#aaaa 100% okay to continue no worries!!!!

[talentforlying]

' yeah? that'd be a first. ' sort of funny, seeing the fancy costume get-up smack dab in the middle of boke alley by a dingy dive bar. not that the weird goo everywhere is particularly out of place for a superhero sort, it's just ... his kind of weird goo, innit? that makes it different, somehow. ' fuck is a castiel? sounds like a brand of bog roll. '

not really police doesn't get his hands down; in fact, it nets a dubious glance at the uniform, with raised eyebrow to boot. he KNOWS there's no point in getting up on his prize soapbox and waxing cynical about how any superhero is a cop the second they see fit to be, because who's going to tell them no �� at least not to one's face, anyway — but that doesn't stop the message from scrawling all over his wary expression, either. the offer of a hand to lend, though, is too good to pass up at this stage in the investigation, and well worth dropping his guard over if genuinely meant. he scratches idly at his cheek, eyes narrowed, before buying in. ' you must save a mint on air fare. hhh ... could do, why not? does me 'eart good to have a witness to some of this bollocks fer a change. '

the review on her scouse is a hard grimace over his shoulder as he crouches down in the mouth of the alley, swiping two fingers through the tarry gelatinized mess that streaks the cobble and rubbing them together experimentally. ' eh, fair — nothin' wrong with a bit'o pride in yer work. 'least until the alien demons come along. ' ah, the rumor mill: no more reliable source for both useful information and complete-'n'-utter bullshit. still, she seems to have twigged that he's on the right side of things, here, so he plays nice, opting to wiggle his goo-coated fingers at @danversiism instead of flicking.

' yer lookin' at it. before 'e splattered off, oul' bitumen 'ere said that a nasty bugger named GHANT has been active 'round these parts; old mate of mine, mad as a hatter, too many mouths where mouths en't s'posed to be. last i ran into 'im, he was runnin' a cult of sorts that was pickin' up desperate stragglers off the street — wouldn't be surprised if he's graduated to scoping out young idealists from the local haunts to refill the ranks, seein' as most've the last batch caught on fire. '

he rises with an alarming creak of joints; the moving fingers circle round to point further down the alleyway. ' near as i figure, we keep at it the way that bit was headed, we'll find our next clue. unless you've got some fancy bit'o tracking kit tucked away on ye to save time? not exactly familiar with your SHTICK, sorry luv — wossit anyway, captain miracle? meteor? marmite? '

❛   believe it or not, i meant it as a compliment.   ❜ she says, red boots touching the asphalt a few feet away from @talentforlying as if she's trying to decipher what the hell happened here. ❛   bet people call you a Castiel cosplayer all the time, huh ?   ❜

Carol turns to look at him, a HINT of amusement on her features as he speaks. it's like he thinks she's here to reprimand him or something. ❛   a tad paranoid, aren't we ? relax. if you did or didn't do something, i'm not aware of it.  besides, i am not really the police, so . . .  ❜ the blonde knows a thing or twenty about being blamed for anything & everything.

❛   i was simply flying by & whatever is going on here caught my attention, so i figured maybe i could lend ya a hand or something.   ❜ granted, this isn't her area of EXPERTISE, & they say curiosity killed the cat, but she's killing time. besides, weirder shit happens every day, right ?

❛   if it were space shite . . .   ❜ there she goes, trying to mimic his accent. clearly, she can be a pain in the ass as much as the next person. ❛   ━━ i'd already be on it, & we wouldn't be having this convo. anyway, we got a witness saying that you were seen leaving this OCCULT type of bar where a few girls have gone missing, so here i am with the obligatory questions. i think we can both agree saving them is a priority, so let's play nice. i am guessing you have a lead.   ❜

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much ����💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[taskfocused]

Why I love: Akaashi Keiji, The Post™

( ooc ) The most biased post about this character that you’d find, heh. Just pure rambling. Not coherent at all. In this post, I’d only point out things from the series (manga, mainly) that I just like to gush over. 

Note: (This is not the final list. I’m sure I’ll add more things when I recall/someone points something out.)

