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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three || four

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.

“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”

Ah. Now he gets it.

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.

“Resting Bitch Face.”

He frowned. “I don’t have that.”

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.

And he was right to assume such.

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.

“WHAT.”

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”

Bokuto gaped. “I am??”

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.

“Keiji!”

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.

And you were so glad he did.

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…

“...The fuck?”

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.

‘O S A M U M I Y A’

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick.

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute.

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed.

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.

“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”

“Yeah, but what if someone-”

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.

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The Interview | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: Being the daughter of both a famous radio show host and a serial killer lead to you being interviewed a lot throughout your life. This interview was different though. The host had something the others didn’t, charisma.

Warnings: none

You remember being shoved into the radio booth that was your fathers and being forced to answer all these questions about him, his life, and how you felt about police speculating your father was a murderer and whether or not you knew if that was true.

You were thirteen. You were grieving. You were forced to go from news station to news station to answer the same questions that you never knew the correct answers to.

Now you were in your early twenties. You wrote a book about what it was like to live with a murderer, dumbed down for the public and without all the things they’d find controversial. Like how you never saw anything wrong with what your father did, all those sentimental moments that piled up when you thought of him, how you slipped some poison in the drink of the man who killed him when you “interviewed” him for your book. No, none of that made it in.

You adjusted your skirt and looked at yourself in the window, making sure you looked the part of a sweet innocent girl.

A man walked into the room, demanding the attention of everyone with his perfectly styled hair, pressed suit, and loud footsteps. He looked around the room and when his eyes landed on you he broke out into a wide smile.

“Hello, my dear,” he said reaching for your hands. He cupped both of his around yours as he introduced himself.

“We’re about to go live in two minutes. I’m going to introduce you. You come in from the right, sit down right here, and then we’re just going to go through some of the questions I sent you. Although, we may stray from that to keep conversations flowing. Sound good?” He didn’t give you the time to answer as he nearly sprinted to set. “Places, everyone. Places.”

The cameras started rolling and you got to sit back for a moment and simply watch the man in his element.

“And welcome back!” he said. “Tonight, we have a very special guest. A girl born into a single parent home after the death of her mother and turned orphan after the death of her father, if you’ve been around as long as I have you’ve surely heard of her before and if you haven’t? Well, you shouldn’t be here. This is the night show, after all!

“Normally, I’d say welcome to our guest but just for tonight, I’ll take a lesson from the old radio and welcome our guest the way her father welcomed his. Dearly beloved, for your entertainment, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you the book world’s latest author,” he said your name as he walked towards the edge of the set, cameras following him.

He extended his hand for you to take as you walked up the steps. He led you to your seat.

When the pleasantries were done, the questions began. “So, tell me, what was it like being raised by a serial killer?”

“Well, I wish I could give you a simple answer but I’ve written a whole book about it. To spare you the long story, I’ll put it simply,” you began. “My father was good at pretending that nothing was wrong, that everything was normal and I believed it. He homeschooled me like he was. I did school work in his office and when he was done for the day we’d go home. I didn’t really have friends my age to tell me different.

“He had a friend. When I was a child, he’d take me to her house for us to have ‘girls days’ since my mother died during childbirth neither of us questioned it. Missing persons reports would be filed days after.”

“And this friend, did she ever suspect anything?” the show host asked.

“I wouldn’t know. I never got the chance to ask. She died in the 20s,” you told him.

“That must have been hard for you.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“I can’t help but wonder, do you think your father killed her as well?” he asked.

You tensed. Your back now straight as a board and your hands itching to clench into fists at the mere thought. You took a slow breath.

“My father had a type. She was not his type,” you said, voice a bit hard just a bit too defensive. Your true accent coming out just the slightest instead of the polished voice your father taught you from such a young age.

“And what was his type?”

“It was mostly men. Sometimes women, but mostly men. Especially men who didn’t respect those of fairer means,” you said. “He thought himself chivalrous.”

“And what did you think?”

“I thought he was good intentioned,” you said, words practiced long ago. “My father was always very protective of people he viewed as defenseless.”

“Do you know what triggered this specific brand of protection?”

“I never got to meet my grandmother. His father made sure of that. You see, she was a black woman and he was a white man. It was bad for his image to have a child with her so eventually he made sure she would never tell anyone and my father made sure I would never have to meet him,” you explained. “I believe that through the killings he committed, he was making sure that no other person would have to face the wrath of an angry man without reason.”

“That is very insightful information,” he said before he continued on with the interview.

You were pulling on your jacket to leave when the interviewer came up to you.

“Allow me to walk you home,” he said.

“I’m simply here for advertisement,” you told him. “I don’t have a home here.”

“Then let me walk you to your hotel. It’s late, I’d hate for something to happen to you,” he insisted.

You turned towards him finally. “As the child of a serial killer, I can’t say those words comfort me.”

You spun around and walked out the door of the building but he still followed you. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Your interview time is over,” you told him.

“I’m not trying to interview you,” he said. “I’m trying to understand you.”

“And why would you want to do that if not for some information to spin about me in your next news report?” you asked.

“I remember your father’s radio show,” he said. “I remember one day he was gone and the next day you were there. Thirteen years old, not even that much younger than I was, answering all these same questions.”

“Then you know how long I’ve answered them. That’s why I wrote the book,” you told him.

He shook his head and jogged a bit in front of you. “I remember thinking of how brave you had to have been and I just want to know the woman that brave girl has turned into.”

You stared at him for a moment, taking in everything about him. He was handsome, that much was for sure. You definitely understood why he was a show host. He had the looks for television and the charisma needed to hook an audience to go with it.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m pretty sure that’s a line my father used on his victims is all,” you said walking past him.

“Really? All that back and forth just for such a simple answer?” he asked.

“Call me careful,” you said with a wave over your shoulder.

“Paranoid is the word I’d choose.”

“Maybe you should be more cautious,” you told him, taking a moment to spin around and walk backwards to look at him.

When you faced forwards once more you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe radio is what you grew up with but the television was beginning to amuse you as well.

#hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader #one author two show hosts

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months

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Could I request brothers of Obey Me with an s/o who's a medical expert?

Obey me Brothers + medical expert s/o

Lucifer

Finds it interesting.

He doesn’t know much about human anatomy or medicine, so it’s always interesting when someone knows more about a topic than he does.

Really has no interest in the physicality of humans or healing. Just interested in their knowledge and hobby.

Provides them with as many resources as possible if they wish to learn demon medicine as well. But only if they want to.

Mammon

Probably says a lot about him that he finds it so hot….

Hearing them talk about medicine, and take authority in an emergency, gets his blood going.

He has no idea what they are talking about, as he’s pretty think with anything biology or health related, but it sounds impressive.

Makes jokes about wanting to play doctor, but gets too flustered & embarrassed if they take him up on it to follow through.

Levi

Finds it interesting, but only for fact checking games or his otome fanfic needs.

He got really into medical information when Hataraku Saibō came out. However he quickly lost interest when he had to actually learn stuff and look at pictures of blood.

Levi has a slight Hemophobia complex.

Will go ask them things like “how quickly does the human body drain of blood?” “what’s the difference between a laceration and a hematoma?” “could someone live if they were stabbed in the stomach 13 times?” For literary purposes only.

Satan

Of course loves anything to do with knowledge, and the amount of reading required to become a medical expert is just a bonus.

Satan also has an interest in medicine and medical information due to his love of mystery drama, which are his favorite type.

Forensic knowledge has a great crossover. So he spends a lot of time speculating with s/o on the cause of death or suspects in a book before it reaches the end.

Finds a lot of obscure medical books & journals to share with them, should they cross his path.

Asmo

Says he’s interested, but only to play doctor.

A lot of it really goes over his head as Asmo is only interested in figures. Not literal anatomy.

He does like to listen to them though, as they always get so passionate when they talk about some medical marvel of obscure fact. He’s always found passion to be a person’s sexiest quality.

Dresses up like a nurse a lot to surprise them. Thinks it’s helpful.

Beel

A lot of it is too technical for Beel too, but he tries to pay more attention than Asmo.

He is actually really interested in anatomy. Particularly as it relates to kinesis and physicality.

He asks a lot of questions on how to move his body better to improve his results. Or avoid injury.

Injuries do happen though, as it’s inevitable with sports or the high intensity work outs, he’s doing. Goes to s/o to have them bandage him up and take care of him. They always have to ask if he’s running a fever as well with how much he blushes.

Belphie

Belphie is a bit of the medical expert too. He had a lot of time to read when he was locked up in that attic, and anatomy was actually always an interest of his before s/o.

He plays dumb though and acts like he doesn’t understand things, so they’ll reteach him. Mostly just to hear them talk.

He also plays sick a lot so they’ll take care of him. Not necessarily a Munchausen, just needy.

It usually works. However there are sometimes when the treatments get a little….intense, and more than he bargained for. At least they haven’t tried surgery on him yet.

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devastatinglygreen · 8 days

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Okay so now do what you think will happen after Colin finds out about Lady Whistledown. 🙏

so i sat on this for a little bit because i didn't really know how to answer it but i was chatting with @gleefullypolin, while totally not talking about polin nonstop, no. talking very normally i assure you.

i'm going to put the rest under the cut because it might have spoilers or speculation that people don't want to see:

alright so we know when colin finds out about LW, right? and we know they have a fight. a big one. obviously.

i think colin has to have a regression of his character. he's only been vulnerable around one person so far this season. penelope. and he loves and adores her and she's going betray (hello eros and psyche!) his trust.

there is no love without trust.

there's something very interesting we noticed while chatting about colin and his bro friends. they've been there each time he makes a choice about penelope.

the first ball, he chooses her over them after they're like, "the featherington girl? why concern yourself with her?" but then he tries to take it somewhere private and she checks him hard and cracked his armor. she was not impressed with that version of him and he knew it.

and he definitely will when he learns she's LW if he wasn't aware before

when he's not near them, he chooses her without thinking about it, he runs out after her at a ball when gossip about them is pretty much being said to their faces. even at the first brothel scene, he tells them he's late but then we see him at the market waiting for penelope. this man is a fake and a liar and we see him, we know what he's about. nerd.

in episode 3, he's with them at the balloon thing and they're messing with him about helping penelope and he's so dumb because he's like "i'm done with all of that. it's good to back" all cocky and lame like he wasn't just eating the same cupcake thing she did and staring at her. i was a dramatic teenage girl who once had a crush on a guy who i only saw at lunch and never knew his name and even i wasn't down that bad. good lord. embarrassing.

not really i love it, i love him so much

but he picks penelope over them again when he runs off to save her from the big mean hot air balloon.

we see them again in episode 4, at the library while he watches penelope through a mirror. because that's definitely not crying, screaming, throwing up behavior. they invite him out. for revelry. regency bro speak for possible syphilis and liver disease, it's fine.

he can't get down with his ladies of choice because he's knee deep in wishing he was balls deep in penelope instead. he stares at a wall. they manage to make us feel bad for a man sitting in a brothel. amazing.

we see them at mondrich's. they're talking about girls they probably didn't actually sleep with. oh sure, totally buy that you had access to a woman for 6 months straight. you bet, my guy, totally believable. colin is unhappy. he's like don't you ever want to have a feeling? they're like, no, i just feel the syphilis. it burns, bridgerton. we need antibiotics.

antibiotics won't be a thing for like another 100 years give or take good luck i guess

but he stays and drinks. he's picked penelope but he can't have penelope at this moment. he's in bed laying there waiting to sleep. or die. idk. he's a bridgerton, they're dramatic.

he sees them one last time in episode 4. they stop him. they're dicks. rude to will on top of it? pls. they invite him out and he says no. he's picked penelope once more but he doesn't say anything but "excuse me" and pushes through. they don't push back. they're like, fine. more chronic liver failure and fake stories for us, bro.

he finds penelope. causes a huge social upset that no one pays attention to because he's too busy ragging on debling for having the audacity to leave penelope for years. which is fair. colin would never.

chases penelope. catches her. not quite balls deep but knuckles deep at minimum, let's be real.

which, i am very sorry for this being this long at this point, is why i think we could see his "friends" again before the end. he's going to go through something world shaking and they're always there when he's making a choice but i think what's important to note is that he always makes the right one, he always picks penelope. i think he's not fully dropped that armor and it's easy to slip back into someone pretending not to care, especially when you're hurting. he's got to reject the man society wants him to be and, essentially, be the man penelope needs him to be. she's his purpose.

eta: colin loves to be penelope's hero. i think he's going to feel that pull over whatever else is going on.

i'm just saying it's a mirror of how penelope needs to reconcile how she's both penelope and lady whistledown. they both need to come to terms with who they want to be moving forward. symbolism or some shit.

or i'm totally wrong and all those words above mean nothing. either way i got to avoid folding laundry. time well spent if you ask me.

