I Need Suna Rintaro To Be Stupid Fucking Sensitive.

Riding gojo so good that he starts yelling out his card info when he nuts

they're the same picture 💀

i think satoru would be mildly irritated if you turn out to be good at giving blowjobs when you suck him off for the very first time because it only means that someone else taught you before him and it fills him with murderous intent to the point where he can’t even finish bc he’s so pissed but it’s going to get you so fucked later out of pure jealousy and frustration that he can’t change the past

Big bad boss Nanami who doesn’t say much, doesn’t socialize much, doesn’t reveal anything about his personal life to his employees. But one early morning meeting he comes in dishevelled with your pretty red lipstick smeared all around his stern mouth, apologizing because his “beautiful wife” held him up, and the office loses it. 

head empty, only thinking about how when you go to kiss him, you cup his cheeks in your hands and gently squish, smooshing his lips out slightly. he’s already smiling in excitement. you lean in, offering him a little “mwah,” dramatically, but somehow, it always works. his eyes practically form little hearts, not a trace of a thought swirling in them, and his body relaxes: his shoulders droop and his brows soften, and you know he’s completely under your spell when he puckers his lips out for just oooooone more kiss.

it happens a lot more than you both realize; before work, after work, when he’s cleaning up from dinner, when you sneak up behind him while he’s doing paperwork, constantly, are those squishy cheeks in your hands and the invisible tail behind him wagging eagerly.

truly in the palm of your hand.

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bnha: denki, kirishima, midoriya

hq: hinata, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, yamaguchi, kuroo, yaku, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, tendou, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, aran, suna, sakusa, terushima, meian

jjk: gojo, geto, ino, yuuji, higuruma, choso

+ ur faves 🫶🏻

Megumi isn't one for public displays of affection, which is why you jolt a little when he suddenly winds an arm around your waist and pulls you so, so close to him.

"You alright?" you ask him, threading your fingers through his hand that tugs at your waist.

He squeezes, then makes a little sound deep in his throat. When you look at him, his pretty mouth is set in a line, and he's staring daggers across the room.

You laugh a little– nervous, a bit incredulous, watching the blush climb to the tips of his ears– then follow his line of sight to where a group of guys stands. They're sizing up Megumi, one of them smiling at you. When he meets Megumi's eyes, the smile seems to melt from his lips and he turns his back.

Oh.

Megumi's lips press against your jaw. You lift your chin and angle your body into his. "Did you think they were–"

"Checking you out? Yeah," he says, nudging your cheek with his nose.

You hadn't known him to be jealous before, and if you're honest with yourself, it's both flattering and maybe a little bit concerning. You aren't one to be possessed and controlled, but something about him protecting you from being objectified makes your chest swell with pride. It feels good to be wanted so intensely by someone.

So you take his face between your palms and make him look you in the eye. "I'm yours, Megumi."

His eyes flit back to the group. "Just making sure they know that."

You push a little harder, smashing his cheeks until his lips pucker. "Do you know it?"

He searches your face for a moment, his expression unreadable, if not a bit serious. After a moment, he visibly relaxes, then leaves a featherlight kiss on your mouth.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

[11:01 pm] ft. iwaizumi hajime

wc: 300

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“Stop that.” 

You put your hand on Hajime’s bouncing knee. 

He doesn’t respond to you, keeping his eyes glued to the screen currently showing the live Argentina and Brazil volleyball match. 

He’s been on edge, looking forward to seeing this match all day. He would rather die than admit it, but you can see the sparkle in his eye and upward twitch of his lips when a certain someone, his old captain and long-time best friend steps onto the court. 

Normally, their cross-continental bond inspires warm fuzzies in your chest, but Hajime has been distracted from the moment the two of you woke up in bed, your afternoon date, and all through dinner. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve questioned this since you’ve been with Hajime, but is he in love with you or Oikawa? 

You give him a tap on his shoulder which he ignores. 

“Hajime.” 

Silence. 

“Hajime!” 

“Hmm?” he responds distractedly. 

You huff, before crawling in between his legs. He spreads them to give you more room, but keeps his hands to himself. You maneuver his arms to circle your waist but he eventually removes them in favor of holding the remote and rubbing his chin thoughtfully when Oikawa does anything at all. 

The one knee continues its jittery bouncing. It doesn’t stop even when you place a palm on it. 

“Hajime, stop shaking. It’s annoying!” 

He stops, looking down at you. It’s not just the leg shaking you were referring to and he knows it. 

