#they all annoy me. not just the ones that sound weird.

[ramhaiba]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝖷 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

Masterlist Contains- college au, bullying, dubcon, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, manhandling

It’s not Atsumu’s fault you can’t handle a little teasing. Why are girls like you always so sensitive? So what if he’s tripping you in the dining hall, making you drop your food all over yourself- frankly, he thinks it’s your fault for not paying attention. 

He doesn’t care if he has to go out of his way to make your life a little more miserable because of the frustrated look you give him afterward. Where your lips are formed into a pout, teeth grinding in anger, eyebrows furrowed- yeah, that look just makes it all worth it. 

“I know you took my wallet, I want it back” 

Atsumu heard your annoyed voice from behind him, he's turning around to see your pissed-off expression, arms crossed.

“Princess, I don’t know what you mean. I’m just trying to get back to my dorm” Atsumu replied, a friendly grin on his face as if he wasn’t lying straight through his teeth. 

“You’re such an asshole, y'know that? Just give back my wallet. It has my ID in it” you sighed. “Well if I did have it- which I do not- I would say your ID picture managed to make you look worse than you already do. I guess rock bottom does have a basement, after all, huh?” Atsumu teased.

“I-it’s not my fault, I was in a rush when they took that picture and couldn’t freshen up properly. You could just keep my wallet, all I need is my ID back” you huffed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t know, I kinda wanna keep it for hmm- three to four business days. Does that  sound good for you, sweetheart?” Atsumu suggested. “I need it today, Miya” you demanded, tone stern with a hint of anger.

“Is that so? What’s so important about you getting your ID back today” Atsumu interrogated. You could try lying to him- but that never turns out well for you. Years of playing volleyball made him an expert in reading body language, he’d call your bullshit from a mile away. 

“I’m going to a party today and I need my ID to get in” you sighed, closing your eyes as you didn’t wish to see whatever cocky expression he had on. 

“Is lil goody two shoes Y/n finally going to her first college party?” Atsumu cooed, his hand pulling out your wallet from his back pocket, holding it in front of you. Just as you were about to grab for it, Atsumu raised it above your head.

“Which one,” he asked.

“Which what?” you repeated. 

“Which party are you going to tonight?” Atsumu added, teasingly swinging the wallet above your head, just centimeters out of reach. The first thought that came to mind was - wait there are multiple parties going on tonight? Maybe you do live under a rock. 

“Why do you want to know” you questioned. “So, I know which one not to go to. A girl like you would totally cramp my style” Atsumu waved off your concerns. 

“The one tonight at Oikawa’s penthouse” you sighed. “You’re going to Oikawa's party? You know that guy always has weird themes for all of the parties he throws” Atsumu commented.

“So what? I’m still going. Now- can I please get my wallet back” you huffed. “Alright, alright- here you go princess. But you should know-”

“I heard Oikawa’s last party ended in an orgy”

Atsumu whispered the words in a teasing tone causing your face to boil, he sneaked his hand down your back pocket, sliding your wallet in there before pulling away to show his obnoxious innocent smile

“Don’t have too much fun without me, ya?” he cooed.

Atsumu was right.

Oikawa really does throw strange-themed parties. That’s why your face is covered with a white bunny-like masquerade mask, the pale animal mask outlined in gold paint. 

“Do I really have to wear this?” you asked your friend, Yui, who was the one to encourage you to go to a party. 

“Yes, and you look great! It’s totally on theme” Yui beamed. “And what is the theme exactly?” you questioned.

“Humanity’s inner animal” Yui quoted, shaking her hands to add some ‘pizazz’ to the ridiculous idea. “And I’m a bunny?” you added. “I didn’t have any other masks, I’m sorry- but the bright side, you’re finally going to a college party. Maybe you’ll even lose that pesky virginity of yours, huh?” Yui cooed, nudging you with her elbow.

“Yeah- yeah. I’m just hoping this night isn’t going to end in a disaster” you laughed.

---

The walls were highlighted by the flashing LED lights, music was booming in your ears, and you could feel the vibrations of crowds of people dancing around you. Of course, with the enormous amount of people at the party- you lose your one friend. All your senses were useless- it was too dark to see anything, it was too loud to hear your friend's voice, or the loud music drowned out your voice if you tried to call out for her. So you wandered aimlessly into the crowd, clutching onto your red cup until you bumped into someone’s chest. 

