#tortasks

☆ gives you head like he’s starved, it’s his favorite.

☆ i think he’d try to be strict with you, but ultimately just a few sweet words and a plea from you has him forgetting about punishing you.

☆ maybe a bit into outdoor sex, or at least semi public like on the ship or something.

☆ ^^ if you accompany him and the crew on a trip, then definitely fucks you when no one’s around, wherever he can.

☆ won’t specifically ask for head, but he definitely enjoys it when you give it.

☆ his hands are constantly on you when he’s inside you. either holding your hips or your hands.

☆ big praiser. he praises you over anything.

☆ favorite position is missionary so he can (lightly) tease you about the cute faces you make.

☆ his stamina is pretty okay, can go two rounds pretty easily. when he’s just seeing you after a long expedition though, he’s a bit more eager, so he can handle a couple more than usual.

☆ hair pulling perhaps…? (his)

☆ likes giving you hickeys because you always complain about them. i don’t think he‘d make them in a visible spot since he prefers to keep stuff like that more private.

☆ he likes receiving hickeys too, just also not in visible spots.

☆ covers your mouth if you guys are trying to be sneaky. he may love your noises, but he isn’t too fond of getting caught in the act.

☆ isn’t too freaky with sex toys, but definitely enjoys vibrators on you, or on him.

☆ not too keen on hurting you or degrading you, and doesn’t really care to try it either.

☆ makes you cum first, he feels unaccomplished if he doesn’t.

☆ says "i love you" at least three times while fucking.

☆ favorite place to do it is in the bed since it’s the most comfortable, especially for cuddling afterwards.

☆ could give you head for hours, if you let him. sure, his jaw starts aching after a while, but he hardly notices, he’s too drunk off you.

☆ likes sucking your nipples too, but you have to push him away after a few minutes cus he goes too rough and they start to hurt.

☆ i think he cums pretty fast, especially if you’re using your mouth. he can last surprisingly long while fucking you, but he’s a goner when it comes to you sucking him off.

☆ his cock is leaky, always leaving a wet patch on his boxers when he’s too riled up. started wearing black ones so you can’t see the stain and stop teasing him about it.

☆ mixture of praising and degrading, just depends how you’re acting that day. ;)

☆ he gets very trembly after cumming, and almost always intentionally collapses on top of you just to hear you complain about how heavy and sweaty he is.

☆ he tries to make sure you finish first, but he just gets too excited sometimes!! he’s picturing your little hole all stuffed with his cum, he can’t help but lose control. :(

YAMAGUCHI

☆ i feel like he’s able to recognize the signs of bullying because he went through the same things when he was younger… and maybe because of tsukishima as well.

☆ he isn’t a fan of anyone talking to you in a nasty way, and he wants to stick up for you because he was grateful when tsukki stuck up for him all those years ago. he wants to be like that for someone else too.

☆ i think he’d be more subtle about it than tsukishima though. maybe not direct insults to her, but definitely would whisper and giggle about her and make it obvious. shit talks behind her back 100%.

☆ he compliments you every day anyway, so there’s no need to feel insecure about some random girl that’s being rude for no reason. though he can’t even fathom how anyone would dislike you. he tries to just take up all your free time during practice so she’s not even able to get a word in.

KENMA

☆ definitely notices pretty quickly. he’s practically always looking at you, he’s got a staring problem. he’s watching you everytime she says something, and he sees the way you frown and grow awkward, trying to laugh off whatever she said. it makes him annoyed, you’re prefect in his eyes. people like that piss him off.

☆ he wouldn’t directly say anything, but he’d drag you off whenever she tries to talk to you. if he’s not able to, he advises you to basically ignore her unless it’s manager stuff about the team.

you heard your office door slam, causing you to whip your head around. you were met with an annoyed scaramouche pacing right towards you. a small sigh left your lips, what was he mad about this time? scaramouche often came to rant to you about whatever incompetent subordinate pissed him off, so you simply took a seat and waited for him to start talking.

“can you believe how pathetic some people are? not being able to follow simple instructions.” he dramatically plopped down in the seat next to you with a grunt. you stayed quiet and eyed him, waiting for him to continue. he didn’t, much to your surprise, and just glared right back at you.

“at least you’re slightly less idiotic than the rest,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, but you heard him anyway. your brows furrowed, “slightly?” you questioned. he looked at you expectedly, “yes, slightly,” came his reply.

“is that supposed to be a compliment?” you argued, a slight edge in your voice. he looked taken aback at your response before his lips came up in a scowl. he opened his mouth to deny— or confirm— you couldn’t tell. and apparently neither could he, because he closed his mouth back with a look of doubt in his eyes. “archons, scaramouche.” you sighed, looking back at the work you needed to finish soon— that was assigned by him.

“hey! i’m not done talking yet,” he snapped, putting his elbow up on your desk to fully turn towards you. “well i’m done listening, go away.” these types of random arguments were normal between the two of you, thanks to scaramouche’s smart mouth.

