Husband! Nanami With His Pregnant Wife

we lost the whole emo band dawg. rip :((

satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶

gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.

satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cares about what you thought, you’d be called dumb.

your soppy cunt prods against his protected hip, urging your body lower to sheath the fat girth inside, but to no avail.

“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”

“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.

but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.

“please— let me—“

“no.”

he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”

“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”

he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.

“satoru—“

his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.

you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.

gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”

he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, as your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.

but—

“did i say you could do that ?”

your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.

“b-but, you were also grindin—“

“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.

“not good. what to do with you ?”

he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.

and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.

“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”

it’s not a sin to be a child ☁️

plsss would u do sukuna taking care of his pregnant wife? like noticing his robes keep disappearing, only to figure out its his wife. or more dad!kuna 🙏🏾

robes — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: me👰‍♀️ ➕ 👹heianera!sukuna

sukuna is a deeply preceptive man.

it’s something he prides himself over, and since he is observant, he quickly notices that his robes start going missing.

in the beginning, he thinks that it’s probably the increased number of bloodied robes because he has been going on a higher number of rampages the past couple of days.

so, he goes to uraume to inquire about why the delivery of his robes has been later than usual.

uraume quickly responds that they have been personally delivering the clean robes to his chambers and ensuring that they are placed where he can clearly see them.

the revelation makes sukuna annoyed because that means that someone has been stealing his robes directly from his chambers.

he is presented with two courses of actions—excluding the option of saving himself the trouble and just killing all the servants: sending uraume to spy on the whole ordeal or investigate it himself.

considering how he has been pretty bored the past couple of days, he decides on the latter. the past few rampages have given a clear warning to the rest of the villages surrounding his castle.

so, with nothing else to do, sukuna takes it upon himself to monitor the main entrance of his chambers to see whether anybody enters the room after uraume places the robes in the room.

so, he situates himself near the room but far away so that they can’t catch him.

he stays there for a good couple of hours, yet he sees no one, not even in the darkness of the night: the supposed prime time for a thief.

perhaps the thief has been made aware of sukuna’s inspection? but that would mean that the robes would still be in the chambers. so, sukuna enters his room in search of his robes, but, to his surprise, he doesn’t find them.

that immediately leads him to concluding that whoever is stealing his robes is someone who has access to the hidden door of his room.

and no one knows about that door except—

“y/n.”

you yelp and slowly turn to your husband. he is standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and an everlasting frown on his face. you have been caught and are in some big trouble.

you don’t falter immediately though. you try to act normal. you smile nervously, “yes, my love? is something bothering you?”

keyword: try.

he repeats your name lowly, and you quickly crumble. you visibly deflate and lower your head as you murmur, “yes…”

he nods in satisfaction before asking the awaited question, “where are my robes?”

your hands rest on your lap, and you fidget with your fingers.

you still can’t figure out what his reaction will be. so far, he is just gathering information. he is giving you nothing to work with, so you have no other option but to comply and just keep answering him.

sighing, you answer him, “my closet.”

he quirks an eyebrow and sits in front of you. his hand is placed on your head, and he raises your head, so you’re looking him in the eyes. it’s something that you have noticed only being done to you.

you had absentmindedly asked your head servant about it, and said servant, uraume, had told you that it’s because he views you as an equal and does not take pleasure in your fear and acting inferior to him.

and in the end, sukuna only does what pleases him. if it doesn’t please him then why do it?

he hums as if in thought before egging you on, “and why are my robes in your closet? in fact—” he smirks, eyes observing your frame, “why are you currently wearing my robes?”

you pull the robes tighter around yourself, and you purse your lips. sukuna wants an answer right now, and while he is enjoying your ‘suffering’, he also wants to know what’s wrong.

if there is anything that he hates then it’s not knowing, especially if it’s something about you, his very pregnant wife.

his hand travels to your jaw, and he grips it lightly.

“so?” he says as he tilts your head to the slide slightly.

“you…have been gone for longer than usual lately, and I have been missing you,” you admit softly as you try your best to maintain eye contact, but you end up looking away.

he is still silent, so you continue laying out your reasoning, “and for some reason, the robes alleviate the pregnancy pain. I couldn’t find any logical or scientific reason, but I think—

—it’s because the robes are filled with your cursed energy, maybe acting as a kind of assurance to the baby that you are beside us even if you aren’t.”

he doesn’t grace you with any reaction nor reply for quite a while, and it makes you think that he is probably thinking about how foolish the entire scenario is.

so, you add hesitantly, “or something like that…”

after a moment, though, he sighs and simply says, “you could’ve just asked me, you foolish woman.”

you blink confused, “and you, my ‘no one takes what’s mine’ husband, would’ve allowed that?”