#asks #anon #polin #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton speculation #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin's douche friends

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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Wholesome sibling antics with cricket crew? Like them getting reader on video/streams alot to play games (actual siblings) or maybe reader is a streamer and is very close with them, making people think you're siblings!

— 🦈 anon

oooo okay okay! I see the vision mwhahahahah ; and welcome to the family 🦈 anon! thanks for joining us :)

HANDSOME BROS ; sibling antics

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo & badlinu

warnings ; language, talk/jokes of killing, use of sibling!reader but can easily be skipped over/offered alternatives

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

siblinginnit goes crazy (if you're adopted or not/you're just that tight with him that you're basically siblings. I'm being inclusive I swear 😭🙏 maybe you just have different dads who knows)

you're also a streamer 💀💀

lots of fans came from your brothers' rise in fame, but most of them actually see you for your own person and not just Tommy's sibling

(or tommy's very close friend if you don't wanna imagine you're related that's totally cool)

you stream pretty frequently together

lots of your streams feature Molly because you gossip and make crafts together and shit

when you're streaming with Tommy, the yelling at playful fighting never ends

jack, freddie, tubbo & molly act as your peacemakers LMAO

board game streams once a month so you can gossip and shit

people making fanart of you two >>>

"siblinginnits 🔛🔝"

("I wish they were real siblings so they could share horror stories of each other growing up 💀💀")

vlogs go crazy when you're there istg

at least 3 mins of each video is you two just bickering and barking over dumb shit

TUBBO

"are tubbo and y/u/n siblings?"

"no but they act like it"

if he's not streaming for tubbathon or on the qsmp bc he's a suffering addict, he's probably making videos or streaming with you

you just have that clear dynamic that even tho you're not related, you're found family in every universe

late night board game streams >>>

or chill mc smp streams where you two just argue over what to use and complain about each others builds LMAO

you arguing with him that he needs to eat real food

him arguing back saying you should help him then

you made your qsmp selves be twins so...

somehow you're worse than cellbit & bagi

usually tubbo doesn't have sunny around to see but you guys are so violent to one another 💀

"wdym siblings don't threaten to kill one another?"

"my brother in christ"

but then comes the amazing fanart and fanworks 🙏🙏

sibling duo for the win

RANBOO

you're just that cool and tight with him yk

the fact that you're credited in the end of genloss s1 as creative writer 372828 or something, people started speculating maybe you were siblings??

you really don't look alike at all but alright chat

but yeah, you're very close and tend to talk/stream/record a lot together

you make a whole vlog channel and it's mostly you two going on adventures and stuff

helping them out with the rebrand too

you'll often play games together all night and half the stream is just you guys fighting over the best yogurt flavor

"Ran, I will come to your house and beat you up"

"I'm just saying I think I'm in the right here"

charlie and sneeg are like your uncles

the peacemaker uncles because there's no way you can be out in public without causing a scene 💀

you guys take .5s of each other EVERYWHERE

your insta stories are just spam .5s 💀🙏🙏

and dumbass roasts of each other

the fanart is cool tho, often they dress you guys in "I love my sibling" shirts LMFAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

you're actually adopted (much like Tommy /j)

but obviously, with Freddie comes the pain of him not getting your charger downstairs for you

LMAO but fr, uno and monopoly streams are very normal

lots of trying each others wardrobes out as well

hackett siblings fanart (as little as there is) goes hard

you guys do a little soldier march whenever Tommy mentions America, and he notices but doesn't connect it for a solid 3 months 💀

average sibling pranks as well, considering you're so close in age

your main victims are usually ranboo, tommy, and jack

djing with tubbo>>>> making bangers up in here

the amount of .5s you have of each other is worrying

you're both too lazy to delete them so you have the ugliest pictures of each other 💀💀

"my brothers leaving to go on a tour. what do I do to prank him when he gets back?"

"y/n this isn't the private account"

"damnit"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #cricket crew #cricket crew x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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reashot · 4 months

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Connecting Tears.

Part 1: Ren Confronts Jaune

Papa Arc: Any suggestion on how to separate my idiot son and Summer's idiot daughter?

Ren: We might not have to resorts to such drastic measures yet.

Papa Arc: In case you didn't know I just saw my son and Ruby naked in the same bed! I think something drastic is what we need right now.

Ren: You don't have to tell me. I saw both them showering together.... *shudder*

(My loyal followers knows what Ren is referring to. 😜)

Papa Arc: Sweet founder...

Ren: Yeah I know I'm just going to ask him some questions first before we decide to break them apart.

The Next Day...

Jaune: Hey Ren, I seen your message on my scroll. You looking for me?

Ren: Jaune the reason I called you here is because I want to ask you.

*sigh*

Are you in love with Ruby?

Jaune: W-what? This again. I told you already I'm not in love with Ruby!

We're just friends!

Why do you keep asking me this?

Me and Ruby are nothing like that.

In fact Ruby doesn't even see me like that.

Ren: *sigh*

Okay. Let's say I believe you. That you and Ruby are just friend.

How would you feel if Ruby decides to one day date another man?

Jaune: !!!

(Ruby Dating another man?)

*imagining Ruby in the arm's of another man*

*starts tearing up*

*sniffs* I-If that is what Ruby wants then *sniffs* then I as her best friend will give them my blessing and wish for her to be happy.