He doesn’t say anything, but wraps his arms back around you and they stay there this time. He gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead and just like that, all is forgiven. 

You’re content to snuggle back into his chest but before you can doze off, Hajime murmurs something in your ear, his own form of revenge for your bratty behavior. 

“Annoying wasn’t the word you were using when you were the one bouncing on these legs…” 

It earns him a smack to the face.

i love your college hockey!player kita as a fellow hockey fan myself (rangers fan sorry) but i’m begging you to PLEASEEEE write more of the college hockey player w literally anyone (maybe bokuto)

it’s okay, I’m sorry I’m a bruins fan KDBDDODBD BUT COYLE IS JUST TOO FOINE-

Go with me here. And wear your seatbelt 🤤

hockey player!bokuto who's on a five minute penalty because the dickhead on the other team was making comments about your pretty ass in the stands, and checked him so hard his face slammed into the side doors, nose clipping right on the door and making the refs call the intent to injure.

which it was, but what’s the fun of calling it out?

and while you had full intentions of slipping to the locker room to scold him, yell at him and ask what the hell he was thinking, it ends with you on the bench, knees tossed over his shoulders while he ferociously eats you out. Your eyes are lulled back into your skull, fist curled into his hair as he laps a greedy tongue into your gummy walls and his nose nuzzles your clit.

“You gonna cum?” He teases, pulling back to spit a wad of saliva against you, and a shiver at the feeling of it dribbling down your sticky lips. He groans at the sight and offers you a quick flick of his tongue, "always want to get you to cum before I gotta get back out on the ice."

"Then shut the fuck up and do it!" You snarl, fisting the locks of his hair hard enough your knuckles turn light under the force.

He’s never done it. Intentionally, you assume, talking to you like this to distract you from your hot, brewing orgasm. It works, you’re always left a desperate, panting mess as you writhe on the cold bench, fingers grabbing your tits and tugging your nipples while your hand turns and shifts his head and face.

He smirks and circles the tip of his tongue over the swollen, aching bud, and it sends delicious agony through you because there's no way you can finish before he has to leave again, you're so close and so desperate and he's going to leave you here, and-

"Bokuto, you're on," his teammate says, popping his head into the locker room. From blissed out, defeted eyes, you watch his glaze up the legs hooked over Koutarou's shoulders, your cheeks blazed with embarrassment and arousal.

"If I turn around and you're looking at my girlfriend, I'll bash your head next," he snarls, and sure enough, his teammates head whips away from looking at you, adam’s apple bobbing out at the memory of your legs draped over his captains shoulders, your own heaving from disappointment and pleasure. He gently unhooks your legs from over his shoulders, allowing the muscles to relax and soften. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before standing up and turning to his teammate, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Showtime.”

@priv-rose 🫶🏻🫶🏻

idea from this tweet

this is canon.

✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ fluff, reader is a teacher at JJT ++ idk how else to describe this one except that there’s a very specific scene in t100 that inspired this, i rmr seeing it once and ever since it’s become a scenario i daydream abt all the time 🧍‍♀️ never watched the show fully tho so dont quote me on that SBHDJK ✰

satoru’s always had a special way of connecting with others that could often leave an imprint of his own personality in their mannerisms; small habits of his that a select few would subconsciously pick up, had they payed enough attention.

what that looked like among his current first-year students was the sheer volume at which they speak when they enter a room, especially when they’re particularly excited to share something with their sensei.

satoru honestly loved it— grinning widely anytime yuuji or nobara barged into a room, loudly announcing something that would be considered entirely unimportant to many. he was always ready to match that energy tenfold, though. their excitement was important to him; that’s simply one of the ways in which he cared for them.

so the looks on their faces right now was definitely new to satoru. yuuji had slid open the door to one of the lounges at tokyo’s jujutsu tech, with nobara and megumi trailing closely behind him. the six eyes user knew they were coming before they’d even breached the threshold, as he was already holding a finger up to his lips the moment they stepped into the room— a sign for them to be quiet.

in an entirely comical manner, yuuji freezes on the spot, his right hand stopping in the air mid-gesture as he gapes at his teacher with his mouth still hanging open. the words that were previously ready to be spoken were now ushered back down his throat, making the young boy splutter for a moment in surprise before he pulled himself together.

he had stopped in his tracks so suddenly that nobara even bumped into his back, and then megumi consequently bumped into her. it was a domino effect that would’ve had satoru doubled over in laughter at virtually any other time. right now, though, his eyes only linger on his students for a short moment before he’s casting them back down; just as megumi mumbles a complaint to yuuji and nobara promptly shushed him.

the three students were puzzled as they followed satoru’s gaze— or rather, the downwards tilt of his head, considering that his eyes were shielded by his blindfold —but their curiosity was quickly satiated at the sight before them.

the sight of you, curled up on the couch facing away from the door, fast asleep while clutching a throw pillow. if any of them noticed that it was satoru’s own jacket currently tucked over your frame to keep you warm, they didn’t speak of it.

