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bagofshinyrocks · 4 months

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Giant Dinosaur

Prompt: For Christmas, you buy your man the giant dinosaur from Kohl's. [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: profanity; gaz is ooc but it all felt repetitive

A/N: not super proud of this one, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway because i thought it was fun :-)

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John Price

It was hard to hide a dinosaur plushy that big. But there was a linen closet you only kept tablecloths and spare towels in, and now a very smooshed dinosaur crammed into the top.

Christmas morning, you wriggled free of John’s death grip on you, muttering something about needing to pee. A few minutes later you slipped back into his arms and kissed him good morning.

He smiled sleepily and nuzzled his face into your neck. “Morning,” he purred, beard tickling you a little.

“Morning, baby. Santa left you something.”

He opened his eyes a little more and looked around. Lurking right behind him, spooning him, was the giant dinosaur.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

John jerked and punched the thing across the room.

“John! What is wrong with you?” You were halfway out of bed to go grab the thing before he tugged you back into his chest and pulled the blankets up again.

“Too early for presents, luvie. Not until 9 AM. Need more kisses.”

You didn’t have any real desire to protest with your lover’s mouth already against yours and his arms squeezing you close.

The dinosaur lay on the floor for a while, before John finally allowed him to sit on the bed during the day. Though that bad boy would get punted once it was time for bed. Poor guy :-(

Simon Riley

He found it before Christmas morning. On the hunt in the guest bathroom for some spare shaving cream containers, he pulled aside the shower curtain and hollered.

You came running from the bedroom.

“Simon! Simon, what’s wrong?”

You collided into him as he came out of the bathroom. Strong hands gripped your shoulders and he took a deep breath.

“Why is there a giant fuckin’ stuffed Grinch in the shower?”

You blinked. Then groaned in defeat.

“Aw, damn.” You squeezed past him and plucked the stuffie up. “He’s a dinosaur, Simon.” A little scratch to the plushie’s chin. “And part of your Christmas present.”

“No.”

“It’s only part of your present, Si. You’ve got other goodies waiting.”

He took it from you and gave it a shake. Nothing inside made a noise, so he started squeezing its limbs, its stomach, its face. You looked on, smiling. That wasn’t the usual way of playing with a stuffed animal, but it’s cute.

You must have said that last bit aloud because he fixed you with a withering glare and suddenly you had a mouthful of dinosaur fluff.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle got home the morning of Christmas Day. Well, technically morning, as it was 3 AM.

You picked him up at the airport and welcomed him with a bear hug and several kisses. He was exhausted. Eyes barely open, face buried into your neck. If he were still a little kid, you would have carried him and strapped him into his car seat.

You walked arm-in-arm back to the car, chatting about your plans for the afternoon, all the food you’ve been making, and that Santa had already dropped off his presents.

“Oh, boy, I can’t wait to see what I got.”

“I brought part of it with me.”

Kyle grinned and immediately tugged at the waist band of your clothes, seeing if your undergarments were the present. You scoffed and gave his nose a gentle flick.

You opened the trunk of the car and helped him load his gear in. Sitting in the passenger seat, he saw a large, fluffy, green shape.

“Wha’s that?”

“For you!”

He all but skipped to the passenger seat and laughed at the dinosaur strapped in. Unclicked the seatbelt, scooped him up, and traded spots. You sat in the driver’s seat and gladly accepted all the happy kisses he gave you.

“Thank you, baby, this is very sweet.”

The first ten minutes of the drive home was filled with him saying thank you and leaning over to give you a kiss.

The rest of it was him sleeping on the dinosaur, quiet snores and the same death grip he gave you around the mass of green fluff.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny burst out laughing when he looked at the mass of wrapping paper next to the tree.

“Steamin’ bloody- What the shit?”

You tried so hard not to laugh as you told him to go ahead and open it. He tore it open like the dinosaur was suffocating and smacked it on the ground. Chest compressions, mouth-to-mouth. Then slapping its face and begging it to wake up.

You may have peed yourself a little bit at his shennanigans.

And it got so much worse, as he decided the giant dinosaur was a punching bag or sparring mannequin. He called it “Boss” and treated him like his number one enemy.

Whenever you put Boss on the couch, Johnny would take a running start and body slam it off. Tuck Boss into bed, and he’d driving-elbow-drop on the motherfucker and the bounce would almost launch you off the mattress. The dino never fought back, but you sure did.

“Fucking launch me like that again, I dare you.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You will be living in the barracks and Boss will get your side of the bed and the sink.”He took more care in reducing collateral damage when attacking Boss, and you got really good at repairing that dinosaur. You didn’t want Johnny to know he was being too rough. Or for him to stop. It was Penelope and her shroud, you and that stupid fucking dinosaur.

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ravenslvt · 9 months

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Hi hi! Can I pls request NSFW alphabet for König? :D he's my fave. Thanks!

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET ☆

💗i’ve never done one of these but i’m in total könig fucking obsession rn so i cannot wait for this one. for reference i’ve only seen the mw2 campaign which he was not in but this is my sort of take on him so it might be ooc so apologies in advance. pure smut💗

(got this from a template online:) )

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

even after fucking you, he won’t leave you without a cleaning and knowing if you are ok. if you’re still awake, he’ll offer a shower, a towel, or some food. or even just come comforting cuddles until you both drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he didn't like to show it but, he loved his own cock. he never realized how large he was until he met you. your eyes widened the first time you'd seen it. he had a look of satisfaction on his face for days, though no one could see it behind his mask. he was humble about it though, knowing it's only for you to have.

he loves your whole body, but mostly your thighs. he loves when you're laying in bed, too tired or able to fuck him properly, he will shove his large, needy cock between your thighs, holding into your hips as he ruts into you. he'll do this until he finishes, but needs you even more after seeing his cum on your thighs. "fuck" he'd groan.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

some nights when you’re lazily fucking before bed, he’ll leave his cock in you after he cums, pushing it as deep as it can go before you both fall asleep. his arm wrapped around you in a seemingly innocent mannor.

he loves when you swallow his cum without even needing to ask. just watching your face of satisfaction makes him hard again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’d never admit it, but whenever you send revealing photos he goes fucking crazy over it. if he’s at work he’ll leave you on read for a bit to take care of his problem in the bathroom. he just wanted you so bad :(

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don’t think my boy has any experience besides his own hand. once he met you he could cum from the thought of you. you had consumed his thoughts and he had already learned a decent amount from the internet, but the real thing was unbeatable. he got used to what you liked and is able to bring you both pleasure skillfully. he can fuck right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl: he’s such a large and tall man that it’s easy to get lost and overpower you, so sometimes he likes to let you ride him, he holds onto your hips as you slam onto him while he watches you intently, your face lost in pleasure.

he also loves fucking you when you’re on your back, he’s either standing at the end of the bed while you drag your nails on his bare back. or you’ll both be on the bed and he’ll be on his knees slamming into you. it’s even better with your legs on his shoulders and he can hit even deeper, taking control with the pace using his strength.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s mostly serious. well at first he was just nervous. but the second he had a taste of you he knew you had ruined anyone else for him. he likes to tease though, or pepper you with kisses through his mask, making you smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s a straight line of hair, starting from below his belly button. (he says its natural) it’s dark and thick, perfectly accommodating his thick cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is just entranced with you. he'll be slamming into you staring at your skewed up face and he won't have anything else on his mind but him inside of you. he'll kiss you and talk you through your orgasm. "come on, you can give me one more" he would encourage you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’ll only do it when thinking of you or if you send him an intimate photo, to show him you missed him. (he sent a picture back of his clothed bulge in his uniform, telling you he’d be coming home soon) but he’d much rather just feel you in person.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

size kink: does this even need an explanation? this guy is fucking huge. he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you, but he will dominate you and ‘overpower’ you sexually all day. he will never forget the squeeze when he glided into you for the first time, not used to his size. you were gasping and clawing at him, he was too big. he just stares at you getting used to his size until you are comfortable enough for him to move deeper. he'll praise you telling you how good you're taking his thick cock.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

against the wall/on a surface: he loves being able to watch your face while he gives you exactly what you want, proving the ways he knows your body so well. the strength and control he has over you, he would never use it in a bad way, only to make you feel good. when you two bought your first home, the first place you fucked was the bare kitchen counter, boxes not even unpacked yet. you scolded him for making a mess on the counter and he just got horny again.

he’ll fuck you in the shower anyday, most likley holding you against the wall as he’s just so tall and big.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the way you feel around and against him is engrained in his brain. anytime he gets distracted he will think of your mouth, your thighs, your-

he fucking loves it when you make noises for him. or when he's practically splitting you open on his cock. or the way you feel around him when you cum.

he also knows when he goes home he will always have you to come back to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing that has to do with anyone else touching you. not that you would even let that happen. can you blame him? he only wanted you for himself. you didn't mind.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he’d love it either way. he loves you on your knees in front of him, gagging over how large he is, he won’t take his eyes off you. he wont stop rutting his hips until he finishes. (unless you tap his thigh to stop of course! he wouldn’t want to overwhelm his little toy)

but he LOVES going down on you. overtime he learned all your sweet spots and he will make you cum at least once (on his mouth) before actually fucking you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's just so large he has to ease in at first, not wanting to hurt you. he always has to stretch you out. (preferably making you cum once or twice beforehand with his fingers or mouth). but once you're used to his size and allow him to go he'll start rocking. he always gets too scared to use all of his strength, in fear of hurting you. you assured him you wanted it and he gave in, but being careful.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

no :( he wants to take his time with you! he wants to draw out so many orgasms for you until you can’t take it anymore :((

unless you’re teasing him out in public around his friends and he had enough and fucks you against the wall in the nearest private room until you’re apologizing, knowing they could most likely hear him slamming into you through the door along with your pleads for release.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh he wants to try everything you’re comfortable with. he wasn't picky as long as he could fuck you. sometimes out at dinner he'll tease you under the table, having to act normal in front of people.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

usually he could go for fucking hours. only tapping out once you’re satisfied. he’ll leave you dripping with his own cum until you’ve both had enough (which usually takes awhile)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'd rather make you feel good with his own body. but if he wants to overstimulate you he won't hesitate to take a vibrator to your sensitive spot until you're a mess under him. you love to tease him too, sometimes setting the vibrator on the highest setting and edging his tip until he's begging.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he is the fucking worst. sometimes he'll come home from a bad day and take it out on you, making you grind on his large strong thigh until you cum a few times, only then would he give you his cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s always making some sort of noise. it’s either panting, grunting, moaning, or straight up whining. when he cums he’s the loudest, especially when he’s inside you. he’ll say your name over and over with praises and curses until he’s rode out his orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s way too big for most condoms. that’s it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

well we all know this man has a humongous cock (cough cough long and thick). he is 6 foot fucking 10. enough said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

will fuck for hours. he just has so much energy and need for you it consumed him. if he wasn't inside you, he was wishing he was :((

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

most of the time you pass out first and he follows suit, giving you a small kiss before cleaning the both of you off and going to sleep with you. he won’t rest unless he knows you’re comfortable.

