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⟢ pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

⟢ genre: fluff

⟢ wc: < 1k

⟢ a/n: the movie revealed to me that he gets cranky when he’s tired :3

You almost drop the mug in your hands as the front door slams shut, practically shaking the walls of your apartment as the loud sound echoes throughout it. Surprised, your eyes widen and you slowly poke your head around the doorway to the kitchen, searching for the man you know to be responsible. You can hear snatches of grumbling whilst he potters around the genkan, huffing and puffing as he pads through your home, his footsteps growing closer to you. You bite back a grin, stepping out of the kitchen to seek out your grumpy husband.

“I’m home,” he calls out halfheartedly. You follow the sound of his voice to your bedroom, finding him tugging his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Welcome home,” you say lightly. He turns around and nods in response, grunting as he struggles to undo one of his buttons. You swallow a giggle at the frustrated expression he wears and step forwards, gently brushing his hands away to help him out. “How was work?”

“Don’t ask.” He stares down at your hands and frowns. “I can do that myself, I’m not a child.”

“I know.” You finish unbuttoning his shirt,the fabric parting slightly to give you a glimpse of his broad chest and the trail of hair that disappears under his trousers. Looking up at him, you smile, noting the shadows starting to form under his eyes and the irritated pinch between his brows. “Did something happen?”

“It was just one of those days,” he sighs “Everyone got on my nerves.”

“That’s rare for you.”

“I really didn’t want to be there today.”

“Well, you have been working really hard lately.” You undo his cuffs and let him shrug his shirt off while you take some clean pajamas out of his drawers. He fumbles with his belt as you toss them onto the bed, so you take over with that small task too. He pouts as you easily pull the leather out of the buckle and pop open the button and zip of his trousers. “You’ve also been sleeping late for the past couple of weeks.”

“So?”

“So,” you say as he finishes getting dressed. “You’re tired. Exhausted, even. And you get cranky when you’re tired.”

“I do not,” he scoffs, struggling to tie the drawstring of his sweatpants. You click your teeth and quickly knot it into a neat little bow. 

“Yes, you do.” Petulantly, he folds his arms over his chest, the short sleeves of his t-shirt tight around his flexed biceps. Kuroo pouts, every line on his face screaming annoyance as you raise your eyebrows knowingly at him. “Are you sure it was them being annoying or you?”

“How can you even say that? Of course it was them! ” His pout deepens when you look at him pointedly, even as you step forwards and wrap your arms around his middle.”Why are you so mean to me?”

“I’m not mean to you, baby. I’m just pointing out the obvious,” you coo, resting your chin on his chest as you tilt your head up to look at him. Reluctantly, he drapes his arms around you too, not so secretly soaking up your closeness.

“Kenma said the same thing to me at lunch. Said I should ‘go take a nap and stop bitching,’” he grumbles, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re both mean to me.”

Giggling, you pat his head sympathetically. “No we’re, we just know what you’re like. Actually, Kenma can be mean sometimes, but it’s all out of love.”

“You’re supposed to be making me feel better!” he whines.

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are. Y’know, like how I make you feel better when you don’t feel good?” he reminds you and you roll your eyes.

“I see, I see. Okay then - how should I make my grumpy widdle kitty feel better then, huh?” The sickly sweet baby voice you use makes him pull back and narrow his eyes in a glare at your pursed lips that hold in your laughter.

“I’m glad this is sooo funny to you.”

“It’s hilarious, actually,” you snicker.

“No it’s not.”

Scrunching your nose at him, you reach up and squish his cheeks between your thumb and fingers. “Yes it is, cutie.” Releasing his face from your clutches, you take his hand instead, tugging him in the direction of the bedroom door. “Now, come on. Dinner’s nearly ready and I have a grumpy husband to pamper.”

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fingering levi o(≧▽≦)o

he’s pale everywhere. a pallor complexion that jives up the expanse of every intimacy his thighs have to offer, served up with a plethora of moles dotted across porcelain skin and permanent bruises from ODM gear that seem to never fade. you always take your time like this, slow to feel his solid hips under your palms, to grab handfuls of him and squeeze.

levi hates your pace; he craves your hand on his dick rather than his stupid hips, and he voices these complaints every single time. “you know where i need you,” levi spits with acidity, shamelessly spreading those legs of his because levi is just that comfortable with you. all humility buckles under the relentless mass of his lusty haze. “stop fucking around.”