“we were supposed to do some mission debriefing,” satoru finally breaks the silence, speaking in an uncharacteristically hushed tone; it was notably softened to a degree, as well. “but they knocked out as soon as they moved to the couch. i’m pretty sure this is the most sleep they’ve had all week.”

as satoru addresses his students, his eyes never leave you, carefully watching over you in your slumber. there’s a small smile on his face that begs a question to raise in nobara’s mind, but she knows better than to ask… at least, for now she does.

“ooh,” yuuji responds, nodding slowly as he blinks down at you. “sensei did mention during training yesterday that they had to oversee more missions than usual lately.”

satoru nods to confirm his words, and then silence fills the space between them once more. it’s not until a short moment later, when megumi actually picks up on the fact that it’s satoru’s jacket draped over your body, that he decides to say something.

“have you just been sitting there this whole time, then?” megumi grumbles, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the older man— the very one he happened to know just a little bit better than his classmates did.

satoru is taken aback for a moment, only mildly surprised at megumi’s question. he can’t say he expected any different from the kid he raised. megumi was always pretty good at reading a room; and he could read his de facto stepfather like an open book.

he considers his response for a split second before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, hoping to at least convince yuuji and nobara otherwise. “i’ve been doing some work for them since they fell asleep,” he says, resisting the urge to clear his throat. “so they don’t have to worry about it later.”

while it’s true that satoru was working— the spread of papers and mission report files across the coffee table in front of him suggests as much —the amount of actual productivity he’s had since you fell asleep could not amount to as much as he’s currently implying to his students. simply put, he’s been… distracted.

distracted with making sure you slept well, by lowering the blinds and shrugging his jacket off to drape over your body. listening out for anyone walking down the hallway, or tucking back loose strands of hair that would occasionally fall over your face and make you subconsciously crinkle your nose. wondering why his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you looking so peaceful and relaxed; the mere fact that you were comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep, rendering yourself completely vulnerable around him.

the amount of trust such an act entails, the very trust that you had in him. or, you know— something along those lines.

nobara huffs softly, now tugging at yuuji’s sleeve. she picked up on the hint long before the other two did, but it was only now confirmed by the way satoru lingered near you. as much as he loves his students, and loves hearing them out when they want to speak with him— he currently had no intention whatsoever at leaving your side.

satoru was going to make sure you got as much sleep as you possibly could; knowing you’ve been overworking yourself all week, it’s been killing him inside (…for some reason).

“that’s okay,” nobara supplies, now tugging at yuuji’s arm more firmly to get the young boy to budge. “we can talk to you about it a little later, you can keep— uh, working,” she mumbles quickly, nodding apologetically at satoru before grabbing the wrists of the two boys she arrived with and spinning around, pulling them out of the room with her.

satoru chuckles under his breath, watching with a small grin how she runs out of the room with the other two behind her. megumi opts to slide the door closed once more, and then satoru’s eyes are back on you.

he feels that familiar tug at his heart again, seeing you like this. he’s not trying to be weird about it, watching you while you sleep, but he just— he just wants to make sure you get your rest! that’s all there is to it, he’s convinced.

a soft huff of air escapes your lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. he sees your eyebrows scrunching together for a moment, your arms tightening around the throw pillow as one of your hands clutches at the jacket draped over you. you adjust your position a little bit, pulling up the jacket, and then your face finally relaxes once more.

satoru is… not sure why he was holding his breath, feeling it hitch more in his throat seeing the way you pulled his jacket closer to your face.

(surely his scent is on that jacket, and you’re probably smelling it while you sleep with how close it is to your face now. is it calming to you? is the subconscious sensation of satoru being so close to you making you feel at ease?)

he thinks he sees a faint smile tug on your lips then, but he shakes his head as he decides to pull his gaze away from you. he must be imagining things. he’s definitely imagining things.

he slinks back against his seat as he peers down at the coffee table, begrudgingly continuing his work— shoving his doting thoughts about you to the back of his head while he unsuccessfully tries to calm the frantic, nervous beating of his heart.