#and while i do wanna go home. not like that :(

[xplicitviewz]

“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and as you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own snack. Anyways, both of your days are pretty busy and Nanami never fails to make time for you and your pussy but you both can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority. Your oldest is at a movie with his friends, your second oldest is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents.

To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement. But anyways he kept calling for some reason while you and Nanami were trying to get a good fuck in. You guys always make love and to be fair you love it so much. But when Nanami was trying to take things slow you looked him dead in the eye and said, “Honey I love you so much, but I need you to ruin me, I need you to fuck me hard. Please it’s been so long.”

The way his eyes darkened at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He gave you a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said.

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you but not moving as his thumb circles your clit.

“Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements and you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. You were so close, so fucking close.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami huffs out as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed.

It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, moving his hips faster, grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than. Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

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Pussywhipped!Choso

[toxicanonymity]

Power nap, 18+

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x f!Reader | LENGTH: 2100 words NOTES: inspired by this gif by @iamasaddie and this post by @millers-girl555 Tommy is single and thicc. You're neighbors. WARNINGS: 18+ unsafe sex, dirty talk, tummy grinding, daddy kink. Tommy Miller Masterlist | Main Masterlist

After splitting wood, Tommy calls it a day. He gets home out of breath, chest heaving, wiping his forehead with the back of his forearm.  He opens the fridge and bends down with a grunt to reach for a tall can of beer on the bottom shelf and sighs as he grabs it and stands back up.

He dwells in the cool air for a moment before closing the fridge door.  Still sweating buckets, he rests back against the counter and rolls the cool can against his neck for a moment before cracking it open and taking a sip. Before he knows it, he's chugged nearly the whole can. Might as well finish it off and grab a fresh one before he leaves the kitchen. 

He settles in on the couch, cracks open the fresh beer, and puts his feet up. Takes two big gulps before setting it down. He partly catches a belch in his mouth and after letting the air escape his cheeks, mumbles "scuse me," to no one. Once he's settled in, he doesn't wanna get up. He bridges his hips to empty his pockets, reaching into the ever tightening denim to take out his wallet and work keys. 

That's better. 

He unbuckles his belt while he's at it and scratches where it was digging into the under curve of his lower belly.  He unbuttons his jeans. Much better. 

He's real comfy now, and he's dead tired. So tired he falls asleep. 

It's the kind of nap where you slip into a deep sleep right away and sleep like a baby. He doesn't even hear his neighbor knock on the door forty minutes later.

When he doesn't answer, you assume he isn't home. That's okay, you know where his spare key is, and you're supposed to leave the power drill he lent you on the table inside if he isn't there. You come in and shut the door behind you and hear something mumbled from the next room, and the click of metal.

Shit.

"It's me," you announce, and round the corner to see the barrel of Tommy's gun pointed at you. He's leaned forward, alert, legs spread wide. "I come in peace," you add.

"God damn," he sighs in relief and lowers the gun. "Shit, reckon i must'a dozed off..."

He puts the gun down, rubs his eyes, and relaxes back into the couch. His undershirt has ridden up, exposing a mouth-watering slice of his belly, garnished with his light happy trail and framed by his unbuckled belt and unzipped pants.

It isn't until he follows your eyes that he realizes the state he's in and tugs down his undershirt. The room is dim, it's just after sunset, but you can practically feel him blush as he mumbles something like, "Gimme a sec, darlin'," turning slightly away from you and  leaning back to suck in and button his jeans.  

Fuck, he's hot.

Something possesses you to say, "Don't."

He chuckles, still tugging at his jeans, and glances nervously at you. He has to do a double take at your face when he sees the look in your eye. He drops the denim

"It's a good look for you," you tease him, enjoying a surge of confidence from finding him in a vulnerable position.

You've had a crush on him for a while, and got the feeling he might be into you too, but he never made a move. You never had the courage to, either. Never felt like it was your place, until now.

You step forward and repeat, "Stop."

He abandons the chore of buttoning his jeans, instead leaving them unzipped as he slowly sinks back into the couch, watching you approach. His stomach rises and falls with his breath, heart racing from the scare of being woken up.

Your own heart is pounding with adrenaline as he watches you set the tool on his table. You're just gonna go for it. You reach for your own jeans and flick the button open.

His lips part, and his eyes are captivated as your pants drop to his living room floor.

He wonders if he's dreaming. He mutters your name, and it comes out as a question.

You pause with your thumbs hooked into your panties. “Tommy?” You respond.

“Careful now,” he warns.

“Why’s that?” You ask.

A clock on the wall seems to tick slower as you wait for his response.

He wets his bottom lip and says, “One more step, I’ll have you flat on that table.”

“Is that a promise?” You ask.

He chuckles and adjusts himself, easing into the dynamic. “Sounds like you wanna find out,” he says.

“Well, I’m in no hurry to,” you muse, and turn around, giving him a 360 view.  You press your hands below your butt cheeks, giving him a lifted view, then let them drop.

He lets out a low whistle. “God damn, sugar.” He rubs himself over his jeans. “Look at all that ass…C’mere.”

You make him wait for it, treating him to a little strip tease. Heart racing despite your cool demeanor. Your hands run over your curves and you watch his eyes devour every inch of you.  You rub yourself over your panties, and he moans out loud.

“Yeah, come to papa.”

Each tick of the clock, each pump of his heart, has more blood rushing to his loins, stiffening his cock with an aching need to be in you.

By the time you drop your panties, they’re soaked.

His gaze settles between your legs, where your hand glides down your mound, down, and your fingers slide through your slippery slit, bringing slick forward to your clit.

Without taking his eyes off your cunt, he pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs free, smacking heavily against his belly.

At a low volume, you tease, "Just like that, huh?"

And his eyes meet yours to answer, "what'd I tell ya?"

He squeezes his cock, then puts both hands on the couch to scoot forward and his belly swells forward, forcing his cock down and toward you, but no less stiff or aching with the change in position. He lifts his ass to pull down his jeans and boxers and kicks them aside.  "C'mere," he commands.

You haven't even given him the titty show yet, but you obey and close the distance. Once you're in reach, he grabs the backs of your thighs, hurrying you into straddling him.

He takes off your shirt as soon as you're in his space and tosses it over to your pants on the floor. The tip of his cock nudges your mound as he takes your tit in his mouth and sucks your nipple. He pulls you closer against him and your hips seek pressure against his belly.

He moans into your tit and you grind against him, struck by an aching need when his weeping cock-head grazes your clit. You gasp and repeat the motion, with his fat tip peeking out between his lap and belly, rubbing against your throbbing clit with each rock of your hips. 

He unlatches from your tit with a wet smack and breathes, “oh, fuck, i gotta have ya right here.”  He flattens his back against the back of the sofa, stretching his middle out, making room for you. The apex of your folds, wet with slick, presses into his soft stomach as he holds his cock for you. The dripping mouth of your cunt finds his swollen, leaky tip. You sink down on his thick shaft, and he pulls you down with a moan, back still flattened against the sofa-back as though exhausted by sheer arousal. 

His spine arches and he thrusts upward, fully seating himself in your warmth. 

You throb and pant and whisper, "fuck," as your insides swell and sweat around his rock-hard girth. “Fuck, you're big,” you gush, full of his cock, mound pressed against his belly. 

“Yeah, you like big Tommy?” He asks, Watching you darkly, hands on your hips as you ride him. His hips move under you, rocking his cock in your cunt. “Fuck, you can take it, too.”

You ride him slow, grinding against his middle.

“Yeah, take that cock,” he murmurs. “Take that big cock. Mmm…. Just like ya always wanted.” He bites his lip and his hands guide your rhythm. “Mm yeah,” he breathes, swollen shaft fully buried in your pussy. “Yeah, good girl.” 

He begins to sit up a little, groaning “ohhh,” and holding your body against his for leverage. “Ugh,” his middle swells against yours as he pulls himself up, tensing his core, making his cock move inside you. “Yeah, good girl.”

With one massive arm wrapped around you,  his other hand lifts your breast, feeding himself your nipple. “Mmm,” he moans into your breast and your walls flutter. You slot your fingers into his hair. He releases your breast and sighs, “Fuck, sugar…hang on for me. Hang on tight”

He rocks forward, nudging a special spot inside you as the power of his meaty quads forces him to his feet with a grunt. You wrap your legs around him and he carries you a few steps to the table before setting you down on the edge. 

“Down,” his hand gently pushes your chest and you lean back on your elbows, admiring his solid form, glistening and heaving. His neck vein bulges. His eyes pan over your body. “Look at you, buck naked, legs spread… yeah,” he pants, and with his hands on your thighs, he pushes his hips forward, bottoming out deeper, making your head tilt back with a muttered, “Fuck.” 

“That’s my girl,” he nods, staying seated fully inside, rocking his hips. 

The rub of his paunch against your clit has your neck all tense, your brows knitting together, tension pulling in your gut, begging for release. 

Thrust by thrust, he’s rougher, faster, his hair is damp. “Yeah,” he pants, “oh, yeah, c’mon baby, come on big Tommy’s cock.” 

He leans forward and his gold chain swings as he fucks you. The table creaks with the rhythm. 

Closer and closer, you whine with the tension pulling tight, tighter, so tight. 

“Yeah, that’s right, c’mon,” he encourages, “oh fuck,” he breaths, “c’mon baby, milk daddy’s cock, take it baby, take it.” 

Your spine arches and the tension snaps, “Fuck, daddy,” you whimper, “oh god,” clenching on his cock, relief tearing through you in waves, stinging your eyes with tears.  

“There it is,” he pants, fucking you through it, then slams his hips forward and groans, “Ugghhh” as his cock throbs in your cunt. Each twitch of him is fully felt as your own climax wanes. He drains himself in you, then his eyes pan down your body, admiring the scene. 

“How long we been neighbors?” he asks. 

You let out a weak laugh and rest flat on your back, look up at the ceiling, catching your breath. “Long enough,” you answer. 

“Yeah, I’ll say.” His cock slides out and he mutters, ”Oops,” to himself, then uses the tip of his cock to catch what’s trickling out of your cunt and push it back in.

“I was gonna spread those pretty legs one of these days,” he says as he pulls out again. “All the better you spread’em yourself though.”  He chuckles with a slight smile. He sighs and looks at you with kind eyes, making sure you know he’s just being nasty. 

You bite your lip and tilt your head, checking him out, then you close your legs as you sit up. 

He puts on his boxers and picks up your clothes. 

“Just like that,” you observe. 

“Oh, you’re stayin’ over, by the way,” he clarifies. “But we gotta go see Joel first.” He looks at his watch. “While it’s still visting hours.” 

“How’s he doing?” you ask. 

“In good spirits,” Tommy says. “He’ll get a kick outta this.” 

“Out of what?” you laugh. 

“Me bringin’ ya by all fucked out,” he smiles to himself. “Said he’d fuck you himself if I didn’t get to it.” 

Your breath hitches and your eyes widen. 

“He’d prolly do it too,” Tommy says, and pulls his shirt over his head, and tugs it down over his stomach. “Don’t need him bustin’ any stitches though.” 

When you’ve put your shirt on, he steps toward you and brushes your temple with his thumb as he admires your face. “Starvin’,” he mutters. “You eat yet?” 

“No,” you answer. 

“Alright, that’s stop number 2.”  He helps you off the table. 

“Just gonna take me all around jackson, all fucked out?” you ask. 

“Yeah, pretend you don’t like it,” he says with a wink. "c'mon." 

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[kxsagi]

it’s may first! ^^ can i request a fic with bllk characters having cuteness aggression for the reader? maybe with isagi, nagi, sae, rin, and others?

“𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧(‘𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭”

a/n: yesss i genuinely apologize if this came off as repetitive 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei, niko ikki, hiori yo

isagi yoichi

it starts with him thinking he’s normal. 

he’s like “yeah my girlfriend’s cute” all smiley and in love… until you do something heinous like wear his oversized jersey with messy hair and rub your sleepy eyes. 

next thing you know, isagi’s clutching a pillow, jaw clenched like he’s trying not to explode. 

“you’re so–AHHHH–I’M GONNA LOSE IT I SWEAR ON MY SOUL.” 

grabs you and buries his face into your neck while yelling into it like you just scored a hat trick. 

“stop being so cute it’s pissing me off!!!” 

his form of cuteness aggression is hugging you like a koala until your lungs collapse. 

nagi seishiro

says “meh” but he is screaming internally. 

you do anything mildly adorable, like kiss his cheek and walk away humming, and he just freezes. buffering. overheating. 

“ugh. i wanna squeeze you like a mochi. until you pop or something.” 

gently squishes your cheeks like he’s testing the elasticity of his favorite plush toy. 

he actually doesn’t know what to do with himself when you wear his hoodie. he lies face-down on the couch whispering “i’m gonna bite her.” 

and he does. softly. to your shoulder. out of love. 

itoshi sae

looks calm. he is not calm. 

“you’re doing it again.” 

you blink innocently. “doing what?” 

“looking like that. with your stupid little smile and your stupid cute face and–i can’t deal with this right now.” 

threatens to punt a chair across the room while pinching your cheeks violently (but lovingly). 

he does bite. it’s controlled. calculated. usually on your arm or your hip. 

tells you with a deadpan expression, “you make me want to chew cardboard.” 

you laugh. he sulks. “stop giggling. you’re making it worse.” 

itoshi rin

thinks he’s above it until you do something sickeningly soft. 

like holding a stray cat with a baby voice. or smiling in your sleep. or calling him “rinnie” in public. 

his whole body glitches. twitching eye. twitching jaw. 

