and i think it's such a perfect analogy because despite looking like he could punch a bear to submission (he probably could, to be honest), i bet this man would playfully take your hand into an impromptu slow dance (or perhaps even a full blown waltz if you're up to it) whenever you complain about having nothing to do while you visit his office.

a/n: wheeeew this is definitely making me miss public transportation

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[ITADORI YUUJI]

Itadori blinks. He swore he was just talking to you a few minutes ago, but now your head is settled halfway on his shoulder. In fact, he’s surprised you’d managed to land it there, because for a second, it looked like you were going to miss entirely and jar yourself awake. There’s a smile building on his lips, and he’s not sure how long it’s been there, but now he can’t stop grinning. He’s all too aware of the way his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest, and he makes sure to wrap a gentle arm around you because he’s a little worried that you’ll roll off your seat.

[FUSHIGURO MEGUMI]

Fushiguro’s eyes widen. He’s bewildered that you’ve chosen to fall asleep on his shoulder of all things, because he didn’t think he was that comfy of a pillow in the first place. He’s concerned and tries to adjust his jacket to make it a little softer against your cheek, but he can’t deny that maybe the reason he’s searching for so many things to do is because he’s flustered. He won’t ever make a big deal about it when you wake up (he doesn’t want to embarrass you), but it’s always cute to see the soft expression that isn’t quite covered up when he nudges you awake.

[KUGISAKI NOBARA]

Kugisaki flushes. She denies to anyone who mentions it that there’s heat rising to her face, but she also can’t help the half smile bunching at the corners of her lips as she basks in the pride that you fell asleep on her shoulder. The very thought of it makes her heart swell, and she keeps stealing little glances at you in hopes of capturing this moment into memory. She’ll talk about you to anyone who’ll listen, and it’s obvious to those who overhear her that she adores you. When you wake up, she’ll definitely pretend to be irritated, but you know her well enough to know she doesn’t mean it.

[GOJOU SATORU]

Gojou laughs. He always playfully threatens to sharpie a mustache and other designs onto your face if you ever fall asleep on him again, but each time you do, he never follows through. He’s definitely amused at the expression on your face and the way your mouth is hanging open, but he doesn’t bother you, and even feels the smallest bit touched that you’re resting your head on his shoulder. He won’t tell you that he leans his head against yours just a little bit, and he also won’t tell you that he might even like it when you cuddle up against him.

[SHOKO IEIRI]

Shoko smirks. She told you that you’d fall asleep on the trip home, but you didn’t listen. So she leans her head against yours and snaps a selfie, promising to show it to you when you wake up. She removes the earbuds from your ears to tie them into a neat ribbon because she knows all too well that you hate when they get tangled up. Despite everything, she’s relieved that you’re taking precious down-time to rest, and she leans over to press a light peck to your temple.

[NANAMI KENTO]

Nanami raises an eyebrow. From the way you’ve fallen asleep with your head tilted downwards, he knows there’s nothing to be gained except disrupted sleep and a terrible knot in your neck. He gently nudges you backwards, taking care not to jar your head as it falls to rest against his shoulder. He tells himself that the constant worry he has for your well-being is because he wants you to be comfortable. But deep down, he knows he’s lying. I mean, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

[SUKUNA]

Sukuna scoffs. He thinks it’s a little pathetic that you’ve fallen asleep, especially with someone like him, but he rolls his eyes and obliges. He tells himself he’ll give you hell for it when you wake up, but for now, he can enjoy the warmth of your head against the crook of his neck. It’s a special moment that he promises will never happen again, but he can’t help but realize that the domesticity of this is something so mundanely peaceful, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt something like this before. And when he says this, it isn’t a bad thing.

[YOSHINO JUNPEI]

Junpei blushes. He can’t stop the smile that tugs at his lips as he feels the weight of your head against his shoulder. The affection present in his gaze is something that he wouldn’t normally show you in person, but right now, it’s glowing behind his eyes. He’s all too aware of the intimacy of this moment, and he feels so happy to be able to protect someone else for the first time in a while.

