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[ya9amicide]

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[mydarlingedits]

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[thatonedeadkiddo]

itz so hard to feel that invalidated when it comes to being a (perma)regressor who also has nsfw thoughts nd wants. to be clear : ddlg or those stuff nd age regression r absolutely not ze same AT ALL. but also u can feel like, be, a kid nd havin sexual thoughts, wantin dat. no every age regressor iz a toddler, some of us r kids.. nd some kids think nd do stuff.

its tiring to feel like me can’t interact wiv any content bc i feel dirty for thinkin abt doing those.. nsfw thingies.. sometimes. like.. i can’t control me thoughts nd is it dat bad ? am i less real or valid bc i think abt it ?

there iz a HUGE difference between sexualizing age regression nd being a kid who thinks abt doin those stuff bc they r curious abt it. like maybe we need to address ze topic in a more.. safe nd non judgmental way bc me feels honestly unsafe in me own community a lot, dats not how it is suppose to be…

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Starshine [Haikyuu]

chapter three

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Kokoa Sugawara got through life by being herself. She didn't know how to be anyone else. Often times she felt as though she was stuck in her brother's shadow, after all, they liked many of the same things and constantly did the same things. Only, he was the fantastic volleyball player that everyone loved. She was just the sports photographer following in her twin's footsteps. But one day, she meets a boy whose freckles are aligned like stars, guiding her to him.

Tadashi was used to being in Kei's shadow. In fact, he often liked it that way. When he and Kokoa meet, he finds that he doesn't mind being in the spotlight, as long as she's controlling its gaze.

pairing(s): tadashi yamaguchi x fem!oc

warnings: none

Kokoa walks into the practice match right as Kageyama is getting ready to serve. The first thing she hears is a powerful slam and a whoosh of air follows before the ball slams into the grou–Daichi’s waiting arms.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima calls and sets up the ball for his friend.

“I got this, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi spikes the ball, hitting Hinata’s arms and going off to the side.

“Damn it,” Kageyama bristles.

“Nice set, Tsukki.”

“Steady receives are Daichi’s forte,” Tanaka tells the first years on his team. “He’s an incredible defender.”

“Were you expecting to score a few points in a row?” Daichi asks, confidence flowing from his body. “I don’t have any outstanding talents, but I’ve spent two years more than you guys etching this receiving skill into my body.” He gets into a deep receiving position. “Don’t think I’m going down without a fight.”

Hinata watches in awe. “So cool!”

“Come on, King,” Tsukishima ribs. “Don’t you think it’s about time you pulled out all the stops?”

Hinata sets his sights on the tall first year. “What’s your problem, man? You keep trying to pick a fight with him! What the hell is the “King’s set”?”

“Don’t you know why he’s called the King?”

“Well, for some reason, he’s really good. The other schools must have gotten scared of his skills and named him that, no?”

Tsukishima lowers his voice like he’s telling some great tale. “I’m sure there are a lot of people who think that way. But rumor has it that he was given the nickname of “King of the Court” by the guys from Kitagawa Daiichi. It means “Egocentric King”, or “Oppressive Despot”. I only heard rumors about it at first, but I was convinced after watching that match. He got so oppressive that they had to sub him out of the final.” Tsukishima notices Kageyama’s silence. “That’s why you stopped making quick sets? Are you chickening out due to what happened in that final?”

Tanaka steps forward angrily. “Hey, you’ve been running your mouth for a while now–”

“Tanaka,” Daich warns, shaking his head.

“If you make sets, but nobody jumps to hit them–,” Tsukishima continues before Kageyama cuts him off.

“That’s right. The idea of making a set only to find that there’s nobody there…terrifies me.”

“But that was back in junior high, right?” Hinata asks in confusion. “So long as he sets for me, I don’t really care. Breaking through your guard is a far more pressing issue! We’re gonna beat Tsukishima and join this team for real! You’ll get to play setter with your head held high, and then you’ll set for me! Does anything else matter?”

“That kind of pure and straightforward shtick really gets on my nerves,” Tsukki sneers. “Your spirit won’t make up for your lack of height. If you think hard work trumps all else, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

Tsukishima serves the ball and Tanaka easily receives it. “Leave it to me!”

“Gimmie!” Both Hinata and Tanaka shout, leaving the decision up to Kageyama of who to set the ball to.

“Tanaka!” He shouts.

Hinata screams out in response. “Kageyama!” He appears behind Kageyama as he gets ready to set the ball. “I’m here!”

Kageyama does a quick set to Hinata, who almost misses the ball. They watch as it lands outside the court.

Hinata blows out a breath of air. “That was close. I nearly whiffed that one. It went out, though.”

“What was that for?” Kageyama yells.

“But the ball did come to me!” Hinata says. “Who cares about junior high? I’ll take whatever sets I can get. And I’ll be grateful for all of them! I’ll jump anywhere. I’ll spike any ball! So…set for me!”

Kokoa shuffles over to her brother, murmuring to him quietly. “Kageyama was definitely going to pass to Tanaka just now.”

Koshi nods in agreement, matching her quiet tone before speaking. “It’s like he reacted to Hinata’s voice on instinct and changed his mind at the last second. To be able to make that accurate of a set on such short notice…”

“At least his amazing sets are kind of a distraction from his shitty attitude,” she replies, tuning back into the match before them.

On the court, Tanaka watches the younger boys in shock. “You guys can run quick plays?”

“Quick plays?” Hinata asks, not understanding the fancy terminology.

“Fast attacks like the one you just did!” Tanaka clarifies.

“No way!” The ginger tells him adamantly as if he didn’t just hit the quick set. “I’ve only ever spiked slow and looping sets.”

Tanaka looks at him like he’s crazy. “But you just did it! And besides, didn’t you once spike a messed-up set from that beginner on your junior high team? Stuff like that.”

Hinata reflects on the past match, confused. “Huh? Oh, but I don’t remember how I did that.” This makes the second year look at Hinata in confusion, not sure how to respond. “But I’ll spike any set that comes my way!” The first year continues. “You hear me?”

Kageyama glares down at Hinata. “We’ve never practiced plays,” he says, his tone never changing. “Running a quick one is impossible.”

“What are you being so timid for?” Hinata asks, backing away from Kageyama. “It’s giving me the creeps!”

“Oh, shut it,” the grumpy first year says as he stalks away.

The similarly grumpy Tsukishima turns his attention towards Hinata. “There you go, getting all worked up again,” he says, simpering. “‘Try and try until you succeed’ sounds nice on paper, but it doesn’t always work like that.”

“Why are you so negative?” Kokoa asks bluntly, bringing all the attention in the room to her. It was obvious that both Sugawara siblings received the same soft genes with the way her face resembled her brothers. She had a delicate bone structure complete with a button nose and soft skin and her hair was like a long, silver waterfall down her back. It’s no question that she’s attractive. Yamagichi certainly thought so.

“And who are you?” Tsukishima asks, narrowing his eyes at her reproachful comment.

“Kokoa Sugawara,” she says, crossing her arms and matching his tone. “You never answered my question, beanpole.”

Tsukishima scowled but answered her anyway. “Everyone has things they’re just not cut out for. And he’s clearly not fit to be a spiker.”

“Says you,” Kokoa cuts in before Hinata yells at him. “High school is very different from junior high. And anyone can improve when they put enough effort into it.” Hinata stands behind her, crossing his arms and nodding his head with a serious face as if saying “exactly”.

The shorter first year finally decides to speak up. “I know that a volleyball player needs to be tall,” he says, feeling slightly inferior to the giants around him. “That it doesn’t matter how high you can jump. It’ll never make up for a massive difference in height. But I don’t care if I’m disadvantaged or not cut out for it. I wanna fight using my own body. I wanna keep winning and stay on the court as much as I can!” His body was tense and his face was pulled taught, an obvious challenge for Tsukishima should he take it.

Kageyama suddenly pushes past Kokoa and grabs Hinata by his shirt to pull him away from the net. Sugawara does the same to his sister, practically scruffing her like a pup as he drags her away from the court. Both scramble and complain to their companions. 

As the game resumes, Kokoa turns to her brother. “I’m not staying for this, I’ve got some stuff to do.”

Koshi eyes her skeptically. “What stuff?”

“Stuff,” she smiles at him innocently while picking up her bag. Making her way to the gym doors, she turns her attention to the two first years she came to be friends with. “Oi, Hinata, Kageyama!” The two first years turn to her in surprise. Lingering by the door, she smiles brightly at them. “You both better win this. I’m looking forward to taking some action shots of that quick so you better make the team in your proper positions.”

“Yes!” They both yell, matching her grin and Kokoa makes her way outside.

