin, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him. sukuna’s expression screams danger when he says “my, my, what’s this?” he lets his hands drift lower until they brush against your chest, causing your breath to hitch. “i can’t wait to ruin you, my little plaything.”

[itadorisgf]

SUGAR N SPICE - NANAMI KENTO

or nanami kento as your sugar daddy

- note: i’ve been thinking a lot about nanami and yeah <333 also i have no fucking clue how sugar daddies work lmfao

- edit: this turned out way longer than i expected

- ft. nanami kento

- warning: cursing, nsfw

- tagging : @miitsukai hey bae 😆😆

- GOJO SATORU EDITION

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NANAMI KENTO

first, let’s get this out of the way, nanami kento is so fucking hot.

your arrangement is formal. you probably meet through a sugar daddy website. at first you’re skeptical because it seems a little too good to be true like here’s this man who’s not that old, hot, and not a fucking creep? sign me up!

but for real, you’re cautious after being scammed a few too many times.

during the first conversation, nanami lays out his expectations and rules if you want to be his sugar baby. he’ll wire you a set amount of money every two weeks. he doesn’t expect much from you in return besides companionship in the form of texting, calling, and taking you out when he has the chance to. he states that he has no expectations of more sexual favors and does not wish to pressure you into anything if you are uncomfortable.

uhhhh, is this man real????? you’re definitely surprised that he doesn’t expect sex in exchange for money, but you’re not going to complain.

he’s a lil stiff and formal, but he’s polite and you got bills to pay, so you easily agree to the arrangement.

you two probably don’t meet up for awhile. nanami’s often occupied with work, but you text frequently. you’re surprised that he shows genuine interest in your life and what you do.

he asks about your day and inquires about things you’ve mentioned offhandedly, which is strangely touching.

when you ask about his day in return, he just says “work is work” and then proceeds to talk about how it’s shit.

you almost choked on your spit when you first read that. it’s not often that nanami curses so you found it amusing how much he loathed work, especially when he was forced to work overtime.

he calls you once a week on fridays. the first time you heard his voice, let’s just say it got you feeling some type of way to say the least.

don’t even get me started on the first time he took you out. it’s at the end of one of his weekly calls that he tells you he’d like to take you out next saturday.  you don’t have any other plans so you agree and nanami informs you that he’ll send you some extra money so you can buy yourself a new outfit for your date.

he sends you way too fucking much for a simple outfit, but you’re not complaining. it takes you awhile to decide what to wear, but eventually you choose to purchase a simple black dress. it’s not too showy or revealing besides the slit up your thigh and the low neckline.

you’re nervous when saturday evening rolls around because it’s going to be the first time you’ve actually met up with nanami???? what if he’s actually a creep??

you’re not given much time to think further when your doorbell rings. opening the door, you are taken aback by how fucking hot he is. pictures really do not do this man justice. he’s dressed in tan slacks and a white button up shirt with the top buttons undone. it takes you a moment to snap out of it and he leads you to his car, which is really fucking nice, holy shit.

in the car, he tells you that the dress you’re wearing suits you and that he’s taking you to a restaurant downtown. despite your nerves, the conversation flows rather easily between the two of you. it seems that nanami is more interested in what you have to say with the way he continues to ask you questions.

nanami is really the perfect gentleman all throughout the night. he opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, and actually listens to what you have to say.

at the end of the night, he leaves you on your doorstep with a kiss on the cheek.

although nanami doesn’t expect anything sexual from you doesn’t mean you don’t feel inclined to treat him. he always sounds so worn out and tired during your calls so you decide to send him a lil gift :)

said gift has nanami’s eyes widening when he unlocks his phone to see the rather explicit picture you sent him that leaves little to the imagination with an accompanying text that read “hope you like the set im wearing, thought of you when i bought it.”

although unexpected, the image is definitely not unappreciated. the sage green lingerie set clings to your skin and hugs your body in all the right places, highlighting your best attributes. nanami’s eyes trail over the bralette, noticing how sheer it is, to the point where he can make out the outline of your nipples underneath.

you’re a fucking tease, full-well knowing that he was at work when you sent that image. nanami had to lie when gojo asked what was so interesting on his phone.

your phone dings and you’re eager to see what nanami’s response is since your “relationship” wasn’t exactly sexual. it’s your turn for your eyes to widen when you read nanami’s response: “i’m coming over after i finish work. i expect that to be the only thing you’re wearing when you greet me at the door.”

the text’s tone has shivers crawling up your spine. you can’t wait to see what nanami has in store.

the hours seem to drag on and by the time your doorbell rings signaling nanami’s arrival, you’re racing to unlock the door - eager but nervous for what’s to come.

you lock the door behind nanami. he doesn’t say anything at first and the uncomfortable silence has you fidgeting.

“at least you can follow directions,” nanami sighs, his tone disinterested. your head snaps up and you shrink under nanami’s gaze. his eyes trace over your figure as if he’s inspecting you.

“where’s your bedroom?” you shuffle down the hall and lead him to your room. nanami sits on the edge of your bed, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. god, he really is fucking hot.

he pats his knee and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s asking of you. you walk over and drape yourself over his knee, arching your back so your ass is up for him. he places his hand on one of your cheeks, massaging the skin there. his palm is rough as he kneads the flesh of your ass.

“you know what the stop light system is?”

you nod and yelp when nanami lands a harsh smack to your left butt cheek. “use your words when i ask you a question.” his hand soothes the ache of the blow. “now, do you know what the stop light system is?”

“yes.”

“good.” he lowly hums. “i did not appreciate that little stunt you pulled while i was at work.”

your breath hitches when his hand trails up your spine, wrapping around the column of your neck and pulling you up until his mouth brushes against your ear. “now, you’re going to be good and count the number of spankings i give you. since this is your first time, i’ll only give you five on each cheek.”

“i understand.” nanami releases your neck, letting you hang over his knee once more. nanami’s blows are hard and quick, and by the time it’s over, you have tears beading at the corner of your eyes.

“color?” nanami asks, massaging the reddened skin with one of his hands.

“green,” you manage to croak out. nanami shifts you until you’re sitting up in his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, straddling him. with his thumb, he wipes away your tears. “you did so good for me.”

he runs his hands up and down your thighs until they settle on top of your hips. his nose nudges against your jaw, lips skimming against your neck as he breathes out, “perhaps you deserve a reward.”

