â the fuck-it list â || hq!
two || three
synopsis:Â thereâs a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed âfuckableâ with theories as to what theyâd be like in bed. itâs all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.Â
pairing:Â various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that arenât 100% accurate lolÂ
notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo itâs really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!Â
To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldnât know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so thatâs as far as he wished to know.Â
Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb listâHe had you.Â
âHave you seen this bullshit?!â  Well, speak of the devil.Â
All the training in the world couldnât have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM;Â heâs getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.
Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you wouldâve smashed right through his door by sheer force.Â
âHuh??â Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. âSeeâouch. See what?âÂ
You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. âThat stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?âÂ
âWhat about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, âTobio Kageyama. 6â2ft stoic, and mean Dom whoâs pretty damn good with his hands. Itâs obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably wonât make any noise, and doesnât know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10â. Are they deadass right now?âÂ
Ah. Now he gets it.Â
He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you werenât a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Whoâd have thought?Â
âI mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, Iâd gorilla glue all their holes shut.â He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.Â
You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. âBut not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?âÂ
âRBF?â He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.Â
âResting Bitch Face.âÂ
He frowned. âI donât have that.âÂ
âTobio, youâre doing it right now.â
He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, heâd even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. âDonât be pouty.â
âIâm notâŚâ he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. âYouâre the one thatâs upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldnât you be happy itâs inaccurate?âÂ
Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyamaâs eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; thereâd be plenty of time for that later.Â
âI mean, yeah butâŚI donât know. It justâŚfeels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they couldâve done was be a little accurate if theyâre gonna cause us all this trouble.âÂ
âUs? Pretty sure Iâm the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.â He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. âBesides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?âÂ
You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesnât take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.Â
âOh, itâs like that, huh? Thatâs fine.â
Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. âHowever, I will admit they were right about one thing.âÂ
With a slight bounce, you couldnât fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.Â
âOh, really? And whatâs that?â
He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.Â
âIâm pretty damn good with my hands.âÂ
Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didnât care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations heâs heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.Â
And he was right to assume such.Â
One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.Â
âAKAASHI.â Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. âHow could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!â
The former setter gaped; thatâs not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didnât help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.Â
Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âIâm talking about you cheating on [_____]!âÂ
Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spikerâs words. Â
âWHAT.âÂ
Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Boâs shoulder. âWay to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.âÂ
âScrew that! I demand answers! Canât believe Iâve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.â Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.Â
âWait, hold onââ
âWhoa there, letâs not jump to conclusions. The man hasnât even gotten the chance to speak for himself. Iâm sure thereâs a logical explanation for this whole thing.â Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.
âYouâre so full of shit.â He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.Â
Akaashi abruptly stood. âCan someone please tell me what the hell is going on? Iâm not cheating on [______], whoâs spreading such a thing?âÂ
Bokuto squinted. âOya? Then how do you explain this?âÂ
Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.Â
Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasnât some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.Â
âYouâve gotta be kidding meâŚâÂ
âUh huh, busted your ass!â Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. âHey!â
Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. ââKeiji Akaashi. 6â0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.â Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.âÂ
âDonât read that outloud!â Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. âOmf-! Fohkuto-son!âÂ
âWhat? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!âÂ
Kuroo continued. ââWhat many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe thereâs a sensitive side to him. Thatâs why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, whoâs not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.â Holy shit, this is gold.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. âThis cannot be happening to meâŚâÂ
âOh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think theyâd feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithfulââ
âI DIDNâT CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isnât even the purpose of the list, you should know, youâre on it too!âÂ
Bokuto gaped. âI am??âÂ
Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a pointâHow were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?
Luckily, he didnât need to wonder for long.Â
âKeiji!âÂ
He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. âUhâŚis everything okay?â
âItâs all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isnât a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!âÂ
You did a double-take in bewilderment; didnât expect that. âO..kay?â
Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.Â
Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.Â
You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to whatâs gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliationâYou planned to report that stupid post later anyways.Â
You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that youâd be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.Â
And you were so glad he did.Â
While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous âHorny Bucket Listâ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldnât help but watch the drama unfold every time thereâd be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever itâd be someone you knew, or someone you wouldâve never guessed to be on it.Â
And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriendâs boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.Â
Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu untilâŚÂ
â...The fuck?âÂ
As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriendâs face attached with someone elseâs name. And not just any someone.Â
âO S A M U  M I Y AâÂ
You didnât know whether to laugh, or what. Could theyâve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didnât bother to @ you, though.
That only pissed you off even further.
âOsamu Miya. 6â1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite wonât be satisfied until heâs had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that heâs the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.â
âI know damn well they didnât justâŚâ You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.
âBut, if youâre good, he mayyyy let you top. Donât think for a second youâre in control tho. Unlike his brother, heâs got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum âĄ.âÂ
Wow.
You werenât expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didnât excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw thisâŚ
âHey there, stranger.â You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. âYa ready?âÂ
âUh, yeah.â You quickly locked your phone.
A little too quick.Â
A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. âWhatâre ya lookinâ at?âÂ
âHm?â
âYour phone, yâwere lookinâ at something.â Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasnât long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, âYa lookinâ at porn?âÂ
With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. âYeah, âTsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.â Â
Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. âHey, no judgement here. But donât forget ya got the real deal right here, darlinâ. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. Allâs ya gotta do is ask.â
He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldnât help yourself.Â
âIâll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.â
Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.
âThat joke wasnât funny back in high school, [______], still ainât funny nowâŚâ
âOh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriendâs Osamu Miya, and apparently heâs my brat-tamer. Did you know that he wonât even let me top unless Iâve been good-?â
âKnock it off.â Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didnât falter. âWhatâs gotten into ya? Tryinâ to get a rise outta me or somethinâ?â
âOh, you havenât seen it yet?â
âSeen what?â
You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. Heâd heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertainingâŚbut now?
âTHE FUCK?â
He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what youâd originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.
âThatâs what I said!â You laughed, incredulously. âThe nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably âcause they knew Iâd call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-â
ââUnlike his brother, heâs got Dom energy for daysâ?? I totally have Dom energy! Weâre fucking twins, why wouldnât I? And âSamu ainât no brat-tamer! If anythinâ, heâs the goddamn brat.â Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.
You stood there in bewilderment. Thatâs what heâs concerned about?Â
Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. âSo, you donât care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?â
ââCourse I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usinâ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothinâ pisses me off more than anyone thinkinâ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my assâŚâ
You snorted. Why were you not surprised?
Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldnât help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.
You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumuâs honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomachâSo fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought heâd start purring.
âWhat do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, weâll put that account on blast afterwards, what dâyou say?â
His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. âThought youâd never ask.â
KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didnât matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lecturesâHe had no opinion on it.Â
âYouâre not even a little curious?â Hinata asked.
âNo. Not in the slightest.â
The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since theyâve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.Â
Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. âWhoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who arenât interested in knowing if theyâre on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...â
This went on for a good minute.Â
Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. âItâs just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.â
âSure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,â Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. âAlthough, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumorsâŚand got that one professor firedâŚâ
Yet another minute, passed.Â
Kenma couldnât help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed listâWhy people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.Â
âSounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.â
Thereâs silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldnât help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, butâŚsomething definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.
âI wonder if [______] checked.â
Kenmaâs thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got. Â
 ââŚWhy would they do that?â He muttered.Â
Hinata shrugged, âWell, just because youâre not curious doesnât mean they arenât. Believe it or not, youâre a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if thereâs a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, Iâd wanna be the first to know.â
Hm. Couldnât argue with that. He always feared youâd end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. Itâd be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact thereâd be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.
He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didnât make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?Â
Kenma kissed his teeth, âYouâre being annoying.â
Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. âDonât mind~!âÂ
The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits nâ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didnât falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didnât even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldnât help getting concerned once he started to notice.
âUhâŚis it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?â
âI dunno. Maybe theyâre just waiting for me to get off the gameâŚâ Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasnât the case at all.
After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been youâHe kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one heâs currently with.Â
It appeared theyâd been trying to get his attention for a while. You mustâve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place.  He didnât need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.Â
âIâm heading over to [_____]âs. Sorry to cut our time short.âÂ
The ginger simply smiled. âItâs okay, know you donât like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!âÂ
Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldnât wait to get to your place.