PERSONALS, DO NOT REBLOG!

You might assume he’s the quiet and reserved type, when in fact, he’s anything but that. He’s polite around most people (especially strangers), but like anyone else, he’s outspoken (not to mention blunt) towards people he knows well.

Although he’s a side character, his chapters, especially for a supporting character, give more than enough insight into his personality. Chapters 326-337 and Chapter 392 will have a permanent special place in my heart. (Hence why I only ordered HQ Vol 38 for that arc).

His relationship with Fukuroudani is so wholesome and cute help??? And they’re absolutely the best team for him to be in bar none. They’re so supportive and casual with Akaashi, and they let Akaashi be casual with them too. It helps with the camaraderie that a setter especially needs to be the proper playmaker for the team. 

Akaashi is also the vice captain aside from the setter. That’s pretty pressuring. But his team trusts him fully and he embodies these roles and does them well.

Fukuroudani can also pretty much tell when Akaashi is worried/overthinking, as Sarukui pointed out (and I will never get over that, tbh.). And the fact they trust him as their regular setter although he’s a second year? Akaashi is one who continues to underestimate his own worth/value, but his team pretty much implies through actions that he’s as much of an asset as everyone else. They compliment him too (but Akaashi is modest, lol.)

And also the fact that at first it was kind of quirky and meticulous of Akaashi to make a list of Bokuto’s weaknesses-- when in fact, the reason is to help Bokuto and make him happy since seeing Bokuto at the top of his game makes him happy as well? That. Is. So. Wholesome.

And speaking of his golden arc, the way it just portrays him as an overthinking kid who thinks he’s a star player coz he’s consistent, doesn’t make many mistakes, and as a setter-- is always in control (in which the negative side effect shows in the Mujinazaka match). But as he comes to the realization that he can’t control Bokuto and the team, insert the task focus mind set. 

And how right after that realization, Bokuto puts him into a pressuring situation where he’d want him to give his 120% because Akaashi has always been consistent where in the match he’s already giving what he can (which I assume was already 100% at the time) but Bokuto knows that he can be better and be at his best. 

And also the line, “Yeah, I didn’t go to Fukuroudani with any great purpose or goal in mind. But I’m glad I’m here.”

Okay, while we’re at it, his iconic lines that I will look forward hearing in the anime: “Right now, we are the stars /protagonists of the world.”; “--I had believed I controlled Bokuto-san. How utterly presumptuous of me.” And of course, his “HA-HA-HAs” in the match and in the 2018 timeline.

The panel about task focus that is similar to the definition of happiness. Long story short, Epictetus said: “Happiness and freedom begins with a clear understanding of one principle. Some things are within your control. And some things are not.” In which Akaashi recalled task focus as, “the final outcome of a match, decisions made by a referee, or the actions of your opponents are all things beyond one’s control. The only things you can control are your thoughts and actions.” Which is probably how Akaashi finally gained his emotional development in this arc. He’s had important realizations and he enjoys volleyball more than ever! ; - ;

HIS. SMILES. IN. THE. MUJINAZAKA. MATCH. PLS.

His panicked thoughts during the time Bokuto asked to give his 120% where he goes AAAAAAAAAA

When Akaashi is worried that Bokuto is playing too good that he’s scared about when the “dejected mode” will hit, but it turns out it was Akaashi that got into a dejected mode (best twist, ngl). Because unlike Bokuto who is outward in expressing emotions, Akaashi keeps everything bottled so that was pretty inevitable.

And when he cried over being afraid of being the reason to possibly lose the match. I’m glad he’s able to become open about it and that Fukuroudani are endeared by the sight heh heh. Not to mention Bokuto being there to cheer him up. Just wholesomeeeee.

His snark and sass only lasted until high school, probably. In the 2018 timeline, it showed in the Haikyuu-bu chapter with Udai that he’s gotten thoughtful of Udai’s feelings (although his ideas weren’t… the best lol). That, or he’s embodied professionalism in his line of work. But then, there’s also the option for editors to downright criticize the manga artist’s work. Not Akaashi, though.

