#is he stupid. I ahte his face

[justkillingthyme]

Happy Descember

Day 26: grinch

[rinhaler]

Yooo, your plug!sukuna x reader fic has got me so feral imgggg

And it got me thinking

imagine Yuuji and Sukuna double teaming you???

this is not canon buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut... it is hot so hope u like this hehe

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, incest (itadori bro's sharing u), double penetration (one hole), degradation, praise, cheating mention, bruising, hair pulling, oral fixation, daddy kink mention, spanking, squirting, creampie.

words: 1.1k

“B-Baby I- fuck. How could y-ou? Fuck him of all- all people?” Yuuji wonders, fingers gripping into your sides deeply. You’re bound to bruise. With the way he’s fucking you and squeezing into your supple flesh, you can practically feel the broken blood vessels forming purple blooms with every thrust into your squelching cunt.

It isn’t deliberate.

He just wants you to remember who you belong to.

“’m sorry!” you cry, tears pelting down onto the mattress below as he batters your interior again and again. “I didn’t mean t’ fuck him.. I didn’t—!”

“Aht aht. None of that,” Sukuna speaks, his fingers lacing through your hair and yanking enough to elicit a pained yelp from you. Your eyes shimmer as you they reflect the stare of red irises that have become so easy to manipulate you. “Wasn’t like that when you were crying for me to ruin you, was it? In fact…” he pulls out his phone and quickly finds the home made sex tape he’d made without asking.

“D-Don’t…” you sob, though you don’t have it in you to really fight him. He pushes his thumb by the seam of your lips in a bid to shut you up. And in your cock drunk, dazed state, you begin to suck like a baby with a pacifier. You clench around Yuuji as the video begins to play and you hear how loud you’re moaning for your boyfriend’s elder brother. The sex was phenomenal and you’ll never forget it for as long as you live. “Remember this? Hm?” he questions as he swipes to a certain point of the video.

“Want you to br-uuise my c-cervix, daddy.”

You scream, a trail of drool connecting his thumb to your tongue as you can’t help yourself when Yuuji spanks your ass. He’s seen it before, of course, but it doesn’t make it any easier. God you sound desperate, and in that moment, you were.

“Think it’s okay to f-fuck my brother? Huh? You were meant to say no.” he reminds you. He pulls your back into his chest and holds each of your wrists in his hands and keeps them near the small of your back. And he uses them, for leverage, as he fucks his length into your weeping slit. “Beggin’ for him to bruise your cervix like that? Had no idea what a little slut you were. You want him to fuck you again, don’t you?”

“N-No!” you lie. You’d love Sukuna to ravage you again. To make a complete mess of your insides and churn your brain into mush. You don’t want to think about anything but getting destroyed by him and Yuuji.

You feel so spoilt.

Sukuna doesn’t say a word as he gets closer to you. His length runs through your folds and nudges your clit as Yuuji keeps you pinned in place. Your face twinkles as the light reflects off of your tear stricken cheeks.

Yuuji slows down as Sukuna helps you angle your hips.

Though you aren’t sure how it’s only just dawning on you now what is happening.

Sukuna’s heavy mushroom tip begins to split your cunt further open. Each yelp and cry silenced by Yuuji as he smothers your mouth and whispers into your ear.

“Shhhh, baby, you can take him. You’ve done it before, yeah? Good girl, sh sh sh…” he consoles you. His hands grope your tits and his lips smother your neck and shoulder in soft kisses as he tries to distract you from the stinging stretch being inflicted upon you. “That’s it… good fucking girl… you can take us both, yeah? You wan’ us to fuck you stupid, yeah?”

You hum, unsure if you’re agreeing or not. Nothing is really making sense when all you can focus on is the fact you’re somehow accommodating two Itadori cocks at once.

“Look at you… elastic little cunt.” Sukuna snarls, laughing as he drinks in the sight of you being double stuffed like a porn star. He grabs his phone, taking a quick picture so that Yuuji can see the view he’s seeing.

“Woah… you’re so good, baby. Takin’ us so well.” he praises, kissing the skin behind your ear before slowly rolling his hips again.

“Don’t fucking praise her yet, haven’t even moved.” Sukuna starts, his hips begin to move too. Their thrusts are off beat and your heart begins to pound. You aren’t getting a break to get used to the feeling. The tempo of their mismatched thrusts has your vision whiting out. Your head lolls backwards onto Yuuji’s shoulder as they continue to ruin you, and you swear you can’t breathe.

You aren’t sure if you’re even there.

“M-Maybe we should slow down,” Yuuji tells Sukuna, his hips already slowing before he finishes his sentence.

“Fuck that.” Sukuna grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. Drool spills from your lips and your eyes can’t focus. But he knows you’re listening and he knows you’re looking. You’re in there somewhere, enjoying this. “We already know you’re a whore so don’t act shy now.”

“’m g’na c-um.” you manage to squeak out even in your dazed state. “H-aah!” you struggle, but your pussy does all the talking for you. The sound of liquid spilling out of you is deafening. The suctioning and squelching sounds that follow are just as boisterous as they continue to pound into you. And just as you think your high is drawing to a close, their sloppy thrusts pick up the pace.

Another stream of liquid gushes from your cunt as they abuse your sweet spot in independently. Your head falls forward onto Sukuna’s chest, now. And he uncharacteristically cradles the crown of your head as you rest there.

Yuuji lets go of the singular wrist he’s still holding so he can focus on fucking into you. And he does, loudly. His moans are raucous as he empties his balls into your greedy hole.

Sukuna soon follows, hissing through his teeth as he spills his seed soon after his brother. None of you want to move, least of all you. You’re still clenching around them both while you rest against Sukuna’s chest. Yuuji begins to kiss at your shoulder, telling you how perfect and beautiful you are. And you shudder when his kisses trail down the column of your spine.

The elder brother is silent as he pants, stroking your hair repeatedly as he contemplates what just happened. But he hurriedly moves his hand away when he sees Yuuji look up at him.

“Knew she could take us,” he smirks. “Your girlfriend’s a perfect little whore.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[gamblersdoll]

Sanemi whispering dirty words in your ears while stroking your thigh

you felt trapped, almost defeated at how he could talk his way between your thighs.

all it took was a couple of words, a couple of words that skipped your heart and all the way to your core. “such a nasty thing, arent you?” he asks, a hand resting around your throat to make sure you look at him. hes also got your hand on his chest, he loved it when you grazed or bumped against it.

he would love it more if grinded yourself against it, too.

you nod, eyes closed and you breath heavily. he chuckles, his hand on your thigh to squeeze and slap. “want that dick in you, huh?” he asks, knowing the answer and he slaps your thigh. “asked you a question.”

“mhm..” you moan at the slap, moving your hips back to get your core away from his knee.

“scared i might knee yer little cunt, huh?” he laughs mean, kissing your earlobe to get closer, “whats even worse is the fact yer friends are outside waiting so patiently for you to come out and hang.”

“sanemi—“

“aht aht,” he hushes you, low eyes looking down at you and smirking. “they can wait until im done fucking you.” he kisses you rough, his bitten lips pressed and smacking against yours. “or, you can leave, be gone for several hours..” he trails, his wet tongue gliding down your neck. “and you can come home, come on my fucking face..” he pulls at the sleeve of your shirt down to expose your neck. “and ill take my cock and fuck you stupid and brainwashed to think my cock is your savior.”

he kisses the tender skin, biting softly to look back up at you.

“what do you want?”

[i-dared-myself]

Accepting Help (Not Escaping)

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hi. 🙂 Could I please request more 9th member x skz fluff? Something very cute and/or comforting, please. I'd be happy with literally anything. Thank you. 💕

Reader is written with no pronouns mentioned at all, but does hide their nipular area. Gender can be taken as any, but just as a heads up, reader shields their upper chest area.

Accidents happened, which is how you dislocated your shoulder. And broke the same arm. And twisted your ankle.

In short: You tumbled off a recording set and were rushed to the hospital.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Chan worriedly asks for the twentieth time once you’re home. When you wave his concerns away, his eyebrows pinch together. “Okay, just… You’re pretty badly injured.”

“No, I’m okay.” You use your good arm to pull the sheets up to your chin. “Oh, is it okay if I’m a bit late to practise tomorrow? It might take me a while to get ready. I could wake up early, though.”

Chan blinks at you. “What? No, you’re not going. You’re staying here and resting.”

Changbin nods. “Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back here.”

“Gotta get those bones back to normal.” Jisung wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. “Gotta be rock hard inside. Ngh-“

Minho narrows his eyes at Jisung. “Are you high?”

Jisung pouts. “I’m trying to cheer up our patient!”

“By moaning?” Hyunjin demands, rubbing at his face. “I’m going to go stab my ears now.”

“Aht!” Chan snaps. “None of that!”

“Are you sure I’m not going tomorrow?” You poke Chan’s shoulder to bring his attention back to you. “I have no problem getting up a bit early.”

“You’re staying here and resting,” Chan insists. “And I’m going to have someone stay back with you.”

Everyone immediately raises their hands. Chan squints at them all, trying to figure out who would be the most responsible.

“Actually, maybe we should just rent a nurse,” Chan murmurs to himself. 

“I can be a nurse!” Jeongin’s hand shoots up. “I used to play doctor all the time as a kid!”

“That absolutely doesn’t count,” Seungmin says. “If we’re going by that logic I could also go kill a dragon.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Well, dragons aren’t real, so who’s stupid now?”

“Didn’t you say yesterday that mermaids are real?” Felix wonders aloud.

Jeongin crosses his arms. “Because they are! I’ll send you a video proving it!”

“Nuh-uh.” Felix shakes his head. “I don’t want you wrecking my algorithm with conspiracy theories.”

“You know what?” Chan sighs heavily as he looks down at you. “We’ll do groups of two from now on. Tomorrow is Changbin and Felix.”

“I can totally manage by myself,” you protest, trying to sit up.

“But I’ll feel better if I know someone is here.” Chan smiles softly at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Sound good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slumping into your pillows.

And so it begins.

The next day, you wake up and decide to shower, because you still feel hospital all over you. It’s an irrational thought that even you don’t understand, but you need to shower.

So you swing your legs over the side of the bed, biting your lip before bracing yourself. You slide out of bed and crumple to the floor as soon as you put your weight on your ankle. You collapse loudly, holding in a whimper at the pain.

Changbin bursts inside, eyes wide with alarm. “What happened?”

“Just- I tried to stand up.” You claw at the bed with your good arm, attempting to get back to your feet.

Changbin heaves you up and drapes you across the bed again. “Just rest. Stay here.”

“But I need to shower!” you argue. You point at the door pleadingly. “Changbin…”

He sighs and rubs at his forehead. “Wait, so how is this going to work?”

“Just pick me up and take me there, please?” You bat your eyes at him. 

Changbin holds a hand up, deep in thought. “But… How are you supposed to like, undress? Your arm is really messed up.”

“Nah, I’ve got this,” you confidently say. “Just bring me there, and I can handle it. Actually, let me grab a set of clothes to change into.”

Changbin waits for you to rummage through the dresser next to the bed before he scoops you up and carts you off to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and eyes the shower warily. “You sure you’ve got this?”

“Absolutely.” You puff your chest out. “Now get out of here so I can get all naked and stuff.”

He laughs under his breath as he makes his exit, closing the door behind him. It clicks softly into place, and you work your way out of your pants, wriggling out of them. It’s a struggle, but you make it happen.

Your top is more difficult. There’s the whole sleeve thing, which is annoying. How are you supposed to maneuver your arm out of it?

So you wrestle with it for about three entire minutes before getting it over your head. It comes with a whole bunch of pain, but you win. You come out victorious.

You make your way to the shower, turning it on. You lean against the glass, keeping your weight off your ankle as best you can. You cover your cast in a plastic wrap Chan picked up for you.

You’re so glad that the shower has a bench, and you are maybe not very dignified as you sit on it. But that’s okay.

You shampoo, and condition, and soap your body, and go through your whole routine. You push the door open and grab the handle of it, your ankle very much so not happy with you.

You dry yourself off with the towel, putting your underwear and pants on with no problem. Then it’s time for the top.

You glare at it for about four seconds before trying to slip it on. It’s not smooth, and you don’t get anywhere. It’s just sitting in your hand as you sit on the bathroom floor, crying in frustration.

There’s a gentle knock on the door, and Felix’s hesitant voice comes from the other side.

“You okay?” he asks, low voice soothing. “Just checking in.”

You sniffle and give up your dignity. “Can you help me?” 

Felix is silent for a moment. “With what?”

“I- I can’t get my shirt on.” You crumple the stupid thing up and almost throw it at the wall. Almost.

“Okay…” he slowly says. “Are you decent?”

You check that the towel is covering your upper portion before nodding, even though he can’t see you. “Yup.”

