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helloo have you read under the green light? can we have some top male reader x jin bcz he so finneeee

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬

pairing. jin (under the greenlight) x male reader

warnings. amab!top!reader, bottom!jin, lingerie, fingering, rimming, attempted feminization (using words like girl, doll, pussy, etc.)

a/n. I dropped this manhwa but yeah Jin is certainly something else. And this probably wasn't what you had in mind, but...

The lace looked ridiculous on him. The softness was so strange against his skin that he felt uncomfortable, like a million ants crawling all over him, scratching wherever they touched. He continued to move the piece, pulling it and moving it away, trying to reduce the uncomfortable feeling of tightness. Even though he didn't move, the back of the panties continued to sink between the cheeks of his ass. Too small, even though it was a size large.

Jin could barely look at his reflection in the mirror. A grown man wearing lingerie. And not just any lingerie, because as much as he wasn't thrilled about it, he still wouldn't wear just anything.

Chiffon, sheer and lace; baby blue and pastel pink.

It was something so delicate that it should be on a woman. The blue nightgown, almost translucent; the thin straps, trimmed with lace, seemed fragile on his broad shoulders, the elastic stretched beyond what they were supposed to support. The pink satin bow rested against his chest, a feminine detail in stark contrast to his masculine frame. The short, voluminous tulle skirt fell loosely around his hips, but not in the way it should have — it didn't flow gracefully, it didn't fit naturally. Instead, it rose at odd angles, as if trying to escape where it didn't belong. The hem brushed against the tops of his thighs, perhaps shorter than it should have been.

The ensemble would look stunning on a woman’s soft curves. Instead, the delicate, elegant stitching clashed with Jin’s broad chest, pointy hips, lean muscles, and a slender waist. No boobs to fill out the top and too much baggage on the bottom for the panties to sit comfortably on his balls.

But it was your birthday and Jin wanted to do something for you. Something beyond the birthday cake waiting for you in the fridge, the wrapped gift that had been strategically left in a place where you would find it. He thought he could do at least that. He remembered the casual comment you once made about how cute he would look in lingerie. Your strange tastes weren't exactly news.

"You had to be a damn pervert, [name],” he mutters to himself, pulling the silk robe around his body to hide the view of the lingerie piece.

Jin steps away from the mirror, bare feet, fingers drumming on his arm as he walks into the living room, awaiting your arrival. He's not anxious, certainly not. He's waiting for you, patiently.

He dodges your arms and kiss attempts as soon as you step through the door, knowing that once you get your hands on him then his surprise will be ruined. He watches you eat the cake with a big, goofy smile and lets you feed him. And when you pull him to sit on your lap at the table, he goes, inducing your desires, for today.

"You really prepared everything for me, hm? Thank you Jin, it means a lot." Your warm breath blows the strands of hair on the back of his neck, your soft lips on his neck, at the collar of his robe. Jin licks the frosting from his lips, hyperaware of one of your hands on his thigh, stroking over the silk of his robe. "Are you going to let me thank you?"

"For what? It's your birthday, idiot. It's supposed to be a present."

"I know," you say, teeth grazing his earlobe. Jin squirms in your lap, thighs parting as your hand travels higher. "Still. You didn’t have to."

The sound of your breath catching in your throat is ridiculously loud in the kitchen as your fingers find the strip of fabric high up on one of his thighs—the lace band tight against the muscle, held in place by the tension of the elastics. "Uh-uh-" you stutter, and Jin wants to turn around in your lap just to see your expression.

Your body reacts quickly though, there's a growing tent pushing against Jin's ass as your fingers curiously touch the garter. Sliding underneath to feel the texture of his skin and pulling just to test the snapping sound as the elastic meets his skin again. Jin tries not to react to the burning sensation that can barely be called pain, but then you continue, testing the elasticity by pulling the garter belt tighter and tighter.

"Jesus, you're gonna snap that shit," he scolds you, though he can feel the burn from the contact go straight to his cock, which perks up in the tight space of the panties.

Eventually, you find your words, "Is this for me too?"

"What do you think?"

You bury your face against the back of his neck, hand gripping his thigh, covering the garter belt in your grip. You make a strangled, pained sound. "Is there more? Can I see?"

Jin gets up from your lap with a softness in his movements that makes the robe gravitate around him and beneath it, the panties dig into his hips. He stares at you, your eyes dark and hungry, hands restless at your sides, eager to touch. He can't keep the smile off his mouth as he pushes the cake away and leans over the table.

"Alright, birthday boy, unwrap your present."

Jin fears you'll stop breathing at any moment with how you sound behind his back. Permission given may, you do not hesitate. Your hands immediately find the backs of his thighs, moving up the smooth skin, past the garter belt and pushing the hem of his robe up.

You gasp audibly when the lace outlining his ass appears. "Fuck." Your fingers dig in, squeezing his thighs with a force that is sure to leave fingerprints behind. You reach for his ass, touching it reverently, feeling how the lace falls against his soft cheeks. "So pretty, Jin. You look so hot like this. I can't believe you did this for me, do you know how much I've dreamed about this?"