Ren: (Ohhh Shi....)

Part 2: Blake Confronts Ruby.

Blake: Oh Ruby~

Ruby: What is it Blake?

Blake: *giggle* You like Jaune don'tcha?

Ruby: *roll eyes* Sure Blake...

Me liking Vomit boy.

Wow, very correct, much speculation.

At best I just see him as my dumb older brother and at worst as a golden retriever.

Blake: *Gagh!* (Right in my shipping heart) B-but I keep seeing you and Jaune together a lot lately. Clearly there must be something going on with you two? (Please, please let there be something!)

Ruby: Silly kitty.

There's nothing going on with me and Jaune.

While it's true that I enjoy being with him.

I mostly used my time to talk about games and comics with him.

And I can't deny that he gives the best headpat I ever received.

We're just friends. That is all.

Blake: *grrr* If you don't ask Jaune out. Eventually he's going to be taken away from you by another girl. Do you want that to happen, Ruby?!

Ruby: (Jaune with another girl?)

*imagining Jaune giving headpat to another girl*

I don't like it...

Blake: Nya?

Ruby: I like Jaune as a friend and if he finally have someone asking him out then it's good for him, but when I Imagine him being close to another girl. I can feel my chest starts to tighten for some reason. I don't know what caused it. But I will still be happy for him. But for whatever reason I can still feel something hurt inside of me.

It hurt..

I don't like it...

I know it's wrong...

But he is my friend...

And I want him to be happy...

Even if It's not with me....

Blake: NYA!!!!!

(Moe!!!)

Ruby: Blake!!!

Are you okay?

You lost so much blood!

Blake: D-don't worry about it...

In unrelated news. The new Knight's of Rose book become a major best sellers in Remnant in just few days.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster rwby #lancaster #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #papa arc #papa arc knows best #lie ren #blake belladonna #blake ships lancaster

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fuck-customers · 5 months

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I think this might be a problem that only exists at my work/location, but it drives me bananas regardless.

There's a few groups of semi-regulars who will come in every month or so. The part that drives me bananas is that they'll come in a group of 4-6 people and will just be so fucking rude and inconsiderate about how much space they're taking up and are just rude in general.

They will stand in the main aisle in a group just talking, seemingly not even looking at any products, but still completely blocking the way and will ignore both employees and other customers asking them multiple times to please move so they can get by.

Then when they finally decide to either go to the service desk or register, the whole damn group will crowd the register/desk and will all be having multiple side conversations amongst themselves with the exception of 1 or 2 of them asking question after question to you, the cashier, but not waiting for an answer and also simultaneously talking to another one in the group. (Usually the one asking you questions will ask for price checks and then won't listen when you tell them the price and will ask again for the price and then won't listen...rinse and repeat) I have also repeatedly had issues with a couple of people in one particular group being exceptionally rude and will interrupt me answering a question for another person in the group by snapping her fingers in my face and one of these days I'm going to rip her fucking fingers off of her hand.

I suspect that at least one person in each of these groups is stealing and the others are there as a distraction, especially with how aggressively they will start bombarding you with questions when one of the group wanders off to look around. It also would be pretty easy for one person to grab something small and then hand it off to another person in the group, who hands it off to another, etc etc so no one notices. This is pure speculation on my part and if they were stealing, it's pretty dumb of them to come in as a giant noticeable group, but there has been a few times when I thought I saw one of them grab something to look at and don't recall seeing it be put back on the shelf, but I cannot swear 100% to it.

Sometimes I wish that we could still enforce some lockdown rules. Specifically, stay 6+ feet the fuck away from me, in particular, no more than 25 customers allowed in store and no large groups allowed, period.

Yep definitely a scam. A really, really, REALLY, old scam but hey if it works it works.

-Rodney

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noose-lion · 1 year

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About Chuuya and calculating formulas in his head: was this stated in canon (if so, that's so cool!) or is it a fandom speculation (if so, I'd be interested by your reasoning if you ever feel like writing a meta about this)?

Not stated in a direct sentence, but yes. It's in a light novel (dead apple I think), the context is Chuuya dodging grenades. How he was able to calculate the course of the attacks and then slow his motorcycle accordingly. His ability to do so is referred to as (direct quote), "his powers of observation, kinetic vision, and computing capabilities".

So no. Canon hasn't explicitly stated he does such calculations in his head. But yes? I do believe it counts as canon. I was focused on specifically 'computing capabilities'.

As for speculation, I'm a firm believer of a severely intelligent Chuuya. (I hope the contents of my blog have proved this beyond a doubt.) I absolutely despise the dumb and unaware Chuuya narrative present in so much of fanon creations. One it's stupid. Two it's almost always based in "soukoku shipping" glasses in the worst ways possible. Three, and this is with understanding the idea of transformative work, it's just wrong.

So outside the evidence of his intelligence and computing abilities in canon, I do headcanon Chuuya as extremely intelligent. Definitely not in the way Dazai and Fyodor (or Ranpo) are, but still brilliant.

Particularly with numbers, considering he was running an illegal jewel trade at 16. He is also able to control his ability so finely that it is basically tactically initiated telekinesis, which I'd argue is one part intuition and practice, and a smaller part a probable understanding of advanced physics.

Though the advanced physics bit is literally nothing but speculation and wishful thinking because I think it just feels right.

But anyway. Chuuya has (canonly) proven to be smart enough to keep up with Dazai, both tactically and when it comes to pattern recognition.

Take that as you will. :)

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ikamigami · 2 months

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I believe what Dark Sun told Foxy is true.

Maybe it's because of what he said about our Sun not surviving..

This.. I think that this cements it for me that Dark Sun isn't actually that bad.

I mean I think that he's not telling the full truth when he says that he only cares about his own ass.

Cause I think that he cares about something here. In our dimension. Or maybe about someone?

It might be just my wishful thinking but what if Dark Sun feels some kind of sentiment towards our Sun?

Cause when he was watching a bits from the channel it seemed to me as if he saw there something that he maybe wanted to be with his Moon or maybe he just in our Sun something he lost after all these times Moon refused to cooperate..

