#Bottom Futakuchi

[the-travelling-bitch]

i demand an explanation-

act fool act fool act fool act fool

ahem, just imagine…

a deep, melodic voice, brushing right against your ear as his warm breath fans the side of your cheek; he pulls back as you lower your head in embarrassment at the heat flushing your face just from his words alone but he’s not having any of it

with two fingers under your chin he’s tilting your head up to meet his gaze, entrancing eyes swirling with something darker as his other hand on the small of your back pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the bulge in his pants

“you’ll be good for me, won’t you, doll?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… zhongli, al-haitham, kaeya, draken, osamu, semi, lucifer, malleus

he’s teasing, you know he is, but there’s not much you can do about it; no, not when he has you sat between his legs with your knees hooked over his thighs as his fingers flutter over your skin, dangerously close to where you need him most but never. quite. there.

this is how it has been all day; a fleeting touch here, an amused whisper in your ear there and your thoughts were spiralling out of control just like that, getting more lewd the more you tried to fight them off

and you also know he’s enjoying this, riling you up and acting coy about it later on, biding his time until you give up and give in, begging him to do something; his chuckle vibrates against your back, enough to make you whine out for him again before his fingers finally run through your soaked slit to collect your arousal

“look at you, so worked up all because of a few words? tell me what’s been running through that pretty head of yours~”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… childe, bachira, reo, asmo, belphie, solomon, koko, hanma, ran, suna, oikawa, mattsun, jamil, leona, lilia, ace

soft praise is rolling off his tongue like honey, clouding your head and slowing your thoughts; not that you’d need to think much anyway right now, all that mattered was the feeling of plush lips on yours, biting down on your bottom lip gently before he pulls back, so you can catch your breath

his knuckles brush over the bones of your cheeks and you lean into his touch, basking in the comfort of his warm and familiar embrace; attentive eyes study your features as if he saw them for the first time, drawn to the movement of his thumb swiping across your kiss-swollen mouth

“you’re the prettiest sight i’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. truly, nothing could ever compare”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… kazuha, diluc, thoma, satan, barbatos, simeon, akaashi, kita, chigiri, isagi, inui, mitsuya, riddle, trey, jade, vil, silver

somewhere in the back of your head you wonder if he ever shuts up; he’s been running his mouth since your innocent kiss evolved into something a little friskier, tongues tangling together and your hand gripping his hair tightly

his babbling turned more incoherent the second his hips bucked against yours, in desperate search for friction to relieve the tension building in his stomach; how could you not give him what he wants when the roll of your hips forces a whimper as pretty as this from his throat?

“fuck, you always feel so good, baby; you’ll let me make you feel good to, right?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… mammon, levi, gorou, hinata, shinichiro, takemitchi, ruggie, idia, kalim

he’s so mean, downright cruel, words not even teasing anymore but already mocking you in that condescending tone; he knows you love it that way though and he’s holding that fact over your head, making white hot shame burn through your veins

as if your sweet whimpers aren’t evidence enough, the clenching of your cunt around him certainly is; with one hand around your throat he’s making sure your looking right at him while he’s making you agree with the lewdest of statements

“what’s with the tears, sweetheart? i thought you liked being used like my personal little cock sleeve? so be good and take what i give you”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… scara, pantalone, sae, kaiser, futakuchi, izana, floyd

stoic and expression unreadable, a few deep grunts and groans are what you mostly get to hear, his actions doing most of the talking instead, big hands splayed on your hips and pulling you back down onto him with every thrust

but then again, his mouth practically moves on his own when you keep whimpering his name, pulling him back in with every flutter of your walls; you don’t think he even knows he’s talking to you, doesn’t even consciously try to make you melt under his touch more; the bluntness of his words is what has your head spinning, the genuine way he merely describes what he sees and feels when he’s got you spread so nicely for him

“this is the spot, isn’t it? can feel your cunt clench, ‘s real tight around me right now, you’re making it so hard to move”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… xiao, nagi, rin, kunigami, beelzebub, rindou, sakusa, iwaizumi

wow, i got way off track, what were we talking about again—

obviously, no character is solely in one category only but these were my initial thoughts, i’ll see myself out now (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[wttcsms]

listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader word count 3.5k synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together. content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted) prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite

Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week. 

Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it. 

The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 

He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—

“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides. 

She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks. 

“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.” 

She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again. 

He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.  

“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game. 

“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up. 

“What?” 

“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.” 

When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude. 

“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.

“I was here first. You should move.”

You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away. 

You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business. 

Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man. 

“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression. 

Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker. 

“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.” 

Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute. 

“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had. 

His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners. 

Silence. 

This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill. 

He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around. 

Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.

“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get. 

His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed. 

“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin. 

“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat. 

“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.

“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor. 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun. 

(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.” 

“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers. 

“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?” 

“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side. 

“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”

You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”

“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.” 

You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?” 

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down. 

“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to. 

“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.” 

“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out. 

“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”

You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.” 

“The truth?”

“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.” 

“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?” 

“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious. 

He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?” 

“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”

“It’s polite.”

“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.” 

Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.” 

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends. 

He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze. 

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”

You make a face. 

“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.” 

He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.” 

“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.” 

“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.” 

“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?” 

“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.” 

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?” 

“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?” 

Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice. 

“Those are your solutions?” 

You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making. 

“So, what about your other problems?” 

“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I  went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.” 

“What’s so problematic about that?” 

“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.” 

“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?” 

“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.” 

He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever. 

“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under. 

Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry. 

He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.  

“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment. 

“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside. 

“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.” 

Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.” 

“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.” 

“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.” 

You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?” 

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.” 

In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring. 

“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry. 

Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking. 

You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod. 

Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.

[depravitycentral]

Cw: yandere, dub-con, oral (m receiving), degradation, cum play, spitting, photography, fem reader

When you ask him to call you pretty, he does.

Especially when he’s got you on your knees in front of him, chest heaving, your eyes a little teary. He likes how they get all glassy like this, your pretty hair all messed up and tangly from him gripping it so tightly.

He likes how your lips are still parted, swollen and pink, a bit of drool staining your chin, a bit of sweat at your temples. He likes how the mascara he’d asked you to wear is starting to run, the dark color leaving little trails across your cheeks that make him stifle a groan.

He likes the way your body looks in the pretty dress he’d picked out for you to wear, the satin material making your skin look even smoother and softer than normal. It’s his favorite color, you know – his favorite girl in his favorite color. It makes him blush like a school boy, but he knows you wouldn’t dare mention it.

He likes the way the gold jewelry he’d gifted you for this evening looks against your collarbones – dainty and loopy, his initials inscribed against your throat like a mark of ownership. It looks nice against the hickeys and bruises he’d sucked into your neck earlier, he thinks.

He likes the way one of your tits is hanging out of the dress, nipple perked up and taut, the material bunched up at its bottom. He’d had bad self control, he’ll admit – he wanted to keep you pristine and perfect for this, but his hands had a mind of their own.

But most of all, he likes the way his cum looks smeared across your face, the off-white making your skin glow. It’s in ribbons across your lips and cheeks, a bit on your forehead, even some in your hair. Cum stains the lovely jewelry you’re wearing, and he shudders at the sight. A dribble rolls down your breast, pooling at your nipple, before dripping down onto your lap.

He licks his lips.

“Ask me to call you pretty. Ask me if you’re pretty right now.” He says, and you do.

“Am I pretty?”

He’s silent for a moment, before a smile slowly spreads across his lips. His thumb comes up to your cheek, the pad rubbing against your skin – for comfort, you hope, though you know he’s just rubbing his cum harder against you, spreading it along your skin to claim you as his his his.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, and for a moment your heart leaps out of your chest.

But then the smile turns sour, like a rotten apple, and he pinches your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“My pretty little slut, covered in my cum. What would all your friends and family say now, huh? Now that you’re just my little toy to fuck and taint?”

His voice is cruel, and fresh tears well up in your eyes as he whips his phone out, the flash of the camera blinding you.

“You’re very pretty, babe. Very. But I think you’d look even prettier with my cum in that pretty ass of yours, yeah?”

You don’t agree, but as he slaps your cheek and sneers down at you to get on your hands and knees, you do it.

You say nothing as the zipper of his suit trousers goes town, veiny hands tugging his tie looser around his neck, the white dress shirt he sports scrunched up at the elbows.

And when he flips up the bottom of your dress, nudging your legs apart and spitting down onto your pretty folds, you say nothing. What can you say? He’s right, after all.

You really are just his slut, and you’ll take whatever he gives you.

He thinks you’re pretty, after all.

Tetsurou Kuroo, Kei Tsukishima, Tooru Oikawa, Kenjiro Shirabu, Kenji Futakuchi, Rintarou Suna Pariston Hill, Shalnark, Milluki Zoldyck

[kazuyummy]

hihi, im back with another ask :P

which haikyuu characters do you think would probably get turned on by an angry/intimidating reader?

(something about this situation is both hilarious and hot lmfaooo)

LOOOL ok so i see these characters in two groups - one that gets turned on bc they want to be dommed by reader, and another that likes it bc they love teasing / riling up reader and hoping to brat-tame them (but does it always work out?? certainly not!) - these guys are usually switches tho tbh. so let's see who goes where 😈

oikawa toru: definitely has bottom vibes - though i see him initially teasing, i think he's longing for someone to put him in his place and would get wild and feral about it lmao. since he normally has people returning his affections, he'd like to play chaser sometimes. i think this type of reader would honestly remind him of iwa-chan too haha, this guy is a bit of a masochist and would have SO much fun.

tendo satori: hoooo boy, this lil' devil would LOVE to push reader's buttons. i think he likes someone more on the intimidating side (again, maybe i'm biased bc of wakatoshi.......) but he'd love if someone stepped up and showed him who was boss. def a bit of a switch as well but he certainly loves feisty ones! i think his eyes would light up whenever you yell at him tbh ;)

kenji futakuchi: what an underrated, provocative guy who would LOVE riling someone up and get under their skin in the best ways. though i think he'd mostly love trying to fluster a reader with sassy quips and a sharp tongue - calling them out for staring at him though they may vehemently deny it, rolling his eyes at them to piss 'em off, and even throwing a little kabedon in there. and would love every second that they can throw that all back at him!

tsukishima kei: how could i not put this salty king on the list? don't get me wrong, i love pairing him with a classically sweet & cute reader as well. but something about him trying to get on your nerves and act calm, cool, and collected about it... certainly potential for enemies to lovers here. though i think he'd finally get flustered in bed, and wouldn't mind you maaaybe taking the reins once in a while - only so he can pay you back double and turn your yelling into begging.

honorable mentions: terushima yuji, kenma kozume (in a quiet way), miya atsumu, suna rintaro, kuro tetsuro (you can put them into whatever category you think above 😏)

thanks so much for the ask love, i enjoy answering these types of questions sm so feel free to send more my way 😝 i might take long buuuut i love them!