“i’m going to bite you. i’m not kidding. i feel violent.” 

stares at you like you’ve committed crimes against his sanity. 

grabs your face and grumbles about how you should “come with a warning label.” 

sulks under a blanket after. sends you a text from the same room: “why are you so cute. this is my 13th reason.”

mikage reo

shameless. will say out loud in a crowded room: “you’re literally too cute. i’m gonna slam dunk you into a pillow and never let you out.” 

squishes your cheeks like they’re made of mochi, buries you in kisses, threatens to bite your nose. 

you trip over something and he’s like “oh my gosh–AHHH–you’re so cute when you’re clumsy i hate you i love you.” 

tells nagi “if she keeps being adorable i’ll explode into confetti and die smiling.” 

kisses you mid-sentence just to cope. he can’t handle your laugh. 

bachira meguru

LITERALLY growls. like a chihuahua. 

“ghhhHHH, baby stop, STOP i can’t take it–WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT–” 

full-on vibrating with aggression and adoration. 

grabs you like you’re a teddy bear and spins you around because he has too much cute energy and it needs to come out somehow. 

you could yawn and he’d be like “NOOOOO, stop being cute it HURTS.” 

considers biting your thigh like a goblin. asks permission first. 

chigiri hyoma

the most composed about it… at first. 

you’re used to his little hums of “so pretty” or “you’re adorable.” 

but then you do something extra cute. like falling asleep while waiting for him to get home. 

and he’s like “… i could throw you across the room and then kiss you after.” 

will actually growl into a pillow and blush like a cartoon character. 

mutters “you’re so cute it pisses me off” while braiding your hair or painting your nails. 

refuses to elaborate. you just get a glare and a forehead kiss. 

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s soooo smooth and composed but the moment you giggle at one of his dumb jokes? 

he’s gripping the back of his neck like, “nah, cause you did that on purpose. you want me to die. admit it.” 

covers his face with his hoodie, groaning dramatically. 

“you’re cute in a way that makes me want to scream into traffic.” 

when you pout at him? immediate jaw-clench. physical pain. 

aggressively kisses your forehead like he’s trying to exorcise the cute out of you. 

tells you he’s gonna put you in a glass box so no one else can witness your evil adorableness. 

kaiser michael

he's the definition of “i’m gonna bite you out of love.” 

he gets a twitch in his eye when you do literally anything. 

you say “i missed you” in your soft little voice and he short circuits like, “i could throw you out the window and catch you just to kiss you again.” 

“why are you like this. why are you soft and cute and… ugh!!” 

flops face-down on your lap groaning into your thighs like you’re ruining his life. 

you do your hair in braids and he loses it. grabs your face. threatens to bite your ear. 

“you make me wanna bark. it’s humiliating.” 

ness alexis

the king of “i love you but i also want to scream into a wall” energy. 

he just folds every time you do something small and sweet like reaching for his hand or laughing at his dorky jokes. 

his knees buckle. he makes little squeaky noises. 

“you don’t understand. i physically cannot take this much cuteness in one person.” 

face in his hands, peeking through his fingers like you’re the sun and he’s a fragile victorian child. 

mumbles into your shoulder: “you make me wanna scream into a jar and throw it into the ocean.” 

shidou ryusei

he literally bites. you’ll be cuddling and he’ll chomp your shoulder like a gremlin. 

“you’re cute. shut up. i hate it. i wanna fight god.” 

will squeak like an animal when you do something gentle, like fixing his hoodie strings or brushing hair out of his face. 

he rolls around on the bed kicking his feet like a toddler on pixy sticks when you call him “baby.” 

“GHHHHH you make me wanna chew drywall and scream.” 

will look at you smiling and just… headbutt your shoulder in defeat. 

shidou.exe has stopped working due to excessive adorability. 

niko ikki

blushes. scowls. mutters death threats at the wall. 

literally goes red when you call him “handsome” or hold his pinky. 

he tries to stay cool, but he ends up pacing the room whispering, “i wanna throw her off the couch and wrap her in a blanket burrito.” 

makes this tiny frustrated growl like he’s trying to hold back a feral squeal. 

when you do something REALLY adorable, like fall asleep with your cheek smushed against his chest, he stares at the ceiling like “god. give me strength. i will combust.” 

finally mutters a defeated, “you’re so freaking cute it’s making me ill.” 

hiori yo

hiori doesn’t mean to be dramatic… but you’re literally testing his limits as a human being. 

the way you hum while brushing your teeth. the way you squish his cheeks and say “my baby.” the way you fall asleep mid-movie with your mouth slightly open. 

he can’t handle it. 

he’s so soft spoken but suddenly he’s gripping a pillow like: “i can’t take it. i can’t–what am i supposed to do with this much cuteness???” 

bites his sleeve in emotional agony. physically restrains himself from aggressively snuggling you. 

mutters, “you make me want to scream into a cup and drink it.” 

tells you “stop it” while staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

he’s like a cat that wants to be picked up and also wants to claw your face because he’s overwhelmed. 

when you kiss his forehead he just… shuts down. 

sits on the floor in a daze like, “i’m in love. i’m dying. help me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[hhoneylemon]

‘cause i lo-lo-love the chase

summary: you finally kiss your best friend after burgers and slushies. he’s ecstatic. 2k words.

inspired by this song and post

mark is sick to his stomach.

he feels like a pervert. every time you hang out, he’s watching you. he watches the way your face lights up as you laugh, how you apply lip balm every now and then, the face you make when you focus on the show playing on the tv.

his crush on you is embarrassing. could he even call it a crush at this point? he’d throw himself in front of a car for you. you probably wouldn’t even feel special if he said that, he’d do that for any civilian to make sure they were safe. feelings suck.

it’s enough that he waits when each seance dog episode comes out so he can watch it with you when you’re free? he stays off of social media until then, opting for going flying, studying extra, watching random shows he’s never heard of. the gritting feeling of want and anticipation are almost unbearable. not the word almost; the way you ask him to explain something to you, listening to his dorky ramble, the way you sit side-to-side with him on the couch while watching, the way you give truthful opinions about the episode you’d just watched with him. you make it all worth it.

he loves you. he realized he did a long time ago, then decided to hold that in him and ‘wait for the right time.’ he regrets that sentiment when he watches you go out with other guys, a harsh grip squeezing his heart just to throw it to the ground and stepping on it repeatedly.

at least the relationships never lasted. at least he was always there to pick you back up with a hug and the offer to watch a terrible movie to get over it. it’s never failed to work.

now, mark sits on your bedroom floor as he scribbles down the answers to your current homework assignment. you sit on your bed, hands thrown up as you complain about one of your teachers. he’s only half listening, trying to focus on the work to complete it.

“and she lost the paper, but somehow it’s my fault? now i’m knocked down a whole letter grade because she isn’t good at her job. i literally have a witness who saw me turn it in.”

mark nods in response, finishing his paper. he leans his head back onto your mattress, looking up at you. he offers a dopey grin. you offer a small smile in exchange before sliding off the bed and sitting beside him on the floor.

“sounds shitty. i hope you can do make up work to bring it up.”

“yeah.”

you murmur in response, grunting in annoyance. mark takes a moment to soak your image into his memory. the setting sun is casting a golden glow onto your skin, illuminating and shadowing the right parts of your face. he finds his mouth has gone dry.

“it’s almost dinnertime. you might wanna get home to your mom, mark.”

you twist to face him better, a kind warmth appearing on your face. he nods, almost disappointed. he grabs his school bag, standing with a little grunt of effort. you stand and follow him to your window, unlocking it for him as he slips into the straps of his bag. he smiles at you with a sickening sweetness.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

you nod as he climbs out, watching him with quiet fondness. the way the soft breeze ruffles his hair has you in a chokehold, the puppy-like look on his face as he debates leaving or staying longer in his mind. he hovers off of your room, feet kicked behind his thighs as he looks at you.

“yeah. burger mart, right?”

he grins, nodding. the way his eyes crinkle at the corners has your heart beating a little faster. 

“yep, sounds good. bye!”

mark takes off into the sky. you watch him until you’ve lost sight of him. that’s when you close and lock your window, sitting on your bed and pulling out your phone while waiting until you hear your mom calling you to come eat dinner.

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mark hates his life.

he kept you waiting! he got sidetracked stopping a bank shooting as invincible. he was twenty minutes late as he jogged into burger mart, scanning the tables to try and find you.

you sat alone in a booth in the far corner, sipping on a slushy. he slides into the seat across from you, offering an apologetic look.

“sorry, i was superhero-ing.”

“all good.”

you grin, biting at your bottom lip. a few chuckles escape you as you point at him.

“your, uh, shirt is backwards.”

mark looks down. the pattern of his tee was missing, not to mention the tag sticking out of his collar. he sighs, ears turning red in embarrassment. he then struggles with sliding his arms into his sleeves and turning the shirt around, fixing it. you smile in amusement the whole time, holding back a laugh. he was cute. and a loser.

“ugh. whatever. what do you want to eat, i’ll pay for it.”

your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head.

“you don’t have to, it’s okay.”

you begin standing, only for him to hold up a hand. he rises to his feet and shimmies out of the booth, already pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind, really.”

you nibble on your bottom lip, but give in anyways. you tell mark your usual order and he walks to the counter to order. he comes back in a few minutes, an exasperated look on his face.

“i’m so glad i don’t work here anymore. the cashier looked like her life was sucked outta her. i know the feeling.”

you laugh in response, relaxing into the booth. you forgot what it was like to hang out with mark.  it was like a warm hug; comforting and safe, you could tell him anything and he would only mildly judge you, then he would offer terrible advice after.

one of the employees beings over a paper bag that contained your food. the two of you spend a long time chatting in the booth, long after you finish eating. mark only ushers you out after he noticed his old manager had clocked in.

“i wasn’t done my slushy.”

you complain, walking beside him down the street. he offers an apologetic smile.

“we can get one from somewhere else. there’s a 7/11 a few blocks down?”

“sounds good.”

he nods, the two of you falling back into a comfortable silence. you travel downtown, finding the 24 hour store that hides with a few unused buildings. a nail salon sits beside it, currently closed after a villain was thrown through one of the walls. across the street is a parking garage, presumably for the places people work at down the block.

mark grabs your wrist, pulling you into the 7/11 with a laugh.

“what’s so interesting about the parking garage? you scared tether tyrant is hiding in there?”

you playfully roll your eyes, following him to the slushy machine. the blue raspberry is out of order, as always. the revelation makes mark groan and clutch his forehead, as if his two other favorite flavors aren’t in stock.

you grab a medium cup and reach for your favorite flavor, causing his nose to shrivel.

“be adventurous. get the root beer, it’s so good. trust.”

“i will not trust, mark.”

you laugh at him, filling the cup halfway. just to make him smile, you fill the other half with root beer. you get the desired outcome, mark’s face housing a gentle smile as he reaches for his own cup to fill.

when you got to the cashier, he cheated. he murmured something about tether tyrant in the parking garage—of course you looked outside, nervous, as though a superhero wasn’t standing right beside you. you looked back to berate him for tricking you, just to see he’s already paid.

he walks you outside with a grin, sipping from his slushy. you reach over and nudge his shoulder with your own, rolling your eyes. 

“you’re insufferably a gentleman.”

he raises an eyebrow, a his grin turning teasing.

“such big words coming from you.”

you groan and massage your temples with your free hand. he’s such a dork.

the two of you lean against the wall of the 7/11, making small talk as you sip from your slushies. he had gotten mountain dew and cherry, his other two favorites. they stained his tongue a weird shade when he sticks it out at you after you poke fun of him. you smile weakly in turn.

maybe this would be your end. the sunset illuminating his features, him animatedly talking about who knows what, smelling like citrus and mint and something so incredibly mark.

you nervously fiddle with the pockets of your pants as you walk to the nearby trashcan. you throw your cup away before mark’s right at your side, throwing his away as well. his mouth is still moving, though you’ve long lost what he’s been saying. the two of you walk into the parking lot while he continues talking, and them he smiles.

oh, it’s devastating. your heart stutters in your chest. your brain stops working. you do something stupid.

your hands find his cheeks. his eyes widen and his mouth finally stops moving, his cheeks turning pink. you pull him close and your lips meet.

it’s slow, soft. his lips are cold from the slushy. he tastes like mountain dew and cherries. you feel him move, so you open your eyes and part your guys’ lips. mark’s eyes open in confusion, only to widen when you begin laughing.

“oh, mark.”

he’s confused. but, oh, are you shorter than usual? he looks closer and—he’s not even on the ground. his entire face flushes as he touches back down, hands gently resting on your hips.

“god, that’s embarrassing.”

“do i kiss that good? you gonna fly away if i do it again, fly boy?”

he averts his gaze for a moment, shutting his eyes. he can’t believe you’re bullying him over this—

“do it again?”

his eyes fly open and he turns to look at you. your own eyes widen in response, a tad of uncertainty appearing in your eyes and creeping around in your brain.

“shit, sorry. i won’t do it again, sorry, i just—“

mark leans in, lips pressing softly to yours. he gently sighs against you, savoring the flavor of you. he loves root beer.

he pulls away when he needs air, eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of you. you’re beautiful. he smiles big, happiness radiating off of him in waves.

“i can walk you home now.”

“alright.”

you walk beside him, walking the few blocks to get back to your house. he walks you all the way up to tour door before stopping you, grabbing you by the wrist. he offers a gentle smile.

“hey. i hope this means something. like—i can take you out soon?”

a smile hints at your lips. you nod, arms wrapping around his neck.

