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i can’t do this anymore–

saiki kusuo i know you can hear me, come pick me up & get me out of here. put me in a different reality please

Diavolo's tiddies.

Lucifer: why are you making pacts with my brothers?

MC: because of Belphegor

Lucifer:

WOWOWOWOW i’m so honored- thank you 🥺😘

hey, doll! if you don’t mind doing both bnha and haikyuu, my emojis are 💖✨💀🍃✌️ -thank you :))

I match you up with: Suna and Sero!

Emoji Matchups CLOSED

in saeran’s after ending, rika talks about strawberry yogurt a lot, and all i can think about is her eating a strawberry gogurt-

then going up to her and squeezing the tube

she deserves the momentary terror

i’m an actual slut for mattsun & makki so this is so wonderful to read

words: 4.6k

pairing: incubus!mattsun/makki x f!reader

prompt: threesome

warnings: threesome, double penetration, daddy kink, sir kink, oral (male receiving), anal penetration, dirty talk, reader getting her shit rocked by two hot demons lmaoo, special twist at the end

summary: going to the bar this frequently usually means you’re looking for trouble. but what do you do when the trouble comes to you instead, and instead of just one problem, it’s two?

the lights in the club were nearly overwhelming, the bass from the music thudding heavily through your blood and pounding in your ears.

the lights cast shadows over everything and the walls seemed as if they were pulsing with the music. different shades of blues, purples, and reds made your skin glow almost ethereally, the white dress that clung to your figure looking downright sinful as it practically glows under the lights.

(e/c) eyes lazily scan the dance floor, deep wine colored lips wrapped around your straw suggestively as you finish your third glass of rum and coke.

although the club was lively, bodies grinding against one another in a drunken and lust-filled frenzy, it becomes boring after a while.

you needed something exciting, something new. something that would get your heart thudding in your chest and your lungs gasping for air. you were tired of this same old, tepid pace.

so when your eyes trailed lazily back to the bar and immediately connected with not one, but two pairs of eyes that were already locked on your figure, a bolt of electricity shot down your spine. maybe you had spoken too soon.

a small flirtatious smile made it’s way onto your wine-colored lips when neither men broke eye contact with you as you caught them staring. instead, they both chose to shoot you their own smiles back.

even from across the bar you could tell they were tall, easily towering over the people that surrounded them. the man on the left with the dark curly hair and sleepy eyes was taller than his light-haired companion with the cheeky grin to his right.

sleepy eyes’ grin was small and lazy, more of a smirk than anything. his dark hooded eyes roamed over your body, and the intensity behind those orbs made you feel as if he were undressing you right where you stood.

your thighs clench unconsciously, and sleepy eyes’ grin only grows wider, as if he knew the effect he already had on you.

trying to cool your flustered expression, you trail your eyes over to the man on his right. any hopes of fighting off the blush on your cheeks went down the drain the moment you locked eyes with his companion.

piercing eyes captivate yours, and you feel like you’ve suddenly been put underneath a spell. his eyes hold yours and you feel the room melt away, as if it were just the two of you alone.

plush lips part to swipe a tongue that changes colors under the lights across dry lips, and you barely hold back a whimper when you catch a glint of metal before it disappears back into his mouth.

unable to hold the intense eye contact any longer, you rip your gaze away from the man and settle it back on your empty drink, head tilted towards the floor as you struggle to regain your footing.

when you said you were waiting for something exciting and new to pop up, you didn’t necessarily mean for it to come in the form of two incredibly attractive strangers who you seemed to pique their interest from across the bar.

but you’re most definitely not complaining.

you shuddered as you recalled the way their eyes roamed over your body as if you were already undressed, greedily taking in the way your body curved and flowed.

there was a hint of familiarity in their gaze as well, as if they’ve seen your body before, devoured it before laying their eyes on you for the first time tonight.

not realizing how deep into your thoughts you were, you gasped in surprise when suddenly a warm hand came into your view, calloused fingers gently gripping your chin to force you to look up from your empty glass.

heat rushed through your body when your eyes connected with a sleepy pair, hooded lids barely containing amusement and a hint of lust behind swirling irises.

the tall man bends over to bring himself down to your height, lips brushing against your ear so you can hear him over the pounding music, and you think you imagine the feeling of cool metal against your skin.

“why such a concentrated look, cutie?” he rumbles into your ear, and if rough sex could have a voice it would definitely belong to this man. his voice is velvety, deep, and slightly raspy at the ends, like smoke curling past someone’s lips after they’ve taken a drag.

his scent invades your nose, cedarwood and hints of leather intoxicating your senses, and you have to refrain yourself from leaning your body into his.

instead, you lean back to level your gaze with his, lazily crossing your arms with a small smile curling your painted lips.

“just wishing i had another drink in me.” you purred, enjoying the way his eyes trail down to your exposed cleavage before trailing their way back up to your eyes, not forgetting to gaze at your lips while he was at it.

he chuckled as he ran a large hand through his inky curls, and you absentmindedly wondered what they would feel like under your fingers as you tugged on them.

“well, pretty thing,” he leered at you, one corner of his lips curling up into a half smile and it was at this moment that you realized that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of metal.

a thin ring was settled right in the middle of his plump bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but gulp when you watched his skin stretch even tighter around the piercing when his smile grew.

“i think i can fix that.”

just as you’re about to say your thanks, another large and warm hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you nearly break your neck when you whip to your side to see who would be so bold as to just grab you out of nowhere.

the venomous retort on your tongue dies when you lock eyes with a familiar pair of intense orbs. a small blush fills your cheeks as light hair brings your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, cheeky smile never leaving his lips.

without saying a word, he gently tugs you to your feet and jerks his chin in the direction of the dance floor. he wanted to dance with you.

you shift your gaze back to sleepy eyes for some assistance with his friend, but all he does is give you that same half-smile before shooing you away, turning to the bar to order your drink.

seeing as he was going to be no help, you allow the other man to drag you to the middle of the dance floor, secretly relishing in the way his large hands grip your waist and pull you onto his crotch as you grind and sway to the music.

getting a cheeky idea, you twist in his hold, now facing his chest as his hands never leave your waist. he cocks a thin eyebrow at you, a small smirk curling his lips as you smile up innocently at him.

swaying your hips to the music, you slide your hands up and around his neck, lightly scratching the base of his hairline as you bite your lip and give him a flirtatious wink. you giggle as you feel the slight groan that leaves his lips rather than hear it.

the smirk on his lips could only be described as devilish when he removes a hand from your waist to trail it up your body, lightly groping your breast before settling on the nape of your neck, eyes narrowing at the soft moan you released when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

the prominent feeling of his hard cock grinding against you through your dress already has your panties growing damp, but you couldn’t feel bothered to care.

he released your throat to bring his fingers up to cup your cheek, and his eyes darken when you slip his thumb into your mouth and suck when he goes to brush against your lips.

your body feels as if you’ve been put under a spell as you stare into his eyes. your only mission is to please this man and his partner by any means necessary.

another groan rumbles from his chest when you swirl your tongue around his digit before pulling off of it with a pop, and light hair is quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you close.

his breath is sweet with the faint stench of alcohol, no doubt from what he was drinking earlier.

a whimper escapes you when he pulls you even closer, running his nose along your jaw before settling his lips by your ear.

“you like playing with fire, pretty girl? cause it seems to me like you’re in the mood to get burned.” he growls into your ear, voice low and smooth like silk.

your panties are undoubtedly drenched by now when he finally pulls you into a searing kiss, cock still grinding against your aching core as you tighten your grip on his neck.

his kiss is dominant and demanding, eager tongue plunging into your mouth, and your delighted when you feel the distinct metal of his tongue piercing drag along your own muscle.

you continue making out with the ridiculously hot stranger before pulling away with a gasp as another body comes up behind you, sandwiching you in the middle.

you moan lightly when another hard cock is ground against your ass, ring adorned fingers coming up to wrap around your throat and tilt your head back until your heady gaze is met with those lustfully hooded eyes again.

“well now isn’t this a sweet treat,” sleepy eyes muses as you whine and grind against his cock, already helpless and they’ve haven’t done a single thing to you.