(protip for my lovely thirst / hc requestors - easier for me to do requests when you either do the above - ask which boys would fit into a certain situation - or give me a situation and specific characters!)

(as per usual,) banners from cafekitsune!

[fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou]

can I request what would be the 5 love languages of hq boys ? :)

Oh, dear Anon, you have me squealing in my study. Hopefully, I interpreted this correctly for u, it’s my first request. If you’d like any specific characters and their love language in detail, feel free to let me know and I’ll whip smth up :) ~ Jitsu xoxo

Words of affirmation:

He knows exactly what to say to you. It’s been the case since day one of your relationship, all the way to the present day. Some say he has you wrapped around his little finger, but you know from the bottom of your heart everything he says is genuine. He reminds you you’re worth it, with every “I love you, my dear.” and whispers little secrets only for your ears on the train or when you’re falling asleep beside him. His love language is so obvious, his words definitely affirm you and your relationship with him, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Daichi, Kenma, Oikawa, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Kita, Aone, Hayato, Fukunaga, Narita

Acts of service He’ll do anything for you. Except for the times when he knows you want to be independent, he is ready to fight the world to make you happy. He’ll grab things higher up (but maybe he put them up there on purpose, who knows), rub your back when you ask for it, do the laundry even though you offered to do it; he’s always been a man of action, and you don’t see that changing any time in the future. He also does subtle things like filling your car tank with petrol when he knows it’s low on fuel and stocks up on the beverage he knows you love.

Bokuto, Tendō, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Aran, Kinoshita, Lev, Futakuchi, Kyōtani, Washio

Gifts His gifts never seem to run out. Sometimes you wonder how he even finds all these things, but you love and cherish everything he has ever bought you. Even the pair of socks with cheesy, cliche quotes on them; you wore them as soon as they were washed. His gifts are usually sentimental, if not beautiful or useful, such as bouquets of flowers, little pastries he saw you eyeing from a nearby pastry, new earphones when you dropped them on the floor ONE time and they broke, or anything he finds that reminds him of you. Over time you have a little treasure trove of your trinkets and gifts, that always make you smile when you see/use them.

Akaashi, Yahaba, Konoha, Tanaka, Kai, Semi, Yaku, Goshiki, Koganegawa, Haruki 

Quality time He always makes time for you. Even when life gets hectic or your schedules aren’t aligning perfectly, he does his absolute best to see you. With every meet up or date, he makes sure things run as smoothly as they can, so he can be there in the moment with you. Sometimes, he doesn’t say anything, you just bask in the comfortable silence together, enjoying each other’s company. A few times he has cancelled big plans because you desperately needed him, and you know he will always come to see you when you ask. All of his time with you he calls precious and you both can’t resist having each other’s company.

Kageyama, Hanamaki, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Ennoshita, Ushijima, Kindachi, Kunimi

Physical touch His love is physical and present. Brushing hair out of your face, hugging you from behind or kisses on your neck, he does his best to keep close to you in all the ways he can. You savour every touch from him, basking in his presence. You know he’s not always around, but when you are together, you become near inseparable. His touch always lingers around you, and for the times he’s gone for longer periods of time, he always makes it up to you, through wordless, intimate contact.

Osamu, Hinata, Sugawara, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Nishinoya, Terushima, Suna, Akiteru

[nishipostitz]

haikyuu men as brothers best friend

scenario: waking you up for breakfast

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2

tw!! underboob in second one bc of a crop top. no pronouns. NONE ;D

the ones who dont bother to even go upstairs to your room. they just yell from the bottom of the stairs. there is absolutely no energy put into this. when they hear no sign of your being upstairs, they end up calling you with their phone. that still doesn’t wake you up. so they wrap up a towel and throw it at you from your door. they’re not going to invade your personal space, nor waste energy to walk anymore. they also just want a reaction out of you..

kenma, tsukki, oikawa, futakuchi, kindaichi, sakusa

the ones who would go into your room. be very polite and cautious inside your room. they don’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, even though it was their mission from your brother to come in and wake you up while he made breakfast. but oh my, oh my. you were wearing a crop top and shorts. the way you slept was comfortable. leg propped up on a decorative pillow, arms above your head and your body at a slight angle. he was holding in the giggle of the sight of you sleeping in such a weird way. but later caught site of some underboob. immediately starts blushing and throws the blanket over you, covering you up. then runs out the door completely forgetting to wake you up

suga, daichi, asahi, iwa, tanaka, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, ushi, goshiki, kunimi, kita, yamamoto, aran, ushi

they’re dressed up ridiculously in a quick and cheap remake of body armor. carefully entering your room like it’s a battlefield. a pot and wooden spoon ready to be used. they’re going to enter your room and start banging the instruments in hand. knowing that you’d attack them when you wake up. so the makeshift armor was there to protect them. the banging continues and you wake up in anger. how dare they disturb your sleep in this way?

kageyama, lev, yaku, inouka, noya, hinata, miya twins, tendou

the guys who would still be asleep. they don’t care. sleep is sleep. your brother can handle two on his own, he’ll be fine. 

kenma, atsumu, goshiki, tendou, oikawa, noya, aone, bokuto, tsukki(just to annoy your brother)

well that’s the end to my writing inspo.. im probably doing a part 2 😁

[tonytonwy]

the sour moments of love

Summary: a prequel of ‘people pleaser’, where fate can’t stop Futakuchi from thinking about you.

a futakuchi kenji x f!reader

warning: awkward boners (barely mentioned but hey)

Shit.

His hands are sweaty out of nowhere, his heart feels heavy, and he wants to go to the toilet. The despicable feelings of love are back as he reads the class list, and his eyes stay stuck on one name specifically.

l/n y/n

He had never really heard of you before, he just had seen you in the courtyard with Mai, he figured you were her friend and that was the end of it. He noted how quiet you were with a group of people but in clear comfort with Mai, snorting and talking loudly. He had never spoken to you, but he felt an itch every time he walked past and heard you laugh.

He slowly noticed you more every day, your hair, body figure and even voice became highlighted in his mind. Whenever class got boring and he stared outside, you would be there, either with a heavy stack of paper or in the field, with your sports uniform. Going to the library? You were there studying and helping Mai.

He was noticing you more every day, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

“You gotta like someone, y/n!” His ear magically grows as the conversation peaks his interest and distaste. He slowly turns and sees how Mai is in your red face as you nervously shake your head. There was a cheery blossom petal stuck on the ends of your hair and he almost gets his hand out like an idiot. He doesn't mind spring, it gives him horrible hay fever but he likes how the cherry blossoms cover you from the strong sun.

“We haven’t even been in school for a month, how do you expect me to like someone so fast?” She’s pulling silly faces, not believing you, and you’re laughing, in that way that makes Futakuchi’s stomach cramp. He secretly hopes that you stay like that; not liking anyone and single. He knows it’s borderline creepy, just staring at what you two do at times.

Wow.

His eyes widen as he almost forgets how to breathe when you connect eyes with him. It was only a second but his heart twists and turns as you give a small smile before talking to Mai again, as if you didn’t just do that to him.

The fact that your attention is no longer on him leaves a bitter taste on his mouth. He hates bitter things, he clicks his tongue, annoyed, he felt like he was going into a losing battle.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about you, but you always left him irritated, slightly sweaty and nauseous. He didn’t dislike you, but he definitely hated the feelings that were in the bottom of his stomach whenever you were in his view.

If you walked past, his eyebrows naturally frowned more and he stopped breathing, as if intaking your smell was poisonous to his nose. All these feelings would arise in him and all he can do is glare.

"Futakuchi, you're scaring my friend," Mai folds her arms, her face clearly unhappy with him. He's putting nets away in the gym closet as Mai leans on the door.

"What?" Futakuchi turns and stares at Mai, bored and emotionless. They had gone to middle school together and she was no longer fazed by his natural 'resting-dick face'.

"Every time you walk past me and y/n, you look like you're gonna kill someone and y/n is too nice to say anything to me about it. Instead, she just has a scared face, like a baby deer." Mai sighs and Futakuchi's heart does a double beat as he realizes your name. He mentally hums, it suits you. He wonders how his name would sound like if you said it. Would it be soft like honey? O more of a teasing tone, he imagines that's how he would say your name.

"c'mon, y/n," his hands are tickling you while his mouth is right under your ear, fanning your neck. You're on his imaginary king bed -not his real lame single-, your school skirt hiking up as you squirm.

"Futakuchi," you say while laughing, "stop being mean!"

"Futakuchi!" His thoughts are interrupted by Mai's yelling, "that's exactly the face I'm talking about."

"That's not my problem," he walks to the changing rooms, neck starting to heat up. He lets the cold water run on his head, freezing every stupid thought he's had of you. He needed to never see you again, despite knowing that he would see you tomorrow and the day after that, until the end of the year.

How did he get a boner over such a small thing?

"I'm getting my snacks," he says, yawning and stretching his body. He wasn't sure why his mum liked going shopping so early, especially in summer, but if it got him free sour gummies so be it. He can already feel the sweat forming on his lower back, he instinctively frowns, he hates summer. He wonders if you dislike summer just as he does, he wonders if you go to the pool, do you usually need help with sunscreen.

His attempts to forget you go in vain, as he suspected.