“you, idiot, are mine, so my belongings are yours anyway,” he states, and his hands rest on your stomach, “this is mine too, so you have to take good care of it.”

a smile takes over your face, and you nod happily, “of course, I will!”

you pause for a second, and it has sukuna confused.

you frown and you point your finger at him while reprimanding him, “and don’t call me an idiot, mister! I am your wife, and I am blessed with a good name.”

a pinch is delivered to your butt which makes you shriek. you jump away from your husband and start rubbing the spot in attempt to soothe it.

sukuna smiles wickedly before suggesting, “how about I help you with that?”

“no! keep your hands off of me, you brute!”

he chuckles, and it echoes throughout the room. it’s kind of creepy. you always said that you wanted to add more furniture to avoid that situation.

you start thinking about the new design for the room when your husband speaks up, “and regarding my absence the past few of days.”

you turn your head to him, and he continues, “I will be putting my plans on pause for a while, so you don’t have to resort to the robes for the time.”

he turns his back to you before announcing, “I am expecting you at dinner and later in my chamber. is that clear?”

you feel giddiness fill you up, and you reply enthusiastically, “yes, my king!”

“good,” he smirks.

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I SAW THIS OMG 🥹🥹

EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hii, i was wondering if you could write platonic Aizawa emergency request in which hr has a daughter ho has veen strugling with self harm and su1cidal thoughts, please.

I had been really low latly and i relapes after 7 months of not self harming.

Thanks love 🩷

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that you've been struggling lately, Nonnie. Remember, setbacks are a part of recovery, and it's okay to ask for help when you need it. You've made progress before, and you can do it again. Sending you love and support ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Aizawa is incredibly protective and caring towards you, his precious daughter.

He always makes time for you, even with his busy schedule as a pro hero and teacher at U.A.

Aizawa is observant, noticing even the slightest changes in your behavior.

One day, he accidentally walks in on you wrapping your wrists in bandages after harming yourself, and he's filled with terror.

Despite his fear, he immediately approaches you, sitting down beside you on the bed. "What's going on?" he asks straightforwardly, his voice laced with concern. "Why are you doing this to yourself, sweetheart"

You look up at him, your Y/E/C eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You explain that the pressure of hero studies and internships has been weighing heavily on you, and you don't know know how to cope anymore. "One day, I accidentally hurt my hand... and... it felt so good... like all my stress was relieved," you begin, tears streaming down your flushed face. "So I started doing this... from time to time... and... I couldn't stop... I was punishing myself for not being perfect, daddy," you say, your sobs becoming uncontrollable.

Aizawa listens attentively, his heart breaking at the thought of his daughter struggling alone. Without hesitation, he offers his unwavering support, reassuring you that you're not alone in this, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your trembling form as he offers you the tightest hug he can.

You hug him back tightly, whimpering, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry!"

As you're held in his arms, you don't notice the tears streaming down Shota's face as he comforts you. He soothes you with gentle words and his presence, rocking you back and forth in his arms. "You're perfect just the way you are," he assures, clearing his throat to hide the hoarseness in his tone from the tears he shed for you. "We're in this together. You're not alone. We're a team. Always remember that you can come to me with all your problems, even the ones that seem small or irrelevant. Your problems are mine too. I'm your dad, and I'll do whatever I can to help you. Always."

You nod, listening to your dad's words. "I didn't want to bother you with..."

He interrupts you, shushing you, gently cupping your wet cheeks in his hands and making you meet his gaze. "You are never a bother. Never. You're my entire world, babygirl."

Aizawa makes sure to prioritize your well-being, adjusting his schedule to spend more time with you and offering words of encouragement whenever you need them.

He often says sweet little things like "I love you, sweetheart" or "you mean the world to me." He also praises your efforts, saying things like "you did very well on this test. I know you worked hard for a good grade, but even if it's not what you expected, remember that grades don't define your skills, knowledge, or spirit."

Through your journey, Aizawa learns to open up more to you, strengthening your bond and creating a safe space for you to express all of your feelings.

Even though Aizawa is hesitant at first, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, he doesn't hesitate to ask his friends for help.

And of course, they respond.

Hizashi visits Aizawa's apartment every day, bringing groceries and always having a little sweet snack for you that he knows you enjoy.