“what a naughty little thing, letting two strangers grind against your body and touch on you like this.” he continues, eyes leaving yours to meet with his partners across your head.

you can’t see the grin light hair shoots his friend but you can definitely feel a pair of nimble fingers disappear under your dress, lightly stroking your soaking core before teasing your clit.

sleepy eyes grins darkly at the sight of your eyes widening in shock, cute brows immediately furrowing as you moan softly at the pleasure, hips grinding onto the two fingers.

the whine you let out when light hair pulls his fingers away almost makes him feel bad, but the sight of your shocked expression when he offers his fingers to his partner to taste your slick makes up for it.

sleepy eyes takes his fingers into his mouth, groaning at your essence as he laps it off of his partners digits, shooting him a small wink at the slightly flustered expression on his face.

turning his gaze back to you, he grins wolfishly before bringing his lips down to your ear again. “let’s introduce ourselves, hm? that way you know who’s names your gonna be screaming by the end of tonight.”

you nod dumbly at his words, still dazed by his previous ministrations, thighs clenching as he releases his hold on your neck and angles your head to look at the man across from you.

“my name’s hanamaki takahiro, sweetheart.” hanamaki winks at you, trailing his still wet finger across his lips before flicking out his tongue to swipe across the flesh, watching how your eyes stay trained on his piercing.

sleepy eyes grinds his cock against your ass again, pulling a whimper from you as he rumbles his name into your ear.

“and i’m matsukawa issei, pretty thing.” he groans into your ear as you grind your ass back against him, his hold on your waist just under hanamaki’s grip tightening.

“i’m (y/n),” you reply breathlessly, flushing under the cute smile hanamaki sends your way, lips barely brushing as he dips head close to yours.

“a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he murmurs softly before pressing a quick peck to your lips, laughing slightly when you try to chase him as he pulls away.

the two men lock eyes above your head before hanamaki drops his hands from your waist and matsukawa spins you around so your facing him.

you crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you can’t repress the startled gasp when you see his dark irises have been replaced by a glowing purple, nearly the same shade as the lights bouncing off of you from above.

your heart is pounding in your chest when hanamaki joins him on your right side, expressive eyes narrowed in lust as his irises have also been replaced by the same purple in matsukawa’s.

your body feels like it’s locked in place, the urge to tear your eyes away from their gaze practically nonexistent. you should feel scared, terrified of these men who clearly aren’t human, yet you can’t find yourself willing to part from them.

they both smile fanged smiles when they realize you aren’t running from them, already caught in their trap. matsukawa tugs you closer as hanamaki brings a soft hand up to cup your cheek.

“why don’t you come home with us, pretty girl?” hanamaki coos at you, bright eyes swirling with lust and mischief.

“we’ll take good care of you, scouts honor.” matsukawa can’t hold back his snort at makki’s words, muttering “scouts honor my ass” under his breath which hanamaki snickers at.

you can’t help the nervous shiver down your spine, the daunting task of taking on these two men men? suddenly presenting itself to you.

“but i’ve never... been with... two before…” you trail off weakly, and both men have to repress the urge to just rip off your clothes and take you there when you gaze up at them with those glassy doe eyes.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head, gorgeous.” matsukawa reassures you, giving your waist a comforting squeeze. “we’ll walk you through it and make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. what do you say?”

you miss the sinister looks in their eyes as you nod your head yes. you had no idea what you just agreed to.

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“issei!” you moan out, eyes clenched shut as you pressed your face further into the mattress, fists clenching the wrinkled sheets until your knuckles turned white.

a swift spank rang across your ass cheek, forcing another choked moan from your lips as mattsun kneads your flesh, appreciating the way your skin looks all marked up and red.

“that’s the wrong name, baby girl.” he tuts out disappointedly, grinning wickedly as he adds a second thick finger into your tight ass, slowly easing it in before spreading them apart.

a cute squeal leaves your flush lips at the burning stretch, head coming up as tears of pain and pleasure sting your eyes.

“daddy~!”

“there we fucking go.” mattsun groans out, pumping his fingers steadily into you, hungry eyes never leaving the delicious way your back arches as he crooks and twists his fingers around inside you.

you could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth, cute little cunt clenching around nothing as he further stretched your ass

“we wanna make sure you’re nice and prepared for us, pretty thing.” you remember makki whispering to you as they shedded your clothes the moment they got you into their bedroom.

speaking of makki, a black and thin tail trailed the edge of your jaw, spade-tipped end coming to rest under your chin and force your hazy gaze upwards.

(e/c) eyes met a smiling pair of glowing purple, makki’s pink hair glowing under the dim bedroom light as he smiled down on you, his curled horns glinting dimly in the light.

“she looks so fucked out, issei. whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” makki coos out, smirking when he brings up a palm to your face and you lean into it, moaning even louder as mattsun continues preparing your ass for later.

but stretching your ass out wasn’t makki’s concern, though you did look adorable all close eyed and flushed. right now, makki was more concerned with how your plush lips would feel on his throbbing cock.

feeling something hot and wet nudge your lips, you open your eyes to be greeted with makki’s throbbing length. you drooled at the sight of it. both of these men had been blessed in the cock department, but what exactly do you expect when you’re fucking a incubus?

makki’s length was long and thick, flushed red tip steadily leaking precum, and you could see his pulse in the long vein that ran on the side of it. you can only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you.

as if reading your mind, makki smiles down at your awed expression, kneeling in front of you as he lightly taps his leaking tip against your lips. “open up pretty girl, the faster you suck my cock the faster i can split that pretty pussy apart.”

he laughed at the desperate whine you let out, tapping his tip against your parted lips again. “what do you say about that?”

you flush as you press a quick kiss to his tip, shyly dragging your tongue across the slit to avoid answering his question. a hiss rang from makki before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, causing to to yelp.

mattsun took that opportunity to squeeze in a third finger, relishing in the way you tightened around his digits in pain and pleasure. you were gonna feel heavenly around his cock, no pun intended.

(yeah it was.)

makki jerked your head around again when you took too long to answer him, glowing eyes looking down on you harshly as you cried out.

“answer me when i’m talking to you, (y/n), or i might not play so fucking nice with you next time.” he growled out.

your heart jumped at the idea of a next time, but you pushed that to the back of your mind, swallowing your pride as you shyly looked into his eyes, embarrassed.

“i like the sound of that…” you murmured out quietly, quickly averting your eyes as you hoped that would be enough to appease him.

makki’s eyes hardened as he slapped his cock roughly against your cheek, causing you to squeal. “you like the sound of that, what?” his cold tone made you realize his patience was wearing thin.

“i like the sound of that, sir!” you whimpered out, and you relaxed when the harsh look in his eyes was replaced with that soft satisfied look again.

“there we go, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you bit back a whimper as he slowly dragged his tip across your lips, lightly nudging them further apart as you panted from mattsun’s fingers in your ass.

without warning, makki thrusted his cock past your lips, filling your mouth quickly as mattsun slammed particularly hard into you.

you choked on his cock as you squealed, eyes rolling back into your head as both men began a fast pace, rocking themselves in and out of your body as you laid there and took it.

“fuck, pretty girl, your mouth feels really - shit! good!” makki panted out, gripping your head firmly as he fucked himself further down your throat.

you gagged around his thick length as he pushed further into your throat, and he let out a loud moan when you swallowed around him reflexively.

“shit!” he groaned, and one of his hands left your hair to lightly grip your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock. “fuck, babygirl, do that again! issei, you gotta feel this.”

mattsun’s unoccupied hand came up to rest against your throat just as you swallowed around makki’s length again. both men let out a moan at the feeling, and mattsun pulled his fingers from your entrance, causing you to whine.

“don’t worry pretty girl, you won’t be empty for long.” before you could process his words, you felt the fat head of mattsun’s cock press against your asshole, slicked up with lube as he pushes in, hands spreading your ass cheeks apart.

you force yourself off of makki’s cock as you grip his thighs tightly, nails digging into his flesh as you cry at the feeling of mattsun splitting your ass in two.

makki lowers himself onto the bed as he cups your face, cooing to you softly as he gently wipes away the fat tears rolling down your cheeks with his thumb.

