Clingy?

Passing out

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, and special guest Suguru !!

Synopsis: They hear you fainted!

my smau masterlist

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⋆·˚ ༘ 'she's busy rn'

synopsis ○ 'she's busy rn' but it's not a prank

warnings: swearing

author's note ୨୧ anon request! i fear i ate w this one 😔

:.*▹▫◃.• 'all the pretty boys'

synopsis ○ calling them pretty boy

warnings: swearing, suggestive

author's note ୨୧ anon request! such a cute idea! the real ones will remember coco

Your tampon string broke

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ · heat waves

⤿ you think it's too hot for cuddles but they think otherwise.

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino.

BABY, OH BABY.

✧˖°. SUMMARY : you decide to prank your boyfriend yuuji by avoiding his kisses.

✧˖°. CONTENT WARNINGS : nothing besides tooth rotting fluff & yuuji being precious.

You barely get a chance to greet your boyfriend when he walks through the door, takes exactly four strides and collapses face down on the bed. Peering carefully over the rim of your book you survey his current position, noticing the long and heavy puffs of his chest as it rises and falls.

"Yuuji?"

"Mhm..." comes his muffled reply.

You gingerly set the book down on the bedside table before shuffling closer on your knees, a tender hand carding through his light hair and some relief flooding your chest when you feel him relaxing beneath your touch, even going as far to push his head into your touch with a happy sound in the back of his throat.

"Long day?"

"Mhm."

You narrowly supress a soft chuckle at his current state before giving his hair a small ruffle. "Get undressed so we can go to bed."

Five minutes and one power shower later Yuuji eagerly slips under the covers, welcoming the warmth of your body and making himself comfortable as he settles in for the night. One muscular arm winds around your waist to tuck you into the side of his body, a curve carved just for you where your figure slotted perfectly, shadows melting together on the sheets.

You: Nooo, don’t pick me up, I’m too heavy!

Yuuji Itadori, age 26, man of all men: I picked up a car with no adrenaline when I was 15.

“Baby!” You squeal, and he turns around as a wave crashes around him, seemingly unphased by the frosty water.

“What!”

“It’s cold!”

You shiver at the feeling of water lapping at your ankles, the chill of it turning your feet playfully numb. He merely smirks back at you, eyes covered by the sunglasses nestled on his nose, and walks backwards deeper into the water. “It’s not that bad,” he calls, shrugging his arms out. “You’re just a big baby.”

“A baby who’s going back onto the towels,” you giggle, stepping backwards. He calls a quick “chicken!” out at you, but just as you open your mouth to retort, Mother Nature takes care of him, and a massive wave sneaks behind him and takes him down, panic crossing his features as his knees bend and he plops square under the water, disappearing under the waves.

You cackle at the karma, hands clutching your sides at his expense, and he comes back to the surface, at first unamused as his hair is flattened to his forehead and his sunglasses are skewed. His skin glimmers in the sun at the droplets of water clinging to his skin, his trunks are clinging to the muscles and bones of his hips and thighs; he looks ethereal, had he not just been taken down by a wave all of 14 seconds ago.

At your laugher, he shakes his head and stands, glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “You think that’s funny?” He says, annoyance in his expression but amusement in his voice. “Huh?”

“Yes,” you manage. “I do. Karma told you to shut up, and you did.”

“I’ll teach you to shut up,” he barks, and the signals in your brain cross as he starts to make a mad dash towards you, grinning. You scream and try to make a sprint away from him, but the sand is soft under your feet, and you can’t get proper footing to get away fast enough.

“NAAAAOOOOO!” You shriek, hard enough your own head hurts, as two long arms wrap around your torso and hoist you into his arms, your arms instinctively wrapping around him and legs flailing wildly. You curse his strength, the strength you love so much, for him doing this to you. “LEMME GO!”

He doesn’t listen, as he wades back into the water, and as you brace yourself for impact of being thrown in, it never comes. Instead, he lowers you both into the ocean with so much as a shiver. You whine as the chill envelopes your entire body, but he shushes you with a kiss on your cheek.

“See?” He says softly. “It’s not so bad, right?”

“C-Cold!” You clench, but your arms wrap around him tighter and you giggle, his own body cold with water, but your heart warmed with love.

He hums and nips your ear, “maybe it is just a little cold.”