We were wondering on Discord when I still was active there how Dark Sun would feel about our Sun if he met him.

We didn't have them meeting each other and while Dark Sun didn't state that he hates our Sun for being a punching bag or that he feels a bit sympathetic towards him or that he doesn't care about him at all.. I feel like those little bits show that Dark Sun might actually feel sorry for our Sun.

I mean cause look, he told Moon that he should be worried about Sun and let him know where Sun is.. even though he could just simply say for example "don't worry about your dear Sun, check the lighthouse".. but he didn't. He said "you should be worried about Sun.."

And when Dark Sun was counting people who could built Eclipse - people who knows how to copy paste a personality - and he made a weird pause when he said Sun's name.. people thought that Sun is actually the one who is working with Ruin and helped him bring Eclipse back. But I think that Dark Sun hesitated because of how much our Sun doesn't believe in his own smarts. Sun can copy paste a personality - he did that with Moon's computer.. but remember how he said that it was just dumb luck?

And Dark Sun also said that Sun won't survive the aftermath of Ruin's "thanos' snap thing"..

And him watching their channel - he only later went to the episode with Ruin's interrogation - he was watching one of the games at first..

Doesn't it all seems odd to you? Why Dark Sun would be like that towards our Sun who "failed" in every way Dark Sun didn't?

Shouldn't he be angry at our Sun for being a doormat to everyone? For not being able to stand up for himself? Not being able to speak his mind to Moon?

Does Dark Sun might actually feel sorry for our Sun?

Maybe, and it might be my wishful thinking once again, Dark Sun isn't angry at our Sun because he.. gaah I can't find the right word xp..

Maybe Dark Sun admires, is sentimental about Sun's kindness?

I can't word it out how I want for the love of all that exist QwQ

What I mean is that Sun has this kindness and lots of empathy which is what Dark Sun lost. And I think that maybe Dark Sun feels some sort of grief.. for lack of better word.. it's like he's grieving who he was.

Cause like many people speculated me included that Dark Sun just became so cold, distant and emotionally detached to be able to stay on his ground, to be able to cut off the toxic people from his life - Moon literally and creator and Stitchwraith got killed. He has his peace but at what cost?

I think that our Sun is for Dark Sun a bitter-sweet reminder of what he had to sacrifice in order to achieve his peaceful life. I think that our Sun reminds Dark Sun of how he used to be as if he was looking at his younger self.

You know what I mean? It's similar to when you see yourself in someone else and you see all those aspects of you that were sweet but they're gone and you're not like that anymore. And you can't help it but to feel sympathy towards that person.

I think that the same is with Dark Sun. I think that he feels a little bit of sympathy towards our Sun because of how Sun is still kind and compassionate and forgiving. And Dark Sun used to be like that as well. And now he looks at Sun and can't help but to feel sympathy towards him. And he can't help but to feel sorry for Sun because of how much Sun struggles all because of his kind heart.

And because Dark Sun has a star - and interdimensional star at that - he probably saw things from future and he saw that Sun will try to do something to himself. Or that's what I think is the case.

I might be wrong but for me it can't be a coincidence with the way Dark Sun is whenver he mentions our Sun.

And that's why I think that he might want to try to prevent this from happening. But will he be successfull? Will he be able to convince others to listen to him?

We shall see. I can't wait to see what showrunners have in store for us.

At the end I'll say that I'm really happy to see that Foxy tries to do better as a father of FC this time and that he took FC with him to try and if kid can help with anything awwwww 💗

Also I wonder what are they doing wrong with the way they're trying to bring Solar back.. maybe they need Eclipse's help? Hmmm..

Either way something interesting will happen on April 8th to say the least.. I can feel it.

#sun and moon show #sams #sams evil sun #mgafs foxy #mgafs fc #sams spoilers #sams sun #sams solar #sams eclipse #sams moon

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Here’s a little opinion I have about why Star came down from the sky to help out Asha. Or maybe this is just a little interpretation from late night thoughts.

So we all know that Asha sang to the sky about wanting more for the people of Rosas, such as getting their dreams and wishes back (even tho they live rent free and everything). Nevertheless, her wish is selfless and is focused on everyone else, not herself.

The scene where she meets Star and she says “I just want their wishes to have a chance”, in my opinion, proves that selflessness.

Asha knows what it’s like to have a wish/dream crushed. When she was younger, all she wished for was for her father Tomás (yes that’s his real name. It’s in the art book of Wish), to get better from an illness. He never did and died when Asha was 12. So we can speculate or obviously consider the fact that Asha’s primary goal is to make sure no one (in the safest way possible, because she knows there are bad wishes- she’s not dumb) experiences that loss and pain. That’s why she signs up to be King Magnifico’s apprentice, not because she wants Sabino’s wish granted. She even says “that’s why I want to work for you” to Magnifico after his speech to her during the interview.

Yes, I will admit that her asking Magnifico to consider granting her grandfather’s wish was a little out of line but in all honesty we’d all do that (unless you have hella anxiety about asking for things then ayy same). But in truth she never demanded it, she simply asked him to consider granting his wish. She was open to the possibility of him not granting her grandfather’s wish because the key word is ‘consider’, but didn’t expect the whole keeping most of the wishes thing forever- which is why the argument occurred. They both got valid arguments ngl.

By the way, before anyone attacks me- I love both characters deeply and I think they’re both right and wrong and that the conflict could’ve been solved if the wish system was reformed and more clear. Not everyone is just good or just evil (no one is a villain in this movie, man, really it’s just the damn book. They’re all humans who think like humans and act like humans). Again, I adore them both. Anyways- I think I’m losing track.

So we know that Asha’s goal is to give the people of Rosas a chance to pursue their dreams themselves. Imo, that’s entirely selfless. And as for those bad wishes, Asha is aware there should be a regulation for those and should be stopped- so of course, she’s advocating for the good wishes. I know some are vague but- okay that is for a different possible post. I’m going to get on with the deal between Star and Asha.