[iwaslut]

— big ole bitties

⤷ anonymous asked: idk if ur taking requests but i saw your itty bitty reaction nd im wondering howd jjk boys react if their lover had like DDD cup or DD+ ?

note: coming right up!! i do not have mommy milkers, so i hope these are alright.

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, tōdō aoi

warning: afab!reader, nsfw/suggestive content, tit-fucking, mating press (i think that’s what it’s called lmao), everyone is of age

— fushiguro megumi.

fushiguro can’t tear his eyes away from your form. he does his best to be discreet, but it’s clear that he’s checking you out even though you’re across the room from one another. his eyes trail down your plunging neckline, following the curve of your cleavage. his gaze lingers on the bare skin you’re showing for longer than would be considered appropriate, and fushiguro hopes that nobody’s watching him too closely. it would be embarrassing to be caught shamelessly checking you out, even if you’re dating. the dress you’re wearing tonight flatters your body entirely too well, and fushiguro wishes that the two of you could have just stayed home instead of attending this stupid clan get-together. he reins in his slight irritation: fushiguro will have plenty of time tonight to get you out of that dress.

— gojo satoru.

gojo rests his head against one of your tits, claiming that it’s the best pillow there is. you’re cuddled up on the couch watching some shitty movie that he seemed way too excited to watch for the nth time. you indulge him after loudly groaning about his poor taste in films. his limbs are entwined with your own, his hand slipped underneath your shirt to rest against the boob that he’s not laying on. the warmth of his hands seeps through the material of your bra, and it doesn’t take long for gojo to slip his hand underneath the fabric. gojo’s eyes remain firmly glued to the tv screen as he begins to palm at your breast. when a low moan escapes your lips, a faint smile crosses gojo’s lips before he schools his expression once more, pretending to be engrossed in the film.

— itadori yuuji.

a loud, unabashed moan tears its way out of itadori’s throat. he stands tall above you, perspiration trailing down the curves and seams of his body. hickeys litter the column of his neck, proudly on display for you to see when he throws his head back, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. you’re kneeling on the hardwood floor in front of him, drinking in itadori’s expressions as your soft hands press your tits together for him to slide his cock in between them. a mixture of sweat and precum clings to your skin as itadori steadily thrusts his cock back and forth. the slick sounds of itadori dragging his cock in between your tits fill the air. itadori curses underneath his breath, hips stuttering as he cums with a cry all over your tits and face.

— nanami kento.

the soft rumble of nanami’s smooth voice catches you off guard, but it doesn’t take you long to relax and lean back against his chest. he must have slipped in through the door without you realizing, too preoccupied with cooking dinner for the two of you. his large hands rest on your hips as he places a chaste kiss to the curve of your jaw, commenting that dinner smells good. you hum in acknowledgement, sinking further into nanami’s touch. you mildly protest when he turns off the stove, but he gently shushes you, telling you that dinner can wait. any more objections die out in your throat when nanami’s hands slip underneath your large t-shirt, cupping the underside of your boobs. a pleased groan escapes you when the weight of your tits eases up as nanami lifts them with his palms.

— tōdō aoi.

tōdō’s large frame hovers above you. his rippling muscles strain and tense underneath his skin as he fucks you at a relentless pace. your legs are wound tight around his waist, back arching off the mattress and tits bouncing in time with his every thrust. you whine when tōdō completely stills for a moment, cock still buried deep within your cunt. he places his large, worn hands on your knees, prompting you to release your legs from around his waist. he pushes your knees forward until they’re firmly pressed up against your tits. an approving noise rumbles within tōdō’s chest at the sight of you splayed out underneath him, the plush of your tits spilling out from underneath the weight of your knees. you whimper when he starts moving again, hitting a spot so much deeper than before, at a pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

[iwaslut]

— itty bitty titty committee

⤷ anonymous asked: Could you make a jjk characters with a small chested reader (of course, only if you are taking requests, inglesh is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes)?

note: no need to apologize at all, babes! and of course i can <3

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, tōdō aoi

warning: afab!reader, not full-blown nsfw but strong nsfw themes and very suggestive, everyone is of age

disclaimer: all of them love titties!!!! of all sizes!!!

— fushiguro megumi.

it actually settles fushiguro’s nerves that your tits are on the smaller side. it’s not as intimidating to him. 

don’t get me wrong, just because he’s not as intimidated, doesn’t mean he’s not still incredibly awkward. he likes your tits, but fushiguro has a difficult time expressing just how attracted he is to you.

therefore, he’s probably not very good at comforting you </3

he doesn’t know how to phrase it the right way — that he loves your boobs just the way they are — so he shows you through his actions.

yeah, he fucking worships your tits

he places soft kisses all over them and gently swirls his tongue around your nipples. but the moment fushiguro manages to pull a moan out of you and feels you tug harder at his hair? he’s gone. he can’t hold back anymore and starts sucking hickies everywhere. when he’s done, your skin is all marked up and fushiguro realizes just how much he likes the look of it.

fushiguro is a sucker for when you wear bralettes, especially cute lacy ones. he thinks it’s so fucking hot and he’ll drag his lips and tongue over your skin through the fabric. he tries to be delicate, but he might accidentally tear the material in his haste to get it off of you </3

— gojo satoru.

god, gojo....

yeah this man is a whore, but he’s a whore for you only.

you’re insecure????? not if gojo has anything to do with it.

he will not hesitate to shower you in compliments.

your cheeks burn when he whispers in your ear about just how hot he thinks your tits are and what he wants to do to you.

he’s the type to slip his hands under your shirt so they can cup your boobs at any moment.

sometimes, he’ll just rest his hands there, but he’s a cheeky bastard, so more often than not, it leads to more.

his chest is firmly pressed to your back as he trails kisses up the column of your neck. gojo slides your shirt all the way up and makes you bite down on the hem of it, so it’s not in his way. he smiles into your skin when he hears your breath hitch and feels you go lax against him.

gojo loves when you don’t wear a bra. if he had anything to do with the matter, he’d toss out all of them. he loves how your tits look through a shirt when you’re not wearing a bra. his attention hones in on how your nipples poke through the fabric, and gojo can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

— itadori yuuji.

itadori’s a bit of a dummy so if you ever express that you’re insecure about how small your boobs are, he’s so fucking confused. he just loves you so much and everything about you, so he’s all ????

god, he tilts his head at an angle, looking all puzzled and just says “but, there’s nothing wrong with them?”

