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cheollipop · 8 months

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So maybe I am just emotional but I am in the soft girl hours of the sleepover.

You know I love big, kinda dumb men that are in touch with their feelings, Song Mingi... Just imagine having a bad day, a rough week, or an okay month. It kind of seems like it's dragging on, and for the sake of holding on, you try to keep pushing forward. Today is not a push-forward day. Water overflowed in your bathroom; you have to turn the water off bc there's no off value to that pipe. You are a little behind on work, and the sites that you need are down, and the deadline is closer than you would like it to be. All you want is a warm shower and to curl into the covers until you forget what day it is. Mingi notices you slowly folding into yourself. It's difficult to be present with so much to worry about. So today he called just to check in. Through blurry eyes, you answer. Unable to hold the dam back any longer, you let out a soft sob, and he's throwing on his coat and snatching his keys off the counter to come get you.

Mingi stays on the phone with you until he climbs the stairs to your apartment. Opening the door to him, there are dried tear marks on your cheeks that you have failed to wipe completely away, but he just wraps you in the biggest hug. His hands pull you close and tight, squeezing a few more tears from your eyes.

"Let's go shower at my house. Then I'll feed you while we watch TV on my couch. That sound good?" He mumbles before pulling you back to look at you. Pinching your lips tightly together, the worried look on your boyfriend's face just makes you want to cry more, but maybe a nice shower and some private time is what you need to clock out of life for a bit.

Shut up, I'm going to cry my eyes out lolol

Nora I am too soft for life rn

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

oh, my nabi. the warmth and comfort this made me feel—reading your ask and writing it out—drove me to tears, on multiple occasions. i was initially saving this drabble for a bad day, and ended up starting it after a particularly taxing one, but I actually wrote most of this while feeling quite...happy. so putting myself in mingi's shoes instead of reader's was the way to go, i guess. I really hope I did this justice, and that it floods you with lots and lots of comfort <3

pairing: bf!song mingi x gender neutral!reader

w.c.: 0.8k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentioned symptoms of anxiety & depression, non-sexual nudity (they shower together)

note: you are not alone

The drive to his apartment was silent, save for the wind blowing through the cracked-open windows to send short, blonde strands flying in different directions. The sun had departed from its locus, descending the changing sky to kiss the horizon, a gradient of orange and pink painted before your eyes. Your gaze moved off the breathtaking scenery to focus on Mingi—a hand resting over the leather wheel while the other locked with yours, glancing over at you every few minutes, squeezing your fingers to remind you of his presence.

As if you could forget, you thought, as he guided you down the hall to his door, twisting the keys while your hands remained intertwined, his thumb drawing soothing circles over your skin as he ushered you inside with a swing of his arm.

Steam engulfed the small bathroom, the warmth of the shower brushing against your skin as delicate fingers helped you out of the hoodie you should’ve washed last week. Mingi didn’t complain, though; he didn’t even comment, wordlessly adding it to the pile of clothes building up in the corner. Your insecurity must have bled into your expression, strong arms pulling you ito his chest and plush lips pressing against your forehead.

“I’ve got you,” was all he said, but it was though you were already immersed underneath the balmy stream, a comfortable heat searing through your skin as he held you against him.

With your back to him, Mingi noted the way your muscles slackened under the steaming water, the soapy droplets rushing down the curve of your spine while he worked his fingers through your hair, hoping his shampoo was strong enough to cleanse away some of the burden you’d carried on your shoulders, the dread he’d helplessly watched eat away at you for weeks. Twisting your body to face him, his thumb and pointer closed around your chin, tilting your head back to rinse the scented suds out of your hair, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheekbone while the water warmed your scalp.

Washing away weeks-worth of grime and self-loathing with delicate palms and a lathered washcloth, Mingi silently spoke of his infatuation, his care, his unconditional, overwhelming devotion to you. Even when you were broken, anxious, blind to any and every possibility of a future worth looking forward to. Mingi was there, calloused hands picking up the brush you’d broken and painting tomorrow, then the day after, one stroke at a time—open fields of daisies and sunflowers, the hopeful orb of light splaying golden rays over the land while the man with the grown-out roots stood amidst the flora, pearly teeth reflecting the daylight as he watched you approach him, his warmth seeping into your very soul as you buried yourself within his embrace.

You felt light, your breathing steady while you rested your head on Mingi’s chest, his thighs on either side of you as you curled up in his lap. You’d heard the doorbell while you were dressing, walking into the living room to find takeout containers spread out over the coffee table, and a shoujo anime paused on his TV.

“It’ll pass,” he spoke, tapping the spoon against your bottom lip and watching you take the steaming food into your mouth. Your eyes remained downcast, and he noticed hints of guilt tainting your features as you processed his words with inexorable disbelief.

“Mingi-“

“I know it’s difficult to see it now, so I’ll believe it for the both of us,” he held his lips to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut and heartbeat erratic. Not because of anxiety, or dysphoria, but because of the overwhelming sense of tranquillity Mingi flooded into your chest so easily, the animation in your peripheral and the cheesy sound effects now masked under the faint movement of his lips over your face, planting kisses over the trail of tears rushing down the skin. “I’m here, (y/n). You don’t need to go through this alone.”

And you didn’t. Episode after episode played on the big screen, takeout containers and popcorn bowls resting empty on the coffee table while you remained encompassed within Mingi’s arms. The moonlight, aided by the warm hue of his standing lamp carved shadows over the drowsing man’s face, and you took in the slight part of his lips, pretty eyes shut as he explored the dreamland, limp arms somehow still firm around your figure, as though he couldn’t bear to leave you alone again, even while dormant.

The overbearing weight of your thoughts had long since mitigated, your chest rising and falling to the same rhythm as Mingi’s, and now that it was no longer overcrowded with taxing angst and negativity, hints of credibility laced themselves into his words. You ran your pointer over his knuckles—his fingers draped over your hip—a silent ‘thank you’ stuck in your throat as you mooned over the tomorrow he’d drawn out for you. A tomorrow you wanted. A tomorrow you didn’t dread. A tomorrow illuminated by a gentle sun, and a contagious, toothy smile.

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #song mingi x reader #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #song mingi fluff #mingi fluff #song mingi angst #mingi angst #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #song mingi imagine #song mingi scenarios #mingi scenarios #song mingi x gn reader #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x gn reader

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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i rlly liked the gyaru post n was wondering if you could write hq boys with a gyaru crush ( like the guys have a crush on a gyaru ) myb a small fic ( tanaka, yams aone pls )

I'm glad you liked the last one! This is such a cute concept tbh, Aone would be too scared to say anything lmaooo

HQ Drabbles: Gyaru Crush 💕 ft. Tanaka, Yams, and Aone.

