#who also happens to be half his size but literally never bring it up or blame it on a witch who cursed him with shortness

[foundfamilynonsense]

I don’t ship things. But I’m getting pissed as hell when I see people saying that Huntlow was forced.

Like. No? Sure it had less build up than Amity and Luz but that’s just because Luz is the main character. Not to mention the show was being cancelled and they literally had less time to do it all. Rant under the cut.

I personally could not give a shit if Hunter and Willow became an item or just stayed friends. That show already has strong friendships like Luz, Gus, Willow friendship and Gus and Hunter and etc. and I never need more romance. But as far as writing romance into the plot the Owl House did a perfectly fine job with Willow and Hunter.

When they first meet, Willow, who has been working hard on her own self confidence, basically corners Hunter and forces him to do something fun with kids his own age.

This is where we see the parallels to them, because they’ve both struggled with performance and rejection. They’ve both been called “half a witch” and Hunter is way further back on the road to acceptance.

Hunter let’s them all go, and he addresses Willow specifically.

Then we have just small stuff. Hunter going out of his way to save Willow during a fight, when Hunter gets filled with bad memories while saving Gus one of them is when he made Willow upset. Hunters memory of that one meeting with Willow is so attuned to her he knows fake willow is an illusion immediately. When Willow thinks Hunter’s been captured she’s the first one to race to the airship and angrily starts snapping about how do you turn it on. Once they realize it’s Luz who is actually captured, Amity is the one snapping about going faster, meanwhile Willow is sitting in the back with King. There’s a clear parallel there.

And then season three happens. Hunter wears a stupid outfit and Willow fucking loves it. She legit tells him to save it for later and then winks at him, in which he blushes hard. I didn’t bring up any blushing before this, bc as far as I’m concerned this is the only one that matters. Then episode two is the first time we see Willow being the one who’s about to lose it. Bc she’s had such an excellent character arc so far that she’s become this capable and calm headed leader. And Hunter hears her refer to herself as half a witch. And it literally drives him to tears.

Look. I am literally the last person who would say “they can’t be platonic look how much they mean to each other” bc I literally want to kill people who say that. But as far as storytelling goes they did their due diligence with Hunter and Willow. They put in the work just fine. Especially with the half a witch parallel. With limited episodes where neither of them are a main character they gave us plenty of hints about what’s coming while also letting us see Hunter’s friendship with Gus as being just as important of a relationship!

I don’t know if people are confused at the m/f ship that doesn’t bow to any gender roles or common straight couple troupes or… they’re upset that it’s a m/f ship in general? I mean we have no proof they’re both straight and even if they are who cares it’s still a gay show. With huntlow that makes two straight couples, one of whom is getting a nasty divorce. So.

Or maybe people are upset that the cute little elf boy with depression fell for the plus sized Asian girl before she even really noticed him? Although I shouldn’t just assume the worst.

Like. To put it another way. If I saw it coming, the aroace who legit is surprised by almost every bit of romance in media, then it was not out of nowhere. It’s a legit relationship they spent time on, and if you were blindsided by it maybe there’s some underlying reason why you didn’t expect them to be in a relationship?

#the owl house #toh #owl house #huntlow #hunter owl house #willow park #willow owl house

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Let’s talk about Cabin 10. The first thing we learn about them is that they don’t smell bad enough to attract monsters and they aren’t a threat in capture the flag because they’re just laying around braiding each other’s hair . . . Ok, BUT. Most half-bloods have adhd and most of Aphrodite’s children are a bunch of girls and Mitchell. So let’s look at these girls as a shack full of fem-presenting neurodivergents.

• whoever decorated all those pastel beds was probably spazzing out because all her new sisters bring her the connection she craves. Also she was hyperfixating on Barbie 12 Dancing Princesses—that bedroom was the dream.

• Patrick’s mortal dad is so proud of him. SO proud that his son has so much emotional courage.

• Ella has a deep empathy for animals who have been abandoned or forgotten. She hates to see a kitty get overlooked because she’s older or no one takes a pupper home because “pitbulls are mean.” She volunteers at a shelter every weekend and uses her powers to make potential families see what she sees. Also she has some special pink crocs just for cleaning out pens.

• Competitive sports are not their thing. Good for them for collectively not faking an interest and instead spending that time talking about stuff they like. No really, good for them for getting along with their teenage sisters.

• Chloë has ASD and her favorite color is pink. She goes hard. All the things are pink. You go, Chloë. She’s not snuggly like the other girls but literally gives the sweetest, most genuine all-in compliments.

• these girls cannot keep their hands still and need some damn hair to braid. What is dopamine if not having your hair touched or your arm rhythmically scratched by another girl?

• Marguerite loves ballet.

• group runs to starbies because caffeine helps most of them calm down.

• MASSAGE TRAIN!

• one of them watches Barbie Diamond Castle while questioning her sexuality. The girls and Mitchel support her with a cottagecore home reno.

• Victoria is very shy and is never seen without red white and royal blue a classic romance in her hand. Actually, fuck that. She’s super smart and reads a huge range of fiction. She’s also never worn pants. Fuck you, January, it’s not happening. The girl loves her pretty dresses.

• these are huge fangirls but feel a little left out of the Star Wars and marvel crowds. Lacy literally just wants to be left alone with her life-size Taylor Lautner cutout and team Jacob merch. She’s been given shit for her girly and lame interests her whole life.

• Her first week, Chloë is between Marguerite and Rose for massage train. She’s a little nervous about skin to skin but doesn’t want to stand out by saying anything. Her sisters get her feel and leap up and run to get their jade rollers to rub out the shoulder knots. There’s NO WAY their girl is gonna be left out or uncomfy.

• Drew fuckin loves Kibbe typing and is always getting her girls a new top that’s “so flamboyant gamine” and no one knows what she’s talking about.

• Mitchell sings Heart Full of Love in glorious falsetto every shower-hour and everyone is fucking nice about it.

• No one thinks Dove is smart because her dyscalculia is causing her to fail math, biology, and history (she put that the Peleponesion war took place in 3 🤷‍♀️.) BUT Dove loves to draw. For an artist she’s super extroverted and loves taking requests to bringing everyone’s OTPs to life.

• they don’t stink because they’re always gifting each other essential oil blends personalized to each sister’s Mitchell’s vibe.

• they’re universally bad drivers.

• Chloë is amazing with astrology. She’s dead on about sign compatibility because Chloë is a friggin Queen.

• CUDDLE PUDDLE. Proprioception really helps them finish tasks. So yeah, they snuggle while they finish their homework.

• Drew made Dove color coded friendship bracelets to help her remember her right from left. What a pal.

• Orlando is completely masc, was shocked when he wasn’t claimed by Ares or Hephaestus, and took awhile to adjust to the vibe. Turns out masculine beauty is still beautiful, and he has more love inside than anyone is ready for. You go, emotionally mature dudebro.

• Silena was looking at colleges to go into marriage and family counseling.

• Mitchel wants to be a trauma-informed tattoo artist and does beautiful floral work.

• Scarlet gets really attached and has no executive function when it comes to decluttering. Her bunk is covered in stuffed animals and at 15 she sleeps with every single one because she couldn’t bare to hurt their feelings

• dyslexic bitches enjoying red white and royal blue a classic romance audiobook all piled on one bed.

• dyslexic bitches can’t read a price tag.

• Tristan’s favorite song is Steal My Girl. He can’t stop and he won’t stop.

• Synesthete Tristan. He loves that happy teal sound of pop music. The pretty gentle yellow specific to the sound of Ella’s name. The way his crush’s smile smells like lilies.

• Rose has a thing for Y2K. You can pry her low rise jeans and PLL box set from her cold dead hands.

• a documentary about fast fashion made Valentina cry. Sometimes big social injustices make her feel really overwhelmed. They all get super into thrifting.

• Rose and Bella have matching stick’n’pokes of little hearts on their wrists.

