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chil2de · 3 years

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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

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biggaybunny · 3 years

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Hoshiguma, Che'en, Tomimi, Gavial, Kal'tsit, W, Carnelian, Absinthe, Asbestos, Exusiai, Siege, the Nearls, Eunectes, Saria, Mudrock

Alright here we goes *breaks fingers*

She's big and strong, gentle and well-spoken, loyal and introspective. She's an incredible character and an incredible woman and a woman in leather makes me weak.

She's edgy, but I love a woman who can kill me a thousand different ways. Points taken off for her having way too much of a hard-on for self-sacrifice and lone wolfing it, but she's still very pretty and rocks the office casual look (yknow, not counting the hotpants).

TAILSLUT HOT

She flew under my radar for the longest time but honestly she's gorgeous, she's unreasonably strong, she's got a hot tail and sharp teeth, and she looks fate in the eye and then punches it in the teeth. What more could you ask for in a woman?

You know what I love? A woman who absolutely hates me. I also love an ethically dubious milf. Points taken off for not understanding how amnesia works, and more points taken off for acting like she's got a moral high ground while she machinates and lies to us. Points added back on for probably being some kind of timeless abomination masquerading as a catmilf.

She's wicked, she's a genius, she understands how amnesia works, and she's basically a demon lady. I like her attitude and her smile. Points taken off for shopping at hot topic despite being like, thirty-three. How did she even find anything in her size?

GOD I love the sexy scientist look. The giant horns. That absurd thigh of straps. In terms of per physical looks she's a 10/10. I know nothing about her personality, but her gaze is smoldering. Given most characters are getting points off for their personalities, maybe that's the reason she gets top rating =:V.

Absinthe: Absinthe is my daughter what is she doing on this list all of you staring at her chest are going to get sent to your own personal Brazil Chernobog.

She practically deserves her own tier, I almost went back and moved everyone else down a tier once I reached her. She's so fucking sexy. She's a bastard. Like, people think "bastard" is a gendered term, but she isn't a bitch. She's a bastard, and I mean that affectionately. She's antisocial. She's fit. She's lanky. She modified a door into a shield instead of modifying a shield into a shield. She has oripathy and was too chad to be affected by this. She doesn't know how to talk to people. She's the most lesbian lizard on the planet. She's a stud and I want her to walk over me with her size 13 combat boots.

Moderately-unhinged tomboy angel is cute, I bet she gives good hugs. She's too high energy for me but I recognize a cutie when I see one.

She comes off kinda young for me. I dunno. I just also don't really go for the whole "princess in exile" thing. Like she's just giving off "look how regal I still am even now" vibes. Like, okay blueblood, we get it, you had a posture coach. The fact that specific individuals are capable of being good people and good leaders does not justify monarchy as a system of government.

I like that she's got a passion for mechanics and she is, genuinely, very pretty and a very good girlfriend for Platinum, but her naivety and need to follow in her sis's footsteps don't really endear her to me.

She's clever and ambitious and takes care of her family, and I really appreciate her owning her sexuality like she does (read: slutting it up good) but at the end of the day, she's still a horse.

Margaret Nearl's dick is bigger than yours. Think of the biggest dick you've ever seen. Margaret Nearl's dick is bigger than that. One time the sun decided to shine so Nearl went "hey sun how big is your dick again?" and the sun cut that shit OUT. The only reason Reunion still exists is because Margaret Nearl has to spend at least sixteen hours a day fucking her two wives, and a knight like her knows the importance of getting eight hours of sleep. Points taken off for still being a horse, but added back on for being Margaret "Fucks Your Wife" Nearl.

GOD that tail. That tail drives me to poetry. AND she's an engineer. Her passion for knowledge and for her work is so sexy. And she prefers to be mostly-naked for no good reason. Short, brown hair on nerdy girls is my weakness too, and she counts as a nerd even if she CAN kick my ass by thinking about it >///>

Insanely powerful women are hot. Insanely powerful women who choose to be protectors even if they have to keep their destructive potential under control to do so are even hotter. Plus there's just something about the sternness in her gaze that makes me want to say "yes ma'am". Her horns are hot too.