Content: Fluff, a lil bit of stalking cuz Tanaka's just like that, miscommunication bc Aone isn't good w words, crushes.

Banner credit: gifcities and geocities

Tanaka Ryu:

"I should have packed lunch today, this sucks." Your best friend nods when she sees your soggy french fries.

"That bald guy is staring at you again." She slurps her yogurt tube in a few seconds. You look around and sure enough that second year was looking at you again.

You're in your third year now, according to Sugawara the 'bald' kid's name is Tanaka, and it's said he has a huge crush on Kiyoko.

"Probably thinks my makeup is weird like everyone else does." He notices you looking and turns away to his short friend... it's Nishi something.

"Or maybe he likes you." You roll your eyes while she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah right, it's obvious he likes Kiyoko." She cringes when you eat a mouthful of soggy fries.

"He might be using Kiyoko as a cover up." You weren't going to keep waiting for him to say why he's always being creepy so you walk over to his table.

"Why are you always staring at me?" His short friend giggles and turns away.

"Staring- me huh?" His face flushes as he stammers for words.

"Yes, is it my makeup? I know it's not normal but starting is really rude." Out of the corner of your eye you can see his friend covering his mouth to try and conceal his snickering.

"Ah- it's not like that! I think your makeup is unique and I think you're really cool!" He blurts out and his friend bursts into laughter.

"Noya shut up!" He elbows him.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?" He notices your hand on your hip.

"No! C-can we be friends?" His voice sounds like a shy little kid.

"Um... sure?" There has to be some hidden motive behind this...

"Got anything else to tell her, Ryu?" The short fry wiggles his eyebrows.

"Nishinoya I will end-"

"I'm gonna go finish my lunch." Tanaka starts stammering again when you start to walk away.

"Could um... could I get you dinner sometime? AS FRIENDS THOUGH!" He suddenly adds.

He definitely has a crush on you.

"Yeah anytime." He smiles, and you skip back to your table.

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Yamaguchi Tadashi:

"Is that all?" You ask politely scanning his cart to see if he's got anything else.

He nods his head yes, "Your total is 870 yen, how would you like to pay?" He hands you 1,000 yen, like he does every time.

"Keep the change." You sigh and look for change.

"That's too much of a tip." Yamaguchi (as you've learned from your uncle), comes in maybe three times a week for the same thing and tries to leave you a huge tip.

"Your hair's really pretty." He notioned to the style you were going for today, you think it brings out your makeup.

"Keishin says I look like a rebellious punk." You giggle right along with Yams.

"It's Uncle Keishin to you, brat! You're lucky to even be getting paid!" Yamaguchi quietly snickers because you rolled your eyes mimicking your uncle. Once everything's bagged up you hand it to him.

"Bye, Yams." He takes the bag, and holds still like a statue.

"Something wrong?"

"When'll you be back to work here again?" There's this look in his eyes that you can't quite determine.

"When ever I get back from school, I can't take a lot of breaks or I'll get behind on my assignments." He frowns.

"Hey, not my fault I'm a college student." You shrug.

"I really wish I could go with you to ward off all the weirdos who think gyaru isn't cool." He's an adorable little third year.

"Gyaru's not for everyone. I get hateful comments all the time, but they don't bother me that much anymore." It's the hard truth, you cannot force people to like you.

"Well can I take you out when you get back?" Oh, he's real brave today. Not once has he asked something remotely as obvious as this.

You can tell he likes you, that much was clear. This is the first time he's been straightforward with you though.

"You can take me out when I get off of work." You lean over the counter and press your glossy lips to his cheek. When you pull away you can see a faint mark of lip gloss from your lips.

"Go on to school now, Yams." He spirals at your smirk and walks out like a drunken man.

You're bonked on the head with newspaper, "Do your job and stop flirtin' so much!"

"Don't take your frustration out on me, I know you don't get any Keishin." He grumbles at your laughter.

"It's Uncle Keishin."

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Aone Takanobu:

"Kogane! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Your threat echoes through the gym and no one makes the effort to save him.

"I didn't mean to mess up your makeup and hair, please forgive me!!" He whines.

The idiot thought it'd be funny to spray you with his water bottle, long story short he got a little heavy handed with the pouring.

You raise your fist to hit him but you're stopped by a hand much bigger than yours. A low grunt can be heard and you turn around to see Aone holding your wrist.

"He deserves it! Let go!" He thinks his grip is too tight, so he loosened it.

"H-here." He hands you his team jacket.

"Thank you, Aone. That is so sweet." He nods.

"Um I know how important your clothing and hair are to you." At first you can't tell if he's being genuine or a goody two shoes.

"Um... gyaru right? I thought it was super weird awhile back." At least he was honest.

"How'd you know?" You most likely already know the answer.

"I did some research after seeing your unusual clothing option that one time." He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're stalking me?" That's honestly what it sounds like.

"No- I just wanted to understand you better." He says with a little more confidence.

"Why?"

"Ah....." His cheeks go red and he power walked away.

Huh... interesting.

Hey sillies, im tired so ima go to sleep. Also I watched a horror movie by myself for the first time but I didn't get scared at all. Idk I just kept screaming at the main character being so dumb. bye guys 😘

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junkissed · 1 year

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19:06pm

member — junhui x gn reader genre — fluff word count — 300 synopsis — you teach jun how to braid your hair warnings — reader has hair that is braidable both length & texture-wise, implied established relationship, italics means dialogue bc i felt like being fancy, that's about it notes — realized i haven't posted anything in a Long time so please take this tiny thing from my google drive archive as reparations i promise i'll be back with something longer soon 😔 also sorry i only ever write about jun all the damn time but also be fr what did u expect from me

one reblog = one jun signature hairstyle (see middle photo hehe)

you sit on the edge of the bed as jun sits behind you, gently holding strands of your hair between his fingers.

okay, now take a piece from the side and put it with the piece you're holding, you say, pointing to the side of your head.

like this? he asks.

you smile. you can take a little more than that.

sorry, he says, embarrassed.

it's alright, you say. you're doing great so far.

he laughs. now what?

you reach up to guide his hands. right over left, add a little more, left over right, add a little more. hold it like this, you say, bringing your hand up to move his fingers into your hair.

when he finishes you can already tell the result isn't perfect before you can even look in the mirror: his lopsided smile gives him away. it didn't turn out right, he says, sounding both disappointed and amused.

i wasn't really expecting it to, you say with a laugh, gazing into his eyes in the reflection from the mirror. you just need more practice. it takes a while to get the hang of it.

can i try again? he asks shyly.

you sit back down and run your fingers through your hair, undoing the tangles for him to start again. of course, you tell him with a warm smile.

and every night after that, you find yourself sitting in bed with him, his fingers gently woven in your hair, determined to keep practicing until he can twist and turn your hair into the perfect french braid. and when he gets so excited that he's finally done it, finally gotten it right and made you look so beautiful with the hair style he did for you, you couldn't be more proud of him.

