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NOW LANDING : kei tsukishima ! — ‧₊˚⋅𖤐

hq blurb: kei tsukishima and those damn fingers mmhhdhmmfhm

warnings: nsfw, fingers. hands . and i’m not sorry FEM READER

there’s something about kei tsukishima’s fingers that can make anyone fall apart. that anyone is you.

he’s just so damn mean with the way he pushes you down on the bed, placing his digits at the plump of your lips. waiting for you to just give in.

“open up,” he says, smirk present on his face.

who are you to refuse? letting his slender fingers pass into your mouth, playing with your tongue and dancing above your throat. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth, and wetness starts to soak the inside your underwear .

after his had his fill of your mouth, he uses the spit on his fingers to run down to your breasts. pinching and flicking the nips slowly, teasingly. as your mouth opens in a sigh, he brings his lips to yours, mapping out your face with his. you lean your head back from the kiss as lets one of his hands wander farther down, past your belly.

he skates his nails along the inside of your thigh, making you whine in impatience. it brings him to snicker, watching you writhe over the idea of his fingers inside of you. bringing it down to your heat, he touches over the wet spot. pressing at it for a second, looking at your expression. when you twitch and look at him in desperation, he smiles.

“you’re pathetic. do you know that? i bet you can’t even make it a day without drooling over the thought of me touching you. am i right?”

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NOW LANDING : megumi fushiguro! — ‧₊˚⋅𖤐

jjk headcannons: sfw megumi fushiguro as ur bf <3

warnings: none .

megumi fushiguro is not one for meaningless relationships. when he likes someone, he really really likes them. sees them for who they are, and who they will be. it’s never a quick one and done with him.

that’s why, when kugisaki and itadori tease you about telling him your feelings—you don’t really want to. it’s not that you don’t like megumi, god you really do. you just don’t believe it. he just doesn’t seem.. like that kind of guy?

after a movie night with the three of them, kugisaki and itadori giggled as they left the two of you in the dark common room, making smooching faces when only you could see.

sitting there with him, it felt like your heart was imploding in on itself, going for the olympic gold medal in cardiac gymnastics. and he was just sitting there, long beautiful eyelashes facing toward the tv. pointed eyes turn towards you as he asks what you would like to watch next, if you’re not tired.

“can i kiss you?” you ask.

his eyes widen and face flushes. squinting and you for a second, then looking away. a hand comes up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“…yeah,” he responds.

and it’s all the confirmation you need to crawl towards him slowly, placing your hands on face and shoulder. a small peck, lasting long enough to make you smile. you let your eyes fall across all of his face when you pull back, taking in all of him.

from there on out, you two find more and more excuses to kiss on each other. every time letting those kisses be longer, deeper. one of the days he asks you a very important question.

“will you be my girlfriend? i, ive never really done anything like this before, but i really like you. a lot. and i don’t want you to go away,” he asks, murmuring the last part and then chewing on his lip to ease his nerves.

throwing your arms around him and kissing him all over you accept! his arms find purchase around your waist as he hugs you tight, closing his eyes in relief.

“thank you.”

from there on out, you figure out the relationship stuff together. he is very shy when it comes to showing affection, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. in fact, he just wants it to be perfect every time, so he overthinks until he doesn’t end up doing anything at all.

the best way to communicate with him is to tell him what you like.

“megumi, i like it when you hold my hand. it makes me feel safe.”

“megumi! i love this gift. it’s so thoughtful. i’m very happy.”

“megumi, it’s okay to lay down with me. i like it when we lay together. is that okay?”

talks that start with that help him come out of his shell, and feel more confident expressing his care for you.

he likes taking you on dates away from jujitsu high, where he can pretend that his life is a bit normal. holding your hand as you two walk through streets, listening to you while a sweet tinge of pink adorns his cheeks and a smile graces his lips.

he lets you paint his nails, preferably a color that matches him. he would let you paint them pink or whatever color you wanted if you really gave him puppy dog eyes. however, he loves when you meet in the middle and try and find ways to bring him into all your activities— like finding the moodiest shade of blue to color his nails with.

megumi says doesn’t need approval from anyone, but it matters to him a lot that gojo likes you. when he first mentions taking you on a date, gojo jumps up with joy. he asks if he can help in any way, and is so so proud of megs for putting himself out there. when he shows up at your house with flowers for your mom, they are straight from gojos card.