“Christ-” he huffed, solid black shirt with the sleeves scrunched up now splashed with your drink, it was hard to take a good look at the unfortunate man in front of you but you could tell he had light hair by the way the LED lights shined on it.

His outfit was casual, a black shirt, silver chain around his neck, and khakis pants. He wouldn’t be on the theme at all if for the solid bronze fox-faced mask that he was wearing.

“I am so sorry” you yelped, as you tried to search in your purse for napkins. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t like this shirt anyways.” he laughed, putting your hand away from your bag. 

“I really didn’t mean to bump into you- I’m just looking for my friend-”

And just like that, from the corner of your eye, you spot Yui talking to a familiar officer-in-training, your hope is lost.

“I’m guessing your friend bit occupied, huh?” he questioned. “I knew coming here was a mistake” you sighed in defeat.

“Hey- c’mon, bunny. The night ain't over yet. Forget about your friend. I’ll be your chaperone tonight” the masked man offered. “You don’t have to, I don’t think I like parties anyways” you rejected, turning around to retreat to the door.

 “You only don’t like it 'cause you haven’t done anything fun yet. Now, let’s get you a new drink and maybe that could loosen you up a lil, yeah?” he interrupted, his hand on your shoulder spinning you to face him.

There is just something about the way he talks to you, perhaps there is a reason why he’s wearing a fox mask, he’s too cunning to say no to.

That’s how you end up playing a couple rounds of beer pong with a stranger, dancing with him to a song you never heard before, and why you’re leaving the party with him, laughing as you exchange kisses. 

You’re blaming it on the alcohol in your system when you agree to follow him back to his dorm, grinning against his back as he unlocks the door to his room.

Once it’s open, you both barge inside, hands desperate to tear off each other clothes, managing to pull off the black shirt he was wearing, lips pressed against each other.

That’s when you finally notice, you know this room- you know this room because you’ve barged into it before when you demanded Atsumu to unpost that terrible picture of you online. The stranger in front of you could sense your realization because you pulled away from him.

“Don’t look at me like that” he chuckled as he leaned over to lay wet kisses on your neck, his now clearly blonde hair grazing your chin.

“Get off of me-” you yelped as you pushed him off of you. There it is. His classic obnoxious grin, the one annoying smile that he does every time he wins. 

He slowly undid the ribbon that tied his mask, letting it fall to his feet as he maintained eye contact with you. Atsumu Miya. 

You left the party with Atsumu Miya. The man you’ve hated for years, the man that has tortured you for years, and you were minutes away from actually letting him take your virginity. 

“I thought we were having fun, Y/n” Atsumu cooed.

He knew- he knew it was you and he let you believe that it wasn’t him under the mask? 

“This isn’t fun, this is you lying to me like you always do. God- I can’t believe you” You commented, throwing your mask off in frustration, your intense anger boiling your cheeks.

“Lying? Sweetheart, it’s your fault for never asking for my name before you came home with me” Atsumu remarked.

“You know what I meant. W-were you actually planning to have sex with me? Y’know what? I don’t want to know the answer to that. God- why are you so obsessed with me? I get that you like making my life a living hell but you seriously went too far this time” You begin to raise your voice, years of anger from being harassed constantly finally coming out of your thoughts and into your words.

“Y/n- 

“I’m leaving- th-this was so wrong” you huffed, aiming for the door, only for his forearm to corner your face, his hand pressing against it, forcing it closed.

“You’re. Not. Leaving”  he uttered, eyes narrowing as he looked down at you, playful tone morphing into something much more stern and dark.

“ Atsumu, you can’t force me to stay here,” you remarked. 

“ I told you, you’re not leaving, not 'til I’m done with you that’s all,” he responded.

“W-what are you talking about” you questioned, slowly backing away from him.

It’s ironic that you decided to wear a rabbit mask tonight and he wore a fox because that’s exactly how you feel- like a rabbit being hunted by a fox. 

