#HES SO LITTKE

[wrathofrats]

He’s SO FUCKING TINY OH MY GOD

[rayveneyed]

cw: smut / cisfem!reader / scent kink

something nobody ever considers about satoru gojo is that he’s very particular about scents.

it’s a weird side effect of the six eyes that is rarely ever spoken of, by him or any other; along with his fantastical sight, his ability to distinguish minute details kilometres away, to read the ever-twisting flow of cursed energy, yadda yadda yadda — the extrasensory perception he was granted the second two gametes fused into a zygote had skyrocketed every perceptible sensation above the level of the average human. leagues above the level of not-so-average humans, too, but that’s a story for another time.

beneath the slightly dusty smell of skin cells and flesh, each person is different. diet and exercise play a huge part, of course, but then there’s the more obvious things — perfume, toiletries, surroundings. nanami always smells like paper and sandalwood. nobara, sweet and fruity, with a sneaky undertone of something synthetic — something almost hospital-like. yuji smells like grass and citruses, like he’s just popped open a can of something fizzy and caffeinated on the lawns of jujutsu tech. but if he had to choose a favourite…

“could — could you, um—”

one really must forge their own little bits of happiness in this line of work. the constant death and despair really puts a damper on one's lust for life. for gojo — sweets, cute little figures, themed cafes and expensive cakes, things that pleasantly appeal to and delight each one of his six senses. you, in a similar way, enjoy the finer things in life — cashmere and vicuña wool, luxury furniture for your top-floor apartment, century-old wines with names you cannot pronounce — and, to gojo's delight, perfumes.

oh, you have one for every day of the year, he's sure. white florals bursting with zesty citrus, bergamot and black tea when the weather cools. there's fluffy vanillas and sugar-sweet marshmallows, tempered with the smooth depth of sandalwood. osmanthus seeping with syrupy apricots and and peaches. cloves and nutmeg and cypress for the days when the clouds split open and tokyo turns grey.

with your back pressed against the couch and gojo flush against you, hips slotted between your pillowy thighs, he's able to dig his nose right into the curve of where your jaw meets your neck, exactly where you spritz your perfume every morning. today, it's one of those delicious, good-enough-to-eat type of smells; white chocolate and macadamia nut and — fuck, he almost moans against you. sugar and spice and everything nice — you smell like everything he's ever wanted to gorge himself on. he's reminded of the cheap, strawberry body spray you used to use back in high school — how the scent would catch on his nose when you walked past, how it lingered on his jacket when you brushed against him. he shivers.

he lifts his lips from your skin — lifts his nose from the cradle of your neck to give you a distracted, slightly disgruntled, "huh? what?"

it's only without the smell of you clouding his nose that he suddenly realises that you're squirming against him — the heat of your clothed pussy pressing against his hardened cock, layers of cotton and denim and linen between you both leaving you with only the slightest, most irksome hint of pleasure. even with his blindfold fastened over his eyes, it's all so much.

"just — i need something," you say, exasperated. your forehead's dewy with sweat, glasses slipping down the bridge of your pretty nose. "you've been at this for ages."

"ah, my bad." but he doesn't stop. how can he tear himself from your warmth, the heat of you radiating from your skin, your arms wound around his neck and fingers in his hair? how can he leave even a single inch of space between you, when your chest is heaving with excitement and the musky sweetness of your arousal is reaching his nose? he satisfies both your needs for stimulation with slow, curling rolls of his hips, dull pleasure tingling up his spine and leaving him shuddering. "i thought you were more patient."

"you — you're the one that dragged me in here," you say, even as your breathing gets heavier, even as your head falls back with a whine, baring the column of your neck to his greedy, seeking nose. "i told you i have plans, so unless you—!"

"alright, alright," he concedes, though all of your arguments about the time have been half-hearted at best. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you — real good care."

"you sound like such a sleaze when you say stuff like that."