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lightbarebunnies · 6 months

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hello!! your pinned confused me a bit bc it says that ask game reqs are closed, so if it is, feel free to delete this! (i hope i dont sound rude aaa)

HOWEVER IF IT IS ACTUALLY OPEN for the emoji ask game ... can i req 💪🏽 with kaoru ? thank u ^^

a/n: Oh my goodness I can't believe I forgot to update that - thank you for letting me know! You weren't rude at all. I've updated to reflect the current games I'm doing :) tags: fluff, gn!reader - you/your pronouns, reader is the producer

Send emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble 💪🏽 - Bridal carry

Kaoru knew he should've pressed a little harder when he asked you if you needed help carrying all of those bags. Your work as UNDEAD's producer meant running errands all over ES. It also meant plans didn't always go the way you intended.

Whether you were aware or not, Kaoru had asked you out to a cafe date, stealing you away for the few hours you had free in the late afternoon. Everything was going great until you got a notification on HoldHands. There was a live coming up that you needed to pick up the last minute additions to the stage decorations... and you needed to get there before the store closed.

You tried to apologize for cutting your time short, but Kaoru insisted that he tag along. He enjoyed your company, just getting to walk by your side was enough. Plus, knowing you and the seemingly magnetic quality you have when it comes to attracting idols, some other guy would likely bump into you on your way and try to help you - no way is he going to let someone else do that.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

When you once again insist that you're fine and don't need any help carrying your things, he sighed softly. "M'kay..."

You looked exhausted, but Kaoru knew you weren't one to explicitly ask for help. You were always taking such good care of everyone, maybe he could try and return the favor for once?

"Hup-" Kaoru bends over to quickly sweep you off your feet. Despite his appearance, all that surfing really does make him strong. And... perhaps he's been working out a bit more, exclusively so he can do things like this. The surprised look on your face as he bridal carries you is absolutely priceless. "Alright. Now we can get going."

A smile slowly spread across his face as you glared at him. "What?" Kaoru drawled, looking at you fondly. "I'm not carrying the bags - that's your job. I have much more precious cargo to take care of." He winks, enjoying the way your face tinges ever so slightly with blush.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #kaoru hakaze x reader #hakaze kaoru x reader #.hyacinth writes ask games #enstars #ensemble stars #kaoru hakaze #undead x reader

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whatstheoccasion · 1 year

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... hi there, everyone.

tw depression, family issues.

hi guys🥲 (gn), i... had a rough couple of months in which i had no time for the blog, or writing in general. i felt so bad for the amazing requests i got because i opened the ask box to gain some inspiration, but i could not. for the life of me. find it, and they were all amazing and that's the worst part: they were situations i was comfortable and under normal circumstances would enjoy writing, but i didn’t... get... anything from them, which was 100% my fault, and with time and place being scarce to write, i finally decided to give up on them.

it's KILLING ME, i'm so sorry but i just can't do it and i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer, i really wanted to come back with them written and done, but only at like, at the beginning of this year, i got a little spare time and i hopped on here and liked a few things and looked the requests once again... and then left again. jesus what i'm tryna say is i'm honestly sorry. ALSO, to the friends i made here: (if you're reading this i'm sorry i like you a lot and i'm sorry i wasn't able to answer you), if you really want to know, i dropped out of my 3rd year in law school.

i'm now trying a new career and balancing work on top of it bc my parents got tired of me changing majors (the FOURTH time i change since 2018 guys TT), i hid it from them for months because i was so ashamed, which only made it worse, so once they found out they kicked me out (they're so valid btw), but then my depression got worse until i found a job and tried to pull my life together. THAT'S A VERY SHORT!! WAY TO PHRASE MY ENTIRE YEAR UNTIL NOW, i refuse to trigger anyone with darker thoughts so yeah, that's the gist of it.

i'm better now though, found a new psychiatrist, i'm getting my drivers license, fixing things with my family, and i'm ready to give this blog another chance.

i hope you can understand, i'm so sorry but also so grateful to you guys, for all this love for my writing, the moments i got on here and read the rbs and comments and they were so good to me it made my day better, seriously. thank you so much.

now i am going to try and take things slow, but i'm also excited... so yyeah, not to sound like one of those ao3 authors that comeback once a year because their house set on fire and they commited arson and are now writing from prison, but yeah (they're also so valid btw).

anyways, thank you for reading up 'till here if you did, i hope you're having a great night and start of the week! i'm now writing some full blown fics and a few drabbles, all for one piece except for one tokyorev fic, but they're nowhere near done– it will take some time, but i hope you can enjoy it once they're out (one of them is my baby btw), and i also just miss reading fics, so i'll be rb fics a lot more now, don't be surprised if you see me on the tl these days.

anyways! bye, and i'm sorry, and thank you so much again, 💗

#tw: depressive thoughts #tw depression #cw depression #anyways dont get scared!#was gonna do a tag rant but they only allow 30 tags and i had a whole ass essay #thank u if u read but if youre not bothered: basically im sorry that i cant write any requests (even if its been almost a year -10 months!)#since i opened them #but i do not want to keep anyone waiting anymore #also im starting to write again but its very slow #but i will be on this blog commenting and rbling #so yeah. also thank you so much for your support #likes and reblogs and comments i love and appreciate them aml #all #thank you #and see you around :-)

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fan-de-las-tetas · 6 months

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okey heres a drabble of the Cruz de los Giles au bc im brainrotting over it and IM SO IN LOVE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. also its in espaninglish bc i love to write in english and it soothes me but the au is in argentina and i just needed to write the diologue in spanish. i'll leave a little glosary at the end as a kind of translation <3

ah ah and crocodile and mihawk and buggy are all in love with each other but neither know their feelings are reciprocated

...

Buggy was on his workshop. Not really doing anything in particular and extremely bored because of it. There were no Marines to fight, no alliances to make or organize at the moment, no shows to practice for in the foreseeable future, absolutely nothing to do.