He’s pouncing on you, his hand curling over your nape, shoving your face closer to his, lips crashing onto each other as his tongue slipped out of his mouth, aggressively pressing against the softness of your lips.

You’re struggling, trying to push him off of you by his stern chest, gasping for air as his lips move towards your neck, sucking, biting at any exposed skin, blonde hair tickling your chin, legs becoming weak.

“ A-Atsumu, stop it” you whimpered,

“ Why? Bet your pussy is liking it,” Atsumu responded, licking a stripe up your neck, smirking against the skin.

“ She’s fucking beggin’ me to play with her, ain't she?” Atsumu teased. “ I don’t want this” you uttered.

Atsumu pulled away, averting his eyes as he recollected his thoughts to turn them into an idea,

“ Show me you don’t want this and I’ll let you leave,” Atsumu responded, lips turning into an innocent smile.

“ How do I exactly do that” you questioned,

“Get on the bed and show me that your cunt ain’t wet and I’ll let ya go without a problem, easy right?” Atsumu suggested, tilting his head towards his dorm’s mattress.

“I-I’m not going to strip for you” you argued,

“Fine then. I’ll do it for you, sweetheart “ Atsumu replied, easily flinging you over his shoulder due to his ridiculously muscular arm and then dropping you on the mattress. Before you can even register, his palm is pressed against your stomach, effectively holding you down, while the other is sneaking under your dress. Your breath hitches once you feel his finger tracing your slit through your panties until he’s sliding them down.

Atsumu didn’t need to look at your cunt to know it was wet and needy, he could already feel the dampness through your panties, still, that didn’t stop him from ducking his head under your dress, to make eye contact with your cunt. You tried to push him away only to receive a harsh bite on your inner thigh.

“ Settle down sweetheart, just gonna take a closer look. Wanna make sure this cunt is wet f’me” he hummed.

You hate him. You hate him because you know he already knows the shameful answer but he still decides to tease you anyway.

You’re snapping out of your thoughts the second you feel his hot tongue slip between your folds,

“ Atsumu” you gasped, hand going to reach for the blonde locke you hate so much.

“ Just gonna take a quick taste that’s all. ” Atsumu cooed.

Then he’s lapping at your cunt, tongue rolling over your swollen clit, fingers pushing deep into your walls, thrusting in and out.

‘Quick taste’ yeah- right, there's no way in hell he’ll be stopping soon because he’s getting off at the feeling of your cunt clamping down at his thick fingers, your thighs trembling around his head, and how you’re failing to prevent a slutty moan from slipping out of your glossy lips. 

“Gonna make a mess f’me baby? Go ahead. Wanna see how slutty my girl is” Atsumu uttered against your cunt, pressing a kiss on your throbbing clit, the tips of his fingers hitting so deep in your cunt that you wonder how you’re going to cum again without them. When you’re orgasm is hitting you Atsumu’s tongue is collecting every last drop he can get from your sopping wet pussy. 

When he’s finally pulling away, you can see how damp his chin is, how his eyes narrow at the sight of your messy cunt when he finally looks up with you, his lips curl into a smirk.

“Wanna taste baby? Promise you’ll like it” he teases, showing you his slick coated fingers. “Fuck off” you cursed, averting your eyes from the erotic sight as you tried to hide your embarrassment with your attitude. 

“More f’me then” he replied, letting his fingers sink into his mouth, licking them clean. Just as you think it was over and you’d get to leave, go back to your dorm, and pretend this never happened, you glance back at Atsumu leaning his head back to your cunt and throwing his spit onto it, chuckling at the sight of his saliva dripping down your pussy.

“Atsumu-that’s enough. You got what you wanted” you yelped as you tried pushing him away, only for him to laugh. “You really think that was enough to satisfy me? Baby, can't ya see how hard I am for you? Fuckin’ thought I was about to cum in my pants while eating you out” Atsumu responded. 

“C-can’t you just use your hand to get off then I-I want to go back to my dorm” you mumbled, voice quiet due to embarrassment. 

“Use my hand? And waste this perfectly tight virgin pussy I got wet f’me. Ya were so eager to lose your virginity to some rando you met at a party. Ain’t this better? To fuck someone who actually knows yer name” Atsumu remarked. 