i know he said his type are tall girls with a fat ass, but itadori’s not all that shallow.

like yeah, he appreciates looks, but he likes your tits because they’re yours. my man does not give a fuck about their size. it honestly does not even cross his mind.

he does think they’re so fucking cute. he nearly drools whenever he sees you wearing a bikini top or a sports bra. he just loves the way they look.

he loves laying on your chest. he claims that it’s the comfiest place to rest his head on, besides your ass.

itadori also really likes just popping a titty in his mouth. most of the time, it’s not even a sexual thing. my boy just has an oral fixation <3

— nanami kento.

 your appearance isn’t what made nanami fall for you, it was your personality. that’s not to say he doesn’t appreciate your looks, he’s not fucking blind. nanami is well-aware of how attractive you are, but he genuinely doesn’t really care for boob size.

he’s really perceptive of your feelings, so if you’re ever feeling insecure about how small your tits are, nanami knows even before you choose to voice it out loud.

he’s so fucking good at comforting you. he’ll seat you on his lap with your legs spread obscenely wide for him. one hand is nestled in between your thighs, fingers curling into your dripping cunt while the other is playing with your tits. nanami’s warm breaths hit the shell of your ear as he softly murmurs praises about how beautiful you are.

one of nanami’s favorite looks on you is when you wear a baggy shirt with no bra. he just assumes that you’re wearing something underneath your t-shirt, so it’s a pleasant surprise when his hands come in contact with the bare skin of your tits instead on the usual material of your bra.

— tōdō aoi.

menace. he loves tits. so. much. 

if you ever feel self-conscious that your boobs are small, tōdō will tell you, in a completely serious tone, that “a true man appreciates boobs of any size.”

you’re convinced that you’re dating an idiot, but tōdō’s comment does make you feel better.

no but tōdō for real makes you feel so much more comfortable with your own body. he worships you and your body <3 he never fails to make you feel desirable.

he has no issue telling you about how attractive he finds you. you bury your face into your hands in embarrassment when he proudly proclaims that “he loves your boobs” in public.

he wants to have his hands on your tits at all times.

tōdō is huge and definitely has a size kink, so when he sees how tiny your tits look when he cups them, his dick gets so fucking hard.

if you wear crop tops or tight shirts, tōdō actually goes feral. he will toss you over his shoulder and just drag you off somewhere with no warning. your tits just look so fucking good, how is he expected not to fuck you? 

[itadorisgf]

— cuddle bug.

cuddling headcanons.

fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen.

gn!reader, fluff.

— fushiguro megumi.

he’s so touch-starved. fushiguro is super deprived of gentle affection that he doesn’t really know how to initiate it without being awkward, so you need to take the reins.

he’s stiff as hell when he tries to be the big spoon when you’re cuddling for the first time. once you have enough of it and spoon him instead, it’s so much better.

you flip onto your other side and tell fushiguro to do the same. once he follows your instructions, you throw your arm over fushiguro’s middle and press up tightly against his back. fushiguro, subconsciously, leans back into your touch. he feels himself flush when you nuzzle your face in the space between his shoulder blades and sigh that this is much better. though he doesn’t say it aloud, fushiguro agrees. it’s...nice to be held.

this leads to the realization that fushiguro really, really enjoys being the small spoon. as time passes and fushiguro grows to be more comfortable, you guys will switch off who’s the big spoon and who’s the small spoon. (though, fushiguro’s normally the small spoon.)

fushiguro doesn’t mind cuddling on a couch, but he much prefers cuddling on a bed. he thinks it’s more comfortable. he’s definitely not a fan of cuddling in the company of others, but in private, it’s a whole other story. he’s very big on saving affection for when the two of you are in private. he turns into a massive cuddle bug.

— gojo satoru.

gojo enjoys cuddling in literally any position. so long as he’s touching you, he’s happy.

although, gojo’s favorite position is when he’s sprawled out on top of you.

his grin only widens when he hears you grunt underneath him and complain that he’s crushing you when he flops on top of you with no warning. you readjust underneath his weight so it’s not quite so uncomfortable for either of you. gojo then releases an exaggerated, content sigh as he snuggles his head into your chest and wraps his arms around your back. he’ll also press little kisses all over your skin as far as he can reach. it’s sweet until he nips you.

he reminds you of an overgrown cat when you cuddle in that position.

you normally cuddle on the couch. if you’re sitting there watching a show or reading a book or literally just minding your own damn business, gojo will come and bother you.

if you’re sitting up, gojo will slide his head into your lap. his legs hang off the edge of the couch when he does this, but he doesn’t complain and just swings them and back forth. if you don’t do it first, gojo will place your hand in his hair for you to play with. he loves how it feels and he makes sure that you’re aware of it. he makes (admittedly, cute) little hums as you drag your fingers through his soft white hair.

— itadori yuuji.

itadori’s one of those people who’s naturally a really good cuddler. he just knows what to do.

he adores cuddling with you. he’s really fond of physical touch, so he can get a little clingy sometimes. he’s not above whining to get what he wants.

he’s willing to cuddle anywhere. itadori doesn’t care who’s around to see. kugisaki and fushiguro think you two are gross with the amount of pda you exhibit.

he can be the big spoon or small spoon. it depends on the day. sometimes, he wants to be held, while other times he wants to do the holding.

whatever position you’re in, itadori is mindlessly pressing kisses to your skin. he’s lying on top of you? itadori’s face is resting on your chest as he presses kisses to the curve of your neck. you’re lying on top of him? itadori leans down at random times to kiss your head.

sukuna likes to bite you. he gets bored, so he’ll just pop out on itadori’s hand and bite you. it’s never hard enough to draw blood, but it’s enough to startle you. when you yelp in surprise, itadori draws his hand away from you to reprimand sukuna. it’s really amusing to watch your boyfriend lecture the king of curses on how he can’t just bite his significant other. sukuna’s mouth just grins back at itadori.

