self care with your love! ♡
synopsis : various!HiGH&LOW boys allowing you to dote on them. [+ a special guest at the end!]
no pronouns used / gender neutral, though there is tons of talk abt makeup!!
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smacking your lips together and MURAYAMA saying he likes your lipgloss color but before you can put it on him he smooches it away until it fades.
giggles hitting the room around you as FUJIO says the eyeliner you’re putting on him tickles.
convincing YUKEN that the hand lotion you always carry will help his scarred and rough knuckles. [it’s only a small bonus that it smells like you.]
at every sleepover you force ask him to have, SACHIO will allow you to put this slimey n cold sheet mask on him.
while sitting on his lap, HYUGA says the eyelash glue you’re using to put rhinestone freckles on him stinks.
P giggling as he hovers over you as you lay flat on your back, messily appling your eyeshadow.
you n KIZZY ambushing KAITO to put glitter all on his face, his cheeks heated n warm as he sits between the two of you.
bonus!
suzuran watching on as their tough n badass leader GENJI curses, threatening people even w the multi-colored nail polish you applied to his fingies bc you couldn’t decide what color to do yours.
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* ♪ – nothing to see here
kou is a little strange, but very nice. this is what joomi has learned after being neighbors and friends with him for a while. however weird it may be that they both ended up on a kpop survival show together, joomi is more relieved they’re on the same team this round than he thought he might be. to be fair, he never really considered working with kou as a possibility, too focused on merely surviving last round and refusing to think about his fate on the show longterm, but here they are now.
the other day, he and kou left practice at the same time and took the bus home together. that much happens often enough, but joomi crashing on kou’s couch is a little more unusual. he lives right next door, after all, but kou always tells him his apartment is open for him and sometimes joomi just doesn’t want to deal with his roommate at all while he’s already under the stress of next gen. he doesn’t need extra bullshit on his plate, so sometimes he does hide out with kou to avoid him. thankfully, kou isn’t all that bright and never really asks him why he chooses to stay over sometimes. joomi hopes he thinks he just wants to hang out or something, and it’s not like he doesn’t. that’s just not his main priority for falling asleep on kou’s sofa.
the other day, he woke up way too late, forgot to pack a new set of clothes for that day, and didn’t have time to go next door and pack up his own things, so he borrowed one of kou’s shirts and decided the pants he wore the day before weren’t too gross to wear a second day in a row.
after practice that day, he did the only polite thing and washed the shirt of kou’s that he borrowed, but naturally...he forgot to return that to kou at a reasonable time, too, and then they somehow keep missing each other outside of practice, so joomi just resolves to keep kou’s shirt in his practice bag, which brings him to today.
he and kou both end up at their group’s arranged practice session a little early, so joomi sees this as his opportunity. “kou!” he gets his attention, a bit more enthusiastically than is typical of him. “i have your shirt,” and with that, he rolls the shirt up in a ball and throws it toward his friend. in retrospect, he probably should’ve just gone over and handed it to him, and he surely could’ve given the shirt to him sometime outside of filming hours, but...too late for that now. he justifies this to himself: maybe kou really liked the shirt and wanted it back as soon as possible? what if joomi kept forgetting or the timing of them seeing each other out of practice continued to not line up? whatever. this will work.
* @kouxbe
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If you saw your father die... What would you do?
It seems more susceptible to be standing there and wallowing in grief. Because who are you to join in the fight of the strongest?
If he were any younger Kouki would've been beyond traumatized to see his father in his own pool of blood as the clear crystal relive the thousands of past and future passing through his eyes.
He has always believed his father is the strongest. A man unmoved and undefeated by his own rights. So if he sees the scene of his father's lifeless body, torn apart and mangled by a familiar face, his heart breaks apart into thousands of pieces.
"Kou? Sweetheart?"
You called out from the kitchen only to feel a weight hug your leg, followed by series of inconsolable sobs. Worry immediately overtook your heart to see your son crying without any explanation.