“H-how do you know I’m still a virgin?” you asked. Atsumu hummed, as his lips curled into a sadistic smile.

“Cause I made sure of it. Can’t let another man touch my girl, my Y/n” He answered. The truth is finally hitting you, all those guys who ghosted you, all those boyfriends who dumped you on the first week of dating, fuck even the first guy you kissed was sent to the hospital afterward from a serve injury caused by an ‘unknown’ culprit. 

You thought Miya, Atsumu was only capable of verbally teasing you, annoying you, and sometimes even getting a little physical with you but he’s been tarnishing your love life since high school. All so he can get this moment. Being the first guy to give you an orgasm, being the first guy to play with your pussy, and now he’s going to be the first guy to fuck your pussy. 

And if everything goes to plan. He’s going to be the only person who’s ever going to put his dick into your pussy.

Atsumu’s sadistic laughter is snapping you back into reality. “Ya scared, sweetheart?”Atsumu asked, his tongue licking his front teeth.

You couldn’t respond, Atsumu having to force out a reply by slapping your cunt. “N-no” you yelped, pathetically lying to him even though he could see right through you.

“Usually, I just fuck girls, I don’t give a shit about going slow, or ‘makin' love’ type of bullshit” Atsumu confessed- unbelievable, he’s really talking about other girls right now?

“Lucky for you, there's a difference between you and those dumb bitches I fucked in the past” Atsumu added. 

“And wh-what is that?” you panted, looking down at Atsumu between your legs, a sick smile forming on his lips, as he unzips his pants, pulling down his boxer just enough to release his painfully hard erection.

“I won’t be picturing someone else when I’m fucking you” Atsumu confessed.

Then his cock sank into you, each inch causing an unbearable stretch, tears of frustration forming in your eyes.

“ Atsumu- ‘S too much” you cried, trying to back away, only for him to grab your waist, and slam his entire cock inside of you, a gasp erupting from your lips.

“Forgot how fuckin’ tight virgins are” Atsumu laughed,

Completely disregarding your concern, no- He seems to be getting off at the sight of you all nervous, eyes teary, chest heaving with anxiety, legs shaking as he relentlessly drilled his cock into you.

He’s leaning over, tongue poking out of his lips as he licked the salty tears off of your flustered cheeks, “ such a crybaby, Y/n” he teased.

You feel like he’s about to split you into two by how harsh his pace is, how your brain is going dumb with every thrust of his cock. You could try to close your eyes, and imagine that someone else is taking your virginity but Atsumu looked memorizing. You feel like a deer in headlights. How could you possibly not be attractive to him at this moment?

His brown eyes were narrow as he was immersed in the image of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy, his eyebrows furrowed, toned abs on displayed, arm muscles flexing as his hands gripped your waist.

He grins when he glances back at you, noticing how flustered you’ve become. 

“It’s like you were made for me by the way this pussy keeps sucking in my cock. M’gonna put a ring on that pretty finger the second we fuckin’ graduate. Then you’ll be all mine, baby. Mines to touch. Mines to hold. Mines to fuck” Atsumu huffed, thumb reaching down, rubbing teasing circles on your swollen clit.

“‘Tsumu- Stop can’t anymore. Gonna-” You’re howling his name, nails curling into the bedsheets as you felt your climax approach, your legs shaking as he continued to thrust deep into you, his cock bullying your cunt.

“Gonna cum f’me, sweetheart? Go ahead, make a mess on my cock. I’m all yours, pretty girl” he interrupted.

You're sobbing as your orgasm hits you, so loud you’re pretty sure the room next door could hear you, your walls clamp down on Atsumu’s cock. He's surprised he managed to fight back the urge to bust right there, fill your tight pussy with his cum and watch it drip out. But he can’t get you pregnant yet at least. Can’t let a baby interrupt his plans. He promises he’ll take good care of you, once he manages to play professional volleyball after college then he’ll fuck a baby into you on your wedding night. 

He manages to pull out last second, spilling his cum all over your bare thigh, his chest heaving as he admired the mess he made, how your legs are still twitching, hickeys on your neck, bite marks on your inner thigh, and soon, they’ll be a shiny ring on your finger. He lays down next to you, gently pushing a strand of hair out of your face so he can get a better look at your face, watching you as your eyes slowly close from exhaustion.

