Your Mango Slander Filled My Feed But I GENUINELY Agree With You Bae Mangos Are So Gross!! I Hate The
your mango slander filled my feed but i GENUINELY agree with you bae— mangos are so gross!! 😭 i hate the way they smell (especially in beauty products 🤚😷) and the flavor just AIN’T it 🤒 overhyped and for what? 🙄 mango juice is the worst too. it tastes like battery acid imo 🙁 i hate it just as much as i hate pineapple— i am HERE for the fruit slander!! 💪😟
tw: mangos
HAHAHAHAS IM SORRY
not really tho mango discourse was smtn we had to have
BUT YES?? HELLO. FINALLY SOMEONE WHO AGREES bruh idk how people can eat that pissy fruit (I never drank mango juice bruh tf is that)
I like pineapples tho >: FRUIT SLANDER RISE UP
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is it my turn at the matchups 🤤 match me up w you babe
I'd love the see the 'How they make out with you'.Your writing just makes it even better Sunhee💕
ღ HOW THE HAIKYUU BOYS WOULD MAKE OUT WITH YOU ღ
characters : timeskip!suna rintarou; miya atsumu; bokuto koutarou; akaashi keiji; oikawa tooru; iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader warnings : suggestive; making out (obviously ._.); a hint of hickeys; petnames (pretty, bunny...) atsumu bites :( a/n : not really a request but making it one because i can <3 hope you like it <3 (for once, i proofread ._.) also i will never shut up about how suna would be the best kisser ._.
SUNA always starts with leaving butterfly kisses all over your face. it’s barely there, lightly, softly touching you, leaving you lingering and needing more. and of course he complies, pressing his lips against your cheeks. if he’s in a soft mood, he would chuckle at your little whines as you pout your lips to grab his attention towards them instead. if he’s more… excited, he would ask you to “behave, bunny, you don’t want me to leave you there hanging, now do you?” and of course, you obey - with a huff.
suna’s kisses were dizzying. every little touch has your mind racing and the way his lips moved against yours pushed you to grab his shirt, steadying yourself as you felt your knees weakening. they were lazy, sure, but in a way it made you ask for more, more and more. you just couldn’t have enough as you wanted - needed - him. his touch, lips, scent, voice, his everything intoxicated you and had you begging for more. and as his lips slowly moved against yours, his teeth started nipping at your bottom lip, urging you to part your lips as his tongue quickly slipped between them. and as soon as the kiss deepens, you knew you are at the verge of losing your sanity.
“r-rin,” you softly gasped as he moved his lips towards your jawline. your fists were clutching his shirt, as if to keep a grip on reality as you unconsciously leaned your head, leaving more space for him to tease your skin. heavy breaths left your lips and you were almost convinced your heart skipped many beats the moment his teeth started worrying the skin of your neck, despite it not being the first time - and far from being the last.
ATSUMU’s kisses are either soft or rough. his soft side is adorable, leaving pecks on your lips between giggles asking if “is that okay, angel?”, thumbs softly caressing your cheeks before squishing them together and smiling at the pout on your lips, pecking it countless times before finally giving you the kiss you’ve been lingering for. you could always feel his smile against your lips as he moved his against yours, teasingly nipping at your bottom lip.
his rougher part had you panting and heavy breathing every time he separated himself from you. trapped in his strong arms and no matter how much strength you use to push him away as you’re struggling to breathe, he only sees it as a sign to deepen the kiss even more - as if it was possible. heavy pants falling over your lips as he parted from you, a string of saliva hanging between both your lips. burying his face in your neck, leaving several bite marks and hickeys as he repeats over and over how “ya drive me insane, angel.”
“ya look so cute,” atsumu mumbled against your swollen lips, admiring the way you were desperately trying to catch your breath and how your skin was burning under his fingers and how hazy your eyes were. your hand was squeezing his arms as he locked his lips with yours again, more gentle and softer this time, his hands going from your cheeks to your shoulders to your waist, thumbs smoothing over your skin under your - his - shirt as a content sigh left your lips. “fuck, i love ya.”
BOKUTO’s kisses are messy. drawled out love confessions between them and giggles falling from his lips every few moments. and when you ask him what makes him laugh, he just answers by “i don’t know, i think it’s the feelings i hold for you that make me feel funny but in a good way,” before locking his lips to yours once again. you can always feel his smile against your lips and just couldn’t contain yours.
big hands gripping your waist as he pushed you against the nearest surface, groaning whenever your fingers start to pull on his strands as his hands wander around your body, going from your waist to your hips, up to your shoulders before cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss even more. you can feel his shaky breath against your lips every time he separates himself from you to fill his lungs once again - and before you could do the same, his mouth was already on yours, stealing the little oxygen you have left.
as koutarou wraps his strong arms around your waist, his lips leaving yours for a few seconds while heavily panting, you gasped for air, hands clutching his shirt before traveling behind his neck, playing with the short strands there. he buried his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses there as he drawled out your name between them, whispering love confessions in the shell of your ear, smiling teasingly at the way you shiver. “you know you drive me insane,” he murmurs, before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.
AKAASHI treats you like glass whenever you’re comfortably seated on his lap, hands playing with the soft strands of his dark hair. his own hands are placed on your thighs, lips slowly, softly moving against yours, drawing out content sighs from you. you always feel like melting when his lips meet yours, even if it’s just a light peck.
his fingers slowly travel from your thighs to your waist, tracing random shapes on their way up before his thumbs soothe over the skin under your shirt as he separates himself from you, offering you his prettiest smile. he has a habit of leaving feather-like kisses all around your face, smiling at your soft giggles and at how you tell him that you feel ticklish. and - just to see the smile on your face - he does it a second time before pressing a long kiss on your lips, smiling against them.
you can feel his right hand cupping your cheek while the left one holds your waist to keep you steady on his lap, thumb softly swiping over your skin. you instinctively close your eyes, shivering slightly as you felt his hot breath hovering over your lips before you felt his own on yours, slowly moving against yours. not too long after, you find yourself parting your lips, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours. “you’re doing so good, love.”
