#he needs a nameeeee

[demonpiratehuntress]

mistletoe

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader

summary - jumping on the mistletoe bandwagon, their reactions to finding themselves under the mistletoe with you

warnings - none

a/n: Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I don't but I wanted to wish everyone else :)

ZORO

You would be lying if you said you didn't plan all week mostly trying to get Zoro under mistletoe with you. Coming up with excuses to get him in a doorway seemed near impossible, but after a very long few days of thinking, you had your plan set.

"Zorooooooo~"

The swordsman groaned, knowing exactly what that sing-song call meant for him. It could only spell mischief, and he popped open an eye to peer at you curiously.

"What do you want, woman?" He grumbled.

You pouted, "Come onnnnn, lighten up! It's Christmas!" You tugged on his arm. "Pleaseeee?"

He sighed loudly, "Fine."

He let you pull him up and drag him along, silently cursing his willingness to go along with whatever silly endeavor you chose for each day. He couldn't help it, as much as he wanted to just sleep, he loved you enough to participate in your silly antics.

When you suddenly stopped and pointed upwards, Zoro was confused. Then he looked up, and his eyes found some mistletoe hanging from the top of the doorframe.

"Seriously?" He looked back at you, frowning.

You rolled your eyes, "Fine, I'll go get Sanji."

That was enough to make him growl and grab your waist, tugging you forward so you were against his chest. You giggled innocently and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You're so annoying," he complained, but kissed you anyway.

He kissed you slowly and deeply, pouring as much love as he could into it. Usually these kisses were brief, but he drew it out and kissed you for longer than you expected, effectively knocking the wind out of you when you pulled away.

"Now can I nap in peace?"

ACE

This man right here is perhaps the only one in this list that does not need to be dragged under it. He is the one carrying it around, putting it over two people's heads randomly and then running off giggling when they yell and chase him. But he will also put it over your head and his, although it took him a few tries.

"(Nameeeee)! Look what I got!"

Your energetic boyfriend bounded into the room you were busy in, holding something behind his back. He pouted when you didn't even look up, before repeatedly tapping your arm to get your attention.

"(Name), (Name), (Name)..."

He's like a little kid. So eventually you give in and look at him, only to see him raise something and hold it above yours and his heads. You blush madly upon seeing what it was, feeling butterflies form in the pit of your stomach. The fiery commander smiled innocently, and you couldn't help but giggle as you pulled away from your work to indulge him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist.

"Well, look what we have here," you smirked.

"I know, what a coincidence," he shot you a goofy grin, leaning in.

"I'm not complaining."

You crashed your lips against his, kissing him fiercely and hotly. He reciprocated immediately, making sure to keep the mistletoe hanging above as he cupped your cheek in his free hand, smiling against your lips. He loved kisses like these, energetic and passionate but also loving and adoring.

"That was by far the best response I've gotten to hanging this over people's heads."

"Oh my god, Ace!" you giggled, realising why everyone had been out for Ace's blood today. You shook your head at his antics, pecking his lips one more time before going back to work.

LAW

The complete opposite of Ace, Law is the hardest to get under the mistletoe. He is always cooped up in his room, working, and barely leaves. So you have to do some really deep thinking and planning to get this stubborn man to kiss you under the mistletoe.

Of course, he has to leave his room for meals, so you decide to strike at breakfast on Christmas.

You failed to account for the fact that Law was the most observant person to ever exist, and that he would easily spot the mistletoe you not-so-secretly hid above his doorway. He did find it, and called you first - knowing full well this was one of your shenanigans.

"(Name)-ya, what's that?"

You swallowed nervously and looked up, letting out a nervous chuckle, "I have no idea how that got there."

"Uh huh," he hummed, stepping closer to you. "Look me in the eye and say that again."

You couldn't. And now you were getting too nervous to even just grab him and kiss him, but little did you know that was part of his plan. He was flipping the switch, turning the tables on you and making it seem as if it was his idea.

"Well, you know the rule," he said casually, leaning closer to you. "I'm waiting."

Your face turned a dark shade of red at that, and you fidgeted with your shirt anxiously before leaning in to meet him halfway, letting your lips touch his gently. He was the one who deepened it, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Law, when he wanted to be, could be just as mischievous, if not more.

SANJI

I take it back, Sanji is the easiest to get under the mistletoe. In fact, he is the one planting the mistletoe everywhere in hopes of getting to snag a kiss from you at one point. Little did he expect, his plan would backfire quite miserably. Because instead of walking into the kitchen with you, you got stuck in the doorway with Usopp under the mistletoe, because Usopp had tried to get out the same time you tried to go in.

"YOU LONG-NOSED SNAKE-"

Sanji was fuming, throwing a tantrum as you just giggled and pecked the sniper's cheek, earning an embarrassed blush from him as he scuttled off.

"Babe-"

"Next one is mine, I swear!"

That did not happen. You just happened to be walking out of the aquarium when Zoro walked in, and Sanji almost fainted when the two of you landed under the mistletoe.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Rules are rules, twirly brows," Zoro smirked, enjoying this solely because it irritated the hell out of Sanji. As the blonde fumed and threw another tantrum, you gave Zoro a quick peck on the cheek as well before moving on.

Only after you had given Luffy, Brook, Franky and Chopper cheek kisses as well did Sanji FINALLY get you under the mistletoe, but by then he was in tears. Crying over how badly he'd planned this.

"Come here you," you laughed and pulled him close by the collars of his shirt, smashing your lips against his. You kissed him fervently, showing him that you'd been waiting for this kiss the most. He eventually relaxed and kissed you back just as passionately, locking his arms around your waist.

"About damn time."

KAKU

Oh, boy. The ratio of boys to girls in the CP9 team is horrible. There are two women, compared to six men. That's excluding Spandam, because you never included him in these things. But still, it was quite difficult for Kaku to surprise you with mistletoe because of the rare chance of getting you to walk where he placed it without you figuring it out.

Oh well.

So, begrudgingly, Khalifa agreed to help him out. Knowing it wouldn't be suspicious if she led you through a specific doorway, you followed her easily without questioning it.

That is, until she stopped outside the doorway and you entered at the same time as Kaku was trying to leave. The CP9 swordsman blushed, thankful that this worked, and shyly gestured up towards the mistletoe. Your eyes widened, before your own blush formed on your cheeks.

He is so so shy, you are the one who actually makes the move. He may have planted the mistletoe, but he is too nervous and flustered to actually lean in and kiss you, so you have to grab him by the zipper of his jacket and tug him down to meet you at eye-level.

"It's cute that you planned it out," you smiled innocently, knowing about it since Khalifa was not great at hiding what her task was.

"How did you-" He looked at Khalifa, who just shrugged and turned away. He blushed harder, "I didn't want to get anyone else under here by accident."

His admission made you giggle, "Fair enough."

Then you leaned in and kissed him slowly and deeply, angling your face away from his long nose after multiple experiences of your kisses being ruined by your eye being poked. His arms slipped around your waist and he lifted you up slightly, since he was much taller, and kissed you even deeper than you had kissed him.

"Get a room!" Jabra yelled, which you both ignored.

LUFFY

At least everyone else on this list actually knows what mistletoe is. Poor Luffy was so confused by the concept when Nami brought it up a few days before, and even explaining it to him didn't help. Unfortunately, on the day of Christmas, before anyone could actually show him what it was, Luffy had already eaten like three of the four plants that were strung up randomly around the ship.

"Luffy!" Nami scolded, "They're not food!"

Sanji had set them up, not knowing your dear captain would be oblivious enough to consume them, though he should have known better. Fortunately, since the cook was desperately trying to get either Robin or Nami to kiss him, he had spares.

"It's mistletoe, Luffy," you giggled as you took his hand and guided him to where Sanji had hung a surprise one for you and Luffy.

"What does it do?" He blinked, so very cutely confused.

"Well," you began, stopping under the doorway with the mistletoe, "You have to kiss the person you end up under the mistletoe with." As you said it, you blushed hard.

"But why?" Luffy asked. "Can't I just kiss you anyway?"

You laughed at that, blushing more, "You can, but it's more like...a cute tradition."

"Oh," he nodded, looking like he understood. He did not.

"Luffy," you sighed, pointing up at the plant.

He looked up, got excited and reached for it...only to have you slap his hand away.

"Don't eat it!"

Before he could respond, you tugged him against you by his waistcoat and kissed him deeply, successfully distracting him from his mission to apparently consume all the mistletoe you owned. He wrapped his arms around you excitedly and kissed you messily, but you didn't mind because he was just very eager.

"I get it now!"

USOPP

Like Kaku, Usopp is an extremely shy, flustered boy. He is so nervous all the time and when Robin off-handedly mentions mistletoe a day before Christmas, Usopp almost faints. He has kissed you before, but the idea of setting it up and leading you to it had his knees knocking together, his legs becoming two wavy lines.

"Usopp!" You called excitedly, rushing to find your boyfriend. While he was so nervous about the mistletoe, you had no such qualms and even blatantly waved it around over your head. "Look what I found!"

When you reached him, you smiled innocently as you held the little plant over your heads, grabbing his hand to pull him close.

"And what exactly do you have there?" He asked, feigning confusion.

You raised an eyebrow, then smirked, "Are you getting shy on me again? How cute." You kissed his cheek, making him protest.

"Is that my kiss?! That is so unfair, how can you just-"

You cut him off by actually kissing him, effectively shutting him up and drowning out his complaints. You kissed him deeply, much more passionately than your usual kisses and giggled when his legs almost gave out from under him.

"I-I was gonna do that..."

"Uh huh."

[pink-tea]

dumb blonde

☆ pairing: choi soobin x gn! reader

☆ nsfw, 18+

☆ word count: 4.1k (this number was honestly a jumpscare when i checked)

☆ sub! soobin, blonde! soobin, college au!, soobin with glasses <3, dumb blonde soobin, dom! reader, gender neutral pronouns but reader is afab at the time of smut, slut shaming, use of the word "bunny" once or twice, use of the word "slut", praise/degradation kink, nipple play

☆ the smart blonde has kept your attention this entire semester, but it isn't until your friend, yeonjun, offers you up to tutor his friend from work that you realize that really he's just a dumb blonde

you had always thought that the blonde boy in your class had a good head on his shoulders. always in the back of the lecture hall, either staring at his laptop screen or boredly looking through the assigned pages of whatever textbook you were currently reading. always the first one to turn in tests and quizzes, you secretly admired your classmate as he left the room before anyone else. 