He knows that by the morning you’ll be gone, probably hiding in your dorm from him and he’ll be forced to drag you out.

But that’s not his fault, you should really learn how to handle his teasing.

[sequinsnstars]

okokok i have finally thought of something!!! it might be a shit idea bc it's just super self indulgent 🙃 but kareoke night at camp jupiter??? idk how u might incorporate jason grace x reader (but tbh u don't have to make it romantic idm) i have no ideas this is as far as my creativity goes 🫠🫠 anyways don't feel pressured to do this!!!! i just wanted to send in something for u 😚😚😚 love u mwah 💞💞💞💞

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ working late, cause i’m a singer ݁˖ ⊹ ‧₊˚

JASON GRACE .ᐟ

ingredients; jason grace and karaoke night

fyi; fem reader, reader is shorter than jason, hyperspecific outfit description LOL, demigods can use technology, jason is not praetor and is working on finding out who he really is bc he deserves it :) also if i had a nickel for every time i wrote a jason fic with something getting ruined because of liquid spillage, i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice

notes; HANNAH MY LOVE HELLO! welcome back from ur break xx and i hope u like this one!! haven’t responded to notifs yet but i’m gonna log off for a while after posting this and check them when i come back 💘

wc; 1003 bc i cannot make these blurbs short for the life of me

food mood; cherry kool-aid. with triple the amount of sugar, just how a certain centurion likes it.

Karaoke night at Camp Jupiter was unexpected.

It didn’t fit their whole honoring-the-gods and following-the-rules vibe. So you weren’t really expecting anything at all when you came to the woods beyond the Field of Mars. You’d only heard about karaoke night from not-so-hushed whispers during training sessions. Michael Kahale and some of his cohort members had been talking about a meetup this evening, and when they’d left for sword fighting, you’d decided you wanted to join them – purely by coincidence, of course, and obviously not to eavesdrop.

Obviously.

Apparently, karaoke night was an annual event without any official promotion, but if anyone got to hear about it, they could come. After learning this from Michael, you told your boyfriend Jason, who’d actually never learned about the get-together but seemed willing enough to join you. You’d been dating him for a while, but you could never get over how open he was to doing something if he was doing it with you. He hadn’t shown up yet, but you didn’t think too much of it.

It seemed fun enough when you got there: some of the Apollo campers were singing “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter and effortlessly hitting the high notes in the last chorus. Everything was fine and dandy, and you were even planning to go to the front to sing a song yourself! You spotted Piper requesting “Naked in Manhattan” by Chappell Roan, and even Praetor Zhang asking for “Talk” by beabadoobee.

That feeling of initial contentment lasted approximately one minute, until Dakota, the centurion of the Fifth Cohort, decided to try and balance a cup filled with cherry Kool-Aid on his head while walking in your general direction. Naturally, this was a disaster, and by the time the cup fell, you were the unfortunate recipient of its mess. Your white babydoll dress was now soaked in the dark red concoction.

“Oh my gods, sorry about that,” Dakota slurred. “If you want new clothes, I can get you new clothes, we centurions always have backups for when we need them– uh, are you okay?”

You were speechless, mouth agape.

It took everything in you to not get annoyed with him, but you knew it wasn’t really his fault, so you let him off with a passive-aggressive It’s fine, just be careful next time. Plus, centurion’s extra clothes didn’t sound like they would be a cute outfit.

You didn’t want the spillage to affect the rest of your night too much, so you decided to head over to where you entered, willing Jason to come so you both could go onstage together (would it be too much to hope for him bringing along a warm, cozy jacket to cover your dress stains?).

Shivering, you watched the glowing full moon, surrounded by wispy clouds. Its light shined so bright that the clouds matched its color, making it seem as if there was too much moonwater inside that couldn’t help but overflow. You were reminded of the time you stayed up late with Jason to watch a meteor shower. The moon had illuminated his face wonderfully, making him look like he was unreal; from another planet.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry I came late, angel, I ran into an injured sparrow on the way here so I took her to the infirmary–”

You turned around to see your boyfriend, dressed in a dark green leather jacket and light blue jeans, paired with white Converse and his Imperial gold glasses.