And Buggy isn't a man that is easily bored, you know? it takes a lot for him to be actually bored like he was at the moment, but the combination of having nothing in schedule and not really wanting to do anything productive is giving him a headache. The little voice inside his head telling him that he does have something to do isn't saying much else, so that is not being helpful to his boredness either.

There is nothing to do, but Buggy is alone in his big ass workshop and the little speaker at the corner of the room is looking at him in a very literal way.

At the other side of the island, Crocodile and Mihawk were in the meeting room, waiting for the damm clown to appear so they could begin. Even if in days like this the meetings were less of an actual meeting between bussiness partners and more of a merienda¹ gathering, they had agreed to meet everyday nevertheless.

After a long hour of absolute silence between the two men, they decided to search for the clown.

And it wasn't that hard, really. After walking around the island a little they reached Buggy's workshop and heard the loud music coming from it. Disgusting music, if you asked them.

"SUENA QUE SUENA QUE SUENA

SUENA MI BAJO

SUENA QUE SUENA QUE SUENA

CUANDO YO PASO"²

The closer they got, the clearer the music sound, and a peculiar voice was heard singing along.

"LO BAILAN LAS ROCHAS, TAMBIEN LAS CHETAS"²

And now that they knew where the clown was (and what he was doing) they felt no rush as they slowly aproached and opened the door to find the chairman doing what they already suspected.

He was on top of the table, all the tools that they supposed were once in the table were now scattered around in the floor, his singing was more of a rhitmic scream, his dancing on top of the table was suppossed to be seducting like the saxophon that was heard all around them, but miserably failing on its goal and looking pathetic. Buggy even fell down the table a few times but he reagruped his chopped body parts to keep dancing, moving his hands wildly in the air with his eyes closed, grinning wide while he imitated the sound of the instruments clumsily.

It wasn't until the song finally ended (why a nene malo³ song lasts three whole minutes?) that the clown climbed down the table panting, and on his way to the speaker he noticed the two incredible tall men that were in his doorframe without mutering a word.

His eyes went madly wide, face getting as red as his nose. Not only his two intimidating bussiness partners had seen him trying to dance like he were in a boliche⁴ and faiing miserably, AND singing horribly bad to a song he knew the both of them hated, but on top of that they were standing there looking at him when he was wearing pink mini shorts and a crop top that said in bold letters "Ni en pedo! ...Bueno, en pedo si"⁵ that he had around the workshop for ocassions when he was bored and did what he was doing before noticing the former Warlords of the Sea looking at him LIKE THAT.

On top of all the embarrassment he felt, the little voice that was bugging him before was now very helpfully reminding him of the daily meeting he was supposed to attend.

La re concha que me re mil pario,⁶ thought Buggy.

"..."

"Che payaso, ¿Estabas esperando a que te vinieramos a buscar de los pelos para encontrarte así, vestido y actuando como puta en boliche? o ¿Fuiste lo suficientemente pelotudo para olvidarte de la reunion diaria que tenemos hace cinco meses?"⁷ said Crocodile, amused internally but pretending to be mad at the chairman.

At that, Buggy started fidgeting, trying to think an answer that didn't leave him as an idiot.

There was none.

"No te calentees boluo... Pero si la verdad que si me re olvide loco pero no te'noje yo no lo hice de forro entende'? Se me olvido noma no me pegues porfa wacho yo ya me cambio y voy no me pegué noma dale--"⁸

And so he rambled, but none of the men were actually listening, both were just entranced in how the clown moved around explaining himself and gesticulating with his chopped hands.

At the end, the clown changed his clothes and they had a pleasing merienda anyways, but the image of the clown dancing never left the taller men's minds.

.................

TRANSLATOOOR :D

¹"merienda" is the name of tea time, basically. we argentinians make a big deal out of merienda because we have dinner very late and merienda is normally at 5 or 6pm so we all love it.

² suena que suena que suena, suena mi bajo, suena que suena suena, cuando yo paso: it makes noise it makes noise it makes noise, my bass makes noise, it makes noise it makes noise it makes noise, when i pass around

lo bailan las rochas y las chetas: ok i am defeated idk how the fuck i translate rochas in english

³Nene Malo is the creator of this magnificent song his name translates literally to Bad Boy and please search in yt "lo bailan rochas y chetas" its the name of the song

⁴ boliche is a building with loud ass popular music to dance and get drunk and to fight but mainly to just drink and dance and maybe seduce someone and get laid.

⁵"Ni en pedo!... Bueno, en pedo sí: Not even drunk!... Well, I would do it drunk"

⁶La re concha que me re mil pario: the fucking pussy that fucking gave birth to me (it sounds weird but its actually one of the most common insults here, we have tons of curse words and i couldnt possibly translate them in english)

⁷"Hey clown, were you expecting us to look for where you were only to find you like this, dressing and acting like s slut in a boliche? or were you stupid enough to forget the daily reunion that for five months we have done?"

⁸"Dont be maaad dummie... But yeah the truth is that yeah I forgot about it man but dont be angry i didnt do it as a jerk i just forgot y'know? I just forgot man dont hit me i just forgot im gonna go change now and you wont hit me ok?--"

ok it was so hard to translate im literally having a headache

note: the clothes i put on buggy are actual clothes i own xd

note 2: mihawk and crocodile look way more in love than i intended, but they look cute anyway

#one piece #sir crocodile #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #cross guild #argentina #cross guild argentina au #cruz de los giles #i love using buggy as my dress up doll

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sluggmuffin · 1 year

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Heh, if you’re willing to give me another one, can I get one of these?

🌭 - send me some facts about yourself, a fandom, and i'll ship you with a character and write a short drabble about them! → please specify your sexuality, pronouns and whether the ship is supposed to be romantic or platonic tho!

Facts, facts, facts, um. I’m kind of short, and I’ve got short brown hair with blue eyes and way long eyelashes! I’m kinda sarcastic and teasing is my love language. I write a lot, duh, but I really like movies and music! I can’t really focus if there isn’t noise in the background and I’m usually pretty organized. I use all pronouns too! Can I get an Outsiders ship? Romantic by chance?

SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME LONG TO RESPOND!

CAN YOU SAY TWO-BIT MATHEWS!?!?!

You and Two-Bit get along so well, he is also very sarcastic and his love language is definitely teasing as well. Um I hc that two bit can sing bc if you listen to chet baker (specifically 'I get along without you very well') it sounds just like him, so while you listen to music and do whatever it is that ur doing, he will hum along to it, sing it, pull you into a dance, anything of that nature. To combat your organization, he is the exact opposite!! So you will occasionally organize some of his stuff, only to come back a few hours later to everything back where it was before.