[thatonedeadkiddo]

really want to do dat omg pleaz huh ;;

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⌗ THEM FUCKING THEIR DARLING AT A MOVIE THEATER. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Alhaitham, Ayato, Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: Exhibitionism (Movie theatre), fingering(Tartaglia + Alhaitham), riding(Ayato), clit stimulation, raw + unprotected sex, almost getting caught, praising, dirty talk(Tartaglia). ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — For the event! + I'm sorry this took so long!! but I hope you'll like it.（×_×；） req by @vieannee

⌗ ALHAITHAM would shove his fingers in your cunt, your face all red with embarrassment as you try to bite back moans. Well, he really isn't a fan of romance movies, it's just not his cup of tea but he'd do anything for his darling. While watching the movie, he didn't expect a sex scene but he suddenly got turned on by the noises. So now he's here, a hand on your mouth so that the others can't hear his sweet little lover. He's definitely enjoying this too! Two of his fingers stretching your cunt out while his other hand rubs slow circles on your puffy clit, I mean, if someone really paid any attention, they'd hear the sinful noises coming from the back. Guess they're really enjoying the movie, huh?

“C’mon now, you wouldn't want others to know what we're doing here, do you? I'll fuck you properly when we get back home, so be a good girl for now.”

⌗ AYATO would book a whole ass theatre for you, having you sit on his lap while he plays with your hair, the sex scene in the movie caught him off guard, he got a boner too! Well, no one is here anyway, you riding him wouldn't hurt anyone, the sound of skin slapping filling up the room along with your mewls. His hands guiding your body up and down, groaning at how good your cunt feels, praising you. The guard coming inside the theatre and asking if everything's alright made him stop his movements, hands covering your mouth as he acts normal. His voice so calm, like he wasn't just fucking you.

“Ah yes, do not mind us, everything's fine, my lover feels a bit under the weather, I'm taking care of her, you see.”

⌗ TARTAGLIA would just tease you throughout the movie, commenting on how cute you look while blushing during some romantic scenes. He didn't know this movie had a sex scene! Well now he's blushing as his eyes flicker to you. Gloved hands covering your mouth to cover your noises as he scissors your cunt open with his fingers, hitting your sweet spot that made your eyes roll back. Whispering dirty words to your ear.

“Hey is it me or the sounds are too loud, like it's happening in this room” “Dunno man, I don't hear anything, you're thinking too much.”

Poor dudes, they didn't know there was a live show going on behind them, only if they turned their heads!

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[tteokdoroki]

𐙚 🪷 TRUTH OR DRINK katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

⋆˙ᝰ about ! “you love me, you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me." with the release of your husband's newest album and the announcement for his latest tour, the two of you are invited on set to film a special kind of promotional video for newlyweds. hopefully, this married couple leave without a hangover. ( 4.8K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint, celebrity!au, all characters are aged up to 20s, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, drinking, newlyweds, exes, some family issues, long-distance, idol!bakugou, fem + model!reader - not beta read!

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“fuck, we’re really doing this, huh?”

across from you, katsuki bakugou shifts uncomfortably  — ruby red eyes darting around the plain white set. studio lights glare from all directions, illuminating the slight sweat that beads at the blonde’s hairline. artificial lighting, bright and made to capture everything, refracts of the pearling perspiration and almost creates the illusion of a halo around the crown of your partner’s head. almost as if he’s an angel.

reaching over the small table that the producers have set up between you both, you grasp at katsuki’s rough fingers, toying with them as if to test the waters before you hold them fully — once he’s comfortable enough to accept your physical affection. his palms are warm and a little sweaty, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“it’ll be fun,” you whisper, keeping your voice low and calm as the production crew continues to contrastingly flit around you in preparation for the shoot. “and it’ll be great promo for your album!” lifting his hands, you press a kiss to the blonde’s knuckles as though you’re sealing a promise, ensuring that they’re not empty. you smile reassuringly and bakugou returns it awkwardly, drawing back just a tad when a member of production sheepishly approaches the table to set down three different bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses and a pitcher of pineapple and coconut juice as your mixer of choice. 

glass bottles of whisky, rum, and vodka glit under the white light too.

“we can back out at anytime,” comes your soft reminder once the crew member retreats to check the sound mic and cameras along with some other staff. “i want you to be comfortable.” 

bakugou shakes his head, this time, bringing the backs of your hands to his lips — pale blonde lashes fluttering as he shuts away ruby framed eyes and takes a breath to calm himself. “wanna do it. like y’said it’ll be good. fun.” when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at you with a toothy smirk that never fails to send a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a flurry through your tummy. “besides, we haven’t been able t’do somethin’ like this together in a while.” 

nothing beats your grin after that and with a few more touch ups to your make up ( the both of you ) — you’re ready to begin filming. 

“okay guys!” the director on set claps their hands. “wanna start us off? who are you and what are you doing here today?” 

you give katsuki’s hands one last comforting squeeze before his crimson gaze slinks towards the camera that’s now rolling, fixating on its blinking red light as it matches his stare. “‘m katsuki bakugou ‘nd this is my wife,” he juts his head over to you gently, muttering your name with love laced between each of its syllables. 

you too turn to face the camera, award winning smile settling gracefully on your lips. “and today we’re playing truth or drink!” you squirm excitedly. “we’re really happy to be here! thank you for having us!” 

“i’m not.” 

“katsuki!” 

with a laugh behind the camera, the producer speaks again. “so, you’re some pretty special guests. what do you guys do? how long have you two been married?”

bakugou rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. “i’m a singer-songwriter slash idol or whatever you wanna call it…and i’m on tour right now. so buy my album or you’re shit.” 

“and i’m a fashion model slash content creator. we’ve been together for like…five years? married for half a year? a year?” musing out loud, you switch your gaze from the camera to katsuki — letting him know with your eyes that he’s doing a great job.

“eight months, three weeks ‘n two days.” he corrects you seriously, causing sweet laughter to bubble up on your lips. 

“sorry, folks. eight months, three weeks and two days.”  you retort jokingly. bakugou rolls eyes ruby framed eyes again.

“okay, so still pretty new. let’s start with a shot, shall we?”

ever the gentlemen, your husband  pours you a decently sized shot using a drink he knows you like without even asking. he even tops it off with a mixer because he knows that sometimes you can’t get past a bitter aftertaste if the alcohol is too strong. once done with yours, he fills up his own glass before clinking it against yours — both of you knocking back the shot with practised ease. 

“god, that shit’s strong.” the pale blonde grimaces. 

despite having a facial expression to match, you somehow make light of the situation. “really puts hairs on your chest, doesn’t it, kats?”

“you like my tits naked and juicy, shut the hell up,” smirking cockily, katsuki slides your shot glasses to the side and toys with the stacked white question cards in front of him. “her words not mine.” 

“anyways…first card please.” 

doing as he’s told, katsuki flips the first card over — skimming the letters written in bold on the other side before he slams it back down. “‘m takin’ a shot.” 

the shoot has barely begun and you already find yourself bursting into fits of adoring, amused giggles. “no! it’s not even your question to answer! you have to read it, it’s the first card!” you whine playfully.

“alright, fine,” flipping the card over again with a dejected air about him, bakugou announces the question to both you and the camera. “when was the last time we had sex and where did it happen?” 

“oh god.” you pinch your brow.

“told ya. no shots, it’s the first card. y’gotta answer it, babe.” bakugou teases as he casts the card aside, leaning back in his chair slow and sexy like while he watches you hungrily. it’s like making you embarrassed has made him forget that he’s on camera. 

sighing through your nose, you pout at the camera and producers who watch eagerly. “on the way here.” 

“on the way to this shoot? oh my god!” 

“yes! omg. shut up, this is so embarrassing. katsuki don’t laugh!” you practically wail as the set bursts out into laughter. “god, okay. it was on the way here and in the back of the SUV with the partition up. don’t ask me how we had time. katsuki always makes time.” 

said katsuki wiggles two fingers towards the camera knowingly and chokes back a raspy chuckle when you frown in response, scooping up your own card. “next question,” your say as your gaze skims the card. “who is your least favourite parent in law? oooh, spicy.” 

“definitely her dad,” your husband points a thumb in your direction without hesitation but mouths his words straight into the camera. “you’re a piece of shit by the way.” 

the producer pipes in. “can we elaborate?”

“my dad was never the most supportive of my career…but claims everything i have is because of him. it sucks, he's a narcissist and we don’t really speak because of it.” you answer truthfully, attempting to shrug the weight of your familial situation off. you know that most girls dream of having their father walk them down the aisle on their wedding day…but it’s just not in the cards for you. sensing your anger, your hurt and your pain beginning to rise to the surface, katsuki takes the card from you and grasps at your hand — eyebrows raised earnestly into his hairline while he checks to see if you’re okay. a small, wistful smile plays at your lips and you give your partner a gentle nod. “it’s okay though, my mum, mitsuki and masaru have been great parents. katsuki’s mum and dad kept me grounded throughout our engagement, pretty much designed all of my wedding outfits. they were all custom.” 

“outfits? as in multiple?” 

“ah yes! mitsuki insisted that i had changes throughout the day.” you beam, a giddiness replacing any negative emotion you once felt. your future mother in law had done everything in her power to make you feel like a princess on your wedding day — to this day it made you feel extremely grateful for your positive relationship with bakugou’s family.

“they still fuckin’ spoil her, ma styles her for a lot shoots,” the blonde scoffs but the adoration dancing in the almost brown flecks of his carmine eyes tell a different story. “no seriously, ma ‘n pa love you so much. you’re like the daughter they never had.” 