“it’s part of your job to listen to me,” he retorted, causing you to roll your eyes. “no it’s my job to get this paperwork done… for you.” this caused him to scoff and cross his arms. “i don’t need you to get it done, i’ll make someone else do it.”

“then what am i even getting paid for?” you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his childishness, finally leaning away from your desk and looking him in the eye. “to talk to me.” he reasoned, staring you right back in the eyes with full seriousness. “why is that my job?” you teased, wanting to annoy him further.

“because i like—“ you watched as he clamped his mouth shut and his eyes widen a fraction. your eyebrows instantly raised in curiosity and you sat up straight in your seat. “like what? like talking to me?” you pressed, trying to get him to finish his statement.

he was quiet for a moment, clearly racking through his brain for an excuse. after a few beats, he averted your gaze, “you’re tolerable,” he stated. his reply made you smile. you could read in between the lines, but you wanted him to say it to your face.

“is that how you really feel?” you quipped. a curt nod came from him, and he still wouldn’t look at you. his heart was racing but he would not allow a blush rise to his cheeks. he knew what you were doing, he knew you knew, but he refused to stoop so low as to confess, right now.

“just drop it, you’re ruining my bad mood,” he argued. you quietly stared at him, waiting for him to finally look at you. once he heard your silence, he gathered enough courage to steal a glance.

when he saw you staring with such a soft look in your eyes, he couldn’t help the loving feelings that engulfed him. he had to bite his bottom lip from spilling his guts right there and then. your lips opened at the silent declaration of love he just poured out to you in a single look.

“it’s okay, scaramouche, you don’t have to say it. i love you too.”

scaramouche’s face morphed into confusion when he saw the stand you had suggested the two of you eat at. it was a joint with mostly spicy food, which he did not like, and he assumed you didn’t either.

“it’s all spicy food you know.” he replied, dismissing the idea and looking for somewhere else to eat. but his eyes snapped back to your form when you answered.

“i know, cmon!” you tugged on his hand that was intertwined with yours and led him towards the stand. he was making a sour face as you dragged him along.

“uhm… are you sure?” he asked, clearly trying to get you to change your mind. he refused to tell you he couldn’t handle anything spicy to save his life.

“of course, one of my favorite dishes is served here.” you were smiling, clearly eager and excited to get served the delicious food. scaramouche’s stomach dropped at your statement. you liked spicy food? since when?!

the dread still lingered strong in his stomach once the two of you got seated. he looked over every dish on the menu, but he deemed everything too hot for him. he knew if he ate anything from here he’d sputter and choke, being forced to down his glass of water. he’d never live it down if you found out how much he despises these types of foods.

“what are you gonna order, kuni?” when his eyes met yours, he saw the excitement inside them. he didn’t want to ruin your fun just because of his silly food preferences.

“how about i just pick off your plate? i’m not that hungry.” he shrugged, lazily gesturing his hand at you. of course, he had zero intentions of actually eating anything in this establishment.

your brows furrowed, “are you sure?” he nodded, easily convincing you that he wasn’t eating simply because he wasn’t hungry and not at all because he can’t bare to stomach these types of dishes. when your ordered food finally arrived at the table, he cringed. he could smell the spice from his seat across from you, it made his nose scrunch and eyes slightly water. but those watery eyes soon widened with shock as you easily dug into the borderline toxic food.

he sat and watched you eat without a single reaction or sip of water. how the hell? scaramouche’s eyes were trained on your face, searching for even a slight color difference to show that you weren’t as immune to this dish as you let on. yet… nothing, he saw nothing that indicated that your mouth was burning in discomfort.

once you realized he was just staring at you and not eating, you raised your eyes to look at him. his look of astonishment made you smile. you poked your fork into a piece of the dish before holding it out to him.

“here, have a bite.” your smile was gentle and made butterflies erupt in his stomach. how could he say no? it probably wasn’t that spicy, seeing your lack of reaction. he hesitantly opened his mouth to bite the food off your fork. however, as soon as he felt the bite hit his tongue, his mouth erupted with a burning sensation. on instinct, he opened his mouth and let the piece drop onto a napkin before grabbing his drink. his cheeks were tinted pink and his face was morphed into a pained expression.

you didn’t mean to laugh, really, but he just looked so funny having a coughing fit over a tiny bite. you certainly didn’t expect him to have such a low tolerance to spice, he really should’ve said something! a glare was shot your way as soon as your giggles met his ears.

“so… you don’t like spicy food i assume?” you teased, voice pleasantly amused. he scoffed in response, opting to keep the ice cube he had fished out from his cup pressed to his tongue. archons, he was so embarrassed.

“alright well let me finish this, then we can go get you some food you like.” you reasoned, trying to cheer him up. you got a sigh and a mumbled, “fine,” from him. while you finished off the dish, he watched you, silently wondering how someone could possibly eat that and like it. once you were done, you sent him a smile and a wink.

“let’s go. nothing spicy this time, i promise.”