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cosmitton · 3 months

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seeing a cute boy outside of a restaurant at night

Johan Seong x F!Reader (foreigner)

A/N: I haven’t written in so long and this is the first thing I’ve ever written for Lookism, so I’m nervous lol. The reader in this is described to be a foreigner, but I don’t describe what she looks like, so I hope that’s okay. She’s based off of one of my Lookism OCs but I thought it’d be better to write it as a Reader instead. I also won’t be using (Y/N) or anything like that bc I think it takes away from the flow of the writing/dialogue. Also, I think this takes place a little after the God Dog arc where Johan’s on his own again.

It’s not really romantic in this, but I’m thinking of making this a sort of series of one shots with this Reader specifically. Please lmk if Johan is OOC, bc I’m not confident in writing him haha. Anyways, hope you enjoy! c:

The nights are still cold at this time of year in Seoul. Not that you can really feel it at this point from where you are, starting the process of cleaning up and closing the restaurant. After having been cooped up in the small kitchen in the back of the hole-in-the-wall building you work at, finally done cooking after several hours, the space is well and truly stuffy by now. You were even a bit sweaty, in contrast to the people you can see pass by the windows outside that are trying to stay bundled up against the wind chill.

“Alright,” your boss walks into the back to join you, “you’ve been holed up in here long enough, I’ll take care of this. You go deal with the front.”

As if it’s ingrained in his mind as instinct, he swats at your back with the hand towel he grabs before you can protest that you can do it yourself and he should rest. You laugh slightly at the older man, deciding that you’re too tired anyway to argue with him right now.

You leave behind what you were working on to go out into the front of house in order to count down the register and go about cleaning and packing up the floors and tables. You work silently, comforted by the sound of your boss cleaning in the back and the distant hum of life filtering in from behind the windows and locked door.

“Mr. Terrence,” you call as you walk toward the back doors, “I’ll take the trash out now.”

“Thanks, kid.” He replies as you grab the black bags in both hands.

It’s as you walk outside, hit by the cold and slightly regretting not grabbing your jacket first, that you see him. A slim, brown-haired boy sitting by the mouth of the alley between your workplace and the building next door. He’s curled up like he’s trying to hide, in a way, with his knees drawn up tight and facing slightly away from you. When you glance over at what he’s looking at, you see two small dogs not far from him.

You try not to stare as you pass by, but it is weird to you. There’s not usually anyone out here, especially at this time of night and in this weather – and if there is, they’re usually not here for any good reason. It’s not your business, you try to remind yourself, and you can’t afford to be getting caught up in anything bad that might be happening.

Although, that doesn’t seem right, either. This boy is just sitting alone on the ground, watching – presumably – his two dogs and still hasn’t even looked up at you. He doesn’t seem the type to be here for any salacious reason, which makes the only other conclusion that comes to your mind much more heartbreaking – he’s here because he has nowhere else to go. You could be wrong, but the way he was dressed (yes, he had a jacket, but not thick enough for this cold) and had only his dogs and a single backpack sat at his side just hit your instincts in a certain way. You couldn’t see his face, but he looked slim – probably not starving, but clearly not eating as much as you preferred for a young person to be eating. (Distantly, you think about how Mr. Terrence would make fun of you for thinking this despite the fact that you are also a “young person”.) His dogs also looked skinny, and even if you didn’t care about this boy, you couldn’t in good conscience let animals go without food.

With that thought, you made up your mind and quickly threw away the trash and made your way back into the restaurant to head straight toward the kitchen.

“Mr. Terrence,” your boss jumped as you burst back into the room again, “sorry. I was wondering if you finished packing everything up?”

“Nearly there,” the older man watched as you scuttled about the kitchen to grab a to go box from under the counter and start filling it with food. “Oh, no,” he scoffs lightly, “not another stray. If you keep feedin’ ‘em, they’ll keep comin’ back expectin’ more.”

“A stray and his strays, yeah.” You continue, ignoring his scoff because you know he could stop you if he was really that bothered by it.

“What?”

“Some guy and his dogs.”

“Ohhh~” you don’t need to look up to face him, because you can hear the smug smile in his voice, “a boy, huh~? No wonder you’re so eager.”

You resist the urge to fling some of the food at him, “shut up. You know it isn’t like that.”

He’s already stopped listening to you, having made up his mind about your intentions, “uh-huh, sure.”

You don’t bother to reply, finished with packing up the to go box now and not trying to play his games. You make your way back toward the doors, hoping the boy and his dogs hadn’t left already. He’s still there, thankfully, when you get outside – again regretting that you forgot to grab your jacket, but somehow remembered to grab the dog treats you keep in your bag for any stray you might come across – and still not looking up. You make your way over to the boy with your shoulders hiked up in a weak attempt to shield yourself against the wind, trying to walk around into his sight so that you don’t sneak up on him.

One of his dogs notices you first, a little thing with pink ears, and seems to watch your approach cautiously. The boy notices and whips his head around immediately, as if he was trying to catch you, and you pause for a moment at the way he looks at you like you might be a threat. He looks to be around your age, with a pretty face and puppy eyes, but he scowls at you in a way that makes him seem older – weathered and weary from past experience. Oof, you think as you try to figure out how best to approach him, a standoffish one, then.

“Hey,” you greet lightly, “sorry to bother you. I work at this restaurant and I was wondering if you wanted to take these leftovers off my hands so we don’t have to waste them by throwing them away.”

You don’t actually have to throw away the leftovers, of course, but you’re banking on him not knowing that because he seems like the type to not take handouts unless it’s phrased as if he’d be doing you a favor instead. Before the boy can answer, though, the dog with pink ears walks up to you first. You kneel down to its level, putting your hand out to let it sniff you before you try to pet it.

“Hi, puppy~!” You can’t help the high-pitched baby voice you use to talk to animals, it’s instinct at this point and you refuse to feel embarrassed about it.

The other white dog that’s wearing a sweater is still hanging back, looking like it’s shivering, but you can’t tell if that’s from the cold or if that’s just natural. You set the to go box down beside you, petting the pink-eared dog with one hand while you wrestle the dog treats out of your pocket with the other. The pup is fully excited now, tail wagging so hard that it’s almost throwing the dog off its feet, while you feed the treats to it, eagerly.

You realize that you pretty much forgot about the boy when his voice makes you jump, “her name is Miro.”

You look over, and he doesn’t seem to be scowling at you anymore, just watching you interact with his dog – still cautious, but not threatened.

“She’s cute,” you smile, “and your other dog?”

“He’s Eden.”

“Can I give him some treats?”

“He doesn’t like strangers much.”

“Well,” you shift slightly, waiting for permission to approach, “I’ll give them to you and you can give them to him, then.”

“Why?” He’s suspicious again - not in the same way that others here are when they see your face and know you’re an outsider - and you recognize it and it breaks your heart for him. (It seems a bit ridiculous for you to hurt for him, given that you don’t know him at all, but you do because you’ve seen it before and you know it at your core.)

“Because they deserve it. They all do.” You mean his dogs, specifically, but you also mean him and every other person like him.

He watches you for a moment more, and you let him, but he doesn’t respond verbally – just shrugs and makes the smallest movement of his head to nod. You grab the to go box again, dog treats in the other hand, and rise to move toward him. He rises too, probably more comfortable with being at eye level than sitting – just in case. Miro is following at your feet, and you stop with a bit of distance between yourself and the boy. You hand him the dog treats first, glancing at Eden shaking a bit behind him, and he stuffs them into the pocket of his jacket. You try to hand him the to go box and that’s when he becomes suspicious again – obvious when you look him in the eye.

“I know it might be an inconvenience, but it’d really help if you could take these. It just seems like such a waste if we have to toss them.” He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t just by how he looks at you, but neither of you are going to say it aloud.

He stares at you for a moment again, seeming to battle in his mind over whether to take it or not, but the hunger that you’re sure he’s feeling seems to win out. He takes it from you and, despite how reluctant he was to accept it in the first place, he immediately holds it close to him and slightly away from you as if you’re going to snatch it back.

You want to say more, but you’re not sure what and you don’t really have any more reason to since you accomplished what you came out here for. You think to ask his name and give him yours, but you feel like you might be pushing him with that. So, with nothing else that you can come up with, you start to back away.

“Thanks,” you smile at him again and look down at Miro and Eden, “bye puppies~!”

You think anything else would bother him, so with one last glance at the boy – who seems to be waiting for you to leave before he goes on with whatever his plans are – you fully turn back to the restaurant and go inside. You wish you had gotten his name, or had some way of checking up on him and Eden and Miro again just to make sure they’d be okay, but you just have to accept that it’s left up to fate now.

Who knows, you might meet him again one day.

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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my best friend's older brother.

sukuna x fem.reader

notes/warnings: unedited; no curses; college au; sukuna is 22 while reader is 19; reader getting groped ( not by sukuna ! ); potentially ooc; shameless smut; minors don't interact!!!

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have willingly consented to viewing something nsfw despite the warnings.

"this is my older brother, sukuna."

it was your first time ever meeting yuji's older brother, sukuna, and embarrassingly enough, that was the moment you had fallen for him. at the ripe age of 16, you were never one to have crushes and fall for someone so easily-

yet here you were, practically trembling from the sight of such a beautiful man standing before you.

it was obvious he had just come out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats with a plush towel wrapped around his neck. tattoos decorated the borders of his face, painting him in such an attractively forbidden light. you could feel yourself taking him in, admiring his eyes and how they shared the same hues as melted chocolate.

you felt yourself drowning in them and found it difficult to look away from him.

as if reading your thoughts, sukuna gives you a smirk all while calling out your name in a purr, "my brother has told me so much about you. i didn't think you'd be so cute."

"okay, that's enough." yuji suddenly stands in front of you in a protective manner, "i refuse to let my best friend become another one of your conquests, so if you could just back off we have a project to do."