“can’t i just feel you?” it’s argued back in a steady, calculated tone that evidenced you held the upper hand in this dynamic. levi grimaces, head knocking back heavily into the pillow, narrowed eyes pinned to that shoddy, water-logged ceiling of the barracks.

“you always feel me.” levi’s hand brushes down his stomach, wavering over the hardened plates of abdominal muscles to wade through his neatly trimmed pubic bush. he teases himself even in moments of desire, avidly avoiding the leaking cock that’s slapped against his navel in favor of hooking a hand behind his thigh. you’re watching hungrily as the captain pulls his toned leg up and back, keenly showing off his tangible flexibility and baring his most sacred spots to you. “i don’t want to be felt. i want to be taken.”

his asshole is on display, pink and puckered and eager for intrusion. “jesus, levi,” you can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up.

“i took a bath for you,” levi deadpans with the seriousness one would expect in a business conference. “i’m clean. i’m ready.”

“so dirty, captain,” you tsk playfully.

levi clicks his tongue in response. “i’ve had a shit week, these brats…” the sentence breaks off into a rasp of a sigh, chock full of residual stress and annoyance. “these brats know exactly how to get under my skin.”

“imagine if those brats knew that their captain copes with the stress they induce by taking fingers up the ass.”

“i won’t imagine that,” the man scoffs, aiming a mean glare down towards where you reside at the foot of the bed. his back bows off the mattress, pouting and impatient. “are you gonna put ‘em in or not?”

you smile at his eagerness. “yes.”

“better do it quick then,” levi tilts his chin down, gesturing to his erection. “all this talk’s makin’ my dick limp.” a lie; levi could listen to the melody that was your voice all day and never be released from the clutches of his arousal. you could drone on for hours about the most mind-numbingly boring lectures and he would still be able to maintain his stiffness. levi enjoyed the way your warm cadence draped over each word, bathing them in thick pools of rich honey. even when you weren’t trying to be, you were innately seductive in levi’s eyes.

you decide to entertain his demands tonight; it’s been a long day, you’re just as eager to get this show on the road. so, you lean off the edge of his bed, and begin rummaging through the modest bedside table levi keeps near. it’s well organized and cleanly, and you’re able to locate the familiar bottle’s shape of the lubricant.

levi watches you with bated breath as you lather up a finger in slick oil; oil which was supposed to be used to polish up the spokes in the horse-drawn wagon wheels, however levi isn’t shy to slip an extra bottle into his inner seam pocket when you two’s supply has run thin. instead of handling rusty metal, this oil was put to arguably better use.

“fuck, don’t let it drip.” the oil has thinned out thanks to the heat of your hot-blooded flesh, and beads of the clear fluid roll down your forearm. “you’ll be the one scrubbing my sheets if you make a mess.”

“be nice.” you frown childishly, unamused by levi’s tough-guy act. “the sheets will have to get scrubbed regardless, you always get messy when i’ve got you like this.”

the sole of his foot presses to your chest. “get inside me y/n.” levi’s words come out breathy and desperate, his hips gyrating against air, toes curling into the fabric of your flimsy t-shirt. “please.” a rare instance in which levi utilized his manners—how could you not comply? he was spread and ready, loose from when he played with himself in the bathtub an hour prior to your arrival.

in turn, levi’s barely winced when your middle finger slides in to the first knuckle. he submits so easily when you’re finally inside his walls, pumping that single digit deep into his bottom. levi lets you take him—he always does—because between the sheets with you is the only time he lets himself hand over the reigns of his dominance. to have someone in control of his body, of his pleasure and pain; something levi never knew he craved so deeply until he met you.

“more,” he demands greedily, strumming his own fingers along his chest. those pectorals, solidified muscle covered in soft flesh; levi prods at his own nipple. you’re shifting his foot from your chest to rest on top of your shoulder, scooting closer along the bed to further yourself into his bubble of personal space. levi feels your lips meet his sweaty forehead, a weak distraction as you slide in a second finger.