Despite the challenges you both face, Aizawa remains by your side, ready to support you through every step of your recovery journey.

me:

Hello hello

I just read your new Bakugou's oneshot and i was wondering if ypu could do semething similar with dadzawa.

His daughter invited over a friend but he try to force hiself in her and he almost do it but Aizawa arrives from patrolling just in time to stop it.

🧡🩶🖤💜🩵🤍

(This is probably good to be pretty short, sorry it took so long, this actually happened to someone I knew and was close to but no one stepped in and stopped it)

Trigger Warning: contains allusions to rape and drugging someone beneath the cut

Aizawa x Daughter Reader: Bad Friend

You had a guy friend who was seemingly a really good guy. You both got along really well and had a bunch of similar interests. You both had been wanting to see the latest season of your shared favorite tv show, The Dead Walk. However, his tv was broken so he didn’t have anything to watch it on. You decided to sneak and invite him over when Aizawa wasn’t home. Aizawa had a strict rule about no friends over when he isn’t home unless he knows both the friend and the friend’s parents.

Aizawa was on patrol when you snuck your guy friend into your house. You guys were supposed to watch the show, you got popcorn and snacks ready when he brought drinks. Once you guys got comfortable you started the show. You were half way through the third episode when you got up to go to the bathroom. When you got back, you continued the show unaware of your now roofied drink. By the 5th episode, you started to feel dizzy and sluggish. You were going to get up to check yourself in the bathroom when you fell over.

You quickly realized something was wrong. You looked to your friend only to see a smirk on his face. You tried to crawl away from him and reach your phone to text your dad, but your ex friend kicked your phone away. He then started grappling with you, trying to get you undressed and on your back. What you both didn’t know is that during your struggles, Aizawa had texted you he was on his way home. He had gotten off his patrol shift early and wanted to let you know.

When Aizawa unlocked the front door he saw an unknown boy on top of his nearly completely naked daughter. He didn’t take any moment to ask questions. He immediately restrained the boy and punched him hard enough to knock him out. He then grabbed a blanket and threw it over you before calling the police. Once the police were on their way, he walked over to you and scooped you up and helped you into your bedroom to get dressed. While you were getting dressed he talked to you through the door.

He reassured you that you’re not in any trouble because he feels that you don’t need a punishment after this. (This was far more of a punishment in his mind.) Aizawa helped you get yourself together and once the police came he helped them arrest your ex-friend. After you told the police your story, they asked if you wanted to press charges against him and you said yes. When Aizawa wanted you to go to the hospital to get checked you agreed. The doctors told you that it would wear off and they made sure everything was good before letting you go home.

That night Aizawa took you home and cleaned up the the living room. You begged him to stay and sleep in the same room as you to which he agreed. You both decided to camp out in the living room and he let you eat an entire quart sized container of your favorite ice cream. You both watched your favorite movie to which he fell asleep a quarter of the way through. That night you slept well knowing your dad was ready to protect you.

NOW PLAYiNG . . . “ONLYFANS”

HELPING THEM WiTH THEIR ONLY FANS FEAT. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

WARNiNGS. femreader(she/her), recording, hand job, msub, femdom, ruined org, cock slap, public sex, namis an exhabitionist, mean dom nami, bisexual toji, mean dom toji, squirting, wc. note hiii hiiii im on a writing high and i plan to take advantage of it while it lasts. ty guys sm for all the support!!! i’m surprised so many of you guys actually enjoy my writing cries. anyways! my requests are open and as always feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ty and enjoy my pretties. also pt2 maybe???

CHOSO KAMO / @THECHOSOKAM (TOP 2.5%) specializes in msub content ranging from overstimulating himself with his favorite toys to collabs with femdom creators

“EVENING EDGING SESSION WITH MY HORNY ROOMMATE”

choso was very open to you about his career.

of course, at first, he was nervous to bring it up to you because of its nature, but you were very accepting. before you signed the lease and officially became his roommate, he set some boundaries for recording to ensure you were comfortable.

he never recorded his collabs at the apartment in respect of you, acknowledging how awkward it would be. but late at night, when he thought you were asleep, you could always hear him making his solo content. hear how he’d beg and beg so desperately for permission, promising to be a good boy, hear the sinful squelching of his drooling cock when he lazily fucked his tight fist whimpering, “wish you were here taking care of me”

so naturally, you got curious and checked it out for yourself. god, were you surprised. he looked so pretty. his pale bare skin flushing delicate pinks when he was touched and edged how he liked. so, so needy and slutty, always drooling and whimpering for the camera.

he ended up asking for your help one day because the person he was supposed to collab with “canceled” and he needed to get a video out that week. he went into your room so hard, cock tugging and pulling at his sweats before he even asked, so you found his reason hard to believe

but, of course, you agreed to help! that’s what friends are for.

