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i6eyes · 3 months

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saint. twenty. she/they. best viewed on : true blue ! 🎐satoru's pretty gorgshus sweetheart lover (his words)

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works for haikyuu, attack on titan, and jujutsu kaisen

♡ = fluff, 𖦹 = nsfw, ✧ = crack, ✶ = most liked

✮ HAIKYUU

— sakusa kiyoomi

BLURBS

sakusa hates it when you cry ♡

sakusa doesn't say i love you ♡

contrary to popular beliefs ♡

sakusa used to hate kids ♡

all of you 𖦹

sakusa loved you with all of his heart, but .. ♡✧

sakusa loves your tits 𖦹✶

sakusa used to be insecure of his moles ♡

sakusa has never been a naturally soft person ♡✶

sakusa doesn't like the idea of toys 𖦹✶

— multiple

HEADCANONS

msby four and how they would react if you ask them to be your cameraman for your nsfw account 𖦹

RANDOM

i'm sorry if i bullied you i was tryna flirt ✧✶

✮ ATTACK ON TITAN

— jean kirstein

HEADCANONS

jean kirstein as your boyfriend (part one) ♡𖦹✶

jean kirstein as your boyfriend (part two) ♡𖦹✶

✮ JUJUTSU KAISEN

— gojo satoru

TIMESTAMPS / BLURBS

12:18 am. ♡

10:43 pm. ♡✶

2:05 am. ♡✶

cockette 𖦹

cigarettes ♡

— multiple

SERIES

code red (ft. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, and g. suguru) 𖦹

synopsis: the color red has an irresistible allure, charming and tantalizing all who gaze upon it. it exudes passion, intensity, and seduction, making it impossible to ignore. just a touch of red can ignite desire, evoke powerful emotions, and leave a lasting impression.

whether it's a bold red panty or the confidence of red nail polish, or even in a sultry shade of red lipstick or the vibrant hue of a red dress, this color has the ability to captivate and enthrall.

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#SAINTED ⋆#🌐 . . NAViGATiON #read carrd before sending an ask !

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i6eyes · 4 months

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cigarettes. gojo satoru

satoru hates cigarettes.

he hates the smell it protrudes, the way it looks, and the way it tastes (alone). the pungent odor, a nauseating blend of burnt tobacco and chemicals, assaults his nostrils and lingers in the air, leaving an indelible mark on his senses. the unsightly appearance of a cigarette, with its charred paper and crinkled filter. and the acrid taste, a sharp and biting sensation that clings to the tongue, is a flavor that he finds repugnant.

but satoru likes you.

he likes how you look, especially right after you wake up and before going to bed. when the air is still crisp and the sun has barely risen, he finds joy in the sight of your disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, a testament to the peacefulness of slumber. and as night falls and weariness seeps into your being, leaving you fatigued and drowsy, he finds you awfully endearing.

he likes the smell of you, soft and sweet. like one of those buy one take one marshmallow packs he buys from time to time at the nearest 7-eleven just a few blocks away from the dorms. a smell akin to vanilla and cotton candy, with a hint of powder and strawberry.

he can't really say that he likes the taste of you, but it seems like you would taste nice, or great; maybe even the best. even if you occasionally succumb to the urge to indulge in a cigarette, he envisions that you would embody all the delightful flavors of life, a symphony of tastes that he longs to savor.

he finds the answer one of these days, as you sit on his lap with a cigarette poised between your fingers.

the smoke curls and dances in the air, forming intricate patterns that seem to mirror the thoughts swirling in his mind. he watches as you take a long drag from the cigarette, the ember glowing brightly before fading into a smoldering ash. the smoke escapes your lips, swirling and dissipating into the atmosphere, leaving a lingering scent in its wake.

you see him staring at the stick of nicotine with his eyebrows ever so slightly scrunching.

"want a taste?" you tease, holding the cigarette out towards him, the smoke still wisping from its tip. satoru's gaze flickers between you and the cigarette, torn between his distaste for the habit and his desire to experience everything that you have to offer.

"of you?" he decides, his voice a low whisper that is barely audible over the crackling of the dying cigarette. softly swatting away your hand out of his face and opting to thumb the inside of your wrist, his eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of longing and curiosity. "been dreaming about it, angel."

with that, he closes the distance between the two of you, the wisps of smoke still swirling around you both, a testament to his eagerness. the taste of the cigarette lingers on your lips as he presses his mouth against yours, a mingling of flavors that is both intoxicating and forbidden.

satoru chastises you for being addicted to cigarettes, you chastise him for being addicted to your lips.