• they fucking live for Peppa Pig. Just Rose and Bella. They’re bunk mates and someone had to buy them a headphone splitter because they have no self awareness when they’re jamming on their obsession and the others couldn’t take it anymore.

• That one time Drew made Juliette wear the Shoes of Shame. Juliette committed to a normcore makeover just to pull them off. She’s wearing those janky Reebok’s with knee high tube socks to this day.

• Piper gets mad one day and pulverizes the Golden Mango and serves it with vodka. They’re all in huge trouble. Impulse control is not her thing, man.

• Lacy is just the biggest fuckin vsco girl. Not ironic. Just Lacy. Leave her alone.

• pastel hydroflasks for everyone.

So you see these are not cool girls. They’re well… girly. No matter how much they are underestimated or how much shit they take from the rest of camp they just keep on liking what they like. Aphrodite energy is receptivity, willingness to trust, allowing things to delight you at the risk of looking silly. It’s putting on Clarisse’s armor and running into battle even when you know you’re not the strongest or the scariest. It’s shamelessly crushing on Jason who seems kinda bland to everyone else. It’s watching Ares cry and never looking away because you are so fucking strong. It’s seeing beauty in the beast even when no one else can. It’s believing in the beauty you can’t see. Even when you might get hurt. Whoever you are be it. Suck at sports. Hate fighting. Cry when something “shallow” moves you. Insist they remember Achilles for more than his crimes in grief and anger. Tear up and show it when bae leaves for work. Fucking like Nicolas Sparks. Worship your awkward girlfriend. Squee when your lame song comes on. Buy the I ❤️ Mr. Darcy shirt. You are great. Your passion, tenderness, and idealism are truly badass.

#pjoverse #pjo aphrodite #aphrodite cabin #aphrodite #cabin 10 #actually adhd #adhdawareness #dyslexia #actually dyscalculic #synesthesia #synesthete #piper mclean #piper mcqueen #drew tanaka #mitchell #team jacob #headcanon #silena beauregard #one direction #incorrect pjo quotes #feminine #romantic #idealization #enfp #infp #enfj aesthetic #barbie #enneagram 4 #rick riordan #riordanverse

[quotemenevervore]

Decided to split up Remember Me, My Love into chapters, so…

Chapter 1

Content warnings: fear, panic

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With every death that he’d seen happen to others, he never once thought that this was a possibility. The chances of waking up like this on a server that had no evidence prior to this? Slim to none.

So why the hell did he wake up only five inches tall?

He woke up, completely dwarfed by his blanket, almost unable to get out from under it. Ten minutes were wasted trying to squirm out of what he thought were tangled sheets, until it occurred to him that it was a solid surface overtop of him and none of his limbs were actually twisted in the fabric. Finally, he’d crawled up to where he saw the opening, poking his head out and barely holding back a gasp of shock.

Everything was huge. Even the bed, which he was now realizing, practically engulfed him. He couldn’t have been any bigger than someone’s ring finger. For a long, agonizing moment, all he could do is stare, mouth agape before he forced himself out of it. He couldn’t waste any time figuring out his next move, not at this size. Damn, and he wanted to fix up Las Nevadas and make it better this life. So much for that.

What could he do? Should he hide? At this size, it’d be way too easy for him to be killed, intentionally or accidentally. Hell, the normally small gap from bed to floor could probably kill him at this height. Fuck, he had to get down, and somehow make it to the bottom of the elevator before he ran out of air in his now tiny lungs. How was he gonna get down? Sitting at the edge of the bed, his grip on the sheets tightened and loosened as he thought, before he looked down at his hand. Maybe.. maybe he could use the sheet to slide down.

It took him an agonizingly long time to get down to the floor, hands buzzing from scraping down the sheets. Looking back up, he felt sick at the height he just came from. It would have killed him, for certain. God, what the hell is he supposed to do? He was practically useless and too easy to kill now. He… he couldn’t stay here. Foolish would be able to handle his own should Purpled and Dream return, but if he also had to protect him? He couldn’t bring himself to force the totem into such a scenario, not after everything. And he was the last ally the duck hybrid had, which left the only option he had left.

He had to leave. With nothing in his inventory, a good chance of not getting anything before leaving and having nowhere to go. Great.

He started towards the elevator before abruptly changing his mind and going to the closest crack in the wall as he could. He could glide down, it’d probably be safer. Sure enough, thanks to all the damage from Dream’s latest attack, there was plenty, and with a quick flap of his wings to ensure they’d carry him down, he let himself glide down to the ground. It may not have been fast, but at least he didn’t have to worry about drowning as his feet finally hit the ground.

He crept against the walls of the buildings around him silently, keeping his eyes locked upwards in case Foolish or Prime forbid, Fundy who’s a literal fox, saw him. It took forever and a half, his body tense and head running with worry and fear, but he finally made it to the edge of the country. The grains of sand were like rocks to him, and the tall skyscraper-like sign was simply out of his sight at this size. Maybe it was that that finally made it sink in.

He was shrunken. A mere few inches tall in this world full of beings that could be up to twenty three feet, this world full of gods and people who wanted to play god. A world full of hybrids in which could and likely would eat him upon seeing him at this size. His heart sank into his stomach, and he almost collapsed against the sign from how shaky his legs became. How was he going to survive?

Through pure grit and determination. That’s how he’s gotten this far, and it’ll be how he gets through this. Pulling himself together, which felt like a mountainous task, he started out into the forest. Surely there was some place he could seek shelter in until he could build himself a better one. Nightfall was approaching, so he took shelter in the closest spot: Wilbur’s burger van, sitting abandoned and vacant and desolate. Just like its owner, Quackity mused. Though, it made him wonder what had become of the man. He hadn’t seen him in a while, had he managed to lose his life once again?

Curling up against the wall beside the door, he tried to get a little bit of sleep before dawn. Prime knew he was going to need it.

~ ~ ~

He found himself cursing his luck as he finally made it to another civilization. It’d been several days, perhaps a week’s travel at his size, and he’d been surviving on sweet berries and water from anywhere he could get it as long as it appeared clean enough. And wow, did he keep getting reminded of how bleak things seemed in Pogtopia.

But no, that’s not why he cursed his luck. He cursed his luck, because the closest civilization to Las Nevadas just had to be Kinoko Kingdom. The country his fiancés made without him without even telling him. The country his own fiancé banned him from. He wanted so badly to be petty, to keep marching onwards and find somewhere else to stay, but.. he’d also been surviving on sweet berries and water from wherever he could get it. Beggars can’t be choosers, so he begrudgingly continued into the country, hoping against everything that the closest house to him was George’s.

It was harder to find a crack in the wall at this house, he noted with an annoyed scoff. At least their pretty little kingdom was untouched by Dream in his mission to enact revenge. Though, hadn’t Sapnap said something about killing him if he escaped..? No, he scolded himself. No thinking about them. I can’t focus on them. On the side of the house, there was a very small hole, one where he’d barely managed to squeeze into.

The dark, cramped corridors he was met with was, for better or for worse, undesirable. But it was also the last place he bet he’d be found, so he’d just make do. It was obviously better to get over a little darkness and dirtiness than to be caught at this size by anyone. Sure, it was a little difficult to get around for now, but surely he wasn’t fully incapable. Surely he can make his own ladders and such. I hope so, he thought as his hands almost lost grip on the support beam he was climbing.

He’d made it to a new ‘floor’, sitting down to catch his breath. The walls were mostly solid, but there was a small amount of space to walk on. He’d find somewhere to stay in a moment- There were voices, more than one and it caught him off guard. He.. was this not George’s house? Well, even if it wasn’t, fine, right? There’s more than just him and them in Kinoko.

…He should find where he’s staying. Surely there’s some open area that’s not in a cabinet or something of the sort. Getting to his feet, he walked down the ‘hall’ searching for an open plan. He knew he was walking towards the voices, but he also needed to know how close he was to the open floor. He’d stay out of sight, he’d be okay.