One of your hands remains on his ass, massaging, caressing, the other goes down between his legs and reaches where his tight balls almost escape the panties.

"You're already hard for me. Does that do it for you too?" You tease, squeezing his balls. Heat shoots up Jin's spine and he groans. "What was it like going to a lingerie store to pick out something for yourself? Tell me, I want to hear it. Did you want to look pretty for me? Wearing something sexy, waiting for me at home with cake and wine, like a good wife should."

A... what? Jin blinks at the pleasure of your hand pushing further between his legs, palming his hard cock. His mind starts to swim, it becomes hard to think with you touching him. He was already so hard for you, dripping into his new panties, throbbing with desperation.

"You're making a mess of your new panties, what a dirty girl you are, darling," you seem lost in your mumble as you continue to talk nonstop, fingers tightening around his girth, feeling his weight and the heat radiating through the fabric.

Jin pushes his ass back, arching his spine deeper. He wanted to be touched more, wanted you to get rid of those clothes and just fuck him until he couldn't stand up.

"Wait. Wait. Let me take this from you." Jin takes a resigned breath and swallows back the whimper when your touch is gone. You take off his robe and throw it over one of the chairs, now the entire piece of lingerie is exposed to your eyes — and Jin feels your attention burn.

"Jin, Jin, fuck, I- you-" A beat, then your hands are on him again, all over the place — squeezing his thighs, tracing his hips, kneading his chest, pulling and feeling the texture of each part of the lingerie. "You're gonna kill one of these days, you look like my filthiest dream right now: ass in the air, all dolled up for me, is that mascara I saw in your eyes earlier?"

You don't expect any response and none comes. Jin certainly wouldn't admit to the accusation of wearing a bit of makeup to you.

Jin doesn't see you fall to your knees on the kitchen floor, but he feels your breath on his thighs. Your warm hands squeeze his ass, always obsessed with his ass. Then you're pulling his expensive panties to the side, and bending over. Looking closely at his hole, pink and glistening with lube, already smooth and stretched. Your breath hits the sensitive space and Jin hisses. You’re sniffing it and Jin almost blushes.

"Strawberry?" You ask. One finger holding his panties away, Jin doesn’t have time to prepare for the pure pleasure that is when you lick a wet line over his hole.

Jin grabs the table and lifts his ass higher, searching for more. "No, it's not," you mutter to yourself, leaning in for another taste. You're fucking licking his hole, tasting him like he's a popsicle, trying to figure out what the lube tastes like. "What's that?"

Jin grunts as your tongue returns, hot and wet against his sensitive hole, licking and sucking with a gentleness that makes his legs tremble. No matter how good it feels, this provocation could kill him.

"It's watermelon," Jin corrects you, hair messy in front of his eyes, breathing already slowing.

"Oh yes," you agree, thumb pressing against his pulsing hole, tongue licking one last time over the sensitive rim before pulling away. "It’s definitely watermelon."

Jin gasps, elbows on the table that sways under his strength. You stand, and he hears the sound of your zipper coming undone, almost drowned out by his groan as your thumb sinks inside.

"I can't believe you got ready for me. You took your sweet time stretching out on your fingers with your watermelon lube, rubbed moisturizer on your body and then put this on for me." Your mouth runs wild again, finger going in and out of him slowly, to let him feel the fullness and then the emptiness. "I can't wait to fuck you, I'm going to make you cum in your panties and then fill you with my cum — would you like that? Do you want to get your panties dirty while I fuck your pussy, doll?"

Your dirty talk sequence is interrupted by the sharp pain that shoots through your body and straight to your lungs as Jin's elbow connects with your ribs. You lean over him, your body warm against his back as you gasp for air. Jin feels your bare cock push between his ass cheeks.

"Don't push kid," Jin says through gritted teeth, his face burning. "Catch your breath, think before you speak, don't let that shit go to your head, and then go get the lube to fuck me."

You breathe deeply, one hand resting on the table next to Jin’s body and the other apparently pressed against your side. "Yes, baby. O-one minute."

If this was just another one of his your fetishes then it should be left for another celebratory date. Jin would only deal with one of your perverted tastes at a time.

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yui is such a pretty soul

canonically she daydreams a lot, she doodles on her notes, she can see/talk to dead people, she journals (i think), she likes to walk among the roses, she sleeps in satin nightgowns, she only really cries when no one can see, she waits for others to finish what they’re saying even when they hate her, and when she loves she loves deeply

she is everything to me

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My House Mate Who Knows Nothing About DL Describes the Mukami’s And Tsukinamki’s & More As Sexy Food

RUKI: Look at this man. He’s dark and delicous like a 95% dark cocoa chocolate bar.

KOU: I like him. He’s like an all you can eat buffet. I want to try everything.

YUMA: He’s like that seventh shot of tequila that you know you shouldn’t have but are going to do anyway.

AZUSA: I don’t know–he doesn’t look very special. He’s like an eggplant. Only a very niche group of people like eggplant.