‘he must be really smart’ you would always think to yourself before spending almost the entire class time to fill out your tests. whatever method works best though, you always got one of the top scores in the class. it felt good, but you’re sure it would’ve felt better had you been able to finish a test within the first 20 minutes and get the same grade. 

you never really checked or pressed about the scores of your other classmates—really only keeping in touch with two of them anyways—but you had always been sure that the blonde (used to be black haired) boy had done good. and it stayed that way until the first semester was well on its way to being over and finals were starting to plague the student body. 

“[your nameeeee],” a voice cut through your thoughts, causing you to turn around and raise a brow at your older, pink haired friend. 

choi yeonjun was practically a campus heartthrob, with pretty plump lips and irresistible, charismatic charm. you were well aware of that fact all the way up to when the two of you were paired together for a project, where you had almost cost the two of you ten points for forgetting to correctly cite your evidence on a slide of your presentation. you didn’t even get to apologize, promising to finish the slide an hour before the 11:59pm due date before you were on the phone with a hissy pretty boy who had pressed all the right buttons to get the stress you had been building up to burst. 

the call had ended with the two of you calmed but still bitter, silently glaring at each other’s icons on the same slide as you shared the citation work load, and with  a newfound respect for each other. you walked into your lecture the next morning with choi yeonjun holding an iced cup of coffee to you, a silent peace offering. you had smiled and promised to pay for the next one, and ended up leaving the class with a newfound friendship that had many people jealous of your proximity to the otherwise nerve-wracking boy. 

thus, your current predicament, sifting through an otherwise empty library with your friend as you attempted to scavenge for any research material at close to 10pm at night. yeonjun came to accompany you after originally crashing your dorm to have fun and play on your switch before realizing you actually had work to do. 

“yes?” you responded mindlessly, running a finger across the lightly worn spines of the books, worn more by age than actual use. 

“you’re smart,” he started, prompting you to look at him suspiciously out of the corner of your eye.

“yes, you are too,” you hummed, not mad at the praise but more concerned as to why your friend was suddenly pulling compliments out of thin air. your gut told you one thing and one thing only: he needed a favor. 

“i am,” he chuckled in agreement, prompting you to snort at his show of ego. “however, you, have more free time than I do,” he pointed out, which definitely made your suspicions start to rise. 

“just because you do a shit ton of modeling doesn’t mean I have more time to spare,” you shoot back, growing more concerned at the fact that this started to sound a lot like a time consuming favor. he rolls his eyes at your words, mouth opening up to most likely throw a (light hearted) insult your way before he closes it.

fuck, he definitely needed a favor if he wasn't back talking.

"just spit it out already, i know you want something," you huff, perking up at the sight of the crusty textbook you had been looking for. you reached out and grabbed it from where it was smashed between two equally crusty books. you held it in your hand and opened to the title page, wincing at the audible crackle of the spine.

you could hear the eye roll you received, but yeonjun happily took the invitation to cut to the chase.

"one of my coworkers goes here too, and he helped get me my current gig since he knows the photographer," he explained, pausing to laugh at the way you coughed when dust flew into your face after flipping the next few pages. "but the thing is, he's a little stupid," he said bluntly, causing you to chuckle.

"poor bastard," you hummed, closing the book and tucking it into the duffle bag you were carrying with you.

"extremely poor, he's gonna fail the semester if he doesn't get a good grade on his final, which is why i need you to help tutor him," your friend finally finished, causing you to pause in your tracks before sharply glaring up at him.

"an unpaid tutor? are you serious?" you hissed.

"it's just until he gets a good grade on his final! look, i promised and i can pay you back for him," he reassured, pouting at the harshness of your glare. you groaned audibly before turning and beginning to walk away, causing yeonjun to quickly start talking again. "hey, look, it could be worse! he's a total cutie, so at least you get to tutor eye candy!" he tried to persuade, causing you to let out a scoff.

"junnie, you act like i'm gonna be fucking the guy more than i'm gonna be tutoring him," you deadpanned, causing a cheshire grin to spread on the pinkette's naturally pouty lips.

"who says you can't do both?"

-

now you wish you had never listened to this asshole and his promise to buy you takeout whenever you wanted till you finished tutoring his friend. because yes, his friend soobin, was in fact the greatest 6'1 piece of eye candy you ever seen. but he also seemed to share the same black framed glasses and blonde hair as the boy you had been fixated on for the past semester.

"ah," you let the sound slip past your mouth before you could even register it. probably less than a few centimeters away from knocking his head into your doorway stood the model your friend had been talking about. surprise not surprise, he was most definitely the guy from your class.

it took a few more seconds of gawking and the guy doing his best not to look too uncomfortable under your stare for you to snap out of it. "you're choi soobin?" you asked, tilting your head. he nodded hesitantly in response.

"[your name] [last name]," you introduced, watching almost in a trance as a shy smile crawled onto his lips.

"i know," he responded, causing your eyes to widen and your heart to flutter at his boldness. he seemed to catch on to what his words might sound like, eyes quickly widening in panic. "y-yeonjun! he's mentioned you before!" he added, ears burning.

you stared a second longer before smiling, stepping aside to let him into your dorm. "only good things i hope, but knowing yeonjun that probably isn't the case," you joked, watching soobin as he chuckled at your remark and stepped in. you couldn't help but just watch.

god he was cute...

...but damn did studying suck!

after an hour of what felt like running in a circle trying to teach this boy simple concepts that he should've learned like two years ago, you soon found yourself growing frustrated. sighing irritably in a way that had soobin flinching, you tried to put down your erasable pen as gently as you could without slamming it down onto your desk.

"if you're struggling this much with the current coursework, how the actual fuck have you been turning in your shit so quickly in class?" you huffed, patience already thin enough to where you were openly swearing to someone who was practically a stranger.

soobin visibly flinched this time, lips twisting into a sort of grimace/pout as his fingers wrung together. "i usually just guess...most of the homeworks and partner projects lift up my grade," he admits guiltily, quickly shattering whatever ideals you used to have of him in just one sentence/study session.

you laugh in disbelief, looking over his guilty expression as he sits in one of your spare chairs. "so what, you let people carry you through your classes and projects just cause they think you're pretty?" you shoot, soobin's eyes quickly flickering up at you through his lenses.

"what? don't tell me you think people actually help you cause they're nice," you ask in shock, the blonde shaking his head as his gaze drops back down to his lap.

"no, it's just, i didn't think you thought i was pretty too," he admitted softly, making your eyebrows almost shoot up past your hair line. ain't no fucking way.

"seeing that you can't even get 4 questions right, you've gotta be pretty for how much of a dumb blonde you are," you immediately scold, testing the waters to see if you're getting the right signals. soobin seems to shrink even more in his seat, fists curled in his lap as he lets his head drop along with his gaze. the angle lets you observe the soft red beginning to dust the tip of his ears.

"m' sorry," he whispers, the motion of his thighs squeezing together doesn't go unnoticed by you. in a bold move, you slide into his space, forcing your knee in between his and drinking in the startled mewl that rips from his throat at the aggressive motion. he looks up at you again, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

his lips are parted, you swear you can see them tremble a little bit and you don't fight any of your previous urges to touch the pathetic boy. smiling at his state, you press your thumb into his bottom lip, grabbing and tilting his chin up in the process. he gasps, letting his mouth drop open to let your thumb slide on top of his tongue.

it's wet and you bet it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for saliva to start dripping down your knuckle. pressing down on the pink muscle, you tilt your head down at soobin's slightly hunched figure. "you said you're sorry?" you ask, pressing your thumb down so hard that soobin almost has to fight the urge to swallow around it.

instead he nods hesitantly, eyes wide and watery as his glasses start to slip down the pretty bridge of his nose. you almost grin at the action, watching the saliva finally side down soobin's pink lips. removing your thumb, you take the drenched digit and wipe it across his cheek, pressing it hard enough against his skin for his head to turn a little.

he only has the time to close his mouth and swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth before he yelps at the sudden feeling of your hand in his dyed hair. soobin watches your smile turn into something cruel, feels his dick get harder in his suddenly too-tight jeans when he realizes you must think he looks completely at your mercy like this.

"do you even need these?" you huff, reaching to swipe his glasses off his face, making him flinch as you dangle them between your fingers. "i bet they're just for show huh, doing your best to not let anyone know how much of a stupid bunny you are," you accuse.

soobin's mouth opens like he's about to defend himself before it closes and his head droops in your hold, face burning brighter. "t-they're just for looks," he admits, the fact more humiliating than it should be. he should defend himself, bring up the fact that tons of people use non-prescription lenses for fashion, but his mind is still reeling from getting called a stupid bunny.

you do nothing to help, only giving him a short and disbelieving laugh before you're yanking his head back up to look at you. "hey," you call out for his attention, locking your gaze with his in a way that makes him want to squirm. "hurry up and get on the bed if you're really sorry for wasting my time," you say, tossing soobin's glasses to some unknown corner of your room as the gears turn in his head.

he's still frozen to his chair even after you release his hair from your hold, and you harshly nudge his growing bulge with the knee stuck between his legs. the impact makes him fight back a groan as he yolts, looking up at your glare with unmistakable puppy eyes.

"come on," you rush, watching as soobin immediately snaps back into reality and starts to stumble over himself to get up and on the bed. you want to coo at his eagerness, but suddenly grab his wrist as he begins to walk over to your mattress on wobbly legs.

"get naked first," you instruct, releasing your hold on his wrist. "and do it slow, right here," you hum, leaning back into your chair as you watch soobin's face grow pink in humiliation.

"like a strip tease?" he asks barely above a mumble, obviously mortified at the idea.

you laugh at his quivering voice, smiling and nodding eagerly. "mhm," you confirm, taking in his shifty nature and downcast eyes. "don't tell me you've never done one before," you accuse, suddenly looking at him through squinted eyes.

he quickly shakes his head, shaky fingers reaching up to grasp at the ends of hoodie. he keeps them there for a few beats before looking back up at you, hesitant. "s-slowly?" he asks.

this time you can't help but coo, fawning over how shy yet eager to please he is. "slowly," you nod.

soobin gulps before slowly beginning to take the gray piece of clothing off, revealing a delicious stomach that was lean yet slightly toned. as a model, obviously he'd have a pretty face and nice figure. your fingers twitch at your side as he starts to slowly uncover more of his torso, horribly aware of the daggers your stare is burying into his skin.

it's only when the end of the hoodie starts to slip over his nipples that you feel your initial plan to have himself strip crumble. you needed him under your fingers, in your mouth, gasping on your tongue. you stand up and start to close the small distance between you two, making him flinch and start to lower the fabric in his hands.

roughly, you grab the end of hoodie and tug it up past his nipples, making him gasp. holding it to his mouth, it only takes your voice to snap soobin out of his initial confusion. "hold this," you demand, looking at him with a look so predatory he can do nothing but swallow his saliva and close his pretty lips over it.

