#kei over and over

[hahaifolded]

Aight something else that I want to see is:

Reader who has a crush on Ghost or Price. In my head, I'm thinking of a reader who works as admin for the 141, helping them with paperwork and such. Reader who gets along with the team but has a soft spot for Ghost/Price. They don't do anything outrageous but small things such as: getting drinks for the entire team and putting a small heart on Ghost's/Price's; asking Ghost/Price for help before anyone else; on occasion, stopped helping one of the other guys because Ghost/Price suddenly need their help.

Reader who is so caught up in their feelings that it isn't until one day, one of the sergeants ask why they put so much efforts towards someone who doesn't even like them like that that they realize that Ghost/Price really don't do anything to show that they might feel the same and just... accepts it. They stop doing all the extra stuff because why waste time and energy on a guy who doesn't feel the same. Reader has no resentment because that's life, people don't always end up liking you back.

But now Ghost/Price are caught off-guard because why isn't there a little heart on their drink anymore... why did you ask Kyle/Johnny if they needed help first... why are you still helping Kyle/Johnny despite asking for your help. Imagine how caught-off they are when Kyle/Johnny tells them that you got over your crush on them.

You had a crush on them?

@milkk--t wrote this awesome piece based on this

[kwadlayns]

Small crows' hang out 🐦‍⬛🧡

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Bonus: their hand poses match their 3rd Year Karasuno jerseys (Yachi is automatic #4, of course)

[aquuaryo]

"Earthshaker, stormbringer, father of horses. Hail Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God." 🌊

[scriblesandbits]

YOU KNOW S3RK3T TH3Y R34LLY L1K3 YOU AROUND H3R3

YOU SHOULD V1S1T SOM3T1M3, YOUD G3T 4 K1CK OUT OF 1T

4NYW4Y

S33 YOU 4ROUND, 1 GU3SS

[lunarcrown]

His ass was NOT listening (but he still did phenomenal!)

[parrish-the-thot]

Been having this ping pong around my head for awhile so—

Steve and Eddie who barely interact post vecna, but the kids want to throw a surprise party for Steve’s birthday and Robin’s busy helping them set up and Nancy can’t hang out all day with Steve that would be uncomfortable after the whole 6 kids conversations and-

So yeah Eddie needs to hang out with Steve all day which already puts Eddie on edge because yeah this guy with the wet eyes who carried Eddie out of literal hell deserves a nice surprise, but what are they supposed to DO all day until Henderson calls and lets him know it’s ok to head back to Steve’s? go to the arcade?? Play *shudders* a sport together

So a pizza, 3 beers, and 2 movies, and half a joint later, Eddie is running out of ways to keep Steve occupied and is kinda freaking out about it and Steve has sensed that anxious energy since he got there and assumes Eddie was trying to be nice to Steve on his birthday by having him over for pizza but clearly doesn’t actually want Steve around so actually he will just go now thanks for having me over and -oh? A tour of your room…ok?

Eddie is trying to find anything in his room to distract Steve but the more frantic and more over the top the more on edge and annoyed it makes Steve and when Steve tries to leave again Eddie just fucking wrestles Steve and in a act of desperation handcuffs Steve to his bed frame and for a minute Eddie is very proud of himself for finally finding a way to get Steve to stay before realizing what he just did

They both are just staring at each other tangled up in eddies bed in disbelief that Eddie just handcuffed him to the bed

[tsukk1]

how the mountain moves the moon

[ravmycupine]

In a better world, Stanley takes the journal... and lives? 😱😱 . . . Had this idea living in my head for a while now of a variant of the Better World AU where Stan gets a boat and DOES sail somewhere but its just to some small desolate port town that totally doesnt have secrets and anomalies living in it

Stan tries to restart his life but its just not the same. Whats he supposed to do with the money hes earned if its not to make it up to his twin?