CARLA: I like his scarf. It makes him look like a puffed pastry–kinda flakey on the outside but you know he’s creamy on the inside.

SHIN: I’m going to relate him to decorative parsley. It doesn’t really have a purpose–it’s just there to look nice.

KINO: It looks like someone used salad tongs to style his hair. I’m literally so distracted by his hair that I can’t think of anything else.

YUI: Oh she’s so cute! She looks so vanilla. Like if you had a little sugar cookie and then put a scoop of vanilla icing on it and then topped it off with a vanilla bean.

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I love them sm sobbing

some doods, mostly Shiro because he is fun

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sanrio dividers by @anitalenia <3 @bunnysp1ce @zhenyiuu @liliesdiary @tiamathh @garfieldissocool @cinnamonghostcrunch @bunnychronicless

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★ HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH (KARASUNO EDITION)

୨ৎ featuring: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yuu nishinoya, ryunosuke tanaka, tobio kageyama, shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, keishin ukai

୨ৎ notes: first post!! rq are open guys send shit IN (omg haikyuu blog in 2024!!???). also yes i plan on writing crush headcanons for the other teams as well :>

also worth mentioning this is NOT timeskip and reader is implied to be around the same age as the characters (so highschool for most and adult for ukai)

i was gonna write for the girls as well but ive been writing this for the past 4 days and im tired 😭

★ DAICHI SAWAMURA ?!

He genuinely thinks acting like he's your dad or something is a good way of flirting. Sugawara teases him about it constantly. "Do you want to ask them out on a date or to sign adoption papers?"

And I don't mean it only in the cute way. He will scold you if you forget your jacket or something. But the words quickly catch in his throat when he gives you his and you put it on for the first time. Maybe you should keep forgetting yours, actually. For no reason. No reason at all.

Will bring extra food in case you're still hungry by the end of recess. Even makes mental notes about your favorites. This guy is a GENTLEMAN.

While he does reprimand you, it's nothing like he does to his team or his friends. In fact, he seems to calm down whenever you come into the picture. Nishinoya and Tanaka absolutely take advantage of it.

Suga might be the vice-captain, but the team treats you like the second in command. Doesn't matter if you're not part of the team or even a manager. You're now the second parent by correlation.

Speaking of which, Sugawara and Asahi absolutely play wingmen. Suga will come off a bit too strongly, talking about how Daichi is such a catch and you two would make such a cute couple, while Asahi sounds like he's doing a job interview in Daichi's name, listing all his positive qualities and whatnot. Their hearts are in the right place, at least.

He doesn't hesitate much before asking you out. He doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship, but he doesn't want to live with the regret of what could have been if he gave it a shot, either.

The sun was lazily setting in the horizon, painting the sky pleasant hues of orange and pink. It wasn't unusual for Daichi to walk you home — he insisted on it whenever he had the time, even he meant he would only get to his house past nightfall —, but he was weidly quiet. He smiled calmly when you questioned him on it, giving you a look and a sigh.

He came to a stop, standing in front of you. He took a deep breath before reaching into his bag, grabbing what looked like a note and holding it in both hands before stretching it towards you and bowing politely. His grasp was slightly shaky.

"I've been meaning to ask you this for a while..." He started, his voice soft, keeping his gaze on the ground. Maybe he was just being overly polite, or maybe he was a bit too scared to look you in the eyes. "You make me... incredibly happy, Y/N. I would like to do the same for you. If you'll let me, that is." He finally glanced up, looking at you through his eyelashes and his posture still low, his eyes filled equally with nervousness and hope. "I don't want to leave any doubts, so... I'll just go ahead and say it. Will you be mine?"

★ KOSHI SUGAWARA ?!

This guy is so whipped, it's not even funny. He doesn't even officially ask you out because he makes it so obvious he likes you. Like, c'mon, EVERYONE can tell he wants to marry you already.

The type to run up to you just to give you something he grabbed or bought because it made him think of you. Which happens very often, because he thinks of you all the time.

Very affectionate. Holds your hand whenever you two walk somewhere and hugs you as a greeting and as goodbye. Might even slip in a kiss on your cheek if he's feeling a little silly.

And god forbid some poor bastard mentions your name in a five mile radius of him. This motherfucker will take any chance he can get to yap about how amazing you are and how much he adores you and—

SO supportive. Genuinely, he thinks you're so talented in everything you do. If you have a specific thing you're passionate about, be ready for him to be bragging to everybody about it. More proud of your accomplishments than his own.

Straight up introduces you to people as his significant other after some time. What? He never asked to be your boyfriend? Well, it's not like you were gonna say no anyway, so...

"Y/N!" The cold winter air causes little wisps of smoke to form from his mouth as he runs over to you through the courtyard, an infectious smile on his face. He stops right in front of you, resting his hands on his knees for just a few seconds to catch his breath before holding out a bouquet in your direction. Roses, baby's breath, and cornflowers.

His smile grows even more when you grab it, a snicker escaping him at the slightly flushed look on your face. "So pretty, right? I saw it and thought of you, so obviously I had to get it." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Don't look at the price tag, I forgot to take it off." He adds.