When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.Â
âIâm so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.âÂ
âUm, Iâm fine...â he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you wereâŚshielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldnât quite put his finger on. âWhy would I be devastated?â
You blinked widely at him. âYou mean you hadnât seen it?â
He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasnât until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldnât be.Â
He slowly began to shake his head. âNo...â
You exhaled. âYes.â
âKenma Kozume. 5â˛6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But donât let his meek demeanor fool youâitâs always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know itâs because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, donât expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, whoâll spend most of the session on his back, but thatâs okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.â
He looked at your phone with mild disgust. âYouâre fucking joking.â
â'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. Thatâs why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. â
âDonât just say stuff like that out loud...â He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. âWhat a pain. Whatever, thisâll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and theyâll forget all about me. Guess Iâll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldnât be too difficult.âÂ
Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you werenât gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.Â
âYou donât understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!â He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. âMy point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when theyâre already hooked on the fantasy of you.â
âExactly, a fantasy.â He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. âMeaning theyâll never get to know the real thing, so eventually theyâll get bored. You shouldnât work yourself up over this, kitten.âÂ
âYeah, but what if someone-âÂ
Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. âThey wonât. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare âem off. Problem solved.âÂ
You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.Â
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ok so itâs been 3 thousand years and i had the tabs with the tag games opened this entire time so itâs finally time to actually reply to them, and iâll put them all in one post cause i think my brain wonât let me tag that many people rn
10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tagsÂ
tagged by @kissporsche thank you!! now forgive me i will be desperately trying to remember any type of media that i know and characters in it that i might like (my mind - empty)
1. kinnporsche - pete (yes i will also start with an obvious one, idk if anyone noticed that i love pete but now you know that i love pete)
2. word of honor - gu xiang (sorry wkx for being second in my heart, but i think he would understand)
3. the untamed - nie huaisang (apparently currently in the moment, but fav cql character is always a tough question)
4. the devil judge - jung sunah (i support bisexual rights and i support bisexual wrongs)
5. tgcf - shi qingxuan (ignoring all the spoilers, they canât hurt me if i donât see them)
6. legend of fei - a-fei
7. the locked tomb - dulcinea/cytherea (listen-)
8. advance bravely - li zhenzhen (i had to)
9. love in the air - sky (he is my son and i havenât even watched it ksljadsa)
10. svsss - shang qinghua (based on the first book and memes)
i did it, i remembered fandoms, now moving on to
tropes tag gameÂ
tagged by @braceletofteeth thank you!!
found family or soulmates || slow burn or established but complicated || enemies-to-friends-to-lovers or best friends-to-lovers || love at first sight or get back together || morally grey character or unreliable narrator || sunshine character or sarcastic character || self-sacrificing or teamwork || fire-forged friends or childhood friends || description-heavy or dialogue-heavy || fluff or angst || high school au or college (professors) au || flower symbolism or color symbolism || hero from the start or reveal the hero near the end || body swap or gender swap || bed sharing or clothes sharing || magic au or human au || de-aged or future fic
đđ AUTUMN EDITION đđÂ
tagged by @misspoetree thank you! so smart of me to be doing this in almost the end of november oof
tea or hot chocolate, cozy books or halloween movies, plaid or corduroy (had to look this word up wow), foggy mornings or twinkly nights, orange or black, pumpkin or apple pie, wool or velvet, picking fruit or carving pumpkins, libraries or coffee shops, cinnamon or peanut butter, spooky or cozy halloween, candles or fairy lights
put your playlist on shuffleÂ
rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!Â
also tagged by @kissporsche thank you again!! the only issue is iâm currently using like three different services to listen to music so to keep it fair (to myself) iâm gonna take turns shuffling my likes/playlists on all three of them for this one ooof
1. fifteen minutes - mike krol (i know this is from steven universe klasjd)
2. dark (x-file) - (G)I-DLE
3. sorry, i love you - stray kids
4. clear ft. mothica (shawn wasabi remix) - pusher (i donât even know if the title is correct for this one)
5. give me your tmi - stray kids
6. mirror mirror - milli, f.hero, changbin of stray kids (i knew this one before and still didnât realise that this is what us danced to on the tour, can you believe it)
7. twisted - MISSIO
8. taste - stray kids (did it actually shuffle the songs tho?)
9. scream - dreamcatcher
10. love stuck - mother mother
okaaay, do iâm gonna tag some peeps here, but obviously only do it if you want, and only the one/s you want to do, no pressure, you know the drill: @vegasandhishedgehog @greenwitching @braceletofteeth @trueplainhearts @t4tvegaspete @sugarbabywenkexing @yilinglaozuhot @the-rat-king-shriggy @guzhu-furen @petesvegas
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đĄ Fave season // đˇ Junk food you can never get enough of
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đĄ Fave season: Autumn!! đI honestly can't stand summer heat and humidity (or just being hot in general) so I like how it finally gets cooler. And of course it's the season of Halloween, scary stories and horror films :D And apple cider (which I prefer more than pumpkin spice latte gasp).
đˇ Junk food you can never get enough of: I love roasted seaweed. My mom jokes that my early growth spurt was cause by how much I ate it as a kid. But what I discovered that's even better than regular roasted seaweed is tempura seaweed chips :3 especially if they're wasabi-flavored.
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â lemme hold that â || tokyo rev.
mha ver.
pairing:Â various x gn!reader
warnings: swearing, suggesting language, the word 'dick' said a million times, crack
note:Â i found the concept too funny to not do a tokyo revengers version - alsoooo iâve been sleeping on wakasa and izana...yeh we gon fix that moving forward lol hope you enjoy <333
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thinking of possessive!haitani brothers whoâd only let those who can beat them in a fight shoot their shot with you.
Despite many suitors that waltzed into your life claiming they were better company, it always ended the same wayâbroken bones and broken egos. Tonight was no different as lucky number seven tried it while you were topping off your drink. Either of them wouldâve done it for you no problem, but where was the fun in that? Especially with the shitload of looks you got during your walk from their section to the bar. Only a matter of seconds before some sorry sucker became the brothersâ entertainment for the night.
âOi. Twelve oâclock.â Rindou nudged his older half, jutting his chin in the direction of the prowling gigachad. âGet a load of this guy.â
Ran sized up the guy from over the rim of his glass. Good physique, clean shaven, styled like some haughty movie star, straight teeth and flashy jewelry to subtly showcase how fat his wallet is, no doubt. This one could be considered a worthy opponent, someone they could take their time toying with when they eventually swoop in to shut him down.
He snorted, setting down his drink. âWhatâs our move?â
Rindou clicked his tongue, tilting his head. âGive it a good three minutes, tops. Let him butter her up, pay for her drink maybe. If sheâs not feeling him, make our appearance and take the bastard out back.â
âHm,â Ran hummed, nodding. Then, his grin turned sharp. âAnd if she is feeling him?â
They both watched intently as you giggled away at whatever the guy just whispered in your ear, playfully shoving his shoulder while he flashed you an award-winning smile. The two brothers clenched their jaws at the display, that familiar venomous feeling bubbling in the pit of their stomachs and clawing up their chests. Ran appeared unbothered, aside from the unreasonably strong grip around his glass, while Rindou wore his irritation out on his sleeveâFurrowed brows, curled upper lip, stiffened shoulders that shook with adrenalineâThey were pissed. And they were thrilled.
Rindou cracked his neck. âWe make her watch.â
Even though they were certain youâd be upset having to witness another violent display of their devotion, it would surely pass. This was merely a reminder that no one could take better care of you than they could. It was a necessary evil, something they knew riled you up in the best wayâWhy else would you continue entertaining these bozos, right in front of them?
Ran nodded once more, releasing the glass that now sported a small crack on the side. âCouldnât agree more, otouto.â
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â block boy â || tokyo rev.
parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]
warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ranâs, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think thatâs it.
notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is âwhat it isâ. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldnât get âem out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lolÂ
notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when theyâre not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (â˘3â˘>)
tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen
âDid the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?â
When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.
Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasnât for the weak.
You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. âWell?â
One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, âI-It was an honest mistakeâŚwe thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-â
âB-BâBullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes werenât trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didnât check the back of the goddamn trucks!â
You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guyâs head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasnât as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.
âYouâre gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your âmistakeâ by the end of today, or Iâm gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!â Mikey cleared his throat.
You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. âOh! Jiro, baby, I didnât hear you come in.â
ââs okay..â he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. âDidnât want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.â
You playfully rolled your eyes. âJust doing a little âhousekeepingâ until you got enough rest, thatâs all.â
He slowly nodded, lips pursed. âCouldâve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.â
âYou do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didnât try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue workingâWe both know Iâm the only one around here who can keep you in check.â
He couldnât argue with that.
âMm.. canât say you donât fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.â
Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldnât help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldnât have it any other way.
Speaking of which.. Mikey couldnât help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.
Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.
âMatter of fact.. think âm still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour fâme? Or two?â
The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasnât sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but thatâs besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.
Well, consider the waters tested.
âYouâre not really an undercover cop, are you?â
Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasnât the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. âItâs something illegal, isnât it?â
He couldnât bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.
â.. forgive me..â he croaked, bowing his head.
He felt sick to his stomach, he couldnât bear the thought of you despising him, but heâd honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him againâŚ
However, what he didnât expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.
Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroadâOne side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasnât hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.
âThis doesnât change how I feel about you, Hitto.â
Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. âW-what?â
You coyly tilted your head, âTo be honest, I always figured there was somethingâŚoff about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-â
âNever.â His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.
âI know. Youâre much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,â you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, âsafe to say I was on the right track.â
Kakucho hesitated. âAnd that doesnâtâŚput you off?â
âThat youâre a thug?â He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didnât need to worry.
With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.
Kakuâs jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasnât going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldnât believe you were thereâThat you wanted to stay.
The ravenetteâs breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each otherâs mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:
âAlways wanted to be a ride or die.â
It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.
Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyoâs most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured itâd be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Manâs mustâve forgot who he was.
When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.
It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemyâs throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasnât sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldnât care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldnât let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.
âP-Please! I-if you let me go, youâll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-â
âOh, câmon, whereâs your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said youâd do to me once you killed my husband? Canât seem to put my finger on itâŚHaru, darling, do you recall?â
Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, âSaid heâd âFuck you raw on top of my corpseâ.â
You winked. âBingo. Thank you, handsome.â
âWelcome, gorgeous.â
The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.