Have you noticed a trend with me yet? Have you figured it out yet? WOMAN BIG. WOMAN PROTEC. Most importantly, WOMAN HAVE HORN. She's also gentle and creative and (in every good fan interpretation anyway) built like a brick factory.

#arknights #lotsa text #ask meme #kaia if you weren't a beloved friend #this was SO MANY

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 6 years

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Hell Mission III

Hello dears!

Right now, I’m having a hard time, both my mind and life want to make things difficult for me. This is why I needed some IwaOi, I know this ff is not very popular, but I really enjoy writing it, so please bear with me and my selfish needs :3 I think this turned out pretty well and I’m very excited for the next one, I’m planning a wonderful scene *.*

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Chapter: 1, 2

Iwaoi FF, SecretAgent!Iwaizumi x ProPlayer!Oikawa

Hell Mission III: Fitting

Iwaizumi shouldn’t have been surprised that, as predicted, he had underestimated Oikawa.

But, to be honest, that level of pettiness was something he had never seen before.

He had been right: Oikawa had decided to be shitty and petty to avenge the offend of having been knocked unconscious.

“…and he nearly begged me to let him take a photo of me, he was so desperate I couldn’t refuse him,” Oikawa told his female fan club, who giggled and awed loudly, shamefully staring at Iwaizumi.

The secret agent clenched his jaw so hard he could hear the teeth cracking, but managed to remain impassible. And red, but thankfully that could be interpreted as bashfulness -fitting Oikawa’ story- and not to the murderous rage he was feeling.

“He stumbled when I took his hand for the first time!”

For a second, that morning, Iwaizumi had naively believed that Oikawa would have punished him with the silent treatment, since he hadn’t spoken one word to the raven while they prepared and walked to the dining room, but, unfortunately, the brunet was only waiting for the right scenario to fulfill his revenge: Embarrass Iwaizumi in every way possible.

“His cuteness is captivating, I swear, I know right now he is being shy,” Oikawa continued, completely draped over the boy sitting next to him, “But he’s the softest, most tender and attentive guy I’ve ever accepted to date. Right, Hiri-chan?” he asked, artfully tilting his head to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes.

“Right…” he hissed through gritted teeth, but luckily the ladies were too busy squealing to hear his growl, in clear contrast with the rosy image of the shy fan, completely head over heels for the great Oikawa, that the brunet himself had depicted until now.

Oikawa’s fake, soft gaze sharpened, and he smirked satisfied. He tightened his grip on Iwaizumi’s neck and straightened to move closer to his ear.

“Come on, Hiri-chan, treat me right or you’ll blow up our cover,” he purred slyly, and Iwaizumi felt his self-control cracking.

He put a hand behind the brunet’s nape and pulled him closer until his lips were brushing again the delicate skin of Oikawa’s ear.

“Don’t tempt me, Shittykawa,” he growled lowly, sending shivers down his spine, “I’m already thinking of letting them have your sorry ass…”

The girls squealed loudly, and Oikawa jerked back.

Iwaizumi noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he pouted annoyed, and smirked satisfied. The pretty boy wanted to play with fire? He was fucking ready.

“Not professional,” the brunet hissed under his breath, making sure to plant his chin with all his strength in Iwaizumi’s chest as he hugged him again.

The agent grimaced for a fraction of second, but retaliated by wrapping an arm around his waist and pinching his side. Oikawa muffled a yelp.

“You’re so lovey-dovey…” a lady sighed happily, gazing at them.

“You can’t even imagine…” the two muttered in unison, faking a polite smile.

Their public cheered joyfully and started again with the questions.

“Have you kissed yet?” one asked ravenously.

Oikawa lighted up and the agent knew he was going to regret not smacking his head against the table before he could answer.

“Not yet!” He chirped, before winking at them, “You know, virgins like to take it slow…”

The girls shrilled.

“So pure, Iwaizumi-san,” Akaashi smirked in his ear. Bokuto and Kuroo were cackling like hysterical hyenas in the background.