Asha is selfless, period. She never wants something solely for herself and she barely even thinks about what she wants for herself only. She even got a magic wand twice and tried to reject it the second time she got it. Yayay selfless heroine. I’m sorry it’s late at night right now.

The moment Star comes down from the sky is seemingly the first appearance of a wishing star ever. At least to the kingdom of Rosas that is. I like to think that there are multiple stars out there and this one seemed to hear Asha’s pleas. My belief is that the more selfless, kind-hearted, and passionate a wish is… the more likely a star will actually come down to help you out.

LIKE WITH HOW FAIRIES ARE BORN IN THE TINKERBELLE MOVIES WHERE A CHILD’S FIRST LAUGH BLOWS AWAY A DANDELION SEED AND A FAIRY IS BORN- oh my god that’s genius. Now I like the idea of these wishing stars being born from selfless wishes 😭 I need to sleep.

(some disney concept art from idk where i just thought it was pretty. Not even sure this is wish bruh)

Also the fact that Asha’s father was a philosopher who talked about stars all the time, and taught Asha about the stars. We know all about that ya’ll I don’t gotta explain. She wished to the sky for a while now that I think about it.

Yeah that’s all I gotta say for that. Gonna also clarify that I recognize that Asha is a little naive in the movie, but she’s not purely dumb- maybe another post for another day idk. I love her anyways (don’t worry I love Magnifico, I choose both of their sides but this isn’t about him. If you think i don’t like him istg I love magnifico i think about him 24/7 on the dot every hour help me).

My thoughts are a little jumbled, but I’d like to put out more posts on my interpretations despite my worries. I’ll try my best to get my words out, but at the end of the day, this is all fictional and all in good fun. Good night ✨

(would the plants be sad that they can only sit in one spot now that they’re conscious or something?)

#wish #wish 2023 #disney wish #wish movie #disney asha #wish asha #wish star #disney star #wish king magnifico #king magnifico #asha #wish magnifico #fy #fyp #fypシ #analysis #hopeyarts

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imeverywoman420 · 8 months

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Being my breed of edgelord is so annoying bc im too edgy for the Edgelords. Theyre so neutered they just support the status quo. I think we’re all making jokey jokes (theyre not joking, theyre just calling women dumb whores) so i make a joke back then its “too dark”. I just dont get where they draw the line? “Jokes” that just turn into speculation about how Women fuck dogs = AHAHAHAH FUNNY JOKE RIGHT BITCHES BE CRAZYYYY. Men fuck dead bodies- tooooooo far man tooo far

I wish i had a group of women edgelords….. edgelords with compassion

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poetryandfluffycats · 29 days

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i love the keito x delinquent reader!! keito loved his gf, he truly does!! but he also couldn't ditch his VP tasks (both are important to him TT)

if you wouldn't mind, i really want to see what happens after that 🥺

A/N: this took longer than I expected! wasn't originally going to make this as suggestive as it is but it is what it is I guess. part 2 to Dearer than I?

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Content: Is your boyfriend just too busy for you now? That's the conclusion you nearly come to before your phone rings, revealing Keitos name...

Warnings: VERY suggestive, angst(?) at the start, phone sex, princess used as pet name, very brief mentions of cheating(?)

Words: 964

Oneshot under cut!

Guilty as Sin?

You tossed your bag to the floor, kicking your shoes off and collapsing onto your bed. A dramatic sigh left your lips as you pulled your pillow up to your chest, squeezing it tightly in attempt to get rid of that horrible, empty feeling in your stomach. It didn't work, nothing would work. Only Keitos kisses, his touch, his sweet nothings whispered into your ear could ease your pain.

But he was just... too busy for you.

It was childish, you knew that. To be upset over a man not giving you enough attention, like a needy baby who didn't know how to share. But you were in love, goddammit! It was only natural to want to spend time with the person you loved the most in this whole world, even if Keito didn't seem to think so. Just how busy could one person be, anyway? He didn't have to do all of that work alone, couldn't the other council members help him out? Couldn't you help him out?

Maybe what you said had been right. What if he simply didn't love you anymore? What if he had found someone new, someone just as prim and proper as him. Someone prettier, someone who didn't bother him, someone-

Buzz

The sound of your phone going off took you out of your saddened state, turning over to grab the device vibrating on your desk. The screen lit up, revealing a series of texts from none other than your green-haired lover. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Keito<3: I'm sorry, princess

Keito<3: Can I call you?

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, reading the messages over and over like a lovesick schoolgirl and wasting no time typing out a response. His petname for you always made you blush, no matter how many times you heard it.

(name): i was just thinking of u ;)

(name): call meeeeee

Within a mere second of sending the text, the phone began to buzz once more, with Keitos picture and contact name lighting up the screen. You didn't hesitate to answer, holding the phone up to your ear and swallowing hard to try and contain your excitement, and to block out the nerves still running wild in the back of your mind.

"Hey, you~" You greeted, putting on the most seductive tone you could muster. It was a cheap shot, but a shot nonetheless. Hey, maybe if you could get him so drunk on your voice, he'd drop the whole "having fun is above me" thing and come ravage you!

Delusion, that's what you had.

"Princess" He sighed. Relief was evident in his tone, although that hint of disappointment still remained. "I'm sorry"

You hummed, flipping over onto your stomach and twirling a strand of hair in between your fingers. "You already said that, silly. But... apology accepted~"

"Mhm, so you're feeling better?"

"Your voice always cheers me up" You giggled, kicking your legs back and forth like a love struck schoolgirl. God, you were down bad for this man. "Can I see you tonight?"

The voice you put on left no room for speculation, a very blatant invite for him to come fuck you dumb. Maybe it could be a punishment for your disruptive behaviour, a reminder of who was in charge? The idea all but caused a heat to rise in your lower belly, and suddenly the room was a lot hotter than before.

Keito sighed on the other line, and you could almost see him pushing up his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in disapproval. "I wish I could, princess, I really wish I could. But-"

"Please! I'll be good for you, just a quickie?" You whined, dropping the prostitute act for a split second and reverting back to the needy and desperate girlfriend. "I need you! Just a taste, please!?"