"Get some for your sister!" His mum yells as she continues to look at the canned aisle. He scoffs, his sister slept in, she didn't deserve any sweets. He goes to aisle next to the cans and inspects the brands of sour gummies. What sweets you did you eat, what was your craving at a cinema. What movies did you like?

A smile forms in his face as he imagines you two watching a horror movie.

His mind liked to do that to him, three months into the year and he still couldn’t let you go of his mind. You had stopped wearing the tie, the sweater, the long silky black tights. Instead, you wore the loose summer shirt, your hairstyle changed and short socks. Futakuchi reassures himself that he's simply suffering from heatstroke, he was sure of it. At least now in the holidays, he wasn’t seeing you everyday.

He hears a few cans fall and a quiet 'shit' come from his mum's voice. He tries to not laugh as he walks towards the next aisle, thinking of a witty thing to say to his mum.

“Happens to everyone,” he stops in his tracks as he hears that voice, that voice he’s heard so many times. In the lazy afternoons as you pick up Mai from the gym, in the busy courtyard, in his dreams.

He looks like a madman, trying to look through a empty space in the aisle to confirm his suspicion. He finds a spot, big enough to show his face, and he has an angled spot, where he can perfectly see your back and his mother's face.

Your hair is loose and shiny under the cheap supermarket light. You're wearing a tight shirt with some denim shorts and slides. The first thing he notices are your bare legs and, those shorts did wonders to your ass but his eyes go slowly up and he sees his mother's eyes; a evil glint in them as she stares her son down. He got caught red-handed. He shakes his head as her lips thin out in utter disappointment, he was fucked.

“Oh yes, if you move one, they all fall." His mum's voice goes to a lighter pitch, and he scoffs, she was so different with strangers. His eyes trace your figure as you help put the cans back in place, a few still on the floor.

“It’s like the store wants the cans to drop and for us to be mortified,” his mum laughs and Futakuchi almost pukes, his mum never found anything he said funny.

“Well, thank you, young lady. Not even my horrible son has come and helped me." He glares as his mum squeezes your shoulder lovingly while you give a small laugh, "I'll treat you to something. It's the least I could."

Oh, she was evil. Despite her short stubby legs and the fact that she was a woman, all Futakuchi could see in himself was his mum. He inherited her teasing nature, big brown eyes and love for sour foods. The list goes on, however, the only thing his dad had given Futakuchi was long legs and great athleticism as his mum couldn't catch a ball to save her life.

“Oh, thank you, but my friends are waiting for me,” you look down and Futakuchi can only assume you're checking your phone. “The train should be arriving in 3 minutes.”

“Oh my, go on, I’ll do the rest!” Before you can open your mouth, Futakuchi’s mum pushes you, “you’ll be late!”

“Thank you! See ya!” You wave and Futakuchi ducks, just in case you saw him. You definitely weren’t going to make it, it was at least another 5 minute run to get to the nearest station. He feels his heart race at the chance of connecting eyes with you again, however when he turns back, all he sees are beige dress pants. He looks up to see her frown, prominent and god, he really is like her.

"You are absolutely embarrassing." She continues shopping and Futakuchi follows her behind, like a little kid. He pouts, looking to the candy aisle.

"Says the one who dropped the cans," she whips her head, giving a mean glare again.

"Says the one who didn't have the guts to talk to a pretty girl." His eyes widen and she scoffs, unimpressed with his reaction. "Kenji, you’re my son. I saw you ogle her."

She walks off, grumbling about how disrespectful he is and how 'Takanobu doesn't treat his mother like this'. Futakuchi slightly slouches his shoulders, she always did this; throw a small tantrum to make him feel bad.

And for once, it worked.

"Wait mum," he walks next to her and takes the bags full of vegetables and meat, facing away from her. He couldn't tell his mum, oh, sorry I was too embarrassed to help, that's the girl I fantasize about almost daily,. "I'm sorry, I know her."

"What, you like her?" His face reddens and he ignores how his mum's eyes soften. She gives a sigh before smiling, "well that was your chance to talk to her, dummy."

"I don't exactly want you as the audience." His mum laughs, sarcastically, like always, and links her arm with his. She pulls him back to the candy aisle, ignoring how her son's eyes light up.

"Well, if you two end up dating, she's going to meet me regardless." She looks at the snacks before picking up a bag of sour patch kids and bitecrawlers. He tries to ignore every single thought that involves you meeting his awful parents. She gives him little push and her smirk appears, "but she's way too kind for you, you'd poison her with your rotten attitude."

"Thanks."

He gets home and lays in bed, recounting every single thing that happened that day. Your outfit, your specific words and the fact that you helped his mum out.

You had said friends, plural, did that mean Mai but you were embarrassed to just say 'friend'? Perhaps Mai and other girls? Other boys? Maybe not Mai at all, and just a group of boys. He throws a pillow on his face, letting the quick coolness refresh his face before it becomes too suffocating.

Fuck, it was definitely a date. You looked too cute for just a hang out with friends.

He suddenly sits up as he coughs, his saliva going the wrong way.

"Kenji, Takanobu's here!" His thoughts stop as he sighs, opening his door. Aone is there ready, in his tall quiet glory. They both nod and get their books out, the fan being the only noise. Kenji brought glasses of waters and sour patch kids, much to Aone's clear disgust. Their summer homework goes well and unbothered until Futakuchi starts looking around his room, his athletics trophies, a rubbish bin that needed to be emptied, and Aone’s phone. He couldn’t use his own phone to stalk you, he wanted zero evidence of his attraction for you.

At least if he did it through Aone’s phone, he wasn’t visibly guilty of anything.

"You have instagram right?" Aone slowly nods his head, wary of where this conversation was going. They both eye his phone, Futakuchi clenching his hands under the table, he felt like an idiot.

"Can I," Futakuchi gulped, "Can I use your phone for a bit?"

Aone passes Futakuchi his phone, slowly and slightly worried.

"Don't worry, I won't snoop."

Aone is behind Futakuchi, watching his every move as Futakuchi searches Mai_Nametsutsu and finds her easily. She was the type to post monthly and then delete after 6 months. However, her instagram story was another thing, she posted daily on that. Futakuchi’s breath stops as he realizes that Mai’s profile is you two posing like Charlie’s angels. He needed to check instagram more often.

He presses on her story, quickly. He sees years worth of stories and clicks until he’s on the last quarter, slowing down. He takes a deep breathe as the first photo of you appears, your tongue is out as you both had gone out and gotten bubble tea. It was a brown sugar, he mentally scoffs, basic but cute. He continues clicking until he hits the jackpot, He sees a cute sundae, drizzled in chocolate cookies, banana and strawberries. She's captioned it, summer ain’t so bad with friends:) y/nl/nnn and tagged a few other girls from school.

His eyes shine as you were just hanging out with your friends. He immediately presses the @ and frowns as your instagram is obviously private, Aone simply lifts an eyebrow at his friend. This was a first, Futakuchi having girl issues. Futakuchi smacks his face against Aone’s phone, groaning loudly. He had a small look into your life but he wanted more. He had been taking small sips of water but he felt the need to take a massive gulp.

Beep.

Fuck.

"Shit, Aone," his eyes widen as he realizes that he's send a request to you. His heart feels like it's going to explode. He hears Aone make a deep voice in his throat and Futakuchi wants the ability to reverse time. He wants to have never seen you, he had never spoken to you, why was he so intrigued by a stranger who was scared of him. Aone shakes Futakuchi's shoulders, his eyes deeply worried and an equally embarrassed face. "I'm sorry!"

“Send her a message.” Aone stares him down, and Futakuchi’s brain shortcircuits at even the thought of messaging you.

“I can’t,” Futakuchi pleads with his eyes, “she’s terrified of me. She’ll think I’m a weirdo, using your account to stalk her.”

Aone lets go and Futakuchi feels the pressure release from his shoulders.

“I'll do anything, except talk to her.” He bows on his knees. “I’m sorry.”

Aone nods and sits back down in his spot. They’re in a quiet, awkward silence. It’s suffocating him more than a pillow to his face and the desire to simply go on a run and never come back is strong.

“You should tell her, or start talking to her,” Futakuchi whips his head as Aone talks, “you’re not a bad guy for liking someone. It’s natural, you just need to be honest with yourself and one day have the courage to say hi.”

Was Aone giving him advice? On love?

“That’s…” Futakuchi gives a small sigh, “that’s actually helpful, Aone.”

Beep

They both stare at Aone’s phone, as a notification appears.

y/nl/nnn accepted your friend request.

y/nl/nnn is following you! Say hi!

“Oh my god,” Futakuchi’s mouth is open in shock. You accepted Aone’s friend request? Why? Before any more questions can appear in his head, Aone slides his phone to his pocket, smirking slightly.

“You get to look at her photos when you make friends with her.”

“Huh?” Futakuchi is now the one shaking Aone’s shoulders, eyes pleading. “I will get you non-stop kuri kinton, for a month.”

Aone shakes his head, a smile threatening to come out.

“They lose the great taste if I eat them all the time.”

“You asshole!” Futakuchi pushes Aone and tries to go for his pocket. They’re both laughing as they wrestle for Aone’s phone before Futakuchi’s sister opens the door loudly. They both stare at her, surprised and confused over her angry face.

“Can you two be quiet? I have friends over too,” Futakuchi simply pulls his tongue at her and she slams the door shut. “You’re gross!”

Futakuchi puts on his jacket as the soft wind blows through the open doors, brown leaves threatening to come in. He likes autumn, it's relaxing and calming to see the trees get more brown and to wear fuzzy socks around his house.

"Hey Mai," Futakuchi's eyebrows frown more as Kamasaki's loud voice appears, "your friend is kinda cute!"

Futakuchi's eyebrows twitch, his day was bad from the moment he woke up, he left his bento at home, stepped on a deep puddle and cue to now; Kamasaki being himself. He hates how Kamasaki speaks of you so easily. His voice is heard through out the whole gym, almost as if Kamasaki wants you to know his interest in you. He hates Kamasaki's big arms, his horribly dyed blonde hair and above all else, his laugh. It's cackly, loud and ugly. Futakuchi can't help but wonder what you consider attractive in someone, because it can't be Kamasaki.