— nanami kento.

he likes to cuddle after a long exhausting day of work. nanami feels like he’s dead on his feet after dealing with curses and gojo for so many hours. if he’s had to work overtime, nanami is even more worn out than he typically is.

he doesn’t have a preference of where you cuddle. whether it’s the couch or your bed, nanami doesn’t mind as long as he gets to hold you.

he likes it when you essentially lie right on top of him. if you complain that you’re too heavy, he dispels your concerns as quick as possible. nanami finds the weight of you on top of him familiar and grounding. it reminds him that he’s really home.

nanami tucks your head underneath his chin as he slips his hands underneath your shirt and runs his fingers up and down your spine.

it helps relax the two of you. as the tension seeps from your body, the same happens to nanami’s. seeing you so at ease helps nanami unwind as well.

you can’t help but rest your eyes when you and nanami cuddle. he’s so warm underneath you and the fingers gently running along your skin is so soothing. you listen to the smooth rumble of nanami’s voice as he recounts the day’s events for you.

if you drift off to sleep while he’s talking, nanami will slowly trail off. he smiles a small, little smile to himself and carefully kisses the crown of your head before deciding to doze off as well.

— sukuna ryomen.

does it look like he cuddles? no. does he cuddle, though? also, no.

just kidding.

sukuna will never ever admit that he cuddles, much less enjoys them, but he does.

he never initiates cuddles. it’s no good for his pride, so you’ll have to be the one to ask, and even then, he won’t agree right away. you have to do some convincing in order to persuade him to cuddle with you.

he acts like it’s such a pain, but secretly he’s pleased.

there is absolutely no way sukuna will be a little spoon. don’t even try it. he’s too prideful to even consider being the small spoon, so if you’re spooning, he’s definitely the big spoon.

his favorite cuddling position is with you on his lap. when you ask to cuddle and do some groveling, he’ll loop his hand around your wrist and harshly tug on it until you stumble and fall into his lap. he sarcastically asks if you’re happy now while you shift around to get comfortable sitting on top of him. you snuggle into his chest, pleased, and reply yes.

he probably likes it when you run your hands through his hair as you’re cuddling. your fingers gently detangling any knots you come across as your nails lightly scratch at his scalp.

sukuna will vehemently deny that he likes it if you ask him, but if you stop, he gets so grumpy. he’ll sit there scowling until you resume playing with his hair.

[iwaslut]

thirst tweets — msby edition.

bokuto kōtarō, hinata shōyō, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, shugo meian.

gn!reader, timeskip!spoilers

ageless blogs + minors do not interact. suggestive/nsfw content.

— bokuto kōtarō.

bokuto’s energy is infectious as he enthusiastically flips the notecard over and immediately begins to read its contents out loud: “bokuto’s so fucking big i want him to suffocate me with his tits and thighs.” the grin already settled on bokuto’s face widens. “thanks for the compliment,” he teases while flexing his pecs through his tank. “but i wouldn’t want to hurt you.” his hair droops for a brief moment, thinking about someone actually suffocating from his chest or thighs. 

— hinata shōyō.

hinata’s unable to sit still in his seat, too eager to read what people have said about him. he quickly grabs the notecard and begins to read it off. “hinata and his juicy ass thighs are gonna make me act up.” his eyes light up as he beams at the camera. the sound of his laughter fills the air. he runs a hand through his hair as he grins. “people really seem to like my thighs on twitter.” (yes. they do. #hinata’sthighs has trended more than once on the platform.)

— miya atsumu.

atsumu is hunched forward in the seat as he waits for the camera to begin rolling. once he’s given the signal, he picks up the first notecard from the stack and reads it aloud. “i hate to say it but miya atsumu is so hot lol xoxo i don’t have a gag reflex.” atsumu’s aware of the numerous thirst tweets about him, but he definitely wasn’t expecting the second half of that tweet. a cocky grin spreads across atsumu’s face. “i’ll keep that in mind,” he says while shooting a wink at the camera. 

— sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa already looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here in the studio once the camera begins rolling. (the only reason he is here is because his manager made him.) his brows scrunch together as he lifts the notecard to read. there’s a deep frown marring his face behind the thin material of his mask. “i would create a new hole to please this man.” the individuals behind the camera muffle their laughter at the blatant disgust on sakusa’s face. “how would that even work?” he mutters quietly to himself before clearing his throat and deadpan at the camera. “don’t do that.”

— shugo meian.

there’s an easy and welcoming smile on meian’s face as he picks up the thirst tweet to read. “do you think shugo meian has a captain kink???? if so, i’d happily call him captain.” there’s a slight red hue to meian’s cheeks as he brings a hand to rub at his jaw. “that’s very kind of you, but whenever i think of someone calling me captain, i think of my teammates,” he explains with a light wince. the mental images of hinata and bokuto screaming captain pop up in meian’s mind.

[iwaslut]

— in the palm of your hand 

aka hcs of cradling their faces

note: i might make some more of these for other characters, but i hope u like these!! i just want em, especially reiner to be happy <3333

ft. annie leonhart, bertholdt hoover, pieck finger, porco galliard, reiner braun

warning: light season four spoilers??

— annie leonhart.

impassive.

arches an eyebrow, wondering what the fuck you’re doing.

although her facial expression betrays nothing, annie secretly likes it.

nobody’s ever touched annie so gently before and nobody’s ever looked at her with pure unadulterated love.

it’s too overwhelming so she firmly grabs your wrist, making sure her hold is loose enough so as to not hurt you, and removes your hand from her face.

“don’t do that again,” she says, but you just give her a noncommittal hum in response.

because you both know annie liked it.

so maybe in private she’ll let you cradle her face once more.

— bertholdt hoover.

blushy baby!

oh god please don’t attempt this in public, especially with reiner around.

can’t handle the combination of reiner’s teasing and your touch at the same time.

reiner doesn’t hold back and slips in a few lewd jokes at bertholdt’s expense, which worsens his flush.

bertholdt doesn’t believe he deserves the way you touch and look at him.

he’s not a good person, he knows this, but the way you look at him with your hands so tenderly holding his face makes him wish he was.

— pieck finger.

she leans into your touch and presses a peck against your palm.

pieck places her hand over your own, and threads your fingers together. 

you can see the exhaustion in her eyes from those long months spent in her titan form, but she still gives you a content smile.

she’s tired and is looking forward to the chance to rest, but she’s happy to be back home with you.

and she knows that in your presence, she can truly relax for the first time in months.

— porco galliard.

porco gives me tsundere vibes so when you cradle his face, he’s already huffing.

tries to swat your hand away because people are around and are reiner and zeke suppressing laughter right now?

he’s all grumpy because you’re not letting go, but when he looks you in the eyes, he softens.

because you just look so happy to see porco that he relents and allows you to hold his face in your hands.

he’s still mumbling how he’s going to beat the shit out of reiner later, but it’s not very intimidating since his cheeks are tinged with red.