#SAINTED ⋆#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru imagine #gojo imagine #satoru #satoru x reader #satoru fluff

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i6eyes · 4 months

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the color red has an irresistible allure, charming and tantalizing all who gaze upon it. it exudes passion, intensity, and seduction, making it impossible to ignore. just a touch of red can ignite desire, evoke powerful emotions, and leave a lasting impression.

whether it's a bold red panty or the confidence of red nail polish, or even in a sultry shade of red lipstick or the vibrant hue of a red dress, this color has the ability to captivate and enthrall.

kiss it better ⋆ satoru gojo

satoru thinks, "what's worse than a white sundress and a red pair of underwear?" a bare fucking cunt apparently.

fancy ⋆ toji fushiguro

toji thought he knew everything about the color red, until he catches sight of its tone adorning your pretty nails.

red lipstick ⋆ kento nanami

kento adores every color that embraces your figure, but perhaps he is most enamored with the captivating shade of red when it's on your lips.

wrong ⋆ suguru geto

suguru lets you flaunt your red dress, unaware that he'll harbor the most lustful desires out of those who are pining over you.

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i6eyes · 4 months

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nails done, hair done, everything did!

toji thought he knew everything about the color red, until he catches sight of it adorning your pretty nails.

contains: nsfw, afab reader & fem terms, cursing, established relationship, unmentioned age gap (reader's in her early 20s while toji's in his 30s), soft to mean-ish toji, handjob, blowjob, throat fucking, kid / doll / and baby as pet names

notes: PHEWW, never really thought about making this red thing into a series but oh well. still grasping toji’s character in terms of writing him .. reblogs are appreciated !

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toji has been immersed in a world saturated with the color red for a long time now.

although he prefers not to delve into the specifics, he can talk at length about something else that catches his attention; your freshly painted nails.

as you utter the words "blood red," your voice carries a hint of mischief, amplifying the allure of your nails as you showcase them in front of his face. the color appears immaculately applied, standing out in stark contrast against the smoothness of your hands.

he finds himself intrigued by the polished hues of red that dance across each delicate fingertip. the intensity of the shade evokes a sense of want, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. and though he may feign indifference, deep down, his thoughts are consumed by the image of your hands, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his cock.

"so... what do you think?" you question, a mischievous glimmer dancing in your eyes, already aware of the response before the words escape your lips. the anticipation lingers in the air as you await his verdict. "it looks nice, doesn't it?"

“hmm," he pauses, his fingers expertly tracing the faint remnants of his stubble near the scar on his lips. the contemplative gesture adds an air of intrigue to his demeanor. "can't really see it properly here, kid."

"really? even with them," you giggle and show off your nails once again right in front of his face, just an inch or two away from his eyes. "being this close to you?"

"yeah, doll," he chuckles, his weathered fingers delicately enveloping one of your hands. with a playful squint, he pretends to examine the vivid pigment on your nails, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "give this old man a break, will ya?"

you let out that sweet smile toji is awfully smitten with, "of course! what can i do to make it up to you, ji?"

oh boy.

that moment feels like a distant memory now, as minutes have slipped away since then, leaving you with a new sensation coursing through your hands. the rhythmic stroking of your boyfriend's thick cock has gradually taken its toll, causing your wrists and fingers to tingle and numb from the constant motion.

"so big ji," you exhale in a dreamy whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction. the weight and size of him have left you in a state of blissful surrender, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of pleasure. to which, toji has to suppress a groan at.

"can't feel my hands anymore," you confess, a hint of breathlessness seeping into your voice.

“poor thing," he murmurs, his voice a velvety caress as he leans in closer. his large hand tenderly cradles the side of your face, his fingertips brushing against your skin with featherlight strokes. a surge of warmth spreads through you as he sweeps away the strands of hair that have fallen over your shoulder, his touch soothing and comforting for a man whose gaze alone can make people tremble.

"want me to make it feel all good again?" he whispers, his voice filled with a potent combination of what could be concern and desire.

