I JUST PUT ON LIP GLOSS

I JUST PUT ON LIP GLOSS

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character/s: tsukishima kei x f!reader, iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, miya osamu x f!reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: none

gwen’s notes 🤍: not proofread. currently experiencing miya osamu brain rot.

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tsukishima kei is petty. so when you reel back from his kiss, he instantly frowns with an eyebrow raised and a look of disbelief. how dare you shy away from his kiss? you laugh dismissively, bringing a small mirror up higher to admire your reflection, lightly touching up your face. "sorry, babe. i just put on lip gloss." he stares at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and scoffing, annoyed. you think nothing of it until later when you try to cling onto his arm and nuzzle to his side and he all but peels himself away from you. you pout. tsukishima gives you a mocking, childish look. "sorry, babe i just put on cologne. i don't want you rubbing on the scent." "that doesn't make any sense," you laugh. he narrows his eyes at you before clicking his tongue and looking away. "well since i can't kiss you, you shouldn't be able to touch me," he grumbles. but his eyes widen in surprise when you quickly stand on the tips of your toes to place a fat, juicy kiss on his cheek, giggling manically at your antics. he frowns, feeling the stickiness but you stand to place more kisses all over his face. "alright, alright! damn," he pushes you away, palm on your face. "fine, i get it. you can stop being annoying now." you happily skip towards him, successfully hooking your arms together while you watch him struggle to wipe it off. you did offer him makeup wipes after a good few minutes of him struggling.

iwaizumi hajime cannot get his hands off of you especially when you look that good. he can barely wait for you to get settled in his passenger seat so that he could finally kiss those sweet lips of yours. to his disappointment, you gently push him off and smile apologetically. "why, what's the matter, angel?" he asks, puzzled. he watches you reach for the sun visor, flipping it open to peak at your reflection in the tiny mirror, fluffing up your hair and lashes a little bit. "i just put lip gloss on," you giggle, eyes still trailed on the mirror above your head. in a swift motion, he clasps your cheeks between his hand and turns your head to face him. he leans in to give you a kiss which startles you at first but melt into nonetheless. you point to his now shiny lips when you pull away, a wide smile etched on your face. “how do i look?” he jokes before reaching for some tissues to wipe off the gloss smeared all over his mouth. “pretty,” you chirp, tilting your head to the side to admire him. “i can’t promise i won’t mess up your lip gloss again. you look too pretty to resist.” he gives you a brief side glance, winking at you and sporting a boyish grin before he drives off. you sink further into your seat as you feel your cheeks heat up with his remarks.

miya osamu is petty (2). the bell rings as you enter the restaurant and he’s practically pouncing on you, not even thinking about how a customer could walk right through the door at any second. he tries to kiss you but you explain to him you don’t want to mess up your lips. he frowns at you, a childish pout ever so slightly noticeable on his lips. “your vanity is more important than my kisses?” he challenges overdramatically, wrapping two strong arms around you. “yes,” you chuckle, earning a whine from him. he leans his head on your shoulder. “please, just one,” he tries again, lifting his head up and mustering the cutest puppy dog eyes as he juts his lips out. you stick your tongue out, causing him to push himself off of you with a huff. “fine, but don’t think i would serve you any onigiris for that.” your mouth gapes open in disbelief. “what? if you don’t want to kiss me, you must not want to eat,” he smirks triumphantly, watching you make a fuss. he throws a white towel over his shoulder, making his way back into the kitchen. “nooo,” you whine padding after him. “i’ll give you kisses, i’m sorry.” you feel him chuckle as you press your cheek against his back and barely wrap your arms around his torso. he could almost see you pout even with his back turned to you. “good.” he turns to face you, plopping his black baseball hat onto your head before giving you a smug kiss.