The hall he’d been walking on stopped abruptly with a small opening. It looked like it led to a kitchen or perhaps a bathroom counter, though it was likely the former considering the voices he heard. Hesitantly poking his head out, he observed his surroundings.

The house itself seemed a mix of spruce and dark oak, with mushroom decorations scattered here and there. He wouldn’t be surprised if the counter was made of giant mushroom stems. The kitchen was attached to a barren dining room, with a table and three chairs, one of which had collected a good amount of dust. A half wall seemed to separate the kitchen and living room and-

His eyes caught sight of orange irises and he bolted back into the wall. Sapnap. Fuck, out of everybody- “Everything okay?” “Uh- yeah, just.. thought I saw something.” Shit, shit shit! He mentally cursed himself out. Of course, of fucking course he’d wind up in his ex-fiancés’ house! He was trying to go to George’s! Whatever, it would be fine, right? He was trying to stay out of sight anyway, just more incentive to, anyway. If he got caught by Karl, there was a good chance he’d be killed, if their last interaction was anything to go by. Sapnap was a bit of a wild card, especially since he had enhanced senses, but it was probably best to avoid capture at all costs. Stepping back into the wall, he tried to tune out the voices of his exes, trying to ignore how the domestic, peaceful atmosphere twisted his heartstrings painfully.

It’ll be fine. Just don’t get caught.

Easy enough.

He found an opening wide enough to be around the same size as his old bedroom, and despite having nothing but the clothes on his back he smiled. Maybe this will be okay. This could be good, he’s completely out of anyone’s view and nobody could get to him! He’d finally be safe. Sure, it’s not homey right now, but surely he could make it that way with enough time. Get some supplies, maybe scraps of fabric and make some kind of nest, since a bed wouldn’t be feasible. Definitely food, but that wouldn’t be hard to achieve, he was pretty close to the kitchen. He was sure it would be fine.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #remember me my love

[sillyprettyfairy]

Things that are bothering me about the Enna racism scandal - 1

No one's going to read this and that's okay. I just wanna write my thoughts out in a formal way while this is still fresh in my mind and in the news in general so I can point to it in future possible situations.

Situation summary: Towards the end of a collab stream between Kyo Kaneko and Enna Alouette, both of Nijisanji EN, Enna spews some serious antiblackness in the form of stereotyping and othering. My thoughts on the situation and response to it by not just Enna but others under the cut. ⚠️ If you are looking to start a fight with me over this or be a weird racist weirdo on this post or in my asks, it literally isn't worth it because I will not engage and will absolutely just block you or clown on you. ⚠️

The circumstances are absolutely poetic in the worst possible way. Enna is the focus of this controversy, as she should be. What I haven't seen enough people bring up though is that Kyo being the other half of the interaction makes this incredibly ironic and even a little darkly comedic. Kyo uses/appropriates aave (African American Vernacular English) as an admitted white man and has cute little blaccent to pair with it. Him being the center of the antiblack comments made by Enna and having to be the one to "educate" her on how what she said was harmful genuinely blows my mind. The argument that Kyo simply grew up in an area with Black people and that is why he speaks the way he does is...a flimsy defense based on past life information I won't share on this blog. All I'll say is that there is evidence supporting that he only started speaking the way he currently does recently and even if that were not the case, there is a discussion to be had about him essentially being a straight-up minstrel show just by being a member of a major vtuber corpo who is not Black, but uses Black vernacular and speech as a part of his brand to entertain a mostly non-Black audience.

2. Enna and Kyo created a perfect storm for this entire situation to occur, unintentionally. Enna constantly makes inflammatory comments on stream and is constantly apologizing, doubling down, or joking about said comments eventually getting her "canceled". This has obviously aged poorly. Kyo, as stated in my feelings towards the first point, is also someone who will never understand the experiences and culture of Black Americans, no matter how much "that's crazy" comes out of his mouth. Despite this, he is perceived by many to be Black. Hell, when I watched his debut live one of my Black girlfriends and I were almost 100% in our automatic assertion that he was Black and that he was likely the first Black member of Nijisanji, which excited us.

The nature of Kyo's performance of Blackness as a white man happening parallel to Enna's constant controversial tongue getting her into mini-scandals and leading up to them becoming a duo with a perceived fun dynamic as a result of their friendship was probably the most unfortunate concoction of circumstances that created this entire scenario. It was inevitable that, on the path she was taking, Enna would say something so foul that it'd be legitimately deeply problematic. It was also inevitable that Kyo would have to engage and contend with the fact that he is a non-Black person who, because of his performance of Blackness, is now perceived as such or at least perceived as having some sort of proximity to that identity. Their becoming friends simply caused both of these things to happen faster and at the same time with the other person's assistance.

3. Why is everyone saying "POC"? This is a BLACK issue. What managed to annoy me the most upon further inspection of the reaction to Enna's comments is that even other Black people, many of which have decently-sized platforms in the vtuber space, are not using the word Black when talking about this and other similar situations. This has nothing to do with people of color in general in terms of who the targets, victims, and affected are. This is about BLACK people.

Enna was not thinking of anything other than Black people when she made comments about Kyo sounding like he listens to Snoop Dogg and eats fried chicken with his friends. She was calling on old and tired stereotypes about Black people that she likely learned from media depictions of Black people and culture as well as the societal normalization of those ideas.

Black should not be a scary or dirty word to use. When we are talking about issues that specifically affect Black people, seeing everyone say that it affects "POC" genuinely ticks me off because it's a term that was made with the purpose of describing the experiences of more than just one particular group of people but is being used now in place of just saying which particular group's issues you are talking about.

What Enna said was anti-BLACK. Vtubers are constantly being exposed for anti-BLACKness. The issue is anti-BLACK racism and not something that applies to all people of color in this particular instance.

I believe that a lot of people are not equipped with the words, knowledge, and information to engage with this discussion in a way that is deeper than acknowledging that it happened and was really shitty for like a week or even a month before we move on to a new vtuber controversy or graduation or what have you. Obviously, Enna is not the first and will not be the last vtuber to say some very anti-Black shit. But I think there needs to be a wider community discussion for both vtubers and fandoms about why this continues to occur and how to get it to not happen nearly as often. Or at the very least when it does happen, there shouldn't be people en masse defending whoever perpetuated harm by calling people "sensitive" and "thin-skinned" for being hurt by literal racism.

The hesitancy of vtuber spaces to discuss "politics" has caused a weird perpetual cycle of something fucked up happening involving a vtuber's words or actions relating to social justice and political issues getting them massive hate and/or being defended by others at the same time with a surface-level discussion of the grievance being had, but ultimately not going any deeper than "this is good/bad and vtubers should remain apolitical beyond saying hate is bad".

This cycle is going to continue for as long as everyone wants to pretend their oshi doesn't have or shouldn't have any sort of political opinions, ideas, or beliefs. But instead of any sort of effort being made to address the inherent issues with this way of looking at content creators especially, we talk about it as though we care for a bit and then go hee and haw about Vox getting hate for saying water tastes like piss on Twitter or something. It's incredibly frustrating and I know the same thing is gonna happen here, which just makes me feel tired.

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I honestly have a lot more thoughts but this post is already an essay so I'll probably make another post later about my other thoughts because I have Many.

#vtuber babble #more like a rant but w/e #nijisanji #nijisanji en #enna alouette #kyo kaneko #vtubers #also before anyone says anything i am not a hater #i'm genuinely just a frustrated black vtuber fan that's it #i love vtubers so much #but there's a reason i don't interact with the fandom much at all #and i absolutely have something negative to say about a lot of the biggest names people bring up #but in the same way every fandom has incredibly toxic aspects and I still enjoy the media #i can love and enjoy certain vtubers while being critical of the fandom and creators in the space #tag babble

[thotsforvillainrights]

One of my best assets is my tits for days and I love doing one thing with them so who do you think wouldn't mind using their partner as a pillow for that very aspect?