He waves a hand dismissively at your 'thank you'. "Don't mention it. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something nice every now and then?" He mentions casually, and lets out a thoughtful hum when you mention that you two are, in fact, not officially dating.

"I guess I did never outright say it, huh? That's my mistake." For some reason, he doesn't sound bothered or reluctant at all. Instead, he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, no reason to waste even more time. Come on, let me take you on our first official date."

★ ASAHI AZUMANE ?!

He doesn't flirt, let's get that out of the way. His idea of hitting on you is looking at you from a distance while praying you have more balls than him and will take initiative.

If you don't really know each other much, he's scared you'll be put off by his appearance and size. If you do, he's scared you think he's too much of a coward and have no interest.

His insecurities play a huge role in his reluctance. He thinks you're so pretty, and smart, and talented, and he's... well, himself. It's almost difficult to tell if he likes you or not, because while he is polite whenever you interact, he acts that way with everyone (who takes the time to actually speak with him, that is), and he actually seems to avoid you whenever possible, too.

Gets desperate enough he asks everyone in the team for advice. Daichi just says to "Be yourself", to which Suga gives him a side eye with a "Yeah, I don't think that'll work" comment, and the two start arguing rather than actually helping the poor guy out.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are... less than helpful, as you might imagine. Kageyama and Hinata don't know the first thing about dating, and he wasn't about to ask Tsukishima, either. Surprisingly (or not), the good advice came from Yagamuchi and Kiyoko.

It basically summed up to the fact that he needs to make his move before someone else does. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to let you know he's serious about it. At the end of the day, they had a 5 steps plan written out.

He had everything set to go, even went as far as to memorize a script he practiced in front of the mirror a few times this morning. However, when he finally stood in front of you, the sun of the afternoon hitting your features just right, his mind went blank.

"Huh..." He was slightly hunched over, absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat, seemingly remembering he couldn't just stand there looking at you like a creep, and reached inside his bag to pull out a small, heart-shaped chocolate box. He took a deep, shaky breath.

"I-I, huh... I need to tell you something..." He starts nervously, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, filled with fear and sincerity. "I... I've liked you for a while now, and..." That is not the script he planned out. "You're always on my mind. W-when I'm with you, everything just feels right. I don't really know how to say this, I'm probably making a fool out of myself, but... I like you. A lot."

★ YUU NISHINOYA ?!

This fucking guy has no shame whatsoever. Quite literally asked you to go out with him before he even told you his name. I firmly believe he's a love-at-first-sight kind of dude.

Now, how things progress depends highly on your reaction. If you're a bit shy, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever, but he will take it down a notch to not make you uncomfortable. Will still flirt, don't get me wrong, but a bit more lowkey. If you just accept or — god forbid — flirt back, he shortcuts. A hot person?? Likes HIM??? WHAT.

Like, all of his previous bravado is out the window if you accept. He flirts with a few people, sure, but he never actually expects to go anywhere. It's just kind of a fact that he's going to get turned down. So when things actually go right he doesn't know what to do anymore.

It doesn't last too long, though. After he takes a few minutes for his mind to process what just happened, he's bouncing off the walls.

SO protective. We've seen it with Kiyoko. Anytime a guy looks at you for just a little too long he's growling and foaming at the mouth. Better keep him from biting anyone's ankles.

"Wow, you're SUPER pretty!" The boy stated enthusiastically, stars in his eyes as he stares at you intently, seemingly trying to commit every detail to memory. You've seen him around, usually near the gym, but it looks like this is the first time he has seen you.

He takes a step closer, determination written all over his face. "Will you go out with me?" He asks a bit loudly and suddenly. When your face flushes, he takes a small step back, chuckling. "Ah— I'm Yuu Nishinoya, by the way! Probably should've said that first."

He nods happily when you introduce yourself as well, his eagerness returning to the surface. "Well, you didn't really answer me, so I'll ask again — wanna go out with me?" He repeats, half cocky half sheepish. However, his entire face falls when you give a positive response.

His eyes are wide and he just stares at you, mouth slightly agape. When you question if he's feeling well, his ears flush red as he seems to have find his voice again. "A-ARE YOU SERIOUS!? You said yes!? Wha— am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, aren't I!?" Despite the disbelief in his voice, he's smiling — a huge, excited, thankful smile. He's not leaving your side anytime soon.

★ RYUNOSUKE TANAKA ?!

Since I already covered love at first sight with Noya and we've already seen how he's like with Kiyoko, I'm going down a different route: friends to lovers. Also because this specific trope with him makes me SICK /pos.

He's a friendly guy when you get to know him and past his badboy persona, so he has many friends I feel like. He initially treats you like he does the others, being his usual weird ass self we all know and love.

But one time he sees you laugh at one of his shenanigans and he just pauses. Oh. Oh. This is not good.

Have you always been so pretty? I mean, he already knew you were, but this is another level. Now you're like, angelic. Ethereal, even. What just happened.