Mai gives a quick look to you as you stand outside, reading something on your phone. Futakuchi glances at you, you were back to your normal uniform; the beige sweater, black tights and now there was a cute red scarf wrapped around your neck, covering your mouth. “Well, she technically is, but she's a bit shy."

Kamasaki laughs and it makes Futakuchi want to punch him, he clenches his fists as he hold the metallic pole.

Would you even be with some like Kamasaki?

The image of you and Kamasaki walking together makes Futakuchi's blood boil and he feels like kicking something into space.

“As if she’d be interested in you,” Futakuchi says, walking by, “she probably doesn’t like gorillas.”

“Futakuchi!” Kamasaki essentially growls, his mood changing immediately, “does she like stuck-up, arrogant dickheads?”

“Tsk, I don’t know,” he turns, giving a glare, “but I know your mother does.”

Futakuchi shouldn't be surprised why he and Kamasaki were suspended from practice for that week.

It's the day before Valentine's day.

And he's managed to glare at you slightly less.

"Why do you like her?" Aone asks, as they walk together out of the gym. Futakuchi tilts his head, also confused. He wasn't sure when or how but he just did. He breathes into his scarf, trying to set his thoughts straight.

“I don't know.... She’s the type of help someone, even if it’s not beneficial for her. She’s got a weird laugh that makes me wish I could make her laugh like that and Kamasaki finds her cute." He sighs and stops as he realizes that he's spoken his thoughts out loud. He covers his mouth and looks around to see if anyone was close enough to hear.

"Hm," Aone says in response. They walk in comfortable silence and Futakuchi moves his shoulders, they feel lighter than usual.

"Have you told that cute girl that you like her yet?" he takes his shoes off before clicking his tongue quietly, today was the day to bother him about you.

"You'll be happy to know," he stands up, putting his slippers on, "it's none of your business!"

He hears his mum click her tongue in the kitchen. He really needed to stop being like his mum.

"Jeez, it's been almost a year Kenji," she yells, cooking something. Futakuchi's nose twitches as he smells something sweet, "just rip the band-aid off."

He stomps to the kitchen, and before he can say anything, a spoon drenched with thick chocolate is in front of his mouth.

"Let me teach you how to make chocolate!" His mum gives a big smile, she was in a good mood, Futakuchi thinks to himself. "And while we're making it, you can tell me about this girl."

"What makes you think I want to talk about her to you," he says cynically, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, stop being difficult," she hits him with a wooden spoon on his arms. "Girls don't like difficult boys."

"You're funny."

"I'm serious Kenji," she sighs before leaning on the counter next to him. In front of them is a board filled with photos. One stands out the most, in the middle is a Polaroid of Futakuchi as a baby trying to walk with his mum holding his chubby hands, giving a big toothy grin. "You're a wonderful boy when you want to be. You just need to believe it."

Before he can say anything, his mum continues.

"So let's make some cute chocolates for dad and this girl!" She slaps his shoulder before giving a squeeze. Futakuchi gives a small smile and nods, deciding to not be difficult for once.

"Isn't it the girl's job to give chocolates?"

"Who cares, if you like someone, you should just give them chocolates any day."

So, they talk. Futakuchi lets his feelings out, obviously not the wet dreams but he's pretty sure his mum is aware of that happening with how often Futakuchi washes his undies and bedcovers. He tells her about how it was essentially love at first sight and then you wouldn't leave his sight. He tells her about stalking you through Aone's phone and getting suspended for fighting Kamasaki over a stupid comment.

"Well, it sounds like she knows who you are but you haven't made it clear you're interested in her."

"No shit," he puts his head down in shame as his mum glares at him, "sorry, it's an automatic response."

"Well, I'm sure she'll realize you're interested once you give her these!" She passes Futakuchi the three cute chocolate bears, each one in a different position. He hesitantly grabs them, before putting them in the fridge.

"Or I could just eat them." His sister pops out, giving a grin.

"Shut up," he flick at her nose before going to his room. He had less than 24 hours to plan everything, he stares at his ceiling, pondering what to say or how to even confess.

It's Valentine's day. And he slept a total of 2 hours. He yawns while getting ready, the bags under his eyes more than obvious.

"You look handsome, sleeping beauty," his mum passes him his bento and he just groans, did he look that bad?

He doesn't walk as fast to school as he usually does. He's looking at the window more than usual in class, expecting to see you walking around in your sports uniform. Despite the fact that it's the end of winter, his body feels sweaty and almost humid.

He goes to the courtyard at lunch, expecting to see you in your usual y/n glory with Mai blabbering off.

Today is the one day he doesn't see you or Mai in the courtyard.

"Have you seen Mai today?" He asks Obara as they sit on a table, they both look at the table that is usually occupied by you two.

"Nope, apparently she's planning to confess."

"Who's confessing?" Futakuchi says fast before realizing who they're talking about.

"Mai...?" Obara gives a weird look but continues talking, mainly about the upcoming practice games and how he wishes he got some chocolates. Futakuchi nods and replies but his mind is stuck on you, where had you gone? The most logical answer was that you were with Mai, in the classroom or toilets, trying to hype her up.

Maybe you were planning to confess to someone today as well.

"Futakuchi!" He stares at Obara, who just laughs. "You looked like you were going to kill someone for a second there."

"Daydreaming much?" He feels a rough pat on his head and glares up at Kamasaki, who's giving a grin. "Guess who gave me chocolates?"

Futakuchi's mind and heart are thumping, there's no way. You were better than that. You helped his mum for god's sake, how could you like Kamasaki, of all people. Futakuchi takes a deep breathe, even if it's true, his annoying upperclassman can't know about his own feelings for you.

"Your mother gave me chocolates too, ya know?" Kamasaki bites his inner cheek, trying to not explode. They're both glaring at each other, both too mad to dwell on anything else.

"Futakuchi, you really have to stop saying that type of stuff," Moniwa sighs, pushing them apart before Aone does it more successfully.

"Anyways, a hot third year gave me chocolates," Kamasaki brags, flaunting the cheap chocolate around. Futakuchi's eyes slightly widen as he realizes you didn't confess to Kamasaki.

"I don’t remember asking,” Futakuchi says quietly and before Kamasaki can yell at him, Aone acts as a wall between the two. Futakuchi lets a small smile appear, he still had a chance.

Lunch finishes soon and Futakuchi clicks his tongue as he can't find you anywhere. Maybe you didn't even come to school. He tells Aone if the teacher asks, I'm in the nurse's office.

He’s basically walked the whole building and he turns a corner, giving up before fully crashing into someone. His chest slightly aches as rubs on the painful area.

"Ow," his eyes widen as he sees you on the ground. His chocolates on the floor next to you. He puts his hand out, ignoring how they’re borderline shaking.

“Fuck, sorry,” his throat is undeniably dry and his hands are unbelievably sweaty. He sees how you're holding a box of chocolates, they're obviously homemade and flower-shaped. He ignores how his hands go slightly limp, he ignores the weird sensation in his heart and he definitely ignores how adorable your chocolates look.

“It’s okay, I should be sorry,” You say, his eyes finally meet yours and he’s never wanted a hole to swallow him more. Your eyes are staring into him and he can’t hear anything else besides his heartbeat thumping louder than the school volleyball chants. You avoid his eyes as you take his hand, Futakuchi feels his breathe hitch as he notices your reddening cheeks. He lifts you easily, his eyebrows slightly frown, you look like you're in a rush. "Thank you."

You jog past him. Not even looking back.

Ah. That's how it is.

He picks up the chocolates and notices the small tear drops on the ground. His hands clench on the chocolate, how stupid, what was even the point?

He throws the chocolates in a bin and decides to look outside the window for the rest of the class.

He takes the long route to his house.

“How was your day?” His mum asks while eating chocolates in the living room.

“Shit, going to bed.” He goes up the stairs and falls on his bed, feeling his pillows get slowly wet with his tears. He felt empty, hollow with a rejection that didn't even happen.

“Hey, did she like the chocolates?” She seats on his bed, and rub his head. He hated when she did that, it just made him feel more things in his body.

“No."

"What a bitch," he snorts.

"I didn't have the courage to give them to her."

"Ah, that's okay," before she can say it’s not the destination, it's the journey type bullshit, Futakuchi groans into his pillow.

“Why does Valentine’s Day exist?” He goes through the events that happened and somehow cringes more. He could've just left the chocolates in your locker, fuck, he wanted to smash his head against the wall.

“Every teenager asks themselves that question. I wouldn’t stress about it Kenji, one day you’ll be able to give it to her.”

"Will I?" He stares at his mum, who just gives a small smile before pinching his cheeks. At least he didn't inherit that annoying habit of hers.

“Maybe write her a letter, since talking to her is so difficult.” She gives him a small kiss before standing, "I’m gonna make dinner."

He lays on his bed, wondering what to do with his life. He's hoping you get rejected if you did confess to some idiot. Before his thoughts can get any worse, he hears a notification on his phone.

Aone: just in case it got to your head

Aone: [image]

He swipes up and sees a screenshot from Mai story, her eyes slightly puffy and hands holding the same chocolates you had. not y/n getting me homemade chocolates, hope everyone is jealous!

He almost laughs at the timing of everything.

Futakuchi: fuck you I was fine

Aone: sure sure :)

He sits on his desk, looking at the piece of paper. He gives a big sigh, guess it was now or never, and picks up a pen.

I guess we should start from the beginning.

He writes about his desire and fantasies, how you've managed to plague his every thought in a distorted way. He almost forgets it's a letter and not a diary.

I love sour things but being near you is worse than eating toxic waste (the candies, not actual hazardous material).

He sighs as he looks at the two pages, filled with words and nonsense. Futakuchi doesn't dare to read it because he might die of embarrassment and burn these secret words. He lays his head on his desk, fiddling with his pen. He folds the papers and tucks them in an car-themed envelope from his 10th birthday party.