“sounds good.”

mark leans in and kisses you for a third time that night. this time, his lips can’t help but form a smile. he can’t help if he lifts off the ground again, either. he also can’t help that he brought you up with him, slowly spinning the two of you together.

he drops back down, thumbs gently rubbing against the flesh of your hips. his forehead finds yours as he bites his bottom lip.

“same time on friday?”

you snort, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“sure thing, fly boy.”

masterlist

[oneforthemunny]

are you still accepting asks for the blurb game? if you are can we pleaaase have one for janitor!eddie where we just shower him with compliments all of a sudden, just out of nowhere? like he could just be cooking or came home with a haircut or just doing something so mundane and the compliment train just never stops 🥹❤️ i feel like he’d get so flustered and so shy and so blushy and so ksdhsjdhsjdhd I WANNA SQUEEZE HIM!!!

no bc it's his love language even if he won't admit it. and once you figure that out? oh it's so over. love love loveeee him. it's fluff. sickly sweet fluff bc he's perfect and he needs to know it!!!!

"Well, hello there,"

The front door had barely shut behind you, hands still filled with too many canvas bags of papers, the result of end of the year boredom. Testing was done, you were out of course material, and your kids were beyond excited for summer break- as were you. Especially after the hell that was end of the year parent-teacher conferences, where you had spent the last two and a half hours of your life.

Eddie knew you had to be exhausted, teaching all day and then dealing with parents. Cooking dinner was the least he could do, in his mind. He'd stopped by the grocery, got all the ingredients for your favorite pasta, a bottle of your favorite wine, he'd even picked up the living room, lit all the candles before he started cooking because he knows how you like them going when you're relaxing; because he knows you.

"Hi, baby," Eddie muttered over the sizzle of the chicken searing in the pan. "How was it?"

You let out a large exhale, dropping the bags by the doorway, kicking off your shoes next to them. "Not terrible but not great," You sighed. "Just very long."

"'M sorry." Eddie frowned lightly.

"'S alright," You shrugged, slinking through the small kitchen towards him, your arms wrapping around his waist. "Something smells good."

"Yeah? I'm tryin' something new with the seasoning on the chicken. I hope it's good-"

"-I was talking about you, but the chicken smells good, too." You grinned, nose pressing into the soft cotton of his shirt, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Eddie stiffened in your grip, and you could feel him fluster. "Thanks, baby." He muttered. He wished his hair wasn't pulled back, so that he could hide behind the waterfall of curls to hide his blush.

"You look good too," You purred, hands sliding down his waist, pivoting to look at him fully. "I like your hair like that. I love it when you pull it back." Your finger brushed over a loose curl, tucking it behind his ear.

"Stop," Eddie let out a small, nervous laugh, lips tugging in a tight smile he tried to hide. "I'm 'sposed to be spoiling you tonight. Not the other way around."

"You always spoil me." You gave him a pointed look. "You're just so sweet. The absolute sweetest. Sweet, and sexy, and an amazing cook- how did I get so lucky?"

You couldn't help the grin that spread on your lips when he squirmed under your praise, blushing so boyishly it had your heart bursting.

"Uh, your wine is in the fridge." Eddie tried to change the subject, wiping his face with his arm, hoping you'd think the pinkness in his cheeks was from the heat of the stove. "It should be chilled by now."

You grinned back at him, pressing another kiss onto his cheek. "See? Perfect. You're just perfect." You swooned, squeezing his bicep affectionately. "I'm going to change, then I'll pour us a glass."

"Uh, wait," Eddie tapped the spoon, setting it on the rest before turning. "Your pajamas- the one with the fruits on them- they're in the laundry room if you're wanting them. I didn't get a chance to put them up yet, but they're in the basket."

Your favorite pajamas, clean along with the sheets, all for you- so you'd have a peaceful night.

"I jus- oof!" Eddie grunted in surprise when you launched yourself at him, pushing him against the counter, kissing him feverishly and sloppy while he laughed.

[anhniedraw]

Trying to do a manga page with characters that are not adeuce surprisingly. Also i don’t understand how azul’s hair works help.

I wanna explore Yuuki’s relationship with other characters and first up is Ruggie!

This is very much a platonic relationship. Think Yuuki like Ruggie fan or like how Jack admires Leona.

I guess i should talk about why Yuuki admires Ruggie so much but i wanna save it for later. For now Yuuki saw a lot of her self in Ruggie while she didn’t grow up in poverty, back then she had time where moneys weren’t available so she would have to go out and earned some. So she really admires Ruggie for his hustle even if through pickpocketing. The scene where he hauled all the cafeteria foods for the kids back home made a strong impression to Yuuki too.

I would say Ruggie would not know how to deal with her at the beginning. Not often that someone’s opinion of him is positive instead of being annoyed or pissed at him for stealing their wallets (they should have keep it hidden better then). Maybe he should have noticed when she readily handed her wallet over. Ruggie can’t sense any ulterior motives when he interacts with Yuuki and she always looks excited when he talks to her. Ruggie being ruggie take advantage of this situation and swingle his ways into getting free lunches from her. Yuuki is aware of this and doesn’t mind and that confuses Ruggie to no end as she is probably as broke as he is, living in ramshackle and all.

Their relationship would started out pretty one-sided but later in the future they could become good friends.

[billiesbabygirleilish]

hi angellllll!!!!! go figure, gracie is asking for fluff 🤓 could you write a fic where billie is just having a super bubbly clingy day with reader? like maybe they’re just running errands at the grocery store and whatnot, and billie is just in a giddy mood and is happy to be spending time with reader? even at home doing laundry and all that jazz?? and she’s giving reader all the love and kisses!! love ya babe!!

Velcro

dedicated to: @gracie-eilish

WOAH GRACIE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE (almost like i asked you to request smth 🤨)

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It starts before either of you are even out of bed.

You feel her crawl across the sheets, all sleepy limbs and messy hair, and then suddenly she's half on top of you — an arm slung across your stomach, cheek pressed to your chest like a clingy little koala.

“Don’t wanna get up,” she murmurs, voice scratchy and low.

“We said we’d leave by ten,” you remind her, brushing your fingers through her hair. “If we wait too long the store’s gonna be packed.”

“Let it be packed,” she sighs. “Let chaos reign.”

You snort, but you let her stay there for another few minutes. You’re not in a rush, not really. Besides, Billie in one of her clingy moods is like having a very affectionate cat with a soft voice and cold feet. It’s sweet. It’s chaos. It’s her.

Eventually, you coax her out of bed with the promise of a car snack and the idea of people-watching at the store. She dresses in the hoodie you stole from her last week and didn't give back, and she doesn’t bother with shoes until you're already halfway out the door.

At the store, Billie’s energy is unmistakably sunshine-mode.

She holds your hand before you’ve even made it past the shopping carts, swinging your arms between you like you’re in a rom-com from the early 2000s. She's humming under her breath, pressing quick kisses to your cheek whenever you pause the cart, and genuinely acting like grocery shopping is the most exciting thing you’ve ever done together.

“Oh my god,” she gasps dramatically in front of the bakery display. “Do you see this muffin? That is the most majestic muffin I’ve ever seen.”

“You said that about the donuts last week.”

“Well, I stand by it,” she says, tossing the muffin into the cart and looping both arms around your waist like she might fall apart if she lets go. “You’re not allowed to go more than five feet away from me today.”

“You’re literally holding me hostage in aisle four.”

She grins. “Good. Now we’re both on the same page.”

It continues like that the entire trip — Billie glued to your side like you’re her favorite stuffed animal. She holds your hand while you compare cereal brands, gives you puppy eyes when you pass the snack aisle without stopping, and climbs on the bottom of the cart just to ride it through the frozen section like a toddler.

People probably stare, but neither of you care. Billie’s happiness is contagious, and you find yourself smiling so much your cheeks start to ache.

At one point, she drapes herself over your back while you're checking the ingredients on a jar of pasta sauce.

“Are you bored?” you ask, glancing at her over your shoulder.

“No,” she says, voice muffled against your sweater. “I just like being on you.”

You laugh and reach back to rub gentle circles along her arm. “You’re like a weighted blanket with opinions.”

“I’m your emotional support girlfriend,” she corrects proudly.

“You’re something, that’s for sure.”

At checkout, she unloads the cart with exaggerated flair, like you’re both in a cooking show. You pretend not to notice the way she sneaks a pack of gum and your favorite candy onto the conveyor belt. When you pay, she hugs your arm and thanks you like you just bought her a puppy.

Outside, as you load bags into the trunk, Billie wraps her arms around you from behind and rests her chin on your shoulder. Her voice is softer now — still light, but not as bubbly.

“Thanks for letting me be annoying,” she says into your hoodie.

“You’re not annoying,” you reply, glancing back at her. “You’re cute when you’re like this.”

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a slight pink tint on her cheeks. “You think I’m cute all the time.”

“And you act like that’s not true.”

Billie leans in and kisses you — soft and warm and a little longer than you expected — then leans her forehead against yours.

“Can we go home and eat pasta in bed and watch something dumb?”

“Only if you promise to actually watch it this time and not just lie on top of me.”

“No promises,” she grins.

You pretend to roll your eyes, but you’re already unlocking the doors.

Because the truth is, you love her clingy days. The silly, sugar-sweet moods. The way she turns even grocery shopping into something that feels like a date. Like something worth remembering.

And as she buckles herself into the passenger seat and throws you one of the mini candy bars she snuck into the bag, you realize: You could do this every day, and never get tired of it.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

38 for bucktommy please? 👀

"because they're running out of time" oh god okay

He wasn't supposed to run in, but no one was going to stop him without chaining him to an engine.

The call had come through the radio, choppy and unclear, but Buck understood perfectly: the southwest corner of the building hadn't been clear, and Tommy was there when it collapsed.

He'd dropped the hose he was rolling up and sprinted, ignoring shouts and grabbing hands, and he'd ran and pushed his way through rubble until he was at a wall of concrete and metal. He'd dug out a small hole and crawled through, barely making it through before the small tunnel collapsed behind him.

And now he's kneeling next to Tommy, who has a piece of rebar through his side and is staring at the hole in the ceiling with a dazed expression. There's blood, and Buck feels helpless. He's not a medic, he's not Chimney or Hen or Eddie. All he can do after he reports through his crackling radio is pull the glove off Tommy's hand and hold it.

"Hey," Tommy says faintly, his voice slurring just a little. "You shouldn' be here."

"Yeah, I should," Buck says, squeezing his hand and smiling when Tommy squeezes back just a little. "I don't wanna be anywhere else."

Tommy blinks at him, and Buck sees tears roll down his temples. "The lake?"

"Yeah, maybe there," Buck concedes with a wet, painful laugh.

They'd meticulously looked for the perfect place to get married and settled on Lake Arrowhead after finding a spot that felt right. They're almost two months away from the day, and Buck hopes beyond hope that they'll get to be there together.

"'M cold," Tommy confesses, sniffling. "'M not--I'm sorry."

Buck shushes him and pushes his helmet off his head so he can bend down and kiss Tommy's forehead. "Don't be sorry. Just--just keep talking. They'll be right behind me. I took off like Kevin used to."

"At the fair?" Tommy recalls, and Buck nods. "Mm. Shouldn' do that."

"Well, I'm not two," Buck points out, and Tommy smiles.

There's pounding behind them. Buck had dropped his oxygen tank outside the rubble, and it's as good as a trail of breadcrumbs.

"See? They're almost here," he says, his other hand tipping Tommy's face toward his. "And then you'll get to be in the hospital, and I'll have to sleep on that fold out chair thing that makes our backs hurt. And then you'll come home, and you'll try to get up too much, and I'll have to sit through all eleven Star Wars movies so you'll stay put."

Tommy nods, but his eyes are slipping shut and his face is going gray.

"Tommy," he says, harsh and frantic, and Tommy's eyes open. "You can't go."

The back of Tommy's other hand brushes his jaw, and Tommy nods. "I'll try."

Buck bends and kisses him, willing Tommy to kiss back firmly, the way he does when Buck's in a panic about something. All he gets is a barely there press, and then Tommy makes a soft noise that might be a word.

"They're almost here," Buck says again, hearing the shouting getting closer. "Just a couple more minutes. You can do anything for a couple of minutes."

Tommy's lips move, but there's no sound. Buck turns his head and screams for help. As he does, a block of concrete drops to the ground next to them, and Hen's face appears.

"Tommy, they're here," he says, looking down at his fiancé. Tommy's eyes are closed, and his breathing is shallow. "Tommy, wake up!"

He presses his lips to Tommy's again, and he almost sobs when there's just the slightest hint of pressure against his mouth.

"There's still time," he says, as much to himself as Tommy.

When Hen stumbles through, she turns and yanks Chimney through while other people keep digging and reinforcing.

"We're taking the rebar with us," Chimney says as they work. "And then he and I get to have matching scars. But right now, you need to help me. We're running out of time."

Buck puts his helmet on and gets to work.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒/𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;

warnings: woooooh long time no see huh? I was just craving some jimmy fluff but then i was like, eh might as well make these for all the characters. very self indulgent, maybe a little suggestive? some toxic behaviour from jimmy ofc.

sidenote: divider by @saradika-graphics

JIMMY

while people might think this guy is an unhygienic fuck, he's actually far from it. a complete and utter neat freak. he's obsessively cleaning the kitchen at every opportunity that he gets, washes his hands rhe millisecond he touches anything wet.

he wears your hoodie allll the time, but for some reason, doesn't let you wear his. his excuse? "they won't fit you". he doesn't ever disclose why he doesn't want you wearing his clothes, but his justification of wearing your hoodies is always "it just feels right".

he leaves the bathroom light on in his room before he sleeps at night, his reasoning is that he might wake up groggy and hit something, but you already know that he is in fact, very much afraid of the dark.

flinches every time you raise your voice, even when you're laughing. doesn't ever say why.

cooks for you every change he gets, he never boasts his cooking skills, but he's always making sure you smile right while eating it.

sleeps with the TV on static whenever you aren't at home, he reasons by saying the white noise helps him sleep, but it's really to block out the thoughts in his mind.

hums old radio songs while cooking. doesn't like anyone to be in the kitchen when he's cooking.

talks in his sleep a lot, your name more often than not, apologies, and other people's names sometimes.