Immediately runs to Noya because he doesn't know what to do or even think. He just sees you as a friend, right? A close friend. A hot, funny, amazing, kissable friend. Yeah, that doesn't sound right even to him when he says it outloud.

Doesn't take long for him to come to terms with it honestly and the entire team has to hold him back from proposing to you the next time he sees you.

He waits by the classroom's door, an uncharacteristically nervous look in his eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath when the bell rings and you stand from your desk, slinging your bag over your shoulder while making your way to the exit. "Y/N." He calls out to gain your attention, and his face immediately flushes when you look at him.

Your eyes are so beautiful it's unfair. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "Will you ma—" He pauses, looking at something right behind you. You look back to see Nishinoya half-hiding behind a wall, shaking his head 'No' quickly. Tanaka clears his throat and you look back at him. "... I-I mean, will you... Go out with me? Maybe? Please?"

He sounds almost pleading and a little unsure. He stutters an explanation when he notices your taken aback expression. "I know this came outta nowhere and I know we're like, best buds or whatever, but... God, I really wanna kiss you." His face goes bright red when he realizes what he just said and he starts rambling another flustered excuse. How cute.

★ TOBIO KAGEYAMA ?!

A little like Asahi, he just kind of stares at you from a distance and hope you get the hint. Totally unware of the fact he has a major resting bitch face and is looking at you so aggressively it looks like he's thinking about beating your ass after school or something.

Completely oblivious to the fact he likes you. He's never liked anyone before. His entire life has always been volleyball this and volleyball that — he doesn't know the first thing about crushes.

Surprisingly thoughtful, though. The type to get you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he goes to grab his milk box. He doesn't even think much about it, it's just so natural to him.

Also very perceptive. He comes off as an airhead most of the time, but when it comes to volleyball, he's incredibly observant. Now he's the same way with you as well. Always knows what you're feeling before you have to say anything or if you need something.

And that's how everyone else realizes he likes you and tell him about it (because again, he genuinely could not tell that his feelings are romantic on his own. How can someone be so smart and so dumb at the same time).

He's in denial for a good while, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. Some teammates try to give him advice (because they don't trust him at all to do this by himself), but in the end he ignores all of it and just says what feels right at the time.

"I swear, you'd be helpless without me." He grumbles, dragging you away from the confrontation, his hand firmly but not tightly wrapped around your wrist. Karasuno had a game against another school, and one of the guys from said school apparently thought you were really cute. So much so he was trying everything to get your contact information before Tobio stepped in.

Just thinking about the situation pisses him off. He scoffs, squeezing your wrist slightly, but there's something more than just frustration on his face. Doubt, perhaps? He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "You weren't really thinking about giving him your number, were you?" He asks, his voice almost too soft before it rises in tone again.

"I mean, he's average looking at best, and a shit player, and... And I'm better!" He blurted, cheeks flushing slightly. He averts his gaze, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "So... Just give me your number, dumbass."

★ SHOYO HINATA ?!

I need to mention, he looks like he's so easy to fall in love with. Like he's so kind and considerate and with a high emotional intelligence. Very much boyfriend material I wish more people would see him like that instead of an uwu baby yk.

Anyway, back on track. I feel like he'd fluctuate between shy and bold a lot. Like, if you flirt or give hints that you might like him back, he's blushing and kicking his feet and shit, but it is very much not uncommon for him to take initiative.

Especially after matches. The adrenaline is still pumping in his veins and he barely even registers that maybe he's being a bit forward.

If you don't know him really well it's a bit difficult to tell that he has feelings because he's just. so nice. to everyone. But if you do, it's hard to miss the tenderness in his eyes everytime he looks at you.

Insists you come to his games. It's simple math in his head: the two things he loves the most (aside from, yknow, his mom and sister and all that) are volleyball and you, so if he can just mix them together, he'll be the happiest guy in the planet.

It was a tough game — Karasuno barely managed to win right during the last set. The winning point was, of course, scored by Shoyo. The crowd was cheering, his teammates screaming loudly and gathering around him, but in the middle of the ruckus, his eyes are fixated on a single someone.

He dodged Nishinoya and Tanaka and, to the team's confusion, ran towards the stands. It wasn't until everyone say you simultaneously running in his direction that they understood what was going on. Shoyo practically pounced on you, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly and doing his best to lift you and give you a little spin, almost knocking both of you to the ground in his attempt.

His smile was bright enough to outshine the sun. He pulled away just a little so he could look you in the eyes, the two of you still intertwined. "Thank you so much for being here!" He exclaimed, like his success was solely due to you — to your presence. The look in his eyes was a little different as he leaned in slightly before hesitating. Daichi called him over so they could formally bid farewell to the other team, and he gave you a final squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. "Wait for me, okay? I'll walk you home today!"

★ KEI TSUKISHIMA ?!

This fucking guy is so in denial. No, I'm serious, he'd rather eat glass than admit that he likes somebody. He's always seen relationships and especially crushes as a waste of time and energy, things he couldn't be bothered to spare.