"by all means, don't let me stop you." sukuna holds up his hands, feigning innocence while staring at you with an unreadable expression. "i'm not here to mess up your project, little bro, especially since you're so eager to keep such a pretty girl to yourself."

it took every ounce of willpower to not look back at him when yuji leads you back to his room. once you were deemed safe from sukuna, yuji sighs all while scratching the back of his head. "sorry, i don't know why sukuna chose this weekend to come back. he's usually busy partying at university, or whatever the hell he does there. but don't mind him, okay?"

even with the memory of his heated gaze and how hot it made you feel, you ignored the sensation and got back to working on your project like the good student you were.

despite how you had known yuji for most of your life, you had never met his older brother before. all you knew was that he was three years older than yuji and was in college. sure, he may have mentioned sukuna a few times in passing, but for the most part they lived their lives separately after their parent's divorce.

yuji lived with his father and grandfather, while sukuna lived with their mother. you were comfortable with the itadori patriarchs and was happy to be yuji's best friend, blissfully unaware of sukuna's presence until now.

meeting sukuna was what made your heart stir. whereas yuji was tenderness and brotherly affections, you knew sukuna would be the exact opposite. you swore you could still feel the sensation of his gaze burning into you, and a part of you was afraid-

but a stronger, more irrational side wanted to be engulfed by his flames.

the thought was enough to make your heart race, and you recall struggling to focus for the rest of the day.

even after three years, your feelings continue to remain unchanged. sukuna had taken over your thoughts completely-

you were helplessly in love with him, and even if he couldn't return your feelings, you wanted a taste of what it would be like to just feel him on your skin. to taste him and drown within those dark eyes.

yuji had known about your feelings for sukuna and did his best to sway you, to convince you that he wasn't good for you and that you deserved so much better than what he was only capable of giving.

"sukuna doesn't believe in relationships. i know you may be drawn to his bad boy persona and whatnot, but i'm begging you please, don't pursue him."

you weren't stupid, and you knew that yuji's words held so much truth in them. but that didn't stop you.

you wanted to make your presence known to sukuna, to make your daydreams come true if only to stop loving him. once you felt how callous he was and how roughly he would treat you before tossing you away, then maybe you could finally stop looking at him through a rose colored lens and be taken back to reality.

which was what lead you to your current situation.

sukuna had finally come home once more for his summer vacation. you heard from yuji that sukuna wanted to stay home while the rest of the itadori clan took a vacation to a famous hot spring up in the mountains, being the designated 'house sitter' with too much enthusiasm. unfortunately, jin itadori was none the wiser as he gladly allowed sukuna to stay home as long as that was what made him happy. yuji had invited you to come along with megumi and nobara, but you had politely declined.

yuji gave you a suspicious look, but you put on your most convincing smile and told him to not worry, that you simply already made plans with your own family for summer.

it was a miracle that yuji ended up believing you, which meant that your true plans were already set in motion.

the time on your phone reads 2am.

your parents snores could be heard coming from their room, and you take this chance to sneak out with your keys in hand. the outfit you wore felt tight and constricting, barely covering anything as you smoothed down your skirt and tank top for the millionth time.

when you get into the car, you turn on the engine and catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. your face had been dolled up, decorated with the makeup you wore to help with accentuating your features. you had never felt so beautiful- so confident before in your life.

and you were going to make sure to rock sukuna's world, even if it was just for one night.

memorizing the route to yuji's house, you maneuvered through the streets with ease. due to how late it was, traffic was minimum and you arrived at his house in just ten minutes.

it was obvious from the sheer amount of cars parked in front of the itadori compound that a party was being thrown, making it difficult to find a parking space. but once you were comfortable parking behind some black sedan, you head up the driveway.

wanting to appear casual despite how fast your heart was beating, you blend in with the rest of the crowd, getting lost with the sheer amount of people as you searched for sukuna. all around you were people around your age holding red solo cups filled to the brim with their favorite alcohol.

despite all the noise, you swore you could hear sukuna's deep chuckle as you blindly followed the sound. when you caught sight of his sandy blonde hair settled on the couch, you eagerly reach him-

only to have your heart broken at the sight before you.

sukuna had a gorgeous girl with jet black hair settled on his lap. she was kissing him deeply while grinding her hips against his lap, and sukuna was enjoying every second of it.

only when his eyes met with yours did his expression change from pure bliss to shock.

and that was all it took for the rose colored lens to shatter-

you were such an idiot.

refusing to stick around for a second longer, you ran out of the living room as fast as you could. the tears had blinded your vision, making it difficult for you to see as you felt your form ran into a hard wall of muscle.

"hey, watch where you're- oh shit, you're actually kinda cute."

within seconds, the stranger has you pressed against the wall. "l-let me go...!"

"hold on, your fine ass is dressed like that? and you're telling me you're not looking to get dicked down like a whore?" you felt the disgusting pig pinch at your chest before suddenly being thrown off of you.

you gasp, seeing something flash as the guy was tossed to the ground. immediately, your savior releases a flurry of punches on him, and seconds later you realize it was sukuna who had saved you.

by now, his nose was a broken mess as blood spewed from it. he tries to apologize, but sukuna was relentless, throwing punch after punch after punch. finally snapping out of your fearful reverie, you hold on to sukuna's arm and beg him to stop with tears streaming down your face.

only when he sees your tears does he stop punching the asshole, standing back to his full height all while holding you close to him. "everyone get the fuck out of this house right now unless you want the same fucking treatment as this shithead."

almost immediately, the crowd disperses. whom you assumed to be the pig's friend helps him stand while leading him out of the house. your ears were ringing, unable to process that sukuna had picked you up, walking back to his bedroom while ignoring the crowd of former partiers.

with his bed in sight, sukuna settles you against his ruffled sheets to assess your form. his fingers gently prod and touch at your clothes as he searched for any bruises on your skin. when he sees little damage to your form, sukuna shoves you back on his bed.

"who knew this little dove would be such a troublemaker?" his deep voice made you shiver, and you knew you were a goner when you felt his large hand reach up to cup at your face.

you were about to get lost in his eyes when the sudden memory of that girl grinding on top of him snaps you out of your reverie, causing you to avert your gaze.

clearly pissed off at your actions, sukuna takes a hold of your chin to press a hard kiss against your lips. this makes you moan, opening your mouth against sukuna's kiss as he slides his tongue inside.

the battle for dominance was done weakly on your end, since you had never been kissed like that before. sukuna was the clear winner, and his eyes were wild when he admits to you.

"you chose the wrong brother to fuck with, my little dove."

he smirks down at you, hands gliding down your skirt as he played with the outer edge of your panties. he could feel the moisture growing against them, turning the cloth damp as he smirks down at you. "i thought such a sweet girl like you would fall for my weak brother, especially with how much he followed you around like a lost puppy."

you were panting, spreading your legs even wider for him when you felt his fingertips dip into your folds, "i watched you for a while, you know? you were so fucking adorable with your wide eyes and sweet innocence. all i thought about was how much i wanted to fuck you dumb on this big fat cock and have you scream my name."

it was then that he dips his finger into your core, making you jolt as you cried out to him. your hands were gripping his biceps as he pumped a finger in and out of you. "fuck yeah, you've got to be the sweetest thing i've ever laid eyes on. no slut could ever satiate me and my need to fucking corrupt you, to take your innocence and claim you as mine alone."

despite how mean he sounded and how feral he appeared, you couldn't deny that his fingers that were currently thrusting in and out of you were gentle, oh so gentle. you could feel him stretching your walls with some scissoring movements, as if truly trying to prepare you for what was to come.

you look down to see the prominent tent that had appeared over his jeans, knowing that he was standing at full attention for you alone. that knowledge alone was enough to boost your confidence as you reached down to gently graze at his covered erection.

the slight friction alone was enough to make him stop his ministrations on your body. licking his lips, he takes his fingers out of your core and admires the coat of your arousal against his hands. "you wanna taste, little dove?"

using his other hand, he unbuttons his jeans and tosses them to the side, leaving him in his boxers as you saw just how big he was as his cock strained against the fabric. pulling down his boxers, you could see his girth and the veins that pulsates against his shaft. with the hand that was still coated with evidence of your arousal, he rubs your slick along his hardened length with a groan.

"fuck, i'm getting a preview of what my dick is gonna look like once i'm plunged deep inside of you. bet you're gonna soak this cock, right?" the thought of it was enough to make him twitch as he snaps his fingers and points down to the spot between his legs. "come taste yourself on my cock, little dove."

not wasting another second, you settle yourself between his legs and press tiny kisses against his erection. you give him tentative licks, realizing that you liked having him moaning and grunting for you. wanting nothing more than to elicit more of those sexy sounds from his lips, you take as much of him as you can down your throat.

immediately, you were hit with the urge to gag, but fought against it. you look up at him in a half-lidded gaze, watching as his abs clenched each time he thrusts his hips down your throat. "fuck, you're too good at this! tell me, did someone else teach you this?"

he takes a hold of your head, making you gasp as he fucked your face. his movement were rough, and you were struggling to breathe for several seconds until he stops, releasing his seed down your throat while grunting at you to swallow.

you do so with a gasp, swallowing his cum as you flinched a bit at the strange and unknown taste. in your distraction, you found yourself pressed against the bed with sukuna's mouth now on your soaked folds.

it all happened so suddenly, with sukuna spreading your legs as he laps up at your essence. you were practically aching for him, hands clutching on to his sheets upon seeing the naughty sight of him between your legs.

"i hardly ever return the favor, but you're special little dove. my little slut." the tip of his tongue was seen still connected to the pretty little flower between your legs, and you felt your slick practically flooding your folds as sukuna groans at your taste. "you're fucking lucky for being so damn delicious."

he works on coaxing a release out of you using his mouth alone, and you felt one quickly approaching you within seconds. all at once, you come into his mouth, feeling sukuna greedily suck and drink up all you had to offer. "goddamn, my little dove. i'm gonna enjoy impaling you with this cock."

keeping your legs spread, sukuna reaches over and grabs a condom. he makes a show of ripping the foil open with his teeth before wrapping it around his erection.

placing both of your legs over his shoulders, you caught a glimpse of his cock at your entrance before he calls out your name. holding up your chin, he demands that you look at him while he enters you.

"need to memorize that face when i finally claim you as mine."

without any other warning, you feel sukuna inch his way inside of you before breaking the barrier of your virgin walls with one swift thrust. you cry out, feeling the stinging pain with sukuna finally sheathed deep inside of you.

you knew that this would hurt a bit, being your first time and all of that-

but what you weren't expecting was how patient sukuna was. he seemed to know of your pain and discomfort, staying completely silent and still as he wiped away at your tears. it was strange, this man was settled between your legs balls deep inside of you, yet he was looking at you with an unreadable expression.

only when you adjust your hips to feel a sudden pleasure shooting through your veins did you beg for him to finally move.

his thrusts were powerful and relentless as he continued taking you over and over again in a mating press. you could feel your breast bounce with his every movement and the way his eyes seemed to darken with lust each time your walls convulsed around him.

"yeah, this pussy is all mine right?" he pulls out of you, barely keeping the tip inside as you felt your nails clawing at the sheets.

"god yes, sukuna! it's all yours!"

he adds another inch inside, "this body is all mine, right?" teasing you now as he purposely brushes against your swollen clit.

"yes! it's only yours sukuna, please! fuck me again!"

"and that heart of yours, it's mine too, right?"

had you payed any attention, you would have realized how different that question was from the others he had asked. but you were too desperate to care and told him yes without any hesitation.

finally, he sheathes himself fully back inside of you and continues his relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your bodies being connected together was embarrassing to you, yet still so hot at the same time. you had never experienced such red hot pleasure before, and despite how tonight might be your only night with him, you didn't regret giving him your virginity.

especially when he made you feel so damn good.