"What's wrong, Sweetheart? Hmmm? What happened?" You kneeled down and held his shoulder, wiping his tears with your thumb. "Shhh, shush dear, what's wrong?"
"P-Papa!" He called out brokenhearted.
"Wh-? Kou... Sweetheart..."
You frown softened and shushed him even more. Your eight years old son was having a trouble articulating his words without remembering the grotesque scene the crystal marble flashed in his eyes.
You gathered him in your arms, hugging him tight while telling him how to breathe and calm himself down. You stroke his head, shushing and assuring him until he slumped to your shoulders and the sobs turned to sniffles.
"Did you see something bad, Sweetheart?" You held Kouki in your arms, his ear pressed against your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat as the two of you sat on the floor, with you cradling his small body in the security of your arms and presence.
"Papa... he was all bloody and..." Kouki hugged your neck. "I don't like it... I want Papa home Mama."
Kouki hid his face in the nook of your neck and asked for a very tight hug which you obliged. Stroking his long silvery lilac locks he inherited from Satoru and the puffy orbs he got from you.
You wish you could do that too. You wish he was home right now. If he's home, then maybe, just maybe things would be easier.
"It's okay, Sweetheart. It's okay..."
The door opened followed by Saika's loud footsteps.
"Mama!"
You looked up to see Satoru peering down at you and Kouki on the floor, confused.
"Hey Baby, what are you doing on the floor with Kikufuku?"
Kouki immediately ran to Satoru's arms prompting his father to kneel down beside you on the floor and gather his son into his strong arms.
"What's wrong Kikufuku? Why's my buddy crying? Mnnn?"
You watch your father and son converse in their own world. Satoru talked with Kouki in his arms, whispering something to the little boy's ears, calming him down and eventually hugging his father's neck, a lot better and calmer.
"Mama, Papa and I bought more plushies for Sunshines! Look, look, we got light blue and royal blue." Saika sat down beside you and put her hand over your growing belly. "You think Sunshines, will like them?" Saika look up to you with hopeful eyes.
You pat her head, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Of course... They will love it, Sweetie." Saika beamed at your reply and animatedly talked to your baby bump.
Kouki had to sleep after the stressful session with his manifesting cursed technique. Saika went to sleep beside her brother too that leaves you and Satoru on your bedroom, in each others arms while a movie is running on the background. Satoru totally spoiled you with the ending so you didn't bother watching it and instead relished on the calming way his hand rub your back and from time to time the soft kisses to your forehead followed by the caress on your baby bump.
"Kouki said..." Satoru started with a sigh. "He saw me dying. On Shibuya... That fight with Sukuna."
A sad smile graced your lips as you snuggled yourself closer to his arms.
"It's so crazy how thousands of possible scenario could happen in one moment..." Satoru kissed your temple. "How I couldn't possibly be here right now with you, if I just made that one wrong decision back then."
"But you didn't. You're here with me, with us Satoru." You cut him off. His idea of possibly losing his life on that tragedy pinched your heart. "You're here at my arms, at our home. That's what matters to me the most. The myriad of possible futures could go and burn down, as long as I get you back home."
Satoru stared at you and slowly nodded. A future without you... It's hard to imagine for him.
"I don't care about the possible futures Satoru... I will find that one possible future out of the millions there is as long as I can have you... I only want the future that has you." You said with conviction, a bit angry for him to think of possibly leaving this world without you.
"Me too Baby... I only want the future with you... and our children." Satoru nods, taking your lips into his soft ones, replacing the bitter imagination with his soft, delicate kisses, filling your mind with his presence and his touch until you forget the memory and override it with his touch and his love.
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—Grey,
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KEEP IT JUICY LIKE COUTURE !~ ☆》
- how they eat the 😽🎀 pt 1.
-sugawara, nishinoya, yamaguchi, & tendo! all appropriate age/timeskip age. fem reader.
dividers by adia_morbid via glitter-graphics, @/h-aewo, and @/cafekitsune
☆Koushi Sugawara:
Type of Eater - Slow, Patient, Meticulous
Song: Under - Pleasure P
When Sugawara is eating you out, he most certainly takes his time.