[ZEN’IN MAKI]

Maki rolls her eyes. She knows you’re going to drool on her, but for some reason, she doesn’t feel the urge to nudge your head off her shoulder. Maybe it’s because you feel so warm, or maybe it’s because the little snores that escape your mouth are surprisingly endearing, or maybe it’s something else entirely. Maki fights to keep the smile from spreading on her face, and she sighs and closes her own eyes, muttering that if you’re going to sleep, then she might as well take a quick nap, too.

[INUMAKI TOGE]

Inumaki tries not to wake you up. He can’t help but want to reach over and poke your face, or even bring his finger closer and closer to your eyelid until you blink in irritation and wake up. If he’s being honest, he misses the casual banter that you’ve both been keeping up with over text. But, he also thinks you look exhausted, so he takes the phone out of your grasp before you drop it, tucking it into your satchel so you won’t lose it. And as he’s doing nothing and gazing out the window, even he can’t ignore how warm it feels to have you next to him.

[OKKOTSU YUUTA]

↳ featuring : nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues 

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 17 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hello~ Couls I request Nanami and his wife headcannons on his day off? i’m starved for Nanamin content and I love what you’ve written for him!

↳ barista’s notes : so this is the last headcanon for now on the ‘coffee orders in working’ list (wip list) and i will now be moving on to the imagine that i have listed on there as well  ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／woop woop! but right now, it is 3am and i shall be going to sleep - i say that but i might continue watching ‘Court Cam’ because i legit just stumbled upon it on youtube and now i am intrigued with the show ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again anytime soon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

⤷ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

⤷ warnings : grammar issues

⤷ form : headcanons

⤷ published : 20 august

⤷ pronouns : not mentioned

⤷ coffee order : Hey! good to see you’re okay and taking orders!💞💞 I wanted to order a classic black coffee, headcanons, from itadori, megumi, gojo and nanami with a reader who is generally serious and a very strong and fearless sorcerer of curses, which in general always seems to be composed, the boys find reader with tears falling down her face and ask what happened, when reader responds she says she misses her mother who unfortunately died when she was a child. Overall reader who is normally composed appears sad and crying and the boys comfort her.

⤷ barista’s notes : well i’m back to writing after an extremely weird period of time and ready to fix up some coffee orders (also to the customer, i left out some of your request to not trigger some people and i hope that is okay with you) thank you all so much for being patient and i hope you enjoy this cup of coffee ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

✦ catching you masturbate w/ kazuha, itto, venti, ayato

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, voyeurism, mutual masturbation (kazuha), dry humping (venti), nipple play (venti), cunnilingus (itto), squirting (itto) degradation (ayato), toys (ayato), overstimulation (ayato), unedited

genshin men masturbating to you

feat. zhongli, kaeya, scaramouche, thoma, albedo

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, male masturbation, fantasies, monsterfucking adjacent (zhongli), breeding (zhongli), creampie (zhongli),  dacryphila (kaeya), semi-public sex (kaeya, scaramouche), blowjob (scaramouche), implied face-fucking (scaramouche), pantyjob (thoma), reader wears lacy panties (thoma), dry humping (albedo), established relationships, unedited

✵ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

✵ 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫

✵ 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

✵ 𝐋𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

✵ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 (𝐍𝐏𝐂𝐬)

( *I accidentally did neutral SS, so I hope that’s okay!   I haven’t done an imagine in a while, but I somehow got 23 new followers in three days??  I don’t know how 300+ of you guys have found my Fallout blog, but hello!  I’m glad you’re here!   This one got long, so it’s mostly under a cut.)

Nick Valentine:

“I’ve gotta tell you, I don’t like this plan one bit,” the detective admitted, anxiously fidgeting his mechanical hand along his pockets in search of a smoke.  Did he smoke the last one while they were building the damned contraption?  Chain smoking while stressed just happened to be one of the personality quirks he could thank ol’ Nicky for, and now, it was making him jittery.  