The door opens, and Felix steps in, eyes filling with worry as he takes you in. Hair sopping wet, body curled up on the floor, and eyes red from crying. 

“It’s okay,” he gently says, kneeling next to you. Felix eases the shirt from your grasp and smiles at you, all sunshine.

“C- Can you help?” You hiccup and rub at your eyes with your hand. 

Felix studies you for a moment. “Okay… I think I’m going to do your bad arm first.”

You let him maneuver your arm, noting how he keeps his gaze away from any more private areas. You’re very grateful for that.

“Okay, now I’m going to close my eyes and you get your head and other arm through it,” Felix tells you, holding the material away from your previously dislocated shoulder. “It might pull the shirt tight against your arm on this side, so I’ll hold it away.”

You nod, following his instructions, letting him know when you’re finished. He grins at you and stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants.

“Ready to go back to bed?” Felix opens the door wider so he can get you both through it.

“Yeah.” You lean against him, hobbling back to your room. “Can you grab some ice for me? It’s really swollen.”

Felix winces, glancing down at your ankle. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Changbin peeks his head around the corner, clicking his tongue. “Your hair is wet still! I’ll go get a hairdryer.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.” You scoot across the bed and prop yourself up against the pillows.

“No, we don’t want you getting sick.” Changbin shakes his head and wanders off, as Felix leaves to get ice.

They return at the same time, Changbin with an electrical appliance and Felix with a baggie of frozen liquids.

Yay.

“I could’ve been practising today, but noooo,” you grumble under your breath. “Chan had to be all heroic and all that.”

“What, like you were going to limp through the dance?” Felix scoffs and gives you the ice. “You can barely walk. Your ankle is swollen bigger than Changbin’s biceps.”

“That’s not true!” you and Changbin both exclaim at the same time, before exchanging a glance.

“Just rest,” Felix insists. Changbin hums his agreement and settles next to you to blow dry your hair.

You huff, but allow them to take care of you. But tomorrow, you won’t. Tomorrow, you’re going to the studio.

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“Jeongin and Minho,” Chan says, crossing his arms. “You’re staying today.”

Jeongin grins and bounds over to you, practically vibrating in happiness. “We’re going to have so much fun today!”

Minho watches you carefully, gaze sharp. “Yes. We’ll hang out here together, all day long.”

You scowl at him. Does he know you’re planning to go to the studio?

“All right!” Chan claps his hands. “Everyone to the van! Hyunjin, no! Don’t- Don’t touch that!”

As everyone shuffles off to the van, you attempt to sneak into the crowd. Maybe it’s not the greatest plan, but there’s like eighty people is this house.

Minho grabs you by the back of your shirt, promptly putting an end to your escape attempt. “And where do you think you’re going?”

You smile meekly at him. “Uh… To get some fresh air?”

He smiles wickedly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Good thing I thought ahead, then.”

Which is how you found yourself being pushed down the sidewalk in a wheelchair. 

“How did you even get this?” you demand. 

Minho chuckles darkly, continuing to push you. “I had a feeling you would want some ‘fresh air’.” His voice implies that he knows you were trying to go to the studio. “So this way, you don’t have to worry.”

“Now we can go out and you won’t hurt your ankle!” Jeongin brightly says. “Isn’t that great?”

“Sure.” You slump in the wheelchair and pout. “It’s fantastic.”

“Aw, don’t be sad. Didn’t you want some fresh air?” Minho teases. He points at a tree. “Look, it has leaves!”

You turn around to glower at him. “Very funny. But how am I supposed to get better if I can’t keep my strength up? That means I need to walk on my own. Or dance at the studio with the rest of you.”

Jeongin frowns. “I don’t think that’s how it works. You need rest to fully recover.”

You wiggle your legs a bit, debating whether it’s a good idea to just make a run for it. You really can’t handle this all day.

“Jeongin,” Minho drawls, “do you want a ride too?”

Jeongin perks up, spinning around to look at the both of you. He had been walking ahead, since you and Minho were too slow apparently. “Really?”

“What?” You protest as Jeongin throws himself into your lap. You start to squirm around, trying to get him off. “I didn’t agree to this!”

“Oh, too bad.” Minho pats the top of your head. “But it looks like you aren’t going anywhere anymore, little escape artist.”

“How did you know?” you cry out in outrage. Then you take a deep breath and blink innocently at him. “I mean… What?”

Jeongin wraps his arms around your neck and crosses his legs as if he’s riding sidesaddle. “Push us, Minho!”

Minho sighs and rolls his eyes. “Just make sure no one runs off anywhere. You both know who I’m talking about.”

Jeongin nods and smiles at you before whispering, “He wants to make sure I don’t run off to the circus.” His eyes glint with mischief.

Mingi’s phone buzzes and he stops to answer it. He steps off to the side to speak with whoever it is, and you watch him go.

“Uh,” Jeongin’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “are we moving or is that just me?”

“That’s just you,” you reply without looking. Then you realize that the wheelchair is in fact moving.

Downhill at a rapid speed, in fact.

You scream, causing Jeongin to scream. He clutches you tighter, and you bury your face in his neck.

You can barely see Minho sprinting to catch up, although he’s still a far ways away. His eyes are wide and you can hear curse words flying out of his mouth faster than Jisung can rap.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Jeongin shrieks, shattering your ear drums. “Holy shit!”

“Jeongin!” you scold, scandalized. “Don’t swear!”

Minho’s hands wrap around the handles, and he digs his heels in. The wheelchair slows to a stop and he pants heavily.

You smack Minho’s arm. “Why did you leave us at the top of a hill? You idiot!”

Minho scowls at you as he regains his breath. “You’re lucky I don’t hurt injured people.”

Jeongin shudders. “I- I think I’m going to throw up.”

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This is it. The day you’re going to the studio. Nothing can stop you today.

“Ready for a fun day of relaxing?” Jisung asks as he wanders into your room, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

You’re not there, however. Instead, you’re hobbling down the hallways as fast as you can. Escape time. In your head, you have spy music going.

“No!” Hyunjin screeches from far behind you. “Jisung! Over here!”

Jisung runs out of your room, eyes landing on you. “Aha! Stop right there!”

You pick up your pace, heading directly for the set of stairs. You hear Hyunjin’s gasp before Jisung is tackling you, and you’re both tumbling down the stairs.

Jisung tries to turn his body so he takes most of the hit, but he fails. You land directly on your recently dislocated shoulder, and feel it pop again.

Tears bubble in the corners of your eyes. “I- I don’t feel good.”

Hyunjin races down to the bottom of the stairs, wincing as he looks at you. “Well… This is what you get for trying to go to the studio.”

You splutter out a sob before Jisung helps you stand. They escort you to the spare vehicle, since apparently Minho took the wheelchair with him, and Hyunjin drives you to the hospital. You get your shoulder shoved back into place before you go back home, sitting in an awkward silence.

“Whoops,” Jisung eventually says. “The doctor seemed nice though.”

“Because I was there for the exact same problem like three days ago!” you snap. You huff and turn away from him to stare out the car window. “She’s worried about severe damage to my joint now. Apparently the more times you dislocate it, the easier it gets to pop it out of place.”

“That’s stupid,” Hyunjin comments. “Your shoulder should get tougher.”

Jisung nods along. “It’s a skill issue. My shoulder has never been dislocated.”

You glare at him. “You’re the one that shoved me down the stairs!”

“Because you tried to get away!” Jisung angrily responds. His cheeks puff out with his ire.

“Enough!” Hyunjin tells. “Don’t make me turn this car around! I’ll make you both get colonoscopies!”

You and Jisung both cross your arms, but wisely remain silent. When you get home, Hyunjin directs you to your room and practically forces you to your bed.

“Wait!” You stop him before you get into your bed. “I want my pyjamas first!”

Hyunjin spins around. “Change.”

You shift between feet. “Can you help me, please?”

Jisung peeks inside, scissors in hand. “I’ve got this!”

“Wait, what?” You frown as he approaches, giggling to himself. Your eyes widen in terror before he cuts through your shirt. “Jisung!”

His back is to you now. “What? I thought you wanted help.”

“It’s ruined!” You mourn the loss of your shirt, gripping the tattered pieces. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You did say that you wanted help,” Hyunjin cuts in. “So…”

“I needed help putting a new one on!” you hiss out. “Whatever. I’ll just wear a robe.”

Jisung blindly hands you one, and you slip it on. You tie it around your waist before climbing into bed. 

“Okay, now sleep,” Hyunjin orders. He flicks the lights off, plunging you into darkness. “Sleeeeep.”

“We could always try hypnotism,” Jisung suggests. “I think I have a pocket watch around somewhere.”

“Why do you have a pocket watch?” Hyunjin wonders.

“No one is hypnotizing me!” You groan and let your eyes shut. “That has dumb idea written all over it. Like you can even hypnotize anyone.”

Jisung turns the lights back on. “Wanna bet?”

“Okay.” You sit up straighter. “If you can hypnotize Hyunjin, I’ll give you my cookie recipe.”

Hyunjin forehead crinkles. “Wait. I didn’t-“

Jisung holds his hand out for you to shake. “Deal. I’ll go find my pocket watch.”

Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck. “What if I don’t want to be hypnotized?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave a hand dismissively. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“I absolutely know what I’m doing,” Jisung agrees, wandering back in. He’s carrying a pocket watch that dangles from a gold chain. “Ready?”

Hyunjin hesitantly sits on the edge of your bed, fisting the sheets. “What if this goes wrong and I speak like a chicken for the rest of my life?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Hurry this up,” you goad. 

Jisung starts to swing it in front of Hyunjin’s eyes. “You’re getting sleepy. Very sleepy. So very sleepy.”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes before sighing, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m still wide awake, but sure.”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

Jisung grins. “You’re sleepy. And, uh, you’re in love with Changbin. You love him deeply.”

You squint at Jisung. “What?”

“You love him, and will do anything for him,” Jisung finishes. “Um… Okay wake up.”

Hyunjin peeks his eyes open, blinking slowly.

“Did it work?” Jisung hopefully asks, clutching the pocket watch tightly.

“You’re a moron.” Hyunjin flicks Jisung’s forehead before facing you again. “Sleep.” He drags Jisung out of the room.

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“So, I know it’s been a very exciting relaxation period, but today we’ll actually get some rest.” Chan fluffs your pillows and picks the tv remote up. “What do you want to watch?”

You him as you think about it. “Put on a k-drama. A romantic, gushy one.”

Chan grins and chooses one for you before heading out the door. “Okay, text me if you need anything.”

You pout. “You’re not going to watch it with me?”

Chan grimaces. “Uh…”

Seungmin laughs. “Come on, Chan! It’s the least you can do since our ninth member is so badly hurt.”

Chan groans, throwing his head back. “Fine. But only if Seungmin has to watch it too.”

Seungmin scowls. “I don’t like that idea.”

“Too bad.” You stick your tongue out at him, smiling as he settles on your left side. Chan curls up on your right, eyes landing on the screen.

“Damn, he’s hot,” you whisper as a man wanders on screen.

Seungmin side-eyes you. “You’re kidding, right?”

You hide your face behind your hands. “No. But don’t judge me!”

Seungmin gestures at the television. “He’s the villain! The insane villain that kills people for fun.”

You duck your head, not wanting eye contact for what you’re about to say. “But… He’s hot.”

“Oh my gosh,” Chan mutters, shaking his head. His face is tinged with disappointment. “If you ever date someone, I’m going to be very suspicious. And scared.”

“He’s a murderer!” Seungmin points again. “He’s crazy! He’s- He’s… Oh, hello.”

Chan’s eyes widen. “Why is he shirtless?”

You smirk. “Because. That’s how these shows work. There’s always a scene with a dude shirtless in a shower.”

“But why?” Seungmin questions. “It’s not important to the plot at all.”

“Shut up,” you snap. “You’re ruining the view.”

Chan shifts, propping himself up on his elbows. “Okay, so who’s the- Wait, why is that guy bleeding? Who is that with the knife?”

“If you’re going to watch with me, you need to be quiet,” you sharply say. You level them both with glares.

“You’re the one that wanted us to watch it with you!” Seungmin exclaims. But his eyes remain glued to the show.

Time goes by, and the show progresses. You finish the first episode before Chan turns the second one on. By now, everyone is in agreement with you that the villain is hot.

“Daddy material,” you say under your breath.

Seungmin side-eyes you once again. “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“No, I mean it literally.” You pat his arm. “Look at his house. Plenty of room for a nursery. That shoulder? Perfect for burping a baby on. And damn, he even has jingly keys.”

Chan rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Weird, but okay. Are those your standards for men?”

“Jingly keys?” You glance over at him. “No. I have higher standards than that, actually.”

“I should hope so.” Seungmin gets up, sliding off the bed. “I need to go. I’m hungry.”

Chan pauses the show before placing the remote in your nightstand. “Alright, then. I think I’ll get some lunch too, then.” He looks to you. “Want us to make you something?”