He is a teacher, so his patience is unmatched - especially when it comes to making his special girl feel good.
Prefers more private, intimate settings for oral activities, but is not opposed to eating you out in the teacher's longue at the end of the school day.
"Kou-, wait a second! Is it really appropriate to do this here?! What if somebody walks in?"
*(Both reader and Sugawara are teachers!)
He's kneeling in front of you, his greyish-silver hair slightly mussed, white dress shirt ruffled at the collar from you yanking on it during a heated makeout session, tie askew.
His glasses teeter on the bridge of his nose in danger of slipping off.
Your back arches into the counter behind you, thighs rubbing together in attempt to hold in the slick wetness that's forming between your thighs as your lover looks up at you with those big, round, chocolate-hazel eyes.
"Early-release day, honey." His voice is low and sickeningly sweet while he rubs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs until he reaches the tops.
Rolling them down your hips and over your plush thighs, Sugawara surges forward and grips the fat of them, pushing them up and outwards before letting them close around his head.
Your fingers entangle themselves in his hair as he begins licking you with long, methodical laps of his tongue, up and through your glistening folds. He entire mouth covers your sex as he begins to suck on your clit slowly, swirling his tongue in wide circles.
"K-Koushi..."
His fingers tighten on your flesh while he continues suckling on your bud. He presses you open further and his tongue dives deep into your hole.
"Koushi!"
Your thighs quiver and squeeze around his head while your abdomen clenches and you squirt your orgasm all over his beautiful face.
He leans back and slides his glasses off. Your cum covers him, carefully dripping down over his cheekbones and that cute mole under his left eye.
"Looks like you had an early release as well."
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☆Yuu Nishinoya
Type of Eater: Messy, Playful, Eager
Song: Dive In - Trey Songz
He is very eager to eat you out, always. You don't even have to ask him, he just somehow always knows.
You could be reclining on the couch with your knees slightly apart, and when you reach over to grab the remote and look back at your show, there his head is, betwixt your thighs.
Loves for you to ride his face and make a mess on it, too.
Can he breathe? Probably not, but ask him if he cares.
Yuu was due to return home today from a long expedition at sea. He often wishes that you can join him on his sometime-months-long trips around the world, but you have a stable job in Tokyo where you both reside together.
You were on the lying on the couch waiting for him in nothing but one of his old volleyball jerseys and a pair of black lace panties.
When the door clicked open and the sound of his suitcase's wheels rolling across the floor reached your ears, a drizzle of arousal slid down your chunky thigh.
"I'm home, baby girl!" His loud, cheerful voice was right next to your ear. As soon as you turned your head, your lips were engulfed in a sloppy, wet kiss.
Yuu circles his arms around your upper back and lifts you up until your thighs are straddling his head.
Yuu-!
"Too late, he's already gotten started. He uses one hand to lift up your (his) shirt and circle his tongue around your belly button before dipping his tongue in.
You nudge his head with your elbow and he pulls back to look up at you with huge chocolate eyes.
"What?" He nips at your side, making you yelp, "You should know better than to wear my jerseys and think that I won't absolutely devour you, right here and right now."
He straightens up, presses you against the back of the couch, and dives right back in.
"Yuu! Yuu, you need to breathe!" You moan and grip the back of his shirt with your nails as he drags the flat of his tongue through your pussy lips and up to your clit before latching on with his lips, sucking hard.
"MmphnoIdonf." He mumbles while continuing to lick, slurp, and kiss through your drenched folds. His forehead is slick with your juices, making his hair flatten down.
He really, really missed you this time.
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☆Tadashi Yamaguchi
Type of Eater: Shy, Careful, Inexperienced
Song: Just A Friend - Mario
Tadashi and you have been friends since high school.