“One day I’ll have the courage,” he sighs before putting the card in his desk drawer, hidden from his eyes and everyone else’s.

to y/n, who, one day, I will talk to.

note: this is significantly longer and very inspired by the spotify playlist 'futakuchi kenji hours' by 'franwyy' ;))

also damn they better show date tech timeskip in the 2 movies we're getting,,,,

ALSOO if u have any suggestions, i'm always a message away, i love hearing other people's ideas!! I might do a cheeky little aone fic that i've been writing for a bit but it'll take a while since uni and work have been taking all my time apologiessss<3

[miracleeye]

My Pokemon TCG Divination Deck w/expl.

Bored as shit and wanted to stretch my symbology muscles. Here’s what I’ve got, with explanations.

Feel free to take inspo.

It’s listed alphabetically. I used my intuition, mixed with the canonical facts of the certain Pokemon, as well as the card art & gameplay mechanic. Cards meanings can be dependent on other cards in the same reading.

Subject to change and alteration.

A lot of these come from similar packs, because my offline friend bought me a “Build & Battle” Celestial Storm set, which I liked a lot of the art from. He also got me one of those random resell packs, with the various cards.

This has been in the works since August 19th, 2022. The most recent update was September 13th, 2022.

Added sleeves August 21st, 2022. Easier to shuffle. Better readings. Cards are protected.

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Bill’s Maintenance - Trainer - Supporter Celestial Storm, 126/128, Uncommon

This card represents work that needs to be done.

Cinccino Crimson Invasion, 86/111, Uncommon

This card represents luxury, rest, and peace.

Clamperl Celestial Storm, 41/168, Common

This card represents something inside of the person or situation. Much like Clamperl makes pearls that are hidden behind it’s tough shell, whatever or whoever is being discussed has something good hidden inside.

Dusclops Burning Shadows, 52/147, Uncommon

This is one of my favorite cards in the entire TCG ever.

It’s the equivalent of the Fool from Tarot. New beginnings, curiosity, the start of a journey, searching for purpose.

Luvdisc Great Encounters, 77/106, Common, Added Aug 30 2022

This card represents love, typically romantic.

Machop Guardians Rising, 63/145, Common

This card represents strength, not unlike it’s Tarot counterpart. Machop is the basic stage, not as strong as Machoke or Machamp, but he’s just as determined as his future evolutions.

The art depicts him chopping away from an explosion. I think this represents victory despite adversity, or defeat / triumph over a problem in one’s life.

The card’s only move is “Dynamic Chop”, which I think represents a strategic but still headstrong way forward.

Mawile Celestial Storm, 91/168, Uncommon

Based on the yokai futakuchi-onna, Mawile represents a person or situation that appears one way, but in actuality is completely opposite. It represents someone who is two-faced, or a bad deal or situation.

Metapod Burning Shadows, 2/147, Uncommon

This card is similar to the Hermit from Tarot. It symbolizes a need for patience, introspection, and thought.

Misdreavus Legendary Treasures, 57/113, Common

I love the card art on this one. Multiple Misdreavus singing a cursed song.

I took this card to mean anxieties and fears that seem worse than they are. All bark and no (or not as bad) bite.

Nosepass Guardians Rising, 69/145, Common

This card represents the way forward. Nosepass always point north, without fail. This card means that the way forward is known, direct, or expected.

Plusle Celestial Storm, 53/268, Uncommon

The card’s art has both Plusle and it’s counterpart Minun, which I interpret as a card of balance.

Ralts BREAKthrough, 68/162, Common

This card represents children or the inner child.

Seedot Flashfire, 5/106, Common, Added Aug 21 2022

Seedot represents potential, growth, the beginning of something.

Skiddo BREAKthrough, 16/162, Common, Added Aug 30 2022

Represents travel, movement.

Sneasel Ultra Prism, 73/156, Common

This card can be read two ways:

You need to be sneaky and cunning

Someone is being sneaky and cunning towards you

The text at the bottom talks about how “breeders consider it a scourge and will drive it away or eradicate it”, which I think plays into the second reading.

Spiritomb Ultra Prism, 53/156, Uncommon

This is the equivalent of the Tower from Tarot. It represents something bad or meddlesome.

It could also represent a struggle to move on from the past, especially trauma or guilt. Spiritomb are evil spirits that have been bound to an odd keystone, so your trauma, guilt, or pain might be bound to you.

Underground Expedition - Trainer - Supporter Celestial Storm, 150/168, Uncommon

This card represents something unseen, something deep inside, or something under the surface. It tells you to look closer, or reevaluate things.

Zubat Generations, 30/83, Common

Zubat has the (not quite warranted) reputation of being an “annoying” Pokemon, and that’s what I took inspiration from here.

This card represents a constant annoyance, a frequent issue that keeps rearing it’s ugly head.

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Wanted: Smeargle (creativity), Meowth/etc (finances), Shedinja (change), Yamask (Identity)

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Thanks for reading. Lemme know what you think.

[laugtherhyena]

Can't sleep so fuck it, Hoshi time

Feel like writing how she feels about some of the book 2 monsters, mainly the ones from chapter 1 because apparently there's a lot of people around the bottom of the ocean.

-Enzukai

-The Worshiper/Senzai

The whole reason she has her own body in the first place so yeah, of course she likes them, that's her master and she will be forever grateful for what they did to her. She doesn't talk with them as much as she used to now that they're imprisoned and her role requires her to be away from the domain a lot of the time, but i do think she still visits them to report and when called, sometimes just because she feels like it too.

-Mio and Rin (Futakuchi-Onna)

Hoshi doesn't like him and neither does he like her ❤️

Senzai thinks that she is unworthy of Enzukai's kindness because she's not as devoted to them as he is, while Hoshi blames them for the mess Isamu is causing around the depths, since it's because of him he went there in the first place + she tends to be annoyed at insanely devoted cultist like Senzai.

-Nagisa (Nure-Onna)

The twins were the reason Hoshi found out that her body lacks much of a regenerative ability of her own, they ripped a chunk of her arm out before imediately spitting it out since it wasn't meat. She went back to Enzukai who explained that her body can't exactly regenerate on it's own, while they cured that injury specifically they advised her to always keep sewing supplies on her in case she ever needs to patch herself up.

After that lovely encounter Hoshiro hasn't gone after the twins in ages.

-Keneo

She was the one that found Hoshiro all cut up after her fight with Kusonoki and stayed by her side while she patched herself up, it was from that gesture that Hoshi realized she was one of them and not just someone who's there solely to work for Enzukai. So when that was over she started interacting with the other yokai more, Nagisa especially since she went on to hold her in high regard for helping her back then.

Which is nice since i assumed not a lot of people would go to spend time with a giant skane woman who's glare alone can turn someone into stone of she wishes, so hooray! She has someone to visit her now :]

i always picture Nagisa as pretty much non verbal due to her fangs getting in the way when it comes to speech but after so long has passed Hoshi can tell what she's thinking/wanting to say pretty well. Also this is a water snake and a plant thing? They definitely glad out swimming together a ton.

-Tofu-kozo

Being one of the few who will be outside during hours where the Kiiroibara cult is doing their stuff (Hoshiro doesn't participate in mist of these kindsnof cult rituals/reunions, she's really more of the organizer behind them than an active member in that regard?) i imagine they talk a little, they're not very close, but definitely like having some company when everyone else is either busy or hiding to save their lives. Maybe they go fishing together.

-Kodama (Betobeto-san)

Literally just a little guy! Him and Hoshi are hat buddies, she's kinda of a big sister to him? When she isn't thinking he's annoying for not leaving her alone. But overall she really likes the kid and enjoys telling him stories about herself when he asks.

-Shosai (Kurobozo)

Doesn't like him, he probably annoys her for fun tbh.

-Takane (Rokurokubi) and Tsukiya (Ohaguro-Bettari)

She doesn't like him, that's it.

Imagine these two being almost her friends/mutuals who she argues with or talks shit about from time to time, but it's ok because they talk shit about her as well! They do have normal and nice times together too tho, i imagine they will drink together and gossip earlier in the evening somewhat frequently.

-Hayakume, Tenome (Kyogi) and Kishin

Pretty much only talks to them when is cult business that Enzukai wants them to know as well, knows them mainly by word of mouth from other yoki town villagers.

[chaosverse-mainblog]

More second Gen captains as incorrect quotes + captains

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Atsumu: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Ennoshita : Anyone d-

Futakuchi: Depressed?

Shirabu: Drained?

Sakusa: Dumb?

Akaashi: Disliked?

Ennoshita : -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

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Futakuchi: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Atsumu: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Sakusa can fight in that dress either.

Sakusa: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

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Kenma: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Yahaba: Did Akaashi say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Kenma: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Moniwa: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Daishou: Did Futakuchi say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Moniwa: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Daishou: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Kuroo: I'm aware of that.

Daishou: But then you and I had some time together.

Kuroo: Uh-huh?

Daishou: It did not get better.

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Akaashi: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Futakuchi: It was me...

Akaashi: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

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Oikawa: Truth or dare?

Futakuchi: Dare.

Oikawa: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Futakuchi: Hey Kuroo?

Kuroo, blushing: Yeah?

Futakuchi: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Moniwa.

[zayray030]

Motherfucker

Summary: You know that saying 'Never judge a book by its cover'? Well apply it to what happens in the bedroom and that's the fic. OR people assume the roles of the, ahem, significantly taller people in the relationship. Things get revealed after a certain curse word is uttered

Relationships: Yakulev, Sugakage and Moniwa x Futakuchi

You know the saying, ‘never judge a book by its cover? Well, it applied very well in these situations.

See, when some people had announced their relationship everyone had already thought about the, ahem, arrangements of the relationship. Mostly who tops and who bottoms.

And due to some people being kinda close-minded they had all, in what they had thought, rightfully assumed that the taller people in the relationships were the tall ones. Think again.

The couples knew what everyone thought and they didn't bother correcting them, not wanting to embarrass themselves or the others. The Bottoms thought it was funny at the beginning but they slowly stopped thinking so for 2 reasons.

It had made them that due to their height they couldn't be the one on the receiving end and looked after which had lead to a bunch of cuddling

And two it was because it ended up with them getting railed into next week. After all, the tops were incredibly possessive

One day, however, everyone found out who the actual tops were in the relationship. One thing was for sure, the curse ‘motherfucker’ was from now on prohibited to be said.