âGuess that didnât go according to plan, aw.â You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry âFuck youâ in his final efforts of showing dominance. âOo, thereâs that passion we were missing!~ Letâs see how much more I can carve outta yo-â
Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, âAlright, [_____], playtimeâs over. We gotta haul ass.â
You pouted. âBut, we didnât get to fuck on top of his corpse...â
Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldnât help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. Youâve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized thatâs for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.
Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.
âNext time, pretty baby.â
You huffed. âFine.â
Without hesitation, you strummed the manâs throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzuâs spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurantâs back exit.
Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. âWhat?â
âYouâre getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?â
He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. âSweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.â
âYou good, ma?â A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.
That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.
âI am now,â you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.
âMissed me that bad, huh.â You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husbandâs that made you weak in the kneesâhis undivided attention. âBored?â
âSo fucking bored,â you whined, tugging on his lapels. âThese things are always such a drab..â
Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. âYa sure thatâs what has you so out of it?â
You tilted yours, confused. He continued, âYouâre not as subtle as you think you are. Youâve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you werenât dripping all over the damn floorââ
âShut up,â you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. âYouâre so irking...â
âYeah?â
âYes. If you knew I was horny, I couldâve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.â
âHm, almost as if I was doing something important, likeâŚâ he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, âworking.â
You huffed, âIâm important tooâŚdo me.â
Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. ââcourse you are, baby. Didnât know it would go for this long, âm sorry.â
âThen, how âbout you and I take a littleâŚsmoke break,â you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, itâs futile when your husband clicks his tongue.
âNo can do. Kakuchoâs still not over the last time we took a âsmoke breakâ together.â
âHeâs not? Seriously? We werenât even gone for that long!â
He raised a brow. â[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.â
You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, âI know, I know. Poor thing canât go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.â
âShut up..!â You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.
Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. Thereâs nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.
And he knew how much you hated doing that.
âTen minutes.â
He sighed. â[_____]âŚâ
âFive minutes?â
âWe canât-â
âA minute, god, I donât even have to finish, Rin, please.â You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didnât do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. MaybeâŚsparing just a few minutes wouldnât hurt.
Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldnât see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you werenât the only one who was needy.
Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, âYouâre gonna be the death of me, yâknow that?â
Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.
âBetter me than Kaku.â
âLike Iâve already explained to you, Officer. My husbandâs been here all day. Dunno if youâve noticed, but he canât exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.â
Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shootersâŚ
Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.
âMhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if heâs been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldnât have her answering the front door.â He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.
You worked your jaw, annoyed. âIn the shower.â
âHow convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?â
âYou can assume whatever you want, it doesnât change my answer. Heâs been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if youâll excuse me, Iâve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.â
âNow, hold onââ
Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like thatâŚblissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pigâs flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.
You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. âYou tell âem, baby.â
However, that silence didnât last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.
â[S/n], donât touch daddy right nowâŚhe stinks.â
Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.
âThatâs âcause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,â he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. âBut, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didnât she?â
âYea!â [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smileâRan noticed. He always did.
âYeah.. weâre real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever weâre in trouble.. right, mama?â
Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.
Remorse.
Ran didnât like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family⌠You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wallâŚItâs a miracle how you havenât packed up and left him yetâŚ
And he thanks his lucky stars that you havenât.
With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. âI donât know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-â
âFor the record, tonight wasnât exactly my fault-â
â-and I donât care. I justâŚâ
Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if thatâs what got him in your good graces againâŚbut it doesnât come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.
Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.
Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, âIâm just glad youâre home.â
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â the fuck-it list â || hq! pt. 2
one || three
synopsis:Â thereâs a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed âfuckableâ with theories as to what theyâd be like in bed. itâs all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.Â
pairing:Â various x gn!reader [ hinata, bokuto, kuroo ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, hinataâs is SUPER long lol mild objectification, bo and kurooâs are criminally the shortest ones iâve written so far ugh (but they get the point across), and I think thatâs it :D
notes: first of all, can i just say THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH âĄâĄâĄ i did not expect that headcanon to blow up, so i will do my very best to make the following ones just as juicy and entertaining for y'all :))) special thanks to @melanatedkink for helping out with this, she helps bring out my inner whore lol hope you guys enjoy !!
notes ii: didn't want the situations to get too repetitive, so these may take me a little longer for the other characters i do in the future, but i appreciate the love and patience for the series thus far !!! you guys are awesome
tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy
HINATA knew all about the list. Being the social butterfly he was, it would be impossible for the topic not to come up in conversation, especially since a lot of his friends were on it. He found it interesting, to say the least, but never really took the whole thing too seriously. It was just for shits and giggles after all, right?
During a water break in the gym, Hinata aimed for his mouth while squeezing the bottle. Most made it inside, but the rest dripped down his chin. Thinking nothing of it, the spiker used the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face dry, be it water or sweat. And even though it was for a split second, it was more than enough time for the damage to be done to the hearts of those chilling up by the railing on the first level. Beneath the LEDs, in all their sinful glory, were Shoyo Hinataâs nipple piercings.Â
The gates of heaven have opened, and the choir sings a hymn. But, along came Satan, as he rubbed his seedy hands together in mischief. The groupies were shellshocked and knew they must alert the masses, eyeing their prey all the way until the end of practice. This caught the attention of a certain blonde setter, who brought it to Hinataâs attention right off the bat as they cleaned up the court.
âOi. Donât wanna alarm ya or anythinâ, butâŚthose spectators up there been eye-ballinâ you for quite a while. Could be trouble.â
The tangerine gave a confused grin, looking over his shoulder in their direction. Sure enough, their eyes never wavered, not even after being caught. However, he merely shrugged it off. âItâs probably nothing.â
Atsumu hummed, skeptically. Though, he didnât push it any further.
Once they were dismissed and sent to the showers, by the time Hinata was done he'd be the only one left in the locker room. He had to take his time and be extra careful not to bump his piercings, still kinda sensitive. Kageyama offered to stay behind so they could walk back together, "HINATA-BOKE, HURRY UP BEFORE I LEAVE YOUR SLOW ASS IN HERE."
But, Hinata politely declined. "SUCK A DICK, BAKAYAMA. I'm going over [_____]'s tonight, so go on ahead!"
With a nod, the stoic setter took his leave. "Cool. Tell 'em I said hey. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow!"
And then, all was quiet.
The only sounds filling the space were the running water, his humming, and the flickering overhead lights. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, Hinata heard the sound of his phone ringing in his bag. His tired expression soon melted into joy at the cheesy love song he used as your ringtone.
Pressing the answer button, Hinata greeted you with his face all in the camera, and a bright, "Hi, [_____]!!~ You here already?"
Your eyes were on the road but you grinned, adoringly. "Hi, Sho. And, no, almost there though. I stopped by the canteen to grab some dinner. Know how hungry you get after practice."
"Mmm, starved. You're an angel, angel."
Staying on the call as he changed, the two of you conversed about each other's day as normal. However, when the topic of those groupies eventually came up, it instantly made you tense. Even though most of his fans were harmless, there were still a few rotten apples in the bunch that made you wary. "God, donât tell me they asked you to spike their ass like a ball again."
Hinata snorted, throwing on a clean shirt, "That wasn't me, remember? That was Sakusa-san. Never seen him look so horrified." You laughed, having recalled. "But, according to 'tsumu-san, they hardly took their eyes off me tonight.â
âThatâs old news, babe. Those vultures are always watching you.â
âNot always-â
"ALWAYS." You affirmed, pulling up to the building. Parking outside the doors, you teasingly said, "We can continue talking about how wrong you are in the car, Iâm outside. And hurry, the food's gonna get cold."
"Yes, boss," he chuckled, gathering up his things. Throwing the duffle over his shoulder, Hinata made haste for the lobby, making sure to turn the lights off behind him. âSee you in a minute, sunshine.~â
With that he hung up, walking with a spring in his step. He had a surprise for you, and couldnât wait to finally show them off later. Now that the piercings had healed enough, Hinata couldnât fight the obscene images clouding his mind of all the things youâd do once you saw them. It made him dizzy just thinking about itâŚ
Unfortunately, someone would beat him to the punch. Or, more specifically, something.
âShoyo Hinata. 5â6ft sweetheart, and a ball of energy whoâll light up any room he walks into. He may look all innocent, but clearly, weâve been underestimating him. Kinda has everyone wondering what other piercings he may be hidingâŚand where.~ What he may lack in height, he makes up for in girth. Expect to go for several rounds back to back, âcause heâs got STAMINA. This man will also be very vocalâTalk you through an orgasm, how good you make him feel, dirty-talk, begging, you name itâHe is BIG on communication. He's also a cuddler, after-care will be disgustingly sweet, and pillow talk will be a must. 100/10.â
Wow. You suspected those parasites were up to no good, but never wouldâve expected this. The picture attached to the thread was of your boyfriend, mid-air from blocking a ball, with his arms straight up. As he was coming down, his shirt was coming up, exposing his whole torso. It was a little blurry, but whoever took the photo zoomed in enough to where you could easily make out the silver on his nipples.
You pursed your lips, uncertain on how to feel. On one hand, you were kinda annoyed they, let alone the whole campus, got to see them before you even knew about them. But, on the horny handâŚ
âHey, gorgeous!â Hinata exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. He had opened the back door, and threw his bag on the seat before eagerly joining you in the front. Leaning across the console to give you a kiss, he was taken aback when you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. âMmm?â
You gave him a blank look, making him a little nervous. He was just on the phone with you and things were totally fine, what couldâve possibly changed in the five minutes it took him to get to the car? Hinata didnât have to ponder for long, though. Not when you used that very same finger to hook around his collar, yanking it downward. He yelped, pulling away in the last second, but his reflexes couldnât save him this time.