— reiner braun.

the first thing that reiner notes is how your hand feels against his face.

his hands are calloused and worn and so are yours.

but the way you touch him is so soft in a way that reiner is incapable of.

his hands are soiled and dirtied. 

reiner knows he is not a good man and he is selfish, especially when it comes to you.

so with tired eyes, reiner leans into your touch. he tries to muster all the gentleness in his body and wraps his hand around your wrist to keep it there as if he’s afraid you’re going to recoil and remove your hand.

but you don’t.

and with an understanding look, you grant reiner a reprieve from the rest of the world.

[iwaslut]

— 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖓𝖊.

summary: two sugar daddies is a dream come true for a girl like you.

note: happy birthday wifey @atsutsuki​ i love u sm ♡

ft. sugar daddies!miya atsumu and sakusa kiyoomi.

warning: fem!reader, nsfw content, daddy (atsumu) kink, sir (kiyoomi) kink, princess as a nickname, fingering, spit kink

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡ 18+ CONTENT

“Omi, look how fuckin’ pretty our girl looks.”

Atsumu coos, swinging the door of the bedroom wide open, prompting Kiyoomi to scowl when it hits the wall with a resounding thud. The crease in between his brows relaxes when his eyes sweep across the room and land on you. The corner of his mouth twitches up behind his mask when he sees you lying in the middle of the bed: propped up by an array of pillows and dressed in nothing but a delectable red lingerie set, one of many that they had picked out for you earlier that week.

“Shut up, Miya,” Kiyoomi grumbles, pointedly ignoring the high-pitched whine that follows. The plush bed dips underneath his weight when he seats himself on a corner of it.

“Do you like your gift, Princess?” Kiyoomi’s voice takes on a softer touch as he gently places a hand on your ankle. The gold anklet that has his, as well as Atsumu’s, initials on it jingles slightly upon his touch and glints in the light.

Kiyoomi lifts his hand when you shift, crawling across the bed to seat yourself on top of his lap. Your exposed legs rest across the expanse of Kiyoomi’s thighs as your hands fiddle with the sleek tie around his neck. Atsumu’s quick to sidle up to Kiyoomi, wrapping his arms around your middle as you lean back into his firm chest.

“I love it.” Your words brim with sincerity. You consider yourself extremely lucky to have both Atsumu and Kiyoomi doting on you. Whenever you have your worries or doubts, they’re swift to assure you every single time that they love spoiling you. They’re willing to do anything, and buy anything, to make their sweet Princess happy. They’re even willing to get along with one another. Begrudgingly so, according to Kiyoomi, but you and Atsumu know that he cares for Atsumu more than he lets on.

“Thank you, Sir.” You lightly tug on Kiyoomi’s black tie, bringing his face down to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.” You tilt your head up, leaning to press a kiss to Atsumu’s cheek as well.

Before you can do so, Atsumu moves his head, sweeping down to capture your lips with his own. Although it’s rather short, the kiss is heated, stealing the air straight from your lungs. Atsumu snakes a hand around the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he can consume you completely. When he pulls away, you’re left slightly dazed: Atsumu’s kisses always leave you dizzy. A thin silvery strand of spit connects you two until Atsumu roughly swipes his thumb across his lip. He grins when you obediently open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

“Only the best for our Princess.”

Kiyoomi impatiently pulls on your hips, forcing Atsumu to withdraw his finger from your mouth. He must have already discarded his mask somewhere because Kiyoomi surges forward, brushing his lips against yours for a moment before slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. You moan into Kiyoomi’s mouth when you feel warm hands from behind dance across your body. The kiss is filthy and messy and exactly the way Kiyoomi loves it.

Your lips are swollen when he pulls away. You have no time to catch your breath because Atsumu chooses that moment to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your lace panties.

“Omi, she’s fuckin’ soaked.” You hear rather than see the grin that Atsumu’s donning. Kiyoomi is busy loosening the tie from around his neck, but his gaze remains intent on your form. Your body goes lax, slumping back against Atsumu’s firm chest when his fingers spread your lips apart, smearing the slick that’s pooled there.

“Keep your eyes open, Princess.” Atsumu breathes against the shell of your ear when your eyes flutter shut from the pleasure that Atsumu’s eliciting from you. He’s completely supporting your weight despite you being seated on top of Kiyoomi’s lap. “Keep your eyes on Sir as Daddy makes you cum on his fingers.”

You pry your eyes open in order to follow your daddy’s directions. Kiyoomi’s tie is gone now; the first few buttons of his white dress shirt are undone and his sleeves are now rolled up to his elbow. You admire his unveiled forearms, allowing you to shamelessly watch the muscles and veins flex right underneath his skin. His eyes are dark with lust, drinking in your every action: every change in your expression and every sound that escapes from between your parted lips. You spread your legs wider for Kiyoomi so he can get a better view of your pussy. His eyes quickly drop down from your face to your barely clothed cunt. Your red lace panties are soaked through with your arousal and swept to the side to make room for Atsumu’s long and lithe fingers.

Atsumu presses wet kisses to the side of your neck, biting down and sucking harshly when you tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access to the skin there.

“Daddy,” you whimper, digging your manicured nails deeper into the material of Kiyoomi’s white button-up. You loudly moan when Atsumu slips two fingers inside of your soaked cunt, curling them in a way that nearly has you seeing stars.

“Keep your eyes on Sir, baby.” You tilt your head to look Kiyoomi’s way once more, clenching around Atsumu’s fingers when you see his expression. Kiyoomi looks like he’s devouring every inch of you and as quick as lightning, heat unfurls and spreads across your body.

With dark eyes, Kiyoomi leans forward, face hovering only inches above yours. When he taps two fingers against your cheek, you immediately open your mouth for him and tilt your chin up.

“Such a good girl,” Kiyoomi murmurs right before spitting into your waiting mouth. The glob of spit slides against the length of your tongue and you quickly swallow it much to Kiyoomi’s approval.

He places his hand at the base of your neck and presses his lips to yours again. It’s sloppier than the first kiss you shared, messier too. Kiyoomi’s tongue is licking the inside of your mouth as saliva begins to pool at the corners of your mouths. He snakes a hand in between your bodies: the pads of his fingertips circle around your clit as Atsumu’s fingers slip and slide through your messy folds, curling and hitting that spot within you that makes you breathless.