Iwaizumi swore that, in one way or another, he would have made Oikawa Tooru pay.

“Eh, Hiri-chan?” Oikawa grinned mischievously, “Do you want me to go with you even to the bathroom?”

Iwaizumi didn’t bother answering and continued dragging the boy towards the restroom.

“Akaashi, is it free?”

“Yes, it is.” The other agent wisely decided to avoid commenting the course of action of his teammate, clearly on the verge of exploding.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi kicked the door opened, threw Oikawa inside, slammed it closed and roughly pushed the brunet against the wall.

“I’ve had enough,” he growled with pure, cold rage, as he banged the hands at the sides of his head.

The other man stared at him with wide eyes. Leaving alone the fact that the agent pining him to the wall, caught in his fury, was annoyingly hot and Oikawa felt weak, he may had been aware that maybe he had exaggerated a little. Especially if taking into account that Hiri-chan was probably capable of snap his neck in two. However, he was still offended by the treatment of the night before, especially after the nice let’s-open-to-each-other moment they’d had. So, fuck it, he wasn’t going to take the first step back.

“Of what?” he asked, faking indifference. He crossed his arms and gave him a mighty glance; Oikawa didn’t want him to see even an ounce of his fear.

“You’ve had your little revenge and embarrassed me all morning,” Iwaizumi spoke slowly and calmly, and somehow it was even scarier than if he had started screaming, “Now, stop it. I’m working and you’re exaggerating. I can’t allow it.”

Oikawa frowned, “Or what? You’ll hit me?” he hissed.

Iwaizumi slammed again his hand against the wall and Oikawa quivered.

“Stop being an idiot! There’s no way I would hit you for real! Even if you make it sound like a wonderful idea,” he roared, glaring daggers at the boy.

“Well, you already did!” Oikawa argued, clenching his jaw.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “I put you to sleep because I had to work.”

“I didn’t want to! And I’m not a child!” Oikawa’s voice trembled with repressed anger, the hurt was visible in his eyes.

“You promised to do what I say,” Iwaizumi observed more calmly. He was starting to realize what had really ticked off the brunet and was willing to settle things peacefully instead of using force.

At his words, Oikawa scowled harder, but the flames in his eyes dimmed.

“There was no need to hit me…” he repeated stubbornly.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath and mustered all his self-control.

“Oikawa, I’m not treating you like a child. I’m treating you like a person I have to protect,” he explained softening his rough tone, “If you can’t follow my instructions, it can be dangerous for yours and my safety. I need you to behave in cases of need, you can’t get in the way of my job.”

That…that stung.

The brunet deflated and lowered his eyes; Iwaizumi could see his remorse in the way he bit his bottom lip or averted his eyes.

“Oikawa?”

The brunet scrunched his nose and clenched his fists, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to…get in the way of your job.”

Iwaizumi finally relaxed and felt all his anger and stress vanish. With the shadow of a smile on the lips, he gently ruffled his soft locks.

“I’m sorry too, for reacting too harshly, I didn’t want you to feel belittled” he apologized in a murmur.

Oikawa’s head perked up and his mouth curved into a surprised “o”.

“I-it’s okay…” he stuttered, taken aback by Iwaizumi’s apology.

The raven was relieved to see that any trace of fury or hurt seemed, for now, to have disappeared from his doe eyes; mirth suited them better and-

“Holy shit! He’s just apologized!” Bokuto’s voice pierced his eardrum.

“He liiiiiiikes him.”

“I ship it!”

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi frowned, “Shut up!”

“What?” Oikawa blurted, shocked.

“Ah, not you.”

“Nice kabedon, Iwa~” Kuroo chuckled, “Very sexy.”

Iwaizumi jerked back from that ambiguous position as if the wall had caught on fire, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He was so busy cursing and insulting his friends, that he completely missed the way Oikawa pouted at his move.

Now that they were having a nice moment and the agent was smiling, there his friends ruined- Wait, his friends?

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled as he threw himself over Iwaizumi.