"mhm." for a moment, he lifts his head — and he doesn't have to look at his reflection mirrored in your eyes to know that his pupils are blown wide, his cheeks flushed pink. you're not much better off — for all your whining and posturing, your proverbial claws aren't much more dangerous than those of a scrappy little kitten. beneath it all, your breathing is laboured, your blood vessels dilated. you smell sweeter, like your body is a ripening fruit or blooming flower, opening for him. your blood rushing to the surface of your skin, heating up the fragrance oils still dotted along your flesh, turns it all heady and head-dizzying.

you want him — you can deny it all you want, but he can see it clear as day. the reminder sends what little blood remains in his head straight to his cock.

"you smell sweet," satoru says, blank and dumb. "when you're horny."

for a moment, you pause. embarrassment — and arousal, though you probably won't admit it — has you locking up. a hint of bitterness turns your fragrance — like burning chocolate — before you huff suddenly, smacking at him until he begins to back up. "oh, my god — you're so shameless, satoru—"

"no, i'm serious! h—hey, stop!" he argues, wriggling until he's back in your good graces again. he dips his head to your skin again, teasing you with little nips along your neck. you'll see the bruises it leaves tomorrow and demand he make it up to you with sweets that he'll just have to eat with you, earrings that glimmer in garnet. for now, though, he’ll get a little serious.

"you get a little sweeter when you cum too, y'know," satoru coos. he tugs at his blindfold, blinking as unfettered light filters into his retina. it's sensory overload, overstimulating and overwhelming, but it's exactly what he wants: to see you, feel you, taste you, smell you — be engulfed by you in every way he can. as if drawn there, his hand sneaks between the tight fit of your bodies, slipping under the hiked-up hem of your skirt and petting at your underwear — soaked, as he’d expected, coating the tips of his fingers. "like syrup. i wanna smell you like that.”

his tongue peeks out over your pulse point, touch reaching up and up and up to that fantastic little ball of nerves he adores. you let out a moan so loud that even he’s taken aback. giddiness bubbles in the pit of his stomach — giddiness, horniness, it’s all the same to him — and he shoves his nose so hard into your skin he swears it’ll bruise. ah, there it is. he’s barely even touched you, too. it’ll be even better when he does.

“g—god, you’re horrible,” you say, arching into him, like you can’t bear to be apart for even a second.

“me?” satoru laughs. you’re distracting from the task at hand, though he usually doesn’t mind. he can’t help but respond, giving you your own attitude back a thousandfold. it’s just now, when it’s been so long since he’s gotten his fill of you, he’s just… a little impatient... “oi, don’t get all embarrassed — you always get so mean.”

“then stop saying things like that, and i won’t have to be — a—ah!”

satoru suckles at the cold-hardened flesh he’s just taken in his mouth — your mouth falling open in wonder and your chest heaving as he takes your nipple between two dull rows of teeth, humming. between his fingers and his mouth, you’ll soon be rendered almost completely silent, shuddering and twitching in what he knows will be a strong, satisfying orgasm — sweet with sweat, salt and musk gathering between your legs. looking up at him with glassy eyes and calling his name. his mouth waters.

he better get a move on, though: you have plans, after all.

[this-is-specifically-for-art]

Literally fucking horribly obsessed with @eyembby 's horror Halloween costume art it makes me so physically ill if I don't imagine and draw it

[rozeliyawashereyall]

ungators your Timothy

He's a hunter now /hj

@obsidian-lantern

[tobyscloset]

I finally drew my jwcc oc into chaos theory!! :3 // based off the quote/saying; "People tend to cut their hair after traumatic experiences." // Kipper H. Wilson!!!