(Congratulation on your boobas anon, I hope this suits you well.)

~Chest Pillows~

(No it’s not really all that smutty but I felt like I needed to let you know its got sex mentions in this one. Also, I’m not sure everyone can insert themselves into this one but be sure that no matter your chest style or size, your fave character will still lay on you like a weighted blanket💗)

~From the League~

-Shigaraki: Oh like some sort of heaven. Imagine you’re playing your favorite game or watching your favorite movie and eating snacks while the lights in your room are set to dim. On top of that, you’re on the best pillow ever? That’s his reality right now.

-Dabi: As if he could do this without it leading to something in the early half of the relationship. The first few times he does it immediately progresses to the bedroom. The next few times it just becomes his favorite place to lay. Who knows? Maybe that’s one of the ways he shows his love.

-Muscular: Now let’s be real here, did you expect him to not be on the list???

-Twice: Not really as sexual but more like a comfort type of thing. He’s gotten too used to it and so have you so it becomes his thing. Of course you’ll have to deal with lewd outbursts but by now I’m sure you’ve dated long enough to know how he can be when it’s not just him talking.

~From the Hassaikai~

-Mimic: In his small form I think you might like it more than he does. Think about it? He’s like a personal heating pad. And the winter time too? That’s literally when it gets to be the best! In his larger form, no way. He may ask and he may beg but you already know he’s a bit too weighty to do it. You might be able to maneuver to better fit him but I wouldn’t try it myself.

-Chrono: Boy he thinks he’s flirty with it too. He’s a big tease with you so watch your back. If you aren’t careful a simple cuddle like this can turn into something else real quick. Just keep in mind those wandering hands when you let him use you like a pillow or else...

-Rappa: This man would JUMP at the opportunity to use your chest as a pillow. You would think he has other motives...and sometimes he does, but for the most part he just like the comfort it offers him. The brute won’t admit it but he also likes being close to you like this.

-Deidoro: What do you think he want from this? Do you genuinely believe its just a cuddle to him or do you think he wants to hit? Be real with yourself. Okay, he’ll admit sometimes its not just the sex he wants from it. He remembers one time he got blackout drunk and you didn’t leave his side that night. he felt like shit the next day and you saw him at his worst but you were still there to hold him close despite seeing him puke his guts out and cry. The position kinda just stuck around after that.

-Hojo: Nothing really naughty here. It’s odd since you never even asked him to do it. It just suddenly happened one day when he got home from work. He was so tired that he collapsed onto the bed. Without a word he curled up into this position and hasn’t really stopped since that day. You don’t really bring it up since you know he’d stop if he felt like it bothered you in any way.

-Setsuno: I think there’s something so intimate about this position to him. It’s not only comfortable like he feels he can vulnerable to you, but it’s more like you’re his only (I’m assuming for the sake of this ask). He’s happy to know that no one else can lay like this on you but him. He feels special, loved like he’s the luckiest man on the planet. He’s a real sweetie.

-Katsukame: If you can manage but it’s honestly the other way around. His chest makes for more than pillows. Like a memory foam mattress or something. I have no idea how you two manage to make it work when it comes to him laying on you.

-Nemoto: Sweet yes, but this man is a secret freak. In fact, he’s probably the one that asked you to lay there first. He’s not staying in that position for long unless he’s tired. Other than that, he’s bringing out whatever smooth words he can use to flirt with you in any way possible. You really didn’t expect it from him since he seemed to be so aloof and rigid when you first met. 

~From the Meta Liberation Army~

-Skeptic: Actually loves setting up camp in this position. Stretches out nice and long and comfy on the bed, opens his laptop and gets to work while you support him. He’ll fall asleep working right there if you let him. At this point, he expects you to be laying there and ready for him to get comfy after work. Sometimes I figure he can’t really sleep unless he’s laying on you like this.

-Trumpet: Big flirt and I don’t care what anyone says. He’s a big flirt and probably asked you to do this within the first 2 weeks of dating each other. He moves a little quick but I think he has a secret fear of you getting away from him so he tends to dive in rather quickly (I’d love to write more about this. Somebody request Trumpet dating please God...) Anyway, if you can avoid those looks he’s giving you then maybe you may be able to simply lay there and cuddle each other but he’s getting impatient and starting to put his mouth to work so I suppose you already know what he’s after...

-Curious: She’s bold with it. In fact the first time you invite her over, she lays on you just like that. She does it like it’s a normal thing to be honest. She just lays on your chest, flicking through various channels and trying to find a movie to watch together. She’ll lay on your ass too if you let her. She’s the type of person that doesn’t mind having your thighs draped over her shoulders either. She will lay anywhere on you. Nothing is off limits as her pillow. I just think she’s a big cuddler.

~The Others~

-Chimera: He’s oddly jealous sometimes with you so he likes to bask in the fact that he’s the only one that can use your chest like a pillow. It’s kinda like a weird prideful feeling that swells in his chest when you let him cuddle you like this. Wanna make him melt? Scratch his scalp while laying like this and watch him groan happily. You’re really too much for him.

-Slice: If you let her lay on you then she’ll let you lay on her. Sound like a good exchange to you?

-Giran: You’ve got to be out of your mind if you think this man is gonna give up the chance to lay on some titty pillows. No really, you’ve got to be crazy to even consider he’d miss the chance. 

(Everyone seriously remember that I think they’d all be into it even if they aren’t on the list. I just think these one’s are MORE into it than the others)

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #minors dni #minor dni #bnha giran #slice bnha #bnha chimera #curious bnha #skeptic bnha #trumpet bnha #league of villains #shie hassaikai #smut?

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Wedding Night

Gaara x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,244

Warnings: arranged marriage, virgin sex, oral sex, unedited smut

I was nervous. My heart had been racing all day thanks to my wedding day anxiety, and the unsolicited advice from literally every single woman attending did not help. Neither did my father’s look of sympathy as he gave me away. My heart, having beat so fast it ran out of fuel, had dropped to the pit of my stomach the second we got into the carriage to take us to our home. This was the first time I was truly alone with my now husband, and it was dead silent. I was convinced he had fallen asleep with his eyes open, bored out of his mind, while my mind was reeling with all the scenarios that could happen.

The Kazekage was many things, but not a charmer. That much I was certain.

The carriage stopped and a guard opened the door. Not acknowledging me, again, Gaara got out first. A second guard presented his hand to help me exit as he continued towards the door. Lovely.

The house was massive, and right in the middle of the village. My face became hot realizing how easy everyone had access to it. Not only did it seem unsafe, the lack of privacy was a waving red flag.

Then I noticed his siblings standing in the door frame. We would have witnesses to our consummation.

I tried not to dwell as I followed Gaara inside.

His siblings vanished from the porch and then the door shut with the wind.

“We have the place to ourselves tonight,” he spoke in a low, monotone voice, “They reside here as well and will be back tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they don’t bother you the same way they bother me.”

“Was that… a joke,” I tried to crack a smile but I was so anxious it didn’t translate through my face.

For the first time all day he really looked at me. The silence was heavy. My shoulders slouched and my face dropped after a few moments, he was disappointed with his bride.

“Come,” he turned around and started up the flight of stairs, “I’ll show you to our room.”

Not having separate rooms detracted half the advice I had been given early, but I was glad I wouldn’t have to deal with being alone when I went to sleep my first nights in a new home.

Gaara opened a door on the second floor and led me inside. The room was nothing special. A king size bed in the middle of the left wall, wearing deep blue sheets. Across were two armoire closets, made of cherrywood, and a door that seemingly led to a bathroom. It was bare, unlived in.

I turned to look at him by my side.

“I don’t have much skill when it comes to decoration,” Gaara said, meeting my eyes, “You can change everything to suit your liking.”

“O-okay,” I answered.

We stood there in silence, staring at each other, yet again.

My face got red as I realized it was about to happen.