“aw, that’s so cute. i’ll cry.” 

katsuki’s turn to pick a card rolls around again, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time — index finger toying with your engagement ring. “what’s was the most stressful part about planning a wedding?” he reads. “oh, definitely the micromanaging from other people. shit pissed me off,” your husband answers almost straight away, already preparing to fix himself a shot when the producer asks him to elaborate. 

he shakes his head and the producer turns to you. “our managers thought that they could have a say in our ceremony since it was like the celebrity wedding of the year,” shrugging, you fix your own shot which makes your spouse grin. “we ended up having one public and one smaller, private wedding to say fuck ���em. and no, they didn’t fire me for this.” 

“so a follow up, when you announced your engagement to the world what was a difficult thing you dealt with publicly?” someone from behind the camera asks.

pursing your lips, you look to katsuki for an answer. “the fan wars? some of my fans were…are still caught up on my ex and others think the great singer katsuki bakugou is too good for an influencer like me.” 

“they don’t know shit. you’re too good for the world baby, i don’t deserve you.” 

“corny ass,” you snort directly into the camera’s shot. “i’m sure that’s one of his song lyrics.” 

“is fuckin’ not!” bakugou pouts, though he’ll deny that he was later. “pick another damn card.” 

he pushes the pile towards you once more and you cheekily swipe one from the middle to make the video a little bit more interesting for those watching from home when it comes out. hopefully the viewers get a laugh out of bakugou calling you a cheater and you sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation — he pinches it back. 

“ouch! owie, okay! okay, let go!” flipping the card so that the text is facing you, you begin to read it out loud slowly — nearly bursting out into an incredulous fit of giggles at the question printed in thick black letters. “this is so ironic, baby you’re gonna love this one,” katsuki raises a brow, intrigued by the coy smile you’re barely trying to hide now. “i dare you to call an ex and remind them that you’re happily married.” 

a small silence echoes throughout the studio as you stare at one another, waiting and waiting, until a loud, raspy and haughty laugh rips through bakugou’s throat. 

“what’s so funny?”

the blonde sat opposite you, still as handsome as the day you first met him — with glittering gem eyes that sparkle under the studio lights and a toothy smile that never fails to melt your heart, suddenly grows shy. a rose tint spreads its way over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks that have lost their youthful roundness, katsuki blushes softly but laughs with his entire body — only just embarrassed by the secret he's about to reveal to his most dedicated fans and the rest of the world. 

leaning forward on the table, elbows on the edge, while you tuck your chin in the seat of your palm — biting your lip in amusement. “do you wanna tell them or should i?” 

“i wanna take a fuckin’ short first. can i?” katsuki asks, almost innocently. he knocks back a glass of dark, bitter whisky once he gets the go ahead. “she’s my first. my first everythin’. girlfriend, time, wife—“ 

“i sure hope i’m your first and only wife, kats.” you cut him off swiftly, a mischievous lilt layered thick on your tone.

he slings an arm over the back of his chair, waving you off lovingly. “—you know what i mean, sweets.” bakugou shrugs in the direction of the producers. “i don’t have an ex to call.”

“okay, we’ll have your wife call one.” 

at the film crew’s suggestion, your voice raises an octave, notes of surprise littered through out your melodic voice. “me? who would i even call?” you can’t help but snicker, trying to reach for the juice used for mixer so you can plan your escape route out of the dare. 

your husband snatches the bottle from your reach, holding it protectively against his broad chest. “call shindou.” he grunts out low but highly amused. 

“oh no, i’m not doing that. let me take the shot katsuki.” comes your instant response, tone turning slightly serious.

“who’s shindou?”

“her ex.” 

“my ex.” 

the both of you announce in unison, though you’re a little less entertained by your menace of a blonde husband — still guarding the drinks as he chucks the used question card to the side. 

“why not?” 

“cause it’ll be mean? he still hasn’t recovered from finding out i’m dating the idol he used to train with. yanno, the one who debuted over him.” 

bakugou clicks his tongue cockily.  “he’ll get over it. call him. c’mon, it’ll be funny and you love making me laugh.” 

“alright fine but you have to swear you’ll answer the next one.” you turn to the camera. “he’s right though, his laugh is the prettiest in the world.” 

bakugou blushes as you pull out your phone and scroll to the bottom of your contact list, surprised at yourself for not blocking and deleting the number. holding up the sleek device for everyone to view, you jab a thumb into the speaker button and watch with baited breath as it begins to ring throughout the studio.

“hello, yo speakin’,” a voice a little higher pitched than your husband’s filters through the speaker. it’s familiar, but doesn’t hold any of the comfort that bakugou brings. it’s been years since you ended things with your ex, the relationship was rocky and full of miscommunications and mistrusts before either of you skyrocketed to fame. there’s no malice between you both or a reason to cause katsuki why worry, you hope, but talking to yo shindou nowadays is akin to talking to a stranger. 

giving the camera an awkward thumbs up, you reply shyly. “hi shin, what’s up?” 

“oh hey sweetheart, this is a nice suprise.” your ex purrs through the line. you click the buttons side of your phone to turn up the volume — making sure his every word is picked up by the mics in the room. 

bakugou chimes in, clearly looking for an opportunity to show off. “hey asshole, don’t get too excited.” 

“hello to you too kats, what can i do you for princess?” 

“shin, don’t call me that. also we’re shooting truth or drink right now — newlyweds edition with kats. they wanted me to call, tell you i’m married or something… which i’m sure you know by now.” explaining in a rush, you push at bakugou’s forehead, right between arched, dark blonde brows to keep him and his laughter at bay. 

“it’s all anyone can talk about these days, especially when i’m on set. married couple of the year.” 

the producers mouth to you to ask shindou a question, in which you almost miss underneath the sounds of your newlywed husband suppressing snarky jokes and giggles. “they’re telling me to ask you if you’re happy for me ‘n kats. you don’t have to answer—“ 

“i am. happy for you. katsuki, as big as of an asshole as he is, makes you way fucking happier than i ever did. he’s good to you, but you’re better to him. the world wants to see you guys grow old together… i hope it stays that way or else i’ll have to swoop back in—“

cringing along the millions that will be watching in the near future, you slice through his words politely before bakugou can blow a gasket. “thanks, shin. you’re sweet.” 

“anything for you, sweetcheeks—“ 

“alright, alright. you’re pushin’ it now, freak. r’member i’m the one clapping these sweet cheeks and i’ll always be a better fuck than you—“ abruptly, your newfound husband snatches up your phone — growling possessively down the line as if to ward your ex off. 

“okaybyethankyou!” squealing you hang up the phone and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head banging on the table in front of you as you try to hide your flustered face. “that went better than expected.” 

the blonde before you shrugs nonchalantly as if he wasn’t seconds away from reaching into the phone and tearing shindou’s head from between his shoulders.  “i do love an opportunity to show you off, rub our marriage in people’s faces.” alas, he pours you both a shot, adding a mixer to yours, sort of as a reward for making it through the call. “kay, next card,” he swipes one from the top of the pile once more, carefully murmuring its contents into the studio’s cool air. “can the both of you name one person you would have invited into your marital bedroom on your wedding night? see if you’re both thinking of the same person. easy. on three?” 

“sure! one, two—“ you count, the temperature of the room raising as it awaits your big reveal. “kirishima.” 

“kirishima.” katsuki says at the same time before smirking cockily at the film crew. “next!”

you join him just as your foot flirtatious slides up his leg from underneath the table. “kats says eijirou is packin’, by the way.” your husband’s smile fades into an embarrassed look, everyone in the room laughing along with you. of course he’s seen it. of course you’ve talked about this before. “anyway, my turn! most romantic thing i’ve ever done for you? c’mon now kats, you can think of something. i’m pretty sweet.” 

reaching for your hand for the nth time during the shoot, bakugou laces his fingers with yours — decadent dark red eyes instantly drawn to the big rock on your engagement ring and the simple gold wedding band that sits above it as he recalls everything you’ve ever done for him. every gesture; every text, every act of physical touch or service. it would be hard to choose just one romantic thing.

the silence as he ponders almost fills you with dread, a nervousness fluttering about in your chest like a butterfly whose wings are beginning to fail them. they’d have to edit this part out if he couldn’t think of anything. 

but then, those plush pink lips that kiss you and call for you, part gently and a soft sentiment escape’s from between them. “you love me,” is all bakugou can say, eyes wide and genuine. “you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me…and, if we’re talkin’ specifics, you remember that time just before my album came out? before our wedding? i was fuckin’ stressed ‘n i was always locked up in the studio, trying to figure out the track list, the final song…” 

you nod slowly, exhaling deeply through your nose. “yeah?”  the background noise from the crew, cameras and mics wither away until it’s just yourself and bakugou in the room — holding hands as though you’re one another’s life lines. 