[glfry]

Giggles hi my beautiful royal with identity issues

[Image ID in alt text]

[spotaus]

Posting this wip incase I don't get around to coloring it anytime soon, but here's my take on my silly Shape-shifting Monster oc Pretender in a universe where the Shape-shifting is too op and so I had to nerf him! (It's my own au, I do what I want- It's great for Worldbuilding-)

[allmightyscroll-swag]

Alas- Everyone, welcome to my silly little separated au! I haven't seen anyone put Donnie with the Foot Clan yet, so I thought I might as well do it myself

Four's ref :D

This au doesn't have a set name yet, (considering 'Code Name: Violet Skies) ((feel free to give suggestions!!) but in short;

Four, after being yoinked from the streets by the Foot Clan at age 13, becomes their local mechanic/inventor/repair man. Most of the time, The Foot provides him schematics and materials, and he's left to do the rest. Other than that, he's actively a Recruit, going on patrols and attempting to earn his worth to become a full member.

And truly, after being with Draxum, life here is a dream! The Foot is so nice to him and showers him with praise and care as long as he's useful. Its all he ever wanted, y'know?

[seokmatthewz]

SEOK MATTHEW ✧ BOYS PLANET EP.10

[harvestmoth]

cursing my friend

[caasey]

Just woke up from a dream where i died and became deaths assistant (or like favorite?) in the afterlife, and then i knew what happened after death (which was just nothing, though there are some other afterlifes, it just depends on who you were, though, its mostly the nothing thing, theres like one where its a room with other people),

And then i found out my dad died shortly after i died (suicide) , and i saw his ghost on a reflection of a door, and i started to panic, cause i didnt see him die, and i knew he'd get the nothing afterlife

So then i asked death (who was played by a friend if mine) if i could have a whole new afterlife for my loved ones (he already made a afterlife just for me, so it was me asking him to make another one, spoiled ahh) and he said sure (which was nice cause he was like something like galactus where he axtually didnt like me, or he was like some world ender or something that just ot promoted to death, just managed to manipulate him i guess) ,

And i thought about my mom, who was still alive, and i thought about how i would still let her in my new afterlife even after everything she did to me, even with how much i hated her, cause i didnt like the thought of her being in the nothing void

And then i woke up so like good fucking morning i guess??

[stars-n-spice]

When Wrecker wears his helmet like this:

Breathe if you agree.

[leyyvi]

is gamer levi a one-shot or does it have multiple ch? i’m so curious about what the gamer levi fic is about especially considering the filth you mention *eagerly waits for filth*

It's a one shot I've been working on slowly but I keep coming up with plot ideas for it and then back tracking so djgjfjsjfjfe idk I'm trying to keep it to one or 2 parts at most. I have 2 different directions I've thought about it going in and have them half written out I'm just indecisive 😔

[jakejeffreyperalta]

LISTEN. LISTEN. absolutely NO hate to the show i think they are doing a wonderful job and the casting is absolutely perfect but book zoya would make show zoya CRY. book nikolai's personality would make show nikolai's personality look like a piece of cardboard. show darkling would violently throw up for days if he ever encountered book darkling. the only person who is actually better in the show is mal 😭

[berryclan-and-friends]

Seasight

She/her

Warrior + Representative of the Dogs

Adoptive sister to (younger than) Morningthroat and (older than) Jackalcry

Apprentice days

Berryclan symbol, the Dogs/Small Dogs symbol

Other side

Technically ISN’T with the Dogs, however is incredibly close to them. She enjoys learning about their cultures and is the cat Berryclan sends to trade with them. She is always welcome there, particularly by the younger cat Mark however (basically) all love her there

Friends with Lightningtiger, Thrushglare, and Scott

Not added on the notes in drawing:

Massive lesbian

ALSO SHE HAD BIGGER PUPILS AS TIME GOES ON, she has trouble seeing and light sensitivity

Small but GOLLY she can pack a swing. Still weaker than her brothers, but they’re just ridiculously strong

Benefit to traveling with the Dogs is sometimes they teach her random fighting tactics and make her train while she’s there (they worry about her)

[somewhereelse-inphinity]

"I mean, it's fine if you wanna talk to me"

*oH IT TALKS-*

"I- OH- yknow what. i dont-" [SIGH]

"Alright then, im Martin Teacup! nice to- meet you, crow? :)"