"sukuna, i'm about to c-come!"

"yeah, then come for me."

with his final command, you did just that. feeling the final thread snap as your walls convulsed around him. you milked him for all he was worth as he shoots his seed directly into the condom, completely filling it while groaning.

"that's right, take it, take it all, ugh." he rides out his release before falling against you, completely spent as he buries his face within your neck.

you were both covered in a sheen of sweat when sukuna manages to call out your name, only to be met with silence. picking himself up off of you, he sees that you had fallen asleep with him still limply buried inside of you.

gently, he pulls out, earning a soft moan from you as you turn away from him, falling asleep while resting on your side. tossing the used condom, sukuna grumbles about how much he hates cuddling and being the big spoon-

but still does so anyways, pressing his chest against your naked back. he acknowledges the way your body was perfectly slotted against his own, as if you had been specifically made for him. the curve of your body fit so well with his inherent hardness, and he could feel an almost animalistic pride washing over him.

you would only ever belong to him now, and sukuna sure as hell hoped that you were ready to take responsibility for what you had done to him.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sukuna smut #jjk smut #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen fluff #.stories

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kimsohn · 9 months

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haywire

pairing . juyeon x gn! reader (ft. karina of aespa) about . 1.5k words, fluff warnings . juyeon is pretty ooc (i had the urge to make him a hot beach boy sorry), very detailed description of him bc y/n is down bad (this isn't suggestive i just explained things in detail), y/n is also a little bit of an idiot, cursing

synopsis . public showers are the bane of your existence, but maybe you have to reconsider after seeing the eye candy next door. note. this is heavily inspired by juyeon's shower scenes in lip gloss!! (tysm to jacobblr for these gifs, view them in order as you read! 1 2) this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away, hence the length. enjoy the physical hotness that is juyeon 💗

You have come to the conclusion that sand is magical.

Seriously, how is it that so much still remains on you after you've been furiously rubbing it off for the past 30 minutes? It's like glue is attached to the particles, because either it's not coming off or you're just a complete idiot (it's probably the latter).

"Y/N, the only way that sand is going to come off is with a shower." your friend Karina states, packing up the umbrella covering you two, "Stop trying so hard or you're going to get a towel burn. Is that what it’s even called? It’s definitely not a carpet burn…"

You sigh as you cut out her rambling, knowing that her words are correct and that you're simply choosing to ignore them because of your dislike for public showers. They're out in the open, extremely inefficient, and who knows how many people have stood on the nasty tile, but it's either that or ruining Karina's convertible with sand.

"Fine. I'll be back in ten."

Grabbing the towel, you make your way up the sand, spotting the metal showerheads in the distance. Wearing your flip-flops was useless because the sand still manages to make its way between your toes, and now it's an extra hassle to clean them and walk with the dripping water and squeaky noises. However, you would do anything to not feel the weird flooring of the showers, even if that meant dealing with the annoyance on your feet.

You hope for the best and make your way toward the first one, and to your luck, it’s empty. Thank heaven you don't have to make awkward eye contact with the other people showering. Plus, the handle is extendable, so you can properly rinse the sand off without leaving anything behind. As much as you hate to admit it, Karina was right: the shower can do so much more for you than a towel.

Once you're done double and triple washing the grit off your body, you turn off the shower and quickly dry yourself. The beach breeze has you shivering so you move fast, but to your utter dismay, the towel isn't enough to clean you entirely. It becomes fully damp only halfway through, and the rest of your body feels like it's in the Arctic Pole with the way your goosebumps prickle.

However, before you can freeze to ice, your lucky brain registers the shower running next to you. Maybe they have a spare towel, or at least something to dry you off, but as you walk around to ask, you stop in your tracks.

Your whole body feels numb now because the man standing in front of you is short-circuiting your brain. The shower sounds fade out behind you and all you can hear is the soft dangle of his silver bracelet when he moves his hand, and the water dripping from his sharp chin. He's washing his neck and it's doing absolutely nothing to help because his muscles are flexing, and the water from his hair is dripping onto his beautiful face, long fingers, thin black necklace, and… his chest. His goddamn chest. He's wearing a white tank but it's useless because the water is making it incredibly see-through, and you have to stop tracing his abdomen with scrutiny before you pass out. You have the thought that you should probably stop looking before you die of heatstroke and not your goosebumps, but even his hair is too beautiful to look away from.

I can't believe even hair can be this sexy.

"Hm?"

You watch in horror as he looks up to meet your gaze, and his feline-shaped eyes make you lose your senses for a couple of moments. Then you’re realizing the silence and the stare, and it finally hits you that you said those words out loud. You're in deep shit because now he probably thinks you're a freak, which probably means you have zero chance of getting a towel and maybe some decent eye candy too.

"Um, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to call your hair sexy—"

"Thanks, I guess? No one's ever told me that before."

His face shifts into a small smile, and you're absolutely fucked because his eyes crinkle and all you're reminded of is a cute little cat. How did he go from charming to sweet in five seconds? You blame it on the dimples. Or the eye mole.

"You're... welcome?" you say, scratching your neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I just came here to ask if you had a spare towel."

"I do actually," he says, turning off the water and handing you a fluffy white towel, pure like his endearing smile.

You mutter thanks, quickly wiping the remaining water droplets on your skin, but by now you don't even feel cold anymore because of the man standing in front of you. He's too hot to handle, quite literally, and if it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, you'd probably be sweating. If you knew public showers contained fine specimens, you wouldn't have held a grudge for so long.

"Thank you again, um..."

"Juyeon."

You stare at the towel in your hands.

"No seriously, I'm sure I would've frozen if it weren't for you," you respond, clearing your throat, "if you want, I can wash this towel for you. It would be no problem at all, really, I can give it back to you the next time you're at the beach."

He hums in thought, grabbing his phone.

"Or you can just give me your number. You can text me back when it's clean and we can meet up somewhere. You live in the area, right?"

Is this gorgeous man actually asking you for your number? You try and convince yourself that this isn't romantic at all and that he's just trying to make this convenient for you. Why would he even like a creep spying on him showering, right?

"Yeah, sure!" you ask, punching in your number, "Do you want me to save my contact with just my name? I can add beach towel weirdo after it."

You’re going to murder your brain and its impulsive thoughts, and maybe even your loud mouth. You probably shouldn't have asked that because he can add a degrading nickname by himself, but he's currently drying his hair with another towel and he looks so attractive that you don't want him to stop. Maybe if hot men didn't reduce you to shambles, you'd actually be in a relationship by now.

He chuckles, and you're hoping he isn't making fun of you inside his head. However, he just shakes his head no, flinging the towel over his shoulder.

"Just your name. You can add a little heart after it if you'd like."

"A heart? Why?" you voice out, or at least you try to with the best of your ability because your throat suddenly feels parched.

"Cause you're cute. I don’t just ask everyone who borrows a towel for their number, you know."

"Oh." you whisper, and maybe it's finally time to listen to the delusion in your brain, "So you suggested meeting up later so you can... see me again. Romantically."

"You're a little silly, you know? It’s okay though; it’s adorable."

"I'm sorry, it's just, you make me a little lightheaded. I'm so much more composed normally, promise."

"Don't worry," he grins, poking your cheek, "I like you when you're flustered. I'd love to see more of it, but only if you want to, of course."

Before you can even respond, you’re interrupted by yelling from the distance.

"Y/N!" you hear, and you both turn to see Karina waving at you from her convertible, "What's taking you so long?"

You turn back to him hurriedly, not knowing what to say. The whole situation already feels like a dream, and you’re scared it’ll fade away as soon as you acknowledge it, or even worse, simply be some form of amusement to him. You’re hoping that you’re not just a joke to him.

"Um, I have to go," you whisper, clutching onto the towel, "but yeah, I'd love to, um,"

"Go on a date with me?"

"Yes. That."

You wave quickly, your brain going a little too haywire to say anything more, and you rush to Karina's car. She's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but you don't answer because what you hear next resolves any questions she has.

"Text me later, pretty!" Juyeon shouts from the shower, and you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole as Karina's eyes widen.

It definitely doesn’t seem like it’s a prank anymore. Not when he’s announced his interest for the whole beach to hear.

"Tell. Me. Everything."

"Well," you start, hearing her rev up the vehicle and the wheels start turning, "he's really hot, for one. Also, he asked me on a date. Am I dreaming?"

"See, this is why I’m always right. I told you the shower was a good idea!"

"Yeah,” you respond, leaning back in your seat, “I just didn't know it would be this good."

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Crazy

Plot: After Darry get's roughed up after a fight with your ex, Y/n helps clean him up. *light whump/fluff

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x GN!Reader *I'll say this takes place like 3 or 4 years after the movie/book. **Also might be slightly ooc, or at least tainted by other Swayze characters

Words: 1.2k

Tags: For @spuffyfan394; I was originally gonna put this out on your Birthday, but I didn't want to wait that long lol. So Happy Early Birthday!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting, violence, etc.

Humming to yourself, lost in thought, you almost missed the two young boys that sat down at the counter. But seeing a hand try to slip by you and steal a handful of fries, you quickly swung out, whipping the arm with the wet towel in your hand.

"Ow!" The boy yelped, the other laughed beside him.

You turned around, hiding your smile as you put your hand on your hip. "You should know better Pony."

The boy shook his hand, "Yeah, I know, sorry." He said sheepishly.

You looked between him and Soda before taking out your pad. "What are you guys having?"

"Just a couple of burgers, fries and two sodas, please." Soda said as he reached into his pocket.

Looking past them out the window, you noticed no car. "Darry not with you guy tonight?" You asked.

Soda and Pony shared a quick look before they cleared their throats. Pony picked up the menu and covered his face as Soda began picking through the change in his hand. "Nah, he ate at work."

"Uh-huh." You said said slowly, watching them closely. Leaning over the counter, you leaned on your elbows, staring at them. You watched with mild amusement as Pony hid his face even more, while Soda began to turn away from you. Reaching out, you turned Sodas chair so he had to face you, before taking the menu from Pony. "Answer my question again, and try not lying this time."

The two shared a quick look before meeting your eyes sheepishly. "We're not supposed to say." Pony said, as Soda quickly smacked him on the arm.

"Not supposed to say what Ponyboy?"

As he looked over at Soda you tapped your pen on the counter. "No burgers if you keep lying to me."

They're eyes snapped back to you as their mouths opened "Oh but come on Y/n you can't do that, we're paying customers!" Soda cried out as he waved the money in his hand.

"And I have the right to refuse your patronage." You said with a daring smile. "No talk. No burgers."

They looked at each other again, seeming to have a silent conversation between them before Soda let out a breath and looked back at you. "He got in a fight."