You confirmed it with your own eyes now.
âI uhââŚT-Those areâŚ,â he spluttered, scratching his cheek. You happily watched him squirm, arms crossed with a knowing grin on your face. Hinata sweat-dropped. âI-I was gonna t-tell you, I swear, but I wanted them to heal a little before I did, so that you couldâŚâ
âCould what, Sho?â
His face was pure vermilion. With a huff, Hinata whined, âHowâd you even find out? I had a whole thing planned and everything! Was it Bakayama? Did he tell you?? Dammit, I knew I shouldâve asked someone else to come with me to the appointment!â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âNo, it wasnât Kageyama. I told you so, those vultures are always watching.â
âHuh?â
âIâll tell you later. For now,â you reached over again, this time with both hands as lithe fingertips slid underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, trailing up the smooth skin until you brushed against the perked nubs. Hinata twitched, immediately biting back a moan as you began teasing them at once. If he got any redder, heâd surely pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Luckily, it was also rushing elsewhere. âLetâs hurry and get you back to mineâs, hm?"
"...S-So I uhn," he keened when you lightly tugged on one, hand reflexively grabbing your wrist, but not to stop you. His eyes fluttered as he let you feel him up as much as you pleased, mouth hung open as he began panting like a dog. "...I take it y-you like them, then?"
"Oh, baby, I love 'em. Best investment ever, honestly. Can't wait to put them in my mouth," you sighed dreamily, gently pinching to elicit a moan from the ginger. Music to your ears. From the look on his face, he could probably cum from this feeling alone. You pulled away at the thought, smirking as he instantly began protesting.
"Aht, not so fast, we still gotta eat. But, don't worry. You'll get your dessert."
Homie nodded so quick, you were sure he gave himself whiplash. Adorable.
By the end of a very long night full of debauchery, you eventually told him about the list and how exactly you found out about the piercings. And you know what? He couldnât even be mad. At least it wasn't Kageyama.
âOh! He says âheyâ by the way.â
Now, BOKUTO thought he knew about the list. But after the wholeâŚmisunderstanding with Akaashi, it turned out he knew absolutely nothing. Granted, how he felt about it didnât really change after his friends spent over an hour explaining it to him. If anything, it fueled his distaste for it even more. When he showed up on your doorstep looking absolutely distraught, fat tears rolling down his face as he proclaimed his unwavering devotion to you, you only needed one guess.Â
âKotaro Bokuto. 6â2ft of GAWD DAMN. He's sweet, confident, and R E S P E C T F U L?? We love a triple threat. Not to mention how MASSIVE he is, and donât even get me started on his ass. Would literally be unable to keep my hands to myself, just saying. Like how you see him dominate the volleyball court, the same could be said for the bedroom, without a doubt. Bokuto loves to give, but heâs also a taker. Definitely gives off Switch with service Dom tendencies. Plus heâs greedy. He doesnât care if you already came four times, give him some more!!! â/10. He is beyond the standard. Argue with the wall.âÂ
You remembered reading it while taking a break from studying, merely brushing it off. It was only a matter of time heâd end up on their radar, you had prepared for it since the list first started circulating around campus. Frankly, you had completely forgotten about it; up until now.Â
âKo, baby, please calm down-â
âI donât care how many people wanna touch my ass! They canât have it, itâs for you to touch and nobody else!âÂ
You quickly pulled him into your room before he screamed any more embarrassing stuff in the hallway, knowing your neighbors probably recognized his voice by now. The last thing you wanted was another noise complaint, your RA already despised his visits enough to consider banning him altogetherâWhether or not they had the authority, youâd rather not find out today.Â
Once behind the safety of a closed door, the behemoth of a man came crashing down to his knees, arms circling around your midriff as he buried himself in your stomach. You jumped slightly as your room shook from the sudden action, deeply exhaling in order to reconfigure your thinning patience. Taking a page from Akaashiâs book, you knew getting snippy with Bokuto while he was in this state would only worsen it, so you approached cautiously.Â
âKo,â you cooed, reaching down to caress his deflated hair. He sniffled, hugging you closer in response. Gently, you pushed him far enough to see his face, wiping away the tears as you offered him a soft smile. âLook at me, do I look upset to you?â
Bokuto took a moment to search your eyes, then shook his head.
âExactly. Which means you donât need to be, youâve done nothing wrong. Now stand up, Iâm sure that drop hurt your knees, didnât it?âÂ
He sniffled once more, then nodded. Slightly embarrassed, Bokuto stumbled back up to his full height, and sure enough, his knees were red. You tsked, gesturing to your desk chair for him to sit on while you fetched an ice pack from your fridge.Â
âAlthough I appreciate the reassurance, I already knew you were on the list, babe.âÂ
Bokutoâs head shot up from looking at the floor, mood instantly doing a one-eighty as he gaped at you in shock. âHUH? Why didnât you say anything to me about it?â
âI didnât think you cared,â you replied, chuckling. âItâs been up for weeks. I figured you saw it and just ignored it, or something. Besides, Iâve gotten used to people openly expressing their attraction to you, so it wasnât anything new.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have to get used to it! People need to respect our relationship, no matter how fantastic I am!âÂ
You snorted, but couldnât help the chuckle. Returning with an ice pack, you kneeled by his legs and placed the cooling relief upon the irritated skin. âMm, you are pretty fantastic. But, I donât mind the attention you get, Ko. Because I know Iâm the lucky one who gets you all to myself.âÂ
Bokuto beamed down at you, lower lip quivering at the praise.Â
Effortlessly, he swooped you up from the floor and held you in his lap, the ice pack long forgotten as it slipped out your hands. With a loving squeeze, Bokuto nuzzled into the side of your neck, forcing soft giggles out of you from the ticklish feeling as you hugged him back. You felt so warm in his embrace, and he smelled like home. Even if youâd never say such corny things out loud, the way you melted in his arms was enough for him to know exactly how you felt; it was mutual.
"Plus, you can get a bit intense. They wouldn't last the night."
"Hey, hey, hey, you got that right," Bokuto grinned, smugly. "No one could ever handle me as well as you do, baby owl..." he purred, warm breath fanning over the skin of your shoulder, signaling goosebumps up your arms. You hummed in thought, snuggling in closer, whilst also not-so-accidentally grinding back against the flag pole in his sweats. He grunted, hips jerking upward in surprise.
"Hm, I dunno. It's been a while, I may have forgotten how."
Bokuto chuckled at the tease, the vibrations deep within his chest as he squeezed you a little tighter. You bit your lip to hold in your giddiness as his large hands began to wander, feeling a different kind of warmth as he began to overwhelm your senses. Trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to the side of your face, he playfully nipped at your cheek, eliciting a tiny squeal from you as you wiggled in his hold. And doing so only made you grind back on him even more.
His breathing grew heavier with each passing second, letting out a guttural groan before he flipped you around, making you straddle him. To anyone else, experiencing his sudden mood changes would've given them whiplash. Just moments prior, he'd been on his knees, crying with his head buried in your stomach like it was the end of the world. Now, he looked about five seconds from being on his knees for a different reason. For you, it was just another Wednesday.
"That so? How 'bout I remind you then?"
KUROO thought the list was the most hilarious thing to ever occur on campus, hands down one of his go-to's for entertainment when heâs bored.Â
Like right now.Â
The lecture dragged on for what felt like forever, the professor mumbling about absolutely nothing of value as everyone in the class busied themselves with whatever would keep them awake. Some played games on their laptops pretending to take notes, while others blatantly chatted with their deskmates.
With an airpod in, Kuroo had you on facetime in the corner of his screen so that you could keep each other company while he scrolled through social media, and you put away dishes. You tried to convince him to leave the class early, "Clearly you aren't paying attention, so you might as well."
"Unfortunately, he only counts attendance if you sign your name on the exit sheet at the very end of the lecture. So leaving early's out of the question." He muttered. You hummed in understanding, then chortled.
"Oh. Sucks to be you, then."
Kuroo glared half-heartedly at you, but it completely softened at the sound of your laughter, despite it being at his expense. He kissed his teeth after checking the time, mildly annoyed that he still had less than ten minutes. âWhyâd you even take the course if you couldnât care less about it?â
âI needed another elective. AndâŚKenma was the one who recommended it. Said itâd be an easy pass.â
âAnd you believed him?â Cue another round of your laughter.
He grumbled, off-screen for you but clearly pouting as he chose to ignore your question. No matter, his silence was answer enough.
With a mere shake of your head, you continued putting away dishes on your end. Kuroo, on the other hand, found himself stumbling upon something that perked him up instantly. After refreshing the feed for more mindless content, the user-handle he knew all too well showed itself like a beacon of hope, beckoning him with the promise of filling the next ten minutes with something way more interesting thanâŚwhatever this class was about.
@/FckIt22.