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Let's defrost in a romantic mist, Let's get crossed off everybody's list~

The radio plays at a low volume next to you as you sit in the kitchen, your boyfriend entering the room and pulling a chair next to you.

"Whatcha doinggg?" He asks, pulling at a strand of your hair.

"I'm finishing up some homework," You reply, tilting your head so he isn't pulling at your hair.

"Aw cmon dontcha wanna hang out with me for a bit?" He smirks, turning off the radio as he nudges you.

"Two stop I'm trying to focus" You sigh, turning the music back on, and even making it louder to tune out your boyfriend.

"Okay fine, fine," He holds up his arms in defeat, getting up to get something out of the fridge.

"Can ya get me something too?"

"Oh I'm sorry I thought it was ignore your boyfriend day." he teases.

"You're not funny,"

"You're right, I'm hilarious" be beamed, getting you some grapes from the fridge.

"Thanks," you mimicked as you planted a kiss on his lips.

"Anything for you," He says, ruffling your hair as he pops a grape into his mouth, singing softly along to the radio to make sure not to disturb you any further.

To celebrate this night we've found each other Mm, let's get lost Oh, let's get lost

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anyways can u tell I love chet baker

#ty for sending the ask #slugs 100 follower celebration!!#collieflower215 #two bit mathews #two bit x reader

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cclkestis · 6 years

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survival of the fittest

character(s): ruthless!connor x fem!reader, nines

word count: 3k+

warning(s): death, mention of blood, angst(?) - it’s a hunger games!au so you probably get the gist

a/n: OKAY SO this was supposed to be a drabble inspired by this (shoutout to @imaginovator and @the-darklings for that!!) and instead I may have gotten carried away just a smidge whoops - this isn't properly proofread or edited because I am sleepy but I hope I've at least attempted to do this idea justice and yeah enjoy my nonsense I guess?? Disclaimer that I also haven't read or seen thg in a couple of years so I apologise if I've made mistakes with things!!

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That ominous, haunting boom shook the air around you not for the first time since that glaringly bright fake sun had risen in the sky.

Another one was dead. Another wasted life. Another chance for you to hope that maybe this time it was him.

If only you could let yourself believe that someone else might have managed to get the upper hand over him – how could they possibly hope to, when the other tribute from his district had been felled by his own hands. Did she anticipate him betraying her like that so early on, you wondered, unable to even begin imagining what it would be like to have that one person you might have been able to trust turn around and stab you in the back – literally.

The crack of a branch sounded below you, eyes snapping down to scan the ground for the source and desperately keeping your fingers crossed that it was an animal of some sorts.

It had been two days since you'd eaten something that wasn't berries or plants and you were well aware that you wouldn't last long if things continued that way. Neither of you would last long unless you could find something decent to eat.

In reality though, you were more hopeful that it was anything but another person or creature dead set on tearing you apart and leaving you for dead.

The softest of breaths left you in a sigh as a familiar figure passed below you, yet still you hesitated.

You had to be sure that it wasn't the bastard who'd been hunting you from the very beginning of the games. The brother of the one who held your heart, intent on doing whatever it might take to come out of this Hell as the victor.

He paused below you, so still that for a moment you might have imagined he'd fallen prey to some horrific trap of the arena if you'd simply stumbled across him in such a position.

And then those dark eyes you adored were turned upwards, finding you easily among the branches as if he knew exactly where you would be. You didn't understand how he was somehow always aware of where you were, but you weren't complaining. That uncanny ability of his had saved your life on more than one occasion.

Seeing him looking up at you like that, a distinct lack of emotion gracing his features, you'd never been happier to see him alive and in one piece – despite the blood that stained his hands a shining crimson.

Four days ago, the sight of that ugly red had you wanting to throw up. Now it brought you a strange sense of relief, which perhaps disgusted you more. It had been only days, and already you barely recognised yourself.

But at least you had Connor.

Hearing your name called at the reaping would forever be one of the worst moments of your life – however long your life might last for now – but it was nothing compared to knowing what was going to be quick to follow.

“I volunteer.”

You can't even remember whose name was drawn out of the other bowl now, only the pain that came with realising what Connor had done – and realising why he did it.

For you. It was always for you.

It had taken years for you growing up to finally start worming your way past the harsh, cold shell of a man that he was – although if Connor was being honest, there was something inexplicable about you that drew him in right from the very beginning.

A burning curiosity had been lit in him, a desire to figure out just how you were managing to tear down his carefully crafted defences without even trying. He wanted to see you happy and safe – things that were hard to come by in your district – no matter what that might cost.

He would go to the ends of the Earth for you – words that he'd spoken to you himself in one of the quiet moments you'd shared, with lips touching and breath shared between you. How you wished there was time for more of those moments.

Those softly spoken words and the threat they held were perhaps what made him the most dangerous person in the arena that had become your prison.

You weren't consciously aware of your decision to climb down from your perch in the branches, your only desire being to feel Connor's arms around you in that moment. And he didn't disappoint.

“You're alive.”

With your simple statement as one of his hands tangled in your hair and held you against his chest, it felt like an invisible weight was lifted from your shoulders. You hadn't wanted to acknowledge the fear that hearing the cannon had brought you – the fear that someone might have gotten the better of him.

“I told you – Nothing is going to happen to you. I'll always come back to you.”

He pulled back to study your features, a bloodied hand gently grasping your chin, smudges of red smearing in a stark contrast against your pale skin. Tilting your head up as he met your gaze, you were reminded how Connor was the one person who always saw right through you

You had no doubt he would easily be able to read all of the emotions you were trying so hard to lock away upon hearing those words from him.

They filled you with a hope that you desperately needed, a reassurance that you weren't alone in the terrifying scenario you'd been thrust into. Yet with them also came a looming sense of dread that couldn't be ignored.

You had no doubt that he meant what he said – that he intended to keep his promise of keeping you safe no matter what. If he succeeded in that, it would bring you both to an end you didn't want to think about.

There could only be one of you walking out of this torment alive. Neither of you had brought it up, but you both knew what was more than likely to happen if you two remained after all of the others were dead and gone.

An unspoken understanding of what Connor was planning to do. The idea of what he was willing to do for you was more painful than the thought of meeting your own death. But arguing with him would be pointless, you knew without a doubt that his stubbornness would always outweigh yours. He would restrain you so you wouldn't be able to stop him if it came to it, of that you also had no doubt.