There was silence for a few seconds, going on long enough that you thought the line had gone dead. But then, just as you were about to speak up, Keito interrupted, a low growl erupting from his throat.

"Listen to me, (name)" He began, the sudden harshness in his tone making you freeze. It reminded you of when he snapped at you before, expect this time there was something less laced in there. Something... lustful? "Because of your little stunt earlier, I haven't been able to finish any of my work"

Oh shit.

"I suppose you can't help it, can you? You don't understand half of what I'm responsible for, do you? Of course not, all you can think about is getting dick"

Fuck, was this really turning you on?

"I'm going to need you to get yourself ready for me, alright? If you can be good and touch yourself for me, I'll give you a nice reward, okay?"

"A-and if I don't?" You breathed, already turning over and pulling open your top draw.

Inside, a bright pink bullet vibrator, a full bottle of lube, and a pack of condoms sat. You'd brought them awhile ago under the impression Keito would be fucking you 24/7, but alas, they'd never been touched.

Until now.

Keito clicked his tongue, a laugh leaving his lips. "Then I guess you'll just have to suffer, just like I do every time you come in here to seduce me. Do you know how hard it is to focus when a thing like you is in front of me begging for it?"

"Its hard for me too, you big bully!" You whined, already shimmying out of your skirt and panties and tossing the fabric to the floor, revealing the glistening state of your thighs and folds. Had you gotten this wet just from his voice?

Pathetic.

This was going to be a long night.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #oneshot #ensemble stars oneshot #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #keito hasumi enstars #keito hasumi #keito hasumi x reader #keito x reader #keito hasumi smut #writers #akatsuki

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friendlylifecherry · 4 months

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Idea for the Gavin parents since we don't hear anything about them and I want to speculate: Kristoph and Klavier's parents both played favorites. Their mother liked Klavier better, their father preferred Kristoph. Mrs. Gavin seemed to resent her eldest from the day he was born, calling him a "devil child" and never showing him any affection. Mr. Gavin knew how it affected Kristoph and made it his mission to be the parent that could and would be there for Kristoph. Then Klavier was born (he was an accident; not like Kristoph was planned either, but there's a difference between "pleasant surprise" and "life-ruining misfortune" that Kristoph knew all too well) and Mrs. Gavin just loved him from first sight, showering him with affection. That's when Kristoph and Mr. Gavin realized: oh, it wasn't that she resented motherhood, she just hated Kristoph.

Mr. Gavin hated it and thus, hated Klavier. He was always some "spoiled brat" in his eyes. The couple's fights over how they treated their respective sons really only got worse ever since Klavier was born. Every day, Kristoph just wished they could get a divorce. Hell, he wished that they would just both die so they could leave him and Klavier in peace.

Klavier could tell. The boy was not nearly as dumb as some may think he is. He saw how mom would give him kisses and hugs and glare at Kristoph whenever he was just working quietly. He saw how father would readily praise Kristoph for his excellent grades and conduct in school, yet everything Klavier did was met with scorn and disdain.

It was the night that Kristoph graduated from college that it all went to hell. They were home, and their parents made dinner (Mr Gavin had to deliberately make Kristoph's favorites, since Mrs. Gavin refused to, again). Klavier mentioned he wanted to take the Themis Acadamey accelerated legal course. Their dad had opinions, negative ones, and that started their worst argument yet. This wasn't a normal argument, though. This was the kind you only found in songs about toxic romance. Screaming, cursing, throwing things, using everything that ever angered them against the other. And, of course, their sons were caught in the crossfire.

It wasn't until a plate very nearly hit a cowering Klavier in the head that Kristoph decided that he had enough. He stood up, excused himself, dragged Klavier away, and drove Klavier straight to Daryan's house. Kristoph handed him part of his graduation gift money, telling him to go spend time with Daryan and order pizza or something. He'll be back in a few hours after their parents are done. Which was the first sign that something was deeply wrong. Kristoph hated Daryan and never gave anyone money he got for gifts, he always saved it away.

It wasn't until a few hours later into a jam session that really wasn't going anywhere with Klav looking like he's about to puke when Kristoph came back. He looked... bad. When Klavier left the house to see him, Kristoph just gave him a hug, shivering. The second sign, Kristoph never showed affection in public or showed that he was scared of anything.

The whole drive back home was just terrifying. Klavier didn't have the guts to ask what happened, not when Kristoph was deliberately keeping his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road the whole time, white knuckling the wheel as they made their way home.

Then, they pulled up to the house to find it surrounded by emergency services. That's when Kristoph admits it: their parents were fighting, and he got so upset that he punched the old furnace. It's why he's holding his hand like that [this is where he got the scar]. Then, when they just started getting louder, he screamed at them. Kristoph never screamed at his parents before, and when he was done, he left before he could get in trouble. But he got worried when neither of them tried to call after he left, so he called emergency services. That's when they started to wheel out Mr and Mrs Gavin to the ambulances.

They had suffered from CO poisoning since the way Kristoph hit the old furnace managed to let the fumes in. Mrs. Gavin would die in the hospital, having never woken up again. Mr. Gavin survived but needed around-the-clock care due to the mental deficits he had gotten. Part of that was hypophonia or soft speech. He could barely even talk after waking up, and whatever he did speak was slow and full of stammering. As of AA6, he hasn't spoken in 5 years and hasn't spoken to Klavier since he was 15, at least 10 years on.

Kristoph won't acknowledge anything about this, not a single word. But after he turned 18 and started university, he would make a little mark in the side of the furnace once a day, out of sight but with plenty of room for Kristoph to maneuver. It took years, wearing down on the side of the furnace while stuck in that deeply unhappy home. But that night, he had finally grown sick enough of them to set his plan into motion. After dropping off Klavier, he came back and punched the furnace, just as he had told Klavier, but the strike was right at that point that he had been weakening with pinpoints, nails, and anything small and vaguely sharp over these long 4 years. The mark on his hand wasn't ideal, to say the least, but he was able to get out 22 years of burning frustration with them not being able to do a thing as he went out to his car and drove off with a muted phone.