Stuff happens, he rizzes up some God of the Sea sleeping in town (thats totally not Cthulu or anything) and in a fucked up way of trying to make Stan happy, wipes out all the memories that causes him to be sad (which was... Most of it?? All of it???)

and now Stans seemingly living the perfect life with a supportive community who gives him purpose and love and nothing is wrong with it at all And wow, some outsiders are visiting town and they're pretty cool af. That one with the six fingers is my new best bro now :D

If Ford gets to have all his cool sciencey shit and got to date the illuminati then who says Stan cant get to have his own 'better world' and have a codependent relationship with Cthulu?

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[moonchild-in-blue]

🍊 Oh, what was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear over my

ORANGE POUCH

that I made with my own two hands 🍊

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[slaps bag] this bad boy can fit SO much fruit!!!

Look at how neat that seam is! The rows! Wow!

[casscainmainly]

See the early Cass parental square was so good because they ALL paralleled and bounced off each other. Bruce and David both deeply love Cass but project onto her and make her out to be 'perfect'; Babs and Bruce both want what's best for Cass and despise what David did to her, but their ideas of 'what's best' differ widely; Babs and Shiva are both mother figures who prioritise Cass having choices, but Babs goes about it in an overtly loving (and meddling) way while Shiva is more distant emotionally and in the ways she helps; Bruce and Shiva both understand Cass the most, but the way Bruce helps (giving Cass a Bat symbol and a path) is in opposition to Shiva (giving Cass freedom/choice); David and Shiva are both Cass' biological parents, but David was terribly present while Shiva was absent; Babs and David both love Cass in ways that don't fully understand her, but Babs learns from her mistakes while David is unable to. Their relationships to Cass are connected because a lot of them deliberately differentiate themselves from one another (Babs and Bruce from David; David from Bruce; Shiva from Bruce and David; Babs and Bruce from each other). Any of these relationships in isolation misses the point to me, because none of them exist without the context of the others.

[the-meme-monarch]

I’ve only ever heard my brother say this but like “toriel hates asgore more in deltarune than in undertale”. like are you. serious. she’s politely distant to him in deltarune. she takes any opportunity to leave when he appears. we haven’t even seen her talk badly about him(not that kris should be around to hear that) but like she is Actively Mad at him and talks shit to him and At Him in undertale. she hit him with fire and called him a miserable creature. asgore killed people, Children, in undertale and is being frankly weirdly stalkerish in deltarune. i don’t think she shows Enough contempt for him personally. i love asgore btw but y’all gotta stop tearing down toriel

[technically-human]

Hiiii!!! I’m star and just wanted to say that You one of my most favorite artists ever fr!!! You should draw something like HEARTBREAKINGLY EMOTIONALLY DESTROYINGLY angsty with stobotnik teehee 🤭 ✨ I love when my favorite little gays suffer mwahahahha 😼💥

Retired

Does this count?

ko-fi

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Oh Kei! Honda Vamos, 1970. Honda's domination of the early kei-car market was somewhat punctured by their cab-over leisure vehicle that was based on the TN360 kei truck. Honda anticipated sales of 2000 units per month but the market didn't respond as hoped. The Vamos was discontinued and not replaced in 1973 after total sales of 2500 vehicles

[sugarwarachan]

driving you crazy

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader andy's notes: yall wanted a part 2 and here is probably the dirtiest thing i've written in a hot minute. here's part 1 if you're new. summary: being in the same phd program as tsukishima kei was already the worst, and that was before you and the snarky bastard were tasked to teach the same class together. after a late-night run-in at the library leaves you breathless, what will happen when you attend the same conference together? content warnings: SMUT, degradation, name kink, impact play, orgasm denial, brat reader, dom!tsukki word count: 2.5k art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ on x

Neither of you mention the library. 

In fact, two entire months pass by without a word uttered about the incident, and a part of you wonders if you imagined it all along.

The only difference is that Tsukishima is now disarmingly polite; curt in his civility, even, where before he would tease, annoy, and complain to you. Now you have no one in the program to really talk to at all.