“fuck she’s tight.” mattsun swears as he continues to sink further into your ass.

you hiccup at the stretch, vision swimming with tears as his fat cock continues to enter you for what feels like forever. how much more of him can you take?

“d-daddy!” you hiccup out, and the watery tone of your pain laced voice causes him to stop only two-thirds of the way into your ass. his hand comes up to rub soothing circles into your lower back.

he leans over your figure, pressing warm kisses to your shaking spine as you struggle to accommodate his length in you. “i’m sorry pretty girl, does it hurt?”

you whimper as you nod your head, back bowed and eyes clenched shut as you fisted the sheets tightly.

mattsun and makki shared the same look with a frown on their lips, and mattsun continued to rub your lower back as he peppered your back with kisses.

“i’m sorry pretty girl, you know i don’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs against your spine. “you just gotta relax for me, sweetheart. then you’ll feel really good.”

you shook your head again, thighs still trembling. “t-too big, daddy!” you gasp out, and a small smile curls mattsun’s lips before he wipes it away as he coos at you.

“i know sweetheart, but i also know you can take it. just relax for me, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

with a shaky nod from you, makki peppers your face with kisses, licking away your tears as his hands travel lower until he reaches your chest.

a soft moan escapes your lips as he fondles your breasts, slim fingers rolling and pinching your nipples until they’re nice and hard for him.

mattsun releases a shaky sigh as he feels you loosen up around his cock, but you still have a bit more to go before he can move again.

you let out a soft gasp as you felt the distinct feeling of mattsun’s tail in between your legs, spade-tipped end flicking and rubbing against your clit.

mattsun let out a breathy chuckle as you moaned from the stimulation, body loosening up even further until he finally slid all the way in, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “there we go, sweetheart. just relax.”

he stayed like that for a minute, letting you accommodate to his size before gently rocking his hips to test where things were. a surprised moan fell from your lips as you placed your forehead against the sheets, lightly rocking against his cock.

you’ve never felt so full in your life, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to take both of them.

mattsun took your moan as a sign to continue, and this time he pulled back a little further before thrusting into you firmly, but not too much to overwhelm you.

“oooh daddy!” you squealed out in pleasure, and makki shot mattsun a grin that mattsun returned, gripping your hips firmly as he lightly thrusted into your ass.

“i told you it’d feel good, princess.” mattsun chuckled as you met each of his thrusts, pace slightly picking up along with your moans ringing through the room. “ohh fuck.” he groaned out as he sped up, biting his lip as he fucked steadily into your ass.

you were drooling into the sheets at this point, mind completely blank as mattsun drilled into you, headboard slamming lightly against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

the pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn’t even realize he stopped thrusting into you and makki slipping under you until you felt his cock nudge against your cunt.

you lifted your head in shock as your eyes met his, and makki only smiled at you as he pressed into you, moaning at how tight and wet you were.

“ohhh my fucking god.” you choked out, resting your head against makki’s shoulder as you shook in their hold, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed intensifying as makki finally bottomed out inside of you.

you panted harshly against his skin, and when you felt two pairs of hands squeeze you in question, you couldn’t help the breathless chuckle at their concern.

“i’m green guys, it’s okay.” you lifted your head to peer into makki’s glowing irises that were swimming with lust and concern. leaning in close, you captured his lips with yours, twisting your tongue around his as you played with his piercing.

when you guys parted you were panting, hooded eyes never leaving his. “c’mon, sir!” you whined as you lightly rocked your hips.

a choked moan left makki’s lips as his grip on your waist tightened. a similar sound came from mattsun behind you, and you turned around to gaze into his eyes as well. “you too, daddy.”

“i thought you guys were going to take ‘real good care of me’ tonight?” the condescending tone of your voice broke the men out of their temporary reverie, and both growled as they both pulled out and thrusted back into you at the same time.

a choked groan left your lips as they stuffed you full again, and you let out another breathy laugh that ended in a moan as makki leaned forward to bite your neck.

“please wreck me, daddy. i wanna cum all over your fat cocks, sir.”

you knew you were in for trouble the moment both of them snarled, and a wail escaped your swollen lips as they both began pounding into you, flesh slamming against flesh as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

as mattsun railed your ass harshly and makki snapped his hips deeply into your cunt, pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrusts, you made peace with yourself that if this is how you died, at least you’d see them in hell.

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with a final cry and the stuttering of hips, all three of you collapsed onto the sheets bonelessly, gasping for air as you came down from your highs.

both men pulled out of your abused holes, a smug satisfaction filling them as they watched their seed ooze from your twitching body.

they both laid down on either side of you, makki snuggling into your neck on your right as mattsun rested his chin on your head to your left.

“i think…” you panted, still trying to catch your breath. mattsun hummed and makki began tracing patterns onto your stomach, waiting for you to continue.

“i think… that may have been the best session yet.” both men laughed as they agreed with you, hugging your body closer to them.

“like for real. you guys were so convincing in the club, i nearly forgot we were role playing.” makki chuckled into your neck before sighing in content as you rubbed his horns.

he always loved when you played with his horns after a particularly steamy round in the bedroom.

“yeah, that was a pretty good round.” mattsun concluded as he got comfortable, lazily wrapping his tail around your waist, pressing a smile into your hair when he felt makki’s intertwine with his over your skin.

mattsun raised himself to press a sweet kiss against your lips, tugging makki by his hair to pull him from your neck to give him his as well.

makki’s whines were short lived as he melted into his boyfriend’s kiss, and once they broke apart, he smiled into yours as you pressed one against his lips as well.

finally relaxing into your bed, limbs all tangled with one another, you all began drifting to sleep. just as the boys were about to go under, your sweet voice rang out into the quiet night air.

“i love you two so much, you have no idea.”

taglist: @lovelypasteldreams @living-for-drama @arixtsukki @month-seasoning

ok but imagine biden wins but instead of him coming om stage brendon urie rises up from the floor and starts singing carry on my wayward sun and dean and cas drive on stage in the imapala with harry and louis tied to the roof of the car holding a rainbow flag over them and louis tosses a baby doll off the stage and dean shoots it with his shotgun and dan and phil are there and

i- cHiKaRa??? listen, i adore ennoshita, but usually he doesn’t get this kind of attention. so to find such a beautiful piece of work about a wonderful man? *chef’s kiss*

oct. 9, 2020 | breath play

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Breath Play, Choking, Teasing, Edging?, Begging, Fluff, Post-Time Skip, College Setting, No Actual Smut lol but still v much 18+, Heavy Kink Negotiation, Dom/Sub Play, Good BDSM Etiquette from Perfect Gentleman Ennoshita Chikara, Established Relationship, Drinking, Mild Angst that is resolved quickly, admittedly very little editing on my part lol.

You never imagined when you agreed to a date with Ennoshita that he would be anything but the perfect gentleman he’s always presented himself to be. And he is, always. He opens doors for you, pulls your chair out, helps you with your coat, listens to you about your day and asks permission to be physically affectionate.

He’s lovely and handsome, and not a bad pull for only your third partner since starting college. Your relationship with him is certainly the most serious you’ve had, though you sometimes catch yourself thinking about how people say college is meant to be for more wild experiences and experimenting. You don’t think you’ll ever get anything wild from Ennoshita that some of your friends brag about, and you try not to let such surface level disappointment eat at you.

Chikara treats you well. He’s a good man, even if he hasn’t brought up the topic of sex in the first month or so of dating, but you haven’t either. You’re trying to respect his boundaries–when kissing gets heated, he always backs off, and you assume it’s his own discomfort with it, or some desire to protect your purity, too.

You come to find you’re somewhat right. Just not in the way you thought.

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soft keen 🥺 pretty akaashi 🥺❤️✨

I havent drawn in a few weeks so I tried to draw soft cute kenma….

lev & love songs, we truly live in a beautiful world 🥺❤️

A/N: Timeskip Lev make me go BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF AAARF ARF. P.S: For double the experience, read while listening to this

diapason. | haiba lev

summary: in which lev meets you again and you develop some sort of warm reconnection with your past underclassman. (Continuation of this fic)

word count: 4402

warnings: manga spoilers!!