You let out a deep breath and rolled your eyes. "He's gotten in fights before and that hasn't stopped him from telling me about it. So, what else is there?"

Pony began tapping his fingers nervously on the counter as Soda continued. "Some...guy came to the gas station and got in his face. Darry tried to keep calm, but then..."

"Then what?"

"Then he talked bad about you, and you know Darry can't handle when people do that."

You sighed and shook your head. "Was it some Soc?" Pony shook his head. "Then who was it?"

Just after you asked, a thought came to your head. You groaned "Never mind. I've got a feeling I know who it was."

"Please don't be mad at him Y/n, he really did try to keep calm." Pony began to speak rapidly as you began to take off your apron.

Reaching out your hand, you placed it on his. "Don't freak out Pony, I'm not mad. I'm just gonna go see about the damage that was done."

Calling out to the back you threw your apron on the counter. "Hey Theresa, I'm gonna take off early, here's Pony and Sodas orders."

After getting the go ahead to leave, you walked out of the diner, aware of the worried stares from Soda and Pony that followed you out.

Pulling into Darry's drive way, you made a quick scope of the street, wondering if any of the other Greasers were inside. As you peaked through the window, you saw no movement inside. Opening the door, you stepped in, immedietely seeing Darry sitting in his chair.

As he looked up, you saw his emotionless gaze switch to surprise as he threw a bloodied rag over his shoulder and dropped his hand down out of sight.

Tilting your head you barely refrained from laughing. "If you wanna try to hide being injured from me you are gonna have to be a lot quicker than that. Besides, you've got a busted lip Hercules."

Darry pouted a moment before he brought his hands back up. "Worth a shot. Pony and Soda narc on me?"

Walking across the room, you picked up the discarded rag before walking back over to Darry. "They tried to lie for you, but I can see right through them. Just like I can see right through you." Sitting in his lap, you lifted his hand up, studying the bloodies knuckles. "Jesus, what was he wearing a grill or something?"

Darry let out a soft laugh. "No, but I think one of his friends were."

You met his eyes. "Soda didn't say he wasn't alone."

Darry lowered his head a bit. "Yeah, well I wasn't either."

"Did you get into trouble?"

He shook his head. "Boss wasn't there to see it. When he came back, everyone backed me up saying the guys came to start trouble. I got told to get off work early, but that's it."

You sighed, as you gently wiped the blood of his hands. "Look Darrel, I don't care if he comes up to you and starts calling me every name in the book, okay, you just gotta ignore him. If he hates anything more than being dumped, it's being ignored. I don't want you to get into trouble. Or-or get fired, all because of me, okay? I know Sodas working, but Pony's going to college soon, so you know... I just couldn't handle it if something happened. So just...if he comes around again, just, I don't know, lock the doors or something."

Darry watched as you ranted, all the while, you softly wiped his hands. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, or the way his eyes shone with adoration.

Looking at him, you caught how he was staring at you, and you words died on your lips. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head softly as his smile widened a bit. Reaching up, he gently caressed your chin with his thumb. "You're cute when your all riled up."

You let out a soft sigh, before gently wiping his bloodied lip with the rag. "You make me crazy."

He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "Crazy in love?"

You giggled and pressed your forehead against his. "Yeah, crazy in love, crazy worried, crazy crazy, crazy everything."

He gently nudged your nose with his as he spoke softly. "And I'm crazy for you, you know that?"

"I had an inkling."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You giggled.

"It's never gonna change either. And if anyone talks bad about you-"

"Darry." You warned.

"If anyone talks bad about you, I will warn them, once. And if they don't take that warning, well, who knows what'll happen next."

"What'll happen next is me wiping blood off your hands again."

"Don't worry doll, people tend to head my warnings. Most of them at least."

"And just how many warnings did he get before today?"

"Well...he was an exception."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No more exceptions, please. For me?"

"Alright. Anything for you."

"Good." You smiled.

Pressing a kiss to your nose, he tightened his arms around you as you laid against him, your head on his shoulder. After a moment of silence, you spoke again. "If you looked like this, what did he end up looking like?"

"You sure you wanna know?"

"Actually I was hoping you took pictures."

Laughing, Darrel shook his head, before placing a kiss to your forehead. "God I love you."

xx End xx

#Darry #The Outsiders #Darry Curtis #Darrel Curtis #Darrel Curtis #Darry Curtis/Reader #Darrel Curtis/Reader #the outsiders/reader #darry curtis x reader #darry curtiz oneshot #darrel curtis x reader #the outsiders reader insert #patrick swayze #patrick swayze/reader

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chumpovodir · 5 months

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btw I really have to say, you're braver than any US marine to engage in conversation with Lenore stans on Reddit 😭 I found your comment about Lenore being evil, and honestly if someone said to my face "[Lenore] did indulge Hector's kink since it's clear he liked it also" I would throw in the towel. What's with these people and finding all sorts of ways to downplay rape? Also what's with her fans literally victim-blaming Hector, as if anyone deserves slavery and sexual assault (let alone that the story itself frames him as the most decent in Dracula's court)? I wonder if they'd justify Carmilla getting raped since she wanted to conquer the world :'D oh no wait, she's a woman, that would be gross.

I don't know about you, but he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself, and that's not counting the inherent compromised consent that comes with being a prisoner. Furthermore, Lenore started calling him "good boy" after she beat him half to death - it was her kink, not his.

I think the discourse surrounding Lenore is a symptom of how bad the writing is, because the cunning Lenore of S3, the one who as you said is willing to do anything in pursuit of her goals but gets underestimated for her pacifist nature (which makes her beating OOC IMO, she never used force again), and the tragic Lenore of S4, the one who feels cast aside by her fellow sisters and can only bond with her prisoner who also was mistreated and underestimated (and makes dick jokes like a 12 yo brat), are simply not the same person. Her fans focus on the latter, her detractors focus on the former. S4 also quite simply ignores Lenore's actions in S3 and only mentions them for the sake of a joke ("Oh shush you were having fun" "Right until the end"): every single defense of her character works if you ignore, or worse justify, that Lenore unnecessarily resorted to rape by deception to put Hector in that infamous "gilded cage". (the same could be said for Alucard, who gets over his own rape and betrayal with amazing ease for what the finale of S3 set up)

"Anyway, Hector/Rosaly for life 🤙" you're so right bestie 💖

dhfdsjhfgd i waded into that against my better judgement but just could not let that "Lenore isn't what I'd call evil" comment slide

(dishonorable mention to another comment in that thread that went "She also honey trapped him but it was also clear that they liked each other and would have banged each other anyways" absolutely rage-inducing. had to completely ignore it for the sake of my mental health) like i don't know if it's just fans trying to downplay what she's done so it's easier to enjoy her, because there is a weird stigma against liking villain characters these days, but it also says alot about just how bad her actions are that people aren't willing to come out 100% in support of her either

and that is such a good point btw about how it's the writing and characterization that's so inconsistent between S3-S4 that's the cause of all the discourse around her. it felt like the writers were really angling to make her something of a 'good character forced to do bad things', kind of in the same vein as Hector, but because of the power imbalance they're not ever really equals in that sense

#anti netflixvania

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rebornologist · 2 months

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♡ Heine & Badou vs. Your Jacket Thievery ✧

lil snippet bc I was thinking about the boys.. an indulgent af reader-insert, that's probably ooc. I need to reread the manga so bad plz enjoy and consider reading d: b&c if you haven't xoxo ♡

Heine would not have noticed had you not smelled overwhelmingly like him, despite coming right out of the shower. Your hair was wet from bathing and you had a towel draped over your head, but you seem to have gotten some of your laundry mixed up, or so he hoped.

“Hey.. what’s up with the shirt?” he grumbles as he eyes you up and down.

“Oh, this? I.. think.. it’s yours, sorry. I must have grabbed it by accident before going into the bathroom,” you admit, folding over at the hip to wrap the towel around your hair before righting yourself again. Heine looks away, clearly feeling a little awkward.

“...whatever, wash it before you give it back,” his pale eyebrows knit together and he frowns slightly as he pauses, “or.. actually, just keep it.”

"Uh..wha-?" you turned, and he was gone, with the door drifting closed behind him. You make a mental note to thank him the next time you see him.

୨୧ ⁺ ₊

Badou willingly gave you his coat. He stopped by your work to drop off some "documents", and left it with you to ensure that you’d stay dry in case it rained on your way home.

“Sky’s even greyer than usual today..” he muses, lighting a cigarette as he contemplates the chance of rain.

“Your jacket smells like smoke,” you grumble, mildly turned away by that fact. Normally you’d love sharing clothes with him.. but this one, he must have had for a while, for it bore all of his.. quintessence.

“All of me smells like smoke, babe.” the redhead points out matter-of-factly, turning to help you shrug the parka over your shoulder. “Sorry about that..” he takes a step back, fighting a smile, “looks good on you, though.”

He blinks as you pluck the cigarette from between his teeth and lean in to press a little kiss to his lips, giving him the taste of something else he’s addicted to.

“Thanks.”

#dogs: bullets & carnage #dogs: bullets and carnage #d: b&c #heine rammsteiner #badou nails #heine rammsteiner x reader #badou nails x reader

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thediaryofcrowmartin · 6 months

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Tummy kisses

Pairing: Catcher Block x Fem(?)Reader

Warnings: Rot your teeth fluff, and probably OOC Catch. And Sad boy Catch hours

A/N: For my friend @mcgreggy, who requested this <3 (And yes, I did purposely use the towel scene gif for you) Anyways I just ran my shit through an editing software and called it good

Catcher Block was never one to admit he was having a bad week; he was too proud for that, but you always knew.

That’s how it all started, after all, with him having a bad week.

It was an accident; you were delivering papers to his office and happened to have the misfortune of walking in on him after he had gotten out of the shower. In that moment, you were rather thankful; he seemed too sad to be his usual flirty self.

It was an awkward exchange, with murmured explanations and apologies. And then he gave you the puppy eyes, which nearly caused you to fall over. You’d seen him give those eyes to countless women, but it was always different with you. They were sincere.

And that’s when the habit started, all because he asked. You never thought he’d have such a soft spot for being kissed on his stomach, yet here you were, every so often when you two spent your nights together, trailing your lips up his stomach, paying attention to each and every freckle, making sure to nip and suck at his sensitive spots until you reached his lips before you worked your way back down.

Tonight was no different; you were drinking at his place, the television playing some cheesy movie in the background. The lights were off because you two preferred each other's company in the dark. The light from the television gave Catch an angelic glow as he sipped his drink.

You sensed he was having a bad week; it was always easy to tell, so you gave him the glance you always used when you wanted to give him kisses.

He didn’t notice at first, so you nudged his leg with your stockinged foot, and then he turned to look at you. Before he could say anything, you gave him the little pout face you used.