CURLY

Has a subconscious habit of mirroring your movements, if you're stressed out he's pacing, if you're quiet, he's quiet, if you're sitting with your arms crossed, best believe he's doing it as well.

whenever he is at work and you're at home, he texts you random pictures throughout the day like, "look i saw a bird". "having a sandwich rn". "I'm heading home" with an image of the road.

does not like opening up about his emotions, there is a very big distance between you and his internal turmoil. you can be begging, wailing, and screaming for him to be honest and he'll just be like "don't worry about me".

apologises a lot, even mid sentences, "sorry- do you wanna go to this restaurant? they have sorry- seafood I think?".

from before the two of you started dating to even your 10 year anniversary, he has never ever thrown out/lost a single thing which you've gifted him.

has a bad habit of tapping his feet at a rhythmic motion, sitting, standing, sleeping.

similar to jimmy, has a habit of humming songs.

when he's overwhelmed, he just goes out for a walk, doesn't matter if it's below freezing temperatures, "it just takes his mind off of things".

whenever you guys are walking outside, he gently pushes you away from railings, stairs, lamp-posts. as if you're a glass doll, who can break at any little pressure.

ANYA

sometimes you hear her cry in the bathroom due to work related stress, but absolutely doesn't want you to know, she doesn't want you to think she's 'weak'.

whenever she has nightmares, she doesn't wake up gasping, or yell, or cry, just wraps herself around you as if it's the last day on earth.

leaves sticky notes on the fridge with reminders like, "take ur meds". "the milk is spoiled". "Love you so much".

strictly makes you go to routine doctor appointments, be it the dentist, ophthalmologist, the freaking bone doctors. ( el oh el )

keeps every single prescription bottle as if they're her personal trophies.

she chews the end of pens and pencils, you've tried to knock her out of it, but she tends to resume the habit rather fast.

she takes unusually long, and extremely hot showers whenever she's overwhelmed.

tunes her voice to match your comfort level, if you're stressed, she'll talk very softly, if you're excited, her voice tone will rise.

despite knowing about the human psyche, she gets extremely scared whenever she feels there's something off about the way you looked at her, or said 'I love you'.

SWANSEA

extremely afraid of being vulnerable with you, fixes your electrical appliances without you ever asking, but doesn't ever say 'i love you' first.

kisses you as if it's the first and last time ever, as if he won't get another chance.

builds you stuff, shelves for your books, maybe counter tops, bookshelves, a whole ass wooden closet.

when you're putting on makeup or getting ready, he likes staring at you. there's this deep sense of love and adoration in his eyes that he will never ever admit.

always forgets one of his mechanical tools in the kitchen, you'll always find a screwdriver or hammer laying around while trying to make breakfast.

sleeps on the couch during arguments, but checks up on you in the middle of the night to make sure you're sleeping alright.

sometimes, he lets out a grunt instead of answering, you've learned to translate it over time.

he always, ALWAYS. let's you have the last serving of food, doesn't matter if he's still hungry, he says that he's full. this is due to his years of unemployment due to alcoholism, he's seen the lack of food on his plate, doesn't EVER want to let you feel that way even when you guys are financially stable.

opens tight jars and cans and closes them a bit loosened, you think you've gotten stronger, you haven't.

he cuts conversations short if he notices that you're overstimulated, takes the hint and leaves the room.

will never EVER let you see him break.

DAISUKE

He's the kind of partner that gives you all of him, yet thinks he's not doing a good enough job, says 'I love you' like it's his full time job, because he's afraid the silence might steal you.

unknowingly bottles up his resentment because he doesn't know how to confront you about something, this usually results in outbursts with him yelling "am I not doing enough for you?!'.

texts you every time he finds something cute and says, "this reminded me of you :)".

had picked up a nasty smoking habit, he swears to you that he has quit, but chews bubblegum to mask the smell, you find out every time tho.

leaves cabinets and drawers open, you scold him every time but he somehow always forgets.

picks at his lips whenever he's nervous.

he checks the room for your reaction first before he speaks, you approval matters the most to him.

starts wearing the colours of clothes you compliment him in. oh you think pink looks good on him? guess who has a closet full of pink hoodies and t-shirts now.

[anonymusbosch]

on wanting to do a million things

prompted by @bloodshack 's

i wanna learn SQL but i wanna learn haskell but i wanna learn statistics but i wanna start a degree in macroeconomics also sociology also library science but i wanna learn norwegian but i wanna learn mandarin but i wanna paint but i wanna do pottery but i wanna get better at woodworking but i wanna get better at cooking but i wanna bake one of those cakes that's just 11 crepes stacked on top of each other but i wanna watch more movies but i wanna listen to more podcast episodes but i need to rest but i need to exercise but i wanna play with my dog but i wanna go shopping but i need to go grocery shopping but i need to do the dishes but i need to do laundry but i need to buy a new x y and z but i need to save money but i wanna give all my money away to people who need it more but i wanna pivot my career to book editing but to do that i have to read more and i wanna read more nonfiction but i wanna read more novels but i wanna get better at meditating but i wanna volunteer but i wanna plan a party but i wanna go to law school. but what im gonna do is watch a dumbass youtube video and go to bed

I think I've been doing slightly better this year about Actually Doing Things. not great! but I do a lot and I've been "prototyping" ways to get closer to doing as much as is possible. and if I actually talk about it it's a bunch of very obvious statements but I'll try to make them a little more concrete

rule number one: experiment on yourself

there's no one approach that's right for everyone and there's not even one approach for me that works at all times. try things out. see what works. pay attention to what doesn't. try something else.

rule number two: ask what's stopping you and then take it seriously

example: I often want to do Everything in the evening at like 2 PM, but then get home and am tempted sorely by the couch, and then get stuck inertia'd and not doing much but being tired and kind of bored. why?

if I don't have plans, it's easy to leave work later than planned and hard to make myself do something by a specific time

i'm generally tiredish after work. 4 out of 5 times, that'll go away if I actually start Doing Something, but 1 out of 5 it's real and I will go hardcore sleepmode at 8 PM and just be Done

i use up a ton of my program management/executive function/Deciding Things brain at work and usually find it noticeably harder to string together "want to do Thing > make list of Things > decide on a Thing > do Thing" after I'm home. Even if I have a list of Things to Do, how does one decide! how does one start! and god forbid there's a Necessary thing. then it's all downhill

therefore, mitigations: have concrete time-specific plans in advance.

if I have an art class at 6:00 PM I need to leave work by 5:15 and NO LATER and I can't get sucked into "oh 10 more minutes to finish this" *one hour later*

that also means I have to have a fridge or freezer dinner ready and can't spend 45 minutes cooking "fuck it, what the hell did I put in the fridge, why don't we have soy sauce" evil meal that is not good

plans with friends: dinner! art night! music night! repair-your-clothes night! seeing a show! occasionally, Accountability Time where a friend comes over for We Are Doing Tasks with tea and snacks etc.

for some reason I'm way better about Actually Doing Things when the plan exists already. magically I overcome couch inertia even though I am the same amount of tired! and while I never learn the ability to decouch without plans I at least learn to make them

still working on:

a "prototype" for maybe next month is a weeklyish Study Session for a thing I want to learn about. I want to somehow make it employer-proof (I am accountable to some entity to being at place X at time Y) and haven't figured out a good way. Maybe I can leverage that the local library is open til 8 on wednesdays and somehow make it a Thing? maybe I'll try it!

oh god oh fuck the thing about plans is that if you want to have them you need to make them. christ. a lot of the time I can cover this with some combo of weekend planning + recurring events (things like weekly friend dinner/weekly class) + having cool friends who reach out proactively but it still requires active planning and it can fall thru the cracks

rule three: cool friends

they can take you to things

they can remind you that you can do whatever the fuck you please

i have a friend who is somehow Always doing cool classes and learning shit. and this reminds me that I can ... do that. and sometimes I do

you can take them to things!!

rule four: try to kill the anon hate in your head

obv this depends on your circumstance but sometimes it's worth it to me to look at constraints that "feel real" and check whether they're an active choice I made thoughtfully or, like, the specters of people I don't know judging my choices

time and money are obvious ones. recently was gently nudged towards looking at whether i could give myself more time to Do Things by cooking less. imaginary specters of judgmental twitterites: "it's illegal to spend money. if you get takeout you're the first up against the wall when the revoution comes. make all your lunches and dinners and hoard the money for Later. for Something. how dare you get lunch at the store. you bourgeois hoe. taking charity donations from the mouths of the poor cause you don't have your life together enough to cook artisanal bespoke dinners every night. fuck you." and obviously eating takeout 24/7 is not the answer, but realizing I was not making an active choice helped me try making the active choice instead. "how much do I actually want to balance cost, time, tastiness, and wastefulness of my food, given my amount of free time and my salary and the tradeoff against doing something else? can I approach it differently to do more quick cheap food + some takeout?" -> current prototype: substitute in 1 takeout dinner or restaurant-with-friends a week, 1 frozen type dinner, and then batch cook or sandwiches lunches w/ "permission" to get fast lunch at the store. we'll see how it goes!

i am really really bad at this and find it helpful to talk to other people who can help point out when I'm being haunted by ghosts about it.

rule five: what would it take? what's the next step?

this one i give a lot of credit to @adiantum-sporophyte in particular for, especially for prompting me with questions when I muse about the million-ideal-lives on car rides. what would it look like to do xyz? what's something I could do right now to move in that direction? what's the obstacle? like, actually ask the question and think through it. with a person talking to you! damn! maybe the obstacle to x is that I don't know if I'll like it or if I just like the idea of it. and I don't want to commit to x without knowing. Okay, so maybe an approach would be to find someone who does x and talk to them about how their life is, or maybe it's "spend 15 minutes looking up intro-to-x near me", or "actively schedule 1 instance of x", or something like that. Or maybe it's that I don't know what it takes to do x. Okay, how about on Tues after dinner Adiantum fixes a sweater at my apartment while I spend 20 min looking at prereqs for x. like, it's so basic to say "to do a thing, you could try figuring out how to do it" but I think the important thing here is the feedback/prompting to even recognize "hey, step back, if you don't know the next step then figuring out the next step is the next step"

rule six: habits

prototyping: exercise

I do a lot better when I exercise in the mornings. I do a lot better when I do PT exercises regularly. For a while I was doing PT with friend in the morning every morning before work (accountability! a friendly face to make it more pleasant!) but that didn't really solve - it's not the kind of exercise that makes me feel awake/active, it's like dumb little foot botherings. but: having the habit of morning exercise made it easier to swap out 2 of the 5 days for more intense exercise, and then to swap those 2 for a different more intense exercise when I needed a break. it's easier to build a low-effort version of the habit and then work in the higher-effort one than to just Decide to be the kind of person who gets up at ass o clock to do cardio or whatever

rule seven: set up the structure of your life to make it easy

this is also a "duh" thing but like. on so many levels it comes down to structure your life to make the choice more doable. this can be something like "i structure my life to make vegetarian cooking baseline and vegan cooking the majority by stocking the pantry with staples and spices from cuisines that work well that way" or "i chose an apartment that lets me commute by bike" or "i have my camping gear put away in a fashion that makes it easier to gather frequently and lowers the barrier to trips" or "i keep physical books around to prompt myself to read xyz" to "i don't use instagram or twitter or snapchat or facebook" to . idk.

and in terms of charitable giving: similar deal. I have an explicit budget at the beginning of the year (~10% of my before-tax income), I know in advance what charities I give to, and I know what timing I will use (basically, alerts for donation matching around specific fundraising times). Anything outside the Plan comes from my discretionary budget/fun money. That makes it less of a mental load (the choice is already made; I don't grapple with every donation request or every bleeding-heart trap because I have a very solid anchor on "I give to xyz, the money's set aside") and it's armor against impulsive-but-not-useful scrupulosity. I structure the rest of my spending/life to prioritize a set amount and it makes it easier to follow through

rule eight: if you can do it at work a tiny bit that counts for real life

(infrequently used)

"hi mr. manager I think it would be great if I could use enough SQL to make basic queries in the database so we don't have to go through the software team for common/basic questions. I'd like to take 1 hr on Friday to go through some basic tutorials and then 1 hr with Pat on Monday so he can walk me through an intro for our specific use case. I estimate this will help save the team a couple hours a week of waiting for answers from the other team." and then you have enough of a handle with baby's first SQL that you can add little bits and bobs as you exercise it. this is responsible for a medium amount of my knowledge of python and all 3 brain cells worth of SQL.

rule nine: life is an optimization problem

not in, like, "you need to optimize your skincare and career and exercise and social life and have everything all at once" that's not what optimization means. optimization is like, maximize something with respect to a set of constraints. i explicitly Do Not do skincare beyond "wash face" and "sunscreen" bc I want to optimize my life for like looking at weird plants in the mountains. explicitly choosing to put time and money elsewhere! can't have it all all at once. so fuck them pores. who give a shit. yeah i ate a lot of protein shakes instead of home cooked breakfasts this week bc i was prioritizing morning exercise. im looking at this beautiful bug and it doesn't know what fashion is or what my resume looks like. im holding a lizard. im not spending time on picking cool clothes or whatever bc i spent that time looking up lizard hotspots on purpose.

that's really long and probably mostly, like, not surprising? but i keep benefiting from ppl being like "hey have you considered Obvious Thing" framed very gently

[biggianteggplant]

Nekoma thinking sweet cute innocent manager

Reader is a pure ball of sunshine..one that can do no harm but somebody stumbles upon her public ig dump acc and i must say "who tf is this person"

as a person with another personality during the night this made me giggle (FEATURING NEKOMA,

NEKOMA

At Nekoma, you were everyone’s favorite little star.