~Moniwa x Futakuchi~

“Motherfucker!” yelled Kamasaki in pain, holding his broken pinky in his hand.

“You called?” asked Futakuchi, always the cheeky little delinquent. Too bad it backfired.

Everyone had turned to Moniwa, expecting him to look flustered but instead, he smiled serenely which immediately put Kenji on edge and answered with a sweet tone.

“Now, doll. Don't go spreading around things or you'll get punished k bunny”

It was silent as everyone tried to absorb what was said until Kamasaki doubled in laughter, his laugh sounding closer to a witches cackle in Kenji’s opinion.

“Pffft, ha! So Futakuchi is a subby bottom, eh?” he asked, wiping away tears of mirth from his eyes as he looked Futakuchi up and down as if he was seeing him for the first time.

“S-shut up, Kamasaki-san!” Kenji cursed his stutter but cursed his annoyance of a boyfriend even more. Why did he have to have such a big mouth? Just why?

You know what? No! He wasn't going to blame himself because a totally inaccurate word was said! Absolutely not! If anything, it was Kamasakis fault for saying it in the first place!

Whilst he was cursing away at his senpai he felt an arm wrap around him and he almost jumped a foot up in the air.

“You okay?” whispered Moniwa, concern clear in his voice.

“Yeah. Just annoyed that Kamasaki was the one who ended up revealing it.” answered Kenji, leaning in his boyfriend's arms, feeling content.

“Wanna come over to my place and cuddle? We can even watch your favourite and eat sour gummies.” wheeled Moniwa as if his offer to cuddle hadn't convinced Kenji as it was.

He would have gladly slipped practice to hang out with his boyfriend but Kamasaki had to open his mouth again.

“Yo, so like whilst you two are cute and all, my hand still hurts like a bitch!” Kenji was really amazed at his patience if he hadn't already punched his idiot of a senpai yet.

“Since when did I care?” voiced Kenji and immediately closed his eyes when Kamasaki began bitching at him even as Nametsu began dragging him away. He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his ass and inwardly whimpered when he saw the look in his boyfriend's eyes.

“Whilst I do think it was time for the actual status of our relationship to be revealed,” began Moniwa, voice hushed as everyone else in the team began conversing among themselves. “You being a cheeky brat can't go unpunished sweetheart. Expect punishment, k doll?” and the actual asshole had the nerve to wink before walking away to Sakunami to correct him on his receiving.

‘Guess it wasn't going to be movie night for a long time. This was all Kamasaki’s fault’ thought Kenji as he began to mentally prepare himself for the night to come.

~Sugawara x Kageyama~

“Motherfucker!” yelled Nishinoya as he crumbled to the floor.

“Yeah?” Everyone went quiet, not expecting the raven to respond. However, it seemed that the setter strongly regretted saying what he just said as he stared at his silver-haired boyfriend.

When Suga smiled they all smirked, thinking that he was going to say something along the lines of ‘Nothing for you tonight!’ or ‘Kageyama! Don't be so vulgar’. Absolutely none of that was anywhere near as close as to what was said.

“So that's how you wanna play it, baby? Wanna see how long you can go again? Can't wait to play with your hole again!” Suga then stood up and walked out of the gym, to go to the clubroom and to go collect himself, not even bothering to see what chaos he created on his way out.

It was silent until Tsukishima, of course, broke it.

“So king, what type of things does your boyfriend punish you for? Because I sure as hell want to tell him about the shit you've been doing.” that smirk really made his face punchable.

“Go burn,” Kageyama growled but the effect was ruined by the bright blush on his cheeks.

“I'm not the one going to hell here. But I'm sure if we get you and Sugawara-san some holy water it might be able to save you. Unless you both have a thing for-” he ducked just in time to avoid getting hit with the volleyball as Kageyama stormed out of the gym.

“No fucking in the clubroom!” yelled Nishinoya behind him and they could hear the embarrassed ‘shut up’ from the raven.

‘Great. Now I'm going to have to skip practice and wake up to my body being sore as fuck. This is all Nishinoya's fault!’

~Yaku x Lev~

“Motherfucker!” yelled Yamamoto as Kuroo blocked another one of his spikes.  His team had officially lost the three on three match and coincidentally it had been the same time that practice finished.

“Yeah? You called?” Lev regretted the words before they even came out of his mouth, face paling even more than he had thought possible.

Everyone sniggered, thinking that Lev had paled because Lev was going to kick his ass. And like they weren't wrong, but they weren't exactly right either.

They had all turned to see Yaku in demon-senpai mode but that's not what they saw. No, instead they saw the libero with a vindictive smirk on his face. They were even more shocked when he just swaggered over to Lev and wrapped an arm around his waist, his hand landing in his ass. They all felt their Jaws drop when Yaku spoke.

“So I'm guessing it's going to be 20 lashes, k baby? See you later.” and Yaku had the actual audacity to walk away, especially after slapping Lev’s ass, the sound echoing in the silent gym.

Lev thanked his remaining lucky stars that the coaches weren't in the gym. He already felt the need to die because his teammates knew about his sex life, he didn't need the coaches to know it either.

“So, Lev,” began Kuroo, smirking at the boy that made the rest of Nekoma shiver.

“No. I am not doing this today.” declared Lev, already going to the clubroom. Thankfully, nobody bothered calling him back to clean up. His only blessing. Or so he thought.

“Since we are so kindly allowing you to miss clean up time you can run a whole lap around the gym!” and Kuroo better be grateful that Lev was such a nice human being and that he couldn't punch his upperclassmen because otherwise, Lev would have decked him in the face ages ago.

‘This was all Yamamoto’s fault and his unneeded urge to curse at everything.’ thought Lev as he walked in the clubroom to see his boyfriend smiling evilly, holding his hand out for him to take.

[chaoticevilorange]

Haikyuu x reader

Stealing kisses

Your best friends gives you a surprise kiss, friends to lovers scenarios (but some of them ran away before you give them a proper answer)

You're talking about a new ice cream you wanted to try with him, when you both arrived one of the menu catches your attention, you wanted to try it but the waitress says is for couples only, he immediately gives you a quick peck on the lips stating you're both in fact a couple "1 heart Sunday with sugar and cinnamon covered cookies right away" says the woman leaving you both alone, when you look at him he avoids your gaze blushing lightly "you wanted that one right?" Chuckling you nodded "we should come here often" you say making him blush bright red

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ennoshita, Tanaka, Semi, Yamamoto, Osamu, Atsumu

You're buying snacks for your weekly movie/series night, you only walked away to grab your favourite bag of cookies, when you arrive a woman is talking to him, but he seems uncomfortable, getting closer you hear how she was very insistent about getting his number, when you walk near him you decide to announce yourself"heyyy~ got the cookies" he immediately wraps and arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him giving you a quick peck "hey kitten, was wondering where you left" the woman left almost instantly, when she was out of sight he backed away like you've burned him or something apologizing a lot, you smile at him pecking his lips before walking to the ice-cream machine

Kyotani, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Yaku, Aran, Koganegawa

He doesn't know why your lips look so soft, he's staring at your mouth while you talk about some random fact of your favourite show, when you pay closer attention to his behaviour you see him looking at your lips, thinking you might have something you lick your bottom lip unconsciously making his eyes widen and his face flush red, you barely registered when he leaned forwards giving you a soft peck before walking away quickly blushing furiously, it's up to you if you want to chase him or if you want to talk with him later preferably alone in your room 😏

Hanamaki, Nishinoya, Goshiki, Kenma, Lev, Akaashi, Aone

You won't shut up, you've been ranting about something that upset you for like 2 hours, even with his level of patience he's getting grumpy, you go back and forth on his room, he is laying on his bed looking at you pretty much like a lazy cat fiddling with his phone, when he gets enough he silently walks towards you, grabbing your arm and spun you around to face him, he leans over capturing your lips in a quick bruising kiss, he doesn't know why he did it, but you look so cute pouting at him, he has to do it again, but this time he grabs your face and pecks your lips several times until he gets tired of the position, so he takes sit and pats his leg for you to take sit

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Satori, Kuroo, Suna, Futakuchi, Sakusa

He wants to kiss you, has been wanting it for a while, but he's not sure if you like him back so he kind of stays on his current position, he wanted to tickle you but the tickle war ended up with him on top of you, you're smiling at him huffing, trying to catch your breath when your face leans to a side like a puppy "what is it? Giving up already?" And he does gives up, he presses his lips against yours, and then he gets off you taking sit in your bed nervously, blushing a bit you take sit and grab his face softly, pecking his lips a couple of times until he decides to return them all pulling you towards him

Matsukawa, Kageyama, Hinata, Ushijima, Bokuto, Kita

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

[izaanagi]

♡ HAIKYUU MEN ASKING TO PUT JUST THE TIP IN ♡

He knows what he is asking for, and just follows his own words. He loves driving you crazy, and gets off mostly by the fact that he knows putting just the tip in us not close enough to satisfy you, and seeing you writhing in frustration makes his feel powerful enough to just get on with it. He carefully never lets more than the tip penetrate your cunt, no matter if you ask or beg him for more. The power play in having your wrapped around the tip of his cock is just the beginning to see you unfold under his ministrations. He wants you to try and grasp his entire length just to let it disappear before your eyes, fully knowing how much you like taking his cock, and enjoying the slow torture he is imposing on both of you.

Daichi, Aran, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, OSAMU, Ginjima, Yaku, KENMA, Matsukawa, Komori, Futakuchi, Keishin, Akiteru, Shirabu.

He wants you so bad, that he would be happy about putting the tip in. But it’s not enough, it’s never enough. He tries to control himself, sliding in and out of your wet hole slowly, enjoying the friction between his swollen cock and the tight walls of your cunt, feeling it entering and then smacking out. He tries to keep himself busy in order not to behave like a cave man and fuck you rough, so he sucks your nipples dry, plays with your neck and your lobes, kisses you down to your stomach. His hips circle letting you wholly feel what you are doing to him, until he finally cums and bottoms out in you, and sees you cumming right with him, out of frustration and that slow build up made of heaven promises, and yet still craving for more.