(n.) a full, rich outpouring of melodious sound

Vienna, Austria. January 2022.

The Danube Canal in mid-winter reminds you of a lot of things:

The Shakujii River flanked with its timeless parade of cherry blossom trees. Christmas celebrations spent at home with your family, popping bottles of soda and whining about misshapen gifts. Your piano recitals played in utter devotion, like the winter would never end.

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i just finished this & i’ve got this big, cheesy smile on my face like an idiot. This was such an endearing post, my heart is on cloud 9 with how cute it is!!! 🥺❤️✨

Secret Admirer (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Request: OML your Dadmight fics are so cute!Could you do one for Aizawa where his kid is a UA student and is receiving letters from a secret admirer. How would he react?

A/N: The reader is adopted because Aizawa is only thirty and I want the reader to be in Class 1B for story reasons within the story.

Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her english textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

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please tell me your thoughts bc i really want to know

so, we all know how the first person to get a quirk in the BNHA universe pretty much just lights up their body. when i looked them up, the gender was unconfirmed. so what i’m hearing is, it is hypothetically possible for the first person with a quirk to have a dick that can light up like a lightsaber? because i’m pretty sure that's it. does it make a sound? like the- fwoom

has someone already talked abut this??? please gimme any links i just wanna know

i- 🥺 

i just- 🥺🥺

oh my goodness, porn with plot is one of my favorite things; this was so hot & became so sweet! i love that feeling of angst where your chest hurts, then it is soothed by fluff. i love this post 😌💖🥺

Mission: Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou

Pair: Kuroo x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot

Warnings: Degradation, Master/Pet Dynamics, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Cum Play, Nipple Play

Prompt: “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.”

Summary: You really should have just spoken to Kuroo about your insecurities instead of letting everything spiral out of control. But that’s okay, your husband is more than happy to thoroughly remind you that you’re the only woman he’ll ever want.  

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this spicy prompt. (Masterlist goes live Monday 31st August 11:30pm U.K. time!) 

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oh my gosh, i’m absolutely melting! this is so sweet & i really enjoy how soft the entire piece is. like, i could viSUALIZE the loving gaze he gave. uGH 😩 🥺

After Class

A/N: ahhhh !! this is my first time writing! hopefully you all like it! !!

Character: Suna Rinataro (Haikyuu)

Warnings: fluff, and maybe some bad writing.

you and suna have been dating for a few months now

the days when that he doesn’t have practice, he waits for you outside your classroom.

he stood outside your class seeing all the students rush out to go about their days, but he doesn’t see you come out.

he assumes that you’re talking with your teacher, so decides to wait a few more minutes.

after five more minutes, he gets confused. he doesn’t hear any voices talking inside the classroom. were you even in there? maybe you thought he had practice today so you already went home.

he finally decides to walk inside the room, and the sight he saw made his cheeks burn and his eyes soften.

there you were, sleeping soundly on your desk, with your head buried inside your arms. no one had even bothered to wake you up. i mean how could they actually, you looked so cute like that.

“what an idiot.” he mumbled to himself. he walked towards your desk where your soft snoring could be heard more clearly. he clicked his tongue at you, knowing that you probably pulled an all nighter last night. he’s told you to stop doing that, but you never listen to him.

he turns the chair from the desk in front of you and sits on it, silently staring at you in awe. he’s always thought you were so pretty since first year. the way you smiled at others, your precious laugh, and most importantly, the way you always put the miya twins in their place when they acted up. that’s something he could rarely do.

the sun beaming from the windows and the cherry blossom trees from outside makes the scene look like it belongs on a shojo manga. to any other person, it sort of looks creepy, but he didn’t care. he was so in love you. he wondered if you’re in love with him too.

he sighed, realizing that he should wake you up before you both miss the train. he tapped on your desk, hoping to wake you up without making too much noise. you stirred around with a groan coming your mouth. he waited a few seconds to see if you would get up, but instead you just fell back asleep.

“jesus, how tired were you?” suna said in a soft voice. he started petting your head, feeling bad that you stay up each night studying to pass every single test you had.

“you really have to stop staying up, you know? it’s not good for you. maybe one day you’ll fall asleep during a test, then all that studying would be for nothing.” he said to you in a soft voice, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

he looked up at the clock to see what time it was. the train leaves in 30 minutes and it’s a 20 minute walk. if you don’t wake up soon, you’ll both miss the train.

he sighs, deciding to tap on your desk again, but this time harder than before. he waited a few seconds to see if he would have to have to do it again. he felt your head slowly rise up under his palm.

you looked up, squinting because of the sunlight that was shining through the windows. you were so confused on what was going on. your whole body felt heavy and you could barely open your eyes. as the realization hit you, your eyes darted around the room in a panic. “holy shit, how long was i asleep for?”, you thought to yourself.

you kept looking around until your eyes landed on suna, who had a tiny smile on his face. your cheeks burned up at the sight of him. how long has he been here?

you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment. how come no one woke you up after class ended? “suna, how long have you been here?” you voice sounded muffled because of your hands. “probably about 20 minutes, i noticed that you never came out your class.”

you opened your mouth to speak but got cut off by suna. “y/n, please stop staying up so late. it’s not good for you mentally or physically. i don’t want to see you fail a test because you slept through it.” you could tell his voice was laced with concern with his soft gaze staring at still sleepy face. you slowly removed your hands from your face to look at his. you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach at his words. no one has ever treated you with so much care like he does. your brain doesn’t know how to react to it, but you do know that you never want this feeling to go away.

“i- i’m sorry rin, i’m just so scared about this test. i’ll try not to stay up anymore.” you sighed. you put your hand on his cheek to pull him into a kiss. you both didn’t kiss much, but when you did they were tiny pecks with little spark in it. but this kiss was different, it was soft, it was romantic, it screamed love.

you pull away, feeling like you both are the only people in the world right now. your cheeks were burning and the butterflies in your stomach are getting more intense. “you don’t have to apologize, i know you just want to pass. if you want, we can both study together.” suna stood up grabbing your hand. you leaned down to grab your bag that was under your desk, standing up hand in hand with suna to head home for the day.

you both walked out in class into the empty hallways. it was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence between you two. who knew that you’d be dating the athlete that you’ve had a crush on since middle school. 14 year old you would’ve definitely called you a liar.

“hey rin?” your eyes staring at floor as walk closer to the entrance doors. suna felt his heart beat faster at the nickname. “what’s up, y/n?” he turned his gaze towards you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“i love you.” you whispered in the softest voice. you weren’t even sure if he had even heard you, and you really didn’t want to repeat it.

it’s felt like hours have passed when you said those words to him. is he gonna call you weird? is he gonna laugh it off. maybe you should’ve waited-

“y/n, i love you too.” he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek as he opens the door. you look up, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. yeah, you definitely don’t want this feeling to go away.

“now let’s get to the train yeah? i’m craving your mom’s curry.” you playfully hit his arm with giggles that simmers down into a small smile.

“yeah yeah, let’s go you giant.” you teased. you both walk in the direction of the station, cherry blossom leaves covering the ground you walked on. you continue teasing suna as those words still linger in your head.

he loves you too.

i’m not mad 🥰

Haikyuu!! Click and Drag Game! Please do not repost anywhere.

There are 41 characters total for each lmfao i went all out. Click and drag each one to see who you get, or if you’re on mobile, take a screenshot.

Have fun and let me know what you got!

THIS IS SO CUTE, literally just what i needed right now. i love this so much, tsukki being soft is one of my favorite things 🥺🥰💖

observant

summary: feeling insecure about yourself, you change your eating habits and your whole mindset about your body. Tsukishima Kei, your observant classmate and acquiantance, notices.

pairing: tsukishima x reader

words: 3,367

contains: implied eating disorder, angst, and fluff.