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hq!: osamu, atsumu, suna, aran, hinata, kuroo, oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, sakusa (but don’t tell anyone)

bnha: kirishima, midoriya, hawks

jjk: geto, gojo, yuuji, ino

plus ur faves 🫶🏻

@reverie-starlight I know how you feel about some of these boys so I hope you don’t mind the tag 🥺

୨୧ JJK BOYS V.S. PLUSHIES

tags. gn!reader, all fluff ! what will they do when you have plushies on your bed… / author's note. these are all lowk the same just variants im sorry i #hadnomoreideas

SATORU fights every urge in his body to not punch, throw, or kick your plushies off your bed. seeing them makes him mad. the word plushies makes him want to scream, he can't even control himself. like, they get to sleep with you every night?! he hates strongly dislikes whenever you get a new plushie and show it off to him. once you leave your room, oh boy, he is punching all of your plushies one by one. and not even a light punch; he is punching as hard as he can. (in the face, mind you) he gets a little carried away, unknowingly being loud as hell, and is laughing a little. you are confused and a little worried, so you decide to go check on satoru.. and what a scene you walked into! all of your plushies are now on the ground, with the sole survivor being your favorite, still on the bed. satoru has your favorite plushie in a chokehold while he blabs about how it'll regret even being made and gives it another punch with his other hand. he hasn't noticed your presence yet due to the heat of the moment, but when he does, he awkwardly drops your plush and looks at you like nothing had happened. you burst out laughing while he mumbles how he was just “fluffing them up”.

Men who are a little bit dumb (it’s cute though), but who would do anything for you. He can’t remember any important dates, never really performed well academically, and naivety is his second name — but he is a lover.

You always have to remind him of appointments (which can be a struggle in itself since sometimes you barely remember your own). You don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times he planned a date with you only for you to gently remind him of the dentist appointment he had that same day (so many dinner reservations and concert tickets gone to waste). He always makes it up to you with an extra date the next week, lots of kisses and chocolate as a token of his appreciation for putting up with his tendency to let those kind of things slip from his mind. You don’t mind his forgetfulness though since it’s so obvious how much he loves you. In a sea of forgotten dates and appointments, he never fails to remember your birthday, important events in your career, and your anniversary. He even circles the dates in glittery red on your shared calendar, which makes you feel a little bit special.

He buys you flowers every week — or picks whatever he can find in the wild, flowers are expensive after all — he defends your honour like his life depends on it, looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, and he always takes pictures of you. He’s your number one fan and hype man. He might be a little bit of an airhead, but he knows how to treat you right and he’s far from clueless when it comes to romance.

For instance, kisses and hugs. He is a huge cuddle bug, and you’re on the receiving hand of about thirty kisses every day he spends with you; on your cheek, your forehead, your hand, your neck, your lips, there’s really no stopping him. He’s the type to make you meaningful playlists with love songs that reminds him of your relationship, buy your favourite candy and win plushies for you at the local amusement park. Movie marathons are also a go-to date-night for him. He’s the best workout buddy too, full of praise and admiration for you, hearts in his eyes. He’s all muscles and not much brain, but his heart is so pure that you couldn’t care less (plus he’s so buff, like what’s with this gorgeous man).

itadori yuuji, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, bokuto kotaro, connie springer, reiner braun, denji, shinazugawa genya, + all your favs.

Faulty Tampon

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✰ ft. choso, kento, satoru, toge, megumi, yuji

note: your tampon gets stuck and you need help!

warnings: female anatomy, cursing, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS || MDNI

“i—” yuuji swallows, lips a hair’s breadth from yours, “i’ve never done, uh, this before.” he brushes the seam of your mouth with a calloused thumb. the softness makes him sigh.

your fingers weave through his cropped locks, strands the color of a peony curled within itself, waiting (yet ready) to bloom. his honeyed gaze seeps into your own, slowing time. he’s sweet and eager and afraid; the fear looks foreign as it tugs on his boyish features.

you examine him for a moment, wondering what god you appeased to be lucky enough to lay here with yuuji. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, yuu. i’m happy to stay just like this; whatever you want, i want.”

his dark lashes flutter, focus drifting from your lips back up to your eyes. “i want you,” he rasps. “if you’ll have me. if you don’t mind, ah… helping.” his freckled cheeks burn, flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to the neck of his shirt.

“there’s nothing you could ask for that i would say no to,” you chuckle, pressing your forehead against his. he finally graces you with his brilliant smile—the one that rivals the radiance of the sun

“don’t tempt me, now.”

your lips ghost his. “i wouldn’t dream of it.”