SEMI, Kita, Tendō, Akaashi, Bokuto, H I N A T A, Kyoutani, Oikawa, Hanamaki, Sugawara, Aone, TAICHI, Lev, Hoshiumi, Asahi.

Just the tip? He does not know what ‘just the tip’ means. He drills you with his cock, right from the start, letting his balls slap you, and keeping an insane abs rough pace - disregarding entirely the tip thing. He loves seeing your gasp for air, when the bed has been banging to the wall and your cunt is so full of him, him and his damn huge cock. He just cannot understand how it might be enough not to see you whining and moaning, taking his cock so well, swallowing his length up, and finding that sweet spot inside of you, just to get you to clench your walls tighter around him. His rough fucking brings you to orgasm so hard, you crash right after, as he does, and then only after letting him keep the damn tip in, cockwarming him.

DAISHOU, Ushijima, TERUSHIMA, K U R O O, Atsumu, Kageyama, SAKUSA, Tsukishima, Ennoshita, S U N A, Hirugami.

© renaissansse, 2021. interactions and reblogs are welcomes and encouraged! thank you for reading.

[kaijime]

going to the store to get condoms

cw. suggestive content

a/n. i’m a strong believer this would happen in ukai’s store but i didn’t wanna put it like that

daichi sawamura. i don’t think he’d be ashamed about it. he wouldn’t be confident either, he’s just kinda neutral, giving an intimidating nod when the cashier looks at him.

sugawara koushi. he would be so shady, trying to act all tough when the cashier asks if he found everything he was looking for. man’s voice went down a whole octave.

asahi azumane. would probably ask you to buy them. if you say no he’s still gonna go, but wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, all disguised and shit. people probably thought he was going to rob the store.

tanaka ryunosuke. the first time he goes to buy them he’s a little bit nervous, the next few times are just him marching up to the store with his head up high, proud of himself with a smug look on his face.

nishinoya yuu. shaky boy, shivering in nervousness and probably buys a bunch of things he doesn’t need to bury the condoms in the bottom of the basket so no one would see them.

ennoshita chikara. kinda like daichi, indifferent to the situation but if you look closely you’ll see the slight smirk in the corners of his lips.

hinata shoyo. another smug bastard, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. what size? flavored??

kageyama tobio. clueless but plays it off with his uninterested face. he’s actually panicking on the inside, much like hinata, he doesn’t know what he’s doing either.

tsukishima kei. tsukishima is always stocked up, his brother gives him some every time he goes on a date with you, but he eventually runs out and has to go to the store. he says he’s not nervous but his hands are sweating and trembling.

yamaguchi tadashi. he thought everything was going smooth until he dropped them in front of the whole line behind him. he never went to that store again.

oikawa tooru. he’s confident, but nervous. talks too much and tells the cashier “yeah i have a girlfriend” and the cashier hadn’t even asked anything like 😐

iwaizumi hajime. he would also buy a lot of stuff to bury the condoms at the bottom of the basket, but not unnecessary stuff, snacks and baby wipes for aftercare.

matsukawa issei. doesn’t buy condoms, his dick is just too big. will buy your birth control tho 👍

hanamaki takahiro. smug mf would call you when he’s about to pick. “do you want cherry or strawberry?” “cherry ig” “aww i wanted strawberry 😞”

kyoutani kentarou. makes a small “hmph” sound when he puts them on the counter just to seem intimidating (does not intimidate the cashier)

kuroo tetsurou. no shame at all. walks in there like he owns the store, probably doesn’t have to pay, he just sends the cashier a look and walks outta there with free condoms.

kenma kozume. orders them online 😐

bokuto koutarou. doesn’t know which ones to buy so he buys them all?? different sizes and different flavors. “guess we’ll have to try them all”

akaashi keiji. will buy condoms and snacks and other stuff for aftercare, might buy a candle if he’s feeling fancy, doesn’t have a problem.

konoha akinori. doesn’t want to, he claims not to be nervous to go (he is) so you have to go buy them if you want protection.

ushijima wakatoshi. he buys them with no problems but also buys your birth control bc he always ends up ripping the condom. big dick problems.

tendou satori. he has no problem going, no shame. will make jokes with the cashier about it too 🙄

goshiki tsutomu. oh no poor boy you’ll definitely have to go buy them yourself.

shirabu kenjiro. kinda shy and nervous, probably gets the wrong pack the first time and has to go back to get the right one.

aone takanobu. assures you he doesn’t mind having a baby with you (partially bc he doesn’t wanna go). if you still want to be protected he’ll go, but the box will probably slip out of his hands a few times, he’s sweating a lot.

kenji futakuchi. has no problem going alone or with you, but prefers going with you just so he can tease you.

atsumu miya. he’ll go with his head up high and a smirk on his face, buys multiple boxes too. “wouldn’t want to run out halfway” he says.

osamu miya. another one who doesn’t mind going, but every time he does he tells you “y’know, i wouldn’t mind a few kids runnin’ around” just to be sure.

kita shinsuke. he’s so polite about it, probably didn’t know where they were the first time he went to the store so he asked an employee. another one who will buy things for aftercare, such a sweet man <33

aran ojiro. he might be nervous the first time he goes but the next few times he’s just neutral towards it.

suna rintarou. you’d think he was nervous bc he was taking so long in the store while you were waiting in the car, but no bitch poor boy’s already got the condoms he just doesn’t remember your favorite chips 😔

sakusa kiyoomi. no shame, but he’s already lowkey disguised with his mask so no one recognizes him.

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Okay so I heard you were looking for requests for short stuff so do you have any headcanons for getting just. Absolutely railed by Haikyuu team captains, please and thank you. (I really love your stuff and I hope you take this!)

Rough Captain Headcanons

sub captains edition here.

you heard correctly!! (though this did not end up being very short lmaoo) i am a whore for the haikyuu captains so you’ve come to the right place. and thank you so much! i’ll take any opportunity to talk about my boys.

i included literally every single captain i could think of, including the karasuno captains after daichi and our timeskip kings. have fun.

post-timeskip, obviously.

content warnings: mostly gn! reader (but occasional fem!), lots of pet names, lots of teasing and degradation, hair pulling, spanking, three (3) creampies god i hate that word, hickies, handcuffs, etc. all of these are established relationship.

so i don’t know how to describe what exactly these headcanons are? i don’t think all of the captains are the “railing” type. however, these are basically just headcanons for when they go their hardest and either accidentally or purposefully get carried away.

Sawamura Daichi

likes to cage you under him and just lose it. will loop an arm around your waist and lift you up into him, so your back arches and he can hit the perfect angle.

will. not. let you look away. grabs your chin. pulls your hair. will move you however he needs to so he can look you in the eyes while he’s pounding into you.

“Shy now, princess?” Daichi said, tipping your chin to look at him. “Don’t hide. You look so pretty like this.” A sharp breath left your lips as he pressed his hips farther forward, grinding into you and sending a shock of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, sweetheart. Taking it so well. Let me give you what you deserve.”

Ennoshita Chikara

he’s a hair puller. like he doesn’t think much about it but he really likes pulling you by your hair back against his chest so he can whisper dirty shit in your ear. sometimes he gets a little too aggressive with it, so if you’re into that kind of thing, he’s your man.

possessive as all hell. you’re going out for drinks with coworkers? he’s leaving a hickie right at the collar of your top so everyone can see that you’re taken. coming out to dinner with his old teammates? he’s going to have an arm on you all night. loves to pull you in and remind you of things you did the night before to get you flustered.

very particular about how you’re positioned. will pin your arms above your head and readjust his grip several times. pushes your legs out of the way. grabs your jaw and moves your face where he wants you. somehow he doesn’t realize how hot that is until you tell him to his face. he’s still confused about it but has learned to love that you love it.

Chikara ran a hand up your side and let it rest in your hair for a moment before tugging hard. You gasped as he pulled it back and to the side, exposing your neck so he could leave marks as he pushed deeper inside you. You let out a whimper and tried to loop an arm around his neck but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it down.

“Patience, love. I want everyone to be able to tell I fucked you senseless.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

he tries to dirty talk, but it always turns into praise and repeating how much he loves you.

aggressive and whiny, begging for more even though he’s the one giving it to you.

prefers when you ride him, but will do anything you ask of him. loves being told what to do. thinks you directing him to go faster or slower or a little to the left is the sexiest thing on the planet. he will fuck the life out of you if you just ask nicely.

“Harder, Tadashi,” you gasped. He grunted and snapped his hips as fast and as hard as it seems his body would let him.

“God, you’re gonna make me come. How do you feel so fucking good?” You smiled at the praise and pulled him in for a kiss. His breath hissed against your face as he continued pushing into you. You wrapped your legs tight around him and he let out a whine, pressing his face against yours. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”

Oikawa Tooru

he’s a biter

likes to be lazy and dirty talks while you ride him usually, but every so often he shifts and will fuck you until tears are running out of your eyes.

will lay on top of you while you’re on your stomach, an arm looped around your neck, and just fuck you into the bedsheets. he’s wrapped up in his own little world, choking on high pitched moans and gasping for breath. like i said, he’s a biter, so you end up with marks all over your neck and shoulders. he’s just a fucking baby. the sounds he makes are so whiny and breathy it sounds like he’s the one getting destroyed instead of you.

“Ngh, fuck,” Tooru gasped. His breath was hot in your ear as you panted into the mattress. “Feel so good around me. You’re just begging for my cum, aren’t you?” You wanted to laugh and tell him you weren’t the one begging, but you couldn’t. Your breath was being torn from your lungs with every thrust. Tooru sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he pounded into you harder, letting out a soft whimper against your skin. His voice raised in pitch until he was practically whining. “Hah—gonna come soon. You feel so good.” His voice trailed off as it reached a whimper and he buried his face back against your neck, body shaking in anticipation.

Kuroo Tetsuro

spanking spanking spanking

seriously, hits it from the back and is not nice about it.

kuroo likes pulling you closer by your hips or ankles, turning you over whenever he feels like it, whatever. he just likes being able to toss you around and position you so he hits you just right every time.