His personality development feels so natural as being more open with his emotions is so essential? Hence in 2018, he’s just living the life. 

In line with his 2018 timeline self, I am just so proud of his personality development? He’s already pretty expressive in high school, but it was still rough around the edges. Like, in the few panels he was in, he wore the most precious and brightest of smiles? Something we caught a glimpse of in high school but came full circle in 2018? I will protect that smile at all costs ;;;

His little sniffle when he thought about Hinata’s growth in the 2018 timeline!! Parent Akaashi!!

His bad taste in shirts as pointed out by Bokuto (Setter Dog never forget). He also has the ability to change clothes really fast (reference to that “totally” omake).

His love for food in general and of course, don’t forget his love for onigiri in particular.

His smirks after he outplays someone too. For example during the Cats vs Owls match with Kenma with his dump. Cheeky boi.

And also his rebounds! That even impressed Bokuto that he wanted him (a first year) to teach him!

His weird ass monologues that even Coach Yamiji and Kaori went all “wth did this kid just say” “he can be a strange one sometimes too” sajhdkasd

His habit of fiddling with fingers became a staple of his too!

His earnestness and determination to also win with his team! Hence why he puts so much of the burden onto himself. He loves Fukuroudani in his own way, although everyone knows that.

Obligatory mentions of him being in Class 2-6 because that’s impressive af; that he can balance academics and sports!

Akaashi’s appearance! In middle school! Precious lil boy!!

The way he takes care of his team, especially Bokuto, even outside of the court~! (Like the time he pushed Bokuto inside after Bokuto declaring that they’re gonna win them all to avoid getting sick due to the weather, and the official art of Akaashi making sure Bokuto doesn’t get soaked by the rain). 

He also took care of Kageyama and gave him advice during training camp. I love everything about that since Kageyama usually intimidates other setters unknowingly or they’re intimidated by him. But Akaashi is just casual with Kageyama, so Kageyama pretty much became an Akaashi fanboy.

Speaking of the Akaashi fanboy, when Akaashi made a mistake, Hinata pointed out, “too low” in which Kageyama defended him immediately. It’s so sweet. 

Akaashi is helpful towards other teams too! Take the 3rd gym, even Kageyama. He’s not selfish, and just wants everyone else to grow and learn as well.

His prowess as a setter is also underrated. He’s gotten compliments from pretty much Kageyama and Kenma!

Another obligatory mention that although in the manga I wholeheartedly believe he just has average looks-- But the official anime art just makes him so pretty that I can’t argue his ethereal beauty ok.

His polite dialogue, and how he folds his hands behind his back too. And ah, the panel where he sits so properly when Konoha and Komi came to visit aaaaa he’s so cute wait

And oh, that scene where he bounces back and pretty much sends a telepathic message to Konoha-- Like, damn that impeccable teamwork ok

Like how in the light novel, he looks back into what he’s learned from high school as he gets as anxious about the manga as Udai.

How he’s so thoughtful post-cancellation news that he takes Udai out for coffee and finds a way to make Udai feel better instead of just leaving him to feel bad by himself. Also the fact that the smell of coffee calms Akaashi down aaaaa

How he tries his best although it gives off him being an “unpleasant person” to work with, and him being oblivious to it awww

[miriossunshine]

[1/2] Hey there. Could I get a matchup, please? So, I'm seventeen and really shy. I kind of hate social interaction and I've done most of my schooling online. I really like animals, especially birds, and I own three. I can't really be out in the sun to long because I sunburn easily and a disease I have causes me to overheat really easily. Because of that, I have a lot of inside hobbies, and a service dog for when I do go out. I do have some friends that I met online, and I really like them.

omg ur not weird at all!!! ur so sweet!! 💘💘 ty for sending in a request!!!! i wasn’t sure of your preference of gender in a partner so i shipped you with two characters !! i hope that’s okay!

continued: [2/2] I'm not confrontational at all, and I feel really guilty when I can't stand up for people. I have bipolar disorder, and I have counseling. A lot of this is why it's difficult to make friends, but I try. I'm really observant, and watch people before I decide to associate with them. I like reading books, watching TV, and reading fanfictions because I feel awkward and weird around real people. I kind of struggle with my self worth because of all of my problems. Sorry if I was weird. Thanks.

i ship you with mirio togata!

mirio is really understanding of you not being fond of social interaction and doesn’t force you to hang out or meet his friends right off the bat! but if you ever felt more enthusiastic to make friends he’s more than happy to introduce you to the rest of the big three bc he knows they’re really sweet and understanding people !!

