#funny prank

[fool4youxo]

Different Types

Summary : Checking to see if Joe will grunt when he picks you up

Warnings : swearing, mentions of previous sex

Your husband loved to hold you, to hug you, kiss you or simply hold hands but he never carried you. Truthfully being carried wasn’t something that typically happens in day to day life but for the past few days you have been curious. 

Would Joe grunt when picking you up?

You decided it was time to test your question on a Saturday morning. The light from the sun shone through the window hitting the white bedsheets that you lay in. You and Joe were planning to go out for breakfast today, a nice cafe to just relax after a long week. 

You had already done your makeup and changed into an outfit but Joe was still in the bathroom. You had made your way back onto the bed, legs smooth under the cool blankets as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. 

The sound of the shower turning off was your sign. You quickly stood up and placed your phone in the hallway, turning it at an angle so you could see into the full bedroom before walking back to the bed and laying down flat. 

Pulling the covers up you sunk into the bed, making yourself appear lazy and tired. You lay there for a while, waiting patiently for your husband to exit the bathroom and see you. 

The door opened with a creak and you slowly moved your head to see Joe walking out in a light grey sweater and some jeans. He smiled when he saw you and walked over placing and hand on your shoulder. 

“Cmon baby lets go” 

You groan and shake your head, pressing your cheek further into the pillow. Joe looks at you gently, tilting his head before sighing with a smile. 

“We have to get to breakfast” 

“I know, see I got ready and then I got in the bed and well-“ 

You cut yourself off and sprawl out on the bed, extending your arms to show Joe how comfortable it is. As much of a prank as this was you couldn’t deny this was a very very comfortable one. 

Joe laughs at this before grabbing the blankets and pulling them off you, leaving you exposed to the cold air in the room. You gasp dramatically and go to reach for the blankets but Joe stops you. 

“While I love how comfortable you look Im going to need you to get up”

“Nope”

“Yup”

“Nuh uh” 

You shake your head with a pout before Joe rolls his eyes playfully and leans over you, hands flexing on the side of the bed as he puts his weight on his arms. 

“Ill just have to carry you then”

Your eyes widen as you feel his arms slip under your head and behind your knees, picking you up bridal style right off the bed. He pauses once he has lifted you to look down into your eyes. 

Your mouth is gaped open and he is just smiling, clearly finding this amusing. 

“You just- you didn’t even- I-“

Joe lets out a laugh and kisses your nose quickly before turning around and beginning to walk out of the room before you place your hand on his bicep.

“You didn’t even grunt or anything”

“Baby I have been training for this moment”

“You what?”

“Babe every single time I see you naked I pick you up, this is just a different scenario and different style of carrying you”

“JOE KEERY”

“Not my fault!”

You bury your head into his chest to hide your blush as Joe continues to walk out of the room, pausing again infront of the camera when he spots it. 

“You filmed this”

“Whatttt noooo”

“I mean now they all know we fuck while I carry you”

“Oh dear lord” 

Comments: 

“That man is feral”

“Hes so cute when he sees you on the bed though!”

“Knowing Joe Kerry likes to fuck while holding you is something else”

[frontmansdefender]

MAYBE I’M ACTUALLY MEAN BUT I’VE BEEN LAUGHING AND WHEEZING FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES 😭

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[urumashunistheonlyone]

mischievous morning

pairing: giyu tomioka x reader

genre: humor, fluff, lighthearted mischief, slice of life

warnings: mild suggestiveness, teasing humor and chaotic trio energy

synopsis: because even the calmest man can’t escape a perfectly placed prank.

the morning sunlight spilled gently through the sliding shoji doors, streaking across the wooden floorboards of giyu tomioka’s room. he was methodically tying his uniform, his movements quiet and steady, not in a rush but not wasting time either. he always woke early, rising before the others, preparing himself to train without distraction. his silence was comforting, the kind of stillness that felt unshakable.

you, however, had other plans. curled on the futon, you peeked from beneath the blanket, watching him button up his haori with the kind of stoic concentration he always carried. you smirked to yourself, clutching something soft and lacy in your hand—your so-called lucky panties. a ridiculous idea, maybe, but you liked to think they brought you good fortune, and more importantly, you liked the thought of him unknowingly carrying them through his day.

you waited until he slipped on his uniform pants and turned his back to tie his belt. soundless as a shadow, you padded across the floor and quickly slipped the panties into the pocket of his haori. you stifled your laugh with your hand, your shoulders shaking. he glanced over his shoulder when he felt the movement, but you were already back under the covers, pretending to be half-asleep.

“hm,” he muttered softly, eyes narrowing for a moment. but then he let it go.

by the time he left for training, you were biting your lip into your pillow, trying not to burst out laughing.