After the last fiasco with Bokuto, then later on Kenma, the ravenette contemplated blocking them. As golden as those situations were, something told him that deep down he could be next. But, it was days like this he was glad he didnât. His boredom was becoming unbearableâŚand it was so tempting. What harm could it do to look at this one little updaââHAH?!â
âTetsurou Kuroo. 6â2ft gentleman that youâd proudly take home to mom, and even get your fatherâs approval. With his charm and roguish good looks, it's no wonder his reputation screams 'playboy'. But, he canât fool me. I know what he is. A whole SUB, no sandwich. Iâm sure being as tall as he is, and how he carries himself, people automatically assume heâs a Dom. False. If youâre looking to be dominated, keep looking. Kuroo wants to be babied, told heâs a good boy, and edged until he nearly passes out. Definitely a little brat, but his hair defies gravity for a reason, PULL ON IT. Boss him around, take control, and watch him literally melt in your hands. 8/10 because he's also a stubborn mofo. Literally would pay to see this man cry from overstimulation ugh.âÂ
Kuroo shot out of his seat, practically piercing right through the air of humdrum. He not only startled you, but the entire lecture hall including the professor. Comically slapping a hand over his mouth, Kurooâs face immediately began to burn from not only his outburst but also at the fact that his karma came way sooner than he was prepared for...
He wanted nothing more than for the ceiling to collapse on him and him only.
âTetsu?? Are you okay, what happened?? Hello??â
"U-Uh, I'll call you back." He squeaked, double-tapping his airpod to end the call.
The professor crossed his arms, "Mr. Tetsurou. I understand that my lecture may not be the most enjoyable part of your day, but I would appreciate it if you endured it for just," the professor checks his watch, "six more minutes. Is that alright with you?"
Before he could even open his mouth to give an excuse, a chorus of vibrations, dings, and whistles from various phones instantly made the business major shrivel up. Next thing he knew, what used to be a room full of the undead was now livelier than ever before. Kuroo could feel every single one of their searing gazes; like being an insect under a microscope.
"Bro, this you?" A student sitting behind him leaned forward, phone in hand as he shoved it in Kuroo's face. The picture stared back at him, smugly grinning and shirtless as he ironically thirst-trapped the camera. Out of all the picturesâŚ
He internally cringed. "U-Uhh..."
"Please, everyone settle down, so we can continue-" The professor attempted to redirect focus, but he had already lost it way before all this happened. A few more students jumped straight into bombarding him with questions, eager to push for more info now that this supposed new side of him had been revealed.
âWhoa, how much of this is true??â
âKuroo-san, Iâll happily baby you!~â
âAw man, thought for sure youâd be the type to take control, not give it up. What a bummer. No offense.â
He absolutely took offense to that.
With no help from the professor, as he tried and failed to recollect everyone's attention, Kuroo thought of the next best course of action to get him out of this sticky situation. Jumping out a two-story window didn't sound so bad, and the broken bones would be a great distraction from the suffocating feeling of public humiliation.
In the midst of all the theories and queries being thrown at him from every angle, his phone went off multiple times. Mostly from you, but the rest were no doubt the groupchat clowning him once they caught wind of the news. The guys weren't gonna let him live this one down, that's for certain. And to make matters worse...he still had four long minutes left in the class.
He exhaled, "Should've blocked 'em when I had the chance..."
Gathering up his stuff, Kuroo used his long legs to evade the ever-growing crowd of prodding students, all most likely not even caring about the post itself, but more so just wanting to kill class time; he refused to be a scapegoat.
Marching right up to the professor, who gave up trying to round up the class, the rooster-head mustered up the most pathetic look possible to evoke sympathy outta the wrinkly man. "Hey, so uh⌠may I please be excused a little early for this one time, sir? I'd really hate to be such a distraction from your insightful lecture-"
"Just go, Mr. Tetsurou." Didn't need to tell him twice.
As soon as he made it to your dorm, you could imagine his shock that his friends were already there, waiting as if they knew he'd come running straight to you. You offered him a teasing grin, shrugging as you said, âThey came forâŚemotional support.â
He didn't know if he was mortified or mortifiedâYaku, Yamamoto, Bokuto, Akaashi, hell, even Kenma rolled out of bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito and all, just to see the look on his best friend's face. He grinned, sardonically, then patted the empty spot on the couch right next to him. "Welcome to the club. We've been expecting you."
Oh, he was definitely blocking that godforsaken list now. And finding a new elective.
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â BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DONâT BREAK IT â
synopsis: they canât handle how your hips move the way they do.
pairing: various x fem!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think thatâs it - feel free to let me know if Iâve missed anything!
notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333
âShake it from your waist down.â
Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, itâd be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.
If you even slowed down for a moment, heâd buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.
âjesusâfuck.. jusâ like that..j-jusâ like that baby, shit.. use me, câmon, fuckinâ use me!â
His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.
You scoffed. âDonât remember.. giving youâuhnshit!âŚg-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..â
Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. Itâs not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.
Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.
âOh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonnaâhah!â
Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you couldâve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that heâs worth until he got worked up again for another round.
It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long heâd last; hips too lethal.
(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)
â
âMargarita got a bitch on ten.â
Shouldâve known better than to leave you alone for this long.
With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, itâs no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that youâd already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasnât his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one heâs been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.
Heâd kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.
Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing couldâve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.
âLetâs do it on the couch over there. Wanâ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boyâŚâ
Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?
His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.
The audience youâve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldnât look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dickâA spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.
Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in BenjaminsâA whole performance.
God bless Margaritas.
(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo
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â lemme hold that â || mha
pairing: pro hero 3 x gn!reader
warnings:Â swearing, suggesting language, crack
note: i donât know why the only motivation i have to write for mha are these texts/smau buuutâŚiâm not mad it at lol hope you enjoy!
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12:34am â manjiro sano
Honestly, he shouldâve seen it coming.
As soon as they were situated in a secluded area of the quaint, little ramen bar they occasionally visited, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldnât relent until it revealed itself. The next thing MIKEY knew, right after the server placed steaming food on the table and left the room, a gaggle of low-rate thugs came barreling in, guns drawn and aimed practically in his face with misplaced confidence. He didnât even flinch, just set his chopsticks back down with a slow exhale through his nose.
âCan I at least eat a little before you try to kill me?â Mikey muttered, disinterested gaze briefly scanning over the opposition, sizing them up. Wack.
âYour last mealâs finna be this bullet, asshole. This what happens when you fuck with the Tokyo Vipers. We donât care how tough you are, youâre gonna pay for what you did to Boss Nakashima!â
âWho?â Clearly, not the response they were looking for.
A stand-off commenced, his executives quick to pull out their own weapons, choosing a target with full intent to kill. The one guy focused on Mikey remained adamant to land one right between his eyes, resolve unshakable even with two or three guns aimed back at him. Heâd give the idiots credit for boldness. Not everyday does the common thug grow the balls to try something with Bonten.
Unfortunately, they chose the wrong night to chase retribution.
âM-ManjiroâŚwhatâs happening?â
At the meek sound of your voice, he subtly reached for you under the table. You practically shook like a leaf, doe-eyes wide at the sight of a gun aimed at your lover with hands raised high as if you were also to blameâDefinitely not the âsimple night outâ you anticipated when he invited you to tag along. It was his own fault really, thinking simple was ever an option when it came to his reputation, not even for a night.
âA-Are they gonna kill us?â You cried, scooting closer to lean against his frame for more comfort. It made him relax a smidge, taking it as a good sign. âPlease, j-just name your price, whatever the number, and itâs yours! You donât have to do this-â
âUnless your money can bring back the dead, sweetheart, you can shove it up your ass!â
Mikey felt you jolt. Sparing you a side glance, his thumb caressed your thigh in small, reassuring circles. His poor baby, must be scared out of your mind. The blonde wanted nothing more than to shatter every bone in the bastards who put such an expression on your face.
âLet my girl step out. This doesnât involve her.â
âThe bitch stays. Want âer to watch you die.â The assailant hissed, thrusting the gun forward to bump against Mikeyâs forehead.
His brow twitched in annoyance, grip around your thigh tightening ever so slightly as his mind filled with various ways to snap the guyâs arm without you bearing witness. The last thing Mikey wanted was you being afraid of him. You were a slice of normalcy in his chaotic life. Call him selfish, but he wanted you to stick around despite the ugly parts of it, hoping to hide it for as long as he could. Evidently, it was short-lived.
He knew he didnât deserve it. You were too pure for a tainted soul like his, too soft for someone whoâd been hardened by life, tooâ
âBitch? â
The whole room came to a halt.
All eyes had flicked over to you, uncertain if that bone-chilling tone came out of such a meek little thing, who not even seconds ago was visibly trembling. Now you were still as stone, delicate features no longer consumed by fear but contempt as you stared down the man with a slight tilt in your head. Even with tears clinging to your lashes, it was very unsettling.
You gave a hollowed chuckle. âOh, you got me fucked up.â
The assailant blinked. âWha-?â
âShut up, let me tell you something,â you abruptly stood, nearly giving the Bonten men heart palpitations, fearing your next sudden move might be your last. Mikey, however, merely watched in stunned silence, hand that comforted you now hovering awkwardly as he blinked up at you. Jabbing a finger into the manâs chest, you hissed, âYou can come up in here waving guns all you want, but Iâll be damned if some limped-dick, broke motherfucker calls me out my name.â
He gaped, then fixed his mouth to threaten you. âSit your ass down before I make you regret ever meeting this scumbag, you littleââ
With a quickness, you swing with a crisp thwack! to the side of his head. The room clamored about, even Mikey found himself blinking rapidly at not only your swiftness, but your audacity. With the opposition aiming their guns on you immediately, the executives instantly jetted their attention over to Mikey to gauge his reaction. He remained visual unnerved, save for the slight drop in his jaw.