“Sure.” You smile softly. “And thanks for taking care of me, guys. It’s… It’s hard for me to accept help.”

“We know.” Chan pats your good shoulder. “Why do you think I had people stay behind?

“Also he was scared that you’d burn the place down,” Seungmin adds.

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[hoshigray]

I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like literally almost teach me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ

Ohhhh, I don't know how tf I'm gonna write this, but here we go!! Hope I did alright on this one hehehe~ *sweats nervously*

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - oral (m! receiving) - it starts off cute but gets dirty, so minors DNI - reader admiring Toji's dick lol - face+throat-fucking (Toji goes at a reasonable pace) - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, sweetie, mama) - heavily detailed descriptions of a blowjob - praise - Toji laughing at you asking him to help bc what are boyfriends for, but you get a laugh out of it too - some humor. Wc: 2.8k

"You okay, kid?"

"Hmm?"

"You look lost in thought about somethin'."

"I do?" He lifts a brow and nods at you. "Oh, it's nothing, Toji, honest." The man looks at you for a few seconds as if he doesn't believe your answer, yet he goes back to watching the television, and the big hand on your shoulder brings you closer to him.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Toji are watching your favorite sitcom on the couch in your living room. But the show wasn't capturing your attention like it usually does. Instead, your mind wandered to other matters. Other...explicit matters.

How explicit? The two of you have been together for a long while now, and you can honestly say things have been going great. For him to be your first serious relationship — plus him being older and more mature than you — it's nice to know that things have been going way smoother than you'd thought in the beginning.

Although things may seem fine, something has been clouding your head recently. This is where explicit matters come into the conversation.

Through all this time together, it just occurred to you that you haven't given Toji head. Scratch that: you've NEVER given a blowjob, period.

It's always been the other way around. Not that you're complaining, because your boyfriend seems to enjoy eating you out. And he's actually good at it! Like, really good at it. Just reminiscing all the moments he's had you turn into jelly with just his scarred lips and relentless tongue is enough to make you go dizzy.

It's a pleasure how attentive he is to you during sex. And you appreciate that he cares for you in that regard...yet you can't help but feel like you're not a good partner in bed with your lack of reciprocity.

And it's not like you don't want to give him head. Because trust, you would've done so already! The real problem is that...you don't know how.

You've watched videos and read articles on how to do it, even practicing on a banana (per your friend's advice). Nevertheless, whenever you wish to initiate; or the opportunity arises, you just freeze on the spot and force yourself to forget about it. It's as if researching and amping yourself up is way easier than the execution.

Though, you can't just let your man be the only person doing the work — sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both parties, damn it! And you're gonna push yourself to have his dick in your mouth one way or the fucking other! But......where the hell do I start!!??

You release a defeated sigh, bringing your hand up to massage your forehead from the endless banter in your brain. And Toji watches you from his peripheral, his brows drawing downward at your display of frustration. "Alright," his gruff voice snaps you back to him as he lowers the TV volume. "What's goin' on in your lil' head, baby?"

You blink at his question. "Hmm? What do you—"

"Aht aht, don't do that with me." His jade eyes harden, and you hold back from finishing whatever you were going to say. "Somethin's wrong, so tell me. I'm over here watchin' this stupid show that you dragged me on to, and you're not even paying attention."

"Hey! It is not stupid," you counterargue, and use his comment to dissuade him from the topic. "You were very invested last week when my favorite character punched the guy she likes for stabbing her in the back! So who are you to—"

"Y/n." It didn't work. Your name was thrown at you with such seriousness that there was no use in trying to distract him. "Tell me what's goin' on. If somethin' is bothering you, don't be scared to come to me about it." He says it sternly, yet he's still gentle with his delivery.

"Toji..." You can only call him by name before he leans forward to kiss your forehead, and it almost melts all your worries away.

"Tell me."

The two of you look at each other for mere seconds, you searching for any sign of uncertainty before confessing your thoughts to him. You sigh once more and lean onto Toji, his hand rubbing on your shoulder — a silent gesture of him giving you all the time you need before confiding with him.

You told him, "Don't laugh, okay?"

He scoffs. "Can't make promises I can't keep, kid." His smile manifests when you shake your head at his shenanigans. "I won't laugh, angel."

When he uses the pet name on you, it seals the deal. It's now or never.

"I was just thinking that...I might need your help with something."

A brow is lifted. "With what?"

"Umm, it's..." Your fingers find each other to fiddle with to keep you busy from the awkward tension. "It's for......y-you know—"

"I don't know."

"I-ahem-I want," you can only gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat. ".........Iwannagiveyouablowjob."

No words. No movements. Nothing. Only the noise from the TV gives a sense of life to the silence following your confession. Even the big hand on your shoulder chose to remain completely still. And you can feel the slight quiver of your lips start to come to fruition.

Nothing happens until you feel a jolt on the shoulder you're resting on. Your face blooms hot, and your lips can't fight the uncomfortable twinge. Oh, this motherfucker is about to laugh.

"Is...Is that—ahem," A tiny gust of wind exits through his nostrils, trying to extinguish the beginning of a chortle. "Is that what was botherin' you this entire time?"

Now your ears get hot, and all you can think about is how you'll dig a nice big hole for yourself to crawl in later. God, why me??!

"W-Well, I mean, I notice how you're always doing it on me," another jolt from the older man. "And...I just feel like I'm not doing my part." He lifts his hand from your shoulder and rests it on his face. Fits of chuckles silently enter the air. "But I don't know how to....do that kinda stuff. So, I was just wondering—" He starts smacking his thigh, and with the twitch of your eyebrow, you've had enough. "Toji, I swear to Christ, if you don't fucking stop—"

And with that, the floodgates opened. The laughs he was doing a terrible job suppressing wheezed out, his hand covering his eyes while the shit-eating grin was present with laughter seeping out his system. You cover your face with your hands, shielding away from the embarrassment and not letting him hear giggles of your own.

"Oh shit, c'mere ya damn cutie." Toji pulls you in with both arms, caging you so he can place a kiss on your temple. "Pfft, kid, I'm not laughing at you. But goddamn, you looked so fuckin' stressed fr' no reason."

"But it is a reason!" You chuckle under your hands, only prompting your boyfriend to laugh harder. Once he calms down, you explain yourself further. "Toji, I'm serious. We've been together for this long, and it's always been me getting eaten out. I just think it's unfair that I get to feel good and you don't, ya know?"

He snickers. "I'm always feelin' good when I fuck the shit out of you."

"You KNOW that's not the same thing!!" Toji barks a laugh from you yelling at him, and you can't take this anymore. Removing yourself from him, you get up from the couch before you sink further into the internal pool of regret. "Just forget it. This conversation never happened...I'll just go to sleep." And hopefully, die of suffocation from my pillow.

However, before you could step toward your bedroom, Toji quickly caught your wrist. You reluctantly turn to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and soft hooded emerald eyes. "Not so fast there, sweetie." His hand slides down to fully grasp your hand, engulfing it with his size. "Ya know, you're a real cutie when worryin' about me. But don't go thinking you're not making me feel good, because you do with what you got. I woulda found someone else if you didn't." You briefly glare at him, though you know he has a point.

"Yeah, I know. But I want to do more. You always take good care of me, so...I wanna do the same for you." And Toji knows you're serious about this. It doesn't matter if you can't look directly at him because of your bashfulness; your words are sincere. God, you looked so cute it drove him crazy.

He sighs quietly with a smirk, his thumb making circles on the back of your palm. "Well, if you're really sure about putting y'r mouth on my dick," and before you could fully process his words, the older man spreads his legs for your eyes to observe. And the first thing that corrupts your vision is the outline of his erect cock, the tent prominent through his dark sweatpants. "Looks like ya got yourself a lesson. Up for it?"

You gawk at his erection for three extra seconds before you look at your boyfriend and give him a nod for confirmation. Seems like your plans of suffocation and dying in a hole have been postponed to another day.

Toji grins hard, his teeth peeking through under his scar, and then he points to the floor with his chin. As instructed, you kneel between his legs.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from the clothed prison for you. And you're in awe with the sight before you. Of course, you've known his girth to be immense. You've had the damn thing inside you, for God's sake. But now, seeing his length so close, it's hard to believe you had him before. You can take note of every dent and vein of his shaft, how they structure all the way down to the base, and the pinkish-red color of the tip. It all overwhelms you and makes you second-guess what you're about to do...and the throbbing sensation down south flourishes.

"Like what ya see down there, angel?" The heat on your face worsens when you glance up and see Toji sneering down at you, and a hand comes down to massage your cheeks. "Try lickin' it first."

You gulp before following his suggestion, opening your mouth for your tongue to flick on the frenulum of his cock. You can hear him moan from the action, so you proceed and lap around the head of his cock until you feel adventurous enough to take his glans in your mouth. Toji groans from the wet walls of your mouth, and your teeth brushing against his glans makes his body jerk. "Hmmm, be careful with y'r teeth, baby. Relax that jaw and puff those cheeks a bit fr' me."

His comments are taken wholeheartedly, making sure everything goes right for him. Your cheeks go hollow for you to suck his cockhead and take in a few more of his length, his hums of pleasure egging you on. It goes well until the tip hits your uvula, resulting in your gag reflex. And Toji is quick to gently pull you from him, your saliva coating his dick.

"Woah there, sweetie. Don't forget to breathe." He coaxes while you cough. Your eyes start to water as you gasp for air to even your breathing. "We can stop now, don't want you chokin' on— Aisssh!!."

He's unable to finish his sentence when your hand strokes his cock, paired with kisses to the underside of his shaft. "No, I can keep going." You look at him with half-lidded eyes, having the man twinge his lips upward.

"Alright, then we're gonna go slow, okay? No rush." He aligns his cock to your lips, waiting for re-entry. "I'll push, and you breathe."

You give him a nod to signal you're ready, and your mouth agape to take in his returning limb. Toji brings your head in while you remind yourself to breathe, but your body jolts when you feel the tip come almost close to your uvula again. "Relax, mama, relax. Keep taking deep breaths fr' me." He coos at you, and you do as he says. Breathe in, breathe out. Once you slowly move, Toji aids you by gently pushing the back of your head toward him. And a wave of astonishment and relief hits you when you manage to have his dick hit the back of your throat.

"There ya go, cutie." He smirks at you, aware of your tiny display of giddiness. "Now, try goin' at your own pace."

With a few bobs up and down, slowly but surely, you get used to having Toji's cock in your oral cavity, going at your own tempo and enjoying yourself with this. Your movements are filled with confidence, and you whimper every time you try to go as far as you can but not too crazy.

And Toji loves every second of it. Your moans vibrate the walls around his cock, and it turns him on even more when he peers down to see you suck on him so deliciously. Spit covers your lips the more you take him in your mouth, and he groans when he feels your hands stroking him and kneading his balls (something you've learned to do from the articles you've read). "So good...Hmmph! So fucking good..." It's been a long time since Toji's been given a blowjob, and it feels so good to have you — his sweet thing — do it for him.

But then a thought pops into his mind, and the pleasure in his body churns into a different path of want and need. "Sweetie." Your eyes flutter up at him when he calls you, stopping midway through. "Wanna go a lil' further than this?" It takes a moment for you to register, but you give a curt nod with a hum on his dick, which he can only assume is a "yes."

"I'm gonna stand up, okay? So keep taking deep breaths and follow my lead." You don't answer, only gaze at him as you mentally prepare yourself. Toji rests a hand at the rear of your head as he gets up from the couch, keeping you still on his cock in hopes you don't choke. Now he's standing upright, and his sweatpants slide down to his sturdy thighs. He places both his hands on each side of your head. "I'm gonna start moving slowly, 'kay baby?"

And so he does, unhurriedly pushing his shaft into you, and your hands find purchase on his thighs as he does so. His dick that once stopped at the back of your throat eventually finds its way deeper within, and you're senses are clouded with his smell when your nose and mouth meet his pelvis. It all feels so overwhelming that tears start to form.

Toji lets you adjust to all of him for a while, grinding his hips on your lips to fully accommodate his whole girth, prompting more muffled mewls from you. He ruts his hips at your face when he notes your steady breathing. Gradually, every inch of his cock sinks into your mouth. Your head starts to pound as you enter a haze.

The pace of his thrusts eventually goes faster and faster by the minute, and the tears finally come down with every jab to your throat. Saliva runs down your chin with the smack of his balls, the head bullying your insides with the erratic rhythm. Your nails form scratch marks on his thighs from all the stimulation you're going through, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel so fucking good. Having your boyfriend's pelvis smack on your face on par with the sounds of you sucking him off felt like fire to your eardrums. So hot but so electrifying the more you indulge yourself.

As for the older man fucking the hell out of your face? Oh, how he missed this. It's been so long since he stuck his dick on such a pretty mouth. And your throat's tight, velvety walls have him rutting for more. He knew this would make his thirst return, and now he was sure an addiction would form from this. But right now, he can feel the surge of his orgasm arise, and his brows crease with a guttural groan as he thrusts into your face with harsh motions.

"Shit, ahhhhh shit, shit," It's so close, almost there. "Gonna cum, mama, gonna—Mmmm! Haaah, oh fuck, oh fuckin' Christ!" Through his moans of pleasure, Toji releases his load down your throat. And you're in no other position than to just take it, whimpering blissfully onto his length as he gives you a few more ruts to your face.

When he's done experiencing his ecstatic high, the older man withdraws himself from you. Your throat and mouth become empty except for his essence that you swallow. Strands of spit and come connect your wet face to him for a crude yet intimate moment before they break out.

He pulls up his sweatpants and drops down to wipe your pretty face with his hand. "So? Was I a good teacher?"

[444escape]

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[mitsuristoleme]

Ayo it's me !

SO uhhh

Damn that's my first time requesting something and I'm actually nervous, so it's about that nightmare thing I talked about, so maybe I thought you could write something (like anything it can be very short), IF you can write for Choso (if you don't i get it) comforting reader after a very realistic nightmare and reader is still scared after waking up because it was basically taking place in that same room and still feels like they're in the nightmare (I don't know if it's clear, but basically waking up still scared and having trouble calming down and feeling reassured because what if it's real)

Rereading this I'm realizing it's confusing, but hopefully with that post you answered to you understand a bit ;; and if you don't write for Choso maybe you can do it with any other (adult) JJK character, I'd be fine with it!

hihi! sorry this took so long D:

i really hope i managed to write what you described

this is my first time writing choso (and anything nightmare related in general) so forgive me if he’s ooc😭😭 and im also sorry this is a bit short, ive been pretty swamped with finals

cw: nothing particularly??? reader has a nightmare, no pronouns used, not proofread

you shot up in bed scrambling for your glasses, your blanket pooling around your knees as cursed energy rushed to your raised fists, ready to fight.

“sweetheart?” came a rumbling voice from next to you, making you flinch.

“hey, hey, its just me. just choso. whats wrong honey?” your boyfriend’s words were followed by a warm hand gently tugging you back into a sleeping position.

he pulled your face into his chest, careful to not smoosh your glasses, a soothing hand running across your back.

“nightmare?”

you nodded, letting yourself fall limp in his hold, trusting choso enough to take care of any threat.

“you wanna talk about it baby?” he asked, as he leant back to look at you in the dim lighting provided by the barely cracked open door of the bathroom.

“not really.”

he hummed, gently taking your glasses off to rest them on the dresser on his side of the bed, switching on the lamp while he was at it.

“the light make you feel safer?”

“yeah”

you could tell he wanted to say something else, but you really didnt want to talk about the horror plaguing your dreams.

your bedroom was supposed to be your sanctuary and the stupid nightmare had ruined every ounce of safety you felt in your bed.

you tugged your boyfriend closer, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, that he’d started letting down from his ponytails while slept.

he draped his arms around your waist protectively, something he did often, especially in public (you’d come to learn that he was incredibly protective of people he held close to his heart)

“i gotchu,” he mumbled into your hair.

you sighed shakily against the crook of his neck, a few tears escaping your eyes as the adrenaline wore off.

before you could register the loss of his warm hands from your waist, his thumb was gently wiping away the tears from your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he held your face, thumbs catching the wetness as it fell, kissing you gently, and staying there until you stopped crying.

“cmere,” he said, rolling you over his chest to his side of the bed, further away from the door, “no facing the door tonight, ‘kay? we’ll keep the lamp on so its less scary for you, yeah sweetheart? and if you still cant fall asleep, ill stay up with you.”

you began to protest, but he cut you off.

“aht, aht. i dont need to sleep, and even if i did you’re more important. so shush and cuddle me.”

you smiled softly at him, making your way into his waiting arms.

“thank you choso.”

“anytime, love.”

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[phone4pills]

HEROIN dealer!Chris x vet!Reader

oral, fem receiving, toxic relationship, arguing, mentions of drugs, swearing

Chris grabs at your hips, pulling you down further and further with rough passion. His head lay against the pillow, hair messily sprawled out as he nibbled at your sensitive clit. When Chris told you to sit on his face he meant it.

“C’mon, ma. Let me taste it.” He encouraged, grinning at the sight of your head flailing back with each bit of contact between his mouth and your pussy. Whines rippled through the warm air in your room as his tongue founds the damp heat between your flaps, slowly, generously licking and pleasing.

You tugged as his brown curls, legs clenching around his head as he dove deeper into your core, shamelessly and unapologetically exploring you. You’re teeth were close to penetrating your bottom lip, eyes threatening to litter your face with tears. Chris was ravenous, like a starving boy who’d never been fed by his mother. And you filled him, eliciting raspy groans from the dangerously cavernous depths of his throat.

Time seemed to pass quicker than ever, your climax reaching it peak at an unbelievable speed. When it hit you, your back arched, hips bucking away from his mouth. But Chris persisted, his rough grip grounding your thighs to their place on either side of his head. “Chris… mphhh.”

He turned his head to nibble at the skin on your inner thigh. “Aht aht,” he tutted, “Not so fast, ‘m still hungry.” Your eyes rolled back as his bites formed purple marks along your plush skin. Then he dove in again, tongue bathing and basking in your wetness as though it were a love potion. As though it were heroin.

You didn’t think he deserved it. Especially after the stunt he pulled the other day but you wanted him as much as he wanted you. And this wasn’t the first time he’d turned up to your house and done something like this to apologise.

It was an unusually rainy day in Boston and the dark sky had you in the mood for some intimacy. You wanted romance, passion. Chris, on the other hand, wanted control. He just needed to taste you. Not to feel you. Both of you knew his ‘other girls’ weren’t half as worthy as you.

You pulled at his hair, fingers curling with each flick of his tongue on clit. All of sudden, Chris’ phone rang on the bedside, causing the glass under the device to vibrate slightly was each buzz. The man hummed, pulling away from you and reaching for his phone, a hand still clutching our thigh.

Your brows furrowed staring down at his messy hair and glazed over lips. As surprised as you wanted to be when he answered the call, you couldn’t even begin to believe he’d actually decline it. He turned his head and listened to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah… I could get you a couple grams by tonight. Between seven and twelve. But it’s gonna cost ya.” His thumb rubbed circles into your thigh as he spoke. You rolled your eyes, climbing off him and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

By the time the call had ended, you were pouring yourself a Pepsi at the island. Chris left your room with a stern look. He found you in the kitchen and you could’ve predicted what he’d say next. “Fuck s’your problem?”

“My problem? You just aired me to make a stupid deal.”

He shrugged, taking the cup off the countertop and drinking down all of the drink you’d just poured for yourself. “It’s big money.” You scoffed at the smug grin on his face.

“C’mon… why don’t i take ya with me?” Eyes lighting up, you pushed yourself off the counter, on which you were previously leaning. At first you thought he was joking, letting out a sarcastic chuckle. But as soon as you realised he was serious, you eyes widened. It was a bad idea but you needed something risky.

Your life was getting too boring, becoming the same old routine every day. Wake up, go to work, hear the same old stories about restless animals over and over, do your best to help them, go home. Oh, and coffee. All day. Everyday. You were aching to have some fun.

“Okay, but as for now, get out. I have to fill in some forms online and you’re too much of a distraction.” You led Chris towards the door.

“Are you kicking me out, y/n?” Your only response was a solemn nod before he was out the door.At least your plans were set for that night. Playing as Chris’ wing girl as though it was a Halloween costume. Fun.

AU tag list: @pvssychicken @sturnslcver @sophand4n4 @sofieeeeex @lovingregulusblack @spideylovin @leaningoutthewindow

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[sillygum]

They didn't forget him, it's just a mean joke. Stupid Shanks is always doing something to mess with him. The crew's drinking had carried on well into the night and Luffy was determined to prove he could hang with big boys. This wasn't Makino’s place after all and he wouldn't be tucked in at a reasonable hour once the singing and juice lost its appeal.

Luffy wakes with a groggy jolt, still in the same out of the way booth he'd crawled into some time past midnight. Beckman and Roux had surprised him with a new coat when making him guess which sea they planned to sail next. It was nearly three sizes too big but the plush fur inlay was toasty and he could easily turtle inside when it got too cold or needed a nap. Now as he's pushing his arms through the sleeves and blinking the sleep out of his eyes does he realize the merriment has died down, mid morning sun out of place where it lights up the few windows. It takes a few more seconds for the boy to realize he doesn't recognize any face present and a handful after that to shimmy out of the warn leather seat to wander over to the bar. The pretty woman from last night has been replaced by a scowling man that's quick to shew him away before he can ask where his crew was.

“Gon get, ain't no place fur a kid.”

Luffy frowns and glances around again, hoping Shanks would jump out to laugh at his mean joke. “But I was here last night with—”

“Aht, don't care. There's ‘ta door. Now get!” Anger sits at the edge of his voice, a knobby finger pointing at the exit.

Frustrated groan rumbles from his throat, the usual flare of indignation dampened by the idea that they actually forgot him. Doesn't stop Luffy from kicking a hole in the bar before he trots out the door and again hopes the crew will jump out to laugh. Instead townsfolk go about their day not paying him any mind. Any second now. He sniffs, eyes now wet with tears, this is what that stupid Shanks wanted! Is he happy? Luffy's crying, panic very much setting in. They didn't really forget me…

——

“But?!” Wet confusion drips from his words. The stranger is the only one close to his age, he couldn't be more than a few years older … right? Blurry vision looks up at Law from his soaked shirt, snot and tears mixing into a thick paste. “Wey fergot m-me.” Saying it out loud has him choking, no amount of sniffing or bravado could keep the tears in check now. “Wey weally d-did!”

The shove nearly sends the boy to the ground, the little restraint keeping him from wailing, broken. Why is everyone in the North Blue so mean?! He hadn't done anything wrong, first Shanks, then the bartender, now this kid! Alone in a new town, abandoned again. What else could he do but sob? Garp has no idea where he's at and there was no telling how far the Red Hair pirates had gone or if they realized the boy was missing yet. Maybe this was payback for Shank’s arm? “Rey said it—it wuzn't my walt but—but !” The arm of his coat is sopping wet, his blubbering and wailing having no end in sight.

@sillygum liked [+] for a early pirate career starter.

   This is new and not wanted at all. There is a kid standing before him. A kid with a scare on his face, wearing sandals, and tears rolling down his eyes. Law feels an eyelid twitch, his grip on his nodachi tightening. He’d come into this town with the intention of getting some supplies for his ship and moving on. It’s a while since he’s found a pirate friendly port that didn’t have a Donquxiote pirates jolly roger hidden somewhere in the shadows. He was hoping to relax a little, as much as this angry, revenge driven teenager can. Instead, this is what he comes across.

    Law had turned a corner in the markets and found the kid stumbling away from the tavern. He’d bumped into Law and promptly started crying about being lost. Now, that is not something Trafalgar Law needs to give a fuck about. A lost kid is not his problem but now he’s latches onto Law’s shirt and the crying is drawing attention.

   “Fuck,” Law hisses, teeth baring with a snarl. He really wants to punch this kid and be done with this, but he knows that won’t go well with this crowd watching. “Look, kid, I don’t have time for this. Go find someone else to help you.”

   He shoves the boy back, the motion harsher than he means it to be. He just wants to stop that snot from getting onto his new jeans.

[seraphdreams]

RINDOU HAITANI.

content warning ⇾ fem!reader, brat taming, slight choking, slight manhandling, praise. 19+ mdni.

word count ⇾ 696.

“‘s a shame, really. such a pretty face.. but a dirty mouth.” rindou leans to whisper the last phrase against the shell of your ear, watching as a chill flurries down your spine. he’s got you on your knees in front of him—not facing him, though. you’re facing yourself in the large mirror as he sits on the loveseat behind you.

he wraps both hands around your neck, using his thumbs to push your chin up so that you are now eye to eye with him.

his lavender orbs gleamed of something far more sinister than you’d ever seen. perhaps, this was the look he’d give his victims before tending to business.

it was already a bad enough idea to try and ignore rindou at one of the various bonten clubs for fun, but it’s another thing to decide to get a little too mouthy with him which lands you right where you are now. naked and a mess; mascara running down your cheeks and his cum coating your lips like some fenty gloss.

“s-sorry, rin. ‘m really sorry.” you pitifully rasp, hoping your empty apologies put you back on his good side. he tsks, adding the slightest amount of pressure to your neck. “are you really?” he queries, one hand crawling up to cradle your jaw. you nod your head in response, mindless as such.

“prove it to me.”

as if on cue, as soon as he releases himself from you, you’re turning to climb into his lap. with his belt unbuckled and hard cock begging to be free from its confines, you attempt to take it out— “aht aht, turn back around.”

“but rin—”

you felt his large hands on your waist, manhandling you as if you were nothing and turning you so that you’re back facing yourself in the mirror. you see him quirk a brow at you through the reflective glass. “but rin? is there a problem?” his ask was more rhetorical than not yet you made sure to shake your head in an unaffirming way.

“good girl, i want you to see how stupid you look when this dick is inside you.” with one hand on your hip, he uses the other to take his cock from his boxers. he pumps once, then twice before slightly bending you over to slip his cock inside your hole. he was always so thick and hard to take in one swift go yet he made it seem dauntingly easy when he took control.

you sink down onto him adjusting to the stretch before he’s bouncing you up and down onto his length. wet squelches are sounded through the spacious penthouse each and every time your hips meet

“might get ya too embarrassed to ever brat again.” he taunts with a pinch to your clit. you feel the significance of his length creating friction against your sweet spot; every inch of it, each time he throbs, the veins that decorated his pretty shaft. it was all too much for you.

your head feels as though it’s spinning while mindless babbles continue to fly past your lips. “r-rin! too much, too deep..” you whine, in hopes he’d ease up with his vigorous pace. instead, he stands you both up, continuing his ministrations as he bends you over to fuck deeper into you.

“too deep? y’don’t even know what too deep is.”

you struggle in trying to find balance, your hands moving from his arms to his thighs as you feel your knees grow weak. he watches as you struggle, chuckling to himself. “touch your toes for me baby ‘nd maybe i’ll let you cum.”

you do as he says, bending down even further for him to allow his strokes to hit deeper, stronger. within a couple moments, you’re convulsing around his cock, lathering his length in your sheen while letting out a string of loud, lewd moans. he’s quick to follow after, a few hard thrusts until he’s filling you up full of his seed.

he pulls out, quickly pulling against him and gripping your jaw, angling your head towards the mirror. “you’re gonna be good now, yeah?”

you nod in your hazy state.

“good girl.”

reblogs are appreciated! (thank you anon for requesting <333)

[18002dheauxs]

The girl all the bad guys want

-about: the biggest assholes in KNB get the girls of their dreams. I saw their ideal types and my head kinda went brrr

-with: Makoto Hanamiya, Kojiro Furuhashi, Kazuya Hara, Kentaro Seto, Hiroshi Yamazaki, Shogo Haizaki, Shoichi Imayoshi, cisfem!reader

-wc: 4.1k (I’m so sorry I went a lil wild here)

-warnings!: toxic guys, piv sex lots of it lmaoo, degradation, manipulation, car sex, clit slapping, bondage, bdsm, hair pulling, flogging, semi-public ig in Hara’s idek atp, panty stealing, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving and m!receiving), deep throating, dumbification, dacryphilia, sir kink, daddy kink, ddlg implications ig if you squint, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, nipple play, camming work, sex toys, facial

Makoto Hanamiya likes stupid girls: Makoto has never been a hard worker. Building a partner into what he wants never really appealed to him. He likes ‘em to come already the way he likes: pretty, eager to please and just really fuckin stupid. He considers you all three & he wouldn’t change a thing! Anyone can see you're gorgeous; that's a given but a kinder person would call you.. err.. naive.. but Makoto Hanamiya has never been known as a kind person. He'll tell you to your face, of course, he's never been one to mince words and he sure as hell won’t start now. The small amount of brain power you did carry is quickly being drained out of your head by his cock splitting you open in the backseat of his car. He's taken you to a drive-in and just with that crooked smile that you trusted way too easily and referencing some bullshit about how comfortability can affect your focus, he got you where he wanted you. Anyone else could see, if not through the bullshit; then through that glint in his eye, that that was a thinly veiled excuse to get into those teeny, tiny skirts you always prance about in. He didn't think he could get any harder, hearing you squeak when his hand smoothed under your skirt and his fingers drifted over your panties. It fills him with excitement to know that it's not an act. You really are way out of your depth and far too dumb to know it but he wouldn't have it any other way. "I love watching you like this", he murmurs into the ear he was previously biting, fingers digging deeper into your hips to roll you forward. "You're already fucking dumb but seeing you go even dumber on my cock.. fuck I don't think I'll ever get sick of that". All you can do is whimper and try to keep up with his strokes. You didn't see this coming and to be fair, you didn't really consider yourself the type to give in this easy but fuck are you happy you did. It’s not entirely your fault though, Hanamiya knows how to manipulate girls like you. The tip of his curved dick hitting spots in you that cause drool to drip down your chin is really the best case scenario here. You can't even think right now; the empty space in your head, finally full but only of the delicious stretch of his thick cock. Your legs start to snap closed when one of his hands leaves your hips to rub fast and hard circles into your clit. "Aht aht what do you think you're doin, princess?", he cooly states, holding you open while his hand never stops its assault on your clit.. All that comes out of you is a pathetic whimper of "i- is too much Mako. I can't!". And he smiles. A genuine, crooked smile. He gathers some hair at the back of your head to keep your weak head still & your rolling eyes on his amused ones, "Of course you can, sweetheart! You don't think I know what's best for you? Leave the thinking to me and just make a mess all over my cock when I tell you to, yeah?" Of course he knows what your body can take, he is the genius after all.

Kōjirō Furuhashi likes masochists: Kojiro isn't one to flippantly toss around the word “love”. Words have meaning to him and he finds a lot of his peers don't understand the meaning of that particular word at all so he saves it for when he really means it, like now. As Kojiro's eyes take you in, arms bound together with rope that's doing most of the work in keeping you upright and hickies & bruises littering your beautiful body, he thinks that's the only word that would suffice for how much he enjoys this. He reaches forward to grab a handful of your hair and pull back until your watery eyes are boring into his. The tears staining your cheeks make his dick twitch. You look perfect like this, giving into pleasure and pain. "You alright, beautiful?", he says against your lips, tightening his grip on your hair to which you let out a moan. Sick little bitch, he thinks to himself and it makes him crack what can be considered for him a smile. "Please Ko, need more", you managed to beg into his parted lips. "More? Your ass is already burning to the touch you think you can take more?" He says twirling the handle of the flogger in his hand. "Yes please", you say tearfully. He has to will himself to stay on track. "Please what?" "Yes please, sir", you say, more tears spilling as he lands a harsh blow with the flogger to your ass. "Such a little freak" every word is preceded by a whistle of promise from the flogger to give you pain that hurts so so good. As the leather strikes your ass, your cries make Kojiro's cock drip with precum. He can't wait to feel the welts on your ass press against his skin as he drives his cock into you, relentlessly hard later. In fact, he thinks he'll love it.

Kazuya Hara likes girls with pretty legs: Despite the reputation he had with the rest of the members of his high school team that he hasn't seemed to be able to shake even well into his 3rd year of college; Kazuya Hara really likes soft & sweet things. He plays ball hard and definitely too rough but he knows how to appreciate the sweet tang of the gum on his tongue or how soft your legs look leading up into your skirt as he follows behind you. He slips through the door of your department's storage room without you noticing and he thinks the little yelp you make when you finally notice is sweet too. "Oh. Hi Kazu.. I didn't notice you there.", you say with a nervous chuckle. "I'm just getting some mats for the clinicals later. Did you want some too?", you say, finally turning to look at him and realizing he's much closer than he was before. He waits a beat before answering, popping a bubble as he lets the uneasy feeling in the air thicken. "Nah.", he chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to rest in the bird's nest he calls hair. "I actually came here to see you." He says, dropping down to "look" at the dumbbells on the floor next to your feet, picking one up to really sell it. "Oh really? Did you need something?.." you say trying to hold your ground even with the wavering of your voice. Even though you managed to make it seem like you held your composure before, you can't help but jump when one of his hands comes up to smooth down your calf. "You know you're really suited to kinesiology, you've got great legs.", he says, feeling the goosebumps rise where his hands touch. "Oh thanks.. Well I do work on them a lot", you let out a nervous chuckle. "I should- uh probably get going though.. gotta change and stretch before class. It's finals week after all.. busy busy busy" You move to step away from him with your mats but he grabs your hand as he stands up. "Kazuya.. this isn't the time", you warn him with annoyance ringing in your voice. "Well it doesn't seem like you make much time for anything.", he says, pulling your hips back into his. He bends down and his breath on your ear makes you shiver with an entirely different feeling. "All this stress can't be good for you. Why don't you let me help you destress", he says punctuating the last word with a bite at your ear. "I- I don't think this is an appropriate place for this, Kazu..", you manage to get out as his hands play with the waistband of your skirt. "Sure it is." He says, releasing your waistband with a pop. "The door locks for a reason.. do you want me to lock the door and then you can sit on that desk and let me between those pretty legs?", he pulls your chin to the side so you can look at him. You want to say yes, you know it, he knows it and who could blame you? Finals week was stressful and maybe an orgasm actually would help you focus better. But even still, agreeing to this is so far out of your comfort zone that your words seem to fail you so the shy nod you give him will have to suffice. In one fail swoop he locks the door and hoists you onto the desk with his lips on yours. He pulls back to stick his gum under the desk like the delinquent he is. You finally allow his tongue access into your mouth when you feel his hands dive under your skirt and wasting no time, he grabs at the waistline of your panties and pulls them down. He doesn't break the kiss as he pockets them or as he slides his finger between your folds; not even when you're barely kissing him back panting into his mouth at the ministrations his now wet fingers are making on your clit. No, the only time he breaks the kiss is to get to his knees and breathe between kisses to those thighs he likes so much, "fuck, baby. I been wanting to taste you all semester. Keep these pretty legs on my shoulders yea?", he says, eyes fixated on the place he's been thinking about since he saw you enter this room. "Lemme get my fill, hmm?" It, of course, is a rhetorical question because before you can even try to respond your words are replaced by a squeak as his tongue licks a long strip up your slit. You moan in unison as he keeps going; licking up all the slick he can find and causing more and more to leak out as his lips suction around your clit. You know you've gotta be quiet but it's incredibly hard when his tongue is delving into your hole at a pace that places stars in your sight. Hara pulls away for a breath but is quick to replace his tongue with his fingers curling up and into you, your legs threaten to snap around his head when his tongue starts to flick against your clit at the same time but he holds them open with his other hand wrapping around your thigh. You're mumbling behind your hand and though he'd love to hear your uninhibited moans he doesn't need to hear your encouragement when your pussy is leaking all over his hands, mouth and chin. Hara has a reputation for being hard & rough but he sure does love to indulge in the softness & sweetness of you.

Kentarō Seto likes intelligent girls: Like Makoto, Seto isn't exactly known for his work ethic. He spends much more time sleeping than working toward any particular goal. All that considered, Seto doesn't mind working toward one goal. Turning smart, know it all girls like yourself into sniveling, cockhungry, brainless whores is always worth the effort to him. It explains why he is so beside himself to have you, dean's list student; president of several clubs; librarians know you by name, you with your eyes rolling into the back of your head, drooling as you fuck yourself on his thick cock. He can't help but let out a chuckle as his hands squeeze your tits as they bounce atop your tank that's been pulled down, too impatient to take the shirt off or go without seeing your full breasts move with every bounce of your hips. It's hard to believe that after getting you as a lab partner and a little bit of convincing he can see one of the smartest girls he knows go absolutely brainless on his cock. A chant of his name starts to fall from your lips and he's finally pulled from his thoughts. "Yes, princess? What is it?" "Wanna cum.. Ken needa cum.. please" you whine, hips chasing your high faster and faster. "You wanna cum? Can't you do it yourself? Hm? Make yourself cum, baby girl", he says, hands steadying your hips so all you can do is barely grind. It feels good but it's not nearly enough as your close orgasm starts to fade. "Mm mm, Ken need you.. Pleaase, daddy? Please help?", you beg through tearful eyes. He chuckles. "Remember, sweet girl," he sits up so his back is against the headboard and his face is more level with yours as he grabs the back of your neck to focus his eyes on your teary ones, "no matter how smart you are you'll never know how to make yourself cum like I do. Understood?" "Yes! Yes daddy! Please ju- oh. my-" your eyes begin to roll again as he plants his feet and drives into you one hand on your shoulder to pull you further onto his cock, hitting that spot in you that has you seeing stars. Your clit being rubbed so hard and fast against his pubes is the final straw as you squirt all over his thighs and abs. Your body is still spasming when he drops you unceremoniously against his mattress after helping to ride out your high. Seto is a lazy man but seeing academically decorated girls as piles of sweat, tears, drool & cum, with not a single thought in those typically full heads on his bed is always worth the effort in his eyes.

Hiroshi Yamazaki likes cheerful girls: Hiroshi isn't the happiest of guys. He's not full of energy, he's got a mean case of RBF and his vocabulary is made up of 85% curse words. This is probably why people are surprised that he snagged you. Beautiful, vivacious, sunshine-in-human form you. You're the sunshine to his constant thunderstorms. With the scowl he almost always seems to be wearing, no one else would be able to tell it, but you make him happy. Despite his angry disposition, Hiroshi actually had a preference for girls like you. The kind whose smile can put even the meanest ogre at ease, the ones who's cheery aura guaranteed strangers were just friends she hadn't met yet. Hiroshi likes girls like you, he's found y'all are just so damn eager to please. It would take so much more convincing for any other girl to end up in this position, but not you. Oh no, you're his little happy pill, always ready to spread joy the way your legs are spread over his lap as his old high school friends look on. Some too entranced to move, some slowly stroking their cocks as your boyfriend plays with your dripping pussy in front of the audience. "Didn’t know she was this sensitive, Yama.. She's soaked and you've barely touched her.", says Hara, palming at himself as he watches you squirm in your boyfriend's embrace. "Well you do like an audience don't you, pretty girl?" Your lips are caught between your teeth and your breath is caught in your throat as he begins circling your clit, slowly with enough pressure to ensure that all you can muster is a nod. "Mmhmm that's my girl. Go head and play with these beautiful tits for me, yeah?" He says, pulling your dress down for your tits to spill out. There's a groan from the boys as you let out a breathy moan when you begin twisting and pulling your nipples. "She makes such hot sounds, fuck," Seto says as his hand slowly glides up and down his leaky cock. You turn your head into Hiroshi's neck in embarrassment when you finally clue in to the wet squelching of Hiroshi’s fingers playing with your pussy. You're impossibly wet at this point, no doubt making a mess of his pants and the couch below you. "Look. She’s practically dripping, '' Makoto laughs. He pauses a beat. "Wait, does she squirt?", he says, stilling his hand on the bulge in his sweats. "Do you, baby? Go on.. answer him.", Hiroshi asks. Suddenly the attention is a bit much so you close your eyes instead of speaking. A slap to your clit jolts you up and the tone that follows is much more stern. "Answer him." "Ah, yes! Can I show them, please please?", you squeal out as Hiroshi's fingers make their way back into your pussy. "You read my mind, beautiful. Give the boys a show, huh?", Hiroshi says as his fingers speed up their dragging along your walls. Hiroshi liked girls like you, you always took what he gave you without complaining and as you shake with your eyes rolling back while your juices spray on to the couch and the floor, he thinks that smile you're always wearing is rubbing off on him.

+ Shōgo Haizaki likes erotic girls: There's a stereotype that boys with bad reps tend to go for girls with good ones, but that's simply not how Shogo rolls. He couldn't take anymore self-righteousness; he'd had enough of that with his teams back in school. No, Shogo Haizaki likes girls who know what it's like to have people side eye you in the hall, who avoid you because they've "heard about people like you". Shogo thinks that's bullshit, there's not really anybody like him and surely nobody like you. His gorgeous, sexy, confident girlfriend. Yall are one of a kind, a queen fit for a king like him. That's probably why, he thinks, that your couple's camming page blew up. “Hello hello everyone! It’s so good to see you! Welcome back to our page!”, you say, smiling and rubbing at Shogo’s neck as he sits behind you kissing your neck and playing with your tits. “I have a very special surprise for you all! Mr and I got a new toy! Should we show them, babe?”, you say flirting with the camera only to look back into Shogo’s eyes with a genuine excitement for his answer. “We better! I spent all that money on that shit.” he says matter of factly, going back to leaving marks on your neck. “It’s not about the money, babe! It's about the experience!”, you continue with a giggle. “Ok 300 coins and we’ll get started!” Of course, your loyal fans reach the goal in seconds. “Damn they’re excited to see us toy with this, huh?,” you said flirting with the camera with your eyes as your lips press against your boyfriend’s. Shogo only mutters an “mhmm” as he kisses down your neck to your shoulders. “Well”, you say, grabbing the toy from behind your boyfriend, “let’s not keep them waiting.”, you say, biting your lip and turning on the toy. Shogo climbs on top of you, kissing you passionately and pushing your arms up. You smile through the kiss as he grabs the toy. You moan through a smile as he runs the toy over your nipples. Shogo bites at your lip and his kisses trail down as the toy does. As his lips suck marks into your neck, your hands tangle in his hair and the toy sends jolts to your clothed clit. You lift your head to look into his eyes when his lips wrap around your pert nipple and even with his mouth occupied you can make out an impish smile but before you can figure out the reason the vibrator grows stronger. “You fucker,” you say through a half moan, half giggle. He pops off your nipple with a smile still applying pressure to your clit. “What’s that, baby? You want me to turn it up? ManiacMak commented that`I should..”, he says, having far too much fun. “I can tak- ohh fuck”, your head falls back as your legs threaten to close, orgasm approaching far too soon. “You were gonna say you can take it huh?”, he says laughing. You manage to weakly nod your head trying your best to stave off the orgasm coming at you like a bullet train. “I- I ca-ha I can” “Mhmm baby. I know you can. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans right?” Shogo says pushing your panties to the side to place the toy directly on your clit. You’re pretty much putty now but its not until he uses his other hand to plunge his middle and ring fingers into you quick and hard that the orgasm finally catches up to you, crashing into you so hard a yelp escapes you and your legs lock up before they’re shaking uncontrollably. He helps you ride out your high before crashing his lips to yours and throwing the toy to the bed. All you can hear is your shaky breaths, the smack of you two’s lips and the ping of more coins. Many more coins. Shogo breaks the kiss to smile down at you, talking to the camera but looking directly into your lidded eyes. “Hey sweets.. that was kind of a quick show. I think I owe you another orgasm.. or 3” Your beauty really shines through in these moments where you’re panting, legs still having small trembles and still find the gall to look into the camera; smile that sexy smile he fell in love with and breathe out “Only 3? That all you got, pretty boy?” Oh Shogo Haizaki is sure there’s nobody like you and so are your fans.

+ Shoichi Imayoshi likes kikubari girls: Imayoshi comes from a kind people. He was raised in a neighborhood where people took care of others and that’s just what he’s used to. He’s used to smelling the dinner of her husband’s favorites often being cooked by the granny next door. Used to the mom across the street already waiting outside with whatever item whichever of her children forgot before they even knew to turn around and grab it. Shoichi was used to this and was looking forward to having a caring, attentive woman like that in his own life one day. He didn’t realize, however, until he finally found that woman in you; how far the attentiveness of these types goes. It’s glaringly apparent to him now as you're on your knees in front of him for his favorite after work activity ,which of course you’re kind enough to indulge him in whenever he asks. Your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick shaft pushing as much as you can into your mouth while a hand massages at his balls. He lets his head bob back and lets himself get lost in the sound of your gagging and the feel as his dick goes impossibly far down your throat. He only looks down to check on you to see if you can still breathe after he feels your throat begin to close a little around his cock. “Ah ah hold it a little longer, my darling. Juuust a little. Bit.”, he says, holding your head down letting out a prolonged groan that only served to make you wetter. “There we go '' he says breathily letting you go after a few thrusts even further down your throat. You sputter and wipe the spit and precum from your chin with the back of your hand. Not that there’s much still there, most has already dripped down your chin onto your tits and the only thing covering them, the apron you just cooked a homemade meal for him in. He tilts your chin up to him and smiles that stealthy smile you still, after years together, sometimes can’t make heads or tails of. “Can you still continue, sweetheart?”, he says, wiping his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth for you to suck on for a bit. “Do you need me to be more gentle with you? Hm?” “No, my love”, you say smiling up at him while stroking his cock in the twisting motions you’ve learned he loves. “I just want to please you. You can use me however you need.” Shoichi smiles as you take him in your mouth again and allow him to fuck your face to his content as your hands play at his balls. The smile only fades as he gets closer to his orgasm and it makes way into a sort of grimace as he focuses on the feel of your throat and the look of complete subservience he sees on your face and he knows he can’t hold it any longer. Imayoshi knew he wanted an attentive, caring woman; he just didn’t realize what exactly that meant behind closed doors. Now, however, as you stroke the last of the cum out and look up at him with his cum all over your face and pure devotion to him in your eyes; he’s thinking “wanted” was an understatement, he couldn’t live without this.

[romanarose]

Spanish Study Date

Jake Lockley X non Spanish speaking!reader

Summary: Jake helps you with your Spanish homework

Masterlist

A/N: I am struggling in my Spanish class, which is not what I expected, seeing as I grew up heavily around Latin culture and language and listen to Spanish language music, despite not being Latino at all. I just thought it would come easier. Wrote this instead of doing homework. Stupid little fic just because.

warnings: references to smut, a quick suicide joke but I swear it's just 20 year old humor don't cancel me

EDIT: This was written a year ago and I was still new to fanfiction and creating a welcoming space to all readers. In the original of this, I didn't put any sort of warning that reader does not speak any Spanish and that isn't right. I know now this makes Spanish speaking readers feel alienated. I edited the post to make sure it says in front that reader doesn't speak Spanish, at least well. I added this note to not seem like I was hiding anything because I definitely didn't do as well as I could have.

“Jaaaaake! Just tell me what it is, please?” You whine. You were taking spanish this semester, and it was kicking your ass.

“Mi vida, I said I would help you, not tell you the answers.” Jake scolded playfully.

You flop your head on the table. “You sound like my mom trying to help me with math homework.”

Jake laid the side of his head down at the table with you. “If I tell you the answers, you’ll fail the test. If you fail the tests, you’ll lose your GPA, if you lose your GPA… well honestly it’ll probably be fine but you seem to want to keep it up.”

You nod, head still attached to the table. “I need a good GPA for grad school.”

“Si! Grad school. That’s it. The entirety of your grad school depends on me not helping you cheat.”

You turn to him, looking at his face smushed against the table. “If I have to conjugate one more verb, I swear to god it’s going to be my 13th reason.”

This made Jake sit up. “Amor, you know I don’t like when you joke like that.”

Sitting back up on the chair, you cross your arms at him. “I’m not joking.” But seeing Jake’s face made you back down. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

His face softened into a smile. “In spanish.”

You sigh. “Lo siento…”

Jake holds your head in his large hands. “Bien Trabajo, carino” He kissed your forehead, still red from the table. “Now, let’s finish your homework. You almost have it, you just keep mixing up a few verb forms.”

You pout at him, not ready to give up. “Tell me what they are, and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life” You raise your eyebrows suggestively”

Jake gives you a pointed look. “Amor, you give me the best blowjob of my life every night.”

You slink down on the chair, defeated. “Fine! Fine. I’ll do it.”

“You’re almost done, then we can make dinner, okay? Crack open some wine for all your hard work?”

You perk up at that. “I love you, honey.”

Jake waved his finger playfully “Aht aht aht! En Espanol.” You groan, flopping your head back on the table, mumbling into it. “Te amo cariño”

[katsukikitten]

Hello. I am here. My eyes are dark brown. 🫤💖

AHT AHT no making a slanty face

Kirishima and Bakugou collectively sigh as they watch after you. Insisting you were to order and wait to bring over the three large coffees for the group.

You give a little waive as you catch them staring. Kats sucks his teeth waving two fingers while Kirishima smiles widely, his own eyes crinkling as does yours.

There is nothing more that they love than your beautiful brown skin and the undying light in your warm brown eyes.

They may be dark but they were anything but cold. They were the type of brown that was rich, rich enough to nutrure. Like up turned soil, like the Earth and her mountains. Once jagged edges smoothed into soft stone after an unfair amount of weather life threw at you but not to be mistaken with weak. Warm stone, just seen in twilight against the shadow of the sky, stars sparkling just like they do in their eyes.

The pair were the only ones lucky enough to gaze so deeply and closely into your eyes do they see all the different shades of brown swirling together to make your special shade. Like an artist takes their time, to add just enough of this and that until they were pleased.

Bakugou and Kirishima were sure that who ever made you, took their time when they made you. Crushing the center of sunflower heads, dark jasper gem stones and nutriting soil so that they could make your special shade.

Kirishima tears up from the thought and Bakugou bares his teeth, both men overcome with emotion as they watch you. Watch you in your bright yellow corduroy overall dress with a balck shirt underneath. Curly hair pulled into two puffy buns as you tilt your head setting down the drinks but smoothing your hands across the front of your dress.

"Did I spill something?" You giggle, trying to mask your worry, even if you knew Bakugou could get any stubborn stain out.

"No, stupid. Sitdown." Bakugou pulls at your sleeve for the chair he pulled out.

"Well you were staring!" A playful complain, "What else would you be staring at?"

Without thought, without hesitation they look at you. Two mirrored red gems staring into such a beautiful deep brown.

"Our brown eyed girl."

[someonestolemyshoes]

Levihan prompt challenge: Levihan in your current job ;)

I have a terribly boring job!

**

"This is the third time this week, Hange."

Levi sat across from her on the plush sofas, a few slips of paper laid out on the low table before him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face crumpled in a familiar scowl as he glared over at Hange, who sat comfortably reclined in her seat, legs crossed, grinning over at him.

"Missed me already?"

"Fuck, no."

Her smile dropped, but the effect was forced. She schooled her expression into an exaggerated pout, full bottom lip jutted out and the corners of her mouth turned down, but there was a delighted glint in the puppy dog eyes she turned on him, peering over her glasses.

"So cruel, Levi!"

"Get over it." He turned one piece of paper over and slid it across the table top, sitting forward and pointing a finger at the very large paragraph printed in a box labelled 'coaching notes'. "This. Read it."

Hange sat forward, too,, and braved her elbows on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands. She tapped her fingers idly on her cheek and smiled sweetly over at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be coaching, Levi? I don't think it counts if you just make me read all your feedback."

"I've tried coaching," he said. He pointed an accusatory finger at her and added, "you don't listen."

Hange shook her head. "That's a little harsh, you know. I do listen. I just think this," she reached out and planted two delicate fingers on the edge of the paper, sliding the sheet back towards him, "is stupid."

Levi grit his teeth. "It's policy."

"It's ridiculous."

"Hange. Your AHT is huge compared to the rest of the damn floor."

Hange shot him a cheeky grin, sliding a foot under the table to prod at his ankle with the toe of her shoe. "So is my customer satisfaction."

Annoyingly, she wasn't wrong. Against all odds, Hange's CSAT was one of the highest in the company, and stood out far above the rest of the agents on her campaign. On paper, Hange had almost all the markers of a perfect associate. Her KPIs were all well above average: she answered calls quickly, consistently solved problems during first contact, and always hit all necessary compliance, technical, and soft-skill criteria on her calls. She was a model employee in all but one way.

Hange's calls lasted forever.

"Average handling time for WHP is seven minutes, forty seconds," Levi said, ignoring Hange's self satisfied smile. "Your average is twenty eight minutes. You're throwing the whole metric off."

"I'm thorough," Hange said. Levi rested his forearms on his thighs, hands limp between his legs and hung his head, gathering himself.

"You're chatty. There's a script for a reason."

"I follow it."

"Loosely," Levi said.

Hange shrugged at him. She waved a hand to the papers on the table, and said, "what's my score?"

Levi hesitated. When he spoke again, it was through clenched teeth. "98%."

"What'd I drop marks on?"

"Chatting shit," Levi said. Hange shrugged a shoulder at him, settling back on the sofa and sinking lower onto it, running her toe from Levi's ankle, up towards his knee and down again. He shifted a little in his seat.

"98% isn't so bad," she said. "Some people are failing."

"Right. But those people take feedback seriously. They don't have your shitty attitude."

"I do take it seriously!" Hange said. "I considered it very seriously. And after much deliberation, I decided it was pointless, and stupid."

Hange's foot drew a slow path up towards Levi's knee again. He reached down to catch her ankle suddenly, so quick it made her jump. Her shin cracked off the edge of the table and she withdrew, rubbing at the sore spot with a frown.

"Serves you right," Levi said. "We're working."

She rolled her eyes, but kept her foot to herself. "Go on then, coach me."

Levi huffed. He wouldn't dare give her the satisfaction of admitting that her small action flustered him, and he could only hope that the heat he felt in his face didn't reflect too blatantly on his skin. By the smug expression Hange wore, he wasn't feeling too optimistic.

"Compliance and tech was good. Adhered to GDPR, fed back all necessary information to the customer. You didn't fuck around too much with the script—"

"—saying 'fuck' isn't very professional, Levi. We're working."

"Piss off. You didn't mess around too much with the script."

"Better."

"But you did spend—" he paused, and picked up the paper to skim through his notes, "—nine minutes talking about lizards."

"Oooh! I remember this one. Mrs Foster, I think? She had leopard geckos! And a bearded dragon. How cool is that? I told her I'd always wanted one, but we don't have the space right now."

"Even if we did have the space, I'd rather shit my pants right here, right now, than keep bugs in the house to feed it."

"I think I said that."

"You refrained from saying 'shit'."

"Of course! I'm a professional." Levi scoffed. "We got talking about feeding habits, after that. Did you know how many fruits and veggies beardies can eat? Mrs Foster said hers love berries but it makes their enclosure look like a crime scene."

"I know," Levi said. "I heard all nine minutes of this conversation already. You also spent another 4 minutes talking about the damn cat."

"Well, we were talking about pets! I couldn't not tell her about Bean."

"Yes, you can. You were booking an engineer visit for her bloody washing machine. No cat-talk necessary."

"She was interested!"

Levi rubbed at his temple. "You weren't out for coffee, four-eyes. You're supposed to resolve customer queries and complaints."

"Well, did I resolve it?"

Levi narrowed his eyes at her. "You did, but—"

"Then what's the problem! So I talk a little. The job is boring, just reading the same script all day. A little conversation livens things up a bit. And my customers never complain, so I don't see why you should."

"I complain because the OM complains, stupid."

Hange waved a dismissive hand again. She smiled at him, and winked. "You can just ask me out, you know, if you want to see me more. I wouldn't say no."

Levi blinked over at her. She looked pleased with herself, arms folded across her chest, comfortably reclined on the sofa. "Hange. We live together. I would like to see less of you at work."

"Kind of rude, but okay."

"Oi," Levi said, a little warily, but Hange's answering chuckle reassured him that he hadn't actually offended her. "Just. Talk less. Ops will get off your TL's back, your TL will get off my back, I'll get off your back. It's a win for everyone."

"Doesn't sound like a win for me," Hange said. Levi diligently ignored the rush of heat in his gut and gathered up his papers.

"Nobody gives me a headache quite like you, you know that?"

Hange grinned brightly. "Thank you!"

"Not a compliment."

Hange remained thoroughly unbothered. She stood and stretched, spine popping, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth, tanned skin above the waistband of her pants. Levi's grip tightened around his papers. The urge to reach out and touch her was as pressing as ever, but they had long established work as a hands-off zone. Their relationship preceded their job roles, but they were still expected to retain some modicum of decency and professionalism in the office.

Hange yawned and lowered her arms to her sides, propping her hands on her hips.

"Thanks, Levi. This was as thoroughly unproductive as ever."

Levi only grunted in response. He let her walk past him, then fell into step beside her, through the quiet break-out zone and towards the main floor.

"Do you have many more meetings today?"

"A few. Mostly just marking though."

The buzz from the floor grew louder as they approached, a mismatched symphony of voices, clicking mouses and clacking keyboards. Hange slowed a little. Levi did, too, and drew to a stop when she did. He turned to throw her a questioning glance, but his eyes grew wide when Hange's face pressed in close to his, her lips connecting quickly with the corner of his mouth. She found his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before stepping back, smiling blindingly. He felt hot right the way up to his ears, and his face must have flushed, because Hange let out a delighted laugh, reaching to ruffle his hair. "So cute," she cooed. Levi shooed her hand away and set his burning face in a scowl.

"Idiot. Don't do that shit in public."

Hange rolled her eyes at him, then headed off in the direction of her desk, walking backwards a few paces to blow him a kiss. Levi clicked his tongue, but the corner of his mouth pulled up in a fond smile.

"Behave yourself," he called, and Hange saluted.

"Same again Monday?"

It was Levi's turn to roll his eyes. "Probably."

Hange nodded, looking all too pleased, before turning around, pausing only briefly to exchange a few words with a friend at a nearby station, then settling at her desk and pulling on her headset. She was just tall enough to eye Levi over the divide between her station and the one opposite, and though Levi couldn't see her mouth  he could so easily discern her grin from the way her eyes pinched. And then she was talking, her gaze flitting quickly between her monitors and her head bobbing as she nodded along to the caller's voice on the line.

He had no doubt at all that Hange had zero intention of changing her behaviour. It really was a pointless venture, and Levi had told management as much on more than one occasion. Still, they persisted, though admittedly it was a half-hearted thing. Levi's coaching was perfunctory—WHP rarely had a queue, and so long as Hange's other KPIs remained exemplary, the time she spent on her calls mattered little to them. The coaching was for appearances sake alone. Levi knew this well enough, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Hange understood, too.

He had no doubt in his mind that, come Monday, Levi would be pulling her for a carbon copy of the same conversation.

He would bitch. He would moan. He would complain endlessly, about Hange's bizarre conversations and her blatant disregard for his coaching efforts. He would frown, and scowl, put on a show of being put out during the whole interaction, just like always.

But in truth, he didn't much mind it at all.

[starryeyedweeb]

Walking In On Your Fave Anime Blondes Singing Along to Dolly Parton’s “Dumb Blonde”

Content Includes: Honestly, this could be read as either platonic or romantic- it’s basically borderline crack meant to give you a smile and some laughs. All underaged characters are aged up to 18+. Gender neutral reader, some language

Characters Included: Armin Arlert, Kurapika Kurta, Hawks/Takami Keigo, Tsukishima Kei, Gojou Satoru, Bakugou Katsuki

“Just because I’m blonde, don’t think I’m dumb. Because this dumb blonde ain’t nobody’s fool.”

Armin

This is actually his power song

Before important meetings and strategy sessions where he’s slated be a big presenter, you’ll always hear him mumbling the same words over and over again under his breath, but you can never make out what they are

Until one day when you’re able to connect the dots 

One such meeting was coming up, and you leave for it before Armin does

He had just told you that he’s not quite ready to leave yet, but doesn’t explain why

You don’t think much about it and carry on, until you realize that you left a part of your harness at home and have to turn back

As you walk back through the door, you notice the sound of singing coming from his bedroom

The voice is distinctively Armin’s, and seeing as you’ve never heard him sing before, you’re actually quite excited

You sneak in as quietly as possible, and much to your amusement, you find him singing to himself in the mirror, pointing back at himself and belting the words almost aggressively

“Because this dumb blonde ain’t nobody’s fool!”

You wanted to sneak away and pretend you never saw anything, but you can’t resist bursting out into laughter

He jumps around and yelps, his face turning cherry red

“Y/N! I thought you left! I, um...I- this was...”

“Oh, my god.” A realization dawns on you. “Is that what you’re always whispering under your breath when you’re nervous?”

“Um...yeah. It just makes me feel stronger, I guess. I know, it’s so stupid...”

“No, it’s so cute! I promise,” you assure him. “And it’s fitting.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Even though you’re blonde, there’s not a dumb bone in your body.” You wrap him in a hug. “And you definitely aren’t anybody’s fool. Never let yourself be convinced otherwise.”

Kurapika

He’s had a bad day at work.

A really bad day.

He bursts through the front door one evening, eyes bright crimson, absolutely raving about how sick he was of being pushed around and treated like he’s less than he is, spewing out ultimatums such as “To hell with the intel, I’m never going back to being a bodyguard ever again.”

To cheer him up and to get away until his anger could simmer down, you offer go pick up his favorite meal

And as you approach the door with the food in hand, you hear something odd on the other side

You cautiously open the door and peer inside, discovering Kurapika yelling along to the popular song

No, seriously- yelling

There’s no sense of song to his cadence whatsoever, he’s just hollering louder than you’ve ever thought him capable of

He’s also pulled out a basket of laundry and has started throwing it around the room as he continues on his rampage

(It was the least destructive thing he could take his anger out on)

You tiptoe over to put the food on the counter, but he’s still yet to notice you

When he shows no signs of stopping, his eyes growing redder by the second, you eventually clear your throat

“Pika, what are you doing?”

He stops with a jolt, the ending notes of the song fading away in the background

The red of his eyes drops down to his face as he realizes what you just saw

“y/n...how long have you been standing there?”

“Since the first chorus.” You choke down a giggle. “I didn’t know you liked that song.”

“I don’t, I just...” He rubs the back of his neck. “Silly as this is, it’s just the best way I’ve found to relieve my petty stress in a safe way.”

“So... this is something you do often?”

His face grows so red you think it might burst. “...yes.”

You two stare at each other for a few moments, then simultaneously burst into laughter

The kind where your entire body shakes, your stomach hurts, and tears spill from your eyes

When he doubles over to catch his breath, you cross the room to wrap him in a hug, rocking back and forth

“Can I join in next time?” you teasingly ask. “It looks fun.”

Kurapika wipes his cheeks and rolls his eyes with a smile. “Sure, why not? Just don’t tell anyone else.”

Hawks

This was the first time you had ever slept over with Keigo, and what he listens to while getting ready comes as quite a surprise.

He gets up before you do, and you wake to hear strange music coming through the closed bathroom door

You tiptoe over to see what’s going on, sliding the door open as quietly as possible

Not that he would’ve heard you, anyway, because as he’s doing his eyeliner, he’s humming along to the blaring Dolly Parton hit, swaying his hips in time with the beat

When the song reaches its defining line, he pulls the eyeliner pen away from his face and throws his head back, wailing the lyrics to the ceiling with comedic passion

You stifle your laughter behind your hand as he returns to his task, still  oblivious to your presence

Picking a choice moment to reveal yourself, you burst fully into the bathroom and fix him with a mischievous look

“Whatcha listening to?”

He jumps in shock when he spots you, leaving a streak of eyeliner down his cheek

“Fuck!” He exclaims, pouting at the black stripe. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” you tease.

“I mean, it’s not what it looks like.” He avoids eye contact, hunting around for makeup remover. “Don’t you just have a random song that gets you motivated, no matter how stupid it is?”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” You hoist yourself up onto the bathroom counter next to him. “Dolly Parton is amazing. ‘Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeene’.”

“You know what? She is. You’re so right.” He points his eyeliner at you, nodding in aggressive approval. “See? This is why I like you.”

And you can bet your ass that every time you get in the car together from here on out, you’re blaring Dolly Parton

There have been several instances when you’ve shown up to missions with it pounding from the speakers as you sleekly step out of the car, ready to apprehend any villains that dare to cross the pair of you

And it’s the most badass thing ever.

Tsukishima

At this point in your relationship, you thought you had learned all of Tsukishima’s secrets.

You were wrong.

It starts completely innocently, with the two of you going with Yamaguchi for a boba run

And when Tsukishima settles into the driver’s seat, his phone auto-connects to the speakers and sends familiar country twangs through the car at a volume that prompts you to clap your hands over your ears

“Shit!” he mutters, fumbling around, unsure which would do the most damage control: changing the song or muting the volume

“Kei,” you guffaw, “what the hell were you listening to?”

“It was an ad,” he insists, eventually managing to get the volume to a favorable range and select a less-embarrassing song choice

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N.” Yamaguchi’s head pokes between the two front seats. “Dumb Blonde is one of his favorite songs.”

“And don’t listen to how idiotic Yamaguchi’s being,” Tsukishima bites back, but the pink tinge growing over the top of his ears betrays his lie.

“It’s been one of his top five most played songs for about three years now,” Yamaguchi continues. “I think he relates to it.”

“You’re kidding!”

At this point, you can’t control your giggles, and Kei’s jaw grows tighter by the second

“Yeah, and once he has a couple of drinks in him, he’ll shamelessly belt the hell out of it at karaoke.” Yamaguchi’s gaze flickers to his phone as his finger rapidly scrolls. “Here, I have a video.”

“Yamaguchi, don’t you dare-”

Tsukishima reaches a long arm out to steal the phone, but you grab his hand before he can take it

“Aht aht, Tsukki,” you tease. “You have two passengers that you’re responsible for. Eyes on the road, please.”

As he glowers, Yamaguchi shows you a glorious video of Tsukishima absolutely wailing out the Dolly Parton hit into a karaoke microphone, the teammates around him laughing so hard that they almost appeared to be choking

“That’s amazing!” You squeal, belly hurting from so much laughter. “But I can’t believe that video didn’t spread around like wildfire.”

“Bold of you to assume that I don’t have worse blackmail to use against all of them,” Kei snaps.

“Well, you should know that you’re never going to live this down as far as I’m concerned.”

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal. Everyone has guilty pleasures.” By this point, his face is the same shade as a tomato, but he fixes you with a knife-like gaze that strikes fear into your heart. “Shall I start listing yours?”

Gojou

(i know he’s technically silver/platinum but he just has blonde energy okay)

The last thing you expect to come home to after a long day of work is Dolly Parton music blaring through your home

And you expect even less to find Gojou standing on the couch, belting the song at the top of his lungs

Beyond the initial shock, you have to admit that he actually sounds quite good, hitting each note to perfection and performing the song with subtle corresponding choreography

“Gojou!” You eventually shout. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, good! You’re home.” He deftly hops off the couch and approaches you with a grin. “I’ve been wanting your opinion on my act.”

“Your act?”

“Yes! The school staff has an annual karaoke contest coming up. I do this song every year, and it’s undefeated.”

“Every year? How have I never known about this?”

“I actually don’t have any idea. I have videos. I’ll show them to you, if you’d like.”

“You’re a little too proud of that,” you giggle. “But if it’s undefeated, why do you need my opinion on it?”

“Because everyone always conspires to try and beat me. I have to keep it fresh. But lately, it’s just been feeling stale.” He furrows his brows, a finger going to his chin in contemplation.

“How are you so serious about this but so carefree when you’re literally about to die?” You grab his elbows and give them a small shake. “Anyway, what I saw certainly didn’t seem stale. Seems like you were having a pretty good time.”

“A good time just isn’t enough anymore...”

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter as he paces around the room, more serious than you’d ever seen him

Over a karaoke contest to a Dolly Parton song

He snaps his fingers as he finally comes to his realization, approaching you with a sinister smile

“I’ve got it! You should perform it with me.”

“Are you serious? No! No no no.”

“Come on, don’t be so closed-minded.” Gojou grabs your hand and yanks you up onto the couch with him. “Give it a shot.”

After much protesting on your part and much silly encouragement on his, you try it out to pacify him, and end up being quite the dynamic duo

As he wished, you perform the comedic act at the karaoke contest, and satisfy Gojou by maintaining his undefeated record

“You know that you owe me big time now, right?” you ask as he admires the cheap trophy he’s just been handed.

He grins, draping his long arm over your shoulders. “Anything you want, you’ve got it.”

Bakugou

Bakugou discovers the song after Kirishima and Denki put it on his playlist as a joke

Denki had the bright idea to give Bakugou the nickname “dumb blonde” and figured that the prank would be the start of it all

Needless to say, it didn’t go over very well

There was yelling

And a few punches thrown

You eventually have to pull him away, imploring him to calm down

“I’m not going to calm down until that piece of shit is off my playlist.”

You promptly take his phone and hold it in front of him, removing the offending song

“See? Gone. Now please chill out.”

Flash-forward to a week or so later

You happen to walk into the gym for a late night run on the treadmill while he’s there doing weights

Since he was alone before you entered, his music is hooked up to the central sound system, blaring some heavy metal song as he softly hums along in time with his breaths

You don’t think anything of it, giving him a small wave and going to put your own earbuds in

Until the barely-perceptible lyrics seem a little familiar

You pause to listen for a moment, and shoot him a look of shock when you realize that he is, in fact, listening to a heavy metal cover of Dumb Blonde.

“Is this-”

“Shut up,” he snaps, avoiding eye contact and continuing to pump the machine with frightening intensity.

“How did you even find a cover like this?”

“Shut. Up.”

“I’m just so-”

“It just helps me work out, okay?” He lets the weight drop with a sharp clang. “Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this.”

You raise your hands in surrender. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good. Now get on with your workout and let me finish mine.”

He focuses his fiery gaze on the faraway wall, but strangely doesn’t bother to change or turn off the song

And you can’t resist pulling your phone out, pretending to take a selfie while you’re actually, in fact, filming him behind you

“I can see you, stupid,” he snaps. “I’m serious. I’ll fucking kill you.”

You jump in fear, the phone falling from your hands.

“I wasn’t!” You fib. “Besides, it’s away now.”

But little did he know, you had already captured everything you needed to see, and the footage was already on its way to Kirishima and Denki

You know that you’re beyond dead once he finds out what you had done, but the amusement of it all is beyond worth it

Besides, maybe now he’d think twice before the next time he makes fun of someone.

[jean-kayak]

Listen, men are heathens when we put on lipgloss. They pay no attention but the minute you put a coat on your lips, they just feel the need to kiss you and ruin it for no damn reason. Y/N just put on a new coat out of boredom and suddenly her man has a sixth sense and just appears out of nowhere wanting to kiss her and sis is like “Aht! Aht! Back up! 😡” Try as she might with dodging and running away, these bois catch her anyways (They end up kissing her and she can’t stay mad at him. The ghetto smh)

Can I request head cannons of Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo just ruining their black gf’s lipgloss when they notice she has some on?

A/N: Anon, I loved this request omg it’s so cute! 

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Tendou Satori, Miya Atsumu, Kuroo Tetsurou

Warnings: none

🦉Probably walks in the room in the middle of you putting on a coat

🦉You were in the bathroom, getting ready to go out somewhere, and you were trying to be discreet about it

🦉But you must've been taking too long for your boyfriend's liking bc you can hear him walking down the hallway

🦉You freeze when you hear him call your name, hiding your lip gloss on the opposite side of you, so he can't see as you turn your head away

🦉"Babe? You ready?" he asks, and you nod your head, keeping your gaze focused on the countertop

🦉"Are you okay?" He steps further into the bathroom, and you quickly nod your head as you wave him off

🦉"Yep, I'm okay. We can go," you rush out quickly, but he doesn't buy it, and you lower your head to the floor when he steps in front of you

🦉Your attempt at hiding your lips soon fails when he lifts your head softly, his eyes brightening when they land on the glossy pout on your face

🦉"Were you hiding your lips from me?" he asks playfully, and your shoulders slump as your pour deepens

🦉"Yes! Because you're just gonna take it all off"

🦉"You can always put on more." You huff at his response, but you let him pull you in nonetheless, kissing you breathless and until all of the gloss is off your lips and on his

🦉You give him a deadpanned look as he hums in satisfaction. "Strawberries?"

🦉You roll your eyes playfully as he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom

🌹Definitely is the one to kiss you as soon as you finish putting it on

🌹Doesn't matter where you are, he'll wait for you to finish before swooping in with some excuse

🌹And it doesn't matter how many times you've tried to hide it, it seems like he always knows

🌹He's somehow always coming around the corner or into the room whenever you're applying it

🌹Buys you all different flavors so when you put it on, he'll kiss you right after and then rate it 🙄

🌹"Eh, could be better. I'd prefer it if you applied the other one."

🌹If he kisses all of it off, he'll stand right next to you, waiting to kiss off the next layer you put on

🌹You try and stand your ground, trying to keep him away, but he continues to protest

🌹"C'mon, your lips look so kissable. I would be crazy not to kiss you."

🌹"So, my lips without lip gloss aren't kissable?"

🌹"Of course they are," he responds before pulling you into him, kissing off another layer you've put on

🌹He'll try to convince to see his point of view by having you put some on him

🌹"This doesn't make you want to kiss me more?"

🌹"No, it doesn't."

🏐You feel him staring at you from across the living room as you rub your lips together

🏐"Can I help you?"

🏐"Whatcha got on yer lips there?"

🏐You just roll your eyes in response

🏐This man will literally chase you around the house until he catches you just to kiss you

🏐"Could you at least let it sit for a moment?" you whine when he catches you

🏐He tilts his head as he looks up at the ceiling. "Moment's over," he says before leaning down, making sure that every inch of your lips is no longer covered in gloss

🏐He will argue that the lip gloss gets more contact with your lips than he does

🏐"That thing's touched yer lips like five times today. I've only touched 'em once."

🏐"No, Atsumu. It's been four times because I've had to keep reapplying," you counter

🏐He'll drop hints or continue to stare at you until you've given in. You'll feel his eyes watching your every move, and then he'll come rushing over once you sigh heavily before puckering your lips

🏐He'll say stupid, corny shit like "Oh, wow, I don't think my beautiful girlfriend has kissed me today," out loud in the quiet of the house as you roll your eyes at him

🏐"Ya know ten kisses a day keeps the doctor away"

🏐"Atsumu, that's not the saying"

🧪You were getting ready for one of Kuroo's work parties, your curls in a loose bun on top of your head, some strands falling out and framing your face

🧪You finished your makeup, and the last thing you needed to do was apply lipgloss, and you put on chapstick first to help it last a little longer

🧪"Hurry up, kitten, we're gonna be late," he chastises as soon as you finish applying it, using your finger to wipe off the excess around your lips

🧪"Okay, I'm ready," you state, turning from the mirror to find him staring at you. "What? What's wrong?"

🧪He shakes his head as he snakes an arm around your waist. "Nothing. Is that gloss new?"

🧪You roll your eyes as you try to push away from him, but you don't budge. "Just a taste?"

🧪"You just said we were gonna be late," you argue, and he brings his other arm to your waist

🧪"Just a peck. I promise."

🧪Of course, a peck nearly turns into a full-blown make-out session, Kuroo satisfied when he sees the gloss smeared everywhere and no longer on your lips

🧪"Tetsu," you whine before turning to the mirror and reapplying it

🧪He ends up kissing you when you get to the front door and when you get out of the car once you arrive at his building

🧪"Stop it," you chide, slapping him lightly on the chest before wiping away the evidence from his lips, and he only smirks when you apply it again

🧪He actually has the audacity to pout when you decide to put on the chapstick instead, not wanting to waste any more of the lip gloss

🧪You for whatever reason believe him when he says he's done for the night, but not even two seconds after you've applied it, he's kissing it off of you again

🧪"Really, Kuroo?"

🧪"I like this one, you should keep getting it."