Always smiling, always bouncing around with your clipboard and pink whistle. Kuroo called you their team mascot. Kenma tolerated your constant affection, even when you tried to put cat ear clips in his hair. Yaku practically adopted you, scolding you over snacks and sleep. You were bubbly, sweet, and sunshine wrapped in a hoodie three sizes too big.

Everyone thought they knew you.

But they didn’t know the girl in the videos.

The girl with smeared glitter eyeliner and a vape pen tucked into her bra. The girl half-passed out on a bathroom floor while her best friend stuck two fingers down her throat to help her throw up so she could "get the alcohol out and sober up." The girl in fishnets and demon horns, swaying with a guy who definitely wasn’t from school, giggling as someone passed her a bong. The girl screaming, "I’M FINE, I’M A FUCKING FAIRY PRINCESS," right before puking into a shoebox and holding up her middle finger mid-vomit.

Yeah, that wasn’t the team manager they thought they knew.

It started when Fukunaga, of all people, found the dump account.

He was quietly scrolling Instagram in the locker room when he blinked and tilted his phone. "Hey. Is this… her?"

Kuroo looked over. “Huh?”

On screen: a wild video montage set to a distorted hyperpop remix of Charli XCX. You, in a crop top and glow-in-the-dark beads, shaking a bottle of champagne, letting it explode. Another clip of you getting your mouth fingered by a drunk girl who yelled, “Gotta purge so we can party harder, baby!”

Kenma choked on his energy drink.

Yaku said, “Turn that off right now.”

But it was too late.

The account was full of it. Bong hits. Drunken dares. A Halloween post of you licking blood off fake vampire fangs. A carousel dump of blurry club pics where you grinded on someone’s lap, hair a mess, captioned: “meow.”

Kuroo dropped his phone.

“She’s literally high in half of these,” Yaku hissed.

“She looks… happy?” Kenma said, confused.

“She looks unhinged,” Kuroo corrected. “Like, scary hot and dangerous.”

The team was collectively traumatized.

So when you skipped out of the train the next morning, double-pigtails bouncing, offering everyone strawberry milk with little cat stickers on the cap, you were met with stunned silence.

“Morning, guys!” you said. “Practice starts in ten!”

Lev turned pink and couldn’t meet your eyes. Yamamoto looked like he saw a ghost. Kenma just kept his eyes on his Switch.

You blinked. “Why is everyone acting weird?”

Kuroo folded his arms. “You know why.”

You tilted your head, smile fading. “Wait… did you guys—?”

Yaku held up his phone. “Wanna explain this?”

The screen played a video of you, teary-eyed, getting your eyeliner fixed in a club bathroom while muttering, “I wanna go home but the Uber canceled.” Your friend shoved a vape into your hand and said, “Take another hit, babe.”

Your silence said everything.

Kuroo raised a brow. “So… double life, huh?”

You shrugged, suddenly quieter. “I’m both. This me—and that me. I like being sweet. I also like going feral with my girls on weekends. I still care about you guys.”

Kenma looked up. “You okay, though?”

You smiled. “Yeah. I’m safe. I know my limits. I just… sometimes need to be someone else for a while.”

Lev stammered, “But… that girl stuck her fingers down your throat!”

“She’s helping me sober up,” you said cheerfully. “It’s called friendship.”

Yamamoto looked like he wanted to both respect and fear you.

Kuroo stared, then started laughing. “You’re terrifying. But honestly? You’re kind of a legend.”

Yaku sighed. “Just don’t die.”

You gave a peace sign. “No promises.”

And just like that, they saw you for all that you were: the sweet little manager who made them bento lunches… and the wild party animal who could out-drink a frat boy.

The duality? Iconic.

And they respected the hell out of you for it.

SHIRATORIZAWA

At Shiratorizawa, their manager was the picture of innocence.

She wore soft pastels, kept her hair in neat braids or ponytails, and always had a bright, eager smile on her face. Her name was whispered by the underclassmen with awe and admiration. She brought sliced fruits in Tupperware, labeled everyone’s water bottles, and clapped the loudest during matches.

They called her Manager-chan.

Even Tendou, the ever-curious, slightly unhinged middle blocker, couldn’t quite figure her out. “She’s like…a bunny,” he said once. “But the type of bunny that would apologize if she bit you.” Ushijima simply nodded. “She’s efficient.”

Every day after practice, she waved them goodbye with a cheerful, “See you tomorrow!”

Until the day that changed everything.

Practice had ended later than usual that Friday. Most of the team stayed back to clean the gym or stretch. She left early, claiming she had to study for a physics quiz. A few minutes after they’d all packed up and were walking to the train station, Tendou paused.

“Hold up… Isn’t that—?”

They turned the corner, and there she was.

Gone were the braids. Her hair was loose, wild. Her pastel sweatshirt was replaced by a black tank top, dangerously small shorts hanging low on her hips. A cigarette dangled between her fingers. The scent of smoke drifted toward them in lazy waves. She laughed—loud, confident, full of bite. Around her were people the team didn’t recognize, older maybe, grungier. Someone passed her a a new cigarette. Another holding up a lighter to light it up.

She made eye contact with them.

For a second, her smirk faltered. She blinked. Looked away. And just like that—she ignored them.

The next morning, she walked into practice like nothing had happened. “Good morning!” she chirped, refilling bottles and handing out towels. The same neat braids. The same soft smile.

Semi stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Reon tried not to look at all. Tendou kept squinting, like if he stared long enough, he’d solve the mystery.

Nobody said a word.

Not even Ushijima.

It might’ve ended there—unspoken, a shared secret—but then someone found her dump account.

It started with a bored scroll. Goshiki had clicked a tagged photo from a local club’s Instagram, following a rabbit hole of usernames until he landed on it. The profile pic was a blurry selfie, black messy hair, tongue out. Bio: “ur fav menace // not ur baby // dump me here.”

He clicked.

The team huddled around goshiki’s phone in stunned silence.

One video had her doing a five-second tequila chug, then immediately stumbling into her friend’s arms, laughing as music blasted in the background. Another showed her in fishnets and a leather mini skirt, grinding on some guy while screaming the lyrics to MF DOOM. The next photo was a blurry shot of her sitting on a bathroom floor, eyeliner smudged, middle finger up, surrounded by girls holding her hair back.

One of the captions read: "she threw up, cried about shoe laces, and then kissed a girl #mompickmeupimscared."

The final straw was a video. She stood on a rooftop, cigarette in one hand, vape in the other, yelling, “FEIN!!” at the top of her lungs while someone offscreen screamed with her. It was chaotic, raw, unrecognizable.

Their manager. Manager-chan. The one who brought them cookies and smiled like springtime.

“Holy shit,” Tendou whispered, wide-eyed. “She’s got a whole-ass villain arc.”

Goshiki’s face was pale. “Should we…say something?”

“What do we even say?” Reon murmured. “We don’t know this version of her.”

Ushijima, stoic as ever, said nothing. But even he was slower with his spikes that day.

Practice grew tense. She remained the same. Maybe a little more cheerful. She’d ask them how their classes were going, if they’d eaten, if their knees hurt. Tendou started responding with one-word answers. Semi couldn’t make eye contact. Goshiki, bless him, looked like he’d seen a ghost every time she passed him a towel.

It festered. Quietly. Until it didn’t.

It was after a match. They’d won. Spirits were high. The team was walking to get celebratory ramen when they spotted a familiar face through the window of a bar.

Manager-chan.

Perched on a stool, legs crossed, lipstick dark and glossy. She was leaning into a guy’s ear, whispering something that made him laugh and cover his face. Her laughter rang out like wind chimes. Another girl handed her a shot and she slammed it back, cheeks flushed.

They watched in stunned silence.

She didn’t see them this time.

The next day at practice, she was back in a tennis skirt and hoodie, offering vitamin gummies and notes on hydration.

That was the day Tendou broke.

“So,” he said casually during water break, “how was the bar?”

Her hand froze, mid-reach for the cooler.

She looked at him. Blinked. “What bar?”

“You know,” he said, smile tight. “The one where you were whispering in that guy’s ear and throwing back shots like it was a Tuesday night and not the day after a match.”

The gym went dead silent.

She didn’t look embarrassed. Just…calm.

“Oh,” she said. Then shrugged. “It was fun.”

“Fun,” Reon repeated, voice flat.

“Are you guys mad?” she asked, head tilting slightly.

“No,” Goshiki said too quickly. “I mean—surprised. A little.”

She crossed her arms. “Why?”

“Because it’s not you,” Semi blurted. “Or—not the you we see here.”

She smiled, a little sad. “Maybe that’s the point.”

Tendou stepped forward. “So which one is real?”

She looked at them, eyes brighter than usual. “Both.”

Ushijima finally spoke. “Do you enjoy being our manager?”

She nodded without hesitation. “I do. A lot.”

“Then that is enough,” he said simply.

It didn’t magically fix everything. Practices were still weird for a while. Tendou remained suspicious. Semi was still awkward. Goshiki tried harder to act normal but ended up acting more weird. Reon slowly came around.

But eventually, they adjusted.

Sometimes they joked about it—lightly. Tendou started calling her “Club Queen” when they were alone. Goshiki asked for advice on how to drink without dying. She taught them how to use eyedrops properly and which hangover remedies actually worked.

Ushijima, ever himself, asked if tequila counted as a carb.

It became a strange sort of balance. She was still Manager-chan. Still the girl with the fruit snacks and the kind smile.

But now, she was also the girl who knew how to roll a blunt in under a minute and scream the lyrics to Tyler, The Creator while pouring vodka into a Slurpee.

Both versions of her existed. And the team—slowly, awkwardly—learned to accept them.

Maybe, in a weird way, that made them closer.

Because now, they weren’t just teammates.

They were keepers of a secret.

And they knew better than anyone:

Never underestimate Manager-chan.

KARASUNO

Karasuno had an angel for a manager.

You brought snacks shaped like little crows. You decorated water bottles with each player’s name and a smiley face. You cheered the loudest during practice matches and always had tissues for when Yamaguchi sneezed too hard.

To Hinata, you were the team mascot. To Daichi, you were the glue. To Kageyama, you were… confusing, but helpful. Everyone adored you.

Which is why when Tanaka accidentally stumbled across your not so private account, the entire team nearly short-circuited.

It began innocently: a scroll through Instagram. Then he saw your username. Familiar profile pic. He clicked.

And his soul left his body.

The first video? You in a bathroom stall, flipping off the camera, yelling, "HELP ME GOD," mid-puke. A blurry hand holding your hair back. Another girl’s fingers in your mouth. The caption: detox queen.

Tanaka screamed.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

The others crowded around. Nishinoya gasped. “No way. No freakin’ way.”

Kageyama squinted. “Is she… dying?”

“BRO, SHE’S THRIVING,” Noya whispered reverently.

More videos followed: you ripping a bong like it owed you money. You in a bunny costume, dancing on a table, bottle of tequila in one hand, middle finger up with the other. You passed out in a bathtub surrounded by pizza boxes. A five-second clip of you twerking to Megan Thee Stallion while someone screamed in the background, "SHE’S GONE FULL GREMLIN MODE."

Sugawara was in tears. “But… she helped me carry my math notes last week.”

Asahi was pale. “I thought she didn’t drink soda.”

tsukishima smirks. “well this is character development.”

Daichi just sat down and whispered, “We’ve lost her.”

And suddenly, the sweet girl who once cried over a squirrel rescue video was a certified menace.

But then…

The next day, you waltzed into the gym with a box of mochi and the same soft smile. “Good morning, everyone!”

Everyone just… stared.

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

Tanaka held up his phone with a shaking hand. “Is this… you?”

You peeked. Smiled. “Yup.”

Kageyama blurted, “Why were you eating glitter… out of a dog bowl?”

“Dare,” you replied simply. “It was edible. Kinda.”

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you seriously partying like that on weekends?”

You gave a guilty little grin. “I don’t always party. But… sometimes I need to go feral. Mental health, y’know?”

Sugawara tried to smile. “We just… weren’t expecting the girl who cried during a kitten video to also chug tequila and scream along to Nirvana.”

You shrugged. “Duality.”

Asahi shook his head. “How are you alive?”

“I have a system,” you said proudly. “Drink. Twerk. Throw up. Drink water. Leave. Also, shoutout to my girl Yuna—hair-holding detox MVP.”

Everyone stared.

“…You’re terrifying,” Daichi muttered.

“But impressive,” Yamaguchi added, voice shaking.

You leaned in with a wink. “Just don’t tell Coach Ukai. Or my grandma.”

Later that week, a video surfaced of you screaming, “I’M THE MANAGER OF KARASUNO AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE,” before taking a vodka shot out of a croc. You made direct eye contact with the camera. Middle finger up. Glitter in your teeth.

Suga reposted it to the group chat with one caption: We are no longer in control.

They loved you anyway.

Even if you were chaos incarnate.

Especially because you were chaos incarnate.

God help them all.

INARIZAKI

To Inarizaki, you were sunshine in a hoodie.