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had a collection of drawings of these 3 snuggling and had to make a comic out of it

so im finally watching jjk and gojo is over a foot taller than me and all i can think about is gojo size kink gojo size kink gojo size kink !! if you’re up for it, i would love if you were to write something for this

gojo x gn!reader • nsfw (size kink + oral + penetration) a/n: omg he's over a foot taller than me too sjghfjsk

gojo loves how much smaller you are than him. don't get me wrong, he doesn't think you're weak or anything because of your height, he knows you can handle yourself. hell, you've put him in his place before.

but he loves teasing you about your size. always comparing hand sizes, encircling your wrist with literally two fingers, resting his arm on your head when you're next to him. he loves it.

but where he loves it the most? the bedroom.

there's just something about watching you struggle. whether it's the way your mouth can barely fit around him, drool slipping from the sides as you look up at him with teary eyes, clearly frustrated that you can't take more of him, but trying your very best to make him feel good.

he's a real sucker for those puppy dog eyes of yours when you look up at him. he'll bring a large hand down and depending on how he's feeling he'll either gently hold your cheek or grab your throat.

"aw you poor little thing, can't fit any more of me in that tiny little mouth of yours?" he chuckles, clearly aroused, by the way he's throbbing in your mouth. "that's okay baby, always know how to make me feel good anyway, don't you? my perfect little pet. "

or the way your face scrunches up in a mixture of pleasure and pain when he first bottoms out. you, feeling as full as ever, him, feeling so wrapped up he could choke.

then, when you finally get used to his size––barely, and he can finally, finally pound the shit out of your tight hole, gasps and whines ripping from your throat as you cling to him desperately.

there's a grin on his face the whole time he's fucking you, he looks almost feral, in awe and so turned on by the way you're struggling to take him, walls wrapped around him and squeezing his cock so tight he could burst.

he goes from rutting into you, one hand on your waist or neck, holding you as you bounce up and down the bed from the power of his thrusts, to holding you with both hands, bouncing you back and forth himself on his cock, your back not even touching the bed anymore.

and he can't resist teasing you, definitely not then.

"god you can barely take it, can you?"

"you crying baby, it feels that good? so good that it hurts?"

"this big cock is too much for you to handle isn't it honey?"

"that's it just lay there and let me use your pretty little hole for my pleasure. so fucking good for me."

so yeah, gojo definitely loves that you're so much smaller than him.

LEAVE A TIP <3 (if you’d like)

[9:38AM]

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It was unusual enough for you to have woken up to an empty bed, but the position of the sunbeams shining directly on your face tells you that you were granted the rare opportunity to sleep in.

The warmth of the rumpled and empty bedsheets beside you indicate that Atsumu wasn’t too far ahead, and you lazily climb out of your comforter.

Your slippers hardly made any noise as you dragged your feet down the hardwood staircase, but the yawn that crawled from out of your throat had echoed throughout the hallways.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped foot into the kitchen were the two mugs that sat forgotten beside the coffee maker. Specks of ground coffee littered your kitchen counter, and you would have been upset if not for the nutty aroma of your favorite morning blend permeating in the air.

The second thing you noticed was Atsumu staring out the glass sliding door that led into the backyard. His back was facing you, but you could see his shoulders shaking in time with the coffee bubbling into the pitcher.

“Atsumu…?” You slowly approached your husband, but he paid you no mind. His attention was focused solely on the scene playing in your backyard, and it was only when you step beside your husband did you finally understand.

A soft glowing warmth bloomed within your heart as you watched your son playing in the grass, his father’s blue and yellow volleyball bouncing up and down his forearms. The ball was nearly half his size, but he took to it easily, and from the corner of your eye, Atsumu’s lips quiver. You laugh quietly when the ball hits his arms at an odd angle, effectively flying to the other side of the yard.

You turn and rub your hand in circles around Atsumu’s back, smiling softly at the silent tears that were freely spilling down his cheeks.

“There, there,” you say quietly, and Atsumu brings a hand up to cover his mouth.

You smile up at him gently as you pull the sliding door open, the wheels clattering against the track loudly catching the attention of your son.

“Sweetheart, want to come in for some breakfast?” You call out, and the soft pout on your son’s lips had made him look more like his father than he ever has.

“Later,” his tiny voice called back, nearly hitting his face as he attempted to do an overhand pass.

“Dad! Can you teach me how to serve?”