“it was three am ‘n you were in another city for a shoot but…you still made the drive over to have dinner with me. to make sure i ate,” the tip of katsuki’s rough and calloused thumb brushes over the bumps formed by your knuckles. “just to help me run through things even though i was freakin’ the fuck out and you had a flight to milan the next day. you ate with me and that meant a lot.” he seems wistful as he talks, forgetting that the world will be able to see his heart beating all tender like when the cameras are put away and the footage is polished up.

perhaps he doesn’t care if the world sees him being so vulnerable with the woman he loves on screen. they’ll usually find such openness hidden between the lyrics of his songs. so, perhaps it’s the little alcohol running through his system. nevertheless, quiet love and appreciation seeps from katsuki bakugou’s pours into the quiet atmosphere of the set, the emotions crash over you in waves that you welcome — almost reducing you to tears brewed just for him.

“you asshole,” you sniff, lacking all the spite the insulting nickname carries. “i didn’t think that night  meant so much to you… i just wanted to see my baby. wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

cocking his head to the side fondly, the blonde singer uses the back of his hand to wipe at your free falling tears you hadn’t realised were there. bakugou doesn’t let go of you the entire time. “don’t cry sweets, you know i hate t’see you cry.” 

watery laughter bubbles up on the seam of your lips. “don’t tell me what to do,”

“you said she drove from another city, would you guys say that distance made things difficult for you?” 

“sometimes,” you answer the director truthfully. “while we were engaged we’d plan our wedding across different time zones. when i was awake walking for fashion week he was sleeping in his studio making songs.” you explain, looking to katsuki to confirm.

he nods along with another squeeze of your hand. “it was hard yeah, but we got through it. now she has my ring on her finger ‘n she’s stuck with me.” 

“send help.” you mouth to the camera.

resuming the game, you snatch up a card and secretly hope that the question is a little more light hearted than the previous. “has my line of work ever made you jealous? oooh, good one,” adding the card to the ones already discarded, you squirm in your seat — excited to know your husband’s answer. “no shots! i want you sober and honest.” 

“i’ve hardly had anythin’ to drink!” katsuki snorts. “what’s the sayin’? a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? let me have something.” 

“no! i want sober words and sober thoughts, that’s the aim of the game, stink.” 

katsuki rolls his eyes so hard you fear they might drop out of his skull. “spoiled brat,” he mumbles begrudgingly, sucking his teeth. “okay before anyone says anythin’, i’m a secure guy. i trust and value my girl’s word above anyone else’s. i love seein’ her on billboards in every country i visit, on magazines at every airport I’ve ever flown from…”

“it feels like there’s a but coming.” 

“wait for it…” you hum gleefully.

“but i hate that one cover shoot you did with that nerd, izuku, for vogue. that’s it. never do that shit again.” bakugou finishes, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

nearly leaping out of your seat, you point at your husband — bewildered. “i knew it! you said it didn’t bother you!”

“of course it did! he had his grubby arms wrapped around you! he stinks.” 

“you did not just call izuku stinky, he’s got a feature on your album!” 

“his feature can kiss my ass,” you know that bakugou is only half serious, the two have written some beautiful songs together and the cover hardly meant anything — izuku models from time to time as well. it just so happens you also work for the same brands. “my turn again, rate my proposal on a scale of one to ten. how good did i do?”

“nine point five.” you nod assertively, speaking to your audience with love bursting through your heart. “he proposed to me at his first sold out concert, like literally stopped singing and apologised to all of his fans because he had something important to say. that’s when he asked me, in front of his entire world. kats’ is real private so it meant so much to me…”

the blonde leans back in his seat but brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss directly to your wedding rings. “only nine point five? cheeky fucker.”

“it’s only ‘cause your genius-self decided to chuck my ring into the crowd?” you scoff. 

“oi! i have good aim, you’re just shit at catchin’ things!” katsuki scoffs back, nudging you with his foot under the table. 

“back to the game love birds.” 

the two of you put your playful little spat on the back burner and you grasp the next card. “how many years into our our marriage do you think we’ll stop having sex—?” 

“never,” katsuki cuts you off, looking directly into the lense as he jabs a thumb in your direction. “i can’t ever get her off my cock. she’s fuckin’ insane.” 

heat flares up underneath the surface of your skin in embarrassment. “fuck you.” 

“right after this shoot, sweetheart.” he winks right back at you before nodding down at the cards. “last two, yeah? did your life turn out as expected?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you give the question some thought. life has an unpredictable nature, no matter who you are or where you come from. if someone had told you a year into your college degree, that you’d be in front of sorts of cameras as a profession for the rest of your life — you wouldn’t have believed them. if someone had told you that you’d find the love of your life shortly after, you would have called them a liar too. your past has been heavy, a dark cloud you never thought you’d be able to escape — hauntingly daunting.

and even though you know that it’s a burden to place the weight of your happiness on someone else’s shoulders — but you know that katsuki has always been your golden, blinding light at the end of the tunnel. he’s something you never expected, but someone you entirely deserve after everything life has thrown at you. 

“no, it hasn’t,” you whisper softly, ever so slightly distinct. your lover leans in, watching you curiously from over stacked question cards and bottles of barely touched alcohol. “i never expected to be so famous so young, that a silly little dream of mine could come true. that i never expected, i still can’t believe it…but, it’s like… meeting you. falling in love with you, on top of all that? it’s like i was destined to be with you, kats. you’re my soulmate. i knew that from the start.” 

just like you earlier, emotion wells up inside katsuki. it breaches the cavity of his chest, slows down the rate of his heart and lungs and brings a slight shine to his beautiful blood red eyes. he sniffs but doesn’t dare look away from you — reading deep into your soul despite knowing the pages of it off by heart. “i feel the same,” he mumbles, reaching over to cup your face even with all of the cameras around. “i never expected to go on tour, sell albums and make music…but i feel like my heart always knew you were waitin’ for me.” quietness fills the space between the two of you, neither of you needing to say much. you cup the wrist of his hand that touched your face, leaning into his palm and pressing a kiss to it. “we’re so fuckin’ corny.” 

“you love it.”  you reply instantly. “i love you.” 

“see?” katsuki asks the production crew as he draws the last card for both of you — holding it out for you to read. “cornball.” 

“it’s cute! she’s cute and corny!”

“what about the rest of our marriage do you look forward to most?” since the video shoot is coming to an end, and you hardly want to cry any more, you both decide to make your answers short and sweet. “i look forward to spending forever by your side, taking over the world one continent at a time.” you gush, meaning every single word, smiling adoringly. 

“ditto, can’t wait to grow old with you, brat.” bakugou mirrors your expression and finally, finally ends the shoot by pressing the ghost of a kiss to your awaiting lips. you feel warm knowing how comfortable he’s grown over the course of filming, even more so at all of the truths he’s given you tonight. 

“that’s a wrap! thank you so much guys!”

katsuki salutes the camera, finishing up for you. “we’ve been the bakugous playin’ truth or drink. buy my album, see me on tour, buy a magazine with my wife’s beautiful face on it. like and subscribe.” all the while, you reflect on everything that you’ve learned about your husband whilst filming — that he loves you a lot more than he lets on, that you have his heart for all of eternity, that nothing in this world and cause his love for you to waver, 

and as your matching wedding bands continue to gleam beneath the dimming studio lights, you only hope that he knows that you feel the exact same way about loving him too.

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𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝓎 ༊*·˚

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simon "ghost" riley - baking with him, a piece of you, simon's punishment, it's you

john "captain" price - domestic husband, first meeting, even a worm will turn

kyle "gaz" garrick - infatuated with you, his world, would u love me if i were a worm?, redamancy

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kyle garrick ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾

soap mactavish ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾

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price ⸺ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

gaz ⸺ 1 2 3

ghost ⸺ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 ⁽ⁿᵉʷ!⁾

tf141 ⸺ 1

cod men rambles ⸺ with nsfw visuals

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john price ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏

simon riley ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓂 ⁽ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵇ!⁾

kyle garrick ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾

soap mactavish ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾

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ghost ⸺ pornstar!ghost x camera!reader ghost ⸺ say, i love you ghost ⸺ the guard dog ⁽ⁿᵉʷ!⁾

ghost ⸺ ( short ) birds of a feather [ one, two ]

ghost ⸺ ( short ) stay [ one, two, three ]

𝒻𝓍 | 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇 ♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸

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carmen "carmy" berzatto - home, lagoon gaze,

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shade ( sfw )

monster!boyfriend ( nsfw )

dragon ( sfw )

minotaur ( nsfw )

werewolf ( nsfw )

gargoyle ( nsfw )

paralysis demon ( nsfw )

ghost ( nsfw )

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werewolf

ghost

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loran ⁽ᵒʳᶜ⁾

elias ⁽ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ⁾

wendigo

goblins

drusyn ⁽ᵃˡⁱᵉⁿ⁾ ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾

caspian ⁽ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ⁾ ⸺ 1

kallisto ⁽ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ⁾ ⸺ 1 ⁽ⁿᵉʷ!⁾

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𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸 ₊˚ෆ ˘͈ᵕ˘ֶ͈֢

mitachurl ( nsfw )

multifandom imagine ( sfw )

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pov: your camera roll if you were dating wakatoshi ushijima.

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featuring. hsr men 〆 wc. 1.0k

art creds. 海仑 on weibo 〆 contains. mentions of being drunk/drinking, some suggestiveness but still sfw

gia's notes. new layout bc im allergic to keeping a theme 🏰 also i'm writing this while i procrastinate an essay. which is due in like.. 8.5 hours. and i am 2k over the word limit. joy upon joy.

╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 What HSR men says when they are drunk. ❞

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re SWEET when they’re drunk.

his voice gets a touch softer, a little lower so that you have to crane your neck and lean in real close to him to catch what he's saying over the bustle of the bar that you went to and the chatter of your friends that you came with. it’s like you’re in your own little universe with him, the sweet pinkish tint to his cheeks and the dilated pupils a look that you could definitely get used to- not that his usual more reserved look didn’t make your heart hammer in your chest, too.

but it's just so rare to see him like this, for him to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like every word that passes your lips is a prayer, whose hands furl and unfurl in his lap like he's itching to touch you (you wish he would).

it's not like he really says much, per se, instead opting to watch your every move wide-eyed and with a slackened jaw. you're growing warm under his gaze, and you stutter out that he'll really have to quit staring at you like that before you get the wrong idea. that does little to stop his actions, though he does flash you a sheepish smile.

"i'm sorry, you just look so beautiful."

you almost choke as you take a sip of your own drink.

gepard, dan heng (imbibitor lunae), moze, luocha

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re FLIRTY when they’re drunk.

it should be illegal for him to be this much of a smooth talker with that many drinks in his system. he's completely and utterly shameless, one arm rested casually against the back of your chair and his whole undivided attention on you as he throws every line he knows right at you hoping that one will land.

you'd be lying if you said that you weren't enjoying this attention from him, though there's the remaining sober part of you screaming how he's just a friend over and over, but when he dips his head low to whisper into your ear you're delighted to find that part of you audibly drown out.

everything about him is just so... tantalising. the way his silver tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, him not missing the way your eyes follow the movement. the way he leans back in his seat, the hungry yet calculating look in his eyes doing something to you. the way you see him deliberating over something before finally opening his mouth to speak.

and when he asks you if you want to get out here with him, it's only natural for you to accept his offer.

aventurine (realistically he gets sad when he drinks but that is not romantical or lighthearted at all) jiaoqiu, gallagher, boothill

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TALKATIVE when they’re drunk.

even on a good day, he's known to just talk, and talk, and talk if he gets going. that particular quality only seems to be amplified by the alcohol coursing through his system. he's been talking your ear off for the past half hour or so, a never-ending flow of words escaping his lips as he seems to he telling you just about everything that's on his mind.

you see the glances from others, the pity edging its way to concern adorning their features, but little do they know that you don't mind one bit.

while he may not be everyone's favourite to talk to, you've always found something within you compelled to sit and listen while he talks. he's always had something interesting to say, always been wary of if you are feeling tired or bored (not that you ever would be of him), and over your few encounters you've grown to be rather fond of him.

he's still talking now, an enthusiastic gleam in his eye as you smile and nod, propping your chin against your hand as you get comfy and study his features unbothered.

he sees the affectionate look on your face and stops for a moment, smiling widely and stuttering a few times before continuing.

dr ratio, sampo, mr reca, argenti

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TIRED when they’re drunk.

it's something that happened once, a few months ago when you had drank with them for the first time. you had all been in a group, and you had been chatting away with your friends rather livelily (i dont think that's a word) until you promptly felt a weight against your shoulder.

your reactions are a bit sluggish, but when you do turn to see just what it could be you're surprised to see a head of hair, and your tipsy brain just about manages to realise he's slumped over, dozing off on your shoulder, much to the amusement of everyone at the table.

you find it rather funny yourself, sneaking your phone out of your pocket to snap a rather unflattering-angled photo of him (which he still manages to look good in) that you send to him the next morning (he smiled to himself as he saw your grinning face in the corner of it and saved it to his camera roll).

you don't quite have the heart to wake him up or shrug him off, so you sort of just... let him be and continue talking like nothing had happened. some nondescript amount of time later he wakes up, blinking uncertainly as he gains his surroundings, before jolting up ramrod straight and apologising to you.

you giggle, tell him it's alright and tease that he must be getting old to be asleep this early, which is met with an unimpressed look from him.

but from that night onwards, it happens a little too... often to be some chance.

every time he drinks, without fail, his head drops onto your shoulder. it's somewhat of a routine to snap a photo of him like this, to admire it in secret before sending it to him, and it's somewhat of a tradition now for him to wake up and instead send you a reserved smile before letting himself doze off on your shoulder again.

not that either of you are complaining.

blade, jing yuan, caelus, welt

➤ IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

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how they like to kiss you w. one piece men ˚ 𐙚 ⋆.

.sfw.

❥ they kiss you like.. a hungry beast. hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts. he needs to touch you - his hands on your bare skin, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after. a fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law, eustass kid, killer, paulie, sir crocodile, smoker, akagami no shanks, buggy the clown, donquixote doflamingo, king, kaku, lucci, silvers rayleigh

❥ they kiss you like.. a sloppy first-timer. weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot. it’s a greedy and messy kiss. it’s mostly tongue when he tries to push his way between your lips, firmly gripping the back of your head. a string of saliva connects your lips when you finally part.

monkey d. luffy, usopp, portgas d. ace, eustass kid, akagami no shanks, buggy the clown, donquixote doflamingo, paulie

❥ they kiss you like.. you’re a delicate flower that needs meticulous care. it’s slow. tracing your lips with a fingertip until he can’t resist any longer, tilting your chin towards him for a kiss. his thumb trailing down to your jawbone. you feel his soft touch against your skin, ever so slightly grazing it with tenderness and affection.

sanji, sabo, killer, sir crocodile, benn beckman, dracule mihawk, koza, marco, corazon

❥ they kiss you like.. a secret that’s making its way to your ears. a curious and uncertain soft kiss that turns into a fever. a gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion. a kiss so ardent, so perfect - that after you part, neither one of you can open your eyes for a few moments afterwards.

roronoa zoro, sanji, usopp, sabo, iceburg, akagami no shanks, benn beckman, koza, king, kaku, marco, corazon

❥ they kiss you like.. you’ll forget how he tastes. quick pecks here and there, finishing on the mouth. every time he leaves or comes back you’re greeted with one warm kiss. you can’t possibly escape it. he’ll tilt your head up towards him to steal one or distract you from whatever you’re doing so he can get one.

sanji, usopp, franky, trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, killer, smoker, akagami no shanks, yasopp, koza, lucci, silvers rayleigh

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Starshine [Haikyuu]

chapter one

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Kokoa Sugawara got through life by being herself. She didn't know how to be anyone else. Often times she felt as though she was stuck in her brother's shadow, after all, they liked many of the same things and constantly did the same things. Only, he was the fantastic volleyball player that everyone loved. She was just the sports photographer following in her twin's footsteps. But one day, she meets a boy whose freckles are aligned like stars, guiding her to him.

Tadashi was used to being in Kei's shadow. In fact, he often liked it that way. When he and Kokoa meet, he finds that he doesn't mind being in the spotlight, as long as she's controlling its gaze.

pairing(s): tadashi yamaguchi x fem!oc

warnings: none

a/n: this story will alternate between short and long chapters. this chapter is mostly long just to get the ball rolling!

It was the start of a new school year and the sun was shining brightly over Karasuno high school. Old and new students were arriving to find their classes, go to club meetings, or just converse with friends before the school day started.

Kokoa Sugawara made her way across the campus, camera hanging from her neck and steadied by her hands. Walking through the halls, she finds her brother along with most of the upperclassmen belonging to the boy's volleyball club.

Kiyoko hands Daichi the paper she had clutched in her grasp. “Here, the club applicants list,” she said, her voice gentle and soothing.

“Thank you,” the volleyball captain takes the paper with a smile. It turns into a nervous frown when he glances down at the contents of the paper. “So few…we used to have a lot more.”

“It’ll grow, Daichi,” co-captain Koshi Sugawara says, trying to reassure his friend. He smiles at his sister when she shuffles on her feet beside him.

“Who knows,” Kokoa chimed in. “You may not need more if this year's applicants are like, wickedly good or something.”

“Who says wickedly?” Her brother asks, a teasing smile on his face.

“Uhh, me,” she tells him, an identical smile on her face.

“Kiyoko, looking beautiful today as usual!” Tanaka interrupts them, smiling bashfully at the third-year manager. She completely ignores him, walking away from the group. “She turns me on when she ignores me!”

The rest of them give him strange looks before slowly making their way to the gym for morning practice.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

“The setter from Kitagawa is on our team?” Suga asks as the group makes their way across the campus grounds.

Tanaka nods. “But the guy’s totally cocky.”

“Don’t try and intimidate him, okay?” Daichi scolds Tanaka, knowing he will probably do this as soon as he sets his eyes on the new first years.

Tanaka blanches. “I-I wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Ryu,” Kokoa tells him.

He shoots his head over and glares playfully at her. “Shut it, Koa,” he tells her and bumps his shoulder with hers.

The two third years and two second years walk into the gym to find some of the recruits already there. 

“Hello,” the tall, raven-haired one says, his face straight and his tone dry.