Or maybe he just didn’t want to admit how stressed he was over the idea of this plan going awry.  

“If you get vaporized right here, then all of this was for nothing,” he pressed, before realizing his voice had taken on a hard edge when their shoulders straightened.  He amended it by adding, “There’s gotta be some other way – something we didn’t think about yet.”

They shook their head, staring straight ahead at the platform.  “We both know this is the only way, Nick,” they replied, patient and even.  Nick tried to keep his hand still.  

“Even if it does work, I can’t go with you.  No one can.  And you’ve only seen a fraction of what the Institute’s capable of.”  The words tumbled out of him before he could sensor himself.  They turned then, looked right at him, and smiled.  It was a shadow of the reassuring grin he’d seen directed at him and countless others along the way; they were just as scared about this as he was.

“They have Shaun,” the survivor murmured, barely above a whisper.   “This is our only shot at getting him back.”

Nick fell silent for a moment, before sucking in a deep breath. He needed to be the reassuring one; instantly, he regretted ever voicing his doubts.   They weren’t anything that they weren’t already thinking, and yet, they were prepared to go anyway.  “I know.  And if there’s anyone that can pull this off, it’s you.  I’d wager that every time, partner.”

Their smile regained some of its luster, and they reached into one of their pockets and then pressed something into his metallic hand.  “I’ll be right back, and I’ll have answers,” they vowed, and then they stepped onto the platform, and he watched as they disappeared from sight like something from a sci-fi comic.  

He unfurled his fingers; they’d placed a cigarette in his hand.  With something between a laugh and a scoff, he lit it up, stuck it between his lips, and muttered, “I’ll hold you to that.”

Days passed with growing anxiety among the others and the Sanctuary settlement.    Everyone tried to keep busy, to not think that their leader had just been vaporized before their eyes or was being held captive by the wasteland boogeymen.  Nick kept busy, but vigilant; he didn’t need sleep, so he stayed close to the platform, waiting for them to keep their word.

When they finally did, it was the dead of the night, and he was nearly done chain-smoking another pack.  They weren’t standing on the platform, but in the middle of the street, their head down.  He stood and made his way to them, relief coursing through him.  

“Hey, you made it back in one piece, after all!” he called out, his tone light.  However, when they turned to him, he saw the weight on their shoulders, the solemn look on their face.  And it’s then that he realized they didn’t have Shaun.

“I don’t know what to do,” they mumbled.

Nick reached out, hesitantly setting a hand on their shoulder.  He moved closer, fearing the worst.  “Was your son…?”  

They shook their head immediately.  “He’s there.  He’s safe.  It’s just…”  Their throat got tight and they trailed off, shaking their head in lieu of words.

Nick squeezed their shoulder and started urging them toward the house.  “C’mon.  Let’s get inside.  We’ll figure it out together.”

(rest under a cut)

Hancock was a difficult man to read.

Whenever she flirted with him, he always made a comment about fantasies, winked, or laughed it off with a dirty joke.  She couldn’t tell if he felt the same way, if he just wanted a one-night stand, or if he was just flirty by nature, and that extended to her.

His casual touches lingered when they were around one another, and he had told her that he respected her.  That statement carried a good deal of weight coming from the mayor of Goodneighbor.  But even so, she didn’t know if that extended past platonic feelings and physical attraction. 

So, she decided to gather her courage one night and confess.

The first time she crawled into his bed, they’d both been high as a skyscraper on Mentats and Jet.  She’d just come back from using the relay into the Institute, and whatever she’d seen inside… seemed to be something she wanted to forget.  He didn’t push her to talk about it, but he did offer her something to take the edge off.

She’d kissed him that night, her fingers curled into his coat in pure desperation.  He’d fantasized about the feeling of her lips on his for months now, but he’d never acted on those impure thoughts.  She was a good person – too good for the hand she’d been dealt – and she could do much better than a ghoul like him.