You will be the one emerging on top, if he has anything to say about it. Never mind the fact that it wouldn’t really be you walking out at the end. How could you possibly hope to keep going after that, especially when you already felt like you'd lost yourself.

“(Name), look at me.”

The instruction was sharp, leaving you no choice but to obey as you forced yourself to really look at him. His usually blank expression had softened a little, but that softness didn't reach his eyes. You knew you should be more on guard, asking the important questions – like whose blood he had on his hands, or whether he'd found anything useful whilst you’d been split up.

You couldn't though, and Connor seemed to realise that you were on the verge of spiralling off into the thoughts plaguing your mind – any edge of gentleness was scrubbed from his face as his cool lips slammed against yours, the hand previously in your hair slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull you tighter to him.

Suddenly, you were able to forget just where you were. All you could think about was Connor and the safety that came with him as he stole your breath from you, actions relentless as he walked you backwards until rough bark scraped at your back.

Chest heaving when he finally pulled back just enough to let you breathe, you almost missed the next words that he spoke.

“Do I have your attention now?”

His question was serious, but you could've sworn there was some of that rarely seen amusement in the mix somewhere too. It was enough to jolt you back to the reality of what was going on.

“Did you find anything?”

Another question directed at you, this time one that you responded to with a shake of your head.

“No luck, did you- “

Silencing yourself the second Connor's head whipped around, you felt your blood run cold as voices echoed through the trees far too close for comfort.

“We need to move. Now.”

He didn't need to tell you twice. You'd only had one proper encounter with the Careers thus far and it had been a close call – the sound of a knife ripping through flesh was still all too fresh in your mind, and it wasn't something you wanted to hear again let alone be on the receiving end of.

Besides, the Careers meant that he was nearby. Nines. You were sure that couldn't possibly be his real name, but then again, the people in the richer districts had different ideas of normal names.

Not that what they called him mattered, at the end of the day. He was brutal, trained his whole life for this one moment. And he wasn't about to let you or his brother stand in his way – unfortunately for you, that wasn't just a fact. It was a promise. The icy words had plagued you from the first time you'd met him in the training room.

You'd never asked Connor how he and Nines had come to end up being raised in two completely different environments – admittedly, you were afraid to ask. There was a darkness that took over Connor’s perfect features any time his brother was even hinted at, giving you enough information to know that nothing good had happened between them in the past.

“You can't run forever, little rabbit – he can't protect you from all of us.”

That same icy voice was taunting, now, as you took off through the trees with Connor hot on your heels. There was no point in being quiet, all you could hope to do was outrun them until they got bored – for Nines and the Career pack, this truly was a game. You were fighting for your life – Connor was fighting for your life – whereas they were simply playing to win. For the honour. Killing meant nothing to them, not if it got them the glory they'd been training to earn all their lives.

A whistling sounded off to your left and was promptly followed by a dull thud and the glint of metal as the thrown knife lodged itself firmly into a tree just ahead of you. He wasn't just taunting you with his words now – you'd seen Nines working with knives in training.

He never missed.

Too late you realised that the knife was intended to force you right into their trap. Your terrified shriek was mingled with a snarl of anger from Connor as you crashed to the ground, ropes tangled around your legs and only seeming to tighten as you scrabbled at them with desperate fingers.

No. No, no, no.

You couldn't go down like this.

A weight slammed into you, your head connecting with the ground as you felt the knees pinning your shoulders and the edge of a blade on your neck, digging into the soft skin with enough pressure to draw a whimper from you.

“How disappointing. I really thought you were going to put up more of a fight- “

The girl – Alison? Anna? Amanda. – pressed down further with each word, leaving you certain that this was it for you until surprise flitted across her face a fraction of a second before she slumped forwards like a puppet with cut strings.

Another cannon shot sounded.

Silence surrounded you for a moment before her weight was pulled from you and a figure cast her aside as if she wasn't a living person just seconds before. Blinking, you felt yourself relax the smallest bit at the figure looming over you.

Until he crouched down in front of you, revealing the steely eyes that spoke of nothing but bad intentions.

“What a waste,” You realised then that he wasn't looking at you, but at the unmoving body beside you. “She didn't listen.” Almost lazily, those eyes were turned towards you, a hand casually reaching out to stroke across your cheek as he ignored your flinch. His fingers came away damp – with tears, you realised suddenly. “You two are mine.”

“Don't fucking touch her.”

You'd never heard Connor so livid before. He didn’t even need to raise his voice, the anger clear in the surprisingly low words. Trying to turn your head to seek him out, you were stopped as Nines grabbed a fistful of your hair and stopped you from moving anywhere.

“You're not really in a position to be making demands, brother – and I'm starting to lose interest in this chase we've had going on.”

The monster in front of you didn't look away as he spoke, seemingly amused by the way you shrunk back under his harsh gaze and how unsettled you were by his eerily calm approach to everything that had happened over the space of the last few minutes.

“Besides, I don't understand why you're so attached to her – don't you realise you'd be so much better off without her? Without such a…weakness.”

“Why don't you stop playing games and just get this over with.”

Light sparked off metal again in response to your words as another knife came too close for comfort – although this time it was to free you from the ropes binding you before you were hauled to your feet, Nines towering above you as he held you firmly in place.

“Tell me, (Name) – is it a brave rabbit who challenges the wolf, or a stupid one?”

Your reply – “It's one that's already dead.” – was on the tip of your tongue when a gurgling sound interrupted the conversation.

Connor was on his feet. The tribute who'd been holding him down was not so lucky. Of the other three in the Career pack, the closest one to him made a move towards him, stopped only by Nines lifting his free hand in a gesture to stop.

Stalking towards you both, Connor radiated an aura of danger that had every nerve in your body screaming at you to run. And how you would have run, if you weren't being forced to stay where you were by a grip far stronger than you could hope to fight.

As if reading your thoughts, Nines shoved you away from him and into the waiting arms of one of the other tributes as he stepped forwards to match Connor's movements, the two of them circling each other. The tension in the air was suddenly through the roof, watching these two predators coiled and ready to pounce.

But that wasn't the only change in the air. Something was wrong – something that you couldn't initially put your finger on. Connor felt it too, you realised, watching his every move and not missing the way his gaze flitted towards the sky and then towards you for the briefest of seconds. The flash of concern you registered on his face was not reassuring, but somehow you understood.

You both needed to get away from there fast.

It was then that Nines lunged, like a coiled spring being released. Your heart jumped to your throat, but Connor was just as fast – just as deadly, despite having nowhere near the same training that any of the Careers had.