"good boy," you hum, now using both your hands to trail up from his v-line to his stomach. "knows just what to do, doesn't he?" you ask, raking your fingernails over the sensitive skin of his stomach as he looks down at you.

your gaze flickers up to meet his.

"answer."

soobin nods sporadically, catching the way his mind begins to slip as you fingers trail higher to his hardened nipples. you smile and the boy can only watch as you place your thumbs on your tongue one by one, slicking them up with saliva before putting the pressure on the pink buds. he jolts at both the feeling and the temperature, the saliva immediately catching on the blowing a.c. in your room.

he lets out a muffled moan at the feeling of your thumbs slowly rolling over his nipples, almost releasing the hoodie in his mouth when you add your mouth to kiss between the valley of his pecs. your sweet butterfly kisses trail lower and lower, your hands following down the minimal curves of his side as you go.

it's at this point that soobin realizes he doesn't know what the fuck to do with his hands, keeping them clenched tight next to him as he tries to refrain from touching you. he can't, however, restrain the full body jolt and muffled cry he releases as your lips press nicely against the hardened bulge within his jeans.

you take your fingers to unbutton them and pull down the zipper, the denim falling to the floor around him as you eye the obvious stain of precum against his calvin klein boxers. you don't give him any warning, almost causing him to cry out again as your hand slips into his underwear to tug his weeping cock out.

he's shaking by now, doing his best to hold himself up on wobbly legs as you lazily pump his erection. "pretty," you comment, admiring the flushed pink tip. "i guess everything about you is pretty," you comment off-handedly, making soobin's ears flush red before he throws his head back in pleasured agony.

harshly, you suck on the flushed tip, licking over the head to clean the precum seeping through his slit. you know he's fully expecting a blow job at this point, but with this you get off him with a cute 'pop' and tug his boxers down to meet his jeans.

standing up, you yank the sopping fabric out of his mouth, tugging the hoodie over his head and through his arms while all he can do is follow your movements. his last piece of clothing drops to the ground, and you give a happy hum as you look him over. pretty.

"bed," you say, and soon you have the 6'1 blonde laying down flat on your sheets as you look down at him.

you'd like to give him a strip tease in return, but the sight of him is so delicious that it gives you the patience of a starved man. soobin doesn't seem to mind, however, hazy eyes following your every move as you remove your clothes. when you get to your underwear, you pause at the thought of shoving them into his mouth as you ruin him.

one look at his pouted lips changes your mind; you want to hear every sound he makes.

"where do you want me?" you ask him, patiently waiting through the four seconds it takes him to form a response.

"on top," he admits finally, his fingers now finding themselves tangling in your now wrinkled sheets.

"on top?" you ask, taking your time as settle your naked figure on top of him. only, you settle just a few centimeters short of his chest, making him whine in protest. the weight of your body on him feels so good that he almost forgets to breathe, but this isn't what he asked for.

"what?" you ask, cupping his face as his lips twist into a clearly displeased frown. "is this not where you want me?" you tilt your head in curiosity, but your eyes clearly show how much you're enjoying it.

"i want- i want you lower," he confesses, brows furrowed and hands twitching as he fights the urge to grip your waist and slide you onto his cock himself. but soobin isn't a bad boy. he's your pretty little blonde angel and he knows better than to make you mad.

"lower?" you hum, making soobin's head drop onto the sheets underneath him as you slide your wet pussy down his chest and onto his abs. he can feel everything. he can feel you throbbing on top of him, but one look at your collected face makes him almost cry in frustration. you know where he wants you, you want him there too, but you're just being so so mean.

"[your name]," he nearly begs, eyes watering up as you look at him through your lashes.

"what's wrong now, tell me," you hush, sliding your hands down from his face in order to roll his pink nipples under your thumb once more, causing him to jolt underneath you. so cute, so sensitive. "tell me what you want," you urge, and soobin knows he has to be specific.

"i want you on my cock, please," he sobs, curling his fists tighter around your bed sheets. you smile down at him, feeling the words go straight to your clit. you know he can feel it too.

"how bad do you want it?" you ask finally, taking in soobin's borderline heartbroken expression at the question. but you're pleasantly surprised at the tears that start to slip down his cheeks.

"please please please, i want it! i need you around me, please!" he sobs, his puppy eyes going into full affect as he lightly thrashes in his attempt to lean up to get closer to you.

you stay silent for a few moments, eyes taking in the sight before you shrug. "can't say no to that, now can i?" you wonder aloud, finally grabbing his pulsing dick and sliding down on top.

you both groan at the same time, and when soobin shuts his eyes, you notice the stars in his eyes once he opens them back up.

you set a sweet pace, rolling your hips against his pelvis to get the both of you used to the feeling. you sigh in content, feeling pleasantly stuffed as you press your hands down on his chest for leverage.

"my dumb little blonde takes pussy so well," you coo, feeling soobin's hips stutter under you at the praise. "i bet he gets all his experience from letting any tutor fuck his dumb brain right," you add on, feeling his dick twitch inside your walls as he pouts.

"i d-don't let my tutors f-fuck me," he whines, rolling his head to the side as you start to properly bounce on him.

"oh yeah? am i not your tutor?" you ask, making him glance back up at you. "don't lie about being a slut, you're so fucking good at it, bunny," you scold, grabbing his chin to make him turn to you once more. there's more tears gathering in his glossy eyes.

"i'm not lying," he insists meekly, letting out a loud moan as you slam your hips down onto him and start to go at a painstakingly slow yet firm pace.

"you're gonna start telling me what i know and don't know now?" you question, tilting your head to the side as you keep eye contact. "last time i checked, my dumb slut doesn't know shit," you spat, pulling a whimper from soobin. "needs to fuck every one of his tutors so that they don't slap him silly for being so stupid," you continue, making him sob as the insults go straight to the dick he has buried inside your cunt.

"do you wanna get slapped, huh?" you ask him, taking the hand on his face to lightly tap at his tear-stained cheek. "i know you like getting told how dumb you are, can feel it inside of me," you remind him, making him let out a small 'n-no' as he turns his head away from your hand.

"of course not," you tsk. "you just want to waste my time and have me put you back into your place," you don't expect your words to have the effect they do, but soon you feel soobin's hands on your hips as he tries to lean up to you again.

"m' sorry, i'm sorry for being dumb," he cries, looking oh so cute as he begs for your forgiveness. you can't excuse bad behavior, though, snatching his wrist and pinning them over his head with one hand. you lean forward more, placing your other hand right next to his head to keep you steady.

"can't accept your apology if you're forgetting to keep your hands to yourself," you comment coldly.

"s-sorry," he whispers, shrinking into your mattress.

"wanna know how to make it up to me?" you ask, watching him quickly nod. he's dumb, he's sensitive and emotional, but if he's not the cutest sub--oh so eager to please--you don't know what he is.

"come inside, show me just how much i can fuck you dumb when i make you come over and over again," you explain, soobin's eyes going wide at the vulgarity. his dick aches painfully inside your tight cunt, wanting to fill it up with his orgasm however many times you want him to.

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

Can I request Platonic HuoHuo x Big sister figure!Reader. Reader works in the ten-lords commissions specifically in fyxestroll garden where She handles paranormal stuff and HuoHuo was a trainee judge so reader had the sense to protect her because she’s weak and helpless cuz she feels bad. Eventually huohuo looks up to them like an Older sister. Bonus: Tail poking fun at reader and essential annoys her everday

(PS: I want to protect HuoHuo at all cost. She’s so precious to me ><)

Sjfjsldjhjdixnjeidj I love HuoHuo so much she's my favorite little silly person :3

Protect her at all costs! - Platonic HuoHuo x Big sister!Reader

Being assigned a trainee judge was not something you were expecting, and definitely something you didn't want. Work was already hard enough as is, and you didn't need some young person getting in your way.

Madam Hanya told you that this judge was "different" than most others, and that she was quite young. You smiled and nodded at her as she spoke, though deep down, the thought of being stuck with someone sounded awful. When you finally met the girl, she definitely was not what you were expecting. You were expecting the small and timid sure, but that didn't cover it. She just seemed absolutely terrified of everything around her. She was especially afraid of that "tail" thing Madam Hanya explained to you, seriously that heliobus was a menace.

At first HuoHuo just tailed around you, helping with exorcisms and defeating the occasional heliobus. She was loud and whiny at times, but generally she was quiet and seemed to listen to you. The silence was nice when she started hanging out with you, though it slowly became unbearable. She seemed like she always wanted to say something, but never had the courage to say it.

So, you started asking her things like: "how did you sleep last night?" Or "what's your favorite food?". Usually she answered your questions with no problems, and would ask you some in return. She was actually a pretty nice girl, but there was one problem; that stupid tail thing that was stuck with her. It was constantly making fun of her, which was honestly starting to get annoying. You tried to tell him off at one point, but he just started throwing insults at you too. (And now he never stops...)

After a while, HuoHuo no longer tailed you around, instead working on her own things around fyxestroll garden. At first you told yourself that you were happy she was gone, you didn't have to entertain her and that stupid tail anymore. Yet, you would often turn around to ask her another question, only to realize she wasn't there.

It seemed like she felt the same way just weeks later, because she came to you, balling her eyes out.

"[Nameeeee]! Help me! There's a scary heliobus following me and I can't defeat it!" You jumped at the sound of her, and you didn't expect for her to come running right up to you, and wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug.

"HuoHuo- what are you doing here? Is tail not gonna help you- actually forget that, you don't need that stupid thing to help you." Surprisingly, he didn't spring out and hurl insults back at you, which was a nice surprise for once. You sighed and smiled down at her, as you slowly combed your fingers through her hair.