You skipped into the gym every day with your pigtails bouncing, handing out water bottles and snacks like you were the team mom, the cheerleader, and the emotional support plushie all in one. You had glitter on your cheeks and band-aids on your knees. Suna called you a cartoon character. Atsumu teased you nonstop. Aran looked out for you like a little sister.

You were so sweet, it gave them cavities.

And then… the videos surfaced.

It started with Ginjima scrolling through Instagram while waiting for practice to start. "Yo… is this our manager?"

Suna turned his head lazily. "Let me see."

On screen: unhinged chaos. A blurry selfie of you with mascara streaks and glitter in your hair. A video of a random girl holding your chin and shoving fingers down your throat while you cried-laughed, whispering, "I need to throw up before my mom picks me up." A clip of you flipping off the camera mid-vomit, yelling, "I’m fine, I’m vibingggg—" right before collapsing into your friend’s arms.

Atsumu choked. "NO. WAY."

"Wait, lemme see that again," Osamu said, already pulling out his phone.

More videos. You drunk modeling in the streets falling backwards onto the sidewalk. You, in a bra and pajamas, twerking on top of a couch while screaming the lyrics to Doja Cat. You getting high in the backseat of someone’s car, window rolled down, eyes glassy and voice soft as you whispered, “It feels like my brain’s melting into peach yogurt.”

Suna zoomed in on one clip. “She’s literally holding up her middle finger while puking. That’s some core memory sh*t.”

Kita stood frozen, like the foundation of his world had just cracked.

Aran rubbed his temples. “So… she’s got a second life.”

No one was ready.

Because the next day, you strolled into practice like nothing happened. Same sweet smile. Same bubbly bounce in your step. You handed Atsumu a banana milk and gave Suna a fresh towel like you weren’t the girl who took six tequila shots in under 5 minutes while grinding on a speaker.

Atsumu blinked. “So. Any fun this weekend?”

You tilted your head. “Huh? Oh, I just rested!”

Suna raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

You blinked innocently.

He held up his phone. “So what’s this, then?”

On screen: a story highlight called feral core. It opened to a video of you jumping onto a stranger’s shoulders, yelling, “INARIZAKI WHO?? I’M GOD’S MISTAKE AND I LOVE IT HERE.”

You froze.

Atsumu wheezed. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

You turned slowly. “How did you find that account?”

Osamu deadpanned, “It’s linked to your cat’s profile.”

You groaned.

Kita stepped forward, calm and quiet. “Are you okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I am. I swear. It’s just… sometimes I need to let go. I love managing the team, but on weekends I go feral. I’m still me. Just a different me.”

Suna smirked. “You’re unhinged.”

“I know.” You grinned proudly.

Atsumu held up his hands. “Honestly, I respect it. But like… you okay okay? That girl stuck her fingers in your throat.”

“She’s my best friend,” you chirped. “She helps me throw up so I can sober up before my mom picks me up. It’s a system.”

Osamu muttered, “Terrifying efficiency.”

Kita sighed, but his eyes softened. “Just be careful.”

You winked. “Aren’t I always?”

Suna laughed. “Absolutely not.”

And from that day on, the team had a new level of respect—and fear—for you. They never looked at your glitter stickers and animal socks the same way again.

aaaaa omg I had so much fun writing this...made me feel nostalgic about my life during this part of my lol

[yena-enha]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐍𝐑𝐊

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Warning - Nudity (non-sexual), gentle sensuality, emotional vulnerability

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK/NSFW Content

Genre - Soft Romance, Sensual Intimacy

Pairing - Ni-ki x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - Lover BY TAYLOR SWIFT

Word Count - 3.5 k words

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It still surprised you sometimes—how Ni-ki could make you feel nervous even after two whole years together.

Not the kind of nervous that made your stomach twist or your hands shake, but the sweet, fluttery kind. The type of butterflies that made you giddy over the smallest things.

The way he laughed through his nose when you poked his side, or how he instinctively held your hand when crossing the street.

You had long passed the "getting to know you" phase. Now it was knowing everything: his favorite socks, the exact curl in his hair after a shower, the sound of his laugh when it was real and unfiltered.

You were each other’s comfort, your home. But in many ways, you still behaved like high school sweethearts—playful, silly, a little shy sometimes. And you loved that.

Tonight, the two of you were curled up on the couch, an old animated movie playing softly in the background while rain tapped rhythmically at the windows. You wore one of Ni-ki’s oversized hoodies, sleeves swallowing your hands as you nuzzled into his side.

He had one arm slung around your shoulders, fingers idly stroking your hair. His other hand rested over your thigh, thumb drawing lazy patterns.

“Hey,” you murmured, shifting a little so you could look up at him.

“Hmm?” He turned his head, his expression already so soft—like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I wanna try something. With you.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Yeah?”

“Something… intimate.” You hesitated, chewing your lip. “Not sex, just… more closeness.”

He blinked slowly, attention fully on you now. “Tell me.”

“I want to lie with you,” you whispered. “Skin to skin. Like… completely. I want us to be naked together. Just holding each other. Nothing between us.”

He stared at you, lips parting just slightly. “You mean… cuddle? Naked?”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah. I want to feel everything. I want us to be that close.”

For a second, Ni-ki said nothing. Then a smile bloomed on his lips—so warm it made your chest ache.

“I’d love that,” he said softly. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You exhaled, relieved, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Let’s go to bed?”

He nodded, squeezing your hand before standing and reaching out for you. You took his hand, and together, you padded to your shared bedroom.

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The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the soft golden light from your bedside lamp. The air was warm, cozy, with the faint scent of vanilla lingering from a candle you’d lit earlier.

You stood in front of each other at the foot of the bed, the silence between you not awkward, just full. Your eyes met his, and you both smiled—nervous, tender.

You reached for the buttons on his shirt, fingers careful and slow.

“Can I?” you asked.

“Please,” he said, voice barely a breath.

One by one, you undid the buttons, his chest slowly being revealed beneath your fingertips. His skin was warm, smooth, and the rise and fall of his breathing matched your own. When the last button came undone, you let the fabric slip down his shoulders, leaning up to press a kiss to his collarbone.

“Beautiful,” you murmured.

Ni-ki’s cheeks turned pink. He reached for the hem of your hoodie. “My turn?”

You nodded.

He pulled it up slowly, and you raised your arms, letting him reveal more of you inch by inch. His fingers brushed your sides as he tugged it off, careful not to rush. When it was gone, he just stared for a moment, eyes soft, taking you in like you were something fragile and divine.

“Still okay?” he asked.

You smiled. “More than okay.”

His hands slid down to the waistband of your panties. “May I?”

Your breath hitched. “Please.”

He lowered himself to his knees, eyes never leaving yours, then bent forward and kissed your hip. One hand held your waist, steadying you, while the other gently eased your panties down. His lips trailed light, reverent kisses along your inner thighs, each one igniting something warm and slow inside you.

Once the fabric pooled at your feet, you stepped out of it, your fingers brushing through his hair briefly before reaching for his waistband.

“My turn,” you whispered.

He stood back up, and you hooked your thumbs into the band of his boxers. As you slowly slid them down, you kissed his abdomen—soft, slow, pressing your lips against the dip below his navel, then to his hip. Your breath tickled his skin, and he inhaled shakily.

When his boxers fell, you both stood there, bare and bathed in golden light.

Neither of you stared. It wasn’t about that.

It was about the vulnerability. The intimacy. The unspoken trust of being completely seen and still held with love.

You reached for his hand. “Come lie with me.”

You climbed into bed together, pulling the blankets over your bodies. Your skin pressed together, every inch of you warm and buzzing. He lay behind you first, spooning you, his chest to your back, arm around your waist. Then you turned to face him, and your legs tangled naturally, like they always did.

You curled against his chest, your forehead resting beneath his chin, his fingers trailing soft lines along your spine.

There was no need to speak.

Just his heartbeat against your cheek, and the warmth of his body against yours. His lips pressed a kiss to your temple. You tilted your head and kissed his throat.

“I feel like I could melt,” you whispered.

“I want you to,” he replied. “Right here. With me.”

You smiled, shifting even closer until your nose brushed his. He kissed you softly—no urgency, no need, just love. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and he exhaled into your mouth, both of you drunk on the gentleness.

When the kiss broke, you tucked yourself into his chest again. He cradled your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“I think about forever with you a lot,” you murmured. “Like… I can’t picture it with anyone else.”

Ni-ki kissed your forehead again. “You are my forever.”

A few minutes passed, quiet and still, and then you heard it—his breathing slowing, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. You closed your eyes.

Completely bare. Completely loved. Nothing between you but skin and a promise whispered in the dark.

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[grapejuice32]

Hey I just wanna say I love ur writing🫶🏽 for the angel reader wanting to try new things could i request Rafe initiating smut while driving? Like maybe touching her or they have car sex 💕

Car Sex

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, overstimulation Rafe is kinda mean at the start, MIMA DONT READ THIS

word count: 2.2k + a/n: I got a bit carried away...tysm for the ask, angel ily 💕 send an ask here with this🥀 for the experimentation series!

The two of you were driving home from the mainland, you’d wanted to this antique shop and had insisted Rafe take you, you hadn’t shut up about it until he told you to get in the car. You’d been there for hours, one of Rafe’s hands had been holding various shopping bags, his other entwined with yours as you led him around the shop, not that he’d minded. What he did mind was what you were wearing, it’d been driving him insane all day. Your skirt was shorter than you normally wore, and it kept riding up, and did you know that your top was kind of see through? Were you doing this on purpose, trying to taunt him? 

Much to his dismay, on the way home there’d been a lot of traffic, so much so that he’d turned the engine off, the car not having moved for at least half an hour. You were getting restless, constantly fidgeting in your seat ad you tried to get more comfortable while you continued to wait. His breath caught in his throat as you flashed him the crotch of your underwear in the midst of all your moving about. Trying not to stare, he cleared his throat and looked back up at the jammed road. 

Still, you continued to shift, getting far too hot, even with the windows open. You huffed as time ticked on and kneeled on your seat, sticking your head out the window to try and see what was causing all the traffic. You leant further forward and in doing so flashed him your underwear, yet again. His jaw clenched, wishing nothing more that the two of you were at home right now. Growing increasingly frustrated, in more ways than one, Rafe took his hand off the gear stick and grabbed the bottom of your skit, harshly pulling it down and tugging you slightly back inside of the car too. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, genuine innocence about the situation in your eyes. 

His chest ached at the look on your face, you were just so goddamn pretty that it hurt. But his voice came out firm, his frustration beginning to spill over. “Flashing the whole goddamn road y’panties like some fuckin’ slut.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes at the tone he was using. “I’m sorry, Rafe. Just wanted to see what was going on, can tell you want to go home.” You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry as you picked at fabric of your skirt. When he spoke to you in the bedroom like that, you loved it, but right now? Not so much. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Okay?” Instant regret washed over him, he hated making you cry and yet couldn’t deny that even while crying you looked so fucking beautiful. “Just don’t want everyone t’ see you like that.” You nodded, trying and failing to conceal the few tears that had managed to slip down your cheeks. He felt like a terrible person as the sight that should’ve hurt him made him strain against his pants more than he already had been. 

Just as he finished speaking, the traffic began to finally move and Rafe got out of it as soon as possible and when he did, he drove off the main road and used some other narrow back roads so there was no possibility of getting stuck in another traffic jam as he wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear it. As he carried on driving, he kept stealing glances of you sat silently in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long before he’d finally had enough of the silent treatment, quickly growing tired of you not answering when he spoke to you. He pulled over and parked the car on one of the empty roads and turned to face you. 

“What?” you mumbled, still not looking up at him. “Why’d you stop, thought you wanted to go home so I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone. 

He inhaled sharply trying to keep calm, but you were really testing him. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth jus’ cause y’havin’ a sulk.”

“You’re being mean,” you mumbled sadly, gaze fixed on your skirt. “Wore this for you, I thought you’d like it.” 

“I do like it, angel.” He softened. “Jus’ been driving me crazy all day, ‘m sorry, know I’ve been mean.” You were quiet, a pout on your face. He couldn’t help but sigh, he didn’t mean to upset you further than he already had. “C’mere,” he said as he moved his seat back to make space for you.

A moment of reluctance passed you, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted the comfort as you crawled over the console and placed your legs either side of him and lay your face in the crook of his neck. His arms were fast to wrap around you, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. The skirt bunched up at your hips and as you shifted, you caught your clit on the large tent in his pants. He stiffened, his cock so hard that every slight movement from you was unbearable. You bit your lip in contemplation before shifting again, trying to be subtle and act innocent about what you were doing. 

To be completely honest, you wore the skirt for a reason, you knew it would rile him up and you’d wanted that. But the traffic hadn’t been anticipated, so when he lost his temper with you, you’d been completely caught off guard. “Rafe,” you whispered, lips brushing against his neck. 

“Hm?” His fingers slowly starting to dig into your hips with every small move you made. But you didn’t say anything more, instead your hands wandered down between the two of you and you began to undo his jeans. He said your name in confusion, but you still said nothing and just worked his trousers off of him, freeing him from the confines of his boxers. He hissed as your hand wrapped around his length, your glassy eyes meeting his, but he just leant down to kiss you. 

You hummed into it before sitting up, hovering over his bare lap. He knew what you wanted and helped you to pull your underwear to the side, both of you moaning as you sank down on him. A shaky breath left your lips as you accommodated to his size, always catching you off guard. Slowly, you began to move up and down, his hands remained on your hips, but he didn’t do anything to help you. After a few minutes of your slow pace, the both of you wanted more and you looked to him for help, your cheeks flushed. “Need help,” the words were so soft that he could’ve missed them. 