Which makes attending this stupid fucking conference with him nightmarish beyond belief. 

You hate being forced to attend events just to network; neither of you are even presenting papers. It's so infuriating that all you can think to do is excuse yourself early for the evening and return to your room.

Because the other thing that sucks about attending this conference with him? 

You’re so horny you can barely think straight. 

An hour later, you're punching pillows in frustration and throwing your vibrator across the bed.

“Fucking seriously?!?” you shriek into the pillow, kicking your feet up and down like a toddler. You feel entitled to it, honestly; not even porn helped this time, and you’re laying in the dark, unable to cum, because of one fucking make-out session in the library.

Sighing, you swing out of bed and pad into the hallway. Cleaning a sex toy is a better use of your time than lamenting the loss of your orgasm.

The bathroom door creaks open. 

Tsukishima, clad in low-slung pajama bottoms and a thin cotton shirt, steps out.

“Oh. Y/n.” His gaze drops to the rose. 

And just - stays there. 

Mortification creeps up your neck. This is hell, you decide. No one could have designed a more appropriate way to torture you.

“Are you just gonna fucking stare at me?" You inject as much casual bravado as you can into your voice. "I masturbate. Big deal.”

“Did it work?”

“Excuse me?”

He takes a step forward. It’s so reminiscent of the library that you nearly fall into the same pattern of stepping away. This time, you stand your ground.

“Did you cum?”

Oh.

You weren’t expecting that.

Heat skitters over your skin. You look up at him,  the gold of his eyes overwhelmed by the black of his pupils.

“No.”

Tsukishima smiles. “Good.”

And then his mouth slants over yours.

You moan into the kiss, fingers tangling into his hair and scraping his scalp. He cups your cheek and trails a hand down your back to press you closer. 

“Go back to your room,” he says into your mouth before pulling away completely. “I’ll be there soon.”

You wobble back to your room on shaky legs and immediately sink onto the bed. 

You’re not quite sure what to make of the fact that it’s been weeks since he’s even talked to you like he used to, and now he’s kissing you like a man going off to war. 

The soft snick of the door jamb opening and closing sounds off like a bullet in the silence of your room. 

Tsukishima is always an overwhelming presence, but he takes up so much of the door frame that you can’t quite think of anything else. 

He’s so big, you think, a little stupidly, as if you’ve never noticed—and actively appreciated—how he fills out those stupid sweaters he’s always wearing. 

His eyes rake over your tank top in a way that makes your nipples tighten.

“Hi,” you say. 

“Hi yourself.”

You weren’t expecting him to move so fast, but he’s suddenly on top of you, kissing you with a burning mixture of finesse and care as his hips press you down. The hard outline of his cock bumps against your pussy, and fuck, you’re already wet, just from this. 

Why is it so good?

“I don’t know,” Tsukishima’s saying into your neck, and fuck, you hadn’t meant to say that part out loud. “You drive me fucking crazy, and yet you’re the only person I think about.”

He sucks at your pulse point and rolls his hips. You fist handfuls of his hair, tugging and scratching, anything to get him closer to you. He hisses between his teeth.

“You’re always so impatient, you know that?” He taps the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Let me take these off, y/n.”

He hooks your ankles over his shoulders and lifts up your hips, coaxing your shorts off.

He smirks. “Knew you’d be naked under these.” 

“Did the failed masturbation give it away?”

He yanks you up and settles you into his lap, clothed cock slotting in between your folds. You stifle your whimper just in time.

“Just let me make you feel good, for fuck’s sake.” He grinds you down onto him, and this time the whimper falls from your lips unguarded. “Why do you always have to be so goddamn stubborn?”

Your arms tighten around his neck, breath shuddering into the hollow of his throat. His hands tighten on your waist.

“I don’t know,” you admit.

He spreads your folds with his fingers.

“You don’t know?” Tsukishima lightly traces your clit. The word more is blurry in your head and before you know it, you’re saying it out loud, the ache in your pussy overwhelming, desperate to be filled.