"if you lead me to the heliobus, I'll help you exorcise it. Just this once though, you need to learn to do it on your own. You can't always be with me, alright?" She looked up at you with tear filled eyes, and gave you a small nod.

"I promise I'll become stronger for you [name]. For you and Mr.Tail!"

Turns out the heliobus actually was a pretty insignificant one, and you gave her a small lecture about not letting the heliobus get into her head. That seemed to put her in the right mindset, because she never seemed as terrified as she did from that day on. (She was still pretty scared though- she can't just magically eradicate her fears.)

She also seemed more open around you. You taught her a lot of things, from how to exorcise more efficiently, to how to sew her own clothes back up when they got ripped. Despite your initial desire for her to go away, she was basically attached to your hip at this point, and you did enjoy her company. The only downside to her constantly being with you was that stupid tail that she had to keep around.

HuoHuo tries to keep it tame between the two of you, but tail is constantly provoking you or making fun of someone, which you cannot stand to listen to.

"HuoHuo, have you eaten breakfast yet today? If not, we can head to Aurum Alley and grab something." You had gotten the early patrol shift this morning, so you didn't have time to eat before the shift.

"Yes Miss [Name], I remembered your reminder from last night. I ate a great breakfast this morning!" She smiled up at you and you gave her a big smile right back- though you quickly lost that smile as tails stupid face showed up.

"Even the girl is more organized than you [Name]"

"Mr.Tail... that wasn't very nice-" HuoHuo knew what he was trying to do, and she didn't want another argument to start.

"so what? You know what, at least I get to choose whether or not I'm gonna eat before my shift. You on the other hand, have to do everything HuoHuo does."

"Miss [Name], please don't start another argument with-"

"I can do whatever I want!" Tail yelled over poor HuoHuo, you felt bad when the two of you talked over her, but sometimes it was necessary to shut Tail up.

"oh really? How come you haven't eaten me yet then? You've been threatening it for quite some time."

"Miss [Name], tail won't eat you, he's a vegetarian."

Both of you stopped arguing to look over at her, and you burst out laughing. Though, you quickly tried to contain it once you saw the embarrassed look on HuoHuo's face.

"I'm aware HuoHuo, I was just fighting with him because I needed someone to yell at. If you've already eaten, then do you wanna hang out with me while I go get food?" HuoHuo's face brightened up once you changed the topic, and she nodded.

"I would love to go with you Miss [Name]!" Despite her timid tone, you could tell she was happy to go with you. You ruffled her hair a little and smiled

"Well, let's head out then!"

Uhhh sorry I took a small break guys 😔

My last week has been really eventful and honestly I haven't had time to write (FURINA AND ROBIN REQUESTS ARE COMING YOUR WAY SOON). But I'm realizing now that I should've just kept writing bc it literally helps me wind down, I'm just about to go to bed and I think finishing this was the best thing I could've done.

I hope y'all enjoyed this one tho!! I honestly don't write sibling dynamics often but this was a good change of pace.

If you like my work consider rebloging and liking! It really helps more people see my work :)

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[raonwashere]

Lyney x reader headcanons / imagines !

★Okay so , imagine the reader being smt similar to kaitou joker , then the readers magic skills r better AND more mysterious then Lyney's tricks.

He's just sitting there confused while Lynette is impressed.

- you both are like frenimes , though he means no harm , he finds you slightly annoying

- he still needs you to explain how you walked on air with ease . Even he can't pull that off without practice.

- your cheeky smile and attitude always makes his heart flutter

- but he remembers that a phantom thief , so mixed feelings.

-though you don't really 'steal' things- but you do steal things , but return them , you call it borrowing hehe <3-example , 'borrowing' Lyney's cards ,his cato along with the hat , and maybe even his sister <3 or you could always steal his heart .. ;D

- you'll give it back though , just , he needs to work for it..

“ hmm , I want a kiss right here!” you tap your own lips. hes embarrassed and flustered.“[ nameeeee ]!! “

- your tricks make his head spin. When he thinks he finally cracks it , he finds himself more confused when he asks you and you say it's wrong.

- When you actually explain it to him , he feels stupid and dumb. He himself, a magician , couldn't figure out the phantom thief's tricks.- you only say you're learning , but he thinks you're amazing!

- Bonus; you know the gum kaitou joker uses to disguise himself as other people ?Okay , imagine.

You use the gum to disguise yourself as Lynette. Or Charlotte.

If you pick Lynette: listening to him ramble about you

If you pick Charlotte: Ask him questions. Non . Stop.

[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 004.

haikyuu x m!reader

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"i'm moving.." it was blunt. emotionless. nothing like hinata had expected this conversation to go.

not that he was even expecting this conversation at all..

"what?!" the said ginger haired boy jumped from his seated position beside [name], shocked. they had been watching another professional match when he brought the worry up. "where? when? why?!" 

[name] sighed. his eyes were downcast, the usual light in them completely gone as he blankly stared at the screen. they had been like that a lot recently. ever since his third year started hinata noticed the way he begun to sink into himself again. he was a lot like hinata first remembered him. cold, quiet and secluded.

the second year boy tried to cheer him up as much as possible. [name] wasn't exactly open with his feelings after all so hinata mainly had to guess, although he found that it was quite easy to read the h/c haired boy as they grew up. but it was hard when he didn't know what was causing him problems. he didn't attend the same school, he wasn't able to tell if [name] was having trouble there..

[name] didn't answer for moment, a little slow; "osaka.."

osaka was quite far away. too far away. hinata's face soured at that. 

"will i see you again..?" that was the most important question to him. he needed his best friend.

"yes" [name]'s head shot up, surprised at the sudden sadness in hinata's voice. he answered immediately without hesitation. "of course! we'll play each other at nationals! i'll win, but i'll be able to watch you play for real!" 

hinata couldn't help the snort he let out. they always had a way to lighten the mood. "i'll win! just you wait, [name]-kun!"

"mhm, sure" [name] hummed lightly, obviously teasing him. he wasn't as happy as he once had been but hinata's presence surely brought out a more playful side to him. 

"geh! you don't believe me! i'll show you!" hinata pounced on him, tackling him to the floor. they both rolled around, bumping into his bed and desk as they did so, laughing loudly as they jokingly argued.

"you lose every time we play anything, shoyo" [name] chuckled, pinching his side in retaliation, rolling on top of him. he laid his entire weight upon the poor boy, squishing him to the floor. hinata let out a loud 'oof' as he plopped on top of him, squirming to pull himself away.

"[nameeeee]" he whined, hand shoving against his cheek, trying to push him away. 

"shoyoooo" [name] mimicked, voice coming out slightly muffled due to hinata's hand. "you started this" 

"you didn't believe me!"

"and i still don't" [name] huffed, finally rolling off him, laying on his back beside him. "you just lost again" the jab was one that hinata usually reacted to but this time he only remained silent.

the pair lay side by side, both lost in their thoughts, the only sounds in the room being their slowing breaths.

[name] frowned again, he'd still have to tell his team. but for now, he was content laying by hinata. his best friend provided some sort of comfort no one else could..

—

he found that it was easier to reveal something like that to a team full of strangers than it would have been had his senpai been there. it was this moment that he was glad they weren't in the same year.

"sensei" [name] stepped over to the coach, picking idly at the skin around his fingernails as he waited for the old man's attention. "i won't be here to play the next tournament.. i'm moving to osaka"

"are you kidding? we don't have another libero!" washijou looked scorned, shocked. it was nice to know they needed him but [name] frowned, knowing they didn't need him for his talent, only desperate because he was their only choice. 

"i can train fujihara-kun to play libero for the games but i won't be playing anymore" [name] stood tall in his position, something that reminded washijou of tendou. the coach huffed, crossing his arms, realising that they had no other choice.

"very well" he nodded, reluctantly approving of the plan. he then yelled out, calling out the first year. "fujihara! over here!"

shocked and entirely nervous the second year boy, fujihara kento bounced over. [name] scowled at the way the red haired boy towered over him. stupid tall people. "you'll be playing as starting libero! [name] will train you until the tournament! learn something from him, got it?!"

fujihara in all his shaking nervousness saluted washijou before turning to [name], unsure of what to do. 

to be honest [name] didn't really have any idea of what to do himself, he had never trained someone before. they stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before he sighed, waving a hand to show fujihara to follow him. 

guess he'd just have to rely on how he remembered hiroto and semi teaching him. 

they started with the basics, receiving positions and diving drills. it was something they did often, after all, shiratorizawa only needed those with the capabilities to adapt. that was where their strength lied. honing in on one skill was no use to a team of all-rounders. 

that's probably what washijou had first found interesting in [name]. he wasn't quite an all-rounder but his ability as libero and possibly a backup setter were more than enough to earn him his spot on the team. unlike his negative thinking, washijou had more faith in him than he liked to admit. 

[name] had been a pillar in the shiratorizawa success. it was hard to find a libero quite so good, so reliable. shiratorizawa wasn't know for their impenetrable defence, the source of their strength lied in their spiking and blocking. the coach had to, albeit reluctantly, admit that he didn't think he'd ever make such a powerful team again now that [name] was leaving. they would lose their staple. 

all eyes were on the sole third year of the team as he gently corrected fujihara's movements, attempting to teach him a libero toss. he radiated warmth despite his tendency to be cold. perhaps it was a shiratorizawa thing to be a little emotionless, but he was their ever admirable libero. he would never know just how much the team really looked up to him.

"senpai" fujihara flopped on the floor freely as washijou had his back turned, now focusing on yelling at the poor spikers. "how do you do this? you make it look so easy during games" he whined, practically melting into the floor.

[name] offered him a small smile, crouching beside him, spinning the ball on one finger. "i've had a lot more experience than you, fujihara-kun" he shrugged lamely, earning a raised eyebrow and judging expression from the second year.

"i don't know" he threw his hands up, leaning back so that he landed on his butt. he held the ball still now, thinking of a better answer. 

"you always know what to do" kento sighed, "you're just so sure of your plays and where to dive. i can't do that, nobody else on the team can do that. we all hesitate before moving. you just know where the ball is going to be"

he didn't speak up for a moment, stunned at the revelation of the team's view of him. how did he do it? 