But he gave in for a little while, and the Jet seemed to stretch the moment so much longer.  Her skin was so smooth under his touch; she hadn’t been in the Commonwealth long enough to have it weathered by the elements.  There was a scar here or there, puckered skin that left her forever marked by her travels, but it paled in comparison to his radiation-ravaged body.  

He stopped her when she reached for his zipper, murmured something about leaving her wanting more.  When she started to come down, she fell asleep on his chest, and the next day, she acted like her usual self again – radiant, hell-bent on bringing change to the Commonwealth and helping those in need.

When night fell, however, she always found herself back in his bed.  At first, it was just sleeping, tangled in one another’s arms, but it evolved over the consecutive days.  Hancock gave in when she admitted that she loved him– him of all people! – and lived out the fantasies he’d had whirling in his head ever since he joined her little band of misfits.  He loved her, too, and desperately hoped it wasn’t all an extended bad chem trip.

And then the next night, she didn’t come to his bed.

He waited in the house he’d fixed up in Sanctuary, one that was directly across from the house she used as her own.  She didn’t go into hers much, he’d discovered; instead, she seemed restless whenever they stayed there for very long.  Codsworth had clued him in, told him that she used to live here – and in that very house – which explained why she looked so natural and out-of-place here at the same time.  

He checked the window and noticed that there was still a light on at her house.  Maybe she just needed some time to herself; he could understand that.  He wasn’t the type of guy that crowded someone.

… But dammit, he had gotten used to the feeling of her cheek pressed against his chest, to waking up and looking down at her hair, to the sleepy smile and puddle of drool she’d leave on his rumpled shirt.  

Not to mention that after last night, he was eager for Round 8.

So, he talked himself into crossing the broken asphalt and knocking on her front door.  There was nothing wrong with checking on her.  And if she wanted to sleep alone, there was nothing wrong with that.  

And if she was having second thoughts, there was nothing wrong with that, either.  

*ask meme.

When they discover they’re got a crush:  As a ghoul, he’s not one to pursue serious relationships himself.  If it’s a superficial crush, he’ll try to put on the charm and have some drinks or get ‘em in bed.  

But if it’s with someone he really cares about…. he keeps his mouth shut.  

How they confess/hint:Hancock’s flirty by nature, but he’ll ramp it up when he has feelings for someone.  If it’s a casual crush, he’ll be direct, but otherwise, he’ll just be his usual self– but perhaps with a few prolonged touches.

Big gestures of love:Being particularly domestic or opening up.  Also, cutting back on the chems if they bother them.  He’ll also be more protective of them.

Little gestures of love:Letting them wear his hat and/or coat, and sharing pieces of himself that he cloaks with cockiness. 

How to win their heart:Be someone genuine that stands up for what’s right.  There’s nothing he respects more than people doing the right thing despite the hell around them.How to break their heart:Basically, being an asshole to him and others – including being discriminatory against ghouls and synths.  Dishonesty is also a big no.Tiny little turn-ons:Staring into his eyesInterlocking fingers in publicDirty talkBig turn-ons:Shot-gunning jet with one anotherStraddling his lap on a couchWatching them blast a raider’s head apart like a watermelonThings that make their heart flutter:When they touch him and look at him, and he suddenly doesn’t feel like a ghoul.

Their type:Someone with a strong moral compass and the firepower to back it up, but also someone with a great sense of humor and either a leniency toward chems or a preference for them.Ideal date:The VIP section of The Third Rail, with dancing, drinks, and later, a private tour of the Old State HousePast relationships:Strictly hc territory now: Many flings, but only two serious relationships, and both of those were before Goodneighbor.  One of them was when he was a rebellious teenager, and the serious adult relationship he had was with a woman that ended up backing his brother’s decision to kick ghouls out of Diamond City.  How they might affect current relationships:He’s incredibly wary of people changing their beliefs or contradicting their values, and doing so disgusts him.  

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):A long relationship – no kids necessary since he can’t have any, but if they have kids already, it’s not a deal-breaker.  Marriage is fine by him – and it’s even better if his partner can somehow become a ghoul and make the freakshow a forever kinda deal.  

Any other love headcanons: