#there’s pretty girls on every corner they’re watching as he’s walking home

[wewontbesleeping]

stay beautiful and gold rush are the same songs fourteen years apart. both about a near-miss with just the idea of something. but stay beautiful is optimistic and youthful and gold rush is by someone old enough to know better.

[tonycries]

Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.

Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.0k

A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.

“You’ve never what?”  

“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.

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Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you. 

He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.

It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.  

Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.

The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.

Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any. 

“Um, welcome to-”

“Your hair’s funny.”

Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?

Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”

And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears. 

After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day. 

But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.

Oh. 

Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.

He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-

“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”

Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.

“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”

“Bye, crybaby.”

And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-

“Big bro, why are you so red?”

Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting. 

Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.

“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”

“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter. 

Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?” 

No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question. 

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-

“Man, are you even listening?” 

Shit. 

Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.

Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!” 

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”

God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane. 

Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.

“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?

“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”

Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”

“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is. 

Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”

You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. 

Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-

Click! 

“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”

You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”

His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”

“Dad, I’m running away.”

That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact. 

It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad. 

Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-

“You alright, Cho?”

Ah. 

Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.” 

“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart. 

“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”

“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”

“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.

“Cho.”

“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful. 

And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.

“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”

“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”

“I don’t know either of you two.”

It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod. 

He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”

Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”

“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“M’not blind, either. Quite frankly I’m insulted.”

And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”

Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”

Raising a brow, “What?”

“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”

“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years. 

“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”

Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way. 

“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’. 

Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”

“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”

“Wanna bet, brat?”

“...”

Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet. 

Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him. 

Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night. 

“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.

Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.

“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”

Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him. 

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.

You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”

He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.

“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-

“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you. 

You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy. 

“Choso.”

Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted. 

Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”

And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”

And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-

“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”

And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole. 

“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-

“Use me.”

Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”

“Use me.”

There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch. 

And, well, how could you say no to that?

Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth. 

And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now. 

So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.

You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”

And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high. 

“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”

The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”

“No.”

You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”

Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway. 

“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”

“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss. 

Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor. 

And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this?  He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls. 

You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”

“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”

Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him. 

“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”

You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him. 

He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass. 

“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”

“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good. 

“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”

A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”

You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”

“Mhm?”

“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”

Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now. 

“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.

“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours. 

“Cum f’me, my girl.”

My girl. 

And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.

Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base. 

“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below. 

“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now. 

“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”

And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years. 

Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with. 

It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken. 

“Crybaby.”

“Cho.”

“Corny.”

“You started it.”

Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go. 

“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”

“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”

---

Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More

Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX

-Jin.

Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still 

Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX

-Jin.

Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else? 

Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk

Kugisaki: *spare

And you just LET him?

Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER 

…

AND DID IT ANYWAY

Kugisaki: L

Fushiguro: L

Gramps: L

Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????

*Fushiguro has left the chat*

Dad: :0

-Jin.

A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.

[xmanicmushroomx]

nsfw alphabet || katsuki bakugou

tags: aged up katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, nsfw alphabet

cw: HEAVY nsfw [obvi], mention of bodily fluids, slight bdsm themes??, sexual positions and scenarios

a/n: holy shit you guys???? 1k notes on my “your birthday party” bakugou scenario??? i’m so blown away. you’re all so amazing and i hope you know how deeply appreciated you are.🥹 to celebrate, here’s an nsfw alphabet for our favorite boom boy.

a is for aftercare (what they're like after sex)

katsuki is so incredibly attentive after sex. he’ll bring you a glass of water and a warm wash cloth, clean you up, and then he’ll pull you into his arms so the two of you can go to sleep.

b is for body part (their favorite body part on their partner)

he’s an ass man, through and through. he’s always touching your ass: slapping or pinching it as you walk past, hand in your back pocket when you’re out in public, sneaking his fingers up your dress while you two stand in the corner of a crowded elevator. he can’t get enough of watching your cheeks get red from his blatant teasing.

c is for cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if he’s not cumming inside you, he’s cumming on you. he loves making a mess of you. he treats it like marking his territory, covering your face with it and taking pictures of you like that. [he doesn’t share them with anyone, obviously, he just pulls them out and shows them to you anytime you think you can outdo his attitude. “you keep talking to me like that and you’re gonna end up on your knees looking like this again, pretty girl. shut your mouth.”]

d is for dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

no one knows how you and bakugou really met. your story is always “oh, we reunited at a conference a couple years back and just clicked!” but that is complete, utter bullshit. you’ve been friends with benefits since just after your graduation from ua. the two of you caught feelings, HARD, and decided you needed more.

e is for experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

does he know what he’s doing? he genuinely might tie you to the bed if you ask him that question face to face. even if he’s not experienced, he’s a quick learner. the second he finds that spot that has your eyes rolling back, he’s absolutely abusing it until you’re a stuttering, drooling, mindless mess underneath him.

f is for favorite position (this goes without saying)

bakugou can’t stand to not look at your face while he’s fucking you. he wants to see every expression and gauge every little reaction you have to him. he hikes your knees over his shoulders and practically folds you in half, nose to nose, hands in your hair to pull your face closer to his, “eyes on me, babygirl,” “if you close your eyes again i’m stopping”.

g is for goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bedroom bakugou is always. all. business. he’s not messing around. he has one goal — make you cum as many times as possible, and then take care of himself with your body.

h is for hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s thick and just slightly darker than his hair. he keeps it trimmed and neat for you, but if you didn’t ask for it, he would rather let it do what it does without a care in the world.

i is for intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he always reassures you before. [“you know i love you, right, mamas?”] but during… oh boy. [“‘cause i’m about to fuck you like i hate you.”]

j is for jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to, when you two would have to go weeks between seeing each other. but now that you sleep in the same bed every night, he doesn’t have to.

k is for kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s dominant, no questions asked. and he loves brats. it riles him up when you go to an event together and catch an attitude with him. he’ll fuck it out of you the second you get back home. if your attitude is really bad, he’s dragging you to a secluded guest room to put you on your knees.

l is for location (favorite places to do the do)

any- and everywhere. he’s sliding a hand up your skirt under tables, sitting you on his lap whenever possible, pulling you into a closet or kitchen to pin you against the wall or push you down on your knees.

m is for motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your attitude is his biggest turn on. when you start mouthing off to him, he knows what you really want to say is, “please fuck me on the nearest possible surface before i lose my mind.”

n is for no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

drunk-you and asleep-you are both completely off limits [unless you are into that and specifically ask him to do it]. if either of you show even slight discomfort at anything new, he stops immediately. he’s not one to be outright opposed to most things you suggest.

o is for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, he’s a giver and a taker. he’ll lick your cunt until his jaw is numb just to hear those pretty noises falling from your lips. he’s patient when you’re offering, tangling his fingers in your hair and letting you set the pace. but when he’s punishing you.. i hate to tell you, girlie, but your throat is a goner :)

p is for pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this honestly goes both ways, depending on what he wants out of it at the moment. sometimes, he just wants to worship your body — everything is slow and sweet, whispering in your ear how much he loves you, “you’re fucking divine, baby”, tending to your every request. other times, however — like when he’s had a particularly bad day — he is absolutely fucking you through the mattress and growling low, empty threats in your ear. “shut up and take it, mamas,” “gonna tie you to this bed if you don’t stay fucking still”, “need’a cum inside this pussy before i start blowing shit up”

q is for quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them. he’ll take you at every opportunity. [see location!]

r is for risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ohhh yes. he’ll have the most random idea for a position, kink, or anything else sex-related. he’ll ask you about it beforehand, of course, because he’s not just gonna spring the shit on you in the middle of it. if you’re interested in giving it a go, he’s absolutely trying it.

s is for stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man could go all day. he’s spent YEARS perfecting his body, increasing his stamina, training his entire system to be as active as possible for as long as possible, to be a hero. and he’s absolutely no different in the bedroom.

t is for toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’ll use them on you — but just to tease you, because the only things you’re cumming on when he’s around are his fingers or his cock. his favorite toy is the vibrator that connects to his phone. he’ll sit you on the bed and kneel between your legs when you’re both getting ready for an event, lapping at your clit while he slides it inside you. [“be a good girl tonight, or else i’m maxing this thing out while you’re talking to someone until you behave.”]

u is for unfair (how much they like to tease)

bakugou will tease you until you’re crying out of desperation. he’ll relentlessly brush his fingertips against your sweet spot, over and over, until you’ve cum so many times and you’re so sensitive it hurts. it satisfies him to no end, smirking like an absolute devil, while you sit there with tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you already.

v is for volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

bakugou doesn’t do loud. he’s yelling at everyone all the time, so sex is the one instance where he’s always calm and collected. what he does do, however, is whisper or growl in your ear about everything. [“you’re so wet for me, mamas.” “always such a good girl.” “you can do it, baby, gimme one more.”]

w is for when (is there a specific time of day they like to do it most?)

bakugou is always doing something sexual. he teases you all day, if he doesn’t already have you underneath him in bed all day.

x is for x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he puts the word muscular to shame. he’s a pro hero, #2 at that, so of course he’s fit as a fiddle. he trains daily. broad shoulders, narrow hips, long arms and legs. he’s extremely proud of his own dick — ten and a half inches long and just thick enough that it stretches you out enough to feel like the first time — every. single. time.

y is for yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

this man could fuck you before every meal and he’d still want more. making you come undone is his own private serenity, and sometimes he genuinely thinks it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

z is for zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after taking care of you and making sure you feel okay, he wraps you in his arms and pulls your head against his chest. he’s out like a light [and you usually are, too.]

[turcott3]

then he kissed me

nick moldenhauer x fem! reader

warnings?: light alcohol, cursing, fluff!!!!!

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you drag your feet through the kitchen aiming for your daily bowl of cereal, rubbing the sleep from your eyes

“what the fuck?” you question, walking out of your room for the first time today, seeing dylan, your roommates boyfriend, and all of the boys in your living room, scaring the living daylights out of you.

“don’t worry, we will be making you dinner since we’re staying here for a few days.” dylan replies quickly.

“you’re what?” you reply still in a sleepy state.

“oh did she not tell you?”

“tell me what?”

“our air conditioning broke and she offered to let us stay for a few days until it’s fixed.” nick butts in.

“oh, okay.” you reply, grabbing the box from your pantry, continuing your morning routine, this time with 5 pairs of eyes watching you.

“i feel like a zoo animal. quit staring.” you say giggling to them, as you take the bowl over to the couch.

you weren’t sure how many days they were going to be there but you sure enjoyed the idea of a group of good looking guys making you dinner every night.

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“so what do you guys want us to make?” nick asks, standing in the kitchen with the boys, asking you and your roommates what you’d want for dinner.

“i could use a good steak? what about you guys?” you ask the other two and they nod.

“maybe like steak and mac and cheese?” one of your roommates replied.

“i feel like that’s doable.” dylan replies grabbing his keys.

“don’t forget we’re going out tonight guys.” your roommate yells from the bathroom and you sigh, walking into the kitchen.

“we’ll be back.” dylan says, convincing mark and ethan to tag along.

“they’re going out?” nick whispers to you

“yeah they go out every weekend. but i don’t drink or anything so i never go.” you reply, a disappointed look spreading across your face.

“i don’t drink either, i can just hang back with you if that’s okay?”

“yeah that’d be perfect.” you blush.

after a while the boys came home and put the food in the fridge, your roommates distracting them with liquor since it was now past 6 pm.

“well there goes dinner.” you sigh sitting next to nick on the couch as the girls finished getting ready for their weekly outing.

“hey its okay, we can cook once they leave. we know they’ll be out forever.” he replies.

“you’re right. i’m a terrible cook though.”

“it’s okay, i can teach you. we have plenty of time. and i promise it’s not that hard.” he giggles, a blush spreading on your cheeks.

“deal.”

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“you think it’s seasoned enough?” you ask the boy who’s standing just across the island.

“yeah, i heated the skillet you can just plop it on there.” he says and you do so, carrying the steak over to the skillet and dropping it on there.

“now what?” you ask as he rounds the corner.

“we just wait.”

“wait until when?” you say hopping up onto the counter.

“until it’s cooked how you like it.” you say stepping toward you, arms on either side of your legs.

“what’s the one where it’s like a little bit pink in the middle?” you reply, trying to keep your eyes from gawking at the boy who’s less than a foot away from you.

“medium well i think is what you’re wanting.” he giggles, stepping away from you and checking the underside of the steak.

“i need to show you something.” he says holding his hand out for you to get off the counter. he steps to the side, you taking his original place.

“take the tongs and check the bottom.”

“it looks pretty brown.”

“alright now flip it.” he says and you pick it up, flipping it quickly.

“there you go, and now we wait again and we’ll cut her open to see how it looks.” he responds. you sat and chatted for a while before you decide you’re ready to check. nick grabs the knife from the block, stepping behind you, arms running around your body making you nervous. carefully, he cuts the steak open a little bit.

“how does that look?” he asks in your ear, chin lightly nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“it looks good, i think it’s finished.” you reply and he turns off the stove. the two of you split the large steak, enjoying each others company on the couch. talking and laughing for hours on end.

-

once the group finally came home after hours of being out, you’d finally asked him to come to your bathroom as you wanted to get ready for bed, not wanting to leave his side. you’d grown so close over the few hours you spent together. he now went from the boy you knew least to the boy you knew most. as well as the boy you were now most fond of.

you turn on spotify on your tv, listening to your daily jams. it was nice to finally hear the music you wanted to listen to versus your roommates getting ready to go out music.

“you got an extra one of those?” he asks pointing to the big bow headband you used to move your hair out of your face.

“i sure do.” you smile, opening your linen closet door and handing him your extra one. he puts it on, adjusting the bow to be in the middle and turns to you.

“how do i look?” he asks.

“gorgeous.” you giggle as the smile on his face grows wider. you pass him your face wash, enjoying the fact that he was wanting to enjoy your nightly routine with you.

“i got water all over my shirt.” he says sitting up, face dripping.

“do you want my to grab you another?”

“nah nah, i’ll just take it off.” he says and immediately does so, having to hold your jaw shut at the looks of his body. once you’ve completed your routine, you take off your headband, asking for his.

“damn i gotta give it back so soon?” he frowns.

“it’ll be yours for your stay alright?” you giggle and he nods in agreement.

he exits your bathroom before you as you finished putting away your products and organizing your closet so it looked a little neater for the boy you now had an even deeper crush on. you couldn’t believe how sweet he was. you always thought boys that looked like him would be shallow and inconsiderate. you walked out of your bathroom to him dancing on his phone. you silently plopped down on your bed giggling at him.

“oh what- sorry.” he blushes stopping quickly.

“no it was cute. i wish i knew how to dance. i’m so bad.” you reply.

“i know a thing or two, do you want me to teach you?” he asks.

“yes.” you reply shyly.

“stand up.” he requests, locking the door so he knew you wouldn’t get interrupted by any drunk dumbasses.

“put your hands on my shoulders,” he says grabbing your wrists, “like this.”

“okay.” you say, adjusting your grip on his shoulders.

“and i’m gonna put mine on your waist.” he says putting them a little high up.

“nick you can go lower, you’re almost touching my ribcage.”

“i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“no it’s okay, that’s very sweet of you though.”

“of course, now just sway to the music, i’ll guide you.”

“this feels really easy.”

“well yeah we’re just swaying right now.” he giggles.

“oh, yeah.” you reply.

“sucks that you guys’ air conditioning broke.” you say.

“yeah but i can’t be too mad.”

“why?”

“because if it wasn’t broken i wouldn’t be here right now.”

“i guess you’re right” you giggle. you stood in silence with gaze locked just enchanted by his deep blue eyes.

“now i’m gonna pull you in,” he says pulling you closer.

“now let go and turn sideways.” he says and you step back, keeping one hand in his.

“now spin back in.” he says and you do so. naturally dipping on one leg backwards, his grasp on you very strong and holding you up effortlessly. he helps you up quickly and you smile before he pulls you in again, this time for a sweet kiss. at first you were caught off guard but you quickly melted into the rhythm. his hands finding their way to your cheeks, yours on the back of his biceps, the kiss growing in passion by the second. by the time he pulled away you frowned. you didn’t want him to pull away.

“see not so bad? you’re a natural.” he says grabbing onto your hands, interlocking your fingers with his.

“well i had a good teacher.” you giggle.

“i hope it was okay that i kissed you. it felt like the right moment. i’ve been waiting all night if im honest.”

“it was more than okay, it was perfect. i’ve had googly eyes for you all night.” you giggle.

“good.” he smiles sweetly pulling you in for a hug, his chin resting on top of your head.

“will you sleep in here with me tonight?” you ask hesitantly.

“yeah.” he replies quickly, his embrace growing tighter for a moment before letting go.

“so i guess that headband can be yours for the long term…. maybe.” you say, nervousness lining your tone.

“i’d be so honored.” he giggles, tackling you onto your bed in a hug.

“i’m really happy you’re here nick.” you say as the both of you lay on your stomachs leaned up on your elbows.

“me too y/n.” he says as you lean in to peck his lips once again.

“oh i’m gonna sleep so good tonight.” he says tucking himself under the covers with you.

“oh definitely, especially with working ac.”

“well i was mostly referring to getting to fall asleep knowing im waking up next to you, but that’s nice too.”

“stop.” you smack his arm as you blush intensely.

“no i’m serious y/n. you’re so beautiful.” you replied as you get cozy as well.

“can we cuddle?” you ask in response and he laughs.

“yes we can, come here you gorgeous teddy bear.” he says, pulling you by your waist to his warm bare chest.

“sleep well.” you mumble in his chest, leaving him a sweet kiss on the collar bone.

“goodnight.” he replies, kissing the top of your head.

[pt2change]

new beginnings — jeon jungkook

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pairing: biker!jungkook x bartender!yn

genre: typical ‘let’s kiss at midnight on new years’ au, except they’re complete strangers, fluff, i think that pretty much sums it up

word count: 1,381

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the weekends were always a hard shift

everyone would go out and get extremely wasted

and yeah, your job didn’t make it easy to tolerate with drunk assholes, but you didn’t mind, in fact, you sometimes found it funny

you opened the door to the bar you worked at and walked straight in, going to the small space in the back where staff would go before opening

you quickly walked over to the small locker you were assigned to when you first started

you took your jacket off and began to put all your belongings inside, grabbing your name tag and clipping it onto your shirt

it always surprised you how many people would show up to a bar on new year’s eve, making it the busiest day of the year aside from christmas.

it’s typically couples that come in to have a drink and share a kiss at midnight or multiple groups of friends would come in to party

“you’re spending new years the same way i am?” your middle aged co-worker, sarah, asked you

“oh yeah, sitting around and watching movies.” you chuckled, putting on the apron that started at your hips and ends at mid thigh

you used to hate wearing it, but all the staff members do, so you don’t mind it that much anymore

sarah laughed, she walked out from the back, and began playing music from the jukebox that sat in the bar.

you sighed as the music began to play throughout the small building

it did help calm you down and prepare you for the long night ahead

you walked to the front doors of the bar and unlocked the doors, you also grabbed a blackboard sign with prices and details about drinks, and placed it outside

you looked up to see the christmas lights that hung around the building, and all other light from different buildings too

you smiled to yourself as you watch the snow fall from the sky, settling softly into the ground

this was your favorite time of year

you walked back into the bar, looking at sarah, who was wearing glittery glasses that read ‘happy new year’

“i’m not wearing that.” you shook your head and chuckled, making your way behind the bar

sarah smiled at you, “i know. so i got you this instead-“ and pulled out a simple black and gold headband that read ‘2024’ and places it on your head

you nodded your head, walked over to the jukebox and turned up the volume

you started getting to work as the bar slowly began filling up with people

it was almost completely full, and you and sarah rushed around, getting drinks to everyone that asked for one, it was just you two working the bar, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

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"god, it's freezing…" a man said as he rubbed his two hands together, blowing into them for heat, his feet trailing through the snow

every single bar he passed, the music was blasting out of them and they all seemed full and warm

he walked by and spotted one in the corner of the street, it looked inviting

i mean, he didn't even care if he was by himself, he just needed a drink

he walked into the bar, mazing through the groups of people

he sat down on a stool at the bar, looking at the two girls working behind it, this was definitely one of the busiest bars in the city

"what can i get for you?" sarah smiled, leaning over the bar and smiling to him.

"a shot of whiskey.." he smiled to her politely, handing her the money

"coming right up." sarah smiled, taking the money and putting it in her apron for the time being

"there you go…" she said placing the glass down, "have a nice night." she smiled, moving over to attend to another customer

jungkook was rarely in bars because he enjoyed the comfort of drinking inside his home

but he felt he needed some cheering up, and that’s why he ended up stopping at the small bar on his way back home

he was spending another new years alone. sure, he’s had his fair share of relationships, but he just couldn’t stay committed.

this time of year was filled with couples kissing left and right, which only made him realize how lonely he was.

“is something wrong with your drink?” you asked him, wanting to make sure all your customers were satisfied.

jungkook looked up, and paused when he looked at the person in front of him

your eyes innocently staring back at his, your cute smile was doing something to him

you were perfect.

“n-no it’s fine” jungkook smiled at you.

“are you sure? i can get you something else if you’d like.” you looked at him, gesturing to the variety of drinks behind you.

“if you insist,” he chuckles, “can i just get a glass of beer?” he smiled at you.

“yes sir” you smiled at him, grabbing a new glass to pour the beer in. after pouring it, you walked over to him and placed it neatly in front of him

you leave the glass of whiskey too, in case he decides to drink it after all

“thank you.”

“so are you here alone?” you leaned over the bar just a little bit

“yeah..” jungkook nodded, grabbing the glass in his hands.

“okay so let me guess,” you started, “you’re children are driving you insane, so you told your wife you needed to buy something last minute, but in reality you just came here? or new years makes you feel a bit lonely and you came here to see if it would cheer you up?”

jungkook chuckled, “the second one sounds about right.”

“i thought so.. i guess that makes two of us” you said, letting a small laugh escape from you. “enjoy your beer.” you smiled at him before walking away, and began taking orders from other customers

he watched as you walked away, he’d never seen someone more beautiful

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a few hours had passed, and there was 5 minutes left until it was officially new year’s day

you had been exchanging smiles with the same man at the bar, switching from his beer (and whiskey that he did in fact drink) to something non alcoholic, getting smirks from him

you weren’t usually this comfortable with men that came to the bar, or ones that looked at you and tried to make conversation

maybe it was because he was almost completely sober and wasn’t trying to get into your pants

or maybe he was…

either way, you didn’t mind him staring at you.

you and sarah finally took a break from serving drinks and got yourselves one, as everyone started to countdown from the last minute until new year’s day

you walked over towards jungkook and leaned over the bar.

"you know, in a few seconds, most of the people in this room are going to be kissing and hugging…" you smiled to him

“oh? are they?” he raised his eyebrows

”yeah,” you nodded, “and just so we don’t look so lonely…” you smiled as you watched the clock strike midnight.

jungkook watched as you placed your lips against his, and he kissed back softly just enough so you both could enjoy it

jungkook was surprised you had just come up and kissed him, but he wasn’t complaining

you pulled away from him, “happy new years.” you smiled

and you slowly walked away, going back to serving other customers

jungkook’s eyes didn't leave you for the rest of the night

until, at 2am, he finally decided he should go home

you had turned around to face him again and realized that he had already left the bar, leaving his empty glass with a piece of paper stuck to the bottom of it

you walked over and picked it up, taking the paper which had a phone number and name, jungkook, on it

you smiled to yourself and put the paper in your jean pocket, walking over to the dish washer and placing the empty glass in it.

"oh, someone looks happy" sarah nudged you, pulling the lever down and pouring a glass of beer

"well… it is new years" you smiled

[ktsumu]

RESOLUTIONS (this year is different) tw: alcohol consumption

This year, you wait for January in an apartment that is packed full.

You’re familiar with everyone, for the most part, all people who have played with Ushijima over the years, all people you’ve watched in one jersey or another. Everyone is laughing, happy — even Wakatoshi himself who, normally quite reserved, laughs with one of his teammates, a glass half-full in hand.

This year is different, you tell yourself. 

You know that, whenever you're all drunk enough to call it a night, you’ll call a cab and go home, probably kiss on the way there. He’ll lean on the bathroom counter and giggle while you smear your makeup away with a wipe, then take it from you and do it himself. He’ll be so much worse at it, but he’ll be gentle, and you’ll let him.

This year, you’re going to let yourself be loved. You’re excited to let him.

You watch Wakatoshi from your place on the couch, a small smile on your face. Happy looks good on him; he’s handsome when he’s free. His smile gives him lines around his mouth, his eyes crinkle. His laugh is saccharine. 

He doesn’t notice you’re watching, either, it’s not often he does. It’s not hard to be subtle — your eyes typically find him, anyway, golden boy wherever he goes.

This year, I’m going to let myself be loved.

You met him years ago, sort of in a situation like this. You were both in a bar in Tokyo, you think, and he stuck out like a sore thumb; freshly twenty and new to this, surrounded by teammates who made it obvious he’s never been to a bar before.

They also made it obvious he was new to a lot of things, likely why they made it so obvious in how they were jabbing his side with their elbows, nodding to you sat a few seats down. Go talk to her, she’s totally into you, she’s pretty!

(He didn’t even talk when he first sat down — you offered him a shot he probably needed and he took it.)

The rest is history.

It feels weird to think about going home. Home. You live with him, the bills get paid. He has smile lines and stretch marks on his shoulders. He’s going to take your makeup off for you because he’s seen you in every way you come. You have a house and you have a home — your friend said she thinks he might propose this year.

Growing pains are scarier when they’re not in your knees.

You only notice he’s moved when the couch sinks beside you. Wakatoshi sits next to you, a close-lipped smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he rests a hand on your thigh.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and it’s just the two of you.

You look over his face, his flushed cheeks. You smile, too. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Wakatoshi is gentle when he guides you towards him, his hand on your nape, kissing you like you’ve never done it before. He tastes like Tennessee, and like a resolution. 

This year, I’m going to kiss him more.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Whatever dread you carried before, it’s going away now.

“You are?” you tease, pulling back to really look at him. An anonymous hand walks by and ruffles his hair, like he’s scoring his first girl, and carries on. He doesn’t look up. 

“Very.”

“Mm,” you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I guess I’m glad I’m here with you, too.”

“I mean, I would hope so.”

“Hah,” you snort, “I’m excited to go home, too.”

He scoffs, as if he isn’t typically the reserved one; as if he wasn’t the one you had to convince to make a show here. “You want to get out so soon?”

“What, you’re not excited to deal with me at home?” you giggle, craning your head to look up at him. “Not excited to spend, like, a fat hour getting ready for bed?”

He snickers again, taking a sip of his drink. He squints like he drank it too quickly. 

“Like last year?”

“Yup. Except, I don’t know about the last part. I’m gonna pass out the second I hit the mattress, ‘Toshi.”

“That’s okay, I’ll tuck you in.”

Your chest warms, and you both laugh. One of you starts it, but you don’t remember who.

“You’re gonna tuck me in and take my makeup off, huh?”

“Like last year,” he confirms. “And get you water — get us both water,”

“Mm, you’ll need it, big guy.”

“I am fine.”

“Yeah, I know. As long as you can see where my face is, that’s good enough for me.”

“I can find it blind,” he says simply, smoothing your hair back and out of your face. “But yes, I can see it fine.”

You smile all crooked — he tilts his head like he wants to see it upright. 

“We’re gettin' older, huh ‘Toshi?”

“That is how years work, yes.”

“Going home,” you say; your thoughts are all out loud. “Going to bed.”

He smiles — he loves it. “Unless you want to stay out?”

“No, no, I want to. I’m just,” you take a deep breath, “thinking. This’ll be how many years?”

“Not enough,” he says simply. “I wanna do this forever.”

“Hah, well, I have no doubt your body could sustain years of New Years Eve parties—”

“I meant going home,” he interrupts. “Taking off your makeup, getting you water, and kissing you goodnight.”

Your heart swells to the point of being uncomfortable, the lump in your throat impossibly there. His hand hasn’t left your thigh, it hasn’t risen higher, it just sits there. His touch is warm like a swaddle, unmoving. It’s so familiar that you lean into it like you're being carried to bed.

Wakatoshi grins; it’s crooked and you tilt your head to see it upright. “Every year, I think I love you a little more.”

(The dread you had is gone now — why you ever had it, you don’t know for sure.)

This year is different, you tell yourself. This year, you’re gonna grow.

There’s a cheer throughout the room, all this laughter becoming a dull muffle when the room seems to reach the sound capacity the little space has. There’s kazoos, glass clinking, goofy hats falling to the floor — people are singing:

“Happy new year, love,” he murmurs, and he captures your lips again.

This year, I’m gonna grow.

I’m gonna let him love it, and maybe I’ll love it, too. 

[romiantic]

DATING EARTH 42!MILES

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff

→ A/N: earth 42 is prowler miles btw. it’s okay I be getting confused too 🚶🏽‍♀️

— dating this boy would give grumpy x sunshine, or even black cat x golden retriever. though, it does depend on who you are and your personality. I would say miles has a type but doesn’t at the same time, like he isn’t picky with who he date but he definitely has some standards and they’re high

— I would say miles gravitates towards girls who give him a home type of feeling, reminds him of his mother, or even gives him a great sense of nurture. yes rio is in his life but nurture is greatly important to miles so please show him love him as much as you can

— he refuses to believe but miles was the one that fell for you first, like a love at first sight type of thing. his heart achingly tugged at you after seeing the way you carry yourself, how you treat others, and the way you were so kind and open to him. he was lovestruck and didn’t know what to do, his stone cold presence would melt immediately when you waved at him

— at the time of the crush, he kept going to his mom and uncle for advice, especially his mom. they both gave some good advice each time but always reminded him to follow his heart (corny I know but if word okay). following his heart lead to him asking you to homecoming, then a date to a nearby art show, to asking you to be his girl on new years eve, and now he’s calling your phone to remind you how beautiful and precious you are <3333

— his family is y’all biggest fan (mainly rio), when he brings you to his home, his uncle is always joking about a future wedding. rio adores the way you treat her son and always invites you to a girl’s day out when she’s not busy

— a typical day for you and miles would be a walk around the city, watching y’all favorite show, or playing music and just chillin. miles doesn’t mind going out but it’s not often, too much of a homebody. when he is in the mood to go out, it’s not often a party, usually the movies or the boardwalk that he prefers

— miles will join you on a quick trip to the beauty supply store or the corner store, even if it’s for one item. yes, he is paying for it, no questions asked

— if you too are bored enough, you guys will make tiktoks and I mean a lot of tiktoks. most of them are drafts but you do post some of them and they always do numbers. what can I say? the internet loves y’all <3

— y’all know that sound, “and my man? thank you to my man!” ? that’s y’all FR! every time y’all go out and he pays for you, you’re singing that or posting on your tiktok of buying you stuff with that sound cause thank you milesssss <333

— this boy can be quite stubborn, not gonna lie. he’s willing to put up a fight, especially if he’s in a sour mood and he’ll make it five times worse if you call him “sassy”. miles being sassy? oh he’ll show you sassy, don’t be mad when he starts throwing your sayings back at you or sub dissing with songs on his story (pls him and brent faiyaz can move on somewhere)

— miles doesn’t mind you playing with his hair, it’s his favorite pastime with you actually! the soft voices of rnb singers playing through his tv while you play with curls, slowly turning them with your fingers and watching them bounce back to its original state

— he absolutely loves loves loves when you unbraid his hair and give him a nice scalp massage, it put his whole body into a state of release. your fingers rubbing his thick curls with castor oil brings him comfort and loosens up the tenseness that he holds on a daily

— firm believer that miles will treat you like a princess! he believes that his girl is a princess and deserves princess treatment only. he will take you out to eat (and pay for it), spoil you with small gifts, shower you with compliments, the whole nine yards. anything to bring a smile to his pretty girl’s face, he will consistently do it. your contact name on his phone is “hermosa princesa 💞”, please this boy loves his pretty princess

— miles is more of a facetimer/caller than texter. yes texting is more convenient for the both of you but he can’t help when his heartstrings are pulled at the sight of your pretty face on his phone. he won’t admit but miles gets very excited when you call him first, even if it’s to remind him that you love him

— after your hair or nail appointment, he is immediately calling to see the end results. he do not care if it’s a simple set of box braids or french tips, if miles think you look good, you look GOOD. but if you don’t like the way your nails or hair looks, he will speak up to the person who did it and ask them to fix it for you

— his lockscreen is a picture of you on y’all first date, when you took pictures on his phone while he was using the bathroom. that day was so nerve wracking for both of you but ended up being so much fun, leading to a second date, third date, etc

— for shits and giggles, he’ll throw around Spanish words that you won’t know, especially if y’all are arguing. he enjoys the confused look you give when he says something in Spanish, raising his ego up real bad. speaking of, don’t argue with this boy if you can’t match his energy. when I tell you his pettiness is bad, oh it is BAD and he won’t back down either

⭑ wow…writing for earth 42 miles was easier than I thought-

⭑ I truly believe this lil boy is so down for y/n, he might be worse than 1610!miles but can easily hide it

⭑ lemme know if y’all want a part 2 cause I highkey have way more hcs for both miles

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:13-14

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 ���𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 1: The New Recruit

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE AND SA🚨

Hell, 1996

“Angel! Angel Dust! Over here!” Demon Reporters surrounded Angel Dust and Valentino as they made they’re way to the limo. “How does it feel winning another “ Sex-x-xi Award?!” One of the reporters pushed a mic in front of him.

“Pretty fuckin awesome!” Angel smirked. He honestly didn’t even care that HE won specifically, Angel just didn’t want Titfucker to win. Seeing her heated face always made his night.

“Valentino, are you planning anything new for next year?!” A female reporter looks up at a smiling Valentino.

“I always have new stuff coming out,” he smirks. “And I’m always looking for fresh faces, so if you wanna ever make some big money let me know,” he winked at her.

Angel rolled his eyes, he looked at Val then at the reporters and sea of fans. Noticing most of the attention off of him he slowly made his way to the limo, he was tired and really wanted to get away from the yelling and screaming; it was great for a while but it soon became just a bunch of noise. He tried to fake a smile and wave at the screaming crowd trying to reach for him, reaching the door of the limo he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned, seeing a short demon standing on the barricade staring at him, they had navy blue skin and wore a black hoodie, they smiled sweetly waving at him excitedly. Angel smiled back warmly waving back.

“Angel baby, let’s go,” Angel heard Val’s voice.

“I’m coming,” Angel said loudly. He slowly walked up the demon, they were getting more excited the closer he got.

“Hi!” They squealed, bouncing up and down. “I saw your videos, they’re cool!”

“Cool isn’t really the word that a fan would usually use to describe my work. Are you sure you’re watching the right stuff?” He raised an eyebrow at them.

“Okay, I’ve only seen one video, I believe it was called Cumming Home for Christmas?” The demon took off their hood revealing brown curly hair, with small horns coming out of the hair. Angel finally examined the rest of them realizing this was a girl.

“Ugh! That one was so old! What do you live under a rock?” He joked.

“No..a dumpster,” she says.

“Excuse me?” Angel looks at her dumbfounded.

“The one in the alley by the strip club.”

“Right, because there’s not a bunch of strip-“

“Angel!” Val yells cutting Angel off. “Let’s get a move on! Daddy is very lonely!” He smirks, sending a chill down Angel’s spine.

“Uh, have a good night I guess-“ Angel turns to leave but the girl grabs his hand.

“One day I wanna be as famous as you,” she smiles. Angel smiles before getting into the limo, sitting by the window opposite of Valentino, who is sitting next to two female demons.

“Ladies one at a time, no need to compete, we can make this a three way,” Val smiles, red liquid coming from his mouth. He looks over at Angel who’s looking out the window, Val pulls him over on his lap. “Or we can make an orgy,” he gives Angel a devious smile.

Angel sighs, he was so exhausted, Was the last thing he thought before red smoke was blown into his face clouding his vision.

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Hell, Present Day

Hundreds of demons yell and cheer at the stage watching Angel as he dances around, and on the stripper pole in the middle of stage.

“Yeah baby, show daddy every inch of that body” A male demon shouts, watching Angel climb then flip upside down with a seductive grin on his face.

Angel looks around at the crowd faking a smile, he doesn’t know if the smile is very convincing, it was so much easier to fake everything when he was high. He hadn’t done anything since the hotel reopened about a week ago, it was hard; REALLY hard. He felt in control yet at the same time out of control, when he felt out of control he could always count on Husk to bring him back..sometimes. Across the room in the VIP area sat Val, with two male demons on each side of him; his arm draped around them with a cigarette in one hand. He stared at the stage smirking at Angel, Valentino hadn’t really bothered him as much since the incident at the club; however he did make him work way longer, to the point where Angel fell asleep in his dressing room. Apparently it was to “inspire” the other actors to do better, complete and utter bullshit.

Angel finished his dance slowly going into a split, the demons in the crowd screamed and whistled. He walks off the stage grabbing his blazer, Angel was ready to go back to the hotel; or at least his dressing room. He just wanted to be with his fat nuggets.

“Ugh, I need a drink,”he mumbled, walking into the VIP area. He sat next on the couch near two female demons making out.

“Angel baby,” Valentino blew smoke in his direction, “Such a beautiful performance, you always know what to do to get the crowd going.”

Angel sits back on the couch sighing, “Well you know, it’s all for you Val,” he rolled his eyes going through his phone. Cherri had texted him a few times, Husk had texted him once; he wasn’t good with phones or any technology really.

“Oh stop it you flatter me, you’re the artist love; on stage and on camera,” Valentino he pulls Angel next to him. “Speaking of on camera, we miss you had the studio baby,” he puts his arm around him, Angel looks away nervously but Val turns his face to his; “I miss you..” Valentino licks Angel’s neck before biting it.

“Val..”Angel moans, Valentino begins kissing him; Angel can taste his sweet saliva, his mind beginning to become cloudy. Before Angel is consumed he turns his head away from Valentino moving away from him, “No,” He wipes his mouth.

“Excuse me?” Val glares at him.Others in the VIP begin to glance over at them.

“Not tonight,” Angel doesn’t look at him. Val yanks Angel back towards him. Angel looks up at him in fear.

“You would literally be nothing if it weren’t for me,” Val angrily whispers in his ear. “Now I let that cute shit you did at the club go, but if you keep fucking with me; there are other ways I can get your ass to come back to the studio, got it?” He growled.

“Yes,” Angel responded in a low voice.

“Yes, who?” Val pulls him closer.

“Yes, Valentino,” Angel’s voice trembles.

“Good boy,” he smirks, pinching his cheek. Valentino lets him go, turning to the crowd, “Sugar Cube sweetie!” He bites his lip. “Come here baby”. He gestures with his finger.

Angel turned seeing a girl walk into their section, she had navy blue skin with green eyes and curly hair in two low puffs. She wore black shorts, and a crop top with an upside cross around her neck. Angel stared shocked, could this really be the same girl?

“You actually came I’m so surprised, sit down,” Valentino pushes the demon on the opposite side away, this Sugar sat in his place. “Have you met Angel?” He nudges Angel and he turns around.

“I have, I’m a huge fan of what you do,” she smiles at him. “I don’t know if you remember me.”

Holy shit! This was the same person, “Uh.. yeah, I thought you were homeless,” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was, Val really helped me out,” She smiled.

Angel looked horrified.

Holy shit.

“Yeah she started a week ago,” Valentino smirked. “I decided to do some good for the people of hell, kind of like what your little princess is doing with that hotel; except working for me comes with more benefits.”

Holy shit.

[avalanchesumich]

mastermind!au

the breakup

december 6

cameron looked up, slightly annoyed that people decided to sit at the table right next to her. she was the only one in the library at the moment, writing her final paper. it was her last one. after her class, her, val, and tim would be heading home for winter break.

she quickly looked away as she realized who the pair was; raegan williams and andie johnson. the two of them always liked cam’s insta posts only if gabe was in them, and they always commented on gabe’s posts. she brought it up once to gabe, but he assured her she had nothing to worry about. and she believed him, but it still hurt her to see.

cam just took a deep breath and she went back to her paper, ignoring them until they started to speak louder, which was when val dropped by the library.

“hey,” she whispered, considering library etiquette, her eyes widening when cam put a finger over her mouth. “geez, sorry.”

“no,” cam leaned closer to val as she whispered. “it’s the girls always in gabe’s comments. they’re talking about him.”

“hate to break it to you, but gabe has a bunch of girls in his comments. he’s cute and good at hockey.”

cam slouched in her seat and glared at the document in front of her. now, she was jealous and unproductive.

“yeah, i mean, he was telling me he was thinking of breaking up with her,” raegan said in a normal voice, catching cam and val’s attention. “he said he’s basically in with her brothers, so what was the point anymore since he got what he wanted.”

cam set her jaw as she felt the burning sensation behind her eyes. in her mind, she replayed everything cale had tried to burn into her brain before he was yelled at by all the women in his life. she was brought back to her first boyfriend, who only dated her to get in with a stanley cup champion.

he’s just using you. she couldn’t see sense, only that she should have known better.

cam blinked rapidly, refusing to allow herself to cry at the moment. her eyes darted to the time in the bottom right corner of her laptop. swallowing thickly; she closed it.

“i have to get to class,” she mumbled to her friend. “i’ll see you later.”

val watxhed in shock as cam walked away slowly. she stared at the two girls beside her, eyeing the open water bottle. scoffing to herself, she stood up and walked by the girls, accidentally bumping into the water bottle. she watched as the contents poured all over raegan.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry!” val gasped. “i didn’t mean to.”

raegan glared up at her, standing up in shock. “of course not,” she muttered out.

“i’ll get paper towels,” angie said, side eyeing val as she walked to the bathroom.

“sorry again,” val smiled sweetly and walked away, pretending she didn’t hear the ‘bitch’ that followed.

only an hour had passed since the moment in the library, and cam was finally able to catch gabe alone.

“hi, pretty girl,” gabe grinned as she closed the door. “how are you? missed you.”

cam had planned to go about the conversation with a level head, but hearing him say that brought back every negative emotion she felt listening to what raegan had to say.

she felt the stinging sensation again, and this time she didn’t try and force it to stop. she let it happen this time.

“how are you?” she snapped at him. “i don’t know, gabe, how are you?” she watched as his face contorted into confusion. “i trusted you. i told you i was afraid of dating another guy like you. i told you what my brother had to say about us. i told you about my ex. and for what? for you to lie about your intentions to my face? how could you?”

“whoa, whoa,” gabe shook his head. his heart was racing because he had no clue where this was coming from. he jumped from his bed and came to stand in front of her. he tried to take her hands in his own, but accepted it when she took steps away from him. “what are you talking about?”

“you wanting me to get to cale,” cam said flatly. “i overheard her telling her friend everything. even the part where you were gonna break up with me now that you’ve finally got cale’s trust,” she swallowed as she said. “well i’ll do you one last favor. i’m breaking up with you.”

“what?” gabe’s voice cracked. “baby, no,” he shook his head. they both snapped their heads to the door that swung open. will rushing in with ryan in toe, both slightly out of breath.

“i have a flight to catch,” cam said, not leaving any room for gabe to argue, pretending her heart didn’t shatter any more seeing gabe cry in front of her.

it’s his own fault.

[yourkimjaejin]

Ms. Tipper

Sujin worked at a convenience store to save up money. He planned to buy his sister tickets to her favorite kpop group's concert. No one warned him that the tickets would fly in a matter of minutes. 

‘Oh well’  he thought. ‘Better to have money saved up than none at all’

Sujin worked at a store close to an entertainment company he couldn’t remember the name of. Frequently staff members and even idols themselves would stop in and grab some of the many treats lined on the shelves. And for a select few, at Sujin discretion, they got the VIP treatment. 

Whenever Sujin clocked in for his shift, after he sweeped the store and restocked the prepared foods, he would walk the isles and collect snacks. Setting them aside for when the frequent customers stopped in to buy them. Doing this bagged Sujin a TON of tips from newbie managers who ran around perpetually late for everything. They’re quick to throw money at anyone who makes their day just a bit easier. 

But most of those types weren���t memorable. The memorable ones left an impression, good or bad. 

Like her. 

Sujin met her one day during his rare night shift. Sujin is a student and his mom forbids him from working crazy hours while in school. He only did it for two reasons. 1. His mom and dad were out of town. 2. His boss promised to double his pay for the extra hours. 

So there he stood in an empty store. The only sounds coming from the air conditioning unit cooling down the room. Sujin’s boss told him to close up early if it looked like no one would stop in. but Sujin was nice. He stayed open for ten more minutes, giving whatever late night straggler roamed outside time before he decided to call it a night. Just as he grabbed the keys, a shrill chime of the overhead bell made him wince 

Well there goes my early night he thought, walking back to the front. Hoping his face didn’t give away his irritation. The irritation was wiped away at the cute girl that stood in front of the closing door. 

Interestingly, the girl bowed to him apologizing profusely for coming in late. She quickly ran around the lanes seemingly grabbing things at random but that couldn’t be. This girl knew exactly where everything was and while moving fast she never just knocked things over. With Mom-like precision she grabbed everything she needed and made her way to the counter. Sujun rang her up but for his trouble, the strange girl told him to keep the change as a tip. Sujin watched her run out of the store and down the street towards the company building. Huh, maybe she's a newbie, he thought.  The girl was out of sight by the time he looked down and saw two hundred dollars sitting on the glass. 

Her total was $15.38. 

He tried to chase after her but the girl was long gone. Leaving him with a load of extra cash in his pocket. 

As the weeks went on, the same girl came in at the most random moments. Always during his shift somehow. Every time she left a tip three or four times larger than her actual bill. And she wouldn’t take the money back when he offered, she just raced out of the store, sometimes even smirking. 

More weeks passed and the visit from ms.tipper, as he likes to call her, had become sparse. He figured something had happened and hoped the girl was ok. Not because of the money but she was fun. A bright spot on what was normally a pretty boring day. Like today. He had clocked into work making his rounds around the shelfs. Taking down the nearly expired food to refill later. When she finally walked in, he was relieved. As usual, she waltzed around like this corner store was her second home picking up snacks and sodas then making her way to the counter

The girl looked behind him, her eyes caught on the savings plan behind him. “What were you saving up for?” 

Sujin turned to look at his plan, completely filled, “Oh! That was my ticket saving plan. My sister…..she's a huge fan of this kpop group. I was saving up to buy her tickets for a late birthday present. They sold out before I got a chance to grab some.”

“Aww that's so nice! Which group are you aiming for?” Ms. Tipper put her stuff on the counter for Sujin to start scanning. 

“NCT 127.” Ms. Tipper was shocked for a second before composing herself once again. The rest of the visit was quiet. Sujin wondered if he said something to upset her. Regardless, seconds later his visit from Ms.Tipper was over. She was out the door and he had some shelfs to restock. Coming out of the backroom, he noticed Ms.Tipper was still standing outside the store. It looked like she was texting someone so he kept going about his business until the door opened again. Sujin thought it was another customer but he was wrong. 

“Here! Take these.” Ms.Tipper stood on his left holding out tickets for 127’s concert at the Jamsil arena. Sujin’s wide eyes kept flicking back and forth between the tickets and Ms.Tipper's hopeful smile. 

“I had some friends coming to the show on the second day but only one can make it. I texted her and she said I could give the other tickets to you and your sister. She and I both thought your story was super sweet.” While Ms. Tipper stood there with the tickets, Sujin was stunned. Here was this girl who not only tipped him a huge amount of money but now she was just giving away tickets for free. 

“How did you get those?” Was the only question he could think among the many he could have chosen if his brain would start working. 

“Oh!” Ms. Tipper then pulled her mask down revealing a face he recognized. Sujin had asked his sister why there was a girl on the poster of the boy group she wanted to see. That led to a way too long explanation that he barely listened to. But it was hard to forget her face. 

A face that was literally right in front of him. 

“Anybody who's a fan of ours should have a chance to see us in person. I won’t take no for an answer so you're just gonna have to accept these tickets.” Ms.Tip-sorry Moxy practically shoved the tickets into his hand. She was almost at the door when the cashier’s brain finally began working. 

“Wait! Could– would it be wrong to ask you to sign my sister album.” Moxy laughed as Sujin ran to the cash register to loot through his bag. Letting a sound of victory escape him when his finger touched his sister's album.

“You came prepared?”

 “My sister knew the shop was near the SM building. Said to keep it with me just in case.” Moxy made quick work signing the album. Moments later, the rapper ran out the door yelling “Have fun at the show!” As the door closed behind her, he thought of one thing

How was he gonna explain this to his sister?

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“Hurry up Sujin! We have to find our seats!!” Sujin’s sister was bulldozing her way through the slew of green light sticks, dragging him by the wrist.  

“Chill, the show doesn’t start for thirty minutes.”

When Sujin surprised his sister with the tickets yesterday, he was forced to go over every detail of meeting his sister bias several times over. After an intense grilling session, his sister proceeded to drag all over Korea to pick outfits for them both to wear. While he did want to complain about the matching shirts, seeing his sister this happy made him shut his mouth. As Sujin and his sister made their way through the crowd to their seats.  Someone called out 

“Sujin-ah?!” He turned to see his crush, Jian for class 11B, waiting in the same seat that Moxy said her friend would be. Sujin shook his head thinking his crush would disappear. This whole situation felt too much like a dream for him. Jian smiled, waving the siblings over. She immediately began engaging with his little sister, fueling her excitement over the concert ahead. 

Moxy may have single handedly got him a date and won him brother of the year. 

He really had to listen to 127’s music now…..

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[rxgrrrl]

Our old apartment

Every corner is lived in, every shelf filled. The paint on the walls is thick enough to peel, and if you look you’ll find the flakes of paint me and my sister peeled off and hid. By the kitchenette is a doorway, covered in measurements. The tallest is mine, 4’ 1”. The shortest is Lucy’s, because she was a baby here. I was a baby in a different house I don’t remember. There’s a few dates missing, inches Lucy grew in Florida when she moved away with her mom. Daddy was sad when she moved, I made him a painting to cover the hole in the wall he made. She’s back now though, 3’ 3”. Through the doorway is the small table me and my sister eat at, right by the fridge. We stuck a gem on the wall, at midnight it will open a portal to another world. Our green couch has tears in it from jumping while dancing to the Futurama intro. There’s no jumping aloud in this apartment, our downstairs neighbor is mean. I like to touch the tv and feel the static, it’s soft… how can I feel it but not see it? The big bay windows behind the TV let light in that covers every inch of the apartment. Picture books fill the bookshelf next to the couch, a sunscreen bottle covered in dust (daddy always forgets to put it on us… him and I never get burnt but Lucy does, and her mom got mad), and Daddy’s camera. Daddy’s bed is up against the wall behind the couch, blocking a door that leads to another world, like in Coraline. It’s actually a second door to me and Lucy’s bedroom that we don’t use, but who’s to say it’s not blocked off for some other reason? In our room, two mattress frames lay side by side, touching each wall. It used to be a bunk bed that Daddy and his friends made for us, but Lucy’s mom found a crack in it when picking her up once, so now it’s just two frames on the floor. Our small dresser takes up the last bit of space, filled with mismatch socks that can only hope to be reunited with their pair. I’m pretty sure our room is actually a closet, because Dad says we have a studio apartment. Every night, me and Lucy peak out the crack in our door that’s too old to fully close and watch our dad’s cartoons. My favorite character is the one with the red and blue poofball hat. Across from our door is the door to the bathroom, and in between that is the closet that has our picnic blankets, beach toys and my dads old surf boards. He says he can’t surf as much anymore because he’s fat, but he’s not fat at all. He probably just has to stop smoking on the escape stairs out the window. Our bathroom has a big window that’s all warped so you can’t see out of it, and a bottle of bubble bath me and my sister made ourselves. My favorite part of my apartment is the orange hammock daddy hangs up sometimes, and our beta fish named Tang. We used to have two other goldfish that we won in a game at our neighbor Alana’s birthday party, but Daddy put their bowl too close to Tangs and they got scared to death before we came back from our Mom’s houses just two weekends later. Tang was a gift from Andrea, who I think was his girlfriend. She’s a painter, she painted a beautiful woman on one of Daddy’s surf boards. We haven’t seen her in a while though, I don’t think they’re friends anymore. It’s Saturday morning and Daddy is asleep on his bed behind us, as we watch Sesame Street. My stuffed bear Rufus is currently in the time out chair for jumping on the couch, but Bob Schmitt and Lucy’s lovie are in our arms. When Daddy wakes up we’ll walk to the cafe next to Upper Playground and get chocolate croissants. Me and Lucy will play on the fire hydrant, and maybe Alana and her dad Jed will pass by and we’ll play together. We’ll go to Dolores park and listen to the music, meet doggies, ask to try people’s slack lines, and when we hear the ringing bells of ice cream carts, Daddy will give us five dollars to each get a powerpuff girl popsicle. We’ll walk home and stop by the corner store, and I’ll watch the F trollies pass our block, crowded with people as he buys a pack of Marlboro reds and two tootsie pops.

[nancypullen]

It Was a Good Day

Okay, you’ll have to wait for the pics of the park and the chicken soup recipe because I just got home from having a GRAND time at The Foundry, Denton’s center for all things artsy and creative.  Tonight they hosted a fundraiser for Empty Bowls, a group that raises money for food related charities.  Basically, I paid to paint a bowl, they will keep it and fire it in a kiln, then I’ll pick it up at the Caroline County Culinary Arts Center and receive a free pint of soup.  The culinary center also runs Shore Gourmet where anyone can pop in for amazing baked goods, soups, prepared meals that you take and reheat, and more.  We’ve had several meals from Shore Gourmet and they’re always fabulous. So I made my donation, painted my bowl, had good conversation and lots of laughs with a bunch of ladies I don’t know, and came home feeling happy.  Bonus, in a couple of weeks I get my bowl back and some yummy soup.  I’m going to start signing up for more classes at The Foundry and maybe make some friends. It’s such a fun place, and usually people who gather to make art together are good souls.  I mean, the young woman running the event played DEAN MARTIN for background music.  It was like the universe telling me I’d found my spot.  So, hooray for today! In other news, look at these cute stickers I printed.  I’m going to get serious about finding a home for my cards and earrings and whatever else I make.  I can’t just keep making stuff and storing it.  I decided to just own my split personality, I’m thinking I’ll need a matching floral banner if I ever do crafts fairs.

As I was sitting at my desk today admiring those stickers, my eyes fell on this ornament. I made one for my sister and one for myself.  The “Our Hour” is a nod to the roller skating variety show we staged on our carport as kids.  It’s a shame you missed it. Lots of music, jokes, and very slow spins on skates.

  After taking the tree down I hooked it on a drawer knob of my desk.  It makes me smile.  When the grandgirl was here she noticed it and was studying it pretty closely.  I said, “That’s Grancy and Aunt Cathi when we were little girls.”  She responded, deadpan, “I recognized your hair.”   I can’t get a break. She asked me once, “Has your hair always been fluffy?”  Now she’s seen the proof.

Want to hear something exciting?  I’m going to Easton tomorrow to choose the color for the kitchen cabinets!!!

I’m going to disappoint some people by saying that I’m sticking with a cream color.  I mean, look at these!

Right now I’m eyeballing Benjamin Moore’s Winter Wheat, Navajo White, and Gentle Cream.   Originally I’d thought I’d get light granite, but I’m loving these darker counter tops.  I had dark counters in Tennessee and I don’t hate ‘em. I’d love something that looks like soapstone.  At this point I’ll take what I can get, but I’m dreaming and scheming.   And speaking of dreaming and scheming, I’m starting to draw out some garden plans for spring. It’s closer than you think!  I’m devoting my garden spaces to flowers and herbs - that’s it.  I can buy everything from tomatoes to watermelons on every corner here, I’m exiting the tomato growing business.  Basil, dill, thyme, oregano, mint...that’ll be in my garden, for sure.  I’m hoping to plug in mostly perennials around the house - rudbeckia and that sort of thing. It’s Maryland’s state flower - surely it’ll do well.

I’m being paged to watch a new Dateline with the mister, so I’ll wrap this up.  I’ll leave you with a quick shot of the path I walk at Martinak.  Even in the winter, with bare trees, it’s lovely.

Alright, see ya’ tomorrow. I’ll bring the chicken soup.  I’ve got the photos (not great ones) so I’ll get those in order and post the recipe.  I make a pot of this nearly every week and Mickey loves it.  I know that’s a pretty low bar, because he’ll eat anything I put in front of him, but he does request that I make it. I hope that you’re cozy and content on this January evening. I’m already in my flannel jammies and under a blanket, it might even be a popcorn night. Walkin’ on the wild side. Sending out love and hugs. Stay safe, stay well, stay warm.

Nancy

[st4rbwrry]

shortcake. eren yeager.

warnings . . . fem!reader, baker!eren, fluff, cute lil food fight, eren’s a house husband, soft sex, oral <f received>, tiny bits of spanking, black coded, pleasure!dom, domestic eren.

. . . mocha’s note; in honor of me hitting my 8k milestone. *clinks champagne glass*

. . . hey siri, play you by don toliver.

a sweet aroma of sugar and cake hits your nose when you walk into the rustic brick house you and your love owned. deep into an enchanted forest in italy, deciding to move here after your fifth anniversary. you just got back from your morning stroll, yellow sundress flowing with the wind as the woven brown basket in your arm swings lightly. you filled it with fruits from the nearby market. peaches were back in season so you picked a few of them. gathered lemons for lemonade. strawberries because they’re eren’s favorite. and granny smith apples for apple pie.

when you entire the kitchen to place your goodies in the fridge, also to follow the delicious scent, you’re shocked to see your husband shirtless other than an apron and sweats on his body, bowls and bowls filled with various ingredients ranging from flour, eggs, milk, cake mix, and strawberries. he’s whipping a fluffy white mixture in a bowl now as he whistled to himself.

“eren?”

when he turns, you snicker at the spots of flour on his face. one on his nose, and some on his cheek and chin. his pristine white teeth beaming as he sees his pretty girl, waving his wooden spoon at you.

“hiiiiii,” he smiles.

“good morning, honey. i leave for two hours and this is what happens?”

“okay, so boom,” his heavy feet strolls toward you, kissing your forehead before he’s walking around the kitchen island to his macbook. “i was watching all of these aesthetic pastry videos and shit on youtube, and i came across these korean street food clips and one of them were of strawberry shortcake’s i reallyyy wanted to make for you. so, yeah. i apologize for the mess.”

“i’m intrigued,” you giggle, giving him a kiss on the lips before focusing on the video that’s on loop on his laptop. “you’re so sweet. you wanted to do this for me?”

“mostly for you, yes. but some for me because i made myself hungry watching hours of footage.”

“so that’s what took you so long in the bathroom. you were watching while in the shower?” you raise your brow, smoothing your hands over his waistline, your cheek on his back as you hug him, his natural scent making you feel at home.

eren upturns his lips, raising a hand. “guilty.”

“well, how’s the progress so far?”

“uhhh,” he looks around, pouting. “it’s going. i’ve been measuring and prepping for about an hour.”

“do you mind if i help?” you bat your lashes. “i picked fresh strawberries we can use.”

“i meant to say you were out earlier than usual. how was your walk?”

“it was nice. the birds were singing to me this morning so that had me up. they opened this new bread shop around the corner so i got some ciabatta for dinner.”

“sounds fun. i was gonna ask for assistance once you came home. don’t think i can finish it on my own,” he frowns.

“awe, it’s okay. atleast you tried,” you pet his cheek. “can i have my apron? don’t wanna ruin my dress.”

“speaking of,” eren hums, turning you around by your waist after setting his bowl down, spanking your ass. you squeak. “wearing this out without me by your side? the squirrels could’ve saw. then what will we tell my mother?”

“that i’ve moved on and i’m living a better life with the one i’ve fallen for. that he owns an enchanted village of sticks and moss and promised me fresh nuts every morning,” you follow his joke before the two of you laugh.

“my nuts are grown from trees that reside by the waterfalls, so.”

“then maybe i’ll stay. don’t give the king a reason to take me.”

after a few more silly jokes, eren takes the apron off his body and slips it over your head, tying it tight to see your tits bulge up, smacking his bare arm before untying and making it more comfortable. since he made one hell of a mess, you decided to start over from scratch. japanese sponge strawberry shortcake was the actual recipe. didn’t take much to make but perfection is key when it comes to eren. you let him do something easier, like cutting up the strawberries while you made the batter and prepped the pans.

the oven was set, and in went the cake. while that baked, the two of you cleaned up the kitchen, talking about things you wanted to do, memories, work, or dreams you had. eren mentioned an erotic dream he had about his favorite actor which caused playful jealously to arise to a point where you threw a grape at him you retrieved from the fridge to snack on. eren retaliates by throwing an apple at you, thinking it was gentle until it hit your boob and you were whining about the pain. eren gasping and holding his hand to his mouth, coming toward you with frantic ‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry’s’.

you get back at him by tossing a pinch of flour in his face, bopping his nose with your finger before running away with screams as he chased you. you tried to dodge him every time he crossed the counter, screeching when he catches you with one arm by your waist and carry’s you like you’re a fish on a hook, spanking your ass as punishment after sitting on the floor. you slap him away as he attacks your neck with kisses and chuckles, sitting on his lap and slowly making out with him, spluttering from the taste of flour and cleaning his face off with your apron.

by then the cakes are ready, and eren takes them out while you leap onto the counter while swinging your feet, chewing at your nails as you study the muscles on his back and arms. the black sweats he wears hanging lower than earlier, showcasing his deeply cut v-line. that blissful trail of pubic hair sticking out a little. he kept himself well trimmed.

“they have to cool off before we put the icing on it.”

he stands in front of you, studying you as you play with the bowl of whipped cream, scooping some up with your finger before tasting it. “mhmmm. taste this.”

you scoop another and put your finger in his mouth, eren nodding, smacking his lips. “tastes like you.”

you play with it more, being childish almost as you say ‘oops’ every time you put some on your face. a dash on your lips, one on your cheek, and another on your neck. eren shakes his head at you, hands on your flattened thighs. eren’s focused on your face, emerald eyes flickering to the line of cream sitting on your cheek. your body temperature rises the closer he gets, his wide palms caressing your thighs, sliding up further as his thumbs massaged your soft flesh. you’re whimpering when his long tongue slithers out his mouth to collect the cream on your face, hot breath fanning your skin, clit pulsating as you hear a guttural moan from him. he sucks on his bottom lip before pressing his lips to yours, sharing the vanilla delicacy. it’s chaste, unfortunately, eren pulling his lips away. a noise you make has him gnawing at his lips like candy, making them redder.

“what’s that whine for, ‘uh?” he breathes, hands trailing higher underneath your flour coated apron and yellow sundress. it’s hanging loosely on your body, your dress engulfing your curves and hiking off your ass almost. a few chestnut locs drift over his eyes that are giving you that one fucking look that drives you crazy. the one where his eyes are gone, half shut, dark, and glaring down at you like you’re a meal he’s ready to devour. you squirm in place, wanting to be connected to him. it’s silent as long fingers slide underneath and in between your thighs. there’s a sudden raise of a brow on his face along with a condescending gasp.

“baby!” he exclaims, wide eyed. “what’s this? no panties? you walked around like this all morning?”

a whimper you let out makes the man in front of you hum with approval, your body jerking once his thumb catches your clit, sluice in your own mess with his teasing. he clearly appreciates it with the way he kisses your forehead. rubbing circles slowly to relieve the ache that built up, scooting on the counter to make him press harder. he’s being too gentle. eren cups the side of your face in one of his hands, keeping your focus on him. the print in his sweats now poking at your knee, rushing with blood.

“i like when you’re greedy like this, as if i don’t fuck you every day,” his voice is groggy. it’s getting to him now. neck turning red. the earring in his left ear sparkles when the sunlight hits his face from the gleaming bay window, fixing his posture and dragging you near the edge of the counter so he can lock his arms under your thighs. “acting deprived. tenacious. you’re so—tempting.”

then, he’s lowering to his knees, hot mouth encasing the flesh of your thighs with wet kisses and gentle sucks, trailing up to your leaking pussy. your legs can’t help themselves as they buck and raise, your feet sitting on his bare shoulders as your back arches and your nails drag through his scalp.

“clit’s swollen as fuck,” eren releases a guttural moan that has you trembling, his pillow lips sheltering your clit after his tongue lays flat on it, kissing you and savoring your taste.

you’re not exactly sure what it is. if it’s just him, if there’s an aphrodisiac in the air—but you’re outrageously horny. so badly it’s making your clit that’s being ravaged by his tongue extra sensitive. your hands slap flat on the counter top, lifting your hips to hump his face, irises turning white as they scroll back. eren groans into your pussy, opening and closing his mouth quicker, bouncing his head with your every move. slurping and drooling so much that saliva trails down your ass.

“god, baby,” eren grunts. you squeak when eren hastily stands back to his feet, pinning your knees to your breast and making you fold your arms underneath the curve of them to keep them put. he lowers his head to spit sloppily, taking his ring and middle finger to fuck you with, thrusting slow and kissing at your puffy clit salaciously.

sensitive. you’re so goddamn sensitive that eren’s actually surprised that you cum so fast, screaming into your knees that quake as you gush on his fingers and he licks you up real good. doesn’t stop. never questions your release. and it makes matters worse when you release your legs to try and crawl away only to have him ball your apron and dress up in his fist to keep you fomented to his starving mouth. chin doused in your slick, face buried deeper now.

“ere—waitt, baby,” a whine drags from you, pushing at his head to stop him. it’s like he’s deaf; pretends he doesn’t hear you at all. instead, continues to suck on you until you’re sitting in a puddle of mixed waters.

“baby, stop!” your stomach hurts as you squeal and laugh cutely, giving him one more shove before he lets you go with a lewd squelch echoing. he doesn’t even look at you, just enjoying his time, french kissing your thighs yet again. so in love with them. so in love with you.

“swear i’m ‘bout to cum,” he swallows, pulling you to sit back up, your blown pupils watching as he tugs his sweats down to sit under his thick cock that slaps on your leg. he’s drunk off you already, usually getting really quiet when he’s off the edge. adamant and greedy.

it’s all about your pleasure first, that’s all he cares about. but when you get him this fucking pent up? he wants nothing more than for your pussy to make him cum. there’s something so fucking primal to see you in ecstasy. to see you cum, to see your eyes scroll or watch you squirm and claw at his flesh till he’s got red marks all over him. and to be the one causing it? it’s so—sublime. it’s his favorite part being your high.

your feet are planted on the island so you’re squatted in a sort, eren patting the head of his cock on your cute clit gently before adjusting his hips in the right angle to slip inside. once you have a grip on it, eren grabs your waist and shuffles forward. you keen and lift your ass to pull him in more.

“ah, ah,” eren lightly taps your cheek with two fingers, kissing his teeth. “let it sink in.”

bellowing cries ripple in the air as eren fully fills you, the two of you whimpering in sync as he pulls back before pushing forward, picking up the pace just a bit. he’s hissing with his brows furrowed as he continues to yank you close as he thrusts. eren let’s go momentarily to cup your face in his hands, resting his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on as tears build up in your eyes. you’re hiccuping, panting hard and unable to process why he’s so fucking good at making you feel this way.

“is that good, baby?” eren traces your lips with his saliva coated thumb before slicking his tongue over them, rolling his waist and hitting fairly quicker. wanting to maintain a gentle pace.

“yessss,” you sniffle, doe eyes staring up at him like he’s an angel on earth. melting in his touch like butter. feeling small and submissive in his care.

“focus, baby,” his raspy voice whispers, your hands clutching onto his wrists while he caresses your face. “hold your breath. mhm. breathe when you’re cummin’.”

both of your lips are parted, eren slamming his cock into your dripping pussy when he’s nearing his high, face scrunched up with gruff ‘uh unh’s’ leaving him. you do as he says with your breath control, eren knowing that when you hold it your orgasm strikes you like lightning. an exasperated gasp deluges loudly from your whiny mouth, all those noises running straight to eren’s cock, vincinal to cum. you’re crying so much it’s uncontrollable.

“f-fuckk,” air catches in your throat which makes you choke, eren reflexively taking your throat in his hand before bringing to forward to lick and kiss at the side of your neck, loosing strength in your limbs. then, you cum. to eren’s fucking grace, nails clawing at his flexing ass and broad backside. “why you fuckin’ me like this?”

the slurred question instantly makes eren grab the back of your neck to pull you in to his chest, locking his forearm under your right thigh to lift you easily off the counter to fuck his cum into you, stepping back so all of your weight is in his hands. pounding messily as you leak down to his balls and milk him for all he’s got, eren huffing in your neck and telling you ‘cause i love you’ as his answer.

and it warms your heart, but also makes you moan because you know that he’s only yours to keep. that you’re the only one receiving this treatment. you loved him too.

“did so good, baby,” he kisses your cheek, still holding you. “let’s run you a bath.”

“the cake,” you pout, pawing at his shoulders to cling on to your barely there conscious.

“we’ll decorate it after. need to get your mind back together.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[introloves]

Just thinking about being super Domestic with Aone! He starts thinking about what a great little wife you’d be and how sweet you are. One day you casually mention what a great father he’d be if you guys had children and it does something to him! 💓

papa! aone + housewife! reader + HEAVY BREEDING KINK + talk of pregnancy (no kids) + princess complex + pillow princess! reader + overly protective! aone + praise + mating press + squirting + size kink + overstimulation + dacryphilia + creampie + f! reader

— word count; approx 2k

you treat him so gentle- a big man like him coming home to you after a long day of work always brings out a near overwhelming need to take care of him, to be there at every beck and call, waiting for him so pretty, looking towards the door with every second coming closer to him coming how to you.

everything you do for him doesn’t go unnoticed, aone doesn’t say much, but he returns your sweet kisses with an equal amount of love and adoration for his sweet little wife.

you’re near ravenous when he finally comes home, shrugging off his coat, boots taken off at the door, handkerchief in hand to wipe any lingering dust and dirt from his hands- not wanting to dirty any surface you’d spent all day cleaning. he’s even apprehensive in giving you his coat- looking at you with pinched lips, grunting while gently placing it in your waiting hands.

he doesn’t touch you until he’s all showered, even when you insist that it’s okay, the dirt beneath his nails from working, from being outside all day makes him feel dirty, you’re his princess, his pretty baby- how could he ever think to lay a soiled finger onto your soft and well taken care of skin...

he usually relents to your whines, begrudgingly bending down to place a quick kiss to your pretty lips- puckered and waiting for his own to press onto yours. he makes a straight line to the bathroom, showering, rolling his shoulders back once he steps out- towel secured ‘round his hips, and once again walking in a practiced route to your shared room.

he doesn’t change, he can’t because as soon as he’s out, you’re sat on the bed. pillows, blankets- comforter fluffed daily in anticipation for him to fuck you.

eyes eagerly drinking in his every step, water running down rounded out muscle, not so defined- not anymore. the home cooked meals that you make for him has treated him well, form fluffed out with muscle that’s more fitted for his job, it’s dense and packed in, thick. it makes your pussy throb.

“how was work papa?” you question sweetly, legs spreading wide to receive his body, slick folds wetly (and loudly) parting for him while you pin your knees on either side of you, giggling at the way he sucks a breath in every time, eyes looking at the pussy he so adores, mouth salivating.

he loves coming home to you.

he loves how soft you are, warm- thinks there’s nothing better smelling and more comforting than sinking deep- so very deep into the tight and wet heat that is your pretty pussy.

letting the towel fall at the foot of the bed, his cock hangs in a thick curve over his heavy balls, pretty white pubes decorating his crotch, tummy clenching in anticipation, it’s a sight seeing him get hard, thick length bending with how big he is- even fully hard there’s a delicious curve, gravity not too kind to him.

“good... i missed you.” aone mumbles. huffing as his now cleaned, calloused- thick... such thick hands reach to finally touch, soothing up the expanse of your legs, wondering how someone so pretty- so beautiful is laid out beneath him, pussy drooling for a cock like his.

you purr, smiling, body twisting- pushing up as his hands press you down.

“missed you more... was thinking about you- ‘bout something in particular.” you mumble, lidded eyes wandering up to his neck. watching the pretty blooming blush roll down all the way to his chest- wanting to reach up and remark and fading hickies, fingertips ghosting along faded lines of your nails dug in the moment of overwhelming passion.

“hm.” he hums, giving you his whole attention as you speak- looking at your lips as you form every word, planting heavy hands to the apex of your legs, digging the pads of every finger into the giving flesh, encouraging you to continue with a nod, all while kneading and squishing your body.

“was just thinking what a good papa you are- was thinking if you’d give me a baby... to keep me company while you leave.” you breathe, pulse quickening at the thought- head spinning the second the last word tumbles free, all because you’re suddenly pulled down.

it’s near audible, a lowly groan spreading forth from the deepest parts of his chest while he huffs- pale chest rising and falling rapidly, cock visibly throbbing- balls clenching, there’s even a moment where he thinks he may cum.

“f-fuck- a baby?” he exhales, tipping his head back, the stutter making you look at him with a hint of curiosity.

blinking away the base need to shove his cock inside, blinking away the need to push your head into the bed and dump load after load of his cum inside you, all with the intent to make you round with his kid he pulls your legs up he comes down towards you.

all to make you fat and pretty and waddle around while he takes you hand in hand everywhere you need to go.

he doesn’t realizes his hips have instinctively rutted down into you- too caught up in the thought of holding you while fat with a baby the two of you made.

hands dimpling your soft skin- muscle memory carrying every action, already folding you down, knees nearly pressing against your chest, heavy cock slotted onto your cunt, squished between your bent legs.

“i’ll give you a baby. my princess wants a baby.” he grunts, gone dizzy. all of this taking place in mere seconds of you spilling the thought. he says it like it’s a command from you, tunnel vision suckering him in, barely able to see you in the absolute need to give his princess everything her pretty heart desires.

you don’t know where he’s gone, obviously lost in a heavy headspace- popping the head of his still throbbing cock into you, crying in suspense. this is all so exciting, he’s always so eager to bring you what you want, always willing to move the stars and moon for you and now he’s answering to the fantasy you built up all day.

“p-papa!” you squeal, sucking in a breath when he barrels into you with a near punishing thrust.

this is different, he’s different. he’s always cautious with every thrust, but there’s no regret or remorse while the second slam of his hips knock into you. kicking legs just barely able to squirm at all with the way they’re perched on his broad shoulders, you watch as they dangle, watch while he stares you down, his own body moving with intent- drilling into your sopping pussy.

“papa!” you yell this time, soft hands holding onto his arms, his large palms resting on either side of your face while he folds himself down, the creak, sway of the bed dangerously loud- sucking every breath from inside your lungs.

he’s never been this rough, never- and your lips curl with every open mouth yell.

he fucks into you like you’re not there, thick cock splitting you open- filling your cunt, bringing you so very early into a blinding orgasm.

it’s so wet- eyes wet, pussy wet while you squirt and gush, crying out tiny little whimpers of his name as every wave of orgasm takes you. it splatters all over his thighs, painting his tummy, dripping back down onto you hotly.

this is all he needs, needs you wet and messy, needs your pussy swollen and slicked with need and cum so you can take such a big cock easier- if you take it easier he can use every inch of strength he has to dig the swollen and still throbbing cockhead right up to your cervix. he can almost see the swollen ring so ready to take his cum, displacing your own weepy orgasm, making room to receive all of his own thick, milky orgasm.

“good girl- my good girl.” aone nearly chokes, unfocused eyes zoning down onto your bent form, pussy lips and folds sucked in and out in with each drag.

you’re melted, reduced to a babbling little baby under his large mass- doing so well, taking someone so strong and so big like him with nothing more than a few overstimulated tears. drool forming at the corner of your mouth, the only thing you can do is wait for his cum like the pretty princess you are.

“papa- ‘ts too much- too much.” you gasp, wandering eyes roaming up his neck, landing on hardened eyes.

“no- no it’s not. you want a baby. i’m giving you a baby.” he speaks- knowing this is hard on someone treated like a doll, soft hands digging into the veined arms of his, same hands that never work too hard for anything at all, all because he insists on treating you with any and everything.

and just like everything else, he knows he needs to cut this short- knows you’re tired and wanting to drift off onto a nap, so aone fucks you deeply.

he needs to bend further and kiss away the tears spilling down your soft and plush cheeks- heated with the exertion he’s putting your body under, gently apologizing. the high and heated coiled need to breed you slowly waning, now just needing to paint your pussy with his cum.

“it’s okay- it’s okay, papa loves you- you’re okay.”

the gentleness, lowly and grunted words truly bring you peace, trembling under him- hiccuping at the thrusts he gives you, exhaling heavy when he tips forward to an orgasm finally.

sealing hips down to your own, rutting with securely placed knees down onto the bed.

he pushes you up a good amount, crinkling the bedding around your limp body, pistoning shallow thrusts, each one stickier- messier, harder to deliver as he cums. thick cock pulsating in need, sinking into such silky gummy walls all shaped to the form of his large cock.

he huffs equally shallow breaths, tired- so tired from an intense fucking, balls squeezing up tight to his body, every contraction followed by a deep squish of him to you.

“fuck- fuck.” aone groans, his shaking form transferred down to you, slowly bringing your aching legs off the perch of his shoulders. he gathers the last bit of strength residing in his body to take care of you, once more- with a gentleness only found in someone who’s been cautious of their own strength their whole life, he places your legs onto the bed.

you’re still dizzy as he does so, unable to keep the seizing of your muscles down- body heated and sweaty with how he folded your form into his desired state, slowly blinking your eyes more and more open.

blurry gaze landing on him, watching with a slowly growing smile as he looks at you with a reserved guilt.

“it’s okay.” you whisper, only able to whisper for the time being- “i’m okay.”

but even with what you say, he brings a large palm to your tummy, holding it there- reminding himself that it was to give you what you wanted. you just look so broken now, limbs unmoving, all dead weight while he positions your body much more comfortably.

with a nod, he pushes down any worry to hold you tight- swollen muscle wrapping your precious body up. your giggles bringing forth a near exasperated smile from him- wondering how his sweet baby still can be so... sweet after being fucked like that.

sleepy face burying into the crook of his neck while he fights to keep his softened cock inside you, pulling his princess onto him, slotting the plushness of you against his body.

“pretty.” he mumbles once the two of you are relaxed, basking in the tiredness throbbing throughout two fucked out forms.

“pretty baby.” aone whispers, bringing down a large hand to your tummy.

you can’t lift your head off his chest to give him a sweet smile, instead giggling with how well your papa takes care of you, how well he loves and gives you everything your pretty pink heart wants.

[bludhavents]

things that each greaser struggles with:

these are mostly headcanons i came up with. also, this gets pretty angsty.

content warning: alcoholism, addiction, anxiety.

darry:

- maturity. he thinks everybody looks at him like the “dad” of the group instead of just another friend, and he loathes it. he misses whenever he was able to skip work to catch a movie at the drive-in or take ponyboy and sodapop up to the dingo for lunch.

- accidental intimidation. his build is very large and strong, which is good for his job and for when he’s actually trying to, well, intimidate people, but other than that it just makes him feel guilty for being so unapproachable.

- relationships. specifically, darry is very insecure in his relationship with pony. he especially hates it whenever pony dogs on him for forgetting things or accusing him of not caring.

- emotional intelligence. he knows he comes across as cold. and he hates it. he has lots of emotions and he doesn’t air them out in a healthy way, so he tries his best to cut all the emotions off altogether in hopes that the negativity will stop, but it just makes him feel even more insecure.

- social skills. in high school, it was all much easier for him, but now that he’s working full-time and running the household, he’s fallen majorly behind in the social scene. he never goes out to the drive-in or to the dingo, and at first it was because he was too busy, but now, even if he doesn’t have a shift, he’ll make up some excuse because he’s too nervous to go and have to talk to people again since he feels like he’s gonna mess up.

- identity. darry was just starting to feel comfortable in himself and in his role in the world right before his parents died, and when they did, he stopped trying to figure out what made him happy. it has made him insecure of the emotional stint that is centered around his ego and sense of self.

sodapop:

- smarts. it’s canon that he’s insecure about this.

- growing up. while everybody else moves on to new things and grows up, he feels like he’s stuck in the same place watching everybody else progress while he stays behind. this was especially true after sandy left, because marrying her was going to be this huge exciting step in his life and when she left, he didn’t have that fulfillment anymore.

- reassurance. he feels a constant need for approval, and he will take it wherever he can get it. there’s a sort of pride he gets whenever he sees a girl checking him out, but there’s a deeper feeling telling him that she’s gonna run away once she finds out about how ‘stupid’ he is.

- authority. soda has a really hard time talking to people who are in a position of power. he gets all nervous and his hands get sweaty and his face goes sheet white in panic. his charm and social skill is enough to satisfy a conversation with a person his age, but he feels silly trying to be confident in front of an adult. he feels like they look down on him and will laugh.

- fatherhood. he’s very insecure about having a family in the future. he feels like he never appreciated his dad’s skilled parenting while he could, and since then darry has been a sort of fatherly figure in the house, but it’s hard for soda to see it that way. he grew up for 16 years with darry as a big brother and for him to suddenly be forced into a father role is troubling for soda. because of this complicated dynamic between soda and fatherhood, he feels like he won’t be able to be the best father possible for his children.

- legs. he hates his legs. you will never see soda in a pair of shorts, not even when he’s swimming. he doesn’t like the way they’re shaped and thinks that they make the rest of his body look odd, so he wears loose jeans to hide them. he’s also embarrassed of being embarrassed about them, so nobody knows, not even steve.

dallas:

- emotional intelligence. his lack of emotional intelligence is something he battles with a lot. he understands what people are feeling, but he has a hard time understanding why they feel that way. he says it’s because he’s too tuff to deal with emotions, but deep down he knows it’s because he was thrust into a traumatic childhood so early on that he never had time to build emotional bonds with people that would strengthen his empathy and understanding.

- his past, another canon take. he hates talking about it, even the good stuff, because when he thinks about new york all he can picture is 10 year old dallas watching a man being covered in a white sheet by the paramedics on the side of the road. he thinks about his friends from there and knows they’re all either locked up or dead, and it ruins any enjoyment he gets from reminiscing on the good times.

- health. he definitely has crohn’s or IBS or something else that makes his stomach hurt whenever he eats, and it embarrasses him to no end. he’s always anxious that his stomach is going to start hurting when he’s with the gang and is going to have to find some excuse to leave. he smokes so much while he’s out with them to keep from getting hungry until he gets back to buck’s place.

- his friendships. the shepherd gang is close-knit. then, the curtis’ are brothers, steve has known them forever, and two-bit is outgoing enough to make himself fit in to the group. johnny is the closest person dallas relates to, and it’s the friendship hes the most secure in.

- his smile. he knows smoking ruins his teeth, and he knows they’re crooked all over, and he knows that when he smiles his lips crack and stretch out.

johnny:

- his appearance, canon insecurity. he looks young for his age, and when the gang found him in the lot after he was beaten by Socs, they all started treating him like he was young too. he didn’t think the scar on his face was tuff, it just reminded him of being attacked.

- his voice. this is less about how it sounds and more about him not being able to speak over the shouting at home. he hates yelling, and he won’t stand in to speak up for him cause he’s too afraid of being told to “stop yelling”.

- being average. johnny feels painfully average in everything he does. he’s tried to find a skill that he truly loves and wants to take time to be good at, but he always gets frustrated and quits before he can improve.

- romance. almost every aspect of it terrifies johnny. he doesn’t know what a healthy marriage looks like, what he does know was from Mr and Mrs Curtis, but seeing them die together warped his sense of love. he doesn’t understand why you would want to love somebody so much if you didn’t have to. he doesn’t like the “til death do us part” aspect of marriage, because it makes him feel trapped. he’s not afraid of commitment, he’s afraid that he will end up in a marriage like his parents’ and not be able to leave.

two-bit:

- alcoholism. he’s an alcoholic and he knows it, but he’s been stuck in the vicious cycle of addiction for such a long time that the only way he knows how to cope with the emotional baggage of addiction is to drink more.

- social awareness. as of now, he’s very self-aware and extremely skilled in reading a room, but he didn’t used to be. he used to crack jokes at the wrong time and get scolded for it, and it made him feel horrible. like he wasn’t able to experience all the same sad feelings as everybody else because they reacted differently to the sadness than he did. they wanted to process the sadness while he wanted to ignore it.

- being absent at home. he knows he spends the majority of time at the curtis house, and he also knows that his mother spends the majority of her time at work, which leaves his little sister at home alone. he has a good relationship with her, but he doesn’t like for her to see him drunk, and as his alcoholism progresses, that gets to be more and more often. he knows this, and it’s one of the main reasons he’s so insecure about his addiction, because she’s the one who let him know that it wasn’t a one-way street. his problem affected him and her.

- commitment. two-bit is young, but he feels old enough to know how relationships work. he saw his dad walk out on them, and he was never able to process how you could go from marrying someone to leaving and never looking back. at first, he thought that his dad was just a selfish jerk, but when he met johnny and saw that his parents were also married and simultaneously abusive, he convinced himself that all marriages were bound to end up that way. he believes that if the curtis’ lived longer, they would have eventually gotten bitter and tired of each other, because in his mind, that’s just what couples do.

ponyboy:

- confidence. he has a lot of insecurities, and they’re shared pretty evenly between physical and non physical. he doesn’t like his body or his eyes. he doesn’t like how impulsive and dramatic he is.

- security. not in himself, but in life. he’s permanently on edge, feeling anxious about who’s going to be around the corner and what would happen if he got jumped and how many Socs he’d be able to fight off in case anything happened. his parents’ sudden deaths did not help this. he feels like life is constantly tossing him around, and he never feels completely safe.

- emotional outbursts. this isn’t exclusive to ponyboy, but he struggles with it the most. he hates getting upset with people, and he hates hurting other people’s feelings. when he’s feeling too many things, he starts to speak without a filter and gets mad at the littlest things, and he knows that it makes everybody around him feel bad.

- fitting in. in contrast to johnny’s insecurity, ponyboy wants nothing more than to fit in. he’s tired of being the only greaser in his classes, he’s tired of his isolated taste in movies and theatre, he’s tired of being a track star, and he’s tired of all the pressure put on him since he isn’t average.

steve

- masculinity. his dad always enforces an unrealistic standard of being strong, independent, and logical. steve is inherently all of these things, but the pressure he feels to keep it up weighs him down.

- comparing himself to others. it started in middle school when he noticed all of the people liked sodapop more. from then on he couldn’t help but feel like soda was more attractive and charming, darry was stronger and smarter, two-bit was funnier and cooler, dallas was tougher and unbothered, johnny was more likeable and down-to-earth, and ponyboy was more creative and well spoken.

- addiction. there was a time in steve’s life where he was getting high every day. at first it was fun, but then he had to quit track because he wasn’t as athletic as he used to be. it ruined his health and motivation. he started working on cars more to keep himself busy, and it helped a lot, even got him a job.

- hyperindependence. steve’s biggest character flaw is that he can’t ask for help. whether it’s asking for help in school or asking for soda to hand him a tool in the garage, steve can’t bring himself to do ask. it makes him feel like he’s not good enough to do it on his own.

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton ��😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.