“Please, Tsukki. Stop fucking teasing me.”

He laughs against your hair. “I’m the tease? Not the woman walking down the hallway in the tiniest pajamas I’ve ever seen holding a sex toy and telling me she hasn’t cum?”

The arm at your back tightens around your neck.

“If you don’t know why you’re being stubborn, then maybe you don’t deserve to cum, sweetheart.” He says the pet name all sickly-sweet, like he’s delivering bad news to an enemy. 

You wish it didn’t make your stomach swoop.

You wish it didn’t make you talk back against your better judgment, either.

You grip his shirt in your hands and pull his face close.

“I’m being stubborn because the last person I want to want is you, but here we are. Happy now?”

He grins. “Immensely.”

He pulls his shirt off his head and pushes you down in the same go, positioning himself in between your legs.

“Never thought I’d get you to admit that,” he says, biting the inside of your thigh. “Guess you get your reward after all.”

You’ve always noticed Tsukki’s fingers. Calloused and long, the number of times you thought they would curl into you just right bordered on the criminal. But nothing could have prepared you for how well his fingers actually spread you apart.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he breathes out, sinking two fingers into your core with ease. His other hand holds your hips down, the possessive splay over your lower belly shooting sparks of pleasure up your spine. “Anyone else ever get you like this?”

You grab his wrist, pressing your hips against the heel of his palm. “You really want to talk about my other sexual partners right now?” 

“If I’m better than them, then yes,” he says, fingers moving agonizingly slow. You glance down quickly enough to catch his self-satisfied smile. “I’m competitive.”

He rubs your g spot; you immediately clamp your thighs around his hand.

“Shouldn’t you be all the more desperate to get me off, then?”

The sigh that escapes him is total frustration. “This is what I mean about being stubborn, y/n.”

Before you have time to blink, he flips you over onto your stomach and pulls you flush against his hips.

He bends over you, mouth close to your ear. “How about we strike a little bargain, huh? You say my name, and I’ll make you cum.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

“Tsukishima—“

He grips your face and tilts your head back.

“Not that name, sweetheart.”

Oh the little fucker. 

“You wanna hear it so bad, make me say it.”

He lets out a low chuckle and drops your chin, palming the back of your head so you’re face-down in the mattress.

“Really?” he asks, fingers tracing along your slit. You’re embarrassingly wet, practically dripping down your thighs. His hand cracks across your ass. A moan rips through you; your hands scrabble at the sheets.

“You can never just obey, can you?”

He smacks you again, pain blossoming out from the impact and turning into pleasure.

“A simple direction, and you fight me on it. Do you get off on torturing me?”

“You know I do,” you breathe out. You wish you could see him, watch his eyes as he pulls you apart like this. All you can hear is his breathing, erratic and strained.

“Guess it’s only fair I repay the favor.”

Another slap to your ass. He’s not gentle with it, and the blinding crack of pain makes your chest go hollow. You feel dizzy, out of control.

You feel wonderful.

One more smack resounds in the air. Unbidden, you thrust your hips back at him, each slice of pain he inflicts making your pussy throb. 

“The sounds you’re making, baby. Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?”

I’m beginning to, you think. 

You reach for his hand, wanting his fingers back inside of you, anything to stop his teasing. He just slaps your hand away and pins it behind your back, leaning down to snatch up your other wrist. He cages your arms behind you and pulls you back up against his chest. 

One hand trails down your hip, a low laugh tickling your ear when your hips push forward. 

“Eager for it, are we?”

“Fuck you.”

“Always so antagonistic,” he says before kissing the side of your neck. He almost sounds fond. 

“Do you need me to beg?”

“I already told you what I want. You just insist on not giving it to me.” He nips your ear before traveling over the nape of your neck. A broad palm holds you in place.

He just holds you there, seconds ticking by. 

If you say his name, this might end. 

And if this ends, you have no fucking clue what you’ll do. 