"i don't always know where the ball is going to be" he bitterly spoke, reminded of a certain brunette setter. he was the only one to outplay him, the only one who made him ever hesitate. "but it's easy to guess when you watch the other team's setups. volleyball is a sport where you have to be constantly watching. and once you know where to look it becomes second nature"

"so you.. guess?" kento sat up now, staring intensely at him. he obviously missed the point of his little speech but [name] didn't mind. he let out a small chuckle, pulling at the second year's heart strings.

"sure" he shrugged, "its more of an educated guess but i suppose it's still a guess. don't worry, fujihara-kun, you'll learn to do it too someday."

[name] stood now, shifting the volleyball to his left hand, reaching his other one down to pull the red haired boy off the floor, "for now, let's stick to the basics, okay?"

kento nodded, barely getting over [name]'s laugh. he had never seen him show such emotion before and he wanted to see it more often even if they only had a couple weeks together. he vowed to make the most of those weeks, he was going to make his senpai proud, become a libero he could be thrilled to call his kouhai.

—

tendou frowned at his phone, noticing the lack of messages from their favourite kouhai libero. he huffed loudly, head lolling backwards in frustration. semi rolled his eyes from beside him, he was being dramatic. 

"satori" semi didn't even look up from his homework as he wrote, already scolding him. "[name]'s a third year now and their final tournament is next week, he's probably busy"

"yeah, but he's never busy enough to ignore us!" tendou threw his hands up, annoyed. 

"well have you tried, i don't know, maybe messaging him?" semi finally glanced up now, raising an eyebrow at the red haired first year.

"no.." tendou crossed his arms, turning his head away. "but he always messages first!"

"just message him" they both jumped at a new voice, eyes trailing to ohira and ushijima. ohira gave them a judging look. "what? he's not going to ignore you if you message him. you need to reach out first"

"fine!" tendou finally agreed, reaching for his phone and immediately hitting send on a pre-written paragraph. semi raised both eyebrows now, eyes boring into tendou's head. the said boy turned away, ignoring the looks he received.

eventually they all went back to their own things, sitting in silence in the common room of the shiratorizawa dorms. inevitably, it wasn't long before tendou spoke up again. he lasted about 2 minutes to be precise.

"he's not answering.."  

they all groaned loudly.

—

meanwhile, [name] sat in his room, staring at the amount of cardboard boxes piling up by his bedroom door. he had one final box open in front of him, holding his various medals and volleyball possessions. he kneeled beside it, staring sadly at the photo in his hands. 

it was one he cherished the most, the photo his parents had taken after their win last year. he looked nothing like he usually did but neither did his teammates. they were all posing with their medals, standing together in two lines. tendou had his forearms on [name]'s own shoulders, leaning over his kneeling form from the line behind, both hands holding peace signs.

despite tendou's pose, [name]'s face held nothing but happiness, a bright grin spread over his lips as he held his medal up with one hand, the other holding a peace sign. he could tell his eyes were slightly red, evident that he had been crying some time before the photo.

semi stood beside tendou, ushijima on the red haired boy's other side with reon kneeling beside [name]. semi held his medal in one hand, pose having been matching most of the team if it hadn't been for his other hand reaching for tendou's head. however, his usual scowl was replaced with an amused smile, obviously teasing. reon held his medal with both hands, head tilted to smile at [name] and tendou's interaction. 

ushijima had a small smile on his own face, a rare sight for the ace as he too held his medal, completely ignoring the chaos beside him as his other hand showed off their award. the rest of the team proudly brandished their own medals, most of them, similar to ushijima, ignoring the fight about to ensure in the middle of the group in favour of celebrating their achievements. 

his phone buzzed behind him on his plain bed, stripped of all personality. he paused, finally placed the picture in the box, closing the lid and taping it up like the others. he took a moment to lift it to the pile.

he sighed, hands on his hips as he slowly spun around, staring at the empty room. he was going to miss this house, his friends, his neighbourhood. 

before he even had a chance to fall into a small depressive train of thought his phone rung this time, jolting him out of it. he scrambled for the device in a daze, stopping his frantic movements when he realised who the caller was. tendou. 

he stared at it blankly, before finally realising that he was going miss it. 

"hello?" he answered, raising it to his ear, immediately regretting his choice when tendou screeched into his ear.

"why didn't you answer my message?!" he frowned, face scrunching up in confusion before making the connection that tendou's message had been the one that had buzzed about 3 minutes ago. he heard the brief shushing in the background, amused.

"senpai" he begun, deadpanning. "you sent that like 3 minutes ago"

"yes, and?" [name] couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. he was really going to miss their antics.

—

goodbyes were always sad. maybe that's why [name] never mentioned anything to his beloved senpai. or maybe he had just hoped to ignore the reality for a bit longer in favour of talking to them about things he actually enjoyed. he did not enjoy moving at all, the feeling left a small hole in his heart. 

he felt bad for not realising that he hadn't told them as he was seated in the car, already on the way to his new home. shit, were they going to be mad? he pulled his phone out, intent on calling them before noting that they were in practice right now. he frowned, opting to leave a message to them before leaning back against his seat to take a nap, hoping to pass the long drive quicker.

'hey, call me when you're out of practice'

when he did wake it was to his phone ringing. he blinked blearily, confused as he straightened up, back popping before he reached for his device, clicking the answer call button, raising it to his ear.

"[name]!!" tendou's voice greeted him and he pulled back, checking the caller id again. it was semi. 

"hi satori-senpai" he sleepily answered, "is everyone there?"

"yup! even yamagata, you still haven't properly met him though.." tendou nodded despite neither seeing one another. "what's up?"

"put me on speaker" he waited for a moment before continuing once he had confirmation. "i forgot to mention it earlier.. i'm moving to osaka"

"what?! when?" tendou reacted first, voice the closest to the phone, obviously still holding it. the others followed suit, however their surprise was more contained than the middle blocker's.

"um, right now.." he prepared himself for the scolding. "i'm sorry, it really slipped my mind, we've all been so busy these past few weeks.."

it was silent for a moment, the group all soaking it in.

"you didn't say goodbye" ushijima pointed out, and [name] could hear the slightly disappointment in his voice despite his blunt response. "will you be playing volleyball at your new school?"

"i know, i'm sorry.. and yes, senpai, i'll be continuing volleyball. i'll still see you at nationals, and i'm planning to visit in the summer" [name] paused for a second, "if you want me to.."

"of course we do" ohira reassured. they knew [name] like the back of their hand.

"we better see you at nationals" semi teased lightly, trying to lift the mood. [name] was slightly worried at tendou's silence but the other's words made him feel at least a little better.

"who knows maybe i'll get to play against you" he suggested, a small grin playing on his lips. 

he heard tendou's scoff, and despite the mocking intentions it brought relief. "i'd like to see you beat us, we'll win" 

"you never know" [name] offered a teasing remark, beginning to calm now that he knew they weren't angry with him. they never knew, maybe he would win..

—

when [name] stepped into the tokyo metropolitan gym he didn't know what to expect. like many of his teammates this was his first national tournament. 

they all beamed, full of what felt like endless energy as they glanced around at the multiple courts. they were surprised at the sheer size of the building, rows after rows of seating. the other teams hustled around them, many already familiar with their surroundings. 

[name]'s gaze slowly shifted from the courts to the other teams, catching sight of the purple and white uniform, eyes locking with olive coloured eyes.

"oh shit.."

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a/n: and now here come the ocs!! anyways more moments with characters coming :))

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8 - Have a good time, malyshka.

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“What's everyone’s next lesson?” Yanfei asked as you all crowded around a lunch table. She was throwing resource materials in her bag after tutoring Hu Tao all of lunch in hopes she doesn’t fail her next exam. “Double Music with José. He lets me do whatever I want so it’s kinda chill.” Venti answered, scoffing down the remains of everyone else's lunch. “Don't you have a house captain meeting after school?” Yoimiya asked, and visible wrinkles creased into Venti’s top brow. “Did you have to remind me?! Just thinking of being stuck in a room with the Shogun, Childe’s dildo and the Tsaritsa of all people makes me wanna barf.” “That may also be the vodka you're hiding in your metal water bottle.” Yanfei’s comment escaped her lips in a sigh as she forced her bag onto the empty seat beside her. “Don't snitch on me, slut!” “Xiangling’s already gone home?” I asked, turning attention away from Venti as he chugs down the rest of his ‘water’. “Yeah, said she’s gotta help her dad at the restaurant.” Yoimiya hoisted her bag onto her back and stretched. “See you later, I'm going to netball practice.” She waved a little as she turned her back and exited the canteen. We all said our bye’s as she disappeared out of the room. “I’ll be following them.” You continued as you dragged your bag off the floor and threw it over your shoulder. “Get a lesson?” Hu Tao asked, lifting her head from her note book where she was trying to physically force the revision into her head. “Nah. I’m done for the day.” “You know you don't have to stay for lunch if you don't have any lessons.” Yanfei reminded you as you collected your phone and lanyard from off the table. “Yeah but I always seem to miss things when I leave before lunch. Like when Xiangling decked a year seven for jumping the lunch line and Venti got stuck in the fold-away lunch table.” “It got stuck on my belt! Clearing the bitch wanted to fight.” Venti tried to defend but was soon silenced by Yanfei’s sharp tongue. “And the inanimate object won.” So he chose to take a chug from his water bottle again and pout. “Yep. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” “Byeeee.”

“Have a good time, malyshka.” Your dad’s last message laid on your mind, unable to move or leave. Yeah, having eight year olds running about really sounded like fun. Almost as fun as the ALS session waiting for you tomorrow. You thought about skipping it but you realised that by doing that, your parents would find out and somehow make this horrible situation even worse. It stung, honestly. They had never been harsh on you since you were a ‘delicate’ kid. Childe liked to say that was why you always got out of difficult situations. That Mum and dad were too frightened to be harsh with you since you might break. Like you were a glass doll. Clearly, that had changed. Clearly they didn't give a shit anymore because who cuts their own child off when they do bad in school? You had heard about it in movies and stuff but never expected it to become your reality. “I’m homeeee.” You didn’t need Teucer’s yell to announce his arrival. Him throwing the door into the wall was all you needed. You forced yourself off the sofa and to the entryway to find your younger brother kicking his shoes off in the doorway and a small girl behind him. “Hi Teucer.” You greeted him with a sigh, already feeling exhausted. “[Nameeeee]” He tackled you into a hug, jumping from space to space like a rabbit on acid. “[Name]! This is my friend Klee! Klee, this is my big sister [Name]!” You looked at the girl he dragged in, finding her undoubtedly adorable. Her cheeks were plush and pinchable, her hair was a sandy blonde with a red bunny pin in and her eyes were as big as the sky at twilight. Red sky at night, shepherds delight. “Hi! I’m Klee!” Your knees were bending before you noticed you’d crouched down to her height. “Nice to meet you, I’m [name].” Realising your weakness to this kid, you quickly pulled yourself up and away from her, looking in the direction of the kitchen. “How would you kids like to make some cookies with me?” That seemed like a good idea. Fill the children up on sugar and home that they tire themselves out or something. You could always made wee- NO! We don't drug kids. That sounds like a crime allegation that will definitely send you to prison. And anyway, you don't have access to that kinda stuff. Anyway, how difficult would it be to look after two little kids for a few hours?