You almost screw your eyes shut, overwhelmed by how good they’re making you feel until you remember what Atsumu told you. You’d hate to disappoint your daddy so you open your eyes again when Kiyoomi pulls his face away, leaving the two of you connected by a strand of saliva that wetly smacks against your chin.

The firm press of Kiyoomi’s fingers rubbing against your clit and the curl of Atsumu’s digits deep in your cunt has you rapidly approaching the edge.

“Be a good girl and cum for us, baby.” Atsumu’s words send you well over the edge and you cum loudly with a moan. Your hips buck up into their touch as you bury your face into the side of Atsumu’s neck, riding out your orgasm. Their fingers are insistent, never ceasing as they coax you through your orgasm, prolonging it for as long as possible. It’s only as you’re bordering the line of overstimulation and softly whimpering that they slow down.

“You look s’fuckin’ hot when you cum.” You lightly giggle while Kiyoomi just rolls his eyes when Atsumu presses a kiss to your sweaty hairline. You whine when his lips move to your neck and he nips at a sensitive spot where he’s left a hickey behind.

“Gonna look even hotter when you cum on both of our cocks.”

[itadorisgf]

Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo with a short s/o? I like being tinier than people and they are the ideal height for towering over me and making me feel small and cute!

— gojo and nanami with a shorter s/o

note: hi hi hi thank u for the suggestion!! i hope u don’t mind that the headcanons are for a shorter s/o rather than a short s/o.

ft. gojo satoru and nanami kento

warning: gn!reader, shorter/short s/o

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— gojo satoru.

we all know that this man is such a shithead (affectionate).

he loves the height difference between the two of you and frequently brings it up.

honestly it wouldn’t even matter if you were only the slightest bit shorter than him. he will lord it over your head.

gojo relentlessly teases you for it.

he’s the type to rest his arm on top of your head and excitedly exclaim how you’re the perfect height for an armrest.

punch him in the gut for that.

gojo definitely places everything on the highest shelf so when you’re struggling to reach for it, he can swoop in and grab it for you.

wait.......i can see gojo bending down until he’s eye level with you and cooing how cute you are with a large smile. bastard!!!!!!

manspreads when you’re sitting next to each other. he claims that his limbs are much longer than yours and therefore he needs more space. he’s so infuriating.

he typically shortens his strides for you, but sometimes when he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll walk normally and leave you to trail after him much to your annoyance.

when you start pouting and yell at gojo to stop being an ass, he turns around and says “forgot your legs were shorter than mine,” with faux innocence. you know behind his stupid blindfold, his eyes are full of mirth.

gojo teases you for your height, but he’d never make you feel bad about it.

he adores the fact that he’s taller than you.

— nanami kento.

nanami doesn’t make a big deal about your height difference.

but that’s not to say there aren’t certain things regarding your difference in height that he enjoys.

he really likes the way his clothing drapes off of your body.

normally he doesn’t really pay much mind to how much taller he is than you, but he becomes acutely aware of that fact whenever he sees the way his clothing engulfs your body.

affection blooms in nanami’s chest when he sees how the sleeves of his shirt hang loosely past your fingertips.

his expression softens when you’re out together and you’re just chattering away. of course nanami is attentively listening to what you’re saying, but he’ll glance down at you and can’t help but think of how small you are in comparison to him.

oh my gosh wait.... guard dog nanami.

some unfortunate soul tries to flirt with you and nanami will simply appear behind you with a calm but menacing aura.

they scurry away quickly, but they can’t understand how someone as small and cute as you could be connected to someone as tall and intimidating as nanami.

anyways nanami doesn’t really care about your height difference, but he must admit that it’s rather endearing how much shorter you are than him.

[iwaslut]

thirst tweets.

how they react to thirst tweets.

fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, miwa kasumi, nanami kento, tōdō aoi.

fem!reader, all characters are of age.

ageless blogs + minors do not interact. suggestive/nsfw content.

— fushiguro megumi.

fushiguro’s lips are already curled downward before he even begins to read the tweet.

“i know this man has the prettiest moans 🗣 🗣 🗣 🗣 🗣 LEMME HEAR THEM.”

fushiguro’s frown deepens considerably and his brows furrow as he reads the tweet out loud. he looks completely unimpressed by the thirst tweet, but it’s clear that a pink flush is steadily rising up his neck.

“do people not have any shame?” he mutters underneath his breath before quickly moving on to read the next tweet, which he hopes will be better than this one. (spoilers, it’s worse.)

— fushiguro toji.

toji’s relaxed in his seat, looking completely at ease, as he picks up the card to read.

“i want to be smothered by toji’s tits JDJSJSJSKSJD PLEASE!!!!!!! I’LL EVEN BE YOUR SUGAR MOMMY”

he chose to skip over the key-smash when reading the thirst tweet aloud.

his tight black t-shirt stretches across his broad chest when he leans back in his seat. he crosses his legs, tossing his ankle over his knee, and props his head up with his hand.

the scar on toji’s face ripples as his lips curve up into a pleased grin. his brow raises slightly as he tilts his head at the camera.

“is that so? i just might have to take you up on that offer.”

— gojo satoru.

gojo grins at the camera and his eyes light up as he reads the tweet he’s already stumbled across previously.

“i cannot hold it in anymore…..i want to FUCK this man so bad. you think he’d let me wear the blindfold??”

gojo chuckles a bit to himself before man-spreading some more.

“would i let you wear the blindfold,” he muses out loud as if he’s actually contemplating the thought. he leans closer to the camera and peers over the frame of his dark sunglasses with a cocked brow.

“i guess there’s only one way to find out.”

gojo’s grin widens as he winks at the camera for effect.

— itadori yuuji.

itadori excitedly flips the card over to read it out loud.

“itadori has such a sweet smile—”

he beams at the camera, flashing it a wide (sweet) smile. how nice of this person to—  

“it makes me want to sit on his cock.”

he pauses and silence fills the air as his brain tries to wrap around the sudden 180 the tweet made.

once he gets it, itadori raises an arm and rubs the back of his head.

“thank you for the compliment! i think...” he sheepishly grins at the camera.

— miwa kasumi.

her eyes comically widen when she reads over the tweet. a long pause stretches in the air before she’s urged by the crew behind the camera to read the tweet out loud.

her cheeks are aflame as she rushes to read the tweet as quickly as possible.

“miwa’ssofuckingcutelikeplssitonmyfacealready.”

miwa’s face burns a bright red in embarrassment as soon as she’s done reading the tweet. the film crew can’t suppress a light chuckle at seeing how flustered the girl in front of the camera is.