“Are they your friends? Your teammates?” he asked curiously, before leaning against his ear, “HELLO FRIENDS OF HIRI-CHAN!”

“FUCK OIKAWA!” Iwaizumi yelled, shoving him off. He had pierced his eardrum!

“CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”

“Yes, they can! Don’t scream! Fuck!”

Kuroo and Bokuto were laughing so loudly they risked suffocation.

“Hiri-chan! I am a genius!” Kuroo cackled.

“Can we adopt him?”

“Obviously we can adopt him’”

“Motherfuckers…” Iwaizumi, growled, trying to keep the brunet at distance.

“IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU! HIRI-CHAN IS VERY GRUMPY!”

“Damn Oikawa!” Iwaizumi smacked his head, “Where’s Silver?”

“He had a check to do and left us here!

“Fantastic.”

“Hiri-chan! Let me talk with them!” Oikawa whined, pulling his arm, but the man flicked his forehead.

“No way!”

“But Hiri-chan!”

“Don’t be a pest Shittikawa, I already told you they can hear you anyway.”

Oikawa beamed happily.

“Oh my God. Flirting with a boy in front of your mother!” Kuroo faked an outraged gasp, “You don’t have any sense decency.”

“You’re disgusting!” Iwaizumi grimaced.

“I’m not disgusting!” Oikawa pouted.

“Damn! Not you!” Iwaizumi panicked, “Fuck you Black…” hissed under his breath as the other agent laughed loudly.

“Can you tell Oikawa I say hi?” Bokuto meddled, “And that I’m his fan! I’d love to hit his tosses!”

“No, Golden,” he replied sternly, but the other man let out a high-pitched screech. Akaashi called that the “owl cry” and Bokuto used it to whine when he wanted something. And the only way to shut him up was surrendering or knock him unconscious.

“I’ll kill you!” Iwaizumi growled, but the other kept producing that hellish sound, “Okay! Okay! Fine! Stop!”

Oikawa was observing him amused, maybe slightly perplexed. And curious, incredibly curious. There it was another nuance of the secret agent whose job was protecting his life, a man he didn’t know nothing about. Nothing, but he wanted to know so bad. So, so bad.

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi, pinching the bridge of his nose out of exasperation, cleared his throat, “My…stupid friend, Golden, says hi.”

Oikawa snorted, hiding his mouth.

“Hi?”

“IWAAAAAAA”

“And that he’s your fan and would gladly hit your tosses,” he added, and the man stopped yelling his name.

Oikawa smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Golden-san! I’d love to play with you as well!” He assured, waving his hand a bit unsure, not knowing if they could see him or not.

“There,” Iwaizumi grunted, crossing his arms, “Happy now?”

“YES!”

“I really want this guy with us,” Kuroo added, “Please, marry him.”

“YES PLEASE. IT WOULD BE GREAT!”

“Iwaizumi, don’t disappoint us.”

Iwaizumi hid his eyes behind the palm. He couldn’t survive their stupidity.

Luckily, Akaashi arrived to save him from that torture.

“Move!”

“Com’on Akas-”

“Koutarou. Now.” Startled by the sudden seriousness, Iwaizumi could hear Bokuto literally pushing Kuroo on the ground to make space for his boyfriend. The boy crashed into his chair and grabbed the microphone to talk with Iwaizumi, that had already tensed up.

“Iwaizumi, they’re on the move. The group is agitated. We’ve heard rumors, it seems they have one of theirs infiltrated as a guest too.”

Oikawa observed the abrupt change of expression on Iwaizumi’s face and felt his blood freezing. He knew what it meant, the furrowed brows, the clenched jaw, and the burning eyes…he knew.

They were coming.

“Don’t leave him alone, at any cost. I’ll send Black and Golden to guard the perimeter, but we can’t do anything for the one inside. He’s yours.”

“Don’t worry,” Iwaizumi replied icily, “He won’t be able to touch Oikawa.”

Shivers ran down the brunet’s spine at the mention of his name in that tone of voice and, for a second, he even forgot the imminent threat. The secret agent in front of him was the only thing filling his thoughts. He was so screwed he was sort of high-school-first-crush pathetic.