"but you haven't—" you begin to protest, your words halted abruptly by a gentle shushing sound that escapes his lips. the man above you, his gaze unwavering, silences your words with a single gesture, his intention clear.

"shh, i got ya kid." he ushers, with his other hand, he skillfully gathers and bundles up the remaining strands of your hair, his fingers deftly weaving them into a makeshift ponytail. the sensation of his touch sends tingles down your spine, each movement deliberate and precise.

"just open your mouth and make me proud, yeah?" he murmurs, his voice a seductive melody that dances in the air. his eyes, filled with a hunger that matches your own, lock onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. the anticipation crackles between you, the air thick with the promise of pleasure.

you nod eagerly, a spark of anticipation igniting within you as you part your lips, ready to fulfill his request. with a newfound confidence, your hands, freshly manicured and adorned with meticulous care, delicately graze his thighs. the touch is electrifying, your nails leaving a trail of sensation in their wake as you surrender to the moment, eager to make him proud.

make him cum on your face and make a mess out of you after.

you obediently open your mouth and toji positions his cock on your waiting tongue, his weight settling against the warmth of your mouth. a deep sigh escapes his lips, a mixture of relief and satisfaction, as you hum in perfect harmony with the rhythmic slaps that resonate through the air.

your lips close around him, and an instinctive response takes over — you suck him in hungrily, aching to please him. your eyes, filled with a mix of lust and vulnerability, gaze up at him, silently urging him to continue. in that moment, you realize the gravity of your actions, the intensity of your desire overpowering any reservations you may have had.

little did you know, your innocent cue would lead to an absolutely destroyed throat and a bedraggled voice.

toji interprets your gaze as an invitation to unleash his fervor upon you. with a hunger that matches your own, he sees this as an opportunity to push your limits, to explore the depths of your passion.

he slides cock in halfway, teasingly savoring the sensation of your eager and accommodating warm mouth. the anticipation builds, the air thick with tension. but he doesn't hold back. with a powerful and commanding thrust, he slams the rest of himself into your waiting and pliant mouth, plunging you into a world of intense sensation and borderline pain. the force of his entry sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your core, leaving you gasping for breath, your body trembling with an insatiable hunger.

the room fills with the symphony of his cock sliding in your throat. the sound of your moans and gags intertwines with the sounds of his balls slapping against your chin, creating a sound that echoes off the walls. each movement pushes you further to the edge, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain, as the intensity of his thrusts reaches new heights.

your nails gripped his thighs, the force of your grip leaves deep, crimson imprints on the taut flesh, marking him as yours in a display of raw possession. as your fingertips dig deeper, a surge of primal energy courses through his veins, amplifying his pleasure to an almost unbearable level. the sharp sting of your nails sends shockwaves of sensation radiating through his body, igniting every nerve ending with lust.

"what a mouth, baby," he huffs, his voice dripping with a potent mix of taunting and pride. the words hang in the air like a charged electric current, igniting a fierce fire within you. "nasty mouth for a sweet thing like you."

the way he utters those words sends a shiver down your spine, a tantalizing blend of dominance and appreciation. it's as if he revels in your ability to unleash your thirst, relishing the contradiction of your sweet demeanor and the naughty depths of your desires.

his words of praise wash over you, a soft whine escapes your lips, a mixture of longing and desperation. your body yearns for the touch, the caress, the electrifying sensation that will ignite your senses and bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

each passing moment intensifies your longing, the ache building within you, begging to be quenched. the contrast between his satisfaction and your own growing desperation creates a tension, driving you to seek out the pleasure that you so desperately wish for.

"so needy," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain, sending a chill down your spine. his eyes, suddenly cold and downright cruel, lock onto yours with an intensity that leaves you trembling. the room seems to shrink in his presence, suffocating under the weight of his ill will.

the muscles in his arms ripple with strength as he braces his feet against the floor to grounding himself before thrusting into your throat for the hardest it has been since the two of you started. "guess i gotta make this as quick as i can, huh?”