“You want to kiss my stomach?” Catch asks, putting his free hand on your knee. “You seem stressed." You answer.

"Oh, come on, baby, I’m not stressed.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Please Catch, please!” You plead with him, giving him the look again, emphasizing the pouty lip and puppy eyes.

You grin as he stands up with an exasperated sigh, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Yay!” you cheer as he shrugs his shirt onto the floor. “Well, stand up." He mumbles, and you immediately leap up so he can lie down.

Once he’s comfortable, you lift the skirt of your dress and straddle his lap, causing the both of you to blush.

You lean down and begin to plant soft kisses just below his belly button, and you work your way up.

You pay extra attention to the freckles adorning his stomach, knowing how much he loves that. Your lips find his sides, and you look up at him through heavy eyelids before you begin to nip and suck, eliciting breathy moans from him.

Slowly, you make your way to his neck, leaving marks in your wake. Finally, you reach his lips and give him a deep kiss, and Catcher wastes no time kissing you back. You cup his face, and he puts his hand on your cheek in return. Eventually, you pull away for air. You’re both panting and smiling.

“I think I know what I want to do tonight." Catch whispers, “Yeah, and what's that?” You ask, knowing exactly what his answer will be.

“You, darling”

#ewan mcgregor #Down with love 2003 #Catcher Block

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strangebutcher · 1 year

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Shower Talk|| A Steddie Oneshot

[W/C] 604 Words

summary: literally just steve sitting outside the shower as eddie showers.

content: mature language, possibly OOC, alluding to childhood trauma and angst, and mostly fluff.

A/N: i didn’t revise this at all so excuse the poor writing, grammar, etc. Definitely going to change this up when I actually have muse to write.

It became a habit for Steve to accompany Eddie in the shower, and not in some sick perverted way. The short haired brunette would sit outside the shower door, waiting for the other to be done. This routine had been going on for weeks, Steve falling into the habit of making a beeline straight towards the bathroom anytime he saw the other looking for a towel. Eddie would only shower while Steve was there, though of course he wasn’t made aware of this. It would explain the occasions when the longer haired of the two would appear with unmanageably greasy hair after a week of the two not being able to see one another.

These moments were something that both of the males held dear to them, though they passed it off as if it was nothing at all. The start of this strange ritual was blurred, but it stemmed from the fact that Eddie couldn’t shower alone. Hell he couldn’t stand being near any body of water if the situation wasn’t life or death. The was pretty public knowledge since the beginning of their relationship. Eddie would always refuse to come over and swim at Steve’s house, after a while Steve had enough and wanted to know why the other had been so avoidant. Hell, any time he brought up even the idea of having the other over to go swimming he would nearly instantaneously change the subject to quite literally anything else he could think of. After what felt like a decade of beating around the bush Eddie finally came clean. He was scared of water, of course he could drink it, but the idea of him being fully submerged genuinely made him sick to his stomach. The other didn’t press further and that was the end of that.

For most of his life Eddie would have Wayne stand outside of the shower and hold his hand. This didn’t stop until recently when Wayne’s work schedule changed. Now, he understood how strange this would seem to an outsider which is one of the many reasons why he avoiding telling Steve for so long. He certainly didn’t want it to seem like some sort of weird sex thing which is certainly wasn’t.

There was a lot that Eddie refused to touch on when it came to this topic, clearly it wasn’t something he was too comfortable talking about. Even Wayne didn’t get the full story, only snippets that he’d have to piece together himself. The gist of it was that when he was younger the boys parents were quite neglectful. Upon one of their ‘party nights’ a toddler Eddie was left alone and unattended to for fourteen hours in a cold, water filled bath tub. This event was the first of many that led to his rehoming and permanent stay with Wayne.

The video store employee didn’t question the other about this. He didn’t need to. He figured if something was up that he would tell him even if that wasn’t the case.

“This guy came in today, he kept bugging about this one movie that’s still in theaters. He didn’t believe that we couldn’t have the movie, and y’a know we don’t get movies from the theater until months after their release.”

“Was it a good movie?”

“Why is that what you took from that story?”

“If it’s a good movie I understand why he wanted it so bad, but if it was like Never Ending story I can’t fuck with that.”

“I don’t know if it was a good movie, but that doesn’t matter?”

“It totally does.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart.”

#steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #fluff #steddie fluff #steddie fic

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revengecaptain · 5 months

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apparently stede is a jane austen fan now. and that tracks tbh.

#not bad for a towel boy / ooc.#[ smth smth she was born 60 years after this show ]#[ i d c i think he would be and it fiTS okay ]#[ certainly for helping stede set up the romantic hero trope alskjdlkfj ]#[ everything i have ever learned about jane austen and p&p has been secondhand i have never once read or seen anything about her so like ]#[ im just going off Vibes ]

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

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dull-bun · 3 years

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Them with an S/O whose parents fight often

🔥BNHA boy s (AGAIN) with an s/o who has parents who fight often I made this really short and quick drabble/headcanons for @chaoswrites because,, well,, I care about them :) And y’know, my parents fight a whole bunch too WARNINGS/TW: Mentions of yelling, fighting, physical violence, drunk parents(??), crying, breaking down (oo p-) OOC characters, and bad writing Gender neutral! I won’t pretend that I know how kei-chan’s parents fight but this is how my parents fight (sometimes) -------------------------------------x------------------------------------------------------------- 💥BAKUGOU KATSUKI💥

You had told Katsuki about your parents fighting in the beginning of the relationship

He was worried (he wouldn’t admit that)

You told him not to worry with a small smile, though not too genuine

He noticed you getting more and more sad and the bags under your eyes getting worse

You weren’t acting like yourself

You sometimes were really happy and great but other times you couldn’t function properly

You couldn’t do anything without spacing out and eventually letting some tears trickle out your eyes

He was really worried

Were they hitting you?

Were they saying hurtful things?

He decided to ask you You huffed tiredly and leaned your head against the tree, waiting for Bakugou to show up. You spaced out for a bit, getting lost in your thoughts, not noticing Bakugou in front of you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Katsuki shook your shoulder gently You hummed and tilted your head, your tired and half lidded eyes staring at Bakugou. “What did you need to talk to me about?” You asked, the silence making you uncomfortably(?) shift. “What’s up with you?” Bakugou finally said after a while of silence. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips quirked to the side. “What do you mean?”

You know what he meant

You wanted to avoid it

You didn’t want to think about it

You didn’t want to think about the yelling, the fighting, the crying

The smell of beer engraved into your memory

He eventually got you to spill what was happening

You broke down, sitting down and covering your face

He helped you to the dorms after that

You two cuddled

It helped but it made you cry harder

Why did you cry when someone comforted you? You didn’t know yourself

But hugging him felt good

💚MIDORIYA IZUKU🌿

He knew of your parents fighting

He’s been to your home a couple of times and most of the time he can hear them through the thin walls

You told him that he shouldn’t worry

He worried

He was scared :(

What if they hurt you?

Had they hurt you before??

Sometimes the fighting would get so bad that you had to spend the night in his house

You never got sleep those nights

You wish your parents could stop fighting

Aren’t parents supposed to love each other?

Izuku was worried especially tonight

You had come knocking on the door, in the middle of the night, soaked from the rain, crying You sobbed into your cold hand and knocked on the door, the rain sounding like bullets to you. The fighting was especially bad tonight, they were getting physical. Not hitting each other but slamming hands down. It was so scary. Deku heard the knocking and tiredly made his way to the door from his room, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. ‘Who would be out this late on the door?’ he thought. He didn’t expect to see you crying. He gasped and quickly pulled you in, the sleep from his eyes completely gone. He took you to the bathroom and gave you a towel and some clothes, telling you to change out of the clothes you had so you wouldn’t get sick. You did so as quickly as your sluggish body could handle. After you changed he immediately took you to his room and cuddled with you

“W-was it bad today?..” He asked quietly, trying not to make you more upset

You nodded silently and sniffled, stuffing your face into his chest

He frowned and played with your hair, shushing you softly and lovingly

You eventually fell asleep after saying a small ‘I love you, Izuku’

Izuku kissed your forehead, whispering ‘I love you too, (Y/n).. We’ll get you out of there..’

🔥TODOROKI SHOTO🧊

Todoroki himself also had bad parents

He knew what it felt like

He didn’t want you to be in the same situation as him, so he took you out of your house as much as he could before you had to return

You were grateful for him

So so grateful

But the fighting only got worse and worse

They didn’t let you move into the dorms

Shoto was so worried for you at night

He couldn’t go out at night when he was in the dorms so he couldn’t see you

He could only hope you were okay

One day he was particularly worried when you said you couldn’t go out to walk that day

He tried looking for you but couldn’t find you

Until he remembered the small koi pond you would visit often to calm down

He quickly walked there and his heart broke when he saw you Your stuttered breaths was the only thing you could hear, paired with you sobbing. The water rippled under your fingers and tears, the koi fish swimming near your hand. You took your hand out of the cold water and curled up into a small tight ball. The fighting was bad today. Really really bad. You just wanted to forget it. You heard footsteps walking towards you but you just kept crying softly into your arms, not caring who it was. You felt someone hug you and you immediately recognized the scent. ‘todoroki’ you thought

He didn’t need you to explain

So he just hugged you, rocking you back and forth

‘Shh, lovely.. no more crying.. no more tears..’ he would say quietly and wipe your tears away with his thumbs

He convinced Aizawa to let you stay in his dorm for the night

He whispered small affirmations against the top of your head, rubbing your back gently

You eventually moved into the dorms when Aizawa had seen how bad the fighting really was at home

You couldn’t be happier to be away from home

Sorry for the OOC characters! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As always, take care! :)

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andieperrie18 · 3 years

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Your Endgame

So this is requested by@raginghellfire. I haven’t written in a while due Uni and busy classes but I hope I did a good job on this. UwU Dami might be a bit OOC but I really think he is a passionate lover when he falls in love.

Bruce Wayne was one tough cookie. Unlike Tony, he held shackled himself with the responsibility of protecting Gotham city from its baddies that he barely let himself enjoy his life. He too cares for children very much but he wasn't as hands-on being there for them. He wasn't always there in those best events in their life to congratulate them that greatly hurt them. It would seem that he just adopted these children as soldiers for his endless war with crime, that they were nothing but expendable assets. But he does love them and had just recently been trying to reconnect with all of them.

Tony Stark had always let his child have free reign over their life but he never leaves the passenger seat. He will always be by their side no matter what choice they make. He was never strict as he was a free soul but he grows and understands responsibility everyday after returning from Afghanistan after being held captive. He wasn't a perfect father but he did try for Y/n, good thing for him is that she understands responsibility earlier made it easy for him to be there for him.

Bruce Wayne was notorious for being a play boy, same goes to Tony Stark. Both men has had another of flings that the paparazzi didn't miss to see. It took quite a while before two of them finally found out the true meaning of true love. The one decided to settle down while the other chose his job over attaining a lifelong happiness and peace.