Jason’s expression dropped immediately after seeing your dress. “What the fuck happened here?” He dropped to his knees in front of you and held your hands in his, examining the stains.

You sighed. “It’s nothing. Dakota spilled cherry Kool-Aid on me, which is sad, but–”

“Thank the gods.”

Frowning, you replied, “What? I don’t think… oh.”

Jason stood up and chuckled. “Yeah, I thought there was something else on your dress. Don’t worry about it, you look as beautiful as ever. I promise.”

Your cheeks grew warm. Really, this man knew how to make a girl feel special. “Well, that’s very sweet of you to say. And thank you for being worried about me.” You got on your toes and kissed his jaw, not missing how the tips of his ears turned a little pink.

“Always, angel. Ready to head to karaoke night?” asked Jason, a little breathlessly.

You looked out at the Field of Mars. “Actually, do you want to maybe, like, have our own little karaoke night? There’s an extra speaker and microphone over there and no one’s on the field right now. Only if you want, of course–”

His smile grew as you spoke. “Um, spending alone time with the love of my life? Always.” He paused a little before adding, “The Field of Mars has always been, I don’t know, a kind of stressful place for me?” Jason cupped his hand over the nape of his neck. “But I think maybe just singing songs with you here, being a normal couple, can help with the way I view it. Honestly, I feel like you being here with me at Camp Jupiter has made a big difference by itself.”

You gently put your hands to his cheeks and brought your forehead to his. 

“Jason,” you whispered. “I don’t even have words for how meaningful that is to me. You’re my favorite person in the whole world, demigod and mortals included. I love you.”

“I love you most, princess.” He brought your lips to his, and you allowed yourself to fall right into his warm, soft touch – a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

When you both drew away, you grinned and said, “Okay, so we have to start with ‘Close To You.’ We just have to.”

“Agreed.”

Your boyfriend grabbed the mic and speaker and pulled up the karaoke audio. As he pressed play, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to be close to the gorgeous blonde lover boy that was Jason Grace.

hope you enjoyed the meal!

thank you for your order and your waitress siara hopes you come again soon 💌

[feinv]

omgggggg!! if that’s the case, can i request some headcanons for john wick in his first ever relationship? he’d be a bit awkward but he’d be such a sweetie🥹🥹 -🥮

there is so much i want to say, definitely need to make a proper post! a small nsfw section at the end. enjoy!💌

oh my god. this man. it’s no news to anyone that he is a bit self-conscious and lacks a little confidence, but those would just…WORSEN during his first relationship.

— i mentioned previously that he is not exactly the most experienced guy ever, especially when it comes to romantic relationships. plus his age, this man has no idea what all those bf/gf labels even mean. when is the right time to ask you to be his girlfriend? is it too soon? is it too late? should he make you something big for that proposal? or would it be too vulgar? can he already hold your hand? can he kiss you? he would literally like. stop functioning.

— he would be a nervous wreck because he doesn’t want to scare you off or give the wrong impression: being the gentleman he is, he would ALWAYS hold the doors open for you, but that annoying voice in his head would make him question if his actions imply that you are not capable of doing things on your own? so at first he would be extremely weird and awkward around you, trying to yet figure out how any of this works.

— after a while, though, he just relaxed and let things go by a natural flow, rushing and overthinking wouldn’t do any good to any of you. he also realized that the best way to learn something was to ask. granted he takes the dominant side in the relationship (not in bed, wink wink) and he always initiates dates and such, but he wants you to enjoy your time with him, so he would rather ask once what your favorite places are than waste your evenings on something you don’t want to be doing!

— hate to say it, but his self-consciousness would get in the way of your relationship more than once. he will catch himself on the thought that you deserve someone better, someone more worthy of your love and someone your age, but your reassuring words would always bring him back from those nasty thoughts.

— the first time you two had a sleepover (non-intimate) and he woke up in the morning with your body tightly wrapped around him, he knew he was a goner. there was no way he was letting you go after that, no matter how selfish it sounded in his head.

— he also loves your domestic side!! of course he gets weak in the knees at the sight of you all dressed up looking like a goddess, but nothing could compare to what he felt when he saw you in your simple comfy clothes, with no makeup, hair poking all around like a mess. he is just so infatuated with you and he is so happy you feel comfortable enough around him to be your true natural self <3

— at first his feelings were more of a “loving and protective” towards you, but over the time he also got a bit more possessive of you, not in a weird way, he just can’t bear to lose you.

nsfw.

— he was so so so so scared for your first time together, thinking that he would ruin it. he was always on edge when your fingers would trail lower or kisses would get hungrier, anxiously focusing on your every movement to not miss out on something that would indicate you don’t want to continue this.

— and of course, he would make your first time the most special ever (rose petals and all that stuff, he is an old soul let him be). he would ask you like twenty times “are you okay?” “you want me to stop?” and he would be extra gentle the first time around, drinking in the perfect features of your body and just memorizing what you like or don’t like.

this man. is. a. switch.

— he never really had the opportunity to voice his preferences in bed out loud, so he would be hesitant at first. again, he would be terrified to share some of his kinks with you (especially the ones he wanted to do to you). he wouldn’t openly tell you to be more dominant with him, i think it was something you discovered on your own, along with his kinks, and once you did, he let his guard down and allowed you to do whatever you wanted to him!!

©️feinv, 2024.

[cinnbar-bun]

So, have you ever seen those videos of someone with a southern accent speaking Japanese? Can I request a Josuke Higashikata x Fem Reader. Where the reader is from abroad, so they have an accent, and Josuke doesn't really realize it until one day, when they get frustrated, their accent thickens? What would be his reaction? <3

Josuke and a Reader w/ an Accent! (GN Reader)

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~.6k

Notes: Reader is GN! I know you requested for a fem reader but I like to write for everyone, so no pronouns specified, no spoilers for Part 4. Can be read as either romantic or platonic <3

Taglist: @starr-l1ghtt

Josuke knew you were from abroad, but admittedly, it would slip from his mind on occasion. He was just so used to you that he’d forget you weren’t always around in Morioh. 

Your Japanese was pretty good for someone from abroad (way better than Josuke’s “delinquent” style of speaking), and your slight accent was just another thing he’d kinda not notice. You spoke Japanese and that was enough for him!

Especially since he knows what it’s like to be considered different for their style of speech, he just doesn’t compute. 

UNTIL that is, you were getting frustrated with a study guide for an upcoming test in the class you were in. You were mumbling under your breath, so Josuke couldn’t catch most of what you said, but it was clear you were not happy. 

He tried to reassure you that you’d do fine, yet it didn’t do much to soothe you. With an upset sigh, your full accent came out and he was wide-eyed. 

You didn’t even notice what you were doing, so caught up in ranting about how annoying the class and the professor were that you let your accent out. You had rambled and ranted for a good while before you paused once you noticed Josuke staring at you with a a slack jaw. 

“Huh? Why’re you staring at me like that?” 

Josuke doesn’t know how to respond, but he just looks at you in amazement and shock. 

“Oh, uh… your voice. It was different for a second.” 

If you get embarrassed and flustered, he immediately tries to do damage control and tells you that it’s not a bad thing! Not at all! He just got surprised since he’s used to how you spoke Japanese previously. 

“N-no, wait, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant I just didn’t expect that! Please don’t cry! Please! I’ll cry too!”

If you laugh it off, he laughs it off with you. “Seriously, you sounded so different!” 

One thing he does admit it right away, though? 

“Your accent… it’s so cool!” 

He finds your accent awesome. It’s so uniquely you, and it makes you even more special in his eyes. He doesn’t wanna sound weird by saying that out loud though (would that be weird…?), but he’s interested in hearing it more. 

Cue the very (un)subtle comments asking you to maybe speak your native tongue. 

Especially under the guise of “learning a new language for fun”. 

But he’s so bad at paying attention and learning, he flubs it up immensely. 

He can’t help it, he’s just really interested in hearing you talk, and when you talk he kinda forgets to think cuz all he hears is your voice and then he wants to hear you talk more and now you asked him a question and crap, what does he say??? What does he say to show he understands what you’re saying??? 