Kristoph covered up the bruising as best as he could, then after waiting another hour, figured that now would be a good time to get Klavier, calling emergency services after he reached Daryan's house.

He knows it's his deliberate planning that killed his mother and crippled his father for life. He's a horrible person and knows it. That's how he got the first black Psyche-lock.

#ace attorney #kristoph gavin #klavier gavin #tw toxic parents #tw murder #honestly Kristoph still liking Klavier (in his own fucked up way) is a miracle in an of itself #long post

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aveegrex · 2 years

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DILF!SANJI

Just taking a guess at what a date with more mature Sanji would be like

genre: smut pairing: dilf!Sanji x f!reader word count: 1k cw: smoking (mentioned), alcohol consumption, blood mention (a metaphor), oral (f!receiving), vaginal penetration, kinda dominant Sanji

author's note: I'm obsessed with this man, and I love the og Sanji, but I haven't seen any speculations on what he would be like when he's older, so here is little something that I turned up with.

Just imagine a date with dilf!Sanji.

His ways with women have changed drastically since his twenties. He’s now subtle, reserved and collected, opting for the old-school courting and treatment. No more over-the-top compliments, no more abundant lovesick gazes and servitude, oh no - Sanji has grown into a perfectly mannered man, the one who can sweep you off your feet with just a simple gesture.

Don’t get it wrong, his attitude hasn’t changed. All the things Zeff taught him are ingrained into his DNA, and his respect for women is still one to be admired. It’s just that now he doesn’t explode his heart into your face.

When you fall victim to his infatuation, you don’t get to pick up on it until he wants you to. He treats all women with elegance, and you’re just mildly surprised at first that you’ve come across a pirate who would exhibit such vintage consideration. But the more he courts you, the drunker you get off him, and the more you see how irredeemably clumsy other men are. He’s like a pristine aged wine that you decide to splurge on once - you take a few sips and all other drinks are mere insults to your taste buds further on.

And the more you drink, the more you want.

So when Sanji, a weathered pirate with a nine figure bounty over his head, asks you on a date, only then you realize that his attitude towards you was, in fact, different from other women. You remember the longer gazes and slower kisses to your hand. You remember how he always puts his cigarette out in your presence. How his eyes always pick you out of the crowd first. How the honorifics that he uses towards you are more personal.

And when you sit across from him at the restaurant table, you know he’s got a weaker spot for you. You would be dumb not to know, when you’re at the only table left on the whole floor, sipping on a wine that’s labeled before you were born, some delicacy you didn’t know existed melting on your tongue. Sanji’s finger tracing circles on your wrist, his musky woody cologne a time-bomb for your arousal - just the setting makes you weak in the knees, wishing the evening would never end.

And how he listens to you talk, his eyes lidded, rare but quick witted comments highlighting his attention to the story - you barely hold yourself from submitting then and there, temptation to bluntly state your other sort of appetite still not acted upon, tickling the tip of your tongue.

You can’t help a clumsy suggestive statement slipping your lips and Sanji holds in an airy laugh, opting for a smile. He pays and tips, and slides your coat on your shoulders, offering you a hand as he notices a slight wobble in your feet. He’s a devil for the latter, knowing exactly how much his odor is driving you crazy, using your weakness for his benefit.

Yet you forgive this tiny mischief as his demeanor changes when you get to the more secluded part of town. He wastes no time nudging your chin up and pressing his lips to yours, his tongue tasting the dessert he recommended you about an hour prior.

‘It’s getting chilly. - his raspy voice bringing on the verge of moaning. - What gentleman neglects a lady’s need for warmth?’ A true devil, - you think to yourself, hazy mind quick to catch on his implication. You just nod, letting him walk you home and into your home.

Sanji Vinsmoke is a considerate bastard, a master tease. He has been simmering your arousal since he opened a restaurant door before you, but now he outright watches you boil in it, burning in need. He relishes in power he has over you as he sits you on the couch and kneels before you, slipping your heels off your feet and massaging the ache away. The dim lights of your living room enhance a hungry sparkle in his eyes as you whine when his thumb brushes against a sore spot.

Sanji has grown into a shark who watches you bleed to surrender before his feast ensues. The last drop leaves you when he plants a chaste kiss to the slope of your bare foot, his eyes not leaving your once, unblinking and predatory. You just lose it, whining a pathetic “Please”, and he hoists your skirt up, ripping your soaked panties off, stuffing his face full of your weeping cunt. The obscene slurping sounds, his groans and satisfied huffs - you deem yourself delirious because no man can hide such savagery so well. He’s starved, your weak hands finding purchase in his hair only forcing him to bury his face deeper, work his tongue faster to get a fill of his dessert that he so considerately skipped earlier.

It’s only when you’ve orgasmed twice he resurfaces from under your skirt and brings your trembling body to the bedroom, letting you fall on the covers as he rips off his clothes, wasting no time to slide in you. Swears leave his mouth and he rams into you, thrusting deeper and deeper, harder and harder until your eyes cannot even make out his form, glistening with tears of sheer intensity of it all. You don’t even moan anymore, you cry and scream, nails etched deep into his back, your own hips following him for more, more, more.

You feel like fainting, ragged breaths doing little to fill your lungs as his groin slaps against you, his cock rearranging your insides to his liking. Your calves on his shoulders quiver, threatening to clasp around his neck and snap it any moment, but he’s already spent all his considerations on you, fully prepared to welcome death if it comes in the minute of such bliss.

A fucked out moan leaves his lips as orgasm shudders your body, and his own one follows suit, leaving him to pant and shiver as an addict that has finally had his fill. He laughs at your unseeing gaze and lands on the bed beside you, making sure to discard any clothes left and to envelope both of you in blankets.

“Thank you for this evening, my heart. - his whisper tickling your forehead as you doze off. - I’ll have the rest of you tomorrow”.

reblogs are welcome, MDNI, treat your dates good and don't settle for shitty treatment youselves

#one piece fanfiction #one piece strawhats #one piece smut #one piece sanji #one piece fic #one piece reader insert #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji vinsmoke x f!reader #sanji vinsmoke x you #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #dilf!sanji #dilf!sanji vinsmoke

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