Tanaka makes an intimidating face and everyone else stays straight-faced or smiles. “Hey! Who said you guys could–”

“You’re Kageyama?” Daichi cuts Tanaka off.

“Yes.”

The small ginger slowly moves to stand behind the four upperclassmen.

“Nice to meet you. We’re glad you’re here,” Daichi tells him.

Suga observes the new first year. “You’re quite tall.”

Tanaka makes a “thug face” at Kageyama, trying to intimidate him. “He needs an initiation, Suga! Let’s give him a reason to be intimidated by the third-years!”

“Tanaka, stop with that face,” Daichi scolds the second-year wing spiker.

“Hello!” The other first-year tries to get their attention. None of them notice him except for Kokoa who tilts her head in confusion at the small boy, watching him curiously.

“How tall are you?” Daichi asks Kageyama.

“180 cm.” (​​5'9.2")

Suga observes him with calculating eyes. “Oh…”

“What? You’re cocky!” Tanaka shouts out, trying to intimidate him again but the first year gives him no reaction.

“Hello!” The ginger shouts again and Kokoa’s eyes widen in surprise before she smiles at him.

The others finally seem to hear him and turn to give him their attention.

Tanaka seems to recognize the short player. “Huh? Oh! You!”

The ginger stares up at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“Shorty #1!”

Suga now seems to recognize him too. “Oh!”

“So the other applicant here, Hinata, is…you?” Daichi asks and Hinata nods his head in confirmation. “I’m a little surprised, to be honest. So both of you are here at Karasuno?”

“Um…,” Hinata says confused.

“We saw your match last year,” Suga told him.

“You’re way short and kinda sucked, but you’ve got guts,” Tanaka says.

Hinata smiles brightly. “Thanks!”

“Your jumps were fantastic!” Kokoa tells him. His eyes widen when he sees her and his face turns crimson.

“But clearly you haven’t grown much since,” Tanaka interrupts the moment.

Hinata’s flustered state immediately disappears and he turns to look at Tanaka. “I may be little, but I can jump! I’ll be Karasuno’s ace! Just watch me!”

“Hey, hey…The newbie says he’s gonna be the ace? You’ve got some nerve!”

Suga smiles kindly at the short first year. “Your ambition is admirable, nothing wrong with that.”

“I-I’ll do my best!” Hinata tells them.

Kageyama gives Hinata a blank look. “Hey…If you want to be the ace, I hope you’ve improved. If you goof around, you’ll waste another three years.”

“What did you say?” Hinata asks, turning to glare at Kageyama.

“Why did you say that, Kageyama?” Daichi asks, his voice undertoned with exasperation.

“Don’t tell me everything I’ve done is a waste! I played with everything I had.”

Daichi keeps trying to get them to calm down. “You guys, you know, you’re not enemies anymore. Volleyball is about teamwork–”

“I’ll challenge you!” Hinata yells, pointing crudely at Kageyama.

Kokoa had stayed silent throughout the ordeal, silently snickering under her breath at the wild first years. Suga sees her laughing and elbows her in the side, making her do the same back before stopping.

“Hey! Daichi is still talking!” Tanaka tells the chaotic first years.

“Challenge me to what?” Kageyama asks.

“Volleyball, what else?” Hinata tells him.

“How do you expect to challenge me one-on-one?”

“Huh? L-Like a passing contest!”

Daichi is staring at them from behind with an irritated smile. The other upperclassmen start getting nervous watching him knowing that making him angry is bound to cause problems.

“How do you compete at passing?”

“Uhh…” Hinata blanks, not sure how to answer the question.

Tanaka yells out at them again. “Listen, damn it!”

An older man suddenly walks into the gym, hearing the noise. “What’s the commotion, volleyball club?” He asks.

“Yikes! The vice principal!” Tanaka whispers in worry.

“Teacher!” Suga says.

Tanaka copies. “Teacher!”

“You’d better not be fighting,” the man tells them, looking for any way to get them all in trouble.

Daichi chuckles nervously. “Of course not. Just a friendly rivalry, right? Happens all the time.”

“The vice principal likes to make trouble for us, so keep it down.” Tanaka tries to subtly warn the first years but they don’t get the idea.

“Serve to me! I’ll return them all!” Hinata tells Kageyama.

“Hey!” Tanaka says.

“I was only able to get one of your serves last year,” Hinata says. “But I’ve been training with all kinds of people. I’m not the same person as last year.”

“Not the same as last year, huh?” Kageyama asks. He picks up a ball and holds it out as a challenge. “I’m not the same as last year, either. You’re not the only one who’s trained.”

“Now, now, guys. Let’s not get carried away,” Daichi placates.

“Is he a first-year student?” The vice principal asks.

Hinata crouches, preparing to receive the ball.

“Get ready,” Kageyama says before he does a jump serve. The ball speeds across the gym.

Hinata narrowly misses being hit by the ball and falls to the ground. “None of the girl volleyball players or old ladies served like that!”

“How’s that different from last year? You still suck!”

“One more,” Hinata says, determined and ready to receive another one.

“Hey. Enough is enough,” Daichi says.

The vice principal narrows his eyes. “They don’t listen to their captain. This could be a problem.”

Kageyama does another jump serve. Hinata moves quickly to receive. He receives the ball with his arms, but it goes into his face and ricochets.

The vice principal keeps speaking. “If this keeps happen–” He gets cut off by the ball hitting him in the face, making his wig fly off and land on Daichi’s head.

“He was wearing a wig?” Kageyama asks quietly.

Hinata nods. “You just noticed? Everyone at the entrance ceremony could tell.”

“You guys! Shut up!” Tanaka says, trying to hold in his laughter.

“Tanaka, you shut up, too!” Suga tells him.

“Sawamura, I’d like a word with you.” The vice principal beckons Daichi to follow after him.

Once they leave the room bellowing laughter echoes throughout the gym. Everyone turns to see Kokoa kneeling over, holding her stomach as she laughs.

“Ko, stop laughing!” Suga scolds his sister.

She wipes tears from her eyes, standing upright again. “What? He deserves it…Guy’s a douche.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

After school that day Daichi has everyone meet back in the gym. “Fortunately, he’s not punishing us. And no apologies necessary, you guys are getting off lucky.” Everyone sighs in relief. “Provided you all agree that you saw nothing.” The first years glare at each other. “But, you guys…”

“All because you couldn’t receive a serve! You suck,” Kageyama scolds Hinata. “What’s different from last year? I was dumb to believe you could make that kind of progress in just a few months.”

“You talk too much,” Hinata tells him, making Kageyama’s scowl deepen.

Daichi starts getting mad at them again. “Hey! I want you to listen to me. I don’t know what your motive was for coming to Karasuno, but I’m sure you came here intending to end the year in victory.”

“Yes!” Hinata says.

Kageyama responds with a monotone, “Of course.”

“Karasuno was one of the top teams in the prefecture until a few years ago. It happened only once, but we even went to nationals.” Daichi’s tone was one of pride before it turned somber. “Now we rank, at best, in the prefecture’s top 8. We’re neither weak nor strong. Other schools call us things like the “Flightless Crows” or “Fallen Champs”.”

“I remember when Karasuno competed in spring nationals. They competed against the country’s best teams, in a huge gymnasium in Tokyo. It gave me goosebumps, and it still does.” He becomes determined. “We’re going to go there again.”

“​​There are many schools dreaming of going to nationals,” Kageyama tells him, trying to be honest and not realizing he put a dampener on the mood.

Tanaka gets offended. “Wha-! You bastard…”

“Don’t worry,” Daichi says. “I mean what I say. For us to make that happen, our team has to be unified. And we can’t have the vice principal keeping an eye on us. He’s always looking for ways to shut us down.”

Daichi walks menacingly toward Kageyama and Hinata. Suga, Kokoa, and Tanaka back away. “I’m not telling you guys to become buddies because frankly, I don’t know if you two are capable of that with one another. Even if you were enemies on opposite sides of the net in junior high, I need you to understand that now, you’re on the same side.”

He makes a menacing face, frightening the first years as he grabs both of their shoulders. “No matter how skilled you are, no matter how willing you are to give it your all…If you fail to get along and hinder your teammates…” He pushes Hinata and Kageyama out of the gymnasium door and slams their applications on their faces. “You’re not wanted! Until you realize that you’re both teammates, you won’t be participating in this club!” He finally slams the door shut on them, leaving them outside and separated from the upperclassmen.

“Are you sure about this, Daichi?” Suga asks. “They’re still members. Teams come together eventually, anyway. It doesn’t always happen right away.”

“Yeah,” Kokoa says. “This seems a bit harsh for a couple of first years.”

“I know that, but…” Daichi trails off.

“I apologize! I swear I’ll get along with this guy! Please let me participate in the club!” Kageyama yells from outside, causing all of them to pause.

The gymnasium doors open and Daichi stares menacingly. “Do you really mean that?”

“If I had to cooperate with this guy in a match, I’d rather receive, spike, and toss all by myself.”

“How could you say that?” Hinata yells at him.

Daichi stares at him disbelievingly. “I can’t believe you just told me your true feelings. But I think that’s a good thing. Still, in volleyball, you can’t drop the ball, you can’t hold the ball, and one player can’t touch the ball twice. How do you plan to play by yourself?”