A/N: i’ve been feeling insecure about myself for the longest time, so i decided to write about it and since i’ve been obsessed with tsukki for the longest time, i wrote about him hehe. here’s to all the girls that struggle to love theirselves. pls know that you’re perfect the way you are and you don’t have to society’s standards!! 💛

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Tsukishima Kei has always been observant.

It’s the reason why he’s so good at volleyball. His keen eyes always pick up the opponents’ habits and the loopholes in their attacks, which is why he’s able to counter whatever they do. He’s constantly thinking—there’s never a moment where the gears in his head stop moving.

And that’s why he notices the way you barely eat anymore.

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the power of friendship 🥰

heptagon

4.9 words | smut | nsfw, eightsome??, rebound sex, fingering, cunnigulus, fellatio, anal, double penetration, squirting. | kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtaro, akaashi keiji, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei.

— if you saw my bias for akaashi no you didn’t. inspired by @satendou​. i might write some sequels to this or i might not but either way please enjoy this seijoh third year + bokuroaka gangbang! 🤍

it had started out innocently enough.

a poorly disguised attempt at cheering you up after your relationship of three years had been broken off without so much as face-to-face conversation or an apology. it had simply come to a close with an “it’s over” text which you couldn’t even respond to because your number had been blocked. and yet, in a way, after hours and days and what was bordering on weeks of salt sprinkled tears and half-eaten pints of häagen dazs macadamia nut brittle, you had begun to find some sort of clarity within the initial shock of the situation and the inevitable questions that had followed.

you had known that your ex-boyfriend had had a tendency to flirt with other girls. oikawa and akaashi had even pointed it out to you when you had started dating him with warnings that you had ignored time and time again in favor of some sort of pretense of love. 

“he cares about me,” you had repeated over and over as your friends did little to mask their skepticism, “he’ll grow out of it eventually.”

but in the end, he hadn’t grown out of it, in fact when he had realized that you were prone to turn a blind eye to his infidelity, it had only gotten more and more flagrant what with you catching him chatting up girls at random college parties and disappearing with them off to a bedroom or the bathroom while you drowned your sorrows away with a bottle of cheap champagne.

“i think he’s cheating on me,” you had slurred out one night to a half sober akaashi who had grown accustomed to the way you would readily spill your feelings out to him when you got past your fourth glass.

“so why are you still with him?” akaashi had replied, his voice the picture of nonchalance as he fought the urge to wrap his arms around you and comfort you, knowing that it would only end in rejection and an insult that he knew you ultimately didn’t mean.

“because he loves me?” your voice had involuntarily risen at the end of your sentence and akaashi had shot you a sharp and saddened look.

“who are you trying to convince?” he had answered after a while, watching with a pang of silent anger as your boyfriend had emerged from the bathroom hand in hand with a pretty first year, lipstick still staining his neck, “me or yourself?”

and, of course, in the end, he had been right, though at the time you had brushed him off with a scowl and sauntered away for a refill. because, even though you had known that deep down that your boyfriend didn’t truly love you, the fear of rejection and loneliness had been one that you simply couldn’t bear to think about. 

so you hadn’t.

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dude I cannot express how many times I've read this, it just makes my heart clench in the best ways. im the softest for poly fits, especially with these boys :,)

Hello there ! Can I request a scenario with Oikawa and Iwaizumi having the biggest crush on their childhood friend. She also have a crush on the two guys, how they deal with their feelings until they got together, the three of them Thank you !

Anonymous said: Hey there, I just want to say that I love your work ♥ I always look forward to your new posts!!! ^^ Also if it’s not too much, could I ask a scenario where Iwaizumi and Oikawa both have feelings for a female childhood friend of theirs but they think she likes the other. Thanks in advance! :*** ♥♥♥

I’ve always liked the idea of a poly forming bc two people like the same person! Like why have love triangles when you can just date both options? Anyway! Thanks for asking! And I’m sorry it’s taken so long to be completed! - Admin Satori <3

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader x Oikawa Tooru Poly:

It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest. Never had it ever been a fair playing field for Iwaizumi. Especially against his best friend, Oikawa. Never had he ever been able to win over a girl he liked when they only had eyes for him! Whenever he did gather the courage to ask the girl out, they ended up just using him to get closer to the pretty boy….

But you were different. Not only because you weren’t a fangirl of Oikawa on his looks alone, but because the three of you had known each other since infancy. You’d had the chance to witness Oikawa at his best and at his worst, you’d had the chance to see Iwaizumi pretty much mold his personality to be a stark contrast to his best friend on principle alone. While you simply sat back and watched them compete and have the best of times together.

It wasn’t until college came around that you noticed they’d started having issues. Separation anxieties. Leaving for college or debating on changing locations or even just toying with the idea of not going to college at all. You had decided not to go. Against your mothers and father’s wishes, yes, but it was your choice. You had found a wonderful job, great benefits, and had slowly started working your way up the corporate ladder.

And while they were separated, by school, the three of you lived together, in a little apartment that was equal distance from both their place of educaiton - Separate rooms, of course - but both boys yearned for that to change. Oikawa had been working on himself to try to get your attention - using other girls to get you jealous, making his education a priority to get your admiration, even going to Physical Therapy every week so you could see he was working to get better. Iwaizumi… well, he wasn’t doing much different. He went to the gym a bit more, maybe, but most days you could find him either at Volleyball practice or doing his studies. And even those activities weren’t really to get your attention; Iwaizumi had just assumed immediately that he wouldn’t ever win against Oikawa.

Somehow, you didn’t notice their efforts. Didn’t notice Iwaizumi’s pining. Didn’t pay attention to Oikawa’s drive for self improvement. You were too focused on your self betterment. Too focused on what you were doing with your life. You’d known from your early teen years, after a bad breakup, that you couldn’t depend on boys or men for really anything - if you wanted something, you had to work your ass off to get it. At least then, it’d feel like you deserved it.

Maybe that’s why Oikawa was working himself half to death. To feel like he deserved to be with you. Maybe that’s why Iwaizumi wasn’t working himself at all. Knowing he didn’t deserve you in the least.

Every night, Iwaizumi would get home late. And every night, he’d see you hanging out with Oikawa on the couch. Watching any kind of movie - even movies he knew Oikawa didn’t like; but, of course, he would if you did. Every night, Iwaizumi would go to bed feeling like he didn’t belong in that apartment. Not if you two were being polite around him, not making any advances to respect his personal boundaries.

Oikawa, on the other hand, would come home from his Doctor appointments, his unsuccessful dates, his study sessions with tutors from university, to see you and Iwaizumi deep in conversation. Talking about school, about tv shows, about how you wanted to decorate the apartment or even move the three of you to a nice little house down the road…. It seemed, at least from Oikawa’s perspective, that you two had so much more in common than you and he did.

Which of course was all objective. You liked them both. You thought the world of both of them. Iwaizumi was your knight in shining armor but Oikawa was your tragic king. You were their princess, though it was a blame of their own thinking you would ever need their saving. You could handle yourself just fine.

Never would you ever admit it… but you’d never be able to choose between the two of them. Your heart ached to even think of that decision being forced upon you. You loved Iwaizumi’s bravery, his dedication to his passions… You loved Oikawa’s duality with his humility, his determination to grow into a better version of himself. They were both admirable young men, both loving in their own ways, total catches - and you prided yourself in the looks of jealousy you received when walking with them in town.

You loved them. Both of them. You’d known in high school you’d loved them. And now? Now you suffered every moment of your day, hoping neither of them would see… Praying, and fearing, for the day they grew bored of you… Just so you wouldn’t have to choose.

Then one day, while you were cleaning the apartment, you realized….

Did you have to choose?

Sure, it was weird to suddenly be open to a poly relationship when you’d been single for the better part of your life… But so what? If you loved them… Why don’t you tell them? Why don’t you show them?

Of course, there was the fear… of possessiveness being a streak in them… Or of either of them not being open to the idea of the other dating you… perhaps even hostility at the idea of dating each other…

As quickly as you’d been determined to tell them, it vanished with the cons of coming clean just piling up. You tossed yourself onto the couch, pulling your legs to your chest and burying your face in your knees. What in the world would you do? You couldn’t go on like this, pining for them, secretly wishing they’d notice your feelings and handle it on their own. You were confident in your life, but not… Not when it came to your friends and your feelings - the two were very heavy subjects on your heart, and constantly taxed your mind into exhaustion.