“i-uh-i mean-i’m very flattered,” she squeaks out before hiding her face behind her hands.

— nanami kento.

"I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THIS MAN TO CALL ME HIS GOOD GIRL!!!!!!!! ANYTHING FOR YOU SIR!!!!”

nanami heavily sighs as he deadpans at the camera. he’s more than surprised that the tweet managed to garner so much attention, but it doesn’t show on his face, which remains deliberately expressionless. his eyes do twitch in faint irritation when he realizes that gojo has liked the tweet as well.

of course gojo would like a tweet of this nature.

“that is quite unnecessary,” nanami says while pushing up his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “there is no need to go to such extremes for something like that.”

— tōdō aoi.

"tōdō aoi unlocked a size kink i did not know i had.” 

tōdō’s voice booms throughout the studio as a prideful grin stretches across his face. 

he laughs a full-belly laugh before raising an arm and proudly flexing it. the short-sleeve shirt he’s wearing does nothing but accentuate the muscles in his arm that ripple underneath his skin.

“you’re welcome, but the only girl for me is takada-chan.”

he confidently grins at the camera before releasing another hearty laugh.

[ukeishin]

nut videos

— note: thots were thunk. miss mela’s (@miitsukai) hcs about nut videos inspired me to write this

— ft. oikawa tooru & iwaizumi hajime

— warning: cursing. nsfw. male masturbation.

— t. oikawa

❧ it’s not necessarily a surprise when you receive a snapchat from tooru in the middle of the day. he enjoys spamming your phone with selfies of himself, claiming that he doesn’t want you to forget his pretty face (as if you could ever forget his dumbass)

❧ however, it is a surprise when you see he’s sent you a video. it’s an even greater surprise when the first thing you see when you click to view the video is a shot of his half-hard dick hidden behind the flimsy material of his boxer briefs

❧ you’re thankful that you’re at home when you open the snapchat, not wanting to imagine the embarrassment you would’ve experienced if you had accidentally viewed the video in public. you turn up the volume and quickly make your way to your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you even though it’s unnecessary

❧ oikawa’s palming himself already when you plop down on your bed. it’s entrancing the way he touches himself. his whining has you heavily swallowing, shifting around to try and assuage the growing burn in between your thighs

❧ “i wish you were the one touching me, y/n-chan.” he’s such a baby, but you can’t deny that the way he emphasizes your name has you shivering. he slips his cock out of his boxers. he’s hard - the head of his dick an angry red and leaking precum at the slit

❧ you hear him spit into his hand off camera before it reenters the frame. oikawa firmly wraps his hand around the base of his dick and slowly drags it all the way to the head

❧ he’s teasing himself, slowly and steadily building himself up to an orgasm. it’s cruel

❧ “wish i was fucking your pretty lil throat right now. you take me so good, baby.”

❧ the way he sounds is sinful. the prettiest moans and whines you swear you’ve ever heard coming through your phone’s speaker

❧ his hand speeds up, and you can tell he’s close to cumming. a few moments later, he’s loudly cursing, “oh fuck” over and over as he cums all over his lower stomach

❧ he flips the camera to show his face. it’s evident that he’s dazed from his orgasm, his eyes are glassy and sweat beads at his hairline

❧ he’s a dork, pressing a kiss to the camera, before ending the video by saying, “hope you enjoyed the show!”

— h. iwaizumi

❧ you slip your phone out of your pocket to see that you’ve received a text message from hajime. it’s already late into the evening, and you wonder what he’s still doing up considering he has a lecture early the next morning

❧ all it says is “check snap,” but with that, you already have an inkling of what he sent you. it’s been difficult to find time to spend together with finals coming up, and you’re assuming that iwaizumi may be a bit pent up. you know you are. studying for upcoming exams and chaste kisses exchanged here and there aren’t enough to quell your growing desire for iwaizumi

❧ your assumptions are confirmed when you open the snapchat to be greeted with the sight of iwaizumi’s leaking cock. it’s a bit dark to see anything too clearly, but the red led lights he has in his room suffice

❧ he’s laying in his bed, still wearing his shirt with his boxers pushed down to right below his knees. he lets go of his cock, sitting up a little bit, before fisting it once more. he must have already been jacking off if the loud slick sounds of his cock is anything to go off of

❧ “fuck, i miss my pretty baby,” iwaizumi groans, breath hitching as he drags his palm over the head of his dick, which is especially sensitive. “shit, i’m already close,” he curses

❧ “wish i was fucking you instead,” he says before cutting himself off with a low moan. he must be really horny if he’s no longer holding back any of his noises like he usually would

❧ iwaizumi’s close. no technique is being used as he thrusts into his fist. his pace increases and he soon cums, moaning your name

❧ iwaizumi’s labored breathing fills the air before the video abruptly ends

❧ you exit snapchat and reopen your messages to reply to hajime because why does he have to tease you like that. you’re surprised to see that you’ve already received a new text from him. he must have sent it while you were preoccupied with watching the video. his message has you scampering off of the bed and towards the door - “im on my way over rn.”

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[itadorisgf]

— a taste of heaven

aka soft headcanons

note: yeah im yearning and im incredibly soft for them T_T

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, nobara kugisaki

warning: fluff

part two

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

fushiguro leaves his door unlocked at night just in case if you want to see him. he knows that sometimes you have a hard time sleeping so he’s picked up the habit of having his door closed, but unlocked. he’s a light sleeper so when you quietly knock and push open his door, he already has his covers lifted for you to crawl under.

you may think he’s not really paying attention, but fushiguro mentally notes all of the important dates and events you talk about. he doesn’t make a huge deal about it and will simply ask how it went. you’re surprised that he even remembers since you only mentioned it offhandedly.

he likes laying his head in your lap. the feel of your hand in fushiguro’s hair is relaxing and releases any tension in his body. he takes his time admiring you from this angle and thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life.

GOJO SATORU

gojo brings you trinkets from places he goes to. most of the time they’re incredibly random and gojo will provide silly explanations as to why he bought them for you, but it warms your heart that he thought of you.

he’ll send you selfies throughout the day, letting you know what he’s up to. normally, gojo will rope his students into taking a group selfie for you. they all adore you and frequently ask gojo how you’re doing.

gojo’s the type to smear whipped cream on your your face just because he likes the way you scrunch your nose up in response. you’ll attempt to get him back, but he’s too quick and will dodge you, resulting in you pouting. he will openly coo and tease that you look cute when you’re upset.