Some of the Wayne kids also had their own flings through out their lives. Some had more the two and some, just one. Just one cause when the second came, they were their endgame.

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The bright city lights of Paris slightly seeped in the glass panes of the balcony doors of the room. Across it was a king sized bed with undone sheets and two people underneath the high quality comforter. Damian and Y/n sat with backs against the head board, the latter former resting his against the latter's figure. His head slightly buried on her neck as her fingers combed through his bed hair her other hand around his bare chest.

"I'm pretty sure that photo reached them already," her voice echoed around the slightly dim room.

Damian hummed, "It did, which earned me quite a number of miss calls from my family,"

Y/n giggled that he found contagious making him do the same.

"I'm going back to Gotham in two days but I don't think I'm ready to leave your side yet," he snuggled his face on her neck, placing butterflies kisses on them. Her eyes close, a flutter vibrates within her chest as she pulled his head closer. Placing her lips on his head. Damian pulled her seated figure closer to his own, his face snuggling closer to her skin.

"Can I just postpone the flight for another month?" he mumbled, sending tickles on her skin making her giggle.

"Dami, you said that 2 months ago and you already bought a ticket home,"

Damian never whines but after almost two years of being in a relationship, there are certain childishness he had suddenly unlock being with her. Y/n laughed at his childish wiles as it send tingles in his stomach, he loves it when she laughs because of him.

"Besides, I already scheduled mine and my seat is next to yours, you can't expect me to have an empty seat beside me?"

Damian's head shot up from her neck, his eyes staring at her. Y/n bit her lip containing a fit of giggles after seeing his eyes sparkle like a child getting a new toy. He slumped his faced between breast.

"I really love you."

"And I really love you too, Dami,"

---

And probably the biggest public figures is youngest Wayne child and the eldest Stark Child. The most controversial couple that reached ears all over the world. No one knew of their relationship as until the paparazzi caught a picture of them kissing at Champ de Mars near the Eiffel tower. The news made use of the quote, "Pictures speaks a thousand words" rather well. Some are heartbroken by the news but the biggest people taken surprise by the news were the Wayne's.

Clicks and flashes surrounded the long trail of red carpet that lead to entrance of the Wayne manor that held another gala. This time it was a celebratory occasion for the youngest Wayne's return from a long vacation that he took a almost 2 years ago. A break he took after a rather peaceful yet melancholic break up with titan's member. Damian suddenly decided to toss the towel and told his Father that he doesn't want to be like Bruce, alone and brooding. He needs to breath for a while to which his father did not hesitate to agree. Bruce loves his children, he may not show it but he does.

A Grey matte Porsche 911 parked its way at the end of the carpet making some of the photographers to it, awaiting the celebrities that will emerge.

"Do you think they'll like me? I mean Dad isn't really in good terms with Bruce Wayne you know," Y/n eyed the silhouette of the Wayne manor and the crowding paps at the cat walk. This wasn't the first time she came to a Wayne gala, its just that this time she was going to be introduced as Damian Wayne's girlfriend.

The emerald eyed Wayne gently took her chin to meet his eyes. A gentle smiles grew from his lips.

"They will, beloved. I know they will because I love you," his voice said laced a such a tender tone that no one ever thought he could have.

A love sick grin emerged from her once doubting expression before she pressed leaned for a quick peck to which he returned in an instant. They pulled away with both of them sharing the same cheek tinted grins.

Damian emerged from the driver's seat followed by the loud camera clicks and calling reporters. He simply gave his signature Wayne smile before turning to the other side of the car to where Y/n emerges with the same celebrity like smile that she inherited from her father. From the moment they set foot on the carpet, the paparazzi just got louder and rather pushy that made the guards push them out a little harder.

"Mr. Wayne how'd you meet Ms. Stark?!"

"Miss Stark, how long have you two been together?!"

"Miss Stark look here!!"

"Mister Wayne! Look here!!"

To say that the paparazzi were going crazy would be an understatement, as they were going mad-crazy as the couple walking the catwalk is the biggest confirmation to the news that a union between the Wayne and the Stark has occurred. If they could only get to the couple to ask some, more like a bunch of questions would be the cherry on top of the new news for next day.

Upon entry within the Manor, their arrival turn heads and silenced chatters.

Y/n M/n Stark, the matriarch of the Stark Industries inheriting the nickname, 'Merchant of Death' in Manhattan. She was a much smarter tinker as she assured no such case like her father's long captivity ever happened again and all Stark weapons are heavily protected and can only be handled by the military hands.

Damian Wayne was no CEO but is a COO of the Wayne Enterprises. Helping his brother Tim in managing the affairs in the company. It's bad enough that the male is overdosing himself with caffeine while handling their nightly hero affairs, he was still his brother no matter how much they quarrel. Damian was willing to shoulder long painstaking meetings for him just to let him have a day off.

To see the two of them together would expresses a union.

Their matching outfit theme elevated the curiosity of all the attendants of the gala. Damian's slick three piece burgundy check suit made Damian look sophisticated but neat. Every young lady around the room were welcome to gawk at his figure as he glides with his partner. Y/n's own green gown greatly complimented his with its shade of green, its shape hugging her figure naturally that she loved. Every young man had their eyes on an emerald.

It didn't take long before the couple reached the group of people they are meant to meet. They didn't miss their wide eyes and dropped jaws. Y/n may be a stranger but they could agree that she is a beautiful stranger.It was only when Damian spoke that they have gained awareness of their surroundings.

"Good evening father, everyone. It's nice to see you all again," Damian began with Y/n holding on to his shoulder.

"I gotta say demon spawn you grew quite a lot for just two years," Jason earned a slightly hard nudge from Dick. Damian may have grown but he still has a tick with Jason's nicknames for him.

"Don't mind him Damian, why don't you introduce your company," the eldest said as he slightly push the white streaked hair male behind him that earned a look from his father.

Damian didn't say anything on the nickname thing and proceeded to introduce her which earned quite an awkward atmosphere on his family's side while the couple remained at ease in their presence.

"Stark its nice to finally see you again," Tim entered as he brought his hand out to which the woman took generously.

"Good to see you too Drake, and good evening to you too Mister Wayne,"

Bruce went forward to shake her hand, "How is your father by the way?" he asked.

"He is doing well, he's living by the countryside with my sister and mom," she replied with a smile.

"So he's settling down?" Bruce asked, quite surprised.

"Yes, he said life is short and he intends to spend it living it with us," She continued to which earned a bit of awkwardness with Damian's siblings. It was a rather sensitive topic but they didn't speak of it any further.

---

Damian had to separate himself from Y/n to help Tim a bit on the company. Seated by the bar, with his two brothers and his father, it was quite a company.

"How long have you two been going out?" Dick opened as you turned to him.

"We've been together for almost 1 year and half years, but we didn't started dating until six months later after we met,"

"We're you aware he just got out of a break up?" Jason raised.

Y/n took a sip of her drink, "I did, that's why I didn't let him to be with me until I totally confirmed that I was not a rebound,"

"And how do you know you aren't just a rebound for Rachel Roth?" Dick asked this time.

Bruce didn't say anything as he wasn't very much in touch with his son's relationship, but he did know that he loved her, Damian wouldn't risk his life for anyone if he did. As much as he wanted to stop Dick from pulling a rather sensitive topic on a person he just met especially when that person is someone close to his brother, he wants to know if the girl was just a fling. Y/n was known to have a number of flings before Damian came in to the picture.

"Damian is not mine to claim, whether I am a rebound or not, I still love him, you can try to make me say what we are having is just a fling but I know one thing," her tone was authoritative but calm.

They were doubting Damian's judgement with her relationship with her. Its not like she wasn't aware that he dated a co-worker of his. He was his first love and Y/n knew she might not be his last but she sure prays to whatever ethereal being that they last.

"I love him. Whether you believe me or not, I will always do even if he chooses her over me,"

Damian was her everything.

---

By midnight, Damian said his good byes with his family. He didn’t miss the slight look of sadness in her eyes so he took her away from his brothers' company. Damian was sure that they said something but she chose to protect them by not telling him anything.

When they got to the parking lot as they got to their car, Damian stopped and had Y/n face him. Before she could ask, he had already latched his lips on her. Giving her an ever so passionate kiss they always share. One that he always felt like he was having his first kiss the first time.

Y/n circled her arms around his neck before they broke off, forehead resting against each other.

"I may not know what went on between you and my family by the bar, but I want you to know that I love you. You may not be my first but I am deathly sure that you are my last…" he whispered to her.

#damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne #song prompt #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #bruce wayne #batfamily x reader

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Inarizaki boys trying out fasting

Warnings: None? I hope there's none

Inarizaki x Muslim! Manager! Gn Reader

Note: This is extremely rushed, unedited, kinda unrealistic, and probably ooc, and I know Ramadhan is only like, a day left but I feel like I just need to. Also Ik Ramadhan in 2012 is during summer break shush,,, I also can't HC so there's that. //Pls this is so bad I wanna cry//

On a particularly warm and sunny day at Inarizaki High, volleyball practise continues on as usual. You, as the manager, still consistently run around the gym to tend to the players' needs despite Ramadhan starting today. But since you've gotten used to fasting, you feel just fine and as if nothing is out of place.

Or so you thought.

Kita had noticed that you seemed a bit under the weather today. He hasn't seen you consume anything for the whole day, hell, he hasn't even located your lunch box or water bottle. Concerned, he approaches you and stops you from running around, filling the many water bottles of the members of the team.

"[Surname], are ya okay? D'ya need a drink?" He asks, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

"Hm? Oh, thank you for your concerns, Kita-san, but I can't drink now." You answer quickly, attention still diverted to the water bottles in your hands.

"Stayin' hydrated is important. Ya need to take care of yer health."

"As much as I want to drink, it's not time yet. I have to wait until about 7 p.m. before I can break my fast." You say, now fully giving Kita your attention.

"Fast?"

"Yes, I'm fasting. Today's the first day of Ramadhan."

You leave Kita in a hurry as more boys start to finish their practise, you know how pissy some of them can get if you don't deliver their water bottles or towels in time. Kita stares at you zooming about, he's heard of fasting practises but he doesn't think he's seen someone still have that much energy despite not eating or drinking for hours.

Aran notices Kita and approaches him, wiping the sweat falling down his neck. "What's up?" He asks, watching you hand over water bottles and towels to the players.

"[Surname] is fastin'."

"Ya mean they haven't eaten anythin' for the whole day?"

Kita nods keeping his eyes on you as you hand Atsumu his water bottle. You were about to tend to the first year members when Kita walks over with Aran tailing behind him, stopping you momentarily from your task.

"First years get yer own towels and water bottles. Give [Surname] a break." Kita commands while Aran takes the water bottles and towels in your arms to pass it to their owners.