Kageyama pouts as Daichi smiles and closes the door again.

Inside the gymnasium, the players are practicing.

“Right!” Daichi yells. The spike is blocked, and someone dives to save it. “Tanaka, block and follow properly.”

“Yes!” The wing spiker replies.

Kiyoko enters a few minutes later and Tanaka immediately spots her. “Kiyoko-san, good to see you. I’ll get that for you.” He says, offering to help her carry the items in her arms.

“Never mind. I’ll hold it myself,” she says but immediately gives some of her load to Kokoa when she walks over to help.

“Kiyoko, you’re beautiful as ever today!” She ignores him again.

“How come you never compliment me, Ryu?” Kokoa asks him jokingly, yelling over her shoulder while she follows after Kiyoko. Tanaka stutters after her and she laughs at him and keeps walking.

Suga runs to close the door before the first years can sneak in.

After practice that night Daichi, Tanaka, and the Sugawara siblings stayed behind. 

Tanaka starts joking around, trying to figure out what the first years are going to do. “They’ll probably say, ‘Let us in if we can beat you in a match.’’’

“That’s possible,” Suga says. “But all they have to show just a little remorse, that’s all.”

“Captain!” They hear both of the first years yell from behind the door before they go over to open it. “Let us challenge you to a match, the two of us against you upperclassmen!”

“Are these guys for real?” Tanaka asks, unbelieving.

“One, two…,” the first years quietly count. “We’ll prove that we can cooperate as a team!”

Kokoa looks at them oddly. “I heard them say ‘one, two’,” she tells her brother.

“I can’t say I dislike these guys,” Tanaka says, laughter in his tone.

Daichi looks at them skeptically. “And what if you lose?”

“We’ll endure any penalty,” Kageyama says with no hesitation.

“Hmm…Then now’s the time,” Daichi decides. “There are two other first-year applicants besides you guys. It’ll be a three-on-three match against them. We play this game every year, just to see what the new members are made of.”

“But how does it become three-on-three?” Hinata asks. “Who’s our third team member?”

“Tanaka, I want you to be on Hinata’s side.”

The second-year wing spiker shoots his head to the side to look at the captain. “What? Me?”

“You don’t dislike them, right?”

“That doesn’t mean I want to play with them.”

Daichi smirks at him knowingly. “I see. I thought you’d be the only one here who could discipline these troublemakers.”

Tanaka loses his moody disposition, suddenly hyped up to help his juniors. “Oh well! I guess it can’t be helped! I’ll do it.”

“And if you lose the match, as long as we third-years are here, Kageyama will never play setter.”

“Huh…,” Kageyama says, suddenly worried. “That’s all?” Hinata asks, confused as to why the punishment only affects the setter.

“That’s because our team can’t win with a self-centered setter,” Daichi tells them. “A guy who banks on his skills, but loses.” Kageyama starts getting mad. “What’s the matter? I’m not ejecting you from the club. You’d be good in other positions, too, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m a setter!” Kageyama growls out.

“Then win. You’re here because you think you can win by yourself, right?”

Hinata shuffles on his feet in anticipation. “Eh? I-I’m here, too!”

“The game will be Saturday morning,” the captain decides.

“I-I’m here, too!” Hinata repeats.

“Listen up!” Tanaka yells at them. “Tanaka-senpai’s gonna teach you a lesson.”

Suga pulls Tanaka back into the gym by the scruff of his shirt.

“Understood?” Daichi asks before he shuts the door again.

“Are we being a little too hard on those guys?” Suga asks.

Tanaka nods. “You’re stricter than usual, Daichi.”

“Do you have some special reason in mind?”

“You guys saw their match last year,” the captain says. “Kageyama had outstanding ability as a junior-high student, but his ability hasn’t yielded any results. Plus, he’s self-centered, which means he’ll repeat the same mistakes he did in junior high. He’ll get in the way of the team for sure. But what’s different from junior high is that Hinata is on the same team now with Kageyama.”

“Hinata?” Tanaka asks. “Well, he’s sort of a ball of athletic reflexes, but…”

“Yeah. He’s far removed from his true potential, but he has rare speed and reflexes, not to mention his jump. He didn’t get a chance to play with a proper setter in junior high. And Kageyama is seeking a fast spiker who can hit his tosses. Those guys are imperfect on their own, but put their abilities together…If we can utilize that combination, Karasuno will evolve explosively! Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, it may work,” Kokoa chimes in. “If only those two can come to the same conclusion as you did.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Tanaka is standing by the window and goes quiet for a few minutes before speaking up again. “Ahem! Oh, yes. Morning practice is at 7:00 AM tomorrow, right?”

Suga looks at him weirdly. “Of course, but why did you ask that all of a sudden?”

Tanaka gets nervous and tries to deflect Suga’s suspicion. “Ah, um, well…Was the vice principal’s wig okay?”

Daichi whips his head over to Tanaka. “Hey, stop talking about that!”

After cleaning up the gym, everyone starts to make their way home. “Go ahead, Koshi. I’ll catch up with you,” Kokoa tells her brother while she falls into step next to Tanaka. Once Suga and Daichi are out of earshot, Kokoa turns to Tanaka with a straight face. “You’re sneaking the first years in before practice to help them tomorrow aren’t you?”

Tanaka looks at her surprised. “How the hell did you know?”

“Dude, you’re so obvious. You know what time practice is. And you’re on their team for the practice match so obviously, you want them to do good.”

“Okay, so what’s it matter to you?”

“I want to come.” “What, why?”

She shrugs him off. “No reason…Might be fun or something.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

The following morning, Kokoa woke up bright and early to meet Tanaka to help the first-years practice. On her way out, she leaves a note for her brother letting him know where she’s going, knowing he will find out eventually.

Dragging her feet, she rounds the corner of the school grounds, spotting her fellow second-year waiting at the entrance gates for her.

“Ryuuu,” she whines, eyes drooping in exhaustion and body slumping against his when she reaches him.

He chuckles at her, patting her back softly. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Tired.” She pouts, looking up at him.

“You didn’t have to come, you know? You could have stayed home and slept some more.”

She buries her face back into his body and shakes her head before mumbling something.

“What?”

Kokoa leans up again. “Carry.” Giving him her best puppy dog eyes, she silently begs him.

Sighing, Tanaka turns around and crouches slightly. “Get on you baby.”

“Yay,” she cheers under her breath and clumsily climbs onto his back and rests her chin on his shoulder as they make their way to the gym to meet the rowdy first years.

When they finally make it to the gym, they see the two waiting around by the doors.

“5:00 AM sure is rough,” Tanaka says, gaining their attention.

They both whip around, spotting their upperclassmen making their way over. “Tanaka!” Hinata shouts in surprise.

“We’ve gotta get out of here before 7:00 AM,” he tells them. He produces the keys for the gym and shuffles Kokoa, adjusting her position on his back.

“Tanaka!” Hinata shouts again in appreciation.

Kageyama nods to the second year. “Thanks!”

Tanaka boasts to them. “What a good senpai I am. Call me Tanaka-senpai.”

“Tanaka-senpai!” They say.

“Once again!” He goads.

“Tanaka-senpai!”

“Quit it, Tanaka. You don’t need an even bigger ego.” Kokoa’s quiet voice is heard from his shoulder.

“Oi!” Tanaka bristles at her, pinching her calf where he holds her, making her twitch slightly. “Alright. Time to practice.” He unlocks the doors for them and Kageyama and Hinata immediately start fighting over who will enter the gymnasium first. Tanaka looks on, discouraged.

“Cut it out! I’m going first!” The tangerine says.

“Tanaka is in there! He was first,” Kageyama fights back.

“If that’s what you think, move!”

Tanaka starts getting impatient with his kohai. “Hey. There’s no time…” He turns on the lights for the group.

“Wow, the gymnasium!” Hinata says.

Kageyama deadpans at the ginger. “You were here yesterday.”

Ignoring the first years, Tanaka gently sets down his fellow second year, holding her steady until she gains steady footing.

Hinata finally seems to notice her. “Hey. You were here yesterday too.”

Kokoa hums in affirmation. “I’m Kokoa Sugawara, Koshi’s sister. You can just call me Kokoa though, it gets pretty confusing.”

“Are you the manager?” Hinata looks at her with stars in his eyes.

“No,” she smiled at him, feeling like his smile was like the sunrise waking her up in the morning. “Kiyoko is the manager. I’m the photographer.”

“Karasuno has a sports photographer?” Kageyama asks.

“Well, not technically,” she tells them. “I’m in the photography club and the content I cover is the volleyball team. I go to practices, camps, and matches to take photos of the teams and members. I also like to write about plays and stuff to give my photos some background.”

“Bwaaaaa– That’s so cool!!” Hinata jumps a few times, arms and legs spreading out like a starfish.

“Okay, okay,” Tanaka says, putting his hands on Hinata’s shoulders to keep him wedged to the ground. “Less fawning over your amazing upperclassmen, more practicing volleyball.”

“Yes!” The two first years eagerly agreed and the three players started warming up.