“Need help, what?” He wanted to get a reaction out of you. 

You whined, “Rafe.” Not in the mood to be teased, you just wanted to feel good, “Help me.”

“You’re a big girl, y’can do it yourself, c’mon.” He instructed, removing his hands from your waist and letting them drop to his sides as he watched your pitiful attempt. 

You tried to do as he said, but you couldn’t do it right and it caused tears of frustration to well in your eyes. “Rafe,” you cried again.

But he shook his head, not giving you the sympathy you wanted. “This is what y’wanted, so y’can do it yourself.” You opened your mouth to disagree, confusion written across your face. He just breathed a laugh, “What, y’think I don’t know ‘s why you wore this fuckin’ skirt, hm?” Your silence was all he needed, “ ‘s what I thought. So y’can do it yourself.”

“Please,” you practically sobbed, your walls clenching around him desperately. 

A small smirk pulled at his lips, “What was that?”

You repeated yourself, whining pathetically as you did. “Need you so bad, please Rafe. Jus’ need you to help me.”

“There we go, ‘s all I wanted to hear.” He finally placed his hands on your hips, lifting you up before slamming you back down on his cock all the while bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your head fell forwards onto his chest, your walls squeezing him and sucking him in. “Want y’to cum.”

“Can’t,” you shook your head, moans slipping out between your words, “not close yet.”

“No? Not close yet?” He said in mock offense, “ ‘s it not good enough for you? I’ll just stop then, shall I?” Pausing his movements, his cock stilled inside of you. 

“No, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please.” You protested wildly, your make up an absolute state. 

He hummed, one of his hands leaving your hips to pinch your clit, a yelp leaving you. “Then do what I fuckin’ say.” He left you seated in his lap and started to thrust up into you, his fingers relentlessly rubbing and tugging on your clit. You were a shaking mess on top of him, your knuckles white as you gripped his shirt in your fists. A long and loud moan left your lips, just as you were about to cum, a car pulled up behind you both. 

The two of you froze, Rafe looking at the side view mirrors to see someone getting out the car. He grabbed his discarded jacket from the back seat and threw it over his lap, covering the point where the two of you met. Clearing his throat, he rolled down his window, his other hand still putting pressure on your clit. You buried your face in his chest as a man came up to the open window. 

“Car trouble?” He asked, surveying the two of you. 

Rafe shook his head, “Nah, she’s just havin’ a hard day. Jus’ needed a sec.” The man hummed, him and Rafe starting to converse. Much to your dismay, Rafe and the man just kept talking, you weren’t sure how Rafe was acting so normal. Just as you thought the guy would leave, Rafe said something that prolonged their talk and as he did, he began to start rubbing firm circles on your clit. Your teeth dug into your lip, your grip on his shirt becoming impossibly tighter. You did your best to keep quiet but couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as he pressed down and started making harder circles on your clit, occasionally pinching the swollen bundle of nerves. “Y’okay, baby?” He asked as if he wasn’t the reason for your cry. 

You nodded and tried to play it off, only for him to adjust the way he was sat slightly, his tip pressing against the spongy spot inside of you, pulling yet another whimper from you. “You sure, you’re okay?” He asked again, you could hear the smug tone of his voice, his words lined with amusement. After what felt like years, Rafe stopped speaking to the man who then got back in his car and drove off, leaving the two of you alone once again. 

He increased the speed he was rubbing your clit and bucked his hips up into you, your cunt so wet that it squelched as he began his thrusts again. “Think y’can cum f’me now?” Instantly, you nodded, one more thrust from him sending you over the edge, your body consumed by sheer ecstasy. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you, not relenting from his quick thrusts. 

He didn’t stop, his hand on your hip wound around your waist, holding you down on his lap, his other continuing it’s incessant circles around your clit. You whined from overstimulation but didn’t protest, too fucked out and desperate for more. He didn’t have to keep his pace going for long before you were cumming around him again, and this time he followed after you. Letting out a loud moan of his own as he spilled his warm cum inside of you, thrusting gently to work you both through your climaxes and unintentionally fucking it further into your womb. 

“Too much,” you whispered as his gentle thrust continued. He stopped not long after that, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears that had collected under your eyes. After the two of you had caught your breath, he helped you settle back in your seat, handing you his jacket to wrap around yourself as he drove back home. As your eyes fell shut, you couldn’t help but feel victorious, having gotten what you wanted.��

Sighing, you reached your hand out to Rafe, wanting to hold onto him in any way you could. A smile pulled at his lips at your gesture, you always wanted to be able to touch him when you got like this and to him it was undeniably one of the sweetest things about you. He intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping one hand on the wheel, and let you bring your connected hands into your lap. He drove slowly, no longer in a rush to get home. For now, he’d forget about the fact you wore the skirt to tease him on purpose, something he hadn’t expect from you. But next time? Oh, next time you pulled something like that, he’d be sure to teach you a lesson for messing with him like that. 

a/n: requests are open

[cherriicou]

thinking about jealous!lee chan who would make you ride him as punishment for catching other guys attention..

‘you can do better than that,’ chan drawls, hitting your ass harshly with one hand, the other placed nicely on his abs. lee chan was being so fucking mean, way different than his usual polite self.

‘mm trying,’ is all you can let out as you try to bounce yourself harder on top of him. pretty eyes watering and your thighs are burning from how long you’ve been fucking yourself on him :<

when it came to sex, chan always made sure you were pleased first. whether it was using his fingers or mouth, you were his top priority! but right now, all he could think about was how his ‘friend’ looked at you when you came to drop him off lunch.

it pissed him off. he watched as you left cutely in your dress, hips swaying while you waved goodbye to everyone. he noticed that guy giving extra attention to your ass, smiling at you and even daring to touch your arm before wishing you a nice day.

that’s when he went straight home after work, ready to have you put on a show from him. ‘channie, please.’ you weren’t even allowed to touch him, which made this whole situation so much more sufferable.

he tsks his tongue, shaking his head as he tries his best to not let out any embarrassing noises from how tight your cunt was strangling him.

he knew he was being an asshole— he was so turned on at the sight of your legs trembling. your pretty pussy leaking down his cock so perfectly, drenching him so fucking good.

‘do you really need my help, slut?’ he groans, finally placing his hands on your hips for the first time tonight. all you could do is nod frantically, too fucked out to even let out words. a small smirk lands on his face, looking up at your adorable pout as you continued to let out cute noises and ride.

you were so perfect for him, he knew that. despite that man's dirty thoughts, he knows you would only have eyes for him. but he just needed some reassurance, have you boost his ego a bit.

so that's why he hardens his grip on your hips, turns you around to land on your back and helps you out <3 his cock was now at a different angle inside you, making both of you moan. 'let's see if you regret it,' is the last thing you hear from after completely ramming himself in you, hitting that spot that drives you and him nuts.

'a-ah,' you're a blabbering mess :< chan hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, going deeper til he's literally abusing your cervix. his grunts are only making you hornier, helping you take all that he's doing to you. your body is so sore, but you love it.

'fucking take it, god,' chan grunts, his hands going from your hips to your neck. he is enjoying this way too much that you can feel his cock throbbing with every tear that drips down your ruined face.

lee chan needed to prove a point.

a/n; haiii still in finals hell week, so here is another imagine of dino bc he's been on my mind lately... but after may, i will continue on with the older bf! svt series! promise :3 i do check my anon messages and have been writing whenever i can.. i just want them to perf so i wanna proof read before posting lol like this one is not proofread haha don't mind the mistakes

[xespa]

AFTERGLOW ✶ HUH YUNJIN 🍒

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 huh yunjin x f!reader ⋅ 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 1,967 words ⋅ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤/𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲 sub!reader, roommates au, soft dom!yunjin, fluff, explicit smut

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ⟳ alcohol consumption, both reader and yunjin are bisexual, small mention of “slut-shaming” (not from yunjin tho), yunjin is WHIPPED, overstim, fingering, oral (f. rec), multiple orgasms, spanking

“It’s like…everyone’s so fucking boring nowadays.” Yunjin rambles on as she takes another sip of her wine. “I just can’t find the right one that matches my vibe.”

You nod, “I feel. Literally everyone I talk to is lame as hell, they always rather stay in and watch movies than go on an actual date, which is fine sometimes…but all the time? Hard pass.”

It’s 2 am on a saturday night and neither of you had anything to do, you proposed going out clubbing but Yunjin wasn’t in the mood for that kind of night. She was more of a laid-back, chill type of girl while you were always out late partying and coming home with someone new every weekend. It’s not like Yunjin didn’t have guys (or girls) over either, she was just more discreet about it and made sure you were gone whenever she brought anyone over. She felt like she wouldn’t be able to face you again if you ever heard what she was doing.

“That’s ‘cause they’re just trying to fuck, oldest trick in the book y/n.” Yunjin chuckles as you lightly smack her arm. “What— it’s the truth! Anyone with eyes would wanna get in your pants.”

Well, maybe that explains why you’re always getting texts at 2-3 am asking to “come chill” even though you know how it’s going to end and you fall for it every. single. time. Maybe that’s why your last hookup called you “for the team” to all his friends, you fucked on the first “date” but only because he showed you cute pics of animals he rescued (curse you for being such a softie). But generally, it didn’t take much for you to want to sleep with someone because you had sexual needs just like everyone else, except you were a girl and that wasn’t very “ladylike” of you. That didn’t stop you from actively seeking potential sex partners though.

“Ugh, don’t say that! I’m just more of a lowkey person.. I don’t mind netflix dates but damn, ya girl could really use some wining and dining once in a while.” You express frustratedly. It’s been a while since you’ve been taken somewhere nice and the thought of someone planning a cute outing together made you yearn for a relationship even more.

Yunjin’s brows lift in confusion, “do I not already do that for you every day?”

She’s constantly cooking for you, soon as you wake up breakfast is made with your favorite—pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs! She’d also cook you dinner once you got home from an exhausting day of work, she was the perfect roommate you could’ve ever stumbled upon.

“You do— but that’s different..” Your voice trails off, thinking of any excuse as to why but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“How? Am I only your maid that cooks and cleans for you? Not worthy of anything else?” She pouts dramatically, of course she’d get offended by something so little.

“Yunnie don’t do this right now, you know I appreciate you and your sweet gestures all the time.” Sighing as you sink further into the couch, you decide to spill more about your not so eventful sex life.

“It seems like most guys only care about getting their nut then dipping, I barely finish if it at all after..” You realize how embarrassing that sounds to admit but you had to confess this to someone, you don’t even know why you continue to torment yourself with this kind of treatment.

Yunjin shakes her head in disbelief, appalled at the sad truth of your current dilemma. She too however, faced a similar issue at hand. She can’t seem to find anyone that’ll keep up with her crazy high sex drive. “That sounds truly awful, what the fuck? I’d have you on orgasm number five just from my fingers alone.”

Holy shit, did she really just say that? The wine is most definitely getting to her now. The room got real quiet for a second.

“Y-you would?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes at her.

She wanted to retract her statements out of embarrassment but you didn’t look put off by her advances at all, instead intrigued. Her cheeks turned rosier, very unexpected of you to put her on the spot like that but she was the one who opened pandora’s box to begin with. “I mean… yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” She replied, biting her lip as she gauges your reaction to see if what she said was okay. “I’m more of a giver than receiver anyway, I love giving head it’s my specialty. I’d leave you with that afterglow if you let me babe.”

Well now you were going to have to find out, you can’t just let her make such bold claims like that without having the proof to back it up first. You’ve always found your roommate extremely hot but you never tried anything out of respect for her boundaries, she did the same but her urges to make a move on you kept growing as you complained more and more about your past experiences— she wanted to show you how it was really done.

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Yunjin was determined in making sure you have a great time. Your pretty body splayed under her with your backside facing upward, giving her the view of a lifetime. “Fuck…” she curses under her breath, her digits sinking into your dripping core, greedily taking all of her in. You muffle the sounds of your moans by covering your mouth, you had a habit of doing so since you didn’t want to wake Yunjin whenever she was sleeping while you were getting it on.

“C’mon you don’t gotta be shy babe, be as loud as you want with me.” She husks, giving a spank to your left cheek leaving a visibly red handprint. Hands sliding up the curves of your body, caressing you as she pumps her fingers deeper. “Mmh.. fuck— Yunnie keep going.” whimpering out pathetically as your walls clench around her. She adds another digit to the mix, watching them disappear in your cunt while looking at your perfectly round, plump ass. Never in a million years would she think she’d be doing this to her roommate of all people.

You felt a knot tying in your stomach from the pleasure, grabbing onto the leather couch tightly—feeling yourself getting close already. “Sound so pretty when you moan, don’t stop.” She encourages sweetly, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I?” Sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

“Y-yes, think I’m gonna cu— oh fuck!” Eyes roll to the back of your head as feel yourself come undone on Yunjin’s fingers, creaming all over them as she continues fingering you, thumb swiping harshly over your clit to help ride out your high. The overstimulation was too much to handle for you, bratty whines escaping your lips as you just couldn’t take anymore.

“On your back now.” She orders, producing another spank to your rear, you squeal from the contact but get up and lye on your back as she told you to do. “Open.” Yunjin groans impatiently for you, slipping in her fingers coated with your milky essence. You suck them off one by one, getting a taste of yourself while looking directly in her eyes. God…you were going to be the death of her.

“Mmm.. so fuckin’ hot babe.” She smirks, planting a soft kiss to your lips to get a taste on your tongue. She needed to have more of you. Kissing down your chin, neck, collarbone, chest, all the day down to your navel—faint blotches of red appear on the bruised skin; creating a beautiful masterpiece on your body. More kisses are pressed into your soaked inner thighs, trailing her lips up to your entrance as she licks her lips before she begins feasting.