AAAA he loves your birds!!!!! mirio gets so giggly when your birds sing and loves when they perch themselves on his shoulders or fingers ><

he’s such a worry wart when you go outside because of your sensitivity to the sun and is always prepared with any medication or anything that you may need to treat it when you guys are out ! he brings water bottles and kibble for your service dog as well!! c,:

mirio loves spending time inside with you and comes up with all sorts of indoor date ideas for the two of you! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ he loves comedies and u guys would def watch tons of movies snuggled up together !!!

he reassures you whenever you’re discouraged that it’s totally okay to be non confrontational!! he’ll defend you against anyone and it warms his heart that you’d even want to defend him ): 💕💕💕

mirio thinks it’s totally awesome that you have online friends and he always asks how they’re doing ^o^

he takes you to your counseling appointments if you’d like him to and reminds you how proud he is of you for talking about your mental state with someone <3

he also thinks it’s great to be observant and cautious with others, but he can be pretty optimistic about most things/ppl so he usually overlooks this advice for himself bdsnsnfnns

this boy loves u so so much and compliments you all the time !!! they’re all 100% genuine and straight from his heart!!!! he calls you his sunshine bc u light up his life no matter how bad of a day he’s having ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

i ship you with kyoka jiro!

she’s more reserved than her friends and totally understands your preference of staying inside! kyoka thinks ur shyness is cute and relates to it a bit too hehe

kyoka likes to do social things with friends but doesn’t mind at all if you’d rather not meet a ton of people at once! she loves staying in and watching your favorite shows with you and talking about anything that crosses your minds c:

she thinks ur birds are so cool! she loves hearing them sing and i can see her softly singing with your birds when she doesn’t think you’re around to listen ><

kyoka would probably introduce you to koda out of all of her friends first because he’s also shy and loves animals, so you have things in common right off the bat ! 0:

she has the ability to remain calm when it comes to your sensitivities to the sun and is good at not bombarding you with too many questions regarding if you’re okay! kyoka is also totally understanding if you ever need to go inside after being out for too long and she practically drops everything to take you home safely !!

she’s great at being calm around your service dog and not distracting them while you’re out! :D

i can totally see kyoka having some online friends as well !!

jiro can be confrontational if necessary, and if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable about anything she’s at your defense immediately. she doesn’t mind at all that you’re not comfy with confrontation and says she totally gets it!

she’s so proud of you for going to counseling!! she also lets you know that you can talk to her about anything!

jiro doesn’t hesitate to remind you of your self worth and how amazing and worthy of a great life you are!! she’s so proud of you and is always rooting for you!!!

[rainbowsnowman-blog1]

“So the black wolf.” On the bed of Hope, Darcy lay on her stomach who was informed about what had happened.

 “One yellow-eyed.” Hope corrected, sitting on a chair in front of his desk.

 “Listen, chick.” Darcy took his lollipop out of his mouth. “We're in British Columbia. Where ... It's quite common for YELLOW-eyed black wolves.” she looked back at the plush behind her.

 “Good. Of course. Buut. It was different. Its eyes... So…”

 “Yellow?... Uuuuh. Teddy!” she took Hope's plush teddy bear.

 “GIRLS!!! DINNER!!!” Hope's father shouted upstairs.

 “Great. Then I'm starving.” Darcy jumped up.

 *

 “Mmmm .... Ooo .... Uuhuhh ....” the sounds came from Darcy as she just stuffed the food” Mr. Anderson a’e you the be’t chef in the wo���ld.