“You deserve her, you know…”

It was just the two of them, Oikawa and Iwaizumi, parked in a fast food parking lot, enjoying their meal together as best friends with different lives. It was so rare to hang out with the other, it was a bittersweet feeling whenever one looked at the other; Each thinking if they were happy with you, and what they wouldn’t give to have a piece of that heaven.

Iwaizumi blinked rapidly, his nose scrunching as he tried to connect how Oikawa had spewed that from their previous conversation of how the restaurants fries had failed in quality recently. His dark green eyes glanced at his best friend from the corner, clearly showing his confusion on the change of topics, and while Oikawa wasn’t looking at him, his fingers picking through his burger for the pickles he did not like, he could feel Iwaizumi’s eyes on him. They were burning in their curiosity, he could feel the warmth on his cheeks.

“How-“

“Oh, come on now, Iwa-chan.. We both know she’s a great person, sweet and gentle, funny and considerate…” Oikawa’s brown met Iwaizumi’s green, the intensity in them making the latter feel a rush of chills down his spine. That wasn’t a new sensation, either, he’d been feeling more chills and shivers around Oikawa recently. Not that he knew what it meant, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Just ask her out already… You always overthink everything.”

Iwaizumi’s lips turned down at the corners, and Oikawa felt a slight pang in his chest - he didn’t like seeing Iwaizumi upset, even if it was more of an introspective frown than a self depreciating one. “You want me… to ask out… your girlfriend?” He was doubtful, why would Oikawa want something like tha-

He didn’t have a chance to finish his thought before Oikawa was blushing and laughing quietly behind his pulled up hands, his eyes closed as he took joy in Iwaizumi’s confusion. “She’s-“ More quiet laughter, though the tips of his ears were on fire at the thought of Iwaizumi’s belief. “She’s not my-“

“She’s not?” Oikawa shook his head with an amused smile, only being broken by the quiet chuckles that’d escape. “But you both are always with each other… I would have thought…” Again, Oikawa shook his head, but his smile didn’t reach his smiling eyes… It barely even registered as a smile now.

“Oh, no no… I mean… She’s… She’s everything I’d want in someone to love…” Realizing his leaving out his obvious feelings, he ducked his head to have his hair slightly cover his eyes, “But… I guess I could say that about you, too, Iwa-chan…” He didn’t look up - his heart hammering in his chest. Did he really just say that? Why did the air feel so thin? So heated? He stared with wide eyes at his knees against the glove compartment of the passenger side; He’d just confessed… sort of.

“M-me?” Iwaizumi turned his body slightly so he could see Oikawa a bit clearer, seeing the red on his friends cheeks in the dim light being provided by the restaurant they currently sat in front of. “Shi-“ He stopped himself from finishing the horrible nickname he’d given Oikawa in high school, thinking better of the situation and what it needed. What it could possibly mean. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks heat as he called his friends name, “Tooru…”

Oikawa’s brown eyes widened before he looked at Iwaizumi, feeling his heart constrict in his chest - no mean name. No teasing. Just actual confusion and understanding is all he could find in the search of his friends expression. “I-I….” He stumbled over trying to come up with something to say, “I… I just meant that… You… Hajime…” His cheeks flushed a bit hotter as he uttered his best friends name, his real name. “I think… I think I have feelings for you…. And for _______….”

Silence fell between the two, both feeling lost in this admission. Not sure what to make of what was going on. Did Iwaizumi feel the same? Was Oikawa just confusing his best friendship with a possible romantic feeling for you? How did you even feel about them?

Now wasn’t the time for that, though. You were at home. Alone. And here the two friends sat. Staring into nothing as they simmered in their thoughts - Oikawa going over his admission and feeling as if he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life - Iwaizumi searching his heart and his gut for any kind of response to give back to his friend without it being any sort of… false to how he truly felt.

Because he did have feelings for you, too…. And for Oikawa. He’d always had feelings for his best friend, he realized. That’s why he was so upset whenever his fanbase would show up, whenever Oikawa would hide behind countless masks to push anyone from his hurt, whenever Oikawa pushed himself beyond exhaustion just to prove himself strong… He loved Oikawa. He really did. At first he’d thought it was because they were friends, close friends, best friends, almost brotherly….

But now he realized…. He’d been pining since he could remember. For both you and Oikawa.

The silence must have taken too long, since Oikawa seemed to curl in on himself, his shoulders pushing forward so he could tuck his chin down between them. “Just… Uh…” He quietly laughed, glancing at Iwaizumi from the corner of his eye, feeling shame eating at his very core for admitting something he knew would never work out. “Just forget I said anything, okay?” He coughed awkwardly, sending an equally awkward smile at Iwaizumi, “Iwa-chan, let’s just go home and watch a movie with ______-chan…. I’m sure she’s worried about where we got off to… Iwa-chan?”

He’d moved closer, leaning over the armrest between them, closing in on Oikawa’s personal space, his dark green eyes staring intensely at his best friends face. He could see the confusion, the synapses rushing to connect the dots as to why he was getting so close without any previous indication. Had he really upset him? But as soon as the worry had started eating at Oikawa’s heart…. It disappeared.

Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed his lips against Oikawa’s, his eyes closed as he allowed himself to take this chance. To be vulnerable around one of the only people he completely trusted. Oikawa felt an electric shock rush through his system, and just as Iwaizumi was about to pull away and apologize for misunderstanding the situation, Oikawa’s hand reached up to cup Iwaizumi’s cheek and keep his lips against his.

The kiss was sweet, and soft, and warm… Iwaizumi felt alive with Oikawa’s touch on his skin, with his kiss against his lips… Oikawa felt at home with the familiarity that was his best friend turned…. well, lover, he assumed. Boyfriend at the very most.

As quick as it happened, it was over, and Iwaizumi was leaning back into his seat with a dazed smile. Oikawa’s heart pitter pattered in his chest, making him feel lightheaded as his fingers touched his lips; a smile quickly stretching them across his face.

“Iwa-chan~!” There he was. Iwaizumi smiled in almost relief as Oikawa tossed his arms around Iwaizumi’s neck and hugged him as best he could in the car. “I didn’t think our first kiss would be in your car, but you know I’m a glutton for second tries!”

Dark green gave Oikawa a curious, confused look, though the latter did not notice as he was too busy nuzzling Iwaizumi’s shoulder in pure happiness. “Second tries?”

Oikawa rested his chin on Iwaizumi’s shoulder, smiling up at him blissfully, “Well, of course, Iwa-chan… Don’t forget, we’ve still gotta tell ______-chan how we feel about her!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as he leaned back, though Oikawa only was pulled in the movement, “Oh, no no! I don’t think I’m ready-“

“Oh, relax, Iwa-chan! It’s ________… She’s not going to do anything to you…. Well, unless she feels the same….” Oikawa smirked, his confidence through the roof with the uncovering of Iwaizumi’s feelings for him as well. He felt content, happy - though the possibility of you also feeling the same for them was exciting, he knew it was a slim chance… It did sting, already, just a bit… But he had Iwaizumi…. And that was definitely not something to be upset about. “Come on, let’s get home.”

With a sigh, filled with anxiety and doubt, Iwaizumi started his car and started down the familiar road home - not before giving Oikawa a look that clearly stated ‘put on your damn seatbelt’.

“___________-chaaaaaaaaan~! We’re HOOOOOMMMMEEEE!”

“Shhhh, she might be asleep, dick.”

“Iwa-chan! That’s so mean! I thought we made some progress back there.”

You could hear the pout on Oikawa’s face as you set down your pencil. You’d been writing down in your journal. Not a diary, which you’d been very adamant about whenever one of them found it lying around. 

You’d been writing about your feelings, making a pro and con list of the situation of you telling them how you felt about both of them. Making a list of groceries you needed when the three of you went out again. A list of things to get them for their birthdays or Christmas. Really, you were just writing whatever came to mind. Your journal was a mess of letters.