“Um,” I stuttered, “Shouldn’t the sheets be white,” I looked down at my feet, embarrassed.

“If you want white sheets we can have them delivered in the morning,” he replied.

My brows furrowed in confusion, “I mean, like, for the blood.”

“What blood,” he asked, stepping closer he grabbed my hand and lifted my arm, “Are you injured?”

“No,” my heart shot up from my gut to my throat, “For the consummation,” I spoke too loudly for my liking. He placed my arm back down at my side.

“You are…,” he looked at me, “A virgin?”

I wanted to crawl into myself and die.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“That is good to know,” he walked towards the bathroom door, “I was hoping we could wait. I know everyone wants you swollen with my child by tomorrow, but,” he opened the door, “I think it best we get to know each other a little more. Your clothes should have been put in the closet on the right, I’ll be in here until you're changed into your pajamas.”

I was relieved at his idea to wait, though part of me just wanted to rip it off like a bandage. Then I got sick again knowing that I have never owned pajamas in my life… and that I sleep naked. I stalked to the closet, hoping there would be something that resembled sleepwear or that my mother had packed my belongings and threw me a bone. Inside all I found were tiny lace pieces and short satin dresses. Obviously, my ninja gear had been omitted from the move since I was no longer allowed to be in active duty, but nothing besides lingerie was inside the closet.

I threw open the single drawer at the bottom, praying for a miracle. It too had nothing but sexy underwear, and I wanted to faint when I saw leather straps. Who did this?! My shock made me lose my grip on the drawer and it fell onto the ground with a loud crash.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I answered too quickly and too loud.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t sleep in my wedding robe. I looked at all the dresses, concluding they revealed too much for a sexless night.

“There’s, um, there’s no pajamas in my closet,” I called to him. The door unlatched and opened as Gaara walked to me.

“I’m sure they just hid it from yo…” he trailed off taking in the mess on the floor, “There has to be something here.”

Gaara picked up a black strap off the floor, “What even is this,” he asked, tossing it aside. “Is this supposed to make me horny,” he picked up a tiny, lace thong, “My sister must have gotten your size wrong.”

I spit out an embarrassed laugh.

Eyes narrowed, he shuffled through the mess on the floor. “Why is there nothing but underwear in this whole closet?!”

“Can I just wear something of yours,” I asked.

His face softened, “Of course. What’s mine, is yours.”

His closet was full of clothes and pajamas, so I had plenty of options. He handed me a large black t-shirt and red drawstring pants. I nodded in thanks.

Gaara went back to the bathroom while I changed. I threw the shirt over my bare chest, swimming in its size. Then began the mental debate of panties. The ones I had worn with my wedding robes had meant to suck me in and were too tight for sleep, so I removed them. I picked up the pait Gaara had thrown aside earlier and put them on, not wanting to be bare underneath his pants. His pajamas were too big for me, but they were comfortable and warm.

“I’m done,” I called as I climbed into the bed. Gaara emerged from the bathroom, having also changed into pajamas, which matched mine. He flicked his wrists and the lights went out. I felt him climb into the bed next to me and settle. The quiet lulled me to sleep, where I dreamt of my husband touching my body.

Something in the night startled me awake. I ripped my eyes open, seeing the bare wall. In my sleep I had turned onto my side, my back facing Gaara… only... He had also turned onto his side and had his arms wrapped around me. His hand had wandered up my shirt and was now resting under my breast.

I squirmed to try and move myself, but he only tightened his hold around me. Panicking, I grabbed his arm and pulled it down, forgetting how strong I was. His shoulder popped and I felt him wake up. His hand remained too close to my boob, which he noticed. He flipped himself over mumbling an apology.

“Wait, Gaara,” I turned, poking his shoulder.

“Hmmm,” he grumbled, half asleep.

“I want to,” I blurted out. I blushed at my confession, but honesty was the best policy.

“Want to what,” he asked, turning onto his back.

“I want to consummate our marriage,” I whispered, regretting how I worded it.

Silence was my answer.

“Um, nevermind,” I moved to lay back down but Gaara sat up and grabbed my face, bringing me in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss was nothing like the one we shared during our ceremony. My body tingled in response. I whimpered when he pulled away, wanting more.

“Are you sure,” he asked, holding my face in his hand.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised before kissing me again. His tongue licked my lips asking for entry. I parted, not really knowing what to do. I just knew I wanted him as close to me as possible.

Gaara laid me onto my back, continuing the kiss. He paused to look at me, I fidgeted under his eye. He smiled, genuinely smiled at me, before continuing the kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, a feeling I won’t soon forget, before trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt. Tickling my stomach and hips before pushing the fabric upwards.

“I want to keep it on,” I gasped, not ready to be fully naked in front of him, despite the lack of light.

“Okay, Y/N, but anything you keep on, I get to keep on and we can’t make love unless we take off our pants.”

His choice of words shocked me. Make love? We hardly knew each other. Still, I nodded in agreement.

His hands moved to the waistband of the pants I was wearing and slowly pulled them down. He cocked his head to the side, recognizing the thong from earlier.

“I guess Temari did get your size right,” he winked.

I took a deep breath as his fingers looped around that waistband and pulled down. The most private part of me was now bare to him.

“If you want to stop at any point, please tell me. You can shove me to the floor if you want,” he waited for me to acknowledge him before continuing. I didn’t trust my voice so I nodded.

One second he was staring at me, the next his head had fallen to my core. I soon realized what he was doing. His tongue licked up my folds, making my yelp. I had touched myself before, but my fingers never felt like this. I felt him smile with pride as his licks made me squirm and gasp. I kept my hands at my side, gripping the sheets. The pleasure increased when Gaara wrapped his mouth around my clit and lightly sucked, continuing the tongue laps. The bed beneath was soaked from how wet I was.

On instinct, my hands went to his hair and pulled him closer to me as I begged for more. My embarrassment and anxiety from earlier had vanished due to my lack of need for his touch. I didn’t want him to stop, and I told him that too.

I felt one of his fingers enter me, making my volume increase. He pumped his finger before releasing my clit from his mouth.

He looked up at me from his position at my hips, our eyes met and my body came undone.

“Do you still want to,” he stood at the side of the bed when my orgasm stopped rippling through me.

“Yes,” my voice was so heavy with desire I didn’t recognize it.

“Shirts still on?”

I blushed but nodded.

“Okay,” I watched Gaara remove his pants, revealing a long, hard cock. My body hummed in excitement as he climbed back on top of me.

“Y/N,” Gaara grabbed my face with one had, forcing my concentration on his eyes and not his member, “Remember what I said about stopping me?”

“Yes,” I answered too quickly.

He smiled, “Good, now look at me.”

I kept eye contact as he entered me. My face slowly shifted into one of discomfort as more went inside. It wasn’t painful like I had been warned, but it was a new sensation that was extremely uncomfortable.

Gaara groaned when he was fully sheathed. He didn’t move his hips, opting to kiss my cheeks while I got used to his size.

“Please,” I finally asked, “Give me everything.”

Gaara growled in approval before moving his hips backward, slowly he thrust in and out of me. I moaned, moving my hands to grab his back and hold him to me. He took my expression and noises as cues. Once I had gotten louder, and wetter, and quickened his pace, causing me to scratch down his back.

“More,” I begged, and he laughed.

“Tonight, this is as much as you get. I don’t want you to be too sore,” he angled himself to hit a particularly pleasurable spot and I cried out.

We were both sweating, moaning messes when I felt my orgasm approach. Gaara must have felt it too because he quickened his pace enough to meet me. We came together, which is something the old hags told me would not happen. Gaara laid on top of me for some time before flopping over.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yes,” I was still catching my breath, “That was so much better than what I was told would happen.”

“Oh?” Gaara sat up, massaging circles into my tummy, “Just wait until we become more accustomed to each other’s bodies.”