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after flicking on the camera, choso quickly shuffles to where you’re sat pretty on his bed, pink plastered all over his soft, puffy cheeks.

there are a few seconds of empty silence, his fan humming disturbingly in the background before he swallows, parting his puffy lips to start introducing you, but really, there’s no need for that.

you interrupt him, telling him to “sit” pointing in between the fat of your parted thighs before hooking them around his to keep him nice and spread for you, your ankles sinking into his mattress— digging your chin into his shoulder to watch just how messy his pretty cock gets.

choso dryly laughs out an “eager?” to cover up the cute little whine that tumbles past his lips when you start to nibble on his slender neck, inhaling his musky smell.

and yeah, you were. after watching, hearing him who wouldn’t be?

his tease prompts a hum as you reach over to grab at the hem of his loose shirt, tearing it off to reveal his washboard abs, “you seem more excited though, cho. look at you”

the print on his pants keeps growing and growing, your palm lightly grazing his thick bulge slowly while you lick the lobe of his sensitive ear, making warmth spread across his tummy.

“fu- fuck, please d-”

your right hand moves to slap over his mouth, “so noisy” but you smile, lifting the corners of your lips, when you feel him warmly lap at your palm “be quiet, yeah? i’ll make you feel good, so just sit pretty f’me”

choso has been dying for you to fuck him since you first moved in— eyeing you on the walk from the shower to your room, praying your loosely wrapped towel would just fall, touching himself to the thought of you choking around his thick cock, having to cut out so much footage from his videos because he keeps moaning your fucking name.

his cock slaps against his chest so greedily with a soft pat when you push off stretchy hem of his pants, “‘m so- m hard for you” choso sighs, tip already leaking down his length.

you meanly circle your finger around his head— making his hips jerk up, before moving the hand he’s been drooling all over like a dumb mutt to wrap around his cock.

and he throbs in your grasp, pretty whimpers slipping past his puffy lips, looking up to make eye contact with the camera— his mouth slightly open, heart eyes low-lidded like a picture-perfect slut, the prettiest to ever do it.

his sticky pre-cum drips so much more with every quick flick of your wrist, slickening your palms alongside his watery spit. fucking into your fist, he’s so close already, so so close, “feels so good, shi- shit im gonna cum”

“yeah? gonna cum for me?”

he’s nodding feverishly, his back arching against your chest so prettily. but you know what he likes, what his followers are there for. so you pull off, watching the way his cock twitches, hips bucking up into the air, and oh-

oh, he’s cumming untouched, thin ropes of opaque white spraying all over his heaving chest. his head slumps forward, his shoulders caving in. he’s hiding himself, embarrassment crawling over his face.

“fu- hah, i didn’t m-“

you just tut, slapping at his sensitive cock, making him flinch, tearing a filthy dragged-out moan from him. “who said you could cum?”

RESULT: 🗨️ 873 ♡ 79K

KENTO NANAMI / @YOURPERVYBOSS (TOP 2%) never shows his face. he records from the neck down usually sporting a freshly pressed suit. sometimes, he writes nsfw scripts in his free time.

“SLUTTY SECRETARY GETS POUNDED BY BOSS”

your boss, nanami was a very quiet, private man. he would come in the morning, have a short meeting with the staff, then excuse himself to his office for the rest of the day. seeing him on the floor was rare— you and your coworkers even made a game out of it: whoever saw him first would get a free meal the next time you all went out.

so when you stumbled in on him jerking off in the family restroom, phone set up again on the sink with his suit pants just barely pushed down to free his cock, you didn’t know how to react.

your mouth just fell open, eyes growing wide before he rushed to cover himself up. he apologized profusely and all you could do was nod, still in shock.

later that night, on twitter, you saw him in a video captioned “getting caught”

next thing you knew you were conversing through dms about the possibility of making content together.