Your body doesn’t care about your mental struggle. You try to shift your thighs together to relieve the ache; Tsukishima tuts. 

“You are the most stubborn, infuriating—”

“Please, Kei.”

Instantly, two of his fingers slide in, the stretch so full, so good, that you nearly buckle to the bed if not for his support. 

“Was that so hard?” he coos. 

A soft cry falls from your mouth while he strokes the inside of your pussy with his long fingers. 

“That's it, baby. Ride my fingers and keep making those pretty noises for me.”

Grinding your hips against the heel of his hand, he keeps curling his fingers just the way you like, the rhythm sure and slow. You’re panting, hips chasing his fingers every time he draws them back out. 

He bends you back down, pressing his chest to your back, hips flush with your ass. He’s straining against his pajama bottoms, dick jumping against you every single time you grind back on him. “God, you little fucking tease. Greedy pussy of yours needs more than just my fingers to cum this time, doesn’t she? Where’s your rose?”

“It’s in the nightstand drawer,” you manage. 

He fumbles for it in the dark and then hands you the vibrator. 

“Keep it on your clit while I take care of you.”

When you turn it on, you bury your face into the mattress to swallow the near pornographic whine that bursts from your mouth. Tsukishima’s fingers take up the slow, sure rhythm from before as the rose’s vibrations ratchet you higher and higher. 

“Push me down,” you say. He inhales sharply. One hand settles over your shoulder blades. “Push my hips down on the bed and make me take it.”

He makes a sound that is half growl, half frustrated grunt. He complies instantly, pressing you down and kicking your hips apart so your belly is flat against the bed, vibrator driving into your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

Your knees tremble, thighs shaking as the slow curl of your orgasm unfurls in your core. 

“There it is.” His voice is rough, possessive. You’ve never heard him sound like this. “Let me hear you, baby, tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

You’re not sure what he’s hearing apart from a garbled mixture of moaning and sobbing as you drool into the sheets. He fists your hair at the root and wraps it around his wrist, pulling your head back. 

He’s so rough with you it makes your head spin. 

His broad palm collars your throat. “Say my fucking name when you cum.” 

The growl in his voice, the grip on your neck; you’re cumming before you even have time to prepare.

“Kei kei kei kei,” you wail into the sheets, pleasure rocketing over your limbs. Your vision blacks out for a moment, heart pounding in your ears. 

You've never cum like that, not in your entire life.

Tsukishima kisses the back of your neck, softly sweeping the sweaty hair at the nape. The gesture is so unbearably intimate you nearly shy away from him, but the thought blinks bright in your brain: You don’t want a repeat of last time. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, and you just nod, too exhausted for much else. He pads into the bathroom. You roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling, plotting what to say. 

The bed dips when he returns. He hands you a washcloth, brow raised. 

“I would help, but you seem to be against that most of the time.”

You suppress your retort. He’s right; you only hate that he’s right. 

“Did you?” You trail off, gesturing limply toward his lap where his cock tents the front of his pajamas. 

Holy fuck, he’s big. 

Tsukishima just looks at you blankly. 

“What happened wasn’t transactional, y/n. I don’t need something in exchange.”

God, why are you always fucking up with him like this?

Your whole body wobbles as you sit up, tank top askew. You forgot you still had it on. 

“But if I wanted to?”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you’re blown back by what you see. 

Vulnerability. 

He smiles. “Then I might just be honored.”

You press your lips to his, feather-light. Somehow, the enormity of this situation feels too fragile in your hands, like one wrong move will crush the both of you. His arms tighten around you. He lifts you into his lap, hands pressing into your waist, your hips, the undersides of your breasts. 

He tastes vaguely of you. You imagine him licking the cum off his hands as he cleaned up in the bathroom and you groan against him.

“I want to make you feel good, too. Will you let me?”

aaaayyyyooooooo - perhaps some tsukki pov next? 😏 masterlist here. reblogs and comments always appreciated!! <3

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[artsymeeshee]

[kabukiaku]

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