“Heh. Yeah. Totally.” 

“Josuke, I asked what was 4 + 4.” 

“Damn it…” 

He definitely doesn’t want to come off as rude but he does like to say that he’s interested in hearing your accent more. You’re just one of the coolest people in his eyes so he’s always wanting to know more about you. 

He does hope that he can be a safe space for you to talk with your accent or not be embarrassed for it around him. 

And trust me, he’s a built in bodyguard too. If someone dares to comment about it or make fun of it, he’ll pummel them quickly with Crazy Diamond. He is NOT allowing anyone to talk negatively about it. 

Probably triggers him as quickly as someone commenting about his hair does. 

So please don’t feel the need to hide yourself from him! Josuke is a sweetie and he will always gladly listen to you.

[imsodishy]

what is with fandom and wanging an S on the end of the first syllable of a name and calling it a nickname??

I just saw 'Heaths' as in short for Heather. Please say that out loud right now. It sounds like you're trying not to hurl.

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[kneworder]

angry at the oscars barbie nominations but in an annoyinger way (i think nominating ryan reynolds makes sense but the best picture and best supporting actress noms are ridiculous)

[strangerhands]

mmmmm heyyy👁️. ive basically been gone from tumblr for over two days because ive been feeling like a shitty piece of shit. BUT. i finally saw dune part 2 and ohmygoddddd it was so so good. but yes. i was missing leto so bad the entire time. Father come back pls. i need you.

[grapecaseschoices]

are we going back to the early aughts? what is with this new (ancient) trend of if wips where gender selectable is only m/f?

[elegyofthemoon]

also to anyone who plays honkai, does anyone have other translations of the game? aside from the official?

i feel like i talked about this with a friend, but the translations just. don't line up with what's being said a lot of the time and it's slightly driving me insane x - x

[sketchesandnonesense]

None of my usual treasured besties are annoy-able rn so im stuck Painfully Awake at 1:00am with nothing to do because my brain refuses to Work

Like

I try n form thoughts but its like in cartoons where they open their wallet n a lil moth flies out

Thas why i need Interaction i need someone to ignite Something in me so I can get thoughts going and put this energy SOMEWHERE

But

The hour is late

N my usual people i Annoy sleep

So i am Die

[skitskatdacat63]

you don’t have to post this but i just want you to know i totally relate i rbed an ask game post today and got no asks :/ it sucks even if it’s just a silly little tumblr game

Yeahhhhh :(( I'm glad I'm not alone, anon. This made me feel a bit better, so thank you <3

[appsa]

The fuck do english speakers mean by hard g or soft g u guys only have one g in ur dumbass language and none of ur sounds go hard at any point of time ever

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ranting about niche things in my own tags so i can come back to them at a later point and see if my opinions have changed (i was in a crowded area for longer than i wanted to today and need to get over my hater energy)

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

The Paradox Hotel

about a woman who runs security at a time travel hotel for the wealthy, who is unstuck from time - but stays there for the memory-glimpses of her dead girlfriend

when the time travel technology is about to get privatized and mega-rich guests are arriving for the auction, more things start to get unstuck, and there’s a dead body only she can see

grief, ghosts, & dinosaurs

[opens-up-4-nobody]

the good thing about asperger's no longer being a diagnosis is that it's just called level 1 autism spectrum disorder now. i know i probably shouldn't be poking around in the mental health of strangers online, but as an autistic person myself, your struggles resonated with me. ever since i've been able to accept, understand, and begin to provide myself accommodations for my autism, my mental health has improved tremendously. autism is also co-morbid with oodles of other conditions, so it is definitely possible to have autism and other conditions that may have overlapping symptoms

It's funny, I was diagnosed, accepted it, over analyzed and rejected it, subsequently forgot about it entirely, then when the only helpful counselor I ever had brought up the idea I was like: Oh yeah! That makes sense. And went through the same process over again. I will say, having someone point out that something might be inhibiting my ability to interact with people was extremely helpful. Because I just thought I was really bad at it and processed it as a point of failure (which was intolerable). At one point she said "You don't have to do things you don't want to just because you feel like you should" and I think about that a lot. That should have been obvious but it was like she slapped me with a fish