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“sir please” your begging is muffled around nanami’s thick fingers— they’re shoved knuckles deep in your mouth because “you’re too fucking loud” yours curved, skin stretching around the edge of the sink as he fucks into you.

your eyes keep darting from his phone, where you watch yourself get ruined from the back, your makeup running, hair mussed, button-up top ripped open revealing your pretty tits, to the restroom door which he left unlocked— purposefully because the thought of someone walking in makes his cock fucking throb.

you can’t deny it turns you on too with how your pussy leaks around him so messily— creamy rings of white hugging the base of his cock, strings of your slick connecting him to your ass every time he slides out before pushing back into your greedy pussy, leaking all over his suit.

he grunts when you squeeze around him at the sound of someone nearing the bathroom. your heart rate speeding up, but fuck, he’s hitting that spongy spot so perfectly with his pretty mushroom tip you feel your fears, forcefully leaving you with every deep stroke, getting replaced with the carnal need to be full of him.

“what a fucking whore. look at you” nanami’s hand moves to clench at the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look at the mirror, “begging your boss to fuck you, how fucking filthy. play with that clit, wanna feel it”

you whine at his dirty, dirty, mean words, before obediently moving your little fingers to rub soft circles into your nubby clit, and he’s groaning in your ear at how you’re milking him for all he’s worth.

then there’s a knock at the door— you freeze. blood rushing to your head, but nanami doesn’t care, no. he just grabs a fist full of your hair before pulling you to his chest. “just because there’s an audience doesn’t mean you fucking stop”

RESULT: 🗨️ 376 ♡ 54k

TOJI FUSHIGURO / @XGTOJI (TOP 1%) is a fan favorite because of how nasty and rough he gets. records himself fucking various other creators and fans— men and women.

“CUTE FAN SQUIRTS AND BEGS ME TO CUM DEEP IN HER PUSSY”

you have been a big fan of toji for some time now. liking every post, even retweeting, commenting how badly you wanted him inside you. albeit jokingly, toji couldn’t help but notice you.

he thought your loyalty was cute and deserving of a reward. he fucked fans all the time, which aided in his popularity because people felt they had a chance, but you never expected it to be you.

after commenting on his newest post for the nth time, he dmed you, “let me fuck you as thanks for all the support over the years”

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“‘s to- too much, oh my god”

toji barks out a laugh, his chest rumbling as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper into your weeping hole— his previous loads oozing out, dripping down his heavy balls, slapping against your clit with every fluid roll of his hips, “god?”

“your god’s not gonna help you, bun. fucking take it. been wanting it for so long now you’re tryna run”

which, he’s right. you’ve fantasized about him fucking you so many times with little fingers shoved deep in your cunt, but now that he’s actually inside you— splitting your poor little pussy in half, you can help but cry out— fisting the sheets so tightly it burns.

his camera rests on his nightstand, his viewers watching from the back so they can’t see your face per your request, but they can hear how your wet pussy takes him in and spits him back out, hear you squeal and cry for him. hear you beg.

toji’s thick hand slides over the curve of your waist, moving to push on your tummy, making you arch and scream, your eyes screwing shut as clear liquids push him out your sopping pussy— your weak and limp body falling, twitching against his soaked sheets underneath you.

“atta girl,” he groans, pulling you up by your waist to keep fucking into you, slapping his heavy cock against your swollen folds, sliding it against your clit. even now, sinking back into your cunt, you’re so tight— making him dig into your waist, grounding himself as he bottoms out once again.

“do it again, you’re so fucking messy shit, mama. who would’ve thought”

he slaps at your ass making your body jerk, but you’re gone— mouth hanging open, eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, leaving you limp like a toy for toji to just rut into. and he does exactly that, using you to reach his high but not without making you squirt for him again and again.

RESULT: 🗨️ 1.3k ♡ 103k

ᴋᴀᴛѕᴜᴋɪ'ѕ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ | bakugou x fem!reader, fluff

for how long katsuki brushes his teeth with such aggressiveness his toothbrush is… worn out if that's how you describe it. if you think of it, he just might have broken atleast one of his teeth long time ago.

as his girlfriend you worry about him, everytime he brushes his teeth you're there glaring at him, your eyes telling him to slow down. but of course at some point you can't help but to take care of him, now you're the one brushing katsuki's teeth.

at first, katsuki feels quite embarrassed, he looks away at anything else but you. you're so close, cupping his cheeks with one hand and your other hand holding the brush. you're so focused that you make cute faces. when you finished, you admire his lips and give it a peck which katsuki became more flustered about.

when you two get used to this routine it became normal that katsuki gets a peck at the end as a price for katsuki being a good boy. it gets even cuter at night time and it's a little past katsuki's bedtime, he has droopy eyes while he has his arms wrapped around you, he's barely keeping his mouth open for you to do your job.