ITADORI YUUJI

itadori is happy to do anything you want. and not in the way where he begrudgingly goes along with what you want to do, but he is genuinely excited to partake in your hobbies. if it makes you happy, it makes him happy.

it’s not uncommon for itadori to give you flowers. it doesn’t matter if he’s taking you out on a date or not, he’ll just surprise you with a bouquet. with a big smile, he’ll ramble and tell you what each of the flowers mean according to the florist that helped him pick them out.

he brags about you. itadori is completely enamored by you and unconsciously brings you up in nearly every conversation he has with others. if you haven’t met them yet, fushiguro and nobara feel like they already know you well enough through itadori’s starry-eyed talks about you.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami loves coming home to you. there is nothing more satisfying than seeing your face after a long day at work. if you’re cooking dinner in the kitchen, nanami will come up behind, wrap his arms around you and press a soft kiss to your neck.

he’s capable of tying his tie himself, but nanami prefers it when you do it for him. a crease forms in between your brows and your tongue slightly juts out as you concentrate on how to properly loop his tie. nanami finds it to be incredibly endearing and after you’re done, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead and murmur a soft thank you.

when he’s teetering the line between being awake and being asleep, nanami barely registers your hands gently slipping off his glasses. he’ll crack his eyes open, making out your blurry outline, and give you a small drowsy smile before drifting off entirely.

NOBARA KUGISAKI

nobara frequently drags you all over the city on your days off so you can explore together. she loves going on shopping dates in which you pick out outfits for each other and try them on in a little fashion show. if you ask how you look, she’ll say “obviously you look great, i did pick out your outfit.”

she’s a HUGE fan of couple things. nobara has taste though and wrinkles her nose at the cheesy matching couples shirts that she sees stores selling. she prefers items that are a little more subtle, resulting in the matching necklaces you two share.

she loves photo booths. while you two are out and about, nobara will drag you into a photo booth to take pictures together. the first few in the strip of photos are cute and silly while the last one is a sweet picture of you kissing. she pins it on her wall later that day.

[itadorisgf]

headcanons for y/n making gojo, nanami, yuji, megumi, inumaki and yuuta put on the cat ears 🐱 you could write other characters too if u want i just have Men™️ on the brain

— meow for me!

note: thank you for the suggestion!! i hope u like these!! it’s the first time i’ve written anything for inumaki and yuuta and i hope it turned out okay <3333

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, inumaki toge, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta.

warning: gn!reader, i envisioned prequel!yuuta while writing this, silly fluff

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— fushiguro megumi.

fushiguro gives you a deadpan look as soon as you ask. “no,” he says flatly, prompting you to release a long drawn out call of his name. “megumi, pretty please? you would make the prettiest cat boy ever!” do you think that would convince him? fushiguro doesn’t exactly care for being a cat boy, like at all. “no,” he repeats again. with a raised brow, he asks you “why do you want me to wear them so badly?” you fold your arms over your chest and huff. he thinks you resemble a child right now. “i thought this pair i bought would look cute on you.” you raise your arm, dangling the headband for fushiguro to see. is this what it’s like to be in love? he sighs heavily before replying, “fine, i’ll wear them.” your mood changes in the blink of an eye and you bound up to fushiguro with a pleased expression. “thanks, megumi! you’re going to look so pretty, i promise.”

— gojo satoru.

gojo all too gleefully agrees to your request, but only if he gets something in return. you roll your eyes because of course satoru wants something so you cautiously ask him what it is that he wants. he thinks for a moment before a stupid grin stretches across his face. “you have to wear cat ears too! oh, and i also want you to make me cookies!” truthfully, you were expecting something a little more humiliating so this was a surprise. “deal,” you say before putting the cat ears on top of his head. you go find your other pair and put it on; when you come back, gojo coos that you look utterly adorable. he proceeds to take a bunch of selfies of the two of you together and spams them in his group-chat with his students.

— inumaki toge.

inumaki’s brows furrow as he processes your question. you sit next to him, rocking from side to side as you eagerly wait for his answer. you want him to put on cat ears? he chances a glance at your hands, which are clutching a thin silver headband with soft fluffy cat ears glued to the top of it. “sooo, do you wanna put them on, toge?” you hold out the headband towards him. inumaki gives you a nod and takes the cat ears from your outstretched hand. “salmon,” he replies before slipping them on. when he turns back to you, you’re already looking at him with a large grin. “wanna go steal one of nobara’s skirts to wear with it?”

— itadori yuuji.

itadori tilts his head, a confused expression plastered across his face. you can envision the question mark looming over his head. “what?” you fondly smile; it’s unfair how adorable he is without even trying to be. “i said, will you put these cat ears on for me?” he takes a look at them; they look comfortable with how fluffy they are. “sure!” he tilts his head to the ground to let you place them on top of his head. he was right, the headband is comfortable. itadori runs a hand through the fuzziness of the cat ears, curious how it can be so soft. “you look great, yuuji! let me take a pic of you.” he poses, letting you snap as many shots as you want. (you make one of them your new lockscreen.)

— nanami kento.

nanami refuses. the moment that nanami looks up from his book and sees what you’re clutching in your hands, he says “no” before going back to reading once more. he ignores your loud huff of air and flips to the next page of his novel. however, when you decide to seat yourself directly on his lap, nanami marks his page and sets aside his book. “please, kento? you would look so cute.” you’re pouting and nanami can feel his resolve crumbling to dust. “no pictures. i don’t need satoru somehow finding out about this.” nanami decides that it’s not too bad putting on the cat ears if he gets to see you smile so brightly.

— okkotsu yuuta.

he flushes. did he hear you correctly? well, he must have, judging by the sound of your loud laughter following his reaction. “c’mon, yuuta,” you lean further into his space, batting your eyelashes up at him. you’re delighted by the distinct crimson that stains his pale cheeks. “you can be my cute lil catboy!” he raises both of his hands as if he can ward you off (not that he wants you further away from him; it’s just that he’s still unused to the way you can be so bold at times.) “uh, s-sure.” the words come stumbling out, and at the sound of his agreement, you’re moving closer. despite your high energy at the moment, your hands are gentle as you place the cat ears on top of his head. “i was right! you really are the cutest, yuuta.” he feels like his face is on fire now.