A light knock on your door had you leaning back in your desk chair, crossing your arms as it was slowly opened when you didn’t deny their access. “_______… Can.. Can we talk to you?”

“Oh! Iwa-chan, she’s writing in her diary. This can wait…”

“It’s not a diary, Tooru!” You were quick to defend, sending him a dirty look, to which he only stuck out his tongue playfully. It was a button of yours he loved to push. You pushed away his tease, knowing it was bait for an argument, instead focusing on what Iwaizumi had asked. “Talk? Uh… Yeah, sure… Uhm.. In here? Or..?”

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “Uh… Well…” He looked at Oikawa, feeling lost in what was needed or expected in situations like this. Iwaizumi was a man of action. Not words. Oikawa was a man of whining. Not words. Neither of them would win if they took the lead of this one.

But something had to be done.

“Screw it.” Iwaizumi muttered before practically stomping into your room, stopping just before where you sat in your desk chair and leaning down.

His lips were on you faster than you could realize what was going on. You stared at his tightly closed eyes, feeling his lips slowly moving against yours; His kiss was so much warmer than you’d ever imagined or dreamt of.

The surprise wore off, and you quickly pulled from the kiss, wide eyes staring up at one of your best friends, “I…” You were at a loss for words, “Wha-“

Now you felt hands cup your cheeks, turning your head slightly to the right before much softer lips pressed against yours. This kiss was slightly cooler than the one before, though there was much more cushion to these lips - they were well taken care of. You stared ahead as the closed eyes opened; Sweet brown.

Oikawa pulled away with a satisfied smile, patting Iwaizumi on the back with a little more enthusiasm than the latter was expecting, “I’ll get you back later, Hajime, for stealing her first kiss….” He pouted, but seemed to vibrate with excitement when Iwaizumi only leaned down and kissed it away.

Confusion now filled your heart, your head, your body, hell even your stomach was confused on what was going on. “I….Wh…. Jus….” You reached up and rubbed your forehead, closing your eyes, “What the fuck?”

A quiet chuckle from Oikawa before Iwaizumi elbowed him in the ribs, “______, I’ve had feelings for you since I could remember when we were growing up….”

Oikawa nodded, “When we met as infants, I knew you were the one.”

Iwaizumi gave Oikawa a look as if he’d just eaten a sour candy, “Wha-“ He instead shook his head, disregarding the ridiculousness of that statement, knowing you deserved an explanation. “But.. I realized…. I also had feelings for Oikawa… Probably for the same amount of time.”

“Probably?” Oikawa held his hand to his heart in faux insult, “Rude.”

You stared up at the two of them, seeing their friendship had bloomed into something more. Something… They seemed to want you to be involved in, as well. “So….”

“Soooooo,” Oikawa drawled with a wide smile, leaning down and kissing your ear, “We’re saying we’d like to have you join us…”

Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa back out of your space by the back of his shirt, “Don’t be fucking weird, Tooru.” He rolled his eyes, this time not kissing away the pout, “We’re saying… We both like you… a lot… but we also like each other…. A lot….” He cleared his throat, feeling heat pool in his cheeks, heating the tips of his ears and the base of his neck, “Uh… So…. We wanted to know… How you felt… about us….”

“Both of us!”

This could not possibly be real, could it? Hadn’t you just been thinking about how unfair and improbable it was this exact scenario could happen? Hadn’t you just cried your evening away at feeling hopeless about both of them? You stared at them, dumbfounded, feeling a bit lost in the coincidence of this entire day happening to you. How lucky could you possibly be after today? Had it all been used for this one opportunity to be presented to you?

Nerves pulled Iwaizumi’s heart into his stomach, Oikawa could feel his fingertips and toes numbing with his own nerves getting the better of him. Two different reactions, two different young men, waiting for the same answer they hoped would be uttered.

You deserved to be happy, too. They were obviously floating on cloud nine from their realizations, their admissions and confessions. They were happy…. And you wanted to be happy, too!

Oikawa yelped as you stood up suddenly, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, feeling the heat of his cheeks at the realization of what you were doing. Pride swelled in your chest as you pulled away, seeing how dazed and blissful his expression was before you reached over, grabbed Iwaizumi by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for an equally passionate kiss. He was quicker to respond, his hands pulling you close to rest against his chest, his mouth moving with yours.

Colorful flashing fireworks paired with beautiful twinkling stars.

i'm on my laptop so no emojis :( but imagine having car sex with your fuck buddy kyo. you two are coming back from eating out and you don't feel like going back to your room so he pulls into an empty car park and brings you to the back seat so that he can pound into you until you're screaming. he also gives the best grunts and kisses when he's orgasming.

and as he rearranges your guts, your ex boyfriend calls you, something that bastard‘s been doing a little too often for kyoutani‘s personal liking because even though the two of you had agreed on casual fucking, he of course had developed feelings for you. how could he not when you were his personal embodiment of perfection. he knows you‘re also into him but refuse to admit it to yourself because you‘re still scared that things will turn out the way they did with your ex and kyoutani is determined to prove you wrong.

so he makes you pick up the call, his thick cock balls deep buried inside of your spasming cunt and his soft little grunts in your ear. by the time you‘re talking again, he picks up the pacw of his hips, his thrusts growing harder and even deeper, the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot every single time and no matter how much you wordlessly beg him to give you permission, he firmly presses your phone to your ear.

he makes you cum, his name the only thing to leave your bit swollen lips, your ex more than just confused as to what the fuck is happening before kyoutani takes your phone and ends the call with the words "she‘s mine now, loser" and you don‘t deny it because you‘ve been his for a long time.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

90s heartthrob tingz ✨

i’m SCREAMING

these are so cute, like what the hell! 🥺🥰😊

video games.

[double pairing]

pairing [1]: nishinoya yuu x female!reader

pairing [2]: sugawara koushi x female!reader

request: @millicent231-watt​ Could I request something for Suga and Noya? The boy in question is sitting in a chair, like at a computer or something, and the gf walks in all cute and sleepy before walking over and straddles their lap. Nothing sexual, just so she can rest her head on his shoulder and hug him. Its up to you if it turns sexual at all ;)

warning: kissing oooooo, swearing, lowkey nsfw (but not really), it’s suggestive that’s all i’ll say. 

a/n: as much as i would like to write full smut, i highly doubt i would pull it off, i mean have you met me. i may have the grossest mind but the most intimate thing i’ve done is shake someone’s hand.

also this turned kinda domestic and i’m not mad about it

i found a gif of them together and i’m crying. 

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oh my god i’m in love with this absolute bean! the phrases were so smoothly incorporated & i loved every single bit! sero really needs some more love 🥰

heaven’s in the backseat of my cadillac ⟶ thank you for 4.5k!

It was embarassing enough that you got catfished on your first date in years. It was even more embarassing that the same Uber driver who dropped you off was the one that picked you up only a few minutes later. At least he was nice enough to buy you ice cream.

pairing ⟶ sero hanta/ gn! reader

word count ⟶ 4.1k+ words

warnings ⟶ creepy old men, lightning mcqueen crocs, awkward situations, suggestive commentary

a/n ⟶ i did it. 23 phrases that were either chaotic, cute, or both. if ur confused, for my 4k follower event i asked some of my followers to send me phrases i HAD to use in this fic. and some of the phrases y’all gave me were NOT intended for what they were supposed to be used for 💀 bolded words are the phrases. also i actually did put all of your character suggestions in a random wheel generator and i got,,, sero 😐 but literally no one is suprised. this was actually based off a tiktok by @/amrcgrldoll btw hope she never finds this

⟶ playlist; sober by childish gambino, plus by peach tree rascals, skin by dijon, cadillac by miguel

Truthfully, you weren’t really the type of person to do Tinder dates. In fact, you were pretty sure the whole thing was a scam. But you were bored, had the Saturday free, and was desperately craving any type of human affection away that didn’t involve your insane roommates.