“does that hurt, angel?” a sickeningly sweet pet name that levi despises—he is the last thing from an angel. angels don’t have blood on their hands. but here, with you, he lets himself pretend that he’s deserving of such a name just for a moment.

and although levi could make a snippy remark about how his nerve endings were shot to shit from years of battering and broken bones, that he’s practically lost the ability to feel pain anymore, he doesn’t. “don’t stop,” is all he utters, fingers wrenching into your hair, holding you above him so he can stare at your face while he grinds down against your hand.

“i asked you if it hurts.”

“it doesn’t fucking hurt,” levi bites out, his breath tea-ridden and hot as it hits your nose. “it… it doesn’t. give it to me harder, c’mon.”

you work your fingers quick and hard, earning a series of shallow pants from the captain below you. he shudders against your body, muttering out a string of incoherent obscenities because he’s never felt so fucking good before. “fuck me,” levi whispers sharply, his eyes screwing shut, creasing the skin at its corners. “fuck me.”

“my sweet boy,” you tell him, petting back his moist bangs, massaging his scalp as you seamlessly add the third and final finger to complete the trio. levi’s breath hitches in his throat, chest heaving up and down with his uneven breathing. you always knew just what to say and when to say it, your utterances of honeyed praises sincerely altering levi’s soul.

he’s close. you can feel it, he can feel it. “you’re gonna make me cum,” levi whines quietly, keeping his voice down as to not disturb the rest of the hall with his incessant moans. his taught stomach clenches, jaw slack, ears tinted a cool vermillion.

“am i?” you question cheekily.

he smacks your chest. “you’re a…” pant “… a fuckin’” pant “bastard.” but levi likes your shitfaced smugness. it turns him on when you play stupid like that. “jerk me off, too… gonna c—cum…”

your free hand doesn’t descend, instead coming up to cradle the fiery heat that was levi’s cheek. poor man was scalding to the touch. “no.”

“no?”

“i want you to cum from your ass tonight.”

it’s hard for levi to feel angry towards you when your hand was so-gently caressing his face like this; a stark contrast to the way your latter hand fucked him down below. levi grimaces, veins peeking out to throb along the side of his slender neck. “i really… fuckin’ h-hate… you…”

“no you don’t, levi.”

“y-yes, i… i do… shit..”

“cum on me,” you lean forward to breath against his ear, “give it to me.” and he does, the tension in his tummy snapping without restraint. levi flushes from his head to his toes, an unnatural sensation washing through the expanse of his skeletal system. he shivers, then groans, then squeaks as spurts of semen spill from his untouched cock, dirtying your shirt and his bare stomach altogether.

the aftershocks of levi’s orgasm leave him him writhing on the bed, yanking the roots of your hair with trembling fingers as he desperately tries to ground himself. “holy shit…”

you smile, uncaring that he was probably ripping out hair follicles. “yeah?” you swoop down to peck his parted lips. “feel good?”

“t-that was mean. i hate you,” he says again. he doesn’t mean it.

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literally in love with him

that’s it, that’s the post

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LEVI’s side profile:

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girl dinner

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atla au but nothing changes except sokka is taller and zuko is shorter

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Geto's way of appreciation

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Till this day, I am still down bad for him and Iruka.

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If anyone has any: Stranger Things, Succession, Cobra Kai, One Piece, Lisa Frankenstein, Jareth, Baldur’s Gate, Howl Pendragon, Ghostbusters, Percy Jackson, Kingdom Hearts, the Last of Us, Star Wars, Star Trek or Resident Evil or any other requests please send them in when you see this! 🐣🌸🌼

Also prepare to get booped!

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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

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Hey guys, could you please PLEASE PLEASE send in requests for the following fandoms / characters! If it’s just the fandom, that means any character!

But please do! I’m having a really sucky depressive episode at the moment triggered by sucky life stuff, and reading your ideas genuinely makes me smile :)

One Piece

The Last of Us

Frank Castle

Billy Butcher

Bill Denbrough

Six of Crows

Moon Knight

His Dark Materials

Resident Evil

The Walking Dead / The Walking Dead Games

Merlin

Succession

Ofmd

Marvel Stuff (Agent Carter, Bucky, Loki, Deadpool, Daredevil etc)

Spiderman

X-Men

Wonka

Ib

The Raven Cycle

Star Trek

The Umbrella Academy

Uncharted

I’m also always looking for new things to write for!

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