âSHITâFUCK,â the man yowled, stumbling back. With his ear ringing, vision blurring with tears, it was a wonder where you kept all that unbridled strength. Was this the same person who feared for their life not even moments ago? When he clumsily regained composure, he looked at you utterly stunned. âDââŚDid you just fucking slap me? Have you lost your mind, you crazyâ?!â
You raised your hand, making him flinch. âSay it again. I dare you.â
Flabbergasted. Shockandawe. Slightly aroused?
That was the consensus of every gun-wielder in the room, some more than others unable to mask the evident thrill from hearing such vulgar and venomous words drip from such a pretty mouthâŚMikey being the first in line. Manâs still gawked with a glint in his eye that could only be described as carnal; since when had his kitten grown claws?
âGYAT.â Ran winced, then gave a snicker. That smack alone bounced off the walls, he just knew that had to smart. âShake it off, buddy, shake it off.â
Sanzu, with a cackle, exclaimed, âHit âem again!â earning a glare from the aggravated assailant, his gun now pointed at you and no longer on Mikey.
Kakucho grew anxious, the others just as on edge. If they didnât take action soon, someone was bound to get trigger-happy. The situation was already unpredictable as is, but with your newfound attitude, things were sure to escalate fast. He gruffly voiced, âBoss, whatâs our move?âŚBoss?â
Said blonde paid no kinds of attention.
Head void of any thought aside from your angelic form beneath the soft lighting standing your ground without an ounce of fear, one would think Mikey was in a trance. His bleak stare practically singed right through you, calculative as he watched your pristine facade unravel bit by bitâSuch vicious words filled with vinegar and oil, a contrast to your usual peaches and cream, such discourtesy when youâre normally so well-mannered.
How long had you been hiding this side from him?
Mikey thought he had you figured out, from the moment you crossed paths he was certain heâd taint you, the walking cliche of a spoon-fed daddyâs girl who wouldnât harm a fly, who dated bad boys just to feel something. But now? He wanted nothing more than to unravel you further, leaving you raw and exposed to reveal the devil horns youâd kept hidden behind a false halo.
And frankly, he wouldnât mind an audience.
âMikey.â Kakucho urged.
Said blonde hummed in acknowledgment, eyes lazily trailing off you and back at his number three, seemingly distracted. With a wordless exchange, he sighed. Just as things were getting interesting⌠Mikey reached up and gave the back of your thigh a tender squeeze. You turned to look at him, seething as you rebelled against his silent command. Oh, heâll enjoy fucking that attitude out of you later.
âSit down, [_____]. Think youâve made your point.â
You sneered. âLike hell! My pointâs been made when I have this dickhead crawling on his knees, begging for mercyâ!â
Before you knew it, youâre grabbed by your thigh and pulled down into his lap. You yelped, arms instinctively shooting out to grab onto something until you landed with a small oof!
As you opened your mouth to protest, your breath hitched and the words catch in your throat at the cool feeling of Mikeyâs gun now nudging against your clit through the lace of your underwear. A shutter ran through your body. Thankfully, your little display was enough cover for him to swiftly grab it from his side, playing it off as if he were restraining you.
He leaned in to speak low in your ear. âCover your ears, baby.â
Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin, warmth simmering in the pit of your stomach from both frustration and excitement. Doing as youâre told, you pressed hands into your ears but kept your gaze on the offender in front of you. He was yelling about something, booming voice muffled but no doubt throwing out more threats. His group began to shrink within themselves once the severity of the situation caught up with them, and the odds no longer looked to be in their favor. You almost felt sorry for them; almost.
Before the poor bastard even knew what hit him, the smoking barrel of Mikeyâs .45 was the last thing he saw before he hit the cold, hard floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. And just like that, bullets rained from every angle on your side of the room, bodies piling up one after the other until none were left standing. As quick as they came, there they wentâNothing more than stains on what was an originally calm evening.
Your heart pounded in your chest. Mikey could feel it elsewhere.
With his free hand having rested on your inner thigh, thumb dangerously close to where his pistol once was, he could feel a subtle pulse in your clit from the thrilling experience. While his men busied themselves cleaning up the scene, gathering corpses and making disposal arrangements, there was nothing left to distract him from prodding.
âIt appears Iâve underestimated you. What other sides have you kept hidden from me, I wonder.â He said, tilting his head.
You whimpered as his thumb pressed against your throbbing little button, biting your lip before replying, âI-I just donât like.. being talked to that wayâŚâ
Mikey hummed, nosing at your jaw. âMy sweet girl. She got her feelings hurt, hm?â
It was hard to concentrate with him playing with you beneath the table in front of his subordinates, spreaking low and softly as he littered your sensitive spots with nips and warm kisses. With the little sanity you had left, you nodded. To your horror, you moaned quite loudly when he breached past your underwear to slip two fingers inside of you with ease thanks to your flooding arousal. But, you got over it the second he immediately curled them to hit that spongey area of your walls with a precision that nearly made you see stars.
âYour words, [_____]. You had a lot to say earlier, what happened?â
You gripped his forearm for dear life, jaw dropping as your legs subconsciously spread to give him better access. âY-Yes!â
He cooed, arm flexing as he pushed his fingers deeper while his thumb stimulated your clit. Your back arched off his front, other hand reaching out to grip the table as you whined shamelessly at the ceiling. Neither of you paid any mind to where you were, or whomever watched, too caught up in the moment. Food had long gone cold and forgotten, bullet fragments scattered at your feet and blood splattered all on the walls. Even with his stomach growling angrily, all he could focus on was devouring you. ââm sorry, baby. Let me make it all better.â
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tokyo revengers boys when their horny but their s/o is too busy to deal with their shit?
(u can add bonten-)
aye aye, anon! 𫡠needy men are my favorite flavor 𤤠thank you so much for your patience, and requesting âĄâĄâĄ
pairing:Â tr x gn!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. cursing, vague descriptions of sex, teasing, mild nipple-play, empty threats, crack!fic coded behavior, a tiny pinch of barely-there angst in mikeyâs with a hint of misogyny, and i think thatâs it :D feel free to lemme know if i missed anything!
notes: something about this request screamed sano to me, and maybe even throw sanzu in the mix for a little treat ( Ë ÂłË). also may have strayed a little from the original plot of the request, but the premise is fairly the same >:)) hope you enjoy !!
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âGet outta there.â
Though your tone sounded stern, your demeanor remained placid as you continued typing on your laptop, making no move to actually stop the hands from creeping inside your sweater. You were well aware of their destination, and it was anything but harmless. SHINICHIRO was latched onto you the moment he arrived at your place, excited to spend his day off alone with you, and away from the prying eyes of his siblings for once. Rarely did the two of you get alone time due to your conflicting schedules, savoring the moments you did get without outward distractions in the way.
Things were going great for the most partâŚuntil your boss decided to dump busywork into your email, last minute.
ââŚtell âem to go fuck himself, so you can focus on fucking me,â Shinichiro grumbled into your shoulder, calloused hands feeling up your chest with slow, deliberate touches. You chortled, masking the small moan that nearly slipped out when he gently grazed your nipples.
âGood idea, Shin. But wait, oh shoot, fucking you wonât exactly pay my bills, now will it? So, knock it off.â
âWho says it wonât? Iâll pay your bills for the next month, hell, the next six months, if it means youâll let me just stick it in, baby, please..â
You hissed through your teeth at the small pinch he gave your sensitive nubs, dick damn-near throbbing against your lower back as he rutted against you. Shouldâve known sitting on his lap while you worked would backfire, poor thingâs so wound up, you felt a little bad. Itâd been nearly three weeks since you and Shinichiro had even a second to breathe the same air, let alone touch each other.
You werenât immune, craving a taste of him just as much, thereâs nothing you wanted more than to succumb to his persuasion. But, having been on bad terms with your tyrant boss one too many times, you couldnât afford to procrastinate.
âShini,â you spoke, breathless as he suckled on your neck, growing more bold with his touch, âa-as much as Iâd love for you to do that for me⌠you donât exactly have the funds to make such an offer.â
He huffed, nipping playfully at your pulse. âIâll get another job. Good? Good, problem solved, can you take your clothes off now?â
âTemptingâŚbut no. Appreciate the sentiment, though.â
Shinichiro whined in the crook of your neck. His hands slowed to a stop inside your sweater, slipping down to rest on your tummy instead. It sent a tiny shiver up your spine, but was ignored all the same as you attempted to resume typing, seeming to have put a damper on his resolve. Or, so you thought.
Not even a minute passed when you felt his fingers searching for something else to play with. Something that has been calling his name since he waltzed through your front door. âShinâŚâ
Your warning fell upon deaf ears. Shinichiro merely shrugged, feigning innocence while his hands breached the waistband of your sleep-shorts, stopping right at your pelvic bone. Leaning back in the chair, the ravenette spread his legs further apart, forcing yours to do the same, giving him even more access to your already accessible center. Despite his lanky stature, homie had gripâTry and close your legs all you want, youâll pull a muscle before pulling out of it. Your heart was borderline going Macarena, focus jumbled up to the point there were more typos than words in the report you tried completing.