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The Council Groupchat

mina ✰

thinking about how this is the first time I’M home alone and y/n’s on a date… am i getting uglier?? be honest guys was dying my hair pink not the move??

jirou ♫

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOLD THEM TO CATCH A DICK

uraraka ☁️

anna oop-

momo ✿

And I oop

mina ✰

heart been broke so many times 🤕 & g t ; : 3

you ♡

i hate you all

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Sighing, you frowned at yourself in your phone camera, fixing your hair with what little light someone could access in the back of an Uber. Sure, you haven’t been on a proper date in years, and half of your friends were engaged or even married, but it wasn’t like you were lonely. You were lucky to be surrounded by wonderful people. It was just…

Bored. You were just bored, and that was all.

“You can turn on the light, you know,” your Uber driver chuckled as he saw you struggling in the dark. Embarrassed, you mumbled a small thanks before turning on the back light.

What a nice guy, you think, as you ponder back to his profile.

Sero Hanta. Four and a half stars, didn’t try to make awkward conversation, had a phone charger, and a solid music taste. You were pretty much sold at the no conversation review, everything else was a lovely bonus.

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she’s a smug little babie. i love her already 🥺

Shinju’s Arrival

I’ve had a few people curious about Shinju going to UA. So, here we go~

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i make memes sometimes

please don’t come for me if this has been done before it’s like 1 am i’m tired :(

THIS IS THE CUTEST CLOWNERY- 🤡🥺

“Cover me in badges of your love.” where reader is the innocent angel of the class and some students of class 1A overhears kaminari say it and rush in only to see reader covering him in heart stickers all like ???? at their intrusion 😭😭

a/n: this is so so so adorable i love this zappy zappy boy with my whole ass heart 😭 I also changed it from stickers to temporary tattoos so i hope that’s fine mik LOL also this is more platonic but i guess if you squint it could be romantic this is also my first full fic for bnha ahahaha im ⁿᵉʳᵛᵒᵘˢ

paring: kaminari x reader 

badges of your love

Empty. The usually bustling common room of your dorm hall was empty as you walked down the stairs to bid your friends a good morning. Clutching your pad of temporary tattoos to your chest, you looked around hoping to find someone. Where did they all go? you wondered, a puzzled look on your face.

“They all went out to grab snacks and stuff for our movie marathon tonight. I told them I’d stay here to let you know when you finally woke up,” a voice spoke up, causing you to jump and turn around to see who it was. Standing before you in a white t-shirt and black sweats was class 1a’s resident flirt, Denki Kaminari.

“They didn’t want to wait so we could all go together?” He looked at you with a stare that seemed to scream are you crazy?!??!

“Uhhh y/n it’s two in the afternoon… We tried waiting for you but you never came down so they decided to head out but Midoriya said he’d grab some of the snacks you like.”

“Oh oopsie?” you squeaked out, heat rising to your cheeks, feeling embarrassed that your terrible sleep schedule caused everyone to wait for you.  

“Sooooo what do you have in your hands there?” he questioned, eying the pad of tattoos you had in your hands.

“They’re temporary tattoos! I found them last night when I was cleaning my room and wanted to put some on you guys today!” you exclaimed, moving closer to the blonde boy to show him the tattoo designs.

“These are all heart designs y/n. I don’t think some of our friends want these on them,” he laughed, peering over your shoulder as you flipped through the pad.

“Yeah I know but I was hoping I could convince some of them by choosing the smaller ones and putting it somewhere not that noticeable.” Kaminari let out a small laugh at your plan to put temporary hearts on your classmates, imagining Bakugou with a girly heart design somewhere on his body.  

“Hmmm mind putting some on me right now while we wait for them to come back?” You turned your head to the side to see Kaminari smiling back at you, waiting for your response. You give him a small smile and nod your head quickly, telling the boy to go sit on the couch while you run into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors and a wet washcloth.

Clutching the scissors and the pad of tattoos in one hand and the damp washcloth in the other, you walk back into the common room to see Kaminari sitting crossed legged on the couch. You take a seat on the couch next to him, pulling your legs underneath you so that you can face him properly.

“Okay which one do you want?” you ask him, holding the pad of tattoos out to him.

“Surprise me y/n!” he exclaims as he flashes you a bright toothy smile. You smile back at him and start cutting out a heart that you think Kaminari would like.

As you’re delicately cutting out the design, Kaminari turns on the tv to play some music as background noise. Humming to the song quietly, you scoot a little closer to the boy to place the first tattoo on his right shoulder. The two of you sit there in silence as you softly dab the temporary tattoo with the washcloth to transfer it onto his skin.

“You know you have a lot of tattoos there, you might as well just cover me in as many as you want!” he states looking down at you, your hand holding the washcloth stops and hovers in midair at what he says.

“Are you sure? You wouldn’t mind people seeing you with hearts everywhere?” you give him a questioning look, head tilting slighting to the side.

“It’s the weekend! No one will see it besides our friends so it doesn’t matter to me!” You just smile at his statement, moving away from him to eagerly start cutting out more heart designs as he sits there and watches you in anticipation.

Time seems to pass by quickly as the two of you make conversation together while you cut out designs and place more and more temporary tattoos onto his delicate skin. As you start putting tattoos on his face, you lean closer to him as you sit on your knees.

“Cover me in badges of your love,” he teasingly says as you place a heart on his right cheek to match with the heart you placed on his left cheek moments before. As you’re about to open your mouth to reply to his cheeky comment, the front door bursts open. Both of your heads snap quickly towards the door to see your friends all standing there.

“Uhhh what’s going on in here?” Sero whistles, a smirk evident on his face, thinking he caught the two of you in a compromising position.

You give Kaminari a puzzled look then turn to your friends. “I’m covering Denki in temporary heart tattoos. Do you want some too?”

can i say how many times i’ve read this fic & JUST NOW I’M REALIZING I FORGOT TO REBLOG IT??? i’m big dumb 🙃🤡

but PLEASE read this. i love it so much. i’m really soft for yoongi in the first place, but this piece really said “sit your ass down & love him”

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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this series actually made me so soft that i cried. i’m literally making this face: 🥺

it was so well written that i fell in love with y/n too… what a cutie 😙💖🥰

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— summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 3.2k

— warnings: none

— a/n: a little something to thank you for everything

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

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it’s three parts in & i stan kiwi

AL 👏 REA 👏 DY

part three - judas bitch

~kiwi~

[idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader]

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a/n: here’s another chaotic update to lift your spirits this saturday evening ahaha hope you all are staying safe and healthy!! lmk what y’all thought and let’s chat!! thanks for reading!! x

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i-i-

i am nothing but shooketh at the pure power that this piece radiates. wonderful. fantastic. inspired.

*chef’s kiss*

Black Marauder (kth)

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: admiral!taehyung x pirate!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 15k

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: pirate au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, smut, a sprinkle of angst & fluff.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+, smut. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, ice play, bondage, degradation, nipple play, hand-job, oral (male receiving), squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, silk play(??), femdom, sub!taehyung.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: when it comes to getting what she wants, a true pirate seldom abides by the rules - and admiral kim taehyung is about to learn just how dirty you can play it.

or: you need taehyung to paint your portrait, and end up roping him in in more ways than one.

𝖆/𝖓: this is a stand-alone oneshot, but exists in the same universe as wintervale, which this story precedes. if you squint, you might be able to spot a slight crossover in characters. admittedly, this wasn’t meant to be nearly as long as it turned out (was aiming for one scene of steamy pirate sex and ended up with over 15k somehow?) but I really like it so I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. 

SERIES MASTERLIST: HERE

“You want me to what?”

The Admiral stands amidst the opulence of your quarters with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. As the flickering light from the overhead chandelier catches in the hollows of his cheekbones, you cannot help but give pause to admire him - it is not often you play host to such distinguished guests in your quarters, let alone a man so virile and handsome. He looks positively devilish in his crisp naval uniform, arms folded across a broad chest as he leans back against your dining table, and this fact alone is enough to make you want to ruin him. It would not be the first time a man of such high status had lost his dignity before you.

“I believe you heard me, Admiral,” you repeat, leaning back in your chair with your chin tilted upwards as you regard him. “And if you care for the wellbeing of your men - all of whom are currently tied up across my deck, if memory serves - then you will comply.”

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