—

hours later, the training field echoed with the sound of blades clashing, grunts of effort, and the rhythmic pounding of feet against the dirt. giyu stood composed in the center, sparring with tanjiro while zenitsu and inosuke bickered nearby. his sword glinted in the sunlight, movements sharp and precise as always.

“your breathing—focus more on the rhythm,” he instructed tanjiro calmly, stepping back to correct his stance.

tanjiro wiped sweat from his brow, nodding. “yes, giyu-san!” he was always earnest, always eager to learn, but his face was flushed, his breathing ragged from the effort. after a few more exchanges, he paused, bowing respectfully. “giyu-san, may i borrow a handkerchief? i forgot mine.”

without hesitation, giyu reached into his pocket. his expression didn’t shift, his focus still on tanjiro’s footing. he pulled out the first fabric his fingers touched, lifting it to hand over.

the moment it dangled between his fingers, silence crashed across the field.

tanjiro froze. zenitsu’s jaw nearly hit the ground. inosuke tilted his head like a confused animal, blinking rapidly. and there, in giyu’s hand, fluttering slightly in the breeze, were your panties.

delicate. lacy. unmistakably not a handkerchief.

giyu blinked at them once. then again. his eyes narrowed, confusion flickering just slightly in the corners of his otherwise impassive face. “...”

“G-GIYUU-SAN?!” zenitsu shrieked, his face exploding into crimson. “W-WH-WHAT ARE THOSE?! WHY ARE THOSE IN YOUR POCKET?!”

tanjiro’s mouth opened and closed, unable to speak, cheeks glowing pink as he tried desperately not to look. inosuke, however, leaned closer with wide eyes. “what is that? is that some kind of… new breathing cloth?!”

“idiot!” zenitsu shouted, clutching his head. “those are p-panties! GIRL’S PANTIES!”

giyu, still holding them aloft, looked down at the scrap of fabric with the same stoicism one might reserve for a particularly odd leaf stuck to their shoe. no outward fluster, no blush, no stammer—just that same maddening calm.

“…wrong pocket,” he said simply, sliding the panties back into his haori and retrieving an actual handkerchief from the other side. he handed it to tanjiro as though nothing had happened.

tanjiro took it with shaking hands, his entire face scarlet. “th-thank you, giyu-san,” he squeaked, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the dirt.

zenitsu was practically wailing. “wrong pocket he says! WRONG POCKET! do you hear yourself?! you’re carrying them around like—like—oh god, i can’t even—!”

inosuke crossed his arms, tilting his head again. “what’s the problem? if it’s lucky, maybe it gives him strength. i want some too.”

“NO, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!” zenitsu screeched, lunging at him. “YOU CAN’T JUST—”

giyu ignored them both. his eyes lingered on the horizon, his expression steady, though the faintest twitch of his brow betrayed the weight of realization. he hadn’t put them there. which meant only one person could have.

and back at the estate, you were probably laughing yourself sick.

he exhaled slowly, adjusting his haori and sheathing his blade. “enough,” he said firmly to the group, his tone commanding quiet. “focus on training.”

but his fingers brushed briefly against the pocket where the fabric rested, his stoic face hiding the faintest warmth creeping to his ears.

back at the estate, you were sprawled on the futon when the door slammed open. giyu stepped inside, silent as always, but his eyes fixed on you like a blade.

you blinked up at him innocently. “back already?”

he reached into his pocket, pulled out the panties, and tossed them onto your lap. “don’t do that again.”

you smothered a laugh, sitting up and holding them to your chest. “you found them.”

“in front of the boys,” he said flatly. “they all saw.”

that made you laugh harder, doubling over as you imagined tanjiro’s red face, zenitsu’s screaming, inosuke’s confusion. “oh no, poor giyu—”

“this isn’t funny.” his tone was serious, but his ears were still faintly pink.

you leaned toward him, still smiling. “did you think about me at least? during training?”

he hesitated, jaw tightening. his silence was answer enough.

“see?” you teased, kissing his cheek lightly. “then my plan worked. they’re lucky panties, after all.”

he sighed, turning his face away, but he didn’t pull from your touch. “…you’re insufferable.”

“and you love me,” you said, grinning as you tucked the panties back into his pocket for later.

his silence this time wasn’t denial.

[ohdiosblog]

No tener madre nivel: épico!

Ay chiamo!

[iwishuweredead]

imagine silently sneaking behind sammy when he’s sitting on the edge of the bed after taking his post-shift shower (he thought you were asleep), putting him in a headlock and telling him " surrender or face the consequences " he giggles and says that he’ll choose to face the consequences so you fucking kill him 😍

[iluvjuicybooty]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Don't Play With Moms!!

[watdefuks]

😷🥹🤣

[randominteresting]

Scottish reporter tricked into wearing protection from Australian drop bears.