You both had a crush on each other, but did that thing where you both acted oblivious to the other's desires.
So after graduating from Karasuno, you both attend the same university just like you both planned.
So with the notion that the only thing the two of you will ever be is friends, you move into an apartment together.
Tadashi is out doing the monthly grocery shopping while you tidy up your shared space. When you finish, he's still not back yet, so you decide to go lie down in your room and peruse social media while you wait for your freckle-faced friend to return.
After what feels like hours of you mindlessly scrolling and liking pics on Instagram, you hear the front door slam closed and Tadashi call your name.
He has a cute smile on his face as he asks you to help him put away the groceries, in which you comply.
A quick, simple dinner is prepared and eaten before you both retreat to your room to watch a show.
Tadashi rests his head on your thigh as usual - nothing out of the ordinary - until he rests a large palm on the inside of it, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
"Yam-Yams?"
His eyes move up to your face and his dick begins to stir awake at the soft, caring look mirrored in your own e/c orbs.
'Fuck it' he says in his mind, and with a surge of confidence he moves his hand closer to your cunt.
It's shaking; he's nervous as hell to ask to eat you out, mostly because he's never done it before. But it's you; you'll be patient with him, even guide him along the way.
So, with an unsteady hand, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric and pulls the panties to the side. He pauses, waits for you to stop him - to pull away in disgust.
You're still gazing at him, now with lidded eyes, and you give a little nod.
Tadashi pulls himself onto his elbows and spreads your thighs further apart with his free hand. A soft, surprised 'oh' escapes your lips when he bites down on your thigh gently, nipping the flesh before he licks through the crease, his tongue grazing your outer lips.
"Tadashi!"
You're shivering - did he do something wrong?
But when you thread your fingers through his hair and push his head closer into your warm center, he grows confident.
His little nose bumps your clit as he gives you kitten licks; the action itself is so sweet and sinfully sexy that it has your toes curling.
The speed of his licks increases at your sounds and he grips your thighs to keep you firmly planted in the mattress.
After you finish (which, he can't believe he made you cum), his cheeks are red, making his freckles stand out even more as he gives you the biggest smile ever.
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☆Satori Tendo
Type of Eater: Unconventional, Teasing, Mean
Song: Surgery - Peewee Longway, MPA Turk
Tendo is the worst tease on the face of this Earth.
He's mean too, loves to degrade you and make you blush about how well he eats you and how he always leaves you begging for more.
He talks a lot of shit while eating it.
Mans is a menace, fr.
"Satori, please."
You groaned, trying to pull your boyfriend's red head from between your aching legs, to no avail.
"Y-you're killing me...please, 'Tori. Let me have just a little break."
Tendou scoffed and pulled his long fingers from your swollen cunt. A stream of squirt followed them, adding to the soaked towels beneath your ass.
"You act like this is my first time eating you. Man up, Y/N." He cackled evilly and slapped your pussy with the back of his hand, making your hips jerk. He laughed harder.
He kept his devilish eyes trained on you and dropped his long, slender body off the edge of the bed. Hiking your legs over his shoulders, he dove right back in.
Tendou alternated between sucking your lower lips, your clit, fingering you, and slapping your pubic mound.
"Hmm, sweetest thing I ever had in my mouth." He chuckled at his own quip, spit on your pussy, and sucked it right back up before repeating the process.
You mewled and screamed his name, voice only growing hoarser from having already yelled it out so much over the last couple hours. A harsh shiver - another orgasm - racked through your body, making you slump down on the pillows.
Satori licked his lips and looked up at you before smacking your thigh, hard.
"No passing out during a session, Y/N. There's no fun in that. Don't you want to beat your record of squirting five times in a row, back to back?"
Tiredly, you shook your head. You might be saying no, but you only arched your soaked cunt further towards his mouth, making him grin.
As mean as he was, you couldn't get enough of that sinful mouth. He was both your heaven and your hell.
"Too bad for you then. Because I'm going to suck on this pussy until I'm satisfied."
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