#gaara scenario #gaara fanfic #gaara x oc #gaara fanfiction #gaara x y/n #gaara x reader #naruto x reader #gaara oneshot #sabaku no gaara #gaara of the sand #suna no gaara #gaaraxoc #gaara headcanons #kazekage gaara

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Robby NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed. 

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy. 

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too. 

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though. 

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had. 

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature. 

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice. 

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance. 

J: Jack off 

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over. 

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you. 

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to. 

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things. 

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share. 

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs. 

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off. 

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all. 

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it. 

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish. 

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand. 

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that. 

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;) 

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves. 

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches. 

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you. 

#cobra kai #robby keene #tanner buchanan #hawk #eli moskowitz #miguel diaz #karate kid #robby x reader #robby imagine #robby smut

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

#azumane asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi x reader #asahi x you #asahi x y/n #asahi azumane #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama x y/n #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima imagine #hq fluff #hq tsukishima

[stanmammon]

demon brothers with big spoon and little spoon? Who prefers what?

Asmodeus:

Asmo truly couldn't choose one or the other. Just being held was great, he loved feeling adored and appreciated, especially when you whispered sweet nothings in his ear from behind. But he also liked to be the one whispering, and when he was in the mood he'd often take the big spoon position so he could rub against you, nuzzling into your neck and whining about how sexy you were. Cuddling is a very quick way to get Asmo in the mood so unfortunately, you won't be getting much sleep if you stay in his room.

Beelzebub:

Big spoon. You've tried the little spoon position before and he didn't mind it, but his size made it far easier to be the protective big spoon. He thinks the way you cling onto him is cute and he grows flustered whenever you bring up how safe you feel in his arms, beyond happy that you feel that way as he truly would do anything to stop you from being harmed. It's hard not to smother Beel in kisses before you both start settling down, his fingers absent-mindedly trailing down your side as his lips pressed hurried kisses against yours.

Belphegor:

Little spoon. This sleepy demon literally dreams about you holding him each night and it's one of the quickest ways to get him to fall asleep (which is saying something as he can fall asleep in an instant). He loves the feeling of you holding him, the secure hug that you wrap him in after you're both snuggled under the blanket together, and he insisted that the nights you spent together are when he gets the best sleep he's ever had. Sometimes he'll pull you down on the bed without even saying anything, arms wrapped around your middle as he told you it was cuddle time now (no matter what time of day it was).

Leviathan:

Little spoon. In the beginning he tried to be the big spoon but the nervous demon felt awkward, never knowing where to comfortably settle his arms. He's far more comfortable burying his face in your chest so you can't see his embarrassment while your arms encircle him, rubbing his back soothingly and washing away his anxieties regarding your relationship. You didn't mind being the big spoon with Levi as his reactions to your simple touches were always too cute to bear, something you never fail to mention when it happens.

Lucifer:

Big spoon. It's only his pride that doesn't allow him to say being little spoon is his favorite but for a man like Lucifer who has many responsibilities thrust upon him, he likes to allow someone else to take charge for at least a few moments. You may start off spooning him but he quickly reversed the situation once his needy mood had been satiated, thanking you for your kindness and wanting to repay it back with his own affection. He makes it known you're the only one he'd ever allow

Mammon:

Big spoon. He likes to be little spoon from time to time (won't admit it, acts like he's doing YOU a favor) but there's something that warms his heart about being able to wrap his arms around you in the middle of the night and pull you back against his chest. It's like a friendly reminder that you're his to pull close to, that you're lying next to him because you return his feelings, and it's a sensation like no other when you place your arms on top of his and lean back into his embrace. Mammon always gripped you a little tighter if he felt you start to wiggle away even when he's half asleep, mumbling that you couldn't get away from him that easy.

Satan:

Big spoon. It's a little easier for him to read when he's the little spoon but he finds that position uncomfortable, liking it best when you're curled up against him so he can protectively wrap his arms around you. It's not as though he can often focus on reading when you're around anyway, especially not when you've made yourself comfortable in his bed, so it's for the best that he admits it sooner rather than later so cuddling time can be as efficient as possible. He likes to press kisses to the back of your neck while he's spooning you.

#Obey Me #Obey Me! #Obey Me x Reader #Obey Me Imagines #Obey Me Beelzebub #Obey Me Belphegor #Obey Me Mammon #Obey Me Satan #Obey Me Asmodeus #Obey Me Asmo #Obey Me Levi #Obey Me Leviathan #Obey Me Lucifer

[yunoysl]

truth or dare. (m)

Summary: none it’s literally self explanatory they play truth or dare and proceed to fuck

Pairing: fuckboy!jaemin + fuckgirl!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: use of weed, mention of feeling like vomiting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, Jaemin’s very big, small praising and degradation

Hope you like it! Feedback is greatly appreciated! also off topic but I really like the header I made.

You’ve finally arrived at the party everyone has been talking about for two weeks now. You’ve been invited like crazy by a bunch of different guys, and who are you to turn down a good party.

“Y/N, you’re here” Jaehyun, the thrower of said party, asks you when he sees you step through the door. You both had a small fling for two months before he decided to make moves on the girl he’s been pining for 3 years. They’re been together for 5 months now, and you’re so happy for both of them.

“Yeah, where Haechan”

“In the kitchen doing god knows what”

You bid him a goodbye before heading to the kitchen, seeing your best friend Haechan mixing random drinks together and Jeno on the side looking at him and the drinks with disgust. You walked in just in time to hear the conversation they were having.

“I told you soda cannot make your stomach explode”

“But Yukhei said that it did, why would he lie to me”

“That’s because you’re naive and believe anything he tells you”

“I do not”

“Last week you believed the thing we saw while we were walking at night was a skincrawer because Yukhei said so”

“So, it actually might’ve been one”

“It was Taeyong looking for his keys that he dropped”

“You’re both idiots” you interrupt their conversion to make yourself known.

Your voice makes Haechan jump, which makes Jeno laugh. “We weren’t talking about how naive I am”

“Oh Haechan, you’re very naive, but that’s what I love about you”

“Hey Y/N”

“Hi Jeno” you’re extra happy to see him. Yes you’ve also slept with him but he was so sweet about it, not wanting do anything you didn’t feel comfortable with and also spoiling with your affection and praises before and after doing it.

“Haechan, what are you even doing?”

“I don’t know, I was bored, I came in here and saw drinks so I decided to get creative”

“He’s lost his mind” Jeno says, referring not just to him believing everything Yukhei tells him, but also the need to mix drinks just because he was bored.

“I knew that a long time ago”

“Can y’all stop bashing me like I’m not standing right here? So Y/N, you gonna sleep with anyone while you’re here? It’s been 3 weeks since you last slept with someone, I’m kinda starting to get worried that you’re a robot who’s replaced the real Y/N” You’ve had your fair share of guys. And you’re pretty experienced in what you do, never having a guy be disappointed when you’re with them. “You know Jaemin’s here?”

“So?”

“The amount of sexual tension you both have is insane, it makes everyone around uncomfortable. Just fuck him already”

“And I will, he’s the only one of your friend group that I haven’t slept with”

“Okay gross, and also you haven’t done me yet”

“You don’t count” he glares at you as you take a sip of the your drink, which thankfully wasn’t touched by Haechan and his experimenting.

“Thanks, I’ll try not to be offended”

“That’s the spirit”

Your attention switched from Haechan talking to Jaemin in the corner being very intimate with a girl. One of his hands was on her waist while the other was caressing her face, laughing at what she was saying.

“What are you guys doing inside” Yukhei, another friend of yours asked as he interrupted your attention to make his presence known in the kitchen, “all the fun is happening by the pool”

You, Haechan and Jeno moved to the pool, indulging in conversation with your group of friends. You’re watching as Johnny rolls a joint, about to have his second of the night. He offers you to take the first hit, you happily take it, only taking two puffs before passing it back to him not wanting to get too high or messed up tonight.