Their collision was a distraction you could take advantage of – and you did just that. Throwing your head back, there was little time for you to be satisfied by the crunching of bone or the whoosh of breath you heard as you wrestled the knife from your captor's hands and wasted no time sinking it into his leg.

If only you had the chance to celebrate that small victory, but it would seem the Gamemakers had other plans as the world seemed to explode around you, electricity striking the ground with enough force to send you all flying in different directions.

You hit the ground for a second time, although this time it was much worse. There was a lingering charge in the air, building and warning of more danger to come. Your ears were ringing and eyes struggled to focus in the aftermath of the strike, but you did feel a hand on your wrist and another on your upper arm guiding to your feet and prompting you to move.

Connor must have avoided the worst of the blast, you realised, as you were urged to move. It was difficult, with your head spinning and legs shaking uncontrollably, but this might be your only chance to get away from those intent on seeing you dead.

Maybe the Gamemakers weren't quite ready to see either of you dead yet, which really wasn't a comfort. It no doubt meant there was worse to come.

A crackling filled the air behind you, the flickering light bouncing around the forest alerting you to the second strike without any need for looking back. Still, you glanced behind you, regretting it when you stumbled and your knees hit the ground.

Before you could catch a breath, you were jerked up again, hands clutching at Connor's forearms as you drew in a breath and found your voice.

“Connor, please – just give me a minute.”

You hated the way your voice sounded so pleading as you tried to blink away the spots clouding your vision.

“We can't afford to stop,”

A supporting arm wrapped around you, fuelling the sudden disgust that flooded your system at the contact and in response to the horror that would have floored you if he hadn't been holding most of your weight.

“I can't have my brother catching up to us again, can I now? But don't worry, little rabbit, we're going to have a lot of fun, you and I.”

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Tagging: @connorshero @finding-jericho @wecanbe-heroes @deviantsupporter @connorfixinghistie @feminist-violinist @becomingrk800 @mynahx3 @liveloveandbekind (I may have forgotten some people who asked to be tagged because it's been a while, so please just yell at me if you want to be added <3)

#me: i'll just write a short drabble bc i really like the sound of this au #also me: 3k words later #i tried my best y'all #-\_(ツ)_/-#ruthless!connor x reader #dbh x reader #nines x reader #reader insert #ruthless!connor #nines #dbh #my writing #hunger games!au #WOW am I out of practice with writing #i'm gonna see all the mistakes once i reread this later #but anyway if nothing else this got my words going again!!#god it's been a hot minute since i've written something this long ooft

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emissaire · 3 years

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Hello!! I just randomly found your blog and I’m in love you’re such a good writer🥺❤️ I saw your request was open can I request how and what jjk men will do when they’re are needy and horny but you can’t give them affection bc you have big exams coming up and you must study hard for it

Also I joined your taglist so you can tag me in any jjk or aot fanfic or drabbles <33🥰❤️❤️

Sorry if you see grammatical mistakes eng isn’t my first language :)

characters: nanami, choso, toji, geto, gojo

warnings/includes: mdni, nsfw, slight smut, hinted age gap (legal), soft bf! jjk men, implied blowjob, cunnilingus, afab reader

notes: hi omg. first of all, you're too sweet and second of all, thank u for this request! i enjoyed writing it and my exams are pretty soon too so what a coincidence! lastly, i'm sorry this took so long. i have a lot of academic stuff going on but i hope you enjoy it!

p. s. also this turned out lengthy than i expected. i really did go crazy over this.

ꕥ Nanami Kento ‧₊˚

⸙. he'll be pretty subtle about it but also touchy? won't admit that he's needy or sometimes he's not even aware of it but he will be extra handsy with you. he will offer to massage your sore muscles while pressing kisses on your skin.

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it's almost 12 in the evening yet you're still in front of your laptop, books and notes scattered on your side of the bed.

you're someone who value sleep very deeply, something about staying youthful and all that beauty facts nanami didn't bother to remember. he's surprised to say the least but he knows the struggle because before he was a full-fledged tax payer, he, too, was once a student like you.

he continues to watch you silently, admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration and sometimes biting your lower lip– he quickly looks away with a slight cough. he doesn't like where his mind is going but then he's looking at you again, a hint of blush covering his cheeks.

"you look pretty busy. want me to massage you?" he asks even though his hands are already on your hips, squeezing it while pressing soft pecks on the exposed skin of your stomach.

you giggle at the ticklish feeling, placing one of your hands to draw your fingers on his blonde locks. "thank you, baby but i know you're exhausted from work already. i'll be fine."

he shakes his head stubbornly, sitting up before completely swiping away the papers on your hand and placing it on the bed. "i insist, my love."

so you lay on your back with your shirt discarded (you're not wearing a bra, no. who needs bras when the capable hands of your boyfriend are there), sighing happily at the soothing touch of the man behind you. he's very efficient with his work and it makes you smile because he's so thoughtful until his touches turn into sensual groping on your sides. his fingers will occasionally dip into the bands of your shorts, pulling it down with every stroke of his hands.

"ken?" you call for him with a hint of suggestiveness in your voice and it makes him grunt, the realization finally dawning on him.

"you wanna go at it?" he asks, trying to make it sound as casual as possible to hide the fact that he's really turned on at the moment.

you don't disappoint of course. he doesn't need to hear your response when you shimmy out of your remaining clothes before presenting yourself to him, all flushed and bare.

"i love you so much." he whispers as he sinks into your pulsing heat, finally, your foreheads pressed together. right then and there, he showed you just how proud he is by rewarding you with the powerful thrusts of his hips, hitting your g-spot just right, making you lose yourself and drown in the scent of him– manly, utterly delicious and so him.

ꕥ Kamo Choso ‧₊˚

⸙. just like nanami, choso will be subtle about his intentions. he will compliment you out of nowhere while lowkey insinuating you stop studying so you give him your attention: "aww, my pretty baby's studying? but you're already so smart!" "seriously, baby. and if you even fail, which i know is not gonna happen, i will just take care of you. make you my beautiful trophy wife."

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"still studying, huh?" your boyfriend leans on the door frame of your shared bedroom, head tilted sideways as he watches you.

"more like stu-dying." you huff, leaning back on your chair and looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder with a tired smile on your face.