You huffed, though your tone sounded less stern compared to the first time. âShinichiro. If you donât let me finish my workâŚIâll ban your dick from ever entering me or this house for a whole month.â
On any other given day, that empty threat wouldâve done the trick, hands flying off you so fast youâd think he got electrocuted. But, this wasnât any other given day. This was already a two-week long hiatus of his most favorite place to be, in between your legs, and the only thing keeping him from it was your lack of underwear beneath thin-cotten shorts. Threaten him if you must, but it wonât work.
You werenât fooling anyone.
Playing hard to get could take you so far, but he knew you were mere moments from crumbling to your desires you tried so hard to suppress, no shot youâd last another day, let alone a month. He was determined, and you were being stubbornâAn immovable object verses an unstoppable force. Eventually, someone had to give. And it wasnât about to be you.
It went on like that for another few minutes, him feeling you up and you batting him away. It only worsened the second he went further in your shorts, teasing your sex until you soaked through the fabric. You could feel his smug grin against your shoulder, no doubt thinking he was winning this battle. However, Shinichiro wasnât aware of your trump card, your Charizard, if you will.
Itâs a dirty trick. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
By slamming your fists atop of the table, startling him right out of your shorts, you turned to look him dead in the face, and said, âDonât make me call Mikey.â
The mechanic widely blinked. But, his shock was short lived as he fixed you a sarcastic look, bringing his slick-coated fingers up to the light and right into his mouth to be even more obnoxious. After pulling them out with a wet pop!, Shinichiro called your bluff.
âYou wouldnât.â
âAnd would. Emmaâs probably dying to catch up with me anyway, since I havenât been around as much lately. And we both know Mikey would come just to spite you.â
As you continued to hold his stare, not backing down or giving any indication that you were joking, the sardonicism began to melt off his demeanor, and soon realization took its place. Shortly after that, betrayal. How could you be so cruel? He was already competing with an inanimate object, heâll be damned if his siblings get added to the list. Taking a moment to weight his options, or lack there of, his face soon resembled a kicked puppy with his bottom lip stuck out and everything; you couldâve sworn his eyes started to water. âtâs not fairâŚbeen waiting all damn dayâŚâ
âI know, baby. But I need you to hang on for just a little longer fâme, okay? And once Iâm done, then Iâm all yours.â You cooed, placing a small peck on his nose as an olive branch. It seemed to do the trick, his frown softening as he pointed at his lips, puckering them. You snorted, but happily obliged, even placing a few more across his face until you got a smile. Shinichiro soaked up whatever he could as he leaned into you for more.
When it seemed he was satisfied, you turned back to continue workingâŚonly for the ravenette to try his luck one more time. âCan I get one here, too?â
You peered at him from over your shoulderâGive you one guess where he was pointing, wearing that all too pleased grin from before. You deadpanned.
ââŚIâm calling Mikey.â
âNoOOââ
â
âThatâs considered sexual harassment, Mr. Sano.â
If he could time travel, MIKEY would beat the breaks off his past-self for ever encouraging you to fill the role of secretary at his work. At first, it seemed like a fantastic ideaâStanding at his side, his pretty little assistant, wearing a tight uniform that left nothing to the imagination. Heâd bend you over his desk and fuck you anytime he pleased, youâd call him Sir, and walk around the office filled to the brim with his cum until time to go home, then heâd fill you up all over againâThe perfect work-life balance.
However, the gangster didnât account for one teensy thingâYou, actually taking the job seriously, and setting professional boundaries the moment you were hired on the staff. No matter if youâd be practically all over him in the car moments prior to clocking in, the second your kitten heels touched the marbled floors of the lobbyâŚhe wasnât your lover anymore. He was your boss.
And he hated it.
âSexual harassâYouâre my s/o, [______].â
âNot within these walls, Iâm not.â You continued reading one of the files left on your desk to review for tomorrowâs meeting, only for it soon to vanish right before your eyes. After a long blink, you held out an expectant hand to the stubborn blonde. âMay I have that back, please?â
âNo.â
âMr. Sano-â
âIf you address me formally one more time, Iâll take you right here in the middle of this hallway. Try me.â He hissed, holding the file out of reach.
You pursed your lips, fighting a grin. Seeing him get so worked up over not being able to get his dick wet was entertaining to say the least, but you were well aware he wasnât kidding. Clearing your throat, you attempted to tread lightly as your expression morphed back to neutral.
âAlright. Mikey,â his eye twitched, but you continued, âwould you be so kind as to let me finish reading the material for your meeting tomorrow? I would hate for anything to be amiss because I didnât do a thorough review.â
âTch. Whereâs Kakucho? I distinctly remember assigning this task for him. Not you.â
You raised a brow. âYou sent him on an impromptu errand to fill up the time he was spending âidling at my deskâ. You remember that?â
Mikey averted his gaze. ââŚDonât recall.â
ââcourse you donât,â you exhaled. âMikey, with all due respect-â
âNot that name either.â He commanded, slapping the file back on the desk before placing his hands upon it to lean forward, towering over you. You couldnât fight the grin this time, tilting your head up at him, amusement in your gaze.
âThatâs your name, is it not?â
Mikey glared. âYou know that isnât the one Iâd prefer you to use.â
With a shrug, you easily replied, âItâs what most of your employees call you. And last time I checked, that included me-â Mikey was quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look deep into his dark, deranged eyes. Manâs was definitely toeing line of his limit, and you were pushing it.
âAnd last time I checked, you arenât like most employees. Youâre my partner whoâs working on my last nerve, and should really consider dropping this whole âprofessionalismâ act before I remind them why they were hired in the first place. And no, it wasnât for your work ethic and attention to detail, or whatever bullshit Koko told you in the interview.â
Ouch.
Not to say you didnât figure there were ulterior motives behind getting approved for the job, especially under the circumstances that you were heavily under-qualified to work in their type of environment. But, you tried your damnedest to keep up, do your part, and not be a burden on the team. For him to call it nonsense and boldly confirm such suspicions outloud? You think he realized his mistake the second your face reverted back to its neutral state. Wiggling out of his grip, you leaned back in the chair with your arms tightly crossed to your chest.
âThat so? Well then, Michael, how âbout I remind you why a man shouldnât mix his business with his pleasure. Things could turn ugly for him, maybe even end up losing both a loyal employee and a lover all in one day. Wouldnât you agree?â
Out of all the names, that one made him cringe the most. A clear indicator of his grandiose fuck-up, one that if he didnât fix immediately, heâd soon suffer the consequences. And your wrath.
âWait, I didnât mean it like that. It came out wrong-â
âOh, Iâm sure it didnât. Youâre a man who speaks his mind, after all.â
Mikey, though subtly, panicked. This wasnât at all how he expected the conversation to go. But, itâs not his fault! It was his dick doing all the driving. With you working for Bonten, his long hours became yours, and by the time you both got home, sex became scarce due to your exhaustion. He was immune to the taxation of the job, while it was kicking your ass. And to top it off, he couldnât even cop a feel of his own s/o, in his own damn building, because of âpower imbalancesâ between a boss and secretary that was âsocially unacceptableâ, according to youâŚas you work for the biggest crime syndicate in all of Japan.
Flawed reasoning aside, it drove him insane.
But, no thanks to his lust-clouded brashness, if Mikey thought getting some action at work was difficult, his chances at home just got a whole lot worse. Heâd be lucky if you even slept in the same bed tonight.
â[_____],â he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand, though you moved it away at the last second. âYou do a fantastic job here, angel. Exceeded all my expectations, actually-â
âWell, based on the merits of why you hired me in the first place, that doesnât sound like much.â At that point, you went back to reviewing the file he threw back on the desk, seeming disinterested. But, Mikey knew better.
Heâd hurt your feelings. To be reduced to nothing but eye candy for him, when you were busting your ass off like everyone else, it stung. It was playful at first, but now the blonde had crossed a line. With determination, Mikey removed the file from your sight once more, rounding the desk before crouching down so he could level with you this time.
You allowed him to take your hands in his, still indifferent. Mikey spoke with a tenderness only reserved for you, one that never failed to melt any cold front you built to wane his efforts.
âI was being childish. I shouldnât have diminished your role like that, and I apologize for making you feel like your work isnât appreciated. Iâm glad to have you as my loyal employee. Even if a visit in my office from my lover from time to time wouldnât be too bad, eitherâŚâ
His words trailed off, along with his gaze as he reminisced. You chortled, shaking your head. Mikey looked back at you, ghost of a grin on his face. âIâll back off. Promise.â
You raised a brow, skeptical. âYou mean it?â
âMmhm. Under one condition.â
You groaned, âMikey-â
âManjiro.â
âOh, is that the condition?â He lightly pinched you for the snark, resting his head on your lap. But, before you could reprimand him for his inappropriate position, your words catch in your throat.
His stare was intense as they gazed up at you with hidden hunger, the tenderness still swimming in the inky pools, but not as present compared to moments ago. Mikey licked his lips, nuzzling against your plush thigh.
âWork less hours. Donât want you to run yourself ragged trynna keep up with the rest of us. Weâve been doing this line of work a lot longer than you have, baby. No need to overcompensate. Iâm already proud of you.â
Steadily did those words make your heart melt, until your were practically mush once theyâve set in. To hear his pride in you almost made you kick your feet, for that was all you really wanted at the end of the dayâAcknowledgment. Validation. Praise. And working less hours would definitely benefit in more ways than one, more so on your mental health. You wonât lie and say this new job hasnât been a challenge, all the talk about blood, death and drugs, one could only handle so much.
