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努力は夢中に勝てない。 18 | infj-t

[tsukiwukizz]

tsuki writes!

𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻

she/her | 18 | infj-t | a BIG jjk/haikyuu/death note/kny/apothecary diaries fan

i mostly write for jjk, planning to write for more. mdni

reqs are NOT open atm:) feel free to dm me tho!

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼

[espresso1patronum]

𝜗ৎtoji isn’t really the thoughtful type.

not in the way that remembers anniversaries or buys little gifts “just because.” he loves you, sure—but he also forgets where he put his keys half the time and thinks romance is just staying instead of leaving.

so you never expected much.

never expected flowers. never expected surprises. never expected anything, really.

which is why it catches you off guard when he comes home one evening, drops his jacket on the chair, and wordlessly tosses something onto the table in front of you.

it’s a keychain.

cheap. plastic. a tiny panda with slightly too-big eyes and a round little tummy.

you blink. once. twice.

“…what’s this?” you ask, picking it up carefully, like it might disappear.

toji shrugs, already heading for the fridge. “saw it.”

that’s it. no explanation.

you look at him, then back at the panda. it’s kind of stupid. kind of cute. very random.

you’re about to tease him when he adds, almost reluctantly, “reminded me of you.”

you freeze. because aw.

“the eyes,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, not looking at you. “and… it’s got that little belly thing going on.”

your heart does something embarrassing and traitorous.

you stand up, walk over to him, still holding the keychain. “you think i look like a panda?”

he hums. “cute. soft. looks harmless but probably isn’t.”

you laugh, and before he can react, you lean up and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

toji stiffens like he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“…what was that for?” he mutters.

you smile, looping the keychain onto your bag like it’s the most precious thing you own. “nothing. just… thanks.”

he watches you for a second longer than necessary, then turns away, ears faintly red.

yeah. maybe he doesn’t always care in obvious ways.

but somehow, this—this stupid little panda—means everything.

[tsukiwukizz]

fratboy!gojo x f!reader | mdni♡.

fratboy!gojo was the kind of guy you learned to admire from a distance.

everyone knew him. everyone talked about him. loud, annoying, pretty in a way that felt unfair. he walked around campus like he owned the place, like the world would bend if he asked it to.

you never talked to him.

not really.

you’d been in love with him since your first semester, quietly and stupidly. the kind of crush you never confessed, never acted on. you watched him from across lecture halls, from the corner of cafes, pretending your heart didn’t trip every time he laughed.

so when the invite came, you thought it was a fucking joke.

a party at his frat house. his name at the top of the message. casual, like he invited people like you all the time. but he didn't.

you didn’t know he’d noticed you at all. not the way you kept to yourself, not the way you pretended not to see him. every time you looked away, it only made him look harder. it stuck with him more than he liked to admit.

fratboy!gojo had sworn he wouldn’t chase anyone. not when his ego told him people would come to him anyway.

until you walked into his party.

red lace clung to you, equal parts soft and unapologetic and the dress was short, hugging you just enough to make his brain stall. he stopped mid-laugh, cup frozen in his hand, eyes locked on you like the rest of the room had disappeared.

shit.

his thoughts went fuzzy. the confidence was gone, and the rules long forgotten. all he could focus on was you, and how many people were looking.

fratboy!gojo had to excuse himself from his friends to go greet another guest. that was what he told them, anyway. he did it all the time.

he didn’t.

fuck.

for the first time, his mind came up blank. he was good at ending conversations, not starting them. flirting was easy when he didn’t care.

he stopped in front of you, smile already in place, like it always was. “may i say you look beautiful tonight?”

the words left his mouth and he cringed internally. corny, way too honest. but he kept smiling as you thanked him. but your insides were burning because holy shit, you never thought he’d look at you like this. never thought he’d say something like that to you. and suddenly, standing this close to satoru, you weren’t sure what to do with the feeling at all.

fratboy!gojo cursed himself for every time he’d wanted to talk to you on campus and didn’t. because right now, standing this close to you, you were more distracting than he knew how to handle.

it had to be the drinks. that was the only explanation he could come up with.

you didn’t really remember how you ended up in his room.

one second you were still at the party, music blasting through the walls, and the next you were sprawled across his lap. his hands were firm on your thighs, grounding you there as his mouth dragged wet, open kisses along your neck. slow and messy. like he had nowhere else to be.

and he didn’t.

fratboy!gojo stopped caring about the party the moment your fingers slipped to tug at the hem of his shirt. “eager, are we?” he teased, eyebrow lifting.

your mind was already short-circuited. all you could do was nod, dumb and honest, as he pushed your dress up and slid the lace down your legs. his fingers hovered just for a second— long enough to make you ache, before sinking deep inside your core.

when he pulled them back out, slick and shining, he didn’t hesitate. he brought them to his mouth, tongue slow as he licked your essence off his fingers like it was something he’d been craving all night.

fratboy!gojo felt pathetic for how gone he was. he’d never been this pussy drunk on someone.

yet there he was, on his knees between your thighs, hands gripping you like he needed the anchor. his face buried into you, tongue working without restraint, licking and cleaning you up like nothing else mattered. like he could drown there and be happy.

your face twisted with pleasure because fuck— no one had ever eaten you out like this. no one had ever made your body react so fast, so helplessly.

the knock on the door was loud and annoying. someone yelling about checking on the dj.

“i’m kinda very busy here,” he shot back without looking up.

you tugged at him anyway, breathless, telling him he could go.

he looked genuinely disappointed. the night ending so abruptly clearly didn’t sit right with him. still, he smirked, brushing his thumb along your thigh as he stood.

said he wouldn’t mind eating you out during class sometime.

that earned him a sharp glare.

his laugh followed you as he left the room.

[tsukiwukizz]

save a cow..get milked by the milkman!

milkman!choso x f!reader mdni

you often wonder how a few harmless interactions with your neighbor ended with you lying flat on your stomach on your living room floor, being fucked senseless by none other than your milkman—choso kamo.

maybe it was his weary eyes, always rimmed dark with exhaustion. or the way his gaze lingered a little too long whenever he accidentally delivered extra bottles of milk to your door. you never expected that one day, you’d be the one getting milked instead.

his thrusts grew deeper, rougher, pulling pathetic breathy sounds from your lips as your body pressed helplessly into the floor. you’re already soaked, slick pooling beneath you as his fingers slip between your thighs, spreading you open before he brings them to his mouth without hesitation. his tongue curls around his digits as he tastes you.

“much more delicious than any milk i’ve had,” he murmurs against your ear.

heat floods your face, shame curling with pleasure as your body tightens around his cock, milking him so well it makes your vision blur.

you should fucking hate this, but you don't and that's what makes it a hundred times better.

choso’s hand fists in your hair, pulling you back just enough to arch your spine, forcing you to feel every slow, deliberate movement. his other hand slides down your stomach, steadying you, holding you exactly where he wants you.

“relax,” he says quietly. “let me take care of it.”

you nod, too far gone to do anything else, stars bursting behind your eyes as he drives you right to the edge.

when it’s over, he looks impossibly calm—like this was just another delivery. he licks his fingers slowly, as if savoring the best meal of his life, before standing and fixing his milkman hat. he zips his pants, already turning toward the door.

“delivery tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder. “eight p.m. don’t be busy.”

that's not my neighbor au? holy shit i wanted to write choso as francis mosses for so long. it's not the best but i hope ya'll liked it!!