“Huh,” Kokoa muses. “I didn’t know you knew the word ‘fawning’, Ryu.”

The wing spiker sticks his tongue out at her and drags the first years off behind him to practice for their upcoming match.

[6ronze]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ───── 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐵𝑂𝑁, where you insist on tying up a pink ribbon around one of their biceps. includes: zayne, gojo, rindou.

warning(s) -> pure fluff w sum suggestive moments. sfw. fem!reader, established relationship, incredibly domestic shit, short scenarios, not proofread, wc is 1.8k.

𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 : urm. ik im suppose to be working on my other wips but i need sum fluff rn

ZAYNE

Your oh-so-busy boyfriend finally took a day off, and you were determined to make the most of it. So you started the satisfying morning by sleeping in till past 10, something either of you rarely done because of work.

You didn’t spare Zayne from the stupid questions you’ve kept stacked in your mind, your curiosity ranging from medical facts to his daily routine during weekends before you got together. The poor surgeon sighed more than he did for an entire day of work but answered nonetheless.

It was all bearable for Zayne until you finished breakfast—or brunch, whatever it was you had. The patters of feet coming from your shared bedroom while Zayne was sat on the couch in the living room was enough for him to pinch the bridge between his brows, bracing for an incoming request that would no doubt involve some point of ridiculousness.

“What is this time?” He queried tentatively, turning his head over his side to see you approaching him, the grin on your face unmistakable. “And what is it you’re holding?”

“A ribbon,” you answered with a hum that had way too much enthusiasm for his liking (affectionately).

“C’mon, it’s a harmless pink ribbon! No need to frown and glare at it,” you chuckled, the furrow of his brows and narrow of his eyes all too familiar.

“I’m not glaring at the ribbon, the ribbon is innocent. I’m glaring at your hands, to be exact. They’re the ones most prone to mischief,” he pointed out, eyes trailing over you as you eventually stood ahead of him. His head tilted up to look at your face, an attempt to gauge your intentions with the pink ribbon you held.

“You’re overanalysing it,” you rolled your eyes, reaching out a hand to gently grab one of his arms, holding it up. “Stay still,” you giggled, catching his full attention all of the sudden, hazel green eyes darting between your face and your working hands.

“There! All done,” he heard you exclaim bubbly, his gaze zeroing in to the neat bow you’ve made with the pink ribbon around his bicep.

“Tell me why exactly you’ve decided to do this? Decoration?” He queried, glancing up at your standing figure in front of him with pure curiosity—and perhaps a hint of sarcasm.

“Well, yes. I suppose I am decorating you since you lack colour,” you retorted, folding your arms against your chest, looking proud at your handiwork.

“I believe I have a good colour palette for furniture and clothes, thank you very much,” he scoffed, not a sense of malice lacing his words despite his mask of displeasure.

“So you find this cute?” Zayne muttered, looking over to his now free arm, lifting it up straight and tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to expose the ribbon you’ve tied around him more. And while he did so, he unintentionally flexed his muscles, giving you a free exhibit of the your boyfriend, reminding you he works out despite spending most of his time in the hospital.

Amidst your staring, he had turned his head over to you, tilting his head at your fixation on his arm.

GOJO

One of the rare days where Gojo takes a day off for you, he tends to prefer spending it lazying around with you at home rather than going out. One of the reason? He’s a lazy fuck.

Well that’s one of them, but the other reason is he loves the simplicity of merely being there with you, holding you, maybe even getting to know parts of you that he didn’t—though, he insists that’s impossible.

Rather than shrugging him off and giving him the cold shoulder at his clinginess, you insist on matching his behaviour, except occasional exchanges of wit between you were inevitable.

“What’s that, princess? Trynna copy my blindfold look with a pink ribbon?” He drawled with a grin, awfully interested on your busy self even with the movie he picked playing on TV. The soft pink fabric around your fingers entranced him in a sense, his jewel eyes alternating between your concentrated face and the fiddles you made with the ribbon.

“No, I’m not. Your blindfold doesn’t even look half as good as this ribbon,” you remarked, words turning to a mumble halfway with how focused you got on fiddling with the ribbon. His arm around your shoulder squeezed you slightly, tucking you in close before hooking his arm around your neck instead.

“Piss off. You know I look good in anything,” Gojo chuckled, musing with confidence by your ear.

“What do you plan on doing with it anyway? Want me to tie you up with it?” He suggested, tone suspiciously innocent. You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well it was a ruse to lead you to something else. So you elbowed his chest gently, earning a dramatic groan from the smirking man.

“Like hell am I letting you do that. Instead, why don’t I tie it on you instead?” You huffed, the sudden idea going to your head and making you turn over to him more. His white lashes fluttered at you as he blinked, looking somewhat dumbfounded at your threat.

“Hey, hey, what’re you doin’ now? Weak thing like that isn’t gonna be able to restrain me, sweetheart,” he leaned away when you shifted to face him better, hand capturing his arm. You couldn’t help but scoff at his reaction, panicking away from you the second he saw that sly gleam in your eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, idiot,” you grumbled, wrapping the ribbon around his upper arm, compression shirt giving you a clear outline of his biceps.

“Not like you can anyway,” he mumbled underneath his breath like you wouldn’t hear him. However, you did, giving him another light yet firm slap to his arm and ripping one more of his exaggerated ows.

“This one of those trends on social media or something? Usually, I’d be the one wrapping you up like a pretty little gift,” he asked, looking over at you curiously as you tied a bow from the pink ribbon around his still arm. “Yeah, so what if it is?” you challenged, not bothering to pull your focus away from the bow you were tying on him still. And fuck, did you seem like the most adorable thing in the world to him.

“Just asking, baby,” he laughed softly, finding your retort cute rather than hurtful. He knew better than to take any of your little fits seriously anyway.

“There,” you muttered, releasing his arm with a satisfied look since the bow came out perfectly. Gojo on the other hand moved his arm around as if you’ve added prosthetics to his body instead, earning a lighthearted glare from you.

“So what? I just flex my muscles around to tighten it up?” He queried with a quirked brow, lifting his arm up and flexing his muscles on command, the delicate ribbon visibly constricting his biceps when he did so. You couldn’t help but stare and wonder. Darn this man for doing the most attractive things so obliviously.

RINDOU

Rindou had finally graced your pleas to take a day off from work for the two of you. And while you thought it would be a great day for dates and all, you ended up sleeping in with him, unable to truly get up from the comfort of the bed and his warmth. You two mumbled in bed together for a while, half asleep and day dreaming until he dragged out of bed for breakfast.

If it was one thing you noticed about his routines at home without work bugging him, it was that he loved walking around shirtless. It didn’t matter the time of the day, he would be wearing some pair of sweatpants without his torso bare, tattoos on his body on full display. You asked him about it but got nothing more than a simple, ‘why? ‘M I distracting you, baby?’ Which you merely replied with a glare.

Cooking up some eggs and bacon for yourself and his gluttonous self, you were interrupted by a pair of firm big arms encircling your waist from behind.

“What?” you asked with a bit of a groan, hand holding the pan a bit tighter now.

“Hey, don’t take out that morning attitude on me,” he grumbled, chin resting on the top of your head. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes focusing on the movement of your hands that cooked the food.

“Not my fault you decided to burn my eyes by walking around the house naked,” you refuted, voice slightly low from dehydration.

“Half naked,” he corrected, his own morning voice hoarse and gravelly to your ears, a sound you welcomed. “Besides, don’t you like seeing my body? Thought you liked my muscles,” he added, arms held around your stomach squeezing slightly to emphasise his point of ‘muscles’. You scoff in response.

“Yeah, but maybe I don’t like being reminded how hot my boyfriend is so early in the morning,” you reasoned, hand closing the stove and putting the pan down safely to finally turn around and face him, his arms loosening.

“Hmm.. Can’t relate, baby. I like being reminded how sexy my girl is this early. Makes me appreciate you more,” he grinned, slightly downturned violet eyes staring at you with a gleam of triumph at the sight of your slightly flustered expression.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel bad,” you grunted, earning yourself a deep laugh from Rindou.

You pushed past him to walk over to the kitchen counter but one of his arms lingered on you, not quite letting you go. Your eyes landed on a lone strand of pink ribbon laying the countertop, recalling the chocolate gift he gave you last night that was wrapped in ribbons

“Forgot to throw this out huh?” You muttered, picking it up and twirling it around your fingers playfully. Rindou standing behind you still, didn’t say much of a word, opting to stay quiet for a moment to observe you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to turn around and grab ahold of his arm suddenly. But he didn’t protest or move, merely staring at your movements and waiting to see what bright idea you could’ve possibly had now.

“A bow? Really?” He chuckled, gaze fixated at the way you swiftly tied the thin pink fabric around his upper arm. “Some cool idea you have on making me a gift, princess,” he exhaled a breathy laugh, looking at his bicep once you released him.

“Shut up. Be thankful I didn’t it tie it on your hair and snap a pic to send to Ran instead,” you huffed, folding your arms at his sarcastic remark.

“Okay, fuck, I take it back,” he quickly conceded, not wanting to anger you even further now you’ve threatened him with Ran’s name.