OIKAWA lives just to tease you. he makes it his goal to make you beg him for more whenever he just leaves light, unsatisfying kisses and pecks over your awaiting lips. tooru just smiles at you before pretending to leave you hanging, unwrapping his arms from your waist and turning his head to the side. but you, of course, stop him by pulling him by his collar and finally satisfying yourself - and him too, but he will never admit it.
“needy, aren’t we?” he smirked against your lips before pressing his own to yours, teeth nipping and pulling at your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around his neck. you often find yourself comfortably seated on the kitchen counter at ungodly hours, giggling against each other’s lips as he tells you random gossip about his team before going back to kissing you and you swear you can feel his breathy laugh against you when you whine at the way he just refuses to move his lips against yours. and it’s only after you slap his chest that he complies - not before pretending that you hurt him badly and that “you have to kiss it better.”
“tooru, stop being a tease,” you whine, pulling on his collar, on his shirt, on anything you can find. “you’re so needy today, baby,” he chuckled, before complying, forcing your lips to part to push his tongue in your mouth. and, of course, he wouldn’t be oikawa tooru if he didn’t tease you, yet again. but this time, he indulged you, not separating from you and kissing you longer, deeper, drawing a satisfied sigh out of you. “you’re just so cute, i need to tease you.”
IWAIZUMI has you whimpering in a few seconds. soft lips pressing against yours in a rough way, strong hands urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him, placed under your thighs to secure you. sometimes, he would playfully act as if he would drop you, laughing at your panicked expression before looking at you in such a fond way you have to hide your face in his neck.
strong arms scooping you and holding bridal style before dropping you on the covers of your bed, his body hovering over yours as one hand holds your hips while the other cups your cheek, his own reddened - and he just pouts and frowns whenever you tell him that “you look so cute when you’re blushing, haji.” raspy voice murmuring your name, teasingly dragging out the syllables before lowly chuckling at your flustered expression and indulging you by connecting both your lips.
teeth pulled at your bottom lip as you whined, pulling at the strands of hair at the back of his neck and shivering when you heard him - felt him - groan against the delicate skin of your neck as you do so, planting his teeth there just to silence his noises - because today was about you, it was about teasing you. “be good for me and stay still, lovely,” he whispers against your lips.
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“what time does the (game, show, etc) start?”
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a/n: aha remember this game? it's my fav thing to get out of writers block so here's one more with Osamu miya <3
warnings: a lil toxic Osamu, fake dating au
synopsis-like: "And, what do you say?" His smile had you feeling your first real heartbreak- never the last with Osamu Miya in your life. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
You know exactly when the game will start.
This game is the one where your deal ends, where you promised each other from months back that this game would be the day you would leave each other.
Osamu looks stoic, his eyes not giving a single emotion away as he watches you try to hold your tears back, chew on your lips he kissed once before- he still remembers the feeling, your eyes that always look at him with adoration now clouded with something darker.
"1p.m." He answers finally, not looking you in the eyes as he clears his throat when the words he tried to speak came out choked.
1 pm.
As you bring your shaking hand up to check the time on your phone, you can't help but feel the tears collecting behind your eyes; you try to hide it with a smile.
It's a little embarrassing on your side, not to him but yourself, how until then- till the very last hour, you thought you might have a chance. But a deal was a deal, and you had mere minutes before Osamu Miya leaves you, for good.
For another girl.
The thought alone has your heart hammering your chest in pain, a feeling that has you feeling dizzy bubbles in your stomach, makes you think you might be sick.
You knew this day was going to come- why are you crying now? You knew it was inevitable, the day you'd bid the man goodbye, without as much as hugging him, you knew it from the day you agreed to his deal.
Play the role of Osamu Miya's girlfriend until his fans stop harassing the girl he actually likes.
It was- is unfair how stoic and uncaring he was as he spoke the words that night, the night you had confessed to him, admitted to your feelings you couldn't hide- it's unfair how his lips had quirked so slightly as he stressed the word actually, how beautiful he looked as the tinted moonlight reflected off of his hair.
"And, what do you say?" His smile had you feeling your first real heartbreak- never the last with Osamu Miya in your life. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
It was unfair; despite knowing it all, how he couldn't care less about what you felt, how he was only saving his ass and the girl he actually liked, you had agreed.
"Only till the end of the semester, till my last game."
And you knew you did, only because of your stupid little heart, hiding that belief that you might- somehow, maybe, perhaps- make Osamu Miya fall for you, instead.
How naive, how stupid.
You thought you could have your happy ending- make the prince fall for the slightly awkward main girl. And you couldn't help but smile as you thought your situation resembled cinderella's just a little.
After all, despite it being all but a rotting lie under the glamorous love of Osamu Miya, he still made you happy. You had what you wanted, you had what you wished for, and as prince Charming found cinderella in the end, you had hoped, so secretly, that maybe your lie would come true, as well.
But as he starts packing his bag, getting ready for the game, you can only laugh at that hope.
Cinderella your ass, you really want to be Mufasa from lion king right now, as you watch Osamu leave the room without as much as glancing at you- his fake girlfriend of a few months, as you knew he was going to the game, where he was finally going to announce his real relationship with the pretty girl, waiting to cheer his name, as loud as she can.