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Hiyaaa

Just for everyone who's unformal with x's at the end of texts, they are just a term of endearment from family and friends. It's normal in the uk to receive them from like your parents and close friends and it doesn't really mean anything but that.

But if they are received from like a stranger or a person your 'talking to' it can also mean flirting.

Thanks for reading x

[halleyuhm]

Trick or treat!!!!!!! - @maddstermind

You've got a treat!

Here's a chat scene from Route LXVI. I had to ultimately put it aside because it was not progressing the plot in an already slow chapter, but it was fun to write, and it worked as a great character study. Plus, it marks the beginning of Liv's worst lie~~

The layout is a bit weird because I normally write my chats adjusted to the left or right according to who is talking. Here in Tumblr it's a bit different. Bear with me. There it goes:

You:

Hey remember this convo from the neolitic era

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Highzs🎱:

LMAOOO where did you find this?

You:

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Got them by digging in ancient discord convos

Highzs🎱:

Damn I didn't know grammar

That youre is killing me

You:

Aw I think you were trying to spell cool

like pot8os

Highzs🎱:

pot8os I'm deceased

You:

When you used to write everything wrong on purpose

Highzs🎱:

to mess up with you

so you wouldn't know when I actually spelt something incorrectly due to me being an idiot

You:

being dyslexic is not cinamons with being and idiot

Highzs🎱:

Synonyms*

You:

I did it on purpose!

Highzs 🎱

You are missing an n too

You:

I don't rely on the autoccorrect

Highzs 🎱

Such a helpful tool, though

Could have saved me some misunderstandings

You:

HAHAHAH

LOWZS I JUST REMEMBERD

That one time you told us that you were sick

Highzs 🎱

HAHAHAH NOOOO

You:

YOU TOLD US YOU HAD ANIME

And I spent the whole afternoon searching "anime illness" on Google

and getting top tens instead of answers

Highzs 🎱

HAHSHHSHS SORRY

But that's the reason you finally watched Your lie in April, so worth it

👉👉

You:

👉👉

Probably my fave dyslexia moment

Highzs 🎱

And meanwhile Soda like

Sucks dude, wanna play some Smash until you get better or

You:

HAHAHAHAH

I distinctly remember the moment you said you just needed iron and he went like what

Highz 🎱

He still teases me about it

Did you know that

In those screenshots you sent

In that conversation

I was kinda

Hinting

Towards him

You:

WHAT

I JUST CHIKES WHAT

Highzs🎱:

WHAT??

You:

CHOKED

I'm rearesding everything

Highzs🎱:

Hahaha really???

Ok you are

Hey runt come back down

You:

I'm back

Dammit Lou

I'm going to be so honest

During that whole conversation

I thought you were talking about me

Highzs🎱:

HAHAHAHA I KNEW IT RUNT

The moment you said

"You know you could tell me anything right?"

You:

I was so abviously trying to ease you idiot

I wanted to be a good friend regardless of the feeling situation

I was so off though, damn

Highzs🎱:

Awwww that's so sweet

I actually did like you for a while though

I was pretty confused

You:

Haha no bet

I'm glad you told me <3

Even though I already knew it lmao

Highzs🎱:

Me too

Now

*uno reverse card*

Tell me who you were referring to

You:

NO SHOT

Highzs🎱:

As that written statement proves

We made a promise for a 50/50

Anytime one of us confesses, the other has to do so

You:

Yeah ._. but I wanted to talk about the present, not the past

Highzs🎱:

The present? Weren't you with Percy?

You:

Uhm I could be poly

Highzs🎱:

Alright, intriguing

But first things first

Years later I'll know who you were referring to in that convo

You:

Man, you already know

Highzs🎱:

Say it

Saaaayyyy it

I'm waiting

You:

Man we were rivals and didn't even know it

Highzs🎱:

Nameeeee

You:

Good grief

It was Soda

Highzs🎱:

WHAT

You:

Don't act surprised you knew it

Highzs🎱:

Okay runt

Why did you never tell me

You:

You've activated my trap card!

Same question back to you

Highzs🎱:

Sexuality struggles plus one of the pivotal points was you

You:

I didn't expect a sound answer

Highzs🎱:

You?

You:

Struggles

Highzs🎱:

Fair enough

You:

I'm returning now to compensate though

I didn't send the screenshots for nothing

If you will also tell me your name, of course

Highzs🎱:

That's the promise we made so

You:

100%?

Highzs🎱:

Cross my heart and hope to die

On three?

You:

Uhh nice

On three

1

Highzs🎱:

1

You:

2!

Highzs🎱:

3!

I like Maeve

You:

I think I like Gray

HWAT

Highzs🎱:

What?????

[oucherie]

Say my name say my nameeeee

This guy slid into my DM a bit ago and we've been messaging each other for days. Today I heard his voice for the first time

Baby....the way he says my nameeeee....with CONVICTION. I fucking love it!

He's 2 years younger than me tho. Still on the fence over that detail but we had our 1st phone session today and my pickle has been tickled. I'm intrigued and I need to know about this guy

[enter-the-phantom]

Whoever gave Gabriel permission to be that hot, I just want to talk

[myszumizu]

OOH OOHH Can you do Noctyx with a vtuber!reader who’s like a super popular VTuber? Like , Like they can have 200K people watching their stream at a time ??

Fem/GN reader please !!

thank you for the request!! i apologise if this is a bit sloppy haha

gn!reader, fluff

NOTCYX WITH A FAMOUS VTUBER S/O

FULGUR

. best believe that he would be your BIGGEST fan

. tries to show up to your streams if they do not overlap with his own schedule

. he does not get jealous over the amount the simps you have

. okay maybe he does

. but he’ll never admit it and that jealousy is just a tiny bit (cap)

. if you have any original songs, fulgur would cover them in any of his karaoke streams

. as he sings, he’ll say things like “god [name]’s voice is attractive!”

. the two of you collab a lot

. a lot of multiplayer games

. let’s say you like donghua (u better like it, THEY ARE SO GOOD), you two will have a long marathon of watching an entire series with your viewers

. your simps will fight fulgur

. because fulgur likes to post comments that claim you to be his etc. etc. , your fans will immediately retaliate by saying “WE KNEW [NAME] FIRST! STAY AWAY!!!!!”

. don’t worry, your fans still loves your relationship

. fulgur definitely boasts about having a famous partner

. sorry uki (not)

UKI

. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

. oh god, this man is your biggest simp

. i’m seriously not kidding

. any merch you have, he will purchase without hesitation

. any tweets, he reposts

. any new stream, he attends

. my man is so devoted you almost believe he has a shrine dedicated to you

. well, he doesn’t

. yet

. much like fulgur, uki will brag about you

. doesn’t hide the relationship one bit because HE NEEDS EVERYONE TO KNOW HE HAS AN AMAZING S/O

. also for the clout /j

. he’s so proud of you and how you managed to develop your fandom

. i believe that he would have been through everything with you

. from you having your first stream to you creating your first song and now, you’re literally the most well-known vtuber in the industry

. suuuuuuper supportive

. if you are doing long streams, he’ll come in with food and water for you

. although uki has a large harem, he could not compare to yours

. now instead of your fans fighting uki, it’s uki fighting your fans

. he will take them on

. “back off. [name] is MY s/o, not yours. they go to bed with ME. y’all don’t stand a chance.”

. GO UKI GO

YUGO

. my fav boy

. when you two collab, he will be very nervous because 200K PEOPLE WATCHING YALL STREAM TOGETHER

. major stress

. tbh, this man will literally fanboy over you

. even on stream

. whatever you do is just so cute to him

. “hey [name], can you say ‘o mizu’ real quick?”

. you do it and both yugo and your respective viewers immediately get a nosebleed

. “TSKR [NAMEEEEE]!!!!!”

. speaking of collabs, the amount of musical collabs y’all do is unbelievable

. you two could have finished a song together one day the NEXT FUCKING WEEK, a new song is ready to be released

. is that even humanly possible?

. yugo will not fight your fans but he will wreck your haters

. having a fanbase so big, it’s only natural if there are a few people that just don’t like you

. if you ever receive a hate comment or wtv, yugo will jump straight into action

. i feel like when yugo gets angry, like angry angry, he can be extremely scary

. he’ll say the most threatening things in a chilling cold tone

. “[name]’s content is ass? say that again and i’ll make sure i’ll stick a heated metal rod up YOUR ass. ya hear me?”

. subscribed to your membership and uses the emojis really randomly

. it’s really cute tho

. yugo best boy

ALBAN

. CATBOYYYY

. he gets sooooo hyped up when y’all collaborate together

. minutes before you two call, alban is rambling to chat about how nervous he is but also how exciting this is

. you’re literally his s/o but he still feels like he needs to treat you with a certain amount of respect

. sometimes, you have to remind him to chill because YALL ARE LITERALLY DATING

. but he can’t help you

. looks up to you A LOT

. also, he gets really jealous of your simps and would post comments on your streams stating “[name] is taken by alban knox”

. gets you to pin those comments

. he needs to assert dominance, okay?