So he's extra mean when he realizes he likes you. Is it an attempt to push you away? Kind of. Is it because he genuinely kind of hates you for the way you make him feel? A little. Is it because he's secretly an awkward motherfucker that doesn't know a thing about how to be romantic? Mostly.

News flash: it doesn't work, independently of your reaction. If you just ignore him and don't give him a reaction, he's frustrated but grows to respect you even more for dealing with his sassy ass with that much grace. If you get sad, he feels genuinely bad for the first time in his life. If you get angry, turns out you look really damn cute when pissed off and that's not helping his case either. If you sass him back, he might just get on one knee.

So he just... gives up. He still teases and pokes fun at you, obviously, but now it doesn't sound as mean. If anything, it's friendly banter. He can't deny that he enjoys having you around.

It raised some eyebrows when Tsukishima told everyone he was leaving practice early because he was helping you study. Hinata and Kageyama had to practically get on their knees and beg him to tutor them, and even then, he always looked so annoyed doing it. With you, he almost had a little smile on his face. Almost.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times. "Hey, idiot, pay attention." He scolded, pointing back to the open book in front of you. "I'm not explaining it a second time." He added, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

He can't help the small grin that forms on his face when you whine about his 'mean' treatment. "You haven't seen me being mean yet, pipsqueak." He teased, looking down at you through his glasses. He exhales through his nose in an almost-laugh, his voice dropping just barely over a whisper, a tenderness in his tone you're not really familiar with. "You're lucky I kinda like you."

★ TADASHI YAMAGUCHI ?!

Dude is SO flustered around you, like, constantly. Like can-barely-get-a-sentence-out typa shit. Kei has to verbally smack him and tell him to fucking get it together — he's not gonna win you over by being a wuss (or maybe he will, who knows what you're into).

But that's mostly during the honeymoon stage. After the butterflies in his stomach start to go away, they're replaced by a deep sense of comfort whenever he's around you.

Takeda said that Tadashi would have the least trouble out of everyone when it came to dating and he was RIGHT. This guy is such a sweetie. Always saving you a seat and sharing his lunch with you and just watching out for you in general. He's so considerate :(

You make him not so insecure anymore and that's all he could have asked for. Whenever he messes up or just acts like a dork, he feels his heart drop thinking that he messes up any chance he might have had with you, but when you just smile and reassure him he falls in love all over again.

Tadashi has been profusely apologizing to you for the past fifteen minutes now, no matter how many times you tried to insist that it's fine. He was practicing his serves and you were unfortunate enough to get a ball right to the back of the head, and he rushed you to the nurse's office immediately despite you saying it didn't hurt that much.

"I'm so sorry, I promise it was an accident!" He said for what must have been the third time. There wasn't much that the nurse could do aside from giving you headache medicine and telling you to lie down for a while, and he decided to miss practice so he could stay with you while you rested.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned, his eyes soft and full of worry, and his shoulders tensed a little at your answer of 'kinda'. He grabbed your hand, idly playing with your fingers, either to calm you or himself down. "... I want to make it up to you somehow." He stated gently, not daring to look at you. "... I'll walk you home and buy you a snack from the convenience store, okay? You can ask for whatever you want, no matter the price." He paused, then added with a sheepish smile, "Well... Maybe the price matters a little bit."

★ KEISHIN UKAI ?!

Listen. He definitely looks like he has rizz. Does he actually? No. Absolutely not. Like, he has so much negative rizz it does a full spin and actually works out. Absolute man failure.

Deadass the kind to do that yawn and arm around your shoulder thing and think he's nailing it. Like, dude you're not THAT old, c'mon now.

Fluctuates between being a gentleman and just being a scrub a lot. Will open the car door and pull a chair for you only to light up a cigarette and not notice the smoke is going straight in your direction until you start coughing.

He does try, though. Definitely makes an effort to take you on a nice date whenever his money allows it (and sometimes when it doesn't). He's had flings before, sure, but you're special and he doesn't want to mess it up like he always does.

You barely heard the doorbell ringing with the sound of the rain hitting your roof. When you opened it, Keishin stood there, absolutely drenched in a dress shirt and an undone tie around his neck, water dripping down from his hair to his face as he holds out a bouquet in your direction. He sighs deeply.

"I wanted to surprise you, but my car broke down halfway here and then this fuckin' rain hit." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. You told him to come inside and grabbed him a towel, and he started to dry his hair before sitting on the couch when he was sure he wasn't dripping water all over the place anymore.

He glanced at you, a somewhat guilty look on his face. "... Sorry I messed it up. I wanted to do something nice for once, but..." He trailed off. You sat next to him, a hand on his shoulder as you reassured him it was okay. When you suggested watching a movie since he was already here anyway, he perked up, almost like an invisible tail started wagging behind him. "Really?" He questioned, a bit baffled before trying to hold back a smile as he relaxed next to you, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "... That doesn't sound half bad, doll face."