“Don’t hold back on me baby, be as rough as you want.” She coos, lowering her head to flatten her tongue, licking a long, slow stripe against your throbbing slit.

“Shit!” You almost cry from how good she feels against you already, bucking your hips into her mouth as she sucks on your puffy bundle of nerves. Eyes looking up at you fiercely while she watches you shake and writhe under her. “So good, so goood. Just like that, don’t stop please!” You continued grinding your core on her face, making a leaky mess all over her. She could care less though, she’ll happily drown in your juices any day.

Her fingers return back inside for extra stimulation but you end up crying out more, the feeling has your head spinning intensely. You don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on her hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not caring if it hurts since she said not to hold back. Her free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking her tongue rapidly on your clit and lapping up your wetness, you taste like a dream.

“Oh my god…” you mewl slightly above a whisper, you suddenly forgot how to use your voice. Her mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before. You feel bad for all the guys and girls you fucked in the past because they definitely won’t be getting a call back from you now.

“Taste so sweet baby,” she mutters before shortly going back to what she was doing, “mmmm…” she hums against you and the vibrations leave you shuddering. Another orgasm erupts out of you as you scream her name louder, spasming and shaking under her touch. This time your release squirts out onto her tongue, licking up every drop, even the left over excess on your thighs.

She presses a kiss to your abused clit, lightly dragging a finger over it to rub in circles, making it swell up again. “P-please Yunnie, no more… n-no more.” You whine again and again but she just pretends not to hear you. She’s not going to stop until she’s completely satisfied with the end result. The end result being you looking a total fucked-out mess.

“Shut up. Stop talking.” Her eyes darkened, giving you a menacing glare. You don’t utter another word, you wouldn’t dare test her right now.

She slings your leg over her shoulder and pushes you in closer, teasing your sensitive entrance while curling her fingers inside, she could do this all day if you’d let her. Your breath shortens, digging your nails deeper into her skin from the bliss you feel— you were overly sensitive and felt another one nearing your way. She wasn’t even using her tongue on you anymore, she was just so good with her fingers alone it was enough to have you squirting all over her.

And you did just that, again. “That’s right baby, cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” She praises, feeling the tightness of you wrap around her. Your body was so numb. Panting, moaning, vision getting blurry as you coat her fingers with your cream for the third time in a row. She pulls them out slowly, letting you drip all over the couch, chuckling with endearment of you. It almost didn’t feel real with the way she was making you cum so easily for her. She had a natural talent at this it seems. You felt weightless, as light as air in her touch, a radiant beam of ecstasy lingers within you.

“That was…incredible.” You gush, ruffling her already disheveled hair, “I haven’t felt like this in a really long time.”

Yunjin kept smirking; boy you were in for so much more tonight. “Mm.. just relax pretty, ’m not even close to being done with you yet. Gonna have everyone know who’s my name once we’re finished.”

[novas-corner]

Gang I saw someone make a post about being isekaid (???) into LaDS and I think it would be really funny to write my own version (heavy inspiration taken from them but I saw this months ago and cannot remember who they are, if it was you homie you cool asf.)

Um anyway, I think it’s funny so here is basically just… me??? But written as something anyone can read. Being isekai’d (?????) into LaDS (I’m only there to collect cards and stare at pretty men, I genuinely know little to nothing about their lore, this will be painful to read if you’re deep into their lore😍)

This has been read once over, just to make sure I didn’t add my own name in anywhere, but that’s about it

I DIDNT ASSIGN COLOURS TO THEM AND IM ON MY PHONE SO ITS LIMITED (oh yeah hi this is me weeks later writing more of this, you wouldn’t know that though, this all came out at once) ANYWAYS COLOURS ARE HERE.

Xavier. Zayne. Rafayel. Sylus. Caleb.

Ok anyways back to whatever this mess is 🤩

Oh fuck! An isekai!!

One day you’d be just playing your silly little gacha game, staring at the screen as you debate if you wanna swipe the card or not. You decide ‘the gods will give me a sign if I should or not’ knowing damn well you probably will anyways (This if for my gambling addicted freaks… you spend too much money on pixels, put the card dOWN)

You decide to sleep on it instead of spending the twelve dollars left in your account on a few pixels. The decision will be slept on and if you roll over in your sleep an accidentally send yourself into debt… oopsies!!! Y’know? God forbid someone have their hobbies!

What you did not expect however was waking up on solid ground in someone’s house… did you drink before going to bed and forget..? Whose house is this???? Why does it look so… familiar? You swear you’ve seen this place before, maybe you met an old friend and passed out on their floor? But you swear you didn’t go out last night, so how in the hell…

While you’re sitting on the floor pondering what in the hell is going on a knock at the door snaps you out of this trace of yours.

You pause.

More knocking.

Well fuck… someone should answer that… and you seem to be the only person home.

You reluctantly pull yourself off the floor and over to the door, the person knocks again as you open the door. He’s mid knock and you recognize this very familiar face.

“XAVIER..?”

You can’t help the shocked call of his name that tumbles out of your mouth, you’re staring at him wide eyed and he’s just looking at you confused.

“…yes? We had a date for today, did you sleep in again?”

He’d say with a small chuckle, letting himself in and ruffling your hair.

“You look a mess, not in a bad way though!”

He says backtracking his words slightly. You’re still stood at the door slack-jawed when you notice a mirror and move over to it… damn you really do look a mess.

But not just that, you look eerily like your character from LaDS… oh dear.

“I WAS ISEKAID?????”

You’re freaking out a bit right now, you never play the game for the story, you don’t know their personalities, they’re going to act so much different than you’d expect and you won’t be able to stop it.

You pause, thinking for a moment. Ain’t they all in different timelines or something..? FUCK YOU GOT THE XAVIER ONE. Whatever he’s still cute as all hell and a FREAK so you could get used to it. (I’m a Caleb person, so sue me, this is me if I was isekaid not you)

He’s standing behind you now, confused.

“Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”

You don’t know how to answer, lucky for you, you don’t need to due to another goddamn knock at your door.

“Oh did you plan something with Tara at the same time again..? We can go out later if you need”

He’s smiling as he opens the door, sweet as sugar he is. His smile however, fades pretty quickly seeing another man at your door.

Your face drops, you feel faint, why you??? Give the isekai to someone else!!

It’s Zayne!!! Yaaaaayyy…

Alright well you could maybe talk your way out of this… or well… you thought you could. One by one more of them show up until five men are surrounding you as you sit on the couch, head in your hands as you try and figure this mess out.

Rafayel and sylus are doing most of the talking, arguing with each other about who’s dating who and whatnot.

Eventually you get sick of the lot of them, standing up and shouting at them to shUT THE FUCKUP-

“Okay please for the love of gods just shut up! Gods!! Your bickering is driving me insane I’m just trying to think!!”

“Think about what, the fact you’ve been cheating on all of us?”

Your head snaps to Rafayel.

“Listen to me and listen good mister man. I ain’t the me you know, I hardly know all of y’all in general!! Is an isekai a thing here?? Do y’all know what that is?”

The five are clearly confused, you don’t let them speak.

“Well it’s what happened to me, I’ve been brought from a different reality into whatever the hell this one is, and somehow I wasn’t put in the main story but eACH OF THE DIFFERENT TIMELINES.”

You’re frustrated, flopping back down on the couch with your head in your hands.

“I don’t know how I got here I just know I’m not supposed to be here. None of this is right and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Sylus smacks Rafayel on the back of the head and tells him to apologize, which he walks over to your side and places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hey… I’m sorry…”

This does not however stop (man I gotta assign personalities to all these mfs hold on I’m googling it… okay I’m back five minutes later, I’ve got it kinda right for the OG three, luckily the only two I’ve paid any attention to are Sylus and Caleb 😭‼️) Xavier from looking at you confused.

“So we’re all… from a video game..?”

Euuuhhggh… maybe you shouldn’t have let that slip… gods now you’re gonna deal with a mid-life crisis from these idiots-

“So you would know… things about us we haven’t told you then… right?”

You’re confused but nod.

“I mean yeah kinda? My issue here is that I don’t… play the story that much, I’m bad at focusing on something for a while”

“Oh? Interesting sweetie… what are we like then?”

An excuse to yap about the game??? SAY LESS.

“Well… hmmm… Sylus you’re a mafia boss troupe I guess, mean, cold, scary, tough… I’m running out of words here… regardless, you’re like an angry kitten, which is ironic since that what you call ME. When we meet you’re so mean, you try and kill me kinda, whatever… and then in the alternate universe where we date you’re literally the sweetest ever??? It’s kinda confusing. ALSO. YOU HAVE SUCH A BACKSTORY WITH US??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE A DRAGON WHO SAVED US AND THEN WE KILLED YOU AND FATED YOU TO SEARCH FOR US FOREVER??? THATS SO DEPRESSING??? Ooooh sorry I ramble a bit sometimes.”

You add that last part in with a small laugh, he’s staring at you absolutely dumbfounded.

“Oh right I guess your version of me didn’t know that… oops??”

You look around the room, asking if anyone else wants to hear your opinions on their story, they all do (I just want to write it, I find it funny) so you turn to Caleb, who is your personal favorite (but you won’t say that out loud, it could end in a death.)

“You’re like my adopted brother, which is a bit weird when you think too hard about it but whatever you’re hot so I can look past it. You’re colonel of the fleet or something, you were only recently added to the game and unfortunately I didn’t get your extra story because I’m a broke bitch who will not pay for it. OH ALSO YOU TRICKED US INTO THINKING YOU DIED???? I WAS SO INVESTED IN THE STORY AT ONE POUNT AND WAS ENTIRELY SHOCKED THAT THE HOUSE BLEW UP WITH YOU INSIDE IT.”

He just chuckles and ruffles your hair. You push his hand away with a small glare and fix said hair (so sorry to anyone that’s not got hair reading this, just pretend for the sake of it being me and not you 🤩) now looking to Rafayel.

“You mister, you’re a pain in the butt. You’re annoying, you talk back, AND I THINK YOU KILLED ME IN A PAST LIFE??? I don’t know, mister mermaid boy and whatever else. You’re fun though I guess, and usually really funny, also impatient as all hell… which is ironic since I’m pretty sure we act the exact same. Or well- you act like how I act, not the MC, but ME.”

“Well that’s something”

“Yeah yeah whatever… Zayne you’re like… a cutie patootie who can do no wrong in my eyes. You’re my doctor but also my childhood friend, free healthcare for LIIIFE. You’ve probably managed to die like twice??? I’ll be so real I have not paid much attention to your lore, you’re just super sweet and rather quiet… which is probably why you have not spoken yet…”

He just nods, not really paying much attention… jackass…

“And Xavier!!! You’re mysterious as fuck, my guy I’ve played this game for months now and I still do not understand anything about you. You show up out of nowhere as my mysterious work partner and then in all of our alternate universe stuff you’re sleepy as heck and a FREAK. OH MY GODS YOURE SO FREAKY. I EXPECTED SYLUS TO BE THE SLUT BUT NO, SIR YOU’RE INSANE.”

He shrugs

“I know what I want”

“Right well anyways, now that introductions are out of the way… what’s uh… what’s the plan here?”

You’re looking around at the group, who are mostly still not over the things they have learned they’re video game characters.

“Well… we had a date planned… so I vote everyone else leaves and we go on said date”

Which okay fair enough, but here comes the loud ones again arguing against it. You groan, moving over to Zayne, who has literally been silent this whole time, he’s like the calm amidst the storm for you right now.

“I’m glad you’re at least chill about all this… pun not intended”

He laughs a bit at your words, patting you on the head.

“Well you don’t know what’s going on and if what you’re saying is to be believed, you had a life outside this. I’m sure us fighting like this is only adding to your stress.”

“Sir I could marry you right now, why are you such a sweetie??”

You blurt out like an idiot. He just chuckles again, wrapping an arm around you. He’s surprisingly warm for his evol being y’know… ICE??

You both just kinda watch the rest of them (mostly raf let’s be real) bicker, looking back up at him.

“Should I step in befor- SYLUS DO NOT KILL RAFAYEL-“

That mf got FED UP with that fish, and unfortunately fish are prey to birds. Sylus was about to use his evol on Rafayel and Rafayel was about to retaliate. The two look over to you as you shout at Sylus.

“As sweet as it is that you’re still willing to fight over me knowing I’m not the person you’ve grown to care for or whatever, I ain’t letting you kill each other. I’m very bad around blood, I will puke and never forgive you.”

You say with a glare, walking over to the two. Rafayel hold hind hands up in surrender. Sylus just shrugs, Xavier and Caleb didn’t attack but Caleb definitely seemed ready to.

“For now until we figure out how to get me back to my universe… can we all just… chill?”

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground, a noise of surprise (it can be as loud as Tom from Tom and Jerry, or a cute kawaii lil noise, idc make it up, have some whimsy) comes out of your mouth as you find dAMN CALEB WITH HIS FLOATY POWERS-

He just hugs you, fall in back onto the couch.

“Yeah we can make that work pipsqueak, let’s all just relax m’kay?”

He’s patting your head all sweet while giving the others a shit eating grin, they want to fight but remember you literally JUST told them not to, and so they reluctantly gather on the couch with the two of you.

“Well… not how I expected my night to go.”

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HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA SO SORRY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE FOR NO REASON. ITS SO SILLY??? Also this was almost purely just a me yapping to myself one day and then I went “lol what if I wrote this down?”

Anyways I might make separate one shots of like dates with each boy separate or together. We’ll see if I want to or if people want me to. Idk, I just got here man 🤩