“If you’re not gonna get with Jaemin might as well get with Johnny again, I mean look at him, he’s huge, and I’m not just talking about what’s in between his legs” Haechan whispers into your ear, scaring you as you didn’t expect him to be all in your ear.

“Haechan, that’s gross”

“Rich coming from someone who’s had said thing between his legs in their mouth”

“I will punch you in the face if you don’t shut up”

“I’m just saying, the way his long slender fingers look while he’s pinching the paper of the blunt, a second time wouldn’t hurt”

You don’t get the chance to smack him before Jaemin is rushing over to where you were.

“Hey Y/N, can you come help me take Jaehyun to his bedroom. He drank a little too much and needs to be moved to his room”

“Oh, sure” you bid Haechan a goodbye, but not before having him give you a wink, silently telling you to get with Jaemin while you’re alone with him.

It wasn’t easy getting Jaehyun to his bed. First of all you had to kick out two people who were in there doing it, second you had to keep pausing and taking breaks since he’s very heavy and much taller than both of you — you don’t know why he didn’t just ask Johnny to help him. and thirdly, he was on the verge of throwing up a lot, so you had to keep him from puking on either one of you. You both decided to take a break in one of the empty bedrooms, too tired to walk back downstairs.

“Well we’re alone now... wanna play truth or dare”

“Really? You’re that childish?”

“Come on, it’s a fun game. Truth or dare”

“Okay, dare”

“I dare you to fuck me”

There’s a pregnant silence from you, making Jaemin slightly start to worry and make him think that he just ruined the friendship you both have, before you finally said, “okay”

He pushed you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, bringing his face close to yours to press a hard kiss to your lips. Your hand reaching up to pull on his soft locks while your mouth was on his. Your lips were so in sync with his, you found yourself lost in thought before he pulled away, eager to finally be inside you.

He obviously had to get you ready first and not just shove himself into you when you’re not even wet. He pulls your shorts and underwear off to throw them to the side. His fingers find their way to your wet count, teasing you by rubbing his fingers over you before shoving two inside you, not wanting to waste time.

“You’re so wet, naughty girl. You couldn’t even wait for me to do it myself, you’re already dripping just from me kissing you” The wetness of your cunt was very evident in the quiet room, the sound of it reaching Jaemin’s ears and having his thrusting into the air. He slipped another finger into you, thrusting them for a few minutes before pulling them out.

He pulled you off the bed to be in your spot where you were laying before pulling you on top of him.

His hands grip your hips while pulling you down on him.

His eyes made eye contact with yours as you stretched around him, his lips still swollen from your make out session.

“You’re so good for me. So tight, so so tight” He started thrusting upwards, your hips bouncing to meet his. You buried your face into his shoulder, moaning out as he bottomed out inside you. He was big, really really big, nearly splitting you in half if you hadn’t been adjusted to him.

“S-So big, Jaemin... it’s too much.” The stretch he was giving you almost had you dizzy.

“Shhh.. it’s okay. You can take me. I’m right here” His cock felt so good inside you, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock as he continuously thrusted into you. Your moans made his cock twitch.

You were both so sexually frustrated that it wasn’t quick until you felt yourselves about to finish at the same time. His tip continuously hitting your g-spot had you moaning in ecstasy, the pleasure he was giving you had you on the verge of almost blacking out. His cum was leaking from around his cock as he thrusted in and out of you.

“Cum with me, you can do it” that was what had you coming undone, your pussy clenching around him as his warm cum painting your walls white. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you up to the brim, your toes curling.

When he pulled out, both of yours cum that was mixed together leaked out of you, the white substance dripping down onto Jaemin thighs, having him moan at the sight of your abused pussy filled and leaking with his cum. It would’ve made him hard again if he wasn’t extremely tired.

You were so caught up in being busy with Jaemin you didn’t realize he had brought you to his room, and not some strangers like you originally thought. He cleaned you up before heading downstairs to get you both water and some snacks and returning back to you, both of you deciding to watch Netflix and enjoy each other’s warm company.

#jaemin x reader #jaemin au #nct smut #nct dream smut #00 line smut #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin smut

[x-chubby-reader]

Hey, how about hcs Ushijima,Terushima, Bokuto and Kuroo getting jealous when their chubby s/o being hitting on right before their eyes 🥴 what would they do? Might as well do nsfw a lil' bit? 🥺

Thank you! I love your works ❤🥰

 Jealous Haikyuu Boys + !NSFW!

Ushijima, Terushima, Bokuto, and Kurro x Plus size reader

A/N - Hope I brought this to justice. I loved this idea a lot but I think they might have made them a little toxic- Also sorry for this being very overdue with writing, but as most of you know my motivation for lots of thing is shit. Also Thanks to @livieeee for basically helping to edit and give ideas for this. I also may add to the other characters NSFW as I accidentally gave Bokuto the most detailed part

Lowercase intended

Not proof read

NSFW included

Cursing

The Characters are all aged up for this Headcannon

Ushijima

we are all very aware about how blunt he is with things

not one to bottle things up

if he doesn't like something, he will voice his opinion

ushijimas blunt ass will sat whatever he wants if he deems that its true

doesn't everyone want to know the truth about things?

he also isn’t one to be easily jealous over things too

his confident ass knows that he’s got you in the long run anyways 

he has complete trust in you, your his rock

ushi knows that you wouldn’t go off to flirt with some douche just for the fun of it

the first time that he had ever found himself jealous was when you had dragged him out to your friends birthday party in college

he wouldn’t of even gone if you hadn't forced him out to be social and to make some friends with people his own age and should get out of the house for something other than practicing with the volleyball team he was on

since the party had been for your friend finally becoming of legal drinking age, of course there had been alcohol

oh i wonder how this liquid luck could get you into a predicament?

you had needed to go to the bathroom, so you gave your boyfriend a little wave before leaving

it should of only taken you about five minutes, and ushi knew that

so when you took over twenty he decided to go looking for you

while he was searching for your thicker frame, you had been quite preocupied with something else

there was this guy, completely drunk off of his ass, who wouldn’t leave you along

“are you lightning? because your my mc-queen”

 just really icky and shitty pick up lines

homeboy was so touchy too omfg like back up ass hat

you hadn't even noticed the amount of time that had passed until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder

boy did that make you jump

and he looked pissed

~Nsfw~

homeboy really said posessive~

ushi literally ripped you away into the bathroom as you had been stuck in the hallways for god knows how long

for once his touch wasn’t gentle with you, it was more rough and less caring

he’s so rough with you right now oml

to make the story short, you won’t be walking easily later

he wants to make you yell out, to show everyone in the premis know that you are his

“how about you let everyone know who you belong to, sweetheart~”

his buff ass literally is holding you up, just fucking railing into you

only stops when he deems that you are done

he even apologizes if he hurt you too badly

cleans the both of you up with one of the guest towels hanging, before walking you ever so gently out to grab a cab and make your way home

Terushima

while the two of you had been out shopping for god know what, you happened to spot an old friend

he was ole of those guy friends that were overly touchy, but you never had really minded it since he was just being nice

your friend had been very high energy and affectionate, but they always meant well

so your boyfriend, terushima, had just smacked a smile on his face and acted as friendly as could be

But he was jealous of all the attention you were giving him

hey you couldn’t help it, you haven’t seen the guy in years

hello? teru is your boyfriend, not this guy!

the look on his face when you exchanged numbers to meet up later

you would of thought that you had just shot his puppy dear lord

he was so god damn sad

“he’s totally trying to get into your pants y/n!”

“no he isn’t teru, he’s just being nice”

“y/n, no-”

your so oblivious to it 

terushima has two levels jealously

he goes from pout-y little kid to complete asshole in a matter of seconds

homeboy is black and white with his personality, there is no gray area with him

even though he isn’t one to keep quiet about something he doesn't like, he did it anyways for your sake

though he glared holes into him

eventually when he had left ho boy did terushima give you an earful

you heard even more when he found about how you made plans with before mentioned friend to have dinner

it was just so the two of you could catch up after the many years that you haddn’t seen each other

“its just dinner”

“y/n its like he’s trying to date you

“can you chill out?”