#SAINTED ⋆#toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x you #toji imagine #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #toji headcanons

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i6eyes · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/i6eyes/738781954279915520/205-am-gojo-satoru-what-a-mess-you-sigh

Can u explain the claire and clementine part..my dumbass couldn't get it..

claire and clementine are your tiddies ! :DD

#answered ★#claire is your left whle clementine is the right -satoru

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i6eyes · 4 months

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decided to turn this into a series ! i already finished toji's and editing kento's right now 😸 will be doing suguru's soon 🤞

do what you gotta do, keep me up all night!

what's worse than a white sundress and a red pair of underwear? a bare fucking cunt apparently.

contains: nsfw, afab reader & fem terms, cursing, established relationship, reader wears a dress, mentions of body and pubic hair, mentions of waxing, brief oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, satoru being a simp and a menace.

notes: first time writing smut for satoru despite being in the jjk fandom for years now 😸. reblogs are appreciated, happy new year ! 🫶

you're lying peacefully on the couch and satoru's hard.

you're lying peacefully on the fucking couch, and satoru's fucking hard.

he feels like a teenage boy all over again, his heart pounding and his cock getting hard at the sight of the white sundress that does little to conceal your vibrant red panties beneath.

he can make out the outline (fuck, he sounds like a complete pervert) that you're wearing your "granny panties," the ones you usually reserve for leisurely days at home. but the color, that striking red, is unfamiliar to him. his usually infallible memory doesn't recall you owning any red underwear, even in lace.

he tiptoes towards the couch, cautious not to disrupt your tranquility. with earphones nestled in, you're slowly surrendering to slumber, lulled by the soothing whispers of a random youtube video. his presence is as gentle as a breeze, careful not to intrude on your peaceful moment.

a sudden shadow falls across you, interrupting the glow of the video playing on your screen. you pause it and shift your gaze, blinking sleepily as you turn towards the entrance of your home. your eyes meet a pair of legs first before traveling upwards. as your vision clears, a familiar face comes into view, bringing an instinctive smile to your lips.

"waiting for me, sweet thing?" satoru playfully quips from where he stands, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"and if i am?" you attempt to rise and wrap him in an eager embrace, having yearned for the solace of his arms since dawn. however, your efforts are gently thwarted as your lover gently nudges you back onto the couch. needy kisses then descends upon the bare skin of your chest.

"you look so pretty, baby." he murmurs, his lips traveling from your chest, down your stomach, and finally reaching the apex of your closed thighs.

"sat—! i'm not," you start, getting lost midway at the feeling of his lips sucking love bites all over your inner thighs. "i'm not wearing my pretty undies, babe."

and of course, you just have to say that with a pout on your pretty lips. satoru could barely feel his cock from how hard he is.

"you know i couldn't care less baby," he reassures, his lips inching closer to your core, a soft hum escaping him as he notices the prominent wet patch that adorns the center of the red fabric. "but if you'd rather i stop, just say the word.”

"i want to, but—"

then, he’s pulling down your underwear in one fluid motion.

he wishes he didn't.

"fuck," he breaths out, eyes widening at the sight of your bare cunt, swollen and sensitive all over for him. from the delicate outer and inner lips, to your sweet little clit. every inch of you seems to throb with desire. "fucking hell baby, you trying to kill me?"

you let out a short giggle, a mix of uncertainty and nervousness coloring your voice. "i got it done .. you know, waxed, a couple of days ago." you explain, your words laced with a hint of hesitation. "the waxing lady said to take it easy for a couple of days after .. that."

satoru is no stranger to pubic hair, nor is he squeamish about it or any other hair on your body for that matter. he has reminded you countless times that he doesn't mind how you choose to maintain yourself, especially in that intimate area. you've always stuck to your routine of shaving at least once a week, it had become a routine for you; so you weren't quite sure why you suddenly felt the urge to venture to the waxing salon.

"it's still kinda uhm, sensitive. that's why i'm wearing my comfy undies." you murmur, casting a nervous glance at the man who has been fixated on your exposed cunt since the moment he laid eyes on it. "do you .. like it?"

there's probably a very large wet patch of pre-cum on his slacks at this point.

so yeah, it's safe to say he likes it.