. whenever you release a new song, he will scream and listen to it on loop

. helps promote your stuff and you do the same

. talk about 50/50 relationship

. sends you superchats occasionally even though you tell him not to

. if you don’t have any strict chat rules, he will spam the chat with heart emojis

. follow up with a message that reads “my love for you is endless”

. chaotic, chaotic boy

SONNY

. our sunshine and rainbow

. has been a fan of yours ever since you first started

. y’all actually met a few months after you started streaming before getting together in the following months

. is relatively chill about you being famous

. but he is protective about you

. nobody is to send any weird messages with him around or he’ll literally hack into the system and delete the message

. shows you off to his genmates

. streams any and every song that you have released

. he also loves to sing your songs on stream

. definitely hums the tune when he’s doing something

. he knows that streaming can be tiring sometimes and would often check up on you

. he’ll walk into your room (if he is over at your house) or drop a message in chat

. your fans won’t fight sonny for you affection

. in fact, they actually encourage it because sonny is so sweet towards you

. you question if they are starting to simp for him

. y’all have actually decided to adopt the chat as your children

. it’s one heck of a family

. good luck with the kids

[myyoungroyalsblog]

I need answers just gonna leave it like that

Episode 9

Poor kid holy shit

Oh okay he was born in 1999 haha

Awww he accepts him yesss

Let it all go Isak and cry god dammit

Bipolar fuckin knew it

It's cool how they show this and explain it, Alos how Magnus explains it cause his mum is too

Good point yes talk to Even

Jonas that's his nameeeee

Isak also has a lava lamp hahahha

God he must be hurting so much you can see how he's holding the tears back

Sweet lord I love his it looks so smooooooth

Okay that message had no right to rip my heart out FUCK

Wow this music is beautiful

Interesting how we never see the parents faces

Is he going to Even!?!? To the place they first met!?!?

Aw fuck me

Oh there he is

The music is amazing for this moment

"you're not alone" YEAH RIP MY HEART OUT WHY DONT YA

Yessss a huggggg

I AM NOT OKAY

[rikorene]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 || miya atsumu x reader

genre: fluff (omg anotha fluffy one)

note: i am genuinely in love with the sangwoo lookin ass bitch. 

MASTERLIST || PROMP LIST || RULES

It was a cool spring day, the sky was painted blue with a few clouds in sight, the sun was beaming down on the whole region. You were sipping on a cold glass of your favorite drink as you hung out with two of your best friends. The tall white haired man with black roots was talking about the cute girl that he saw as he walked towards your very own meeting place. It was a small and quiet café that was underrated in your opinion, but you liked the silence preferring it over the much more popular café which was a few blocks away. On his right there sat a much smaller body with bright orange hair that could rival the colors of a tangerine. You truly enjoyed their company as you have known them from your lover, one of the infamous Miya twins, Atsumu.

“Oh! Speaking of girls…” Bokuto trailed off and placed his gaze onto you as he propped his arms on the table as he gave you a wide grin. Hinata was staring at Bokuto intensely as he was sipping on a coke float, he of course couldn’t talk with the straw in his mouth, so he just listened to Bokuto’s rambling.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you placed your jaw on your palm, raising the other arm to sip on your drink.

“[nameeeee] how are you and Atsumu?~” He teasingly said making you slightly choke on your own drink as you stared at him with a baffled expression.

“It’s going great, why?” you replied, your curiosity peaking and wondering why the two was so interested in knowing about your relationship with Atsumu.

“Atsumu never tells us stories about your adventures together!” Bokuto whined, grabbing both of your hands and held them as he pouted. Hinata eagerly nodded in agreement, wanting to know about you and Atsumu. They both saw you as a sister figure and wanted to know if Atsumu was treating you right as they knew how blunt and straightforward, he can be. You were a bit flustered at their eagerness to know more about your relationship with Atsumu but stuttered out a quick “Sure.” Nonetheless.

“Uhm… so where should I start?” you asked as Bokuto let go of your hands and placed a hand on his chin, closing his eyes as he made a hum sound.

“How would you describe Atsumu in a few words?”

You paused for a second and asked yourself. How would I describe Atsumu in a few words?

Then flashes of your memories with him together came gushing back to you, the sense of nostalgia softening your heart as your gaze travelled down and saw the golden ring on your pointer finger. A ring with a small diamond on the center with small cursive writing on the inside of the ring, “I got you.” A seemingly normal phrase, but that phrase gave you all the assurance that you needed. Your other hand fiddled with the ring on your finger as you thought of the words that would describe Atsumu.

“Well, I have a few words to describe him…” you trailed off.

You thought of how the two of you met at a volleyball game, when you were a competitor for nationals as well. How he saved you from falling down a flight of stairs when you were bumped by some person who was carelessly goofing off with his friends, the way he grabbed your arm and pulling you back on your feet, it was warm. His whole body radiated warmth on that cold winter day at Nationals. You remembered how he would flawlessly set his ball towards his teammates direction as if he was the embodiment of perfection itself, and remembered how he was interacting with his twin Osamu as the match was going on, constantly yelling at him with this ridiculous expression. And then after the match, he introduced himself once more to you.

“Hi, I’m Miya Atsumu. The better twin.”

“He can set the ball flawlessly with grace. But he can’t cook for his life.”

You giggled at the memory of waking up one morning seeing how Atsumu tried to put out the fire in your kitchen, claiming that he wanted to make pancakes for you. He was so stressed out at that point in time and apologized to you, taking you out for brunch instead after cleaning the entire kitchen which Atsumu nearly destroyed.

“He makes this cheesy but smooth pick up lines to rile me up sometimes.”

And it was true, Miya Atsumu would shamelessly flirt with you by saying cheesy pick-up lines even after you two were officially dating, he would say them with ease with a smirk and a mocking grin on his features as he say out the words that he read from the internet the night before.

“But he gets easily flustered when I say a smartass remark back.”

You remembered how his cheeks and sometimes his entire face would go red when you reciprocate his flirting. It was a magnificent sight to see that smug face go flustered after saying just a few words that you know would affect him in a good way. He would stutter out a response but would fail miserably, claiming how Osamu was a bad influence for you.

“You changed… ever since you hung out with that idiot you become sassier and sassier”

“Not my fault that I have more power over you.”

“BABY!”

But then your expression became solemn, still fiddling with the ring on your finger.

“But sometimes he would be rude.”

You remembered the fights you had, how he would say words that he doesn’t mean but it stung your heart a bit. You knew that he was just caught up at the heat of the moment, but it would slightly make your heart throb in pain.

“But he was kind.”

After the words and all the things you both would say, you both would always find comfort in each others arms, muttering apologies as you would bury your face in his chest. It was a mutual comforting feeling that the two of you enjoyed, he would always try to make it up to you and he would make everything better.

“He often had cold hands, but he had the warmest smile that I have ever seen.”

It was a weird combination, even if his hands were as cold as his glare to other people, his smile would make up for it. The smile that you unexpectedly fall for years ago when the two of you locked your eyes together for the first time. You loved that about him, it was a weird combination, but you liked it.

“Loving, lovable, passionate… he’s very lovely…”

Despite his childish and goofy attitude, he was someone that you could lean onto. A funny person that has respect for you and your bounds. A partner for life, he was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with no matter what the hardships you both had to go through. You wanted to stay by his side and support him for whatever decision he made, love him unconditionally and care for him endlessly. He was a needy man, often clinging onto you behind closed doors, but in public he would radiate authority, thinking that everyone was out to steal you away from him. But even if he was overprotective of you, he never did anything to make you feel less of a person, he never chained you down nor did he want to.

He was someone that was worth all the heartbreaks.

“But if I had one word to describe Atsumu to me…” you lifted your gaze up to meet with Bokuto’s eyes with a soft smile on your features.

“He’s my home.”

“Awww… That’s real flattering baby!” you turned your head around to see Atsumu at the door, holding your favorite flower in one hand as his cheeks were slightly dusted with red. You were flustered yourself, you stood up from your seat and rushed to greet him with a hug in which he returned and kissed your forehead laughing with you.

“Well if you two idiots are done talking, then I’m taking my doll with me! Byeee!” Atsumu said referring to Hinata and Bokuto who were just sitting there surprised and practically ran out of the store with you, he was holding onto your hand as he run laughing, hearing Bokuto’s yell from the café. You laughed at his crazy antics.

No matter where you would go, if you were with Atsumu.

You were at home.

[madlymiho]

Nice continuation here! Thanks for the ask, darling, hope you will like it! ~

Zoro :

• Zoro doesn't really care about your outfit in general, you can chose whatever you feel like to wear, he doesn't mind

• He doesn't mind either if you dress-up beautifully for a mission ; he knows it's just a part of the deal, even if, deep down, he can't get his eyes away from you

• What he cares about, though, is his mission, and he clearly understands that he needs to protect you, so he will do his best ; which is already promising for some blood and fights later tonight

• In front of the stage, Zoro patiently waits for you to show up, drinking some sake directly from the bottle, his hand lazily resting on the sheath of his katana

• Zoro feels calm, ready to fight, he knows that perhaps you might get in trouble, so he knows his role, and he remains focus on the numerous faces of the room

• So Zoro doesn't see you coming on stage ; he sees what the others feel when you arrive : lusty stare, floating smirk, hungry whispers between groups of men ; until the music starts to play

• Zoro understands that you must be around, but he's clearly not ready for this show ; you look incredible, plus you start to move so smoothly that your body seems like a living creature causing a powerful blush on his tanned cheeks

• Zoro takes a swallow on his bottle, hypnotized for a moment by your flawless dance, until he slowly understands that not only HIM is excited by the show

• All these comments bursted out by the men in the room start to annoy him, to the point that Zoro gives some threatening stare here and there

• Yet, you increase your movements, the men in the room becoming more like hungry dogs than humans anymore, and Zoro feels that it gets under his skin, his hand now grasping the handle of his katana while he decides that it's enough

• As soon as you leave the stage - because Zoro will let your succeed your mission - he attacks all the men in the room, making them deeply regret their excitement a few minutes ago ; using his best skills to harm them all, because frankly? Zoro doesn't care anymore at this point, they deserve hell!