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he thinks hes so skibidi bruhhh🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

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// THIS TIME PUPPY YUI IS EVEN MORE STYLISH! I WON! 😭💘💘💘

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The REAL main character

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hiii! love your writing sm! could you write about shu, reiji and subaru and just something ominous about them? not like a headcanons, but like those books where they make you wonder “wait huh 😧” thanks and appreciate you!! 💙🤍

1.1k words | SFW | gn!Reader

CWs: insults, strangulation/choking, drugging, victim complex

shu

The violin string felt icy cold around your neck, despite the burning sensation of its thinness beginning to slice open tears. Red beadlets adorned and contrasted the white string. Shu’s hands didn’t show any signs of hesitation and mercy. In his deluded mind, this was a necessary evil he had to commit in order for you to understand what you did wrong. 

“I knew you were a whore, but really? Subaru? You’d take that premature thug over me?” Shu looked down at you, his voice as cold and void as the violin string.

To think this was all over you laughing at Subaru’s crude jokes about Reiji. You two were in the kitchen - your body had been demanding more food since Shu’s feedings always left you faint. There was a change in him. One that you weren’t too particular in finding out, for now. Subaru crossed paths with you, sputtering foul comments about none other than Reiji.

Some of them made you laugh. Subaru noticed as well, so he was encouraged to make more. In the corner of your eye, that’s when you saw a tall, shadowed figure standing from afar.

 A churn in your stomach knew who it was, but your brain was praying that it wasn’t him: Shu.

He knew you couldn’t speak. The tension was way too strong. You tried to utter something out, but to no avail. 

The Eldest cocked his head downwards and sighed. “I can’t trust anything that comes out of that mouth of yours. If your screeching didn’t turn me on, I’d asked Kanato to sew it up close by now.” Loosening his grip, he ran his thumb against your lips, stopping every half a centimetre before moving on.

“If you think there’s anything stopping me from putting you to a grave, try and test me. It’ll be nothing but pure entertainment for me in the long run.” 

Shu wrapped the string around his slender fingers and tightened it again. You swore that you felt something dripping down your neck, but the lack of oxygen was depraving you of your senses. 

“Pathetic. I thought you’d last longer.” He chuckled and just like that, you were out cold and plopped hard on his hardwood floors.

reiji

“Hmm… Seeing you somewhat coherent, I should’ve increased the dosage. You’re not at all in tremendous pain, which is quite disappointing.” He flicked your forehead hard, causing tears to swell up in your eyes. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in this predicament, but if you had a guess, Shu probably looked at you for far too long and then you ate something. And knowing Reiji, that was probably enough for all of this to happen.

“W-What… did y-you do..?” You coughed out and tried to stand, but only your hands could offer some kind of support.

“You’re far too smart to not have an idea and far too dumb to keep getting yourself in repeated trouble.” His back turned away from you. He took a tall beaker and held it above his head. You were right about one thing - Whatever you ate last was what got you here.

Reiji took off his glasses and massaged the temples of his head, ruining his slicked hair. “Is this a cry for attention? Or do you sincerely like it when other men give you attention? I’d demand an answer, but getting it out of you my way is a guaranteed method for you to tell the truth.”

He knelt down, his black blazer almost touching the floor. That’s when you heard metal clinking. “Chains?”, you thought to yourself. 

Like a messed up greek comedy, you were semi-right.

“A muzzle should fit you perfectly,” It was made out of leather with an iron strap at the back. “I don’t know what’s compelling me, but I don’t want to hear your excuses just yet. If you want to cry out, you should’ve cried out my name when my brothers approach you.” Reiji knew he was going completely out of line. There was no logical reason for him to be this frenzied. 

Emotions were never logical.

Especially jealousy and a constant inferiority complex.

subaru

“YOU THINK I’D JUST EASILY FORGIVE YOU?!” The Youngest hurled a wooden chair at you. By some miracle of God, you managed to dodge it. Barely. The wood broke into shards and splinters, some of which scathing your skin, and the minuscule other unfortunately penetrating your skin layers. 

You didn’t have time to wince, as he threw white porcelain around like they were water balloons. They didn’t hurt him, his skin was thick in all the ways metaphorical, but they for sure were going to hurt you in all the ways physical.

Ruby eyes lit up iridescent ‘neath the moonlit room. You didn’t know if Subaru was going to choke himself first in his huffs and breaths, or if the choking would stem from his shaking hands around your neck. “YOU THINK HE’S BETTER THAN ME, DON’T YOU?!” The ‘He’ in question was Kou. 

Subaru himself didn’t understand what was making him so riled up. His throat felt like they were stomped on by metal boots when Kou began whispering to your ear. It felt like there was tiny, rhymatic walking of a centipede marching under his skin when Kou kept hogging your gaze. Was the problem really Kou? Hard, booming punches cracked cement walls. 

As you stared at Subaru, his anger didn’t subside, rather it grew.

Somehow, he knew that you were currently thinking of Kou. Although you were thinking about how he may be the cause of his dooming anger, without context, the fact that you were thinking about another man made his stomach twist and turn. 

“FINE! I GET IT! YOU THINK I CAN’T FIND ANOTHER FOOD SOURCE?! HA!” Subaru felt his throat growing raw. “YOU PICKED ME! SO WHY ARE YOU GOING TO THAT FUCKING MUKAMI?!”