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NOW LANDING : levi ackerman ! — ‧₊˚⋅𖤐

nighttime thoughts w canon verse levi

warnings: slight spoilers for most of the show.! text alluding to sexual behavior, but all sfw

levi ackerman is not a very physically affectionate person, but he is a physically protective person. he’s strong, and he knows it. when the two of you sleep at night, he sleeps closest to the door. he also keeps a knife under his mattress, something he learned from his days in the underground. (he used to keep it under his pillow, but it almost chopped your face off during sex once and it’s been banished from the top side of the bed.)

in the beginning of your relationship, he’s very stiff. hardened muscle that you try to relax in. good luck. you break the ice one time by asking if could give him a massage, which immediately causes him to melt. it’s now a tradition for hard days for him.

he likes to shower with you before bed. nothing sexual, mainly, just domestic. he likes cleanliness, and he likes keeping you clean. makes him feel in control. he also enjoys brushing or combing your hair before bed as well, letting his practiced fingers thread through to pull it back. something he used to do with isabel. if you two ever had children, it would be his routine with them as well.

has a hard time sleeping. but he’s physically able to complete the task (lol?) sleeping with someone else helps him. the routine of being in a relationship with someone sharing a bed aids him in his rest.

he now has a hard time being away from that routine. on longer missions, he takes the longest patrol to avoid sleeping. on his mission to supervise zeke, he told himself every day how much longer it would be before he could come home to you. one month, three weeks, two weeks, one week, so on.

he has reading glasses. fuck they’re hot too. he wears them around bedtime but NEVER AROUND ANYONE ELSE. they come into his life when he gets older. (omfg slightly grey levi w glasses im wet)

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NOW LANDING : jean kirstein ! — ‧₊˚⋅𖤐

blurb: being comforted while watching fireworks w modern!jean :)

warnings : none!!!! shy!reader? i guess

thinking about jean excitingly asking you to see fireworks, his plan being wanting to kiss you for the first time. you two have been dating for a small bit, but neither of you has worked up the courage to kiss yet. jean is too afraid to make you uncomfortable, and you feel like you’re sweating buckets every time you attempt. you figure it will come naturally, and don’t stress yourself about it.

so when he asks you to see fireworks, you accept. however, you didn’t account for how loud and in your face the spot he picked would be. as soon as the blanket went down and you two sat, you started flinching. it wasn’t that you didn’t like fireworks, they were definitely pretty, it’s just that every pop fills your ears with ringing and the sizzles are warm enough to make you sweat. you were uncomfortable, but this was something jean wanted to do.

you tried to suck it up as more and more fireworks came into the sky, looking around at everyone else enjoying themselves. kids playing, couples kissing. tears started to prick in your eyes at the thought of tearing jean away from this event. he really wanted to go you just—

“are you good?” jean asks.

when you turn your head to face him again, worry finds home across his facial features. he notices the corners of your eyes starting to wet, and his eyebrows immediately shoot up.

“babe, what’s wrong? what can i do?” he questions, moving closer to you.

you shove your face in your hands as you start to actually cry. fuck. you didn’t want to upset him at all. he’s not upset, you tell yourself, just be honest. before you work up the courage to pull yourself back to reality, he has you on your feet. he slowly pulls your hands from your eyes, and gently places them over your ears. he quickly gathers the rest your shared items and the blanket, tucking them under his arm then returning to you. he places his other arm on your back, leading you towards the parking lot.

when the two of you reach his car, he places everything inside of it, and then motions for you to step back. he backs his car in the direction of the fireworks, gets out, pulls open his trunk, and pats the space beside him. you slowly remove your hands and walk towards him

“is this better? i don’t want you to have to miss out on watching them. just cus it makes you nervous, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to admire them,” he says.

you smile and thank him, letting yourself admire the sky explosions from afar. you let yourself become immersed in the swirls of color, content with watching them from here. after a while, you notice someone doesn’t even have his eyes on the fireworks anymore, and you turn your head to look at him. a smile adorns his face, warm and familiar.

“can i… can i kiss you? you don’t have to say yes, i just.. want to. yknow, if you want to as well,” he asks.

your eyes widen at jeans question, but you’re not scared. clenching your hands in anxiety, you nod. he takes it as confirmation as he places his hand on your face, leaning in slowly.

POP!

both of you pull back, and look as the fireworks begun their finale. one after the other, the loudest and biggest fireworks were all shot up in quick secession. jean looks over your face for worry, and slowly takes his hands and places them over your ears.

“don’t worry, i’ve got ya,” he says.

you smile as the comforting null returns, leaning into one of his hands. smiling, you dip back for the kiss, letting them stay protecting your ears.