"did it hurt? does it hurt now?" he asks, trying to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor despite his unabashed admiration of the plump flesh of your cunt. "you know i really don't mind if you—"

"i know, baby. i've been telling you it's my own preference, sat." you interrupt, opening your arms to welcome him in for a brief moment. "it did sting a bit, but not as much as i anticipated. and no, it doesn't hurt now, just very—”

"sensitive?" he finishes for you, a smile grazing his lips as he leans in to give you a quick peck. "poor baby, i'll make sure to be gentle."

not a single part of his body was gentle.

his two long fingers have relentlessly hammered into the insides of your velvety walls for the past twenty minutes or so. occasionally slipping in a third finger just to elicit sweet whines out of you and feel the stretch of your poor cunt. meanwhile, his tongue dances across your clit, alternating between teasing licks and tantalizing sucks.

it was messy. countless globs of spit have fallen out of his mouth, falling right on top of your swollen clit, mixing with your cum and juices.

satoru likes his pussy wet, adding to the fact that he could see your cunt thoroughly drenched makes the thought of being gentle with you flies out of the goddamn window.

"sa—ah, s-satoru—!" with a precision that can only come from familiarity and a deep understanding of your desires, his palm finds its way to your sensitive clit. there, it rests, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers of pleasure coursing through your core while his fingers continue to abuse your insides. "m' gonna cum, fuck— m' gonna, m' gonna make a mess sat—!"

"oh yeah?" he circles his palm against your clit, earning a whimper out of you. "you promise? "

"mmph—fuck! mhm," you let out, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, as tears welled up in your eyes and trickled down your face, mingling with your hair. "i—! i promise baby! o-oh god—!"

as the waves of pleasure surged through your body, an intense release overcame you. spurts of clear liquid gushes from your cunt. the liquid cascaded over satoru's arm and torso, glistening against his warm skin as it mingled with the sheen of sweat that had formed during his ravenous activities.

the couch beneath you became a canvas as the liquid splattered across its surface, leaving behind a damp patch that seemed to pulse with the lingering heat of your connection.

even the red panties, forgotten in the heat of the moment, bore witness to the passion that unfolded. the delicate fabric, haphazardly hung over the arm of the couch, became adorned with droplets of the clear liquid.

"good girl, baby." your lover places an array of open mouthed kisses all over your face, tracing a path of desire, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. "what a fucking angel. think you could take my cock next?”

#babbles ☆#i'm milking the hell out of the sudden burst of motivation i've been having #a little gift for when i become ia bcs my midterms are coming soon :((

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i6eyes · 4 months

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2:05 am. gojo satoru

"what a mess," you sigh, shaking your head in bemused affection as you take in satoru's disheveled state. his body is sprawled across yours; his head finding a comfortable resting place against the softness of your stomach, while his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though afraid you might disappear.

"yur sho pretty babe," he mumbles, the words slurred but filled with a child-like sincerity. his voice is a low rumble against your skin, sending a warm tingle down your spine. and although the baby blues of his eyes are slightly glazed over from the alcohol, they still hold a look of pure adoration as they meet yours. "sho gorgshus."

"thank you baby," you giggle, unable to scold him for drooling on your shirt like a child. normally, you would say something, but you decide to save it for when he's sober. "you're wetting my shirt, though."

"oh noooo!" his eyes widening in mock horror as he quickly springs up from his comfortable perch on your tummy. the throbbing headache that had led him to collapse on top of you is momentarily forgotten, his focus now solely on rectifying the situation.

"let's take it off then!" he ushers with an eager enthusiasm, his charming boyish grin spreading across his face like a radiant sunrise. he lifts the hem of your shirt in a hurry, as if the mere thought of undressing you is a thrilling adventure, a shared secret between the two of you.

despite your best efforts, the allure of a man in the throes of love, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol, is a force that cannot be easily ignored. it wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you closer and blurring the lines between reason and desire. within seconds, you find yourself beneath him, breathless from the fits of giggles he's elicited while removing your shirt.

"looking reaaal nice baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the spot beneath your ear and down to your neck. "claire and clementine."

who in god's name is claire and clementine?

confused, you use the hand that was previously caressing his hair to gently tug his head up, only to find his eyes fixated on your chest.

"claire and clemen— oh my god. satoru!"

#SAINTED ⋆#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojo blurb #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru blurb #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk blurb

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i6eyes · 4 months

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do what you gotta do, keep me up all night!

satoru thinks, "what's worse than a white sundress and a red pair of underwear?" a bare fucking cunt apparently.

contains: nsfw, afab reader & fem terms, cursing, established relationship, reader wears a dress, mentions of body and pubic hair, mentions of waxing, brief oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, sweet thing / baby / angel as pet names, satoru being a simp and a menace.