“What? Trying to get away? That’s not how you take it, is it?” Kuroo grabbed your hips and yanked you flush against him. You cried out and buried your face against the bed. “There we go.” He laid a slap on your ass and laughed at the small sound you let out. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bokuto Koutarou

he fucks himself dumb. accidentally goes so hard he’s whining and can barely hear you if you ask him to speed up or slow down.

likes missionary because he likes being as close to you as humanly possible and it gives him the best leverage to just.....lose it. gasping against your face and babbling about how good you feel. going off of that, he has a very hard time pulling out. lord have mercy. use a condom or get on a reliable birth control because as much as he tries, he’s never going to have any self-control in the moment.

he forgets just how strong he is sometimes, which results in bruises and weak limbs and occasionally trouble walking. he always apologizes profusely and offers many kisses to make up for it even after you insist that you’re fine.

“Baby, please let me come inside you. Please. Oh my god,” Koutarou whined, tightening his grip on your thigh and snapping his hips harder.

“Yes, Kou. Please.” You brought him down into a kiss. You were both panting and Koutarou was moaning, practically vibrating against you as he got closer. He began moving erratically, pounding harder into you and making you cry out.

“M’sorry. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” His chest heaved as he thrust into you hard once, twice, and let out a long groan. You could feel him twitching inside you, hands clutching your skin so hard it was almost painful. He mumbled praise and curses and nonsense against your lips, slowing his movement until he collapsed on top of you. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead and tucked his face into your neck. “Thank you. I love you. Oh my god.”

Futakuchi Kenji

likes holding your legs and moving them around to see what gets the biggest reaction from you. doesn’t care what position you’re in but loves when your legs are closed and lifted so you’re extra tight around him.

his goal is to see you as desperate as possible. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling back, your hands clutching at anything they can grab, mindless pleading, all of it. he just wants to watch you fall apart because of him, and i gotta say, he’s good at getting his way.

“Oh, that’s it. Look at you,” Kenji cooed. He gently wiped a tear from your face as he readjusted your legs with his other hand, holding them tightly to his chest. “Coming apart already. I’m just getting started. Are you going to be good for me?”

Daishou Suguru

finger sucking finger sucking finger sucking. loves watching you gag so he’ll shove two fingers deep into your mouth and strokes them over your tongue. he also just does it to shut you up whenever he feels like it.

likes edging and teasing a little too much. will hold off from fucking you until you’re genuinely angry at him, so wet that he can push in with no resistance. then he makes it up to you by fucking you until you’re sobbing or your eyes are rolling back in your head. you’ve never had an orgasm with him that didn’t feel like you might not live to see the end of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru said, thumbing over your bottom lip as his cock slid between your legs, not pushing in like you desperately wanted him to. “Like when I use you like this? Should I just come like this? I don’t even have to fuck you to get myself off.” You let out a pathetic noise in protest and he laughed. “Maybe another time. Today I’ll be nice and give you my cock.” He dragged between your legs again and stopped at your entrance, slowly sinking in and pulling a relieved sigh from your throat. “There we go. That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He slid two long fingers between your lips, pressing on the back of your tongue and nearly making you gag. “Now stay quiet while I use you.”

Terushima Yuuji

i.......i gotta mention the tongue piercing. i’m sorry. i know he gives the most enthusiastic, sloppiest head and FOR SURE owns a vibrating tongue ring. what a whore. i love him.

i feel like he’s messy. like he’s into spitting and really sloppy kissing and cum play and everything. will come in your mouth and tell you to hold it there while he fucks you stupid. sometimes kisses it out of your mouth. he’s a freak and i like it.

“Yuuji, fuck.” You could practically hear your body vibrating, past orgasms still lingering under your skin.

“Yeah? Tell me where you want me to come,” he said. You groaned as he abused the perfect angle inside of you and smirked down at your strained expression. “Not gonna talk to me?” You stayed silent as your head tipped back against your pillow. He chuckled and grabbed your face. “Open.” You blinked up at him and did as you were told, sticking out your tongue. He leaned forward and spat into your mouth. “I’m gonna come inside of you. Yeah? That what you want?” You nodded and swallowed, eyes pinched shut and voice frozen in your throat. He laughed and snapped his hips harder. “That’s right. Anything for you, princess.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

so we’ve all agreed: horse cock ushijima, however, he usually uses those powers for good. very gentle, very eager to please, exactly what you’d want in a man.

he’s not a hard dom, but sometimes he gets so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he forgets how strong he is. pounding into you with his whole heart and whispering in your ear how much he adores you between groans. very vocal. a little too rough. definitely feels very guilty when you’re sore the next day but if you kiss him and tell him you liked it....he may be willing to throw caution to the wind again sometime.

Wakatoshi didn’t speak much, but the room was far from silent. He made the prettiest sounds when he was lost in you, grunts turning to long moans, made even sweeter when they were hummed against your lips. The groan of the bed mixed with the strike of skin against skin, white noise behind your already muddled thoughts. Wakatoshi pushed your legs farther toward your chest and leaned down, laying his face right against your ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice seemed to rumble through your entire body. “You’re so good to me, darling. I love you.”

Kita Shinsuke

very soft. y’all are never gonna catch me writing hard dom kita shinsuke. HOWEVER. he is so eager that sometimes it’s a little too much for either of you. like he doesn’t realize how aggressive he’s been until you’re both literally unable to catch your breath and have to just lay in silence for a while. will ask you very nicely if you’re okay and get you water and anything else you need, but he will have this little grin on his face the whole time because he’s so happy to be able to put you both in that state.

Kita’s face scrunched up into a tight wince as he came, as his hips slowing into hard, deep thrusts that made your vision go white. Your grip in his hair was so tight you were sure it hurt, but you couldn’t help it when he was scrambling your brain with every touch. He stopped moving and you realized just how hard both of you were breathing. It felt like you couldn’t fill your lungs, body so spent that it couldn’t even do what it needed to do to survive. His braced arms on either side of your head were shaking, and his eyes were still shut tight.

“Shin,” you said, as steadily as you could through your gasping breaths. He didn’t answer. “Shin, baby, you okay?”

He exhaled hard and smiled, then let himself fall on top of you.

“Perfect. I’m—you’re perfect. I love you.” You laughed and combed your fingers through his hair, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too.”

Meian Shūgo

what to say about this man......

i feel like my opinions about what he likes and doesn’t like are kind of hot takes, because most of the stuff i see with him is hard dom. but. i raise you: overly excited switch meian shūgo.

captain meian shūgo likes to be teased and edged within an inch of his sanity. he likes when you talk shit and order him around and he’s DEFINITELY into handcuffs. however, he always pays you back for it. even if he’s still cuffed up and a little pink in the face from embarrassment, he will absolutely use you. very loud. loves when you leave scratch marks. loves leaving hickies everywhere.

You were almost shocked by the high moan that left Shūgo’s throat as he finally sunk into you. His face screwed up in pleasure and concentration as he withdrew his hips and drove them back against you.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. You tease me all that time but you can’t wait for me to fuck you like this, can you?”

“That’s some tough talk for someone whose wrists are still bound,” you said through a smile. He let out a breathy laugh and braced his hands on your stomach, still connected by leather and a short chain.

“Doesn’t keep me away from you.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed deeper inside you. “I can still use your body when I’m all tied up.”

Hirugami Fukurō

pulling a headcanon from his brother’s list and saying he likes getting his hair pulled, which means he loooooves going down on you.

will leave your legs feeling like jelly because he makes you come at least three times, and each one is hard. like, you forget where you are and can’t breathe for a few minutes afterward.

will cock warm you until you’re begging him to please, please move. proceeds to fuck you slowly, but so hard and so deep you’re feeling him between your legs the entire next day.

“Done already? That’s no fun,” Fukuro teased. You were still shaking from the last time he had pushed you over and he wasn’t helping the situation, thumb still circling your clit after already abusing it with his tongue.

“Come on. You know how to take me.” He continued easing his cock into you, dragging out all of the breath remaining in your body.

“Please,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned closer.

“Please what, love? Do you want me to stop? Use your words.”

“No.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Want you to—“ You gasped. “—fuck me. Please.” Fukuro grinned and positioned himself so he had more leverage over you.

“Good girl.”

[oikadori]

 HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO YOUR DOG GROWLING AT THEM

⇢ includes: all characters

⇢ genre//cw: crack, let’s assume you have a big doggo // vines references!!, swearings, alpha iwa being a little bit suggestive 

a/n: hope this is as funny as it sounded in my head :D sorry for cat owners :cc

reblogs are vv appreciated <33

— jumps on top of the nearest surface only making your doggo more suspicious about him

OIKAWA + ATSUMU (“get your fucking dog bitch!”), KENMA, yamaguchi, yahaba, ASAHI, yaku

— acts like he doesn’t mind but walks 10 feet away from you “just in case”

SUGA (holds back the ridiculous big urge to pet it), ennoshita, AKAASHI, , kunimi, futakuchi, SUNA + ARAN (they once saw atsumu get biten and won’t take risks), terushima

— growls back saying “is the only way to assert dominace”

KYOTANI, hoshiumi, TANAKA (saw it once in animal planet), NOYA (sets free his inner angry pomeranian), yamamoto,

— stares at your dog for 1 minute and it immediately  stops growling 

IWAIZUMI (“bottoms know their place”), ushijima, daichi, KAGEYAMA + AONE (they were actually trying to smile)

— tries to pet it because “dogs love me” ends up sobbing because it almost bit him

BOKUTO + HINATA (once made a dog sit and think they are experts now),  kindaichi, tendou, KOGANEGAWA (“aren't all dogs friendly?”), lev

— asks straight to your face if it doesn’t have rabies and you think it’s a joke...it is not 

SAKUSA (won't get close until he sees proof), SHIRABU, hanamaki, tsukishima, DAISHOU

— uses all his “knowledge in dogs”, succesfully calming your dog down

KUROO (watched all season of “dog whisperer”), matsukawa, OSAMU (cheats by giving it food). kita, HIROGAMI