âThank you..Manjiro.â He lit up at the sound of his name spilling sweetly from your lips. âI greatly appreciate you saying that. But, whatâs the catch?â
He hummed, hands releasing yours to caress your calves all the way back up to your hips. Mikey didnât pull nor tug, more so just holding you in place as he continued to watch you like a hawk. Eventually he shook his head, tresses fluttering with him as they curtained the sides of his face.
âNo catch. Work your hours, Iâll leave you beâŚBut once those hours are up, you better be sitting pretty on my desk with your reports in one hand and your underwear in the other, waiting for me to choose between my business and my pleasure. Deal?â
â
âPout all you want, Iâm not sitting on your face.â
When you informed your darling SANZU that your Saturdays were strictly for housework, he honestly thought you were jokingâWhat idiot in their twenties would spend the weekend doing that?
Evidently his idiot, thatâs who.
Imagine his surprise when he showed up, unannounced, ready to have you on every piece of furniture, only to be threatened with a feather duster the second he went to grab your ass. âPaws off. I already changed the sheets on my bed, cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and mopped the floors, so unless youâre here to help dust or wipe windows, keep it in your pants, Haruchiyo.â
Needless to say, he wasnât the happiest houseguest.
After the long work week heâs had, Sanzu was looking forward to locking the two of you in the back all weekend, going at it like rabbits with no other purpose but keep the neighbors upâPretty much until the room stank. But, thanks to this cleaning ritual of yours, that wasnât about to happen anytime soon. Especially not with the various scented candles you were burning to hide the potent smell of bleach and pine-sol. God, he was getting such a headache from overstimulationâŚand not the good kind.
âThis is such bullshit,â he groaned into the couch, where you banished him after he tried to bend you over the washing machine while you were loading another basket of dirty clothes. âWhyâd you even invite me over if we werenât gonna do anythingâŚâ
You paused from folding, side-eyeing him. âI didnât invite you.â
âYou said you were staying in all day. Thatâs practically code for: Iâm bored, come dick me down.â
Your laugh had snuck up on you, racking through your entire body to the point you had curled forward. The leap he took to draw such a conclusion nearly gave you whiplash as you attempted to regain composure. âMaybe for freaky-fucks like you, but the rest of us usually mean it as something mundane. Like, oh I dunno, doing chores.â
âOn a Saturday?? What âre ya, 80??â
You shrugged, placing another item onto its respective pile. âYou donât have to stay, yâknow. If you have something better to do, then by all means, donât let me keep you.â
Sanzu abruptly sat up from his position, the clothes you had laid on his back flopping onto the floor, instantly losing their folded shape. You shot him an annoyed glance, but figured some of the blame was yours for using his skittish-ass for a table. The pinkette wore a pitiful look, wide cerulean eyes piercing right through you as he gave a defiant punch to the couch cushion, âWas âposed to be doing you! And you are keeping me from doing that!â
With a huff, you set aside the pile you were currently working through to gather up the clothes that he so rudely let fall to the floor. âUnfortunate. Now lay back down, and be a good table. Since you wanted to be chair so fucking badly.â
âPiss off.â
He absolutely laid back down.
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â the fuck-it list â || hq! pt. 3
one || two
synopsis:Â thereâs a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed âfuckableâ with theories as to what theyâd be like in bed. itâs all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.Â
pairing:Â various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally canât be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol
notes: sooo i lied <333 iâve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasnât satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured weâd just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all â¨) hope you enjoy :)))
notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. iâm not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
notes iii: this oneâs got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO
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âAht-CHOO!â
The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasnât a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.
You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. âSeriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?â
Osamu sniffled, then muttered. ââŚYâsupposed to say bless ya before scoldinâ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, yâknowâŚâ
âAw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.â
The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. âFuck me, huh?â
You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. âWaitwaitwait I didnât mean it like that. I meant it as inâŚfuck youâRE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?â
Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. âNice save, darlinâ.â
He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.
And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.
Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.
You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. âWe communicatinâ telepathically, or somethinâ?â
âIf we were, youâd know I wanna suck you dry right now.â
Osamu.exeâE R R O R.
Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldnât stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. âA warninâ next time, wouldâya?âŚâ
You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. âYour only warning wouldâve been your pants around your ankles-â
âOi, quit that.â He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didnât repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. ââŚJeez, at least ask me how mâday was before ya slut me out. Soundinâ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodinâ my socials all damn day.â
Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. ââm sorryâŚthe what flooding your socials?â
He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, âThat dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ând âtsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ând center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread âbout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shitâs wild.â
âThe fuck-what now?â Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didnât just delay your appetite with this information. âYââŚyouâre joking right? Thereâs no way something like that exists.â
âOh, tâs very much real. Read it with my own eyes,â he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. âWhat, ya sayinâ ya havenât heard of it? Seriously?â
âYou know I donât care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. Whatâs even the purpose?â
He shrugged. âBeats me. But itâs got âtsumu givinâ me the silent treatment, so maybe itâs not that bad after all.â
âPfft. Heâs pissy because some random on the internet said youâre the better lay? How would they know?? Youâre both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.â You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.
Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. âDamn straight. But, wasnât just some random, babe. Weâre talkinâ millions.â
Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you wouldâve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. âNuh uh.â
âYuh huh.â
âHoly shit.â
Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphereâYour voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had someâŚhot takes.
âHow could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you âsamu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.â You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. âYou are not that guy.â
Osamuâs chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.
You didnât feel his stare earlierâŚbut you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a foxâClichĂŠ aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.
He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. âSure âbout that?â
You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didnât rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. âIâ..I-I mean..I was just saying. BecauseâŚyâknow, you neverâŚwe never really-â
âMm. Jusâ cause we usually take things slow doesnât mean you canât get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryinâ ya luck, ând ya just might. Finish eatinâ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.â
SAKUSA couldnât give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And donât think that youâre the exception, eitherâMan parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.
âOmi-â
âNo.â
âCâmonnnn.â
âNo.â
You giggled, âI wonât talk about it anymore, I promise.â
He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driverâs side window, trying to âpspspspsâ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldnât stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, thereâs a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed listâSakusa saw it as a bad omen.
Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.
âBaby, Iâll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?â
Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank faceâOne you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, youâd see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you werenât about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.
âDonât patronize me. Besides, you didnât say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.â
You blinked.
There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. âI-Iâll sage the car then, how âbout that?â
The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.
âYouâre laughing. Youâve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and youâre laughing.â
ââyoomi, PLEASE.â You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. âDonât you thinkâŚyouâre being a little paranoid?â
Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. âWeâll see how funny you find it when we canât be seen together in public anymore.â
âAnd why not?â You raised a brow, still giggly.
Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. âBecause. When I do get posted, I wonât be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.â
âOh my god, honey, I promise. Youâre worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, donât you think you wouldâve by now? I mean, câmon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!â
âThatâs exactly my point. Iâm the only one left.â
The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusaâs relief. âCan still burn some sage, if you want-â âYouâre not funny.â
Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriendâs words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. âIâm the only one left.â
As much as youâd hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, whatâs delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individualâThe dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.
Being one of the privileged few whoâve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldnât blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exteriorâŚin more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?
But, heâs made it this far without issue, whatâs there to worry about now?â*Bzzzzt*
You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusaâs cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didnât even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldnât help but wonderâŚwhy would he be calling you?
You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, âMori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?â
âHas he seen it?? Am I too late??â
You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. âUhâŚhas who seen what?â
Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. âThank GodâŚyou sound blissfully unaware. That means thereâs still time. Youâre at his place, right?â
You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.
âKiyoomiâs? Yeah, I am. Heâs in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?â
Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenarioâŚbut a small part of you already had an idea.
âItâs the complete opposite, Iâm afraid.â
âKiyoomi Sakusa. 6â2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of hisâŚLady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? Itâs âcause heâs hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though heâs the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that heâd spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He wonât make much noise, youâll think heâs doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but heâd probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.â
You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didnât even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. âShit. I really did doom him to being targeted by pervertsâŚâ
âHuh??â Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.
âNothing,â you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. âDo the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, heâd surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.â
âDunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.â
You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didnât appear to be any movement, but thereâs no doubt he finished showering by now.
Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. âWe need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. Iâll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but Iâm not sure how long itâll take before-â
âWhoâre you talking to?â
Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. âUmâŚyour cousin.â
âOkay, butâŚwhyâd you come out here? You wouldnât have disturbed me if you took the call inside.â Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. âSomething the matter?â
âNo!â You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. âNo, uhâŚjust wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, thatâs all. W-why dâyou ask?â
Sakusa squinted at you. âYouâre jumpy.â
âJ-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. thatâs becauseâŚâ Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.
âB-Because! Weâre talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldnât wanna hear us, so-â SLAM!
Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusaâs back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.
Just as suspectedâŚstill paranoid.
âThat was closeâŚâ
âSuper close. Think he bought it?â
You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. âWonât matter if he decides to check his phone at some pointâŚâ
It didnât appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, youâd be fine.
Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldnât help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frownedâHow can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.
Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.
Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller IDâMiya.
He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu heâd probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.
âBetter have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.â
âOh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. Youâll wanna see this.â
Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasnât there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didnât feel right in the force.
You werenât sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you didâŚit was like the world had gone into slow motionâKomoriâs voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.
Probably shouldâve burned that sage when you had the chance.
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