Atsumu buries his face on the side of your neck, and you pat his head as he lets out a sob. You chuckle when you begin to feel his tears soak your shirt, and he attempts to let out a garbled confirmation.

Your son stares back at you oddly as you begin to wrap your arms around your husband.

“Your dad says he’ll be out there in a second!”

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🚥 LITTLE THINGS THAT TURN HIM ON 🚥

Characters - Tobio, Bokuto, Suna, Atsumu, and Osamu

Cw - NSFW, TimeSkip!, Fem! Reader, Established Relationships, Mentions of marriage and gender roley things, Petty Arguing, Dom Atsumu?, Implied creampie?, the rest is gucci -.^

A/n ~ I’m really liking this format I’ve been doing lately hehe, but also I always change my mind so 🤷🏽‍♀️

TOBIO [wearing his gifts]

If you proudly flaunt any jewelry or gifts he has gotten you without question it always causes him to twitch

When he sees you smiling so happily with the dainty necklace he purchased the year before around your neck he can’t help but want to watch it glisten as he slams into you repeatedly

Don’t even get him started when he sees you flashing your girlfriends the big 13 carrot engagement ring on your left hand too…

Seeing you constantly displaying his material gifts of affection makes more than just his chest swell with pride

BOKUTO [playing house + housewife]

Whether you guys are married or just dating he loves the whole feeling of coming home to his little wife. Having you cook, clean, and take care of all his needs makes him want to award you for being such a good wifey

Seeing you baking in a little apron or you primping his clothes for work or even greeting him warmly at the door has him slinging you over his shoulder for whatever round you guys left on from the night before

He can’t help but lose control when you both play the traditional husband and wife roles, it just does something to him on the inside

You hold down the fort while he makes the money, then when it’s time to come home he makes your eyes cross for taking such good care of him

SUNA [looking at him + smelling good + existing]

Despite how the media portrays Suna to be a very cool and mysterious athlete he is actually the biggest simp to none other than you

When he comes home and tells you about his day and looks up only to see you listening so intently and completely focused on him… he can’t help but lose track of his sentence in favor of bending you over the couch

Or when you both are innocently cuddling to watch a movie but your hair just smells so fragrant and sweet—of course now he’s going to want to bury his face into your neck and grind into you from behind

It may be such little and minuscule things but he just really likes you—everything thing about you actually. So you’ll just have to deal with him literally getting turned on from you just simply existing all the time <3

ATSUMU [arguing + attitude]

He loves a woman who gives him trouble. He loves the attitude, the rolling of the eyes, and the constant petty fights. He loves the spunk and the duality of how he can turn you into a moaning mess into a matter of minutes despite your earlier disrespect

Whether you got on his case for glancing at another girl or kissed your teeth when you didn’t want to listen to him explain, he just couldn’t help the little devil horns that poked from his head. He’ll gladly take the role of putting you in your place and he knows that’s what you really wanted in the first place anyways

So when you wake up the next morning, voice and body completely fatigued from the onslaught of his pleasure, he couldn’t help but smirk

You both will utter sweet apologies for the stupid argument—then the next week the cycle will repeat all over again

OSAMU [acrylic nails + loving his food]

If he had to tap into his life savings biweekly just to make sure you always had your nails done he’d do it . He didn’t mind the color or shape but he just loved how they made your hands look and wanted them digging into his skin at the end of the day

He’d often catch himself looking over your hands and slightly admiring the artistry before his mind starts imagining how they’d look around his dick

Also whenever he sees you dramatically groan at the taste of his cooking; the slight pinking of his ears and the jumping of his cock sounds off like clockwork. Seeing you enjoy it so much drives him mad

If he makes you food and you don’t overly show how good it is then he starts to think he did a bad job. He loves when you make it known how tasty his kitchen skills are to you

But make sure not to eat too much—he wants to be the one who gets to fill you up properly afterwards [courtesy of the chef]

A/n ~ I tried to think of some things out of the box of what you’d normally see so hopefully you enjoy them! Also I wrote “he can’t help” like a millions times 😭 @bunny-xoxo @sunatooru

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