Sanji :

• With Sanji, things are way more complicated

• When it comes to use your beauty or your body for a mission, he's clearly not happy about it and tries his best to call off the matter

• Sanji is utterly possessive in general ; he can't accept that other men might find you attractive and it takes a looots of time to eventually convince him to let you handle it

• Yet Sanji he's not an idiot, and he trusts you ; so he's there in this crowded room, certainly deeply pissed and furious, but he accepts willingly his protector role

• You're not even on stage that Sanji already investigates to hear if there's any comment about you, and if so, he would deal with the person with a few kicks in the ass

• Things get really complicated when you finally appear in your revealing and wonderful outfit, causing whistles and furious clapping in the room

• Sanji first gets an awfully indisputable nosebleed, soiling his pants and his shirt for the rest of the evening while he fervently cheers for you, almost bounding with a few people around, his mind not entirely focus on the mission anymore

• Yet when you start to move though, Sanji suddenly remembers all the matter of this show, and his new friends around him suddenly become his worse enemies ; Sanji isn't angry, Sanji is more than wrathful

• Two movements of your body and you can see a blazing leg rushing in the room, taking down everyone without any exception, while you simply can't dance anymore since no one is paying attention

• You sigh, watching your boyfriend destroying everything with his powerful kicks, until everyone has passed out and there only this blond man in the middle of the room

• Sanji lights a cigarette while his leg is back at its normal state, then as he looks at you on stage, he shouts a loud and excited "Nameeeee-swaaaaaan", running quickly to join you, kissing your shoulders, his hands circling your belly

• He doesn't even apologie, for him, everyone was a threat in this room tonight and he just did his job

Sabo :

• Sabo has to deal with many missions in general for the Revolutionary Army, so he's not uspet if you accept one for once

• In fact, he supports the idea fervently, unable to hide his excitement because finally! He'll see what you're capable of

• He's happy to escort you for this mission, not even noticing what kind of clothes you chose to wear at the moment, too obsessed by the fact that you're going to handle a mission all by yourself!

• With a genuine smile, Sabo, leaned against the bar of the room, impatiently waits for you to come on stage and show your skill ; well, frankly, he doesn't really know what you are about to do, he didn't paid attention to every details...

• When you enter the room, coming on stage, Sabo is first absolutely hypnotized by your outfit, so shiny and sexy, perfectly adjusts to your marvelous body

• Yet, he quickly frowns, a bit surprised to see that you're unarmed? Where are you guns, swords or blades? What was the plan already? Oh boy, he doesn't remember

• He wishes he has paid more attention yet it's already too late for him to remember ; the lights are switched off, the stage remaining the only part of the room enlightened, while you start to move on the music

• For Sabo, it's a surprise ; he blushes furiously, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly parted, unable to focus on anything else but your incredible dance skills, and the way you move

• He feels hot, clearly uncomfortable, not because he doesn't think you should stop, but because he's really excited by the situation, and it's almost painful (perhaps his tight pants don't really help...)

• Sabo throws a few deadly stare to a few too excited men, discreetly beating them down while he doesn't take his eyes off you, his throat dry and his lower belly on fire, painfully waiting for you to end his misery

• When you're eventually done, Sabo needs some fresh water and some fresh air to cool off, because he knows that he won't be able to remain focus if you still wear this outfit, and if he still has a hard on...

[wakatshi]

Awwww what’s your cat’s nameeeee?? I’d love to see some pictures if it’s okay? 👉🏼👈🏼

And yes I feel you *looks at one corner of the bedroom that needs to be cleaned /lh*

Jotaro’s Wife 🥰🥰 (I love seeing this everytime)

Generally speaking, I’m doing okay. Been extremely busy with work (Jotaro’s not the only one being the breadwinner here 😋) and writing (I have a couple of WIPs to finish in May 🙃🙃) plus it’s my dad’s birthday in sometime so Jotaro and I are planning something for him hehe 🥰🥰

Oh oh and I changed the theme for my NSFW sideblog😍😍 I was having a Gossip Girl brainrot so I changed it up a little bit hehe

babe i saw u in my notifs earlier u made me giggle but i got distracted 👎🏻 but yes ofc definitely i have 3 cats actually LMAO but here’s pepsi he’s an angel just like his owner…….. 🙄

[elektroyu]

Made a quick ref of this guy to decide on some things before I have a last look at the painting above. If I don't settle on things at some point I'm always so tempted to make everything glowing and just overdo it :') plus it's easier to imagine what the light can/ cannot do on certain parts of the coat and body. (Forgot to lighten the mane between the ears oops, will have to correct some time)

He needs a nameeeee.

Tentatively finished?

[daehwifi]

COFFEE & TEA . | KIM DONGHAN

A PRINCE!DONGHAN AU 

- admin xion

genre: fluff member: kim donghan word count: 1, 006  requested: no  side notes: happy birthday baby ilysm so i’m spoiling you with more scenarios @dong-hyucks @solivagantjn

prompt:  “coffee isn’t my cup of tea”  — kim donghan  “what the fu-”  —  y/n 

you rubbed your eyes in realization that it was almost time to serve donghan a breakfast in bed like he’d always request 

from time to time, you couldn’t tell if he was just playing with you or he actually wanted some of the things he requested but it’s not like you could decline in the end since it is your job to serve him in any way possible 

quickly putting together the breakfast he enjoyed, you spread the butter across the toast and made sure you had a glass of water beside it as well

of course, there were other things on the tray you’d bring up to his room

small things such as fresh strawberries and a bagel as well 

checking the time once more, you were 100% sure his alarm clock would’ve rung by now 

making your way through the castle, you walked to his room with the tray in your hands, politely saying hi to everyone that passes by and they’d do the same to you 

knocking on the door, you could hear a raspy “come in,” escape from his throat and a few coughs after that

no- they weren’t coughs of sickness, but coughs of adjusting their voice 

entering, the boy had messy bed hair and was barely opening his eyes 

his alarm clock on his phone was still playing that he soon turned off 

“morning princess,” he teased, rubbing his throat back and fourth 

“prince dong-” 

“princess,” he interrupts making you roll your eyes in response

you noticed donghan didn’t catch your mistake 

originally, you’re supposed to call him prince, sir, or mr. kim but none of those stuck to you besides donghan 

you approached him with the tray of food and placed it down onto his lap 

instantly, he went for the glass of water and chugged it down in one go

you stared at his adam’s apple move up and down 

donghan glanced at you afterwards with a smirk across his face

“okay i was just looking i swear-” you attempted to say

donghan chuckled and nodded 

“next time, bring me coffee. i need to be more awake,”  he spoke, taking a big bite into his bagel 

“yes dong- prince donghan,” you corrected and slightly bowed 

 “you can call me donghan under one condition,” he offered 

you rose an eyebrow in return, waiting for him to finish off his bagel 

“only if you let me call you princess,” he continued to tease

“dongha- pRINCE, you may not call me princess. even if i have to get used to calling you prince,” you replied 

“but princess is such a cute pet nameeeee,” he whined like child, even pouting and hitting his blanket lightly 

“what about-”

“no prince donghan,” you spoke firmly before he could go on a wild vent on a bunch of nicknames you’ll disapprove 

“alright, alright,” donghan gave in and nodded 

time skip woosh woosh

next day

yet again, you repeated the same process of preparing donghan’s breakfast, making sure you give him coffee instead of water this time

not knowing how he liked his coffee, at the side of the tray was small bowls consisting of a small carton of milk and sugar 

checking the time, you approached his room once again

knowing on the door 

another raspy “come in,” was heard 

but for some reason you smiled this time hearing his voice 

his bed hair was always still the same 

despite still being half asleep, he smiled softly when you entered 

“it’s my princess!” he exclaimed 

“okay prince donghan, your mother and father would not approve of that,” you spoke, placing the tray onto his lap 

“yes they will. you’re like their favorite servant,” he replied, rubbing his throat back and fourth again 

his voice was more lower than before and had slight scratches in between

but it was normal, he just hasn’t drank anything yet 

“hence, servant,” you added 

donghan rolled his eyes and drank some of the coffee 

“you remembered,” 

“it’s my job too,” 

“yeah you’re job as my future loving wife aka my future princess,” the way he said that made you smile from ear to ear 

it sounded like he was a child proving a point 

“also i lied,” he adds making you raise an eyebrow

“coffee isn’t my cup of tea,” 

“what the fu-” you mumbled under your breath, slightly cringing 

“coffee isn’t tea though,” you argued 

“would you like tea next time then do- prince donghan,” you corrected quickly, but donghan still caught it and grinned 

“yes please princess!” he replied with a gummy smile 

checking the time on your phone, you noticed how you should be doing the laundry right about now 

“ah- i should get going,” you spoke

donghan frowned as he placed the tray to the side of his bed 

you stood there in confusion when suddenly donghan hops out of bed 

he turns you around to the door and wraps his arms around your shoulders, causing the effect of pink cheeks 

“alright then, let’s go do laundry together,” he spoke 

“how did you know i do laundry at this time?” you blurt 

donghan suddenly looks at you in the eye with a straight face, ignoring the close distant between you two 

“your my princess, of course i know this type of stuff,” he spoke 

your eyes couldn’t help but quickly glance at his lips then back at his eyes 

the arms-around-the-shoulders soon turned into the hands-on-your-shoulders as he pushes you out the door, acting like it’s a train 

“okay laundry it is,” 

“prince donghan, have you even brushed your teeth yet?” you blurt, strolling down the hallway with him 

“nope but that doesn’t matter, you do though,” he teased 

you didn’t even have to look at him to know the fact that he winked at the end 

the strolling soon ended up to be skipping or running? 

he was like a little child that was too eager to play his favorite games with you and thus game happened to be titled ‘make y/n blush to death’

a game that donghan was obviously winning at 

“dude i’m going to fall if you continue to push me quicker,” you spoke softly over donghan’s soft giggles but he obviously didn’t hear 

“pRince DongHan?” you spoke a bit louder 

being in a castle, of course the laundry room would be far away 

“DONGHAN” you blurt sharply stopping your footsteps, turning around 

donghan almost bumped into you 

but once again, donghan didn’t seem to mind the close distant between you guys 

“holy crap you said just my name,” he mumbled 

the game continued 

and donghan was so close to finally winning 

“i’m s-sorry,” you stuttering a bit

you noticed donghan’s lips were lingering towards yours 

despite he drank coffee this morning, his scent smelled more like calming tea that was warm

the type you’d drink on a rainy afternoon

“no, don’t be,” he softly said 

“you do know that i’m not joking every time i call you princess, right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow 

despite he had something to drink this morning, his voice was still a bit raspy and deep

which resulted to you feeling like a flustered mess 

when the sounds of tapping shoes against the marble floor entered both of your ears, you both averted away from each other in embarassment

“uh- i’m gonna go back to my room,” he blurts 

“y-yeah you should,” you replied softly, playing with your fingers

“make sure to bring tea next time!” he spoke before running off 

as you watched his figure run off, he suddenly stops and turns around, looking at you with a large smile across his face

“PRINCESS!” he adds, making that smile of his contagious