They exchanged some more information before Iwaizumi cut off the communications. He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders, as he molded the tense expression in a relaxed one.

“Come on,” he told Oikawa, “We’ve to return to the party.”

“They’re coming,” the other replied, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves. He would have liked to hide the trembling in his voice, but they were talking about Yakuza. Yakuza. He would have been a fool if he hadn’t been scared.

Oikawa was a fighter, he never backed down, he never bowed. On the court, he was a force to reckon. But he was also a twenty-four guy who still had a lot of dreams to fulfill and experiences to live before dying. He was, simply put, not ready to say goodbye. Not yet.

Iwaizumi’s green eyes softened, and he walked to the man, gently taking his hand.

“I already told you, Shittykawa, until I’m here, nobody will hurt you,” he reassured him in a murmur, making sure to meet his gaze, “I’ll protect you, okay? I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.”

Oikawa swallowed, but the determination in the agent’s eyes didn’t leave space for doubts, so he nodded and squeezed his hand back.

“I don’t want to die…” he admitted in a small, frail whisper. His brown eyes were blown wide and for only a moment he let all his walls fall, he let him in, with the hope of finding someone ready to keep his pieces together.

And Iwaizumi was there, with the steel resolution and adamant will to protect Oikawa.

“You won’t,” Iwaizumi eyes burned with fierce determination, “I won’t let you die. Never.”

“Can you promise me?”

“Yes,” Iwaizumi replied without batting an eyelash, brushing away the chestnut locks from his eyes and lingering with the fingers on his skin, “I’ll keep you safe, they won’t get near you and in two weeks you’ll be fighting on your favorite court again, perfectly unharmed. I can promise it over my life.”

Oikawa stretched a weak smile, “You really like your job,” he joked, mourning the loss of contact when Iwaizumi retracted the hand from his head.

But Iwaizumi tilted the head and his forehead creased.

“It’s not just my job,” he said slowly, swallowing his common sense, but he had never liked lying and he wanted at least for Oikawa to know that, “I truly want to keep you safe. So, please, don’t do anything stupid and let me protect you.”

The brunet stared at him as his cheeks caught fire.

“F-fine…” he stuttered, suddenly looking at the floor, “But please don’t die on me. I could never live with that regret!”

The agent scoffed, “Don’t worry, I’m tougher than what I look like, I’m not an alpha agent for nothing,” he assured confidently.

Oikawa let out a nervous chuckle, “And I thought I was the egocentric one.”

Iwaizumi shrugged, “That’s probably why they’ve assigned you to me,” joked, making the other grin.

They fell again in silence and Iwaizumi waited for Oikawa to find his composure; he observed quietly how the boy stabilized his own breaths and cleaned his expression from any sign of fear.

“Are you ready?” Iwaizumi asked softly.

Oikawa grimaced, “Can’t we lock ourselves in my room?”

“I’m afraid not,” the other chuckled.

The raven offered a small smile and hooked their arms together, pulling slowly Oikawa out of the restroom. He didn’t say a single word about how Oikawa held tight on him nor about the way his voice was slightly higher when he spoke again, and the brunet appreciated it from the bottom of his heart.

“You know what awaits us now, Hiri-chan?” Oikawa whispered in his ear, “Forgetting the whole avoid-getting-murdered thing, obviously.”

The man snorted, “What?”

“It’s time for the official photos together!”

“Oh hell.”

An hour later, they were in the garden with all the other guests, getting bombarded with photos. Oikawa was a natural, he looked good in every photo and didn’t seem tired of it no matter how many times he was asked to pose for. Iwaizumi, on the other side, felt like dying. He was stiff and his smile just a shadow, not used to being photographed; all the professionals hired to capture the happiness of the guests looked at him with pity or frustration.

Luckily, the news about their relationship had spread like fire, so everyone knew about Iwaizumi and allowed him to follow Oikawa or be in the photos with him without many questions; not that he would have accepted a different arrangement after Akaashi’s warning. He refused to leave the man’ side at any cost.