“no! what? are you dating him now???”

okay he can be a little high strung sometimes, but its something you can tolerate

~NSFW~

remember how you had given him your phone number?

yeah, that may be important

while you had been getting ready for your little ‘dinner date’ with your friend, teru had still been glaring at the back of your head

you could see his annoyed look from the mirror, but you payed him no mind

hey, he would get over it sooner or later

your phone decides to start ringing, and its the guy

teru looks at it, then at you, then back at the phone

he hits answer before handing the phone to you

you decide to start talking, everything is in a friendly tone

and then he decides to play around a bit

a little nip here and there, nothing more nothing less

just to see what his little doll face can handle

then soon he escalates it more and more

soon lurking hands become groping and nips became hickeys

though you had to pretend that everything was hunky dory on your side of the phone

homeboy on the other line didn’t even think anything of it

“hey are you okay?” he had asked once when you particularly couldn’t handle his stimulation

“y-yeah i’m great right now...”

his hand would slip and dip into places that you had forgotten about until now

just the smooth and slick friction would bring heat to your face, though 

that’s when teru had taken the phone back

“screw off your asshat, never call her again!”

and he never did, even if you say him in public, he would walk the other direction 

Bokuto 

the two of you had just been out window shopping and peaking into stores on a saturday

when a store employee had started talking about a popular television show that had aired yesterday, you hadn't thought anything of it

in your mind it would of been rude to ignore them completely,

what if they were just having a bad day and you little small talk and brightened it just a little?

you didn’t want to have something like that on your consensus 

bo had been standing beside you the entire time, and you hadn’t even noticed the way he had stiffened and almost seemed to puff up, like an owl

there had been one person who did notice bokuto’s uneasiness

baby boy had thought that the two of you had been flirting when he walked by

omg he looked so sad

he went from being all perky and happy to looking like a deflated balloon

it was pretty pathetic

sooner or later the worker had felt so awkaward that he left, that’s when you had noticed his discomfort

he had waved if off until the two of you had gotten home, then you finally cornered him and asked

“whats wrong?”

he just rolled his eyes to himself, “you should know!”

yeah just the buffering circle above your head for that one

you really had no idea

“i seriously don’t bo...” 

“yes you do, in the store that worker was totally flirting with you!” he had finally spoke out

oh...

that had made sense you guessed

even though you had apologized to him, he had still been down, even needy

~NSFW~

bo had just been clinging on you for the past hour

if your standing, he’s right behind you, just looming

he became a shadow or a lost puppy, following you everywhere

his arms always found their way to your generous waist, holding onto you as if you would be blown away if a gust of wind decided to make its way though your home

as you had tried to walk down the short hallway that connected your bedroom to the living room, bokuto had stopped the both of you

he looked down to you before grabbing your wrist

bokuto half dragged and half lead you to the shared room you both shared since you moved in together

he had pushed you, not carefully may I add, onto the futon bed

koutarou soon climbed on top of your plush frame, his face lightly dusted in a red hue 

one of his hands wandered down towards the plush button that resided between your thick thighs

the other had cradled the back of your head, pulling you back lightly so he could have more access to your neck and collarbones

bokuto lightly kissed your skin, it didn’t matter if imperfections or not

now this would have been more of a sweet moment if you hadn’t noticed the almost mocking circles you felt at your core

“am i good enough for you now baby owl?”

you would of answered him if you were able to form words, but the amount of stimulation that he was able to give you simply from the tips of his fingers was astonishing

damn boy he got magic hands

you had opened your mouth but no words came out

that had made the two toned haired boy let out a laugh

the only thing that you thought to do was to wrap your arms around his broad back

“speechless, huh” he had taunted you, a smirk on his face

he just kept up his happy little circles, the stimulation bringing a warm, almost butterfly like feeling to your abdomen

 it was if he filled an empty part of you, and you needed him to survive

the tightness in your core had started to bubble, feeling as if you were going to top off the edge and boil over

your former speachless self was soon a babbling mess, telling bo how much you did need him

and even after you had reached and passed your high, he hadn't stopped, he loved the way your words flowed from your mouth in light, breathless pleas

oh he wasn’t even done

play nice you two

Kuroo

out of the two of you, kuroo had always been the more jealous one

baby boy is passive aggressive about it too

he doesn't do the keeping it to himself kind of bullshit

just completely straight to the point

he dosent often become jealous either

kuroo trusts that you wont get flirty or ‘advance’ on anyone else, because you have him for that

why would you need anyone else when he’s right there?

he has the confidence that all of us are jealous of

you and i know that this boy gives little insults to almost everyone

just in a joking and playful way, because that’s just how he communicates to people

but if someone decides to push it

ho boy

mr. rooster man slowly gets more and more passive aggressive

literally they turn into thinly veiled threats

you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears

so imagine his reaction when the waiter at a restaurant had decided to get a little too cozy with interacting with you

kuroo had been sitting right across from you, a pissed off look slapped over his face

who was this asshole and why the fuck was he going after his little kitten?

he had kept his mouth shut but raised an eyebrow at your plush form

it was as if he was asking if you were going to let this guy keep his shitty advances up

you just thought he was being friendly, but according to kuroo he wasn’t

when he had figured that you weren't going to stop him, he spoke up

“lay off dickwad” his voice had been laced with the utmost hate, you had never heard him ever use that tone before

with that, he had grabbed you by the arm before leaving, not paying for the two glasses

~NSFW~

the two of you had gone home in his car

no words had been exchanged between kuroo or you

“you were so into that, weren't you y/n” the bed-head boy had muttered to you, almost in a mocking way

you couldn’t think of a reason on why he was acting like that, so you had just kept your mouth shut until he would drop you off at your apartment

his hand that usually resided on your plush thigh while he was driving was currently white knuckled on the the steering wheel

even though he was looking at the road, he looked completely pissed

no plea for him to talk to you would make him speak up, it was as if he was stuck in thought

even when he had dropped you off at your flat, he seemed to still loom over you

when you took out your keys, he took them from your hand and opened the door himself as if you were suddenly incompetent of doing anything for yourself

“need someone to do everything for you huh? just too dumb in the brain to do anything...” kuroo had sneered to himself

“okay what the fuck is your problem you asshole?” you had finally spoken up, really what was this jerks deal with you?

homeboy had glared at you before pinning you against the wall in your own home as if he owned the place, “oh so now you talk, you were so fine with that guy in the restaurant huh? completely preoccupied with him to forget that i was there...”

suddenly everything is making sense right now, the puzzel pieces are fitting together

homeboy was jealous and you had no idea, you just though he was being pissy for no reason

he just sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, “idiot...”

kuroo had finally turned his head to look up to you, a slightly sad look on his face

oh you felt like complete shit, homeboy looked so down that your heart hurt

you leaned your head slightly down so you could give the top of his head a lil kiss kiss

homeboy almost seemed to purr from the affection

he slung his arms over your shoulders, it was as if he was leading you into the minimal living room that you had

the two of somehow ended up on the crappy couch you had, him on top humming happily down below at you

sandwiched happily together

“i’m still disappointed in you...” he muttered, looking down at you

“oh bite me” though you paused before thinking, “how about i make it up to you?”

kuroo had smirked, “and how are you going to do that?” he questioned you

it was as if you had suddenly forgotten how to speak, a burning heat spreading from your cheeps to the bridge of your nose

lets just say that you did not expect that answer from him in the slightest-

his slender hand ran up the side of your torso, as if he was memoriizing the peaks and valleys of your figure

“i’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” kuroo had muttered cockily, staring into your eyes

he had no shame making comments like these, why should he?

his fingers snuck under the elastic material of the underthings you had currently been wearing, teasingly testing the waters and rubbing fether-like circles over your sensitive bits that were located on your chest

“are you ready?”

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a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

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Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

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