 “Ooo. Thank you for the compliment.” A little Tom blushed. Darcy smiled a big smile, resulting in half of the food in her mouth landing on her lap.

 “Nooo!!!” swallowed the rest quickly.

 “I'll get a towel.” Tom stood up rapid.

 “I do not need it!!” Darcy cried out into the kitchen and grabbed the rest of her lap by hand and slipped into her mouth. Hope was drinking when she was watching the show and she couldn't keep her laughter so the water found her way out of her nose.

 “You can bring me!!” said Hope and put her hand in front of her nose.

 When Hope successfully wiped her nose, Darcy ate the last bite of her clothes. Tom finally sat back. New theme came up.

 “Imagine Mr. Anderson Hope saw the Edward-eyed Jacob.” Darcy said.

 “This is not true.” Hope opposed.

 “Oh. Sure. You said you saw a yellow-eyed wolf. Edward had such a furi yellow eye. And Jackob is the werewolf.”

 “I'm sorry to intervene, but ... What is it? Who is Edward? And Jacob?” Thomas asked.

 “Twilight. Edward is a vampire. Jacob is a werewolf.” Hope helped his father. “I saw a yellow-eyed black wolf after the party. And now with this ....”

 “And nothing's wrong with you !?” the worried father stood up.

 “Nothing. It's just annoying now.”

 “Are you sure you have nothing to do with it? Didn't you bite or scratch it? Don't you feel dizzy? Don't you feel sick? We have been vaccinated against rabies.” she watched her daughter thoroughly.

 “No. It was far from me.” Hope looked at her girlfriend angrily. Who just stared at the living room, whistling.

 “Ok.” he sat back in place with Tom.

 “Tom. Can Darcy stay here?” waited for the answer from his father.

 “No. It is school tomorrow.” he forbidden.

 “But please …” Hope tried the puppy-eye.

 “Please Mr. Anderson.” Darcy joined.

 “No. Your mom wouldn't be happy.”

 “But whoever makes such a good meal can handle a woman in the house.” Darcy muttered.

 “Yes. And then we can see the Twilight.” Hope tried.

 “Aaaa .... Okay.” he left it.

 “This is it!!” the two girls hugged each other.

 “But in an hour, sleep.” he looked at his watch.

 “We have enough time to talk, about why Vampire Diaries are better than Twilight.” Darcy ran up. “Yeah. And hard-stops Teddy!”

 “Girls.” Tom muttered to himself

 *

 “WAKE-UP!!!” she hit Hope with her pillow.

 “Leave me.” she moaned as she was still awake.

 “Good.” Darcy stopped. “You wanted.” She went out into the bathroom with a glass of water, which she drank. Then she refilled.

 “WAKE UP!!!!!!” She poured on Hope.

 “Nooo!!!” the girl jumped up. “You're minger!” she threw her attacker with his pillow and finally lay back.

 “You're confuting your name. You're hopeless.” Darcy clasped her hand and stared at Hope. “Do you want to be late on the first day?” Tactics changed. “It's not a good impression.”

 “Counties.” Hope finally sat up from her bed.  “Now I can change bed linen.”

 “It'll hit her after school.” Darcy tugged at the girl with her arm.

 “But not. It will smell.” Hope protested.

 “Then we'll go into a convenience store and buy a car perfume.” Darcy said, “For sure there is a lazy odor.” she added.

 *

 The high school was huge. If Hope had gone 100% alone, she would have lost her. But fortunately (or not) Darcy was there.

 “That boy's washbasin, the girl, the ceremony, the lockers, the robe, the lockers here, the porter here, the light bulb there, the chemistry room, and the ceremony, here's my house, there's a poster.” she showed EVERYTHING.

 “Darc ... Darcy ... I can read. And I'm not blind.”

 “Yeah. Of course. There's a map there...” she gave the note next to her ear. “Here are the cups, pictures, awards, "Who can we be proud of "... Is that your dad?” She waved “Weird. Whatever. Watch out for "queens" on the horizon.”

 “Who...?” she looked up. Three girls from yesterday's party walked with them.