It happened in a second, while they were talking during a break; Oikawa was poking fun at him for drinking juice like a child instead of wine -not that Iwaizumi had a choice, he was on duty – and Iwaizumi was replying with some jokes about Oikawa’s childish behavior.

The brunet suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders; he caught Iwaizumi mid-laugh as he chirped “Cheese!”, and he had just the time to turn his eyes to the camera before the flash blinded him.

Oikawa let out a thrill of joy and rushed to the man who held an old Polaroid, while Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes, deeply confused about what had just happened.

“Oi Oikawa!”

But the man didn’t answer, staring with wide eyes full of stars at the photo in his hands. Hypnotized, in a total, blissful awe.

Frowning, Iwaizumi reached him and peeked over his shoulder.

At first, he was too busy gazing at Oikawa’s wide and genuine smile, with shining and mirthful eyes, to notice what had captured Oikawa’s heart; then, he realized he was laughing. Since Oikawa had moved suddenly, the Iwaizumi in the photo was still laughing, the eyes were glinting and his lopsided smile was bright and adorned with dimples that had stolen Oikawa’s breath.

It was a photo of them, being happy together.

“I love it,” Oikawa whispered, tracing their profile with a finger, “Can I keep it?” He raised his eyes to Iwaizumi, hopefully. The agent had already informed him that, after the mission, all the photos of him were going to be deleted.

“Please, I beg you,” Oikawa prayed, biting nervously then inside of his cheek.

Iwaizumi was still staring at them, as surprised as the brunet had been, because…he seemed happy. He didn’t have many photos of himself being genuinely happy, with a proper smile. Yet, there he was, hugging a beautiful man and laughing with him as a match made by heaven. Damn, he didn’t like to brag nor he thought highly of himself, but he couldn’t avoid thinking they looked good together; not only from an aesthetical point of view, but it was the way their gaze met and their bodies latched to each other.

It was absurd seeing it from outside, he could have never imagined they could look like that. Now, he partially understood Oikawa’s fangirls excitement that morning.

Iwaizumi felt, for the first time, the scary, thrilling sensation of fitting together with another person. He fitted with Oikawa. Maybe he was just being delusional, but the longer he watched it, the stronger he felt it. They matched. They should have been like that, he wanted that.

“Hiri-chan?”

Iwaizumi snapped back from his thoughts and shook his head.

“Ah? You…can, but you’ve to promise to never show it to anyone, anyone. Or I’ll personally burn it,” he replied roughly, averting his eyes. Because yes, they fitted and yes, Iwaizumi wanted that, but the truth was he was just working as Oikawa’s bodyguard and soon everything would end. They lived in different worlds that weren’t meant to mix.

Okawa deflated a little at his sudden scowl, believing that Iwaizumi was angry for having been forced to take another photo; probably, after the end of that week, it was going to be a mess deleting all those pieces of evidence of his existence. But Oikawa needed that, he needed a proof of those days, a proof that the agent had been with him and protected him. A memory, something to look at and remember what it felt fitting together with another person, clicking like they were made to be side by side from the start; even if he couldn’t have the man, he could at least have the physical memory.

“Oikawa-san! Please come!” A man interrupted their shared, painful silence and literally dragged him away toward the center of the garden, for the final photos with the other important guests. Iwaizumi followed him like a shadow and waited near the photographer, his eyes glued to Oikawa, bearing such an intensity that the brunet could feel his cheeks reddening.

He sighed, as he was pulled into a group hug by the others.

“I just want to tell him…” he thought, glancing at the raven, “I just want to have a chance.”

“Alright! It’s the end, for today!”

Oikawa was walking toward Iwaizumi, who was waiting patiently while scanning the surrounding, when his phone vibrated, distracting him. Curious about the sudden text, he slowed down and quickly unlocked it. Maybe it was Suga.

Ah, the sender was unknown.

He opened it.

His eyes widened, his heart halted, and his mind shattered.

“Don’t say a word or your boyfriend dies. Don’t call for help, don’t scream, don’t panic. Do what I tell you or we shoot him.”

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