"you know," he starts as he treads behind you with purpose, ""you really don't have to worry about not passing the test, you're intelligent."

you sigh at his comment, throwing your head back so you can look at him upside down. "i love how you're so confident about that, cho."

the man shrugs, giving you a lazy smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. "well, what can i say? i have the most perfect girlfriend. i have no reason to doubt your intellect."

shaking your head with a laugh, you pull him infront you. "you think i don't know what you're trying to do, baby?"

choso only smirks, pulling your lower body almost off the chair and making you wrap your legs around his hips. "you just look so enticing when you're all focused. makes me want to act up and see just how long you can last without giving in to me."

"when you walked through that door, you already got me. what're ya' waiting for then?"

at the invitation, your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to grab you by the back of your neck and kissing you with so much fervor. you can feel it in the way he's pressing himself closer to you, the need to fill you up and hear you make the prettiest sounds as you relish in the ecstasy he gives you.

ꕥ Fushiguro Toji ‧₊˚

⸙. he is surprisingly very mature about it. he knows how important your studies are for you so he tries to suppress his horny ass until you're the one who's begging him to distract you (read: fuck you) because you miss him and the way he feels inside you.

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you've been stuck inside the study for hours, hunched over the table as you study all the notes and books you need for your upcoming examination. you didn't notice the lack of your boyfriend's presence as you were pretty occupied but now that the soreness in your body is finally hinting at you to take a break, you suddenly miss him.

yawning, you make your way outside of the room to go and look for toji. he insisted he leaves you alone while you're studying so as not to disturb you and distract you, knowing just how short your attention span is.

you finally see him on the couch, television blasting in the living room but the man who's supposed to be watching is asleep. his head is on the back rest, one of his arms is on his stomach while the other is thrown back beside his head and oh god– his legs are wide open in a manspread and the obvious print of his manhood on his sweatpants makes you drool. he looks so inviting.

as carefully and silently as you can, you straddle the sleeping man's lap before rolling your hips with enough pressure to wake him up. the stiffness of his cock rubbing on your clothed pussy makes you mewl and close your eyes in pure bliss.

you jolt in surprise, eyes prying open when two large, familiar hands grab your asscheeks. it makes you moan to see toji biting his lip, enjoying the way you move against him.

"hello to you too, princess." he grunts under his breath, his head now inching towards you and planting several kisses on your jaw. "you done with studying?"

you shake your head no and you immediately sense him tensing underneath you before he stops you from moving entirely. "we can't, princess. you have to study, remember? i promise i'll fuck you however long you want but you gotta focus."

you whine at him, pulling his hands off your body so you can go back to humping him. "i'm taking a break, toji. i miss you."

understanding what you mean, he kisses the side of your head before guiding your hips back on and forth on top of his crotch like what you were doing, but this time, it's more precise and more satisfying with his help.

let's just say the both of you ended up going for a two-round love making before you have to go back to studying and when you're finally back in the study room, he's the one on your chair and you're on his lap and warming his cock the way he likes it.

ꕥ Geto Suguru ‧₊˚

⸙. this man is very supportive. he will cook you food and deliver it to the bedroom so you don't have to leave and can eat still while studying, will do the chores for you and will even help you study but don't let that fool you. he's more or less doing it for himself so you can finish early and won't have to pull an all-nighter because trust me, he will make his advances during night.

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you just got out of bath, finally fresh and kind of rested after spending almost an hour in the tub. a sigh of happiness emits from you, seeing the bed all neat and pristine, all thanks to suguru.

your boyfriend had been nothing but helpful all day and you giggle at the thought of him. he's so attractive, especially when he sits you on his lap while teaching you everything there is to know about the subject you're struggling at.

"oh hey, sweetheart." said man smiles when he steps foot inside the bedroom, eyeing you up in and down with nothing but the towel wrapped around your body.

"hi, baby." you coo, the sudden urge to be all over your pretty boyfriend engulfing you. acting out of that urge, you run towards him, burying your face on his exposed chest.

"what's gotten into you?" he laughs but he curls an arm around your waist anyway. secretly, he's enjoying the way you're rubbing your cheek on his pec. not receiving your affection for almost the entire day, he's bound to get needy.

"thank you for today." you finally look up at him, a sweet smile on your face, small hands rubbing his back up and down.

"it's nothing, that's the least i could do for you," he kisses your lips quickly, "but if you really insist on thanking me, i have an idea how you can show me your gratitude."

dating suguru for years, you absolutely know how his mind works by now so without another word, you slide your hands down his chest as you lower yourself on the floor, kneeling infront of him.

you can see the excited grin on his face and it makes you smile while tugging his sweats down with one hand. his member springs out now that it's out of its confinement, hitting your cheek in the process and wetting the skin with his precum.

"god, you look so beautiful." he groans appreciatively, gathering your hair up in a ponytail with the use of his hand.

you don't reply to him, too eager to please your man but if you're asked who's the beautiful one in this very room, without a doubt, you'll answer geto suguru in a heartbeat.

ꕥ Gojo Satoru ‧₊˚

⸙. gojo satoru is gojo satoru (derogatory). he will be an absolute menace and will prance around the house half-naked with nothing but his sweats hanging low on his hips with no boxers. he's the type to entice you to giving him attention by giving you head.

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as much as you want to ignore your boyfriend, you physically can't. not when he's in between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal.

"'toru... i really have to finish this." you pant, fingers curling into his white hair, toes curling and body squirming.

"then go ahead, baby." he lifts his head a little to look at you while laughing, his chin and the entirety of his lower face drenched with your slick. "tastes sweet as always."

how can you when he's distracting you the best way he knows will break your focus away from your notes? the hand you have on his hair tightens when his tongue continuously flicks at your clit. "fuuuck, 'toru! if you keep this up, i'm going to cum." you sob, lips quivering.

he almost feels bad. almost. he's been trying to gain your attention since this morning but you won't even look at him longer than a minute. walking around the house in nothing but his sweatpants, groping your butt cheeks when you pass by him, massaging your boobs while you were in the shower– he did everything! to say he was fed up is an understatement. not because of you though– if anything, he's more annoyed with your school for taking you away from him.

he notices how your moans turn whinier and higher in pitch, indicating you're close so he pulls back. a petty jut of his lower lip while looking at you through his eyelashes. "that's payback for not playing with me!" he childishly huffs.

"satoru, i swear to god! i am skinning you alive!" you almost shout, glaring at your boyfriend.

"if you really want to cum then come hop on my dick, baby. all you have to do is say it." he places one last kiss on your nub, making you mewl softly, before standing up and trudging towards the bed, completely ignoring you.

the thought of killing him has never been more appealing than now but first, you need to cum. like right fucking now. you can think about killing or forgiving him later, depends on how well he dicks you down.

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