Behind this rage, you saw a sensitive little boy who waited patiently every dew for his mother to look down from the prison tower. You saw a little boy who knew how to make flower crowns out of any flower, but chose not to because his rosy cheeks lit up pink if anyone knew.

You saw a little boy who was ready to be loved, and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, as he had mentally imprisoned himself in his mother’s yearning for love; the same way a certain man had imprisoned her.

Yet, the little boy was nowhere to be seen.

All that your eyes could see was a red-eyed man stepping closer and closer. His footsteps were silent, and his anger finally stopped making noise. The Youngest’s frame loomed over you and without a hitch, your sense of mortality did too. 

You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

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Please give us some sub souya Kawata I AM BEGGIN YOUUUUU♡♡♡

I WISHHHHH I WISH IM SO SORRY I have finals this year and an exam every time I try to put my cheeks down, I swear I'll write these later and keep them in my asks till then ONN my soul 🦐🦐

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hihi enji! idk if u remember me but im the one who claimed 📸 anon^^ anyways, i was wondering if u could put me on the list of requests to later write? if so, my request is simply just smut of kou mukami. (he needs more fics i swear) u can answer this whenevr. aaaa diabolik lovers brainrot is reall -📸

YEAH HI BABYYY & I'm sorry I just saw this, I delete Tumblr every now and then to focus on my studies, Kou is one of my top favs I really wanna write (and was planning to before and still, now) ;< I'll write it for sure when I have time !

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Worick’s hair in a braid

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coaxing | MDNI

you'll coax his voice out one way or another.

his voice was like sweet honey, the sweetest of sounds in melodic harmonies. and you were determined to crack into the heaven through any means necessary.

your boyfriend was a man of few words, a silent figure in the room that often scares those around him. yet that never stopped you from pursuing him, and it paid off in leaps and bounds.

you grabbed his wrist covering his mouth, harshly tugging it above his sweaty face making him yelp, "there's no way i'm letting you hide your pretty voice." the poor man looked like he was about to pass out, his brain too melted and fucked out to try and save his pride, to save the embarrassing noises from leaking out of those pretty lips of his, to save some of his dignity. in his eyes it was humiliating moaning like a whore in heat, in your eyes it was a reward that you worked so hard to get.

"don't resist it love, let it all out.." you kissed his sweaty bare chest, knuckles fisting the sheets while you buried yourself into his messy, slick hole. it was like an addiction, the need to hear his slutty moans, his tired whines, his pretty noises made you push through the fatigue, the soreness of your hips. it was almost like each time he squealed when you plunged into him gave you energy, each time he cried out for you gave you motivation, an endless cycle until his voice gave out.

"i-i can-i can't..!" his voice quivered, his feverish hands finding your chest, hands weakly trying to push you away. "t-too much.. too much..!" crocodile tears filled his eyes, the pleasure and pain too much for him to comprehend. "you can take it.." your smooth voice pissed him off, even though it was thinly veiled overstimulation. it wasn't fair how you managed to have so much stamina, so much energy to keep going.

"you've always been able to take it.. now keep singing my name love.." you grinned at him once more, grabbing his hands and pinning them down, holding him down to fuck him. if you buck your hips hard, you could see how his stomach distended lightly, the shape of your cock bulging his belly. "hey love, can you feel that?" you did it once more, your boyfriend throwing his head back, a long drawn out moan leaving his swollen lips. "can you feel my cock bulge your belly? can you feel me fuck you open?" you kissed his face, peppering kisses onto his tear stained face, licking them away. his body was like putty, and even when you pulled your arms away from his wrists, he didn't have any energy to change positions or try to hide his moans.

"don't tire out on me now love, not when i'm doing all this work for you." a sweaty grin was on your face, his voice flowing freely from his lips. you stuffed your face into the corner of his neck, snuggling closer to him to inhale his scent and hear the vibrations of his sound, before going over to his adams apple and grazing it with your teeth, enjoying how you could feel the vibrations on your teeth from his moans.

the edges of his vision were blurry, and his throat was so sore and dry from being so used, not used to so much activity. his brain could only think of you, how big you were, how you smelt, and he was utterly a mess. he could feel yet another orgasm coming, hands weakly trying to scramble your hands away from his weeping cock. "you can handle it, right love? my little songbird.." you coo'd out, stroking his pretty cock, watching him weakly tremble and shake, his voice freeflowing. you yourself were getting dangerously close to orgasm, chasing that high inside of him when suddenly his moans got louder, weaker and more erratic.

your hips burned and your toes curled as you felt yourself cum inside of him, hands iron gripped onto his sides as you spilled your cum once more into your used hole, listening to your boyfriends noises. how he squealed when he came, how his cum splattered weakly on his stomach, how he groaned when he felt you cum again inside of him.

"such a pretty voice my love.. my love?" you paused, seeing him dead asleep on the bed, passed out from your relentless pounding, evidence of sex all over him. maybe you coaxed him a bit too hard, but you'd do it again.

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