"Kita-san, Ojiro-san, everything's fine! You don't nee--"

"Is everythin' okay?" Akagi asks as he approaches you, Kita, and Aran with Omimi in tow.

"[Surname]'s fastin', we should let 'em have a small break." Aran answers as Kita goes off to watch the first years in case any of them stirs up trouble.

"I heard [Surname]'s fastin'? What's that and for what occasion?" Atsumu asks as the second years start to approach your small group.

"Ramadhan just started and that means me and other Muslims must start fasting if we can," you start, stepping back to include as many of the inquisitive volleyball meatheads as you can. "Fasting is a practise where we don't eat, drink, or uh... indulge in our earthly desires for a set period of time over the course of a month, at least that what Islam teaches."

"So you mean, you haven't and won't eat or drink for the rest of the day?" Suna asks from somewhere in the back of the group.

"How're ya still alive?" Osamu adds, narrowing his eyes in disbelief at you explanation.

"Not the whole day, until about 7 p.m., I have to check the schedule again." You answer, waving your hand. "And I've been fasting since I was a kid, I'm used to it by now."

"Does everyone have to fast though? Like no exceptions?" Akagi asks again.

You shake you head no, thinking for a bit before listing off those who can't, "kids before they hit puberty, the elderly, the sickly, and I think travellers aren't obligated to fast meanwhile women can't fast during their periods."

A chorus of understanding 'oooh's sounded across the gym once you finish your explanation. Most members leave the group after the acquiring the new information, leaving a few behind, the few mostly being the ones in the starting lineup.

Akagi suddenly calls for everyone's attention, a wide grin stretched across his face. "Why don't we join [Surname] tomorrow? It's fine if we join in, right?"

"Of course, anyone can fast during Ramadhan."

"What do y'all say? Don't ya think it'd be an interestin' experience?"

"I'm not opposed to the idea, I suppose it would be a great bondin' activity as well." Kita says, approaching the group.

"I agree with Shinsuke, I'll participate too." Omimi says with a soft smile.

"Sounds like a fun experience! I'm in!" Ginjima pipes up after listening the whole time.

The others agree with you, with the exception of Osamu who's still quite hesitant in participating. You don't blame him, food is his life, after all. "I dunno, I don't think I'll make it..." He mumbles.

"It's fine if you decide not to participate, Osamu! You can't force these things after all. But if you still want to try out, you can break your fast earlier, that's a method commonly used for first timers as well." You explain, waving your hands in a small gesture of panic.

Osamu furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips, contemplating whether he'll join in or not. He sighs, making up his mind. "I'll try to last as long as I can."

"Sweet, potential blackmail material." Suna mutters under his breath.

"That's great! What I said goes for all of you though! Don't force yourself if it gets too hard for you!" You say as you start to step away from the group. "Set your alarms for 2.30 a.m.! You'll have about 50 minutes to eat and drink. It's also better to eat or you might just regret it tomorrow."

"What about for when we break our fast?" Ginjima asks before you turn around.

"You all can come over to my place to break it. My family and I will cook for you all." You answer with a grin.

"Are ya sure? We can always bring our own food." Kita asks.

"It'll be fine, besides, my family will be delighted to have you all over." You assure, turning around to talk to the coach.

You requested for the ones participating tomorrow to be dismissed from morning practise and to be given a lighter regime for afternoon practise. Atsumu was not happy and started to complain but Kita shut him up quite easily.

The next morning, the first thing you do is check up on the group, not surprised to find out the twins, Suna, and Akagi still asleep. You and the others spam the four, sighing in relief when one by one they start to respond.

You- Don't forget to sleep as much as u can before school, okay? Going the whole day wo food will be v draining n exhausting

Aran- Is there no way to combat that?

You- Not that I know of, u just get used to it after some time. I usually try to keep myself distracted in class whenever I start feeling sleepy

You continue to make conversation with the team, giggling when Atsumu sends a picture of Osamu eating with his eyes closed. You check the clock and purse your lips before making another announcement.

You- Fasting starts in 10 mins. Get ready!! Also, prioritise drinking water before going back to bed

You lock your phone after seeing their responses, grinning to yourself and wondering who would whine the most. While it may get annoying, it's still good entertainment and who are you to turn down entertainment when you have to restrain yourself from consuming anything but air for up to 15 hours.

You don't see any of the fasting participants during morning practise, you mostly end up helping the bench warmers or even those who don't even get a jersey in their training. You know they were going a bit easier on you though, evident by how they help you out more with your tasks.

You finally meet up with the team during lunch, seeing Suna and Akagi fast asleep with their heads buried in their arms, Osamu barely alive, and Atsumu being extremely quiet, for once. "How are you all holding up?" You ask with a grin, taking a seat on an empty chair.

"I don't feel much different so far, thirsty and tired enough to make me a bit uncomfortable but overall, I'm fine." Kita says with a small smile and a nod.

"I think half of us are basically fine, a bit uncomfortable but fine. The other half isn't so fine though." Aran says and points to the ones mentioned above.

"Atsumu has been less energetic," Ginjima laughs. "He says it's to conserve energy for afternoon practise."

"Well, it's not a bad strategy." You laugh, shaking your head. "But you all got this far! If you keep your mind busy, I promise it'll pass by faster and before you know it, you can eat and drink again."

"I didn't feel hungry during the lessons, I didn't even realise I was hungry until lunch started." Omimi says, nodding his head.

"It does that, it does that." You say, stretching your arms and nodding. "Well team, you still have half a day left! Good luck! You all can do it!"

When you all meet up for afternoon practise, you notice it's started taking a toll on the team, most, if not all of them have started spacing out more often, their serves and receives getting a bit wonky from lowered concentration. You would have to frequently go around and encourage them (telling a lot of them how much time is left) and it usually gets them some semblance of energy back.

With their training regimes cut in half, it means they finish quicker than the other players (Atsumu is still not happy about this), all of them barely having the energy to continue training. "How about you all take a nap at my house while I cook."

"We can take a nap at yer place?" Akagi asks bleary-eyed, a tired smile stretched across his face.

"Mhm, I've got to admit I'm very impressed you all made it this far, especially Osamu-san."

"I can barely stand, can we get to yer place quickly please, [Surname]-san?" Osamu whines from the bench he's claimed.

"Alright, alright. I'll meet you all at the front gates. Go change and we'll head back so you all can rest before breaking your fasts." You instruct before going to coach to give him an update, to which he laughed at because seeing some of his most energetic students so quiet is very amusing to him.

You meet the team at the gates of the school, all of them, even the most composed, are eager to lie down and drift off for a few hours before eating. "You know, if it's too much we can stop at the convenience store to buy you drinks." You remind as you lead them to your house.

"We've made it this far, we can take it." Osamu mumbles.

"Are you sure?"

"We're sure. Just need some sleep." Suna adds, voice barely understandable.

"Alright, we're almost there." You giggle, taking a turn.

Not long after you said that, you arrive at your house, opening the gates and door for the boys. You lead them to the living room where most of them basically crashed to either the floor or any of the seats available. You laugh and turn on the air conditioner, taking some of their bags to make a path from the kitchen to the living room.

"[Name]! You're home!" Your mother greets as she walks out of the kitchen to find eight fully grown men sprawled about the living room. "Hello! [Name] has told me about you lot. You're all still fasting?"

The team gives your mother weak nods and affirmative answers making your mother smile wider. "Impressive! You're doing incredible especially for first timers. I remember when [Name] was like this when they were younger." Your mother sighs dreamily.

"Well, I'm going to the kitchen to prepare the food. Make yourself at home here, you can turn on the TV or read the books if you want. Bathroom is first door to the right." You inform, pointing to the hallway before leaving for the kitchen.

While preparing the food, you would occasionally check on the boys. Some are sleeping, some or watching TV, and the rest are busying their minds either doing their homework or reading one of the books on the bookshelf. You smile fondly, snapping a quick picture of them for memories. Somewhere along the way, the rest of your family came home, surprised to see the guests occupying the living room. (They promised to eat in the dining room while you have your fun with the boys.)

10 minutes before 6.50 p.m., the designated time, you walk out of the kitchen with a grin. "10 minutes left, can anyone help me and my mum with bringing the food out?" You ask with some quickly volunteering.

When you walk back out with plates of food, the ones sleeping are slowly waking up from the smell of food permeating the room. You pull a digital clock out and place it on the middle of the table while you all sit around it, most staring at the clock intently for it to turn to 6.50 p.m.

Suna takes out his phone and checks the clock with seconds. "15 seconds!" He announces, making some scramble to stare at the seconds ticking down from his phone.

"10!"

"9!

"8!"

(You all really are treating this like new years, huh?" You giggle as you watch the boys count down.)

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

("They're gettin' louder." Kita comments, smiling fondly at his team.)

"2!"

"1!"

"Thank you for the food!"

As the clock changes from 6.49 p.m. to 6.50 p.m., the boys cheer and sip (or gulp down) their drinks, sighing loudly in relief. "Today was real hard, I honestly have even more respect for y'all who do this for a whole month. How do y'all do this without dyin'?" Osamu says as he takes one of the onigiris you and your mother prepared.

You laugh at the comment he made at the end, swiping a dessert from the table. "Practise, a lot of it." You answer. "You all did so good today! I didn't even hear a single swear word from any of you!"

"Actually, Atsumu slipped up and swore during practise." Suna pipes up.

"Suna, ya snitch."

"That's okay. You all did your best and that's what matters! Good job everyone!" You say, a smile stretching so wide across your face your cheeks start to hurt.

"It's been a very interestin' day, this was a good idea!" Akagi says.

"Ya barely stayed awake the whole day." Aran points out laughing.

"I did it either way."

"Honestly, if we didn't have school today I would have barely stayed awake the whole day too." You huff, plopping the dessert in your mouth. "When you break your fast food just tastes... so much better than usual."

"I can agree with that." Osamu says.

"Let's all take a picture to commemorate today." Kita says, placing his cup down. "Let's use Suna's phone. His camera's quality is better than the rest of our phones."

"He's also tall enough to be qualified as a selfie stick. Well, to be honest, Ren would be the best selfie stick but I don't think Suna wants anyone else touchin' his phone." Akagi comments.

"And that would be right." Suna says and takes out his phone, opening the front camera and standing a bit further away to capture everyone.

"Alright everyone, say money!" You grin as Suna's thumb presses the button.

"Money? Not... cheese?" Aran asks once the photo is taken.

"Money makes a better face, and I mean, who doesn't prefer money over cheese?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I second that." Atsumu says, nodding.

"I third that." Akagi adds.

You all continue your meals until everything has been wiped out. Throughout the dinner, a lot of playful banter is exchanged and chaos reigns over the living room. Honestly? You don't mind, because not only did they sacrifice their schedules to do this with you, they still manage to lift your mood up tenfold. Even though they can be annoying little shits, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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