 “Look at the babes.” said the middle. “Here's the trash coughing.”

 Hope clenched her hands.

 “Say who has to put 2 kilo grams of makeup on her face to look good.” her girlfriend stood beside her. Darcy quickly hugged Hope, then hurried.

 “I hear you ran to them on the party.” Darcy said when they were out of earshot.

 “Yes. Back to the party. You talked a lot last night about Luke. But I learned everything except who he was.” Hope changed quickly.

 “Yeah. He's pure Edward.” Darcy waved.

 “Except his parents.” she continued the conversation. “Yes. Her parents are always traveling. They are almost never in town. I’m not overwhelmed by what is important to avoid his children.”

 “Children?” quoted Hope.

 “Yeah. Luken has a sister. Approximately 5 years younger than her. But nobody saw him on Luke and his old friends. Only He said.” she brought Hope into one of the halls.

 “And his buddy?” she cursed.

 “Liam? He's his best friend. They continue to hang together. It's like siamese twins.” she looked into the room. “Well, here. I'll introduce Hope Ann Anderson to this year's stump.”

 “Thanks.” she was seated.

 “I have no beautiful princess.” she leaned, and then she took her seat.

 *

 “Bye!” Hope to say goodbye her girlfriend after school.

 “Yes.” Darcy motioned back.

 Hope just giggles, then got into her car. She looked around and saw Luke. The boy waved her. But Hope pretended not to notice. She was still angry about the evening thing.

 When she got home she saw her father not in the house. She put down her schoolbag. Coming down she greeted Darcy on messenger. In response, she got a grinning cack. She smiled and went to the kitchen. She made Popcorn.

 As she looked out the window. The snow melted. The house garden wasn't big. The window looked at the terrace. Hope imagined she, Thomas, her mother and a very cute puppy playing in the garden. From her dream, the beep sounded. Hope poured the popcorn chew into a bowl.

 She opened the camera on her phone and launched the Midnight Sun on the TV. She took it and sent it to Darcy. Darcy sent three grave emojis and wrote, "I hate you". Hope knew Darcy loved that movie. Every time she watched at her, she cried herself.

 “I CAME HOME!!” Tom opened at half past six.

 “HELLO!!” She greeted him as she wrote the last word in her homework.

 Hope went down to greet his father.

 “Imagine having called the Diaz family. They're coming in two weeks.” he gave the news to him daughter.

 “Who?” Hope looked at Tom.

 “The Diaz family. My colleague. You have a 12 year old daughter. And a 20 year old boys. But he's in New York.” Tom explained.

 “I see.”

 “I thought you didn't know a little bit of getting acquainted. You know. Friends. And everything.”

 “I have a friend.” Hope looked puzzled her father. “Darcy. Are you forgot?”

 “No no. Of course not. Just tell you to get more.”

 “I am 17 years old. That girl is 12. You don't feel the difference?”

 “And? One of my buddies has 8 years of difference. Still, we understand each other.”

 “Of course. Because you're a guy.” Hope argued.

 “I don't understand the change.” Tom wondered.

 “We talk in a variety of ways.” Hope explained.

 “Yeah. About Twilight. True?”

 “That's Darcy. He's another topic.”

 “Why? Isn't she a woman?” Tom protested.

 “Not really. It is between the two.”

 They both laughed. Then Hope changed the subject. “Can we be a dog?”

 “What? No.” gave his unanimous answer to her father.

 “But why?” Hope didn't give up easily.

 “Just because.” her father began to wash.

 “This is not an answer.” Hope wrapped her arms around.

 “Complex. Feed, and soak. And deal with it.”

 “Yeah. Just like a baby.”

 “The baby is different.”

 “Oh really. He must be sniffed.” she got to her head.

 “Hope. No, and that's final. Maybe if he hadn't slept here yesterday, Darcy would have said yes.”

 “I'm replacing Darcy with a dog.” the girl gave up the debate. “Luckily, I didn't ask for the tattoo.” she rolled her eyes.

 “What!?” the plate came out of Tom's hand.

 “Nothing.” she ran up.